Christmas/holiday Prompt #1 With Jin Please!

Christmas/holiday prompt #1 with Jin please! 💙

Christmas Miracle

Pairing: Jin!roommate x reader roommate Premise: Stuck in your apartment due to the rapidly approaching storm, it would take a Christmas miracle to change your grinch of a mood or maybe two? Prompt: "Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3 AM!" "If Santa can do it so can I."

"Holy shit! What are you doing?!"Jin screeches as he enters your shared kitchen. You had technically been sitting at the island in the dark so it wasn't too surprising that you scared him when he turned the light on, either way you didn't flinch.

He jumped so easily to which you found out very quickly when you two first moved in together. Your friendship grew close over the span of 3 years being in each others spaces. He had met your friends, and you met his. You also joined him and his friends visiting his home quite a few times, his parents and brother were welcoming when you showed up the first time. Even now his mum occasionally called you asking how you were, directly wanting to speak to you.

You had grown accustomed to what you two were now.... and if some part of you may have grown to yearn for more, no one needed to know.

“Well after a long therapy inducing video call with my mother, informing her that I will not be making it home for Christmas because of the storm….. I was in need of some guilt food.” You wave the homemade baked good in the air, somehow like it explained everything.

"Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3AM!" He huffs, taking the seat next, giving you his unsubtle side glance. He did that when he was worried but assumed it was better not to say anything.

"If Santa can do it so can I...." You mumble taking another large bite of the sugar cookie. Mouth full you still ask him, "When are you leaving?"

"In about 2 hours" He snatches the cookie out of your hand taking a bite for himself, you stare at him in shock and betrayal, unbothered he continues munching. "The storm report says it's coming in around 6am, I want to be either at my parents or close to by that point."

"Smart move." You agree, grabbing at the last part of the cookie before he can stop you you shove it into your mouth chewing vigorously to swallow it down.

"So what's your plan now?" He doesn't make a move to retaliate, so you assume he's accepted it as he takes is phone out of his pocket and begins tapping on the screen. Probably one of those daily games he plays so much.

"Stay here?" Shrugging at your own suggestion. "Eat my share of cookies I made, binge a show? Who knows I might get a little wild."

"You? Wild?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Call it a Christmas miracle."

"Do you want to spend Christmas with me and my family?" He asks, any hint of mocking from before is gone.

"Hah?" That wasn't the politest response you could have given but atleast you hadn't choked.

"My brother and his wife are already there, they'd both love to see you again." He gives you genuine smile. "Not to mention my parents."

"But is that really ok? I don't want to intrude on anything." There was no way he couldn't hear how loudly your heart was beating, and if he couldn't he must be deaf. The whole neighbourhood could probably hear it.

"Of course! Plus you're already packed. It's a win-win." Clearly your face doesn't share his confidence. "Look I'll prove it."

He looks at his phone, doing something on it before placing it on the marbled counter top.

"Wha-" You're cut off from asking anything else, his phone rings aloud only once before the line is picked up.

'Seokjin, is everything ok?'

"Yes mum, can you please tell y/n you already said it's ok for her to spend Christmas with us?" He smirks at you.

'Y/N dear, of course it's more than ok!'

"Mrs. Kim, thank you so much, but what are you doing awake at this time of night?"

'We're all waiting until Seokjin gets here, the storm is too worrisome for us to sleep.'

'IS THAT JINNIE?' You hear a voice boom from the background of her call.

'Yes it's your brother. Y/N will be joining us for Christmas this year.'

'Y/N!' You hear him cheerfully call to you, you can't help but laugh and give a small hello. 'About time Jinnie finally grew a pair and asked you out. I was loosing all hope for him.'

You don't know what to say, your brain short circuits. Grow a pair? Ask you out? What just happened.

"I'll text you when we leave, Bye!" Jin hangs up hastily, giving you a sheepish smile then averting his gaze. But you're stuck looking at him.

"...Jin..." You take a moment to calm yourself, his brother may have just been joking. "What was your brother talking about 'loosing hope'?"

"Uh ha ha." He looks at you again, before giving an audibly shaky exhale. "I didn't really plan to talk to you about this until after Christmas, but um- you see, over these past years of living together and being really good friends I've realized my feelings for you have changed. My family also knows that they've changed and they've been nagging at me to tell you, because in some weird delusion they think you might feel the same way."

'Feel the same way' you both felt the same way?

"And I'll take any Christmas miracle for that to be true. I really would like to be more for you..."

"Well," You start slowly. "It looks like one of us is getting their miracle."

You let out an airy chuckle, before relaxing. You gave Jin's shoulder a little bump snapping out of his stuper.

"Or maybe both? I can still be a little wild at my in-laws place." You snatch another cookie off the plate, leaving your seat and heading to your room to grab any last minute things. But that doesn't mean you're out of earshot to hear him shout from the kitchen.

"THANK YOU CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!"

I would not be able to sit quietly from something like this. The bet au's have me loosing my mind most of the time. I just can't seem to let go of my need to confront..

Oh you caught that did you? He has to say yes to one of us eventually, at this point I don't even care who. Just that he says yes 🤣

Gambler's Ruin

Warnings: Swearing, toxic friendships

Pairing: college students!BTS x reader

Premise: It was a bet gone wrong. A bet they didn't think they'd loose.

Author’s notes: Hello! This one was inspired by the tropes of a 'BET'. I realized I'd get super frustrated with the OC's, if it was me I'd be mad. Beyond mad, so I wanted to do one were OC would get mad as well. Sorry this is me projecting this time!

Word count: 2.6K

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“The tweedles wanted to know if we were gonna hit up Taemins party this weekend.” Plopping down at one of your university's library table, one that your close friend has currently sprawled out a cluster of study material. Every fibre of his being looks like it’s completely absorbed into the text.

“Dunno. What'd you tell them?” Hoseok replies, not looking up from his books and laptop.

“That I’d check with you first, you have the last mid term next Tuesday.” You shrug, knowing full well that he wasn’t looking. You pull out your phone to scroll through your Insta feed. You often stay with Hoseok while he studied and you had a free block. A silent company you both enjoyed.

Everyone knew that when the 5 of your showed up at a party, it was officially a banger. The other 3 of your friend group tending to opt out. They weren’t really parting goers and you could understand why. They had other interests that took up their spare time. As the 8 of your struggles through studies you’d either be together or on most Friday nights the 5 of you would be out. 

It had been like it since you transferred mid semester a few months ago. The youngest 3, plus Hoseok calling you over one day out of the blue to ask if you were new. Upon saying you were, they instantly decided you’d be there friend. You weren’t sure at first, you didn’t want to make friends. But meeting the rest of the guys, you had quickly fallen into place. You were all similar in some ways, so it wasn’t hard to lose your reservations.

“Um… babed, I need to talk to you about something.” His normally steady chipper voice coming out somber, a slight tremble. You peer up at him over your phone. He’s abandoned his studying completely to face you. 

“Uh, yea. What wrong?” Placing your phone on the table you equally give him your attention.

“Fuck, I don't even know where to start.” If you though his voice sounded strained and trembling before, you were really worried now.

“Spit it out man, you’re freaking me out.” You push. 

“Shit ok, me and a couple of the guys made a bet the first time we met you, that we could make you fall for one of us. It’s stupid and immature and I’m sorry I even took part in it. But this friendship is more important then that and I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.” His words spew out of him like they burn his mouth. The faster he gets it out the less pain you’d both endure.

Each word takes you by surprise, you don’t react right away. Allowing yourself to contemplate his words carefully. 

“Who else?” 

“That’s not really for me to say, they should be telli-“ He tries.

“The tweedles then” You knew already. Somehow you always knew there was something off.

“Wh-” 

“It was kinda obvious. They have a reputation for playing with girls. I’ve had multiple old conquests of theirs come up to warn me about them.” You give him a reassuring look. Besides you in the party group he was the only one with a decent reception with women. His ex only had ever said sweet things about him, so it was shocking to hear that he was in on it. 

However, people do crazy things during heartbreak and you did transfer in shortly after they separated. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt. He was telling you about it and he seemed sincere.

“Hell Jimin was bragging to Namjoon about the girl he took home weeks ago. And dumb and dumber were arguing over which one of them the waitress winked at the other weekend. You’d think they’d outgrown that shit by now, but I guess that’s Tae and jk for you” You continue. “And thank you for telling me.”

“I’m just I’m glad you hadn’t fallen for any of them yet” His breathing evening out now in relief. “I would have hated myself if you had but didn’t know.” 

That makes you stop.

“Yet? I wouldn’t have.” Your amused scoff takes him by surprise. You watch his face contort into suspicion.

“Really? You’re telling me none of them have a chance.”

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m telling you. They’re not my type.” You were baffled. Did he seriously not notice your outward pining for a particular friend of theirs. “Besides I already like someone… and I here thought I was making that disgustingly obvious”

You give him a moment to mull over your words, you can almost see the words turning, the gears smoking. Before his realization crashes down on him. 

“That’s what all those marriage jokes are?! You like Yoongi?” Forgetting where you are he voice reaching too loud. Many hushes and shushes are directed towards your table. You don’t even flinch, watching him in amusement as we apologizes to the others around him before turning back to you.

You let out a dramatically long sigh, “He hasn’t said no yet, he may ignore it but one day I’ll wear him down” 

You shoot him a wink.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“That I am not my friend, so will you be my best man or are you gonna be his at our wedding? Because honestly I don’t think I’m willing to give you up now, your speech would be one for the books”

“You are crazy” Finally a smile cracks on his dumbstruck face.

“Crazy in love~” you sing sweetly leaning into him.

“You’re gross.” He chuckles, pushing you away from him.

“And you my sunshine are going to buy me dinner as your apology and we are going to discuss wedding decor.” 

Slinging your arm around his shoulder you wiggle your eyebrows at him. He attempts to muffle his laugh in his hands, muttering a ‘deal’ to your demands.

For now you’d think over what you knew. You had to find out what was more important now: your friendship or their stupid bet.

Because either way they were about to lose.

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Sitting in the canteen of the university, you can hear the chattering around you, but your too lost in thought to notice anything. You’re staring idly at your phone, boots up on the table unable to reign in your annoyance. The tweedles had messaged about meeting up for lunch, you had agreed, unknowingly to them, under terms of interrogating them about their little bet. However, something in the air had changed when you saw them walk in. They waved at you before grabbing food and then heading over. You fell into your regular banter and small talk, body still reclined against the plastic chair, now not held up by tension, but an underlying need to know. What was more important to them.

So you hatched your plan right there and then. 

“Everything ok?” Jungkook chimes at you from across the table. “Not eating today?”

“Yea just not hungry. Heard something today and it makes me feel sick.” You reply solemnly, purposefully being vague. Your eyes soft as you meet his, not giving anything away. 

“What?” Taehyung pipes up next to you.

You fight against yourself, wanting to smirk, but you maintain a somber appearance. You knew they would take the bait

“I heard from the other campus that there’s a group of guys tricking girls into liking them. Apparently they have some sick wager on it, these poor girls.” You sigh deeply, shaking your head in disapproval. “And for these guys to just drop the girl after. How can some people be so heartless?”

You ignore the startled and pointed looks the give each other. Pretending not to see the panic as you focus your gaze back on your phone. Giving them a few moments of silence to answer, to respond in some way. When they don’t you try again.

“Why can’t people just be honest? To use others emotions for a twisted game. If it were me, I’d let it go if they told me the truth. Like it’s a shitty way to start a friendship but if it means something, it makes it so much worse.”

It felt like eternity before you hear one of them speak again.

“Some people are just shitty….” Jimin’s voice croaks out, your eyes snapping up to his. You keep your risin emotions to yourself.

“Good thing I met you guys then huh?” One eyebrow lifting in a double meaning, a true test.

“Yea” Jungkook laughs awkwardly. “You sure are lucky.” 

You give them your best fake laugh, noticing out of the corner of your eye their once again not so subtle looks of terror aimed at eachother as they laughed with you.

“Just ignore all that kind of talk y/n” Taehyung nudged you. “Let’s focus on your birthday coming up!”

Deflection…great. 

“Exactly! Did you manage to secure the vip room for your favourite club?”

Superficial conversation overtakes the group. Your birthday only a few weekends away, once a time you were vibrating with sheer excitement of the party’s shenanigans and now a sense of dread circles around you. Dread and annoyance. 

Continuing to act like your friendship with these men weren’t in shambles began to weigh on you. You finding it harder and harder to keep the fake smiles from cracking, the fake laughs from bubbling into something vile. 

By the time they left for their classes you were ready to set fire to the building. You wanted to watch it all burn. They lied to you. Not well either. That was the twisted part, if you had blatantly paid attention to their reactions they would have known that you knew that it was them. But because you acted oblivious to it being them, they played it off. You gave them the perfect chance to explain themselves. 

Maybe they needed a few days to let your words sink in before telling you? You just hoped that was the case. 

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Everytime you brought it up or someone mentioned something they 3 of them would get progressively more uncomfortable. Opting to running away or coming up with some lame excuse. So you stopped looking for them, you stopped replying to the gc, stopped going out with them on friday nights. 

You and Hoseok however were getting closer. You two would go out partying together, lunches would now be spent with him and Yoongi, which you could not be more thankful for, and meeting up between classes. Slowly, thanks to Hoseok, Yoongi would ask you to hang out more one on one, inviting you out to his favourite record stores and other places he enjoyed. His blank face now breaking into a soft smile around you more and more.

It had been 3 weeks since that day in the canteen and still nothing from the tweedles. You had a free morning this morning, so instead of steeping in your own annoyance at the situation you decided to grab a coffee at the cafe down the street then head to your favourite park, a book Namjoon had recommended in hand. Choosing a spot near the shore, to watch the morning sun sparkle against the blue water, tide swishes back and forth. 

You had settled down on the grass, a comfortable silence….well it was.

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” Taehyungs voice boomed from behind you, anger radiating into your back like a dagger. 

“Well good morning to you too Taehyung. Oh and a lovely morning to you Jungkook and Jimin.” You don’t bother looking up from your book. You know if Taehyung was there so would the other two. He would be too chicken shit to come up to you on his own. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook now interrogates. It was almost laughable at how offended they sound, especially considering you were the one who should be.

“Well I was reading outside enjoying me free time until 3 lumbering lugnuts showed up aggressively not bidding me a good morning.” You sigh deeply before bookmarking your page and turning to face them. “but please do elaborate on your question.” 

“You’ve been avoiding us for weeks, what the fuck gives?” Now apparently Jimins turn.

“I have not been avoiding. I just haven’t been going out of my way for you. I literally spoke to you and Jungkook yesterday.” You’re already exhausted, collecting yourself you stand up.

“That was about an assignment and then you dipped on us.” 

“We want our best friend back” 

“Best friend?” You scoff so hard you almost choke. This was ridiculous. “You sure about that? Or is your memory a little fuzzy from the lack of your shared brain cell.”

“Wha-?” 

“We must have different definitions of bestfriends because mine doesn’t include sleeping with them to win money.” Your irritation clearly shows on your face now.

“Hoseok told you” Taehyung whispers, voice faltering.

“Hoseok outted himself. He never mentioned you guys. No you guys did that yourselves. You’re not subtle about the way you treat girls. Hell I know most of the girls, I do live in the dorms remember.” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling. “You treat girls like shit. The only people you don’t look down on are your friends because you have weird superiority complexes. If anything being your friend before hand made it impossible for me to have any attraction to you.” 

“We swear that we wanted to be your friend because of a bet, but it’s not like that now. Not after we got to know you.” Jimin tries to explain, you shake your head at his words.

“Any confessions of friendship mean nothing coming out of your mouths. I can’t trust anything you say. Up until this moment, of me dragging it out in the open, you were still working on winning your little bet.” Your anger simmers barely under the surface. “I gave you the perfect opportunity to come clean. But you chose to lie to me instead.”

“We were scared” 

Anger bursts out of your chest. The simmering now an over bubbling pot, no one able to turn the heat down. 

“Scared? Hoseok was scared when he risked our friendship by telling me the truth. You are cowards trying to save yourself. Puppies with their tails between their legs because they know they’ve done something wrong.” You bite. Fear slapped across their faces as you yell at them. 

For the first time since meeting them you had never raised your voice or been annoyed with their idiotic antics, but this was passed that. You pissed at them, and they had brought it upon themselves. 

“Don’t bother coming to my birthday, your names are off the guest list.” Finaliing your decision you storm off, book and coffee in hand. 

With or without them you were still going to have a good party. You weren’t going to let this affect your night. Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin all said they were coming as well as all your other friends. They were all you needed. 

You were shocked when Yoongi said he’d be there, but he said he had something special to give you for your birthday. You had joke about it being a wedding ring, telling him to call you Mrs. Min Yoongi. He just rolled his eyes and told you not to get ahead of yourself. It engulfed your spark of hope into a forest fire. So you wouldn't let this ruin your excitement. 

This was a bad wager. They didn’t take into account who you are. This was a Gambler’s ruin.

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‘Gambler’s Ruin: A gambler playing a game with negative expected value will eventually go broke, regardless of their betting system’

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If anyone would like to send me some small scenarios, I’d love to get my brain churning again!

I had so much fun doing it last time. So feel free 💜💙💜💙

Skz meeting your protective older brother..

pairing: boyfriend!skz x reader genre: crack, meeting older protective brother warnings: none author's notes: This one was too cute! Thank you so much for sending this in 💙💙

Chan: His awkward laugh would be out in full force. He would be dead set on trying to show his mature side and hide is immature (cute) side, while also maintaining a friendly air. He'd would second guess his answers when your brother pried or questioned him. He would overdo formality for sure only to make himself cringe. However, his sincerity wouldn't go unnoticed by your brother.

Lee Know: He'd say he wasn't nervous, but he was. And the more nervous he got the more he frowned, falling into a rigid posture. He'd pick his words carefully keeping his sentences short. Yet like your protective brother, he was also very protective. So if your brother took things too far in teasing you or pestering you his nerves would disappear and his outspoken nature would emerge. He'd scold your brother for upsetting you and saying mean things. He might tease you but no one could make you sad.

Changbin: On the way to meet your brother you'd be the nervous one, he'd try to convince you it would be ok. He'd try to keep you calm but when you're actually there your nerves would disappear and he'd turn almost shy. Not knowing where to look, or how close he should sit to you. He'd shift in his seat, all jest he had on the way there would gone. He wouldn't smile until after leaving and then he would just deflate in a puddle.

Hyunjin: He be pretty calm and confident through the whole thing. Under your brothers show of an overbearing stare he wouldn't flinch. Probing questions wouldn't faze him, but if something was too far or he deemed inappropriate he would not hold his tongue. He'd make some remark about your brother being nosy. It would stun your brother, but you'd only laugh. He had already told you there was nothing your brother could possibly do to drive him away from you and he was not afraid to prove it.

Han: He would consistently be anxious leading up to the meeting. I'm talking weeks in advance. He would be trying to pick an outfit for days, overthinking it over and over again. He'd ask you things about your brother like 'does he go to the gym', 'is he scary', 'does he like cute things' and etc. Fretting about if he should bring a present with him, like a peace offering, but then his brain would run away from him and he'd be worried if that seemed like he was trying to make a trade for you. You would laugh at his antics, but also do your best to reassure him that your brother may be protective but as soon as he saw how much you were loved, there would be nothing to worry about.

Felix: He'd be overly excited about you wanting him to meet your brother. He'd take it as a sign that you're just as serious about him as he is about you. He wouldn't reign bak any skinship in front of your brother. He's the type to genuinely want know about your sibling relationship and when you mentioned your brother was protective of you he thought it was the sweetest. He would thank your brother for taking care of you and helping raise you; giving him the opportunity to meet you and fall for you.

To make up for my lack of posting lately, send in a prompt and either a member of BTS or SKZ!

🎄🎄🎄Christmas/Holiday Prompts! 🎄🎄🎄

What better way to get into the holiday spirit than to do a few holiday themed pieces through December?

"Are you eating cookies right now? It's 3 AM!" "If Santa can do it so can I."

Spending Christmas at a childhood home

Snowball fight

Fake dating to appease the parents but it turns real

I saw mommy kissing Santa Clause

Cookie decorating competition

"Oh look, mistletoe." "Oh look, a distraction!"

There are many office Christmas parties to attend and we're finding increasingly weird locations to make out in

Meeting Santa at the village at the mall and it goes terribly

Putting up lights around the house and someone falls from the roof

"Is - Is Santa real?" "What? No, of course not." "Oh." "(name), you're 30."

Neighborhood lighting competition gets a bit too intense

Snowed in

Making snowmen

"If you turn down the Christmas music, I'll murder you."

Ugly Christmas sweaters

After the kids have gone to sleep

Hallmark Movie AU

Putting up the Christmas Tree

"Suck my candy cane."

Relaxing by the fireplace

Holiday movie marathon

"I cannot wrap gifts for the life of me."

Letters to Santa

Working on Christmas

Feel free to reblog this for your own use!

From the first sentence this part had me in a chokehold. I audibly screamed when Yoongi didn't call her kitten, I thought I was dying it hurt so much.

As much as I get where the MC is coming from I want her to be brave, she deserves answers. She shouldn't have to hide her feelings. She drives me mental. Like PLEASE, just ask the damned questions you want to ask! 😤

Not to mention these boys deliberately CHOOSING not to communicate with her. 🤬🤬 IS SHE SUPPOSED TO READ YOUR MIND? Did I miss that part of her telepathy reveal?? Or do these boys like to live in perpetual turmoil?

Regardless I need to have a word with all of them to get their shit together before I have a heart attack. Thank the Kpop gods (mostly just our lovely Blue) we have Tae to cave. Man is so weak for her, it was about damned time. Namjoon better shut his mouth or Imma shut it for him.

GO TAE 🥳 GO TAE

What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Part three | BTS OT7 AU

Its been a long while my lovelies and I apologise, hopefully making up for it with the third instalment of the what if series, starting us off with some 7.7K words about hybrid CEOs.

Trigger warnings: Possessive/obsessive behaviour, jealousy, scenting, usual hybrid trope things, swearing, testosterone, I don't know if being mean is a trigger warning but here it is. Angst.

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Playlist : Fire Escape - Matthew Mayfield, Delicate - Damien Rice

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

You smelled like him, that was the first thing the trio noticed on their first day back to work when you passed them by. That's why the hyungs looked so sullen at home, why they were no longer coming home with your scent lingering on their clothes. And why Yoongi and Namjoon could barely stand to be in the same room for longer than a minute without tearing into each other about something stupid, all while avoiding the topic of you. 

The miasmic cloud of misery seemed to be hanging over all of their heads, following them without mercy from its downpour. You were avoiding their gazes, the maknaes watched you across the office longingly, waiting for you to greet them, to make the first move they were too afraid to make.

“This is stupid, we’ve known her longer than the human oaf,” Jimin mutters under his breath to the other two. “My angel isn’t one to hold a grudge, let’s just go and say hello.”

As brave as his words sounded, he could feel his heart in his throat, choking back any greeting he wanted to give you. 

“What if she’s still upset with us?” Jungkook’s bunny ears flopped, his own sadness weighing them down as he nervously struggled to keep his eyes on you. How did it get like this? He told you only a week ago you were part of their pack, now they were terrified to talk to you. 

“She doesn’t want to speak to us,” Taehyung states bluntly, while Jungkook could barely look at you, the tiger’s eyes never left you. He could read you like a book, you were ignoring them, and he hated it. All for that stupid human, the anger and jealousy burned inside of him. You never paid anyone else any interest all this time, to the point where he really believed you had feelings for them, and now another’s scent lingered on you, taunting him. How did he get it so wrong? 

He turns away first, walking out of the working space leaving Jungkook and Jimin to reluctantly follow, once last longing look your way, lingering there for as long as possible as they pleaded silently with you to meet them halfway. 

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You take a deep breath as you approach his private office, bracing yourself for whatever the hell reason it was today he demanded you come to see him. All week there was a new reason, a new mundane task, more workload, more grumpy attitude from the CEO as he stared daggers into you like he was reverting back to who he was when he met you, when he didn’t trust you. But you could see through it, to an extent, the panther was punishing you and you were letting him . 

You exhale, it sounds almost like a sigh before you knock on the door, a gruff voice replying.

“Depyunim, you asked for me?” You greet him politely when you open the door.

“Take a seat,” he responds without looking up from the paperwork in front of him.

You hesitate, this was how it always started, you sitting there in silence fidgeting for however long he decided before he actually addresses you again. Only today the workload was catching up with you, you couldn’t afford to waste your time with his antics. 

Your reluctance to follow instruction makes him look up at you, not a single emotion on his face, his eyes almost black, void of the man you once knew. 

“Is there a problem Miss L/n?”

Ah. That was the other thing he started doing, he didn’t call you kitten anymore. It shouldn’t still cut you like this, and honestly you thought you had gotten used to it after a whole week, but every time it knocked the wind out of you like a punch to the gut. You were too terrified to call him by his name or question him over it, something told you his bite would be worse than his bark. Even now, where you would normally challenge his behaviour, you couldn’t muster the courage to. 

You shake your head, taking your seat like you had the previous days before. He returns to his paperwork without a word. The atmosphere between you was unbearable, every time you sat in this chair you wanted to bawl your eyes out, and every day you forced yourself to hold the tears back. 

“Depyunim…” you couldn’t take it anymore, you watch the pen in Yoongi’s hand pause at the sound of your voice. “I don’t want to rush you, but I have to get the Enhyphen contracts done by 4.”

You tried to say it calmly, softly, politely, but the stone in your throat made it difficult to speak. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, bracing yourself nervously. He exhales loudly out of his nose, as if you were testing his patience, resuming his writing without a verbal response. 

In all honesty, you were misreading his behaviour. Yoongi was angry at himself. What was he trying to do? Push you away? Keep you close? Make you waste an entire day with him, so you’d be forced to stay late to catch up and then you wouldn’t go to see that human he could smell on you? What exactly was he trying to achieve? He was just so angry all the time since that day. That stench that didn’t belong on you was frying his brain cells, making him act like a possessive panther, enraging him even when he couldn’t smell it. He was desperately trying to keep you as close to him as possible whenever he could, keeping you in his office, his personal den, away from the thing that was taking you from him. 

He hears you sniff, it's small but audible, it stuns him frozen, scared that tears would follow, that he was the one to cause them. As hurt as he was, as miserable, the last thing he wanted to do was make you cry. The grip on his pen tightens. He owes you an explanation for his behaviour, his abuse of his power, he knows it, but how does he start? 

“Did I do something?” Your small voice makes him finally look up at you, almost snapping his neck in the process of how quick his attention turned. 

His hard expression melts into one of shock, jaw dropping an inch as he takes in the way you’re trying to smile despite the sadness coming off of you in waves. 

“No.” Is it a lie? It sounded firm, something that left no room for questions, but he can’t convince himself that it was true. 

In your mind you’ve already come to conclusions about the change in atmosphere, observing their attitude towards you and knowing it coincided with Eric coming into your life. You’re not stupid, you know they saw you as a packmate, so a new foreign scent was going to drive them over the edge. You just thought it would have settled by now, that they would’ve gotten used to it. 

But how could you act hurt when you were the one to instigate the change, to pull away for your own peace of mind. You put up walls and boundaries, knowing what the consequences would be. You couldn’t complain now, even if your whole body ached with missing them, despite working with them almost every day. Distance didn’t have to be physical, you could prove that. 

“Okay,” you accept it, plastering on a patient content smile on your face that didn’t feel right. Yoongi doesn’t like it, he knows it’s fake, but he turns back to his paperwork like a coward, unable to confront you or let you go. 

—

“What’s this?” Namjoon’s eyes are aflame as he shows you the email on his laptop, his eyes unbreaking from staring down your small figure in front of his desk. 

“I-it’s a request for a job reference,” you state the obvious, trying not to tremble in front of his heated glare. 

“I can see that babygirl,” he sounds almost condescending, the fire in his chest unable to remain contained in front of you. “Is there a problem here working in this company?”

You gulp a little, shaking your head since you couldn’t trust your voice to stay steady. 

“Then why would you even think about applying elsewhere?” He almost growls, almost. 

He sucks in his cheeks, trying to calm himself down, knowing what a hypocrite he was being. He told the others to keep their distance, to stop with this mating nonsense especially since you were obviously interested in someone else. All those times he told the others to respect your choices, and here he was eating his own words. Employees come and go, it’s a given in any business, but you, over his dead body was he ready or willing to let you leave. He didn’t even consider it an option. 

“What is it, Y/n?” he pushes, “Is it the pay? The workload? What would make you decide to leave when all you have to do to fix anything is speak to me.”

He was seething, but his anger wasn’t directed at you, it was the fear he was hiding in the flames speaking for him. 

“I was just exploring my options,” you can’t meet his eyes when you say it, your focus aimed at the edge of his desk. You knew logically you didn’t have to answer a thing, didn’t have to justify your actions, but you felt compelled to. This wasn’t just your boss, this was the man you had been in love with for years. You respected him far too much.

“Anything any company can offer you I can match or double,” he still sounds so angry, but he can’t help it. “You want a pay rise? Done. Promotion? Whatever position babygirl, it’s yours. Anything you want.” Just don’t leave. 

The corner of your lip rises an inch, a humourless sad smile on your face as you hold back a scoff. Your eyes start to water, you don’t want to say a word. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, you wanted him, you wanted the others, and if he ever knew he would throw you out of the company himself. You were doing him a favour by removing yourself, but you couldn’t tell him, because regardless of what you thought were noble actions, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take the look of hate or disgust in his eyes if it was directed at you. 

“You’re the biggest asset this company has ever had,” he explains, needing to cover his outburst before you read between the lines. It wasn’t a lie, but it sure wasn’t the reason why he was so desperate for you to stay. “I’m not letting you go without putting up a fight.” 

You wanted him to stop. It wasn’t fair how he made your heart sway and burn when he didn’t feel the same way. You hear him sigh, collecting his words, the hesitation makes you finally glance at him.

“Does this have anything to do with why you were crying last week?” He asks cautiously, his gaze inspecting your every reaction and movement.

“No,” you lie, “I told you, I was just overwhelmed with the workload.”

You sounded so flat, it made him ache. He fights the instinct to wrap you in his arms, smothering the voice in his head that was telling him something was wrong with his mate, reminding that incessant voice that you chose someone else. It was happening more and more frequently recently, he was arguing with himself all the time. The same conversation with himself repeating everyday whenever he saw you.

She chose someone else, he says to himself firmly, shutting down any chance of a counter argument. He doesn’t notice the grip on his pen is deadly until it cracks under the pressure, ink spilling all over his hands. 

“Joonie!” Maybe it was instinct that tore away all the boundaries you were building, but you race to his hand in worry as if he had injured himself. He felt the tug in his chest again the second you said his name, finding himself gazing at you softly. There’s a frown forming as you take his hand, looking it over in case he cut himself. He doesn’t pull away, even though he knows he should. You had him wrapped around your little finger, and although he didn’t mind, it was starting to hurt. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him, glancing up at his face to ensure he wasn’t in pain before returning to inspect his soiled hands. 

He knew he was pretending nothing had changed since you started dating, but his whole world turned upside down and he had to grit his teeth through it. He had to lead the others by example, but doing what was right rather than what he wanted was getting harder each time he saw you. Each time he could smell that disgusting odour on you it flared his jealousy, it had only been a week, how often were you seeing this boy in a week that his scent was always on you? 

“I don’t think you’re bleeding,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, that frown of concern still cemented on your face as if you refused to trust the evidence he was unscathed. 

He hates it when you pull away, your own hand stained with ink from holding his. You glance down at them, lips turning up an inch as if you found it humorous for reasons unknown to him. You were laughing at yourself, all that progress you thought you were making away from them was bullshit, the state of your hands were proof enough of that. 

“I think I need to go wash my hands,” you chuckle, moving away from him. 

He fights back the instinct to grab your hand in a desperate attempt of keeping you with him, words lodged in his throat. He controls himself as you walk out of the office, feeling like a hopeless puppy rather than a wolf. 

—

“Did you hear, Y/n got herself a boyfriend!”

“No way, for sure thought she was courting the CEOs.”

“She obviously tried and failed.”

Jin sighs, closing his eyes trying to contain the disappointment he felt in his employees as they gossiped about you, not realising he was within earshot. He tries not to listen, tries not to focus on the details of your new relationship, but gossip spreads like wildfire in the company, the details getting warped as they were whispered. 

He scoffs. What did they know? They were all wrong about your affection for them, it was the other way round, they were courting you. It was plain and obvious for anyone to see but in the eyes of your jealous and spiteful colleagues, you were the instigator. Perhaps it was a blessing you unknowingly rejected them, he hated to think of what rumours would try to taint you if they were successful. He says it to himself so convincingly he can almost pretend it doesn’t taste bitter. Why was everyone so blind? Why were you so clueless? Why was everything so complicated?

He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the meeting room, half an hour early. Some habits die hard, some don’t die at all. Just as he expected you were already there setting up, he would’ve smiled if it wasn’t for the smell that hits him, the reminder. He could pretend nothing was changing, but the truth was hard to deny. 

“Need any help, beautiful girl?” he says, his sudden presence making you jump out of your skin. He grins at that at least.

“I’m almost done,” you laugh lightly, hand on your heart as it raced, refusing to calm down even when you knew there was no threat. You don’t know why but you were becoming increasingly nervous around Jin, a paranoid part of you thought he could see right through what you were doing, and you were afraid he would call you out. 

He hums in acknowledgement, approaching you slowly, his eyes boring into you as if you would disappear from sight if he so much as blinked. 

“You’re early,” you comment, trying to focus on anything other than his stare. 

“I wanted to spend time with my beautiful girl,” he confesses against his better judgement. He didn’t want things to change, so what if you were dating a moron, you were still his mate. 

Your pulse was beating faster the closer he got. Jin refused to let you pull away, it was why you thought he knew what you were doing. He didn’t let anything change. Boundaries? Fine, he’d respect them, but you trying to create a distance from him? It would kill him. 

“I-I, umm…” You can’t find an excuse to leave the room, and when he stands in front of you only inches away you lose your train of thought all together. His eyes implore down to your own, the softest smile admiring you without attempting to hide it at all.

“Hmmm?” he hums again, asking you to go on with a slight smirk, reading the effect he had on you, proof that you liked him too. 

You’re sure you look like a fish out of water to the amused bear in front of you playing with his food. 

“What’s wrong honey?”

You gulp, his eyes turning dangerous and knowing underneath the light expression he held. Maybe you liked that new term of endearment a little too much, Jin swore he could hear your heartbeat flatline for a second. He takes a step closer, basking in the warmth radiating from your heated form, just more evidence, more reassurance that he hadn’t gotten it wrong. You loved them too, the only issue was Namjoon’s inability to see it, and whatever the hell you were doing with that boy he could smell on you. 

The urge to get rid of it with his own scent was driving him up the wall. It would be so easy, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Crossing boundaries was how you all got into the predicament, he wasn’t about to make it worse. 

Your mouth opens and closes, repeatedly without words like the proverbial fish. Didn’t you ask the maknaes what hybrid you would be? Well you know the answer now. 

“Are you ill honey?” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. He can’t help it, just something small, something that can be brushed off as concern. “You’re burning up.”

By the look on his face you can tell he knows exactly why that is. The smirk is gone, his face unusually serious with a challenge in his eyes to prove him wrong. 

“I-I’m fine,” you don’t sound it when you push his hand away from your face, but you force yourself to brush it off. “Honestly Jin, I’m fine.”

Before he can investigate any further, you turn away from him, feeling his stare on your back as you finish setting up for the meeting. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you repeat certain things, or take your time, obviously trying to avoid any more interactions with him. He laughs to himself in pity, maybe he did get it all wrong. 

—

It's silent in their office, it has been all week. No one seemed to muster the energy to talk, not even the maknaes now they were back. Namjoon half expected them to whine or complain openly about the situation, but they were too deflated to speak. A burning guilt seared right down his centre, realising his punishment was part of the reason they wouldn’t be open about their feelings, he was their alpha and he lost their trust. But they couldn’t see he was just trying to protect everyone, that was his burden. 

Hoseok walked in, doom and gloom written all over his face, a visible sigh through his lips, his eyes concentrated on the ground as he walked. A part of him wanted to hide in Yoongi’s office, not really wanting to be alone but not wanting company either, but he couldn't impose and the panther had been a bit volatile recently. He can’t remember the last time Yoongi willingly came into the main office since his argument with Namjoon. The two were avoiding each other thinking that was the best way to avoid conflict, in reality it was just making things ten times worse.

“I think I’m going to transfer to another floor,” he says nonchalantly as he stands at his desk, the others gawping at his words. 

“Hyung,” Jimin sounds equal parts outraged and upset. “You can’t.”

“Floor seven needs better management,” he says, not meeting anyone’s eyes. 

“And the real reason Hyung?” Taehyung scoffs.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, wanting to keep it repressed inside, but this was his pack, his family, they knew him better than anyone else. 

“I can’t take the smell,” he confesses quietly. “Everytime I look at her all I can see is someone else's hands on her, I-”

He cuts himself off, taking a breath. His emotions were spilling, overwhelmingly so inside of his chest, the only way out was through his mouth as words, but he locks it shut. 

“We won’t let a girl come between us or the company,” Namjoon states after minutes of silence, his voice quiet but firm. “We’ve worked together since the start, we’ve had problems before and we’ve gotten through them every time, this is no different.”

It was like he was brushing the situation off, that’s what made them stare at the leader of their pack aghast. A girl? A problem? Did he seriously just say that?

“But she’s not just a girl Namjoon,” Hoseok sounds so heartbroken that he even implied it, not holding back his words even though he knew it wasn’t a subject to approach the lead CEO with. “She’s our mate.”

Namjoon sighs, ready to have the conversation again for the hundredth time but Hobi doesn’t let him.

“You can deny it to yourself and the rest of us,” he says. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”

He doesn’t want to hear the lectures today, doesn’t want to sit through another spiel about how it would never work, so he left the office before the wolf could start. It was just his bad luck that he ran into you as he walked out, your form colliding into his chest. 

“Woah-” It’s instinct the way his arms wrap around you to hold you steady, and he blames instinct as to why he's so reluctant to let you leave. Your palms are on his chest, burning through the fabric of his shirt, finally giving him some of the warmth he had been craving for a while. 

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, pulling away, but he doesn’t release you. You look up at him in confusion. “Are you okay?”

No, I'm not okay sunshine. He’s missed you, the confession almost leaves his lips. But instead he smiles through the gut wrenching pain of letting you go, carrying on as if nothing had happened. 

—

Twice in one day? What had you done to deserve it? You march over to Yoongi’s office this time, the pile of work starting to stack itself into the leaning tower of pisa on your desk. You don’t even knock, opening the door to greet the panther. 

“Depyunim you calle-”

“You need to rewrite this,” he cuts you off without looking at you, holding the files you dropped off earlier before they slammed on his desk. 

“What’s wrong with it?” you challenge quietly, knowing that you checked it over ten times before giving it to him. 

“You need to change the font,” he states matter of factly. What the- was he kidding?

“This again?” you groan, rolling your eyes in without thinking, patience wearing thin. “There’s nothing wrong with the font!”

Yoongi stands up so quickly his chair almost falls back, he strides over to you, eyes pinning you down where you stood just outside his office. The doorway between you shouldn’t symbolise so much, but when he looks down at you with an anger simmering in his eyes, you can’t ignore that it does. 

“I’m a CEO of this company,” his voice is quiet, dangerously so. “If I tell you that it needs changing, there shouldn’t be any questions about it kitten.”

The pet name slips before he can stop it, but he can see your eyes soften at the term despite the way you were trying to challenge him. Your hands ball into fists by your side, trying to stop the ache that came with hearing him call you that again. Trying to pretend you didn’t miss the sound with your whole being. 

“I’m not changing the font Min Yoongi,” you keep your voice and gaze steady, ready to win this battle between you both. 

He almost smirks, it was instinct when his kitten got out her claws, he couldn’t help it. 

“I’m telling you to.”

“Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn about it let’s take it to Namjoon and he can tell us if you’re being unreasonable or not,” you argue back not realising that was the wrong button to press, but how were you to know of the ruins of their relationship. 

“This isn’t Namjoon’s project,” he can hear the growl in his words, taking a heavy step towards you. 

The way his eyes turned black in a second made a shiver go down your spine, goosebumps jumping out of your skin, warning you that you pushed the panther too far. The next step he takes has you gulp, survival instinct taking over as you take a step back, keeping the distance between you the same, moving into the corridor. 

“It's mine,” he looks so disgusted at you, hate pouring out in his words and his glare, aimed far away from you but unfortunately you were on the receiving end. Kim Namjoon was not a name to be uttered in his presence. “So if I tell you, to change the font Miss L/n, you change it.”

His words are final, you can see it. It doesn’t falter, his stare so intense you have trouble finding your own words. 

“Okay,” you give in, ready to drop the subject and run away from his demeanour, but he wasn’t having it. 

“How dare you try to question my rank in this deal Y/n,” the way he says your first name makes you realise it's not just anger there, you hurt him. “But I guess you don’t respect me a much as you respect him.”

He scoffs, shaking his head as he walks back into his office, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone on the other side. You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until your lungs filled with air again shakily. No, you were not going to leave it like this. 

For the second time that day you don’t knock, walking in to find his back to you as he stood in the middle of the office, Shoulders rising and falling with each angry breath he took. You close the door behind you, staring at him until he turns around. 

“Get out of my office,” he’s not joking, the tone of voice he was using with you, you had never heard aimed at you before. You force your bottom lip to not quiver.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. He lets out a breath of laughter, humorlessly, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation. 

“Fine. Now leave.”

In his current state, the stink on you was only fuelling the fire. It filled his office, his safe space and he wanted it out even if it meant kicking you out. 

“Yoongi,” he curses the way you look up at him with watering eyes. “Why are you so mad at me?”

“That smell is off putting,” it’s spit out before he can reign it in. Part of you expected that to be the answer but you still look surprised.

“But this is irrational…” you shake your head, you want to create boundaries not be exiled. “I know Eric isn’t part of your pack but neither are most of the people you work with every day and you’ve never behaved like this before. Not with me.”

His jaw clenches at the name, the way you said it sounded too familiar for a guy you only met a week ago. Humans were more like animals than they thought, if you met your mate time was irrelevant, he really thought that was you for them, he didn’t want to believe anything else. 

“I can’t stand their stench either kitten,” he bites back, sounding spiteful, tail flickering behind him dangerously. “Why do you think I have a private office that no one’s allowed into?”

You reel back, hating the way he was speaking to you. You both bickered and argued all the time, but this felt different, this felt real. 

“And right now, you’re filling it with that disgusting smell,” you could almost see smoke coming out of his head, like a volcano about to erupt. “So please, Y/n, leave.”

You stare at him silently for a second, unable to hide the hurt on your face anymore. He doesn’t budge, he can’t, and you can see it your efforts to get through to him would be fruitless. When you close the door behind you, walking out without another word, he can feel the guilt drop like a pill inside of him, regretting letting his jealousy speak for him.

—

You can hear the tap running in the kitchen when you walk into your apartment after work. Sighing with emotional exhaustion as you take off your shoes, you really wanted to be alone.

“Hey!” His voice shouldn’t aggravate you, but it pulls at a chord. “How was work?”

You try to smile, but it feels awful. 

“Busy as always,” you don’t elaborate, and Eric is smart enough to know not to push. 

“Well I made you one last dinner… without burning the kitchen down this time,” he chuckles sheepishly. 

“You really didn’t have to,” you didn’t have the stomach for food today. 

“I just wanted to thank you Y/n,” he says sincerely. “For letting me stay with you this week, I honestly can’t thank you enough.”

If you told any of your friends you let the guy that took you on one date stay with you when he accidentally burned down his apartment, you’re pretty sure they’d kill you before giving you the lecture of ‘you don’t know him’, ‘he could be a serial killer’. But you knew Eric through a mutual friend, and if they vouched for him, you’d believe it. Plus you couldn’t lie that his presence was useful in your badly executed plan of getting over your bosses or at least not letting them find out you were in love with them. 

“Sure you’re not going to let me take you out on another date to make up for it?” he tries cheekily, reminding you of his presence when you space out thinking about them. 

“I thought dinner was your way of making up for it,” you say with a look on your face that roughly translated to, nice try.

“No, that's my way of saying thank you,” he chuckles but again doesn’t push it.

As much as you wanted to be distracted from your current dilemma, you wouldn’t use anyone that way. It wasn’t fair, you were hung up on them, and you didn’t believe that stupid saying of getting under someone else. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were doing, you wanted something impossible. Did you honestly believe that a little distance was going to erase the past few years of getting to know them, of falling in love with them? How did you think you could have it both ways? Love them from afar, but still keep them close. You really were a mess. 

—

His scent was stronger on you this morning. It was all they could think about through the meeting all seven of them had to attend, but they didn’t know that was because you hugged Eric goodbye this morning when he finally left with his stuff. More from the relief of getting your space back than anything else. The time-old saying was wrong, what they didn’t know would definitely kill them. 

Did he spend the night? Was that why the once lingering smell on you was now punching them in the face with its pungence? Jin glances briefly at the way Yoongi was tapping his pen irritatedly on the surface of the desk. Hobi looking distraught beside him, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

The maknaes were fairing no better. Jimin's stare was as cold as ice, threatening to freeze anyone cold that dared to approach him… perhaps it was quite fitting for an arctic fox. Jin could hear the way Jungkook’s leg was restless under the desk, the strength of the smell too much for the bunny as his face contorted into pain. And Taehyung… well the tiger looked at you with such an intensity, the oldest CEO didn’t know how you were ignoring it, surely you felt the burn of his gaze.

Jin wondered how Namjoon was leading the meeting with such faux ease. If Jin didn’t know him any better, he would have believed it, but he noticed the subtle clench of his jaw, the way he couldn’t help glancing at you at any given moment, the heartbreak and questions in his gaze every time it fell on you. 

“We’ve only just managed to reach our target for this year’s quarterly,” Namjoon states, trying not to wince at the way the smell was giving him a headache. “I want project leaders to reassess their team's work for any pitfalls or areas for improvement.” 

You frown in concern when he pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his fingers, closing them in pain before resuming the meeting. You want to question it, stay late when he finishes his speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and letting your colleagues leave the room. You want to stay, you want to check he's okay, but you remind yourself of what you’re trying to achieve and force yourself out without looking back at any of them. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel each of their stares as you left. 

—

You can see Jungkook and Jimin wandering around the office floor, trying to look busy, striking up conversations with almost every employee, asking them mundane questions about different projects, all while sneaking not so subtle glances your way. You’d laugh under any other circumstance. You hadn’t said a word to them since that night, and now because of the lack of communication the atmosphere festered into something awkward. Each party was afraid to approach the other, you were scared to talk to them, they had a way of bringing down your defences, and you knew it would take them seconds to break down the wall of boundaries you were building. 

The pair notice you ignoring their presence, making their way through the sea of employees, inching closer and closer to you as naturally as they can fake. 

“Hyung I don’t think this is going to work,” Jungkook mutters under his breath for only the arctic fox to hear.

“Why won’t it work?” Jimin challenges in a hushed breath. “We’re the CEO’s of the company checking on our employees, Angel is also an employee, this is the perfect way to start a conversation again.”

“But hyung-”

“I miss her,” Jimin looks earnestly at the bunny, his heart in his eyes for him to see. “I can’t take this anymore.”

Jungkook bites his lips nervously as Jimin talks to Seulgi, the next desk they would approach would be yours. You seemed engrossed in your work but he kept his eye on you, scared you would figure out what they were doing and run away before they had the chance to talk to you. 

You, however, were so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn’t question their motives. That is until they make their way to your desk.

“Angel,” Jimin greets you as if nothing happened. 

Your eyes widen as you stare at him in shock, realising this was their plan the whole time. 

“Jimin,” you breathe back, and he has to stop himself pouncing on you. Fuck, he missed you? Why was that word not enough to explain the pain of being away from you for so long?

“Hi Noona,” Jungkook saves his hyung by sacrificing himself, the older CEO malfunctioning after hearing his name. “W-we w-wanted to see how everyone was doing.”

He chews at his lips, cursing himself for stuttering, but thankfully Jimin finds his tongue.

“The hyungs sent us,” he lies hastily, “to check on everyone, I mean…”

You just nod in reply, feeling a little on the spot with both their gazes burning into you like you would fade from sight. You kind of wish you could fade from sight.

“How are you?” Jimin asks softly, the words sounding light but holding more weight than anyone would ever know. 

“I-I’m okay,” you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Just falling behind.”

Your hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair, as if you were physically trying to hold yourself back from leaping into their arms. You missed them, you missed them so much you didn’t care about that stupid night and the stupid boundaries. You just wanted to go back to normal, but you couldn’t, you had feeling for them, it was wrong. 

“Anything we can help with?” Jungkook asks, hoping you’d let them. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in your hair, after scenting you so hard that you only smelled of him and the pack. His fingers fidget, entangling around each other, can’t he at least touch your hair? Or your cheek, or something. 

“I kind of need to not be distracted,” you say sheepishly, wincing at your own harsh words though you tried to say them as politely as you could. Both boys balk at the suggestion before Jimin composes himself.

“Understood.” His features turn to stone as he drags the bunny away, leaving you to your work. Your heart breaks more and more with each step they take, knowing you can’t take it back. You hurt them. 

—

You thought their office was empty, it's why you didn’t knock. Knowing their schedules, knowing they were all at different meetings, you didn’t think twice to enter with the files you had to drop off, coming to an abrupt halt when you’re met with his red rimmed eyes. You both stare at each other, your face one of complete shock, while his was evident of his tears. 

It's the sob that wrecks through his whole body that has you spring into action, flinging the files onto whoevers desk you didn't care, as you almost ran over to him, engulfing him in your arms nearly knocking you both over. If anything he cries harder, tail wrapping around your waist too as he holds onto you like a lifeline. You squeeze him hard, his head burying itself into your neck, trying to find the scent of you that wasn’t tainted with that awful stench. 

You don’t smell like you. You don’t smell like them. He won’t pretend it's pure instinct as he rubs his head against you, sniffling as he moves your head under his chin, rubbing his scent glands on you roughly. It’s all over you, that fucking smell was everywhere. 

“Tae,” you call his name airily, his ministrations already having an effect on you, but you had been so starved of him for so long. 

He doesn’t respond, taking your arm in his hand, pressing it against his cheek, hiding his eyes from you when he decides it isn’t enough. You feel yourself stop breathing when he uses his lips instead, soft delicate kisses on the length of your arm, making his way slowly to your neck. You’re frozen, not wanting him to stop for a second, your skin searing at every touch he gives. 

That is until you try to make sense of his behaviour. He was a hybrid, who saw you as part of his pack, and you denied them your presence for over a week. This was just his instincts on overdrive and you had to get yourself together before he went too far and regretted it. Or before you misread the signals and got your heart broken again. 

“Tae, stop,” it sounds feeble even to your own ears, but you grab his wrists and push him back. His eyes meet yours, no tears left but his pupils are fully blown like he was on catnip. 

“No,” his voice is hoarse but stubborn. “I don’t want to.”

It takes all your strength to hold him back when he tries to lean into you again, his heart aching at the way you're keeping him away when he so desperately needs you. 

“Please,” he begs, whimpering, feeling like if you denied him it would crush him beyond repair. “Please flower.”

You breathe out slowly, long and calm, trying to keep yourself together, to not give in. It wasn’t fair, every brick you painstakingly spent building against them came down like a house of cards. Tears prickle the corner of your own eyes. This wasn’t fair. 

He manages to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose sniffing against your neck. It’s still there, muted but he could still smell it. You hear the low hum of a growl in his throat.

“Taehyung, talk to me,” you say gently, needing him to verbalise his actions so you didn’t misread them. 

“You’re not supposed to smell like him!” he cries, closing his eyes in pain. “You’re supposed to smell like us, you’re mine.”

Your heart leaps before it falls. 

“Tae,” your bottom lip trembles, doesn’t he realise how cruel this was. “You can’t say shit like that.”

He hears you sniff, moving away enough to see the look of sadness on your face. But he doesn’t understand why it’s there. Did you really not feel the same way? No, that wasn’t it, the way you looked up at him, begging him to stop but they were soft on him, so loving. 

“Why?” he dares to ask, it comes out a whisper, his heart pounding as he inspects you. You close your eyes, wanting to laugh at how pathetic you are. It causes tears to fall out of the corner of your eyes. You let go of his wrists to wipe them away, ready to answer him, ready to confess and leave him forever to save yourself from more pain. 

A creak startles you both, the door opening to reveal the others making their way back from their respective meetings, all of them staring at the scene, completely taken back. 

“Baby girl?” Namjoon is the first to step towards you both, his eyes flickering between you both. The concern on his face turns to one of anger, aimed at the tiger but you had already decided it was towards you. 

You can’t deal with this. Turning away you try to make your leave, only to be held back, Taheyung grabbing your hand in his and making you face him. 

“Why?’ he repeats, more adamantly. He needed to know, because whether he was right or wrong would change everything. 

“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls warningly. His eyes fixed on your hands together. 

“This is between me and flower,” he glares at his hyung, the threat in his eyes clear for the wolf not to get involved. He turns back to you, the others watching intently. “Why?”

You feel defeat ripple through your chest, your face scrunching as you sniff back the sob working its way out. 

“Because my stupid human brain is going to misunderstand,” you voice is heavy with tears, a few slipping out against your wishes. “Your actions mean something different for humans than they do for hybrids.”

He almost scoffs, this was what you always did. They were so obvious with their affection and love and you rationalised it wrong every time.

“What does it mean for humans, flower?” he almost sounds like he’s mocking you, a new stern and unforgiving look on his face as he moves closer to you. 

“Taehyung stop,” you beg, not wanting to go through with this, to feel embarrassed about your feelings when he figured it out. “Please.”

“Taehyung maybe we shou-”

The glare he sends Hoseok’s way has the lion biting his tongue. They were all panicked, what if the tiger’s actions cost you them forever?

“What do kisses mean for humans?” he asks again, louder, more demanding, not letting the subject drop. “Or better yet… What do you think they mean for hybrids?”

“You kissed her?” Both of you ignore Namjoon’s outburst, Taehyung not caring if he misunderstood. 

The corners of your lips pull down so far, your eyes welling ready for overspill as you implore him silently to let you go. Why was he being so cruel? You had never known him to be like this before, what did he want from you? You breathe shakily, feeling lost until it hits you, he’s figured it out. He knows. 

Your worst fears come to surface and you pray it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t about to out your feelings to the others. He watches you struggle for words, deciding to take pity on you.

“Because last time I checked,” he breathes, his heart pounding in his chest hard as he takes a leap of faith. “They mean the same thing for us as they mean for you.”

It takes you a second, he can see the crease between your brows before your whole face goes slack with disbelief. He can see the puzzle pieces finally fit into place through your eyes, unable to help himself, smiling when he can feel your pulse match his. 

He takes another step closer, the distance between you only a hair width. Final drops of tears fall out of your eyes as he watches your pupils dilate when he leans in. You don’t pull away when his lips press against yours, you pull him closer.

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