Suga tried to evade him, pushing against Zion's hands, which refused to stay still. His nose scrunched up even more—he couldn't stand it. The air around Zion was thick with unfamiliar pheromones, suffocatingly so. It's disgusting.
Under his breath, he muttered a curse. "Fuck."
Zion blinked at the sudden curse word, momentarily taken aback. His hands loosened, releasing Suga without resistance. The moment he was free, Suga immediately put some distance between them.
"…I'm not in the mood today."
He spoke while covering half of his face with one hand.
Zion sniffed at himself, his brows furrowing slightly. "…I don't smell bad." But he was sharp enough to piece together Suga's reaction. A low chuckle escaped his lips. "Ah… is it because of the pheromones?"
Suga's frown deepened before he gave a weak nod.
"They were being pushy, way out of line, trying to scent me with their pheromones. Very annoying."
They?