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Somewhere in the middle of his adolescence, he found it harder to remember his true personality. 

The leaders of the pack were cruel, forcing Wooyoung into submission whenever they could. It wasn’t like he couldn’t fight back. He could, but he’d risk being put down and chained in the basement of the hut near the edge of the forest. It wasn’t rare for omegas to be the ones trapped there, but Wooyoung would be surprised if he ever ended up one of the few. 

He was never one of the troublemakers. He kept to himself constantly, but on rare occasions when he did disobey, he’d at least get a few smacks to the cheek and would be sent into submission. 

Days were short and nights were longer on his land. Each person had a strict routine they followed, whether it be the cooks being in charge of the meals, cleaners taking care of laundry and daily tasks, or hunters, the ones who bring home game and skin them, draping the young pups with fresh, soft furs of wild bears. 

Wooyoung was assigned to the chef’s unit. It was a small hut, tucked away in between the leader’s hut and the second-in-command’s. He enjoyed cooking, but was limited to the resources that they had. There wasn’t room for Wooyoung to experiment, to fulfill his dreams of doing more with his passion. 

Even so, it kept him at least the bare minimum of sane. He could get lost in his thoughts while chopping fresh vegetables and boiling handmade noodles. Preparing meat was one of his favorite things to do as well, the smell of the raw tenderness was enough to cause a distant purr to rumble out of his chest. 

“You better not be tryin’ to come up with somethin’ new again,” Minjoon drawled, a tall, burly man with a long beard. He placed a calloused, rough hand on the back of Wooyoung’s shoulder and squeezed. It wasn’t out of hatred. Wooyoung knew it was tough love. 

“I know,” Wooyoung hummed, gaze focused on the stew boiling in front of him. The pot was old and well used. The iron tang of it rang through his senses, and the long lasting spices warmed it up. “I won’t get in trouble this time.” 

“It sure smells good,” Minjoon smiled. One of his front teeth was missing. It happened during a rather… interesting fight with a grizzly a few years back. 

“Thanks.” 

“How much longer til dinner’s ready, Wooyoung?” One of his fellow omegas asked, peering around the corner. She was young, younger than Wooyoung. Still merely a pup. Wooyoung could distantly hear her stomach grumble, and he rolled his eyes fondly. 

“Just a few more minutes, then I’ll begin plating, Yerin.” Wooyoung felt Minjoon disappear from behind him, and he focused again on the stew, bringing the spoon to his lips to taste it. It was perfect. One of his best creations so far. 

After a bit, Wooyoung set the giant pot of stew out on the dining room table, the massive one, stepping outside of the hut and ringing the bells to signal that the meal was ready. Everyone came, staggering about and dishing some stew up for themselves, thanking Wooyoung and the other cooks who participated in the side dishes. 

Wooyoung let out a sigh of relief, making a bowl for himself. He sat in the hut, down in his own corner. He preferred not to interact with a lot of his packmates. Most of them were too blunt with Wooyoung, and some treated him like a plain outcast. 

“I think you should join us more often, mister,” Yerin chimed, gleefully blowing on a hot chunk of meat and tasting it. “Aren’t you proud of what you made? Everyone is praising it!” 

“Ah,” Wooyoung chuckled, rubbing his bangs out of his face. “I would, but I like eating alone, Yerin. Please, go sit with your parents now. I’m sure they’re wondering where you are.” 

Yerin frowned, but obeyed his orders. He sat back, leaning against the wall and ate his stew in silence. The bread he snagged was on the stale side, but he hardly noticed once he dipped it into the broth, the butter melting into his mouth. 

Dinner was over after about thirty minutes, and then people trudged in, placing their dishes in the massive stone sink to be cleaned later. They each took turns rinsing their bowls diligently. Wooyoung stood, doing the same, and then he darted quickly out of the hut. The sun had fully set, and he was determined to get back to his lonely hut before nighttime set in. 

When nighttime set in, the elders and leaders got drunk. 

Pups weren’t allowed to be out at those times, their parents leading them to their huts and playing with them until bedtime. Wooyoung had one too many awful experiences with handsy alphas and even betas, that he no longer trusted the night. 

The sky was beautiful, painted crimson and orange as the sun bid farewell for the day. Families clambered about, mothers with young babies perched on their hips and fathers leading the way, arms full of fresh rabbit furs and fruit. 

Wooyoung ignored the pressing gazes of alphas. Technically, he was of age, and was able to participate in all the drinking. Granted, he wasn’t an elder or a leader, but it was common to see groups of people his age also partaking once in a while. 

He had no interest in the drunkenness that occurred. He felt a cold chill of the wind as he closed his hut door behind him, the old creaky wood rattling like an old friend saying hi. 

Wooyoung changed out of his day clothes, shimmying into soft, cotton pants and an oversized hoodie. He was about to sit down and read a new novel he had traded an old beta woman for, when a knock resounded at his door. 

His heart thumped in his chest. He tried to sniff out who it could be. Maybe one of the pups, maybe an elder? 

Wooyoung stood, walking slowly to the door, and opened it. 

There stood two tall men. Neither of them he recognized. They were dressed elegantly, matching tailored suits and slicked back hairstyles. Definitely not from the poor village Wooyoung was from. 

“How may… I help you?” Wooyoung asked, confused. 

“Are you Jung Wooyoung?” The taller of the two asked. 

“Who’s asking?” 

“Can you please just confirm whether you are or not?” A hint of irritation flashed through his tone. Wooyoung flinched. 

He nodded, brows furrowing. 

“Perfect,” the other one said. His voice was deeper, scratchier. He looked more intimidating. “We’re here because the King has requested your presence.” 

Wooyoung stared, his expression flat. “Okay, and? Why would the King request me? I live in one of the poorest villages around.”

The taller one sighed. “We’re aware. We… we can see that.” He briefly glanced around, looking unimpressed with the valley surrounding the huts. 

“Then why?” 

The one with the deeper voice cleared his throat. “Look, all we were told to do was track you down and escort you to the kingdom. We’re unsure as to why the King is asking for you specifically. It could have to do with your lineage.” 

“My… lineage?” Wooyoung echoed. His lineage was nothing impressive. His parents passed away when he was younger. His mother, a once strong omega, was captured by a rival pack when Wooyoung was in his early teens, and his father, filled with grief and heartbreak, took his own life just a year later. 

His lineage held no importance to him. All Wooyoung wanted to do was live the rest of his bleak life out in peace, even if he was stuck cooking all the time and avoiding socialization as much as possible. 

“Yes,” the taller one confirmed. “Now, do you have belongings you wish to take with you?” 

Wooyoung glanced behind him. He had his beloved homemade bookshelf filled with stories he’d collected from over the years, and his clothes were hung neatly in his closet. His mother’s jewelry was tucked away in a wooden box beneath his bed. 

He scratched his head, unsure of what to do. “I… I don’t really want to go with you guys. I’d rather stay here. I have duties here. I have to cook for everyone, every single meal. I can’t just abandon that.” Wooyoung’s protests sounded weak to the two men. They even sounded stupid to himself. 

“I understand, Wooyoung,” the tall one said. “But I’m afraid you have no choice. Now, please gather what belongings you wish to take. We have two horses with us, you will be riding with one of us on the journey to the capital.” 

Wooyoung sighed, feeling unsettling emotions swirling in his chest. A part of him longed to stay where he was comfortable, but he feared that maybe he was wasting his life away. 

He turned, keeping the door to the hut open as he gathered an old bag and began piling his favorite clothes into it, which… his favorite clothing items weren’t much to look at anyway. A lot of them were handmade by himself and some of the older ladies in his pack. Some were his father’s old clothes that he’d kept all these years. 

Next, he bent down and grabbed his mother’s box from under his bed, tucking it on top of the clothes in the bag. He looked around briefly. Nothing much else mattered to him, except for maybe the books. 

“Do you think,” Wooyoung began, voice scratchy. “Do you think sometime… we can come back for my books? I don’t have room to take them right now, but they mean a lot to me.” 

“Of course,” the one with the deep voice said. “We can order someone to come by soon and gather them for you, if you’d like.” 

“That works.” 

“Now, I’m sure you would like to know our names,” the taller one said. “I’m Jeong Yunho, one of the head guards to the King. My partner here is Song Mingi.” 

“I can introduce myself, you know,” Mingi grumbled. “But I’m also one of the head guards. It’s nice to meet you.” They both bowed to him. Wooyoung bowed as well, but not as deep. He felt shy all of the sudden. 

“I… I think I’m ready,” Wooyoung sighed. He stepped outside of his hut, closing it one last time. He followed Mingi and Yunho to their horses. They were both beautiful, their long manes shiny and brushed out, and their coats were obviously well taken care of. Wooyoung thought of the horses his own pack kept, and they were definitely not as pampered. 

“This is Minnie,” Yunho gestured to his horse. “Mingi’s horse is Yeri. Which one of us would you prefer to ride with?” 

“Um, I guess you, Yunho,” Wooyoung concluded. 

“Very well then.” 

Mingi hopped onto Yeri, and Wooyoung watched as Yunho adjusted the saddle on Minnie, and made himself comfortable. He gestured for Wooyoung’s bag, which Wooyoung handed to him, and then climbed up behind Yunho on the horse. 

“Is it okay if I hold on to you?” Wooyoung gingerly asked. 

“Of course.” Yunho smiled softly. He latched Wooyoung’s bag to the side of Minnie and soon, they were off, Minnie and Yeri walking side by side. Wooyoung watched as the lanterns lit up the main field of the village. He listened to hearty chuckles and the clanking of beer-filled glasses as the elders and leaders told stories and jokes together, getting hammered as the night dwelled on. 

Unfortunately for Wooyoung, the pack leader, the one who was feared the most amongst omegas, noticed Wooyoung riding with Yunho and Mingi, and his smile fell off his face. 

“What do we have here?” He shouted, loud and unruly. Wooyoung stiffened, trying to avoid eye contact. “Is that Wooyoung leaving? With some royal brats?” 

“Do you know that man?” Yunho quietly asked him, head turning slightly. 

Wooyoung murmured, “Yes. He’s the pack leader. He punishes omegas and pups all the time, sends them to an underground bunker when they’re particularly bad. The pups of course don’t get as much harsh treatment as the adults and teens do.” 

“I see.” 

The pack leader was named Yejun, a man who had come into power decades ago. He was old and graying, yet was still as powerful as ever when he wanted to be. His authoritarian approach was one of the main reasons the village was so poor and out of touch with everyone else. 

Everyone who came into contact with him, other outside villages, were frightened by him and most often refused to provide their resources to help out. Wooyoung could never blame them, but it did make his living conditions all the more worse, and especially for the mothers in the village, when they struggled with feeding the pups and they ended up growing malnourished in the process. 

Yejun approached, his voice growing closer, his scent souring as he glowered at Wooyoung. “What’s going on here? You leavin’?” 

“Sir, I have to ask you to leave,” Yunho said, an air of politeness about him. His voice was firm and his smile was unwavering, but Wooyoung could tell he was holding himself back. “We were ordered to escort Jung Wooyoung to the capital, to meet with the King.” 

“That’s some bullshit,” Yejun snarled. Wooyoung gulped, trying not to look at his angry red eyes. “Wooyoung, look at me. Stop being such a coward. There’s no way in hell those bastards want someone lowly like you with them.” 

“What makes you think that?” Mingi asked, though he was having a much harder time containing his emotions. Yunho shot him a threatening look, telling him nonverbally to cool down. 

“He’s always up to no good, I swear,” Yejun huffed. “You don’t want him near the King. Everything he does he fucks up, and it’s all only because those parents of his are both dead. They didn’t get the chance to raise that boy right.” 

Wooyoung shuddered, emotions flooding him that he had tried for years to suppress, and was successful at. He tried to ignore Yejun, but it was hard when he was practically yelling in their faces. 

“Sir, it’s best if you let us be now. We’re heading off,” Yunho calmly stated, ignoring all of Yejun’s pointless claims. “I suggest you leave and head back to your pack.” 

By that moment, the rest of the adults had caught on to the confrontation, and were all pointedly staring at Wooyoung and the two regal-looking tall men on fancy horses as Yejun spewed insults. 

Yunho lightly tapped Minnie with his foot, and soon both horses were off before Yejun could say much more. 

Wooyoung didn’t look back. It was at that moment that he decided he no longer cared what became of his village, of the one place he’d known for his entire twenty years of life. Yejun continued yelling as they blended into the dark forest, the only light being Mingi’s lantern leading the way. 

“That guy is such a bastard,” Mingi muttered. “Has he always been that way?” 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung confirmed. “He’s a cruel man, but please don’t believe him. I… I am not a troublemaker. I don’t even do much, so I don’t know where he got those ideas from. Sure, I’ve gone against the rules sometimes, but—” 

Yunho stopped him. “You don’t need to worry about that. I wouldn’t believe anything a man like that says anyway. Why don’t you get some rest? We have another two hours to go on this journey. We’ll be stopping soon to let the horses drink and eat, but then we will continue.” 

“Okay,” Wooyoung nodded against Yunho’s sturdy back. He leant his head against Yunho and closed his eyes, the constant thrum of Minnie’s legs moving amongst uneven ground lulling him to sleep. 

“Wooyoung, time to wake up,” Yunho’s voice soothed. Wooyoung blinked open his eyes, his head pounding. It was still nighttime, but crickets were chirping, indicating how late it really was. The moon shone brightly overhead, and Wooyoung was astounded at the sight in front of him. 

A tall, intricate castle made of stone. It was beautiful, arrays of roses and tulips lining the courtyard. The lights were dimmed, as most people in the castle were probably asleep, tucked into their fancy king-sized beds. A short man stood atop the long, winding stairs that led to the main doors. 

“Need help getting off?” Yunho jumped down and offered his hand. Wooyoung took it, still silent, and hopped down. “This is it. Mingi will be taking the horses to their stables, but I will introduce you to our King. Come with me.” 

Wooyoung blearily watched as Yunho held onto Wooyoung’s bag for him, surely it was heavy, but he didn’t seem to mind, and he led Wooyoung up the steps. Each step felt daunting to him, and the pit in his stomach only seemed to grow. What was he even doing here? He didn’t belong at all. 

He was almost out of breath by the time they made it to the top. There, the King greeted them. 

Wooyoung bowed deeply, face set into a straight line. “My name is Jung Wooyoung,” he said. “I’m unsure why I’m here, but it’s an honor nonetheless.” 

Yunho chuckled. “No need to be so formal, Wooyoung. You can stand up now.” 

“Huh?” 

“My name is Kim Hongjoong, King of Solaris, the sun capital of this country. I know it is late, and you must be exhausted. Come, I will personally show you to your room,” Hongjoong politely stated. His hair was light brown and long, and he was dressed comfortably for a King of such high standing. 

“I’m just confused, Sir,” Wooyoung spluttered. “I… Can you please just tell me why I am here? So suddenly? I’m from a very poor village, Sir, and—” 

“No need,” Hongjoong cut him off. “You’re here because of your lineage, Wooyoung. Surely you must know, right? Who you came from?” They were still standing in the chilled night air, and the distant breeze caused Wooyoung to shiver. “Come, let’s head inside now. It’s cold out.” 

So they did. The warm lighting greeted him inside the castle, and Hongjoong led them to what appeared to be a living room. Three white, soft couches faced each other, and a marble coffee table was in the middle. The soft brown rug was filled with intricate designs. 

“Please, sit down. I’ll explain everything to you, Wooyoung. I know this must be overwhelming and scary, to be ripped away from your village like that,” Hongjoong said. “Were you able to bid farewell to them?” 

Wooyoung looked at his hands, where they were folded in his lap. “Um, no Sir. I wasn’t very close with anyone in my village. I don’t have any family left, Sir, and if I do, I don’t know where they are.” 

“I see.” Hongjoong grimly nodded, taken aback by the bluntness of Wooyoung’s words. “Was it hard?” 

“It was hard,” Wooyoung confirmed. “It was hard when I lost my parents. I put all my energy into… providing for the village. It is… well, it was my job to cook for them all.” 

“Well,” Hongjoong sighed. “I do have a lot of answers for you, then. Is your mother… was her name Jung Daewon?” 

“How did you know?” 

“Jung Wooyoung, your mother was a Luna.” 

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“Luna?” Wooyoung sputtered, eyes wide. That couldn’t be right. If his mother was a Luna, she, and by consequence, Wooyoung, would have been treated with the utmost respect and gratitude by everyone around them. But Wooyoung’s childhood wasn’t easy in the slightest. 

“That can’t be possible,” Wooyoung rambled. “My mother, father and I were never treated as such. We were poor and led a hard life. At one point, we had no village, no one to help us when we needed it. My father worked himself to death sometimes, and even with everything he did, he often couldn’t earn enough money to get us out of poverty.” 

His eyes became misty as he recalled everything, the darkest parts of himself that he had repressed for years coming to light, in front of the King no less. It was humiliating. 

Hongjoong frowned, looking at him in pity. “I understand, but it’s true Wooyoung. Our records, the capital records, indicate that Jung Daewon was a registered Luna. She was blessed with healing properties, and was most powerful at night beneath the full moon. I am aware… that she is no longer with us. For that, I do apologize.” 

It was silent in the room. It felt heavy, and Yunho took that as his cue to leave and go be with Mingi for the night. Wooyoung watched him creep out, bidding the two of them goodnight. 

“So what now? What purpose do I have here, Sir?” Wooyoung asked, voice shaking. He could feel his tears creeping back up on him again, and he willed them away with sheer force. He hadn’t cried in years. No need to start that now. 

“I would like you to join this kingdom, as the Luna. You’re not yet of age, are you?” Hongjoong asked him. 

“I’m not,” Wooyoung shook his head. “I will be of age in one year, Sir.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong replied. “Then in the meantime, you will be here, honing your skills as a Luna. I will introduce you to the rest of my close guards and helpers. They will help you get assimilated.” 

Wooyoung, still reeling with shock, nodded mutely. “When I turn of age, Sir, will my Luna suddenly come into power? What will happen?” 

“Well, I have yet to formally meet a Luna, Wooyoung. Your mother… she was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime Luna. Before her, there was no record or documentation of a Luna for around five hundred years,” Hongjoong explained, his expression kind and understanding. 

Wooyoung took in his words, trying to comprehend his new situation and new life all at once. He yawned unwillingly, covering his mouth with his hand. No words came to his mind, for he still felt shocked and overwhelmed. All he could do was nod meekly at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong chuckled. “I think now we should stop. Let me finally show you to your room, Wooyoung. Feel free to sleep in tomorrow morning. There will be a maid entering your room with fresh clothes at around eight. He will keep quiet to not wake you, though.” 

Wooyoung stood, grabbing his bag, and he followed Hongjoong up a long flight of stairs and down a hallway. He passed various rooms, doors engraved with swirls and symbols he had no recognition of. They must have been important to be permanently etched within the building. 

“Right here, this is where you’ll be sleeping. There is an ensuite bathroom,” Hongjoong gestured towards the closed door. He opened it up, stepping aside for Wooyoung to enter. He padded across the soft carpet, feeling immediate regret at the dirt that must’ve tracked with his shoes. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Hongjoong chided, almost reading his mind. “The carpet gets cleaned regularly. Why don’t you place your shoes outside the room?” Wooyoung obeyed, standing still and slipping them off, leaving his bag on the giant, wide bed and gingerly setting his shoes outside the door. 

He took it all in. 

The walls were a creamy, light brown, and the bed was huge. A sheer canopy was splayed around it, and the pillows were the fluffiest Wooyoung had ever seen. There were a few landscape paintings hung everywhere, and the dresser at the far end of the room was big. 

“This doesn’t feel real,” Wooyoung sighed. “Are you sure… I’m allowed to stay here? Are you sure it’s me you’re looking for?” 

“Unless your mother is not Jung Daewon, then yes, it is you I’m looking for.” Hongjoong had an effortless air of calm about him, and it made Wooyoung feel just a little more relaxed in the moment. 

“Alright,” Wooyoung mumbled, mostly to himself. “Um, well I am thankful for your gratitude and kindness, Sir.” 

“No need. In fact, I should be thanking you for being here.” Hongjoong smiled. “Please, get some rest now.” He turned, and shut the door behind him, leaving Wooyoung in silence. 

Wooyoung took a deep breath in and out, trying to keep himself at bay. His mother, in the time Wooyoung knew her, was an endlessly caring and thoughtful woman. She was loved by the pack elders yet constantly ridiculed by Yejun and his minions. Wooyoung, when he was a young child, had to witness her getting beaten numerous times in front of him. 

He had sobbed, choking on his own spit, begging for Yejun to stop torturing her. His father was always off hunting and providing, and never was around to witness what Daewon went through. 

Yejun was cunning like that. 

Wooyoung could never figure out why Daewon was tortured all the time, but now that he knew of her status as a Luna, it made all the more sense. 

The legend of the Luna was a distantly forgotten one, and Yejun must’ve known the importance of Daewon and her power if he was so ruthless with her. He was probably frightened at the possibility of a woman being so powerful that he was threatened and tried to do everything he could to subdue her. 

Wooyoung felt his muscles twitch as he thought more deeply about it. He trudged towards the bed after switching the large overhead lights off and maneuvered himself under the soft comforter. It felt like silk on his skin, and the pillow was so fluffy Wooyoung couldn’t comprehend it. 

He laid his head down after getting comfortable, and promptly passed out as the sun distantly rose out the window. 

Wooyoung wasn’t normally a deep sleeper, but because of how exhausted he was, he didn’t hear the quiet scuffle of someone entering his room to drop off a change of clothes. 

The stranger, Kang Yeosang, one of the royal maids of the King, paused in the doorway, staring at Wooyoung as he slept. He kept his distance as he placed a neatly folded wad of fresh, clean clothes on the ottoman in front of the bed. 

Yeosang crept up to get a glimpse of his face. He was briefed by Hongjoong on who Wooyoung was, but the gravity of the situation still surprised him. He had only ever heard mystical tales of the Luna, and couldn’t believe that there was a descendant of one right in front of him. 

Wooyoung didn’t stir, even if he subconsciously felt the curious gaze of the maid peeking at him. 

Yeosang was instantly captured by Wooyoung’s innocent beauty, the soft curves of his cheeks and how his lips pouted as he snored softly. He looked exhausted, but finally at peace as he slept. 

Yeosang kept his steps light as he left the room in awe. As he turned down the hallway, he caught the pressing gaze of Seonghwa, the consort and devoted partner of the King. 

“Did you catch a glimpse of him?” Seonghwa asked, his voice still rough with sleep. He was dressed in a blue silk robe, his hair slightly mussed up. 

“Yes, I did,” Yeosang replied. “He’s quite pretty, indeed. I’m in shock at how he’s now with us.” 

“Mm, me too.” Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled. “Hongjoong told me to tell you to wake Mr. Wooyoung up at ten. He was up quite late last night. I imagine he must be tired.” 

“Of course,” Yeosang smiled. “Is Hongjoong busy today?” The two of them descended the stairs together, gravitating towards the kitchen. Yeosang felt his stomach rumble at the prospect of food, as he slipped on his apron. 

“He’s stuck doing paperwork, as usual,” Seonghwa explained. “Nothing out of the ordinary. What will you be making for breakfast this morning?” 

“Kimchi over eggs and rice,” Yeosang replied, grabbing ingredients. The castle had other maids and Yeosang was never alone with the work he did, but he loved quiet moments like this with the people he loved, and the other maids understood. They were often tending to the gardens, doing laundry, or dusting off the various studies and the library Hongjoong kept in the castle, so long as Yeosang got to do most of the cooking himself. 

“Delicious,” Seonghwa hummed. He sat down in one of the dining room chairs, the plush cushion melting beneath his weight. 

Wooyoung stirred, feeling the sunlight drifting in through the window. He yawned, feeling somewhat refreshed even though he was up half the night and was given life-changing news about his mother. 

He sat up a little too quickly, feeling dizziness overwhelm him. 

Sure enough, on the ottoman, Wooyoung spotted clothes. He shuffled into the bathroom, and began to change and do his business. He glanced at himself in the mirror, wishing he had brought his comb along. 

He was nosy, so he started rummaging through the cabinet drawers. Wooyoung was pleased to find a toothbrush and toothpaste there, unopened, and a fancy comb that was heavy in his own hands. 

After cleaning up, he wandered out of the room, the marble floor cold underneath his bare feet. He could hear distant voices as he got closer to the stairwell. 

“I see you’re awake,” Yunho suddenly said from behind him. Wooyoung jumped, hand to his heart. 

“You scared me!” 

“Sorry!” Yunho stifled a laugh. “The maid, Yeosang, was told to wake you up at ten, but I see you’re awake much earlier than that. Come, he should be done preparing breakfast. Are you hungry?” 

Wooyoung felt his stomach rumble at the prospect of food. “Yes.” 

Yunho led him downstairs into the large kitchen. Two men were there, both undeniably beautiful. One of them was wearing a fancy robe, his hair down to his shoulders as he eagerly scooped rice into his mouth, and the other bore a birthmark by his eye, his ginger hair covering his eyes as he dished up a bowl of his own food. 

“Good morning,” Yunho greeted them. They both turned, eyes paying attention to Wooyoung. “This is Wooyoung. Wooyoung, this is Yeosang and Seonghwa. Yeosang, would you mind dishing him up a bowl?” 

“Of course,” Yeosang grabbed another bowl out of the cupboard. 

“Take a seat,” Yunho said. “Anywhere is fine. We’re not so strict that we have assigned seating.” 

Wooyoung wordlessly sat down, feeling out of his element as Yeosang placed the bowl of steaming food in front of him. It smelled delicious, and he shyly picked up his chopsticks to begin digging in. 

He could feel all their eyes on him as he ate, his cheeks burning red. He ignored it, in favor of filling his stomach up with food. “This is really good. Your name is… Yeosang, right?” 

“Yes,” Yeosang replied. “I am the one who dropped off those clothes this morning. Do they fit you well? Hongjoong said you’re around his height, so it was an estimate.” 

“Oh, yeah they fit just fine. Thank you.” 

“How was the bed? Did you sleep well?” Seonghwa inquired curiously. “We’re very happy you’ve joined us here. Having a Luna around will be… exciting. New, but exciting.” 

“I slept well,” Wooyoung shyly responded. 

“That’s great.” Seonghwa smiled. 

Soon, their meals were all finished. Wooyoung felt more grounded with his tummy full. 

“Do you mind me asking, how old are you, Wooyoung?” Seonghwa asked. “You’re yet to be of age, correct?” 

Wooyoung cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m underage. I just turned twenty, but in a year I’ll be twenty one. Hongjoong said I will spend time training until I’m of age.” 

“I see,” Seonghwa smoothly said. “Well, in that case, I’m your hyung. Everyone else here is as well. I’m sure you’d get along swell with Jongho. He’s just a year older than you.” 

“Ah… honorifics,” Wooyoung realized. “In my village, no one really uses them. I’m so sorry if I’ve been disrespectful this whole time, hyung.” He profusely apologized, standing to bow. “You too, Yunho hyung. God…” Wooyoung felt mortified at his lack of manners, especially in a royal castle, amongst royal people who were clearly way more important than him. 

“Relax, relax!” Yunho comforted him, urging him to stop bowing. “We don’t really care if you use honorifics with us. You can use them if you want, but it’s definitely not a requirement. We aren’t so strict.” 

“Oh Wooyoung, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable!” Seonghwa huffed. “Please, sit back down. Drink some water.” 

“A-Are you sure?” Wooyoung questioned. He felt flustered, his cheeks heating up. Yeosang placed a glass of cool water in front of him, and instead of drinking it right away, he pressed it against his face. 

“Yes!” Seonghwa laughed. “You’re just fine, I promise.”

Wooyoung breathed in and out again, trying to regain his senses. If he focused hard enough, he could smell the distant petrichor of Seonghwa’s omega scent, and he let it soothe his distress. 

Seonghwa seemed to notice, letting his scent drift out evenly in the kitchen. 

Wooyoung relaxed a bit more in his chair, sighing. “All of this is… quite overwhelming for me.” 

“We understand,” Yeosang said, his deep voice easing Wooyoung’s mind. “Take all the time you need.” 

After breakfast, Wooyoung found himself wandering about the castle. Yunho gave him permission in order for him to familiarize himself with where everything was. As soon as he learned that Hongjoong had a giant library in the castle, Wooyoung had a one track mind, a strong need to go find it and lose himself in a story. 

After about twenty minutes of coming across art galleries, studies, and more bedrooms, Wooyoung finally found it. 

Two large, oak doors were heavy as he opened them, and his eyes widened at the array of shelves stacked to the brim with stories that Wooyoung only dreamt of reading. He aimlessly walked closer, eyes darting around at the rich titles. 

He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, and took his time skimming through the titles, before he plucked four books, finding a comfortable loveseat in the room to snuggle into as he dove into the first book. 

Sometime later, Yunho found him curled up, eyes intently reading each line of the book he chose, one that was filled with adventure, fantasy, and romance of long-lost lovers that had walked to the ends of the Earth for each other. 

“I see you’ve discovered the library,” Yunho said. Wooyoung startled, glancing up at him. 

“I did. I love reading, if you couldn’t tell.” His gaze drifted back to the words on the pages. 

“I hate to interrupt you, but King Hongjoong is requesting you in his office. He wishes to discuss your matter further, now that you’re well rested and have eaten,” Yunho stated. He waited as Wooyoung gingerly stood, tucking all the books in his arms. 

“I can take those for you,” Yunho offered. “I will drop them off in your room after I escort you to Hongjoong.” 

“Alright.” 

Wooyoung followed him out of the library and up more stairs, taking in the sight of paintings that were obviously supposed to be of the royal family, Hongjoong in the middle of them all. In some of them, he looked young. His parents were painted with strict features, his father looking stern and his mother looking soft. 

Soon, they came face to face with the closed door of Hongjoong’s office. Yunho knocked once. “I’m here with Wooyoung, Sir.” 

“Come in!” Hongjoong’s muffled voice said. 

Yunho opened it, and gestured for Wooyoung to go inside. He handed Yunho his books and he left wordlessly. Wooyoung shut the door behind him, awkwardly standing there, twiddling his thumbs. 

“Have a seat,” Hongjoong said. “I’m glad to hear you slept well and had breakfast. I see you took a liking to the library as well. Feel free to spend as much time there as you please.” 

“You… wanted to talk to me?” 

“I did.” Hongjoong pulled out a folder of documents, spreading them across his desk neatly. “This is the birth certificate of your mother, Jung Daewon, and some of the official records of her status and origin as a Luna. I’d like you to take a look, if you feel comfortable doing so.”

Wooyoung sighed, fingers gliding over the papers. He took hold of his mother’s birth certificate, and sure enough, her status of Luna was there, in fine print, black ink. It looked official, and it was official. 

“Do you know how she got the gene?” Wooyoung timidly asked. “How was the trait of the Luna passed on to my mother?” 

“I’m unsure,” Hongjoong replied. “But your mother was most likely a very, very distant relative of the last Luna, who existed more than five hundred years ago. It’s rare, but it is possible for our bloodlines to be so connected, as I’m sure you’re aware.” 

“I… actually was not aware,” Wooyoung mumbled, eyes scanning over the various words on the documents. They all said most of the same thing, Daewon’s healing abilities highlighted as being powerful and special. She had practiced it for most of her life, the papers said, and was known as the healer in her clan growing up, before she  even met Wooyoung’s father and became pregnant. 

“Did you ever see her demonstrating her abilities?” Hongjoong asked him. 

Wooyoung snapped his gaze up. Now that he thought about it, as a kid, he never was sick for long periods of time. He thought about his mother’s special broths and recipes, how just her cooking seemed to ease his severe symptoms growing up. 

Could she have used those abilities as a Luna… to cure him quickly?

“Um, maybe,” Wooyoung shrugged. “A lot of my memories from back then are fuzzy. A lot has happened.” 

“I understand,” Hongjoong nodded reassuringly. “Take all the time you need to go through those. If you want to remain in my office, you’re free to use the couch in the corner.” He pointed to the other side of the room. The chaise lounge was gorgeous, and it looked soft to the touch. 

“If you’re sure.” Wooyoung stood, Hongjoong watching him as he crossed the room and began sifting through everything. There were pages and pages of documents citing his mother’s abilities, most words Wooyoung couldn’t even understand. 

He never was taught how to write growing up, but he did know how to read. 

A few hours passed in silence, and Wooyoung’s eyes were hurting from everything he was looking at. 

He learned quite a few things. Jung Daewon grew up in one of the most well-off villages in the country, and her parents were both of noble, but not quite royal status. Even so, they had money, and they raised Daewon with high education and opportunities to perfect her craft, after which they found out she was a Luna. Wooyoung wondered then, briefly, how his parents had spiraled into poverty, how they struggled every day when he was growing up, how everyone came to resent his mother, if she was so powerful and helpful. 

Wooyoung left Hongjoong’s office after his stomach alerted him of his hunger. Yunho met him down in the kitchen, where Yeosang was busy preparing a meal. 

“So what’s it like?” Wooyoung quietly asked, settling in the comfortable dining room chair. “Being… amongst the King. Living here.” 

“Well,” Yunho began. “It can be hard, just like any other job, to be a guard. But I’m very thankful for this life, for what Hongjoong has provided for me.” 

“How so?” 

“I come from poverty,” Yunho explained. “Similar to your village, I didn’t grow up with a lot of resources.” He paused, noticing the look Yeosang shot him, and decided not to say more. 

“Oh,” Wooyoung replied, taking a sip of water. 

Later in the day, Hongjoong requested him once more in his office. This time, he was dressed in a more regal, professional suit, his hair slicked back nicely. Seonghwa was with him, perched on the chaise lounge, dolled up and gorgeous.

“We’ll begin your training here, tomorrow,” Hongjoong told him. “First, it’ll be basic potions, stuff that doesn’t require special skills. Next, it will be combat, but not anything too strenuous. And as you mentioned earlier, you never learned how to write.” 

Wooyoung nodded. 

“You will be taking lessons on how to write each day, too,” Hongjoong said. “More than just writing, you will learn basic academic skills.” 

“Okay,” Wooyoung gulped nervously. “And when I come of age?” 

“When you come of age, the Luna will most likely come out,” the King explained. “It will either be on your twenty-first birthday, or a few days after. According to the documents, your mother acquired her Luna at her coming-of-age ceremony.” 

“So…” 

“So… with the right training and the right preparation, you will follow in her same path.” 

Wooyoung tried to process his words. All the new information, the sudden new life he was facing, it was becoming a bit too much. His mind swirled with all the possibilities and new responsibilities he’d be coming to terms with. 

“Are you alright?” Hongjoong asked, concern etched into his features. Seonghwa perked up, smelling distress waving off of Wooyoung. 

Wooyoung just stood there, internally crumbling with the weight. He avoided the pressing gazes, the worry they spewed, and tried to come back down to reality. How was he expected to live up to his mother’s legacy, if he never got the chance to hear any of this from her?

“Honey, I think we should bring him back to his room,” Seonghwa said quietly, standing. “He looks overwhelmed and pale.” 

“I agree,” Hongjoong replied in a low voice. Wooyoung could barely hear them, heart racing and emotions flooding him. His vision became blurry as he distantly felt hands lightly touching his shoulders and leading him out of the room. 

Soon, before he knew it, Wooyoung was being guided to sit onto his bed. 

“Wooyoung?” Hongjoong whispered. “Hey, if you can’t talk, can you signal with your hands? Tap the bed once for yes, and tap twice for no, okay?”

Wooyoung registered his instructions, vision still blurry. 

He smelled petrichor, noticing Seonghwa sitting beside him. Hongjoong’s own scent, a soothing lemon with hints of honey, stood in front of him. He breathed them both in, instantly feeling more relaxed. 

“Are you feeling sick?” 

Two taps. 

“Are you tired? Do you need a nap?”

Two taps. He got lots of sleep the night before. 

“Is… is this all too much for you?” Hongjoong softly asked.

One tap. 

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Wooyoung wasn’t sure when his eyes closed shut and his breathing evened out. 

One minute it was the high afternoon, sunlight streaming in, and the next, he woke up as the sun was setting. Faint petrichor and honey with undertones of lemon wafted through the air as he stirred awake, rubbing his eyes. 

He groaned, whining as he sat up, feeling confused. 

“Did you have a nice nap?” Seonghwa cooed. Wooyoung nearly jumped, turning to find Seonghwa leaning against the bedframe, glasses perched on his nose as he read a book. “You drifted off around three hours ago. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” 

“What happened?” Wooyoung croaked. His throat was dry, and Seonghwa noticed. He handed him a glass of water that had sat on the night stand. Wooyoung eagerly drank it. 

“You got a bit overstimulated, so Hongjoong and I led you back to your room. You passed out after scenting us,” Seonghwa explained. His voice was calm, and he didn’t seem too worried about Wooyoung. “Hongjoong had other duties to attend to, so I decided to keep you company.” 

“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung blurted. “You… you didn’t have to waste your time here with me.” 

Seonghwa huffed. “Nonsense. I couldn’t just leave you to be alone like that.” 

“But—” 

Seonghwa shushed him gently. “Are you hungry? It’s about time for dinner. Tomorrow, lessons will start. You should eat and then get back to bed to rest some more.” He scooted off the bed, stretching. 

Wooyoung followed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He remembered everything that happened a few hours ago, the information overload about his mother, the new routines he’d have to follow, the task of inheriting such a rare power in just one year. 

After eating and conversing with Yeosang once more, Wooyoung curled up in bed with the book he started reading, getting lost in the words until Seonghwa came and tucked him in, brushing his fingers through Wooyoung’s long bangs. 

“You really don’t have to,” Wooyoung mumbled. 

“But I want to,” Seonghwa assured him. “You’re very cute, you know that?” 

“Aren’t you and Hongjoong… you know…” 

“Aren’t we what? Mates?” Seonghwa echoed. “Yes, we are. But my heart is big enough for multiple people, Wooyoung. You’ve really caught my eye.” 

Wooyoung blushed. 

“Wooyoung, meet Jongho. Jongho, meet Wooyoung,” Yunho said. “Wooyoung, Jongho will be training you on basic potions.” 

Jongho bowed shyly, his round cheeks puffing up as he smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, future Luna.” 

“U-Um, it’s nice to meet you too.” Wooyoung was in awe at Jongho’s sturdy physique. He looked more fitted to be in combat rather than potions, but who was Wooyoung to judge someone by their outward appearance? 

Wooyoung focused as hard as he could, catching a brief whiff of the alpha’s caramel scent. It was undeniably comforting, and Wooyoung could tell immediately that Jongho was reliable. 

“The potions room is down in the basement,” Jongho told him. He walked fast, and Wooyoung had to pick up the pace. Yunho left the two of them to their business and went to assist Mingi in the stables. 

They walked down an eerie staircase, dim lanterns leading the way. Wooyoung felt the cold chill of the air, and soon they reached a locked wooden door. Jongho skillfully got it open, pulling out a big collection of keys. 

“Be careful of all the glass jars, some of them break quite easily,” Jongho mentioned. Wooyoung was led to the center of the room, where a large cauldron sat. Jars upon jars of weird substances were lined on shelves, and grand bookcases filled with potion books, Wooyoung guessed, were lined up against each wall. 

“This is… bigger than I thought it’d be,” Wooyoung gasped. “It’s cold here.” 

“It has to be cold,” Jongho replied. “It keeps potions fresh. That’s why the basement is ideal.” 

Wooyoung was led to a table. It had test tubes, measuring cups, syringes, and flasks. He couldn’t name each one properly if he tried. “Is this where all the magic happens?” 

Jongho nodded. “In order to be precise, yes, everything is measured properly. There are more supplies in some of the cabinets down here, and if I ever need a more… intricate tool, I simply ask Hongjoong to order more for me.” 

Wooyoung took it all in. Even though he was chilly, he rolled up his long-sleeves and let Jongho show him the basics of how each flask and tube worked. 

“This is going to be your homework,” Jongho said. “Read this instruction manual tonight.” He placed a thin book in Wooyoung’s hands. “It’s short and to the point. It’s regrown magic, which is used in order to help restore dead plants. Very basic, very beginner level.” 

“I’m unable to take notes,” Wooyoung replied sheepishly. “I wasn’t taught to write.” 

Jongho was understanding. “I know, I was told so. Don’t worry about that, just try to absorb as much as possible. For our small lesson today, I’ll demonstrate regrown magic to you, and then you can learn more on your own. How does that sound?” 

Wooyoung nodded, eager to witness something he never had the chance to. Magic was only really taught to those in wealthy families, or in this case, the kingdom. Jongho was young, but he seemed to know what he was doing. 

Jongho brought out a demonstrative plant. It was a mint herb, and it was obviously dead, the leaves a dark and decaying brown. Wooyoung frowned, instantly feeling bad for it. 

“I see you’re experiencing empathy for it already,” Jongho chuckled. “That’s natural. And normal. It means you really do carry that gene with you, huh?” 

“Right,” Wooyoung shortly replied. “I guess I do.” 

Jongho placed the plant in the middle of the table and pressed his hands together. His eyes were closed as he chanted words Wooyoung didn’t understand, and soon a green light began glowing from his skin as he moved his hands to hover over the plant. 

A few minutes passed by, but slowly the mint was restored, and the smell was stronger than ever. Wooyoung breathed it in, feeling grounded. 

“That’s amazing,” Wooyoung breathed. “It looks totally brand new.” 

“Isn’t it?” Jongho beamed, face lighting up. He snapped out of his trance, brushing his fingers against the bright green leaves. “Now that it’s restored, it will be useful for cooking and healing ailments. Regrown magic may be basic, but it’s extremely helpful.” 

“That makes sense,” Wooyoung agreed. “I’ll definitely study hard then.” 

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Jongho replied. “Now, I think that mostly concludes this introductory lesson. Tomorrow, we’ll come back here and I’ll show you step-by-step how to perform it.” 

Wooyoung nodded, feeling the distant excitement thrumming through his veins. He suddenly couldn’t wait to get his hands on the instruction manual, his fingers running along the smooth leather texture of it, as he held it to his chest and followed Jongho up the stairs and back inside the castle. 

“How was it?” Seonghwa asked, greeting them on top of the stairs. “Was Jongho a good teacher?” 

“He was,” Wooyoung nodded, feeling lighter on his feet. “I have to study this book tonight.” 

“He seemed excited to learn,” Jongho informed Seonghwa. “It should go well over the next few days.” 

“That’s great!” Seonghwa exclaimed, golden brown eyes twinkling in the light. “Well, it seems now is time for some light combat training. I know as a future Luna, it doesn’t seem important, but there will be times where the situation may call for it.” 

“But we haven’t had a war in three decades,” Wooyoung said, confused. “I understand basic self-defense, but…” 

“Nonsense,” Seonghwa interjected. “You never know what could happen. This world can change in an instant, and with you becoming a Luna, more people will be threatened by your very presence.” 

Wooyoung shrank at his words. “I understand.” 

“Good. Come, follow me now.” 

Jongho waved goodbye, and Wooyoung walked alongside Seonghwa. 

They made it out to the courtyard, where rose bushes and tulips lined the grass, and one man was out there, dueling with another, oblivious to Seonghwa and Wooyoung. He was broad, with a tiny waist, and Wooyoung immediately felt a bit timid as they slowly approached.

“San!” Seonghwa shouted. The man turned. 

What a mountain he is, Wooyoung thought. His feline features were striking, sweat dripping down his forehead as he hastily wiped it away. 

“This the new Luna?” San yelled back, half-jogging over to the two of them. “Pleasure to meet ya!” 

San held out his calloused hand. Wooyoung shook it, expecting it to be clammy and gross, but it was quite the opposite. Soft. 

“You’ll have to excuse his manners,” Seonghwa said. “He was raised in farm country.” 

“I’m not that ill-mannered!” San protested. 

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you, San,” Wooyoung provided, his own voice sounding weak. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two to it,” Seonghwa stated, glancing between the two of them. “Remember San, don’t be too rough with him.” 

“I know,” San mumbled, eyes crinkling in amusement. Seonghwa left, and Wooyoung felt himself waver underneath San’s hearty gaze. 

“Well, what are ya waitin’ for?” San asked him, motioning for him to follow. He led Wooyoung to the center of the courtyard. The other man he was sparring with was long gone. He had left his sword there on the ground, the contrast of the weapon and the evenly cut green grass stood out. 

“I don’t think I’ll be good at any of this,” Wooyoung sputtered, trying to calm his racing heart. San was insanely attractive, hell, all of the men he had met so far were. He figured it made sense they’d all be living in the kingdom with their good looks. 

“That’s what practice is for,” San assured him. “You see that sword? Pick it up for me. Nice and steady. Make sure when you handle it, the blade is always facing down towards the ground. Yeah. Just like that.” 

As their lesson went on, Wooyoung found it easier to talk with San. He learned about the importance of the sword and was shown other weapons the castle kept in stock. He learned that San really was from a small farm, and had gotten a job at first as the stable boy for the castle, but Hongjoong saw his potential and had him trained in combat. 

“My grandfather was a war veteran,” San recalled. “He passed about five years ago, but it’s because of him that I know everythin’ I do.” 

“I would’ve thought it was because of all the training here,” Wooyoung replied. 

“You would think so,” San said. “But nah, it was all him. I miss him all the time.” San twiddled with the silver band on his finger. “But by bein’ here, I feel like I’m honoring him.” 

“He’d be proud,” Wooyoung breathed. “I mean, you know what you’re talking about. I only just met you and… well…” 

“Well?” San teased, smirking. “How’s life living in the kingdom so far? You’ve been here for a couple a’ days, right?” 

“Right,” Wooyoung nodded. “It’s been a strange adjustment. I’m really not used to any of this. I didn’t grow up on a farm, but in a very poor village. All of this is new to me.” 

San sighed. “Yeah, I get that. When I became a stable boy, even adjustin’ to that was hard for me. You know, I basically lived near the horses, in a little shack for a bit. Didn’t have ‘nough money to live better.”  

“Didn’t Hongjoong provide you a room and board?” 

San shook his head. “No. Back then, he wasn’t yet King, just the prince. When the first King died, that’s when Hongjoong stepped up. He insisted I come live inside the castle walls. I gotta say, when that happened, my back pain gotta whole lot better.” 

Wooyoung hummed. 

They walked along the courtyard paths for a bit, Wooyoung admiring the gardens. In the distance, he noticed a greenhouse, overgrown with herbs and every flower he could imagine. “Can you show me the greenhouse?” 

“You got a thing for flowers?” 

“Well, not really, but back home we didn’t have tons of pretty gardens,” Wooyoung said, looking at his feet. 

“I’m just playin’ with ya! Come on! The head gardener should be in there, but I’m sure she won’t mind at all!” San began speedwalking ahead, Wooyoung struggling to keep up. 

Once they got there, and entered the greenhouse, Wooyoung was overcome with the fresh scents of basil, rosemary, roses… everything. He breathed it all in, feeling his mind clearing up. The stress of being taken from his home, of encountering so many new people, it was all leaving his body slowly the longer he spent roaming around the greenhouse. 

Near the entrance, San stood, watching him with fondness. 

A couple of months went by with the same routine. 

Yeosang would sit with him and teach him the basics of writing and math. Seonghwa taught him how to dress, showed him different styles and trends that the people in the kingdom of Solaris were now wearing. Jongho continued giving him magic manuals to study in preparation, and was pleased with his progress. 

Wooyoung would spend long hours training with San, getting his stamina up. He moved on from short sword training to medium length swords, not quite the long and deadly ones. Aside from swords, San taught him self-defense, techniques that were sure to get him out of danger if he ever was in a situation like that. 

Wooyoung would collapse into bed, exhausted every single day, still smelling the different scents on the tip of his tongue. He felt most comforted by Seonghwa’s petrichor, but San’s sea salt was enticing all the same. 

“Seonghwa?” Wooyoung peeked into the lounge one night. It was late, nearing one in the morning, but he knew how much of a night owl Seonghwa was. He was curled up on the fancy couch, Hongjoong cuddled next to him. Wooyoung felt his cheeks burn as he uttered his next words. “Can I, uh, can you scent me?” 

He had woken from a nightmare. One about his mother. As a child, his mother would scent him often, providing him comfort whenever he struggled with night terrors or was sick from the flu. Even when he was just sad, Daewon’s warm apple scent would have him falling asleep immediately. 

This time, however, Wooyoung’s nightmare was one of the worst he’d had in a long time. Years, probably. It showed Daewon being held captive, tortured and beaten, pleading for forgiveness, even though she committed no crimes. 

In his nightmare, no one helped her. Not even him. Nightmare-Wooyoung was stuck watching on, trapped and subdued. 

It was similar to the real events he had witnessed as a kid, whenever his father was away and big alpha men would burst into his home, and choke his mother out, yelling insults and obscenities while little Wooyoung hid away under the dining room table, hysterically crying. 

“Leave her alone!” He would shout, but no one heard him. 

His nightmare that night had him sitting up, drenched in sweat, with dried tear-tracks staining his cheeks. 

“Come here, honey,” Seonghwa softly said. “What’s wrong? You don’t normally ask for scenting.” 

“Um, it’s embarrassing,” Wooyoung sputtered. “But, I had a nightmare.” He slowly moved towards the couch, climbing in between Seonghwa and Hongjoong. 

“That’s not anything to be ashamed of,” Hongjoong soothed. He bled out lemon and honey, trying to ease Wooyoung’s distress the only way he knew how. 

“But… I’m nearly of age, I’m not supposed to get those anymore,” Wooyoung argued, feeling overwhelmed. He was exhausted after the day he had of losing to San’s sparring matches, getting thrown on the ground. Wooyoung was pretty sure he had a few new bruises lining his shoulders. 

“Baby,” Seonghwa lightly scolded. “I still get nightmares, sometimes. Yunho does, too. It’s part of life. I promise. Now, come here, will you? Are you much of a cuddler?” 

“I… I do enjoy cuddling, but, are you sure…?” 

Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa. “I truly don’t mind, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The King reached out a hand, gently stroking Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

Wooyoung tentatively clambered onto Seonghwa’s lap, tucking his head into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. 

“There we go,” Seonghwa whispered. “Did your mother scent you a lot as a child?” 

Wooyoung nodded against his skin. His voice was muffled when he said, “All the time. Whenever I wasn’t feeling well or when I was sad. I miss her scent.” 

“I can tell. It’s okay to miss her, it’s okay to be sad and think back on her memory,” Seonghwa assured him, holding him close to his body. Hongjoong began stroking Wooyoung’s back up and down, his blunt fingernails sending shivers up Wooyoung’s spine. 

Wooyoung relaxed into the touches, breath going shallow as he inhaled every bit of Seonghwa’s scent. 

“Do you wanna tell us what your nightmare was about?” Hongjoong asked quietly. 

Wooyoung nodded. “It… it was about my mom. It was her getting tortured, like the times I witnessed it as a kid.” 

Seonghwa and Hongjoong stared at each other in silent shock. 

Wooyoung continued, unaware of their internal panic. “When I was little, I tried to stop them from taking her. I tried to do everything I could… to get those bad men away from her, but they never cared. My nightmare… it just pulled up all those bad feelings again.” 

“I’m so sorry Wooyoung,” Seonghwa breathed, one of his hands coming up to pet his hair. “You can stay with me as long as you need tonight, okay? Until you feel better and tired again.” 

“Thank you,” Wooyoung murmured. 

Hongjoong looked sympathetic, watching the scene. He knew he had to do something. He had to find out the truth of what rival villages wanted with Wooyoung’s mother, and what the extent of their crimes truly were. For a woman of such high status and power, she was treated like dirt on the ground. 

But for what reason? Hongjoong was determined to find out, as he seethed with quiet anger, trying to suppress his pheromones as Wooyoung slowly drifted in and out, slumping in Seonghwa’s strong but steady hold. 

A few more minutes passed by before they heard quiet snoring, and Wooyoung’s arms fell like a sack of potatoes. 

Seonghwa looked so fond. It made Hongjoong’s heart swell. It had been awhile since Seonghwa was able to scent a pup, someone who was yet to be of age, but watching him now, Hongjoong thought he was perfect for that motherly role. 

“Should we move him?” Seonghwa whispered. 

“Let me get Yunho,” Hongjoong whispered back, getting up from his seat. “He should be awake with Mingi. Those two are night owls.” 

“Doesn’t Mingi have to be awake early to tend to the horses?” 

“He does,” Hongjoong replied quietly. “But his rut is starting soon, so he’s been with Yunho more lately. Jongho has been taking over the stables for a few days now.” 

Seonghwa nodded in response, careful to not jostle Wooyoung too much in his arms. Hongjoong moved swiftly, traversing down long hallways and up the stairs to Yunho and Mingi’s shared room. Sure enough, he spotted light shining underneath the door. 

He knocked once. “It’s Hongjoong. Can I come in?” 

Hongjoong heard heavy footsteps, and then a disgruntled Yunho opened the door. “What is it, Sir? It’s quite late.” 

Hongjoong peered past him, spotting Mingi curled up on the bed, forehead lined with sweat. “Look, I know he’s due any day now, but I need you to help Seonghwa get Wooyoung back into his bed. He had a nightmare, and spent a good amount of time scenting Seonghwa. He’s asleep now.” 

“But… Mingi…” Yunho trailed off, brows furrowed. 

“Don’t worry about him,” Hongjoong assured. “I’ll stay with him until you’re back. I know you’re mates, but he won’t mind my presence.” 

“Okay,” Yunho relented. He pushed past Hongjoong, walking down into the lounge where Seonghwa was. 

He immediately spotted them, Seonghwa and Wooyoung looking like conjoined twins with how tangled their limbs were. 

“I heard you need assistance,” Yunho murmured. 

Seonghwa nodded, moving stiffly to adjust Wooyoung. “Please, you’re the tallest and most capable to handle moving him.” 

Wooyoung didn’t stir even once as he was manhandled onto Yunho’s sturdy back. It reminded Yunho of the time he first met Wooyoung and they were riding horseback together, the way his head fell against Yunho as he was asleep. 

Seonghwa briefly pecked Wooyoung on the forehead before Yunho was off, retreating back to Wooyoung’s room. 

After tucking him in, Yunho left once more, flicking off the lights in the big bedroom. He hurried back to his and Mingi’s room, relieving Hongjoong of his temporary duty to watch over Mingi. 

Hongjoong met Seonghwa in the hallway. 

“He’s back in his room now,” Seonghwa said. “He’s adorable, but I worry we’re springing too much on him too fast.” 

Hongjoong sighed. “I know, dear. I worry about the same thing. I’m hoping with all of us being his support, though, he’ll carry less of a burden.” 

“With the spring equinox coming up…” Seonghwa trailed off. 

“There’s a lot to do. A lot to plan,” Hongjoong agreed. “I’m working on preparing a draft for the citizens, about the announcement. I’m unsure how they will take to it, though.” 

“I just… I don’t think it’s a good idea so soon,” Seonghwa protested. His eyes dimmed. “With Daewon, you know that some things aren’t always so positive.” 

“You have a point, darling,” Hongjoong murmured, leaning in close so their foreheads touched. “But times have changed, you know? Just because back then, people were aggressive, doesn’t mean they will be now.” 

“I know,” Seonghwa said. “But Wooyoung… he seems so scared. I can’t imagine that level of responsibility being placed on me. At such a young age, even.” 

Hongjoong paused, absorbing his words. It was true. Wooyoung was young and had the whole rest of his life to learn and grow, and it made sense to be worried about his fate after witnessing what his own mother endured growing up. 

“With the Luna…” Seonghwa started. “Why did people treat her with such disdain and aggression?” 

“They were simply scared,” Hongjoong replied, matter-of-factly. “They had never seen anything like that for hundreds of years. The Luna was simply a myth, a folklore. As soon as they saw it with their own eyes, it was a threat, something they were unable to understand.” 

Seonghwa relented. He straightened up, looking his husband in the eyes, softness bleeding into his features. “Whatever you say, my dear, I will always put my faith in you. For as long as I live.” 

“I know, my star.”

Rain bled into the night. 

Wooyoung couldn’t tell the difference between the petrichor outside and the scent Seonghwa carried with him. As he got close to Seonghwa on their walk to the library for his math lesson with Jongho, he noticed something was off. Worry. 

“Did something happen?” Wooyoung shyly asked him. “You just… you smell a little bit sad today.” 

“Not at all,” Seonghwa turned to look at him, a soft smile on his face. “You needn’t worry about me. I had a talk with Hongjoong last night, is all, after you were asleep.” 

“I see.” Wooyoung’s legs carried him further into the library, spotting Yeosang in their usual spot, sitting on a pillow around a wooden coffee table. “I hope all is okay.” 

“It is,” Seonghwa said. “Please don’t fret. Enjoy your lesson with Yeosang. I will be back soon. We have a fitting for you at around one. I know you’re lacking proper regal clothes, so it will be a good chance to find your style.” 

“Right.” Wooyoung gulped, collapsing down onto his cushion, greeting Yeosang. 

The lesson went by smoothly. After math, they moved onto writing. Wooyoung was learning quickly how to form more sentences, and Yeosang was excited to progress into showing him how to structure letters. It would be an important task as a future Luna. A leader. 

With his upcoming status, Wooyoung would be equal to Hongjoong’s King status. Truly important. Dire to the Kingdom and surrounding villages. 

“I forget…” Wooyoung trailed off. “The difference between you’re and your. Can you please remind me?” 

“Of course. It’s as easy as this,” Yeosang said. “There are many ways that word is used. Here,” He wrote down each one. “It gets confusing even for me, sometimes. Aside from that simple structure, there’s others just like it that have different forms.” 

“Ah, I see,” Wooyoung replied, jotting down what he saw Yeosang write, although his penmanship was just a bit messier. 

Jongho smiled at his efforts, then proceeded to show him the differences with too, to, and two. There, they’re and their. 

“I think you’re doing well at the rate you’re going,” Yeosang praised him. “Really. Don’t stress too hard about it.” He showed Wooyoung a workbook. “This has some exercises in it. Do some before bed tonight, yeah?”

“Yes!” Wooyoung grinned. “Writing is fun. I’m enjoying learning from you.” 

“I’m very glad. You’re a good student,” Yeosang said. 

“I have a quick question,” Wooyoung suddenly perked up. “Where’s Mingi at? I’ve barely seen him since I arrived. I’m beginning to think he doesn’t like me very much.” He pouted a little bit. 

Whenever Wooyoung caught a mention of Mingi, it always seemed the guard was off in the stables. But surely it couldn’t be all the time he was busy there, taking care of the horses? He had to be attending to other duties. Out of everyone Wooyoung had met so far, Mingi was the only one he barely had any interaction with. 

He was beginning to think maybe their first impression just wasn’t the best. 

“Ah,” Yeosang sighed. “He’s just like that. Kind of grumpy sometimes, but he means well. Right now, though, he’s dealing with his rut.” He scratched his head as he explained it to Wooyoung. 

The tips of Wooyoung’s ears went red. “Oh!”

“Well, uh,” he continued. “Yeah, that makes sense. My apologies for intruding. I should have just minded my business.” 

Yeosang let out a chuckle. “It’s really okay, I promise!” 

“You gotta learn how to dodge it!” San yelled, face hardly glinting with sweat. His muscles were bulging, and Wooyoung felt himself awestruck every time he saw the man. 

The rain wasn’t helping much, little sprinkles of water dusting San’s golden skin. 

They had taken cover underneath the large patio, the dry grass providing some sort of safe haven for them. Still, it was humid out, and Wooyoung couldn’t understand why he was the only one sweating buckets. 

“I just…” Wooyoung struggled for breath. “How are you so good at this?” 

“Lotsa time and practice! Come on, get up! You can go again!” 

“I can’t!” Wooyoung weakly protested. “I’m gonna die, for sure!” 

“Aw, none of that,” San laughed. He came closer to Wooyoung’s hunched figure. “But for real, you feelin’ okay?” He touched Wooyoung’s sweaty forehead. “You feel a little bit hot, but that’s just because of all the activity, probably.” 

“I’m fine,” Wooyoung insisted. “Just not used to this stuff. I feel like my brain and body are on overload.” 

“That’s normal,” San said. “The more we do this, the easier it will become, I promise.” He held out a hand. Wooyoung gratefully took it, and soon he was feeling steadier on his feet. 

“San?” Wooyoung piped up, after he caught his breath. He wiped the remaining sweat off his brow, gaze flickering towards the pouring rain as it pounded down on the flowers, unrelenting. “What… what’s your relationship with everyone here?” 

“Hm?” 

“I-I mean…” 

“I know what you mean,” San deadpanned, suddenly taking on a serious tone. He pulled out a cloth, beginning to clean off the tip of his sword, before sliding it into the sheath. “I’m sure you’ve noticed.” 

“I have.” 

Sometimes, when Wooyoung wandered to the kitchen to get a glass of water, throat parched and eyes still filled with sleep, he would see San pressed up against the polished tiles of the laundry room, the sliding doors half covering his body. In front of him, Yunho would be pressing kisses along his neck, little whines escaping from his throat. 

Other times, it was Seonghwa and Hongjoong. But that made sense. Them both lounging on the couch together, as Hongjoong took Seonghwa apart with his mouth. Quiet, suppressed moans escaped Seonghwa. Wooyoung always skittered off when his red cheeks became too much to handle. 

The night before, it was Jongho and Yeosang, with Jongho catching Yeosang in a tight grip, pressing his front against the marble counter top, sliding into him over and over, when they thought no one was lurking around the corner. In truth, Wooyoung went to bed hungrier than normal that night. 

“I just… I’ve seen some stuff,” Wooyoung quietly confessed. “When I-I wasn’t supposed to.” 

“Did you see me?”

“Did I… what?” Wooyoung sputtered. 

“Did you see me?” San echoed, a small smirk on his lips. “I bet you did. That’s why your face is so red. Come on inside, our lesson is over. We can talk about this more.” 

“Uh… okay.” Wooyoung followed him, mind still reeling over everything he encountered the last few nights. He was too scared to bring it up to anyone. But San… San seemed comfortable and approachable. And if he was already getting up close and personal with him during training, well, it only made sense. 

Seonghwa was easily the person he felt most comfortable with by far, considering how he latched onto him so well and absorbed his scent after his nightmares, but Wooyoung grew even more embarrassed thinking about that possible conversation with him. 

“I’ll answer your questions,” San said, “But it is best if everyone is with us while I do so. Mingi is out of commission, due to his rut.” 

“I-I understand, but— but isn’t Hongjoong always busy? And I don’t want to disrupt anyone else, just for this conversation, I-I’m too embarrassed anyway,” Wooyoung stuttered, shaking his head. “Just forget I said anything, please!”

“Wooyoung,” San sighed. “I swear, it’s okay to be curious. Did anyone ever tell you that?” 

It seemed to strike some nerve in Wooyoung. “Just forget it, okay?” 

“Hey,” San softened. “I’m just teasing you. Go change, get comfortable. Did your fitting with Seonghwa go well earlier?” 

“I-It did. It did go well.” Wooyoung crossed his arms, beginning to leave. It had gone so well, in fact, that the stylist Seonghwa chose had gifted him various items to wear. Some were silky pajamas, which Wooyoung blushed at, and some were nice, tailored suits, embroidered with the Solaris symbol. One of them, by holy God above, was a strappy camisole and short set, satin and lavender. 

Seonghwa specially scented it for him, winking at him as he left.

Wooyoung was consumed by new feelings as he hurried to change into something less… skimpy if he was just going to relax the rest of the day. 

When he returned back downstairs, San had managed to gather mostly everyone. Wooyoung sighed heavily in dismay, realizing he really wasn’t able to get out of this talk. 

“I heard you have questions,” Hongjoong drawled, sitting perfectly poised for a King on one of the armchairs in the main lounge. Everyone else but Mingi was there, scattered about on various pieces of furniture. 

Wooyoung briefly felt like he was going to be interrogated. 

“Have you been snooping around on us?” Yeosang asked, suppressing a smile. “Sannie seems to have an idea.” 

“I-I…” 

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Seonghwa lightly scolded. “He’s clearly overwhelmed. Come sit by me, Wooyoung, you’re okay.” 

“I…” Wooyoung tried. “I have seen some… things. Situations, if you may call them that. When I saw them though, I instantly left! I swear! And it was all purely accidental!” He flailed around his hands, trying to get his message across as he reluctantly sat down next to Seonghwa, grabbing a spare pillow and holding it to his chest. 

“You’re not in trouble,” Hongjoong said. “But yes, to answer your simple question, all of us are in a pack together. This includes Mingi, though he isn’t in a state to answer himself right now.” 

Wooyoung looked around, watching everyone’s expressions. “I’m confused. I’ve never heard of a pack like this, of, um, all men.” 

“It’s more normal in the cities than it is in the rural countries, my dear,” Seonghwa gently explained. “As you will soon be able to explore our city of Solaris here, you’ll see more packs just like this one. Every citizen here is aware of us and our relationship.” 

“It feels like I was kept out of the loop,” Wooyoung admitted. “Was it on purpose?” 

“Dear God, no,” Jongho said. “We just weren’t sure when to bring it up. You’ve been going through a lot.” 

“I had a proposal for you,” Hongjoong said, face turning serious. “We were hoping to begin courting you. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, right?” 

“I have,” Wooyoung nodded. “But it wasn’t very common in my village. It only really occurred with the village leaders and their partners. Sometimes more important members, like the council, engage in it, but…” 

“I see.” 

“Are you sure you want to court me, though?” Wooyoung blurted out, suddenly shy at the prospect of not one, but seven incredibly attractive men trying to catch his attention. “You’re all very established. I’m not understanding.” 

“You’re more appealing than you give yourself credit for,” Yunho said gently. “Since I picked you up at your village the first time, you had this fire in you. I’ve admired it since. While you were passed out against my back, I had a talk with Mingi about courting.” 

Wooyoung blushed. He seemed to be blushing a whole lot since coming to live in the castle. He was beginning to hate his own feelings, for bluntly exposing him like that. 

Seonghwa chuckled at the conversation. “Of course, Yunho came to me after you were asleep that first night, telling me everything.” 

“And when I went to drop off your clothes,” Yeosang began. “You were just… so beautiful sleeping there. So effortless. I was hooked.” 

Wooyoung’s face continued to burn, hearing all their praises. He had never, not once in his life, felt so much attention aimed only to him. All through his childhood, everyone ignored him for the most part. He didn’t have many friends, not with all of them assuming the worst about him because of the way his mother was outcast from traditions and holidays. 

He was told all the time he resembled his mother in not only personality, but also looks. As a kid, he hated it. Wooyoung thought, if I look so much like my mother, if I resemble her so much, that must be why no one will ever like me. 

Now, as an adult, Wooyoung regretted ever thinking that way. His mother was beautiful. She never deserved that treatment. 

“You’re sure thinking a lot,” San mused. “Everything alright? Are we too much for you?” 

“N-Not at all,” Wooyoung replied, scatterbrained. “I was just thinking about my mother, that's all.” 

Seonghwa smiled sadly. “I know how much you miss her, my dear. But her legacy will live on through you. You’ve inherited her power, her special traits.” 

“I know,” Wooyoung said, squeezing the pillow tighter. “I’m just scared I will be treated like she was. I’m worried that… I’m worried that I will be scrutinized. Will that part of her carry on with me as well?” 

Everyone was silent, deep in thought at his words.

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Wooyoung was proud of himself for his magic progression. Jongho seemed proud too, endlessly praising him and rewarding him with chocolates. 

“I just didn’t realize it would come so naturally,” Wooyoung gushed excitedly. He felt refreshed after a full night’s sleep, and the lesson he just had with Jongho was fulfilling in a way he never could have imagined. 

After his talk with everyone and realizing they were all, in fact, romantically together, Wooyoung felt more at peace with his thoughts. He didn’t encounter them kissing or doing… other things… in the middle of the night as much, but he loved when Seonghwa or San would pepper kisses on his cheeks as their way of praising him. 

Mingi’s rut eventually ended after a few more days. He left his room, hair a mess, but smelled cleaner and more awake than ever. Wooyoung got a strong whiff of his cinnamon scent, breathing it in fully whenever Mingi was near him. 

Mingi warmed up to him, more than the day they first met. Wooyoung was a bit timid in his presence, even though he hadn’t seen much of him, but Mingi quickly reassured him that he didn’t need to worry so much. 

“It comes so naturally to you because it’s in your blood,” Jongho said. “Unlike me, a witch, I had to spend my life studying this magic. It didn’t come easy at all. I even attended a small academy as a kid, because my parents practiced witchcraft and I wanted to follow in their footsteps.” 

“I never would have guessed,” Wooyoung confessed. “You seem like a total professional. And you’re only a year older than me?” 

Jongho laughed. “Barely a year older!”

“Same thing,” Wooyoung waved him off. 

Seonghwa was pleased at the way Wooyoung’s personality was shining through as each day went on. He knew, deep down, that Wooyoung had repressed so much of his true self throughout his whole life. Now, it seemed he was truly in a comfortable place. 

As he watched the interaction between Jongho and Wooyoung, Seonghwa couldn’t help the flutter in his heart. 

“I see you both are done,” Seonghwa said, standing by the stairway entrance, crossing his arms. “Yeosang has prepared a feast. It’s time for a family dinner night, if you are both hungry.” 

“I’m starved.” Wooyoung rubbed his tummy, following Jongho the rest of the way up the stairs. They emerged into the dining room, everyone else busy settling into their seats as Mingi passed around plates and Yunho poured wine into everyone’s crystal glasses. 

“I’m not of age. Am I allowed to have wine like you all?” Wooyoung asked shyly. 

“Of course,” Hongjoong said. “I will allow it. Don’t go too crazy, because I bet you don’t have a tolerance. Our San doesn’t have much of one, either, so don’t worry about making a fool of yourself.” 

“I have somewhat of a tolerance!” San protested, fake annoyance plastered on his face. “You just haven’t witnessed my best night yet.” 

“San,” Mingi grumbled with his low voice. “You know that’s not true. Just the other night, you nearly passed out after one glass of whiskey. That stuff doesn’t even affect Jongho.” 

San rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” 

Everyone laughed. Wooyoung followed along. He sat down in between San and Hongjoong, watching as Yeosang began distributing food onto everyone’s plates. It was rice with some vegetables and a special, homemade sauce. Hongjoong had let the rest of the usual maids off early for this dedicated bonding time, Wooyoung found out earlier. 

“I suppose this is your official welcoming dinner,” Hongjoong said. “Please enjoy. Yeosang spent a lot of time on this sauce.” 

“Ah, no need to flatter me,” Yeosang replied. “It’s simply a generational recipe.” 

Hongjoong waved him off, and everyone began digging in. 

Wooyoung ate a few bites, amazed at the taste and spice, and took a small sip of his wine, recoiling in foreign disgust. “God, that’s… gross. How do you guys like that?” 

“It’s a curated taste,” Jongho said. “You’ll probably like it eventually. Takes a while.” 

“Not everyone is an alcoholic,” Seonghwa scoffed. 

“You seem to be adjusting well,” Yunho mentioned, ignoring the other conversation. “Do you like royal life?” 

Wooyoung thought about it for a few minutes, taking another bite of his food. “I’m getting used to it. Back at home, my sheets definitely weren’t very soft. The food wasn’t as good either, even though I prepared it all the time.” 

“Were the people there nice?” 

“Not… not exactly,” Wooyoung said. “Some of them were. The pups were. And the old ladies. But everyone else mostly ignored me.” 

“Was there a reason they ignored you?” Mingi pressed, chopsticks picking up a piece of chicken. He was a little red in the face, his wine glass nearly empty. 

Seonghwa shot him a glare. 

“I.. I don’t think I ever did anything wrong to them,” Wooyoung sputtered. “But—” 

“I’m not sure he’s quite ready to delve into that topic with everyone just yet,” Seonghwa spoke with the kind of finality that had everyone stiffening up. Alongside Hongjoong, Seonghwa was the one with the most power in the room, when Hongjoong wasn’t there. 

Wooyoung could sense the shift of tension, and instantly became aware of eyes on him. His normal marshmallow scent was burning at the edges like he was on fire. He pointedly focused on eating, but found his appetite was barely there. 

Mingi didn’t mean any harm, Wooyoung assumed. I’m sure he didn’t, he thought once more. But looking at the way Yunho was whispering to Mingi, the way his brows furrowed as he talked in those hushed tones, made Wooyoung worry all the more.

Even so, he had to try to not let it get to him. It wasn’t personal. He was just curious. 

“You feelin’ okay?” San asked him quietly, noticing his distress. 

Wooyoung nodded, struggling to contain his oncoming emotions. Normally, he hated letting his emotions out in front of others. Crying meant humiliation. Crying meant the leaders of his pack saw him as more of a weakling than he already was. When he cried as a child, everyone ignored him but his own flesh and blood.

And once they were gone, well, Wooyoung truly had no one. 

“Let’s resume dinner on a normal note,” Hongjoong spoke up, noticing the change in air. “Everyone, let’s be on our best behavior. No need for conflict this early into the evening.” 

Mingi cleared his throat. “Wooyoung, I’m sorry for that question. I know it was uncalled for. I truly… I truly didn’t mean any ill feelings towards you for that.” He looked down at his clasped hands. 

“It’s fine,” Wooyoung choked out. “It’s a story for another day. Not over dinner.” 

Mingi smiled softly in return, and soon the sound of chopsticks colliding with porcelain began again, quiet chatter amongst everyone returning as they told jokes and old stories. Wooyoung asked questions, drinking more and more of his wine and his extra glass of water. 

His face was heating up, but not in the embarrassed and flushed way, no, Wooyoung felt more out of his element than ever before. 

He giggled a little too loudly at everything, smiled too big. Jongho and Yeosang noticed, quietly talking to each other about how the wine seemed to be getting to him. 

As the dinner progressed, Wooyoung began opening up more to everyone, the newfound courage he felt from the wine causing him to become talkative. He didn’t think too much about it at the time, but it reminded him of how he acted as a child. Outgoing, funny, full of endless stories and imagination. 

Wooyoung was nearly finished with his glass of wine. His face was flushed, cheeks hot to the touch. 

“How are you feeling, darling?” Seonghwa asked him. 

Wooyoung perked up, looking at him with sparkles in his eyes. “I’m… actually feeling pretty great.” He giggled. “I wanna get drunk more often.” 

Mingi and Jongho laughed. “There will be plenty of time for that,” Hongjoong said. “But I’m cutting you off now, okay?” 

Wooyoung nodded. “Okay, Sir!” 

Yeosang brought out slices of homemade chocolate cheesecake. “I picked up the ingredients yesterday. I spent most of the night preparing this, so it better be eaten all the way up,” he said, cheerfully handing a small plate of a slice to everyone. 

“This smells so rich and delicious,” San gushed. He began digging right in, as did everyone else. Wooyoung scooped a small bite into his mouth, tears instantly pooling in his eyes at the pure richness of it. He groaned, the cheesecake melting in his mouth. 

Afterwards, everyone was stuffed, holding their bellies with sighs of relief. Wooyoung could barely keep his head up as Jongho helped him out of his seat and they all headed to the main lounge room. 

A few of the maids were back, and they began tidying up the kitchen after they had left. Hongjoong thanked them all as they made their way out. 

“I’m about ready to pass out,” Yunho said. “Me and Mingi are gonna head up to bed, if you guys don’t mind.” 

“Of course,” Hongjoong waved them away. “Get some rest.” 

Wooyoung yawned, rubbing his eyes and swaying slightly on his feet. San thought it was adorable how tipsy he had gotten. “You feelin’ tired?”

“Mhm.” 

“Alright.” 

San helped him to his bedroom, where Wooyoung ultimately collapsed on the big mattress, whining. “Sannie…” 

“Hm?” San turned towards him, slipping the house slippers off Wooyoung’s feet and setting them neatly on the floor. “What is it?” 

“Need help. Changing,” Wooyoung grunted out, closing his eyes. The light was just a little too bright for his liking. San caught onto it quickly, turning on the bedside lamp and turning off the overhead lights. 

“I bet you do,” San said. “That outfit looks a little stuffy. Hang on for me, okay?” San moved towards him, adjusting his arms and unbuttoning his creamy white button down. He maneuvered Wooyoung to slip the rest of the shirt off, leaving his top half bare. If San let his gaze wander more than he should’ve, he kept that a secret. 

Wooyoung’s pants were a bit harder. 

San grunted himself as he hastily unbuttoned them, struggling to move Wooyoung’s very limp, very drunk body as he hoisted the dress pants down his legs. “You’re gonna have to move a little for me, sweetheart.” 

“Mmm…” Wooyoung wiggled his legs around, trying to follow San’s instructions, but his eyes were firmly closed shut. “‘M tired, though.” 

“I know you are,” San replied, sighing. “Come on, almost there.” The pants eventually slid down his ankles, and San pulled them back, throwing them on the floor to deal with later. Wooyoung was left bare, only in his black boxers. 

“Do ya wanna change, Wooyoung? Or go to bed like this?” 

No response. San expected that. Either way, he moved to Wooyoung to be under the covers, figuring that proper pajamas were just too much to deal with while even himself was dealing with being tipsy. 

After fully tucking Wooyoung in, San stood, cracking his back. Finally. He smiled at the sight as Wooyoung drooled a bit, his head going slack against the soft pillows. 

“Got him to bed,” San announced, finding Hongjoong and Seonghwa chatting quietly in the common room. “Got him changed out of his clothes, too. Didn’t bother with pajamas.” 

“You stripped him bare?” Seonghwa accused. 

“Well, no— I just wanted him to be more comfortable. He ain’t naked or anythin’! I’m not like that!” San quipped. “Jesus, Hwa.” 

“Sorry, San,” Seonghwa sighed. “I’m just a bit stressed, that's all.” He shot a pointed look at Hongjoong, scowling. 

San slightly retreated. “Should I not be here? What are you talking about?” 

“The spring equinox,” Hongjoong replied. “It’s coming up in a few months, and Seonghwa is worried about the public perception of Wooyoung’s Luna status. I’m planning to announce it on the first day of the equinox, as a gift.” 

“Ah,” San looked down. “That sounds tough.” 

“It is,” Seonghwa said. He turned to Hongjoong. “San, would you mind reading over the draft prepared? Hongjoong finished it this morning, but it’s yet to be fully done.” 

“Wouldn’t that be my question to ask?” Hongjoong muttered, clearly exhausted from the evening and his inner turmoil with the presentation. 

“I don’t have to read it, Hongjoong, if you don’t want me to yet.” 

“It’s alright.” Hongjoong gave in, unfolding a piece of paper and shuffling it to San. “Give me your honest thoughts. I would still need to add more to it, obviously.” 

San read it over, noting the undying professional tone Hongjoong carried through the whole thing, how he explained the new Luna and how Wooyoung would be coming into the role by next November, his birthday month. There were mentions of healing, new ways in which the Luna properties would be enacted to create a better, healthier country. 

“It sounds alright so far,” San decided on saying. “But yes, I am also worried about the public perception.” 

“See?” Seonghwa nudged Hongjoong. 

Hongjoong rubbed his eyes. “Let’s discuss this tomorrow. Seonghwa, I can tell you had too much to drink. I did too.” Seonghwa reluctantly bid San a goodnight, following Hongjoong up the stairs to their shared suite. 

Wooyoung woke to the distant sounds of arguing. It sounded close, and he wondered if he was just dreaming. Surely there wouldn’t be a fight outside his bedroom door at… Wooyoung squinted at the clock. Seven in the morning. Right?

“What are you planning on telling him, anyway!?” Someone nearly shouted. 

“I think you should lower your voice. It is still early, my love.” 

“Don’t call me that! I’m not in the mood!” 

Wooyoung sighed, feeling the throb of a headache overtaking him. He groaned, rolling over and stuffing his head into the pillow. He reluctantly got up, noticed he was basically naked, and changed into pajamas, feeling dizzy from the night before. 

He shuffled over to the bedroom door, rubbing his eyes tiredly, noting the cloudy weather outside the window as he slowly opened the door a crack. 

Instantly, he was met with the eyes of a concerned Hongjoong, and a red-in-the-face Seonghwa, in the middle of an argument. “What’s going on?” Wooyoung croaked. “Are you fighting?” 

“Wooyoung, sweetie, I’m so sorry I woke you up,” Seonghwa immediately folded into endless apologies, coming closer to him to hug him. Wooyoung melted into his touch, scenting him. 

“‘S okay.” 

“It’s really not okay,” Hongjoong disagreed. “We shouldn’t be doing this in front of your door so early in the morning. Are you hungover? Do you have a headache?” 

Seonghwa released Wooyoung, checking him over. “You’re quite red in the face.” He placed the back of his hand on his forehead. “No fever.” 

“I just have a headache,” Wooyoung said. “Nothing else.” 

“I see,” Seonghwa sighed. “Well, we can’t have that, can we? Come, let’s go find Jongho. He should be in the basement right now.”

“This early?” 

Hongjoong nodded. “He has a high tolerance of alcohol. One night, he drank about five glasses of wine and still woke up early to do his duties. Quite admirable.” 

All three of them wandered to the basement, where Jongho was preparing potions to assist his customers with their disabilities. Some of what he prepared were salves, others were daily vitamins to help with their chronic aches and pains. 

Jongho slightly startled at the three of them. “Good morning, what are you three doing here? Wooyoung, you should still be resting.” 

“He has a headache, dear,” Seonghwa replied. “Can we borrow some of your tonic for aches?” 

“Oh!” Jongho perked up, moving to a cabinet and flinging it open. “Of course you can.” He handed Wooyoung a small vial of a purple liquid. “It tastes a little gross. Just drink it while plugging your nose.” 

Wooyoung nodded, chugging it back and making a face of disgust. 

“There,” Jongho sounded pleased. “It should activate in a few minutes. Go upstairs and drink some water, and go back to sleep.” He looked at Hongjoong and Seonghwa as Wooyoung left up the stairs, still feeling in a daze. “Did you two wake him up?” 

Hongjoong sighed. “Seonghwa did. With his yelling. Outside Wooyoung’s door.” 

“You were the cause of my yelling,” Seonghwa fought back. “Don’t act so innocent now.” 

“What happened?” Jongho turned to face them fully, putting down his tools. “You two never fight.” 

“It’s about the spring equinox,” Seonghwa grumbled. “Hongjoong thinks it’s a good idea to present Wooyoung as a Luna this early on, in preparation for his coming of age ceremony. I don’t think it’s wise. He will simply get tormented by the general public.” 

“You don’t know that,” Hongjoong calmly quipped back. “Like I said before, Daewon’s reputation was tarnished when she was Luna because no one understood it. Now, especially in the Kingdom, there is a high chance people will be more… forgiving. Open minded.” 

Jongho hummed as he listened along. He wouldn’t take sides, that wasn’t how that worked. When it came to Hongjoong and Seonghwa bickering like the old married couple they were, it was best to just let them deal their cards as they pleased. No getting in the middle. 

Although, this time, Jongho thought it wouldn’t be bad to supply his input. 

“From my understanding, you’re simply worried about the wellbeing of Wooyoung,” Jongho said. “Is that right?” 

Seonghwa hastily nodded. Hongjoong silently agreed as well. 

“Then, I don’t think either of you are in the wrong with your feelings,” he continued. “If anything, it shows you care a lot about the general perception of his status. Come up with a plan together, not just Hongjoong deciding everything.” 

Hongjoong fought the urge to roll his eyes, but remembered he was supposed to be King. He couldn’t be childish, he didn’t have the right or the time to be. “You’re right.” He sighed, looking over at Seonghwa, who was still scowling. “Stop pouting like that. Let’s discuss this further in my office, dear.” 

Seonghwa, even though he was pissed off, followed Hongjoong like a lost puppy up the stairs and to his office, where Hongjoong securely locked the door behind him to give them privacy. 

“Here’s how I think it should go down,” Seonghwa stated, sitting down across from Hongjoong. 

When Wooyoung was over feeling like trash from the night before, he spent his day doing his usual training and the homework that came with it. He loved his routine. It gave him something to look forward to as the time passed by, and he felt he was getting stronger in each aspect of it, truly growing as a person. 

It helped that he got along with everyone too. 

Mingi had been a tough nut to crack, but soon enough, he was showing Wooyoung how to take care of the horses, in case the stables needed extra cleaning or help when times were slow. Wooyoung enjoyed petting the velvet coats of Minnie and Yeri, feeding them carrots and apples when he could. 

“She likes it when you pet her nose,” Mingi said, looking at Minnie. Wooyoung gently patted her nose, and she leaned into it, all soft and sweet. 

“Good. I think you made a new friend,” he continued. 

“Hey, Mingi…” Wooyoung started. “I’d like to go on horse rides with you sometime. When you’re not busy, you know?” 

Mingi beamed. “Of course! I’d love to take you on one of my rounds around the palace. I do it everyday in the late afternoons to check up on how security is doing, seeing if anything is ever out of the ordinary. Would you like to come sometime this week?” 

“Yes!” Wooyoung felt excited at the prospect of riding one of the horses. It was something new to look forward to. They talked a bit more, Mingi showing him a few riding tips and tricks. 

Pretty soon, it was beginning time to return to the castle, the sky growing dark and distant as evening rolled around. 

They were walking on the stone path in the courtyard that led to the back door to get into the castle, when Mingi abruptly stopped in his tracks at foreign rustling sounds coming from behind the pair. 

Wooyoung, off in his own head, was barely paying attention and soon he found his face colliding with Mingi’s sturdy back. “Ow— what was—” 

Mingi turned and swiftly covered Wooyoung’s mouth, a knowing gaze on his face, lips pressed into a thin line. Wooyoung stared up at him, wide-eyed and confused. With his free hand, Mingi pressed a finger to his lips, indicating to be quiet, then slowly released his hand from Wooyoung’s mouth. 

Wooyoung turned, trying to see what Mingi was so freaked out about. 

More rustling. Could it have been coming from the bushes? Wooyoung was confused, following the sounds with his eyes, trying to track where it was occurring. He kept glancing back at Mingi, but Mingi refused to look at him. He was too focused. 

The rustling sounds came from a nearby rose bush, Mingi found out after a few minutes. He quietly told Wooyoung to stay near the door of the castle as he went and checked it out. If anything, it could’ve been some kind of animal. Maybe a squirrel or a rabbit. 

Wooyoung strayed near the door, walking backwards until his back pressed against it silently. His heart began racing as he watched Mingi peer around and into the rose bushes. 

A few minutes passed by of it, when suddenly there was a shout, and Mingi had unsheathed his dagger, and was lunging at a hooded figure. In the midst of it, Mingi yelled, “Wooyoung! Get inside! Get Yunho!” 

Wooyoung, feeling stuck with panic, took a few seconds to get his body to move. He was on autopilot as he dashed inside, fully trusting that Mingi would be okay. He ran, choking on his breath as he tried to figure out where he even was. It was the door he and San used when they trained. He should’ve had it all figured out, but in his panic, Wooyoung was lost in the maze of stairs and floors and entrances. 

Where was he? Where was Yunho? San? Seonghwa? 

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, sweating buckets. If he strained his ears, he could pick up the shouts and sounds of bustling movement from just outside the castle walls. 

Eventually, after running around and stirring himself into a frenzy, he found the main door inside, leaping up the stairs ungracefully. 

Wooyoung flung himself into the hallway, running into the lounge room. There, he spotted Seonghwa reading a book, sipping on some tea. 

“Wooyoung…” Seonghwa breathed, taking in his appearance. He put down his book immediately and stood. “Hey, what’s wrong? You don’t look so good.” 

“Um, um… I was with Mingi, and there was someone in the courtyard that was in the bushes, and, and—” 

“Shit,” Seonghwa mumbled. “Come with me. We need to find Yunho. I think I know where he is.” 

The two of them went to Yunho’s room, knocking hastily before letting themselves in. Yunho was in there, cleaning his blades when he looked up. “Hey, what are you guys—” 

“Mingi needs your help. There’s someone who broke into the courtyard. Please go now. That’s an order.” Yunho leapt up, not saying anything else, and grabbed his freshly cleaned swords while he was at it. 

Wooyoung found it hard to breathe. He was nearing some kind of panic attack, and Seonghwa could tell right away. He urged Wooyoung to sit on the bed and then kneeled down in front of him, cupping his sweaty, red cheeks. 

“Darling? Hey, you’re okay. I promise,” Seonghwa soothed. “Do you need anything from me? Do you need me to get Hongjoong, or San? Maybe Jongho?” 

Wooyoung felt like he was underwater as he struggled to understand Seonghwa. The sheer terror of any kind of intruder was terrifying and new to him, and brought back unwanted memories of his childhood. He was scared for Mingi and now Yunho. Would they even be okay? Were their skills enough? 

“I heard what happened, is Wooyoung okay?” Hongjoong rushed inside the room, with San and Yeosang behind him. All three looked equally worried. Seonghwa figured Yunho must’ve breezed past them on his way to the courtyard. 

“Wooyoung is physically fine,” Seonghwa sighed. “But I think he’s very upset right now.” 

“Let me scent him,” San tried. “It might help. Maybe we all should. We need to get him used to all of us anyway.” 

Hongjoong looked uneasy, but nodded anyway. “That may be the only solution. Yeosang, will you fetch Jongho, please? Or even just one of his personal items. I know he’s always busy.” 

“I can go grab him,” Yeosang said, leaving the room quickly. 

San sat down on the mattress, his weight sinking it down, as he placed a hand around Wooyoung’s shoulders, bringing him into his embrace. “Hey, everything’s alright. No one will hurt you, okay?” 

Wooyoung sniffled, beginning to cry. He threw himself into San, hugging his neck tightly and breathing in his sea salt scent. San drew him in closer, and Wooyoung was soon scrambling to get on his lap. 

“Let it out,” Hongjoong cooed. “I promise it’s okay to cry. You were scared, it’s normal.” 

“I can’t believe someone managed to get in,” Seonghwa nearly growled. “Seriously. Even if Mingi and Yunho are busy, we have guards everywhere. How did they miss that?” 

Hongjoong shook his head. “I don’t know, but I might need to start firing people if they can’t do one simple job.” 

Wooyoung cried and cried, staining San’s white dress shirt with tears as he inhaled every scent of San. It cleared his head, and he slowly pulled away, rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he croaked. “For ruining your shirt.” 

“Nonsense.” San smiled, rubbing a hand over Wooyoung’s sweaty bangs. “It can be washed.” 

Yeosang and Jongho came in then, with Jongho carrying a blue vial of unknown liquid. 

“This is to help ease your anxiety,” he said, handing it to Wooyoung. “Unlike the tonic, this one actually tastes good.” He beamed, watching as Wooyoung slowly tipped it down his throat. 

“Thank you…” Wooyoung trailed off. “Jongho, can I scent you?” 

Jongho’s face reddened. “Oh, yeah. Of course you can.” He held out his wrist, and Wooyoung inhaled fresh eucalyptus. It was wonderful. He felt his sinuses instantly clear up. 

“You smell amazing,” Wooyoung wetly gushed. “I need more.” 

Jongho blushed furiously even more. 

“Have you ever built a nest before, Wooyoung?” Seonghwa carefully asked. 

Wooyoung shook his head. “I don’t even know what a nest is, Hwa.” He nervously played with his fingers. “What are those?” 

“You don’t… You’ve never… oh baby.” Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled in pure amusement and confusion, glancing silently at Seonghwa. 

“I think we should check up on Yunho and Mingi,” Yeosang announced, effectively ending the nesting conversation. “It’s been a good couple of minutes since Yunho joined. They should be done by now.” 

“You’re right.” San stood up, and Wooyoung timidly followed the group down the stairs, still feeling weary. 

Once they made it to the common room, Yunho and Mingi were there, with a hooded stranger tied and bound to a fancy dining room chair in the center of the room. Yunho wore a smug expression, but Mingi looked pissed. 

Way more pissed than Seonghwa had ever seen him, and that was saying a lot. Mingi used to be the one with the worst temper, back when they all met each other. He had gotten better at controlling it, but when someone close to him was threatened or hurt, he got… a little bit angrier than Seonghwa enjoyed. 

This time, his eyes flashed red as he interrogated the unknown man. Seonghwa assumed it was a man, at least. 

“Hongjoong,” Yunho piped up. “We don’t know who this guy is or where he came from. He refuses to talk.” 

Hongjoong walked up to the chair, peering down at the hooded man. He lifted the hood, slowly revealing the frightened face of one Lee Hojin, a man who used to work as a gardener for the castle. He was fired for aggression and indecent behavior towards the female staff. 

Hongjoong hoped he’d never have to see him again. “You’re pathetic,” he spat. “Lee Hojin, huh? Why are you back after all these years? Thought you could sneak in?” 

Hojin grunted as Hongjoong grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging his neck back to force him to face him. 

“Are you not going to reply to me?” Hongjoong seethed. Wooyoung watched on, cowering at the sight of Hongjoong’s demon side. His eyes glowed a distant red as he continued questioning Hojin. 

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” Hojin uttered, sounding pathetic. 

“Then what does it look like, exactly? It looks like you were spying on my guard and my new addition!” Hongjoong quipped, his grip tightening on his hair. 

Hojin winced at the words. “I can explain myself. If you’ll just let me!” 

“Fine,” Hongjoong relented, letting him go. “You explain yourself, then. I’ll either decide to kill you or lock you up in prison afterwards. Go on. Boys, get a front row seat for this.” He motioned for the rest of his pack to come closer. 

San rested a hand on Wooyoung’s lower back, silently asking him if he wanted to come along. Wooyoung nodded slowly, and sat snugly in between San and Jongho, feeling safer with everyone else around him. 

Wooyoung glanced around him. Everyone looked angry. Mingi and Hongjoong most of all, but he still smelled distress rising out of all of them, so he let out his soft marshmallow scent, hoping it would calm some of them down. 

It seemed to work. Jongho visibly relaxed. Seonghwa did too. 

“I was sent here,” Hojin grunted. “I was sent by a poor village. They wanted me to capture that Luna over there.” He shot Wooyoung a deadly look. Like it was his fault Hojin got caught and tied up. “The head leader, Yejun, requested him back for a hefty fine. I couldn’t pass off that money.” 

Wooyoung scoffed, standing up. He was pissed off now. 

“Yeah?” Wooyoung nearly yelled. “Yejun promised you a thick wad of cash for my head, huh?” 

Hojin recoiled at the venom laced in his words. Hongjoong looked shocked, everyone else stunned into silence. 

“H-He did—” 

“Well he’s a damned liar, then!” Wooyoung roared, feeling every emotion rise out of him. He had suppressed them all this entire time, but this was the cherry on top. This was what ignited the fire inside of him. “Yejun has no fucking money to give you! You said a poor village, well he’s a poor man! He would’ve given you jack shit for me, you pathetic piece of shit!” 

“Wooyoung—” 

Wooyoung shrugged off the hands of Yunho and Seonghwa. “No! Don’t touch me. I’m sick and tired of this! You,” he pointed at Hojin. “Don’t get to come sneaking around here with the intent to bring me back to that miserable place! Get lost. Or get killed. I don’t care.” 

With anger boiling in his gut and red cheeks to match his embarrassment of lashing out, Wooyoung abruptly ran and left the room, more tears falling down his face than he cared to admit. God, he hated being angry. It was horrible. It was shameful. 

He was never allowed to be angry at home. He was never allowed to stand up for himself or others. He was scared he’d be beaten harder and at times, he was scared he’d die, or get abducted by neighboring villages. Just like his mother was. 

Wooyoung collapsed onto his bed, sobbing hysterically into the pillows. On his way inside, he locked the door behind him. 

He didn’t want the soothing presence of his future packs to comfort him. 

All Wooyoung really wished for was his mother. 

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Wooyoung wasn’t sure how much time had passed as he continued crying his eyes out. He felt how swollen they were sure to be, and he could barely breathe with how congested he now was. 

Over the course of… was it an hour? Wooyoung heard a few urgent knocks at the door, some shouted words of worry. He ignored them completely, feeling less than ready to face any of the men outside. 

He could smell San and Seonghwa. He could smell the distress of Hongjoong lingering nearby, the guilt of Mingi and Yeosang. They knew they couldn’t do much to help him. 

Wooyoung still felt the courses of anger running through his veins, and he wasn’t sure what would calm him down. He got up on shaky legs, finally emerging from hiding in the mattress, and splashed cold water onto his face as he stared at himself in his ensuite bathroom. 

He was pale. His eyes were indeed very puffy, and it hurt to even gently touch them with a finger. Wooyoung knew he looked a mess, knew his anger was too much to be justified, but who could blame him? Wooyoung had been grieving for God knows how long, stuck in his own shell of a mind, feeling abandoned by everyone in his old village. 

He hated to admit it to himself, but he felt like his parents abandoned him and left nothing for him. 

At the thought of them, Wooyoung remembered his mother’s jewelry box. When he first arrived at the castle, he had hid it underneath the bed once more, tucked away with a spare blanket he snatched from home.  

Wooyoung blindly scrambled onto the floor, reaching with a hand to grab the box, pleased to feel its intricate wooden carvings and the lingering smell of his mother still on it, even after all these years. He loved holding it and looking at it, just to remind himself that she was once there for him. Once alive. 

He sat there on the floor, hugging the box to himself and wept even more. 

Wooyoung missed Daewon more than anything, more than his father. More than the nameless friends he once had and ran around the large fields with before they turned sour and left him too. 

“Mother…” Wooyoung whispered to himself, holding the box to his chest. “I miss you. I miss you so much.” His voice was wet with tears. He set it down on the floor and shakily opened it up, revealing more of her scent. He hated opening it, for he feared the more he did, the more her scent would gradually disappear. But at that moment, all that fear was lost. He just needed to feel her jewelry in his hands. 

He picked up her prized pearl necklace, feeling the soft grooves of them running through his fingers, remembering how she loved wearing them on days she felt beautiful. Her wedding ring was in there too, and Wooyoung nudged it on one of his fingers, feeling the texture of the lovely studded diamond and nearly giving out. 

Wooyoung sat for a long time, rocking over and over, touching each bracelet, necklace, ring. 

He missed his mother. God, he really did.

Seonghwa was pacing outside of Wooyoung’s door. 

“I think giving him space is the right option,” Yeosang mused. “Besides, Hongjoong already killed Hojin. There isn’t much else to do besides increase security and kill whoever let him in again.” 

“I know that,” Seonghwa said. “But I have a right to worry. His cries… they haven’t ceased to end.” 

Yeosang’s eyes were downturned with understanding. “I hear them too, Hwa.” 

Hongjoong appeared then, scowl permanently etched onto his face. “I will find out who allowed him onto our premises. They will be taken to the chamber and killed just like Hojin.” 

“Normally I would say it’s a bit extreme,” San said. “But considering Wooyoung’s status…” 

“Anything is bound to happen,” Mingi cut in. “I’m regrettably sorry I caught on so late. Normally I would be way more alert.” Yunho rubbed his shoulder, assuring him he did nothing wrong. 

“You did what was right,” Hongjoong looked at him. “This isn’t anyone’s fault except for that sorry bastard, the village leader, and the asshole who let him inside.” Everyone could smell the anger radiating off the King still, and none of them were bothered by it. 

If Hongjoong had left his anger contained for much longer, well, the results could be disastrous. No one likes an angry King running a country. 

“I know we’re all worried,” Seonghwa placated. “But for this evening, we should let Wooyoung rest,” he decided. “I’m especially worried, but… I think he needs some alone time.” 

“I agree.” Yeosang smiled gently. “Today was a lot. For all of us. Let's heal in our own ways for now.” 

Jongho went off with Yeosang and San, while Yunho and Mingi went to their shared room. Hongjoong and Seonghwa were left, standing outside Wooyoung’s door. They shared nonverbal words to each other, Hongjoong’s piercing gaze telling Seonghwa everything he needed to know. 

With a jerk of his head, Seonghwa followed Hongjoong to their room. 

“I-I can’t,” Hongjoong whined. “I need a distraction. Please, Hwa,” he practically begged, stripping himself of his tight jacket and hastily unbuttoning his white button down. Seonghwa watched on, feeling just as frenzied and frustrated. 

“Of course, my love,” he settled on saying instead. He undressed himself, pushing down his loose, silk blouse off his shoulders and watching it crumple to the ground as he slowly unbuckled his pants and took care of the buttons, Hongjoong watching with hungry eyes as his bottom half was exposed. 

Hongjoong was soon naked, and so was Seonghwa as they toppled onto the bed together, mouths clashing with desperation and whimpers as Seonghwa pushed Hongjoong down below him, scrambling on top of him. 

He licked a stripe up Hongjoong’s pale jaw, eyeing his mating bite and sniffing it intensely as Hongjoong ran his hands up and down his hips and arms, eager to touch and hold and pull on him. 

“Be patient,” Seonghwa murmured. “I’ll take care of you.” 

Hongjoong eventually relaxed, Seonghwa hovering over him and gently kissing every part of his body, feeling him tremble all over, hands running through Seonghwa’s long, black hair. 

Seonghwa inched down, down, down, until he was mouthing at Hongjoong’s already hard dick, licking it slowly and then taking all of him in his mouth. 

“Hwa…” Hongjoong bit back a groan, pulling on Seonghwa’s hair and urging him down. Seonghwa went with it, sinking down slowly and coming up briefly only for air, then he was going back down again. 

After ravishing Hongjoong with his mouth, Seonghwa leaned up and kissed him, all messy and filled with tongue. Hongjoong moaned into it, bucking his hips wildly with desperation. 

Pretty soon, Seonghwa had him cumming as he rode him into oblivion, biting down on Hongjoong’s mating mark, causing him to whimper as his high left his body. They settled down together in bed, Seonghwa gently spooning him from behind as they fell asleep.

Wooyoung woke with jumbled thoughts and confusion.

He tried to lick his lips, but they were dry and painful. His eyes were swollen and puffy, and he felt his entire body ache as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his face. He felt pillow lines all over his cheeks and sighed in frustration before hobbling out of bed on shaky legs. 

It was still dark outside, but as he checked the clock, it was nearing around six in the morning. That meant some of the maids would be awake. Yeosang, Yunho, and Mingi certainly would be too. 

They had work to do, areas to clean, meals to prepare in Yeosang’s case, and the gardens and land to survey and guard. Wooyoung hastily bathed himself, taking his time to scrub away the aches and grief he was experiencing. 

As he sat in the bath, the steam wafted up to his nose and he could breathe a bit easier. The heat made his cheeks flush red as he got out and toweled himself off. He thought about going back to bed, changing into silky pajamas because he ended up passing out in bed wearing his day clothes. They were stiff on his body by the time he woke up. 

So, he did just that. Wooyoung changed into a lilac pajama set, feeling clean and warm and not as upset as he was the night before. He felt a bit guilty that he had yet to leave his room, yet he felt… selfish in a way for feeling distantly upset that no one tried to storm into his room to check on him.

Had they even cared as much as they claimed? 

Wooyoung shook away his thoughts and clambered back underneath the comforter, feeling sleep fall over him as the sun started to rise outside. 

Yeosang, in all his time of being a royal maid, had never witnessed such an outburst as the one Wooyoung had. It still shocked him as he thought about it. All of them were pretty shaken up as they met for breakfast and to discuss the duties the day had in store for them. 

Hongjoong was set to announce the spring equinox letter, the one that would alert the entire kingdom of Wooyoung’s status and of the events to come during the equinox. It was going to be nervewracking, and Hongjoong wanted to sit everyone down and prepare them for it. 

Although… one important person was missing. 

“Should I go wake him, Sir?” Yeosang asked stiffly. He could feel an odd sort of tension in the room, so severe he could cut it with a knife. Everyone glanced at each other. 

“No,” Seonghwa mumbled. “Let him be a little longer. He must be sleeping.” 

“But—” San cut him off. “Wooyoung is important to this kingdom. He deserves to know what’ll be happenin’.” He looked at Hongjoong. “Right?” 

Hongjoong nodded, frowning grimly. “You’re right. Yeosang, I think you should go get him. It’s past eight now, he’s had time to rest and recover from the events of yesterday.” 

Seonghwa mumbled something under his breath, but didn’t protest outwardly as Yeosang stood up and went upstairs. 

He knocked a few times on Wooyoung’s door. “Wooyoung? Are you awake? May I come inside?” 

Nothing. He tested the doorknob, pleased to find it unlocked, and slowly pushed his way in, glancing around. Wooyoung was passed out, drooling onto his pillow. It was similar to the first day Yeosang caught a glimpse of him. 

“Wooyoung,” Yeosang said gently, kneeling down next to the bed. “It’s time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung stirred, grumbling. “Hm?” He peered open one eye, staring at Yeosang. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m waking you up, silly,” Yeosang chuckled. “Come on. Breakfast is ready. I bet you’re hungry, huh? You skipped dinner last night.” 

Wooyoung whined, turning away from Yeosang. “Don’t want to get up.” 

“You have to,” Yeosang gently insisted. “There’s something important we need to discuss. All together.” 

“Do any of you even care about me?” Wooyoung mumbled, turning around again to face him. “None of you checked on me last night. No one. Not even… not even Seonghwa.” 

Yeosang frowned. “Oh honey, some of us knocked. We shouted.” 

Wooyoung sighed. “I know… I remember now. I just,” he stuffed his face in the pillow. “I guess I expected… more.” 

“More?” Yeosang echoed. 

“Yes,” Wooyoung whined. “I thought San or someone would break the door down and splinter the wood.” 

Yeosang couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from his lips as he stroked a hand over Wooyoung’s hair. “Well, I’m sure Hongjoong would’ve done exactly that if Seonghwa hadn’t whisked him away in time.” 

“Really?” 

“Really. Now, it’s time for breakfast. I’ve prepared some cream of wheat for you, something easy on the stomach. Will you please come downstairs with me?” 

Wooyoung finally got up, and Yeosang picked out some comfortable lounge clothes for him, taking the pajamas and throwing them in the hamper in his closet. After he was finally dressed, he begrudgingly followed Yeosang downstairs, his slippers squeaking slightly against the marble floors. 

He caught a glimpse of everyone as they sat around the table. A few of them were eating, some were sipping coffee. Wooyoung saw his steaming bowl of cream of wheat waiting for him, alongside hot tea. A few honey packs were next to it, as if they all knew his obsession for it. 

“Well, there he is,” San greeted, a lopsided smile on his face. “Come, sit down.” 

“How are you this morning, my darling?” Seonghwa asked him, as Wooyoung stiffly sat down. 

“I’m doing okay,” Wooyoung quietly said. “I want to apologize, hyung, to all of you.” He looked around at all the eyes on him and felt his face burn. “The way I acted… it was not the way Luna should act. Please forgive me.” He bowed his head. 

“Wooyoung, there’s no need to apologize,” Hongjoong said. “You reacted normally. In fact, if you hadn’t reacted so strongly, we’d all be confused and more surprised.” 

“Yes,” Yunho piped up. “It was reasonable. It was a serious situation, something that threatened your life.” 

“Please don’t worry about outbursts,” Jongho assured. “We all understand.” 

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung asked, twisting his hands together underneath the table. “I just… I haven’t been that angry in so long.” 

Seonghwa smiled softly at him. “Well, instead of quietly seething, please release your emotions when you need to from now on. It’s healthy.” 

Wooyoung nodded. “Okay, hyung.” 

“Now,” Hongjoong cleared his throat. “I want to discuss the Spring Equinox.” He looked at Wooyoung, gauging his reaction as he blew on his cream of wheat a few times before taking a bite. “Seonghwa and I came up with a plan. I wrote out an announcement, and next week, when it begins, I will call for every citizen in Solaris to listen to what I have to say. Wooyoung, I will be addressing your status as Luna.” 

Wooyoung stiffened from where he sat, gulping. His hands were suddenly shaking as he set down his spoon. “What?” 

“Please understand,” Seonghwa stepped in, before things got heated. “It’s important for everyone to be aware of it. Luna is very, very monumental. It can change everything. As Hongjoong is the King, he can’t hide such serious matters from our citizens. It is unfair, and would come off as sneaky.” 

Everyone else was silent and waiting, preparing themselves for more words from Wooyoung. San was especially tense, thinking of how unstable Wooyoung’s emotions already were since arriving. 

“I-I don’t understand,” Wooyoung stumbled. “Aren’t I supposed to be kept a secret? My life… it’s threatened right now. If everyone knows, isn’t that bad?” 

He was so confused, met with so many new things at once. Hongjoong looked less… friendly and warm at that moment. His face was a perfect facade of that of a King. It made sense why he was in charge, his leadership was impeccable. Every word of his was compelling. 

Which was why Wooyoung found himself terrified inside. 

Seonghwa cleared his throat, and Hongjoong took that as the hint to continue. 

“I understand,” Hongjoong said. “I took that into account. Yes, people will be aware of you and your status, but they have a right to know. Our Kingdom is securely protected, and I plan to hire higher levels of security. Another plan Seonghwa and I came up with, to assure your safety, is a special locked room. It will be different from your own, this one is in the basement.” 

“The basement?” Wooyoung echoed. 

Hongjoong nodded. “It has a lockbox, top security. It will be guarded and the code is one that all of us will know.” 

Seonghwa interjected. “Our basement is not one that is cold and damp, it is comfortable and warm, and is furnished nicely. Normally, we use it for storage and for our weapons, extra stable gear, and imperishables for emergencies.” 

“Yunho and I spent lots of time working with it and organizing everything,” Mingi assured. 

Wooyoung felt bewildered. His head was spinning. All the new information was shocking to him, the fact that his life was going to be even more in danger with Hongjoong coming clean about everything. 

“I can see the thoughts running wild in your head, darling,” Seonghwa soothed. “But please do not worry. Solaris is full of understanding people, loyal people, and sure, word will get out, but it will be exciting at the thought of a Luna.” 

“This will be a good thing,” Hongjoong spoke up. “I promise you. We would never intentionally put you in harm's way. You need to let yourself trust us, Wooyoung. You've gotten accustomed well here.” 

Nothing Hongjoong was saying felt right to him. This was not the Hongjoong he met originally in the beginning. This version of him was in charge, and was thinking only about business and democracy, not the soft alpha that seemed to worry endlessly about Wooyoung. 

“You’re all on board with this?” Wooyoung asked everyone at the table. “You’re okay with everyone knowing this secret of mine?” 

Jongho sighed, San looked away. Yunho and Mingi looked like they wanted to speak up again, but hesitated. Yeosang was busy tidying up the table, not saying anything. 

“Well?” He urged. 

“Wooyoung, please—this is the best outcome. The best thing we can do is to continue forward,” Seonghwa said. “Darling, don’t get overwhelmed now. You’re simply tiring yourself out.” 

“I thought you would all be more reassuring,” Wooyoung sniffled. “This feels like something you’re forcing onto me, instead of letting me choose my way.” 

Hongjoong sighed, leaning on his elbows. “I understand, I do. The Spring Equinox is a very important time for everyone to get together, bond, and participate in new harvests. The women weave baskets, tend to gardens, and sew together. The men go hunting and stock up on fresh meat for the winter, as well as brewing wine and building new huts for heats and ruts.” 

He continued on. “It is also the time of new announcements, new programs, new beginnings. For us, you are a new beginning, Wooyoung. You are the one the world has been anticipating, for decades now, since your mother.” 

“I know it’s a lot of pressure,” Yeosang chimed in, sitting down finally. “But you will be cherished, not harmed.” 

“I—”

“It’s a lot, hyung,” Jongho pressed, annoyance sparking his features. This time, he was speaking to Hongjoong. “You can’t expect him to just automatically be okay with all of this. You literally sprung it all out on him out of nowhere!” 

“Jongho, honey,” Seonghwa sighed. “There was no other time than now to come clean about it. If we waited any longer, it would’ve been more shocking.” 

Wooyoung cleared his throat. “I understand what you’re saying, hyung.” He looked at Hongjoong, a sense of calm finally washing over him. He felt like he could speak a little more clearly now. “I trust your words, I do, but of course I am concerned. I’m scared, even, that people will be apprehensive of me, or feel threatened. I’m sure that’s a perfectly reasonable reaction, is it not?” 

Hongjoong finally softened, his tense shoulders relaxing as he took in Wooyoung’s words. The ruling mask he plastered on so early in the morning was shedding. He looked more human, more like the person Wooyoung had come to know. 

“You’re very right,” Hongjoong quietly said. “I am so sorry, for not being more empathetic to you. I should’ve been prepared for you to act like you did, to be worried. Seonghwa even warned me, yet the both of us were only talking business, when we should have been a little… gentler.” He winced at his words. 

The entire pack spoke out words of agreement, San feeling bad for not at least rubbing Wooyoung’s back in reassurance. 

“It’s okay,” Wooyoung sighed. “Just a little warning next time.” 

“Of course.” 

“Alright,” Seonghwa slapped a hand on the table. “Are we all clear about the Spring Equinox? Everyone understands the announcement, the engagement we might be facing?” 

The pack all nodded, murmuring words together, and Wooyoung felt his face heat up at the unexpected pressure he was feeling deep inside. He took a breath in and out, and finally uttered the word ‘yes.’ 

For the first time all morning, everyone sent him smiles and words of encouragement. Seonghwa engulfed him in a big hug, Wooyoung finding comfort in the crook of his neck, sniffing and sniffing until he felt lightheaded and had to break away. 

“We want what’s best for you, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa whispered gently to him, petting his hair and pinching one of his cheeks. “You are still young. You have a long way to go.” 

“Would you like to start training?” San came up behind him, holding his waist securely, placing a head on his shoulder. Wooyoung jumped slightly, before realizing it was San. 

“Oh, yes. I was hoping you’d help me perfect my stance and the way I hold daggers,” Wooyoung excitedly chattered. “Just let me grab a jacket, it looks rainy outside.” 

San nodded, and ruffled his hair. 

The rest of the pack dispersed off to their own duties, Seonghwa and Hongjoong lingering behind. 

“Was that for the best?” Hongjoong asked, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “Was I… too mean?” 

Seonghwa shook his head. “You were a bit tough, yes, but I think you were just following your duties of being King. When you’re firm with us, and our subordinates, it’s important and it gets through to them.” 

“It seems the only way to get through to Wooyoung about this importance is by being stern. He’s still quite young, still has time. To him, we are probably more like parental figures, from what I’ve caught on,” Seonghwa continued. Hongjoong leaned into him, sighing into his chest. 

His emotions felt deflated, the energy and burn from his words previously had disappeared like a fire being put out. 

“You’re right.” 

“I’m always right, my love.” 

San waited eagerly for Wooyoung in the courtyard. 

The dark clouds overhead threatened a storm, but San wasn’t too worried about it. He wanted to take the training session today lightly, just to teach Wooyoung more of the basics about handling different weapons. He was hoping to keep it going for about an hour. 

Soon enough, Wooyoung arrived with Yunho in tow. He was wearing a loose jacket, zipped up halfway. He said goodbye to Yunho and thanked him for walking him to the courtyard, before meeting San’s eyes with an eager ferocity. 

“Hello again,” San smiled. “Are you doing okay… after all of that?” 

“Yes, I think so,” Wooyoung replied. “To be honest, I’m still in shock a bit. It feels too fast, doesn’t it? Or is that just me?” 

San began unsheathing a small dagger and set it down on a stonehenge nearby, cleaning the blade gently with a microfiber cloth. “I do agree. I don’t think Hongjoong discussed that with us very much beforehand, and I wish he had.” 

Wooyoung hummed, fingers twisting together with nerves as San finished up, walking towards him with the dagger in hand. 

“Here,” San handed it to him, blade down. “It’s important when dealing with sharp objects like this to always have the blade facing down, so you don’t accidentally stab anyone or yourself while traveling with it. Of course, most of the time it will still be sheathed, but if you find yourself in times of emergencies, well…” 

Wooyoung listened well, the lesson continuing flawlessly. San introduced new moves, and showed him more advanced weapons that he’d one day be able to handle with enough knowledge under his belt. 

He knew it would take months, maybe even a whole year, but Wooyoung was tingling inside at the thought of it. He longed to be able to defend himself without relying on others. 

Afterwards, it was nearing noon. 

Jongho had come to fetch him, and they huddled together in the study as Wooyoung started learning more words. San joined them, watching everything unfold, studying Wooyoung as he learned a few advanced phrases. Jongho was so patient with him, it made San’s heart stutter in his chest. 

Years ago, Jongho wouldn’t have been this open, this comfortable with anyone. 

He was basically mute when he joined Hongjoong’s pack, after San found him huddled in the greenhouse during the middle of winter, trying to seek some sort of warmth amongst the plants. San wasn’t sure whether to treat the boy like he was a threat or not, for he was so malnourished San could see his hollow cheekbones and saw his collarbones poking out dangerously far. 

Eventually, Hongjoong had warmed up to him. They all did, and learned that Jongho was exceptionally smart and talented underneath his struggles. The first few months were rough, and he hardly ever spoke until he was finally comfortable enough to start. 

Seonghwa had put him in charge of teaching young kids to read and write, and Jongho often ventured into the smaller communities in Solaris to help the poor who never had the chance to attend school properly. 

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?” Wooyoung innocently asked him, peering at him with wide eyes. He put his pencil down, turning to face Jongho fully. “I love your cheeks, they’re so round.” 

Jongho huffed a laugh. “Thank you. I’m glad they’re so round now. They definitely didn’t used to be.” 

“Oh?” 

Jongho nodded. “I used to be similar to you, you know? I grew up in a poor community, never having enough food. I loved learning, though. I loved writing and reading, and studying magic when I could. That involved a lot of stealing, though. A lot of wandering around in the streets. My parents both left me to run away to another city, they thought I was too much of a burden to take with them.” 

“Jongho…” Wooyoung gasped. “I am so sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Jongho waved him away. “I’m here now, and I’m healthy and steady. I love this life. I’m endlessly grateful for everyone here, my mates, and now you.” 

He booped Wooyoung’s nose, watching with a smile as Wooyoung blushed. 

“Well, I admire your strength,” Wooyoung told him. “You’re very helpful and have been so understanding, even if I can be annoying.” 

“You’re not annoying, you’re processing change. It’s normal, it’s natural. I promise.” Jongho’s smooth, deep voice soothed Wooyoung as he took his words in like honey coating his throat. 

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Wooyoung was torn between which outfit to wear to meet with one of Hongjoong’s royal advisors. 

Just a few months ago, he couldn’t have imagined having to face a choice so trivial as deciding between the satin blue button up or a more casual sweater, embroidered with the sun symbol of Solaris. Each pair of pants that were offered to him were both made of soft cotton, each one with flares at the bottom. 

He sighed and rubbed his hand through his hair. Wooyoung knew he’d have to make a good first impression, so he chose the first option, buttoning it up delicately as if it would break under pressure. The last thing he wanted to do was be too rough with such expensive fabric. It was soft, and felt smooth and cool against his skin. The contrast of the shirt along his tanned glow was satisfying to look at. 

His hair was another issue. He would definitely need Yeosang to help him. 

Opening his bedroom door, he peered out at the mostly empty hallway in front of him. The floors looked to be freshly mopped and shined, and the only sounds he heard were the distant chatter of the maids as they prepared breakfast. 

Wooyoung slipped on his slippers and made his way out, determined to find Yeosang. 

He still wasn’t sure which room was his, but he found the chambers of Seonghwa and Hongjoong, so surely Yeosang wasn’t too far ahead. Coming across a light blue door, Wooyoung knocked hesitantly. 

It opened immediately, and Yeosang was there, a bright smile on his face. “I could smell you. Did you need something?” 

“Yes,” Wooyoung nodded. “My hair… What should I do with it? I want to make a good impression with Mr. Lee.” 

“Ah, of course,” Yeosang stepped out of his room. He was already fully dressed, wearing his usual attire. It consisted of white billowy sleeves, brown trousers with a studded belt holding it up, with white house slippers adorning his feet. His face was a little flushed. “Let’s head back to your room. I have some ideas.”

They silently went back to Wooyoung’s chambers, closing the door behind them. He followed Yeosang into the ensuite bathroom. 

“Come, sit on the counter for me.” 

Wooyoung hopped up as Yeosang began rummaging through the drawers, pulling out a diamond encrusted hairbrush, and some pearl clips. “You have long hair, so I was thinking we’d pin some of it back.” 

“I’m leaving all my trust to you,” Wooyoung joked, the feeling of Yeosang’s fingers in his hair relaxing him. Yeosang hummed and began to part his hair in the middle, Wooyoung’s long bangs framing his face beautifully. Yeosang worked his magic, expertly braiding little strands and pinning them up with the pearl clips.

“Would you like a haircut sometime, Youngie?” 

“Oh uh, I don’t know. In my last village, the boys usually grew their hair out until they were of age. Do you think I should?” Wooyoung asked once Yeosang was done. He checked himself in the mirror, his shoulder length black hair with the pearls shining impeccably. Yeosang sprayed a bit of hairspray to keep it all in place. 

“In the end, it’s up to you,” Yeosang smiled. “I think it’s beautiful the way it is. We do have a stylist for formal events that comes in. If you want to get a trim to clean it up, we can.” 

“I think it might be nice. It looks like I have some split ends, anyway,” Wooyoung replied, hopping off the counter. 

“You look amazing right now. I really did well this time,” Yeosang hummed. “Come, are you hungry?” 

At the mention of food, Wooyoung’s stomach grumbled. Both of them heard it and giggled. 

Downstairs, the rest of the pack was eating their breakfast, some of the maids cleaning up the dishes and putting ingredients away. The whole time, music was playing and they hummed along to themselves. Back in Wooyoung’s village, no one was allowed to listen to music freely, let alone sing. 

It was a nice touch to see. Hongjoong really was a good leader, if his staff felt this comfortable. 

“Good morning,” Seonghwa greeted the two of them as they sat down, and two plates were placed in front of them. “Did you sleep well, Wooyoung?” 

Wooyoung nodded. “I did. Yeosang did my hair.” 

“It’s very cute,” San commented. “It suits ya.” 

Wooyoung couldn’t help the blush that spread across his cheeks. “Thank you.” Everyone else shot him compliments and smiles, Mingi brushing his hand over the silky smooth texture of his top. 

The breakfast was delicious as always. 

“So, since Wooyoung will be meeting with Advisor Lee Minhee, I would like you all to be on your best behavior. I imagine you will be anyway. The meeting will last for forty-five minutes, Wooyoung,” Hongjoong announced steadily. He reached under the table and gripped his hand gently. “I promise you, Minhee isn’t scary in the slightest. He’s taller than me, but everyone is.” He laughed. 

“I’ll try my best,” Wooyoung replied. “Is there anything else I should know? How should I act?” 

“Just be yourself,” Seonghwa said. “That’s all he wants from you. That’s all we want from you.” 

Wooyoung nodded, taking a deep breath. The meeting was soon, and his stomach was twisting into knots at the thought of it, the thought of meeting someone new, who was also important in Solaris. What would he think of Wooyoung? What would he think of a new Luna after so many years?

“Minhee will be here soon,” Hongjoong cut in. “Would you like to come with me to prepare?” 

Wooyoung stood up stiffly, everyone wishing him good luck. Seonghwa placed a calming hand on his lower back, his touch fleeting as Wooyoung had to reluctantly leave. 

Hongjoong led him down a corridor past the kitchen and up the stairs. Soon, they were in an unfamiliar room. Four couches were spread apart, and a grand piano rested in the corner. It looked like a lounge room, somewhere for reading or chatting. Not necessarily a place for a meeting with an important person. 

“We wouldn’t normally come here,” Hongjoong began. “But I thought this would be more comfortable for you. Minhee definitely would prefer a couch rather than my stiff office chairs anyway.” 

“Ah,” Wooyoung nodded. He sat down on one of them, letting himself relax into the cushions. He grabbed one of the satin pillows and hugged it to his chest, needing to grip something to feel grounded. Hongjoong sat next to him. 

“Are you feeling okay?” 

“I’m just really nervous,” Wooyoung murmured. “Are you sure this will be okay?” 

“I’m very sure,” Hongjoong replied. “Minhee is one of my most trusted advisors. He overlooks all the small details, coming to me with reports from the public, he’s also in charge of planning events with the help of Seonghwa and Yeosang. He’s a very kind man.” 

Wooyoung bit his lip. “Okay.” His anxiety swirled in his gut, no matter how he tried to distract himself by playing with his fingers and popping his knuckles. “Enough of that,” Hongjoong mumbled, grabbing one of his hands and holding it tightly. “You will be okay. I’ll be here the entire time.” 

All he could do was nod, too weary to say much more. 

Fifteen minutes passed by, and Yunho opened the door, Minhee right next to him. “Thank you Yunho, for escorting me,” Minhee politely bowed as Yunho left. 

“Well, if it’s not Kim Hongjoong!” Minhee grinned. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

“Ah,” Hongjoong chuckled. “We just met up last week, did we not?” 

“Yes, but I miss your presence each day we’re apart.” They briefly hugged, Minhee patting his back. “And who might this be? The future Luna?”

“This is Jung Wooyoung. Wooyoung, please stand and introduce yourself.” 

Wooyoung stood on shaky legs, bowing deeply. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir. My name is Jung Wooyoung, and my mother was a Luna. She passed it on to me. I didn’t realize I was one until recently.” 

Minhee smiled, reaching to shake hands with Wooyoung. His grip was strong, hand larger than Wooyoung’s. 

“Likewise,” Minhee responded. “Why don’t we all sit down now? Forget the formalities, Wooyoung. You can think of me as a friend or an older brother.” 

“Ah, alright.” The three of them sat down, Hongjoong flanking one side of Wooyoung, and Minhee the other. Being surrounded by both scents, so strong, he felt just a little suffocated, but tried to ignore it for the sake of being professional. 

“Let’s begin, shall we?” Minhee started. “Have you started experiencing changes in your biology? Any new scents, feelings, sensitivities?” 

Wooyoung shook his head. “I mean, right now both of your scents are a little overwhelming to me. I apologize for not saying anything sooner, but I didn’t want to be rude.” 

“They are?” Hongjoong questioned. “I’m sorry, if we knew we both would have prepared some patches.” He frowned. 

“No, no it’s okay!” Wooyoung scrambled. “It’s my fault, really, I should have told you.” The lemon of Hongjoong’s scent, normally cool and smooth, spiked a little. Wooyoung felt like he could taste the sourness in his mouth, it was so strong. 

“Please don’t feel bad,” Wooyoung insisted. 

“Oh dear, you have so much to learn,” Hongjoong sighed. “Minhee, continue please.” Wooyoung wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but then suddenly Minhee kept talking, ignoring the previous apologies from Wooyoung. 

“To start, once you’ve finished proper training in education and magic, the next step would be to study the archive we keep locked in a safe. It holds many ancient and dangerous spells, and includes dozens of lineages from all around the Kingdom. It’s a sacred archive. Everything you can think of, it is kept in there.” 

Wooyoung nodded in understanding. “I’ll become prepared for that, however long it takes.”

“Good,” Minhee said. “Now, the last step before receiving the magic you’ve inherited, would be the coming-of-age ceremony.” 

His breath hitched. Wooyoung stole a glance at Hongjoong, but he looked so encouraging and supportive, that he was scared to say no or to hold off on an answer for much longer. 

He gulped. “Of course.” 

Minhee continued. “The beginning of it will be a complete exam of your body and mind.” His face turned serious. “It will take an entire week to finish. It’s used in order to analyze the amount of magic in your body, to cleanse every rash, every scar, and every mark caused by harm from the soul. 

“Some say it’s overwhelming to endure, but others find it satisfying or relaxing. Please don’t stress yourself out yet,” Minhee smiled. 

“Wait, I’m confused,” Wooyoung chimed in, feeling his stomach rumble with nerves. An entire exam of himself? Inside and out? It made him uneasy, thinking about being poked and prodded, taken apart like some kind of toy. “Th-That’s a requirement? I’ve never heard of such a thing.” 

Minhee nodded. “It’s been a long-standing tradition. It’s possible you weren’t aware due to where you grew up. Isolation. And it happens to be quite common in larger communities and cities, it’s the normal tradition for many pups.” 

“When do I need to worry about it?” Wooyoung wrung his fingers together, heart beating in his chest. 

“Six months from now. Until then, keep up with practicing useful skills. Eventually, Jongho will be able to enforce the basics of handling small amounts of magic. By the time you present as a Luna, your assets should be secured.” 

“And… Do you have an idea of when I will fully come into power?” 

“No, I do not. None of us do. All we know are the basics; the coming-of-age ceremony, magical assets coming to life as you will be an adult, and the actual demonstration of power, of the Luna? 

“Well, it will be is a mystery. That’s all I’ll say.” 

Hongjoong cut into the conversation. “He’s just saying all of this to seem complicated. I promise, Wooyoung, these are normal practices here. The art of cleansing is to remove bad thoughts and actions, any sins still lingering. It’s really— There’s nothing to worry about, darling.” His face softened, an arm reaching to grasp Wooyoung’s hand gently. He stroked the back of it with a finger. 

He licked his chapped lips, feeling the burn of the dead skin against his tongue. There was nothing he wanted to say. He was too scared of his own voice, of how raspy it would be. 

“Wooyoung?” Hongjoong’s voice felt underwater. He had spaced out again. “Hey, can you hear me?” 

“Oh, um,” Wooyoung startled. “Yeah, I can hear you. I’m sorry. I think all of this is just too much for me to handle. I’m… feeling on edge.” He looked at Hongjoong. “I know this is quite rude, Minhee, but I need to leave.” 

He stood on wobbly legs, both voices of the other men calling out to him. He could smell Hongjoong approaching him, and it only motivated Wooyoung to go faster, even if he was on the rise of a panic attack. 

Wooyoung ignored them, heaving as he ran out of the room and down the massive hallway, his feet padding against the marble below him. He scrambled to go find his room, and when he finally made it, he crashed, crumbled to the floor. Wooyoung had never cried so much before, as the salty tears dripped everywhere and into his mouth. 

Upstairs, Minhee and Hongjoong were equally as shocked. 

“I… I don’t know what just happened,” Hongjoong mumbled. He turned to Minhee, face impossibly apologetic. “I’m so sorry. I know you were just trying to help.” 

“It’s not a problem,” Minhee replied. “I didn’t think I’d scare him so much.” His posture deflated, cheeks red with embarrassment and shame. 

“I know,” Hongjoong nodded. “But from now on, I suppose I will be telling him everything. He’s probably just nervous and was stressed about meeting someone new. The upcoming responsibilities, it will be a lot.”

Minhee crossed his arms, sighing. “It sounds like it. Well, if you need anything please just let me know. That’s my job, and I’m proud to serve you.” 

Hongjoong smiled at him, bowing slightly. “Thank you for being here regardless, Minhee. You're free of your duties now. Rest well.” They bid each other goodnight, and Hongjoong suddenly felt the weight of his newest omega’s unforgiving emotions.

By the time Hongjoong approached Wooyoung’s door, he heard the distant scents of Seonghwa and San, both talking in low voices as sniffles erupted from under the door. He leaned in to listen, and felt sorrow grow in his chest. 

Quietly, Hongjoong opened the door and peeked inside. 

Wooyoung was sobbing his heart out against San’s solid chest, and Seonghwa was frantically murmuring sweet words to him in an attempt to get Wooyoung to calm down enough to talk about what happened. 

Hongjoong fully stepped inside. “Hey.” Two sets of eyes looked up at him. Seonghwa scowled. 

“Care to explain this?” 

“Minhee and I discussed the coming-of-age ceremony. Wooyoung got stressed and started panicking about all of the things he’ll have to learn about and do. He’s confused about when he’ll actually receive the gifts of his mother.” Hongjoong frowned, continuing with his explanation. 

Seonghwa sighed heavily. “I should’ve known it would be too much to unload right now.” 

“Wooyoung,” San softly whispered to him. “You need to calm down, honey. Can you hear me?” 

Wooyoung’s body shook. He clutched tighter to San’s shirt, fists red from how hard he was squeezing. His mind was racing, thoughts too muddied to perform words of any sort. He could hear, feel, and sense everything around him. 

Hongjoong smelled worried, Seonghwa was upset in more ways than one. It shone through. Wooyoung dug his head into San’s neck, sniffing and licking at the skin there. Underneath him, San shivered. 

“I… I’m so s-sorry,” Wooyoung eventually hiccuped, head peeking up from San’s neck. He blinked slowly as the sunlight filtered around them all, cascading the room in gold. “I embarrassed you, Hongjoong.” 

Seonghwa began peppering Wooyoung’s cheeks in kisses, and San started stroking back his wet bangs as he sat up, fidgeting with his clothes. “You didn’t embarrass me at all, baby,” Hongjoong assured him. “Are you feeling a little better after letting it all out?” 

Wooyoung nodded, swallowing and grimacing at how dry his throat felt. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Seonghwa told him, brows furrowed in concern. “This process is scary. We all went through that ceremony, honey, and we came out fine. We’re all okay.” 

“If you’re wonderin',” San said. “You’re asleep for all of it. They do so in order to keep you comfortable, and because the smell of distress is not a pleasant one.” He wrinkled his nose, reaching to pinch Wooyoung’s cheek. 

“Really?” 

“I promise. Really.” 

“It’s true,” Hongjoong insisted, when Wooyoung glanced up at him, eyes filled with the question. 

“O-Okay,” Wooyoung sniffled, letting San run a cold washcloth over his red skin. “That makes me feel a little better.” 

“I’m so glad,” Seonghwa smiled. “I need to have a talk with Hongjoong, now. Sannie, why don’t you take him to the library?” 

He turned to Hongjoong. “Was Minhee scary while he told him about all of this? We both know he can be too blunt in the eyes of business.” 

“No, not at all,” Hongjoong replied with a deep sigh. He sat down next to Seonghwa. “He was blunt, yes, but Wooyoung seemed to be teetering on the edge of panic regardless.” 

Seonghwa interlocked their fingers, resting his head against Hongjoong’s steady shoulder. “This is a lot to take in for us too, you know? I’m still weary about the reactions of everyone. The public and the other royals. Who knows what will happen?” 

“Rest assured, darling, I will do everything in my power to prevent that. Do you understand?” Seonghwa nodded, inhaling Hongjoong’s comforting lemon scent. It eased his racing thoughts a bit, and he briefly wondered about how San was handling Wooyoung. 

“We should go check on them,” he mumbled. “Wooyoung and Sannie.” They both stood slowly, Hongjoong pulling Seonghwa into a hug, leaving a kiss on his cheek. It made Seonghwa smile, and they wordlessly left, walking down to the library. 

Wooyoung’s round eyes were rimmed red, but he was slowly coming down from all the energy he dispersed as he lost himself in a novel, leaning back against San’s chest. San was stroking his arm as he read, and Wooyoung nearly lost himself in how pleasant he smelled. 

Seonghwa peered inside, the large door opening up a crack. “Hey babies, how’s it going?” 

Wooyoung lifted his eyes. “I’m doing fine now, Hwa. I just needed a good cry, I think.” 

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa walked further into the room, Hongjoong shyly trailing behind. 

Wooyoung nodded. “I promise. After thinking it through, and with the progress I’m making, I know I can do it. It just feels like it’s so vulnerable. I’ll be vulnerable. My soul will be looked at. Isn’t that… scary?” He closed the book, shoving a bookmark inside of it to hold his place. 

San shifted, and Wooyoung just cuddled himself further into his arms, San’s breath tickling the nape of his neck. 

“It’ll be over before you know it, dear,” Seonghwa told him, kneeling down in front of him. His eyes were soft, filled with kind specks of gold amidst the brown. “All you should focus on now is training, writing, and progressing with your skills.” 

“And,” San piped up. “Focus on gettin’ to know us all better. You’re sure to be interested in us, too aren’t you?” 

“Sannie,” Hongjoong cut in. 

“It’s true!” San insisted. “He’s so cute and inquisitive. We’re all courting him, aren’t we? It’s only fair that he gets designated time with each of us!” 

Wooyoung blushed, turning to hide his face in San’s shirt. “I guess you’re right,” he mumbled against his chest. 

Seonghwa stood, brushing off his pants. “Well, now that the meeting is done, and Wooyoung is okay, why don’t we resume our morning, hm? Wooyoung, go change into comfortable clothes. Meet Mingi outside now, he’s in the stables. He wants to show you how to ride Yeri.”

Wooyoung’s face brightened up. “Of course! Has he been waiting long for me?” 

“Not at all, honey. In fact, he was just finishing getting dressed when we came here to check on you,” Hongjoong said. San helped him up, and gave him a kiss on the head, as the three of them watched him wander back to his room. 

Wooyoung beamed as the crisp air outside welcomed him and cleared his mind. He spotted Mingi a little in the distance, the smell of hay dusting his senses. “Hey!” Wooyoung waved out, nearly sprinting to meet him. 

“Hey!” Mingi yelled back, meeting him halfway. “Are you ready to get started? First, I can show you how to assemble a bridle, and how to use signals so she knows when to go fast or slow down.” 

Wooyoung nodded, following Mingi along the dirt path to the stables. He saw Minnie eating a bail of hay, stuffing it down, and Yeri was waiting patiently to be let out. They were both beautiful, coats and manes shiny like they were just bathed. 

Some of the other horses were in their stalls, none of which Wooyoung was familiar with. “Do the others have their assigned horses too?” 

“Yes,” Mingi confirmed, grabbing a bucket of supplies from a closet. “Hongjoong’s horse is the white one there, her name is Lucky. She’s an Arabian horse. He’s had her since she was just a fawn. Hongjoong’s father raised a lot of the horses here.” 

Wooyoung was in awe. 

“Those two Appaloosas, the ones side by side, belong to Jongho and Yeosang. The black and brown one is named Aries, and the black and white is Miyu.” Wooyoung walked up to them, noting the dozens of spots lining their fur, and how well-kept they seemed. Miyu huffed at him, leaning her head out as Wooyoung gently petted her nuzzle. 

“That Mustang there, the palomino one? She’s Sannie’s horse. Her name is Byeol. Sannie brought her here from his home, and they’re super attached. She doesn’t let anyone ride her except for him,” Mingi continued on. 

“What about Seonghwa’s horse?” 

“Oh, she’s the one in the very back there,” Mingi pointed to a pure black Friesian. “Her name is Mars. Seonghwa adores her, and rides her pretty often. He loves taking her down trails alongside Hongjoong and his horse.” 

“They’re all so adorable… and big,” Wooyoung said. He watched as Mingi continued getting Yerin out of her stall, and she stood, her bridle encrusted with diamonds, sleek fur shining in the sunlight. 

“I know, right?” Mingi huffed a laugh. “Come over here, now. Have you ever sat on a horse, ridden one before? Not counting the night Yunho and I plucked you from your village.” 

Wooyoung mulled it over. “No, I don’t think so. My dad owned a horse, but I think he ran away when I was still little.” 

“I see,” Mingi said. “Are you scared of them at all?”

Wooyoung shook his head. “No. I really love how cute and reliable they are. I really want to be able to ride one freely, so I’m putting all my trust in you.” 

Mingi smiled, his crooked tooth showing up as he patted Wooyoung’s head, ruffling his black, messy hair around. “You’re too cute for your own good, Youngie,” his gruff voice soothing Wooyoung’s nerves. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but nuzzle into the feeling, blinking up at Mingi with delight and adoration, something so precious in his eyes that caused Mingi to melt on the spot. “Alright, why don’t we start, hm?” 

As the day progressed on, Wooyoung went about his normal duties. 

It was nearing dinner time, and he had just finished sparring with San. Yunho watched from afar, giving pointers about Wooyoung’s posture and stances. It worked up quite an appetite for Wooyoung, and he exhaled in relief as the two of them gestured for him to change and get ready for dinner. 

Nearing the dining hall, Yeosang’s famous roasted chicken with potatoes and rice wafted through the air, tickling his nose and it only made his stomach grumble further. 

The rest of the pack waited for him, smiles wide and chatter drifting through the room. It truly felt like his home, warm and welcoming, unlike where he came from, where he was forced to take on grueling tasks and figuring out how to work with sparse ingredients. 

“How was your day, Youngie?” Yeosang asked, as he sat down with his own plate of food. A pot of stew sat in the middle of the table for everyone to serve themselves with if they chose. 

“It ended up being good,” Wooyoung replied. “The morning time was a little stressful, but I think I just needed help sorting through my emotions.” He blew on a piece of chicken. He noticed half-full wine glasses lining the table, and his own was filled up, too. 

“That’s understandable,” Yeosang nodded. “Hongjoong told us about it. We all went through it, you know? If you wish to have us with you, we will do so.” 

“I can be there to hold your hand,” San offered, a cheeky smile on his face. 

“Ignore him,” Yunho cut in. “He’s just greedy.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’m right, and you know it! When Seonghwa is in heat, you always—” 

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Seonghwa stopped them from continuing, giggling. “No sex talk at the table, dears.” 

Wooyoung’s face heated up, and everyone else resumed normal chatter as chopsticks and silverware alike clinged against the ceramic plates and bowls. He took a sip of the red wine, grimacing the entire time. 

“It’s… not any better than before,” Wooyoung muttered. “But it feels good to try it again.” 

“By the time you’re of age, you’ll be a seasoned drinker,” Jongho commented, his glass already gone. “Just like me and Mingi.” 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Wooyoung said dryly. “Yeosangie, thank you so much for the food.”

“Of course!” Yeosang beamed from across the table. “We were all hoping to officially begin courting you, starting tomorrow. It will mark the start of the week, of course, so I hope you’re ready to be indulged and spoiled.” 

“Spoiled?” 

Seonghwa nodded. “We will all be taking you on dates. Each of us assigned ourselves a day to do so, and it will be a break from your training.” 

Wooyoung reddened further, the tips of his ears hot to the touch. He gulped, grabbing his wine glass and knocking it back, nearly spitting it up because, as he was coming to learn, red wine was fucking disgusting! 

“Holy—” 

“Wooyoung, what are you doing?” Mingi sputtered. 

“Man, I think you just made him more nervous!” San croaked out, laughing. 

“Please do not choke on that,” Hongjoong muttered, getting up and grabbing a napkin, gently dabbing excess wine off of his lips. 

Wooyoung slammed the glass back down, taking in deep breaths, eyes wild. “I need to be prepared. For each date. I am bad with surprises.” 

Yunho smacked Mingi upside the head to get him to stop laughing. Jongho and Yeosang were quietly making fun of him, and Seonghwa looked relieved. “Well, if you had just opened with that, then… you wouldn’t have almost choked on wine.” 

“I was just— just caught off guard, okay?” Wooyoung stammered. “No one has ever taken me out on a date! Let alone, like, seven people!” His voice rose, the tone of it echoing across the large dining room. At that point, he had probably disturbed the night shift maids from their rest. 

“Oh baby, it’s understandable to be overwhelmed,” Yeosang said. “But please do not worry so much. During your time here, it’s as if you’ve nearly given yourself a hernia every day.” 

“We do worry,” Seonghwa added, hand pressed to his chest. 

“I-It’s not… I’m sorry for worrying you. My heart just can’t take so many of you, um, being so interested in me,” Wooyoung mumbled, voice small. “But I am excited.” 

“That’s good,” Hongjoong commented, smiling. “Now that it’s out of the way, Yeosang my dear, did you prepare anything sweet?” 

“Oh! Yes I did!” Yeosang eagerly stood up, wiping away crumbs that lingered on his loungewear, and he drifted to the fridge. Banana bread pudding with a side of chocolate muffins, freshly homemade. Wooyoung was still a little full from dinner, but he still had a sweet tooth and it couldn’t bear to be ignored any longer. 

“Do ya like it?” San asked cheekily. 

Wooyoung nodded, mouth too full to speak. The wine was beginning to get to him, causing his eyes to droop, and the sweetness and warmth of the muffins melted into his mouth. He combined it with the pudding, letting himself sag down against his seat, the plush cushions welcoming him in. 

Everyone else continued eating, sipping on the remnants of their wine and each one of them sparing a few glances at Wooyoung. 

“Well, I believe it’s time to settle in for the evening,” Jongho said, as most of them got up, plucking their used dishes and placing them in the sink to be washed later. “Yeosang and I will be leaving for our room. Goodnight, everyone.” 

Before the two of them fully left, Yeosang lingered behind to press a soft kiss to the top of Wooyoung’s head. 

Wooyoung, drunk on wine and sugar, smiled loosely at the two of them, puckering up his lips. 

“Oh, now you want a kiss?” Jongho giggled, leaning in. The peck he left on his lips was warm, soft, fleeting. Jongho refused to push it any further, considering how new it still was to Wooyoung, and how tipsy he seemed to be. Lightly, he lifted up Wooyoung’s wrist and gently scented it in hopes of getting Wooyoung used to his smell. 

Caramel. Wooyoung breathed it in. 

Yeosang did the same, beaming with delight as Wooyoung nuzzled his wrist. The light vanilla smell, slightly smoky, filled Wooyoung with warmth and sent shivers down his spine. 

“You… you smell like a bakery,” Wooyoung hummed to himself. “You and Jongho both. It’s like… caramel and vanilla and everything is so sweet.” 

“Yeah?” Yeosang egged him on. “We do happen to be mates, sweetness.” 

“Oh, that makes sense,” Wooyoung mumbled. “Aren’t you all mates?” 

Jongho nodded. “We are. Each of us has our own specific partners, though. All of us except Sannie. We each share each other’s mating bites as well.” 

Wooyoung smiled, the wine filling his head. “I love it. I want to be mated to you all, too,” he drawled on, feeling his eyes flutter as vanilla overtook his senses once more. Yeosang loosely gripped his waist, turning to see the rest of the pack ogling the three of them. 

“We’ll assist him to his room,” Yeosang announced, Wooyoung giggling against him and trying to climb him like a monkey. 

“Need help?” San asked, already standing. 

“We got it,” Jongho assured. “Unless you just want to accompany us, make sure Yeosang doesn’t stumble under his weight.” 

“I doubt he even weighs much at all,” San muttered, eyeing Wooyoung’s bony arms. “I hope we get him fattened up more.” 

“You’re right,” Seonghwa said, rinsing off his dishes. “I noticed when he first came here, he was all skin and bones. His cheeks are chubbier now, so that’s a plus.” Hongjoong came up behind him and kissed him on the nape, his own way of telling Seonghwa not to dwell too much on it. 

“It’ll all be fine,” Mingi chimed in. “Yunho and I are heading out now. Thank you for the dinner again, Yeosangie.” 

Yeosang hobbled over and kissed each of them softly on the lips. 

“Goodnight!” Jongho and Yeosang said, San following them eagerlup the stairs. 

Wooyoung woke up groggy, but he soon realized he wasn’t alone. 

Turning to his side, he was met with the peaceful face of San, who was dead asleep with his mouth open, a small trail of drool staining the satin pillow. It surprised him. What happened the night before for San to end up in his bed? 

He gulped, feeling his heart begin to race. The sea salt scent from San was strong, rolling off of him in waves. Wooyoung slowly sat up, noticing how he was in soft pajamas instead of the clothes he remembered wearing the night before. 

Briefly, he thought about the dinner and the wine. Jesus, he thought. He must’ve really tested his barely-there tolerance again. 

Before finally easing off the bed and onto his unsteady feet, he noticed that San’s scent was stronger than he’d ever smelt before. He sniffed into the air, letting it engulf his senses. Another quick glance at San and he noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

San was in rut.