Getting My Plethora Of Different Antibiotics, Fluids, And Magnesium.

Getting my plethora of different antibiotics, fluids, and magnesium.

They promise I am Not dying.

However, I am getting moved to the telemetry unit to watch my vitals more closely since I keep having a fever and my blood pressure goes wonky.

I just woke up after they gave me morphine for the pain to get my blood drawn and then met my night nurse.

He took my temperature and it’s 102.6 so it still went up.

Even with Tylenol.

He said he isn’t surprised because my labs looked like I was borderline septic.

Maybe another two hours and I would have been septic.

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Hello dearest readers,

I am writing you from the ER.

The derma glue, to close the surgery site, came off when I took off the bandaging from my surgery on the 26th and I saw my surgeon on the first and he said it looked OK.

However, starting Friday, I started having diarrhea like that and then through the night it started hurting like a motherfucker and feeling hot to the touch.

Then when I woke up today, I just got worse and worse and worse and worse and worse… I can barely walk without someone helping me.

I woke up with Violent shaking, massive diarrhea, can’t keep down anything except for a sip of water here and there and even then I still try to throw it up, massive dizziness, passing out, I feel like I’m on fire, but I’m freezing to death, my surgical site is leaking like a faucet and it’s hot to touch and then it feels like a rock.

They have mentioned possible hospitalization but who knows.

They finally gave me Norco and more Zofran and now I am on two different IVs of antibiotics and fluids.

I also stopped shaking and having to keep in the fetal position.

Sorry for errors, using speech-texting mode, my hands are still shaking.

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It helps! I am writing about a date with Namjoon, and y/n is wearing a purple satin or silk dress.

I am trying to offset him with white.

My other option is to do them in red and put him in this one.

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Suns in a Black Sea

Ateez Ot8 x Reader

Chapter 2: Wooyoung

I will have the masterlist for this series posted soon!

My office ended up being located in the same restricted area the patients are held in, with the medical bay housed nearby. After being debriefed over expectations and rules associated with working with them, I was given an official schedule for each patient. My job included conducting observatory notes daily while performing more in-depth check-ups twice a day. The eight of them were split into groups of two for this, the same day every week, the same pair on each designated day.

Monday – 9573 & 2641

Tuesday – 9038 & 7753

Wednesday – 6438 & 1431

Thursday – 9485 & 1941

I mentally reminded myself which ones were found in which hall, grabbing a sheet of paper and writing it down to better visualize it as I worked through my schedule. I had been informed that Dr. Park took care of today’s general workups and would leave his report on my desk, while General Baek and James showed me around. I found the document on my desk upon my return. Picking it up, it was rather mundane, the only provided information being the room temperature and humidity, recorded time, date, patient ID, patient body condition, mentation, and a small notes section delineating any other issues/conditions that should be noted or addressed at the next follow-up. At the very bottom of the page was the doctor’s signature, Dr. Park’s decorating the line in elegant scrawl.

Don’t doctors usually have terrible handwriting?

Huffing out a breath, I set aside the files. Aliens. 

I could hardly keep the word from bouncing around in my head. Of all the things I had managed to conjure up last night, I had to admit aliens weren’t on the exhaustive list. If I could even refer to them as such. Of the few I’d seen they all looked relatively human. A little unusual hair coloring and super hearing, the latter of which was about the only thing that, as far as I knew, humans weren’t capable of. I pinched the bridge of my nose, stuck between my intrigue and wanting to get started right away. Did I make the right decision by choosing to join this team? I was beyond out of my element. Human medicine was one thing. Undertaking a completely new species not even of this planet we resided in felt like I was biting off more than I could chew. A quiet knock filled the silent room, my eyes lifting just as the door opened and a familiar head of brown hair poked in.

“Jim- err…”

“You can call me Star.”

“Star…”

“Is it weird?” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“No. I was just thinking it was sort of appropriate. For a couple of reasons.” I laughed, standing to meet him. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh.” He jolted as if remembering he was here for a reason, stepping inside. “I came to bring you your credentials. Apart from me and the General, I’m not sure who all has access back here so I volunteered to bring them to you.”

“That’s nice of you.”

I took the ID badge and keycard from him, reading the random set of numbers scribbled onto a sticky note attached to them.

“That’s your pin. You’ll need it to get in here and my lab.”

“Gotcha. I’ll hang onto this for a bit then.” I waved the sticky note to indicate I meant the code lest I lose it and forget the numbers.

I turned back to my desk, slipping my keycard into the wallet I kept on the back of my phone and hung my ID over my neck.

“Uhm… would you like to grab dinner together? Consider it my treat as a welcome to the team and I can answer any questions you may still have.”

I masked my smile by turning my head from Jimin, biting my lip to stifle it before looking back at him.

“I’d like that. Let me get my stuff and we can walk out together.”

“No rush! I’ve got a few things I need to grab back at the lab. I’ll meet you at the elevator.”

I nodded, covering my mouth when his hurried exit caused him to bump into the edge of the door. He apologized, laughing nervously and quickly exiting. He was cute in a shy, nerdy kind of way. Very much my type if I were being honest with myself. This was hardly the place to be caught catching feelings for one of my coworkers though. Brushing it off, I grabbed my purse and phone, double checking I had my office key before leaving. The hall outside was lowly illuminated, the lights being on a 24-hour timer set to brighten and dim according to the hour. It wasn’t a feature I was unaccustomed to. Working in Ian’s lab, we kept a lot of our patients on the same time schedule. It managed their biological clock without having the outside elements to do so for them.

Walking down the hall, I made a mental reminder for myself to bring a spare set of tennis shoes with me tomorrow. There was no way I was going to last on these heels five days out of the week, especially if I was going to be walking as much as it seemed like I would. A sharp bang startled me, my heels causing me to stumble a couple of steps before righting myself as my wide eyes turned towards the bay door leading to the left hall. The two guards stationed out front quickly scanned their card, inputting the code and ducking inside to check. I surveyed the inside before the doors closed, checking for myself to see what happened. Nothing seemed out of place as the guards approached one of the patient wards. A bit unsettled, I turned to the other two guards stationed within this ward.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing to be worried over, doctor. 1431 usually throws his tantrums around this time.”

“Tantrums?” I echoed, looking back over my shoulder towards the closed doors.

“He’s one of the unruly ones. Not exactly happy about being here, I would assume.”

“So, this is a nightly occurrence?”

The other one shrugged. “Most of the time. Enough so that we tend to get worried when we don’t hear it.”

I hummed, a part of me curious as to which patient it was specifically, considering I didn’t have much else to go off of at this point other than a patient ID. A number, but no face.

“And the others? Any habits or ‘tantrums’ I should be made aware of prior to working with them directly?”

“2641 can be volatile sometimes as well, though he seems to like Star well enough.”

“And 9573 appears to have issues with authority.”

The more I was learning about these beings, the more I yearned to understand them. The thought of it not as daunting as I came to the realization that I wasn’t the only one eager to know more about these creatures. Nor was I the only one completely in the dark when it came to them. If anything, I was about to have a front row seat to uncovering their secrets. The noises beyond the door silenced, replaced with the muffled beeping of someone inputting their code into the bay entrance. The smile that unknowingly made its way onto my lips was genuine, Jimin’s curious gaze flitting between me and the two guards as he entered.

“I uhm- was waiting by the elevator, but felt like it was taking a while, so I thought I’d make sure everything was okay.”

“Yes. Everything is fine! I’m sorry, I was on my way out and ended up distracted.”

His brown eyes swept the area, lingering on the noticeably vacant spot where two guards would otherwise normally be stationed.

“1431 again?”

Jimin didn’t need me to confirm. He gave me a half-hearted smile before taking a deep breath.

“That one’s always been a handful.”

“You’re not the first person to say that.” I grinned wryly, adjusting the purse over my shoulder while walking over to him.

“Probably won’t be the last either.” He chuckled, pressing the button to exit. “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

“You can tell me what I should expect over dinner.”

I half expected Jimin’s dinner offer to be somewhere I’d usually have reserved for special occasions, a place whose cheapest dish would still send my monthly budget in the tank, but I was pleasantly surprised when we pulled up at a ramen shop. The atmosphere inside was laid back, the décor simple, but comforting. Easily a restaurant I might have passed by on the street and stopped in for the vibes. I could tell Jimin was nothing short of a regular as we took our seats and an older woman emerged from the back to greet him enthusiastically.

“It’s been a while! We’ve missed you around here.” She exclaimed, positively beaming at the young man while filling our glasses. “You look so thin! I told you to make sure you’re taking care of yourself with as much as you work.”

Jimin took her scolding good-naturedly, nodding in agreement as she ranted.

“You know how busy I am when starting new projects. I’ll be sure to come in more often though now that I have help.” He smiled, looking over at me.

“Ah, it’s about time you’re paired with someone who can look after you.” She clicked her tongue, turning her friendly visage to me. “Keep a close eye on this one. He’ll never take a break unless you force him to.”

“I’ll be sure to pull him away every once in a while.” I promised her, glancing at Jimin in amusement.

“We’ll have the usual Auntie. Make sure it’s extra delicious, I’m trying to make a good impression here.” He smirked, laughing as the older woman delivered a pinch to his arm.

“There’s not a thing on my menu anyone would dare turn away.” She huffed as if offended by his words, though the sparkle in her eye as she pretended to glare at him betrayed her attempts at portrayed annoyance.

I found their banter charming. They had a kinship that took years to build and quite frankly, I was envious of it. I picked up my glass of water, masking my smile with it until Jimin turned his attention to me.

“So, how was your first day?”

“Full of information. More than I may be able to process over one night of sleep if I’m being truthful.”

“I understand that.” He chuckled under his breath, bringing his own glass to his lips. “I didn’t really believe it for myself when I was brought on either.”

I set my cup down, leaning across the table as Jimin lifted a brow at me curiously.

“Do you actually think they’re not human?”

“So, they didn’t have you do 9573 and 2641’s weekly physical then.” He grinned, shrugging. “Probably for the best, they’ve both proven to be handfuls at times.”

I hummed, remembering the ominous warnings given to me by two of the guards stationed in my area of the facility.

“While I wouldn’t necessarily say I trust any of them, 9038 is the one I feel the most comfortable around.” Jimin continued. “He’s not temperamental like the others are and he’s the only one who appears willing to communicate with any of us. He doesn’t speak, but he does listen. I’m sure that’s who General Baek will have you start with tomorrow.”

9038. I repeated the numbers in my head, visualizing the tall male with soft various shades of brown hair whose lips mouthed my given name earlier today. He fascinated me. Granted, they all did, but something about him was different. Seeing him in the flesh, the eagerness with which he displayed at the mention of my alias, he’s been waiting for me. The thought sent chills down my spine, not of fear but excitement.

“Will you be okay tomorrow?” Jimin asked, pulling me out of my daze. “If you’d like, I can accompany you during your first evaluation.”

I smiled at the concern lacing his tone. Jimin was a caring soul, one that appeared to be hard to come by in the current research facility I found myself in.

“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work.”

“You wouldn’t be.” He denied quickly, clearing his throat. “I mean, my part of the research can’t happen without your samples. You can think of it as me coming to collect it all personally.”

My smile widened, a laugh bubbling out of me with the swelling affection I felt for him.

“In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer Dr. Park.”

The following morning, I had managed to make it to the lab bright and early. The building almost entirely empty minus the guards and security at the front gate. Luckily, I had no issues upon entry this time, and the keycard I’d been given worked for all the rooms I had been told I’d been given access to. I wish I could have blamed my early arrival on my stellar work ethic, but since dinner last with Jimin, my curiosity of the eight patients under my care made it increasingly hard to stop thinking about them, let alone sleep. I deposited all my things in my office, glad I remembered to bring a spare set of tennis shoes to change into this morning as I swapped my heels for them before snatching the first four files and clipboard off my desk.

I slipped my white coat over my shoulders as I bid good morning to the set of guards keeping watch outside both sets of halls, double checking the set of files in my hand before turning to the right hallway.

“You’re here early this morning doctor.” One of them noted, stepping aside to input his code in the door.

I recognized him as one of the men I had talked to last night. He looked tired but was still kind enough to give me a polite smile and make conversation.

“Thought I would get a jumpstart on my day. Has it been a quiet night?”

“No issues since you left. Though 9038 has been restless this morning. I think he knows you’re here for him.”

“Then it would be a good idea if I didn’t keep him waiting.” I grinned wryly, thanking him as I stepped through the threshold.

The doors slid shut behind me, lock clicking into place before leaving me in an eerily quiet hallway. It felt different being in here alone than it did with a group of people, not scary, but there was an underlying charge in the air. I brushed it off, attributing it to the fact that it was my first time being by myself around any of them. Steeling my resolve, I flicked the switches next to the doors, watching as each room lit up with each subsequent switch. I clutched my papers tightly, taking a few hesitant steps towards the closest room. I matched the patient ID on the wall beside the window to my folders.

956192641

               Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’0

Age: Unknown

               Sex: Male

               Patient notes:

                                 Aggressive. Does not respond well to physical handling. Not to be moved without Dr. Park present.

Well, that’s not unsettling at all. Internally, I was grateful they’d decided to let Jimin handle yesterday’s patients. Especially if he was one I potentially needed to be more cautious around. I knew I’d have to learn to work with him eventually, but I didn’t necessarily want to walk in totally blind either. I looked up from my notes, not entirely unsurprised to find a huddled figure still in bed, his thin blanket pulled up over his head, obscuring him from view. Sighing, I made a mental note to come back to him, hoping it wasn’t so early that the rest of them would be in the same state. Turning around, I didn’t know whether I should be surprised or not to see the fiery red head approaching the window like he had yesterday. He surveyed the glass as if he could burn a hole through it if he stared long enough. I changed files in hand, opening his as I walked over to him.

“6438.” I read aloud. “Good morning.”

He visibly perked up at that, his slim figure straightening at the same time a sultry smile split his lips. I roamed my eyes over him, in appreciation and intrigue. It was incredible how human-like they were. Tapping on the window brought me out of my staring, my eyes flicking back up to his as he tapped a couple more times. He stopped, bringing two of his fingers to his mouth and then pulling them away in a silent gesture for talking. I watched him with interest as he did it again, pausing for a few seconds before a frown tugged at his lips and his eyes scanned the glass before him. He tapped on it again and then repeated. Understanding dawned on me that this was his attempt at communicating with me.

“Are you asking me to talk?”

He beamed upon hearing me, his head nodding enthusiastically. I huffed a laugh, finding him oddly cute. The researcher in me went berserk knowing that he absolutely understood me despite everyone else’s reservations that they could. Sneaky, I thought, smirking. He went still, body leaning slightly toward the glass, and it took me a second to realize he was waiting on me.

“Oh. Um, how are you feeling this morning?”

He shrugged, clearly not impressed with my conversation as he tapped on the window again. I wondered why he kept doing that when I was right here, until I remembered he couldn’t see me on this side.

“I’m watching.” I informed him, earning a satisfied nod from him now that he was certain he had my attention.

He traced his finger along the glass, invisible letters decorating the window between us as he tried to write out whatever he felt I should know. I shook my head, forgetting again for a moment that he couldn’t see it.

“I’m not following.” I told him after losing track of whatever he was spelling.

Clumsily, he brought his hands together, interlocking his thumbs and stretching both his index fingers up while curling the rest of his fingers into his palms. He held up the created symbol for me to see.

“’W’?”

He nodded, clapping as a form of encouragement as he moved onto the next letter.

“’O’.” I repeated, getting that one easily.

He grinned, nodding and holding up two fingers.

“’V’?”

He waved his hands, shaking his head to let me know that’s not what he meant. He made the sign for ‘O’ again, motioning one and then moving over to sign another one before holding up two fingers again.

“Oh! Two ‘O’s. W-O-O.”

His excitement returned, big brown eyes sparkling, listening to me as I figure him out. He tilted his head, contemplating his next move before his finger touched the glass again, another finger tapping the end of it. He pointed at me and repeated the motion. Somehow, I understood he wanted me to follow his finger, and eager to keep this interaction going, I shifted my papers and clipboard to one arm before touching my fingertip to his over the glass.

“Ready.” I told him, mimicking the slow drag of his finger through the pane between us.

I recognized the letter after a couple of tries, repeating it for his confirmation and waiting for the next part.

“W-O-O-Y-O-U-N-G.” I spelled out loud, writing it on my papers as I did.

He looked proud, one hand laying over his chest while he nodded.

“Wooyoung? Is that your name?”

My excitement flared at the new information. They did have names and they could communicate with us as easily as anyone else. I bounced on my heels, part of me wishing I could run out and tell someone, maybe Jimin, but the more professional part of me reigned in that exhilaration, reminding me I had a job to do. I jot down the interaction, feeling a bit of pride that I seemed to have already made a small connection with one of them and a silent prayer that I could forge that same cooperation with the others.

“Wooyoung, thank you.” I said sincerely. “I need to finish my check-ups, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He gave me a mock salute that I found cute. I wondered if he simply copied a gesture he’d seen one of the soldiers do, or if similar human practices were common for them as well. It was a fascinating thought and now that I knew I was capable of asking it and he would understand, I was looking forward to working with him one-on-one. I left him to his day, unsure really what stimulation, if any, they got in their rooms, but I stashed the idea to find some form of enrichment for them in the back of my mind as I continued down the corridor. The next room on my list was 9038, and I wasn’t all that surprised to find him already up and waiting next to his window for me.

The guard’s assumption that he was looking forward to today didn’t seem all that far off seeing him now, and I’m sure my conversation with Wooyoung had been heard by him. My footsteps weren’t all that loud, but he was tuned into them, his head snapping up on my approach as he scanned the glass between us. I felt a little bad that they could hear everything beyond their walls but were essentially kept blind as to who it was or what was happening unless that person decided to otherwise enlighten them.

“Good morning.” I repeated the same greeting I gave Wooyoung, 9038’s eyes gravitating towards the spot he thought I was, a charming smile forming on his red lips.

He bowed politely in reception and came back up though he didn’t rise to his full height. He had to duck a little in order to look out the window, not that he could see me. I appreciated his figure, in awe with how large he was. He was almost too big for this room, no doubt the top of his head was close to grazing the ceiling above him when standing straight. I looked down at my papers to find his patient profile, reviewing the limited information I already had for him.

628479038

               Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’5

Age: Unknown

               Sex: Male

I let out a low hum upon reading his height and another after seeing his notes section blank. I guess it was better than reading about aggressive tendencies or the like. However, the startling lack of investigative medicine performed here made the medical professional in me want to pull her hair out. Then again, I suppose that’s part of the reason I’m here. I wrote down the room settings, the standard procedure in research with live specimens to record the temperature, humidity, and any strange deviations to the data overnight. I quickly scanned the being in front of me for any obvious outward signs of discomfort or unusual behavior, saving my more thorough perusal for his physical exam that I’d be conducting later today.

“Everything looks good.” I advised him, deciding I would try to engage them more in my daily check-ups. “You’ll be my first hands-on patient today. Try to take it easy on me, alright?”

He smiled, giving me an understanding nod. Soft beeping filled the quiet hall, my head turning towards the doors at the far end as they slid open, revealing the guard I spoke with earlier and his companion.

“Forgive the interruption, doctor. We’ve been ordered to prepare patient 9038 for your examination.”

Knowing exactly what that meant, the male in front of me backed away from the window, moving to the far corner of his room before kneeling with his hands folding cleanly behind his back. The sight was a bit discouraging, though I knew it was for the safety of everyone involved, it didn’t make it any easier to witness. Rather than a patient, it made him look like some sort of criminal. Holding back my dismay, I gave a half-hearted smile to the guards.

“Okay. J- er, Star,” I corrected myself. “said he would be in attendance for the exams today, will you make sure he’s in before we start?”

“I’ll find out.”

“Thank you. I was going to pop in across the hall to meet the other patient on my list before jumping into his physical, do I have time for that?”

“Sure. We’re technically operating on your schedule doctor. We’ll make time if we have to.”

“I appreciate that.”

I cast one last look at the still-crouched figure before retreating to let the soldiers to their jobs.

“You know where to find me then.”

They nodded, waiting until I had exited, and the doors closed securely behind me to complete their task. I pulled out the two folders belonging to the patients I would have to come back to see again later as I made my way back to my office to exchange patient sheets. A nervous pit settled deep within my gut knowing this would be my first time entering the other hall and seeing those it contained. I’d be lying if I didn’t say a part of me was hesitant to go in after hearing the commotion last night. I kept the wise words of the guards in the back of my mind as I made my way back down the hall. I purposely pulled patient 7753’s file to the front since he would be the other exam I was to do today.

The security stationed outside their hallway didn’t come off as friendly as the other two I spoke with last night. They didn’t really acknowledge me except to bid me entry. Not taking it to heart, I thanked them anyway as I slipped inside. It was dark, just the like other hall had been until I flicked the light switches, illuminating each room. I steadied the pounding of my heart, focusing on keeping my breathing under control and my steps confident as I approached the first window. I checked the patient number again, repeating them in my head like a mantra as I looked to match it to the sign posted on the wall of the room, but they didn’t match.

I had planned to move on rather quickly lest I kept 9038 or Jimin waiting for me in the medical bay, but I was stopped short upon seeing the figure looming so close to the edge of the glass. My heart jumped into my throat with how close he was despite knowing there was a barrier between us. Especially when taking in how his height rivaled 9038’s.

The reassurance that they weren’t able to see through the glass probably didn’t ease my nerves as much as General Baek intended. The man, err, creature? I honestly didn’t know how to refer to the being on the other side of the glass. He certainly looked like a man. The tall build, wide shoulders, thick arms and thighs, slim waist. The kind of man many men would be envious of physically. I trailed my eyes up, appreciating the chiseled jaw, full lips, shapely nose, my perusal cut short when I reached his eyes. His gaze was directed right at me. His eyes piercing me as if he knew I was here. They were dark, I could see the black bottomless pits from here and they never wavered despite not being able to see me. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to break away, my eyes dropping to the clipboard in my hands.

That was a little unsettling.

Focusing back on what I was here to do in the first place, I deviated from my original plan a little, letting my curiosity get the better of me as I sorted through the identification numbers on my papers to match with the one posted outside his door.

817941941

               Name: N/A

Spp.: Unknown

Height: 6’4

Age: Unknown

              Sex: Male

Scanning the rest of the document, I was, once again, taken aback to find the rest of the information lacking. Everything was blank apart from a small section claiming that they believed he was capable of understanding basic English commands, but doesn’t speak, English or otherwise. Realizing I would have my work cut out for me, if this was how all their records would look, I huffed lifting my gaze back to the individual inside only to jump away from the window. His large form had moved closer, nearly filling the window in its entirety with his head ducked down as if he had been reviewing the papers much like I was. His blonde locks that faded to a bright orange at the tips hung over his eyes as he lifted them back to mine, making them seem so much darker.

My brows furrowed in confusion. He stared right at me, like he knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was standing right in front of him on the other side of the wall, but the glass between us was one-way. Right? I didn’t think General Baek would have lied about that. Hesitantly, I raised my hand grasping the clipboard, holding it out to my right. Without missing a beat, his eyes flicked to the action, lingering briefly on what I was doing before flitting back to mine. He watched me warily, almost like he was trying to figure me out instead of the other way around.

“He can see me?” I murmured under my breath, letting my arm fall back down.

Completely baffled by the creature in front of me, I took a slow step forward. He looked down at me, not even blinking as I raised my other hand this time. Choking back my nerves, I reached for the glass, placing my palm against the cool mirror. The movement caught his attention again, black irises staring at my hand where it lay, tracing the lines along my palm and the length of my fingers. I watched as he looked down at his own hand, almost as if he didn’t recognize it. He flexed his fingers, clenching them into a fist before opening them. The tips of his fingers were black along with his nails. It made them look as if he had dipped them in grease and hadn’t bothered washing it off. He glanced up where my hand, still pressed to the glass, again gaze momentarily curious. I held my breath as he raised his hand, his palm meeting mine over the mirror.

A burst of awe spread through my chest, an unconscious smile forming over my lips as I huffed out a laugh. There was no doubt that he could see me now. He could see me and actively engaged with me. Lost in amazement, I didn’t notice that his attention had returned to me. Dark eyes taking in my expression lost in wonder. In response, he thrummed his fingers against the glass, black fingertips tapping over mine. Completely enamored, I made to return the gesture.

“Dr. Aurora.”

The call of my alias startled me. I jumped away from the glass again, my clipboard slipping through my fingers to clatter onto the tile under me. Flustered, I scrambled to pick it up, clutching it to my chest tightly as I straightened to meet General Baek’s intimidating stature.

“Yes, sorry General, you snuck up on me.”

His eyes wandered between me and patient 1941 suspiciously before finally settling on me.

“I noticed. It would be in your best interest to remain vigilant while you’re here doctor. Especially when dealing with them.” He tilted his head in the direction of the glass.

“Duly noted.” I responded, adjusting the clipboard and papers in my hand. “Was there something I could do for you, General?”

“Your first scheduled physical is ready for you in the medical bay. I’m here to escort you.”

“Right.” I mumbled flipping through my notes. “Patient 9038?” I confirmed, though I was well aware who I was examining.

“Correct. We figured he’d be a good introduction to the rest of them for you. Follow me please.”

He turned and began walking without sparing me a second glance. Brushing off his curt nature, I quickly looked back towards the room next to me. 1941 had returned to the far side of his small quarters. Eyes watching me closely as I lingered for half a second before quickly following the General. His sharp gaze remained on me until I was out of sight. Once he could no longer see, or hear me, he let his dark irises drop back to his hand where he held it out, fingers still spread wide as if it were still touching mine through the glass.

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After this amazing explanation by @sailoryooons... I have to find these types of fics.

Anyone has ideas?

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forgive me pistilverse fans i do not know what that it 😩✋

Omg please that is totally okay! Pistilverse is honestly not super common/widely known but I will explain it the best way that I can!

Essentially, pistilverse is an AU where there is a societal/biological hierarchy in which people are born as pistils or stamens. These two denotations essentially split humans into groups that determine how they bear children, sex traits, relationships, biology etc. It borrows terminology and science from plant relationships/cycles.

I like to compare it to a/b/o or omegaverse. A stamen is a human who would be like the alpha or the 'dominant' side of the pair, while the pistil would be similar to an omega or the more 'submissive' side of the pair.

In pistilverse, each stamen and pistil also have some sort of flower or botanical element assigned to them that when their in a relationship, that flower or element 'blooms' on their partner's skin. I've seen this used all sorts of different ways specifically and like instances of when it blooms/how it blooms/why it blooms are always up to the writer.

Essentially, it's just a layer of world-building that can be used to change social/biological/gender norms in a variety of different genre settings in fanfic!

I absolutely love this. Coming from individual who had a constant need to feel like they belong themselves and was tired of being used by multiple partners beforehand. This is a feeling that I’ve always longed to have and it feels so nice to read it happening to someone. 💜💜💜

marked [jwy x reader]

pairing: Wooyoung x gn afab reader (briefly feat. Yunho & background poly ot8)

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff, werewolf AU, found family

summary: Wooyoung is the newest member of your pack, and under tonight’s full moon you will claim him as your mate. (OR: Wooyoung knots for the very first time and you fuck him through it 👀)

wc: 8.1k

warnings: sub Wooyoung, dom alpha reader, reader is physically stronger than Wooyoung, predator / prey play, knotting, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected vaginal sex, creampies, stomach bulge / cum inflation, biting & marking (w/ light blood mention), cunnilingus, face-sitting, cum eating, reader has a mild possessive streak, implied m x m, Wooyoung is called ‘good boy’ & ‘pup’, a sprinkling of hurt / comfort

a/n: @wooyoungisbaby asked me if i would turn Wooyoung into a werewolf & then i blacked out and suddenly there were 8k of words on my screen ฅV•̀ᴥ•́Vฅ

a/n²: idk how to put this in the warnings but werewolves have an estrous reproductive cycle in this fic, and there is an off-hand mention that the reader is not currently fertile. just to balance out my own ‘love breeding kink, squicked by pregnancy’ conundrum ^^

Sunlight trickles through the cherry trees overhead, a light canopy of pastel pinks looking down on you and Wooyoung. The gentle sunlight warms you with the glow of spring, a blossom swirling down the breeze to land right on Wooyoung’s nose.

He barely even notices, too busy fussing in your embrace. You’re curled up against his back, and your arms have him pulled into your chest, legs tangled together. There is a blooming tapestry of red marks on his neck; gentle indents of your teeth, slow bruises sucked into his delicate skin.

You blow the cherry blossom off his nose with a giggle, and the pink petal flutters down into the grass, luscious green brimming with white and yellow daisies. The flowers give off a pleasantly sweet waft but you are not interested in floral aromas, only in the alluring scent radiating from Wooyoung’s heated body.

You burrow your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in deep as Wooyoung whines in your hold.

“Easy, pup,” you coo at him, and lightly pinch his waist in warning. “Don’t want to wear yourself out before tonight, do you?”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he says, wiggling in your arms. He hisses when your teeth sink into the tender skin of his neck again, the noise morphing into a breathy, pitched moan as you lap at the bite. “Just wanna play…”

You giggle at his protests; Wooyoung is easily the most rambunctious pup you have ever dealt with.

Sometimes you find it most effective to fuck the misbehaviour out of him, to burn off all his frenzied energy as you ride him — or to make him wear himself out on your cunt, your fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as you hold him down, his mouth eager to please.

But sometimes, that feels like just a bit too much of a reward for his mischievous ways.

For those moments, you prefer your current strategy; to force Wooyoung into a cuddle, spooning him as you playfully gnaw on his neck and shoulder. If you hold him down long enough, his endless squirming will tire him out just the same as any other method. Wooyoung might be energetic — but he is a young pup, turned only four weeks ago, whereas you are a born wolf, and he cannot stand up against your superior strength.

It’s hard to believe he has been in your life for barely a year; Wooyoung was all alone in the world when you stumbled on him during a hunt; a lonely, pitiful creature with no-one else to turn to. Your wolf had demanded for you to grant him protection and you listened, never led astray by your canine instincts. You brought him into the pack, where your mates welcomed him with open arms.

At first, it was just a visit; so he could catch his breath, rest up and decide what to do next. But when Wooyoung decided to extend his stay indefinitely, he soon decided he wanted to be turned as well.

(If there’s one thing you quickly learned about Wooyoung, it’s that he never does things halfway. It was you and your mates who talked him into waiting for a while, until he was absolutely sure, but Wooyoung never wavered.)

You were the one to do the honours, pinning him down under the light of the full moon, your seven mates surrounding you in a wide circle. Wooyoung had seen you in wolf form before; he’d even napped while curled up against your huge lycan body, engulfed in dark fur — but it was never like this, never with your jaws snapping right in his face, clawed paws heavy on his chest as your scorching breaths fell down on his vulnerable, tiny figure. You were careful not to crush him, of course, but he needed to keep still; no matter how willing he was, a human’s instinct runs deep when a predator’s maw closes around their weak flesh.

Wooyoung was not immune to those instincts, and your chest ached when he cried out in pain at your bite. His hands pushed uselessly against your head, but you are strong even for a wolf; and the limited capacities of his fragile human body stood no chance against you at the height of your power, basking in moonlight.

You had lapped at his wound afterwards, easing him through his shakes as your saliva mixed with his blood, broken skin mending under your raspy tongue into a darkened scar as the first seed of his transformation took hold.

For four weeks now, Wooyoung’s body has been changing under the surface. It comes with restless agitation, giving him more energy and stamina than he knows what to do with, yet the process is also exhausting; a slow adjustment to his heightened senses, stronger muscles, an increased sensitivity to the presence of others — your presence especially, as the one who turned him.

And tonight is an important stage in Wooyoung’s lycan life; the next full moon. His first complete transformation, catalysed by the moon’s bright luminescence.

The reshaping of his human body into a wolf is a symbolic milestone, but it will also unlock Wooyoung’s full potential, allowing him to grow into his full strength. With time, he will even learn to transform regardless of the night sky — though only few werewolves are powerful enough to deny a full moon.

(You are, but you see little reason to ever deny the celestial body that has given you so much.)

Now, lazing in the sun together, you lap at the scar you left on Wooyoung’s skin that night. All your other bites always heal rapidly but this one lingers, and always will. You are eager for tonight, when you get to add a second permanent mark to him. To imprint on him as your mate.

Your neck and shoulders are already littered with the seven bites of your other mates, binding their spirits to yours, but there is always room for one more; especially if that one more is your Wooyoung, your playful, mischievous pup whose sensitive heart bursts with love and easy affection.

Of course, you have laid with Wooyoung long before tonight — as have your other mates. You always needed to treat Wooyoung like glass, knowing how easily you could break him; but Wooyoung never made it easy to hold back.

Loneliness had carved a deep, dry well in his chest cavity; never realising the depths of his emptiness until you and your mates submerged him in a lake of care and devotion, replenishing his marred soul. Hungrily, Wooyoung had taken anything that you felt safe to give him, while he freely gave back all he had.

These past four weeks, you have tested his limits together, watched how they stretched further and further as Wooyoung slowly grows into his powers — and tonight, you won’t have to hold back any longer.

“Wanna play…” Wooyoung whines again, and you follow his gaze to San and Mingi, who are laughing and rough-housing by the edge of the nearby brook, just down a gentle slope of grassland.

You hesitate, not wanting to let go of Wooyoung. But… are you still holding onto him just to keep him well-behaved? Long years of sharing your mates have taught you to recognise a possessive streak when you feel one, and the resistance against releasing Wooyoung from your arms feels awfully familiar.

Maybe it’s nothing but greed; your urge to trap Wooyoung in your arms, to flood yourself in his scent, to keep his neck littered with your bites.

You had found Wooyoung, you had turned him, and a primal instinct calls out from deep within you, to always remind the others that you claimed him for his first full moon.

But from somewhere deep underneath the possessive wolf, you know very well that it would do Wooyoung good to stay bonded with your other mates — his future mates. They will respect your claim.

You tip Wooyoung’s chin, lightly pecking his lips. “Promise to save some energy for me, my sweet pup,” you smile at him, and loosen your grip.

Wooyoung perks up when you release him from your hold — but instead of immediately bolting off to San and Mingi, he turns around in your arms to dive in for a deep, heated kiss. He sucks at your bottom lip, repaying your bites with one of his own. You yelp in surprise at his sudden passion, and Wooyoung giggles at the undignified noise, his laugh bright and filled with adoration.

“I will,” he breathes between kisses. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His lips brush against your neck and shoulders, against the seven marks that he will join tonight. “Wanna be with you. So badly.”

“But first you wanna play,” you tease him, and lightly push him away, before your possessive nature takes over and you can never let him go ever again. “Go. They’re waiting for you. Just like I will.”

Wooyoung presses one final kiss to your neck, then lets himself be pushed away and joins San and Mingi. You watch them with an odd mingle of jealousy and joy; joy to see Wooyoung’s happiness with your other mates, jealous to see them without you.

It is a familiar maze to navigate; you are no stranger to possessive urges, yet you also feel blessed beyond measure that your mates love each other as much as they love you. The two feelings are in conflict yet forever intertwined; they are less two sides of the same coin, and more the sides of the same mobius strip; inherently connected, endlessly feeding into one another.

However, you are broken out of your musings by a gentle breeze from behind you. It brings a familiar scent that effortlessly tears the mobius strip in half, halting its flow through your emotions.

You turn around to see Yunho standing underneath one of the cherry trees, a few blossoms sticking to his dark hair and a faint smile on his face as he observes how the good-natured wrestling between San, Mingi and Wooyoung has turned into a rowdy cuddle pile. Yunho notices you looking at him, and he gives you a slow nod, eyes twinkling. You reach out a hand, beckoning him closer, and his smile deepens.

Yunho’s long fingers wrap around yours, never letting go as he sits down next to you in the grass. Immediately you take advantage of his proximity, wiggling yourself between his legs to curl up against his warm chest.

Yunho chuckles at your need for touch, loosely putting his arms around your waist. It’s a stark contrast to how you held Wooyoung earlier; Yunho does not fear the loss of you, resting in the tempered confidence from years of devotion. His mark on your neck is the oldest, and your eyes flutter shut as you luxuriate in the comfort of his scent, like earthy woods and petrichor. You didn’t realise just how badly you missed the grounding familiarity of him until right this second, and you sigh out in bliss, leaning deeper into him.

For just a moment, you let go of your possessive jealousy over Wooyoung — but Yunho does not.

“Gotta admit, didn’t think I’d see you separated from Wooyoung’s side anytime this month. Especially not today,” he chuckles, rubbing a lazy hand over your waist.

A self-conscious warmth flushes under your skin. Yunho does always see you clearest. “I got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“No more than last time,” he says, a quiet laugh rumbling in his chest. “Or any time before. Remember Hongjoong? Yeosang? We practically had to drag you off of them to give those poor guys some peace and quiet.”

“I was taking care of them!” you huff, even if you know Yunho’s right.

“And you’re taking good care of Wooyoung now,” Yunho says, and he presses a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m not saying it’s bad — I’m so happy that we have Wooyoung now, really,” he murmurs, gathering you a little closer in his arms. “But… I did miss you these last weeks. Especially knowing there won’t be a hunt tonight…”

“Oh? You think you would’ve been the one to catch me?” you tease Yunho, poking his chest. “Confident, aren’t we!”

“Think I would’ve had a good shot,” Yunho says, grin widening.

A faint heat sparks inside you at his easy confidence, bringing back memories of how he earned that confidence over and over again. “I missed you too,” you admit, feeling apologetic. You had promised to lead your mates on a chase under the full moon again soon; but through your refusal to share Wooyoung with the others, you also stopped sharing yourself. “We will make up for time after Wooyoung has settled, I swear.”

“I know we will,” Yunho hums. “For now, keep taking care of our Wooyoung first. The pup needs you to get through tonight.”

You glance up at Wooyoung — but the first thing you see is San, who is face-down in the grass, yelping as Mingi and Wooyoung playfully got him pinned down; Wooyoung’s teeth are locked around San’s bicep while Mingi laughs, nipping at his mark on San’s neck.

“…Or maybe San is the one who needs you?” Yunho says, cocking his head at the chaos in front of him.

San laughs helplessly, resigned to his fate, until he realises they are being watched. He wheezes out a weak “help!” as he reaches out to you and Yunho, a desperate dimple poking at his cheek.

Yunho muffles a laugh with his hand, and gives you a sideways grin. “I’ll get Mingi, you handle Wooyoung?”

You grin back at Yunho. “Oh, I’ll handle him alright.”

The day’s warmth has cooled in the hours of dusk, but there is nothing to cool the blood pulsing through your veins, running hot with canine hunger. The wolf inside you is utterly transfixed on Wooyoung; your senses are growing ever more keen as the moon bathes you in her light, and the scent of Wooyoung is almost overwhelming now. His sweetness permeates the air so thick that you can taste him on your tongue; his excitement, his impatience, his need to be taken and claimed by his alpha. By you.

Wooyoung turns his head, eyes glittering darkly as they meet yours, an agitated energy crackling around him.

This is all new to him, you remind yourself. He does not know what to do with all these untamed impulses that pound against his chest and growl in the back of his head. You will teach him, show him exactly how to control the wolf, and how to let it run free. You will show him everything.

And Wooyoung may be a predator now, but you shall devour him all the same.

You stand together at the forest’s edge, but your gaze lingers on Wooyoung’s exposed collarbones, already contemplating where to leave your mating bite. Right next to the mark of when you turned him? Or do you want to cover as many different parts of him as you can? Both options are tempting in their own ways.

For now, you simply cup the back of Wooyoung’s head and pull him close so you can kiss your first mark on him. “Remember the clearing we picked out?” you murmur, tongue darting out over the old scar tissue. “Let’s make a race of it. You get there before I do, I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Wooyoung says, his eyes shining with eager curiosity. “You’re on.”

Without warning, he bolts deeper into the forest, giving himself a generous head’s start as he leaves you behind. Your most rambunctious pup, for sure.

You grin, pleased at the challenge he gives you.

Just to give him fairer odds, you wait a little longer. You breathe in deeply as you pull the lingering scent of Wooyoung into your lungs, and clench your muscles, feeling your lupine power in just a simple contraction. You can still hear him in the distance, twigs breaking underfoot, the rustling of the underbrush. He is getting farther now, embracing his newfound agility; perhaps even thinking he stands a chance. You lick your lips at the thought, knowing how misguided it would be… then you leap into motion, starting your pursuit.

The wolf revels in this opportunity to show off its full power, and you dart through the woods with nimble swiftness. A faint cloud-cover hangs in the sky above, but the moon still pierces through to provide ample light. You do not need it, not with your keen senses guiding you; but for Wooyoung the illumination will surely be helpful to try and beat you to the clearing.

You can smell Wooyoung’s excitement in the air; you can hear him pant for breath as he pushes his body to new limits, fevered blood rushing through him with every pump of his heart, and his eagerness to outrun you feeds right into your own thrill of the chase.

Because for you, it’s not about whether Wooyoung beats you to the clearing.

For you, it’s about the hunt.

You are not as skilled a tracker as your other mates, but you don’t need to be. You know exactly where Wooyoung is going, and he is not subtle in making his way.

It does not take you long to catch up with Wooyoung, spurred on by your need to pounce on him, to finally claim what is rightfully yours. Wooyoung does not notice your presence immediately; he may be empowered by the moon same as you, but he is not as practised at making use of his gifts.

But when he does catch sight of you, your sudden proximity goads Wooyoung’s competitive spirit to new heights, completely unaware of the fact that he is not a competitor; he is prey. You revel in his innocent, breathless laugh, the lively spark in his eyes — eyes that widen when you lunge, right at him.

There is no real force behind your tackle, just playfully grabbing onto him to fall into a tumble together — then immediately release him. Wooyoung scrambles back on his feet, staring at you with wide eyes, his heart slamming against his rib-cage. His hair is in disarray, leafs and twigs stuck in the longish strands, a light scratch across his cheek.

“What was that?” he blurts out; miffed, but not entirely displeased. His scent easily gives that away.

“Better keep running, young pup,” you warn him, a light growl edging into your voice, lips curving to expose sharpened teeth.

Something about your grin causes a skip in Wooyoung’s pulse as he finally realises the true nature of your game. His human instincts have not yet faded entirely, a small bump of fear in his throat — but it is mere background noise in the heady waft of arousal that you catch in the air. Wooyoung is excited.

However, he is also not ready to submit to you, his rebellious spirit still burning strong. “Then you better keep up, old-timer,” he says, grinning right back at you.

He gives you no chance to respond to his taunt, dashing off through the woods again. Already Wooyoung is getting faster than before, and for a moment you indulge him again, letting him believe he is pulling ahead. The clearing is nearby; you can see it in the distance, cloud-cover pulling away to bathe the area in radiant moonlight, setting the forest aglow.

Wooyoung laughs in triumph at the sight; it is cute how confident he is of victory… but not cute enough to let him have it.

Again, you tackle him to the ground — and this time, you do not give Wooyoung an easy escape. He yipes, struggling on pure impulse as you wrestle him down, rolling over the rough forest until you pin down his arms and come to a stop, right on a soft patch of moss.

He whines and instinctively tries to throw you off him, but your grip on him is too tight. He stills when you drape yourself over him, breath scorching against his neck. The vein beneath your lips throbs.

“Surprise,” you whisper, and latch onto his throat.

Wooyoung cries out, back arching as he scrambles to grab onto your shoulders, hips jerking upward. He is hard against your thigh.

You draw a shuddering breath at how he squirms against your hold, exuding dizzying arousal from his pores. Already Wooyoung’s nails begin to elongate into claws, digging through your clothes to scrape at your shoulders. You giggle at his lack of control, allowing your teeth to sharpen as you nip at his jugular.

“Not so fast, my sweetling,” you say, trailing your mouth up to his jaw. “No need to rush. Let’s have some fun first.”

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as he trembles, the beast within encroaching on his lucidity. “D-don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” you growl lowly, yanking his arms down to force them against the ground. “You will listen to your alpha, pup, and it’s not your time yet.”

Wooyoung whimpers in submission, tilting his head back as the wolf retreats with its tail tucked between its legs. You lap at the exposed skin of his neck to soothe the harshness of your reprimand, but it needed to be done.

Wooyoung is such an energetic pup; better he burns some of that energy now, to make his transformation easier to control. It’ll be hard enough on him as it is, and you will do anything within your power to smoothen the process.

Just lucky for you that the best way to help Wooyoung, is exactly what your own wolf calls out for; demanding for you to ravish Wooyoung until not an inch of his skin has gone untouched, to mark him as your own. To have him sink deep inside your waiting cunt, and take everything he has to give.

You press your mouth against his in a starved kiss, tongue delving past his willing lips as you pull and tear at his clothes, encouraging him to do the same with yours. Your fingers glide over Wooyoung’s chest, his stomach, his thighs, every part of him you can reach; never stopping the slow roll of your hips into his, hot mouth swallowing every moan wrested from Wooyoung’s throat by your aggressive worship.

His muffled keening makes your blood sing, but it is not enough, not nearly enough to sate you. You tear your lips away from his and Wooyoung whines at the loss, his moans free and loud and delectable.

Your wolf growls sweetly, pleased at Wooyoung’s shameless need for you, and for a moment you simply revel in his existence, his pretty noises, the pitiful way he writhes underneath you. You admire how his tanned skin glows under the moonlight, stars dancing in the reflection of his wide, dark eyes as he stares up at you in desperate reverence.

“Hmgh, w-want— want—” he babbles, a shimmer of unshed tears joining the vibrant constellation in his eyes.

You can’t help but marvel at how fortunate you are, to have found another beautiful mate to add to your devoted family. Your fingers play over his sharp jawline, his striking features merging together into such a pretty face. The face of someone who is so generous with his love and his mischief; using both to take care of his loved ones in all the ways they need — but first needing to be tamed himself.

“Hm? What do you want, Wooyoungie?” you purr at him, pushing away the tattered remains of clothes. His cock is hot and aching against your folds, but you don’t take him inside just yet. “Behave, and I might just give it to you.”

Wooyoung makes a tearful noise, grabbing at your waist and ass with sharpened claws. “Want you,” he whines, and you hiss at how his nails scrape at your skin. He tries not to scratch at you, but Wooyoung does not know his own body right now, struggling to comprehend both his limits and full capabilities. “Please, please, need you, it— it’s too much, I can’t—”

A thin sheen of sweat sets his skin further aglow, and his addled pleas slip deep between your ribs, appealing to the softer side of your wolf — with success. Because you are not only a predator; as an alpha, you are a caretaker as well.

And, looking at your sweet pup, whose lucidity is rapidly slipping through his clawed hands, who is frenzied and disoriented from what’s happening to him; perhaps ‘behave’ is too cruel a demand to make of him right now.

Gently you peel his hands off of you, and lift them to your lips to nip at his knuckles. “Breathe, my good boy, deep breaths,” you soothe him, rolling your hips a little firmer against his cock, giving him much-needed friction. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

Wooyoung tries to follow instructions, drawing hitched breaths — but he chokes on a wretched groan when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, and guide him as you sink down with a blissful sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Your body is pliant for him, enveloping him in wet heat, and Wooyoung gasps with sharp, staccato moans as his hips jerk, body trembling. He claws at the moss underneath, leaving deeply etched trails in the dirt.

There is a subtle elongation in his joints, the faint crackling of bones and muscle shifting underneath skin as his veins grow more prominent. You bare your teeth, snarling lowly at his wolf to back off, but you know it won’t allow itself to be repressed for much longer. It’s almost time.

You rest your hands on Wooyoung’s chest to give yourself leverage, and start to move.

Wooyoung’s whines grow more animalistic by the second as you ride him hard and fast. He bucks up to meet your every thrust, pouring all his aggression into the slam of his hips. Your cunt twitches around his cock as he hits deep inside, a pleased growl rumbling inside your chest.

The forest is quiet around you, nothing but a soft rush of wind and rustling leafs; its inhabitants know better than to come near two wolves in their moon’s heat. Nothing except the sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin, of raspy moans and pleased snarls.

The heady smell of sweat and arousal mingles with the freshness of the woods, gentle moss and sweet blossoms. Slick leaks down your thighs and onto Wooyoung’s pelvis, and your own instincts become harder and harder to ignore with Wooyoung laying right there underneath you, flushed and splayed out over the forest ground with the vulnerable column of his neck beckoning for your attention. It’s too early for that, but still you drape yourself over him, slating your mouth over his in something that can’t decide whether it’s a bite or a kiss.

Wooyoung groans against your lips, so tightly wired he might snap at any moment. He is beyond desperate for a quick release of tension and you do your best to provide, relentless as you hump into his lap. His cock drags against your clit with every swerve of your hips, your thoughts becoming hazier with every spike of heat Wooyoung sends through you.

Unable to help yourself, your lips trail to his shoulder; the one unmarred by your other bite from turning him. You lap at the skin, exploratory grazes of your teeth as you kiss and suckle at Wooyoung until this side of his neck is completely reddened with bruises and faint teethmarks.

Wooyoung whimpers and snarls, his clawed hands back on your waist as he convulses underneath, the mounting pleasure just as overwhelming as his primal instincts. His skin is feverish, same as yours, sweat-slicked bodies coiled around one another, muscles rippling under the moonlight with brutal stamina.

Suddenly Wooyoung’s noises rise in pitch, and you can feel it before he can even slur the words out, tongue lolling in his mouth.

“F-fuck, it’s— It’s happening— I’m— I— mngh, ahh—”

He swells inside you and Wooyoung stutters out a broken cry when, for the first time in his life, his knot grows.

His jaw falls slack, voice stuck in his throat and tears brimming on his lashes. You tighten around him, hips forced to a halt by the swollen tissue at the base of Wooyoung’s cock, keeping him locked inside you as he shudders and floods your throbbing walls with white heat.

It’s enough to send you over the edge with him, his knot stretching you out and pressing just right against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your vision whites out with a roar of static as your wolf slips out just a little further, and you sink your sharp teeth into soft flesh, breaking skin as you finally claim what is rightfully yours.

Wooyoung spasms underneath you, his arms trembling as he scrambles to hold onto you, every contraction of your walls draining him further.

Mindlessly, you mouth at the bleeding wound, uncaring of the metallic taste on your tongue as you encourage the skin to knit together into a scarred mark that will never fade. Your head is empty; all you know is to lap at Wooyoung’s tender neck, to grind into him with your limited movement, every instinct crying out to chase down your pleasure, demanding for Wooyoung to surrender all he has to you.

The predatorial haze takes over, and you don’t snap out of it until you taste a faint whiff of distress in Wooyoung’s whimpers.

“Ngh, ‘s too much— Ah, ahhhh, Alpha…” he calls weakly for you, his instincts in conflict with itself; the wolf needs to buck into you until his knot softens and he has nothing left to give — but those final remnants of the human still linger, desperate and overwhelmed by his own body’s hunger.

His distress shakes you out of your daze, leaving you to feel oddly unsatisfied and untethered. The mating is not yet finished; Wooyoung’s spirit tugs at yours but it is one-sided, incomplete. You are incomplete.

But you push your discomfort aside, knowing it is only temporary. You have been through this before; Wooyoung hasn’t. He needs you to be strong, to guide him.

You run a clawed hand through his hair and press a soft kiss on his swiftly healing mark. The bleeding has stopped already. “Do you trust me, sweet pup?” you ask, trying to sound gentle despite the roughened edge in your voice.

“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffles, turning his head so he can nuzzle at your palm.

“You can do this, I know you can,” you reassure him, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Been doing so well, my good boy, need you to be strong for me just a little longer.”

He nods shakily. “Oh-okay, hmnh, I trust you…”

Affection bubbles warmly in your chest, watching how Wooyoung tries to blink away his tears. Despite himself, he can’t stop his shallow rutting up into your cunt; his wolf knows he has yet more to give, won’t let him rest until he has spilled all his seed in your womb, safely stuffed inside by his knot.

There is no stopping this, and so you take him through it, as gentle as your canine impulses will allow; leading his confused body to pleasure with your hands and your mouth on his body, wherever you can reach, wherever makes him feel good.

Wooyoung follows easily, and soon his gasps and whimpers are sweet to your ears again; his body no longer confused. You stop holding back, sucking at his throat and clenching around his cock until he cums again, and again, sobbing and writhing in sublime torment as he generously fills you up, your stomach starting to distend from the sheer volume of his cum.

The shift inside him is gradual. His lupine side slowly grows louder, more demanding, until it is powerful enough to endure the onslaught on his senses. Wooyoung’s whimpers turn to low growls, gritted teeth sharpening into fangs, and a jolt of excitement sears through you.

It is time to bare your neck to him.

You tightly wrap yourself around Wooyoung and overturn the two of you, landing on your back so Wooyoung is on top of you, your legs locked around his waist with him still buried deep inside your wet cunt. Wooyoung yipes, disoriented by the sudden change, but groans deeply when you tangle a hand through his hair, yanking him to where you need him.

Wooyoung shudders as he breathes you in, mouthing at your neck and shoulders, tongue lavishing at the seven marks already there like he can taste your mates (his future mates) through them. He never stops his shallow, clumsy rutting, grinding his pelvis hard into your clit, his knot pressed against your walls.

Your breath hollows at the constant friction, panting at how he tongues your skin, honing in on his chosen spot. Your hand tightens in his hair, pressure building in your stuffed belly.

“Do it,” you rasp, voice hoarse from exertion and your own impending transformation. “Almost there, my pup. Do it, claim me.”

Wooyoung needs no further encouragement, budding fangs sinking into your shoulder, right next to Yeosang’s mark. Euphoric pain bursts through you as he bites down, still humping mindlessly in pursuit of more, more.

You mewl as tension coils and sings through you, every sensation intensified in the heat of the joining. Entangled in body and spirit, fierce desire spilling over into one another as the mating ritual is completed with a forceful rush of ecstasy. You clench around Wooyoung as the heat washes over you, clamping down on his thick knot with a ragged moan. Wooyoung snarls into your shoulder when your walls tighten around his cock, shuddering with yet another release as you pull him into freefall with you, a weightless plunge into searing pleasure.

Wooyoung trembles above you, his body shaking violently as he twitches and spills ever deeper inside your cunt. Humming with gratification, you press his hand against the swell of your stomach, to let him feel how he has filled you up. Wooyoung groans, careful not to dig his claws into your belly, still shaking.

His fangs finally detach from your injured flesh — and he immediately collapses on top of you, worn out from the mating and from cumming inside you so many countless times.

You breathe hard, putting your arms around Wooyoung’s collapsed body. For a moment you think he has passed out completely… but then you feel his raspy tongue on your skin, tiredly lapping at the fresh bite on your shoulder to try and encourage the wound to close up and heal into his mark, binding you together. Your body does not really need Wooyoung’s help, your innate regenerative powers more practised than his own, but you still burst with fondness at his care; pushing through his exhaustion to tend to you.

(You truly are so very lucky, to have found this mate.)

Wooyoung can’t possibly have much more left in him; but his wolf is not done with him yet. You can tell clearly from his scent and, more significantly, from the way his knot has not begun to soften yet.

Your lycan instincts roar at you to keep fucking Wooyoung, to drain him completely empty so he can breed you — but you repay his kindness, tending to him first.

Carefully, you gather Wooyoung in your arms, lifting him as you get up on your feet. He whines, his trapped cock twitching tiredly at the change in position. You are a little shaky from your own exhaustion, from holding your instincts down, but Wooyoung feels light as a feather under the power of the full moon.

You carry him to a sheltered spot right at the base of a cherry tree, where blossoms slowly flutter to the ground in a gentle breeze. There you find slight cover from the moonlight, and you know he can transform here with as much comfort as is possible.

Still careful, you lay Wooyoung down to straddle him again. He is whimpering, thick tears glistening on his cheeks, and a sweet satisfaction rumbles in your chest at the sight. You bend down and indulge in the taste of his flushed, salty skin with sweeping strokes of your tongue, the wet muscle slowly elongating as the full moon’s peak draws closer.

You don’t have much time left, so you slowly continue the shallow roll of your hips, mouth trailing down his neck to suck soothingly at his fresh mark. Your hands run up and down his chest, clawed fingers lightly scratching over his dark nipples.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet,” you hum in his ear, nipping at the lobe. “Gonna take all you have to give, make you stuff me full until I’m leaking around your knot, until I’m well and bred. Wouldn’t that be perfect, hm? My little pup giving me pups of his own.”

Your estrous cycle is not in its fertile phase right now, but that makes the thought of carrying Wooyoung’s litter no less sweet. How he would dote on his little ones, spoiling them rotten when he’s not busy trying to fuck more into your womb.

The thought stirs you up as much as it does Wooyoung; he snarls through his cries, bucking his hips in a futile attempt to flip you back over. You growl back at him in challenge, daring him to try. Making him waste all his excess energy as you ride him for a few final spurts of his seed until he cums dry inside you.

Wooyoung still whines and squirms, but it’s getting weaker and weaker, and his cock finally softens. It won’t be long before his knot follows, and you shower his teary face with tender kisses during the wait. You squeeze around him just one more time, unable to resist teasing a last whine out of your new mate.

He is completely worn out, just as you intended, moaning hoarsely when his knot gradually softens, a translucent trickle escaping past it onto Wooyoung’s lap. He makes a noise between relief and regret when you let his cock slip out, grabbing at your hips to keep you close.

Fur is starting to stand on his knuckles, and you huff in amusement when you realise he is pulling your hips forward while wiggling down himself, trying to get your thighs in his face.

“Greedy pup, haven’t I tired you out enough?” you lovingly chide him, pinching his cheek. You had anticipated for increased stamina, but his vigour goes beyond your expectations; you can only imagine what waits for you as he grows and settles into his full powers in the months to come.

Wooyoung grates out a low whine, an inhuman noise while the beast encroaches further onto his mind and body. “H-hungry…”

It can do no harm, you suppose, and you are never one to tell Wooyoung ‘no’ when he wants to sate his appetites on your cunt. So you indulge, allowing him to nuzzle at your soft thighs, smearing his cheeks with sticky arousal.

Tiredly he laps at your juices and the steady trickle of seed leaking from your cunt, his hand pressed on your belly. The bulge is less prominent without his cock and knot stuffing you full, but there is still a faint swell of his cum, amplifying the curve of your stomach.

You growl lightly at the lazy swipes of his tongue, leaving tingles of pleasure in its wake that are just enough to stir arousal but not enough to lead to a final release. Your own hunger snakes its eager tendrils through your veins, and you tangle a hand in Wooyoung’s hair to steer him, his mouth on your weeping hole and nose on your swollen clit.

He groans at your unspoken demand, fingers digging into your thighs as he slurps noisily and lets you use him freely for your needs. His tongue grows thicker as it elongates inside your velvet heat, and your grip on Wooyoung’s hair tightens with a sharp moan at the coarser texture against your walls, plunging as deep as it can reach.

You shudder and snarl, eyes squeezed shut in the chase for another high, closing in on your quarry with ease. Heat spikes in your core and fresh slick gushes onto Wooyoung’s long tongue as your thighs clench around him, like jaws snapping around their prey.

Panting hard, you ride it out against Wooyoung’s eager face, nudging his nose against your clit — but then the full moon reaches her highest point in the night sky, and Wooyoung cannot deny her any longer, even if you tried to keep him in line. But you don’t try, instead heeding the moon’s call same as him.

You shake off the unsteadiness from your orgasm best you can, and lift yourself off Wooyoung’s face to turn him around onto his elbows and knees, from where he claws at the moss and dirt around him, carving deep gashes into the dirt as his muscles and bones stretch and reshape themselves with loud, visceral noises.

Wooyoung is completely exhausted, so fucked out that he has barely any strength to fight the transformation; no human resistance left in him to make the process more painful and drawn out. Still, you hastily shift into your own wolf form, changes rippling through your body with a swift smoothness from countless moons of experience. It comes as natural to you as breathing, the enormous hulking mass of your canine body as familiar as your human shape.

You use your massive bulk to tower over Wooyoung, mounting his convulsing body to keep him restrained. Your maw gently but firmly closes around the nape of Wooyoung’s neck to calm him, partially shifted and covered with dark fur.

He spits out yowls and other animalistic noises as he changes underneath your, scrambling for purchase as hands and feet make place for clumsy paws. Wooyoung’s body swells in size, pushing against your larger form, but you stay firmly mounted until Wooyoung has completely slipped into his wolf and his shakes have subsided, slowly quieting down.

A hush falls over the forest in the wake of Wooyoung’s very first transformation.

Even you find yourself struck with awe as you clamber off of him, recognising the honour of being his witness. His crumpled form still breathes heavily, and you nudge your muzzle at his chest to help him upright, steadying him on his four legs.

Your sharp eyes take in his appearance with wonderment and admiration. Wooyoung is slightly undersized for a wolf, but with strong limbs and a beautiful shining coat, dark with conspicuous streaks of grey across the lines of his canine face. His eyes are a striking gold, long tongue lolling out of his mouth as he looks back at you with what you recognise to be a grin.

He yelps playfully and without further warning, roils back and pounces at you.

The following scuffle is embarrassingly short; he whines when you pin him yet again, but the sound is pleased, like he’s gotten exactly what he wanted. You huff a rumbling laugh of sorts and bend down to drag your tongue over his snout, overwhelmed with affection for your boisterous pup — no, wolf.

You throw your head back, and a deep howl echoes through the forest. Wooyoung joins you in a lupine duet, and it is not long before your other mates respond to the call with their own voices from elsewhere in the woods, knowing they have been summoned.

Mere minutes pass until they find you in the clearing, small groups of twos and three emerging from the cover of the forest.

You watch how they approach Wooyoung and sniff at each other; your mates are meeting Wooyoung for the first time all over again, while Wooyoung perceives them in greater depth, enriched by his wolf’s perspective.

Wooyoung basks in the attention, ears perked up and tail wagging adorably; your pup may have grown into a wolf, but he is not quite a predator yet. Seonghwa takes the last turn to reacquaint himself with Wooyoung, and immediately tries to groom his future mate, nipping at his fur — but Wooyoung has no patience to keep still, his energy renewed and bursting at the seams from his metamorphosis.

He slips away from Seonghwa and decides to test his newfound powers again with another playful pounce — targeting Jongho this time. Jongho, among the very strongest in the pack, predictably snorts and bucks Wooyoung off him with ease, retaliating within the blink of an eye.

Just like that, you and your mates spent the night together with playfights and chases, with long peaceful interludes where you are curled up against each other in a large pile of paws and fangs and fur, napping and grooming one another. You do not nap however, tireless under the moon and from the exhilaration of your new connection to Wooyoung, who whines affectionately as you lick at his face and lock your jaws gently around his muzzle.

As the night draws to a close, you lead Wooyoung away from your other mates, who seem to instinctively understand your needs. They let you have this one last selfish impulse, to keep Wooyoung for yourself again when he changes back.

You lay pressed together in the grass at the edge of the forest, blossoms scattered around you, watching the sun come up in the distance after the moon has shied away.

The transformation back to one’s human side is much easier, especially after a fulfilling night like this. The wolves have been sated, willing to rest until they are called upon again. It’s not long before Wooyoung’s naked human form rests next to you, half draped over your own body as he nuzzles at the fresh mark on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Are you alright, my pup?” you hum at him, gently carding your fingers through his dishevelled hair. Your skin tingles at the press of his lips against his bite.

“‘M not a pup anymore,” he mumbles against your shoulder, childishly petulant but, strictly speaking, not wrong either.

You breathe out a laugh at his grousing. “Of course, you big strong wolf,” you tease him, “but you are still my good boy, right?”

Wooyoung raises his head, dark eyes glittering in the budding sunlight with an unexpected solemnity in his expression. “Always,” he says, and rubs his nose against yours. “That’s what this means, right? I never have to leave now?”

You swallow down a sudden lump in your throat, resolving yourself to never stop pouring your care and affection into the deep well of Wooyoung’s heart. To make sure he never feels the need to ask that question ever again.

“You could have stayed no matter what. This pack is your home now, whether you are our mate or not,” you press on him, foreheads touching, “…but no, you never have to leave.”

Wooyoung’s worry fades at your reassurance — and makes way for a crooked grin as he cheekily bites his lip at you. “Would you hunt me down if I tried?”

With a good-natured growl, you flip Wooyoung onto his back and sit on his thighs, hands pushing his shoulders down. “Every single time,” you rasp. “We all would, all eight of us. You’d never stand a chance.”

Wooyoung draws a shaky breath, and you are amused to feel him twitch against your cunt. Seriously?

“All eight of you,” he sighs out, almost wistfully. “Doesn’t feel real yet, that you are my mate now. Tonight… tonight was just… yeah. Wish it never ended.” He tiredly grins up at you. “And I got seven more times waiting for me.”

He giggles, clearly not complaining about the prospect, and cranes his neck to reach up for a light kiss. You meet his lips halfway, deepening the kiss with just a touch of possessiveness at the mention of the other mating rituals.

It’s that inherent contradiction once again; even if your possessive streak is fading now that your mating bite clearly stands out against Wooyoung’s skin, a faint echo still rings through you, urging you to keep him to yourself — but you also revel at the prospect of witnessing how Wooyoung accumulates seven other marks next to yours, tightening his bonds into your family until you are one great whole.

It’s the latter emotion that asserts its dominance right now, your wolf humming contently at the thought of you and your family engulfing Wooyoung with such fierce devotion that he will always know that he belongs.

“Seven times,” you promise him in a hush, pecking his lips again, “and then a lifetime more to come.”