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The Rabbit on the Moon

This is something you can’t ever break, no matter what. This is my promise to you Y/N. I will protect you.” I smiled and tightened my pinky in his, “it’s a promise Jungkook.” -The Rabbit on the Moon Pt. 3

The Rabbit on the Moon:

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Maybe its the Full Moon?

To get your day done right, read a really story oriented smut that I wrote while on sleeping medicine! It’s actually pretty alright. Message me or reblog if you want more supernatural!AU for BTS! 

It was cold in the house.

You were always cold now-a-days.

Ever since Jimin left you were freezing, in your heart and in your body. There was no light and nothing to keep you warm.

No matter how many blankets you had, you still shivered, because none of them were him.

You watched the snow fall down from the sky in a beautifully horrible manner. It made you remember the boy who loved to run through the fields during the summer with you. As well as during the winter.

Park Jimin was your best friend since childhood. Since his parents passed away when he was young, yours had taken him in. Your parents were friends when they were younger as well and decided that Jimin would be treated like one of their own. Except that they always teased the two of you would get married in the future. Your mother would giggled and tease Jimin and say that he would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle one day. Being children you laughed at her and say no way, but as you grew, you noticed something very different about Jimin.

Especially once he hit puberty and turned into a massive wolf.

Yes, Park Jimin was a werewolf.

You remember his wolf form being beautiful and strong, and incredibly fast. Although it was hard for him to live in the small village of your birth. He always had to hide his abilities and try not to get angry in front of anyone.

Jimin was well tempered normally, but if anyone ever hurt you, then there was going to be hell to pay and you knew that well. You tried your best to always be kind to everyone so they would never find a reason to pick on you for fear of Jimin lunging at them, revealing the secret of his true identity.

You always thought of Jimin during the winter, because he was so warm. He'd always find a reason to sneak into your bed at night to keep you nice and toasty. He liked how cold you were because that made him feel a little less sweaty at night. Jimin would always steal your hands and place them on his forehead to make sure that his temperature would stay at a comfortable level.

The two of you used to make jokes about him being a God of Fire and you being a Goddess of Ice.

But eventually, as all young people do, Jimin started yearning for adventure.

"Maybe we could travel here one day, Jagi?"

He would say in the cutest voice ever. You'd always respond the same way.

"Maybe, Oppa."

One day, six boys showed up on your door step with Jimin in their midst. They introduced themselves as Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook. They were werewolves as well. However they were a little different than normal werewolves. They were nomads. They moved from place to place to keep their identities safe as well as their heritage.

The boys were very kind and always made sure that Jimin came home safe and sound. It all worked swimmingly, Jimin got to hang out with members of his own kind and they earned another member of their pack, and you got to have Jimin home with you at the end of the day.

However, these happy days couldn't last. And you remember the day that it all ended...

-_-_-_-_-

It was raining again.

You knew Jimin would be out frolicking with his fellow pack mates while they fought and had their fun. You missed hanging out with the cute little boy that had filled your childhood with nothing but good memories. But you knew he was happy where he was, and you had to respect that he was a little different than you.

And by a little you meant a lot.

A few hours passed and you noticed the rain was only getting worse. You decided you were going to call him. Just as you pressed the call button, Jimin stumbled through the door stoic and soaked to the bone.

"Jimin-oppa!" you yelped, running over to him quickly. His face was dark and that worried you. What had happened? Was he alright?

"___-ah," he breathed, bringing you into his arms in a bone crushing hug. You gasped at his strength and tapped his arm, desperate for air. Jimin seemed to noticed because his death grip loosened, but his arms still remained firm around your body.

"What's going on? Why are you so late? Why do you look so sad?" you asked, sick with worry. Jimin huffed and pulled back from you, pulling his shirt over his head. It wasn't uncommon for him to take off various items of clothing, seeing as how he was always so warm.

"They asked me to go with them," he said, tossing his shirt in the laundry basket. Your heart stopped as you stared at the back of the boy that used to cling to you during thunderstorms. The boy who ran through fields of daisies with you until you both collapsed in giggles. The boy who would do anything to stay by your side.

"And what did you say?" you asked, walking into his room tentatively.

"I said no," you gasped and smacked him on the back roughly causing him to whip around and face you. "Aish! What the hell was that for?" he asked, looking at you with curiosity and annoyance.

"Why the hell did you say no? Don't you understand what will happen to you if you stay here? Someone is going to find you at some point and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you," you whispered, placing your hands on his face gently, caressing his cheeks with affection.

He grabbed your hands and put them at your sides. "I had to say no, I can't leave you here alone. Your parents would kill me. I have a duty to you first," he said with indignation. Your heart swelled and you brought him into your arms.

"Jimin-oppa, you know how dangerous it is for you when the full moon comes out. And I don't even want to think about what happens when you leave for that week during mating season. You mean so much to me, but you aren't safe if you stay here," you murmured into his warm skin.

"You're not safe if I leave you here alone," he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist. You sighed and held onto him as if it was going to be the last time you ever did.

"I'll be fine, you know I will. I'll tell mom and dad what happened, they'll understand. Perhaps I can get one of my friends to stay here with me until I can move in with mom and dad, yeah? I'll stay safe. Don't you worry, everything will be alright. Please, go with them, live free like you should," you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

His grip became tighter around you but you didn't protest this time. You let him hold you as tightly as he could. You tried to memorize everything about him. The way his back sloped downwards in an attractive manner. The way his eyes twinkled with joy. The daisies of your youth.

Anything you could think of you tried to remember it and make it as solid in your memory as your name.

"Call them and tell them you changed your mind. Alright? Go with them, and promise me you'll be happy," you said, trying so desperately to keep the tears from falling.

You knew this day was going to come. But why did it have to be today? Why couldn't it be next week? Why couldn't it be next year?

Why did he have to leave at all?

You knew that he would be safer with his own kind, but it still killed you inside when you thought of waking up in a cold room on a winter morning. When you wouldn't have someone to bake for.

Finally the tears fell and Jimin could feel your body shaking with the emotion that you had been bottling up for the past weeks.

They had been dropping subtle hints to him about leaving, even when you were around. They weren't doing it to be malicious, but they knew just as you did that Jimin had to go with them. He would be infinitely safer on the move than stagnant.

"Don't cry Jagi, I'll come and visit you. Or we can meet up somewhere... Or I could stay here with you until we're old... We'll be so old together, doesn't that sound fun? You could whack me with your cane as you try to get around the house," Jimin said, thinking of a future that could never be.

"Call them," you said, pulling back from your embrace and wiping your tears away, covering them with a smile. "Call them or I will... You know you have to go, we both knew you would have to at some point. That's alright, oppa," you said, smiling despite the pain that was throbbing in your heart.

Jimin did as you asked and picked up the phone.

"Hyung? Yeah, it's me. You haven't left yet, right?"

The sound of his voice trailed off as he walked into his room and shut the door, leaving you out in the kitchen alone. You tried to find something to occupy your time with, but nothing seemed to stand out to you. All you wanted to do was cling to Jimin and beg him not to go, but you knew that in your heart this was the right thing to do. He would be happier off adventuring and doing things that he loves. Not stuck in a town where he has to be afraid to be himself.

"Jagi...? Are you still crying?" he asked, walking over and resting his hand on your shoulder. You shook your head and placed a hand on his forearm.

"When are you leaving?" you asked, wanting to know how long you had before he was ripped from your life.

"Namjoon-hyung said they would be over in a few minutes," Jimin trailed off, looking at the floor. Despair hung in the air like a wet cloth and you both felt weighted by the realization that you two would be living without one another for the first time in sixteen years.

"I see, you caught them just in time then. That's good," you whispered, trying so hard to keep yourself together, even though you were falling apart inside. Jimin had been your rock for so many years. Keeping you smiling during the hard times and making the good times even better.

The two of you went to the couch and simply hung onto each other like your lives depended on it.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Jimin's head peaked up and the two of you stared at each other. There was finality in the air as you approached the door.

You opened it to reveal the six boys you had grown to care for as well over the past months. You gestured for them to come inside and they did so, taking off their shoes politely at the door as usual. Jimin gave them all a hug as they celebrated their newest pack member. You watched from afar as the younger pack members jumped about and howled.

"We're sorry to take him from you like this, but you know what will happen if he stays," Jin, the oldest member of the pack said, approaching you with a sad smile on his face. You nodded and kept your eyes trained on Jimin, trying to memorize every piece of him.

"I understand that he has to go with you, but it still feels like I'm loosing a member of my family as well... Because we've grown up together, he means so much to me... But he'll be happier with you all, I know he will," you whispered, fighting the burning sensation in your eyes. Jin wrapped his arms around you in a firm hug that gave you a sort of comfort that you knew Jimin wouldn't be able to give you.

"I will do everything I can to keep him safe and bring him back to you once more, I promise I will do everything in my power to bring him home again," he whispered in your ear. You let out a choked sob into his shoulder and hung onto him like a life line.

"Please keep him safe. Please, please keep him safe. Whatever you do, keep Jimin safe from harm," you begged into Jin's shoulder. He rubbed your back and pulled you away to wipe your eyes.

"Come on everyone, night is going to be over soon and we need to get going before the hunters head out for their early escapades," he said with a demanding voice. You knew Jin wasn't a very tough personality, but he was the oldest and the whole pack respected their hyung.

The boys began to head for you, hugging you one by one and whispering apologies and promises into your ear before heading for their shoes. Jimin approached you and picked you up and held onto you tightly. The other pack members looked at the two of you with remorse and guilt. Knowing they were tearing up another pack of its own. The two of you were closer than anything and the thought of him leaving you was enough to kill you. But you had to be strong for Jimin, you couldn't be weak after he left. You had to keep living.

"Jimin-oppa... I'm going to miss you," you whispered against his neck. Jimin rubbed your back and nodded.

"I'm going to miss you too, please, stay safe," he breathed, keeping his arms locked around you.

The two of you wouldn't even be able to contact each other. They were going to places where phones weren't going to be good and if they did rival packs could trace them back to you. And that would be dangerous for you.

"I'll stay safe for you, and when you come home, I'll have your favorite meal waiting hot on the table, along with mom and dad smiling too. So you go and be happy, I'll see you soon," you whimpered, feeling the floodgates open and sobs wrack your body. Jimin seemed to react in a similar way because you felt tears on your shoulder. He had always been emotional since he was a child, and you were glad that was a trait that had stuck with him to adulthood.

You sneaked a look up at the fellow young men that were standing in your doorway. They all have guilt etched across their faces, knowing that your heart was breaking. Jimin sniffled and continued to hang onto you.

"I look forward to it, stay safe Jagi, be good." With that, he pulled away and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead before grabbing his shoes and walking out of the door, leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen while the rain poured down outside.

-_-_-_-_-

You fought the tears that had fallen far too many times at that memory. It had been three years since that night and you knew Jimin was probably happier now than he's ever been.

The day was calling and you set your feet on the ground before dragging yourself out of bed. You were a nurse now and you finally had a day off. You'd been on call for the past week and you found it easier to just stay at the hospital instead of making the hour drive home. A couple friends that you had made at the hospital offer you a couch or a bed during those times, to make sure that you would at least be comfortable.

However, nothing quite felt like your bed at home. And nothing felt like your bed unless Jimin was sharing it with you.

You always thought of Jimin whenever winter arrived, and now was no different. You saw his smile in the sun that rose over the white landscape. You saw his dark eyes in your morning coffee.

The memories hurt, but they were better than feeling nothing at all, which is how you felt a majority of the time. You liked your work, because helping people was a useful skill at least, and if you got hurt at home you knew how to fix it. You had been studying to be a surgical tech for the past nine months and clinicals were coming up so you had to hit the books extra hard for the time being.

Your parents knew you were struggling without Jimin with you, but they never showed up for a visit or anything of the like. Jimin had reached out to you twice in the past years, and once was a post card from Japan, and the other was a voicemail on your cell phone.

You remember every word he said to this very second.

"Hello Jagi! It's been too long since I've heard your voice. I miss you a lot. I'm safe, and I'm doing well! Please, don't be sad! I'll see you sooner than you think! Bye!"

You still had it on your phone and it was from a year ago. You didn't get a new phone purely because you knew that you would loose that voicemail from so long ago. But his voice was so sweet and pure that you could cry.

However, time for reminiscing was over. It was time to study.

You grabbed your books and continued on the chapter you had been working on for a few days, and the hours began to tick by.

Before you knew it, night had fallen and it was dark in your home.

You left the book open on the table and crawled back to bed.

It was still cold.

Because Jimin wasn't there to share it with you.

-_-_-_-_-

It was almost two o'clock in the morning and you were awoken by furious banging at your front door. It could be one of your friends from the hospital coming to get you for a late night at work. So you gathered your things and went to answer the door in your silky pajamas.

"Yes, what is it-Taehyung! What are you doing here?" you squeaked, seeing the man who now had much lighter brown hair then the last time you'd seen him and more scars on his hands. He looked older. Tired.

"____. It's Jimin, we need your help," he breathed, looking distressed. Your heart dropped to your stomach at his tone but you remained as composed as you could.

"What's wrong? Where is he? And were are the others?" you asked, looking past him.

"They're trying to get Jimin out of the car safely. We couldn't carry him all the way without making his injuries even worse."

Injuries?

Making them worse?

"Taehyung you tell me right now what happened," you growled, grabbing him by the jacket collar. He gripped your hands and pried them off before looking behind him.

"Hyungs!" you looked where his eyesight was directed and you almost threw up at the sight.

Jimin was covered in blood and bruises. His hyungs were carefully carrying him up the driveway and towards the house. You fought the urge to scream, instead, your nursing instinct kicked in.

"Taehyung, can you drive?" you asked, running to get a note pad.

"Yeah I can why?" he asked, following you to the kitchen.

"I need these items, go to this store, they should still be open. It's an emergency pharmacy that's open at all hours," you said, handing him your wallet.

"___-ah! What are you doing?" Taehyung questioned while you pushed him towards the door.

"Hurry up, now! Go! I don't have everything I need here, so get your ass in gear and go!" you yelled, pushing him out the door and running to the bedroom to make preparations for Jimin. You grabbed towels and a bowl of warm water, placing hydrogen peroxide in the steel bowl and leaving a wash cloth in there to soak. You also went and grabbed all of the bandages you could find. You set the towels down on the bed in a hastened manner, hearing their footsteps drawing closer.

"___-ah! Where is Taehyung going?" You heard Namjoon's voice from the doorway.

"I need him to get me some medical supplies! Bring him in here," you shouted, grabbing more bandages and scissors to cut his clothing with. You also found another bottle of hydrogen peroxide that you knew you were going to need. The familiar coppery scent of blood wafted through the room and you felt sick, but not because of the smell, because of who it belonged to.

"Jin-hyung, close the door behind you," Hoseok said before helping Jungkook and Namjoon rest Jimin on the bed. Jimin was unconscious and bleeding really badly. You noticed that his hair was blonde now and it was almost the color of his coat when he was in his wolf state.

"Jimin-oppa," you breathed, reaching out for the man whom you hadn't seen in years. His hair was blonde, similar to what is was in his wolf form and he looked stronger, a lot more lean as well. The years had aged him. Just as they had done to you.

"Is there anything you can do for him?" Namjoon asked, giving you a serious look.

You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, trying to figure out where to start. "What happened to him? What are you all doing back here? I need answers to give him proper treatment," you stated, grabbing the bowl with water and hydrogen peroxide in it. You dabbed it on the smaller wounds and watched it fizz, disinfecting the area afflicted.

"We were coming back to visit you, as a surprise for your birthday coming up. Jimin practically demanded we come back since we were in the area already. But, what we didn't know what that there was a rival pack that had been hunting us down and doing surveillance. I guess one of them caught wind of you, and how you and Jimin had grown up together. Making him a 'tame' wolf. That's what they call wolves who weren't raised by werewolf families or a pack... They mentioned hunting you down and devouring you, or forcing you to be their mate... Not that we would ever let that happen. Jimin snapped and lunged for the leader. Seeing as how he's not an alpha wolf yet, it was a brutal fight," Jin said, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking out of the window.

"Those assholes," you murmured, continuing to dab the wounds with a tenderness only you could possess for the young man.

"They also cheated, more than one attacked Jimin-hyung at once. Without giving fair warning. No snarls or growls. It was a cheap shot," Jungkook growled before resting his head on the bed beside Jimin and then he seemed to whimper like a pup who was scared. You reached over and placed your hand on his head to try an ease his worry. Jungkook leaned into your touch and rested his head on your knee, giving you ample room to work on Jimin's wounds.

You looked for the fabric scissors and saw them on the table. "Yoongi-oppa, can you hand me those scissors? I need to cut his shirt and pants off," you said, looking back down at his body with worry.

Yoongi was quick to comply and handed you the cold metal tool in an instant. You nodded your thanks and began cutting his shirt off in delicate strips.

The blood was thick and congealing in globs, trying to clot itself to save Jimin's life, but all was proving futile. The wounds were severe and you weren't sure if you had the expertise to help Jimin properly. But you knew you were his only chance at survival at this point. You couldn't take him to a hospital. These kinds of injuries would surely cause suspicious and Jimin's temperature would be more of a concern as well.

Except now, Jimin's temperature was dropping, and fast. This concerned your more than anything. He was a wolf, so he was going to be much warmer than any human. A temperature of ninety-eight point six would prove to be detrimental to a werewolf. Their normal body temperature rests around one hundred and eight to one hundred and fifteen depending on age.

"His temperature is dropping quickly. We need something to warm him up once he's clean," you mumbled, trying to think of something to help him. An idea popped into your head, "Hoseok-Oppa, there's a heating blanket in the front closet by the door. Go out there and get if for me please. Jungkook see if Taehyung has gotten to the pharmacy yet," you ordered, quickly getting back to Jimin's condition.

The youngest member of the pack was quick to obey your order and ran out of the room towards the front door, his elder following him at a fast pace. Finally, Jimin's shirt was off and you could see the damage here. You gasped at the deep claw marks that marred his skin and you could feel the familiar burning of tears flooding your eyes.

"Don't. Just try and see if you can fix him before you already give up," Yoongi said, staring at you with a hard glare. You sniffled and wiped your eyes and grabbed the wash cloth and began wiping away the blood. Namjoon even came over and began to help you, grabbing a separate wash cloth and dabbing at the wounds towards his shoulders and neck area.

The work went faster with two people putting effort towards the result, so you decided to put your oppa's to work.

"Yoongi-oppa, whenever you notice the bowl getting too red, can you take it from us and clean it out and bring back a new bowl of water with hydrogen peroxide it in? That would be extremely helpful," you asked, giving him a pleading look. Yoongi nodded in a lethargic way, but you knew he would do what you asked if it meant helping one of his pack members. "Jin-oppa, can you take these scissors and carefully start removing Jimin-oppa's pants. Be careful that you don't actually cut his skin," you said, holding out the bloodied scissors to the oldest pack member. Jin nodded and took the scissors without a second glance, getting to work immediately.

Soon, everyone was doing some form of work. Namjoon and you were cleaning Jimin's wounds as fast as you could. Jungkook was searching your drawers for some of Jimin's old clothes, praying that they would still fit after three years of time passing. Taehyung called and said he got double of everything, maybe three if you wrote it in bold. He also said that he paid, because it wasn't your fault that Jimin was in this state. It was there's for not controlling their underling. Yoongi was very attentive, taking the bowl away and replacing it with fresh water and peroxide when he saw fit. Jin was almost done with Jimin's pants, leaving the wounds untouched. You gave a quick thought about him being a nurse as well, with how efficient he was in doing the task you had asked of him.

Jungkook came in with some sweatpants and new boxers that you had kept in a drawer in your room incase you ever found a need for them. He set them on the side table. Hoseok followed him in with the heated blanket you asked from him. You smiled and told Jungkook to come help Yoongi, preparing a new bowl before you had need of it would be the most efficient way to clean. So then you wouldn't have to wait for Yoongi to clean and fill the previous bowl. So the men had a sort of assembly line going. Yoongi would take the dirty bowl and hand you the new clean one while Jungkook worked on the cleaning and refilling of the next bowl. Normally by the time Jungkook was done cleaning and refilling you were ready for the next bowl anyways.

Hoseok was still waiting on Taehyung, saying that he was still in the store.

You and Namjoon worked down Jimin's body, cleaning and inspecting his wounds. His upper torso had three deep gash wounds that you knew would need stitches. His shoulder was dislocated and you were fairly certain that he had a few broken ribs. You hadn't even had a chance to look at his legs yet. All the while, Jimin's temperature kept dropping.

"He feels really cold. He's starting to feel more like noona," Jungkook said, placing his hand on Jimin's forehead. Your head snapped up and you ran for the kitchen quickly. You grabbed a hot water bottle that you had kept there for period reasons and filled it up with steaming hot water. After it was full you darted back into the room and placed the water bottle underneath Jimin's neck, hoping that it wouldn't shock his system, but keep him warm enough to hold out until you could get him under the blanket.

Finally you and Namjoon reached his legs and began the cleaning process all over again. Taehyung had arrived not soon after with all you had asked for. He even grabbed some sheets that were on sale.

Nice snag.

The two of you who were cleaning worked fast and evaluated the situation. Jimin had bad bruising on his lower left calf, possibly a severe strain. The guys assured you that it wouldn't take long for that to heal, but rather focus on the more prominent injuries. He had a bad gash on his right thigh, but other than that, his legs were mainly just dirty and bruised. You and Namjoon cleaned away, making sure that no inch of him was left bloodied and dirt covered. Taehyung and Yoongi were working on setting up a table for you that had all of the equipment that you required, while Hoseok cleaned all of your equipment. You were hoping to get your surgical technician license early next year and that gave you the confidence you needed to continue. That and you knew that without your help, Jimin would likely be dead.

Taehyung and Jin worked together to flip Jimin onto his good side, careful as to not disturb any of the deeper wounds on his chest and his dislocated shoulder. You stared at his back. It was broad and muscled. If it wasn't covered with blood and dirty you were certain you would be drooling. However, there was a deep cut in his lower back causing you great concern. Namjoon and you both cleaned it delicately as you had the rest of his battered form. You watched in remorse as the wound kept bleeding profusely.

You had to stitch it up and you had to do it now.

Without much more thought you jumped up and ran to the sink and washed off your hands, pouring hydrogen peroxide onto your skin to sterilize it the best you could. After that you snatched some latex gloves from a box under your skin in the bathroom and threw those on, making sure you didn't touch anything before you got to Jimin's body. Taehyung was already waiting with the curved needle and thread, handing you your needle driver's that you had been using for practice. Yoongi had filled a surgical syringe with hydrogen peroxide and water, hopefully creating a make shit flush. You had to work fast.

"Jungkook and Taehyung, hold Jimin on his side and keep him there. If he wakes up during this process then you'll need to keep him still as you can. Make sure to avoid his major injuries," you ordered. The young pack members were quick to listen and did as you instructed. "Namjoon-oppa, grab a flashlight for me as well as a mask." Namjoon left the room to grab what you had requested. "Yoongi-oppa, be ready to flush out the wound when I say so," Yoongi nodded and went to grab a bowl to mix enough of the solution in so he didn't have to run to the sink constantly during the procedure. Namjoon came back and placed the mask on your face so you didn't have to touch anything. After placing the mask on you, he turned the flashlight on and aimed it directly at Jimin's wound. "Hoseok-oppa, be ready to grab bandages for me once I'm done suturing his wound. Jin-oppa, would you assist me?" you asked, looking to the oldest member. Jin nodded and stalked to the bathroom to clean his hands as well.

Everyone was in position, now you just had to get this right. The depth of the stitches and how many you put in were very important. You assessed the damage and decided the best way to approach the injury. You had the would parallel to you and you told Yoongi to flush it. He did so and the wound was patted dry by Jin. Finally, you were ready to begin. You reached forward punctured the skin, working the thread through the skin and then tying the knot. You did this repeatedly, asking for patting and flushing throughout the procedure.

Soon, you were looking at a closed wound. Yoongi flushed it once more before Jin patted it dry and Hoseok came forward to apply bandages to it. The most serious injury was dealt with and now you could continue your work on the rest of his body.

All of you stayed up until around mid afternoon, working desperately to clean and sterilize all of Jimin's wounds and reset his shoulder. Also helping with his ribs.

Everyone was asleep and you were finishing up cleaning Jimin's face. He had a small cut on his lip that you cleaned and there was also a cut on his eyebrow that you were tending to. His temperature was at a stable level for now and you all could finally take a breather. The boys had tried to convince you to sleep, but you knew it would all be a fruitless effort. It was the first time you were seeing Jimin in a very long time and you wanted to see how these years had effected him. You saw scars that weren't there when he left and his whole body seemed foreign to you. Something inside of you, though, recognized him. It was your little Mochi Jimin that had ran through fields of flowers with you all throughout your childhood.

Although now he looked much different from when the two of you were younger. His face was much more chiseled. Dare you say he looked even better than when he left...?

You ran your fingers through his hair and noticed that it was super soft... There was no way he could've dyed it this color without some sort of damage... Did it change color as he got older? How the hell did that work? You noticed that Yoongi and Jungkook's hair had changed as well. Taehyung's also.

There was a knock at the door that startled you from your thoughts. "Come in," you said, wondering who wanted your attention right now. Yoongi walked through the door and shut it behind him. You swallowed hard and bit your lip, trying not to get nervous around your elder.

He walked slowly towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you and grabbing your free hand. You were shocked by the display. It was one of sheer submission and the thought of the second oldest member of the pack bowing his head to you was something out of a story book.

"Thank you for saving, Jimin-ah. We took him from you three years ago and you never argued. You didn't complain. You accepted that he had to come with us and you let him go. Thank you for fixing our mistake. We are all gravely sorry that we broke our promise to you to keep him safe. We all promised that he wouldn't get hurt and we brought him to your door step half dead and you simply helped up. We can't ever than you enough," he said, pressing your hand to his forehead.

You took your hand from his and placed it on his head in a soothing manner, combing your fingers through his hair much like you had to Jimin when he was younger and having a fit. Yoongi instantly relaxed and became appeased at the motions.

"Of course I will help you, any of you. If you ever need me, I'll be here to help you through whatever I can. If Jimin trusts you, then I trust you. If Jimin loves you, I love you. You'll always have a home here with me. All of you. You can stop listening through the door now," you teased, lifting your head and watching the door creak open to reveal two teary eyed men and three crying children.

Hoseok surged forward and took you in his arms, careful not to hit Jimin or Yoongi.

"Oh, ___-ah! We care for you as well! You're one of our most treasured friends!" he said, sniffling with tears running down his face. Jungkook and Taehyung followed suit right after, grabbing a free part of your body and hung onto it, crying and sniffling like little boys. Their older hyungs came forward and kneeled similar to Yoongi and showed you their appreciation. You smiled at their devotion to you and their love for their fellow pack member. You fought back tears and gave them each a long hug.

"Thank you for doing all you can for him, we know it was hard for you to see him like that," Namjoon said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded in acknowledgment and gave him a smile, easing the tension in the room.

Hoseok offered to help you give Jimin a bath, seeing as how there was no way in hell you were doing it alone. The two of you carefully brought two large bowls of water and sponged him clean. You leaving for a small portion while Hoseok cleaned his, uh, other parts. After that you were free to wash him your self. It was just his hair that you needed to do and you could tell that Hoseok needed to rest some more.

You sat there with Jimin's head hover in your lap delicately, placed strategically over a bowl of warm water to wash with. You worked hard to get all of the dirt and leaves out of his now blonde hair, hoping that the blood that was stuck to it wouldn't have stained it. You really enjoyed this new color on him. Thankfully it all washed out and his hair was left nice and clean for him. You carefully towel dried it, making sure that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for him when he woke up.

A yawn shook your body and you knew that you needed to get some sleep. You'd been up for almost twelve hours and you were running on maybe two hours of restless sleep prior to that. You set Jimin up in bed to as where he wouldn't hurt his shoulder that was in a sling, thankfully there from where you hurt your forearm a few months back. You checked his head and he was warm to you, which was a good thing. The boys would come check him soon enough and before you knew it, you were falling into a peaceful sleep on the bed next to Jimin.

You slept better than you had in years.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a week, and Jimin hadn't woken up.

Fear gripped everyone's hearts, and no one could determine why he wasn't waking up. You had set up a nutrient drip for him that would keep him alive for the time being, and you checked his vitals frequently throughout the day.

All of the boys got a lesson in emergency medicine if you had to go out for something and Jimin's condition took a sudden turn.

If worst came to worst, they were to call an ambulance for their friend.

It was only if there was no chance of survival.

You prayed that you would never have to call those dreaded numbers, and so far you hadn't had to do any of that.

Jimin's temperature was fine and his wounds were healing up nicely due to his accelerated healing as a werewolf. You even took out some of the smaller sutures earlier in the day. You were fairly certain that most of the smaller wounds weren't going to scar, but his larger ones were more likely to leave a mark.

The boys were impatient. They weren't used to staying in one place for so long like you and Jimin were. You were surprised they lived here for a few months by the way they were acting now.

Would this be how Jimin acted when he woke up? Would he be more interested in the outside world than what's inside your tiny house? The thought left a sour taste in your mouth and you decided that you should go check on Jimin once again.

Right before you laid your hand on the door, an arm reached our and snatched your wrist in a tight grip. You looked back and noticed that it was Taehyung. You eyed him curiously and tried to get your wrist back. He had a very stern look on his face, something that was unusual for the younger male. Even though he was only younger than you by a month.

"Taehyung, what's going on...?" you asked, giving him a weird look.

"Have you eaten yet today?" he grilled, looking at your form. You sighed and shook your head.

What was the point in eating if you were going to have to drop it in a moments notice to go save someone's lives?

No wonder nurses are either skinner or overweight. You either eat it all at once or you didn't eat at all...

Taehyung seemed to be frustrated as he led you to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and grabbed an orange and peeled it, shoving the pieces into your mouth and waiting for you to chew and swallow before handing you another piece. After that he force fed you a granola bar, then making you drink an entire bottle of water.

The other boys giggled at how he was treating you, but they knew what he was doing was necessary. You weren't taking caring of yourself. Instead you were focused on keeping everyone else healthy and happy. Although, no one can be cared for if you pass out from malnutrition.

You smiled at Tae and patted his head, pinching his cheek in an endearing way, hoping that you would see that goofy smile that fit his face much better than the broodish look he was wearing now. Just like clock work Tae's face lit up and he giggled a little, booping your nose in response. The mood was lighter and you all felt a little bit better.

After eating something you seemed to get a little brighter yourself and you walked in to check Jimin's vitals.

Pulse?

Normal.

Temperature?

Warm, to you.

Bandages?

Clean, just changed them.

Hair?

Clean, washed it yesterday.

Blood pressure?

Little low, but he's been laying down for an extended period of time so it makes sense.

Everything checked out. He was still fine. You sighed and sat down beside him, running your fingers in his hair. It had become a comfort for you, feeling his presences and being able to touch him again. If you slept at all, you slept in here with him. No one challenged you on it, and no one tried to stop you.

Later on that night, the boys had been out checking the perimeter.

Hoseok went out twenty miles with Jin and Taehyung.

Namjoon went out ten miles with Jungkook and Yoongi. They hadn't returned yet, but you knew they would. Getting out of the house was good for those hooligans. Being cooped up all day made them get anxious, and you could tell. The boys felt like sitting ducks in this house. There was no where to hide, no good leverage point and worst of wall, their comatose pack member was helpless in the bed and there was no way they were going to leave him behind. So getting out and checking everything made them feel a little safer. You as well. There wasn't a chance in hell you would survive a werewolf attack and everyone knew that. Jimin was in no condition to do anything. It would be six against however many decided they wanted to fight, and those odds weren't good ones.

Soon you heard the boys coming home. The howls were distinct and short, letting you know it was really them coming and not another pack. You walked into the kitchen to check on dinner and it was done. You set out the plates and made sure that everything was set up so they could eat. They were always hungry when they transformed out of wolf form, so you made sure there was a hearty meal set out.

The door opened an all hell broke loose.

Jungkook was bleeding.

Namjoon barely had his pants on.

Taehyung was hyperventilating.

Yoongi was deathly quiet.

Hoseok was crying.

Jin looked pissed off.

You immediately went to Jungkook to find it was just a superficial cut that was bleeding a lot. Must've cut a big vein or something along those lines. It was already healing so you simply cleaned the cut best you could and let the process go naturally.

Next you calmed Taehyung down, rubbing his back and telling him to take deep breaths in and out, telling Namjoon to show him how to breathe while you comforted Hoseok. The older man shook like a leaf in your embrace and you wondered what the hell happened. You took Yoongi's hand for a moment while still holding Hoseok and gave him a questioning look. He simply squeezed your hand and looked at the floor gravely.

Jin turned to you and bit his lip, trying to figure out what to say.

"Just tell me what I need to do," you said, trying to make it easier.

The oldest member looked at you and sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, "You need to get the fuck out of here, and fast."

Your heart stopped.

What?

Leave?

"You know I can't do that, Jimin still needs me, the wound on his back still hasn't fully healed. He also isn't off his IV drip yet," you said defensively, letting Hoseok go.

"There's going to be a bloodbath here, and we can't do shit to stop it. We need to pack up our shit and leave. Grab Jimin and put him in the back of a car or van and take him with us. But we can't stay here, we'll all die if we do," Yoongi said, pulling you to face him.

Namjoon stepped forward. "The pack that tried to kill Jimin. They figured out where we went and they confronted us when we regrouped to head back here. One of their youngest members attacked Jungkook which started a standoff. They said we had till tomorrow to get the fuck out of here or we were all dead. Starting with you," he said, throwing his shirt on.

You swallowed hard and thought about the situation you were in. You all had to get out before tomorrow, or you were dead.

"Alright. You guys want to eat dinner before it gets cold?" you asked, walking over and starting to set the table. They all eyed you curiously.

"We just told you we're fucking dead if we don't get out of here and you want us to eat? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Taehyung screamed, trying to keep himself under control.

You gave them all a sad smile. "You all have to get out. Take Jimin with you and take care of him. I'll stay here, hopefully that will keep them here so you guys can get a head start," you stated, already plating some of the food.

Jin came by and ripped the plate from your hand, throwing it onto the ground, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you against the counter.

"Are you being stupid? You're not staying here. You're good as dead if we leave you and Jimin will never forgive us for that," he growled. Yoongi and Hoseok were quick to come to your aid, pulling Jin off of you. Jin huffed and tried to calm down himself.

Everyone was looking like they were ready to fight you on this matter. You could either back down and go with them, or fight them and keep them safe.

You didn't wait three years to give up.

"I won't go with you, I refuse. If you do anything else it's kidnapping. If you try to take me with you I'll find a drug store, find pills and jump in a bathtub. Don't test me on this. I'll die either way," you said, starting to clean up the broken plate. Hoseok ushered you away from the sharp shrapnel and started cleaning it up himself.

Jungkook looked at you with a torn expression. "There's really nothing we can do is there? You won't come with us?" he asked, sounding like he was about to burst into tears.

You shook your head and walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

"You're such a good boy, Jungkook-ah. Continue to be good. You'll be a strong pack leader one day, remember that," you whispered, soothing the shaking boy.

"Don't say goodbye, goodbyes are permanent," Yoongi said, giving you a side glance. All of the pack members except the eldest came over and put their arms around you, hoping for an answer. Hoping that someone would think of a miracle to get you all out of this nightmare alive.

Jin stood up and whirled around, looking at everyone with a firm stare.

The room went dead silent.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with your breath.

"We're going to stay with ____-ah, and we're going to fight," he said with a firm tone.

Yoongi was the first to speak.

"You heard them, how the hell are we going to fight off eight of them when there are six of us? They're all older as well. They have much more experience fighting than any of us do," he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Jin stared at him and then at you.

"Don't give up before you've even tried. We can do it if we stick together and work together. There's nothing we can't do if we work together. If we're going to die, we're going to do it together. Together, or not at all."

Everyone took the weight of their leader's words.

Maybe it wasn't impossible.

Maybe you could do it.

If you did it together... Who was to say you couldn't do it?

-_-_-_-_-_-

The sun rose, and all of you were waiting.

No one dared to breath and no one could barely blink.

Everyone was in position.

Jin and Jungkook were stationed outside of the house. They were the most strategic fighters and they were the strongest out of everyone.

Namjoon and Yoongi were waiting throughout the house with different plans.

If anyone got close to the cellar, which is where you were hiding with Jimin, Yoongi would do his best to fight them off. He was a very different kind of fighter. No one really knew his exact style and that threw a lot of people off their game. He was their wild card and it was a good place to put him. Namjoon was towards the front, back up if Jin and Jungkook needed him or if Yoongi needed him.

Hoseok and Taehyung were setting up different traps around the house. Gasses and bear traps would be enough to slow them down and make them weak when they got to the house, but they knew it wouldn't stop them. They would be look outs and join up with whoever needed them when they needed it.

You sat quietly in the dark cellar with Jimin by your side. His stitches were out and he was more or less recovered... But he still hadn't woken up or done anything of the like. You were sick with worry, but you had to stay strong for everyone else, because they were just as scared as you were. There was a gun strapped to your thigh. If all else failed you were to aim and shoot. Don't have any regard for the life, protect your own, is was Namjoon advised to you. You weren't certain you could take a life, regardless if they were trying to end your own. But you could do anything to save Jimin.

He meant everything to you.

A strange feeling settled in your stomach. It wasn't nerves or anything like that. It was more of a dread. Like you wanted to say something that you knew you couldn't, or like it would never be heard.

Wanting to tell someone something, and never being able to tell them.

It was the situation that you were put in that was making you feel this way...

Jimin...

The more you thought about your memories, the more and more your heart began to fill with this dread.

All of the times he had crawled in your bed to keep you warm at night. All of the times that you had made him ramen, even though he complained that it swelled up his face. When you saw him transform for the first time and you had never been so scared, but so secure at the same time. Jimin was your life. He was your childhood and you wanted him to be your future...

Why did you have to make these realizations now!? At the worst fucking time! When you were literally staring death in the face and saying, "What's up?"

You loved this big wolf! You loved him more than you needed to breathe. It all made sense. Why you felt so cold whenever he wasn't near you. It was because he brought warmth and light into your life, ever since you were young, and when it was suddenly gone, you didn't know how to be warm.

You started to think about his undeniably good looks and how many times you'd gotten yourself off to the thought of him sneaking into your bed one night and having his way with you. It was a popular fantasy in your teenage years...

Suddenly, a loud growl ripped through the air. The hair on the back on your neck stood straight up and you knew that the rival pack had arrived. Yips and growls hovered through the house, and you wrapped Jimin up in your arms and held his head close to your chest, praying for a miracle to save you all.

Then, it all got quiet.

There was no sound.

You could hear a pin drop if you had the courage to move or blink.

A low growl hung in the air, and you recognized it as Jin. It was a defensive move, giving a warning.

The last chance for either party to turn back.

There was a shuffle of paws and then all hell broke loose, for the second time in the last twelve hours. Growls and snarls pierced the air and you heard whining from wolves getting attacked.

Your boys were out numbered, and you knew that. But you hoped that there was a way that the traps had evened the odds a little bit.

The floor near you still hadn't made any motions. Yoongi was in wolf form, but other than that, he had remained still. You wondered if all of the others were fighting and he was standing guard. Or if they hadn't gotten in the house yet.

If they hadn't then there was a positive outlook on this battle. If they had, well, they there still was hope...

You heard a heavy thud and you knew a wolf was down. You didn't know who it was, but the snarling and growling only seemed to be getting louder and louder. It was getting closer.

Yoongi moved above you and you realized he was getting into a fighting stance, ready to defend you and Jimin. You slammed your hand over your mouth in and attempt to keep yourself from crying out.

Your eyes wandered to Jimin's beautiful pale hair that was the only thing you could see in the dark. This was going to be the only time you could say it. Might as well say it out loud before you die...

The growls and yipping was getting to be like it was right in your ear, and you knew you didn't have time. You shifted your weight and were careful not to hit Jimin's IV. You leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before leaning towards his ear.

"Jimin," you said, dropping the honorifics. "I've loved you since we were children. I want you to know that before we die," you whimpered, trying to keep as quiet as you could.

Another thud and you heard Yoongi's whimpers.

He was down. There was the sound of sniffing and you reached for your gun without giving it another thought. You heard the sounds of bones cracking and then the sounds of boots smacking on the cellar door.

You were found.

In less than ten minutes.

The door to the cellar flew open and a man in a long winter coat walked forward. His eyes were glowing yellow and his teeth were slightly elongated.

"Well well well, this is where they were hiding their little whore? And the boy that I had a good round with, how hilarious. Not awake yet are you buddy?" he sneered, laughing at Jimin's state.

"D-Don't talk to him like that!" you stuttered, holding the gun up with shaky hands. No sooner did you lift it up before the man had ripped it from your grasp and aimed it at you.

"Never killed someone with a conventional human weapon. I wonder what the appeal is? Care to find out doll face?"

You hugged Jimin and tried desperately to keep yourself from crying.

"Jimin, please save me. Please save me," you whimpered, taking Jimin's hand in yours.

Your head was ripped back, the man grabbing your hair and pulling you off of the bed. A scream tore through the air and you recognized it as your own.

"____-ah! Hang on! Taehyung go help her! Tae! Get up!"

It was so loud, but all you could do was stare at Jimin's unconscious form in the bed and beg someone, anyone to keep him safe. All of the boys safe. If this is all they wanted, then they can have it.

"If you kill me, will you leave them alone? Will you let them go?" you asked, looking up with teary eyes at the man. He snickered at you and nodded his head.

"Sure babe, if that's what'll make this easier, then of course. We can all play nice once your blood is splattered on the wall."

With that you felt the gun press against your temple and the pressure being applied. You gasped at the cold sensation against your skin and goosebumps ran down your spine.

"Jimin, I love you," you whispered.

There was a gunshot and your world went black.

-_-_-_-_-

You opened your eyes and Jimin was there at the foot of your bed, looking at you with worry. His eyes were red and puffy like he'd been crying. You sat up slowly, looking around the room with tired eyes.

Were you dead?

Was this heaven?

"___-ah... You scared me so bad, I thought you had died," he croaked, taking you in his strong arms and pulling you into his warmth. You hummed in approval and ran your hands down his back.

"Jimin-oppa..."

A sniffle broke you out of your little trance and you pulled Jimin's face out of your neck. Tears were flowing freely down his beautiful face and his eyes were...

Blue?

"Jimin-oppa, when did you get blue eyes?" you asked like an idiot. Jimin gave a watery chuckle and wiped his striking blue orbs.

"I went through my first moon phase, and my hair and eyes both changed to this color... Do-Do you not like it?" he asked shyly, playing with the strings on his shirt. You laughed and shoved his shoulder backwards.

"Of course I love it! It's because it's you dummy, and I love you," you said happily, living in the fantasy of heaven with him.

Jimin's face turned serious and he held your face before smashing his lips against your own. You gasped in shock, but eagerly kissed him back, loving the way his plush lips melded against your own in perfect sync.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to deepen the kiss, but Jimin was quick to stop you, pulling away from your mouth and leaving you empty and cold again.

"Hang on a second... You know you're not dead right?" he questioned, trying to confirm your mental state.

You gaped at him like a fish out of water and squealed before hiding yourself under the blanket. You couldn't believe you had just said that to him!

It was different when you were in the cellar. It was a life or death situation and you weren't sure you were going to live to tell him yourself, and you had to say it out loud to sort of except it yourself...

There was a pressure on your leg and you pulled your head out from under the covers. Jimin was staring at you like a puppy who didn't get his treat.

"Jagi... I heard you calling for me... I was so lost in my own head, I had no idea where I was. I'm pretty sure I was dead before you got your hands on me, but somehow you brought me back to life. Even before I left with the pack... Every day you saved me from myself. You reminded me what it felt like to be human, and what it was like to live in a home. I missed being here with you... I wanted to come back all the time, but they told me it was going to be dangerous to do so... When I heard you say you love me... I didn't know how to feel, but I heard your tears and I knew something wasn't right. I woke up and I saw the women I love with a gun to her head and the asshole who tried to kill me smiling all the while. I took that gun and I shot him dead. You passed out and I carried you up here... You scared me so bad, Jagi... I thought you weren't going to live," he whimpered, burying his face in your legs. You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down and watched and he slowly did so.

Soft kisses were placed to your thighs and you giggled in protest. You pushed his shoulder once more, but felt a tingling sensation in between your legs start to grow...

"Jimin, are we alone?" you asked, feeling him lay down beside you in what felt like forever.

"It's oppa. And yes, everyone else is out of the house, blowing off some steam. Why do you ask?" Jimin questioned, playing with your hair.

"You love me, correct?" you asked, turning over to face him.

"Of course, that's a stupid question," he responded deadpan.

"How long have you loved me?"

"The day we built our first snowman together," he said, biting his lip. "Why do you ask?"

Without any other warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own. Jimin understood quickly what you were asking of him and he was quick to act on your impulses. You pushed him onto his back, careful of his bad shoulder, and straddled him, grinding your waist down onto his lap.

Jimin let out a little moan at the contact and looked up at you in disbelief. "What are we doing? Are we really going to do this?" he asked, biting his lip as if he was curious if this was okay.

"I almost died and you almost died, the universe might not give us a second chance. So I want us to show our love to each other, and I want to do it right now with you Park Jimin. Do you have a problem with that?" you asked, pulling your shirt over your head.

He shook his head quickly and sat up, removing his shirt as well. His hot hands caressed your skin, pulling you against his hardening member with alluring rolls of his hips. It was all rather sudden, but you couldn't think of a better time to do it. No time like the present, and you weren't sure what the future was going to bring for the two of you. Nothing was set in stone and you weren't going to be robbed of showing your love to Jimin for another second.

Your lips traced his jawline in teasing motions, drawing a growl from his throat that sent pleasurable chills down your spine.

"I'm not the teasing type baby, don't test me," he muttered, unhooking your bra with efficiency.

You knew there was no way in hell Park Jimin would be a virgin when he came home to you, but you weren't either. It was a drunken night with a boy at a club and you were so mad you could kick yourself. But, it was over now, and at least you could spare yourselves of that awkward first time fumbling that neither of you needed right now. What you needed was the connection that you had been missing all of these years. To feel finally complete.

Jimin groped your breasts with kneading motions, flicking his thumbs over your nipples to add stimulus to your already damp core. You kept your grinding motion on his lap, enjoying the way that his pants rubbed against your mound. Jimin watched you with hungry eyes.

Like a wolf stalking it's prey.

"Is the big bad wolf gonna come and get me?" you teased, leaning forward and biting Jimin's lip and pulling it back with a 'pop'.

A feral snarl ripped through Jimin and he flipped the two of you over and you were on your back in an instant. It took your breath away, but in a good way. Jimin's form melted against yours as he began kissing you without abandon. Your bare chest was against his hot skin and you moved your thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was growing there.

Jimin took noticed and reached his hands inside of your panties, quickly feeling how soaked you really were.

"Jesus Christ, you're absolutely drenched baby... Are you wet for my cock, huh? Is that what you want? Do you want me to mark you as my own? My mate? Do you want me to breed you?" Jimin groaned into your ear at the thought of it all. His skin was starting to become damp and you were desperate to get more of his clothing off.

You fiddled with his belt and it was soon clamoring to the floor with a loud sound. Neither of you seemed to notice, far too caught up in each other to care about what was happening around you. The buttons on his pants were next and you undid them with ease, reaching into his jeans and giving him a few good squeezes, watching him buck into your hand. A smile graced your features and you leaned up to kiss him softly. Jimin reached similarly, cradling your face delicately, placing feather light kisses to your lips in an endearing manner.

"I love you," you breathed, shimming out of your short, throwing them and your panties to the floor without a second thought. Jimin whimpered as you pressed wet, opened mouth kisses to his throat.

"I love you too," he moaned, grabbing at your hips to bring your body closer to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips, trying to memorize the flavor in your mind and to keep it there if he ever left again. This was all about learning more about each other's bodies. What made him moan and what made you fall apart?

It was a discovery period.

Neither of you had bared this much to the other, and the nerves finally started settling in. Jimin had gotten his pants of and was grinding his clothed cock against your center, creating a delicious friction that had you panting softly into his ear. A sudden wave a anxiety flushed over your form and you tensed, hanging onto him a little tighter than you had earlier. Jimin noticed immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

"Do you want to stop? We don't have to do this, Jagi, it's all up to you," he breathed, slowing his hip movements. You whined at the loss of friction and moved your hips against his in an attempt to get the pleasurable sensation back.

"I want this, I want you. Show me you love me," you said, pulling his underwear off of his body.

Jimin leaned forwards and settled his member against your entrance, shuddered at the contact alone. He could only imagine how good it would feel once he was inside of you. You shifted towards him and the tip slide inside of you and you gasped at the pleasurable sensation that filled your stomach. It was hardly inside of you, but the connection the two of you had been missing was slowly getting filled and it was a delectable action.

You gave the go ahead and Jimin pushed forwards, filling you to the brim with his hot, throbbing length. Your head fell back against the pillow and you could hardly breath.

It hurt.

He was huge and you felt like you were being ripped in half. You should've probably waited for him to go down on you or something of the like, because you definitely weren't wet enough to take him in one go.

"Does it hurt?" he panted against your neck. He noticed your tension and was trying very hard not to lose control and pound into you with reckless abandon. You nodded your head slightly before running your nails down his back. The feeling of your sharp nails going down his back caused an involuntary jerk to run through his body.

"Ah! Jimin!" you yelped, grabbing his waist in pain. Jimin pulled back and looked at you with regret.

"Sorry baby! Your nails cause me to buck forward... You feel really good around me, try not to talk too much please... You clench every time you do and I'm already so close to busting," he whimpered, reaching down and rubbing your clit in slow circles to get you warmed up so he could start pounding into you like he wanted.

A soft moan floated through the air. Jimin smiled at your face beneath him. He'd wanted you like this for so long, underneath him stuffed full with his cock. He was a little upset that you weren't a virgin, but that was his own fault for not getting the balls to fuck you sooner. But you were just as tight as a virgin, clenching around him with every breath.

"It's alright, Jimin, you can move now," you exhaled, placing your hand on his cheek.

It didn't take him long before he started moving his hips in a slow, but steady manner. The feeling of Jimin's cock moving in and out of you was an unbelievable sensation. He was so big and so deep inside of you that you were certain he was going to ruin you. However, it felt too good. You would gladly let him tear you open if it meant that you could feel this kind of pleasure again and again and again.

The lewd sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Jimin worked his dick inside of your throbbing pussy.

There wasn't a lot of talking.

You two didn't feel like anything had to be said.

The love was palpable, you could both feel it around you. And inside of you in particular. Jimin was very talented with his hips and every time he pushed back inside of you would give a little swivel that would brush against your clit in a devilish way. You arched your back, yearning for more of his huge length.

You two were really doing this. The two of you that had grown up together were fucking like wolves in heat and it felt amazing. You were certain that you loved Jimin, and everything that came along with that.

You loved the way his blue eyes trailed every single feature of your face while he worked towards your pleasure and his. You almost missed his brown hair and eyes, but you knew that this was how he looked now... And it was hauntingly beautiful. His skin was scarred over, but it just added to the memories the two of you shared. You ran your hands down the slope of his spine and felt the particularly hard thrust that he gave in your throat.

Jimin was sweating and grunting with the effort that he was exerting, but you knew wolves had great stamina and he wouldn't stop until you both were exhausted and boneless afterwards.

You were already feeling boneless as Jimin fucked you like a rag doll against your mattress. The bed smacked against the wall, creating dents in the wall paper and dry wall that were going to be a bitch to explain away.

However, you were beginning to feel that familiar tension in your lower stomach that was such a welcomed old friend. You rushed towards it with desperation.

Jimin could tell you were getting close because you were squeezing the life out of him at the moment.

"Oh fuck baby, you're squeezing me so tight it almost hurts, you're so good, I love you," he breathed, resting his forehead against yours. You reached up and gave him a long kiss before pulling away and letting a string of high pitched moans out, watching his eyes turn darker and darker as the sounds fueled his powerful thrusts.

"Jimin-oppa! Fuck me harder, please! Oh God it feels so good! Right there, fuck, oh God! Jimin!" you moaned. He kept going at the same hard and fast pace that he had set. You were impressed that he hadn't stopped yet, or cum. Especially since he was working so hard.

His cock seemed to enlarge inside of you, if that was possible, and you felt a molten heat flood through your lower body. Your orgasm crashed over you like tidal wave and it left you seeing stars.

You shuddered harshly and Jimin hung onto you, bucking into you as a result of the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your skin was sweaty and your both were a mess of bruises and bite marks. There was also the mess that was a little lower on your body. Jimin kissed your chest and suckled gently on your breast. You gave a little moan and pulled his hair away from his face too look at him better. He looked so handsome when he came. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and his brows were furrowed. He was in utter bliss and it was because of you.

Jimin looked at you through lidded eyes and kissed your stomach gently, going down to your already bruising thigh and looking at them with pain.

"Baby why didn't you tell me I was going too hard? I could've taken it easier on you, I don't want to hurt you," you whined, resting his head in the crook of your neck and pulling out of your battered core.

"Because it felt too good for me to tell you to stop," you giggled, kissing his shoulder lovingly. "It's alright Jimin-oppa, I'll be walking a little funny, but it was definitely worth it," you said, kissing his lips with finality. Jimin nipped at your lip in a teasing manner, but didn't try to make it anything more.

You definitely couldn't handle another round tonight, but that didn't mean that you couldn't get him off a few more times...

As your hand wandered towards his crotch Jimin gave you a shocked look.

"Must be the full moon."

Dark angels, fallen.

Demons.

Vampire playboys.

Surrendering body, soul and spirit.

How did you end up entangled with them.

Hoseok's voice still echoes in your head, to leave this place, this mausoleum.

A place where death himself fears to enter.