Equally Obssesed
1373 Words
Tae rushed up the stairs because he know jeon is there. The wind was cold on the terrace, but Jeon stood there barefoot, arms crossed, staring at the stars like he was ready to fight the sky.
“Yah, bunny—what are you doing up here?” Tae asked, breathless.
Jeon didn’t even look at him. “F*ck off. I don’t wanna talk to anyone. Especially you.”
Tae frowned. “What did I do?”
“Just go,” Jeon snapped.
Tae didn’t move. Instead, he sat beside him, legs crossed. “Seriously?”
Jeon stayed quiet for a long moment before saying, “Go pack your bags. Go back to your fancy pack house—your real home. Where your parents are. You don’t need to stay here anymore.”
Tae stared at him, stunned. “What the hell is wrong with you? Stop talking like a lunatic.”
“I’m not. I’m finally making sense. I’m a psycho, remember? Obsessed with you. Ruining your life. So go. Go live your happy life with your mate.”
Tae’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t mind what she said—”
“I will mind it. Because she’s right.” Jeon stood, fists clenched. “Go. F*ck off with your mate.”
Tae smirked, leaning closer. “Are you… jealous?”
Jeon looked at him like he’d grown two heads. “Gross. Why would I be? I’ll have a mate too. Then pups, we’ll live separately, and enjoy ourselves—”
Tae’s smile faded. “What if I said… I don’t want my mate? Nor do I want you to have yours. What if I just want to spend my whole life troubling you?”
Jeon scoffed and stood again. “Sorry, not interested. Your family already hates me. They’ll say I ruined their perfect heir’s life.”
Tae grabbed his hand. “I’m serious.”
Jeon pulled away gently. “And I’m sleepy.”
He walked away.
Tae sat alone, pressing his palms to his face, a frustrated groan tearing from his throat. He was serious—dead serious. He didn’t want a mate. Because if he got one… he’d have to leave Jeon.
And nothing would ever be the same.
Tae’s mind drifted back to his childhood—the part he rarely allowed himself to revisit.
He had always been different.
Too powerful. Too wild. Too much.
His wolf refused to listen. The pressure of being a trueblood—the future heir—rested on his tiny shoulders. But no one taught him how to carry it. No one tried to understand the storm inside him.
He couldn't play with others. Other children were afraid of him.
One outburst—just one moment where his wolf slipped—and everyone treated him like a monster.
Even his father.
“You must control your wolf,” his father had yelled once, cold and distant. “You’re the heir. You have no excuse to be weak.”
He wasn’t weak. He was just alone.
Until he met Jeonghan.
Another trueblood. Same age. Same stormy eyes.
But colder. Quieter. Fiercer.
Jeon had no family. No friends. No one who wanted him around.
For the first time, Tae felt seen.
They didn’t talk much at first. Jeon barely acknowledged him. But slowly, something shifted. They trained together. Sat together in silence. Protected each other. They understood each other in ways no one else ever could.
Jeon became his anchor.
Tae started smiling more. Laughing, even. His wolf was calmer. The pressure of being the heir didn't feel suffocating anymore—because Jeon was there to share it.
Even when Tae’s family warned him. Stay away from him. He’s trouble.
They never told him why.
But Tae didn’t care. He kept meeting Jeon. In secret. Always.
There was this one winter…
Tae had run away from the pack house after getting yelled at again for something his wolf did—he couldn’t even remember what. He was barely eight, shivering behind a shed, his fingers turning red from the cold.
Jeon showed up hours later with a thermos of lukewarm soup and a small blanket.
“I knew you’d be here,” he muttered, settling beside Tae. “You always come here when you’re upset.”
Tae didn’t say anything. He just leaned into him, silent tears falling.
Jeon let him. He didn’t ask questions or tell him to stop crying like everyone else. He just sat there, hand resting lightly on Tae’s shoulder, letting him exist.
That was the first time Tae felt safe with someone.
And there was the day Tae got into a fight at school. One of the older alphas called him “unstable,” and Tae snapped.
He would’ve been suspended if Jeon hadn’t intervened, pulling him back and taking the punishment instead.
Tae had screamed at him afterward.
“You’re not supposed to get hurt for me!”
Jeon just looked at him calmly.
“I don’t mind.”
No one had ever said that to him before.
Not his father.
Not his tutors.
Not even his mother.
But Jeon did. Every time.
As teenagers, Tae fought with his parents and moved out. Moved in with Jeon. Their tiny house became a haven.
And Jeon—cold, angry Jeon—became his home.
Tae didn’t need a mate. He already had someone. Someone who understood every broken, burning part of him.
But now...
The thought of losing Jeon—to some unknown mate—twisted like a knife in his gut.
Is it really that easy for you?
To say we’ll live apart?
Do you not feel this pain too?
[scene shift to the next morning]
Tae stormed down the stairs, jaw clenched, his mood getting worse with every step.
Jeon had been distant all morning , not talking kinda ignoring and now he is walking around with some weird scent on him—an omega’s scent.
Tae wasn’t even trying to notice it at first. But his wolf did.
That soft, floral hint.
Not Jeon’s. Definitely not his.
He cornered Jeon near the lockers between classes, eyes narrowing. “You smell weird,” he said bluntly.
Jeon raised a brow. “Okay?”
“Like... someone else. A female omega.”
Jeon didn’t flinch. Just adjusted his bag strap. “She fell on me. In the corridor. Nothing happened.”
Tae's eyes darkened. His wolf was growling.
“I hope you didn’t say anything to her, or else we will be in trouble ” Tae asked, pretending to be cool but was angry inside
“No.” Jeon looked away. “Just ignored her.”
Tae blinked. Ignored? That’s it?
“Wow,” Tae said, trying to hide his frustration with sarcasm.
“That’s new. Usually, you’d scare the hell out of anyone who touches you. Did you like her or what?”
Trying his best to hide his frustration.
Jeon gave him a blank look. “It’s nothing like that.”
And just like that, he turned and walked away.
Tae’s jaw ticked he don't know what he is feeling but the scent in jeon was troubling him, making him feel agitated
He looked down at his water bottle. Then back at Jeon’s retreating figure.
Without a second thought, he walked up behind him—and poured the water straight over Jeon’s head.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Jeon snapped, soaking wet, hair clinging to his forehead.
“You smell gross,” Tae said calmly, tossing him a spare shirt from his locker. “Go and change.”
“We’re in university, Tae. I have a class in ten minutes.”
Tae shrugged. “Then better hurry. Unless you wanna smell like someone else’s scent all day.”
Jeon glared at him, but Tae didn’t care, he did intentionally to remove that flirty scent from jeon
He turned away, pretending to check his phone and smriking.
His wolf had gone silent, but the possessiveness lingered.
He hated that scent on Jeon.
Hated how easily it clung to him.
And he hated the idea that Jeon hadn’t done anything to stop it.
And people said Jeon is obsessed.
Well, they might not know about Tae.
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