she wolf - ;;

However, the smile was essentially knocked from his face as the door opened and she tugged him in forcefully. Her scent hit him like a rush of cold air on a winter’s morning and it lingered on his senses, he could hardly focus, and the initial second it reached him, he had momentarily recoiled. It was never that she didn’t smell pleasant, but it was overwhelming. He had grown unaccustomed to this, the strength of an unmated female’s scent had become almost foreign since he had last encountered it. It had been with Jia, a good seventy years before this situation. He wasn’t prepared, he couldn’t have been. 

"No, sunshine, it’s alright," he spoke after a hesitation. It had taken him a moment to get a handle on himself in the face of an unmated and oh-so blatantly ready, needing female. Though something of a beast, Kris had the mannerisms of a gentleman in regards to this situation, acquired through years of travelling and learning the etiquette from all four corners of the world. "I’ll help you, there’s no worries."

Kris had to force himself to pull his gaze from her; he has to make a conscious choice to stop breathing through his nose, for every time he did, he caught another wave of her scent. He took the bags and proceeded to the kitchen, placing them up on the counter. While he always tried his best to keep from resorting to instinct, he could feel it gnawing at him. His fingers curled, tensing up into a tight grip on the bag; it was all he could manage to keep himself from being too forward. He began to pull the groceries from their bags, filing them away in their respective storage units—some in the cupboards, some in the fridge, some in the freezer. When he finished, he found himself almost disappointed to realise that fact. He would surely be asked to leave by Tiffany, for he was sure she was affected just as much as he. Being in heat with an unmated, sexually mature male couldn’t be easy. 

Perhaps he wasn't effected then? She could only hope that was the case because he seemed intent on putting away her things for her in that odd gentlemanly fashion he held on occasion because as it was she was definitely not okay herself. 

The scent coming off him was messing with her senses, making her body want to go forward and demand he slam her up against the counter or at least let her extend the same courtesy and-- she shook her head back and forth to try and rid the thoughts from her head, not helped the longer she let her eyes linger on his form and the way his arms looked when accidentally flexed while putting something away or his face as he seemed slightly concentrated on his task. Her mind was working overdrive and while part of her felt a disappointment bubbling up in her chest when he was done the somewhat rational side which had the barest voice in her conscience at that point was happy --he could leave and she could go back to suffering on her own.

Being a werewolf, Kris instinctively began to search for those of his own kind when he moved to Busan. It took a while, but he found a scarce few. In more recent years, he met one named Tiffany—a pretty young girl, one that he couldn’t help but admire on occasion. More often than not, he admired how cute she was, and felt compelled to keep an eye on her; he wanted to make sure she was already, feeling protective in some capacity. Perhaps it was due to him being older than she was, his knowledge far greater and his desire to stick with his own kind as strong as ever. He felt he had valuable things to pass on to her that she had yet to find out at her young age, though if he were asked to make a list, he’d have drawn nothing but blanks. 

He’d been going about his usual afternoon routine when he’d received a text; it was something of an SOS, it would seem. As if on a regular schedule, poor Tiffany’s body had gone into heat, and now she had no idea what to do with herself. As Kris expected, she had taken to hiding herself in her apartment, distancing herself from contact as much as she could. However, it seemed as though she trusted him most of all, having requested some help. She needed him to pick up some groceries for her, lest she starve in her apartment on her own.

He had no problems helping her out; in fact, he wanted to. He could stop by with her food and make sure she was keeping well, and he’d be satisfied to know she was alright. With the grocery bags in hand, he made his way back into the apartment complex, opting to take the elevator out of sheer laziness. He momentarily set the bags down as the elevator’s doors closed, taking that time to fix his appearance. The weather outside had left him a little windswept, and while that look worked for some people, Kris was positive that it did him no favours. 

She had been raised by the humans and therefore there were things about her species that she didn't know until it hit he right hard in the face like a flyball at a baseball and she was left both reeling and with a concussion. It had happened with her first transformation, it had happened when she first got angry enough to change into her demi-form and scare the crap out of her roommate in the orphanage and it happened now that it was time for her body to go into it's heat.

The first time had been such a shock to Tiffany that she hadn't really known what to do and for two agonizing weeks she had to keep herself from jumping everything in sight or getting jumped by other werewolves who happened to catch her scent. It was traumatic in a very unprepared way and so this heat she decided she was going to hide out --a split decision after the sudden need to attach herself to a customer at the diner had her hurrying out home claiming to be very sick until she could bolt her door and stay there. She knew that she couldn't just stay there with her scarce food, the ac turned up to freezing levels and herbody being plaid in the bare minimum of a tank top and shorts as to not overheat and die so she did the one thing she could think of.

She texted Kris.

It was a simple request, for him to acquire her some groceries so she didn't starve and she was thankful he was not only willing to do it but quick about it as well if the knock on her door just an hour later was any kind of reassuring gesture. She sighed, throwing herself from her couch after pausing her movie and padding over to the door with a sigh, taking a deep breath to steal herself before opening the door and quickly grabbing the taller male and pulling him inside, kicking the door shut so her scent didn't get out too much and then proceeding to back up pretty far from him out of preservation of her sanity because god damn did his scent hit hard back.

(` fingers hastily felt around over the once neat pile of paper on his desk; he didn’t have a thing for cleaning. changmin felt he knew where everything was when messy, but sarang had been here the previous day shifting pieces,and books around— much to his annoyance. sighing, the tall vampire sat himself down in his some what ‘thinking’ chair, and cracked open a book that had long seen better days.

she’s coming— it’s been so long, but changmin knew. )

(` a gaze had fixed once the door of his lab began to open, and there— like he’d hoped, was sarang. thin lips crooked into a soft smile upon her arrival through the door, and changmin quickly shifted himself out of the leather chair to make it way towards the source of light in the room—- and his life. the vampire places a hand on sarangs, before letting his smile reach his eyes; a mismatched look she often found too adorable on him. )

dear, little mutt, you shouldn’t yell at people. don’t you know it’s rude. that will get you no where. i’m sorry, but i can’t help. i’m busy. oh, no. i knew i forgot something. steve dislikes dogs.

Dear Pulse-Challenged Idiot,

It wasn't yelling, it was talking in urgent letters. please.

If you won't sent help I'm not reliable to what happens if it explodes in the microwave so nicely equipped in your apartment. Try not to jump at the chance to lap at the remains. 

signed,

tiffany hwang

p.s. you really need to get a cellphone