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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: Newfie!Jaehyun x fem Basenji!reader

Genre/ Trope: fluff, angst, enemies (idiots) to loves, high school au

Rating: PG

Warnings: language, pet name (he calls the reader pup), aggression, mentions of heats/ruts, feeling overwhelmed, injuries, blood, infirmaries, kissing

Word Count: 8.7k

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Spring Sophomore Year

“Fuck you Jung!” you yell when you get to the track, “It’s our turn on the field.”

Your blonde ears twitch angrily on your head glaring daggers into the back of the tall boy’s head. You have never gotten along with Jung Jaehyun, you’ve been classmates for years now. Not once have you ever enjoyed his presence. Especially now in high school, he’s become even more aggravating than he was before. You watch how his tail stops wagging and he turns around with a slight smirk on his face. His floppy brown ears frame his face as he looks down at you.

“Sorry, pup,” he says with a very condescending tone, “did I upset you? Why do you need it anyway? You guys run around the field on the track, no harm in us practicing for this weekend’s game.” he shrugs with a chuckle.

“I have girls who need to practice javelin and discus! They can’t do that if you’re stupid sweaty asses are running around kicking a ball.” you yell at him.

You may be much smaller than him, you being a Basenji and him being a Newfoundland, but that doesn’t stop you from standing up to the large dog hybrid. You step closer to him and poke your finger into his chest making him look down at you directly. He still just smirks at you and lets out a light chuckle.

“Sorry pup, it’s our day for the field.” he instigates further by petting your ears, but you smack his hand away.

“No, Jung, it’s not. You had the field on Monday. It hasn’t even been a week, it’s our day.”

Slowly one of his teammates walks up and puts a hand on his shoulder, “Jae, we could just go to the JV field for the day-”

“No Jungwoo, it’s okay,” he interrupts his friend, “let them run around while we practice. I’m sure it couldn’t hurt to have your field girls do some running with you, could it?”

You growl under your breath but eventually cave and walk away. Your ears are flat against your head in anger towards the larger hybrid. Your teammates look over at the soccer players and you watch how their reactions are extremely varied. You notice how one of your sprinters very clearly eyeing up one of the more muscular players. You’ve never understood why some of the older girls on your team ogle at them, sure you’re still 16, you haven’t presented yet, but you still don’t understand what they see in those boys. They’re dumb jocks who just think with the wrong heads. You don’t let him stay under your skin for too long though, you channel that energy into your practice.

One of your teammates, a snowhare, has always been known for her speed. It only makes sense with her being a hare, but even then she runs faster than any of the other bunnies or hares on the team. For a long while, you thought that she’d pursue track as a career. Then one day she told you that there were two reasons she wasn’t. The first is that she isn’t allowed to, as a hare, she’s seen as having advantages over human competitors. The second is that she has a high passion for science, specifically pharmaceutical sciences. That’s what she’s been planning to study for a while now and has no wish to change her mind. Not only is she an athlete and a science enthusiast, but she’s also a dancer. Her primary partner just so happens to be Jaehyun’s best friend too. It is absolutely the worst feeling going to her performances and having to see the horrible Newfoundland hybrid there too. You often spend time with her though, she’s one of your closest friends and you just have to tolerate seeing Jaehyun to support her.

“Hey,” you hear her catch up to you panting, “you seem out of it. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing important, just still a little bitter about the dog on the field.”

She laughs slightly, “He’s not that bad! He watches me and Sicheng practice sometimes. He’s really a great person.”

“You don’t get it!” you groan, “Here, let’s sit on the bench for a little break and talk.”

She nods and you continue to run towards the area with benches. The moment you get there she tosses you your water bottle before grabbing her own and sitting beside you.

“So explain to me why Jaehyun is so horrible?” she asks with a laugh.

“You really don’t see what I do? He’s cocky as fuck, he’s rude as fuck, he’s just horrible!” you rant, “Don’t you see how he belittles us while we’re out here? Come on, it’s obvious. He tried to pet me today!”

She lets your rant while you take your break, though she doesn’t understand what you’re seeing she still listens. When you start to run again though she challenges you to a race just to see how good your endurance could be. Racing against her is the best way to test that and even get more of a workout in. Everything was going perfectly smooth until you heard a deep laugh resonating across the field. When you check to see what was happening you saw one of the younger runners sitting off to the side clearly flirting with one of the soccer boys. You see red. Stopping in your tracks you march onto the grass and right up to the goalie who just happens to be that insufferable Newfie hybrid.

“Um, could you go away?” he groans, not even looking at you.

“Tell your fucking teammate to get back on the field then and stop flirting with my sprinter.” you bite back.

Jaehyun nods toward the team manager who notices that he’s requesting a break. When the whistle blows he immediately takes his gloves off and throws them to the ground. He turns towards you and you can see the fire in his deep brown eyes. Though you do feel slightly intimidated by his stare, you don’t back down. You hold eye contact with him and stay standing there with eyes glaring holes in his skull. He grabs your arm and drags you towards the benches by the away bleachers where no one was. Both the soccer and track and field teams are sitting by the home bleachers.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” he grits out.

“What am I playing at?” you scoff, “What are you playing at? You’re apparently so nice to everyone else so why the hell are you such an ass to me?”

He steps closer, his face hardly two inches from yours, “You annoy the living hell out of me. I’m nice to everyone, but you make it particularly hard to be nice to you. I would be nice if you weren’t so rude to me to start with.”

“What?” you question, slightly taken aback.

“You heard me, now fuck off and keep running little pup.” he smirks before leaving to take his break finally.

You stood there for a few moments processing what just happened. What he had just said to you. You weren’t the first one to be mean to him, he had started it, you don’t know when or what he did. You know he did though. You didn’t get much time to deeply think about it though, this was the last practice before the final match of the school year. You needed to get your head in the game and not let his comment hold you hostage.

You try so hard to not let his comment bother you, you can’t stop thinking about it. Sitting in your literature class the next day you can’t seem to focus on anything but what he had said to you. Were you mean to him to start with? Why would you do that though? He had to have started it all, he just had to have. When your teacher calls out your name you snap back into reality and try to figure out what he had just asked you. Panicked you look around for any classmate to give you a hint. Unfortunately, Jaehyun was the first to make eye contact with you. He chuckles slightly and pushes his hair out of his eyes, making his ears move back with his hair only for them to fall in his face again. You feel desperate for any help though right now, so you nudge the larger hybrid with your elbow. He glares at you but then sighs and starts speaking.

“I’ll answer for her.” he sighs.

You sigh out in relief not processing what he’s saying then either. You don’t process anything that anyone’s saying for a few moments until you hear your name called again.

“Since Jaehyun seems to be a great help to you, you two will be partnering for the final project.” your teacher comments before moving to the next topic.

You turn to the larger dog hybrid and glare through him. He returns a similar look to you but there’s an edge of something else you can’t quite pin. When the class ends you’re still thinking about his comment from the other day, and now also the slight glint of something else in the glare he sent you.

As you quickly walk down the hallway on the way to your next class you feel someone grab your shoulder and attempt to turn you. The moment you see who it is you’re ready to growl at him. You’ve already seen Jaehyun’s face enough today, you do every day having to share a majority of your classes with the insufferable brunette dog. Your ears point straight forward alert to your surroundings.

“What the fuck do you want, dog?” you growl at him.

“Your number.” he deadpans, you’re shocked by his statement, sighing he explains, “Look, he made us partners for the final project. If you want to do it and get a decent grade on it we need to have some sort of communication. I don’t want to talk to you, you don’t want to talk to me. At the end of the day though, we’re classmates, we need to communicate if we want to pass that project.”

“Fine, give me your phone.” you grumble, hating that you agreed with his logic. “We also have summer training the same week for the fall season. I guess I should be able to talk to you and try to come to some sort of agreement regarding the field.”

“Oh, pup,” he chuckles, “we both know you’re too stubborn to give up a day on your precious track.” You don’t respond, you just shove his phone into his chest with an offhanded comment that he needs to text you so you have his number too. Turning on your heel you quickly shuffle away towards your next class before you’re marked late. You can hear his horrible chuckle as you walk away clearly angered by his words.

The whole rest of the day you tap your pencil or fingers on a desk out of annoyance. You dread having to work on a literature project with the person you hate most. During your last class of the day, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You aren’t supposed to have phones out during class but this teacher also doesn’t care much. Reaching into your pocket you check what it is, you suppress another growl seeing the notification.

Unknown Number

|| Hey it’s Jaehyun. Come over to my place after school so we can work on the lit project.

You quickly change the contact name and respond to him.

You

|| Send me your address and I’ll come at like 3 or something.

Dickhead

|| Don’t worry about that, my older friends Doyoung and Taeyong drive. I’ll just tell them I need to take you with us.

You

|| Doyoung as in the bunny hybrid the grade above us and Taeyong as in that senior ragdoll hybrid? The ones who are dating?

Dickhead

|| They aren’t dating but yes those two. They’ll give you a ride with me. I doubt you want to ride the bus home just to walk to my place.

You

|| That’s suspiciously nice of you…

Dickhead

|| Accept it before I change my mind.

You groan and turn to where the Newfie is sitting across the room and nod at him. Though you hate the idea of spending more time than you need to with the other, you knew it had to happen for this last-minute project. You watch how a slightly smug smirk makes his way to his lips as he watches you nod at him. Immediately after he unlocks his phone again, you assume to text those older friends to tell them what’s happening. For the rest of the class, you sit there still very annoyed with the arrangements assigned to you. You knew that if you had presented your scent would be rather sour or bitter, whatever quality was the opposite of it normally. You hardly pay attention to the lesson, it was hardly worth it with the school year coming to a close within the next few weeks. As soon as the bell rings signaling the end of the academic day you get up ready to run out of the room. You would’ve made it out too if it wasn’t for a very broad body stepping in your way. You run face-first into their chest with an ‘oof’ before looking up to see Jaehyun again smirking at you.

“Did you forget I’m taking you home?” he questions lowly.

“No, I was just hoping to avoid you longer.” you huff, “I could’ve probably found you loitering around the school somewhere once everyone cleared out.”

“Yeah, okay pup, let’s go. Doyoung is waiting by the front lobby for us. Taeyong’s already in the car cooling it off.”

“Stop calling me that.” you grit, “I’m not a pup.” “But aren’t you?” he questions, “You’re not exactly very big.” You growl lowly, “I’m a Basenji. I’m not meant to be as fucking huge as you are.”

You speed ahead of him despite not really knowing where you’re going. You vaguely know what Doyoung looks like, he’s a dutch rabbit, he has tall brown-grey ears on top of his head, his hair always remaining a deep inky color. When you see him though you also get grabbed by the Newfie hybrid behind you. You try to jerk your arm out of his grasp but it’s no use. You look up at the taller bunny and try to be amicable but it’s hard when Jaehyun has a death grip on your bicep.

“Jae let her go.” Doyoung sighs, “It’s nice to finally meet you. He talks a lot about you.”

“Huh?” you ask slightly baffled by his words.

“I do not!” Jaehyun fights back, shoving Doyoung slightly, “I only complain about her.”

Doyoung starts slowly walking away, “Whatever helps you sleep at night puppy. Come on, Yongie is waiting for us.” You chuckle slightly and lean toward Jaehyun, “You’re sure they’re not dating?”

“I’m sure. Taeyong is practically attached to his girlfriend at the hip.” he chuckles back.

You continue walking and think for a moment, that was the first positive interaction you’ve had with him. At least the first one as far as you can remember. It felt nice, it almost felt right to be kind and playful with him. The entire walk to the car you watch how Doyoung’s ears twitch in different directions subconsciously listening to all the sounds around him. When Jaehyun starts whining about the heat of late spring, Doyoung decides to chime in as well. It’s quickly evident that neither of them enjoys the heat very much. Jaehyun’s fur is far too thick on his ears and tail which in turn causes more sweat to pool on his legs and face from the extra layer of warmth on his skin. Doyoung just doesn’t enjoy it because he’s freshly presented and hates how he can smell everything around him so clearly and wants nothing to do with it. He also whines about how it being bunny mating season doesn’t help.

By the time you reach the car, you’re laughing and smiling with the two boys. You see a much more petite framed kitty hybrid in the driver’s seat happily soaking in the sun’s rays through the windshield. Doyoung rounds the car and plops himself in the front passenger seat. He quickly greets his kitty friend and they start talking about their days.

“Bag.” Jaehyun states.

“Bag?” you question.

“Give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” he clarifies.

“Oh, um, thanks.” you respond unsurely, “Here, just be careful my laptop is in there.”

“Mhm, I wasn’t planning on throwing it, don’t worry. You can take whatever side you want. I don’t care either way.”

Nodding at him you climb into the seat behind Doyoung and introduce yourself to Taeyong. He has soft grey and white ears on his head. They twitch slightly, though you don’t know what it means you can assume that it’s something good. The bright smile that rests on his lips only solidifies the idea of him being happy right now.

“You know, Jaehyun likes you a lot more than he lets on.” Taeyong comments offhandedly.

“He hates me.” you correct.

“He doesn’t,” Doyoung adds, “he really likes you a lot.”

Before you can ask any more questions Jaehyun climbs into the car and says hi to his oldest friend. Taeyong immediately meets his hello with a warning that he better not shed on the car. In reality, though, Taeyong should be the one worrying about shedding the most, especially with his pale-colored fur. The ride to Jaehyun’s home was actually enjoyable. With the windows down, and the breeze hitting your face you couldn’t have been more comfortable.

You’ve never really minded the heat but both Doyoung and Jaehyun insisted that the windows be put down when there was perfectly functional air conditioning in the car. Taeyong whined about it at first saying he’d rather have the AC on and enjoy the sun coming through the windows. The first few minutes were slightly awkward, especially since you didn’t personally know the older two hybrids in the car.

They didn’t seem to mind your presence though, they seemed to enjoy it. Though your mind did still wander to what they had said to you before Jaehyun joined you in the back seat. What did they mean by him liking you a lot more than he lets on? He treats you like an enemy, there was no way that you could ever think of him liking you, even in the slightest. You stay in your thoughts for the whole drive to Jaehyun’s home. You aren’t broken from your thoughts until you feel someone nudge you. Shaking your thoughts off you look to your left and see Jaehyun with a seemingly content smile resting on his lips.

“Come on. I promise my parents don’t bite.” he jokes lightly before climbing out of the car and grabbing your bags.

Doyoung turns around in his seat and looks at you for a moment, “Don’t let his competitive feistiness cover for what he feels. We’ve known him for years, we know how he is.”

You simply nod and get out of the car, you see how Jaehyun’s tail wags while walking towards his front door. Somehow you find a smile growing on your face watching him. Maybe this won’t be as bad as you assumed it to be. Still, you keep that facade of hatred over your emotions to be safe rather than sorry. You take note of a car sitting in the driveway, a rather nice one at that. Then finally after you finish surveying your surroundings your eyes fall back on Jaehyun, he’s waiting for you. His smile still resting on his face, only wider than before. You walk rather quickly to catch up to him before speaking.

“Why do those two take you home if someone’s here?” “Hmm?” he then notices how you gesture towards the car, “Oh, dad normally isn’t home this early. Normally he stays late at work. Mom doesn’t get home for another hour or two though depending on how traffic is.”

You nod in response, “Also, do you not drive yet?”

He shakes his head, his floppy brown ears swaying back and forth with the motion, “I turned sixteen in February but I still only have my permit. I’ll get my license on my seventeenth birthday.” he pauses for a second, “Actually no, my parents always go out on my birthday, I’ll probably get it the day after or something.”

He gently pushes the door open and steps inside. His home is actually rather comforting, you can smell the mixture of his parents’ scents in the home. Though, his father’s is much stronger, which makes sense considering that he’s home. The first visual thing you take in is the pictures of them all over the walls. Approaching one you notice it’s from his kindergarten graduation. A soft smile creeps up onto your face seeing it. His ears are clearly far too large for his body still, his smile is over-exaggerated and shows off the empty gap where a front tooth should be. His dad, you notice, is a German Sheppard while his mom is a Newfie like him. Moving down the hall you find more pictures like this each one of them you can feel the love and happiness radiating. The one that captures you the longest though is one that was done by a professional photographer. It looks to be around the time of early middle school, maybe sixth grade, his parents are throwing leaves around him and you can practically hear the giggles coming from the young Jaehyun in the picture. It’s something you can’t help but feel comforted by.

“Hey, I need to go talk to my dad for a minute, the kitchen is right through that archway if you want any snacks or a drink.” he offers, his dimples showing when he smiles again.

You nod and watch him disappear up the stairs, you continue to wander through the living room area for a while, amused by looking at all the family pictures. It’s clear that Jae is an only child, it seems that he’s also one of the only younger ones in the extended family too. There was one boy in the pictures you did vaguely recognize but you didn’t think too hard about it. All you noted was that you had definitely seen those spotted ears before somewhere.

“You enjoy looking at all my family photos?” you hear a deeper voice behind you.

You jump slightly and turn around to see Jaehyun descending the stairs, “Just admiring the effort put into decorating around here.” “Mom really prides herself on decorating and making it comfortable in here. She always jokes that it’s her omega urges… kinda grosses me out but I know she does love making it homey and safe here for me.” he laughs lightly, “Dad said it’s cool to work in my room.” “Huh?” you question slightly shocked that he had offered that.

“My computer is up there. We’ll need to do research and stuff, I don’t want to overwork your laptop. I took your bag up when I went to go talk to him, I hope that was okay.”

“Oh, um, yeah, we can do that.”

He hums slightly and turns around to walk back towards the stairs, this time you follow. You can see that his mom does love making this place feel comfortable. Not a single place seemed bland, everything was made to feel safe no matter if it was a space on the wall or if it was a house plant sitting on a small table in the hallway. You chuckle under your breath slightly as you pass by a rather awkward school photo hanging on the wall. It’s clearly from before he hit his growth spurt or started playing soccer. He looks rather scrawny and shy in that picture but still, it’s charming somehow.

“And here’s my room.” he announces rather unceremoniously.

He throws the door open and immediately moves to flop belly first onto his bed. You tentatively step into the room and again take in your surroundings. His bed was pushed against the middle of the far wall, to the left of it you take note of his dresser and closet, and to the right is where his computer is set up. A few energy drink cans sit on the desk there seemingly empty. On the opposing wall, his work desk is set up and a textbook lies open there. You walk toward the desk and notice that it’s a child development textbook, college level.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask taking a seat in his desk chair.

“That seems a little friendly to me but go for it.” he responds, turning his head towards you to show he’s listening.

“You said your parents go out on your birthday every year. Why do they just leave you here, on your birthday of all days? It seems a little cruel.”

“Oh, my birthday is Valentine’s Day, when I was little they would spend it with me, and my grandparents would come too. When I got older though they decided that we can just have an early dinner and then they would go out for their date.” he lets out a sigh, you can tell he isn’t keen on the plan his parents had chosen.

“That’s not right,” he picks his head up and tilts it in confusion, “It’s not. Yeah, you’re born on Valentine’s Day but you’re still their child, you should come before any dates they want to have.”

He chuckles lightly and rolls onto his side, “You know, for hating me, you sure are trying to make me feel better.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” he gestures for you to continue, “I was going to add that I see why you’re so insufferably competitive, your dad’s a German Sheppard but that’s off-topic.”

“Is that it?”

“It makes sense,” you scoff, “anyway let’s work on this project.”

“Do you even know what topic we’re doing?”

You feel your ears move back in slight embarrassment, you had no idea what the project was on. That nauseating smirk grows on his face knowing that you didn’t know what was happening. He moves to sit up crossed legs in the center of his bed, head still tilted as if he’s completely innocent. You have half the mind to walk out of the house and all the way home because of his snarky attitude. He finally does explain what it’s on and though you aren’t thrilled with the topic you both know you need to do it to pass the course.

He gestures for you to come to sit beside him on the bed. Though you hate the idea of sitting within five feet of him you do need to have him look at your laptop when you’re doing initial research. As you begin researching your topic you hardly notice how time passes. You do notice other habits of Jaehyun’s. You’ll never say it out loud but many of the habits you find rather adorable. He has a specific habit of playing with the tips of his puppy ears when he’s frustrated or focused. When you called him out on it he explained that it’s been a habit for years that he couldn’t seem to break. He also chews on his lip when he’s trying to find the right words to say or write down. Again, you’ll never admit how attractive you find it.

By the time you finally look away from your small laptop screen you notice that it’s dark out. You also become aware of your surroundings again, you can now smell that his mom is physically in the house. You also note that it smells like she or his dad is cooking something. You let out a sigh thinking about the fact that you have to walk home, both your parents are working night shifts this week in preparation for their research team fieldwork. Jaehyun’s eyes are on you but for a few moments, you don’t look back at him.

“You okay? You look like you’re thinking about a lot.”

“No, just planning my walk home. My parents aren’t home tonight.”

Just as Jaehyun was about to respond you can hear his mom calling upstairs for him to come down for dinner. From the sound of it, you don’t think that his dad told her that you’re here too. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and asks you to come down to dinner with him. He claimed it would be cruel if he didn’t offer you food with how long you’ve been here. When you reach the kitchen you see a rather beautiful woman with ears just like Jaehyun’s leaned over the stove making sure the last of the food was cooked properly. The brunette canine walks up to her placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hi mom,” he smiles sweetly, “I don’t think dad told you. I have a guest.”

She gasps and immediately turns around and gives you one of the brightest smiles you’ve ever seen, “Oh, your girlfriend?”

You blush hotly, “No, we’re just partners for a project.”

She hums in response.

“I know that hum,” Jaehyun comments grabbing plates out of a cabinet, “What are you not saying?”

“Nothing, just a mother’s instincts.”

Jaehyun doesn’t push further and continues setting the table quietly. You have no idea what to do or where to stand so you just awkwardly stand by the doorway with your hands clasped together in front of you. You swear that Jaehyun’s mom has a sense for your emotions, it would make sense with her being an omega, it’s just foreign to you. With both your parents being betas you never truly got the nurturing effects that kids with omega parents get. She walks towards you and takes your hands in hers. Her smile lines show near her eyes but still hardly give away her age. She doesn’t say anything but guides you over to the fridge.

“What would you like to drink, dear?” she offers gently.

“Oh, just water, I need to stay healthy for the summer training coming up.” you respond.

“You’re an athlete too? Jae why didn’t you say anything?”

He just shrugs and moves the food over to the table. You explain to her what sport you participate in and that you’re actually training the same week as Jaehyun this year. She continues to ask questions about it all and about school. You know she’s probing slightly trying to figure out something but you don’t let it bother you. After all, you’re a random girl in her house hanging out with her only child. Dinner is rather pleasant, his dad does eventually come down. It amused you seeing his mom chastise his dad for being too deep into work and not eating properly. You can see a lot of both of them in Jaehyun. He’s definitely nurturing like his mom, you see how he is towards his teammates. He definitely gets his determination and work ethic from his dad. You’ve only met him this one time but you can tell he’s a very hard-working man.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” his dad starts, “are your parents coming to get you?” “Oh, um-”

“I was going to ask if we could take her back home.” Jaehyun interrupts before shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth.

“I guess I can do that!” his mom responds, “Are you staying much later?”

“We need to do more work on the project.”

“Wow, your voice got so deep all of a sudden.” his mom sarcastically comments.

You giggle lightly, “He is right, we wanted to finish the outline tonight. It won’t be long though, we only have a page left to do.”

You explained after that both your parents were working and they immediately understood. Neither of them wanted you walking home in the dark, especially with you not having your phone on you. You finished the meal not long after and helped Jaehyun wash the dishes though his parents insisted that you didn’t need to do anything. You nearly killed him when he put a handful of bubbles on your ears. He quickly apologized and wiped them off with a dish towel though. He just found it adorable how you acted when you got mad at him.

After cleaning you returned to his room and worked on your project. You didn’t process how tired you were though. You moved so your back was rested against his headboard and pillows making it much more comfortable for you to work. He joined you not long after whining that he couldn’t see what you were working on. You knew you were a little tired but you must’ve overestimated your ability to still work. You feel your head fall to the side onto Jaehyun’s shoulder but you can’t be bothered to move. You aren’t sure when you fell asleep or for how long but when you wake up the first thing you hear is his voice. You don’t bother opening your eyes yet though.

“It’s not anything mom, she was tired and I didn’t want to be rude and wake her up.”

“Jae, you know I know. You two are very much like how dad and I were at your age… just minus the fake hate.” she pokes. “Mom, it’s nothing.” he insists, “I still need to do this last bullet point before we leave anyway.”

Now you decide to start shifting around against his arm. You feel him tense under your movement but doesn’t purposely wake you up. Finally, opening your eyes you look up at him. He looks like he froze at that moment. You just sit up and look at the laptop screen as if nothing happened.

“You got a lot done!” you enthuse, “Thanks for letting me sleep, you could’ve woken me up and sent me home.”

“It’s, um, it’s nothing. I just need to write this last bullet point and then mom said she can take you home.”

You hum a reply back and begin reading everything over. You don’t think about the close distance between you two, maybe it’s exhaustion maybe it’s something else but you don’t address it.

August before Junior Year

The end of the school year came and went, you actually were invited to the graduation ceremony this year. Over the past month, with Taeyong and Doyoung giving you rides to Jaehyun’s home, you had grown rather close and Taeyong wanted you to come to the ceremony. Doyoung cried but he’ll never admit it. You’ll never tell Taeyong how his bunny best friend sobbed and babbled about how his older friend was going to uni and was going to be too busy to hang out.

Summer training started slowly, the week of straight practice starts tomorrow. As of the past month or so it’s only been practices two or three times a week for a few hours. You did, however, notice that Jaehyun has been missing from practices for the past week. Not that you were keeping track. You debated asking that upperclassman Jungwoo if he knew. Jungwoo was co-captain this season and seems to be thriving in that position. You could also text the Newfie hybrid but that seems like it would be crossing a line. Sure you did that massive project together and you went to his house every day through May and the beginning of June but that doesn’t make you friends.

Before your thoughts could run too far from you hear a familiar voice you haven’t heard in a few days. It’s Jaehyun, he smells different though. You notice how his teammates crowd him, Jungwoo tries to diffuse it though, and tells them that he needs to catch the other captain up.

“You seem distracted.” your snowhare friend says while nudging you.

“Hmm? Oh, no it’s just weird how Jaehyun disappears for a week and then comes back as if nothing happened.”

She chuckles, “You notice something I don’t? He seems the same to me, the only difference is that he built a little extra muscle over the summer training sessions.”

“I smell… macadamia nuts.” you say trying to pin where it’s coming from.

She just brushes off your comment as if it’s nothing and lets you know that the other track and field athletes got all the field equipment needed. You nod but are still fixated on trying to find where that foreign scent is coming from. Today was a prep day to make sure you had a starting headcount for people and an inventory of the equipment you have. For the majority of the day, the scent fills your nose, it doesn’t seem to bother anyone else though. It doesn’t help that today the soccer team is using the field to do their inventory and headcount, again without your knowledge. Your eyes keep wandering over to Jaehyun, you can pin why they do but it happens. It’s not until a few of the soccer boys come walking over, Jaehyun among those boys. As they approach the scent gets stronger but again no one else seems to notice besides you. You shake your head trying to brush it off and continue counting the discuses and separating them by weight. Your hare friend snickers beside you and you give her a confused look.

“Don’t look now but it looks like your mortal enemy is walking this way.” she comments, then turns back to separate the standard javelins from the lightweight ones.

You groan but do notice that they have a trajectory that leads directly to you. Instead of addressing it, you choose to go about your business and continue doing inventory. Still the closer they draw the stronger the nutty scent becomes. You nearly lose count of the discuses as the scent grows impossibly stronger. Then a shadow covers you. Looking up from your seat on the track you see Jaehyun towering over you.

“It’s you!” you exclaim.

“Huh?” the Newfie replies, “I was going to come over here and see if you guys need or wanted help, we’re done doing everything we need to do here.”

You don’t respond, you just stare at the larger dog hybrid for a few moments silently.

“Hello, pup, you there?” he teases.

“It’s you, you’re the one who smells like macadamia nuts.”

“That would be my scent, yes.”

“Learn how to use a scent blocker when you’re around me.” you hiss.

“I, um, hate to break it to you, but I can hardly smell him.” You glare at her slightly, “You can’t smell that pungent nut smell? Whatever, no we don’t want your help.”

“You were so nice to me a few weeks ago, what happened?” he questioned, he almost sounded hurt.

“It’s training season.”

He turns around and leaves, you finish up the rest of the inventory rather quickly after and send everyone home. Your friend drives you home and you start to feel a little feverish, you blame it on the summer heat. You couldn’t get sick right now with a week of training laying right ahead of you. The moment you arrive at your home she yells that she’ll pick you up at eight tomorrow morning to ensure that you would be on time.

You hardly touch your food that night at dinner, starting to feel more feverish as the night went on. Still, you prep everything you need for the next day to avoid any rushing first thing in the morning. Laying in bed that night you toss and turn the entire time. Jaehyun’s scent is still in the forefront of your mind. The heat coursing through your body was becoming unbearable. Then it hits you, you’re presenting.

“Are you ready?” your friend asks through the phone at just past 7:30.

“I don’t think I can come to practice.” you admit.

“What I’m coming over, you’re talking nonsense.”

You don’t know how long it takes her to get to your house, your sense of time and reality is warped. When you look towards your door and see it opening though you see her long ears peeking in. She stumbles back for a second.

“Well, you presented.” she says still trying to adjust to the strong scent of vanilla.

“Yeah,” you whine, “I’m not in any condition to practice.”

“I’ll cover the captain duties this week, and I’ll email you the practice schedule so you have it for when this is all done.”

You simply groan, nod, and roll back over hoping the pain and fever would subside soon. The only things you could focus on were the pain you were feeling and the thought of Jaehyun’s scent. You couldn’t figure out why you were so enticed by his scent. You were starting to think that he triggered your presentation with his. You don’t know if he’s officially a beta or an alpha but what you do know is that you want to be completely surrounded by his scent more than anything right now.

You had presented as an omega, the only reason that shocked you was because you have two beta parents. You had expected to be a beta too. Your scent was near enough to a beta that you could pass for one, at least until your curves set in more. You had looked letter for letter at the routines and practice you missed because of that week of pain. You knew you had a lot of catching up to do and it wasn’t going to be fun.

You had decided to get to the track early to get a few laps in before the actual practice started. To your dismay though, Jaehyun was there too. He was practicing penalty kicks, you knew he needed to work on those. He’s never been the best at them. When his scent hits your nostrils you feel like you might collapse. You blame it on being newly presented and being overly sensitive to scents around you. He sees you, smiles, and waves before going back to what he was doing. You don’t know how to reciprocate the sentiment without seeming weird or different. As you walk toward a bench to put your bag down you receive a text

Dickhead

|| You okay? You missed the entire camp last week…

You

|| Yeah, just got sick.

Dickhead

|| I don’t think you were sick… you presented. I can smell your vanilla.

You try to control your reaction to his message, it almost felt lewd in a way seeing him say that. You still can’t keep your scent from changing with every mood you had, your mom said that would come with time. Right now it was nightmarish though, everyone knew exactly how you were feeling just by being near your scent. Now, you knew Jaehyun could smell your slight embarrassment. He smiles again, and you watch him walk toward you. His curly brown ears bounced with each step. Subconsciously your tail starts wagging, you don’t know why. What was there to be so happy about? The knowledge that Jaehyun knew what you were going through last week? His smile stays plastered on his face even when he’s standing toe to toe with you. Looking up at him you don’t know where to focus. Then a sudden rush of calm runs through you. You knew Jaehyun just released pheromones, you don’t care though, they made you calm again.

“I never said vanilla was a bad thing.”

“Huh?”

“I like it.”

“And I like the macadamia nuts, it’s very nice.” you gasp and cover your mouth realizing what you just said.

Jaehyun smiles brightly at you, taking your chin in his hand, “I think we both know what’s happening.”

“I’m just overwhelmed with scents right now, I feel like I can smell everyone within a ten-mile radius.”

He sighs and pulls you into a hug, you’re completely surrounded by his scent, “We’re mates.”

“We’re what?” you ask muffled into his collarbone, “How do you know?”

“I knew before we presented. Also, not to be cocky but I’m pretty sure I triggered your presentation. My mom works for a medical team as their hybrid specialist. When you didn’t show up last Monday and then your friend mentioned you wouldn’t be here all week I asked her.”

“What exactly?” you ask again, with no intentions of leaving his embrace.

“I asked if mates could trigger each other’s cycles or presentations. She said yes but it’s only with really strongly bonded mates, regardless of what their relationship is at the time.”

You don’t say anything for a while, you just stand there in the heat of summer hugging him. In your mind, it’s not an option to break the hug. You’re so sensitive to everything still and Jaehyun’s scent is keeping all of that away right now. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up to touch your ears. The last time he tried this you nearly bit his hand off, now, you melt into the touch and let him pet you. The sweet moment doesn’t last though, internally you blare with an alarm and break out of his hold. You jump back and cross your arms over your body.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” his voice filled with panic, his long tail curled between his legs.

“How do I know you’re not just messing with me?”

“Why would I mess with you about something as serious as being mates?”

“I still don’t like you Jaehyun, I need to go warm up. Goodbye.”

And with that, you walked to the opposite end of the benches and started stretching. The moment that everyone else arrived you started running as if your life depended on it. For the first time since your freshman year, you surpassed your snowhare friend and leave her in the dust. She tried for at least an hour to get it out of you. You just played it off as the leftovers of presenting. Your nose was still filled with an overload of scents, you could smell your friend’s gingerbread scent, it was nice but you just wanted to not smell anything at all right now.

Still, Jaehyun’s lovely macadamia nut scent flooded your senses. You’re so distracted with your thoughts you don’t process anything around you. The only thing you could focus on, other than Jaehyun, was the flurry of thoughts; what Jaehyun had just suggested to you, what both Doyoung and Taeyong had said to you the first day you met them, the implications that his mom had implied later that same night, the way you still find comfort in the memory of falling asleep on Jaehyun’s shoulder. All of it, it was too much.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, you had a vague knowledge that the soccer team was doing drills on the field the track surrounded. They were getting the new recruits ready for the fall season. You’re on the brink of tears while running when a soccer ball comes flying toward you. You don’t have the time to avoid it. It hits you directly in the head causing you to tumble forward onto the asphalt. Your knees and hands are all scraped up and bleeding. The only thing you want right now is Jaehyun. You hate him, but you know he can comfort you. You sit there on the track for a moment just staring down at your hands and knees. A moment later you’re lifted and in someone’s lap. It’s Jaehyun’s you don’t need to look at him to know it. The gentle pheromones he’s letting out lull you into a state of calm again rather than panic.

Without thinking you reach up one of your injured hands and start playing with one of his fluffy brown ears. He hums slightly and lets you, if it gives you comfort that’s all he cares about right now. “You’re okay, pup. I got you.” he says in a soothing tone, “Let’s take you to the infirmary and get cleaned up.”

You just nod against his chest and let him hold you like that. You’re vulnerable, you had always been known to hate Jaehyun and now here you are being held by him like a child. Even when he stands to let his coach and yours know that he would take you to get cleaned and bandaged, you try to communicate that you can walk and he is having none of that. He insists that he can carry you and you shouldn’t have to walk while injured.

The walk there is quiet. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you with questions and conversation when you’re not completely present. You don’t say a word because you’re still far too lost in your mind. You arrive at the infirmary and still, you don’t say a word. He gathers the material to clean out your wounds, silently. He takes your hands in his and cleans them thoroughly before putting large bandaids on each heel of your hand. Finally, against his better judgment, he knew he needed to ask you at least this one thing.

“Why don’t you like me?”

“Hmm, I don’t like you because you don’t like me.” you say in a soft tone.

He hums in acknowledgment as he presses an alcohol-soaked cotton ball to your knee, and you hiss at the feeling. “I never said I didn’t like you. When we were in middle school I might’ve taken my teasing too far and made you think that though. If I’m being honest, I really like you. I kept up this back and forth with you for so long because I didn’t know how to approach you without getting my head bit off.” he confesses

Hearing that made you come back to the present moment fully, “Jae,”

“Yeah, pup?” he asks, looking up at you from where he sat on the floor.

You don’t say anything else, you lean down and press your lips against his. You hold his face with your bandaged hands hoping to hold him in the kiss longer. He smiles against your lips and kisses you back softly. Though you want to keep kissing him longer he pulls away. Tilting your head you ask a silent question. He chuckles when he notices how your one ear flops to the side with your movement.

“I would absolutely love to kiss you again, but I am trying to clean out your cuts. I don’t want you hurting more than you need to.”

“Fine,” you playfully sigh, “only if you promise to kiss the cuts better later. They were your fault.”

“How were they my fault?” he asks with an exaggerated sigh, “You know I will though.”

“You’re distracting, and it was your teammate that kicked that ball.”

He huffs slightly, his tail smacking the floor for extra effect, “Keyword: teammate. It wasn’t me that kicked that ball, not my fault.”

You smile, down at him as he tediously removes and pebbles that got stuck in your skin and dab it clean with the alcohol cotton balls. Your hands still throb slightly trying to recuperate from the shock of falling. You don’t mind though and reach your hands into his hair tussling the wavy hair and scratching the base of his ears. His tail immediately reacts and starts wagging.

“Thank you.” he says, lip caught between his teeth in focus.

“For petting you?”

“For loving me back.”

“If you just spoke up sooner we could’ve been dating for a long time now.” you tease.

“It’s not my fault you’re fucking scary.”

You gasp in fake shock and he beams at you again as he discards the trash. He immediately returns and scoops you up into his arms hugging you tight to his body. Your tail wags violently behind you, the curled bit hitting against your lower back. You can feel the happiness radiating off of him as he hugs you. You hope he can feel the same coming from you. As he places you back down on the ground he places a wet kiss on your cheek. You make a noise of disgust wiping his saliva off your face and onto his t-shirt.

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, pup.” he giggles, placing a soft peck on your lips.

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