It was a day of unsettled weather, it had been rainy in the morning but now there were only grey clouds in the sky.
Oscar looked out the window. He had never liked sunny weather since he was little. Although his memories of his childhood were not clear, his heart had not yet forgotten the things he did not like. Taking a deep breath, Victor's pheromone scent was now more clearly visible to his nose. Before leaving the hospital, his doctor had warned him to stop using the suppressants. That's why he could now feel the pheromones more clearly. It was a little strange, the pheromones that had mixed with the smell of blood when he first entered the room where the dead body was while working at the casino were everywhere in the house where he was "temporarily" staying, but Oscar wasn't bothered.
He wanted to go out. Since the house wasn't right in the middle of the city, there was a walking area around it, and he knew there was a park nearby. He went to his room, got a jacket, and put it on.
Victor was busy with something in the kitchen, he had been in the kitchen a lot since he had started staying with Oscar. He was usually always making something for Oscar to eat. Oscar walked into the kitchen as he closed the front of his jacket.
"I'm going for a walk." Victor put the knife in his hand aside and looked back over his shoulder.
"It's cold." Oscar looked away and bowed his head.
"But..." He paused, it wasn't that cold, but he was just getting better anyway. And if he got sick, of course he would get tired of him. "Okay."
Victor narrowed his eyes for a moment, he was used to Oscar always responding. This was actually what he expected and wanted, but seeing Oscar like this made him regret saying it even if he was right.
He moved away from the counter and went to his room. Oscar sighed. "What did you expect?" he thought. He had been feeling touchy lately, but he didn't want to be spoiled.
Just as he left the kitchen and headed to his room, he saw Victor coming down the stairs. But he was wearing a jacket and in his hand.
"What's going on?" Oscar muttered. Before an answer, Victor approached and put the jacket in his hand on Oscar's shoulders.
"If we're going out, wear warmer clothes."
When Oscar had put on the sleeves, Victor zipped up the zipper. When they were both ready, they took the elevator to the ground floor and exited the building.
It was still very late in the evening, but the sky was currently cloudy, so there was no chance of seeing the sun. Oscar took in the fresh air as they headed towards the nearby walking path.
There weren't many people, and of course the ones who were were mostly businessmen who were busy with other things or young ladies who had to cancel their meetings. Some younger couples are walking path, while those who were alone were listening to music on their headphones and daydreaming.
"You didn't have to come." When Oscar looked at Victor walking next to him with a questioning expression, Victor raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You never get tired of questioning everything I do, do you?" Oscar rolled his eyes.
"You're not being talked to." Victor let out a small laugh and looked at Oscar's face and hands. The young man's nose and fingertips always turned red in the cold.
After walking a little further, Victor directed Oscar to a bench.
"Wait here, I'll be back." He had to talk on the phone and also wanted to get Oscar some coffee. Oscar sat down on the bench as Victor walked away.
The view was beautiful. There were many trees ahead, a few stray animals were playing among themselves. There were wilted flowers around.
Oscar got up from the bench he was sitting on and walked to the tree next to him. There were still some leaves on the tree. Oscar reached out and plucked one of those leaves, he could put it in a book and make a nice ornament.
"Excuse me, I've never seen you around here before." Oscar turned his head quickly when he heard a male voice coming from behind, his eyebrows furrowed in reflex.
The man in front of him had blond hair that was slightly tousled by the wind, and his dark blue eyes were focused on Oscar's dark eyes. He had a spider tattoo on his neck, extending down to his cheek.
"Who are you?" Oscar asked, his voice not very affectionate. He usually didn't like new people anyway. The man smiled.
"Please call me Jake. I'm just a guy who lives around here, I usually know who's this walking path." Oscar didn't let his guard down as Jake explained.
"So?" Jake's smile widened.
"I just wanted to meet you, sir. Your scent is quite... unique."
Oscar's eyes widened. What was Jake trying to say? The scent was so faint that he didn't even realize it was his own pheromones. But the doctor's words came to mind: "Be careful, as omegas who have been on medication for a long time can't control their pheromones at first."
Oscar frowned as he took a step back. When he saw this, Jake raised his hands in surrender.
"Please don't be afraid, I don't mean any harm. I was just thinking that maybe we could get a little closer," he said as he took a step forward.
"I don't want it, go away." Oscar said firmly. Although he couldn't smell his own pheromones, he still had a keen sense of smell, it was easy to tell that the man in front of him was an alpha.
"Is Victor putting restrictions on you?" Jake said this in a mocking tone. When Oscar tensed up a little, Jake grinned. "Your pheromones are a bit aggressive, I'm guessing right?"
"How do you know Victor?" Oscar avoided the question. Victor had given him some trouble, yes, but... could they be called restrictions? His breathing had become a little heavy, his hands that were hidden behind him were shaking as his pheromones spread nervously.
Jake was about to open his mouth to say something, but his eyes caught someting, and his smile slowly faded away.
"Prince Charming has arrived too." There was a touch of disgust in his words when he spoke of Victor. When Oscar looked back, he saw Victor a few steps away.
Victor didn't look at Jake, his eyes were on Oscar. He extended his free hand forward. He was waiting, he wanted Oscar to come to him.
Oscar didn't think. He turned completely around and walked towards Victor. When he reached him, Victor quickly wrapped his arm around Oscar's waist, pulling him completely to himself.
"Let's go." Oscar felt relieved when he heard this, his breathing was still a little uneven, but he was glad to know he wasn't alone. He had always described himself as strong, but since Victor had come into his life, he had learned to show his weaknesses.
For someone who had been trying to forget his feelings since his father left home and died a few weeks later, or his mother ran away from home in debt, it was a relief, even though it hurt.
Jake muttered as he watched them go.
"Is this the Whitmore I know? Did he really pretend not to know me to protect that guy?"
Victor didn't speak until the two of them got home. He was surprised that Oscar was emitting pheromones, but the priority was to get him home safely. He even released his own pheromones completely around Oscar so that anyone passing by wouldn't smell his pheromones.
Victor sat Oscar down on the couch in the living room and held his hands as he knelt down in front of him.
"Kane, look at me." His voice was soft, not commanding as usual. When Oscar turned his slightly wide eyes to him, Victor raised one hand and gently cupped his cheek.
"Whitmore."
"Don't worry, you're fine. No one picked up your pheromones either." Oscar shook his head.
"But that man did." Memories suddenly flooded his mind. When he was little, he would always become the target of disgusting perversions if someone picked up on his pheromones. He hadn't lived his childhood to protect himself!
"That man won't do anything to you. I won't let him, he can't even touch you." Victor frowned as he said it firmly.
Oscar tried to take deep breaths, although it was hard. The moment he smelled Jake's pheromones, his stomach turned. But his scent wasn't that strong.
Right now, he was covered in Victor's scent. But he didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, if he had put his pride aside, he would have admitted that he liked it. As his self-hatred grew a little more, he allowed Victor to gently pull him into his arms and hug him.
"I promise you, just don't be afraid." Victor stroked Oscar's cheek with one hand and his back with the other, soothingly.
Oscar leaned his forehead against Victor's chest. He would trust. He didn't know why, but he wanted to trust Victor.
So did the familiar, yet long-unfamiliar warmth he felt inside him.