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Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - One

Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings:~ this is my first ever fic, slightly OOC BTS, allude to sexy times, this is an AU <3

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“Kookie? Why are you being so quiet?" I hum, moving his hair from his face as he sways gently back and forth.

"I'm tired, noona." His eyelashes flutter, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around my waist. He shoves his face into my neck, a loud yawn breaking through his mouth.

"You can probably sleep on the plane until we get there."

"But I wanna spend time with you, baby." He hums into my neck, planting a sloppy kiss there before returning to just relaxing.

"We'll be spending the first day unpacking and sleeping away jet lag anyway, Jungkook. We'll still be spending time together." Another yawn breaks out of his mouth, the warm air tickling my neck slightly.

"Why did we have to leave so early?" Taehyung joins in the cuddle session, attaching to my right side and burying his face there as he complains.

"It was easier to get an earlier flight, and you both agreed."

"Hush, babe. You're meant to be sympathising with us."

"I'm sorry, my poor husbands. When we get onto the plane, I'll be sure to tuck you boys in and make sure the others don't wake you until we land, okay?"

"Are you making fun of us?"

"Of course not. I just wanna make sure my boys are ok."

"When you kids have finished talking about life and it's hardships, we can start boarding the plane." Yoongi calls out, securing his carry-on bag as he helps Namjoon put suitcases onto the conveyor to be weighed.

"Has anyone managed to go over the weight limit yet?" I separate myself from Taehyung and Jungkook, moving to stand next to Yoongi, kissing him on the cheek.

"Jimin had to take out a few things to stuff in his carry-on, and Hoseok snuck a few of his skincare things into your suitcase. The rest of us have been fine." He glances at me, intertwining our fingers as he adjusts his opposite arm.

"How's your shoulder? The sling ok?" I glance at his face, stroking his 'good arm' with the hand not holding his, before planting another kiss on his cheek.

"I'm gonna leave it on until we get off the plane, the physical therapist only said to use it when I feel like the limb's getting exhausted. It doesn't really hurt anymore, but Jin-Hyung still made me pack the pills incase."

"Good. You know how unpredictable it can be." He turns his head, eyes locking with mine as he moves in for a kiss. His arm locked around my waist, making sure I can't move. Our lips continue to fight against one another, before a hard shove forces us apart. We separate, looking at Namjoon, who rolls his eyes at us.

“You can make-out on the plane, we need to start boarding. Plus, one of the hostesses was staring and you know we don't like to share with anyone that isn't us." He grabs my other hand, shoving the passports and boarding passes into my bag.

"Chances of us starting the honeymoon on the plane?" I stage-whisper into his ear, making sure to quickly kiss his neck as an add-on.

"Noona!" Taehyung and Jungkook complain from behind us, one of them landing a slap on my bottom.

"You two! In the front with me!" Jin barks, eyes rolling dramatically as he stares them down.

"Thank you, baby." I blow him an air kiss, him catching it in mid-air before blowing his own. I attempt to catch it with the hand currently in Yoongi's, resulting in a weird shuffle of limbs.

We slowly move towards the gate, steps exhausted and faces covered with masks and hoodies. Jin leads the group with the hostess and guards, Taehyung and Jungkook behind them. Hoseok and Jimin follow, talking in hushed tones and Jimin's carry-on looking really heavy. Lastly, it's Namjoon, me and Yoongi, holding hands. Behind us are some guards, very large and grumpy sounding men, who won't be joining us on the plane. I feel sorry for them, having to get up this early just to escort us to the airport and to the plane before going home.

We carry on walking for a little while, taking some empty hallways before arriving outside in-front of the private plane we'll be taking. The hostess next to Jin takes a deep bow before leaving, another one appearing from the steps on the plane, greeting us with what looked to be an excited and genuine smile.

"She won't be that happy when she realises what kind of stuff she'll be scrubbing from the seats." Jimin mutters, giggles and snorts erupting from the rest of us, except Jin and Namjoon.

"Jimin!" Namjoon hisses, smacking his ass in warning. We only giggle harder, however, when Jimin lets out a tiny moan and a wink at Namjoon.

Slowly but surely, we make our way up the stairs, greeting the pilots and hostesses. Smirking at Yoongi's back in-front of me, I start to rub my ass against Namjoon's front and palm Yoongi's ass. I hear hisses from the both of them, a smack bouncing off my right cheek before rubbing afterward.

"Keep teasing babygirl, see what happens." Namjoon whispers, grabbing my other hand that was rubbing Yoongi.

"It's our honeymoon, don't be too mean hyung." Jimin stage-whispers, throwing me a wink over his shoulder.

After shuffling down the hall, we randomly pick seats. It's not like we'd be staying there anyway, there's pods and beds we'd most likely be using.

"I call dibs on the seat next to my gorgeous wife." Jin grabs my arm, yanking me down next to him while the other boys groan.

"Fine! Then I call dibs on the bed with Noona!" Taehyung giggles, kissing me on the head as he takes the seats behind us with Yoongi.

"Me too! I wanna get in the bed!" Jungkook shouts from across the plane, a tired pout on his lips.

"No one is getting in that bed for anything other than sleeping purposes." Namjoon scolds, tapping the back of Jungkook's head.

"I'd like to try and see you stop me. It's our honeymoon, we should be chilling out for a bit. Please, Namjoon-oppa?" I pout, obnoxiously fluttering my eyelashes at him. I feel Jin move next to me, mimicking my expression with his plump lips.

"Not on the plane. Please." I huff, turning and grabbing Jin, pressing his lips to mine. He quickly follows, hand at the back of my neck as he tries to pull me in closer, lips smacking.

"Um. Can we get anyone any drinks for takeoff? And can everyone please put their carryons in the cubbys provided, before fastening their seatbelts?" We separate, hungry eyes roaming over one another. Our stares are interrupted after a heavy SLAM! noises above us, confusion present on our faces.

"Please, put your bags away." The hostess shoots us a fake smile, storming back off to the front of the cabin near the drinks tray. I frown at her, sliding out of my seat to abide by her command. I hear Jin huff, following after me. He stands behind me, dragging his erection in his sweatpants against my asscheek.

"She's just jealous, babygirl. Come on." He whispers, helping me put my bag on the shelf whilst still rubbing himself against me.

"We should wait, like Joon said. I'm not too pretty right now." I slide from under him, sitting back down in my seat, pretending to fiddle with the seatbelt. He yanks my face towards him, a growl leaving his mouth.

"Say that again, I dare you. You are our gorgeous wife, even in an oversized shirt and messy hair. Especially in those. Don't listen to jealous people. I love you." He gently pecks my lips, pulling away for an Eskimo kiss.

"Love you too."

"We all love one another. Now please, sit down so we can take off?"

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Two

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Description: You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon! 

Warnings:~ 18+, smut, Jungkook centric! - smut under Keep Reading! sorry if this is cringe 0_o

hello! this ‘story’ is going to be about 10 chapters long, and I’ll publish when I can (looking about twice a week at the moment!)

"Should I go for the black one piece or the spotted two piece?" I hold up the two options, the boys looking uninterested sat on the floor.

"Neither. It's a private pool. You can be naked." Jimin deadpans, eyebrow cocked in annoyance.

"We're going to the beach first! And I don't feel like walking around with my tits out."

"Please do, Noona. Please walk around with your tits out." Jungkook's eyes have glazed over, staring at my chest with no shame.

"You like my tits, Kookie? Wanna come help Noona get dressed?" I squish them together, cleavage getting bigger and Jungkook's eyes getting wider. He nods quickly, jumping up and dragging me to the bathroom whilst the other boys shouted and tried to stop us.

"Noona? Can we do the thing?" He's locked the bathroom door, pressing me against it with a hard kiss, teeth clashing against one another. He separates, putting the swimwear on the counter before trailing a few kisses up my neck.

"Which thing Guk? The boob thing?" He nods quickly, his eyes glazed over and wide. I pull off the vest I'm wearing, throwing it to the side and getting to my knees. By the time I look up, his shorts are around his ankles and his boxers around his thighs. I move him to sit on the side of the bath, smiling at him.

"You're so hot." He whines as I slowly kiss him before I make my way towards his cock, grabbing it gently at the base.

I start by licking slowly around the tip, seeing his head thrown back and staring at the ceiling. I hover above it, opening my mouth and letting spit gather on the tip. Deciding not to torture him, I move my mouth to slowly start sucking on the tip again, precum gathered. I hollow my cheeks, making my way down his cock, slowly rubbing up and down the base. A groan sounds from Jungkook, hand gathering up my hair into a gentle ponytail. I bob my head up and down his cock, his tip hitting the back of my throat and I shudder back a gag. I keep going, making sure his cock is completely covered in spit and his precum.

Then, I edge myself slowly off his cock, leaving it with a lewd pop. His pre-cum and spit covers his cock, so I decide to move quick. Jungkook grabs a squirty tube of lube off the bathroom counter (of course, why wouldn't lube be in every room of this chalet?) He uncaringly covers my chest and the space between my breasts in lube, before I slowly edge myself forward and grab ahold of his cock again, a loud moan sounding from him.

"Go on baby, get your cock." He does as he's told, yanking his cock and starting to slowly masturbate in-front of me whilst I smear in the lube and press my tits together. I move closer, letting him enter from the bottom with a loud whine. His nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed peacefully. A few seconds pass, soft moans leaving his mouth.

He slowly starts to roll his hips upwards, his moans getting louder when I catch the tip of his cock into my mouth, giving it a loud suck. He whines, hips getting quicker as he slowly shuffles off the bathtub and dick further into my mouth. I start to move my boobs up and down his cock, in alternate movements to his thrusts, letting his cock out of my mouth with a wet sound.

"So hot Kookie, keep fucking my tits. Good boy."

"So glad you're our wife, Y/N. Love you." His thrusts get sporadic, moans interrupting his sentence as he finally lets go of my hair, instead gripping ahold of the side of the bath.

"I'm gonna cum!" His mouth opens wide, eyebrows raise and brown eyes closing as he tilts his head back. He starts heavily breathing, moans no longer leaving his mouth, just the occasional whine and heavy breaths.

After a few seconds, his hips stutter, stopping as his dick starts to shoot out cum. I move my head forward, catching his tip in my mouth and sucking down his cum, carrying on sucking even when no more cum is shot out. I drop my hands as he moves backward, whining in overstimulation. I let his cock go, keeping his cum gathered on my tongue.

"Don't swallow. Can't swallow. Can I see?" His chest is moving up and down rapidly, brown doe-like eyes half open as he falls onto his knees on the ground in-front of me. Blushing, I stick out my tongue, showing the cum gathered. It's a lot, and I quickly shove it back in my mouth when I can feel it moving around and nearly off my tongue. It pools back into my mouth, a fucked-out bunny smile on Jungkook's face when he sees I still have it.

Maintaining eye contact, I swallow it down, showing him my empty tongue afterwards. I throw a large smile at him, grabbing a towel from the counter. I stand up, running it under the tap before quickly sitting back down. I wipe down his cock gently, teasing him a little when I rub it around his tip, stopping when he whines. Making sure his cock is clean, I move on to wiping down my boobs. I soon clean up, even checking my face and hair in the mirror for anything that could have still been there.

"Y/N." I spin around, looking at Jungkook behind me, his boxers pulled up but shorts hiked up to knees. I move forward, gently kissing him while standing on my tiptoes, arms wrapped around his neck whilst his settle at holding onto my waist.

"Have you two finished?! Pick a swimsuit and let's go!"

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Five

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You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings! - afab reader smut. hella bad smut. doggy style, pegging, the usual. 18+. if I see you reading this and you’re under 18, i’ll cry. thank you. this is about 2k. i’m sorry.

It was pouring with rain outside. A storm had somehow rolled over the tropical island in the early hours of the morning, bringing loud thunderstorms and torrential downpours that forbade the island's residents from leaving their homes.

"I should be drinking funky cocktails with little umbrellas right now." Jin huffs, pouting and wrapping himself further into a duvet he found in a storage cupboard.

"And I should be out tanning my ass, we don't always get our dreams fulfilled, hyung." Taehyung snaps, face pressed against the window as he stares at the storm causing chaos outside.

"You two need to relax! It's our honeymoon! We can take the day and use it as a bonding and spa day." I try to placate them all, knowing that if tensions start to rise, the storm won't be the only thing wreaking havoc on this poor island.

"You can do that. I'm gonna get naked and roll around in the soft sheets." Jimin smirks, getting up and beginning to walk away with a spring in his step. His shirt is effortlessly thrown over his head and onto the wooden floor, sending a wink over his shoulder at us sat with unwavering stares on his torso. I quickly get up and follow, my clothes also falling off my body, laughing when I see the trail of Jimin's. I hear footsteps behind me, speeding up my own footsteps to run and jump on the largest bed in the chalet. It's actually just a few mattresses with duvets, blankets and pillows lining the floor, but it's a bed nonetheless. I end up landing across from Jimin, who doesn't hesitate to bring me into a soft kiss, no tongue or teeth clashing needed.

I hear that more of the boys are filing in, hopefully also naked.

"How do we want to do this? Soft and loving or rough and demeaning?" Hoseok jokes, crawling next to me to peck us both on the lips.

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm up for some soft loving tonight. You guys?" Jimin says, playing with his hair and smiling as they all start to join us being naked and sat on the overglorified pillow fort. We all nod and agree, naked as the days we were born and ready with the basic sex necessities: lube and condoms.

"Who's the subs this week?" Namjoon teases, straightening out some blankets for more room. Next to him, Jin is doing the same, fluffing up pillows to put against the wall and on the floor.

"Me!" Jimin.

"Me." Jungkook.

"Baby? What about you?" Yoongi's directing his question at me, nudging Jimin to the side so he can sit between us.

"I'm feeling a bit of both today. I could peg Jungkook right now AND get fucked until my throat hurts from screaming."

"Why won't you peg me? This is bottom-phobic." Jimin asks, pretending to be offended.

"Do you want me to peg you, baby? You want my fake cock in that tight little ass of yours?" I crawl forward, pushing him backwards so he falls onto his back. He tries to get back up, but I sit myself on his stomach, keeping him firm in place.

He has a cheeky smile on his face, lifting his arms to run his hands over my hips, but I grab them off of me, pinning them above his head. His smirk is replaced with a pout, eyeing up my chest which is slightly out of his reach, even if he does manage lift his head and try to encompass a nipple in his mouth.

"Not so cocky now, are you Jiminie?" I sarcastically coo, rolling my eyes when his pout gets bigger and eyes get sadder.

I feel my hair being pulled and body being yanked back, losing my grip on Jimin's wrists.

"Not so cocky now, huh babygirl?" Yoongi growls in my ear, laughing sarcastically when I whimper and copy Jimin's pout. Uh oh. I'm in trouble.

———

"Joon!" I moan, pressing my face into the pillow and gripping it as hard as I can. I hear him laugh in between moans, his hips stuttering in the quick pace he's drilling into me. He quickens up again, hips slamming into my ass and free hand rubbing fast circles over my clit. I whimper, slamming my hips backward to meet his thrusts as his moans begin to get more breathy and high-pitched.

"You gonna cum, baby? Gonna fill me up?" I say, looking at the moaning mess over my shoulder and letting out a few more whimpers when I see how fucked-out he looks. Dirty-blonde hair is stuck to his forehead, tongue stuck out to lick his lips while sweat drops run down his neck and torso. He stops and pulls out of me, helping me roll over onto my back before reinserting his cock and resuming his pace. One hand moves back to my clit, stroking it in fast circles while I grab the other and intertwine our fingers. He sends a shy smile before quickening up his pace and whispering loudly.

He's close, I can see it. I start to meet his thrusts again, knocking his hand off me so he can focus on himself.

Soon, I feel his hips stutter and a loud moan leaves his mouth. I can feel how he's filling me, his hands squeezing my hips and breasts as he fucks his way through his orgasm. His pubic bone grazes against my clit, sending a pleasurable tingle up my spine which only builds when his thrusts get sloppier and deeper.

Just before he's planning to pull out, I cross my ankles behind his ass and clamp down on his cock. Throwing my head back, my vision goes cloudy and my mouth opens in a large moan as I'm thrust into an orgasm.

He pulls out of me slowly, giving me long and passionate kisses to distract me. Once he's fully out, I feel our combined cum slowly move out of me, cooing at the fucked-out face Namjoon is pulling right now. He falls down beside me, chest heaving with every breath he takes. I smile at him, slowly sitting up to grab some wipes to clean us up with. He snatches them out of my hand, grabbing a few to clean my skin of stray cum and fluid. He even runs it over my leaking cunt, and I can feel his stare as our combined cum slowly comes out, trying to catch every drop with the wipe or his finger, which I see him stick into his mouth sneakily every few seconds.

Happy that most of it has come out, he moves on to clean himself off of the final fluids. I grab a blanket to cover him with, a sleepy smile taking over his face as we share a slow but passion-filled kiss.

"Can I steal our wife from you Namjoon? You look like you need a nap." Jin appears at the other side of Namjoon, also naked and covered in cum that probably isn't his own. Namjoon nods, tapping my ass gently as I get up to follow Jin somewhere across the room. He's blushing, ears and neck red whilst his lips move to try and say something else.

"Jin baby? What's up?" I ask, placing my hand on his cheek and rubbing the skin under his eye. He's nervous, and won't meet my eyes.

"Want you to be the first one. In my ass, I mean. I know we've been playing with toys and plugs, but I think I'm ready." I tap his cheek, so he looks me in the eyes. I nod and smile at him, which gets wiped from my face when he's suddenly on all fours in front of me.

"I don't need to be prepped, I had Taehyung and Yoongi help." I nod at him, grabbing the harness and fake cock off to the side. He's right, a plug is neatly settled in his ass, a cute little jewel glinting at me. I land a small slap on his right asscheek, rubbing the space afterward when I hear a slight whimper in reply.

I get to work on putting on the harness, looping buckles and making sure it isn't tangled or inside-out. I land a few kisses down his spine when I reach over to grab the decently sized flesh-coloured dildo, jiggling it in my hand a little. I notice the room has gone silent, apart from the raging storm outside, so I glance upwards.

They all seemed to have stopped what they were doing, instead moving closer to press cute kisses to Jin's face, his ears bright red. They're also whispering compliments at him, some tugging blankets and pillows around him so he can relax. He takes the position of lying on his front, pillow under his ass and under his head. He's gripping the pillow harshly, trying to slow his breathing when he hears me attaching it to the strap. I slowly rub the bottom of his spine, adjusting myself behind him. I see Jungkook grab one of Jin's hands, intertwining their fingers whilst the others start to move away, going back to what they were doing. Jungkook hands me the bottle of lube, watching me drizzle the fake cock in it. I send a smile his way, watching him try and calm down Jin.

Slowly, I pull apart his cheeks, the little gem on the end of the plug making a smile appear on my face. I hook my fingers on the gem, gently pulling the plug out. I use my other hand to hold Jin's hips down, little whimpers escaping his mouth. I toss the plug to the side, using the hand to keep his cheeks spread as I move my hips forward. The head catches on the opening, giving some resistance as I try to push forward. I hear Jin whimper again from beneath me, so I gently caress his spine and waist. I pause, waiting for his go-ahead, which I get after a few seconds. I see that Jungkook has begun kissing him, though nothing passionate, just innocent pecks.

I move my hips a little more forward, seeing his hole greedily take the tip and the first inch or so. He returns back to heavy breathing, starting to shuffle his hips a little to make me go quicker. I don't, knowing that if I went all in straight away it would probably hurt a lot more later. Little by little, the entire 8-inch fake cock is seated comfortably in his ass. I start to rock my hips forward, a long moan following a whine that leaves Jin's mouth. I start to go a little quicker, smirking when a loud moan and whimper drops out, letting me know I seem to have found the spot I'm looking for.

I carry on thrusting, hearing our skin clapping together, whimpers and moans that drop from his mouth freely.

"So good for me Jinnie. Do you like taking your wife's cock? You like it filling you up? Yeah?"

"Y-Yeah! Love it! Harder, please! Please!" He starts throwing his ass back into my thrusts, the dildo being swallowed into his ass, barely a peek of the flesh colour visible. I grab his hips, hoisting him a little higher in the air (with Jungkook holding him up in the front) and begin to furiously fuck into him, adjusting one of my hands to his leaking cock. As I thrust, I smother my hand in his precum, before beginning to jack him off. As I start to give him a handjob, I make sure to try and overwhelm him with the repeated slamming of the fake cock against his prostate.

The slapping of our skin is barely audible over Jin's loud moans and my heavy dirty talk. I can hear Kook praising him, kissing him in-between moans and filling in for some beautiful dirty talk.

"So good Jin. Being so good for our babygirl's cock, no matter how hard she's going! Take that fat cock, baby. You're so good!"

The faster I thrust, the louder the moans. The harder I thrust, the higher pitch in the whimpers. I alternate between the two, making sure his cock is still getting some attention, but he's busy humping between the pillows and the strap.

His breathing starts getting heavier, so I let go of his cock, focusing all my attention on fucking him. His moans get more breathier, whimpers leaving his mouth as his hips start faltering. Soon, a loud moan fills the room, so I slow down my thrusts to a hardly noticeable speed, fucking him through his orgasm. His whines are high-pitched, and Jungkook has had to take over in holding him up, his arms and legs are jelly.

"Good boy, Jin. So good for me." I coo, helping Kook to lie him on his back, slightly to the side of where we had been previously. Cum covers his lower stomach and the pillow he had been humping, sweat covering his chest. I pull out fully, smiling when I see that Kook has starting cleaning Seokjin up. I place a quick peck on Kook's lips, undoing the straps on the harness. I throw it aside, moving to help him. I place kisses all over Jin's face, finally landing one on his lips and wiping down his stomach.

Finally clean, I hazard a look at him. He looks fucked out. His chest is still heaving, his eyes are half open.

"Honey? Are you okay? You need anything?" I ask, running one of my hands through his hair, watching as a smile makes its way through his kissable lips.

"I'm good. So good. Thank you. A little thirsty, though." I nod, quickly moving to get up, but am stopped by Hoseok, who's arms are full of snack bars and water bottles. He opens his arms, dropping all of the necessities next to me. I grab a water, Jungkook having helped Jin to sit up and slowly drink some.

"Hi baby. You okay?" Hoseok has settled himself next to me, chowing down on a protein bar. He nods, sleepily laying his head on my shoulder, crumbs everywhere.

Everyone seems to have finished by now, most snacking on what Hoseok had brought and the others beginning to clean up.

Jungkook is helping Yoongi and Namjoon in grabbing the dirty sheets and pillow cases, throwing them into one spot.

Taehyung is actually passed out next to Hoseok, eyes fully closed and little snores leaving his mouth, making me chuckle. Jin and Jimin are sharing a cereal bar, cuddled up together with droopy eyes and large smiles. It's peaceful, for now.

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there’s gonna be a delay on the next chapter, hence why this was a little longer. thank you for reading! x

The Pack Initiative

Large packs used to be incredibly common hundreds of years ago, but began to phase out with the rise of monogamy in betas.

Monogamy began to influence those of half-wolf blood, slowly lessening the amount of partners and starting a steady decline in the once booming birth rate.

Recently, world leaders haven’t been happy with this decision. They proposed a bill to undo the hundreds of years of evolution, and force the half-breeds back into larger packs. Nobody, especially the half-breeds, actually expected the bill to actually pass.

But it did.

Now every single apex alpha, alpha and omega has to be rounded up in centres around the world and forced to bond with strangers simply based on compatibility.

After that? They’ll be forced to spend the rest of their lives with each other.

It’s cruel.

But is must be obeyed.

This is: The Pack Initiative.

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BTS Masterlist

A multi-chapter omegaverse BTS x fem!omega!reader story. [TAGLIST OPEN, just drop me an ask or reply to this post! :)]

Basic Information

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Four Point Five

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

BREAKING NEWS - 11.5

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

The Pack Initiative - Chapter One

The concrete building looms overhead. This will be our home for the next ten days, possibly even longer if the match-up doesn't work out. It doesn't look at all homely; more like the type of abandoned building you'd be held hostage in in a spy movie.

The barrage of scents is overwhelming and I can tell it's setting Jungkook off. He's tense, the hairs on back of his neck sticking up to attention. I shuffle a little closer to him, attempting to hide in his chest and distract him. It seems to work, his once tense chest going a little soft and a kiss pressed to the top of my head.

"You okay, omega?" He whispers into my head, pushing out his scent a little. I nod, turning a little to force my face into his scent gland. His chest shakes with a laugh, slowly beginning to rock us side-to-side. The volume and scents seem to disappear, just leaving us wrapped around one another. It's just us.

But it won't be for long.

—//—

We finally signed into the building, lugging our bags and suitcases into the room as instructed.

Jungkook wouldn't let me in the room at first, wanting to check everything over for what he deemed as threats. He let me in once he deemed it as safe, helping to unpack the clothes and hang them up in the boring looking wardrobe. It's metal, covered in scuff marks and houses cheap hangers.

The room was incredibly plain, only housing a wardrobe, bed and another door that lead to the bathroom. The bathroom itself was also incredibly plain, having a shower on one side and the toilet/sink on the other. The floor was cold concrete, only a few tiles on the shower wall. I couldn't even see a heater or radiator anywhere, not to mention the lack of windows. It felt like a prison cell. How were we supposed to keep warm? Jungkook runs a little hotter than most people do but still!

"Omega? Can you help me for a sec?" I quickly speed-walk out of the bathroom, watching as Jungkook struggled with the bedding bag. A fitted sheet hangs on one end of the mattress, a blush rising up his cheeks.

"I'll do it, alpha. Can you unpack the toiletries? Please?" He nods, hair bouncing around, nudging the bag towards me and planting a kiss on my cheek. I watch as he skips off into the bathroom, a small smile making its way onto my face. It soon drops however, when I recognise that his scent isn't permeating the room like it should. I curse the scent patches that were forced upon us with the strictest of instructions, the blasted things rendering it impossible to be comforted by my alpha in such an unfamiliar place.

The people in charge of this whole governmental programme had set us out with very instructions: one of them being that scent suppressant patches be worn at all times (except for showers, but then a new one must be put on.) After we had unpacked, we were told to wait in our rooms until an assistant came to fetch us for the dreaded test. I've never been any good at tests in school, especially the ones that are about to determine the rest of my (and Jungkook's) life.

--//--

"Don't be nervous, okay? We're in this together."

“Jungkook?"

“Yes, my love?"

"Shut up."

“Fair enough."

--//--

The test was weird, to say the least. First, Jungkook and I had to be sat on separate ends of the room to fill it out. Then, after we had both finished and handed it in to the ghastly beta back at the desk, we had to complete a different test together.

Whilst the first one was more about personal details ("Psssst... Omega! What's my blood type?") and personality traits, this second one was more about us as a sub-pack. The fourth question asked about our (my) ability to cook and clean. It was mainly fed by stereotypes and the more 'wanted' characteristics for the sub-genders, but it did include what we wanted for our pack.

Jungkook and I chose, out of the limited options available, for a smaller pack (from five to ten people) no matter the gender or sub-gender. The beta had simply hummed at our answers, before tucking the paper away with the others into a neat little file. We got up, poised to leave, when she informed that we would hear of our matches first thing in the morning, and would meet them officially later the following day. It's awfully quick for what seems like a life-changing decision.

We went back to the room after that, setting up for what seems to be dinner and then bedtime. It wasn't anything luxurious or hot for dinner, just sandwiches and cookies, but Jungkook scoffed them down regardless. He eyed up the last half of one of my sandwiches, cheeks full like a squirrel in winter, and begging doe eyes. I obliged with a huff, landing kisses on his chubby cheeks before preparing for bed.

--//--

I exit the bathroom, feet cold yet body warm from the shower. Jungkook trails behind me, yelping and running towards the bed.

"I'm so cold! Omega, save me! Quick!" He screeches from the bed, trying to tunnel under the bedding without touching the cold frame or floor.

"Jungkook, stop! You'll make a mess!" I run over to the wardrobe, pulling out our nightwear before making my way back towards the bed. He's stopped wriggling around like a worm, instead laying still with his head over the end of the bed, watching me. His brown eyes stare into my (E/C) ones, a cheeky smile present on his face. His brown hair fans over the duvet, chest peeking out of the robe he had thrown on after the shower.

"Love you, Omega." I shut him up by throwing his pyjamas at his face, his splutters filling the room.

"I love you, Alpha." I coo, quickly spinning around and dropping my robe onto the floor, causing more of his splutters and unintelligible sentences to fill the room. I counter this by quickly sliding on my nightwear, grabbing the robe and putting it in a plastic bag we had lain out for dirty clothes. I then make my way back to the bed, tunnelling under the sheets that had been warmed by Jungkook's furnace-like body. He soon does the same, sliding in next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Without thinking, he burrows his face into my neck, but grunts in disapproval once he realises my scent is reduced to nothing because of the patches.

"It's only for a few more days, Alpha."

"Still. I should be able to scent you, I'm your Alpha. Stupid betas. Stupid government." All the lights suddenly switch off, a man calling "lights out!" from the opposite side of the door. The entire building seemingly going silent, aside from the footsteps in the hall and the shuffle of bedsheets.

"Love you, Alpha. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Omega. I love you more."

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Two

I'm stirred from sleep by a hammering on the door to our room, groans and growls sounding from Jungkook. I quickly stand, yanking open the door; a small brunette beta being the culprit. She quickly hands over a thick cardboard file as well as the tray that holds our breakfast. I nod in thanks, closing the door with my hip once she begins to leave.

The tray is lifted from my hands by my messy alpha, his eyes wide and staring at the food whilst his hair sticks up in all different directions. The tray houses two small stacks of pancakes, a decent-sized portion of kimchi fried rice and some scrambled egg. I can already tell that Jungkook will be using those pouty doe eyes of his to get a pancake out of me, and a slightly bit more of the kimchi fried rice, but I can't bring myself to care.

My attention is mainly on the file. The file that holds our future. The strangers which we are allegedly most compatible with. This ugly, scratchy cardboard houses the information on our new pack members that we'll be meeting later.

Jungkook snatches the file away, throwing it onto the bed and yanking me into the bathroom with a stern look. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it at the scrunch of my nose.

"I've been with you for two years and I still can't get used to your morning breath. Ew."

—//—

The first few pages set out some schedules and rules, which Jungkook and I put to the side so we can glance at our future pack.

After those, there are two separated sections; seemingly the two sub-packs we've been paired with.

The first is Pack #7220191; holding three profiles. Two weeks of them are alphas like Jungkook, and the eldest is an omega like me. My own alpha doesn't seem to react much to that, eyes just running over the pages and occasionally humming. They had noted that pups were a non-negotiable for all three of them, yet they were all male so far, meaning I'd be the one to carry them.

After reading through the first section, we moved to the second; Pack #7220194, also holding three profiles. Similarly, it had one omega, but it also had an alpha and an apex alpha. I've never even met an apex alpha before, and now I'm supposed to spend my life with one?!

"What do you think, Alpha?" My voice sounds meek, nervousness coursing through my body. He glances at me, noticing my obvious uneasiness and intertwines our hands together, gently pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

"I think we should give them a chance, Omega. They were forced here, just like us." I nod, moving the papers away from me and tunnelling into his arms. Automatically, I move to the crook of his neck, but quickly move away once I realise I won't be getting any of the scent I crave. He seems to notice, gently rubbing my back with the hand that was once wrapped in mine and peppering kisses on the crown of my head.

"I love you, Alpha."

"I love you, Omega."

—//—

The schedule for the next ten days was, quite frankly, a mess. We were meant to spend time together, but they had also set up classes that were mandatory for

whoever it had been listed for.

For example, Jungkook had to attend 'Omega Maintenance' with the other alphas and the apex alpha, whilst us omegas had to go to 'Alpha Maintenance' as well as an 'Apex Side-class.' We also had Home Economics, 'Nesting' and even a 'Pup and Me' class. They really do like feeding into the stereotypes here, especially with the alphas having mandatory gym time and classes about tools and fixing things.

On the notes page at the front, it informs us that we will be forced to start rooming together after four days, and will be sent to live in one of their approved housing structures for the rest of our lives if the trial goes well. Great.

—//—

Jungkook's leg is bouncing so fast you can barely see it moving, and his bottom lip is red raw from him biting and tearing at the skin. I had grabbed his hands and enveloped them in mine after he had accidentally made it bleed, as well as pressed little kisses to his lips every so often in the hopes it would calm him down a little.

The atmosphere didn't help at all; it was almost like a hospital room. The walls were as white as snow, the chairs bland and uncomfortable, and it was eerily silent. Not even the creak of a door or a scrape of a chair can be heard.

"Not long now, Alpha." I whisper before pressing a small peck to his head, silently laughing when I notice how he's wrapped himself around me and how he's trying to hide in my chest. I coo, running my fingers through his hair as I watch the door, praying they'd come quickly so we can get this over with.

The only sounds in the room are the taps of Jungkook's shoe hitting the floor and our breathing, tension filling every corner.

We stay in silence for what seems to drag on for hours, but is realistically only about five minutes.

Then, the door opens.

Oh no.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Three

"Good afternoon. You'll be left to your own devices in this room for the next three hours, then you will have your first classes together. I will be back to escort you there. Goodbye." The beta boy sneers, making sure we were all present before yanking open the door and locking it shut.

The room goes silent once more, awkwardness filling the room from corner to corner. I'm basically hiding behind Jungkook, unable to meet anybody's eyes and using my alpha as a human shield as a result. The lack of scents is unnerving, especially when I try to comfort myself with my alpha's scent and am unable to.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, the Apex Alpha. I trust that we read everybody's pack files before arriving?" He breaks the silence, making me flinch as I'm ripped from my thoughts. I chance a look over, noticing that we're all sat in a sort of wonky circle shape on the uncomfortable fold-out chairs provided. We all seemingly nod in reply, no-one speaking just yet.

"Min Yoongi, Alpha." The man a spot to his left says, tone unbothered. His body language screams indifference, arms crossed whereas his pack-mates are of a more cheery disposition.

"Hi! I'm Park Jimin, Omega." He seems way more happy than the rest, a wide smile on his face that seemingly makes his eyes disappear. My eyes drift to the hands laid out on his thighs; one each from the men in his pack. A small grin appears on my face, which is still mainly hidden by my own alpha's shoulder. My arms are firmly wrapped around his upper bicep, watchful eyes on everyone else in the room.

Two of the men from the other pack begins to tap at each-other, gesturing with their eyes to go first. The other jokingly rolls his eyes, large lips pulled into a pout. "I'm Kim Seokjin, also an Omega. These two idiots are my alphas."

"Jung Hoseok." The one on his left stutters, bright red but showing off a heart-shaped smile.

"Kim Taehyung." The one on the omega's right shrugs nonchalantly, gently tapping Seokjin's thigh in what seems to be a scolding manner.

The attention flits to us, huddled together in silence. Jungkook's practically vibrating, head turning and eyes pleading as he stares into my soul. He knows that I can never deny him when he flashes those begging eyes my way, the traitorous alpha.

"I'm Y/L/N Y/N, Omega." I move away from his shoulder, but keep my arms firmly wrapped around his bicep. He sags a little, quickly rushing through his own introduction.

"Jeon Jungkook, Alpha."

Everyone goes silent again, taking each-other in and sending half-awkward smiles.

"So, the weather hasn't been that bad recently."

—//—

Two hours later, we're a lot more comfortable than we were before. I'm not wrapped around Jungkook like an anaconda to it's prey anymore, instead leaned a little towards Seokjin, who's rapidly speaking about his family and upbringing.

Seokjin is attractive, there's no denying it, especially with the confident air he carried himself with. He's wearing a blue flannel shirt unbuttoned over a white shirt, which his broad shoulders seem to be nearly ripping apart, and black jeans that cling to every part of his bottom half. We weren't permitted to wear actual shoes, only slippers, so his feet are covered by a pair of black fluffy sliders and bright white socks.

To the left of him is Hoseok, wearing a dark blue, long-sleeved shirt that houses some kind of brand logo, but I'm unfamiliar to which. He also wears jeans, but his are the classic light blue unfitted style, with matching sliders and socks.

On the other side is Taehyung. A baggy black t-shirt is fitted over his frame, matching sweatpants on his bottom half with black socks and fluffy bunny slippers.

The three of them are all touching somehow; whether it be a hand on a thigh or fingers running through hair, it's the image of a close and comfortable pack.

A couple of inches away sits Namjoon. A tight-fitting black jumper stretched over his torso, matching baggy sweatpants paired with it. He's wearing what seem to be multicoloured superhero socks with white plain slippers, the type you'd get complimentary in a hotel room.

Jimin is drowning in a baggy royal blue sweater, ripped jeans so tight they were like a second skin. Adorably, he had duck slippers on, bright orange beak sticking out proudly.

On the other side was Yoongi, who's style seemed to match Namjoon's rather than Jimin's. He wore all baggy black clothes, with matching socks and plain sliders.

Jungkook's body is hidden by a baggy white sweater with skinny, horizontal, orange lines. His bottom half is decorated in black jeans, pastel yellow socks and his fluffy white sliders.

Conversation seems easy with them. There's no expectations, just small talk and getting to know one another. It just seems so empty though, not being able to sniff anyone out or see if our scents are compatible.

The betas were smart this way, we couldn't deny bonds just based on scents this way, we instead had to give other actual reasons like conflicting beliefs and morals.

Yoongi and Hoseok surprisingly seem to be the ones getting on the most, aside from Jimin and Taehyung. Those two are acting like long lost soulmates, whilst Yoongi and Hoseok are a blossoming new friendship. It's cute.

I’m still a little unsure of them, though Seokjin is trying his best to try and make me comfortable. If there was such a thing as an apex omega, he’d be one.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Four

'Alpha Maintenance.'

It's like we're back in school, learning about the basics of sub-genders and a heat's impact on the body.

We're sat around the table tucked into the furthest corner, far away from the hustle and bustle of the other omegas. Seokjin sits between Jimin and I, loose paper strewn in-front of us as we stare blankly at the board at the front. It's the basics, so the paper lays untouched, pens loosely poised in our hands. Seokjin groans a little under his breath, instead spending the mandated time chatting lightly with us, only averting his attention once actual decent information pops up on the screen.

Jimin and I follow, scribbling down half-sensical notes and little tidbits the 'lecturer' adds on. Soon enough, most of the paper is filled, and the lecturer calls a break.

I push the paper a little, glancing up to see Seokjin doing the same. Jimin is finishing up on a sentence, his notes neat and un-chaotic unlike mine and Seokjin's.

"So, when did you guys present? I first presented at sixteen." Jimin states all matter-of-factly, uncaring of how inappropriate it may seem to talk about in public.

"Sixteen? I presented at eighteen. I was a late bloomer." Seokjin answers, both of their eyes flying to me and my lack of response.

"I was sixteen too." We spend the next few minutes with small talk, and I slowly start to realise that I wouldn't mind spending more time with them. They're not pretentious or pushy, and also seem a little nervous like I am.

I can't help but let my mind drift to my Alpha though. What's he up to? Is he having fun with the others? Is he thinking of me? Or has he already averted his sights to Jimin or Seokjin? Weirdly enough, I don't feel the tightness in my chest that I normally would when thinking about him with someone else. Maybe I'm just tired.

Yeah. That has to be it.

—//—

We exit the room together, notes tucked neatly into little plastic files we had been provided with for our 'classwork.' A beta was provided to escort each pack to and from lessons/lunch, and ours seemed much more aggressive than the others. She was quite tall with hair as loud as her personality, and an attitude to match. She kept rolling her eyes every-time the boys and I began to talk, or scoffing when our pace wasn't as fast as hers. Seokjin began to mock her a little, causing tiny snorts and giggles to leave our mouths, only silencing once she turned around and fixed us with glares.

By some kind of miracle, we managed to reach the little room we were in beforehand without being scolded too heavily. The others are already inside, seated on the floor and talking lowly, heads rising in greeting once we begin to file in and settle down near them.

"Lunch will be brought to you soon. Don't leave the room at any point, for any reason." The beta basically commands, closing and locking the door. We stay in silence, watching her reflection through the frosted glass window in the door talk to someone else before both seemingly left. I shuffle a little closer to Jungkook, who manhandles me into sitting in-between his open legs. His chin sits atop my shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to my neck as I shuffle back and relax into his chest. I glance over at the others, seeing Jimin and Seokjin be manhandled in a similar way with their alphas and laughing a little. It's like all alphas are cut from the same cloth, honestly.

"I hope it's something decent. I'm not going to survive if it's just sandwiches for the next nine or so days." Namjoon jokes, ruffling Jimin's hair with one hand and stroking his leg with the other.

"We'll be cooking for ourselves when we room together, so hopefully it'll be better after that. Plus, whatever is made in the Home Economics classes by the omegas we're allowed to eat." Hoseok pipes up, swaying gently as he dotes on his pack members with loving touches.

"Well I hope that Seokjin and Y/N are better at cooking than I am, or we'll be starving." Jimin giggles, eyes disappearing as he does.

"You're not THAT bad. You're just not that good either." Yoongi tuts in reply, laughing when Jimin lets out an offended sigh and smacks him on the chest.

We all start to laugh and joke about our own abilities, thankfully realising at least three of us are decent cooks, and learning  more about the apex alpha's ban from the kitchen or anywhere where he could be easily injured.

I could get used to this.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Four Point Five

"Omega? Why did you lock the door?" I can almost hear his pout through the thick door, a giggle falling from my mouth.

"I'm peeing, Kook!"

"Damn, without me?" He jokes, slamming his hand on the door in a series of knocks across the door. I finish up, quickly washing my hands and yanking open the door. Jungkook falls onto his back, loudly hissing. He must've been sat against the door; such a clingy alpha.

I help him up, cooing at his pout and pressing kisses wherever I could reach. He whines, pawing at my hip as he picks me up, shoving his face into my neck. I begin to purr, running my fingers through his hair as he drops us onto the bed. No words need to be exchanged, just biology. His sad whines break my heart, desperately searching for a scent that he's not going to find. I comfort him, holding him tight and running my hands all over his skin and face. It seems to work, his whines becoming less frequent as his hands begin to mirror mine.

"So, what did you think of them?" I whisper, moving to lay us back against the pillows, but Jungkook keeps us wrapped up in one another.

"They're nice people. I could see us being happy." He whispers back before planting a kiss at my hairline, rubbing my thighs with his hands gently.

"Me too." I whisper back, pulling back a little to stare into his dirt-brown eyes. He stares back, us beginning to move closer, love pouring from us.

Our lips connect, slowly moving with one another as we shift around on the bed, with my back flush against the bed and him leaning on-top. We pull away a little for air, staring at each-other again. My alpha moves back, pulling his shirt off. I start to run my hands over his built torso, fingers dancing in the dips of his abs.

"Omega," I avert my gaze from his chest to meet his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you, Alpha." I hum back, reaching for another kiss; passion and love in the air.

We continue like that, sharing sweet kisses and removing layers of clothing. He's my world.

—//—

We cuddle a little closer in bed, my head burrowed in his neck as his arms get tighter around me.

"Omega?" He whispers, nudging me slightly in an effort to check my state of consciousness.

"Alpha?" I hum back, adjusting the duvet and blankets to keep us warm as I do so.

"I'll still be yours, right? Even when we're all a pack?" Worry coats each word, a sort of pleading tone tacked on the end.

"Of course you will Alpha. My original one and only. I'll still have all my love for you, my heart will just grow to love more people." I try to comfort, rubbing my face in his neck and gently pecking the skin of his covered scent gland. We spend the next few minutes gently rubbing and placing kisses along wherever we can reach, but a sniffle breaks the silence.

"My omega."

"My alpha."

The Pack Initiative - Chapter Five

[TWO DAYS LATER]

Today is the day. The day we'll start to room together. It's a normal schedule until three, when we'll be escorted into our new living quarters and made to cook our own dinner with people we barely know anything about.

Jungkook had mandated gym time from 10:30 to 12, then lunch/free time, then an Omega Maintenance class at 1:30pm until 2:30pm. He's not as on edge as I am, though. You can practically feel the anxiousness oozing out of my every pore, filling the room from wall to wall.

My own schedule is different than my Alpha's, with a lot more to do. From 10:30 until 12:30, I would be in Home Economics, then lunch. I then had a Apex Alpha side-class at 1:15pm until 2pm, a Nesting side-class straight after until 2:35pm, and finally a 25 minute lecture on breeding and pups, working right up until 3pm.

Why did they pack my day, and no doubt every other omega's, so much?! We're going to be exhausted. Great.

—//—

"Morning!" Jimin cheerily greets, swinging his legs back and forth on the kitchen stools. He pats the seat next to him, cooing happily when I settle down.

"Morning, Jimin." I yawn back, sending a small grin his way that he returns. His sparkling eyes disappear for a moment, a snort unattractively falling from my mouth that makes one fall from his own.

"Having all of the fun without me?" Seokjin appears out of the blue, Jimin and I practically jumping out of our skins as a result. He plops down in the seat next to me, so I'm the filling in an omega sandwich. A very tasty sandwich.

We exchange pleasantries and share a little about our morning routines while waiting for the room to fill with the other people.

"So Tae wouldn't get out of bed this morning, like at all. He just kept whining and cuddling into the pillow. Hobi had to yank him out of bed with the promise of food and a hot shower," Seokjin starts, "But he still didn't leave until he had to. He's really cranky too. I hope he doesn't start anything in the gym today."

"He's in the gym today? Kook's in there too!" I pipe up, my face going warm when the other two begin to giggle.

"Joon is in the gym as well. Yoongi has Omega Maintenance class."

"Hobi too!"

We share our alpha's schedules, as well as our own, smiling widely when we realised our schedules were identical, and even wrote on the others to indicate so. Jimin brought out his collection of pens and used a light blue one, Seokjin used a pink  and I used a purple out of his collection. Our schedules were covered in little asterisks and markings to signal who would be with who and what our packs would also be doing.

My mind starts to wobble, showing flashes of these schedules being pinned to a fridge and us all bustling and jumping on-top of one another to catch a glimpse with messy mouths and sleepy eyes.

It also shows a flash of some sleepy children doing the same, whining and yawning.

I quickly shake my head, returning my focus back to the two omegas. They're staring at me with curiosity, eyes tracking my nervous glances away and taps against the table.

"What are you thinking about?" Thankfully, I don't get the chance to answer, due to three snotty betas walking in and shouting for silence. Great. It begins.

—//—

There is simply no nice way to say this. Jimin can't cook. Don't get me wrong, he's amazing at measuring the ingredients and preparing everything needed, but actual cooking? Terrible. Seokjin and I kept sharing glances behind him, desperately trying to convince the other to say something. Luckily, Jimin decided to step away on his own accord, distracted by the new dessert recipe choices. He chose cheesecake, and didn't even try to help make it, instead choosing to wash all of the pots and pans. I don't want to be the one to break his poor heart and tell him he can't cook, that's best left to the alphas.

—//—

We all choose to spend lunch together in one of the communal rooms, but not sat at a table. Instead, we're sat on the hardwood floor in a semi-circle shape, decorative pillows cast aside and ignored. Well, most of us are sat. Jungkook's head lays in my lap, nose burrowed into my stomach as I alternate between feeding myself and him.

Namjoon and Jimin are in the same position but reversed, Jimin laid out in his apex's lap whilst Yoongi rubbed soothing circles and shapes into his thigh with one of his hands. The other is jokingly flicking at Jungkook's socked feet in his lap.

Hoseok and Namjoon sit next to one-another, arms brushing every time they slightly move. Taehyung is draped along Hoseok and Seokjin, not a part of his body even so much as grazing the hardwood floor. They don't seem to mind, almost used to the clingy alpha's habits.

I wonder if he'll be like that with the rest of us? Or is it just Seokjin and Hoseok he's like that with?

The door opens. Another scowling beta. More marching orders. Great.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Six

Poor Namjoon.

Truly.

Fifteen minutes into the side-class and I can already feel my heart bursting for him and all the stress he'll be under.

A typical alpha rut lasts about three days, an apex's nearly a week. Not to mention the constant pressure as the leader of a pack and the main communication with the others.

Jimin doesn't seem to really be paying attention, instead hyper-focused on Seokjin and I. I wonder what he's thinking. Something PG-13, I hope, or the tension is going to get a lot spicier than originally expected.

"Pay attention." Seokjin hisses, supposedly just to Jimin, but I quickly jump into action too. A little whine leaves Jimin, a huge pout settling on his face.

"Come on! I've been with Joon for years, I don't need this class." Seokjin levels him with a disapproving glare, one that shakes me to the core and it's not even meant for me. It kicks Jimin into action, grabbing his pen and beginning to scribble down words hastily. I snort quietly, blushing when Seokjin looks at me and winks. I quickly avert my gaze and almost mirror Jimin in hastily scribbling. I can feel the smugness radiating from his every pore.

Smug ass.

—//—

"Do you prefer one big nest? Or several smaller ones?" I ask, continuing to scroll down the endless list of blankets and their thread counts. The main task of this side-class was to shop for our favourite nest supplies.

"Big one in the shared bedroom, then a smaller one in the lounge." Seokjin supplies, glancing at my tablet and then his own, removing a couple of things from his wish-list.

"One in the bedroom, several throughout the house. I have one in the pantry." Jimin also makes changes to his wish-list after glancing at Seokjin's, so I do the same. They were pretty similar to begin with, but Jimin has more of a preference for weighted blankets, while Seokjin prefers quilts and duvets. It's a jumble of pillows and fluffy blankets. Just looking at their lists makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I never want to leave this 'class', it's like heaven. All we're doing is looking at things for our comfort place, there's no lectures or informative facts about throw pillows versus body pillows, or the benefits and downsides to having quilts.

"What about you?" Seokjin asks, bringing me back from the deep confines of my thoughts.

"One in the bedroom, then one in the lounge. We used to have one out on the deck, but I found a bug in it once and have never made one outside since." I shudder at the memory, that tiny insect forever tainting my happy place.

"You poor thing. Did Jungkook kill it?"

"Kook doesn't kill bugs, he traps them and releases them. You should see him when he visits his parents' farm. He once pet a hen until it fell asleep."

"Cute. Joonie's the same, but he also screams every-time he sees anything with more than two legs and smaller than him." Jimin supplies, the three of us giggling in-sync.

"Hope too! He screams at literally anything." Seokjin joins in, our attention diverted from the task at hand to sharing tidbits about our alphas.

We continue like that until the side-class is over, but we still don't stop talking. We continue to giggle while packing up and leaving to the final lecture. We file into the room, conveniently next to the one we were beforehand and settle in seats near the back. I go for the spot next to the wall, Jimin settling in the middle as Seokjin flanks his other side.

Another group of omegas eyes the other empty seat next to Seokjin, who quickly throws his bag and jacket onto it with a snarl poised on his lips. A tall blond man from the group snarls back, stepping closer to Seokjin.

Jimin and I share a look, brains scrambling to find a solution.

"Seokjinnie, do you have any band-aids? I have a papercut." I pout, getting Jimin to tap him for his attention.

"Me too, Seokjinnie! My shoe's a little tight and I don't want to blister." Seokjin quickly turns his attention to us, rifling through his bag on the chair. The group thankfully stalks off to another part of the room. Crisis averted.

"Okay, purple or a flesh toned one?"

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Seven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bark out a laugh. He's adorable.

—//—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dibs on the space next to the wall."

—//—

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

It makes me want to leave the door open.

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

Maybe we could be happy.

Maybe.

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The Pack Initiative - Chapter Eight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—//—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh god.

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rawr xD - a dragon hybrid! Taehyung series

summary (?): perm taehyung lives in my head rent free, and i LOVE dragon tropes. so. here we go.

-> How It Begins

…. (more to be added!)

Rawr xD - How It Begins

I stare at Lena, mouth unable to form physical words to explain the hurricane of emotions I was feeling at that very moment.

"I know it's very last minute, but I really need to do this. Please?" She pouts, fluttering her eyelashes. The sincerity in her eyes isn't real, that much I can tell.

"What about V?" I manage to stutter out, the thought of her hybrid sitting all alone in her apartment while she's two time-zones away kills me a little, he doesn't deserve this.

"You can check on him, I'll give you my key. Please?"

"Fine." I finally give in, body sagging against the uncomfortable coffee shop chair as she straightens.

Great.

----

There's always been a sort of tension between V and I ever since Lena first adopted him, and it still plagues me as to why. To my knowledge, I had never offended him or hurt him in any way. Then again, he's the same with Lena, and she's his owner, so maybe that's how he is with everyone?

Lena had been my closest friend for around three years at the time she adopted V, and I tried my best to welcome him with open arms. Lena had seemingly only adopted him to impress a man at her work, so I assumed that she wouldn't keep him for long, just until someone else caught her eye. However, legislation restricted her from sending him back within the first year without any serious reasons why, so she's seemingly been waiting it out.

V was a reptile hybrid; more specifically dragon. Lena had named him V, without thinking, despite his birth name being something different. He had to go through so much change in such a small amount of time, the poor thing. And now he's going to go through another significant change: his owner being in a different continent without him.

Ugh.

----

V doesn't even seem affected when Lena tells him of the work trip, instead he just nods and continues to shovel food into his mouth. He's eating a lot more than usual tonight, already on his fourth portion of pork belly and kimchi fried rice when normally he'd be finished after two. I had gotten up a few times for drinks, making sure to refill V's when I saw it empty as an attempt to quell the tenseness a little bit. It seemed to work, seeing as he filled my plate once he saw it empty. Lena and V were almost the perfect pair, jointly ignoring one another and sending respect-filled nods when the other fills their plate or pushes the bowls closer.

Lena left the table early, phone fixed to her ear as she prattled on about some statistics that mainly sounded made-up until she got into her bedroom, quiet giggles beginning to fill the room. V and I stay at the table for a few minutes in silence before I had started to clean up, leaving him there.

I left soon after finishing cleaning, sending an awkward wave to him and cursing Lena mentally. Why did I agree to this?

---- FOUR DAYS LATER ----

"V? There's some lasagne in the oven for when you're hungry, and some iced coffee in the fridge," I pause, waiting for some sort of reply, "Can you just make some sort of noise so I know you're okay? Please?"

It's dead silent for a few seconds before a grumbled "Thank you." sounds from inside the room, my heart racing from the sudden noise in the normally silent apartment. I smile a little, moving back into the kitchen to finish preparing the stew that will hopefully last for the next couple of days, otherwise I'm going to have to go grocery shopping yet again.

Too hyper-focused on the stew, I don't notice the creeping steps moving towards the kitchen, or the sudden presence in the doorway. At least, not until I have a spoonful of boiling hot stew in my hand ready for a taste-test that I end up dropping and splashing all over my arm.

"Ow! Holy sh-"

"Are you hurt? Stupid mate. Why weren't you paying attention?" He babbles on, dragging me towards the sink and scolding me. I flinch as the water first makes contact, relaxing a little as it soothes the burn a little. Then, I flinch again.

"HUH?!"

----

I stay silent as he gently rubs lotion on my arm, bandage ready on the table. His breaths are a little heavy, small tuts leaving his mouth every so often as he makes sure my entire forearm (not just the burn itself) is covered in lotion.

"You can't just not talk about it, V."

"Taehyung." He whispers and I barely hear it.

“Pardon?" My face sets in confusion, arm going stiff in his hold.

"Taehyung. That's my name." He begins to wrap my arm, tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth in concentration. I watch him for a few seconds, trying to organise the many swirling thoughts in my head.

"Okay, Taehyung. Why did you call me mate?" I anxiously tap my foot against the floor, watching as he ties of the end with a safety pin he seemingly produced out of nowhere, careful not to stab himself or my skin underneath. Finally done, he shifts backwards, letting go of my arm and sighing.

"You're seriously telling me that you never knew? That you never," He pauses, running his tongue over his lips to dampen them, "Ever suspected? I don't exactly treat you the same as I do with Lena for starters."

"You weren't exactly a warm person to begin with, Taehyung. I thought I had done something wrong at some point early on and you hated me."

"I was mad at you for a while. At the beginning. You went on a date with that loser, even though I tried to court you. Took it personally."

"Court me?" I try to scramble through memories of the time V is speaking of, but I can't find anything close to that. What's he talking about?

"I left my door open when I knew you were visiting. You saw my hoard. Thus my attempt would begin."

"Your... hoard?"

He sighs in reply, rubbing at his forehead in exasperation. Finally, he settles back in his chair, leaning back and staring at me. I nervously shift in my chair.

"Where do I begin?"

----

His grip on my hand is loose as he leads me towards his bedroom. Any other version of this scenario would probably cause me to blush and die of embarrassment, but I can see that this is an action that is in no way sexual, just informative and a little romantic. He's putting his complete trust in me to go near something so important to him and not cause distress.

We stand in-front of the bedroom door, the cream white staring back. He takes a deep breath, wrapping his hand around the doorknob and twisting. A click sounds through the silent apartment, the creak of the door joining afterwards.

It falls open, displaying his room. The walls are a matte silver, his room practically filled to the brim. It's obvious that he needs the largest bedroom more than Lena does, or at least needs to make use of the spare room. The side of his king-size bed closest to the wall is stocked full of items, the type of thing you'd normally see in a child's room. The avalanche continues down towards the floor, sets of drawers tightly packed along the edge.

"What do you think?"

"It's nice. A little chaotic, but there's some sort of organisation in the chaos."

"Thank you." His face is a little red, tone shy as I run my eyes over him and then back to his room. A jewellery box catches my eye, neatly placed between a large furry blanket and an old, ratty looking teddy bear.

"So, this is your hoard?" I test the word in my mouth a little, unsure of the term in relation to him.

"Yes. Do you want me to talk you through everything? You can touch a few if you like." He rocks a little on his feet, large smile plastered on his face. I can't find it in me to say no. How could I ever do anything to take that smile away?

——

I go home that night with my mind racing like a racing car on a track. I needed a few hours to process things, away from Taehyung's pout and shimmering eyes.

I had gone there with the intent of cooking some stew, checking he was okay and then coming home to have long bath. I had completed my first task, but I've been muddled ever since. I'm now staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, listening to the rain against the window, instead of being in the bath, simply because the heaviness of my brain is stopping me from moving.

I wonder if he's doing the same, or whether he had this all planned out and he's doing just fine?

I walked into that apartment with my future a surprise and I left with my life partner already there.

Wow.

—//—

Taehyung glares at his ceiling, displeasure and anxiety filling the room. He misses you already, surely the bond shouldn't ze work this quickly? He spins the throw cushion around in his hands, pulling and yanking desperately. You had lightly picked it up earlier to get a better look at the flowery design, thus entrapping your scent in the fibres, most of which he had already released into his room.

He sighs; the rain patters against the window in reply.

He breathes heavily through his nose; the rain replies again.

He wonders if you're feeling like he is. He wonders if you're doing just fine.

Wow.

—//—

I blearily open my eyes, glaring at the sound that had invaded my dreams. The ringing continues on and on, only silencing once I swat at my phone impatiently. I smile at the sudden silence, tucking my arm back under the warm covers and begin my descent into dreamland once more.

Not.

It begins to blare again, a loud groan falling from my lips as I glare at the offending object. My phone continues to make my ears bleed, screeching it's vile tune until I finally give in and grab the stupid thing.

The noise stops. My screen displays a barrage of notifications.

Uh oh.

The Pack Initiative - Chapter Nine

Free time should be exciting, it shouldn't involve just sitting around awkwardly pushing food around our plates. Yet, that's exactly what it is; all because we need to get to know each-other yet none of us wants to speak, probably as a result of this morning.

—//—

This morning was chaos in every essence of the word. The two bathrooms were occupied when I woke up, Jungkook wasn't in the bed beside me, the room smelled funny and not to mention the burning smell filling my nostrils! I tried to sleep through and ignore it, but a series of growls that sounded through the complex shook me to the core.

Every omegaen cell inside of me screamed in submission, tingles shooting up my back. That precise moment, when I have the most goosebumps and hairs standing on end, is when Jungkook sprints into the room. He stands in the doorframe for a few seconds before rushing to the bed, running a hand through my hair.

"It's okay, Y/N. A misunderstanding. They weren't growling at you."

"Growling at Kook?" I whimper back.

"No no no, Omega. Alpha is okay. The other pack members just made a little mistake. We're okay, everyone is okay. Go back to sleep, we haven't started on breakfast yet." I sit myself up quickly, batting Kook's hand away.

"Gotta make breakfast with Seokjinnie." I push, batting his hands away as I pull myself out of bed. His hand wraps around my bicep, spinning me around and yanking me into his lap!

"Omega," I stop wriggling, "You're barely dressed and your hair's a mess. Let's get you a little more ready, brush our teeth, kiss and then we can start on breakfast."

"Not you."

"Huh?"

"You can only cook ready-made meals, Alpha. And toast."

"Never heard you complain before." He kisses my cheek, rubbing my hips. He's so cheeky! I run my hands up and down his torso, picking off the random lint and hairs stuck to the sweater, tossing them onto the floor. My right stays on one of his pectorals, the left wrapped around his neck. My fingers drum against the back of his neck, staring into his eyes, only just catching the fact that our faces are inching together.

"Alpha! Not with your stinky morning breath!"

—//—

[3RD PERSON POV]

The bottom of the sink in the bathroom closest to the kitchen is caked in a toothpaste-spit mixture. On the left side is the typical white, red and blue stripes; the right a vibrant green.

Namjoon stands, black toothbrush in hand, staring at the sink. Like he has been doing for the past five minutes. Because it's disgusting. He recognised the vibrant green as his fellow pack-mate Jimin's go-to, mentally filing away that information for later. He turns on the tap, but the tsunami of water barely budges against the concrete now forming in the once gorgeous sink. He sighs loudly, turning it slightly for a more powerful stream; yet it still does nothing.

Giving up, he just brushes his teeth, like any other morning. He turns the tap on every so often to wet his toothbrush, and it makes a little bit of difference in the concoction clinging to the porcelain. Finally, he leaves, hazarding a glance in the truly disgusting sink. He's on a mission.

As Namjoon storms back into his shared bedroom, Seokjin steps out of his. He slides his way on the wooden floors to the kitchen. The minty freshness bites the inside of his mouth, hot air gliding past him while the cold floorboards sting his feet even through the thick socks he adorns.

He finally ends up in the kitchen, yanking open the fridge with a weird flourish. Hand on hip, his eyes scan through the produce, thoughts scrambling to come up with a meal that'll feed everybody and is technically a breakfast food. The harsh light of the fridge makes everything look unappealing, disgusting even. Inspiration is trickling in one ear, and straight out of the other. Seokjin sighs heavily, settling down on a chair in the dining room while he brainstorms. He needs to come up with something, and quickly.

—//—

The table is still silent, full of shy and flustered tension.

There's four of us at the table, yet no conversation is made. Well, except for Taehyung and Jimin, who can't keep their eyes off each-other. The vibe around them is electric, their eyes soft and contradicting the tenseness of their bodies. Yoongi and I simply watch as it unfolds. I hazard a glance to him out of the corner of my eye, confused when I see no tenseness or jealousy from him. Maybe he's warming up to the pack idea?

—//—

Seokjin's finally decided on making an easy breakfast, just some omelettes and pancakes. He's just beginning to measure out the ingredients for pancake mix when loud growls ring through the complex, making him drop the entire bag of flour in fright. His body begins to shake when two more growls are heard, panic coursing through every part of his body. His hands shake, eyes filling with tears, knees buckling beneath him. He hits the floor, barely noticing the pain shooting up his legs and the loud whimper he lets out.

He doesn't hear the footsteps slapping against the floor until they reach his crumpled form in the kitchen. One pair continues on to the bedrooms, the other staying put. Seokjin stays trembling on the floor, angsty hormones threatening to fill the entire apartment. The alpha drops to his knees beside him, slowly running a hand up his arm in what seems to be an attempt at soothing him. It seems to work a little, Seokjin's visible trembling beginning to fade but his upset scent is still stinking up the kitchen.

"It's okay. Everything's okay. Just breathe."

—//—

Yoongi's eyes drift between the two omegas at the table as he stabs at the food on his plate, unknowingly getting none on his utensil but still bringing it into his mouth. His brow furrows when he bites down on air, spluttering a little in embarrassment. He locks eyes with Y/N, who cocks a brow at his weird behaviour. He sends a shy smile her way before quickly diving into his food, shovelling rice into his mouth like it was his last meal.

Y/N sniggers.

Alphas.

What can you do?

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The Pack Initiative - Ten

Only a month has passed in the programme, but it feels a little longer. All the awkward silences over meals and queuing for the bathroom really makes time go slower; especially now the lessons are fewer and farther between. We're actually having to get to know one another in our spare time, rather than hide out in our respective rooms.

The incident that day kind of furthered the relationship between some of the others'; it was Taehyung and Namjoon's growls that shook everyone that day, something about a misunderstanding with Jimin.

Speaking of, Jimin had been in a weird mood all morning. Ignoring me and Seokjin, brushing off his packmate's hands and locking himself in their room all day. Yoongi had looked downright offended when he had brushed him off earlier, staring after Jimin like a lost puppy as he blatantly ignored him. I just continued chowing into my pancakes, keeping my mouth busy so I couldn't say anything.

When Hoseok had opened his mouth, probably to ask what was going on, Seokjin literally flew across the table to shove egg into his mouth, glare as fierce as a tiger to its prey.

Everyone shared glances after that, before a loud sniff from Seokjin made everyone go back to staring at their plates and stuffing their faces.

Jungkook didn't seem to catch the hint however; his eyes fixed on the eldest omega with a deep furrow to his brow. I gently knock his ribs with my elbow, eyes trying to express my desire for him to desperately leave the topic alone, but behind his eyes looks empty. Like he has no idea of what's going on and how he definitely shouldn't pry.

"What's going on?" I swear these alphas are getting dumber and dumber everyday...

—//—

"HIS HEAT?!" Seokjin and I splutter out at the same time, jaws practically hitting the floor. There's no way, especially with the way we're being slipped suppressants in everything we eat and drink!

"It's the only explanation. The medic says it's more like a pseudo-heat, and plenty of omegas are having them. They're thinking of shortening the programme two weeks because of it." Namjoon continues on, babbling about symptoms and the differences, like Seokjin and I are not omegas ourselves and don't understand the weight of the situation. 

"What are they planning to do?" I ask, racking around my head for possible answers. 

Most of the time, doctors say to hide them away with their nest surrounded by their pack in the hospital, connected up to fluids and where a doctor can step in at any moment after the warning signs. Pseudo-heats were incredibly dangerous to omegas: only really happening as a side-effect of medication or an omega depression. They put you through every ache, pain and mood change that heats would throw your way, without the biological need for sex, mating and babies. Without careful supervision from a trained doctor or healer, pseudo-heats are dangerous and can sometimes be fatal. My heart aches at the thought of any number of omegas going through that, all because of some stupid forced medication on a stupid mandated programme.

"One of the medics will visit once every three hours, but they said it's up to the omegas to care for him until then. We'll all be in the room, obviously, but you and Seokjin are basically gonna be the doctors here." Seokjin and I share a tense look, both of us trying to search for answers in the others' eyes. I had next to no medical knowledge, and judging by the way he was looking at me; he didn't either. How are we gonna do this?

--//--

Jimin moves the blankets around a little, before settling in the middle against his pillow. I follow suite, gently settling down on his right, making sure not to disturb the nest in any shape or form. He groans a little as the pillow shifts a little, but welcomes my hand as it settles on his head and starts to play with the strands. 

"The medic will be here in ten minutes, he'll set you up with an IV and some pain meds. Are you hungry?" Seokjin breezes in, arms full with more blankets and a bag full of clothes from the alphas of the pack. Jimin grumbles out a non-sensical reply, shoving his face into my bicep. I coo at him a little, continuing to play with his hair. 

"Jajangmyeon?" He raises his head a little to ask, eyes fixed shut after his mouth settles into a pout while Seokjin hums in thought.

"I'll get right on that. You okay in here, Y/N?" I hum out a yes in reply, smiling gently as he leaves. I avert my attention back to Jimin, watching him try to burrow his face further into my arm. I simply watch as he lifts my arm, burrows his face into the side of my chest and finally contorts my arm so I can go back to threading my fingers through his hair. We stay like that, in a comfortable silence, until a knock sounds and a head pops around the opening in the door: it's only Yoongi. I send a firm nod towards him, watching as he enters; an anxious medic trailing after him. 

The medic is a beta, no older than twenty. He looks as if he's about to burst into tears at any moment, side-eyeing Yoongi with every step and desperately avoiding eye contact with me. Yoongi and I help to sit Jimin up, who groans and whines in disagreement, trying to tunnel himself back into my chest. 

"Just let the medic do what he has to do, Jiminie." Yoongi tries to comfort, flashing him a grimace. Jimin whines loudly, kicking his leg out like a petulant child. 

"Jimin, come on. You can go right back to lying down after he's made sure you're not gonna get any sicker. Do you want me to get Seokjin?" He stares for a few seconds, his brain seemingly not working as well as it should. 

"Don't go," He whispers, sending puppy-dog eyes my way before glaring at the medic as soon as he realises he's stood in his nest, "Out. Not pack." 

I send a quick look to Yoongi, who pulls the medic back a few steps before exiting the room completely. The medic stands awkwardly, keeping his eyes fixed on Jimin like he's a feral animal about to attack. I wrap my hand around Jimin's bicep, helping him scoot forwards towards the outer rim of the nest and towards the medic. Seokjin trails in, his nose scrunching up in displeasure once he sees how close the medic is to the nest. I offer my seat to him, besides Jimin, whilst I step to help the beta set up what he needs so he can leave quicker. 

"I'm Sunoo." He introduces, sending me a closed mouth smile, which I return. I open my mouth, about to introduce myself and the other omegas in the room, when a harsh growl rips through the room. 

"Don't care. Fix me up and go. Stop touching my nest."

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The Pack Initiative - Eleven

Jimin hasn't taken his eyes off Jin for the past half hour, grumbling every single time the elder slightly shifted his body. I was luckily able to get the things done that needed to be done; seeing as Jimin's focus was only on Seokjin for the time being.

The elder omega, finally realising that his attempts at leaving were futile, lifted Jimin onto his lap without a second thought. Both were incredibly pleased: Seokjin could now move and shuffle around to his hearts content without disturbing the younger.

I finally stop my staring, walking in with two hefty bowls of soup and a few sandwiches. I felt a little bad about it being a bland and easy meal, but I knew that anything else would be too rich for Jimin's upset stomach and I was trying to avoid a tantrum.

"Hi there, pretty boys. How are we doing in here?" I coo, placing the food on the outskirts of the nest. Jin shuffles towards me, finally stopping and placing Jimin on the floor next to him. The younger isn't happy about that, whimpering and slamming his hands against his thighs.

"You can have all the hugs you want after you eat." Jin says with a tone of finality, turning to his food and beginning to eat. I watch as Jimin's eyes begin to fill with tears, bottom lip beginning to quiver and a whimper escaping. Stupid Seokjin! I scoot myself in-front of Jimin, trying to soothe him with noises and coos like a mother to her newborn. His gaze flits to me, puppy eyes in full swing and his pouted lip wobbling dangerously.

"How about I give you cuddles, hm? C'mon pretty boy, we don't need mean Seokjin, do we?" His head practically breaks with how fast he nods in reply, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to be seated next to him. Within seconds, he has his arms and legs wrapped around me like an octopus whilst his head rests innocently on my shoulder.

"How are you supposed to eat?" Jin butts in, noticing the predicament. Jimin sticks his tongue out childishly in reply before letting me manoeuvre so my arm is free to feed him.

"See? It's all fine." I tease, continuing to feed the boy wrapped around me. Jin jokingly rolls his eyes before taking a long gulp of water, Jimin automatically signalling he wants to do the same. Seokjin gently tilts Jimin's head back with his fingers on his chin before moving the bottle to let the stream fall into his mouth. He pauses after a few seconds, letting the younger swallow, before going again.

"Enjoying yourself, Park?" Namjoon's voice suddenly rings through the room, causing Jin and I to jump away from him. I keep my gaze on the floor, away from the apex's inquisitive glances and away from Jimin's pout.

"Namjoon!" It's impossible whether to tell Jimin's happy to see him, or scolding him for the fact no-one's cuddling him anymore.

"Jungkook is hungry and Taehyung cut his hand, so I'm here to take over while you deal with them." Namjoon fills in, stepping closer but still hanging on the outskirts of the nest.

"Are the two connected?" I joke, rising to a stand and exiting quickly. Seokjin isn't as lucky, Jimin attaching himself firmly to the elder's leg and refusing to move.

"C'mon Jimin-ah, I'll even drag some of the others in here if you want." Namjoon attempts to bribe him. The look on Jimin's face shifts to one of suspicion - "Who?"

"Anybody you want, omega." My knees buckle at the title despite him not talking to me. Jimin's eyes light up at the Apex's words, quickly detaching from Jin and blowing a kiss at us. Namjoon throws himself into the nest as we leave, resuming feeding Jimin. Luckily, Jin had already finished.

We walk out of the room, speeding to the kitchen where everyone else is gathered.

"Jimin wants everyone in the nest, go on." Seokjin shoos them out, leaving Taehyung and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, go on. We'll bring in some snacks." I comfort, watching as he pouts before walking off to join the rest.

"Alpha, let us take a look." Taehyung just sits on the couch, trying not to look at his hand. Jin peels the hand towel aside, revealing a shallow looking, long cut that's still pouring out blood. The colour drains from Jin's, him quickly looking away, so I step forward.

"Hey Taehyung. The medic's gonna come for Jimin's IV in five minutes, so we're just gonna sit and wait. Jin's gonna grab another towel and some water," I glance to the elder omega at my side, shooing him off with my eyes, "How did you manage this, anyway?"

"Jungkook and I were hungry. Tried to cut some cheese." He mutters, clearly embarrassed. He keeps his eyes on his hand, right leg bouncing rapidly, assumingly from nerves. I lay my hand (the one that isn't holding the towel to Taehyung's cut) on the leg, rubbing my thumb in circles in an attempt to soothe him. "Jin's not good with blood."

"His face went as white as a sheet of paper, anyone could guess that," I pause, noticing his face seems a little pale too, "So are you. How long ago did you cut it?"

I watch as his cheeks manage to turn a little pink, ears straining to hear his mutterings. I hum as I tap his thigh, getting him to look at my cocked head.

"About ten minutes." I quickly slap his thigh, opening my mouth to begin scolding him, yet Jin's arrival beats me to it.

"Ten minutes?! You've been actively bleeding for ten minutes and didn't bother to seek medical attention? It's a miracle you're not dead, Alpha! Why are you so dumb?" Jin continues on demeaning him, constantly asking why he's so stupid. I take the towel from his hand, switching out the old, blood-soaked one with this one in a quick exchange. Taehyung seems to have tuned out of Jin's fast-speaking insults too, watching his hand with as much interest in those dulling eyes of his.

The door to the apartment opens and Jin rapidly speeds off to drag the medic here first, knowing full well Jimin could wait a few minutes; especially since he was able to keep down food and drink at the moment.

The medic is quickly ushered in, taking my spot in pressing the towel to his hand. Sunoo lifts it, cocking his eyebrow.

"It should stop bleeding on its own."

"It's been bleeding for near on ten minutes." Jin spits. Sunoo quickly grabs the radio in the side pocket of his med pack, muttering some stuff intelligibly.

"We have a code nine. I'll be bringing him to med-bay, send another medic for the IV infusion." Taehyung still keeps his gaze on his hands, sighing softly. "Sorry about that. I'll have to escort you to the med bay, you'll need some blood and clotting factors."

Jin seems more bothered than Taehyung is, exhaling angrily and wincing when he sees the cut again.

"I'll grab one of the alphas to help, he's not going to be able to walk down on his own." I mutter, leaving the two pack members.

I notice that the nest room door is cracked slightly ajar. Slowly pushing it open, I see five guilt-ridden faces looking my way.

"Since you've been listening in, which of you is gonna help bring him to the medbay?" Jungkook and Namjoon both stand, sliding past me and making their way into the corridor and, I assume, the kitchen.

Facing those left, I manage a smile their way - "It's all gonna be fine. Another medic is gonna come and tend to you, Jiminie. Everything is going to be fine."

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One Soul, Two Bodies

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You and your best friends are out on a trip around the country, when you suddenly break down. It’s nearing night-time, and there’s an empty cabin nearby, which you take cover in.

When you wake up, there’s seven strange men grilling you for your Goldilocks-like activities, yet also claiming to be werewolves, and that you’re one of their mates.

It’s… wild.

- OT7 friendship, but the reader will only end up with one member! -

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One Soul, Two Bodies - Beginning

Summary: You and your best friends are out on a trip around the country, when you suddenly break down. It’s nearing night-time, and there’s an empty cabin nearby, which you take cover in.

When you wake up, there’s seven strange men grilling you for your Goldilocks-like activities, yet also claiming to be werewolves, and that you’re one of their mates. It’s… wild.

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"I can't believe you didn't check we had enough fuel!"

"And I can't believe you didn't think to mention that we didn't put any of the canisters in the trunk!"

"Shut up!" I shout, slamming my hand against the bonnet. They spin to look at me, silencing falling over our little group. The sun gets lower in the sky the longer we stand there arguing and racking our brains.

"Wait! We drove past that house a couple of miles back right? We'll camp out in there!" Ria screeches, doing a little jump in the air and running towards the car. We stare after her, heads cocking in sync.

"Someone probably lives there, Ria." Lena states, speed-walking towards her and stopping her over-exaggerated yanks at the door handles.

"I'm sure they'll let us stay. Who in their right mind would turn down three cute girls stumbling on their doorstep?"

"Literally anyone that's seen the beginning of a horror movie. It's either us that are the killers or we bring the killers with us."

"Well, I'm not the killer." Lena yanks open the trunk, side-eyeing Ria.

"What? It's not me!" They both slightly turn their bodies towards me, flashing a stinky side-eye.

"You two will be my first victims if we don't get a move on. It's gonna be sunset soon." We grab our jackets, beginning our trek back to the elusive house that was probably at least five miles away. Great.

The sun has long since set by the time we get to the house, the moon high in the sky. A few stars have even started to appear, the clouds disappearing the moment the moon started to rise.

The house is actually a rather large cabin, mostly hidden by trees but exposed by a large flat area of grass. It looks worn in, but has no tire marks or foot tracks.

There seems to be no signs of life inside the cabin, all the lights are off and the windows shut, curtains even drawn in some places.

We walk closer, stepping into the clearing to see if anyone was hiding amongst the trees. There isn't anyone we can see, so we start moving closer to the cabin itself.

We walk up the creaky wooden steps, stepping onto the patio and simply staring at the large door in-front of us. None of us move, we just stare.

"Should one of us knock?" Lena stage-whispers, rocking on the balls of her feet. I glance at her, noticing her stare at the both of us, obviously wishing it wasn't going to be her. I move my stare to Ria beside me; she seems unhappy at this new development. Nevertheless, she moves her arm upwards, creating what seemed to be an incredibly loud knock against the door. It's still echoing in the night air, and my ears.

Surprise surprise: nobody answers. Not even a creak of a floorboard or the click of a lock can be heard from inside the house.

Ria lifts her hand up again. She doesn't knock. Instead, it diverts to the handle, quickly pulling it down and open to reveal it was unlocked.

Who leaves their door unlocked in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night?!

"Let's go. They're obviously serial killers trying to lure us in." Ria mutters, moving back a few inches, closer to the patio steps than us.

"But at least we could get warm and fed before they kill us. Get your priorities in check, Ria." Lena hisses, twisting around to grab her and drag her back to us. I giggle at the exchange, shaking my head at the stupid situation we've found ourselves in.

Of course we'd forget to pack the fuel canisters. Of course we'd have to make a detour for something to eat despite us eating beforehand. Of course Ria has a bladder like a grape. And of course we'd be stranded in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere with no other choice than to go into a random house in the middle of the woods like some low-budget thriller movie. Why wouldn't this happen?!

Ria and Lena bicker, shoving at each-other to not be the first ones to go into the house. Angrily, I shove past the both of them, high-tailing into the house.

"Hello?" I call into the empty space, no sounds rewarding me with a reply. I sigh, spinning around to indicate for the other two to follow, which they do, uncertainly. Now, time to find the kitchen.

The next half an hour was spent trailing around the house, looking for familiar rooms and any signs of life. The cabin is fairly lived-in, not a speck of dust or out-of-date food in the fridge or freezer.

After having two cups of noodles each, along with some bread, we decide to settle down to sleep in the lounge/living room. That way, we'll be alert and ready to run if the residents of the house do decide to appear or if a demon suddenly appears through the floorboards. Either could happen.

Sleepily, we decide to take it in shifts. I'll go first, from 8pm until midnight, Ria'll take over until 4am, where Lena will stay awake until 8am. After that, Ria and I will get started on breakfast and finding a way to get our car filled with fuel while Lena has a quick nap.

It's not like the owners will be back that early in the morning anyway. Unless they happen to be serial killers who've been camping out in the woods and watching us this entire time, waiting for the right moment to strike and kill us in some gory yet still PG way.

We can only hope. And eat their food. Hopefully without consequences.

I glance around the lounge, taking notes that the only sounds are whistles coming from Ria's nose and the wind outside. If I focus really hard, I can almost hear howls in the distance. It's probably a mountain lion or cougar. At least, I hope that it's just a mountain lion or cougar.

I don't want to be a big cat's lunch.

I steal a glance at my watch, noting that it's not even halfway into my supposed 'shift.' I'm bored. There's simply no other way to put it. I rise to a stand, deciding to watch out of the window for a while.

There's a full moon high in the sky, not even a cloud to be seen. The stars and constellations are clear, making it seem like the perfect night to just lay under the stars and get lost in your thoughts.

The trees dance a little with the wind, grass moving more viciously.

Lena loudly rolls over, blankets shuffling and sofa creaking. It shatters the silence like glass, my breath hitching as it does so. It's almost like the slightest noise could shatter the safety we're relying upon and bring all the demons and axe-wielding maniacs out of the shadows. The house goes silent once more as I side-eye Lena, deciding that if anyone suddenly appears holding a weapon, she'll be the one to blame and subsequently the one I'll use as a human shield.

Everything goes silent once again; uncomfortably silent. The grass has even stopped dancing outside. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, goosebumps lining my arms.

Something isn't right.

Lena rolls over again.

The grass begins to move again.

Midnight finally rolls around, a spring in my step as I hold back a yawn and shake Ria awake. She grumbles and slaps away my hands, but a firm kick to her leg makes her shoot up. Her glare is deadly, like sharp daggers against my smooth skin. I send my best non-shit-eating smile her way, tucking into my makeshift bed on the floor as she fixes her glare on me. I roll over, my back towards her, and finally shut my heavy eyes.

Sleep.

I'm awake but I don't open my eyes yet. I don't even move.

Somehow, this floor is comfy.

And soft.

I shuffle my hips a little.

And bouncy.

I can't even find it in myself to care, just squeezing my eyes shut and hoping for the best.

I mean, it's not like the serial murderers are gonna treat me to a nap on a nice mattress before they start cutting off my limbs and ripping out my teeth, right?

Right?

"Why isn't she awake yet? Do you think she's dead?" I hear a male voice behind me, my breath hitching in my throat. I try my hardest not to move a muscle whilst also trying to be relaxed as I can, desperate not to draw any attention to myself.

"She's obviously not dead, dumbass. You can hear her heartbeat." Another voice argues. I furrow my eyebrow, before quickly rectifying it and setting my face back to normal.

"She's also awake, dumbasses. Come on, sugar, we know you're alive." A third speaks, before I feel a hand quickly grab at my leg over the quilt. I shoot up, jumping out of the comfortable bed, slapping the hand away as I take in the men staring down at me.

Not just three.

Not four.

Not even SIX.

SEVEN MEN.

The room spins, and I suddenly get closer to the floor.

Ouch.

The men sat Lena, Ria and I in a row on the couch, standing around us in a semi-circle and glaring heavily.

Ria's entire body is shaking in fear, making the seat cushions vibrate along with her. Lena is the complete opposite, being frozen in fear; you can barely see her breathe or blink.

I try and keep my eyes on as many of the men as I can, making sure they can't sneak up on us and try to hurt us.

They're all huge, and there's next to no chance we could get away unscathed if they suddenly decide to snap and attack. They're all at least six or seven feet tall, with muscles and body masses to match. They look like the pictures on the front of those cheap erotic novels about sexy pirates or something like that, definitely unrealistic with their good looks and sleek dark hair.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our home?" The one closest to Lena asks, teeth gritting and socked foot tapping against the floor.

Lena and I share a look behind Ria's head, staying silent. Ria continues to shiver and shake, eyes fixed forward on the floor.

"Come on. We're not gonna kill you." The one beside him comments, rolling his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, they seem to realise we're not going to break so easily and just begin answering their questions.

The largest one of them takes a small step forward, our eyes flying to watch him carefully. I twist my fingers together, beginning to breathe through my nose in an attempt to stay calm.

He makes another step, then another before dropping to a squat and finally sitting down on the floor not even a foot away from where our legs are. He holds up his hands, managing to lock eyes with Lena and I before attempting to do the same with Ria.

She doesn't let him, simply moving her gaze to her lap. He doesn't push her, instead choosing to look between Lena and I. The rest of the men sit down where they are, focusing on the one currently closest to us.

"Hello, my name's Namjoon and I'm the Alpha of this pack in the home you're currently sat in. Please state your name and purpose, and maybe we can get started on brunch; I'm famished." We stare at him openly, faces set in confusion. I chance a glance at the other men, quickly noticing that they look more exhausted than angry at this point.

"Your names first." Ria croaks out, a heavy glare aimed at the one calling himself Alpha.

He doesn't disagree: only nods and uses his head to motion the men to begin.

The one closest to Lena begins again, huffing a little.

"Yoongi."

The next.

"Jungkook."

"Jimin."

"Hoseok."

"Taehyung."

"Seokjin."

I don't even bother trying to memorise them, knowing that's way too many names to try to remember right away. I can tell the other girls are the same, just glancing between each man and thinking of something to call him. The inside of my head is a mess.

"I'm Ria."

"Lena."

"Y/N."

"Lovely to meet you all. What were you doing here: Ria, Lena and Y/N?"

Lena and Ria stay silent for a few seconds at first, all of us sharing glances. I step up to answer.

"Our car broke down last night, we needed somewhere to stay. Your door was unlocked and we thought you'd never know."

"Unlocked?" He slightly turns his head to glare down at Jimin, who's cheeks have turned a light-pink colour.

"Yeah. We thought we'd be long gone before you got back, but obviously not."

"Well, at least these three Goldilocks weren't planning to stay." I roll my eyes at Jimin's sly jab, fed up already.

"We'll be getting out of your hair now. I'm sure we can call a tow truck or something now that the sun's up." Lena jumps in, patting Ria's leg in an attempt to try and get us moving and standing.

“Wait! How about we come to an agreement?"

…

"A month, that's all you want?" Lena.

"Is this some kind of serial killer thing? Spend a month with us before killing us and keeping our corpses?" Me.

"Why could you possibly need us for one month?" Ria.

The men don't reply at first, mouths simply opening and closing as they share glances. We continue to stare at them, trying to be as unnerving as possible with what little scariness we have.

"Should we tell them?" Seokjin stage-whispers to Namjoon, raising his eyebrows and smacking his lips together loudly after. The boys return to looking at each other heavily, seemingly communicating through telepathy. I raise an eyebrow, looking at Ria out of the corner of my eye to see she's doing the same. Lena's downright bored, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest.

The men don't intimidate us half as much as they did when they first arrived, in fact; it's like they're the ones bothering us in our home rather than the other way around.

"Well..."

And so, the explanation of werewolves began. It's truly a lot.

Namjoon thankfully hadn't started from the very beginning but he was still heavily packing information in.

Most of it completely went over our heads! Some bits of information we already knew from current media and the movies out there, whilst some tidbits were completely unfamiliar but we listened heavily to.

The reason they wanted to keep us? Mates.

A werewolf's true mate, no matter the species (turns out vampires are a thing too....did I fall asleep and wake up in some sort of Twilight universe?) will always carry a mark to match with the werewolf.

He had told the story of a leader of a pack not too far from here, who had found her mate from a matching birthmark on the sole of their left feet, fittingly in the shape of a paw print. We had all glared at him heavier after that, wishing he would just come out with whatever he needed to say.

He continued on, saying how once a wolf and their true mate met, they would have until the next full moon to make their decision: stay or go. One month to decide the rest of your lives, even shorter than that if you arrived late in the next cycle. We had one month to bond with our 'soulmates' and then decide if we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with them.

He went silent for a little while after that; opening his mouth only to close it again after a few seconds. Even the other men had stopped with their tasks, the kitchen going from having loud sounds of scraping cutlery and shuffling of chairs to complete silence in seconds.

If we chose to stay, we would spend the rest of our lives with them and the pack: having their kids (if we chose to), staying faithful and living out your lives until you die.

If we chose to go, nothing would happen. Nothing would be affected until both parties reached fifty(which is seen as the middle of a typical werewolf's life) and both parties would begin to decline physically; yet their bodies would push them to be reunited. The two then die together, surrounded by their separate families as they begin their life in the afterlife together.

We were all a little upset at that, yet slightly comforted. We'd die peacefully and in love, no matter who we chose.

Lena had been the first one to break the silence, asking who's mate was who's. Namjoon opened his mouth to answer after a glance at the boys, but was stopped by a loud high-pitched screech sounding from Jungkook. We all stared at him with confusion painted on our faces, waiting for an explanation for the sudden shrieking yet none ever came.

"We've only matched one of you definitively, the other two are more theoretical." Namjoon continues after a minute of silence from Jungkook, running his eyes over the three of us. "Do you want us to do this privately or..?"

"Well? Which one of us is definitive?!" I ask, folding my arms over my chest. He's hesitating and shuffling around in his seat a lot, avoiding eye contact with all of us by keeping his gaze on the floor.

"You, Y/N. You have a matching scar and birthmark."