The Other Alpha (1/?)
Title: The Other Alpha
Rating: G for this chapter
Author: angelye and Amiciperpetuum
Characters: Luhan, Kris, Lay, Chen other EXO members
Pairings: Krishan, Laychen, Seho
Summary: Kris is an alpha reluctant to claim what is his. Jongdae is an outcast lost in his very own mind's chaos. Joonmyun is a leader with a past that hangs like a knife above his head.
CHAPTER 1: Friend Or Foe
He breathed with difficulty as every intake of air was accompanied by a searing pain on his chest and the back of his head. He tried to focus his eyes on the bright sky above him where he could see large birds of prey swoop down to the nearby sea for their meals. He'd been in the same position for what seemed like an eternity. He knew he had some broken bones in his body and probably some fractured ribs too if the pain in his chest and the unmistakable taste of blood in his mouth were any indication. He had fallen from the top of the ravine last night while they were running. Judging from the angle of the shadows of the trees nearby he'd say it was already past noon. Where were his brothers? Why had no one come for him? He felt a lump in his throat and swallowed with difficulty to stop himself from crying. Now was most definitely not the time to remember the past, his bitter, heart-breaking past.
There were some hushed voices approaching. He tensed from where he laid as he couldn't recognize the pair of voices. He'd never heard of them before, one was smooth and melodious, like that of a singing bird while the other was sweet and gentle although both voices sounded like they were males. His vision started spinning. It might be from the loss of blood or from dehydration or from something else he wasn't sure. He closed his eyes and hoped that whoever was approaching him were not going to do anything to harm him because he was clearly in no state to fight much less defend himself. He also knew that he was already around the enemy's boundary. He was never really one for fighting anyway. He had been brought up to the mindset of settling disputes and differences in non-aggressive ways. But he realized that even if he had not been injured he wouldn't have stood a chance if faced with two opponents. He was on the short end of the spectrum if the height difference between him and his younger brother was any indication. He was slender too, scrawny even. Since his mother's death when he was seven, he had never really cared about himself nor his state of physical wellness.
Why he always ended up in such dire predicaments he'd never know.
He might never ever get to know after this. He really really wanted to cry, to let out all those frustrations and pent up anger in himself that he had kept all these years. Maybe the strangers will be merciful and end his suffering quickly. Quick instant death. He'd prefer that today. Or maybe they'll just leave him be to wait for his demise.
His vision spun again causing him to gasp. He could smell them clearly now. The soft breeze carried their scents towards him.
Omegas
One of them smelled of summer and sea breeze; warm, balmy, and calming. The other smelled of flowers and early spring; sweet, heady, enticing, intoxicating. The scent of them together made him dizzy. Or maybe it was just the loss of blood from his body that made him feel like the ground he laid upon was spinning.
The realization of who, or rather, what was approaching him didn't comfort him in the least. Omegas could be harsh and downright vicious.
He was doomed, he was sure of it now.
He tried moving his arms and body but it proved to be an exercise in futility. He had to leave! But his body refused to listen to move as though he had been paralyzed.
As the voices grew louder and the scent got stronger, he knew they were now aware of his presence there on the ground. They were approaching him. He could hear them talking about him now. And soon enough they were standing beside him. Just as a face went in front of his own, his vision blackened as he succumbed to unconsciousness.
He felt small arms hold his torso as he tried to reach out for something that was slowly slipping away. He felt the hot tears flowing down his face but couldn't quite remember why he was crying. The sound of his own voice seemed harsh to his ears. It's loud and deafening and just seemed off for some reason. Then as anger overtakes his emotion, he abruptly stopped crying and started cursing. Profanities spewed from his mouth were unfamiliar and alien sounding. It was dark and despite his boiling anger he felt the chill of a sudden gust of wind. Why was it so cold? He was about to question the person beside him who still had an arm around his torso when said arm tightened into a vice like grip that squeezed the air out of him.
He gasped and tried to push the arm away but his hand felt numb and unmoving while the tightness just got more vicious and oppressive. He started feeling dizzy and disoriented but suddenly remembered that there was something he needed to reach out for before it left him completely. He tried to tell whoever it was holding him to let go. He tried calling out to anyone who might be able to hear him. But just like his arm, his voice failed him. Nothing came out from his mouth. No sound escaped from his lips. Nothing. There was only the suffocating silence in that blackness that engulfed him from all sides. He couldn't even distinguish up from down or if he stood on solid ground. Nothing. He started panicking then. His breathes coming in hard pants and his tears flowed in earnest. He started choking and gasping.
His eyes fluttered open. That dream. It always came to him whenever he felt vulnerable. It was always the same. And it never once failed to remind him of that part in his past that he wishes he had not seen happen.
He tried shaking his head to shake off the images from his mind until the sudden jolt of pain reminded him of hs current state. He hissed at the pain the abrupt movement has caused him only to be stilled by the unfamiliar surrounding.
So he was still alive.
He looked around his surroundings as much as his limited view of the room allowed. He must be in some clinic judging from the white walls and ceiling and the unmistakable smell of disinfectant. He tried to check on his body and his injuries without moving from where he was laying. It seemed that the strangers who found him must have brought him to a hospital or clinic to get him patched up. He could feel the bandages around his head and chest. The pain in his chest was now a dull ache compared to earlier. Earlier. He snorted. He didn't even know when earlier was.
He heard what sounded like an argument coming from just outside the window a few steps away from the foot of the bed. It was the voice he heard before he passed out. The melodious one. He sounded agitated though as if he had been frustrated over something.
"Yifan! You don't even know him!" The melodious voice groaned out at the other man. Somehow he found himself wanting to hear that voice more. It was pleasant to his ears, like the humming of a bird or the sway of tree branches when the wind blew.
"I know he's from the enemy pack, Luhan. And I don't need to know more than that to tell you that he is not welcome here." The other man, Yifan, spoke back in a low voice, not much different from a growl, his voice sounding just as frustrated as that of Luhan. Strange names, he thought to himself, as though they weren't locals. They probably weren't although he couldn't quite conclude because he didn't hear an accent that would give them away.
"Don't be so quick to judge! For all we know he might be an outcast." He did not miss how the last words were spoken with a hint of pain. He caught himself wondering if Luhan had been once an outcast too. What he didn't expect however was the sudden shift in attitude that the other man, Yifan, took on after Luhan's outburst.
"Lu," There was an audible sigh before Yifan continued. "Fine. I'll let him stay. But only for a while. And I'll have Zitao on his tail. If he does anything to endanger the pack...." Yifan trailed off and gave a muffled grunt.
"Don't worry. Yixing and I will keep an eye on him. It's not like he can do anything anyway. You've seen the state he's in." All Yifan gave as a reply was a distracted hum as though his mind has been preoccupied with something else other than the conversation at hand.
He wondered who Zitao and Yixing were. From the way the overheard conversation went down, it seemed that Yifan was of some authority and Luhan was someone that held great sway over him. He didn't have time to think more of the unintentionally overheard conversation when there was a creaking sound to his right. He shifted his gaze to the door and saw a slim figure come in balancing a tray with both hands while closing the door with his foot. He picked up the familiar scent of the guy and remembered smelling it. Sea breeze and summer.
The slender man walked towards his bed and laid down the tray onto the small bedside table. He had dark brown hair that had been brushed to the side and fringe that covered almost half of his face. His face broke out in a smile as he realized the patient he had come to visit was already awake.
"Hello." A smile was directed at him showing deep dimples and a set of white teeth. He didn't answer and just kept looking at the man who he realized had that it was the sweet gentle voice he heard from before. The stranger's smile didn't falter from the lack of response from him.
"My name is Yixing. It's good that you are awake now, you've been out since yesterday. You should eat so you can heal faster. I made some congee for you. I'll help you eat so you don't have to worry." He tried to move but winced from the effort so Yixing held him up and propped some pillows against the headboard for him to be a bit comfortable. Yixing smiled at him once again as his stomach made an embarrassing sound.
He didn't even register that he was hungry until now. Yixing opened a packed lunch box with steaming hot congee and mixed it with a spoon to cool it down a bit. He eyed the steaming food and felt strangely grateful to people he doesn't even know for the first time in his life. It was overwhelming. No one cared about him before except for his mother and father. And maybe a little from his younger brother. Strangers usually just shunned him leaving him with just a handful of friends. He swallowed a lump in his throat before meeting Yixing's gaze who blinked at him before chuckling lowly.
"I'm so sorry. Are you thirsty? It escaped my mind that you might be." He nodded slowly as an answer and waited for the other to open a bottle of water and slip a straw in and help him drink. He drank his fill and let out a sigh as the cold water relieved the dryness of his throat. He gave Yixing a small smile which earned him another dimpled smile from the other.
"J.."He cleared his throat before trying to speak again. "Jongdae. My name is Kim Jongdae."
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Rating: G for this chapter
Author: angelye and Amiciperpetuum
Characters: Luhan, Kris, Lay, Chen other EXO members
Pairings: Krishan, Laychen, Seho
Summary: Kris is an alpha reluctant to claim what is his. Jongdae is an outcast lost in his very own mind's chaos. Joonmyun is a leader with a past that hangs like a knife above his head.
CHAPTER 1: Friend Or Foe
He breathed with difficulty as every intake of air was accompanied by a searing pain on his chest and the back of his head. He tried to focus his eyes on the bright sky above him where he could see large birds of prey swoop down to the nearby sea for their meals. He'd been in the same position for what seemed like an eternity. He knew he had some broken bones in his body and probably some fractured ribs too if the pain in his chest and the unmistakable taste of blood in his mouth were any indication. He had fallen from the top of the ravine last night while they were running. Judging from the angle of the shadows of the trees nearby he'd say it was already past noon. Where were his brothers? Why had no one come for him? He felt a lump in his throat and swallowed with difficulty to stop himself from crying. Now was most definitely not the time to remember the past, his bitter, heart-breaking past.
There were some hushed voices approaching. He tensed from where he laid as he couldn't recognize the pair of voices. He'd never heard of them before, one was smooth and melodious, like that of a singing bird while the other was sweet and gentle although both voices sounded like they were males. His vision started spinning. It might be from the loss of blood or from dehydration or from something else he wasn't sure. He closed his eyes and hoped that whoever was approaching him were not going to do anything to harm him because he was clearly in no state to fight much less defend himself. He also knew that he was already around the enemy's boundary. He was never really one for fighting anyway. He had been brought up to the mindset of settling disputes and differences in non-aggressive ways. But he realized that even if he had not been injured he wouldn't have stood a chance if faced with two opponents. He was on the short end of the spectrum if the height difference between him and his younger brother was any indication. He was slender too, scrawny even. Since his mother's death when he was seven, he had never really cared about himself nor his state of physical wellness.
Why he always ended up in such dire predicaments he'd never know.
He might never ever get to know after this. He really really wanted to cry, to let out all those frustrations and pent up anger in himself that he had kept all these years. Maybe the strangers will be merciful and end his suffering quickly. Quick instant death. He'd prefer that today. Or maybe they'll just leave him be to wait for his demise.
His vision spun again causing him to gasp. He could smell them clearly now. The soft breeze carried their scents towards him.
Omegas
One of them smelled of summer and sea breeze; warm, balmy, and calming. The other smelled of flowers and early spring; sweet, heady, enticing, intoxicating. The scent of them together made him dizzy. Or maybe it was just the loss of blood from his body that made him feel like the ground he laid upon was spinning.
The realization of who, or rather, what was approaching him didn't comfort him in the least. Omegas could be harsh and downright vicious.
He was doomed, he was sure of it now.
He tried moving his arms and body but it proved to be an exercise in futility. He had to leave! But his body refused to listen to move as though he had been paralyzed.
As the voices grew louder and the scent got stronger, he knew they were now aware of his presence there on the ground. They were approaching him. He could hear them talking about him now. And soon enough they were standing beside him. Just as a face went in front of his own, his vision blackened as he succumbed to unconsciousness.
He felt small arms hold his torso as he tried to reach out for something that was slowly slipping away. He felt the hot tears flowing down his face but couldn't quite remember why he was crying. The sound of his own voice seemed harsh to his ears. It's loud and deafening and just seemed off for some reason. Then as anger overtakes his emotion, he abruptly stopped crying and started cursing. Profanities spewed from his mouth were unfamiliar and alien sounding. It was dark and despite his boiling anger he felt the chill of a sudden gust of wind. Why was it so cold? He was about to question the person beside him who still had an arm around his torso when said arm tightened into a vice like grip that squeezed the air out of him.
He gasped and tried to push the arm away but his hand felt numb and unmoving while the tightness just got more vicious and oppressive. He started feeling dizzy and disoriented but suddenly remembered that there was something he needed to reach out for before it left him completely. He tried to tell whoever it was holding him to let go. He tried calling out to anyone who might be able to hear him. But just like his arm, his voice failed him. Nothing came out from his mouth. No sound escaped from his lips. Nothing. There was only the suffocating silence in that blackness that engulfed him from all sides. He couldn't even distinguish up from down or if he stood on solid ground. Nothing. He started panicking then. His breathes coming in hard pants and his tears flowed in earnest. He started choking and gasping.
His eyes fluttered open. That dream. It always came to him whenever he felt vulnerable. It was always the same. And it never once failed to remind him of that part in his past that he wishes he had not seen happen.
He tried shaking his head to shake off the images from his mind until the sudden jolt of pain reminded him of hs current state. He hissed at the pain the abrupt movement has caused him only to be stilled by the unfamiliar surrounding.
So he was still alive.
He looked around his surroundings as much as his limited view of the room allowed. He must be in some clinic judging from the white walls and ceiling and the unmistakable smell of disinfectant. He tried to check on his body and his injuries without moving from where he was laying. It seemed that the strangers who found him must have brought him to a hospital or clinic to get him patched up. He could feel the bandages around his head and chest. The pain in his chest was now a dull ache compared to earlier. Earlier. He snorted. He didn't even know when earlier was.
He heard what sounded like an argument coming from just outside the window a few steps away from the foot of the bed. It was the voice he heard before he passed out. The melodious one. He sounded agitated though as if he had been frustrated over something.
"Yifan! You don't even know him!" The melodious voice groaned out at the other man. Somehow he found himself wanting to hear that voice more. It was pleasant to his ears, like the humming of a bird or the sway of tree branches when the wind blew.
"I know he's from the enemy pack, Luhan. And I don't need to know more than that to tell you that he is not welcome here." The other man, Yifan, spoke back in a low voice, not much different from a growl, his voice sounding just as frustrated as that of Luhan. Strange names, he thought to himself, as though they weren't locals. They probably weren't although he couldn't quite conclude because he didn't hear an accent that would give them away.
"Don't be so quick to judge! For all we know he might be an outcast." He did not miss how the last words were spoken with a hint of pain. He caught himself wondering if Luhan had been once an outcast too. What he didn't expect however was the sudden shift in attitude that the other man, Yifan, took on after Luhan's outburst.
"Lu," There was an audible sigh before Yifan continued. "Fine. I'll let him stay. But only for a while. And I'll have Zitao on his tail. If he does anything to endanger the pack...." Yifan trailed off and gave a muffled grunt.
"Don't worry. Yixing and I will keep an eye on him. It's not like he can do anything anyway. You've seen the state he's in." All Yifan gave as a reply was a distracted hum as though his mind has been preoccupied with something else other than the conversation at hand.
He wondered who Zitao and Yixing were. From the way the overheard conversation went down, it seemed that Yifan was of some authority and Luhan was someone that held great sway over him. He didn't have time to think more of the unintentionally overheard conversation when there was a creaking sound to his right. He shifted his gaze to the door and saw a slim figure come in balancing a tray with both hands while closing the door with his foot. He picked up the familiar scent of the guy and remembered smelling it. Sea breeze and summer.
The slender man walked towards his bed and laid down the tray onto the small bedside table. He had dark brown hair that had been brushed to the side and fringe that covered almost half of his face. His face broke out in a smile as he realized the patient he had come to visit was already awake.
"Hello." A smile was directed at him showing deep dimples and a set of white teeth. He didn't answer and just kept looking at the man who he realized had that it was the sweet gentle voice he heard from before. The stranger's smile didn't falter from the lack of response from him.
"My name is Yixing. It's good that you are awake now, you've been out since yesterday. You should eat so you can heal faster. I made some congee for you. I'll help you eat so you don't have to worry." He tried to move but winced from the effort so Yixing held him up and propped some pillows against the headboard for him to be a bit comfortable. Yixing smiled at him once again as his stomach made an embarrassing sound.
He didn't even register that he was hungry until now. Yixing opened a packed lunch box with steaming hot congee and mixed it with a spoon to cool it down a bit. He eyed the steaming food and felt strangely grateful to people he doesn't even know for the first time in his life. It was overwhelming. No one cared about him before except for his mother and father. And maybe a little from his younger brother. Strangers usually just shunned him leaving him with just a handful of friends. He swallowed a lump in his throat before meeting Yixing's gaze who blinked at him before chuckling lowly.
"I'm so sorry. Are you thirsty? It escaped my mind that you might be." He nodded slowly as an answer and waited for the other to open a bottle of water and slip a straw in and help him drink. He drank his fill and let out a sigh as the cold water relieved the dryness of his throat. He gave Yixing a small smile which earned him another dimpled smile from the other.
"J.."He cleared his throat before trying to speak again. "Jongdae. My name is Kim Jongdae."
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