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Happy Wonwoo Day

I wrote some terribly cliched and cheesy poetry in honour of Wonwoo's special day - if you want to check it out go to my Twitter - it's @abnegwrites

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Wonwoo had become accustomed to being home alone during the day. Now he had Baby to keep him company anyway. The soft brown dog was his most prized possession, his treasure, almost an obsession. He carried the dog everywhere, tucked under his arm tightly, never letting it far out of his sight unless he was running. Every morning he would run while they jogged, hard and fast, and Soonyoung would throw the ball for him on the school oval. The explosive energy would drain him for most of the morning and as soon as Junhui left for work his secret routine began.

First he would take Baby and hide him in Junhui's bed. The man was always so neat with his bedding, pulling it and tucking it in a way that fascinated the fox, the comfort of a flat bed beyond his comprehension. He would take his toy dog and hide it where Junhui slept and the sheets were still warm. He would then go to the kitchen, use his cup to get water, and admire the food left out for him on his pink bunny plate. He never looked in the cupboards. He knew the food on the pink plate was his and he wasn't scared to eat it.

He would take some of his food into the living room and settle comfortably on the couch. He knew now how to work the TV and Junhui always left it set to National Geographic for him anyway. He would press the big red button, watch cheetahs running across the grasslands of Africa or lyrebirds parading in the rainforest, and fill his belly with whatever meats and fruits Junhui had left him. Then, after a big run and a small meal, he would feel tired. He would slip back into Junhui's room and take Baby out from the bed and inhale the addictive warm scent of Junhui.

Once the bed was fixed and any telltale sign smoothed away Wonwoo would take Baby into his den. He would scratch around and toss his bedding, settle on top of it or under it, depending how cold he was. With his Baby nestled in his arms, his nose rubbing into the fur, the scent of Junhui's sleepiness overwhelmed him. It would send him into a gentle sleep lasting until the afternoon.

Afternoons were for sun and soil, digging and scratching, rolling and climbing. Wonwoo always made himself extra dirty so he would definitely get his bath. The dip and drop of the sun in the sky told him when to get ready for Junhui to arrive and his routine drove him to wait by the door. Every day he would shift and fidget and when the work van pulled up he would whine with excitement.

"Hi little fox," Junhui would croon as his eyes lit up at the sight. The fox would circle him, sniffing and whining, learning all the places he'd been that day. The second best part of the day was when Junhui would hold his arms out and take the little fox against his chest while he licked and bit under his chin in adoration.

The first best was when Junhui would ruffle his hair and laugh at the grass bits and leaves tangled in it. "You need a bath," he'd say and go straight into the bathroom and fill the tub with warm water and the fox would whine in excitement. Every night he shed his clothing and climbed into the water and handed Junhui bottles of shampoo and shower gel to rub all over his hair and body. It felt wonderful and he couldn't get enough.

Warm and clean, belly full of dinner and Baby in his arms, Wonwoo would curl up on the couch with his head in Junhui's lap. He knew that when Junhui became engrossed in his dramas his hands would wander into the fox's hair. He wrapped his arms tightly around his Baby and rocked his body gently as Junhui rubbed his ears and stroked his hair down to the nape of his neck.

He felt warm and safe, the touch of another living creature breathing new life into his tired body, his soul craving the hands of Junhui on his skin. When it all got too much he would sit up and nose at Junhui's neck and bite at his jaw. Junhui would giggle but he would let him. He always let Wonwoo do whatever he wanted.

On the thirteenth night Wonwoo crawled into his den after another cozy night on the couch. Winter was coming, he could smell it in the air, and for the first time in his life winter wasn't something to be afraid of. He knew, here in his new home with den and food and Junhui, he'd always be warm.

He snuggled his Baby to his nose and inhaled the scent of Junhui's sweat and virility. He felt restless although his night had been relaxing and he tossed his bedding from side to side before rolling in its unsatisfying shape.

He felt weird, hot and cold, itchy and irritated. A strange feeling filled his belly and a craving filled his nostrils. He sat up and crawled out of his den and padded on silent feet into the bathroom. Instinct drove him to rummage through the dirty washing until he found his prize.

He snatched out the tshirt Junhui had worn running that morning. He held it against his face and breathed in deep as the rich musk of Junhui's sweat filled his nose making his body tingle all over. Wonwoo smiled to himself as he sneaked back into his den with the tshirt tight in his grasp and curled up in his bedding again.

Wonwoo knew he was late to mature but he didn't really understand what that meant. He knew from being locked in the dealership with the other hybrids that when he matured he would go into heat, he would be warm and wet, desperate to mate and have his belly filled with seed and swollen with kits of his own. Not his pretend Baby, real babies, squirming and growing inside him.

No one warned him that he would be confused, that his body would do things that scared him, that he would be unable to control his urges. No one warned him that his mind would be filled with nothing but a need to scent Junhui, to luxuriate in his perspiration, to bury his face in the smell of man while he rutted his hips into a pillow.

No one warned him that his burgeoning maturity would bring a wave of hormones making his mind cloudy with a haze of sexual desire. As he curled up in his den with his erection in his hand Wonwoo breathed heavily silent words of need and desperation. He whined and panted and stroked himself to orgasm and when he came for the first time ever he could think of no one and nothing but the man he trusted. He licked his hands clean and cuddled his Baby to his chest and a fitful sleep finally came over him with one name in his dreams.

Junhui.