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The Royal Calling | JJK

header by @liveyun Pair: Jungkook x F Reader 

Summary: In the midst of surviving, you find yourself in a sticky situation. Your connection with the King, Jeon Jungkook, had you afraid for your life. Certainly, he wouldn’t kill you… Right? But slowly, you figured out your place in the depths of the castle and you yearned to live. 

Genre: Fluff, non-idol au, werewolf au, royalty au, strangers to lovers (s2l)

Chapter Warnings: Abuse, PTSD, death, a little bit of self-degradation

A/N: I would have split this into a few different parts if it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted to make sure the year started with an OT7 fic. HEH - I would MAKE IT HAPPENNN- So yes, here is the first 10k+ fic :)) And to @liveyun, thanks for the header. I LUB YOU hehe 💜🌟

WC: 11,051

You were done for. 

You knew you were done for. 

There was no need for any form of explanation. The moment you stepped into the ballroom, you knew that the talking would start. 

Since you were young, you never really knew your parents, only hearing from the pack’s elders that your mother passed away giving birth to you and your father had soon followed after his mate. Your earliest memories of your father weren’t bad at all. You remembered him being all smiley and happy, always doing his best to make you treasured. 

So when he didn’t pick you up at kindergarten one day, you grew fussy. The pack alpha had suddenly come and taken you away, telling you the news. Up till today, you could remember the way he broke it to you - with a monotonous voice, void of any remorse or form of emotion. 

“Your father died. You will stay with us now and earn your keep.”

That was all you remembered before you were thrown to the kitchen staff. Being young, you didn’t quite grasp the understanding of what was happening. All you could do then was cry. The maids and guards had tried their best to shelter you as you grew up, but with your Alpha ruling, nothing didn’t reach his eyes and ears. 

Growing up, you never once cursed your family. With the help and slow-paced learning, you grew to understand the situation of your family thanks to the help of the maids. They always give you the easiest task - the less strenuous ones - taught you all that they knew, and fed you extra portions. The guards would sneak you books and poems and teach you after their shifts. The people in your pack were not all bad. 

But as you started growing into adolescence and older, the maids and guards who cared for you grew old as well. So you started taking on their responsibilities, doing the harsh labour work without complaint. Soon, the shelter broke down its walls as well and people started seeing you more often. That was when you got the first taste of real dirt. 

“How dare you! You slut! You - you -” The woman in front of you screeched in outrage but you were in a daze. Blood pooled in your mouth as you lay on the ground, unmoving and in shock.

It wasn’t until the alpha came and pulled you up did you attempted to get up on wobbly feet. Only to be shoved down again. “You will not speak, look, or hear to a single person in this pack. You are nothing and no one. Know your place, omega.”

You thought to give people around a chance. You weren’t to say - weak. But as your second gender tells you, you had a disadvantage to the majority of your peers. The guards have taught you self-defense but you never showed signs of using them. You were the runt of the pack and you should know your place. If you showed signs of studies, the alpha would be ruthless to those who taught you. 

And you did not need anybody else dying. 

So you kept silent and continued to work - not speaking, not looking, not hearing anything that the people in the pack talk about. But you sure were not completely deaf. You knew - you understood - yes, you just stayed unfazed. 

And you thought that you could remain unfazed for the rest of your life until the alpha came into the kitchen one day and grabbed you off to the sides, pushing you against the wall and saying, “As much as I hate to let you go, all eligible women must attend the King’s royal ball this Friday. You will not have anything to wear. You will wear what you have on now.” He pushed you against the wall even harsher, arms pressing against your ribcage. You fought to breathe. “If I see that you do not wear this, I will personally strip you myself.”

You shivered at the tone of his voice. Feeling too exposed and humiliated, you nodded as the alpha let you go. You immediately scurried back to the kitchen, breathing deep puffs through your mouth. 

“What got you so flushed, darling?” Marion asked. 

You shook your head. “Nothing, Aunt. I just - Nothing.”

She knew something was up - you knew that much and was thankful that she did not pry any further. 

It was Wednesday when Alpha told you about the ball on Friday. Not that you had anything to prepare, of course. You were forced to wear your housekeeping clothes to the Royal Ball. You had prepared yourself for the extravagance - but it was insufficient. All the cars took you directly outside and everybody was wearing makeup, dressed in the finest gowns, expensive hairpins, and flaring updos. 

You, on the other hand, wore rags compared to their dresses, your hair a mess, and in no way anything could be done to it. 

You felt the stares and snickers of other ladies as you exited the bus. 

You felt so self-conscious.

Everybody from different regions, different backgrounds, different packs - came today to celebrate the King’s birthday in the tradition of a royal ball. You could see the looks of disgust from the court members and sympathy from the royal servants. But you didn’t want to look up. You wanted a large black hole to just swallow you whole - or home would be a good choice too. 

“Remember, know your place, omega.” Alpha reminded you before walking off.

You weaved through the mass of beautifully dressed women to a corner of the room. As the orchestra started, you watched with a wistful gaze at the elegance the women possessed in their dances. You watched them through your hair, under your lashes, until ladies caught you and snickered your way. 

You could hear the whispers and probes, the hurtful comments that were flung your way. This Friday was not a day where you could keep your emotions at bay with a nonchalant expression. 

No. Not today. 

You hid behind the curtain of your hair, humiliated and on the verge of tears. You didn’t wish to be here. You truly didn’t. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to regulate your shallow breathing. You didn’t want to get punished when you went back to the pack. But if you didn’t get your body under control, you would be. 

And you had enough unhealed cuts and bruises - your body couldn’t afford any more for the time being. Your flight response pushed you to react when a group of ladies walked past you, flaunting themselves. 

But everybody stopped in their tracks the moment the large oak doors banged open. You flinched at the loud, sudden sound, gaining a glare from your alpha. You weren’t making out alive this time. Loud heavy footsteps approached, a voice powerfully projecting into the room asked, “Where is she?”

All eyes turned to you as you cowered back in fear.

You truly weren’t making it out alive. 

You wore rags to the King’s birthday royal ball. Of course you would get a punishment. You just feared what type of royal punishment you would have to face. Beatings back in your pack have already weakened you and if it was any worse than those, you might as well have your soul float to heaven (or crawl to hell) first - before he reaches you.

But nothing goes the way one plans anyway. Expensive, shiny boots stopped in your vision. 

Then, you felt a large, warm hand caress your cheek. Squeezing your eyes hard, you anticipated the incoming blow. But you weren’t ready for the man in front of you to ask, “Who did this to you?”

You didn’t dare look up. 

“Look at me.” 

You were truly done for.

You couldn't figure out if this was a trick order or not - so you kept your head down, afraid of breaking royal protocol. Not that you knew any. 

The hand on your cheek moved down to your chin and tilted your head up. Your eyes met with the most chocolate, Bambi eyes you have seen. But they darkened and hardened the moment they grazed your face that your cheeks burned and you immediately averted your gaze. 

He doesn’t want us. 

Mate doesn’t want us. 

“Tell me, who did this to you?”

You didn’t dare answer him. Unable to help yourself, tears streamed down your cheeks from the pressure that you were placed under. It has been boiling and now, being called out and rejected, you didn’t know how to control such immense emotions. 

You were not expertly versed in the common language as most of the maids back home spoke mostly the Old Language. You used that more often and only during your nightly classes with the guards did you practise the common language. 

Thumbs rubbed your cheek as you found the warmth of another hand landing on your other cheek, wiping away your tears. Slowly, you peeked open your eyes and found yourself looking straight into the eyes of your mate.

The werewolf king.

Jeon Jungkook. 

Jungkook hated parties. 

Perhaps hate was too harsh a word to use. Dislike was more like it. 

Jungkook absolutely disliked parties. 

He felt that they were a waste of time and energy. But as the werewolf king, his birthday was always celebrated with a royal ball. Just like all others before him. So he just sucked it up and let the council prepare them. But he has not gone to those parties in years. All he does is make an appearance and leave. Those attendees look for a mate in him and he refuses to mate with anybody that isn’t his true mate. 

Call him a romanticist, cause he is. 

But of course, the old folks of the council did not appeal his decision. Not that he could care any less. He was 26 and he needed to produce an heir for the kingdom soon. Jungkook felt an impending headache coming his way. Pressing two fingers to his temples, he rubbed them and sighed. 

He would wait, even if it was an eternity for his true soul. 

Jungkook was in the middle of signing off new policies to be implemented when he smelt a fresh, new scent wafting in the palace. His study was far from the entrance of the palace so he was confused as to how he could sense such a scent from so far away. 

Jungkook had always been sensitive to scents since young, therefore his lodgings have been the farthest from the city, located at the back with fresh air and trees. Intrigued, Jungkook got up and followed his instincts. It led him to the ballroom where his supposedly birthday party was held. 

Now, he got a clearer waft of the intoxicating scent as he realised the sour notes to it. It made his nose crinkle and brows furrow. Why would one be so afraid? What caused one to be so afraid?

Jungkook couldn’t sense any outbreaks in the room so he wasn’t sure what was causing it. The echoing sounds did not make his headache any better either. 

Just as he was about to enter, three guards surrounded him. “Your Majesty,” Paul, the Head Captain, bowed. “Apologies for our tardiness, we did not expect you so early.” 

Jungkook was quick to dismiss the apology. “No need, I wasn’t supposed to be here anyways. I was just following instinct.”

He could see the confusion in the guards' faces before Paul said, “We will follow you, Your Majesty.”

Jungkook opened the large doors and demanded, “Where is she?”

All sounds seem to be sucked out of the room in an instant. The next breath, there was an obvious pathway to the scent he had found for the past fifteen minutes. The first thing he saw was your scent. You were cowering in fear - of him or of the attention you were currently receiving, he wasn’t too sure. 

Next, he realised your clothes. Why would anybody allow you to wear those? Unless you were a maid in your pack. Even so, this was his royal ball and if his council was to be trusted, not one of the people came in housekeeping clothes. Unless -

The last thing he realised was your bruises. While you did a great job at concealing most of them with your hair, Jungkook could see those peeking under your clothes when you shift on your feet. 

Wanting to confirm his suspicions, Jungkook walked towards you, caressing your cheek and tilting your head upwards. He saw your eyes before your bruises - what a beautiful shade they were. 

But your bruises. Whoever your pack’s alpha was - 

He saw the change in your eyes - from a split second of mesmerisation to hurt and pain and… tears?

Jungkook moved on instinct the moment he felt his hands getting wet. Bringing his other hand up, he wiped your tears off your cheeks. You had scrunched up your eyes and tensed your body as if - as if waiting for a hit, Jungkook realised. 

He was pissed. Beyond pissed. 

But for you, he would hold it in. 

He was afraid of scaring you if he were to show his true colours now. His anger was one thing that the court feared as he was known to do anything that he put his mind to - and he was harder to handle when angry. 

When he looked back at you, he saw your eyes slowly opening, revealing the soul that he had waited for forever. 

Right then, he knew that he would break down mountains if it meant to keep you safe. 

“Find her pack alpha and bring him to me.” Jungkook commanded the guards beside him. Gently tugging on your sleeve, he held out his palm. He saw your hesitancy to take it and decided to just bite the lead and do it. Sliding his hands to yours, he connected them and pulled you along. 

Jungkook led you out of the ballroom, ensuring to keep an eye on you at all times to see how much more you can take. “Shall we walk to my quarters? I have a few guest rooms there that you can stay at if you like.” 

You nodded your head and followed him. He wasn’t sure what prompted you to trust him so much but he sure wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste. 

Leading you to the room one room down from him, Jungkook opened the door and led you in. Turning on the lights, he was about to give you a tour of the room when he spotted you standing still at the threshold. Your eyes were big as your mouth dropped open. Jungkook felt like he could just faint at that very moment. The way your eyes sparkled with mesmerisation, taking everything in was -

“You can stay for as long as you want. Nobody will hurt you here, I can promise you that.” Jungkook proposed. “I know my words won’t cut it but I truly hope you would stay. Even if it’s just for a little while, please?”

The room that the werewolf king had assigned you was beyond any of your imagination. It was extravagant but not too much and their colours flowed beautifully with each other. The werewolf king had begged you to stay and seeing it made you feel a little… bad. So you gave in, nodding. You saw the way his eyes light up and his steps held a little spring in them as he led you around the room. 

Cute.

Your eyes widened at the thought. No, no, no. This is the werewolf king. You were not allowed - not worthy - of thinking like that. 

“You are allowed to do as you wish here. Nobody will stop you. If you want anything, you can just order it.” 

You nodded silently. You didn’t need much. 

The clothes in the wardrobe provided you with everything you needed and more. It was more than necessary and you were extremely grateful. The underwear may or may not be your size but one quick look at it made you quite certain with a little adjustments, it would fit just well. As the king familiarised you with the room, he pointed out certain spaces and things that had comfy spaces. 

Plushies, plushes, fluffy rugs, fluffy pillows… It felt like fluff heaven. 

“My room is just a room down.” The king told you. His hands were in front of him, wringing them as if he were worried about your reactions to how he came off. “And erm… Please just call me Jungkook or Kook or Kookie works too! Or anything you want!” 

His Majesty is spiralling.

You nodded but you weren’t going to talk much, you knew that. In case you were to say something wrong, at least you wouldn’t have that chance if you didn’t open your mouth. This way, you would be as safe as possible. You had not seen and experienced the punishments in the royal family. You did not want to push anybody’s buttons to know what goes down behind the doors. 

As His Majesty left the room, you walked straight to the bed first, taking the throw and the neatly folded blankets, piling them onto the floor and curling up in the fluff. You did not want to sleep on the bed, lest that this was a trail. 

To see how much of the king’s generosity you would take for granted. 

You took none, of course. But you did not want others to think that you took it all. Folding the materials over your eyes and covering your body, you fell into an unfruitful sleep. 

It had probably been a few hours since you fell asleep but you were woken up by the rumbling of thunder and flashes of lightning. Curling deeper into the warm depths of the blankets, you whimpered, trying to hide away from the sounds. The rumbling reminds you too much of that day when you dug in the mud. 

You did not remember much of that day. All that came back was you ferociously digging in the mud of your father’s burial, hysterically begging for him to come back. 

“Papa! Papa, please! Papa -  Y/N’s sorry! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be a good girl and do my homework. Papa - please come back - PLEASE-” Soil in your nails, mud water soaking up your skirt, and blood pouring out of your head from the hit you took when sliding down. 

You couldn’t believe your ears. You didn’t want to believe. 

You father wasn’t dead - your father couldn’t be -

He sent you to school this morning. He looked normal. Why did he leave now? 

“PAPA PLEASE! Y/N’s sorry! PAPA PLEASE-”

You were sobbing in the rain, hurting but refusing to move. Only when you heard the head chef, Aunt Marion call for you, her warm hands coming to scoop up your small form and carried you back. That night, she tended to your wounds, the both of you letting the silence speak for itself. 

Your grief and sorrow, she knew, will never heal. 

Loosing a parent is tough, but you can’t let it squash you.

She cared for you, always giving you more portions for dinner, ensuring that you had more than enough to eat. 

After that day, whenever it rained, you always ran to one of the maid’s rooms, hiding under the covers with the warmth of the aunts. They had always soothed you and sung you to sleep. As you grew up, you tried to lessen the times that you went to their room, only occasionally during the harsher seasons do you sleepover in their cots with them. 

Now you were all by yourself, in a large room and full length windows, giving you the full view of the lighting and echoing sounds of thunder. Trying to make yourself as small as possible, you squeezed your eeys shut, hoping that you would go back to sleep. But minutes passed and by the time it was past thirty minutes, you were getting tired of trying. 

Slowly getting up, you curled the blankets around yourself and let is trail behind you as you walked out of the room. Just as you were exiting the room, lighting struck and thunder boomed, making you flinch and squeak in fright.

You left the door to your room slightly open and stood outside for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do next. Deciding to follow your scents and instincts, you walked down to the room beside the spiral staircase, the largest door in the level. 

You stood outside, hands formed in a fist as you contemplated knocking or not. Deciding to knock incase you interrupt something you shouldn’t, you winced a the sound echoing throughout the silent hallway. 

When nobody opened the door, you bit the lead and opened it slightly, peaking in to see His Majesty staring at you with a bed hair sticking in all directions. His sleepy eyes squinted and roamed your form, making you feel self-conscious. It seem to take a while for him to relasie that you were standing there. 

But by then, you were already squeaking out a “sorry” and closed the door.

Jungkook was having a good dream. 

A brilliant dream - to be honest. 

He was playing around in a field of flowers, prancing around like a kid again. Rolling about in the mud and making his fur dirty - oh, he couldn’t care less. 

It felt nice to be free. 

But he was woken up by the sudden rapping against his bedroom door. 

Jungkook was known to be a heavy sleeper. He does not wake easily so when he woke up, distorted at the sound, Jungkook found himself wondering why he even woke up. It wasn’t until his sleep-muggled brain registered that you were standing at his door, wrapped up in layers of blankets. Your soft apology made it to his ears and he immediately left the warm confinements of his bed. 

“Hey-” He winced at his own voice cracking, hoarse from the lack of use. 

At least it stopped you from completely closing his door. 

Your little eyes peaked through the small hole left between the door and Jungkook felt like he could melt right there and then. You looked adorable in the buddles of blankets. Walking to the door, he gently opened it, afraid that is he moves too fast it might frighten you. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He carefully brought his hands up to you, not forgetting the way your instincts acted up at the ball a few hours ago. He did not want to trigger anything he doesn’t understand or know, much less give you a reason to fear him. 

You shook your head at his question, your luscious locks waving with the direction. 

Just then, lightning stuck, lighting up the whole room as the loud snap of the thunder followed. You jumped, whimpering as you hid in the thick blankets even more. 

The storm. 

You were afraid of the storm. 

Running his hand through his sleep-mussed hair, he pushed the door open and slid his hands through yours, gently tugging you into his room. He felt a sense of pride when he realised that you had came to his room, seeking his comfort. 

Leading you to the bed, he brought back the thick quilt and gestured for you to get in. You stood a the foot of his bed for a few seconds, hesitant to enter until Jungkook sat on the bed and gave your linked hands a little pull. Giving in, you entered his bed as he tucked you in. Heading to the other side of the bed, Jungkook crawled in and snuggled beside you. 

Oh, how much he just wanted to wrap his arms around you but he did not want to frighten you. 

He watched as you slowly fell asleep, curling into yourself while facing him, soft whispers coming out of your mouth. Smiling to himself, Jungkook tucked the quilt higher, making sure that you were warm before falling asleep himself. 

He woke up the next morning before you did. The gloomy weather made it a comfortable weather to sleep in but he had things to complete - one of them being setting a suitable punishment for your old alpha. He had a hint who it was, seeing the old egoistic man glare at you when he lead you out of the ballroom. 

Suitable punishment. 

Jungkook scoffed. That old man should be hung for treating the queen that way. 

Looking over, Jungkook found your sleeping form curled up against his. A soft smile grew on his lips as he brought a gentle hand up to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears. He didn’t know what were your boundaries to cross and not to cross so he did not -

Sighing, he carefully extracted himself off of your hold. He wanted to get the punishment over with before you woke up. Your brows furrowed as you mumbled in you sleep. Pushing his heavily scented pillow in your hold and pulling the quilt higher, you easily fell back asleep. Quietly, Jungkook got himself ready for the day and left the room. 

Soft silky texture glided through your hands as you struggled to force yourself awake. You had to get up and do the chores. You were sure your alarm had -

Your alarm!

You shot out of bed, hands flinging in the direction of your clock only to collide with a vase of flowers instead. You did not manage to catch it in time and it crashed onto the floor. Jumping out of the bed, you forced your sudden disorientation to go away. Dizzy, you got to your knees as you started to frantically pick up the pieces. 

You were going to get punished either way, it is better if you clean up before His Majesty comes back in. This way, you hoped to get a lighter punishment for destroying his properties. 

Hurried footstep sounded your way and you sped up the process, trying to finish the impossible before - 

You were brought out of your thoughts when blood started trickling onto the floor, staining the quilt of the red. By now, you were fricking out. The large doors banged open and large boots stopped in front of you and warm hands caught yours. 

“Darling!” 

You pried your hands out of his, trying to continue with your work. 

Please, please, please - don’t punish me so harshly. Please, please, please -

But the warm hands did not move. They held yours firmly. 

“Hey, hey. Look at me, look at me.” You shook your head. You needed to continue. You couldn’t speak, look, or hear. You were nothing. 

The same set of hands pulled you to your feet and out of the area where the broken ceramic lie. You fought out of the hold but he was firm. “Look at me, look at me.”

His hands came to your cheeks, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Follow my breathing. Follow me.”

One, two, one, two, three. 

One, two, one, two, three.

This went on all while you could hear the maids cleaning up the broken pieces. As your breathing calmed down, the adrenaline started to wear off and you felt exhausted. Gentle pats to your back did not help the heaviness of your eyelids. In fact, it made them worse. You were just about to fall back asleep when a sudden clearing of throat on your left jolted you awake. 

Remembering where you were and in what position you were at, you immediately scrambled off. Bowing, head to the ground and palms up, you begged for His Majesty’s forgiveness. But you did not dare to talk lest you say anymore things to trigger his anger. You could only hope His Majesty would understand your position. 

You felt hands grab you around your armpits and you flinched, waiting for a blow. But when none came, you pried open your eyes to see your surroundings. His Majesty was sitting on the floor beside you, holding you up while caressing your cheek. 

“Hey darling.” 

You blinked. Were you not going to be punished for your incompetence?

“I told you that nobody would hurt you here.” His Majesty pointed to himself. “Not even me. If I hurt you, you have all the rights to do as you wish with me.”

You were confused. You were suppose to be the one who is at fault. Why is His Majesty the looking like a guilty puppy?

As the both of you sat together, you took the time to observe the room and soon realised that the both of you were the only ones inside. Suddenly feeling conscious, you ducked your head, letting your hair cover half of your face. As you looked down, you saw that your palms were tended to. The blood has stopped flowing and they were firmly bandaged. 

The silence between you stretched long and thin that you decided to get up and clean up the rest of the mess. Walking over, you expected to see half changed sheets or leftover flowers and water on the floor. But all you see is clean, crisp sheets and a new vase with a different set of flowers sitting on the table. 

Turning back around, you were about to get on your knees to apologise again when His Majesty stopped you. “That’s enough.” You faltered. 

Uh-oh.

“No more bowing, no more apologies.” His Majesty put out his palms, facing them up. Why is he placating you? “Can you do that for me? No more saying sorry. Break what you want to, don’t apologise for it. Okay?”

You didn’t agree to it.

You couldn’t agree to it. There has to be a catch somewhere. Life is never so easy. 

“In return,” There is it. “I would like you to go for fittings tomorrow and find out your hobbies. I want to know what you like and what you dislike. Is it a fitting enough trade?”

NO! NO IT WASN’T! 

You were suppose to be told to do cleaning, top to bottom, ensure that the whole castle deos not have a single speck of dust or something! You were - 

“You are my mate. You are the future Queen of the kingdom. You may do as you wish. I will not stop you and nobody will stop you. But I think we should go -”

“O-okay.” You croacked. You had not spoken for more than a day, voice cracking at the lack of use. 

You saw His Majesty’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas and you swear your heart stumbled. 

“Okay, okay… erm… What’s your name?” 

The favour has started. 

“Y/N. L/N Y/N, Your Majesty.” You whispered, seeing his brows furrow at the title. 

“Jungkook is fine, darling.”

Darling -

(Ehm.)

You nodded.

“Say it.”

You were hesitant. I mean - who wouldn’t? The king of werewolves is asking you to say his given name, jumping up and down like a bunny, eyes sparkling when he looks at you. “Say it, say it.”

You blinked multiple times at him. Is he… for real? Is this a test?

“Please? You can’t call me by my title. I refuse.”

… You weren’t certain if you were in front of the king or a kid.

“Ju-Jungkook.”

The king shot up from the loveseat he was on and clapped his hands. “Now just call me that from now on and -”

The doors opened to reveal a man clad in an expensive suit and glasses sitting neatly on the bridge of his nose. He held a stack of books and papers in his arms. You instantly looked down, afraid to look the man lest he is someone you should never piss off. 

“Well, I heard a commotion and decided to come up to take a peak. Guess it was cleaned up before I could come in.” The man said. God, it must have been a test. And you failed it. 

“Namjoon Hyung!” His Majesty bounded over to the man and gave him a big hug. 

“Hey Kook.” You envied their easy affection for each other. You were only mates to the king by bond but his heart is somewhere else. You didn’t want to stay and intrude any further. Ducking your head even further down to your chest, you mumbled out a soft apology and bolted to your room. You had overstayed your stay and it is time to go back. 

To reality. 

Jungkook felt the ache in his chest before you left. 

And then he felt it grow that he winced at the pain, rubbing over the area, trying to ease it up. But he knew that there was nothing that could ease up the pain unless it you felt happier. He wanted to introduce you to his Hyung. Surely, he did not expect him to be out of the library, but he thought that it was a good way to slowly introduce you to his inner circle of the council. The very people who help him make the choices and keep the kingdom safe. 

But the moment you saw Namjoon, he could see the light leave your eyes as you ducked your head lower. He was about to call out to you when you bolted off, and all Jungkook heard was hte soft thud of a room door closing. 

Sighing, Jungkook pushed his hair back. Namjoon came into the room, putting down his books before saying, “That girl is scared. You can’t rush it.”

“I know. But it’s just… So hard.”

“Patience Kook, patience.” 

So with nothing much to do, the both of them sat in the room and went through the piles of letters, policies, and numerous talks on philosophy. As the morning soon turned to afternoon, the servants came in to inform Jungkook that you had your lunch in the room. He was relieved to hear that you ate. Afternoon then turned to evening and when the servants entered the dining room where he was eating with the rest of his inner circle, they informed him that you weren’t eating. 

More like refusing to eat. 

You would tell the servants to leave the food there but when they went back an hour later, the food was untouched and you were bundled in a corner of the room - refusing to move. Jungkook sighed and looked at the food infront of him, appetite now long gone. Ordering for a bowl of porridge, he piled it up with meat, vegetables, and crispy rolls. He wasn’t sure what you liked and what you didn’t like so this wild guess was… truly a wild one. 

Heading up to your room with the bowl and spoon in hand, he knocked on your door. Hearing no answer, he knocked again. This time he pushed open the door and entered. The first thing he saw were your neatly piled clothes on the bed and then your bundled form on the floor, covered in layers and layers of fluffy blankets. 

Jungkook took a note that you liked anything plush and fluffy. Putting the bowl and spoon on the bedside table, he softly walked over to you, however purposefully creaking a few floorboards to inform you of his presence.

And it worked, of course. Your ears twitched and sleepy eyes travelled up to meet his. Kneeling on the ground to get to your eye level, Jungkook held out his hand to your snout. You sloppily sniffed him up before uncurling and dragging the blankets along with you by your bum. Jungkook chuckled at your attempt and slid himself closer, allowing you to rest your sleepy head on his thighs. 

Stroking your silky grey ears, you let out a tummy rumble. 

“I’m sorry for just now. I didn’t know Namjoon Hyung was coming. Things will go at your pace, I promise. Plus, Namjoon Hyung has a mate so don’t you worry your little furry head over the word ‘jealousy’, okay? They are happily mated.” Jungkook chuckled. He figured out why you left when he was reading a poetry on Achilles and Patroclus. “Namjoon Hyung is part of my inner circle in the council and I hope to be able to introduce you to them one day. We… We can be quite chaotic and I don’t want you to run away right now.”

Jungkook half-hugged the frame of your wolf. “I can’t let you go!” Jungkook sobbed hysterically. 

Your wolf below him huffed as if knowing his little tricks. 

The both of you sat in comfortable silence as Jungkook’s hand continued to stroke through your fur, providing you with a sense of comfort while his body heat warmed you. An alpha’s body heat is naturally higher than an omega’s and is able to better regulate itself compared to yours. It wasn’t until a particularly harsh wind forced the windows shut, the bang of it causing you to jum up in fright. 

Bringing your head to his, Jungkook told you with stern eyes, “You have to eat dinner. It has turned cold. Even the wind agrees.”

Getting up, Jungkook left you whining and trailing after him. After ensuring that the windows are shut and locked, he picked up the bowl of food and sat on the bed, patting the side as a gesture for you to join him up. Leaping, you curled around him, seeking his warmth again. 

“No, no, no. No going back to bed. Come on.” Jungkook lifted your head off the bed and pinched your tail, earning a yap and flick. “Come on. Shift back and have some food then you can go back to sleep.”

Your eyes slid to him before flattening to slits as if you were the one hunting him. That made a sense of fear and adrenaline course through him. But before he can say anything, you jumped off the bed and headed for the wardrobe, emerging later in comfortable pajamas. 

Holding the bowl out to you, Jungkook wasn’t sure if you wanted to eat by yourself or -

You plopped down beside him and opened you mouth. 

Well… Safe to say, he chose the wrong option. 

You wanted to be fed. So Jungkook obliged his sleepy mate, ensuring that every bite goes down before he feeds you another. You did not make it through half the bowl before you started falling asleep on him again so Jungkook decided that it was a better option to just let you sleep rather than to force you food. Careful with your hair, Jungkook laid you on the bed before going to the washroom and coming back with a warm cloth to wipe your mouth. 

Your hands seeked his warmth as he left the bed. Tucking you in, Jungkook turned off the lights - save for the washroom’s - and cracked open the windows, ensuring that it would not close in the middle of the night. Then he slid into bed with you immediately wrapping yourself around him. 

It felt like just a few hours ago he woke up in a similar position. Now, he went to sleep with the both of you working to better understand the other. 

You woke up to light snores and a curly head of hair in your face. Squinting at the sunlight that streamed through the curtains, you hid your face in the being next to you. Colliding with a warm chest, you tilted your head up to see His Majesty’s sleeping form beside you. 

Turning the wheels back, you recalled what happened last night and decided that it was not a good idea to scream. 

Namjoon Hyung has a mate.

Don’t worry your fluffy head over this.

I would like to introduce you to them one day.

Things will go at your pace, I promise.

Perhaps, you could try. If His Majesty is trying for you, why say you can’t do the same? It is a choice that you knew only you could make. 

We can be a little chaotic. 

You could try. There was nobody to say - significant - in your life to introduce to His Majesty but he does. So you would like to know his friends as well. You were good at cooking, Aunt Marion has taught you much. 

I want to know your likes and dislikes. 

Deciding that you would make something that you loved for him to try as breakfast, you tried to shimmy your way out of his hold. But all he did was groan and turn over, essentially caging you between in body and the bed. Trying to wiggle out of his hold, all you did was wake him instead. 

“No…” His Majesty mumbled. “Noooo… Don’t goooo…”

“Let me out, please. I need the washroom, Your Majesty.”

His brows furrowed before groggily lifting his arm to let you escape. You left for the washroom to get ready and when you came back to the bedroom, His Majesty was already back in the dreamland. Lightly laughing, you toed out of the room and started exploring His Majesty’s lodging area. You had noted that it was the furthest from civilisation and had the well… best view, you suppose. Whenever you looked out, it was trees and forest. It made your wolf extremely happy. She was allowed to prance around without anybody scolding her. 

Carefully, you walked down steps until there were none and stopped. Now you didn’t know where to go. Not that you left much - you weren’t even certain how many stories you had climbed down. 

Eyes fluttering around, you start to grow nervous. You were in a completely new environment and you just… explored the place on your own?

Just as you were about to throw in the towel and head back up to probe His Majesty for directions, a chirpy “hello” broke you out of your trance. Whipping your head around, you stumbled backwards, barely catching your footing before you fell. In front of you stood a male with eyes like smiles and a lovely demeanour. 

Hoping that he wouldn’t be nasty, you cautiously asked, “Hello, may I know where the kitchen is?”

The man looked at you in shock. You weren’t sure why until he replied to you in the common language did you realise… you slipped back. “Hi! I’m Jimin.”

“I’m Y/N.” You replied softly. 

“Cool that you know the Old Language. Not many people know how to speak that anymore.” Jimin spoke with you with the comfort of the Old Language. His accent was much heavier, slurring the words at the end as they moulded around his lips.   

“The older folks in my pack understood mainly the Old Language so I picked up along the way.”

The both of you struck up conversations as Jimin led you to the kitchen. It was more of Jimin talking and you giving him one or two-word answers. It wasn’t that you did not have your fair share of socialisation. No, you had your classes, you knew how to talk - you just didn’t want to. Circles and circles the both of you walked, turns and turns he led you through, until you stopped by a set of large doors, wide open as you smelt the aroma wafted out. Feeling the sudden hunger, your stomach grumbled. 

“Are you… Hungry?” Jimin chuckled. 

You shook your head. 

Heading over to a chef, you slowly asked him, “May I know where the vegetables, seasoning, and dry ingredients are?”

The chef wiped the sweat off his forehead and pointed in their respective directions. Thanking him, you looked through each section and then headed for the refrigerator. You knew what you were going to make - one that Papa always made for you and a recipe that Aunt Marion learnt from you. 

You always craved them on days when you missed your dad and rainy weather. You never liked loud, harsh sounds and the fear amplified on that rainy day. It was your comfort food, one that was a staple in your diet. Sometimes, you’ll catch Aunt Marion making them early in the morning. You wondered how His Majesty would react to a food like this. Would he like it as much as you do or would he dislike it and ban it from the castle? You weren’t sure how you were going to survive without it.

After collecting all the ingredients needed, you walked over to the prepping station. Mixing the flour, salt, sugar, and grated garlic in a bowl, half a cup of yougurt, butter and lukewarm milk were poured in. With extra milk and butter on the side, you started mixing the ingredients to form a dough. Kneading until the dough gave a soft, elastic, and pliable texture, you covered it in a damp cloth and let it sit in a warm place. While the dough is resting, you turn to another station, bringing with you seven cloves of garlic and coriander leaves. 

Finely slicing the garlic cloves, you felt a sense of deja vu. Remembering when you used to help Papa make them for school time snacks so that you could share them with your friends. Shaking your head, you placed the garlic in a small dish before lightly washing the coriander leaves and finely chopping them. 

“What are you making?” You heard Jimin question you. 

“My comfort food.”

You turned around with the bowls in your hand, heading back to the prepping station when you saw Jimin pinching the cloth to lift it and peek under. Placing the bowls beside him, Jimin flinched, looking up at you with a sheepish expression.

“Oops?” 

You walked back to the station and washed up the chopping board and knives. Heading back to where Jimin stood, you uncovered the dough. Lightly greasing your fingers, you divided the dough into eight parts. You preferred smaller pieces, one that can be eaten quicker. Rolling them into balls, you arranged them back into the bowl neatly, covering them with the cloth again. It is important to keep them covered so that the dough does not lose its moisture. 

Sprinkling a little flour on the rolling board, you started rolling out the dough. Once you determine that it is a good size, sprinkle on some sliced garlic and coriander leaves. Slightly rolling them to stick, you set them aside, covering them with another damp cloth as you work on the rest of the dough. 

With the help of another chef, you managed to locate a non-stick pan and heat it over medium heat. Once the pan is deemed hot enough, you place a little water at the bottom of the naan before putting it onto the pan. When bubbles start to form, flip it, cooking until the other side forms bubbles as well. Flaming it on the other side directly on the stove gives the naan a little charred spots. 

Oh, those were your favourites. 

Once the naan is fully cooked, it is transferred to a cooling rack and as the others are cooking, you smear some butter on top with an extra garnish of coriander leaves. 

Constantly moving about, you usually wrap the naan in cloth, putting it in the small pocket under the apron you wore. So now looking at the cooling naan on the rack, you wondered what you could dip with it. Making it with ur favourite paneer butter masala is a no since you do not have enough time. 

“Why think so much? Just give it to him like that.”

You would love to but you were afraid that he would be offended that this was all you give him. A king is supposed to have a spread, not just one item. 

“Jungkook will like anything you make.” Jimin went over to the refrigerator and took out an unopened carton of banana milk. “Just give him with this. He raids the kitchen for this every morning either way.” Jimin placed the milk in your hands. 

Turning the carton over, you contemplated. You were afraid to be punished for not providing your king with what he deserves but his sworn brother told you that it does not truly matter. On the other hand, siblings can prank each other and you do not want to get in the middle of it. Then again, you didn’t know who else to listen to other than either yourself or Jimin. 

“If you’re thinking whether or not I am giving you the wrong information, trust me,” Jimin placed a hand on his chest and propped his right leg on a stool. “I would never give you the wrong sort of information. Plus, I haven’t given you anything to put me as a prankster and liar right?”

It was anything but right as Jimin’s eyes bore into yours with that mischievous smile. You were suspicious - for certain and with a good reason, no less - but you decided to try. Plating the naan and carrying the milk (it honestly made you raise your brows at it), you walked out of the kitchen. But just as you took a step out, you realised that… you didn’t know how to go back to His Majesty’s room. 

You turned back to ask Jimin to bring you along but you already found him behind you. You walked a little behind Jimin as he led you back. It was only when Jimin led you to the lift lobby did you realise, you took the hard and long way down. 

When you were outside His Majesty’s room, you could hear the soft snores through the doors. You had expected that His Majesty would have woken up by now considering that it was nine in the morning. 

“This is where I leave you. It was nice knowing you, My Lady. I hope to see you around soon.” Jimin bowed to you before walking back into the lift. 

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and walked in. Lightly closing it behind you, you treaded on careful waters, placing the food on the bedside table before poking His Majesty’s arm in an attempt to wake him up. 

“Hmmm…” 

Poke.

“Hmmm…” His Majesty’s brows furrowed.

Poke. Poke. Poke. “Your Majesty.”

“Hmm…?”

“Your Majesty, I made something. Would you like to try?”

Jungkook was disoriented.

He thought you had come back to bed. When did you leave again?

Jungkook yawned as he sat up in the bed, staring at you. You were standing at the edge of his side of the bed, poking him awake. 

“Your Majesty, I made something. Would you like to try?”

Sure. He would love to. 

“Hmm…” He nodded but whined in retaliation when he didn’t manage to grab onto you in time as you left to walk around the bed. 

His sleepy eyes followed you the entire time and you came back with a carton of his favourite banana milk - how did you know? - and a plate of… bread? Jungkook got more alert. Oh, how he loves bread! Anything that contains flour is his favourite. Reaching for the food on the plate in an instant, he tore into it with a content sigh. It was only halfway through that he realised that the bread was not the usual one the servants would bring him. It was softer and held more flavour. 

“Hmmm!” Jungkook looked at you. “Hmm! What is this? It’s good!”

He saw the way you ducked your head as your cheeks turned a dusty shade of pink. Oh, how cute you were. Jungkook could abandon the bread in his hand to chew on your cheeks instead. 

“It’s garlic butter naan. My dad used to always make it for me so that I could bring it to school and share it with my friends. It became my comfort food.” He observed that you were fighting the itch to cover yourself. “I’m glad you like it, Your Majesty.”

Jungkook was proud that you tried to open up to him. He was beyond happy. 

“I like it. How long can they keep for?” 

Your furrowed brows made him go into another mini heart attack. “For normal naan, I’d say to keep its freshness, a month in the freezer should be good and about five days at room temperature.”

Jungkook chewed on the naan as he nodded. “How much can you make?”

“It depends on how long I am permitted in the kitchen, Your Majesty.”

There’s that again. Jungkook was not disappointed - just a little sad that you still didn’t trust him enough. 

“There is the main kitchen and the kitchen in this tower. You can use any for however long you like. There are no limitations. There are no limitations here, okay?”

You nodded at him. 

The silence dragged on comfortably as Jungkook continued to munch on his breakfast and drink his daily calcium while playing with your fingers. Your slender hands have done too much work - but Jungkook wouldn’t say. If you decide to continue with reading and sword training, he would be more than happy to oblige you.

But not housekeeping.

He hoped you would no longer think that you must clean the castle. Some servants are in charge of cleaning up and he hoped that you would leave it to them to do most of the work. 

“Your Majesty,” You turned to him. “I… I would like to learn how to properly fight and -”

“I have a friend who can help you! He commands the First Battalion!” 

“You,” Your eyes looked like they shined a thousand stars. “You would allow me to fight, Your Majesty?”

You said it with such hope in your voice that it hurts Jungkook’s heart. Exactly what did they do to you that the simplest indulgent made you look like that? If you wanted to fight, you may; if you wanted to read and create new things, you may; hell, if you wanted to burn the whole world down, he’ll burn it down with you.

Perhaps with a few exceptions. 

“Of course.”Jungkook brought his hand to your hair and hooked the strays behind your ear. “You don’t need anybody’s permission to do anything.” 

You looked so happy a that moment, eyes shining as if they were a thousand stars in the galaxy. 

“Come on. Let’s dress you in simple clothes today.”

“Oh! It’s you!” A head of brown locks dashed up to you and you were sure with his built, you would have tumbled onto the ground by now if it wasn’t for a bold hand grabbing him from the fabric of his waist and pulling him back. 

“Tae! Don’t be so rash!” The tall man chided him. 

“Aw, come on! I just wanted to give her a hug!” The man in his hold - Tae - thrashed and whined. But the man held firm. 

“You don’t know what she’s been through, don’t be so rash. What if all of our waiting goes back to square one because you wanted to give her a hug?”

You understood where they are coming from. They were afraid to wait longer to see you and you suppose you shouldn’t let them wait any longer. Pushing down your fears, you sturdily (at least you hoped it appeared sturdy) curtsied to the group of men in front of you. “Good morning. I am L/N Y/N. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Frequent pratice allowed the common language to smoothly roll off your tongue. 

“You’re quite educated, I see?” The same man that held back Sir Tae spoke, pushing up his glasses. His built - tall and muscular - made you feel like an ant next to him. 

“The guards and scholars would teach me in the night.” 

The man nodded, bowing at ninety degrees. “Scholar Namjoon, Your Majesty. I am pleased to be at your service.” 

Oh, he certainly looks like a scholar. While you never interacted with anybody during the morning to avoid any form of suspicions and rumours to spread in the pack, you have came across scholars at all hours of the day. They were always dressed to their finest, topped with the exuberance of elegance surrounding them. Even as the scholars who teach you during the night, wearing nothing more than a turnic and pants, remain that grace.  

Observing three of the similarly dressed men in the group, you deduced that they must all be scholars. Their clothing were prim, not a single wrinkle in sight. Even their ties were neatly tucked under their double-vested vests that are adorned with gold buttons. Their boots shine under their high waisted pants with silk gloves in the pockets of the coat. One of them took out a pocket watch before whispering in another shorter man’s ears. He stood tall himself as the man he looked over you. 

His eyes were as sharp as a cat’s and you felt stripped under his gaze. Bowing, the man introduced himself. “Yoongi, Your Majesty.”

You curtsied back to him. 

“Jungkook told us you had quite the… harsh upbringing.” Scholar Namjoon started. Wait - Jungkook? Not His Majesty? His Excellency? His.. something other than his name?! “But it seems that you had good teachers.”

You hastily looked over at His Majesty, eyes peeking from under your brows as they furrowed. You hoped that he wouldn’t be too angry that his people did not call him by his title. His Majesty looked over at you and smiled - and you felt like you’ve drifted. 

Turning back to the waiting group, you answered. “The guards and scholars in my previous pack have taught me well.”

A head poked out from across the wall before bounding over to your side. “My Lady! What are you doing here? Lost again?” Jimin whipped his head to the group and glared at the males in front, eyes saying What are you guys up to? 

“Do you know each other?” 

Jimin’s ears seem to pique at that question. “Yep! I’ve been with them since young! The seven of us are an inseparable group you know? Of course, with Jungkook at the head of the table.”

“Ju-Jungkook?” Your face pales again as your heart hammered in your chest. 

Please don’t be mad. Please don’t be mad. 

“Plus, he’s the youngest out of all of us so we get to tease him forever.” A male slapped His Majesty’s butt. His Majesty whined.

Oh no… Oh no, they’ve done it now. Violating the king’s sense of -

“Hey Y/N darling,” Large hands encompassed your cheeks. “Don’t worry. They’re always like that and they practically raised me through my adolescent years. Their my brothers. It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Brothers?

Oh?

Oh.

Your cheeks dusted a shade of pink as you held in the urge to bury your burning face in his Majesty’s cloak. Instead, your grip tightened on the fabric as you tried to cool down the rising heat. Jungkook can see the way you were holding back on running so he cupped the back of your neck and gently tugged you to his chest. With your head buried, you tightened you grip even more, as if he would disappear the moment you let go.

“Darling?” Jungkook brushed your hair back, fingers threading thorough your loose locks. “Can I introduce you to them?” 

You nodded, turning back to the group of boys waiting for your reply. His Majesty pointed to each one of them and started, “This is Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin, as you know. This is Soekjin, but you can just call him Jin.” He was the man who took out his pocket watch. “This is Hoseok or Hobi.” The cheerful guy who was clad in simple but expensive tunic and pants. “And lastly, this is Taehyung.” He was the one who wanted to give you a hug. You should return it sometime soon. 

Curtsying to the group, you quickly went back to the hold of your mate. You could see the cooing faces and lips that they were making and it made you blush even more. His Majesty suddenly spoke, breaking the electricity between the group. 

“Y/N wants to learn how to properly fight. Jimin, could you teach her?” Sir Jimin burst in front of you, hair flying all over his face as he grinned at you. 

“Of course! I would never turn down time with My Lady!” Sir Jimin’s eyes roamed your body and you can see the calculations turning in his mind. The look was quickly removed, as he held out a hand to you. “Let’s start now. Shall we?”

Timidly, you placed your hand in his and let him drag you away.

“Wait- what?! I didn’t mean now!”

You turned your head to see the other boys holding His Majesty back. But you could see that there was not much struggles coming from his as well. Waving your hand at him, you continued to allow Sir Jimin to lead you around and through some turns. Sir Jimin was excitedly blabbing on about how much they have waited to meet you and you felt a little bad. 

As the both of you stopped at the training ground, you saw the rings, an assortment of weapons, and so many different types of training elements. When in your old pack, you learned archery and swordmanship. The guards would teach you defense and ensure that you could fight but this - 

Goodness… You have never seen anything like it!

“Shall we start?” You turned back to Sir Jimin. “I’ll have to evaluate your strengths and weaknesses before I start to teach you anything.”

Throwing you a wooden sword, you easily caught it as you prepped your stance. But Sir Jimin was fast. He was much faster and agile compared to the guards in your old pack - and no, he did not go easy on you. Bringing the sword up to block the unexpected blow, you willed strength in your arms as you fought, putting more distance between the both of you. The both of you fought and your breath started getting shorter and heavier. You had to finish this quick. 

Summoning more energy into your movements, you kept light on your feet as you bounded over to Sir Jimin, feigning an attack to his right but tunring left at the last second. You hooked your foot over his and pulled, whirling to his back as you used his weight and temporary shock to pull him down and turned him onto his front. You layed the dull wood of the slab onto his neck. 

You were panting for your breath and landed in a heap over Sir Jimin. He looked like he was still in shock so you leaned forward to poke his cheek, trying to find out if he was still alive. When he didn’t move, you frowned. Feeling the man’s head for any bumps of blood for any signs of concussion, you wee certian you didn’t hit his head too hard to cause him to pass. 

Just as you were about to call for help, you heard footsteps coming closer towards hte both of you. Shoes scuffed on the rough terrain of the training ground and your fight has not left you. Turning on your heels, you prepped yourself for another fight. You weren’t sure who or what you were going to fight but you needed to ensure you adn Sir Jimin made it out alive. 

Even if he might probably be… dead?

But when you looked up, you say His Majesty staring at the both of you together with Scholar Taehyung at his side. Only then did you realise the position you and Sir Jimin were in. Your body leaned over his as you sat on the curve of his back, Sir Jimin unmoving below you. The silence between the four of you stretched long. 

“Damn.” You flinched at sudden movement below you. 

Snapping out of your daze, you leaped off Sir Jimin. You held off jumping to His Majesty as feelings overcame you. You didn’t want him to be mad but you didn’t know his boundaries to his emotions. You were caught in a compromising position by your own mate and you did not want to trigger anything else you shouldn’t. 

But His Majesty hopped over and around you, jumping around you like an excited bunny. “Finally! We have finally found the savious to shutting Jimin up! HAHA!”

You stood there, confused. 

“Jimin has always prided himself in being the best swordsman amongst our group and he would not stop bragging about it everytime we ask him for a duel. But now that you have flopped him on his ass-”

“Yah! Stop it!” You turned your head to Sir Jimin. He was dusting himself off and stomping over towards the three of you. “Stop bringing down my hard-earned reputation!” 

His Majesty and Scholar Taehyung rolled on the floor laughing. Then you heard a squeaky laugh from your side as well, one that sounded like when you cleaned the windows. The sound as the cloth passed the dry windows. 

Flinching, you turned to your left, finding Scholar Seokjin bent over his knees, pointing to the trio as he tried to mouth something but the words couldn’t get out. His wheezing form coupled with his squeaky laugh made you chuckle. When you couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore, you followed along with the group, their contagious laughter enveloping your senses. 

It was then that you realised - this is what home feels like. You still had a long way to recovery, perhaps never even a chance to return to how you were as a kid. But growth is needed if one wanted to live. But these people have taught you the true feeling of being at ease, feeling safe. And you were certaintly grateful for those you now call friends and mate. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you observed the clear sky with a few clouds looking like animals floating by. You hoped that your previous pack would be able to have a better leader soon. Nobody should live in fear and you wished that they would be able to see better days. Turning around, you followed the Scholars, Sir Jimin, and His Majesty. This time, as His Majesty slid his hand to yours, you didn’t hesitate to grab onto it, swinging your connected palms as the five of you walked into the future. 

war of hormone

member: jeon jeongguk

category: werewolf au, smut, some fluff

word count: 5.6k

warning(s): werewolf!jeongguk, dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round

note(s): this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!

Why now, of all times, does Jeongguk have to be hard the moment you visit him? Thankfully, his problem leads to a rather...pleasurable but unexpected event.

You've been plaguing his mind lately.

The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.

Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.

God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains, he's having issues with. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.

The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered before he spoke to you, to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month - you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment - and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength, and you're so incredibly smart and caring.

Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.

You're his, and his only. And he is yours.

Currently, Jeongguk is glaring down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts - those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight - are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.

During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.

His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company - a popular one, at that - and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.

You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?

His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.

During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.

"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands. "I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment. He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective. He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.

At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.

"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."

His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver, an action he can't hide. He loves your fingers in his hair.

"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"

Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear. "I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."

Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.

Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.

Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?

"Okay, what's wrong?" He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry. "Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."

Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.

"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."

You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."

Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further. "Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.

"Fine," you reply curtly. Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.

"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off-"

His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter. "Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."

You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.

Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.

"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes her head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."

Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."

"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps. He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.

His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.

Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.

"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."

You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"

He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."

He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.

Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.

While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.

Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties. "Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.

"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."

Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.

He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.

His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.

"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum - A-Ah!"

He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."

Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.

"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no!" Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum - "

"Say it again!" he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now! Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick!"

"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"

"Shit!" Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.

"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."

"Please," you croak.

For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.

He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.

"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.

"The biggest you've ever had?"

You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."

"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."

"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.

The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"

You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.

"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"

"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little - O-Oh..."

He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom. "Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.

He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.

"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"

He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"

To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"

While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"

Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you words, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.

"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"

"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"

He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."

"Well," she whispers, minimally swiveling her hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"

He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."

© babiekaykes 2021

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."

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(M) = Mature (A) = Angst

(F) = Fluff 💙 = favorites

💼 = CEO 📚 = college

🚑 = doctor 👨‍👧 = parent

🦉 = hogwarts 🐾 = hybrid/ shifter

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🍊= soulmate 🐺 = werewolf

Updated: June 25th, 2021

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