The room fell silent again, and Hoseok felt guilty despite Yoongi's positive words. Maybe he wasn't mentally mature. Maybe he wasn't emotionally ready to be a real part of the pack, unmarked. He looked at the scare decorating the left side of Yoongi's neck. It was pretty, the pattern of Nanjoon's teeth looked comforting. His mark set right above the Alpha's  collar bone, where the transparent scent-oil collected. "Do you think something is wrong with me? I'm twenty three..."