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oscar never liked advances from students. not only from the perspective of him liking to be in control whenever he could but, also, he always felt a little bad that they were thirsting after him when he might not make the move back. this particular student was different. oscar had tried in the past to subtly drop hints of his interest in the male but they fell on dead ears so, naturally, when the boy began to try and seduce oscar out of the blue, he felt a little unnerved. keeping the student behind after class, oscar made sure nobody could disturb them. “is everything alright?” he asked, an eyebrow cocked, “you seem a little... tense.”

Taylor felt off all day and he knew he should have said something to someone but he wasn’t used to needing anyone’s help at all. His body kept getting weaker and his need to be bred by an alpha was definitely getting worse. He could feel the slick dripping down his legs. A moan fell from his lips as he made his way to get Nixon. Taylor didn’t trust him all that much, but he was one of the few alpha’s Taylor did trust somewhat and he wasn’t sure if that scared him or not. He could smell, who he was sure was Nixon, and followed the scent, another moan slipping past his lips as he fell forwards. “Alpha...” He choked out as he slowly started ripping his clothes off,  needing someone and soon. 

Bjorn was in the main room eating with some other werewolves. Despite being the leader, he liked being around his pack, knowing himself about what was going on. Before the other werewolves come in, Bjorn can smell the heat. Not only did he like the others around him who were interested about which omega would have the chance to breed. However, the present omega already had an alpha that was not Bjorn and was traveling on a mission. "What you want?" He asked, trying to ignore the temptation.

She hadn’t done this in a long time, she thought she had got the clumsiness out of her system, but as her hand knocked against the mug of coffee she had made for the customer in front of her she couldn’t stop herself from gasping as she watched the hot liquid spill over the counter and spread out over the varnished wood.

Her eyes widened as she quickly fumbled for a cloth, rattling off apologies and dipping her head in a deep bow as she tried to clean up the mess before it became any worse. The last time she had spilt something the customer had been an angry one who was quick to shout at her and call her out on her apparant stupidity, and so she started to talk before any insults could be said.

"I’m so sorry, I’ll make you another one! I haven’t spilt anything in a long time, I swear. I don’t know what-" she cut off, the cloth she was using going still as the words the man had sad sunk in, and her gaze snapped up to meet the young man’s in front of her as a blush quickly made it’s way to her cheeks.

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Of course it wasn't a bad time, when was it ever a bad time for Jaejoong to have company?

Oh right. When he was at home alone in an artsy mood, drinking by himself and listening to depressing music while not wanting to be bothered. 

Yeah. 

But luckily this wasn't one of those times (it could have been but suddenly having company deflected the matter on a night he was worried that he otherwise didn't have plans for when he was feeling a touch of loneliness coming on), so Jaejoong didn't keep the door locked and fake that he was gone when Hyunjung came over. He definitely would have if he'd been in one of his moods. 

Instead. Hyunjung gets a smiley Jaejoong who is all too happy for someone just as impolite as he when it comes to owning the space, acting the part of a confident tomcat and just sprawling about how they pleased. The two were alike in that, easily making friends and seeming so comfortable in social situations, and while Jaejoong knew a fair few of people who were somewhat like that, Hyunjung was one of the first that he thought truly thrived in it. The guy reminded Jaejoong of his hyung, the one he'd lived with after the army, but he didn't like putting that thought together, that opened too many other thoughts. There wasn't any helping the happy basking in the other's presence though when Hyunjung was suddenly plopped on his sofa. 

Following after the younger, Jaejoong stops off to get another glass for the rum he'd opened for himself. It was common for the red wine to come out when he was feeling melancholy, as were the oil paints, but tonight he'd been sketching with pencil, nothing at all in particular but with the idea of his next tattoo swirling in the back of his mind. Putting aside the sketches, Jaejoong grins in a way that most people can't so no to, as he asks his question in return, instead of answering the former posed at him, while he hands Hyunjung the drink.