𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 ⁹ᵗʰ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ

Chapter 11

슼망진창 야구단 (𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙎𝙆𝙕 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙢) #2

Amidst the verdant expanse where laughter and camaraderie danced on the air, you found yourself at the heart of a spirited baseball game. Friends, joyfully contentious, weaved their tales of play beneath the radiant sun, as if a portrait of youthful exuberance itself. The spot chosen for this contest of skill and passion was, without a doubt, a place where memories were made.

But the ardor of your efforts had sapped your vitality, drained you to your very core. You had poured your essence into the game, with every sinew and every ounce of determination. A good point score was your reward, yet fatigue clung to your being like a heavy cloak.

And then, like a gentle zephyr carrying salvation, Felix strode toward you. His presence, magnetic and commanding, compelled your attention. In his tender gaze, he beheld the exhaustion etched upon your visage and, with the care of a guardian, he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The gentlest of caresses.

His lips graced your cheek, a chaste kiss that ignited the core of your very soul. In that moment, your inner wolf, a creature of instinct and yearning, sang with joy at being scented by the Alpha, or perhaps one of the Alpha's chosen few. It purred in the depths of your being, a languid, contented rumble.

Felix's scent, rich and enticing, wove an enchanting tapestry around you, cocooning you in his allure. The world around you blurred, replaced by the symphony of your intertwined desires. The game, the cheers, the joyous uproar, all faded into the background as your attention was consumed by this electrifying connection.

Both of you were perspiration-dappled, glistening in the sun's warm embrace, and sticky from the exertion of the game. Yet, this state of disarray only deepened the intensity of the moment, fanning the flames of attraction. The sensory overload of his presence, scent, and touch left you utterly spellbound.

Your cheeks flushed a deep, rosy hue as you reveled in the sounds of delight that resonated within your very core. It was a moment suspended in time, a connection that transcended the mundane, an alchemy of emotion and sensation that painted the world in hues of intoxicating desire.

In that fleeting instant, you were transported to a realm where the world outside ceased to matter, and you and Felix were the sole inhabitants, enveloped in the sultry, sensual aura of your bond. It was a moment of raw, unbridled passion and connection, where the world melted away, and all that remained was the magnetism of two souls entwined in a symphony of scent, touch, and longing.

"Would you like to go home after this?" Felix's voice, warm and tender, reached your ears after a prolonged interlude of scenting. His brown eyes, deep as the forest, bore into your soul as he patiently awaited your response.

You considered his question, caught in the liminal space between the world of the game and the realm of your desires. Your gaze wandered briefly to the other boys, quenching their thirst with cool draughts of water, only to be abruptly interrupted by Hyunjin. With the audacity of a rogue, he swooped in, capturing your lips in a kiss that caused a delightful, involuntary squeal to escape your lips.

Jisung, indignant and protective, couldn't contain his shock and directed a fierce glare at Hyunjin, the tall, enigmatic figure with a mop of black hair. Hyunjin, unabashed and confident, offered your group a sly smile. "Well, she deserves kisses, don't you think? And I don't care; she's one of our group now, and I love her."

In your heart, you knew something was amiss. Ever since Hyunjin had asked you to be his mate, he had been behaving strangely, and it had been a secret that weighed heavily on your pack's unity. The others were oblivious to this hidden aspect of your relationships, and the discord threatened to fray the bonds that held your pack together.

You could no longer bear the bickering, the unspoken tensions that gnawed at your pack's cohesion. "Enough, both of you," you growled, a note of frustration lacing your voice. "I love you all equally, and if Hyunjin kisses me, what does it matter? There are no cameras here." You swept your hand through the empty hall, which, just hours ago, had been a stage for the prying lenses of a camera crew, now long departed, leaving behind the hollow echoes of their presence.

As the tension in the air threatened to escalate, Chan, the voice of reason, stepped forward. He wrapped an arm around Jisung's shoulders, trying to quell the storm that had been brewing. "Y/n is right," he declared, his tone soothing. "Calm down a bit, Squirrel. I'm sure they know what they're doing, and if they're dating, we should be happy for them."

Jisung, although still sullen, couldn't help but heed Chan's wisdom. He snorted in reluctant agreement and cast one last, lingering glare at Hyunjin before walking away, Seungmin and I.N following in his footsteps. Chan sighed, shaking his head, while Changbin, his muscles taut beneath his shirt, approached you.

"What's up with them?" Changbin inquired softly, concern etched on his features. You, leaning back against Felix, exchanged a glance with your mate, and then replied, "I don't know."

In this world you inhabited, the dynamics of your relationships were far from conventional. You were navigating a delicate balance, maintaining a secret that, if exposed, could ignite a firestorm of judgment and criticism from the world outside. If STAYs, your devoted fans, ever discovered that you had shared kisses with your fellow members, they might react with shock and disappointment. They might even label you with unkind words.

But in the depths of your heart, you knew that love often defied the boundaries and rules society imposed. As long as this intimate connection remained a hidden gem, known only to your closest confidantes, you were determined to embrace it, for it was a testament to the genuine bonds you shared. In a world where expectations often reigned supreme, you dared to let love guide you, even if it meant defying the norms.