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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Eight

We're all seated at the large dining table, the only sounds being utensils scraping against plates and loud slurping from our various drinks.

Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok were just drinking water out of bottles, but Hoseok had a neon pink straw sticking out of his. It's cute, actually.

It'd be funnier if it was a silly straw, but still.

Namjoon and Taehyung had beers, leisurely taking sips. They're only on their third and second respectively, the empty bottles swept off to the side.

Seokjin, Yoongi and I have coke, plastic tumblers thick with condensation from the ice and cold drinks housed inside it. I can already tell the caffeine is going to keep me up a little later than normal.

Seokjin, Jimin and I had began to make dinner when he was physically pulled from the kitchen by Yoongi. He kept hovering way too close to the stove, arm beginning to turn red from the closeness to the flame. It was a blur of Yoongi grabbing him and shoving him out of the kitchen, lightly scolding him and checking his arm.

Luckily, he hadn't been burnt, and Yoongi replaced him. He tried to assume the role as head chef, but he was soon knocked into his place as sous-chef and didn't fight it.

—//—

"So, when are your ruts and heats?" The room goes completely silent, nobody even moving a muscle. Namjoon realises he has rendered the room silent; quickly tapping his pen against the academic diary in-front of him. Hoseok clears his throat, stammering sounds beginning to sound from him.

"Why?" Jungkook asks from beside me, wiping his sweaty hands down his sweatpants before placing one onto my thigh.

"We need a coordinated schedule, especially if one of us is due soon. It's much better to have them all written in the same place for us all to see than by word of mouth." He makes a fair point, and the others seem to recognise that too, but no-one wants to be the first to reveal such an intimate thing. I share a heavy glance with my alpha, watching as he shifts nervously and squeezes my thigh at the same time.

"June and December. Always starts on the eleventh." Taehyung is the one who speaks up first, relaxing into his chair and beginning to play with his hair once he notices everyone's attention is fixed on him. Namjoon scribbles away in his academic diary, nodding hastily.

"Mine fall in February and August. Start on the sixth." Hoseok goes next, moving his head side-to-side and cracking his neck loudly. Ew. Again, Namjoon starts writing. We all look to Seokjin, the last in the pack, but he shakes his head vehemently.

"Don't look at me. That stuff is private!" He sputters, embarrassed from all of the eyes on him. Pity fills me, noticing how embarrassed he looks and how Taehyung's began to open his mouth to speak for him.

"February, May, August and November. They normally start on the seventeenth." I spit out, almost cackling when Jungkook's head flies towards me. His eyes are wide, jaw dropped. The expression is mirrored on Seokjin's face, spluttering noises filling the room once again. Namjoon nods in thanks, quickly scribbling down exactly what I've said. I gently nudge my alpha, eyes searching his. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, then closes again. He pleads with his eyes, bottom lip popping into a pout. I sigh.

"Kook's are February and August too. It usually falls around the ninth, but the last one fell on the eleventh." He nuzzles into my shoulder, whispering his thanks. Namjoon, yet again, scribbles away.

We continue like this until everyone's revealed their own, Namjoon annotating the specific dates with two different colours of post-it tabs; green for the alpha's and yellow for the omega's, at least that's what I assume. There's quite a lot of blue ones strewn throughout the thing, more concentrated towards the last few months of the year.

I'm curious. What could they mean? What comes frequently in the winter months? He's an enigma. An attractive enigma, just like everybody else. We're all so secretive in our sub-packs, barely ready to crack our outer shells. But we'll do it one day.

Hopefully soon, or it'll be incredibly awkward when we're moved out of here and into the middle of nowhere with no-one but each-other.

Oh god.

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i really gotta stop taking naps.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Seven

I stand on my tip-toes, running my fingers through Jungkook's hair, attempting to style the bundle of hair on his head, as chaotic as a bird's nest. It still sticks up in various directions, but the majority is fine, which is the only thing that counts.

His left hand flexes on the suitcase handle, the right rubbing circles on my hipbone. The room is silent, reduced to the bareness it was just a few days ago before we chaotically moved in. I move my hands away from his head, stepping away from his own grabby hands that try to follow me as I go to the opposite side of the room.

"Hey!" I can hear the pout in his voice, foot stomping against the floor.

"We gotta get going, Alpha. We can always spend more time cuddling once we've actually moved in." I pick up a few bags, spinning around to find myself eye-level with his chest. I jump, accidentally dropping two of the bags to the floor.

"One last kiss, Omega?" He shoved his face into my neck, the scent patch still withholding what he truly wants.

"You're not gonna die if you wait ten minutes, Alpha. We have to go." I whine, hands uselessly pressing against his broad chest to get him to move. He continues to nuzzle, arms wrapping tighter around me.

Seeing no other choice, I go for my secret plan. I cup my hands, moving them down a little.

"HONK!" I shout, squeezing at his pectorals, laughing loudly as he jumps into the air and away from me. He grabs at them, sending a sad look at me. His eyes are glittering, bottom lip trembling.

"Kookie~" I send a sinister smile his way, creeping closer. He jumps into action, grabbing bags and practically fleeing to the door.

I bark out a laugh. He's adorable.

—//—

There's hot water bouncing over our bodies, the glass steaming up. His wet torso slides against my back, hand sweeping hair from my neck.

"My pretty omega." He mutters, hooking his finger around the corner of the patch. Slowly, he peels it away, my scent glands finally being able to breathe. I slowly turn around, my front to his; staring deeply in his beautiful brown eyes. I raise my hand to his neck, doing the same. We stand with the other's scent patches in hand, eyes captivated with one another. My alpha moves closer, gently kissing me before averting his attention to the bottom of my neck. He buries his nose there, inhaling deeply. I begin to run my fingers through his hair, my other hand stabilising on his shoulder.

"Alpha. Missed your scent." I whisper into the crown of his head, our combined scents permeating and filling the bathroom, not just the closed cubicle of the shower.

My eyes drift up and down his body, fixing on his bond mark. The dark mark is permanently fixed onto his skin, just above his left collarbone.

We're wrapped up in one another, barely feeling the water turning colder against our bodies or the shaking of our legs for a long while.

The water suddenly turns off, shooting us back into reality. The freezing cold reality that involves us both soaking wet and with no warmth. Jungkook quickly throws open the shower curtain, jumping out and onto the floor mat, reaching out a hand for me to join him. He wraps us in the nicest-looking towels available, laughing when my teeth chatter in thanks. He wraps himself around me, rubbing his torso against my back as we begin an awkward start to walking out of the bathroom and to the new 'bedroom.'

It's even worse than the one we were housed in before. It's tiny, only a few inches bigger than the bathroom. There's only just enough room for the bed and metal chest of drawers, solid brown brick-patterned walls making the room seem even smaller.

"Dibs on the space next to the wall."

—//—

I'm finding it hard to keep my face out of Jungkook's neck. It's practically impossible not to just chow down on that juncture and get high on my alpha's scent.  Not to mention that I can already begin to smell the others' scents permeating through the walls. However, it doesn't put me on edge. It doesn't make me want to back Alpha into the corner and growl at anyone who comes near.

It makes me want to leave the door open.

It makes me want to put on my cosiest outfit and bathe in the mix of scents.

Maybe we could be happy.

Maybe.

It's not just you, I get that craving too. But I remember the cringe and forget about it. If I can't then I'll just watch and quote it word for word

TWILIGHT?? CRINGE?? NEVER.

do not come to my account with twilight slander. don’t you know it’s a cinematic masterpiece?

with lines such as “hold on tight, spider monkey”, “dude, you really don’t want to start comparing stinks”, “is she even Italian?” “Her name’s Bella”, “Nessie?! You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness monster?!” how can you not believe this is the best thing ever written?

truly.

(charlie swan deserves better)