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Yoongi had a shitty day. No, scratch that. The whole week sucked.

Not only did someone eat his last tangerine, he just found out that one of his charity’s biggest patrons was pulling out of the partnership. He was stressed, annoyed, and definitely needed to let out some steam.

“Welcome, sir. How can I help you?” a prepubescent beta asked from behind the counter upon his arrival. Yoongi didn't recognize the employee and he could feel his mood souring even more.

“I’m a regular here, room 13, Min Yoongi”, he stretched out his hand, waiting for the keys.

The teen looked a bit unsure, opening and closing a few drawers before turning to Yoongi with wide eyes.

“Something wrong?” Yoongi asked, trying to keep his irritation at bay (and failing).

“You see, sir… Nobody told me we had a regular coming in today and… All of the rooms are already taken.”

The beta whimpered upon smelling the anger seeping out of Yoongi’s pores.

“And how are you going to fix this?” Yoongi’s voice took over an icy tone, eyes glued to the shivering boy in front of him.

“S-sir, I c-can’t kick people out, I-”

“I come here every Friday at the same time. I pay your boss a pretty penny to make sure room 13 is always available when I get here. So I am going to ask you one last time, how are you going to solve this?”

Yoongi hated how terrified the beta looked. He took no pleasure in terrorizing the kid or threatening his job, but he couldn’t help it. He spent the whole week anticipating Friday nights, when he could finally get rid of all the pent up anger he had harbored all week. When everything seemed to be going wrong, Yoongi grasped onto the one thing that was certain. Inside the karaoke booth, screaming into the microphone, none of his worries mattered. He could vent without any judgment.

He had let Jimin tag along once, but it didn’t really work out, the other too focused on hitting the right notes and getting a high score on the machine. Yoongi couldn’t care less about that. He just longed for the feeling of a safe space to let out his frustrations without offending or harming anyone.

“Is everything okay here?” a pretty head popped up from behind the curtains that separated the front desk area from the corridor that led to the booths, probably attracted by the strong scent of a very unhappy alpha.

Those sharp eyes shifted between the two men, seemingly waiting for an answer.

“Just a misunderstanding,” the teenage boy responded with a tight smile.

Yoongi could feel the judgment in your stare and it was almost enough to make him feel embarrassed.

“We’re overbooked,” the beta added, satisfying your curiosity.

“Oh, if that’s all, you can keep my room. I was about to leave anyway,” you disappeared behind the curtain, soon resurfacing with your bag under your arm. You dropped the key on the counter in front of Yoongi.

Room 13.

“Good night, gentlemen,” you said before exiting the building.

Yoongi took the keys and silently walked to the booth, noticing how the boy let out a big sigh of relief. Even though he had gotten what he wanted, he didn’t feel victorious in the slightest. He actually felt like the biggest loser to ever exist.

His anger dissipated, giving way to a heavy feeling of shame upon letting his ugly side take over like that.

Instead of his usual one hour session, he only abused the mic for fifteen minutes, before deciding to leave. He dropped a big tip on the counter and the beta looked at him with confusion, but didn’t dare say anything.

Your paths crossed again the following week. This time, Yoongi was greeted by the regular clerk he was used to, who showed him his best customer service smile and promptly offered him the keys to booth 13. Just as Yoongi took them, you walked in.

Recognition showed up on your face as soon as your eyes met and Yoongi felt an uncomfortable pang in his chest.

The clerk quickly supplied you with your own set of keys and you followed behind Yoongi along the narrow corridor.

Succumbing to some primal urge, Yoongi turned around to face you, a movement so sudden it made you flinch and take a step back.

“I’m sorry. About last week.” For some reason unknown to him, Yoongi couldn’t bear the idea of you thinking of him as a bully who went around terrifying other wolves.

You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“I know. I left the boy a big tip before leaving that day,” Yoongli replied and immediately regretted it. He probably sounded like a conceited asshole who thought everything could be solved with money.

“I’m sure he appreciated it,” your gaze softened a bit and for that Yoongi was thankful.

Unsure of what to say after that, you each entered your own rooms, a strange weight lifted off Yoongi’s chest. He didn’t understand why he cared so much about what you thought of him. He chalked it up to the idea of his alpha feeling bad upon upsetting a pretty omega such as yourself. Yeah, that was probably it.

It was after the fifth song that a soft knock sounded against his door. Yoongi opened it to find you with a plate of wings on one hand and a bottle of soju on the other.

“I ordered too much, so I thought we could share,” you explained and the alpha stepped aside, granting you passage. “Suit yourself,” you told him before taking a big bite.

Yoongi felt very confused, but sat down next to you anyway, pouring two shots of the alcohol.

“I really don’t condone harassing the staff,” you expressed in between bites, and Yoongi downed his shot, refilling it immediately after. “However, I do understand having a bad day. I also come here to vent.”

“Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt,” Yoongi refilled your shot glass for you.

“Just don’t make it a habit, okay?” you gave him a pretty smile and he nodded. “So, what was it? Work? Family?”

“Mostly work,” Yoongi replied, finally feeling comfortable enough to pick up a wing. “You?”

“Work,” you downed a shot. “But also my overbearing parents.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. He had had his fair share of family conflict. No one bothered him much nowadays, though. Not worth risking their monthly paycheck.

“What do you like to sing?” you broke him out of his thoughts, switching the topic.

“Rap.”

“Me too!” you lit up. “Rap is the best when you really feel like decking someone. But I do like to switch it up sometimes.”

Yoongi chuckled. He couldn’t picture you assaulting someone. You looked too delicate for that.

“Mind if I…” you pointed to the karaoke machine and Yoongi shook his head, giving you permission.

After browsing through the songs, you settled on an 80’s pop rock hit. Yoongi made himself comfortable on the couch, watching intently as you picked up the mic and started on the first notes.

Oh.

Wow.

Yoongi watched horrified as you screeched your way through the tune, making the four minute song seem a lot longer. At some point, your voice cracked on a high note and Yoongi wasn’t able to hold back an involuntary chuckle.

His hands flew to his mouth in reflex, afraid of having offended you, but his worries were eased when you looked back at him with a smile.

“Forty three. Not bad. Better than last time,” you concluded, sitting back down.

“Not much of a singer, huh?” Yoongi couldn’t help but tease.

“It’s okay, not everyone can recognise real talent,” you responded with a conspiratory smirk, which the alpha mirrored. “Your turn,” you passed him the mic.

Yoongi took it hesitantly, but stood up nonetheless. He picked a song  that felt comfortable to him and ran through it with ease.

“Not fair, I made a fool of myself,” you whined, looking at the 93 displayed on the screen as if it was a personal offense.

“Yeah, your singing did sound a bit like cats fighting.”

Yoongi almost didn’t manage to evade the cushion that went flying in his direction.

“A cute cat though,” he tried to soften the blow.

Once the bottle of soju was gone, you both decided it was time to call it a night.

“You never told me your name,” Yoongi said as you stood on the sidewalk after exiting the building.

“Isn’t it more fun like this? Tell you what,” you hugged the coat tightly against your frame, “we should be each other’s karaoke buddy. Oh! Let’s give ourselves code names,” you bounced on your heels excitedly.

It wasn’t a bad idea. And you looked so cute that Yoongi probably would have agreed to anything you proposed.

“I know! I’m gonna call you ‘Suga’.”

Yoongi frowned.

“You’re a lot sweeter than you seemed at first glance. And plus you could really use a tan,” you explained, earning a scoff from Yoongi.

“If that’s how we’re doing it, then… ‘Kitty’. You know, since you sound like a dying one when you sing.”

Yoongi burst out laughing at your mock hurt expression and you soon joined him.

“See you next week, Suga,” you waved cutely back at him before parting ways.

“Bye, Kitty,” the man waved back, watching as you walked away.

It didn’t go unnoticed by his pack mates how Yoongi always seemed to be in a much better mood whenever Friday came around.

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“No. Way,” Hoseok thought to himself as he took in the sight in front of him.

He had just parked his car outside of his favorite restaurant. He was supposed to meet his members fifteen minutes ago and had run like crazy on his way here.

But as soon as his eyes landed on that beauty, nothing mattered anymore.

The BT21.

It wasn’t the fastest or the best looking vehicle out there. But it was a classic and Hoseok’s dream car for as long as he could remember. There were currently only three remaining in the entire world and he was lucky enough to come across one, something he never actually thought would happen.

He marveled at the pristine condition it found itself in. Whoever the owner was, they clearly cared for it. This observation made him happy, but that also probably meant they would never be willing to sell it, no matter how much money he offered.

The sweet scent flooded his senses before he even saw you, the strong smell of honey enticing enough to make him take his eyes off the vehicle. However, there was a weird undertone to it that indicated stress and the alpha didn't appreciate it. Who had upset such a nice smelling omega?

He turned around to find the owner of the scent already looking at him with an amused smile.

“Yours?” Hoseok pointed to the car and you nodded. “You did an amazing job, it looks as good as new.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at him and his heart skipped a beat.

“Hey! Wait up!” a guy called out, exiting the restaurant in a hurry and heading towards the both of you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok how your eyes widened upon seeing the other male.

“Wanna take it for a ride?” you asked, tossing him the keys and rushing to the passenger side.

The whole thing felt incredibly surreal, but Hoseok wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he passed up on an opportunity like this.

The guy kept approaching as you both entered the car. Hoseok caressed the wheel, still not believing his luck.

“Do you mind? I’ll give you plenty of time to do that later, but we really need to leave. Like, right now,” you kept glancing back at the strange man nervously.

The worry in your voice pulled the alpha out of his trance-like state. He turned on the engine and guided the vehicle out of the parking lot, much to the other man’s desperation.

He tried to chase after the car, belting out what Hoseok could only assume was your name. The alpha stepped on the gas, the roar of the engine making his blood pump faster.

“I’m sorry about that,” you said once the man had disappeared from view. Hoseok noticed how all traces of anxiety left your scent, and he inhaled your sweet smell deeply, his alpha satisfied by successfully protecting you.

“Are you kidding? This is the best day of my life!”

You giggled at Hoseok’s enthusiasm.

“I’m glad someone’s having a good night.”

“Bad date?” Hoseok asked, wondering how bad it must have been to make an omega willing to jump into a car with an unknown alpha.

“The worst,” you didn’t elaborate and Hoseok didn’t press. “How does it feel?”, you asked after a long moment of silence and it took him a couple seconds to understand what you meant.

“Like a dream come true,” he beamed and you smiled back, endeared by his heart shaped smile.

“Where should I drop you off?” Hoseok asked after 20 minutes of driving around aimlessly.

“We can just go back to the restaurant, I’m sure he’s already gone by now.”

“I’d feel better knowing you got home safely, I can take a cab back to the restaurant.” Although he didn’t know what had transpired between you and the other man, his alpha didn’t like the idea of allowing you to step back into a possibly unsafe situation.

You looked taken aback by his offer, but gave him directions nonetheless. Upon arriving, Hoseok realized you hadn’t given him your home address, but that of a commercial building. ‘Beautiful and smart’, he thought to himself after remembering that he was also a stranger to you and it wouldn’t be wise to let just anyone know where you lived.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this mess. Let me pay for your cab,” you offered.

“There’s no need for that. Thanks to you I got to drive my dream car. I should be the one buying you a drink, actually,” he joked.

“Maybe next time.”

There was a weird electricity in the air between the two of you, but Hoseok dismissed it, thinking it was probably just the adrenaline rushing through his veins from such an unexpected encounter.

You waited with him until his taxi arrived, and waved him goodbye before getting into the car and entering the building’s garage.

By the time Hoseok got back to the restaurant, he had been an hour late. The guys had already started eating and Jimin actually jumped to his feet when his friend finally entered the private room.

“What took you so long?! We were worried!” Jimin exclaimed at him.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Yoongi added with a slight pout.

Hoseok got an earful from his pack leader that night, but he couldn’t care less. It had definitely been worth it.

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Bored.

So bored.

You sipped on your drink, eyes lazily scanning the room and the people around. You hated coming to these types of events, but it was tradition and someone from your position was expected to fulfill some duties.

There wasn’t much for you to complain about in your life. Some people might even go as far as to say there wasn’t anything at all. And they might be right. But this was your life and, just like anyone else, there were things you hated about it.

And one of the things you hated the most were these balls. Matchmaking balls, to be more specific. Events that were conducted once a year, when packs would present their omegas and betas to society and the alphas would pick the ones worthy of joining their own packs.

Your family was a very prominent one. Your great great grandparents had made a name for themselves in the jewelry business, a tradition that had been kept by the following generations.

Your father, the oldest alpha amongst his own siblings, was the current chairman and very good at his position. He managed the company with an iron fist, but was also a fair leader,  loved by most of his employees and respected by all.

Him and your mother had gotten married after meeting at an event much like the one you currently found yourself in. You and your siblings had heard the story countless times, of how they felt the pull as soon as their gazes met from across the room. True mates.

You were the youngest of four, having two brothers and one sister. Although  two of your older siblings were already married, you weren’t in any rush to settle down. A decision that didn’t sit well with your omega mother.

Your oldest brother Baekhyun was an alpha, like your father. Kwan and Meyra, who happened to be twins, were both betas. You were the only omega and your mother had been ecstatic when you finally presented. She had dreamed of this moment her entire life. One could describe her as your typical motherly figure. Her family was her life and she made it her mission to make sure her kids and her husband were healthy and well taken care of.

But that didn’t mean she had a submissive personality, quite the contrary actually. Although your father was the fearless commander at work, at home he was a cuddly bear, taking on the proud role of a supportive husband and father. He let your mom make most of the decisions that involved the house or the family, especially  big ones.

Throughout the years, omegas had become increasingly rare. Therefore, giving birth to an omega child was a great honor and guaranteed many expensive courting gifts in the future.

“Another one, miss?” the waiter offered, seeing your empty flute of champagne. You nodded and thanked the man as he poured you another drink.

“I don’t know how you can drink so much. I had one and I’m already buzzing,” your sister Meyra said from her seat next to yours. She was only a year older, but unlike you, was a hopeless romantic and dreamed of starting a family of her own.

You looked at her face and couldn’t help a fond smile. She had taken all day getting ready, making sure her makeup was impeccable and not a hair was out of place. She had a gleam in her eyes as she looked at the other guests, wondering who amongst them would be her fated one.

“You seem more excited than usual,” you told her in between sips. 

“I know this is the one. I can feel it in my bones! My mate is here. I need to find him,” Meyra replied, excitement clear in her voice.

“I’m sure you will, dear,” your mother assured her from across the table, rubbing a soothing thumb over Meyra’s hand.

This wasn’t an average event. It was restricted to the twenty most prestigious clans and their respective packs, meaning it was invitation only. If you were lucky enough to attend, that meant you either had been born in the right family or had made some very good connections along the way.

“Who knows, maybe grumpy over there can finally meet the unfortunate soul that will put up with her for the rest of their lives,” your brother Kwan teased you with a smirk and you rolled your eyes in reply.

Kwan met his wife during college and they had been married for a few years, although yet to have kids, much to your mother’s dismay.

You, Kieran and your oldest brother all worked for your family’s business, each responsible for a different branch of the company. Your father had made it clear from day one that none of his kids would be forced to follow in his footsteps, but he had to admit that he was filled with relief once the three of you started showing interest in it.

Baekhyun, ten years older than you, was a calm, rational man, the one most likely to eventually occupy your father’s position. Having graduated with honors from business school, he lived and breathed work. His wife, a slightly snobbish woman from another affluent family, had given him a son in their first year of marriage. Although you weren’t exactly close to her, you loved your nephew Hajoon to death and visited him as often as possible.

“I heard from a reliable source that some members of Bangtan might be coming tonight,” your mother started, breaking you out of your thoughts. You had no idea what she was talking about, but judging by the way your sister’s eyes seemed to double in size, it looked like she might.

“Who?! Where?!” your sister snapped her head around, trying to catch a glimpse of whomever it was they were talking about.

“Settle down, you don’t want to seem desperate,” your mother shushed her and Meyra complied. “I’m not sure how many of them, but just be on the lookout.”

Meyra nodded and your brain logged out of their conversation. It wasn’t any of your interest anyway.

“Father, may I step outside for a moment?” you asked, needing some fresh air after being cooped up in this ballroom for way too many hours.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Okay, but don’t take too long,” he waved you off and you practically jumped out of your seat, thanking him quickly and rushing to the door.

……

The conference room where the ball was being held was one of the many adjoining buildings of a resort. Most of the guests stayed inside, drinking, eating and partying, making the most of the night and looking forward to building new connections.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to be far away from here. At first, you planned on just airing your mind a bit, but now that you found yourself free of that hellhole, you couldn’t wait to put as much distance as possible between you. Consequences be damned, you were going to jump in your car and make a run for it!

As you stumbled your way through a poorly lit stone path that led to the parking lot, alone, tipsy and in heels, you started doubting your decision.

“Why is this freaking path so dark?!” you complained to no one in particular, huffing and puffing as you did your best not to twist your ankle.

You heard muffled giggles and turned your head to see two silhouettes sitting on a bench a bit off to the side. You couldn’t really make out who it was, but it looked like two men (and a whiff of their scent hinted at them being alphas), so you picked up speed, not paying them any mind. 

That turned out to be a terrible idea because, as if your night couldn’t get any worse, one of your hells got caught in an indentation, breaking off when you tried to pull it free. You tripped forward, almost faceplanting, but managing to balance yourself at the last second.

“FUCK! You have got to be kidding me!” you screamed in anger.

“Are you okay?” one of the silhouettes called out in the darkness.

“Does it look like I’m okay?!” you snarled back, even angrier to know that someone had witnessed your pathetic almost-fall.

“I don’t know, can’t see much from here”, the voice replied, and you heard shuffling as one of the men from earlier got up from the bench and started walking in your direction.

“What happened?” he asked once he got closer to you, eyes seeming to scan your body for any possible injuries. A bit of light from a nearby lamppost shone upon him, revealing his handsome face. 

“My heel broke”, you replied with an annoyed huff, pointing at your shoe. “As if walking in this path wasn’t bad enough, now I’ll have to do it barefoot.”

The man looked at your shoes and tilted his head a bit. He then extended a hand to you, which you took hesitantly.

He guided you to another bench, one that was closer to the stone path and asked you to sit down.

“Can I see your other shoe?” he pointed to the one that hadn’t been damaged.

You frowned, not really understanding his motives, but ended up deciding to humor him.

He took it in his hands, seeming to analyze the shoe before snapping the heel off with a quick motion.

“What?!” you asked, startled by his unexpected action.

“The sole seems flat enough for you to walk in them with no trouble now,” he replied matter of factly.

“You just broke my shoe,” you mumbled, still in shock.

“It wasn’t like it would have any use now, anyway,” he shrugged.

You got up without a word, and started making your way down the path again, completely dumbfounded by this strange man.

“Good luck!” he called out in a cheery voice, to which you raised a hand in response, not daring to turn back.

…..

“I still can’t believe you just up and left!” Meyra told you as she came by your room later that night. “Mom is furious, you know? You’re definitely getting an earful from her tomorrow.”

“Worth it,” you gave her a cheeky smile and she shook her head at you, finally taking note of the destroyed pair of high heels tossed in a corner of the room.

“What the hell happened to your shoes?!” 

……

“So, how was the big ball? Found what you were looking for?” Namjoon asked from the big comfortable chair in the living room that he liked to use for reading.

Taehyung and Jimin had just gotten back from a posh matchmaking event. None of the Bangtan members were a fan of those, but Taehyung’s rut was in a couple months and he still hadn’t found a partner. Out of all the alphas, he was the one that never liked to go through that period alone, needing someone to help him overcome the symptoms.

“Nah, it was a bust,” Jimin replied. 

“Told you it would be. These things are nothing but a waste of time,” Yoongi, who was also reading in the living room, piped in.

“Seems like our Taehyungie will be getting off by himself this time around,” Jimin teased the man, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Ugh, this sucks,” Taehyung exclaimed, plopping down next to Yoongi on the couch.

“Ew, what’s that?” Yoongi pointed to the other’s hand.

“Oh,” Taehyung looked down at it, “just some dirt,” he wiped it away.

“Taehyung broke some girl’s heel in half. Her face was so funny! She couldn’t believe it,” Jimin laughed.

“Why would you do that?” Namjoon seemed shocked.

“Ay, Jimin-ah! Tell them the whole story! I helped her!” Taehyung defended himself, speaking in pout and making Jimin laugh even harder. As the man recalled the funny event, Taehyung remembered the girl's scent. It still smelled sweet, even though she seemed to be terribly stressed out. He wondered how sweet it could get under the right conditions. Out of all the omegas he had come across that night, she was the only one who had managed to spark his interest.

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“Sold to Frida for 2.5 million dollars!”

The auctioneer moved onto the next piece and Namjoon fumed at the screen in front of him.

Up until a month ago, Namjoon always managed to be the highest bidder for the pieces he wanted. But ever since this ‘Frida’ person started showing up to his auctions, he barely got any. They seemed to always take interest in the same pieces as him and knew how to play the bidding game incredibly well.

Namjoon was pretty sure that Frida wasn’t their real name, but an alias. He respected that, since he used one himself. It wouldn’t be smart to let people know how much money he was willing to spend on these types of things.

A few weeks later, it came to Namjoon’s attention that an original hanbok from the Joseon Dynasty would be up for grabs. However, given that this was a very valuable item, the bidding wouldn’t be open to the general public and those interested needed to go to the auction in person.

Namjoon preferred bidding online. Although he loved art and antiques, he never took a liking to the type of people that frequented these spaces. Most of them were only interested in buying the pieces as investments, not giving the pieces the respect they deserved.

He wondered if Frida would show up. They seemed to have similar tastes, so probably. Would he be able to outbid them? The idea of seeing the dejected expression on their faces as he did it spurred him on.

So he decided to go. He needed to see the person behind the name. Afterall, aren’t we supposed to keep our enemies closer?

Namjoon took a seat at the back of the room. A few people had recognized him and tried to strike up conversation, but he was quick to dismiss them. Today he was a man on a mission.

The hanbok was the only item that sparked his interest and he figured it was probably the same for Frida.

“Moving on to our last item of the night,” the auctioneer finally announced.

Namjoon jumped in when the bidding had reached 3 million dollars. Many people had already dropped out, not managing to keep up with the competition.

But then, someone raised him.

So he offered more.

And they raised him again.

Namjoon looked at his rival, sat at the opposite side of the room, in the row directly in front of him. He took in their appearance: elegant clothes, minimal makeup and well kept hair.

By now, everyone else had dropped out of the bidding and it had become a one on one match between RM and Frida.

The price range was nearing 10 million dollars and neither seemed to be willing to fold.

Namjoon wondered what made you want the piece so much, even willing to go way above the market price. This wasn’t the behavior of an investor, but that of a true admirer and collector.

So he folded.

Something told him the hanbok would be safe in your hands.

“Sold!” the auctioneer declared and after a short pause people started scrambling to their feet to leave.

“Excuse me,” a sweet voice sounded from behind Namjoon as he made his way out of the room. He turned around to meet the bright eyes of his rival.

“Thank you for folding at the end. I was getting dangerously close to the limit of my budget,” you gave him a smile and the alpha couldn’t help but breathe in your delicious scent.

A small wave of regret washed over him upon hearing your words. He was nowhere near his own budget’s limit, he could’ve won.

“It was a good fight, you won fair and square. But if you don’t mind me asking, why were you so interested in acquiring it?”

Your eyes lit up at his question, this was obviously a passionate topic for you.

“The hanbok originally belonged to someone from my clan, but was stolen during the war. I’ll probably lend it out to be exposed, but I wanted to make sure it made its way back to our family.”

“I’m glad you were able to do it.”

Namjoon’s gut feeling had been right. The hanbok was meant to be yours and he was sure you’d take proper care of it.

“I don’t usually buy historical artifacts, paintings are more my thing,” you told him after a brief pause.

“Same here. I actually would love to organize my own exposition someday.”

The two of you started going back and forth, telling each other about your favorite painters and your most proud possessions.

It felt like you were alone in your own little bubble, not even noticing how the room had gotten progressively empty. Only when the janitor walked in, did you take the cue to leave.

“We should have coffee together someday,” Namjoon offered in a moment of boldness.

“Sure, I’d love that. There aren’t many people in my life who share my interest in art.”

“I know the feeling.”

Although his pack mates supported him, none of them, with the exception of Yoongi perhaps, had the patience to sit through detailed museum tours or in-depth art conversations.

You exchanged phone numbers before going your separate ways.

“Did you get that piece you wanted?” Seokjin asked from behind the wheel after picking Namjoon up from the auction.

“Nope.”

“I’m sorry, I know how badly you wanted it.”

“It’s okay, everything worked out exactly how it was supposed to.”

Upon hearing the enigmatic sentence, Seokjin chanced a glance at the leader, averting his eyes from the road for just a second. The man had an unreadable expression, but Seokjin couldn’t help but think that Namjoon’s words carried a much deeper meaning than he was able to understand at that moment.

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“But mom, I-“

“Don’t worry about it, son, I took care of everything.”

“I know, and that’s exactly wha-“

“Seokjin,” his mother's voice sounded stern and it made the alpha feel like a little kid again. “I know you and your pack have all these weird ideas about what a family should look like.” She paused and took a deep breath. “And you know I adore Namjoon, his mother is my best friend, but-“

“I won’t sit here and listen to you talk bad about Namjoon.” It was Seokjin’s turn to interrupt his mother.

“I’m sorry, honey, that’s not what I meant. I just think that it’s time for you to start your own family. And omegas are too high maintenance. What you need is a good, stable beta wife. Just go on this one date, it’s all I ask.”

Seokjin let out a deep sigh.

He had no idea why his mother had become so obsessed with his love life lately. His older brother had just given her a grandchild, couldn’t she focus on that?

For some reason, his family avoided marrying omegas. He had no clue how that had come about, but it’s just the way they had always done it, generation after generation of alphas marrying betas and vice versa.

He didn’t have anything against betas, but he just didn’t understand why the second gender mattered so much when it came to finding a partner.

Things had become more progressive in recent years, but there were still some people (his parents included) who shared some views he couldn’t agree with.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” he heard his mother’s excited squeal from the other side of the line. “But only this one time.”

“Thank you, Jinnie, you won’t regret it. She’s a nice lady, from a great family, I’m sure you’ll get along fine.”

His mother kept babbling for many minutes, but Seokjin’s mind checked out of the conversation.

Three days later, he found himself at a fancy restaurant, with a woman he didn’t know in front of him.

His mother hadn’t lied, she was pretty and very polite, but there was no spark, no chemistry between the two of them. 

So far, they hadn’t been able to find a single common interest. That didn’t seem to bother the girl, who still seemed as excited as ever to be in his presence.

“Meyra!” a woman’s voice called out his date’s name and the girl turned around startled.

“What are you doing here?” his date replied to their unexpected guest. She looked back at Seokjin, seeming a bit embarrassed by the interruption.

But he wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Quite the opposite actually. There was a bit of resemblance between the two women. But the newcomer's appearance was somehow much more appealing to him. 

And her scent. 

Oh, her scent was something else. Heavenly. He could tell that she was an omega. That was something his beta mother would never be able to understand. There was something about an omega’s scent that was different, special to an alpha. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath when she stopped right next to their table.

“I just came by to give you this,” the mysterious woman placed an EpiPen on the table. “You know you can’t leave home without it.”

“Oh, my gosh! I switched purses and totally forgot about it. Thanks, sis.”

“I’ll leave now. Sorry for interrupting,” the omega gave Seokjin an apologetic smile and he returned it immediately.

Something about her just called to him, called to his most primal urges and made him want to take care of her. It also helped that she looked like an angel.

“Sorry about that,” his date apologized on her sister’s behalf and Seokjin dismissed it. 

He tried his best to take his eyes off the omegas swaying form as she made her way out of the restaurant, but he couldn’t help it, it was stronger than him.

He hoped his date hadn’t noticed this indiscretion and tried to strike up a conversation.

But his mind kept wandering back to that beautiful woman and her hypnotic scent.

…………..

“How did your date go, hyung?” Yoongi asked with a smirk.

Seokjin walked into their shared penthouse apartment and found his pack members all together, sitting in front of the television.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a date tonight,” Jimin pouted.

“My mom set it up. It was okay. Boring.”

“Okay and boring are two different things,” Namjoon interjected.

“The girl was okay, but the date was boring. We had nothing in common.”

“Hm, that sucks,” Jungkook concluded, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“Yeah…”

“Was the food any good at least?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah. But my date was allergic to shellfish and didn’t even say anything while I was ordering my food. How weird is that?”

“I hope you didn’t try to kiss her then,” Taehyung joked, earning chuckles from a few of the guys.

“Wait, if she didn’t say anything, how do you know she’s allergic?” Yoongi frowned.

“Her sister dropped by to give her the EpiPen she had forgotten at home.”

It didn’t go unnoticed by the others how Seokjin’s scent changed while talking about the second woman.

“Was the sister hot?” Taehyung asked brazenly and Seokjin’s ears got immediately red.

“She was super pretty… And also an omega. Her smell was out of this world,” Seokjin let out a dreamy sigh.

“What did she smell like?” Jimin asked.

“Kind of like… honey? But it was so good, it got me all dizzy and stuff.”

“I also met an omega once who smelled like honey,” Hoseok reminisced.

Neither Namjoon nor Yoongi said anything, but both immediately thought of their own encounters with a certain honey scented omega.

“You guys are so lucky, I haven’t met an omega in ages,” Jimin complained with a pout.

“Yeah, they’re pretty rare,” Namjoon responded, his mind reeling. What was the possibility that they had met different omegas with similar scents?

“That’s all really,” Seokjin plopped down on an empty space on the couch. “I just hope my mom leaves me alone for a while.”

“You know she won’t,” Namjoon responded. He knew how… ‘stubborn’ Seokjin’s mother was, for lack of a better word. He also knew the woman wasn’t very fond of him, but he tried not to take it too personal.

It wasn’t common for alphas to form a pack of their own like Bangtan had done. Most people couldn’t understand how they managed to get along so well and it almost seemed like they expected for a big fight to happen someday, followed by the break of their bond. They couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of so many alphas coexisting peacefully, especially without mediation from betas or omegas.

Namjoon didn’t know what made them special either, but he frankly didn’t care. These guys were his chosen family, the people who had his back no matter what and he would go against the entire world to keep them safe. And he knew they’d do it for him too, in a heartbeat.

Some members' families took it well, like Jimin’s, Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s. Some didn’t really care, like Taehyung’s, and he had no idea about Yoongi’s.

But Seokjin and Namjoon’s families didn’t take very kindly to the news. They tried to talk them out of it, saying they would regret it, that it would bring shame to their names.

Many years had passed since then and they all still stood by their decision. Forming Bangtan had been the best thing they ever did for themselves.

………

“Ugh,” Meyra plopped down on her bed after taking a shower.

She seemed to be in a bad mood. You wondered if you should ask her about the date, but there was no need to because she turned her attention to you.

“Mom is gonna kill me,” she exclaimed dramatically, throwing her arms over her face.

“Why?”

“Because I blew it!”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“I don’t understand what went wrong, I was trying so hard to get him to like me. But he just looked… bored. Like his mind was somewhere else.”

You remembered the man’s kind face as he smiled up at you. For some reason, he didn’t strike you as someone who would be purposefully rude.

“Well, it’s his loss,” you tried to console your sister.

“No! It’s my loss! He was the best catch ever and I let him get away,” she wailed. 

“C’mon, he might have been handsome, but what’s the point if you didn’t have anything in common?”

“You’re really clueless, aren’t you?” she sneered at you. “That man was the Kim Seokjin, famous actor and the oldest member of the Bangtan pack! Don’t you get how big of an opportunity this was?”

You honestly didn’t. You didn’t usually care much for people outside of your family, work and a few close friends, and didn’t really keep up with celebrities or what was passing on tv.

You also weren't looking for a mate either, which drove your mom absolutely mad.

For some genetic reason that scientists couldn’t really explain yet, omegas had become increasingly rare in the past decades. Therefore, giving birth to one was considered a big honor, one that was rewarded whenever the omega found a mate. 

It had also become tradition for omegas’ families to receive a big sum of money during the process of courtship. Anyone interested in mating with an omega should, at least in theory, make an offer to the parents in order to begin the process of courtship.

It was common for poorer families to marry off their omegas early and most of the time to very wealthy alphas who could afford to pay such a high sum of money.

You considered yourself lucky. Even though your mother had her own reasons for wanting to see you get married, your parents had the heart to give you total freedom to choose your own mate. After all, money wasn’t a problem in your family.

As soon as your mother came looking for your sister, you left. You weren’t in the mood to deal with her today. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Hey, how about that coffee?’ 

It was a message from the handsome alpha you had met at an auction a few days prior.

You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering his smell. Strong caramel mixed in with just the right amount of coffee. It just made his invitation that much more fitting.

‘Sure, whenever is good for you’

‘How about tomorrow? I know a place.’

…………

You entered the quaint coffee shop, looking around for the tall man and he waved at you as soon as your eyes met.

He pulled a chair out for you and you thanked him.

You didn’t know much about him, but judging by the things he had told you about his art collection, you figured he must be loaded.

So it was a nice surprise when he suggested you meet at a small business. He was also dressed much more casually than the last time you saw him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d probably think he was a regular university student.

You placed your orders and he turned to you with a sweet expression.

“Thanks for meeting me. I really enjoyed talking to you that day.”

“Me too,” you replied and he gave you a smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks. You wondered how it would feel to press your fingers into them.

Conversation flowed easily between the two of you and it felt nice to talk to someone new. It had been a while since you made a new friend.

You learned that Namjoon was a bike lover and a bookworm. And apparently terribly clumsy. You laughed when he told you the story of how he almost burned down the apartment while trying to fry an egg.

“I don’t even like to think about what could’ve happened if Jin hyung didn’t show up when he did,” Namjoon concluded with an embarrassed smile.

“Who’s that?”

“One of my best friends. Our families have always been close, so I’ve known him basically my whole life.”

“You guys live together?”

“Yeah, he’s a member of my pack. There’s seven of us.”

That piqued your interest. You didn’t have much contact with people who had formed packs outside of their own families.

“That’s cool! So is he also an alpha, like you?”

“We’re all alphas, actually,” Namjoon replied, observing you closely. He was pleased when you didn’t seem too bothered by his revelation, but instead curious.

“Wow, that’s different, I’ve never heard of a pack like that before.”

“It’s pretty rare, but there are others.”

“How did you decide on who got to be the main alpha, the leader?”

“It just happened naturally, I guess,” Namjoon wasn’t hiding his status on purpose, he just wasn’t sure if it was worth bringing it up just yet.

“Well, if it works for you, that's all that matters, right?” you gave him a cute smile and he felt relief upon receiving your positive reaction. “I should know, many people say I should act a certain way or do certain things just because I’m an omega. But I don’t let my second gender dictate my life.”

Oh, Namjoon felt like he could kiss you right now.

“What about you? Never thought about joining a pack that isn’t your family?”

“Not really. I mean, they do annoy me sometimes but… I guess it’s just comfortable, you know?”

Namjoon nodded in understanding.

You moved on from the topic not long after.

“Do you need a ride?” you offered when you both decided it was time to go home.

“It’s okay, I’ll just get a cab.”

“Nonsense, I’ll drive you.”

Namjoon accepted your offer and his eyes widened when you took him to your car. He didn’t know much about models, but he was pretty sure that your car would make Hobi freak out.

………..

Namjoon whistled an upbeat tune as he entered the apartment, quickly grabbing the attention of his members.

“Well, someone’s looking happy,” Jimin teased his leader.

“Just had a good day,” Namjoon replied, sporting a goofy smile.

“Yeah, right” the younger man smirked.

Jungkook joined them a few moments later and his nose picked up on something different. He inched closer to his leader, properly sniffing his clothes.

“What are you doing, Kook?”

“You smell different. Sweet.”

“A friend gave me a ride.”

“Was your friend an omega?”

“Maybe,” Namjoon swallowed hard, his scent giving out a slight hint of nervousness.

“What are you hiding from us?” Jimin probed, also leaning in to smell the man.

“Do you have a girlfriend, hyung?” Jungkook asked with wide eyes.

“No!”

“Who has a girlfriend?” Yoongi popped up in the living room.

“No one…” Namjoon felt exasperated.

“Namjoon smells like omega,” Jimin stated.

Yoongi inched closer and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

“That he does…” the man replied before walking back to his room.

Ever since Jin told them about his date, Yoongi had a suspicion. And now it had unfortunately been confirmed.

Yoongi would recognize that scent anywhere.

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Ever since you and Suga started being karaoke buddies, your Friday nights had become your favorite day of the week. 

You always shut off your phone before going in and immersing yourself in a bubble of happiness where nothing else mattered.

The more you got to know the man, the more you liked him.

Sure, you didn’t know his real name or where he worked, but none of it mattered, because you felt like he could see a side of you that no one else was able to.

There was something extremely comforting about his presence. Even though he seemed to be a reserved person, he could also be very mischievous and confident, which in turn revealed a funny, easygoing side of your personality that you didn’t get to explore much with other people in your life.

He was also incredibly attractive.

You usually avoided alphas like the plague, not wanting them to take advantage of you. But you felt safe with Suga.

On your second time together, you realized that you couldn’t really smell his scent, so you asked him about it.

“I’m wearing scent blockers. I know an alpha’s smell can be a bit overwhelming for omegas, especially in an enclosed space like this.”

You had been touched by how considerate the gesture was. It told you a lot about his character and the type of person he was. It also made you wonder if he had another omega in his life other than you. The thought made you slightly uncomfortable, but you pushed it down.

As the weeks went by and the two of you got closer, your curiosity also grew.

“I want to ask you something. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

Suga was surprised by your unusually shy demeanor.

“What is it?”

“Can you… not wear scent blockers the next time we meet?”

“Why?”

“I’m just curious,” you replied, trying not to blush under the alpha’s intense gaze.

And so he did as you requested.

You had arrived earlier than usual and Suga’s scent hit you like a train as soon as the man stepped into the booth.

He smelled like dark chocolate and you let out a tiny giggle.

“What’s that for?” the man asked.

“Sorry, it’s just… I’ve called you Suga all this time and now I find out you smell like chocolate. What a perfect coincidence,” your smile widened and he couldn’t help but mirror it.

From that day forward, Suga never wore scent blockers around you again.

You appreciated it, you loved his smell. But you also understood what he meant when he said it could be overwhelming.

After a couple months of weekly meetings, you came to terms with the fact that you were attracted to him. But you didn’t plan on acting on it and he didn’t seem to be interested in you like that anyway.

A handsome alpha that smelled that good most likely had at least two mates. And judging by the accessories he wore, you could tell that he did very well for himself in the money department. He probably had omegas throwing themselves at him left and right.

Sometimes, as you observed Suga screaming into the mic, you couldn’t help but wonder what his long fingers would feel like against your skin, exploring your body.

And when he rapped, your mind went straight to the gutter, thinking what other things that powerful tongue would be able to do. 

“Why do you smell like that?” Suga asked one day, turning to face you. The song was still playing, but he seemed to have lost all interest in it.

“Like what?” you felt your face getting hot.

Suga paced towards you, sniffing the air. For the first time since you had met, the man reminded you of a predator stalking its prey.

“Sweeter than usual. Much sweeter,” his gaze was fixed on you and you noticed that his pupils seemed a bit dilated.

He sat down on the couch next to you and you instantly froze. 

The man inched closer, until his nose brushed against the scent gland on your neck, and you heard him inhale deeply.

“Is this okay?” he asked and the feeling of his hot breath against your skin made goosebumps appear all over your body.

You nodded, every word dying on your throat.

At your silence, Suga pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I should leave,” he stood up.

Before you could even process your actions, your hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“Don’t go.”

Your voice was soft and he glanced down at you, wide eyes and rosy cheeks, and smelling oh so good.

“What do you want?” the man asked.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly.

He sat back down next to you.

“Can I scent you?” You nodded. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes.”

Suga leaned down again. This time, he allowed the tip of his tongue to brush lightly against your scent gland, the gesture making you shiver.

He puckered his lips, giving it a sweet peck before pulling back to look at your face.

You gazed into each other’s eyes and the room felt electric.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

The alpha leaned in, gluing his lips to yours in a kiss that was delicate, patient. He ran his tongue gently against your bottom lip and you granted him passage to explore your mouth.

You got lost in each other, any concept of time and space forgotten as you melted in the alpha’s arms.

You could feel slick pooling on your panties and rubbed your thighs together.

Suga pulled back, his pupils completely dilated from the smell of your arousal that had started to fill the room.

“Can I taste you?” he asked and you frowned. Didn’t he already? “Down here,” he explained, tracing light circles against the top of your thigh.

Even though you were a blushing mess, you managed to whisper out a soft affirmation and the man moved to kneel in front of you.

He pushed your dress upwards until it was bunched up against your hips. He then spread your legs and leaned closer, taking a big shameless whiff of your scent, straight from the source.

You felt very exposed, but it felt amazing to see how much he desired you.

Suga hooked his fingers around the bands of your underwear and pulled it down, eyes glued to yours until the piece of cloth hit the ground.

You squirmed in anticipation and he smirked at your eagerness. He took a tentative first lick and your taste exploded on his tongue.

“Fuck,” was all he managed to say before diving back in, more purposefully this time.

He lapped at your pussy, expert tongue stimulating you in a way no one ever had before. 

You weren’t a virgin, but you had only ever been with betas. And none of them had ever gotten you feeling this high before.

Suga sucked on your clit lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure. He circled a finger around your entrance and a moan let him know it was okay to go in.

He pushed two fingers inside, feeling as your walls stretched around him. He pumped in and out of you at a maddening pace, coordinating it perfectly with the movements of his tongue.

Even though he had drunk barely any alcohol, the alpha felt completely intoxicated. He slurped up your juices eagerly as you contracted around his fingers.

It didn’t take long for you to come undone on his mouth and the man drank up every single drop, not stopping until you whined from overstimulation.

He pulled back, chin glistening as evidence of what had just transpired between the two of you. 

You looked at the man and found him already observing you. But instead of the lustful look from before, his eyes were surprisingly soft. 

He got up from his knees and, just as you were about to offer returning the favor, he kissed your forehead.

“Next time,” he whispered as if reading your mind.

The following week, you feared things might change between you two and were extremely relieved when Suga showed up with that lopsided grin you had grown so attached to.

You sang and drank like usual and the night ended with his hard cock in your mouth and his cum down your throat.

Your meetings added a new excitement to your life. Sometimes you had sex, sometimes you didn’t. But with each passing week you learned more about each other.

Still, there was one line the alpha wasn’t willing to cross just yet. He knew how rushing could ruin a good thing and he wasn’t willing to let your growing connection go to waste.

You agreed, but it also got you thinking. Did you actually want to be mated with Suga? How far were you willing to take this ‘relationship’ with him? You didn’t know the answer to those questions just yet. The only thing you knew for sure was that you liked him and were definitely starting to develop deeper feelings for him.

So one day, after he had coaxed three orgasms out of you, you revealed your real name to him.

His eyes widened at the unexpected revelation, but a gummy smile quickly brightened his expression.

“I’m Yoongi, nice to meet you.”

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Retreating back to his room after smelling your unmistakable scent on his pack’s leader, Yoongi sat down on his bed, face in his hands as his mind raced.

He knew he had to say something and soon. The more he put it off, the bigger the chance of Namjoon developing feelings for you. Yoongi could tell by the leader’s demeanor that he was probably already smitten with you, and understandably so. Yoongi knew better than anyone just how charming you could be.

Another sudden thought scared him. What if Namjoon wasn’t the only one catching feelings?

From what he had learned about you, he didn’t think you were the type to date around. Still, you two weren’t exclusive, so it wouldn’t be wrong for you to explore other options.

“Ugh, this sucks,” Yoongi sighed, falling backwards on the bed.

The door to his room opened abruptly, startling him.

“Hyung, didn’t you hear me calling for you?” Hobi stepped inside, a mix of confusion and concern on his face.

“I didn’t, sorry.”

One look was enough for Hoseok to notice how the other alpha looked unusually distressed.

“Is something wrong, hyung?” he sat down next to Yoongi, already forgetting what had made him look for the other man in the first place.

Yoongi wondered if it would be wise to confide in someone. He was used to dealing with things on his own and the idea of sharing his concerns made him uncomfortable.

Even though the alpha didn’t like to admit it, he preferred to keep some things private. Most of his work and his home life revolved around Bangtan, so it felt nice having something that belonged only to him.

His karaoke vents, for example, were one of these so-called ‘secrets’. Jimin was the only one out of the members who knew about it. Another was the true nature of his relationship with his family. The others could tell it was a sore subject and chose not to press.

And a few months ago, you joined that list.

‘It was good while it lasted,’ Yoongi thought to himself.

“Hyung?” Hoseok tried again when a long moment of silence stretched without him receiving an answer.

Yoongi let out a deep sigh.

“I met someone,” he began.

“Okay…”

“She’s an omega. We’ve been… getting to know each other, I guess you could say.”

“That’s good!” Hoseok felt excited. He always tried to encourage the older alpha to be more outgoing. Yoongi’s grim expression lightened up a bit after receiving the other man’s positive reaction.

“The problem is, I smelled her on Namjoon today.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. That couldn’t be good.

“You think she’s going out with both of you?”

Yoongi grimaced, but shook his head.

“I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure until I talk to either of them about it.”

“You should do it as soon as possible. You know how Namjoon gets when he’s interested in someone,” Hoseok replied with a serious expression.

“I know. But I kind of want to talk to her first. She doesn't even know about our pack.”

“Does Jimin know about her?”

“No.”

It was Hoseok’s turn to grimace. This situation seemed like it could get messy quickly.

“Okay,” he clasped his hands together, “we need a plan of action. When are you seeing her again?”

“On Friday.”

“Good, talk to her then. Once you know where her head is at, talk to Joon.”

“What about Jimin?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok answered honestly.

“Do you think he even cares after all this time?”

“If I were him, I’d definitely like to know. It just feels like the most considerate thing to do.”

Yoongi nodded, he knew Hoseok had a good point.

“Good luck, hyung. Fighting!”

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Jungkook hated stretching.

It was his least favorite part of exercising and he avoided it as much as possible. His trainer always tried to emphasize the importance of it, but the stubborn alpha didn’t pay any mind.

That was until he almost pulled a hamstring muscle while boxing. It was a wake up call and Jungkook knew he had to do better.

So this is how Jungkook, known for being a nightowl and pulling all-nighters, found himself up and walking into a yoga studio at 9 AM on a Thursday. A cute little beta, who eventually turned out to be the instructor, came to greet him with a soft smile.

“You must be the new student!” She checked a piece of paper in her hand, “Jungkook?”

“That’s me,” he replied, feeling a bit shy. There weren’t many people in the studio, maybe around four or five other students, but he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in new environments.

The instructor explained a bit of how the class would pan out and invited him to place his mat anywhere he wanted. Jungkook did as told and sat down on it with his legs crossed, observing the people around him.

A sweet smell suddenly invaded his senses and he snapped his head towards it. He took a deep breath. It was the sweetest omega scent he had ever smelled, and somehow familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint from where.

His eyes zeroed in on the woman that had just walked in and the closer she was to him, the stronger the smell got. Jungkook looked around, baffled by the fact that no one else seemed to be reacting to her scent the way he was. It was taking everything in his power to keep his inner wolf tame.

“Morning,” her pretty voice ringed out, breaking him out of his stupor. He had no time to respond before she rolled out her own mat, right next to his.

She sat down and started doing a few stretches on her own while waiting for the class to start.

After a couple minutes, her scent became less overwhelming to Jungkook’s sensitive nose and he was able to enjoy it fully. He had never met anyone that smelled as good as her in his entire life.

Maybe stretching wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

……

“I’m Jungkook, what’s your name?” the alpha asked after his third week going to the yoga studio. You seemed a bit taken back by his forwardness, and honestly so was he. Jungkook wasn’t the type to go around introducing himself to people, quite the contrary, but he just felt drawn to you. So once you were done with the session and rolling your mats to leave, the greeting just slipped out of his mouth.

After introducing yourself, the man surprised you again by asking if you wanted to go for a cup of coffee together and your first instinct was to turn him down. You couldn’t help but judge him for his looks. Very handsome alpha, with numerous piercings and a whole tattoo sleeve. Definitely a fuckboy.

Just as you were about to turn him down, you noticed how the man was looking at you with barely veiled excitement. His eyes were round and big, giving him an almost childlike appearance and they seemed to scream kindness, a big contrast to his manly body.

“Okay,” you agreed and he broke out into a smile, a cute giggle leaving his lips.

That was the first of many ‘dates’ with Jungkook. As soon as you started to get to know the man, you realized that he was actually the furthest thing from a fuckboy. He was actually a sensitive person and very considerate as well. His eyes lit up whenever he mentioned his hyungs, who you assumed were members of his pack, although it was unclear to you whether or not they were just really close friends or his actual brothers. He never mentioned their names and you didn’t bother asking, not only because you didn’t want to push any of his boundaries, but mostly because you didn’t want him to start pushing yours. As much as you enjoyed his company, you didn’t feel comfortable getting too personal just yet.

Since neither of you liked doing exercises with a full belly and often skipped breakfast, it became a ritual for the two of you to eat together after your weekly yoga classes.

You were pretty sure most people in your class thought you were a couple. Many of the women started looking at you with jealousy and the only male student other than Jungkook (Soobin, a kind beta who was surprisingly flexible), started avoiding being close to you. You couldn’t blame the guy since Jungkook did growl at him once when he tried to place his mat next to yours. On the occasion, you scolded the alpha and he apologized (although he didn’t actually feel sorry).

You could always count on Jungkook to make you laugh or to share a movie recommendation with you. He didn’t really talk about himself much, but it didn’t bother you since you were also a private person. All you knew about the man was that he worked from home and that he liked to sing, he seemed to always be humming something under his breath. You thought about inviting him to the karaoke bar, but ended up deciding against it. That was your special place with Yoongi, he probably wouldn’t like it if another alpha suddenly showed up.

“Aren’t you going to finish that?” Jungkook pointed to the donut on your plate and you passed it over to him.

“Nah, go ahead.”

Jungkook gave you a smile and quickly started munching on it, while you looked at him with fondness.

“Something worrying you?” the alpha asked in between bites. He knew how much you loved donuts and your behavior struck him as odd.

You nodded and Jungkook looked at you expectantly.

“Working with family just sucks sometimes,” you sighed.

“Oh, you think so? I don’t mind it,” Jungkook licked the powdered sugar off his fingers.

The gesture made you blush a little, so you averted your gaze. “You also work with your family?”

“Yeah, some of the guys in my pack own a company together. We all have shares in it, but I actually work with them sometimes. We’re not actually blood related, but I consider them as my family,” he explained with a bunny smile.

“Well, I’m glad it works for you. I guess it’s worse in my case because my actual father is also my boss.”

“Oh, yeah, that would suck,” Jungkook scrunched his nose.

“But I guess it does have some advantages,” you shrugged.

“Like everything in life,” Jungkook replied and you agreed.

“Well, I should get going now. Don’t want to be late and upset the boss,” you winked at him, pulling your wallet out, but Jungkook stopped you.

“This one’s on me,” he pulled his own wallet out and got up. “I did end up eating your food. All you had was that tiny espresso.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded. “Thanks, then,” you said, also getting to your feet and grabbing your purse, following the man to the cashier.

“Just promise me you’ll have a proper meal for lunch,” Jungkook said. You were usually a foodie and it bothered him to see you without an appetite. 

“Scout’s word,” you crossed an arm over your chest with a goofy expression, making Jungkook laugh.

“Get going, silly,” he said and, in an unexpected movement, you leaned in, kissing his cheek lightly.

You pulled away quickly and started walking away, but turned around one last time to wave goodbye.

“See you next week, Kookie!”.

All the alpha could do was stare dumbfounded as you left the caffé, his cheeks bright red as a line started forming behind him.

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“You seem worried today,” you told Yoongi as he sat down next to you inside the karaoke room, a glass of beer in his hand.

The man met your gaze and wondered if this would be a good time to tell you about his pack. Your relationship had been so carefree up until now, such a sweet escape for him. He didn’t want to risk doing something that could get in the way of that.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now,” the alpha replied.

“Work?” you scooted closer, resting a hand on his thigh and caressing it lightly.

Yoongi shook his head and placed his much bigger hand on top of yours.

“We should go on a date,” he said suddenly, surprising even himself.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” you looked up at him, a coy smile lighting up your features.

“You know what I mean,” he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Sure.”

“Dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” you leaned over, pecking him on the lips.

Yoongi smiled at the gesture. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way about someone. And he wasn’t willing to let it go.

……………

“Well, this is fancy,” you said out loud upon entering the private dining room. Yoongi had told you to dress up, but you never would have imagined that the man would take you to a five star restaurant.

The alpha got up from his seat and came to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. He somehow smelled even better than on your nights together at the karaoke and you felt like burying your nose in the crook of his neck. ‘Behave ,’ you chastised your inner omega before following him to the table.

“Why the private table?” you asked upon sitting down.

Yoongi looked a bit conflicted, but when his eyes focused on yours, there was a strong resolution behind them. He reached out a hand and you took it without hesitation.

“There are some things I want to tell you about my life,” the alpha began and your stomach did a somersault. “My pack and I, we really value our privacy.”

You weren't surprised by his statement. You had come to the conclusion that Yoongi had a pack of his own as soon as you started hanging out together. However, the need for secrecy did spark your curiosity.

“I really like you. Us. I wanna take this further, see where it could go,” Yoongi searched your eyes after his confession and was relieved to find a spark in them.

“I like you too,” you smiled, easing his nerves. “So, tell me about this pack of yours.”

Yoongi stiffened slightly, but commanded himself to stay calm.

“There’s seven of us,” he began and you nodded. “Seven alphas.”

Instead of the surprised reaction he expected, Yoongi received a confused tilt of the head.

“Wait… Are these becoming popular? You’re the second person to tell me about being in an all-alpha pack in the past couple of weeks.”

Ah, so Yoongi’s hunch (and nose) had been right.

“Yeah, about that…” Yoongi scratched the back of his head. “I think you might have met one of my pack mates already.”

“Really? Who?” you felt properly confused now. There was no way-

“Does the name Namjoon ring any bells?”

“Are you serious?” you replied with wide eyes. “You guys are from the same pack?”

Yoongi nodded.

“And how did you know I had met him?”

“I could… smell you on him the other day. He said something about a car ride?”

It was your turn to nod. But then an alarm went off in your head.

“Wait, nothing happened between us, okay? We just met up to talk about art!” you explained, a bit more frantically than you would have liked.

Yoongi smiled at you fondly. It felt good knowing that you cared enough about him to not want any misunderstandings to happen.

“I know,” he rubbed your hand soothingly.

“This is such a weird coincidence, though,” you sighed.

“Tell me about it,” Yoongi leaned back in his chair, letting go of your hand.

After finishing two bottles of wine and dessert, you switched places, sitting on the chair next to Yoongi instead of across the table. Your head was on his shoulder as his hand traced circles along your thigh.

“Shall we call it a night?” he asked.

“No,” you whined, lifting your head and rubbing your nose against his scent gland. You didn’t know what made you more light headed, the wine or his smell.

Yoongi chuckled at your clinginess and kissed the top of your head.

“We can’t stay here forever.”

“Take me home then,” you lifted your head to meet his gaze and he immediately understood the implication behind your words.

“I’m not sure-”

“C’mon, Yoongi,” you placed a hand on his chest. “How long have we been doing this? I wanna feel you,” you leaned in, “ closer .”

He shivered at your tone. There was no denying he wanted it as well.

So he got up and extended a hand to you.

There was a car waiting for you both outside. He whispered something to the driver, who nodded.

You didn’t feel the need to ask where Yoongi was taking you. By now, you had enough trust in him to believe he wouldn’t hurt you. And you also didn’t want the night to end.

“We’re here,” Yoongi announced after a while, helping you out of the vehicle. He guided you through the underground garage, stopping in front of an elevator. After tapping in a code, he motioned for you to get inside.

“Even though we live together, we each have our own properties,” Yoongi explained.

The apartment’s decoration screamed Yoongi. Lots of neutral tones mixed in with dark woods, very elegant, but cozy at the same time.

You took off your shoes and padded over to the couch. Yoongi joined you soon after, with an open bottle of wine and two glasses.

“I like this place,” you commented and he thanked you.

“I usually come here when I need some time alone. Or some inspiration,” the man explained.

“You never told me what you do for a living.”

“I’m a music producer. Namjoon and I run our own record label.”

“Oh, that’s… unexpected,” you replied, feeling suddenly embarrassed by your singing in front of him. He seemed to read your expression, because he chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“What about you?”

“I work for my family’s company, in the legal department.”

“Beauty and brains, I could tell,” Yoongi brushed his nose against your cheek.

He cupped your face gently, staring into your eyes for a moment before diving in to capture your lips.

With alcohol on the brain and your scents filling up the room, it didn’t take long for things to get heated. You tore each other's clothes off and, next thing you knew, Yoongi had you spread out on his living room couch, moaning his name as he feasted on you.

After coming down from your second orgasm of the night, you pushed Yoongi on his back, climbing over him seductively and straddling the alpha. His hands landed on your hips and ass, dragging you slowly over his erection, concealed only by the thin material of his boxers.

“Take these off,” you commanded impatiently and Yoongi obliged. 

You licked your lips, always amazed by how big and imponent his cock was. Even though your mouth was salivating, tonight you wanted to feel him somewhere different, somewhere new.

You got off his lap, turning around on all fours and presenting to him, your inner omega taking over completely.

Yoongi hesitated for just a moment before throwing all of his reservations out the window and dragging his swollen head against your pussy lips.

You whined, not appreciating his teasing. After a few moments of collecting your juices, he pressed into you slowly, filling you up inch by inch.

Your mouth dropped open at the delicious, and frankly a bit overwhelming, sensation.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Yoongi moaned after bottoming out. 

He started pulling in and out of you with long, calculated strokes until you started pushing back onto him, a silent plea for the man to go faster. He picked up his pace and your moans got progressively louder.

Yoongi could feel himself getting closer to the edge, head completely clouded with lust. His alpha longed to be even closer to you, so he placed a hand around your neck and pulled your upper body upwards so he could lap at your scent gland.

You moaned at the intimate gesture and grinded your hips against his. At this point, both of you were at your most primal states. You marveled at the sensation of finally being taken by an alpha, your inner omega fully in control of your actions as no real coherent thoughts formed in your mind. All that existed were your alpha’s hands on you, his warm tongue on your neck and his huge cock buried deep inside you.

Yoongi groaned against your ear and your walls contracted around him in response. His hips stuttered, announcing his upcoming release and, before he even knew what he was doing, his teeth dug into the skin of your neck, marking you his and making you both explode with pleasure.

You had never experienced anything remotely close to this before. It was like your soul had left your body and, when you came back to your senses, Yoongi had already turned your bodies sideways on the couch, spooning you from behind, his dick softening but still inside you.

Something tugged inside your chest, making you finally realize what had happened and your eyes widened in alarm.

Yoongi licked at the fresh wound. Even though he hadn’t consciously meant to mark you, he was glad to realize that the bond had formed successfully. Your omega didn’t reject him, instead choosing to submit to his alpha and allow him to take care of you.

None of you said anything for what felt like hours. You didn’t know where to begin. You had always been so sure of your stance of not finding a mate that you had no idea how to act in this current situation.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asked, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Warm,” you said the first word that came to your head.

“Warm is good,” you felt him smiling against your skin.

“I had never been with an alpha before,” you shared.

“I’m honored,” Yoongi replied and his inner alpha grinned with pride at the knowledge of being your first.

“As you should,” you turned to look at him over your shoulder, a playful smile on your lips.

Yoongi couldn’t help but lean closer and kiss you, this time gently, savoring your taste and the sensation of a newly formed bond.

Once the kiss was broken, you turned around to face the man.

“What does this mean for us now?” you asked, an undertone of concern in your voice.

“It means that Namjoon and I need to have a talk.”

………..

“Did you guys feel that?” Jimin asked the others around him as they lounged together in the living room.

“Yeah, it was weird, like a pull,” Hoseok answered with furrowed eyebrows.

“I haven’t felt anything like that since-” Seokjin started, but got cut off by Namjoon rushing into the living room.

“Meeting. Now!”

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The six alphas sat around the table in astonishment, their minds reeling with scenarios of what could have happened. Yoongi wasn’t answering the leader’s calls, which was driving Namjoon absolutely mad. How dare he disrespect him like that? 

Even though some of the others seemed confused about what happened, Namjoon wasn’t. He knew that feeling. Forming a bond with a mate.

It was a powerful experience. If completed successfully, it could mend pieces of your soul that you didn’t even know were broken. If unsuccessful, it could be extremely painful, both mentally and physically. But the worst thing that could ever happen to a wolf was to have a bond break. It only happened on rare occasions, but everyone had heard of at least one account of people who had been driven to madness due to a broken bond. The thought made Namjoon shiver.

“Until Yoongi comes back, we can’t be sure of what’s going on,” Seokjin said, trying to keep a level head.

“It was so strong, like what I imagine forming a true mate bond must be like,” Jungkook rubbed his chest absentmindedly, in the exact place he had felt the pull.

“Yoongi wouldn’t go behind our backs like that,” Jimin defended the other man and received some doubtful stares. “He wouldn’t!”

Hoseok shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a subtle movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the leader.

“Hobi, do you know anything about what’s going on?” he asked, dragon-like eyes fixed on the man’s form.

“It’s like Jin hyung said, we can’t be sure until-”

“Tell me.” Namjoon commanded using his leader's voice. Due to his position within the pack, he was the only one who could get the other’s to do something against their will.

Hoseok whined, shrinking in on himself before obliging.

“I truly have no idea what is going on,” he took a deep breath, “but Yoongi did tell me he was seeing someone. An omega.”

Gasps echoed around the table.

“What?! Since when?!” Jimin asked, jumping up from his chair, but Namjoon motioned for him to sit back down.

“A couple months, maybe? He wasn’t specific.” Hoseok looked at the leader with pleading eyes. “I told him he should talk to you about it, but I had no idea he could do something like this without consulting us first.”

“Anything else?” Namjoon pushed for more information.

Hoseok looked conflicted, eyes flitting around the table, silently begging for any of the others to come to his rescue, but no one did. They all wanted to know as well. He let out a big sigh.

“Yoongi thought you might know this omega already.”

“Me? Why?” Namjoon was caught off guard by the revelation.

“Something about smelling her scent on you.”

“Oh, that honey scent?” Jungkook perked up, reminiscing about the sweet scent he had smelled on his hyung.

Namjoon frowned, unsure of what to think.

“So, what you’re saying is that Yoongi marked an omega without consulting us because he was jealous of Namjoon?!” Jimin looked like he was about to burst.

“No! That’s not what I said,” Hoseok defended himself.

“Guys, let’s calm down, okay? I’m sure Yoongi hyung will be back soon to clear everything up,” Taehyung interjected, not wanting his brothers to turn on each other.

But he was wrong.

Many hours passed without a single word from Yoongi. When morning came, even the ones that had tried to stay calmer, started getting anxious.

“Okay, this is ridiculous!” Jimin jumped up from the couch, startling a sleeping Jungkook that had been laying against him. “We need to do something!”

“I have to agree now, this isn’t like Yoongi to go off the radar like this,” Seokjin said with dark bags under his eyes.

“Let’s-”

Click.

The sound of the front door unlocking made them all freeze in their tracks, snapping heads turning to find Yoongi walking in like nothing happened, too much in his head to notice the pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“Where were you?” Namjoon’s grave voice broke the silence. Yoongi smelled anger in his leader’s scent and braced himself for conflict.

“My apartment,” Yoongi walked towards the others, trying his best to keep a confident demeanor.

“Why?” the leader asked. “I’ve been calling you.”

“I didn’t see the missed calls until this morning, I’m sorry,” he sat down next to Hoseok, who scooted on the couch to give him space. “Did something happen?”

“ You tell us,” Jimin blurted out, an edge to his voice.

“What did you do, Yoongi?” Namjoon pressured him for an answer.

“Guys, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yoongi swallowed heavily, earning a scoff from Jimin.

“We all felt a pull last night, like a new bond being formed. A mating bond,” Seokjin explained, his voice gentle. He just wanted things to be resolved.

“Hobi told us about the omega,” Namjoon stated. 

Yoongi turned to Hoseok with indignation written all over his face.

“He compelled me to, I’m sorry,” the man lowered his head in shame.

“Alright,” Yoongi gave up. There was no point in dragging this any longer.

He explained everything to them. How he had met you, how you guys got closer and eventually started getting intimate, the day he smelled you on Namjoon and the lapse of judgment he had the night before .

“I know I should have consulted with you guys and for that I am truly, immensely sorry. But if I’m being honest, I do not regret biting her,” Yoongi concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell us about her?” Taehyung asked with a hurt expression. He didn’t care about the bite, what he didn’t like was that his hyung had hidden things from them. He felt betrayed.

“I was selfish. I wanted to keep her all to myself,” Yoongi admitted. “I just felt so connected to her, I feared things would change between us if I told you about her.”

“I can’t listen to this,” Jimin got up and stomped away, banging his door and making Yoongi flinch at the sound.

“Yoongi, my office, now”, Namjoon ordered, getting up and starting to walk away. The older man followed, keeping a bit of distance between them.

Once they were alone, Namjoon let his shoulders sag, releasing a deep sigh as he sat down behind his desk.

“How long has this been going on?” the pack leader asked.

Yoongi averted his gaze to the ground.

“Three months.”

Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“Three months?! When were you planning on sharing this with us? Would you have done it if none of us met her?”

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. He knew he would have to tell them eventually, especially after he realized his feelings for you grew stronger every time you met, but he hadn’t thought it through.

“This isn’t fair, you know? I wish you hadn’t lied to us,” the leader’s voice was filled with disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I know I fucked up,” Yoongi admitted, feeling embarrassed.

“Yes, you did. However, I do understand why you fell for her, she’s great. And that smell…” Namjoon seemed to drift off for a second, which made Yoongi feel slightly uncomfortable. “But this should have been done differently. Jimin, especially, will probably have a hard time accepting this.”

Yoongi grimaced, he knew the leader was right.

“But we have no choice. She’s one of us now and we’ll have to take her in. We can’t risk a broken bond.”

“Wait, you want her to come live with us?”

“I don’t see another option. Your bond is still too fresh and fragile. You have to spend as much time together as possible, to make sure it solidifies.” Namjoon closed his eyes, feeling for his own bonds before focusing specifically on his connection to Yoongi and, now that he knew it was there, he could also feel the alpha’s connection to you, but only barely. “It does feel like it formed correctly. Props to you, that isn’t an easy feat, especially from an accidental bite.”

“I think a big part of me already knew that I wanted to do it,” Yoongi confessed.

“I’m sure you did.”

Namjoon got up from his seat and walked over to Yoongi, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Give Jimin some time to calm down and then go talk to him. I’ll do the same. And then invite her to dinner, the others should meet her.”

Yoongi nodded, not willing to go against an explicit order from his leader. He was relieved that the man had taken it easy on him. He was almost at the door when a low chuckle made him turn back around.

“You weren’t too far off, though,” Namjoon commented.

“Excuse me?”

“You were right to be jealous. I would have gone after her if you hadn’t done it first,” the leader’s eyes reached up to meet his and there was an unusual darkness to them. “A shame really. Oh, well,” Namjoon walked back to the desk and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

Yoongi took that as his cue to leave

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“So yeah, that’s pretty much it.”

Jungkook loved having a new friend outside of his pack. Don’t get him wrong, the others were his family and he’d do anything for them. But in situations like the one that had happened the other day, when internal conflict arose, he needed someone to vent (and gossip) with.

It also helped that you had the sweetest, most comforting smell ever.

“That’s rough,” you replied, sipping on your coffee. “Joining a new pack seems already tough on its own, but doing it when some members already have something against you…” you added thoughtfully. You couldn’t help but think that Jungkook’s story sounded a bit too similar to your own accidental bite. Finding out that Yoongi and Namjoon were members of the same pack was already a huge coincidence, there was no way Jungkook could be part of it too, right?

“I think most of us are actually excited to meet her,” Jungkook replied, biting into his croissant. “Well, except for Jimin hyung.”

“Why’s that?”

Jungkook bought some time by chewing slower than usual.

“It’s complicated.”

You nodded your head in understanding. It hadn’t been too long since you started hanging out, so it was perfectly normal for Jungkook to not feel comfortable telling you personal details about the other members of his pack.

“The only thing I worry about is hyung getting his heart broken. It happened once before, to another member. It was horrible,” Jungkook commented.

“What happened?”

“Our pack leader had a fianceé a few years back. They were high school sweethearts and had been bonded for who knows how long. He thought she was the love of his life.”

Jungkook paused, just thinking about it made him feel sad.

“She cheated on him with someone he trusted. The pain we all felt when their bond broke was so intense, I can’t even imagine how it must have felt like for him.”

You stared at Jungkook with wide eyes. You had heard about broken mating bonds before, but hadn’t actually met anyone who experienced it first hand.

“Did he recover?” you asked, surprisingly concerned.

“He did. Our leader is a very strong man,” Jungkook smiled proudly. “But it wasn’t an easy process. And it definitely changed him.”

Your phone buzzed on the table, and you picked it up, reading the incoming text message from Yoongi. 

“Wow,” Jungkook said, attracting your attention. You blushed under the sudden intensity in his stare. “Who is that? Your scent got so much sweeter the second you looked at the screen, it's insane,” the alpha closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, unable to control the urge.

A beta male passed by your table with his gaze fixed on you, apparently also drawn in by your scent. Jungkook growled subtly at him, a warning that made the man quicken his pace.

Jungkook’s sharp eyes followed the beta until he got out of sight, just then returning to you, much rounder and doe like. The duality of the alpha in front of you was astounding.

“Has your scent ever gotten you in trouble?” Jungkook asked.

“A couple of times. It’s part of the reason why I don’t go out much and always wear scent blockers to work,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

“You do smell a bit different than the last time we met, I’m noticing now,” Jungkook’s nose scrunching was in full action.

“Different how?” You panicked, trying to remember if you had skipped deodorant that morning.

“You smell… familiar?”

“That’s weird.” You hadn’t told Jungkook about the bite on your neck and the hoodie you were wearing covered it up completely. You knew he had a very potent nose, but would it be possible for him to smell your mate on you? “Jungkook, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What’s the name of this pack member who marked an omega?”

“Why?” he frowned.

“Because…” you sighed and pulled your hoodie’s collar to the side, showing him the bite on your neck and Jungkook’s eyes got impossibly large.

“ You’re Yoongi hyung’s mate?!” he exclaimed in complete disbelief.

“I’m afraid so,” you kept your head low.

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m sorry,” you said the first words that came to your head.

“Wait, why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know, it just feels like I did something wrong. I never meant to cause any problems for your pack, I swear.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that okay?” Jungkook reached out over the table and took your hands in his. “We’ll work it out, we always do,” he offered you a sympathetic smile. “And look on the bright side, at least now you know you have me on your side! I’ll look out for you.”

“Thanks, Kook.”

………

Jungkook was pissed.

He had managed to keep up his happy-go-lucky facade until you went your separate ways, he didn’t want to worry you any further. But now, alone in his room, he felt like punching something. And that’s exactly what he did.

The sandbag hanging from the ceiling in the corner of his room swished back and forth with the force of Jungkook’s punches. He didn’t bother wearing any gloves. The soft skin on his knuckles got red and sore, but he didn’t stop until a bit of blood started coming out.

Good. 

He wanted it to hurt. 

Jungkook fell backwards on his bed, sweaty and exhausted, his head spinning with thoughts about how he wished things had worked out differently.

He liked you. And for a while he thought that you might like him back. Had it all been wishful thinking on his part? Had he misread the signs?

Whatever, none of it mattered anymore, because now you were his hyung’s mate and he would have to respect that. The thought of never being able to hold you or call you his, reignited his anger.

So despite how tired and worn out he felt, Jungkook got up and started swinging again.

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From the moment Jimin first laid eyes on Yoongi, he knew he was attracted to the alpha. There was something about him that drew Jimin in like a magnet. He couldn’t tell what it was exactly. Perhaps the contrast between his stoic face and the kindest, deepest eyes Jimin had ever seen. Or maybe the fact that he had hands twice the size of his own. Or that he always seemed to care for those around him, efficiently but quietly, oh that was definitely a turn on for Jimin.

When Hoseok first introduced them to each other at a casual bar hangout, Jimin felt a bit intimidated. Even though the man was the same height as him, his aura seemed much bigger than his physical frame. Behind his quiet demeanor, there was a fierceness, a powerful force that exuded from him.

However, they quickly warmed up to each other, and Jimin learned how kind and thoughtful Yoongi was towards the people he cared for. What was initially a crush, driven mostly by lust, gradually turned into something deeper as Jimin's fondness towards Yoongi grew.

At some point, he stopped trying to fight it and started giving out signs, even flirting with the man in subtle ways. Jimin’s interest towards Yoongi became clear to everyone in their group of friends, but Yoongi didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings. Although he never shut Jimin down, he didn’t entertain his antics either.

……

“ Happy birthday, dear Hobi! Happy birthday to you!! !”

“Blow the candles, hyung!”

“Woooo!!”

“Thanks, guys!” 

Hoseok blew the candles on the cake, earning even more claps and excited shouts from his friends. There was nothing he loved more than to be surrounded by his loved ones.

He had been very stressed lately and wasn’t planning on doing anything to celebrate, but Jimin surprised him with a party at the apartment they both shared on campus. He was so moved by the gesture, that he couldn’t help but shed a few tears at the sight of all of his close friends cramped inside the tiny flat.

“You did well,” Yoongi complimented, walking up to Jimin with two beers and handing one to the man. “Hobi seems ecstatic.”

They both took a moment to look at the birthday boy who was currently on the makeshift dance floor, surrounded by Taehyung and Jungkook, the three of them having their own little dance battle.

Yoongi and Jimin shared a look before bursting into laughter. 

“I’m just glad no one spoiled the surprise,” Jimin said once their giggles died down. “Your idea to only tell Joon a couple days before was actually brilliant.”

“Of course it was, I’m a genius,” Yoongi smirked and Jimin felt butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

“Hey, Jimin!” Hoseok suddenly materialized in front of the two alphas. “Come dance!” Hoseok dragged Jimin off as Yoongi watched in amusement, sipping on his beer.

After many more drinks, silly dances and laughter, the party came to an end, with the guests leaving gradually until there were only eight people left.

“We’re gonna head out, guys. See you on Monday,” Namjoon announced with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Oh, can you guys drop me off on the way?” Seokjin asked, getting up from the couch.

“Sure,” Namjoon replied. “You coming, Yoongi?”

“Nah, I’ll give Jimin-ah a hand with the cleaning,” the man replied.

“Suit yourself.” 

The three of them walked out and Hoseok guided the two very drunk maknaes to his room so they could all go to bed.

“Are you sure I don’t need to help?” he asked one last time before calling it a night.

“Birthday boy privileges. You can do all the cleaning when you throw me a party,” Jimin replied.

“Okay,” Hoseok yawned, “goodnight.”

Once the two of them were alone in the living room, Yoongi went straight into cleaning mode, picking up a trash bag and filling it up with the empty bottles and cups scattered around the room. Jimin followed suit and it didn’t take long for the apartment to start looking presentable again.

“Thanks for staying behind to help, I really appreciate it,” Jimin said when they were done, plopping down on the couch side by side.

Yoongi waved his hand, as if to dismiss the comment.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied.

A moment of silence stretched between the two of them and Jimin could tell that something had shifted in the energy between them.

“You can sleep here, if you want,” Jimin offered shyly, keeping his gaze fixed on the wall in front of him.

“On the couch?” Yoongi asked.

Jimin turned to look at the older man and was surprised to find a lopsided grin on his face.

“Wherever you want,” Jimin replied, feeling himself blush. “Except for Hobi’s bed, I think that one’s already at full capacity,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“What about your bed?” Yoongi countered and Jimin felt like he could burst.

There was no way, this had to be a dream. He had imagined many scenarios in his head that ended with him and Yoongi tangled up under the sheets, but none of them started off like this. And especially not with Yoongi initiating it.

“What are you saying?” Jimin finally asked once he recovered his ability to speak.

“I’m not blind, Jimin, I see the way you look at me,” Yoongi shifted slightly closer.

“I didn’t think you were interested.”

“I would be a fool not to be,” Yoongi traced his fingers along Jimin’s jaw gently. “I wasn’t sure it was a good idea at first, but now…”

Yoongi leaned in, closing the distance between them. Jimin melted against him, cherishing the feeling of those soft lips against his own. Reality was so much better than anything his mind had been able to come up with.

“Let’s go to bed,” Yoongi said, breaking the kiss and offering a hand for Jimin to grab. The younger man accepted it, guiding the other to his bedroom and closing the door shut behind them.

**************

“Hey, Jimin-ah.”

Yoongi walked into the dance studio and took in Jimin’s sweaty form. The younger alpha always went hard while practicing, but even more so when something was bothering him.

Jimin looked at him, but didn’t reply. He walked over to his duffel bag and started packing his things to leave.

“I was wondering if we could talk,” Yoongi inquired, his voice as soft as possible.

“Can I decline?” Jimin answered, not looking up.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi decided that an apology was probably the best way to start.

Jimin scoffed lightly.

“Are you?”

“I didn’t want to upset anyone, but especially not you,” Yoongi replied honestly. “I had a lapse of judgment, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Clearly,” Jimin finally looked at him, his gaze heavy with a mixture of feelings, but none of them good.

They stared at each other in silence before Yoongi averted his gaze first.

“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me,” the older alpha said in a low voice.

Jimin bit at his lower lip, a frown on his face.

“I always thought you’d tell me first when the day came that you met someone else.”

“I should have,” Yoongi looked guilty.

“I’ll get over it. Eventually.” Jimin tossed the duffel bag over his shoulder, making his way closer to the door and to Yoongi.

“Namjoon told me to invite her for dinner this weekend.”

Jimin hated it, but tried not to let any emotion show on his face.

“She better be worth it,” he replied in an icy tone, before bumping his shoulder against Yoongi’s as he walked out of the studio, leaving the other man alone and with a heavy feeling in his chest.

……

“Are you good?” Taehyung asked with wide eyes when Jimin slammed the front door shut, announcing his arrival.

“Sorry,” Jimin apologized half heartedly, marching to his room.

Taehyung sighed, conflicted on whether he should go after the other man or not, but did so anyway. He knew his best friend was hurting and needed support.

“Did something happen?” Taehyung asked when he managed to catch up to him.

Jimin pulled Taehyung inside his room and shut the door.

“He’s bringing her here this weekend!” 

Taehyung didn’t know what to say, so he stepped closer and hugged the man, ignoring how sweaty he was from dancing all afternoon. 

“I thought I was over everything, but now…” Jimin allowed himself to be honest, Taehyung’s sudden embrace breaking down his barriers. “I don’t want to see him with someone else.”

Taehyung caressed Jimin’s hair, trying to ease the man even if just a little bit.

“How could he..?” Jimin choked a sob, tears starting to stream down his cheeks, as he buried his face in Taehyung’s chest, hoping everything else would just disappear.

……

“Jimin’s not taking it well,” Hoseok commented to Seokjin when they heard the front door slamming shut.

“Aish, I wish he wouldn’t take it out on our poor doors, I don’t think they can handle it for much longer,” the older man replied.

“I’m worried,” Hoseok looked at him with a grimace.

“Well, there's not much we can do. My mom always said that good food can turn the worst of enemies into friends. Maybe this dinner is a good thing.”

“I don’t know…”

“What happened to my hopeful friend? C’mon, it’s your turn,” Seokjin said, pointing to the pile of cards in between them.

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You were a pile of nerves, sitting in your father’s office. Your mother and him had summoned you suddenly, which was weird considering it was during work hours. They usually did a good job at separating family matters from the work space.

It had been naïve of you to think you could hide the bite from them. They noticed it the second you got home after your night with Yoongi. Once the initial shock wore off, they bombarded you with questions about the alpha, most of which you couldn’t answer, much to their dismay.

Even though they were ecstatic by you finally finding a mate, the possibility of you being bonded with someone of an inferior status worried them sick. They scolded you for being so careless as to let someone bite you before even running it by them first.

Today, however, they both walked into the office sporting satisfied smiles, which confused you. Weren’t you here for a second round of scolding?

“Ah, my dearest daughter!” Your mother came up from behind you, hugging your shoulders in a loving way she hadn’t done in a long time.

Your father sat across from you, looking very happy.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“You’ve done very well, dear. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint us,” your mother complimented, letting go of you and taking the chair next to yours.

“What are you talking about?”

“We did some research on your suitor and his pack,” your father started.

“How? I don’t even know the name of his pack,” you were shocked.

“Which is very poor judgment on your part, but gladly things worked out for the best,” your mother scolded lightly.

“Did you really have no idea of who he was prior to this?” your father asked, truly baffled by how you could have been so trusting.

“We didn’t talk about our families, he doesn’t know about you guys either.”

“So you had no clue he’s on what’s considered one of the top five most influential packs in the country?”

“What?!” you almost screamed at your father’s revelation. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all, dear,” your mother picked up one of the folders on your father’s desk. You noticed there were seven of them.

“Min Yoongi, second oldest of the Bangtan pack, big time music producer, born in Daegu,” your father recited from memory. “Unfortunately we couldn’t find much information about his life before he moved to Seoul, but what we did find more than makes up for it.”

“I have to say, after your sister blew the date with the oldest of their pack, I was very upset. But I guess the unexpected victories really do taste sweeter,” your mother admitted, grinning from ear to ear.

Your head was spinning with so much information being thrown your way. You grabbed all of the files on the table, opening them one by one and being even more surprised to realize that you recognized almost all of them, except for two.

Other than Namjoon, the cute art enthusiast and your doe eyed yoga buddy Jungkook, your jaw dropped at the sight of your sister’s date Seokjin and the stranger you had let drive your car, learning that his name was Hoseok.

Upon remembering the talk with Jungkook, you picked up Jimin’s file. The man smiling in the pictures was gorgeous and he seemed like a sweet, cheery guy. 

Park Jimin, born in 1995, along with Kim Taehyung, the other man you didn’t recognize (although his face seemed oddly familiar for some reason). A world renowned dancer, with many prizes and a pristine reputation. He now owned a successful dance studio with Hoseok, who was also a well respected dancer.

Jungkook’s words echoed in your head. Why would this Jimin be opposed to you and Yoongi being mates? Did he not think you were good enough for the alpha and their pack?

“Something wrong, sweetie?” your mother asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“No, it’s just a lot of information to take in all at once,” you responded, not wanting to encourage her prying. “Can I borrow these, dad?”

“Sure, we can make other copies,” he replied nonchalantly. “It’s good that you learn more about them and their businesses anyway.”

Your father’s tone let you know that he probably had some ulterior motives in approving your involvement with Yoongi’s pack, but you didn’t dwell on it much, too exhausted to think about what he expected to gain from it.

After what felt like an eternity, your parents allowed you to leave, but not before singing you many more praises. Funny how this one single incident had managed to turn you from the dark sheep of the family into the apple of their eyes.

…….

It was Wednesday night and you were already exhausted. If it was any other regular Wednesday, you’d be looking forward to your karaoke session with Yoongi and to relaxing on the weekend, but this week was different.

Yoongi had called and invited you to have dinner with his pack on Saturday. That probably meant your karaoke session the night before would also be awkward, with a cloud of worry looming over both of your heads. You wondered if it would be okay to skip it this week.

At first, you thought that having familiar faces around was a good thing, but the closer it got to the actual date, the more your anxiety grew. You contemplated talking to Jungkook about it, but ended up deciding against it. Even though he said you could count on him to make you feel welcomed, you could sense that he wasn’t being completely honest. The alpha had expressed on previous occasions how much he hated it when his members fought. Did he resent you for being the cause of it all? Maybe you should also skip yoga tomorrow.

“There you are, I’ve been looking around for you,” Meyra said as she stepped out on the terrace of your parents house, a pep to her step indicating that she was in a much better mood than you. “How long have you been hiding up here?”

“Not long enough,” you replied with a sigh as she took a seat next to you.

“I swear, I can't understand you sometimes,” she rolled her eyes.

“Honestly, I can’t either,” you let out a humorless chuckle.

“Anyone in your position would be beaming right now. Hell, I know I would!”

“I’m just worried. I never pictured myself getting into a situation like this. What if his pack hates me?”

“Just don’t give them any reason to. Be nice and I’m sure everything will workout fine,” she gave you a reassuring smile. “Mom and dad are over the moon about this.”

“I know,” you scoffed.

“I think mom was starting to give up on the idea of you finding a mate.”

“Mom never gives up. I’m sure as soon as she had managed to set you up, she would turn her attention right back to me.”

“Oh, I’m glad you brought that up actually,” your sister straightened her posture, doing her best to sound nonchalant. “About Seokjin…”

“Ah, so that’s why you wanted to talk…” you huffed, realizing your sister’s true intentions. She had a lot more in common with your mother than she was willing to admit, although unlike your mother, she at least tried to be subtle.

“Just hear me out, okay? I really liked him and I was wondering if you could put in a good word for me? Pretty please?” she pleaded, doing her best impression of puppy eyes.

“I thought your date went terribly.”

“I never said that! He did seem a bit distracted, yeah, but maybe he was having an off day. He’s a pretty busy guy, so he probably had a lot on his mind with work and stuff.”

“I don’t even know him, though…”

“Yet. Please, sis! I’ll never ask you for anything ever again.”

You knew that was a lie. Of course she would ask you for many more favors in the future. She always did.

Meyra wasn’t a bad person, not at all. But you were complete opposites. While you had a more private, independent personality, your sister was always oversharing and longing for other people’s approval. Especially your mother’s. You knew it wasn’t your place to judge, but you couldn’t help it sometimes.

“I can’t promise anything. But if it does come up, I’ll talk to him about it,” you compromised.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best sister in the whole wide world!” She jumped up excitedly, before smacking kisses on both of your cheeks.

Even though she was a year older than you, it certainly felt like the opposite sometimes.

“Let’s get back inside, I have a few ideas on dresses you could wear for the big dinner,” Meyra offered and you agreed, following behind her quietly.

…….

Turns out you didn’t need to worry about running into Jungkook in your weekly yoga class, because the alpha didn’t show up. It wasn't like him to skip, and you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or concerned.

You shot him a text, to which he replied hours later, giving the excuse that he had pulled an all nighter and missed his alarm. You wondered if he was lying, but tried not to dwell on it too much.

On Friday, you were glad about not cancelling on Yoongi. As soon as your eyes landed on him, you felt immediately better. The growing feeling of uneasiness that had haunted you all week from being separated for too long finally subdued.

It also got you thinking about how you really ought to do more research on bonding and how the body reacted to it, you were definitely lacking in the knowledge department.

Yoongi pulled you into his arms, scenting you diligently until his own scent was all over you. Only then did he pull back, a satisfied smirk on his face. It felt good knowing that you weren’t the only one affected by the separation.

“I missed you,” he admitted, finally giving you a greeting kiss.

“Me too,” you leaned into his touch. “I felt weird all week. Like there was an itch I couldn’t scratch,” you confided in him.

“It’s the bond talking. It’ll get easier with time.”

“You’ve done this before?” you were suddenly a bit taken back. It occurred to you just how much you both had rushed into things. You had never talked about previous relationships or mates. In fact, there was a lot you still didn’t know about each other.

Yoongi picked up on your slight scent change.

“Not a romantic bond. But when the pack members and I first bonded, it was hard to be separated for long periods of time.”

You nodded, but your expression still looked concerned.

“There’s something I have to tell you. My parents did a little… ‘digging’ on you and your pack,” you looked slightly ashamed at having to admit to your parents' indiscretions.

Yoongi stiffened almost imperceptibly at your words.

“I’ve realized that Namjoon isn’t the only one I’ve met. Actually, the only ones I haven’t are Jimin and…” you scrunched up your nose, trying to remember the other stranger’s name. “Taehyung?”

Yoongi nodded and listened intently as you recalled how you had run into each of them.

“Wow, that’s…”

“I know, right?”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, both mulling over the many strange coincidences that had led you up to this moment.

“Seems like I was destined to join the Bangtan pack one way or another, huh?” you joked awkwardly, trying to lighten up the mood. Yoongi, however, didn’t look amused in the slightest.

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“ Why would you leave your house just to go back to it? I’ll get myself there, don’t worry about it ,” you had told Yoongi the night before, turning down his offer to pick you up before dinner with his pack.

Right now, you wondered if that had been the right choice. The distance between the elevator and their front door seemed like miles and not far enough at the same time. You were a pile of nerves and your senses were all heightened.

Even though Yoongi reassured you that he would talk to Seokjin and Hoseok about your previous chance encounters, you couldn’t help but anticipate the awkwardness that would probably ensue once you actually met up with them.

You cursed the high heels your sister convinced you to wear, regretted the dress that suddenly felt too tight and even the scent blocker glued to your neck felt itchy. You wondered if it was too late to just turn back and run away.

Before you could talk yourself into an escape plan, your hand reached out to ring the doorbell. Yoongi opened it instantly, like he had been planted by the door, waiting for your arrival. His eyes roamed over your figure before holding your gaze.

“You look amazing,” he complimented, reaching out to kiss your cheek, and his alpha whined internally at not being able to smell you properly. “Scent blockers?”

At his question, you brushed your hair out of the way, revealing the tiny patch.

“I thought it might be a good idea. One omega, seven alphas…”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi regretted not being the one to think of this. He remembered how the others had acted while talking about your scent, especially Namjoon. It was probably for the best. “Come on in.”

You walked timidly, eyes darting around looking for any sign of the others.

“They’re in the dining room,” Yoongi replied, reading your mind. He did it so often that you were starting to get convinced the alpha had actual psychic abilities.

Yoongi held your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as he guided you through the fancy apartment, the skinship soothing your nerves a bit.

You were almost reaching the dining room when Jungkook showed up. You had only ever seen him in casual sports clothes, so your eyes widened at the sight of your friend all dressed up, as if ready to impress. Somehow, he looked even more handsome, something you didn’t think was possible.

“Hi,” Jungkook greeted, coming up to you with a cute shy smile. He took a glimpse at the way your hands were intertwined with Yoongi’s and his smile faltered a bit. “Don’t be nervous, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you replied with a sigh, mirroring his expression. You were glad to realize that having him there did in fact seem to help you calm down. “Oh, what happened to your hands?” you asked upon noticing the bandages wrapped around his knuckles. You let go of Yoongi, stepping closer to Jungkook and picking his hands up to take a better look. The man avoided your eyes, blushing slightly.

“I went a little too hard while boxing the other day, nothing to worry about. It’s not hurting anymore,” he lied.

“Is this the reason why you skipped class this week?” you asked him with your hands on your hips, making Yoongi chuckle at your suddenly sassy demeanor.

“No, I told you already, I overslept,” he replied with big eyes, a look so powerful that it would probably be capable of making even the police set him free after confessing to a heinous crime.

“So you weren’t avoiding me?” you asked in a small voice.

“Of course not, why would I avoid you?”

“I don’t know, I thought you might be angry at me for causing disagreements within your pack.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged a glance.

“I would never be mad at you for that, none of what’s happening is your fault,” Jungkook replied, looking very sincere in his words.

“You mean it?”

“Of course.”

“And if they want to blame anyone, it should be me,” Yoongi added. Jungkook frowned slightly, but didn’t react further to the older man’s statement.

Finally, both members escorted you to the dining room, where the others  awaited.

“Welcome!” Namjoon greeted, standing up from his seat at the head of the table, a big smile on his face. “It’s great to see you again.”

You replied with a shy smile and a polite bow, unsure of how to act now that you found yourself in front of six pairs of eyes.

Wait, six?

“Unfortunately one of our members wasn’t able to make it tonight, but you’ll have the opportunity to meet him soon enough,” Namjoon answered your unspoken question. Great, so all of them could read minds.

Yoongi guided you around the table, helping with your chair before taking his own seat, between you and the leader.

“Nice to meet you all,” you began. “Properly this time,” you directed at Hoseok and Seokjin, earning smiles from the men.

“Not gonna lie, I feel a bit left out,” the man next to Jungkook said and you recognized him as being Taehyung. Ah, so Jimin was the one missing. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach.

“So,” Namjoon spoke up after you exchanged proper introductions with the men and the staff started bringing out foods and drinks. “This is a new and unexpected situation for all of us. Even though we knew it would happen someday, we didn’t think it would come so soon.”

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in his seat and you placed a hand on his thigh, under the table. He took it and seemed to relax a bit.

“How have you been feeling since the bite?” Namjoon asked, straight to the point.

“Okay, for the most part.”

You weren’t used to being the center of attention or talking about your feelings. Although he sported a friendly expression, Namjoon's eyes seemed clinical, analyzing.

“No itchiness, irritability, feelings of uneasiness while away from your mate?”

Your eyes widened at his correct guesses and he smiled smugly.

“I’ve done some research. Our pack has experienced broken bonds in the past and we’d like to avoid another one as much as possible.”

It finally dawned on you that Namjoon was the wolf Jungkook had told you about. Growing up, you always heard about the effects of a broken bond, how it could make both your mind and body sick, driving you to madness or even death in some extreme cases. But Namjoon seemed perfectly fine. It made you look at him with new found respect.

“It’s hard being separated for too long,” you admitted, taking a sip of your drink. You felt guilty about putting them through so much trouble, the least you could do was answer his questions honestly.

“I figured that would be the case. Yoongi has probably talked to you about it, but as pack leader I feel it is my duty to announce it properly.”

There were some confused glances exchanged around the table and you looked at Yoongi, trying to understand what Namjoon was talking about, but he avoided your eyes.

“I’ve scheduled a meeting with your father on Monday. We’re going to make a courtship offer and, if everything goes well, you should come live with us. Preferably as soon as possible.”

“What?!” Taehyung exclaimed from across the table, mirroring your own internal reaction. “Are you sure this is a good idea? Does Ji-“

“Our priority should be to avoid a broken bond,” Namjoon cut him off.

“The two of us could just stay at my apartment,” Yoongi countered.

“Nonsense,” Namjoon dismissed the idea. “As your mate, she’s part of our pack, even if unofficially for now. But only until we settle things with her parents.”

“I don’t want to give you guys any more trouble,” you said.

“Seems a bit late for that,” Seokjin replied with an apologetic smile.

“It’s settled, then”, Namjoon announced just as the main meal was served.

As delicious as the food was, you didn’t have much of an appetite.

.......

“Feels weird, right?” Hoseok approached you later in the evening when your party moved from the dining area to the living room. “I feel like we know each other, but not at all at the same time.”

“That’s a good way to put it,” you reciprocated his friendly expression.

Hoseok is someone that just has an aura of goodness around him. Everything about the man screams happiness and comfort. From his open smile to the way he confidently carries himself, he just made you feel safe.

You remembered the night of your first encounter, in the parking lot of a restaurant. Even though he was a complete stranger, you trusted him enough to give him the keys to your car and let him whisk you away. Looking back, it seemed like a really stupid and foolish thing for a female omega to do. But there was just something about Hoseok that told you everything would be alright.

“Can I ask you something?” he said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Shoot.”

“Who was the man chasing after you that day at the restaurant? You seemed really stressed,” he frowned at the memory.

“Just someone my mom tried to set me up with. She tricked me into going to the restaurant that evening, under the pretense of having dinner with her and my sister. But when I showed up, there was just her and that guy. She introduced us and left soon after. He was the son of some big shot and a very unpleasant person. I tried to stick it out for my mom’s sake, but he started acting weird and I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I ran away when he went to use the restroom,” you said, ending your explanation with a shrug.

“Damn,” was all the alpha managed to reply.

“Sounds like our mothers would get along really well,” Seokjin piped in, joining the conversation.

“They probably do already. They did set you up on a date with my sister,” you gave him an awkward smile.

“Oh right. Kinda forgot about that,” he looked at his feet, suddenly shy.

“Wow, that unremarkable, huh?”

“I’m sorry. Don’t get me wrong, your sister is lovely. We just had no chemistry whatsoever.”

“I totally get it, no need to apologize,” you gave him an understanding smile, deciding not to push the topic further. His answer was enough for you to conclude that there was no possibility of Meyra romancing the alpha. You hoped she wouldn’t make a big fuss about it.

“Had your fair share of bad dates?” Seokjin asked.

“Not that many, but enough to make me stop trying to find a mate.”

“Guys, can I steal her for a second?” Namjoon showed up by your side, two drinks in hand.

“Sure thing,” Seokjin replied with a smile before walking away with Hoseok. Namjoon handed you one of the glasses and looked at you with a friendly expression, somewhat reminding you of an excited Golden Retriever.

“You guys have an impressive selection here,” you pointed to the painting on the wall.

“I’m glad you think so. Maybe I’ll show you my full collection one day, if that’s something you would be interested in.”

“I’d love that.”

“We’ll set it up,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink while keeping his eyes focused on yours. “So, you and Yoongi, huh?”

“Yeah… What a coincidence, right?”

“I don’t really believe in coincidences,” Namjoon said, completely serious.

“Oh, yeah? What do you believe in, then?”

“Destiny. Fate. Do you?”

“Not really. But I respect it, though,” you answered with a cheeky smile, much to Namjoon’s amusement.

From the other side of the room, Yoongi watched the conversation. He took note of how you and Namjoon interacted, seeming to bounce off of each other with ease. There seemed to be an underlying tension between you, something Yoongi hadn’t noticed in your interactions with Jungkook, which seemed a lot more easy going. This realization concerned Yoongi a bit. 

“We can go if you’re tired,” Yoongi offered, approaching you. He ignored Namjoon’s burning stare at his interruption.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost two.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so late already. Yeah, let’s go,” you replied, slipping your hand in his.

After saying your goodbyes and while waiting for Yoongi to get his things, you found yourself admiring the painting in the entrance hall of the penthouse, right in front of the main door. At your arrival, you had been too nervous to pay proper attention to it, but now you were completely mesmerized by the piece. Not only was it of extremely high quality technically speaking, it also had a lot of depth, awakening a certain feeling of melancholy in you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Taehyung spoke up suddenly, startling you. He moved so quietly that you hadn’t even noticed him approaching. “The painting, I mean.”

You nodded, glancing down at the signature, a simple ‘ V ’. You had heard of this painter before and also seen some of his work in exhibitions , including outside the country. Despite the fact that he quickly grew in popularity in the last few years, the artist’s true identity remained a mystery and a lot of rumors circled around his pseudonym.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” Taehyung asked, a curious look on his face.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, even though his face kept bothering you with how familiar it looked.

“Hm, I’m probably mistaking you for someone else, I apologize.”

“It’s okay,” you gave him a polite smile and he mirrored it.

Taehyung walked away then, leaving you alone, for just a minute before Yoongi joined you.

“I’m all set, let’s go.”

.......

“That went well,” Yoongi said as you both entered his apartment. Not wanting to be separated from you, he had suggested for the two of you to go back to his place instead of dropping you off at your parents' home.

“You think so?” you looked at him with doubt written all over your face.

“I know so,” he kissed your forehead, wrapping you into a hug.

“What about Jimin?”

“What about him?” Yoongi frowned, loosening his hold on you.

“Jungkook told me he might have a hard time accepting this.”

“Did he now?” Yoongi tried his best not to let any emotion transpire on his face.

“Why wasn’t he there today?”

As much as you didn’t want to seem pushy, your inner omega feared that Jimin might be an obstacle in your relationship with Yoongi. What if he convinced your mate that you weren’t worthy of him, of them?

“Don’t worry about him, okay? There are some things that he’s working through right now, but I’m sure you two will get along once he gets the chance to meet you.”

You didn’t really feel like dropping the topic just yet, but Yoongi wiggled closer to you and started kissing your neck.

“Are you trying to distract me?” you asked and the man smirked.

“Is it working?”

“A little bit.”

Yoongi nibbled on your earlobe as his left hand snaked down your body, feeling up all of your curves, until it rested against your sex. It sneaked under the fabric of your dress and he caressed your pussy over the panties.

“ Tsk ,” his head twitched in disapproval, “this won’t do. Get on the bed.”

Your eyes widened at his commanding tone, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. You walked over to the bed and reached for the zipper on the back of your dress. Yoongi stopped you, placing his hand on top of yours. He stood behind you, taking over and slowly dragging the zipper down at a torturous pace.

“Yoongi…” you whined.

“What do you want, Kitty?” he asked against your ear. He trailed kisses down the side of your neck, reaching your shoulder and biting it lightly.

You barely recognized yourself. If someone had told you last year that an alpha would have you wrapped around his finger like this, you probably would have laughed in their face. But Yoongi just had a way of making you want to give in and fully submit. For the first time in your life, you felt like you could let down your walls and allow someone to take care of you.

“Want you to fill me up,” you replied in a breathy tone.

You felt him smile against your skin, kissing your shoulders and letting go of your dress, the material falling to the ground on a lump around your feet. 

“Lie down for me, beautiful,” he said and you promptly obeyed.

Yoongi climbed over you, capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss that had you seeing stars. He pulled back to unzip his pants, quickly getting rid of the garment.

You started to roll over, completely driven by your instinct to present to the alpha, but Yoongi held you in place, peppering kisses over your forehead and cheeks, until he reached your lips once again.

“Want to look at you this time.”

He placed his hands on the back of your thighs, spreading them apart so he could fit right in the middle. The pressure of his cock pressing against your entrance clouded your mind with lust, and you let out a needy moan as he breached you at the same agonizing pace at which he had taken off your dress.

“You're so pretty,” Yoongi said, slowly pulling in and out of you in languid strokes. “Taking my cock so well.”

At this point, you were dripping wet and Yoongi used his teeth to rip out the scent blocker on  your neck, allowing your sweet scent to immediately fill up the entire room. Yoongi took a deep breath in, feeling himself grow harder, if that was even possible.

He picked up a bit more speed, slamming his pelvis against yours and going even deeper. You moaned in unison, squelching sounds reverberating through the walls as Yoongi took you higher with each snap of his hips.

One of his hands reached between your legs, gently rubbing against your clitoris and a few times were enough to have you gripping down on his cock and cumming harder than you ever had.

“ Shit ,” Yoongi cursed through gritted teeth, your tight hold on him too much, and he let go, cumming inside of you with a deep moan.

He laid on top of you, careful as to lean over to the side and not drop his full weight on you. He kissed the tip of your nose before pulling out, a couple drops of semen running out of you as he did it.

Yoongi used two fingers to push it back inside, kissing your inner thigh and closing your legs so none of his seed could escape.

At this point, your head was starting to clear up and you looked at the man with an amused expression.

“What was that for?” you asked.

“Instincts,” he shrugged and laid down, tangling your bodies together.

Chapter Text

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

Namjoon and Yoongi took turns introducing themselves to your father. Neither of them had ever gone through the process of courting an omega before and they hoped everything would go as smoothly as possible.

Yoongi felt especially anxious, given he was the one who had marked an omega without any prior agreement. Even though he despised this archaic tradition, he also didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with your family.

“Whiskey?” your father offered and the men accepted just to be polite. None of them intended on really drinking it, they needed to keep a clear head and make a good first impression.

“So, let’s get to it, shall we?” your father clasped his hands together, turning his attention to Yoongi. “I can see you’re a bit nervous, son, but I assure you there’s no need for that. Neither my wife nor I take offense to your premature bite. Although we think it would have been better to do things the proper way, we both agree that you’re a suitable suitor for our daughter.”

Yoongi felt a bit relieved by the statement, but it also kind of rubbed him off the wrong way.

“Hell, I should actually thank you!” your father continued. “Her mother and I were starting to think she may never find a mate after all.”

“Any alpha would be lucky to bond with your daughter, sir. We’re happy to welcome her into our pack,” Namjoon countered.

“Good luck, she’s a stubborn one,” your father replied with a chuckle. “But what’s done is done. All we have to look forward to now is the future.”

“On that we can agree on.”

“What’s your offer?” your father asked, giving up on his attempt at friendly chit chat.

Yoongi slid a folded piece of paper over the desk and your father picked it up with barely contained excitement. His eyes widened upon reading the number written on it and he cleared his throat, trying to compose himself under the two pairs of observant eyes.

“This will suffice. Welcome to the family, son,” he extended a hand to Yoongi, shaking it to seal the deal.

“We would like for her to move in with us as soon as possible,” Namjoon spoke up. “Our main priority is to make sure their bond solidifies properly.”

“Of course. It’s all up to her now, I have no objections.”

After a few parting words, the Bangtan members left the office, satisfied with the outcome.

“Now I think I understand why she doesn’t talk much about her family,” Yoongi spoke first once they had gotten back to their car.

“Man treated it like he would any other business transaction. Kind of reminded me of Jin’s dad.”

“Not gonna lie, the whole thing felt wrong. Talking about a person, especially his daughter, like that, like she’s just a piece of furniture or something.”

“I agree, but at least that’s over with. Let’s not dwell on it much.”

Yoongi nodded and started the car, pulling out of the company’s parking lot and driving them home.

.......

“Your father just called. Him and your alpha have come to an agreement. Thought you’d like to know,” your mother informed, popping her head inside your bedroom.

“Oh, thanks for letting me know,” was all you managed to get out. It felt incredibly weird to think that Yoongi had basically just bought you from your parents. You were glad it was him, though.

“Aren’t you curious to know how much they settled on?”

“Not really,” you lied. Just thinking about your life’s value being determined by someone else made you nauseous.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted, leaning on the door frame. “I don’t know what you did to that boy, but whatever it was, keep it up.”

With that enigmatic phrase, your mother turned around as if to leave, but paused on her tracks.

“Oh, I almost forgot. They want you to move in with them soon.”

“I know,” you replied less than enthusiastically and she left without another word.

“Is it done?!” your sister Meyra showed up not long after, surely after hearing the news from your mother.

“Yep.”

“Oh, I’m going to miss you, sis!” She threw her arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m not leaving yet. I have to pack and take care of some things before that happens.”

“I’m so jealous!” Meyra continued, completely ignoring you. “Never thought my baby sister would get a mate before me.”

“I’m sure you’ll find yours soon.”

“Ah, I hope so! And don’t you dare have any pups yet!”

“Definitely not in the plans, don’t worry about it.”

Everything was happening so fast since Yoongi had bit you. It felt like you were on a rollercoaster and you were so ready for things to settle down again.

“Speaking of, how was dinner with them? Tell me everything!” Meyra plopped down next to you on the bed, barely able to contain her excitement.

You gave her a summarized account of the events as she clung onto your every word.

“How about Seokjin? Did you guys talk about me at all?” she asked expectantly.

“We did. I’m sorry, but I don’t think he’s interested. It may be best for you to let it go.” 

You didn’t mean to be harsh, but fueling your sister’s delusions probably wouldn’t do anyone any good. Even though Meyra didn’t throw a fit, which was the reaction you expected from her, you could tell she wasn’t pleased by your words. You really hoped she would take your advice and turn her sights somewhere else.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” she said, getting up from the bed. “If you need any help with packing or the move, let me know.”

.......

“What are you doing?”

Hoseok entered Jimin’s room hoping to borrow one of his cashmere sweaters and was surprised to find the other man shoving things inside an open suitcase.

“Moving out,” Jimin replied without sparing him a glance.

“I take it you heard the news, then.”

“Yeah, Jungkook just told me. I’m going to my apartment. I need some time away from… all of this.”

“Oh, Jimin,” the older man moved closer to his friend, wrapping him in his arms. Jimin didn’t fight it, just relaxing in his friend’s embrace. They hugged for a while, until Hoseok finally let go.

“I know it might seem childish and like I’m running away from my problems, but I can’t stand being around Yoongi right now. And I definitely cannot meet her.”

“I get it. Take your time,” Hoseok started helping, by folding shirts that were spread out on the bed. “Did you tell Namjoon?”

“I did. He wasn’t too pleased, but he understood.”

Hoseok nodded. The two men kept folding clothes and arranging them inside the suitcase in silence, until everything was ready to go.

“For what is worth, I genuinely think Yoongi regrets the way he went about things,” Hoseok was the first one to speak.

“I know. But it doesn’t change how it made me feel,” Jimin replied, closing the suitcase and pulling it into an upright position. “Well, I’ll be off now.”

“Don’t forget to eat, okay?”

“Aish, why are you acting like we won’t be seeing each other? We literally work together, remember? I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Okay. Take care, brat,” Hoseok messed up the other’s hair and threw an arm around the man's shoulders, accompanying him to the door.

*******

The first month was a thrill. Sneaking around, stealing kisses from each other when they thought no one was looking and telling little white lies to friends so they wouldn’t grow suspicious.

In the second month, Hoseok caught them making out on the living room couch, when he ended up coming home earlier than expected after a friend canceled on him. Hoseok was nothing but supportive of Jimin and Yoongi’s relationship. He was thrilled by the idea of two of his best friends being in love with each other.

At the three month mark, Jimin decided to tell Taehyung about it and a big fight broke out. Not because he objected to the relationship. Instead, Taehyung felt betrayed by not having been told earlier. Fortunately, the fight didn't even last a whole night, the two men settling their disagreement by getting drunk under the moonlight, while Taeyung made Jimin promise not to hide anything from him ever again.

Four months in, Jimin got jealous of one of Yoongi’s classmates, a beta who flirted with him at every opportunity.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” Yoongi tried to reassure him.

“Tell her you already have a boyfriend,” Jimin demanded.

It was a recurring argument between them. Jimin wanted to tell everyone and their mama about them being together and it bothered him that Yoongi seemed hesitant to bring it up to people outside of their immediate circle.

“I’m tired of being your little secret,” Jimin said in a hurt tone.

“You’re not a secret, everyone that matters knows about us.”

“Do your parents know?”

“They don’t matter.” Yoongi immediately assumed a defensive posture. “We’ve already told all of our friends, what else do you want from me?” Yoongi got up and walked away, effectively ending the conversation.

A whole two days of no communication passed and, by the time weekend rolled around, Yoongi showed up at Jimin’s doorstep with two matching necklaces, one with each of their initials. His apology was immediately accepted, as Jimin squealed in delight at the gift and quickly clasped the delicate golden ‘Y’ around his neck, vowing to never take it off.

Everyone in their little group of friends was happy for the two men and, for a while, life couldn’t be better for the couple.

Wolves of the same second gender could not establish a romantic bond through the bite. There was still no real explanation as to why it wasn’t possible, but it was one of the reasons why some people looked down on these types of relationships, labeling them as unnatural.

This impossibility didn’t bother Yoongi much, he was content with the way things were. Jimin, however, couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Ever since he presented as an alpha at the age of fourteen, he had dreamed about marking his partner and experiencing the bliss of a mating bond.

They had been together for a little over a year when Namjoon and Yoongi’s record label started to gain recognition and sign with bigger artists. Seokjin’s career was also doing very well, his role in the ‘Most Beautiful Moment in Life’ drama earning him an award as best new talent. 

Even though the three youngest members of the group were yet to graduate from university, Namjoon presented them the idea of forming their own pack together. They all agreed enthusiastically, but no one was happier than Jimin. Not only would he be able to become a family with his best friends, he’d also get the opportunity to establish some form of blood bond with his beloved. Sure, a pack bond was not nearly the same as a mating bond, but it was definitely second best and he’d happily settle for it.

While Hoseok focused on more modern styles of dance and on his goal of one day opening his own dance studio, Jimin’s true loves were classic ballet and contemporary dance. When he graduated, the best dance companies of the country fought tooth and nail to get their hands on him and, honestly, Jimin loved the attention.

The night he signed with his chosen company, Yoongi prepared a celebratory dinner, just for the two of them.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you,” Yoongi told him with a smile as the two drank champagne on a hotel terrace.

“We can definitely be considered a power couple now, can’t we?” Jimin replied with a smirk and Yoongi laughed.

“For sure,” Yoongi clinked their glasses together in celebration.

Jimin’s new position within the dance company required him to spend most of his time rehearsing and traveling for performances. Even though Yoongi tried his best to be supportive, the constant separation and conflict of their schedules started to take a toll on the relationship.

Close to the three year mark, they had hit a rough patch. Even though bickering was an established part of their dynamic since the beginning, it had started to spiral out of control. Small disagreements often turned into huge arguments and they rarely shared moments of intimacy anymore.

Jimin and Yoongi loved each other, they really did. There was no doubt about that. But all of the time apart and the constant fighting started to tear down the foundations of the relationship and, the more time that passed, the less they felt like a couple. Not only that, but a strange feeling of longing started to ignite in them. It felt like something was missing, not only in their relationship, but also in their lives, although neither one could pinpoint exactly what it was.

“We can’t keep going like this forever, you know that,” Yoongi broke the silence as they both sat in their shared bed after another intense argument.

Jimin turned to look at the man, but didn’t say anything.

“I can tell you’re unhappy,” Yoongi added.

“Are you?”

Yoongi sighed.

“I don’t see how we can fix this.”

“What are you saying?” Jimin asked, already bracing himself. His worst fear was coming to life.

“I think we should break up.”

Yoongi’s words pierced through Jimin’s heart like a dagger. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew the relationship wasn’t doing well. But he loved Yoongi so much. He couldn’t picture a future where the two of them weren’t together anymore.

“You’re giving up on us,” Jimin replied, his voice trembling from the tears he tried to suppress.

“I don’t want things to get to a point where we can’t stand each other anymore,” Yoongi explained. His heart also felt incredibly heavy, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of them.

“But I love you,” the tears started rolling down Jimin’s cheeks.

“I love you too. But we can’t keep making each other miserable, it isn’t right.”

Yoongi threw his legs over the edge of the bed, turning away from Jimin.

“There’s this feeling inside of me, that tells me something is missing. I know you feel it too.”

Jimin did. But he wasn’t willing to say it outloud. Whenever he felt it, an itch in the depths of his soul, a longing for something that wasn’t there, that wasn’t Yoongi, he buried it deep down. He wanted so badly to believe that he and Yoongi were endgame, he had convinced himself not to pay any attention to it. But unfortunately for him, Yoongi wasn't willing to ignore it any longer.

The months that followed their break up were a huge period of adjustment, not only to the two ex lovers, but also for the whole pack. Learning how to navigate through this new dynamic wasn’t easy, but everyone did their best.

In the months leading up to the break up, the pack had already been looking for a new, bigger place, something Jimin was incredibly grateful for. He didn’t think he’d be able to keep living in the same room where they had shared so many secrets and created so many memories together.  Also, Yoongi couldn’t keep sleeping on Jin’s floor forever.

It took a lot of effort, but the men eventually reached a place where things were good. Sometimes, when loneliness got the best of either of them (or both), they still found solace in each other. Yoongi chastised himself for giving in to his desires, fearing that these moments could give Jimin hope that they might get back together. But his selfishness didn’t allow him to deny the pleasure that he knew he could always find with the other alpha.

Jimin also felt bad about it and sometimes cried himself to sleep after Yoongi left his bed. He knew he shouldn’t settle for these crumbs of affection, but couldn’t bring himself to put a stop to it.

As the years passed, these occasions became very few and far apart and a new sense of normalcy started to fall over the pack. A new reality where the seven of them were bonded solely by the strings of friendship and platonic soul connections.

In a surprising turn of events, Jimin was actually the first one out of the two to dip his toes back into the dating pool, allowing one of his coworkers to take him on a date. It went well and when Jimin got home that night, he had no clue how to act around Yoongi.

He summoned the man for a serious conversation, so they could establish boundaries of how much they should share with each other.

“I don’t mind hearing about it,” Yoongi replied when questioned if hearing about Jimin’s date would make him uncomfortable. But of course he had always been the least jealous of the two.

“Well, I don’t want to hear about what you do and who you do it with,” Jimin declared.

“Okay,” Yoongi nodded in understanding.

“Unless…” Jimin swallowed hard. “Unless it gets serious. Then I want you to tell me first, give me a heads up and time to prepare before you start bringing them around the others.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

Jimin’s relationship with the fellow dancer ended up not going past four dates and things went back to how they were before. Yoongi didn’t seem too interested in dating either, spending most of his time focused on work. Jimin was sure that Yoongi had his hookups on the low, but then again, so did he.

And just like that, four years flashed by in the blink of an eye.

*******

Jimin sat alone in his apartment, the lights dimmed and a glass of whiskey in his hand. He swirled the liquid around, the ice cubes clinking against each other as the man remained absorbed in his own thoughts. He wasn’t a big fan of whiskey, his drink of choice usually being champagne or soju. However, neither seemed fitting today. So whiskey, it is.

As he looked out at the Seoul skyline, bathed in red hues as the sun made its descent, Jimin wondered if he was being unreasonable. He knew Jungkook was already a friend of yours and the man only had positive things to say about his ‘cute yoga partner who also smelled amazing’. Looking for another point of view, Jimin had approached Taehyung after their dinner with you and asked the man about his first impressions.

“ We didn’t speak much, but she seemed nice,” Taehyung had replied vaguely. Jimin wondered if this was his friend’s attempt at sparing him of how nice (and probably pretty) you truly were.

Eventually, Jimin’s thoughts wandered back to Yoongi. Ever since the end of their relationship, they had focused on building their friendship back, step by step. It was a mutual effort, and it wasn’t the easiest task, but they had done it. In the last couple of years, things had been going especially well and, from an outside perspective, it might even feel like they had never even dated at all.

Jimin struggled with that part a bit. What they had was real and special, and it changed his perception of love in many ways. On one hand, he discovered that love could be giggly nights under the moonlight and caring for each other in an almost selfless way. But on the other hand, he had also learned that love itself wasn’t always enough to keep two people together, no matter how much affection and respect they had for one another.

There was no resentment against Yoongi in Jimin’s heart. So what was it that truly bothered him? Was it the fact that Yoongi had moved on first? Or perhaps the fact that he had, against all odds, managed to establish a mating bond with an omega, something most alphas nowadays could only dream about, including Jimin? What, or who, was he actually jealous of?

Without reaching a conclusion, Jimin downed the rest of his drink and decided to call it a night.

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Every couple of months, your parents held a family dinner at their house. It started after your oldest brother moved out and it had become a tradition ever since.

Baekhyun and you were never that close to begin with and you still saw your other siblings on a regular basis, so you didn’t care much for it at first.

Kwan also moved out after getting married a couple years ago, but you saw him practically everyday at the family company, unlike Baekhyun, who you sometimes forgot even worked at the same place as you.

However, your whole perception changed once Baekhyun’s son was born. Even though you weren’t the biggest fan of his wife, you looked forward to these family dinners, eager for any opportunity to spend time with your nephew Hajoon, who would turn four in a few months. He was your favorite little person in the whole wide world (and honestly the only kid you were glad to spend time with).

“Can’t wait to meet your lover boy,” Kwan teased once he stopped by your office during lunch break, something he did often.

Although he and Meyra were twins, you and him had more in common than the two of them ever did.

“What makes you assume he’ll be there?” you asked before chomping down on a piece of gimbap.

“If you don’t invite him, mom sure will,” he replied matter of factly.

“Ugh,” you leaned back in your chair with an annoyed sigh. You knew your brother was right.

“But I really mean it when I say I’m looking forward to meeting him. Must be quite a guy to make a lone wolf like you want to settle down.”

“He’s great,” you couldn’t avoid breaking into a silly lovesick smile.

With each passing day, you could feel yourself falling more and more in love with Yoongi. Every second you weren’t together, you longed to be by his side, and when you did get to spend time with him, you couldn’t get enough of the alpha. Although the bond had something to do with the exacerbated longing, you knew you adored him regardless of any of that.

Yoongi treated you better than anyone ever had, worshiped your body and made you feel like the luckiest omega alive. Most of your nights since the bite had been spent together at his private apartment and in that time you managed to grow considerably closer to each other.

“What are you afraid of? I know our family isn’t perfect, but he’ll have to meet us at some point. No better time than the present, right?”

“Okay, I’ll talk to him. No guarantees though, he’s pretty busy.”

“So am I. I’m sure he can make some time in his schedule,” your brother crossed his arms and you rolled your eyes in an exaggerated manner, making him chuckle.

As soon as he stepped out of your office, your phone started ringing.

“Hey!” Jungkook’s cheery voice filled the line. “Are you busy right now?”

“Not really, I’m on lunch break. Still got…” you glanced at the wall clock, “…twenty minutes left.”

“I was running some errands nearby, want to grab something to eat?”

“I already ate, but I could go for dessert.”

“Great! Meet you in five.”

You put away the remnants of your food and started making your way to the lobby, quickly stopping by the restroom to make sure you looked presentable.

Jungkook was easy to locate, his casual outfit making him stand out from the company workers, and you were surprised to see he wasn’t alone.

“There you are!” Jungkook exclaimed happily once he spotted you, and Taehyung shot you a friendly smile, which you reciprocated.

You guided them down the street, to a quaint little ice cream shop you visited pretty frequently, as a chatty Jungkook excitedly told you about his day.

After taking your picks, you sat at an outside table. Jungkook dove right in, making sounds that were borderline pornographic with each spoonful that entered his mouth.

“We didn’t really get a chance to talk the other night,” Taehyung directed at you.

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologized, recalling how you had spent most of the evening surrounded by the members you had already met.

“It’s okay. Just thought it might be nice to get to know each other better.”

“Sure, what do you want to know?”

Taehyung took that as an invitation and didn’t hold back, bombarding you with all types of questions about your job, your hobbies and even your childhood, and you did your best to quench his curiosity while also tiptoeing around the topics that made you uncomfortable.

“What about you? What do you do for work?” you asked once the alpha seemed to run out of questions.

“I’m a painter,” he answered with a proud smile.

“I love art!”

“I know, Namjoon hyung said I should show you my atelier sometime.”

“It’d be an honor,” you replied, glad to have found some common interest with the man.

At the night of the dinner, Taehyung had seemed a bit standoffish, keeping mostly to himself. But his carefree and friendly demeanor today made all of your insecurities fade away.

“Jungkook paints too,” Taehyung commented.

“No way! You never told me!” you turned to Jungkook with a surprised expression.

“I’m not that good,” the younger alpha got shy at the compliment.

“Yes, you are! We were both art majors back in university,” Taehyung told you, “that’s actually how we met.”

“Really?” you leaned in closer, eager to hear more.

“Yeah. Picture this: Jungkook, no tattoos and with a lot less muscles than he has now,” you heard the man in question groan next to you, “looking around like a deer in headlights when the teacher told us to pair up for a project...”

*******

“Hey!” Taehyung greeted, sitting down next to the younger alpha, who looked incredibly anxious. “Wanna pair up?”

“Umm… S-Sure.”

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Nice to meet you!”

Jungkook shook the hand extended at him.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“I just transferred here this semester, from Busan.”

“Nice! How do you like Seoul?”

“It’s okay, I guess.”

The two of them got to work, with Taehyung asking new questions every now and then. Although Jungkook felt a bit overwhelmed by all of the attention, he really appreciated the other’s effort to get to know him.

“You know, what? I’m meeting some friends after class. You should come hang with us, if you’re free,” Taehyung offered.

And that’s how Jungkook ended up at a bar he had never been to before, following Taehyung through the crowd until they stopped in front of an occupied table.

“Guys! This is Jungkook!” Taehyung introduced him and he chanced a little wave at the two men already seated. He quickly learned their names, Hoseok and Jimin, both dance majors at the same university.

“Sorry, I’m late!” a tall man ran up to their table, panting hard. His eyes focused on Jungkook and he tilted his head to the side slightly. “Who’s the new guy?”

“I’m Jungkook, nice to meet you,” the young alpha answered, feeling suddenly very shy again.

“He’s Taehyung’s new friend,” Jimin piped in.

“Oh, okay. Nice to meet you, Jungkook!” the tall man smiled and Jungkook was almost blinded by the sight of the cutest dimples he had ever seen. “I’m Namjoon!”

*******

“…and the rest is history,” Taehyung concluded his brief recollection as Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Wow, you really have known each other for a long time,” you said.

“We all met in university. Well, except for Joon and Jin, those two grew up together.”

You looked at your phone and jumped up from your seat, realizing your lunch break had already ended ten minutes ago.

“I’m late, I have to go!” you exclaimed, throwing your bag over your shoulder in a hurry. 

“Wait,” Jungkook held onto your wrist gently, before you could distance yourself from the table. “Might be best to switch your scent blocker first, I’m starting to smell you.”

The alpha’s nose twitched on cue, as if to prove his point.

“Oh, thanks for the reminder,” you replied, pulling a new strip of scent blockers from your purse.

“You always wear those?” Taehyung asked with curiosity.

“At work, yes. I’ve had some… unpleasant experiences in the past.”

You ripped off the old scent blocker from your neck and both alphas perked up, immediately catching a whiff of your sweet smell. It lasted only for a second, as you quickly covered your scent gland with a new one.

“Thanks for the ice cream, guys!” you said, this time jumping to your feet without any interruptions. Both men watched in amusement as you ran out of the shop. 

Once you were out of sight, Taehyung turned to Jungkook.

“I see what you mean now. She definitely has a very unique scent,” he said with a smirk.

Jungkook didn’t say anything, just smiled and picked up the cup you left behind, which still had some ice cream in it.

.......

“What’s this?”

Meyra pulled the stack of files your father had given you containing information about the members of Bangtan from under your bed. After you got home from work, the two of you spent hours shoving your things into boxes. Even though the idea of moving into the penthouse with so many alphas scared you, it was inevitable at this point and so you hoped to get it done as quickly as possible.

“Oh, I had forgotten about these.” You took them from her and skimmed through the pages before placing them down on the bed. 

Meyra picked one of them up and carefully looked through the pages, before moving to place them inside the box containing all of your books.

“I’m not taking those,” you said, stopping her.

“Why not?”

“Can you imagine how awkward it would be if one of the guys found them? Yoongi knows about dad checking up on them, but I’d die of embarrassment if any of the others got their hands on these.”

You grabbed the stack of files from your sister’s hands and entered the closet, placing them on one of the higher shelves.

“It’s weird seeing my room so empty,” you said upon returning back to your sister’s side.

“It really is,” she answered with a sad smile. “What about Shooky, are you taking him?” she lifted the plush toy with one hand.

“I don’t know…” you looked at him with nostalgic eyes.

“You can’t not take him! He’s been your best friend since you were five!” Meyra seemed scandalized.

“Maybe I’ll give him to Hajoon. He’ll take good care of him, I’m sure.”

You picked up the toy and gave him a soft kiss on his round head before laying him comfortably against your pillows.

“Okay! One more box done!” your sister exclaimed after taping a box shut and labeling it.

“I think that’s enough for today. I told Yoongi I’d sleep over at his place tonight.”

“You say that as if you haven't been doing it practically everyday,” your sister teased and you blushed. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’d do the same,” she shrugged.

“Kwan told me I should invite him over for the next family dinner,” you said, a hint of question in your tone.

“I agree. It’s about time the rest of us meet him.”

“Yeah… You’re right. I’ll talk to him tonight.”

.......

You laid down in Yoongi’s bed, fully naked under the blankets as your head rested against his chest. He could tell you had something on your mind, but didn’t want to pry, so he just combed his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp.

“There’s this thing that my family does every once in a while,” you spoke out of the blue, startling the alpha a bit. “We all get together at my parents' house.”

“Who’s we ?

“Me, my parents, my siblings, their wives, my nephew…”

“You have a nephew?”

“I do,” you looked up at Yoongi with a smile. “His name is Hajoon and he’s three. He’s the cutest little bean.”

“When is it?”

“In a couple of weeks, on Sunday. You’re welcome to join us.”

Before Yoongi could answer, you panicked, sitting up on the bed and shaking your hands in front of yourself.

“But only if you want to! No pressure! It’s all good if you can’t.”

“I’ll be there,” Yoongi replied, chuckling at your adorableness and guiding you to rest back down against his chest. “Tell me more about your nephew”, Yoongi said, as a means to get you to relax. He could tell by the way you spoke about the boy that you really loved him.

“Seems like you get along well with kids,” he commented after hearing you blab about the little guy for a few minutes.

“Not really, only with my nephew.”

“We never talked about pups.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden statement and Yoongi felt how your heartbeat picked up.

“We probably should have, huh? Before I marked you,” Yoongi’s fingertips traced the skin on your neck, on the exact spot he had bitten into. Although there was nothing else there anymore, except for a faint red outline, the skin felt incredibly tender and much more sensitive than before.

“I definitely don’t want any right now,” you said after a while.

“And in the future?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll see,” you replied honestly.

“When’s your heat?”

“It used to be around my birthday.”

“Used to?” Yoongi frowned at your unexpected answer.

“I’m on heat suppressants .”

It was Yoongi’s turn to sit up, leaning against the bed frame, the change in position forcing you to do the same.

“Those can be really bad for you. How long have you been taking them?”

“A few years.”

“Years?!”

“I have a great doctor and we’re always doing tests, my health is just fine.”

“Why did you decide to take them, though?”

Truth is, you were miserable during your heats. They usually happened once or twice a year and lasted from four to seven days. For female wolves, these were the only windows of time when they could get pregnant. It was different for male wolves. They could get a female pregnant at any time, their ruts just made them incredibly hornier and allowed them the ability to knot. Nature really did have favorites.

“I had terrible cramps. Way worse than normal, according to my doctor. Some pain medicine helped a little, but the only way to make it stop completely, at least for a while, was with a partner. And I didn’t like having one, so…”

“You do now,” Yoongi replied. 

“It’s still not worth the risk of getting pregnant,” you countered.

“But is it worth ruining your metabolism? Risking infertility?” 

“The chances of that happening are very small,” you tried to reason with him.

“I don’t know… I’m not going to tell you what to do with your body. But I’m definitely not a fan of heat suppressants,” the man said in pout.

“Can we talk about this some other time?” you caressed his cheek. “It’s late and I have work tomorrow.”

The man complied, but you knew this was far from over.

He turned off the lights and you snuggled up to him in a peace offering gesture, not wanting to go to sleep on bad terms. You were almost asleep when Yoongi spoke again.

“Did we just have our first argument?”

You burst out laughing at his comment and he joined in. As you started drifting off to sleep again, you could feel a warmth in your chest as your bond with Yoongi seemed to solidify a bit more.

Chapter Text

Your father granted you a few days off work to focus on the move. The boys had taken turns helping you bring the boxes from your parent’s house to their apartment, but today they were all busy and you had to do it by yourself.

“Finally,” you sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from your temple after getting the last box of the day into Yoongi’s room. You plopped down on his bed and closed your eyes, hoping to catch your breath for a bit, when you heard a noise coming from somewhere in the apartment. 

Startled, your eyes opened instantly. No one was supposed to be home for a couple more hours. You started panicking, thinking that someone might have broken into their apartment. You weren’t wearing any scent blockers, you realized, a very dumb decision on your part. Had another wolf followed you after catching a whiff of your scent? Wouldn’t be the first time. You shivered as a distant memory started paralyzing your mind, but you shook your head and jumped from the bed. This time you wouldn’t get caught by surprise.

You picked up Yoongi’s sword, which hung on his wall as decoration, but kept the cover on. Whoever the intruder was, you didn’t want to cut them, just stun them long enough for you to be able to escape.

You tiptoed out of his suite and down the corridor, following the noise. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen, so you headed in that direction. Hiding close to the open door, you saw a shadow projected on the ground. You sniffed around. Definitely a male alpha. There was a strong smell of sweat, but buried underneath it you thought you caught a whiff of… vanilla?

The shadow started moving in your direction and you prepared yourself for action. When the person was about to step through the doorway, you jumped towards them, raising the sword above your head and screaming like a mad woman.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” the man jumped back, his reflexes quick, even though he seemed even more scared than you. He dropped whatever he was holding and the sound of glass breaking filled the room. You blinked at him as recognition dawned in on you.

Jimin .

“Are you crazy?!” he yelled at you.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” you immediately dropped the sword. “I thought you were a burglar.”

“ How would a burglar get past two front desks and an elevator code?!” he exclaimed, like you were incredibly dumb and, when he put it like that, you had to agree with his logic.

“Namjoon told me no one would be home until seven and-“

“I don’t have time for this,” he tiptoed around the shards of glass, a deep scowl on his face as he walked past you, almost bumping shoulders with you. “Clean this mess up,” he commanded before disappearing down the corridor.

Fuck.

Fucking fuckity fuck.

If this man already had something against you before, which you were pretty sure he did, now he absolutely despised you. And you honestly couldn’t blame him. You almost bashed his head in with a sword, for Christ’s sake! What was wrong with you?!

With a lump on your throat, you kneeled down on the kitchen floor, carefully picking up the pieces of broken glass and placing them inside an empty shopping bag. You were almost done when you heard Jimin marching through the apartment, followed by the sound of the front door closing, leaving you alone once again.

.......

Yoongi was surprised to see a big hump under his duvet after turning on the lights in his room.

“Kitty?” he called out, but no answer came.

Then he heard a sob.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he sat down next to what he assumed was your curled up form. “Talk to me,” he caressed your back soothingly over the covers.

After a few moments, you pulled them over your head, revealing puffy eyes and a red nose, face all wet from the tears.

“Oh, baby, come here,” he pulled you into his chest and you started sobbing again, mumbling words he couldn’t quite understand. “What happened?”

You sniffed, pulling away a bit so you could look at him.

“I made a fool of myself in front of Jimin,” you started.

“What? When?” Yoongi frowned. He hadn’t seen his pack member in weeks, ever since the other man decided to live in his own apartment.

“He showed up this afternoon while I was bringing some of my stuff. I wasn’t expecting him, so I thought he was an intruder and…” you closed your eyes in shame, “… I attacked him.”

“You attacked Jimin?!”

“I didn’t actually hit him! But he got scared, some glass broke, it was a mess!”

“Oh no,” Yoongi sighed, imagining Jimin’s reaction to this first encounter with you.

“I’m pretty sure he hates me now,” you wiped away some tears.

“It was a misunderstanding, he’ll come around,” Yoongi tried to cheer you up, not really sure if he believed his own words.

“You didn’t see him. He was furious. He yelled at me and stormed out soon after.”

“I’m sorry that happened,” Yoongi offered you a sympathetic smile.

“Hyung,” Hoseok opened the door without a warning, “why was your sword on the kitchen counter?” he asked with the weapon in hand. Yoongi turned to you with wide eyes and you hung your head in shame.

“No way…”

“Sorry.”

.......

“Jimin, open up,” Namjoon commanded, using his pack leader voice.

Not even a full minute passed and the door swung open, revealing a very displeased looking Jimin.

“Vacation’s over. Time for you to come back home,” Namjoon stated as he barged his way into the other man’s apartment.

“Not with her there,” Jimin followed the leader after closing the door back up.

“She’s not going anywhere, she’s part of the pack now.”

“No, she isn’t.”

“Not officially, no. But soon she will be. And you have to start accepting that fact. You can’t run away from it forever.”

“I thought you, better than anyone, would be able to understand how I feel,” Jimin sneered.

“The circumstances are not the same,” Namjoon’s jaw clenched. “Yoongi fucked up when he did things behind our backs. He should have told all of us first, you included. But don’t take it out on her, she has no fault in any of this.”

“Did you forget she almost hit me?!”

“C’mon, that was a misunderstanding, get over it,” Namjoon huffed, walking over to the couch and sitting on it.

“Why am I the only one who was to make all of the concessions?! Why can’t Yoongi move out with her?!”

“We’re a family, that’s not how this works. We need to be together.”

“Well, I’m not going to be living under the same roof as Yoongi and his little bi-“

“ Enough. ”

Namjoon rose to his feet, getting impossibly close to Jimin’s face.

“This ends today. I don’t care how much you’re hurting right now, you’re coming back with me. If you can’t get along with her, you’ll at least have to tolerate her presence. And that’s final. ”

Both alphas stared at each other, Jimin with rage and Namjoon with determination. It was a struggle for dominance and one of the rare occasions where their alphas conflicted with each other. But as it always happened, Namjoon’s aura was too overpowering and Jimin turned his gaze away with a whimper.

The younger alpha stomped down the hall and started packing his bags.

.......

The next day, you received a text from Namjoon asking to meet up at their apartment after work. He didn’t explain why, but you agreed to it anyway. You’d be fully moving in with them soon and wanted to be in the good graces of the leader.

The alpha opened the door for you with a welcoming smile and promptly guided you to his office. As you stepped inside, you noticed there was someone already there, sitting in a chair in front of the desk.

Jimin’s expression gave very little away, but you were positive that he had no wish to be there. Even as the two of you entered the room, he kept staring straight ahead.

“Now that we’re all here,” Namjoon sat down behind his desk as you took the chair next to Jimin, “let’s make some proper introductions, shall we?” He turned his gaze to Jimin with a subtle brow raise, prompting the other to say something.

Jimin rolled his eyes and turned his body ever so slightly in your direction.

“I’m Jimin,” he said dryly.

“I know,” you responded, feeling highly uncomfortable. Namjoon then turned to you with that same eyebrow raise and you introduced yourself to Jimin, who didn’t say anything in return.

“See, kids? It wasn’t that difficult, was it?” Namjoon looked weirdly proud, even though the tension in the room was through the roof. “I know there’s been some - how should I phrase this?- weird circumstances to your first encounter, but I hope we can put all of that behind us and move forward together.”

“Are we done?” Jimin asked, making it clear that he had no interest in entertaining this situation any longer.

“No, we are not done.” Namjoon’s eyes, previously round and friendly, turned immediately sharp. “How long until you finish bringing your things here?” he asked you.

“I’ll be done in a couple days.”

“That’s great. We can get the preparations started for the ritual, then.”

His words confused you and Jimin scoffed.

“What ritual?”

“The next blood moon is in three months. We’ll be able to perform the pack ritual then, so you can officially join us.”

You had studied wolf rituals in school, but that was a long time ago and you hadn’t actually learned much, instead just decorating the facts so you could get a passing grade and forgetting everything immediately after.

“I’ll be glad to help you prepare for it, so if you have any doubts please don’t be afraid to ask,” Namjoon’s expression turned friendly again. “You’re free to go, now,” he told you and turned to Jimin. “But I still need to talk to you about some other things.”

You left the two men and headed for Yoongi’s room (which would very soon also become your room), thinking about how Jimin’s indifference towards you actually felt a lot worse than his anger. Of course you didn’t expect for the two of you to suddenly become the best of friends, but you at least hoped to be acknowledged. It felt like you were worth less than a bug on the wall for him and you hated the feeling.

.......

You were just chilling in Yoongi’s room when a deep voice caught your attention.

“You know, ever since hyung introduced you to us, I kept thinking about how I thought I knew you from somewhere,” Taehyung said, leaning against the door frame. “I thought I was mistaken at first, but after we went to get ice cream together it finally clicked.”

“Have we met before?” you also thought he seemed a bit familiar, but hadn’t dwelled on it much, too overwhelmed by the many changes already taking over your life.

“We have, Cinderella,” the alpha replied with a smirk.

You furrowed your brows, not understanding why he called you that.

“At least you don’t seem mad about me snapping your heel off anymore.”

And then it dawned on you.

“No way!” you jumped out of the bed. “It was you that night?!”

“Yep,” he gave you a cheeky grin.

“Oh my God, when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder.”

“I have to admit, I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t remember me,” the alpha pouted.

“In my defense it was very dark and I was very drunk,” you raised your hands and Taehyung chuckled. “What made you realize it was me?”

“Honestly? Your scent. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever come across. It’s been imprinted in my mind ever since I got a whiff of it that day at the ball and I immediately recognized it when you took your scent blocker off at the ice cream shop. It’s truly remarkable,” Taehyung replied. His eyes flashed with a sudden darkness and the intensity of his gaze, even if brief, flustered you a bit.

You sat back down and Taehyung entered the room, taking a seat next to you.

“What were you doing there, anyway?” you asked first.

“Isn’t it obvious? It was a matchmaking event,” he shrugged.

“I didn’t think you’d have much trouble finding a mate.”

“Why? Because I’m so handsome?” he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Aren’t you guys like the most sought after bachelors of the wolf world or something?”

“Who told you that?”

“My sister.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong. We are pretty good catches,” he nodded with a cocky smirk. “But I’m not interested in just anyone who is interested in me. I’m looking for a real connection, you know?”

“I didn’t take you for the romantic type.”

“Oh, I am. Can’t wait to have my own pups someday.”

“You sound like my sister. Maybe I should introduce you guys.”

“Is she as pretty as you?”

You blushed at his unexpected compliment.

“She’s much prettier in my opinion.”

Taehyung didn’t think it was possible, but kept his thoughts to himself.

“That day specifically, I was looking for a rut partner. I hate going through those alone. You know how it is.”

“I don’t, actually,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“Huh?” Taehyung looked confused at your statement.

“I’ve spent practically all of my heats by myself,” you explained and his eyes widened. “It’s okay, really. It was my choice.”

“Isn’t it painful?”

“It was…”

“Then, why?”

“I’m not sure, it just felt like the best option. I never liked feeling vulnerable or dependent on other people.”

“It’s rare to hear that from an omega.”

“That’s rich coming from a guy in a pack full of alphas,” you gave him the side eye and he chuckled.

“You’re right, you’re right. Well, at least now you have hyung, so you won’t be spending your heats alone anymore.” When you didn’t respond, he looked at you with curiosity. “You don’t seem very excited about it.”

“I guess… I’m a bit scared.”

“Of what? You trust him, don’t you?”

“I do, of course. It’s just, he’ll probably expect me to help him out with his ruts as well and…” you hesitated and Tae leaned closer. The proximity allowed him to breathe in the delicate aura of honey that always seemed to surround you.

“You can tell me, I’ll keep your secret.”

“I’ve never taken a knot before,” you confided in him, almost whispering.

“Oh wow, that’s not what I was expecting,” he cleared his throat and leaned back a bit. You thought you could smell a bit of a change to his scent, but it was subtle so you brushed it off. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s not that big of a deal. Hyung will take good care of you,” Taehyung blurted out quickly before suddenly getting to his feet and walking to the door. “Look, I have to go, but we’ll talk later, okay?”

The man rushed out of the room, leaving you confused by his sudden change in demeanor.

.......

“Damn, is your rut starting early? You smell incredibly horny,” Hoseok commented once his friend passed by him in the corridor.

Taehyung didn’t answer, just rushed to his room and locked the door behind him. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to be alone with an omega just weeks before his rut began, and it was definitely bad to talk to you about knots. He wondered if it was already time for him to isolate himself in his apartment.

He was glad to have gotten away before you could get an inkling of what your confession had caused him. He looked down at his pants and the growing bulge under his zipper.

As soon as you told him about your ‘inexperience’, his inner alpha lit up, thinking about clamming you and filling you up with his own knot, pumping you full of his seed until you were carrying his pups. The thought made Taehyung feel guilty. You were his hyung’s mate and a very nice person overall and he definitely didn’t see you as just a piece of meat or an incubator.

But he couldn’t help it as made up images of you, presenting yourself, popped up in his mind. Unable to fight his urges any longer, Taehyung slid down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his already fully hard cock.

He leaned back on his bed a bit more and took hold of the erection with one hand. With the other, he reached into the side table and pulled out a lube bottle. He squirted a bit of it over his cock and started massaging it, stroking up and down.

All he could think about was your heavenly smell that seemed to cling to his skin, spurring him on, his mind overrun with thoughts of how pretty you would look spread out for him, begging him to take you, to knot you, to make you his. 

Once the feeling became too overwhelming and spurts of cum started being released all over his hand, Taehyung couldn’t help but silently chant something that sounded an awful lot like your name.

Chapter Text

You stepped away from the coffee machine and reached for your phone that was buzzing on the kitchen counter. At first you were confused by who could be calling you at eight o’clock in the morning, but your worries eased when you read the caller’s name.

“Miss me already?” you said in a teasing tone.

Hoseok let out a half hearted chuckle.

“Always. Are you still home?”

“Sure am, you just interrupted my breakfast,” you replied, faking annoyance.

“Sorry about that. Would you mind doing me a favor?”

“What is it?”

“Apparently I was still half asleep when I left home this morning and forgot that my bag wasn’t in the car. I only noticed when I arrived at the studio. Would you mind dropping it off here on your way to work?”

“Sure, can’t let you walk around smelling like ass all day after dancing hard,” you replied with a smirk to your lips.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.”

“Why didn’t you ask Jimin, though?”

“He isn’t coming in until later this afternoon. Also, I’m pretty sure he’s going to be sleeping in and, by the time he wakes up, I’ll probably already be smelling like ass, as you so lovely put it,” he replied, mirroring your teasing tone. 

“Hm, makes sense. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

Hoseok thanked you a couple more times before hanging up. After finishing breakfast and getting ready for the day, you entered the dancers room. It was by far the most organized of the whole house, including your own. It wasn’t hard locating his bag, since it was exactly where he told you it would be. Not wanting to intrude into his space any further, you grabbed it and went on your way.

.......

You parked the car in front of the dance studio, taking in the beautiful graffiti mural that read Hope World. You stepped out of your vehicle and made your way to the front desk.

“Hello, how can I help you, miss?” a cute receptionist greeted you as soon as you stepped foot inside the building.

“Hi, I’m here to see Hoseok.”

After asking you for some basic information and typing away at her computer, the woman turned towards a phone on her desk.

“Oh, just a second please,” she said, making a phone call. Not even five minutes later, Hoseok showed up, a bright smile on his face that grew even wider after seeing you holding his duffel bag.

“Ah, thank you so much!” he said, reaching out to take the heavy-ish bag from you.

“Don’t mention it,” you mirrored his smile.

Hoseok turned to the receptionist who looked at him with doe eyes, making you wonder if the woman had a crush on her boss.

“Dear, would you mind inserting her name in the system? Put her on the ‘always allowed in with no question asked’ list, please.”

“Oh,” the woman seemed surprised by his request.

“She’s a new member of our family,” Hoseok replied to her unspoken question, wrapping an arm around your shoulders affectionately.

“Sure, I’ll get on it right away,” the woman replied with a tight smile.

“Great!” Hoseok clasped his hands together before turning to face you. “Are you in a rush?”

“Not really,” you replied. Even though you were cutting it close, the thought of being a bit late didn’t bother you much. Perks of being the boss's daughter, you thought to yourself.

“How would you like a tour of the place?” the dancer asked with barely concealed excitement. It was clear to you that the studio was his pride and joy.

“Lead the way,” you replied and the man immediately interlaced his arms with yours, guiding you further into the building.

.......

After walking around for a while, you passed by a corridor that had many different prizes, praise articles and pictures hanging on the walls. One photo specifically called your attention and you stopped to admire it.

“Wow,” was all you managed to say, completely mesmerized.

“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” Hoseok weighed in, stopping by your side.

It was a picture of Jimin, looking dashing in his ballet outfit as the photographer captured him midair, doing a Grand Jete.

“It’s so beautiful. When was this?” you asked.

“A few years ago, when he danced in Black Swan. I think this shot was taken in London, if I’m not mistaken.”

“That’s amazing, I could never do that.”

“You’re welcome to join one of our classes any time,” Hoseok offered.

“One of yours, perhaps. But I don’t think Jimin would appreciate me showing up to any of his classes,” you responded with a slight grimace.

Sadness crossed Hoseok’s gaze and he lowered his head a bit.

“Do you think he and I will ever get along?” you asked.

“I sincerely hope so,” Hoseok let out a sigh. “You know, Jimin is truly one of the sweetest, most loving people I have ever met.”

“That’s hard to believe when all he does is either ignore me completely or scowl at me whenever we’re in the same room.”

“I truly think you guys could have been the best of friends if you had met under different circumstances.”

“I just wished he would talk to me, you know. It’s so hard not knowing why he hates me or what I could do to try and make things better.”

“Give him a bit more time, he’ll come around. All of these changes have been really hard on him.”

“Why?”

“Hm?

“Why is this harder on him than on the rest of you? Jungkook told me Namjoon was furious when Yoongi first told him about the bite, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it anymore, he even seems happy. Taehyung too.”

“It’s complicated,” Hoseok replied and you huffed at his noncommittal answer.

“Why do you all keep saying that?! I hate feeling out of the loop! What are you not telling me?”

“It’s not my place to say anything,” Hoseok looked really dejected and you could tell that he felt bad about it, but you were properly pissed off now.

“I thought I was supposed to be a part of the family now? Or at least that’s what you all keep saying, but it sure doesn’t feel like it!”

“Please don’t get mad at me,” Hoseok looked like a little kid getting scolded by a parent and the scene broke your heart, so you decided to cut him some slack.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to take my frustrations out on you.”

“Have you talked to Yoongi about Jimin?”

“I tried to, but he always finds a way to dodge the question or get me distracted with something else,” you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it too much, okay? Give it time,” Hoseok offered you a small smile and a tiny hand squeeze.

“I really should get going now,” you said after a moment of silence.

“I’ll walk you to your car.”

.......

As you got home from work that evening, the doorman surprised you by handing you a big heavy package as you passed the front desk of the building. You barely managed to carry it all the way up to the apartment, huffing and puffing the whole time. 

“Delivery for Mr. Jeon,” you knocked on the youngest’s door.

His eyes lit up once he opened it, immediately taking the box from your arms and rushing inside. You followed behind him, curious.

The alpha cut the box open and started pulling the contents out with the excitement of a kid on Christmas.

“What’s all this?” you asked, taking in the neverending stream of stationary items that flooded out of the box.

“My new work supplies,” he replied with a smile.

“You never explained to me what it is that you do exactly.”

Jungkook had a very peculiar schedule. Except for the days you practiced yoga together, he never got up early. While the other’s left for work, he spent most of his days cooped up in his room. On some occasions, he left for a few days, going completely radio silent. The first time you witnessed it, you asked the others about it.

“ He’s working,” Namjoon had replied, not elaborating on it any further.

“Have you ever read ‘ A Single Strand ’?” Jungkook asked you, still pulling supplies out of the box.

“I’ve heard about it. It’s a comic book series, right?”

“Right. It’s my comic book series,” he looked at you with expecting eyes.

“No way! Really?”

The man nodded.

“Didn’t it win an award for best series a couple years back?”

“Yeah…” he looked shy.

“That’s so cool!”

“Thanks,” he gave you a soft smile.

“I thought you said you worked with the other guys, though.”

“I do, sometimes. I design a lot of art covers for albums and stuff when they ask me to.”

“You’re so talented, it’s not even funny anymore.”

Jungkook thanked you for the compliment, gracing you with a bunny smile and scrunching up his nose.

“Is that what you do when you go missing?”

“Yeah, I don’t really enjoy sleeping in my apartment by myself, so I turned it into my office space, basically.”

“Ah, it must be so nice working for yourself and making your own hours,” you said with a sigh, daydreaming of a life in which you didn’t have to clock in.

“It is pretty neat,” Jungkook shrugged. “You don’t seem to enjoy your job very much. You never say anything positive about it.”

“I don’t hate it,” you replied with a slight frown. “I’m just not passionate about it either, I guess.”

“Why don’t you quit?” Jungkook suggested and you laughed out loud. When you started calming down, you noticed that he wasn’t laughing with you.

“Oh, you’re being serious.”

“Of course I am.”

“I can’t quit my job, Kook.”

“Why not?” he frowned.

“Because…” you scrambled to put your words together. “I guess I enjoy the money too much. It’s the sacrifice I make to be able to afford the lifestyle I like.”

“But you’re a part of our pack now, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“I know you’re not suggesting that I live off of your guys’ money right now,” you asked with wide eyes.

“It wouldn’t be a problem. We all make more than enough to go around.”

“I don’t want to leech off you, I enjoy earning my own money and being able to buy my own things.”

“So why don’t you look for a new job somewhere else?”

“I don’t think my parents would be too pleased if I did that.”

“Who cares? It’s your life, not theirs,” Jungkook shrugged, not understanding where you were coming from.

“Thanks for the advice, Kook, but I think I’ll keep things as they are for now.” The last thing you wanted at this point were more changes to your current life.

“Suit yourself. Just remember that we would support you if you wanted to change jobs or stop working or whatever it is. You’re part of our family now and we take care of each other.”

“I appreciate it, bunny”, you smiled at him and his eyes lit up at the new nickname.

.......

“It’s your day off tomorrow, right?” Namjoon leaned on the kitchen counter as you pressed some juice.

“It is,” you nodded, not taking your eyes off the juicer.

“There’s a place I want to show you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. Care to spend the day with me tomorrow?”

“Sure,” you replied, absentmindedly pouring juice into two glasses.

“It’s a date, then! Be ready for us to leave at nine in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

After shooting you one last smile, Namjoon strutted out of the kitchen, leaving a delicious trail of caramel and coffee beans behind.

“What’s got him like that?” Yoongi asked, entering the kitchen just as the other man left.

“I don’t know, he asked me to go somewhere with him tomorrow,” you sipped your juice and pushed the second cup in Yoongi’s direction. He took it, a frown settling on his face after hearing your words.

“Where?”

“No clue, he’s being all secretive about it.”

“Hm…” Yoongi sipped his drink. “Wow, this is really good!”

You smiled at his compliment and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I’ll probably be in the studio all day tomorrow, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything, okay?” Something about his tone seemed a bit unusual to you.

“Everything will be okay, I’ll be with Joon.”

“Of course, Kitty,” Yoongi gave your temple a kiss.

“You haven’t called me that in a while,” you smiled up at him.

“Missed it?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“Good to know,” he smirked and you could swear his pupils dilated a bit.

As if on cue, Jimin walked into the kitchen. He took a glance at the both of you and quickly averted his eyes, walking straight to the fridge. His presence shifted the mood and Yoongi took a step away from you.

“Well, I have to get back to work. Enjoy your date tomorrow,” he teased, walking away.

“It’s not a date,” you scoffed.

“Whatever you say.”

Chapter Text

“Can you really not tell me where we’re going?”

“I could, but what would be the fun in that?” Namjoon replied with a devilish grin on his face, one you couldn’t see from behind the thick velvety blindfold.

The driver took a sharp turn and stopped the car, killing the engine. You focused all of your attention on your hearing, trying to pick up any clues to your whereabouts. You had no idea how much time had passed since leaving the apartment with the alpha.

“Stay put, I’ll help you out.”

You heard Namjoon’s door open and then close, followed by the sound of pebbles crunching under his shoes as he walked around to your side of the car.

“Hold onto me,” he guided your hands to his bicep and you couldn’t help but squeeze it a bit harder than necessary. The amount of muscles under your palm didn’t surprise you. One look at him was enough for anyone to be able to tell that the man worked out regularly.

Ever since bonding with Yoongi, you hadn’t allowed yourself to look at Namjoon with ulterior motives anymore. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t incredibly attracted to him.

It was an unspoken subject between the two of you. After meeting him for coffee that one time, you had texted on a pretty regular basis, and there had definitely been some flirting going on.

But that was all in the past, your heart belonged to Yoongi now. It didn’t matter how tall, strong, handsome, funny, smart, sensitive…

Wait, what was your point again?

Oh, yeah, right. 

None of Namjoon’s qualities mattered anymore, because you were Yoongi’s mate. And you truly had no regrets about how things had turned out. 

None whatsoever.

“We’re almost there,” Namjoon said, putting an end to your inner monologue. He stopped and turned your body around. “Okay, you can take it off now.”

You lowered the blindfold, coming face to face with Monet’s ‘Impression, Sunrise’.

“No way!” you turned to the man with shock written all over your face and he smiled, pleased by your reaction.

You walked around the warehouse-like space you found yourselves in and realized you were surrounded by famous paintings and sculptures from all over the world.

“You own all of these?!” you roamed the place like a kid at the candy store.

“This is my main collection,” he replied.

“There’s more?!” your eyes widened and Namjoon chuckled.

“I told you I was a collector.”

“You could open up a whole museum with all of these!”

“Maybe someday.”

“Wow, I don’t even know what to say. This is incredible! Now I understand why you had me blindfolded. This place is a goldmine.”

“I did it just for the dramatics. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t trust you.”

“Taehyung must love this place.”

“He does. He actually owns some of the pieces. Like that one,” he pointed at Van Gogh’s ‘Blossoming Almond Tree’. “You’re more than welcome to store your own pieces here too, if you’d like.”

Your smile faltered and Namjoon worried. Did he say something wrong?

“I don’t actually have any pieces to my name,” you explained.

“What do you mean? What about the hanbok?”

“All the pieces I ever bought belong to my family’s company. I bought them with my father’s money.”

“I see…”

“He says he’ll be more than glad to sell them to me someday. If I can afford them, that is.”

Namjoon observed as many emotions seemed to cross your face at once.

“That’s my father to you,” a dry chuckle came out of your mouth. “Everything’s a business transaction to him. You saw it first hand, how he sold me off to you guys without even blinking.”

Namjoon didn’t know how to reply. It became clear to him that there was a lot of resentment from your part and that this situation was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring down the mood,” you shook your head in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon stepped closer to you. He wanted to wrap you up in a hug, but held himself back.

“Thanks for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome anytime. Shall I give you a tour?”

.......

The sun had already set by the time you emerged from Namjoon’s private exhibit and you were both famished. The driver dropped you off at a restaurant not too far and the maitre instantly recognized Namjoon, guiding your party to a private room.

“Can I ask you something?” you said after Namjoon placed your orders.

“Of course.”

“Why do you guys always ask for private tables?”

“It isn’t always,” Namjoon tried to defend himself and received an eyebrow raise from you, “but we do like to be cautious.”

“Cautious?”

“We’re a pretty high profile pack, in case you haven’t noticed,” the man gave you a smug smile.

“So I’ve been told,” you teased him. “But Tae and Kook had no problem going to a regular ice cream shop with me the other day.”

“We each have different boundaries and approaches to privacy. I’d say Jungkook and Taehyung are the most relaxed out of all of us. Yoongi and I, on the other hand, would rather be safe than sorry. Especially due to the nature of our jobs.”

“I understand.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Not really, I was just curious.”

Once the meal arrived, you both dove right in, not entertaining much conversation. When you were done eating, a yawn escaped you.

“Tired?” Namjoon asked with a fond smile, receiving a sleepy nod in response. “I’ll ask the driver to bring the car around .”

“Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun,” you said once inside the vehicle, barely managing to stay awake.

“You’re welcome. Feel free to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get home.”

“Okay,” you replied, immediately closing your eyes.

When he was sure you had fallen asleep, Namjoon gently guided your head to rest on his shoulder, leaning his own head on top of yours. For just a second, he allowed himself to imagine that you were his, before succumbing to his own tiredness.

*******

The first time it happened, Namjoon was in his office, going over some papers about a collaboration he and Yoongi were producing with another artist. He mistook the strange feeling for indigestion and went on with his day, even though it lingered until he went to bed that night.

The second time, it was stronger, like a pang in his chest. Namjoon was alone at home and got worried.

“You should go get a check up. Although I don’t see how a guy your age, who exercises and eats relatively well, could be having a heart attack,” Seokjin told him over the phone.

Namjoon accepted the advice and the doctor told him with a beaming smile that all of his exams had come back normal. There was nothing to worry about, it had probably been just gas.

Although it did soothe the alpha’s nerves for a couple of weeks, the unexplained symptoms kept happening sporadically. Sometimes, it was just a burning sensation in his chest, almost imperceptible if he was focused doing something. But other times, it was strong enough to knock the wind out of him or make his vision go blurry.

This went on for two months.

Until one fateful day, Namjoon found some wrong numbers in one of the spreadsheets he received from Minho. The man was a perfectionist and for him to let something like this slip by was definitely unusual. Minho had been working in the record label with them since the beginning and had never made a mistake like this before. So instead of calling his desk, Namjoon decided to get up and pay the other man a visit in his office, just a floor below his own.

The vision that greeted him upon entering his friend and trusted employee’s office would forever be ingrained in his brain, even haunting his dreams sometimes. Leya, Namjoon’s high school sweetheart, the woman he wished to marry, have pups with and grow old together, was bent over the desk with Minho’s cock lodged deep inside her as she whined the man’s name. They were so into it, that it took them a whole three seconds to notice Namjoon standing by the doorframe. 

To this day, Namjoon swears he could hear the sound of the bond breaking inside his chest, although he can’t decide what it sounded more like, a snapping band or glass shattering.

The same indescribable pain that spread through Namjoon’s chest was felt by the beta woman when their eyes locked and she screamed in agony, becoming immediately unconscious. Minho pulled back as if he had been shocked, and the man scrambled to put his pants on.

Most people might think that Namjoon would scream in anger, perhaps launch at the bastard who deceived him and the woman who had broken his heart. But none of that happened. 

All he could feel was numbness.

.......

Everyone on set panicked when Seokjin suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest.

“What’s going on?!” his female counterpart rushed to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Someone call an ambulance!” the direction shouted.

As chaos unleashed around him, Jin couldn’t usher out a single word, focusing solely on his breathing to try and keep from passing out. He had never felt such excruciating pain in his life.

.......

Yoongi was alone in his studio when he felt a ghost punch to the stomach, followed by the sensation of someone crushing his heart inside his chest. All the air got sucked out of his lungs and then it suddenly stopped, giving way to an unsettling numbness.

His first thought was that one of his pack members had been involved in an accident, so he focused on his connections to each of them and, when he reached Namjoon’s, he noticed that something was off. It didn’t take him long to realize what was missing.

.......

Hoseok and Jimin were putting together a new choreography. They would later be glad that neither one of them was in the middle of doing an elaborate stunt, because it hit them like a truck. 

Hoseok let out an agonizing scream as Jimin fell backwards from the impact of the explosion inside his chest. They both laid on the ground, breathing heavily for what felt like an eternity, none having the strength to check up on each other.

.......

“Ah, yes! Just like that!” were the beta woman’s words right before she let out a frightened shriek, Taehyung falling flat on top of her, passed out. 

For a solid thirty seconds, she thought the alpha was dead, until he came to, confused and mortified by whatever the hell had just happened, with a sore feeling in his chest.

.......

Jungkook jolted awake and hissed in pain. It was gone quickly. Thankfully for him, he had managed to sleep through the worst of it. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when he grabbed his phone and rolled through the dozens of unread messages in the Bangtan group chat that he realized it hadn’t been just the aftermath of a bad dream.

Namjoon’s bond to his fiancé had broken.

*******

… Namjoon…

…Namjoon…

“NAMJOON!”

The leader jolted awake and was greeted by your worried face. He looked around and realized the car was already parked inside the penthouse’s garage.

“What happened?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“I think you were having a nightmare. You started talking gibberish and having spasms. I got scared,” your eyes were still wide and your complexion much paler than usual.

Namjoon straightened his back, which felt a bit sore due to the uncomfortable sleeping position, and let out a yawn.

“Sorry. It happens sometimes.”

“How often?”

“Not sure… The others used to get scared too, at first, but now they just learned to ignore it.”

“When did it start?”

Namjoon’s face got deadly serious.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. You don’t have to tell me.”

Namjoon got pensive for a moment, but something about your genuine expression of concern made him want to open up.

“I had a mate once,” he started and you nodded. “Things didn’t work out and our bond broke. It left some scars.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how horrible it must have been.”

Namjoon nodded, his face completely void of emotion.

“It happened many years ago, I’m alright now.”

“I have always heard horror stories about broken bonds.”

“The doctors think my connection to the other members is what kept me grounded and allowed me to make a full recovery. I’m very grateful to all of them for taking care of me during that time.”

“If you don’t mind me asking… What happened to the other person?”

Namjoon averted his gaze.

“I don’t know. And frankly, I couldn’t care less.”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out to the door handle. You worried that your probing might have angered the leader, but when he looked back at you, he had a smile on his face again.

“That’s enough reminiscing about the past. It’s late and Yoongi might start to think I kidnapped you if we don’t get home soon. Let’s go.”

He opened the door, promptly exiting the car, followed by you.

Chapter Text

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror doing your makeup and with your hair already done. The day had finally come for Yoongi to meet your family and you were literally shaking from nervousness. After one failed attempt at doing eyeliner, you gave up and decided to go with a simpler look.

The shower turned off and Yoongi stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. Looking at him all flushed from the hot water, with wet hair and chest fully exposed made you want to cancel all of your plans.

Yoongi caged you against the counter and placed a kiss on your shoulder. You smiled at him through the mirror, before focusing back on applying a second layer of mascara.

“You never told me how your day with Namjoon went,” Yoongi said.

“He took me to see his art collection. It was fun.”

“I’m glad,” Yoongi moved to the bedroom, starting to get dressed.

“He told me about his fiancée,” you added and heard Yoongi hum in acknowledgment.

“Those were tough times,” he replied after a while.

“How bad was it?” you asked, taking one last look in the mirror before joining Yoongi in the other room.

“Pretty bad,” Yoongi replied, keeping a serious expression. “Our lives turned upside down in the blink of an eye.”

“I can’t even imagine. Can you zip this up for me?” you asked and Yoongi moved behind you to help with your dress. “Namjoon couldn’t tell me what happened to her, though. Do you know?”

“Not really. We already had our hands full taking care of Joon and most of us felt very betrayed by her actions. I assume her family took care of her.”

“Do you think she recovered?”

There was a pause before Yoongi answered.

“It’s hard to say. I hope she did.”

Yoongi and you both finished getting ready and soon enough it was time to leave. As you were grabbing your clutch, Yoongi noticed a slight sourness to your scent.

“Hey, don’t be nervous, okay?” he offered, tracing a hand down your forearm.

“I’ll try. Let’s go.”

.......

“Welcome! It’s so good to finally meet you!”

Your mother greeted Yoongi and you at the front door, which was completely out of character for her. Such activities were usually deemed as unworthy of her time and left for the staff to handle. Clearly she wanted to make a good impression on her new son in law.

Yoongi was used to dealing with lots of people from all different kinds and seemed pretty relaxed. You, on the other hand, were a pile of nerves, given that it was your first time ever bringing a date for dinner with your family.

All of your siblings were already there by the time you arrived and you immediately noticed your nephew’s absence.

“Where’s Hajoon?”

“He wasn’t feeling well, so we left him at home with the nanny,” his father Baekhyun answered.

“Is he sick?” you asked with concern.

“Just a slight fever, regular kid stuff,” the man replied in a bored tone.

“I really wanted you to meet him tonight,” you whispered to Yoongi, a slight pout to your lips.

“I’m sure there will be plenty of future opportunities,” your mate replied with a soft smile.

A server announced that dinner was ready to be served and your party moved to the dining room. Each of your parents sat at one end of the long wooden table. You sat between Yoongi and Meyra, your brothers and their spouses across from you.

“Damn, who would’ve guessed that Meyra would end up being the odd one out?” Kwan joked, earning a glare from the woman.

“Don’t tease your sister,” your father reprimanded.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” Kwan lifted his hands in a truce gesture, “it’s just a bit surprising considering she’s always been the one to date around the most.”

“Honey,” your mother interjected, her tone dripping with fake affection, “don’t be rude. We have a guest tonight.” She turned to Yoongi with a blinding smile.

“Our daughter mentioned you work in the music industry?” your father half stated, half asked, wanting to steer the conversation in another direction. 

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at his question. Your mother and him already knew the answer to that and much more information they had found out all by themselves.

“Yes, sir. My pack’s leader and I run our own record label,” Yoongi replied politely.

“That’s cool. Ever worked with any big artists?” Kwan asked, seeming genuinely interested.

Yoongi started listing a few names and you watched in amusement as your brother got completely starstruck.

“Dude! I love IU!” he exclaimed, earning a smile from Yoongi. “Her last album was so good! Did you work on that one?”

“Sure did.”

“Waah! Respect, brother, you’re really talented.”

Yoongi thanked him for the compliment and you smiled to yourself, glad that things were progressing well.

“What about family?” Meyra asked once the main course arrived. “Do you have any siblings?”

Yoongi stiffened, a motion so subtle that it probably would’ve gone unnoticed if you didn’t know the man so well.

“Nope, just me,” he replied with a tight smile, taking a small bite of the food on his plate.

“That’s a shame. I couldn’t imagine having a small family,” your mother replied.

.......

“This is what I was looking forward to the most,” Yoongi admitted as you guided him to your childhood bedroom. You opened the door, motioning for him to enter.

“So, is it different from what you expected?”

“Honestly, yeah,” Yoongi replied while looking around. “It’s very different from our room at the penthouse.”

“I guess so,” you said, sitting down on the bed and placing the Shooky plushy on your lap.

Yoongi walked around a bit longer, seeming especially intrigued by your vanity.

“This is pretty,” he stated, running a finger along the wooden surface.

“It was my grandma’s. My grandfather gave it to her as a wedding gift.”

Yoongi joined you on the bed, sitting in front of you and giving Shooky a few affectionate pats on the head, making you smile.

“You know, you’re welcome to make changes to the decoration of our room,” Yoongi said, taking you by surprise.

“I like the way it looks now.”

“Don’t you miss having one of those?” he asked, pointing to the vanity.

“Not as much as I thought I would.”

“Well, if you don’t want to, it's okay. But just know you can. I want it to feel like home to you too.”

“As long as you’re there, it already does,” you answered with a smile and Yoongi blushed at the statement.

“Hey, lovebirds, sorry to interrupt,” your brother Kwan suddenly appeared by the door. “Mom is asking for you guys to join us downstairs again.”

“We’ll be right there,” you replied and your brother left.

You got up from the bed and started walking towards the door, but Yoongi stopped you.

“Can we take this cute little guy home with us?” he asked, holding up Shooky and you couldn’t help but smile at the adorable request.

“Sure.”

.......

The rest of dinner went by without any hitches and around midnight you decided that it was time to say your goodbyes.

“Thank you for doing this,” you told Yoongi as you got into his car.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, taking one of your hands and giving it a loving kiss, before interlacing your fingers and laying your arms to rest together on the console.

“Sorry for all of the questions, I swear I told them to take it easy.”

“I think they did,” he chuckled lightly.

“Also, I’m pretty sure Kwan is in love with you,” you smirked.

“He already sent me a follow request on instagram,” Yoongi replied and the two of you laughed together. When the laughter died down, he leaned over and kissed you on the mouth.

When you pulled away, Yoongi took a minute to admire your features and an idea popped up in his mind.

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Not really.”

“What about a detour before going home?”

.......

“And here,” the man opened his arms wide, “is where the magic happens.”

You stepped inside Yoongi’s studio, impressed by the dichotomy between his hightech equipment and how pleasant the room was, the lights dimmed low with hues of blue and purple adding to the comfortable atmosphere.

“Wow, now I understand why you spend so much time here. It’s so cozy.”

You walked around, bouncing on his couch and running your hand through the desk, before plopping down on his chair. He came up from behind, placing both hands on your shoulders as you instantly leaned into his touch.

On his desk were a few picture frames. Him and Seokjin smiling proudly, holding up a huge fish in between them. A selfie Hoseok had taken with Yoongi throwing up a peace sign in the background. All seven alphas at a table full of food, smiling largely at the camera and looking like much younger versions of themselves. The last picture was of teenage Yoongi with his left arm wrapped around a woman’s shoulder, big gummy smiles on both of their faces. The resemblance was uncanny, although she seemed a bit younger.

“Who’s this?” you picked up the picture to examine it further.

Yoongi let go of your shoulders with a sigh and sat down on the couch. You turned the chair around to face him.

“That’s my sister.”

“I thought you didn’t have any siblings.”

“I don’t… anymore.”

His words pierced your heart. With all the disagreements you had with your siblings, you could never imagine losing one of them.

“I’m so sorry, Yoongi.” You put the picture back in its exact place and made your way to his side.

“It happened a long time ago.” He gave you a weak smile, but you could see the pain behind it. “She was an omega and very headstrong. You two would have gotten along well, I think.”

A lump formed in your throat. You hugged him and he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Meeting your family today made me think of my own family. I haven’t talked to my parents in a long time,” Yoongi said.

“How long?”

“Over ten years.”

Your jaw dropped. Judging by the way he had never mentioned any of his relatives before, you figured he had a strained relationship with them. But you didn’t think it was this bad.

“To be completely honest, I’m not sure I can even consider them as my family anymore. The only family I have now is Bangtan.”

Your heart ached for him. But at the same time, you were happy that he had managed to find himself a new family, apart from his blood relatives. Yoongi looked at you with uncertainty and you could tell that he was contemplating whether to tell you more about his past.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, okay? I’m more than happy to wait until you feel comfortable sharing your stories with me.”

“Thanks,” he reached out, grabbing one of your hands and squeezing it tightly. “But I think it’s time.”

*******

Growing up, Yoongi’s family never had much money. His father was a factory worker and his mother was a seamstress. Despite working very hard, they still barely managed to make ends meet. 

Upon turning fifteen, Yoongi started working part time jobs after school, wishing to lighten his parents’ burdens, even if just a little bit. They were grateful at first, but once the boy’s grades started slipping, they made him quit and focus solely on his studies.

Yoongi also had a little sister, Minji, whom he watched over while his parents worked. There was only a three year gap between them and they were the best of friends. Even though she could be a bit too stubborn at times, which sometimes caused disagreements between her and the parents, Minji was always willing to listen to her big brother.

Just as Yoongi turned seventeen, his father lost his job, which caused a big blow to the family’s already tight budget. Yoongi offered to go back to the part time jobs, but his parents were completely against it. They insisted that if he wanted a chance at going to University and building a better future for himself, he needed to focus on graduating high school and scoring a full ride scholarship.

When Minji turned fourteen, she presented as an omega. Yoongi wasn’t too pleased by the fact, worried about how people might try to take advantage of her. His parents, however, saw this as an opportunity.

Yoongi was disgusted when they informed him about the deal they had made. Minji was to get married to a 63 year old politician. The guy had already been married five times, always to young omegas who had mysteriously disappeared after a few years of marriage. There weren’t any bodies or missing person’s reports, but Yoongi had a terrible inkling about what might have happened to those poor women. 

Since omegas were still seen as somewhat second class citizens, merely playthings for alphas, it wasn’t illegal to marry underage omegas, as long as their parents agreed to it. 

Yoongi tried everything to dissuade his parents, but all of his efforts were in vain. They went through with the deal and, by age fifteen, Yoongi’s baby sister was married off in exchange for a big sum of money, more than his parents would ever be able to earn through a lifetime of work.

The last time Yoongi saw his sister in person was a few days after the wedding ceremony. He noticed a bruise on Minji’s arm and confronted her despicable husband, who banned him from his house. For a while, the siblings managed to correspond through letters, but one day Minji suddenly stopped responding, much to Yoongi’s despair.

Even through all of this, Yoongi never lost focus and still managed to keep his grades up, being rewarded with a great scholarship to a prestigious university in Seoul. So right after his graduation, Yoongi sent one last letter to his sister (one he knew would be left unanswered), packed his bags and left home without ever looking back.

*******

For a couple of seconds, all you could do was stare at him with watery eyes. Even though Yoongi didn’t cry, you could see the sorrow in his eyes at remembering the events of his past. You pulled him into your arms, wishing a hug could be able to comfort and heal his heavy heart.

“I’m so sorry. None of it should have ever happened,” you whispered, your head resting on his shoulders. He didn’t say anything, just breathed into your hair. Inhaling your scent always made him feel better. “What happened to that monster?” you asked, referring to Minji’s husband.

“Nothing,” Yoongi sighed. “He reported her missing three years after I moved to Seoul. Said she went out for a walk one day and never came back. Which I know is bullshit, he never allowed her to leave the house by herself. The police said they searched his house and didn’t find anything. But I bet he has most of them in his pocket,” Yoongi sneered.

The impunity made your blood boil. 

Yoongi’s story also made you think about your own life from a new perspective. If you hadn’t been born in a wealthy family, that could’ve been your fate as well. Your heart ached for Minji and for so many omegas who were submitted to inhumane situations just because of their second gender. It made you never want to complain about your own parents or your family ever again.

“Sorry for bringing the mood down,” Yoongi apologized.

“No, no, I’m really glad you told me. Thank you for trusting me,” you reassured him, kissing his cheek.

“Wanna go home?”

“In a bit. Show me what you’re working on.”

Your attempt at cheering up the alpha worked, because Yoongi’s face lit up slightly, as he promptly got up and walked over to his computer, motioning for you to join him. You sat on his lap and the two of you spent the night going over the tracks he was producing for other artists, only heading home when the sun started to come up.

Chapter Text

Laying down on Yoongi’s bed, your nose caught a whiff of two very strong alpha scents. Both the door and window were closed and you wondered how the smell could be so intense. After a couple more sniffs, you recognized the smells as belonging to the two youngest members of the Bangtan pack.

Almost as if under a spell, you got up from the bed and started following their trail. Your feet led you to the kitchen, where you found the two men all dressed up and ready to go out.

“You guys smell incredible,” the comment slipped out.

Taehyung turned to you with a cocky smile and the delicious scent of cinnamon wafted in your direction.

“Scent enhancers?” you cocked a brow at him.

“We’re going clubbing,” Jungkook replied.

“We need to find Tae a rut partner before he starts climbing on the walls,” Hoseok joined you, his peppermint scent also stronger than usual. All of the combined alpha smells started to make your head spin.

“You should join us,” Taehyung suggested.

“Nah, I’m a terrible wingman.”

“C’mon, whenever you’re not at work, you’re always cooped up inside the apartment! Let’s go have a little fun,” he insisted.

“Thank you for the invitation, but I’d really rather not,” you stood your ground.

“Yoongi hyung won’t mind, we’ll keep you safe,” Hoseok piped in.

“Drop it, she already said she doesn’t want to go,” Jimin’s icy voice cut through the discussion.

You turned to look at him and were astonished. The alpha was all dolled up and his eye makeup made him look completely mesmerizing. The smell of vanilla that you had felt only once (when you unfortunately almost attacked the man) was hypnotizing and you were at a total loss for words. Jimin noticed your staring and cocked his head to the side.

“Is there something on my face?” he asked dryly.

You cleared your throat before answering, “N-no, sorry. You just look really pretty.”

That seemed to catch him off guard, making him drop the frown for just a fraction of a second before regaining his composure. He turned his attention to the pack members, completely ignoring your compliment. “Are you guys ready to go?”

“Of course, we were just waiting for you, Your Highness,” Hoseok mocked and received a roll of the eyes in response.

“Let’s go, then”, Taehyung said, blowing you a kiss before walking towards the front door, followed by Hoseok and Jimin.

Jungkook approached you with his phone in hand and you felt your own device vibrate. 

“I sent you the name of the place we’re going to. Just in case,” he gave you a friendly smile.

“Okay, thanks Koo. Good luck tonight,” you winked at him.

He blushed a bit and speedwalked after his friends, leaving you alone in the apartment.

.......

It was 3:47 AM when the vibrations of your phone against the wooden nightstand woke you up. Both Namjoon and Yoongi were pulling all-nighters in the studio and Seokjin had a night shoot for an upcoming drama he would be starring in. You picked up the device and read Hoseok’s name in the caller ID.

“Hobi?” you asked in a raspy voice, still half asleep.

“Hey! You picked up!” he screamed in your ear and you almost dropped the phone. “Were you sleeping?”

“Of course I was, it’s three in the morning. Is something wrong? Where are you?”

“We’re still at the club. I mean, at least I am.”

“What do you mean?”

“Taehyung left with some chick and Jungkook is super drunk. And I can’t find Jimin anywhere. I’m trying to call an uber but no one is accepting our ride.”

Oh, no, please, if there’s a higher power please don’t let him ask for-

“Can you come pick us up?”

Fuck.

“I’ll keep looking for Jimin and I swear that I’ll have found him by the time you get here,” he pleaded.

You really wanted to turn him down and tell him to find another way back home. But then you thought about how nice he had been to you ever since your mating with Yoongi, doing his best to welcome you to the pack and make the transition into your new life less stressful and how he had previously saved you from a bad situation once. There was also your sweet Jungkook who was probably passed out or puking in a corner. You couldn’t leave them stranded.

“Okay, just stay put. I’m coming. What’s the-”

Before you could finish asking him for the address, he thanked you and hung up. Good thing Jungkook had had some foresight.

.......

Thirty minutes later, you were parked outside of the club. You had already been waiting for ten minutes and none of them had shown up. You tried calling both Hobi and Jungkook’s phones, but they all went to voicemail.

Fed up, you stepped out of the car and entered the club. 

At 4 A.M., the place looked like your worst nightmare. Drunks everywhere, sweaty from many hours spent on the dance floor grinding against each other, not to mention the distinct smell of piss and vomit mixed in with the waves of pheromones.

You made your way through the sea of people, looking for any sign of your missing friends, with no luck.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?” a tall beta man stepped right in front of you. 

“Leave me alone,” you tried to get around him, but he blocked your path and stepped closer. The strong smell of alcohol in his breath made you nauseous.

“That’s no way for an omega to talk. You don’t want to see me get mad,” he reached for your arm, but you pulled it away.

“Stop!” you looked around frantically, hoping some of the other club goers would come to your rescue, but none of them seemed to hear you over the loud music.

The man stepped incredibly closer, this time successfully grabbing your arm, but just as he was about to start dragging you somewhere, a hand landed on his forearm.

“Let her go,” Jimin ordered.

“Who the fuck are you?” the guy sneered at him and you got scared that a fight might break out.

“Your worst nightmare if you don’t remove your filthy paw off of her arm right now”, Jimin replied, staring at the man’s face with a scary expression and you swore you heard him let out a low growl. As they stared at each other, you could smell Jimin’s scent souring and so did the other man.

“ Fuck you ,” the man spat out, but released you anyway. “Keep this ugly bitch,” he shoved you towards Jimin before drunkenly stomping away.

“Are you okay?” Jimin turned his attention to you once the man was out of sight, and you were surprised to find genuine concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, thanks for stepping in.”

“The other’s are outside, c’mon”, he grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the crowd, towards the front exit.

You took a deep breath of fresh air as soon as you stepped outside, trying to recover from the scary encounter. You noticed Hoseok a few meters down the sidewalk, standing next to your car with Jungkook leaning on his shoulder.

It was only when you reached the others that Jimin seemed to realize that he was still holding your hand and let it go abruptly, as if he had been shocked.

“Good! You found her!” Hoseok smiled brightly, looking very tipsy himself.

The four of you got into the car and Jungkook passed out immediately.

“Is he going to be okay?” you looked at your friend through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, he went a bit over the limit today, but he’ll be good as new tomorrow,” Hoseok reassured you. Then he turned to Jimin, “Why do you smell angry?”

“Just had a run in with a beta who needed to be put in his place,” he replied, looking out the window.

Hoseok’s eyes widened at the vague answer and the rest of the car ride was completely silent.

.......

Even though you had managed to get yourselves home in one piece, you were still shaken up from the encounter at the club. You went to the kitchen to try and calm your nerves with a cup of tea and noticed how your hands were still trembling.

“It was dumb of you to go inside the club all by yourself. And without scent blockers at that,” Jimin’s voice startled you.

“I know,” you replied, avoiding his gaze.

“You're lucky I picked up your scent, who knows what could’ve happened if I didn’t.”

A lump formed in your throat and you swallowed it. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

The man looked you over once more, as if he wanted to say something else, but then abruptly turned away from you, intending to leave.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

Your words made him freeze in his tracks, but the man quickly resumed his walk without acknowledging you any further.

Alone in the kitchen, you allowed a couple of tears to stream down your cheeks, before retreating to your room. That night, you barely managed to catch a wink, haunted by ghosts both present and past.

.......

With both hands pressed on the marble counter of his bathroom sink, Jimin stared at his reflection in the mirror after washing away the makeup on his face. A wet strand of hair clung to his forehead and he pushed it back before walking out of the en-suite bathroom.

The alpha pulled his shirt off over his head and slipped out of his pants, tossing them in a pile by the corner, the clothes smelling like cigarette smoke from the club.

Jimin fell back on the bed with a thud, a puff of air escaping his lips at the impact. Even though he had drunk a considerable amount of alcohol, he felt almost completely sober. His mind rushed trying to understand what had happened earlier.

Unlike what he told you, Jimin hadn’t found you due to your scent. Even if he had been closer, he doubted that it would have been possible for him to pick up on it given how many smells were mixed around in the stagnant air of the place. 

No, Jimin had been on the opposite side of the club when the godawful beta first approached you. He was about to press another shot to his lips when he felt a sting in his chest.

‘ What the fuck?! ’ he thought, immediately placing the shot down.

Then the stinging got more intense and Jimin felt as if something was pulling him out of his bar stool and dragging him across the club. A sense of urgency took over his body and Jimin acted on instinct, sprinting across the dance floor and shoving other club goers out of the way without a second of hesitation.

Whatever rationality was left in his brain, figured it was one of his pack members’ bond calling to him. So imagine his surprise when he came across your face, looking small and very scared as a strange man tried to drag you away from the dance floor.

Jimin didn’t even notice how he had moved in your direction until his hand was on the guy’s arm, threats spilling from his lips as a primal urge took over him, needing to protect Yoongi’s omega, his pack’s omega, his omega.

As he looked back on the sequence of events, it felt like an out of body experience, like watching someone else from afar. It was still hard to wrap his head around what had happened.

There had been instances in the past where Jimin had been called by his brothers through their pack bonds. But none of them had ever felt so intense, so visceral. Which made the whole thing even more surreal because there was no bond tying you and Jimin together, not yet.

This was Jimin’s last thought before falling asleep.

Chapter Text

“That’s pretty much it,” Jimin concluded as a deep frown settled on Namjoon’s face. 

After struggling for a few days trying to wrap his head around the events of that night at the club, Jimin decided to confide in the leader, hoping to gain a bit of clarity or, in the least, to feel less burdened by the unexplainable experience. 

“It’s weird, right? I mean, she isn’t officially bonded to our pack yet. Yoongi is the only one who is supposed to feel her like that.”

“Have you told any of the others about this?” Namjoon asked.

“No, only you.”

“Let’s keep it that way for now. I’ll do some research, see if there are any records of similar experiences by other alphas.”

“Okay, whatever you think it’s best.”

After Jimin left, Namjoon’s brain kept spinning. 

Yoongi, the most sensible guy Namjoon ever met, had gone as far as to lose control of himself and mark you without a second thought.

Taehyung’s rut seemed to be approaching at stellar speed, throwing off the pack’s usual schedule, and the leader couldn’t help but suspect that this occurrence was somehow linked to your presence.

Namjoon himself couldn't go a day without seeing you, hearing your voice, smelling your scent. It was like he was addicted to it. And now this.

Jimin, the one pack member who was yet to give in to your charms, the one who seemed to be the least affected by your scent, who had consciously put in the effort to keep his distance from you, and against all odds, you still seemed to have managed to get a hold of him. 

By now, the leader was sure that there was something special about you. The way you had managed to affect him and the others couldn’t be just due to the fact of you being an omega. No, there had to be something else, something more. And Namjoon wouldn’t stop until he found out exactly what it was.

.......

“So,” your mother began as she leaned over your desk. Even though she didn’t work at the family’s company, she somehow always made herself present, “when are you going to introduce your sister to one of the bachelors in your pack?”

“What?!” you looked at her as if she had just grown another head.

“We both know Seokjin is out of the question. Ah, what shame, I was really hoping he would be the one,” she sighed. “But any of the others will do fine. The leader, perhaps?” she raised an eyebrow at you.

‘No way, Namjoon already has enough problems in his life, he doesn’t need to add your bullshit onto the list, ’ you thought to yourself.

“I don’t know, mom, isn’t this a bit much? Why don’t we try to just let Meyra find her own mate for a change?”

Your mother rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“That’s a great idea if we want her to stay single forever,” she finally sat down across from you. “You know, it worried me when you kept going on about not wanting a mate and yada, yada, yada. But I knew that when you got your head on straight, you’d be able to find someone in no time. Turns out I was right.”

Your mother leaned back on her chair, sporting a smug look.

“You have always been strong, confident, you got that from me. But your sister, she isn’t like us. She’s weak. She isn’t a go-getter like you. If your father hadn’t opened up that shop for her to pretend-work in, she would spend her days doing a whole lot of nothing, dreaming of the day a prince would burst through the door and sweep her off her feet.”

You gaped in shock at the way your mother was talking. Meyra would be shattered if she heard her speak like this.

“If you love your sister, you’re going to step up and do what needs to be done.”

“Stop, mom. I’m not doing it.”

“You have to. You know it’s your sister’s dream to find a partner, don’t you want to see her happy?”

“Of course I do, but…”

“Where is your sense of family?” your mother sneered at you, “I didn’t raise you like this! How can you be so selfish?”

“Yeah, okay! Maybe I am being selfish!” you pushed your chair back and stood up. “I love Meyra and she’s always going to be my sister, but I finally have something that’s only mine and that doesn’t revolve around our family! And I want to keep it that way,” you admitted.

“Tsk. I am so disappointed in you,” your mother looked at you with disdain, getting up from her own chair. “Don’t think that just because you managed to weasel your way into the Bangtan pack that you are somehow above us now.”

“I don’t think that,” you felt offended at the implication, the thought never having crossed your mind.

“I hope not. Because your father and I have done a lot for you, so you better not forget that, you little brat.”

The woman turned away from you and walked out, leaving the door open. You sat back on your chair with a tight feeling in your chest. Maybe Jungkook was right. Maybe it was time for you to go on your own path and stop trying to tend to people who only saw you as a pawn in their game.

.......

Seokjin walked into the rehabilitation center. Unlike other people, he didn’t follow the regular visiting hours. He didn’t need any rumors spreading, so he always scheduled ahead, visiting at different times. The head nurse greeted him politely and led the way, as she usually did. After so many years, Seokjin knew the way like the back of his hand, but he didn’t mind the company.

They stopped in front of the room and she placed a gentle hand on Jin’s shoulder, before turning around and leaving.

Jin looked inside the room, his eyes landing on the figure that sat by the window. Even though she seemed to be looking at the outside world, Jin wasn’t sure if she was actually seeing anything.

“Hey, Leya,” he greeted, stepping inside and taking a seat by the table. As usual, she didn’t acknowledge his presence, keeping her sight fixed on the outside.

These visits always made Jin feel depressed, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop them. At this point, he was the only person who cared and if he stopped visiting, she would be completely alone, and in Seokjin’s mind no one deserved such a fate.

On the table, there were sheets of paper and crayons scattered around. Jin recognized the crayons as being from the kit he had bought her the previous Christmas and the corner of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile.

He picked up a piece of paper and looked at the drawing. It seemed to be her version of the front garden of the institution, one she could see from the bay window in her room. 

“So there is someone still there, huh?” he commented out loud, looking at her.

In the past, Leya had been an exquisite artist, her favorite drawings being of nature. Even though the drawing he held in his hand was very much childlike, he clung onto the little things, in hope that she might have a miraculous recovery someday.

Jin let out a sigh and looked at his watch. He still had 30 minutes before the head nurse would show up again.

He opened the music app on his phone and played a calm bossa nova tune, one she used to listen to all the time while cooking or doing house chores.

Seokjin felt guilty about hiding this from the others. However, he didn’t want to be subjected to their judgment or worse, trigger Namjoon.

After everything that happened, the man never once asked about his former fianceé’s fate, which Jin found  completely understandable given the circumstances. Her parents, on the other hand, were completely despicable in his eyes. Ashamed of her dishonorable actions, they deserted her and acted as if she had never existed in the first place. But Seokjin couldn’t bring himself to just move on like that.

They had grown up together. Before her and Namjoon ever considered dating, the three of them were inseparable. They lived in the same neighborhood and attended the same schools. 

When Namjoon first told him about his crush, Jin admits that he felt a bit of jealousy. Not because he harbored any feelings for her himself, but because they were his best friends. He feared that if they started dating, they might forget about him. 

But that never happened. Her and Namjoon ended up applying to the same university Jin went to and, once they reunited, everything was the same as it always had been.

None of the other members of Bangtan cared much for her, but the fact that Namjoon loved her was enough for them to accept her, or at least put up with her. Yoongi and Taehyung were never really fond of the woman and kept their guards up around her.

‘ I don’t know, there’s just something off about her,’ Taehyung confided in him one night, which in hindsight made a lot of sense.

But none of them could have ever imagined that she would be capable of betraying Namjoon the way she did.

Still, Seokjin had good memories of her and if that made him a sentimentalist, so be it. He would keep paying her hospital bills for as long as she needed him to.

His phone rang and she got startled. Her eyes got wide and she ran to the bed, burying herself under the covers like a little child scared of thunder.

“Sorry,” he told her before picking up the call.

“Hey, are you still at work?” your sweet voice sounded from the other side of the line.

“No, I stopped at a caffé on my way home,” Seokjin lied.

“Oh, that’s good actually. Can you stop at a convenience store and buy me a couple bags of chips? We ran out.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks, Jinnie,” you said before the line went dead.

“Well, duty calls,” Seokjin acknowledged the woman who was still in hiding, “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

Without receiving any answer, Seokjin got up and exited the room, walking back the way he had come from.

.......

As soon as he got home, Seokjin’s nose picked up an unpleasant smell. He could still feel the distant sweetness, but it was like honey had been burnt to a crisp. Following the trail, the alpha noticed your slumped over figure on the balcony, looking small and dejected.

“You smell sad,” Seokjin stated, taking a seat next to you on the loveseat.

“Sorry,” you apologized, gazing into the open bottle of beer in your hand.

“Don’t apologize,” the man gave you a shy smile. “Want to talk about it?”

“It’s just my mom,” you said, following it up with a sigh.

“What about her?”

“It’s like she’s never satisfied. I try to keep her happy and to go along with what she wants most of the time. But if I say no to one thing, she blows up in my face and tells me I’m being ungrateful. It’s exhausting.”

“I can relate to that.”

“I’m so tired of her trying to order me around all the time. It’s not my responsibility to solve everyone else’s problems.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’m proud of you for standing your ground.”

“Thanks,” you gave the alpha a weak smile. “But I wish I didn’t feel like crap for turning her down.”

“What did she want you to do? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Well…” you shifted uncomfortably in your seat and took a sip of beer. “Since your date with Meyra didn’t work out, she wanted me to set her up with one of the other boys.”

“Oh, that’s…”

“Yeah…”

Silence fell over the two of you, but not the uncomfortable kind. You were pleasantly surprised to realize how at ease you felt in the alpha’s presence.

“Am I being selfish?” you asked out of the blue.

“Not at all. You established a boundary. That can be hard to do and you shouldn’t feel guilty about it,” Seokjin replied honestly, actually wishing he had the guts to do it more often with his own mother.

“Thanks, Jin,” you smiled at him and Seokjin noticed that a bit of the sadness seemed to lift from your scent. The realization made his alpha beam with pride in a way he had never felt before. Who knew that comforting an omega could be so gratifying?

“Are you hungry?” the man asked.

“A little bit.”

“C’mon, I’ll cook us something,” he said, getting up from the loveseat and offering you a hand.

“I didn’t know you cooked,” you replied, taking his hand.

“Oh, you're in for a treat.”

.......

“Dude! This is so good!” you complimented with a full mouth and Seokjin laughed. 

The man had whipped up one of his go to recipes, working quickly and efficiently as you watched in awe from the island stool.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” you asked, still diving into the delicious dish, therefore failing to notice the flash of sadness that crossed Seokjin’s gaze.

“I had a friend who was an amazing cook. She taught me a few things,” he replied.

His tone made you look up and finally notice his somber expression.

“Ex-girlfriend?” you asked.

“No, just a really close friend. But she’s not around anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you said, offering a sympathetic smile.

“Hyung! Did you cook?” Jungkook asked from the entrance hall, quickly appearing in the kitchen. “Can I have some?”

“Help yourself.”

Chapter Text

Taehyung picked up the intercom on the fourth ring after hastily wiping away some water based paint from his fingers.

The closer it got to his rut, the more he became inspired. That morning he had woken up with a clear vision in mind and rushed to get it down on a canvas, even skipping breakfast.

“ Morning, Mr. Kim! ” the friendly doorman’s voice greeted him. Taehyung had lost count of how many times they had told the man to address them casually, but he still insisted on using their last names. “ I have a woman here by the name of Meyra. She says she’s sisters with that omega who moved in with you - forgive my old man brain, I can’t seem to remember her name .”

“Well, she’s not home right now.”

Taehyung heard chatter on the other side of the line.

“ She says she brought a box of things her sister forgot during the move, ” the doorman explained.

Taehyung frowned, not sure of how to proceed. This seemed like something you would have mentioned.

“Buzz her in,” he decided at last.

“ Will do, Mr. Kim! ” the man replied dutifully before hanging up.

A couple minutes later, the doorbell rang and Taehyung answered, seeing the resemblance right away. You hadn’t lied when you said your sister was good looking, but Taehyung still kept his stance on you being prettier.

“Come on in,” Taehyung invited, reaching out for the box in a gentlemanly gesture. He couldn’t help but notice how light it was.

Introductions were made and the alpha guided the guest into the living room. He offered her some water, which she readily accepted.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I’m sure you’re busy,” she said in between sips.

“Don’t worry about it, I make my own hours,” Taehyung replied with a polite smile.

“I’ll just finish my water and go. I have to get back to the shop anyway.”

“Shop?”

“Yes, I own a flower shop. Did my sister not tell you guys anything about me?” the woman seemed a bit annoyed, but tried her best to conceal it.

“I know you’re allergic to shellfish,” Taehyung shrugged, earning a chuckle from the woman.

“And I bet Seokjin was the one to tell you that, not her.”

Taehyung nodded.

“She’s always been reserved, but I thought she would’ve shared a bit more by now.”

Meyra tossed her hair back over her shoulder and the fresh smell of roses filled the alpha’s nostrils. It wasn’t as alluring as an omegas scent, but very pleasant nonetheless. It did seem a bit too strong for a beta though, and Taehyung wondered whether she was wearing scent enhancers.

The woman started talking about something, however Taehyung only listened to half of what she was saying, distracted by a wave of heat coursing through his body.

According to the app on his phone, he still had two weeks left before his rut started, but the symptoms were getting more latent with each passing day, making him think that it would probably come earlier than expected.

“Something wrong?” Meyra asked, noticing how the man had completely spaced out.

“Sorry.”

“Is your rut starting soon?”

“How did you know?” Taehyung frowned.

“I’ve got two older brothers, one who’s an alpha just like you. After some time, you just learn to read the signs,” she gave him a knowing look. “Might be best to give your partner a heads up.”

“I don’t have one actually.”

“Oh,” Meyra sounded surprised, although the emotion didn’t seem to reach her eyes. “You don’t?”

“Couldn’t find one in time.”

“That’s a bummer.”

Taehyung took a long hard look at the beta woman in front of him: pretty, well dressed, nice smelling, and thoughts started forming in his hormone ridden brain.

“Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?” the alpha asked, before his mind could convince him of how bad of an idea this really was.

“Wait, are you serious?” Meyra seemed taken back by the sudden proposition.

“I am. You’re nice to talk to,” Taehyung complimented, trying to butter her up.

“Okay,” she gave him a nod. “But only dinner. Don’t get any funny ideas.”

“Of course.”

As the two exchanged phone numbers, regret started creeping up on Taehyung over his impulsive decision, but looking at how the beta seemed to be trying her best to conceal her excitement, he didn’t dare take it back.

“Well, I’ll be off then. Tell my sister I said hi.”

Taehyung walked Meyra to the door and watched as she made her way to the elevator. With one last wave of her hand, she disappeared from his sight.

As he picked up the brush to start working on his painting again, Taehyung’s mind was flooded with thoughts of you and how you would react once you found out about him asking your sister out. The alpha was fully aware that you probably wouldn’t be pleased by it. Would you be mad at him? Or maybe…

He shook his head, willing the thoughts to go away. He had done nothing wrong and, afterall, you truly had no reason to be upset. It’s not like you were his mate or anything like that. 

However, the sense of guilt and shame kept reappearing, his mind conflicted by the decision to go out with the beta woman.

Taehyung didn’t finish his painting that day.

.......

When you arrived home later that night, you were surprised to find a mysterious box by your side of the bed.

“What’s this?” you asked Yoongi, who had just gotten out of the shower.

“Not sure. Tae said your sister dropped it off this afternoon,” he replied, before kissing your cheek and leaving the room.

Confused was an understatement. You were positive that you had moved all of your belongings. Also, you didn’t remember giving your sister the address to the penthouse, how did she get it? And even more importantly, why hadn’t she texted you about it first?

With all of these questions floating around in your head, you opened the box to reveal about a dozen outdated gossip magazines and a couple old t-shirts.

“These aren’t even mine,” you mumbled under your breath, feeling like you had just crossed into the twilight zone.

.......

“Good morning! How can I help you today?” your sister greeted cheerfully upon hearing the bell by the door of the flower store.

“It’s me,” you replied, walking towards the counter with a blank expression.

“Oh, hi! You never visit me in the shop,” she showed you a bright smile, but you weren’t in the mood for her shenanigans today.

“Why did you show up to my home yesterday?” you asked, going straight to the point.

Meyra’s smile faltered.

“What, I can’t visit my sister?”

“You knew I wasn’t going to be home.”

“I didn’t know that,” she tried to seem offended.

“Of course you did, you know my schedule.”

“I don’t understand where you’re going with this,” she crossed her arms in front of her chest, letting her irritation show.

“You tell me. What were you doing there? There was nothing mine in that box you dropped off.”

“Really? I thought those were yours, my bad.”

You stared at your sister with suspicion and she averted her gaze.

“Why didn’t you text me about it?” you asked.

“I wanted to see you. The house has been so empty without you, sis” she pouted, but you weren’t convinced.

“I never gave you the address, where did you get it?”

“Mom gave it to me.”

“Of course she did,” you scoffed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry about this!”

“Because! I don’t want you guys showing up to my home and bothering my alphas!”

“I didn’t bother them,” Meyra countered, sneering at you. “Taehyung wouldn’t have invited me for dinner if he felt annoyed by me.”

You blinked in disbelief. Surely you had heard her wrong.

“Taehyung did what ?”

“We’re having dinner tonight. Together. Just the two of us,” she replied, a smug look on her face.

“You can’t have dinner with Taehyung!”

“Yes, I can! And I will!”

“No, you can’t,” you replied, your tone a bit harsher this time.

“You don’t own him,” your sister challenged, staring you down. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to tend to,” she said, an open invitation for you to leave her shop.

Still in shock at the turn of events, you left without another word, as Meyra observed, a victorious smirk playing on her lips.

.......

Why, out of all the wolves in the world, did Taehyung have to invite your sister?

You sat in your car, unsure of what to do. You weren’t proud of the way you had acted and now that you had some time to calm down, regret started to creep in. Meyra wasn’t wrong when she said you didn’t own Taehyung. He wasn’t your mate, hell, he wasn’t even officially your pack member yet!

You wished you hadn’t gotten so worked up over it, but you couldn’t help it. While talking to both Seokjin and your mother, you had told them that you didn’t want your former family life merging with your new pack and that was true.

However, there was also something else. Something shameful, that you wished you could ignore, but that had made the whole situation worse. 

You weren’t jealous, per se, but you definitely felt possessive over him. How could you not? Afterall, he was your pack member, your alpha, she didn’t have the right to-

“Wait, what am I thinking?” you shook your head in disbelief at your own thoughts. Taehyung wasn’t your alpha, Yoongi was. You had no claim over the other members and no right to an opinion on who they decided to be intimate with.

A flashing thought of your sister taking Taehyung’s knot made you feel sick to your stomach.

Clearly, being the only omega in a pack full of alphas was messing with your head.

But you had to stay true to your feelings about the whole situation and how uncomfortable it made you. So you picked up your phone and typed in a message, your finger hovering over the ‘send’ button for a few seconds before finally having the courage to press it. 

.......

“I have to admit, I was a bit surprised when I received your message,” Taehyung said, sitting down at the table with two ice cream cones in hand, handing you one.

After your unpleasant conversation with your sister, you texted Taehyung, asking if he could meet up with you during your lunch break. The alpha agreed and you decided to meet at the same ice cream shop you both had previously visited with Jungkook.

“Is everything okay?” the man asked, noticing your nervous expression. 

“I talked to Meyra today,” you started, fidgeting anxiously, and Taehyung nodded for you to go on. “She told me you asked her out to dinner.”

“Oh,” Taehyung looked slightly embarrassed. “I guess I did, didn’t I?”

“I feel so awkward right now, you have no idea,” you said.

“I think I do,” he replied. Your demeanor clearly showed how uncomfortable this conversation made you.

“I know I have no right to ask you this, and I’m so sorry if I am overstepping, but…” you turned your gaze down, avoiding the man’s eyes, “I really don’t want you to go out with my sister.”

Since you were looking away, you couldn’t see how Taehyung’s lips lifted into a tiny smirk upon hearing your confession.

“May I ask why?” 

“I just…” you let out a big sigh, “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good about it,” you replied noncommittally, lifting your gaze once again and finding Taehyung’s intense stare already on you.

“Is that all?” he pushed.

“My family is… complicated. Even though I was scared at first, now I actually enjoy being part of Bangtan and being somewhat separated from them. I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t want the two worlds to merge.”

“Hm, I see,” Taehyung nodded, his features taking on a pensive expression. “Well, if that’s how you feel, then it can’t be helped. I’ll cancel the date,” he said, smiling at you.

“Thank you so much,” you touched his forearm and his smile widened. “And I’m sorry for asking you to do this.”

“It’s okay, I don’t really mind,” Taehyung replied with a shrug.

“Why did you ask my sister out, though?” Truth is, you were dying to know what had motivated him to do so.

“You want the truth?” Taehyung asked and you nodded. “I was horny. And she smelled nice. Not as nice as you, though,” he added with a smirk and you blushed. “I thought maybe she could help me out with my rut. But it’s all good, I’ll just power through it.”

“So you were only going to use my sister for sex?” you asked, both relieved and irritated.

“Well, it sounds bad if you put it like that,” he pouted. “I definitely would have made it worth her while,” he lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

“Okay, consider my curiosity satisfied. I really don’t want to hear about your sex life.”

“Your loss,” he grinned and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how confident the man was. “I’m actually planning to move into my apartment in a couple days,” he added, changing topics.

“Already? I thought you were holding off until next week,” you frowned slightly.

“I know, but I think my rut is coming a bit earlier this time.”

“Does that happen often?”

“Nope.”

A beat of silence passed, the two of you focused solely on your ice cream cones.

“To be honest,” Taehyung spoke first, “It’s been hard for me to be around you lately,” he confessed and your eyes widened.

“Have I done something?” you asked, concerned.

“Nothing like that. It’s just your scent. It’s too much. Makes my inner alpha want to act up,” he explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve worn scent blockers around the house, like I’m doing now.”

“The others would’ve killed me,” Taehyung answered with a chuckle.

“Huh?”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you never noticed how much we all love your smell? It drives us crazy, but in the best way. Sure, Yoongi hyung may be the only one who gets to experience it fully, but all of our alphas feel affected by your scent.”

His words made you blush even harder and he chuckled at your reaction.

“Do you think me being around has anything to do with your rut coming earlier?”

“It’s hard to tell. This has never happened before,” he shrugged.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Baekhyun, reminding you about a meeting that was supposed to start in twenty minutes.

“I have to go,” you told Taehyung and the man nodded understandingly. “But again, thank you. And I’m sorry for meddling in your personal life. I swear I won’t make it a habit.”

“It’s all good,” he smiled sincerely. “See you at home.”

“See ya.”

.......

“Okay, guys, I’m leaving. Try not to miss me too much!” Taehyung announced, walking towards the front door with his carry-on luggage.

“I’m sorry that you have to do this because of me,” you told the man, giving him a brief hug. Taehyung inhaled deeply, his nose lingering around your scent gland for a few seconds too many before letting you go.

“We should be thanking you, it’s going to be a lot more pleasant without having to smell his horny ass all day long,” Hoseok teased and Taehyung pouted.

“Take care, keep us updated,” Namjoon gave Taehyung a side hug, rubbing the younger man’s back up and down a few times before pulling away.

Jimin threw his arms around his friend’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug. It was rare for you to witness him being so openly affectionate and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be held by Jimin in such a way. From where you were standing, he did seem like an incredible hugger.

After saying your goodbyes, each member went back to doing their own thing. You decided to hang around the living room and join in on some afternoon relaxation with Yoongi and Hoseok in front of the television.

“Oh, Jjwan!!” Hoseok exclaimed when the oldest pack member showed up looking like the main character of a romcom series. You had never seen the man so dressed up and your heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

“Big date?” you asked.

“Dinner with my parents,” he replied, running a hand over his hair one last time to make sure not a strand was out of place. “Wish me luck.”

Once you heard the front door click shut, you turned to Yoongi with curiosity stamped on your face.

“He doesn’t get along well with his family either, does he?”

“It’s not that they don’t get along. But his family is a very traditional one, I’m talking hundreds of years, the definition of old money.”

“They care a lot about keeping up with appearances and upholding their image,” Hoseok added.

“That doesn't sound a lot like Jin,” you commented.

“Exactly. His brother is cool though. He used to hang out with us often before he got married.”

The three of you went back to watching the movie, until an unexpected headache kept you from paying attention.

“You alright?” Yoongi asked, noticing your discomfort.

“My head hurts,” you told him, instinctively rubbing your temples.

“Wait here, I’ll go get you some medicine.”

As the alpha walked off, Hoseok hit the pause button and turned his attention to you.

“Show me your hand,” he said, stretching his own towards you. Even though you were confused by the request, you did as told.

Hoseok held your hand in his, massaging it gently before firmly pinching the space between your thumb and index finger and holding it for around ten seconds before letting go. The man repeated the motion a few times before releasing your hand.

“Does it feel any better?” he asked with hopeful eyes.

“It does, actually,” you replied with a slight frown, realizing that your pain had gone from full on throbbing to mild discomfort. “Where did you learn that?”

“My mother used to do it to me and my sister when we were kids,” he smiled sweetly.

“Here you go,” Yoongi showed up by your side with some pills and a bottle of water. 

Despite Hoseok’s magic trick, you still drank the medicine, hopeful that the pain would subside completely.

“I think I’m going to lie down for a bit,” you told the two men.

“Okay, call us if you need anything,” Yoongi replied, kissing your forehead before you got up from the couch.

“Thanks, guys, enjoy the movie,” you gave them a subtle smile before walking away.

You were almost asleep when your phone started buzzing. With an annoyed groan, you turned to pick it up from the bedside table.

“Meyra is pissed ,” Kwan told you without beating around the bush.

“I figured she would be,” you replied, closing your eyes while keeping the phone glued to your ear.

“Mom too. You’ll probably hear from her soon.”

“Ugh.”

“Are you sure this is the hill you want to die on?” he asked.

“Honestly? Yeah. I’m done with them bossing me around and walking all over me.”

“Okay, just wanted to make sure. You know I got your back, right?”

“I know…”

“And as your older brother, I feel it’s my duty to look out for you. So just hear me out, okay?”

“Okay..?” you replied, unsure of where your brother was going with this.

“I think you should stop working for mom and dad.”

“Kwan, you know I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. There is nothing tying you to the company. And I know you never really liked it either. Why make yourself endure something that is bad for you? You have other options now.”

“I’m not sure…”

“I’m not saying you have to do it right away. But think about it. Baekhyun and I both agree that it may be the best course of action.”

“Baekhyun? You two talked about me?”

“We did. Ever since you got close to Bangtan, things have changed. I think you should use this opportunity as your way out.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you guys cared that much.”

“Of course we do. Meyra is unfortunately too much like mom, there’s no saving her anymore, I don’t think. But you deserve better.”

“Okay, consider me convinced.”

“Great! Hyung said he’ll take your resignation letter and take care of things for you if you’d rather do that than face dad.”

“No. I’ll tell him myself, when I’m ready.”

“Whatever you think it’s best.”

A beat of silence passed between the two of you and you noticed that your headache was gone.

“Kwan?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks. I really mean it.”

“You’re welcome, baby sis. You know I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Chapter Text

Namjoon pounded into the betas tight cunt, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder than ever. Her face was buried onto the mattress as Namjoon took her roughly from behind. He grabbed a fistful of hair, her locks the same color as yours, and he pulled back with enough force to lift her upper body and bring her closer to him. 

He took a whiff of her scent and was disappointed by the weak smell. That angered him and prompted him to pound even harder, eager to find his own release.

“Ah, Namjoon,” she moaned, as a result of the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shut up, I told you to keep quiet,” he reprimanded, letting go of her. She dropped back onto the mattress and stayed still, nothing but a prop for him to use.

From this angle, Namjoon tried to pretend that she was you. The hair color helped, but other than that, there was no resemblance between the two. Her voice wasn’t as melodic as yours, her scent was nowhere near as sweet and alluring, and Namjoon would be willing to bet that your cunt was much wetter and tighter than hers.

It was this thought that brought him over the edge and Namjoon pulled out, spraying spurts of cum all over the beta’s back.

Once he was done, the alpha grabbed a towel from the en-suite bathroom and tossed it at her.

“Get cleaned up and leave.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, a hint of hurt in them, but nodded and did as told.

Namjoon watched with sharp eyes as the woman got dressed, grabbed her things and walked out of the room. Not even twenty seconds later he heard the slam of the front door being shut and he let out a sigh of relief, finally able to lean back on the bed and relax.

After his sexual encounters, which all ended much like this one, Namjoon was  flooded with a big sense of guilt. He hadn’t always been like this.

Although he enjoyed being dominant in bed, Namjoon had previously been able to be kind and romantic, but that was all in the past now. After the shattering of his soul, that was one of the pieces that seemed to have gotten lost.

Namjoon wondered if he could ever get it back. Would he ever be able to make love again instead of just fuck?

His mind wandered back to you. Namjoon couldn’t treat you like that. You were special. Like many alphas nowadays, Namjoon had never been with an omega. There weren’t many of them around, unless you went purposely looking for one and, even on his worst days, Namjoon couldn’t imagine himself going shopping for an omega. He wasn’t that much of a monster.

He was, however, extremely jealous of Yoongi’s luck. It should have been him instead. After all the shit he went through, didn’t he deserve it? 

Namjoon shook his head, ashamed of the thought. He knew Yoongi had also had his fair share of bad experiences and was just as deserving of true love as any of the members in his pack. He shouldn’t be thinking about his brother like that.

He hated getting contemplative like this. It was a gateway for other thoughts to show up, darker ones. Throughout the years he had learned how to keep them at bay, but he feared they might take over one day.

So Namjoon forced himself to get up, shower and leave his apartment, heading back to the penthouse.

He needed to see you.

.......

Namjoon opened the front door and was immediately wrapped up by your sweet scent. It was strong and Namjoon could tell that you were in a good mood. He also noticed another smell, cookies.

“Hi,” a tiny human popped up next to him, gazing up with curious eyes. This took Namjoon by surprise. He had never seen the kid before and didn’t know what to make of this situation.

“Um… Hello,” he waved awkwardly at the little boy.

“My name is Hajoon,” the kid introduced himself, doing the cutest little bow and Namjoon couldn’t help but coo at the gesture.

“I’m Namjoon, nice to meet you,” the alpha replied, also bowing.

“Are you my auntie's boyfriend?”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raised, caught off guard by the question.

“Oh, there you are,” you showed up coming from the kitchen, an apron tied around your waist. Namjoon watched as the little boy's features lit up upon hearing your voice, immediately turning around and running towards you, throwing himself in your arms. You picked him up with ease and spun him around, the living room filling with the sounds of your joint laughter. “I see you guys have already met,” you said, turning your attention to Namjoon.

“We have. He’s talkative,” the leader replied, basking in the domestic scene. Seeing you interact with the boy warmed his heart in ways he didn’t expect. “He’s your nephew?”

“Yep,” you beamed, “I picked him up this morning so we could spend the day together. Yoongi and I are taking him to the amusement park later.”

“I see,” Namjoon replied, slightly envious of not having been included in the plan.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Hajoon asked and you chuckled at the boy’s persistent curiosity.

“No, this is my friend Namjoon,” you answered, putting the boy down on the ground. “C’mon, let’s see if the cookies are done.”

Namjoon watched as the two of you retreated back to the kitchen and, with a deep sigh, made his way to his own room.

.......

“Oh, hey there!” 

The youngest alpha stepped into the kitchen, attracted by the smell of freshly baked cookies and was surprised to see a child sitting on one of the stools.

“Morning, Kook!” you greeted him.

“Cookie?” your nephew asked, a frown on his little face.

“Yeah, basically,” Jungkook laughed, stretching a hand out. “Nice to meet you, little guy. What’s your name?”

“Hajoon,” your nephew replied, wrapping his much smaller fingers around Jungkook’s ones.

“Would you like some banana milk, Hajoon?”

“Yes!!”

“Here you go,” Jungkook replied, grabbing two small bottles from the fridge and placing an open one in front of the boy.

“What do we say?” you asked your nephew.

“Thank you, Mr. Cookie!” the boy answered enthusiastically, before sipping from the bottle.

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Jungkook smiled fondly. “He’s so cute,” he whispered in your ear as he walked past you.

“He is, isn’t he?” you whispered back.

“Are you my auntie’s boyfriend, Mr. Cookie?” Hajoon asked, earning another giggle from Jungkook.

“I wish, little guy,” Jungkook replied, taking a playful glance in your direction and making you blush.

“He’s another friend?,” Hajoon asked and you nodded. “You have a lot of friends.”

You placed the perfectly baked cookies on a platter and offered one to Hajoon, who immediately started munching on it, before extending them in Jungkook’s direction, who also grabbed one.

“Hmm! So good!” Jungkook complimented.

“So good!” Hajoon repeated after him.

The two boys exchanged a look and laughed together. You watched the scene with the biggest smile plastered on your face. Hajoon was one of the most important people in your life and it was nice seeing him get along with your pack members.

Jungkook picked up another cookie for himself and also passed one along to Hajoon who beamed at him with shiny eyes.

“Oh, I know! Let’s take a picture,” Jungkook said, fishing his phone out of his sweatpant’s pocket. He turned the camera towards him and Hajoon, taking a selfie with the kid.

“What about me?” you pouted.

“Get in here!”

You crossed to the other side of the island and placed yourself between the two, smiling happily at the camera with Hajoon while Jungkook did his signature pout.

“Taehyung is gonna die when he sees this,” Jungkook said as he typed away, sending the picture to the group chat.

“Who’s that?” Hajoon asked, in between bites.

“Another friend,” you answered. “Kook, can you watch him for a second?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay? Behave,” you told your nephew, patting his head affectionately.

You filled two plates with half a dozen cookies each and walked down the corridor towards the rooms. Your first stop was the leader’s room.

“Joon?” you knocked softly on his door and entered upon receiving a positive response. “I brought you these.”

“Oh, thanks,” he seemed surprised by your kind gesture. “I thought they were only for your nephew.”

“I made a ton, enough for all of us,” you smiled and Namjoon reciprocated.

“These are amazing,” he complimented after taking a bite.

“They’re okay,” you brushed off the comment with a shy smile.

After exchanging a couple more words with the leader, you left him alone to go to another room. You knocked on the door and waited for a reply. Instead of receiving one, the door opened and a fluffy Jimin showed up, looking like he had just recently woken up.

“Can I help you?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his voice still a bit raspy.

“Did I wake you?” you asked with wide eyes.

“No, I was up already.”

“I, umm… made some cookies,” you lifted the plate in your hands and the man finally took note of them.

“Oh.”

“Here,” you extended the plate towards him and he took it.

“You didn’t have to,” Jimin looked down, unsure of how to react.

“It’s okay. I hope you like them,” you gave him a timid smile, before turning away and walking back to the kitchen. Jimin's eyes followed your form until you disappeared from vision, a deep sigh leaving his lips before he shut the door once again.

.......

“Auntie,” your nephew whispered in your ear as you watched tv on the living room couch, accompanied by Jungkook. “Can Cookie come with us to the park?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask him,” you told him with an encouraging smile.

The boy seemed a bit hesitant, but turned his body in Jungkook’s direction.

“Mr. Cookie?”

“Hm?”

“Would you like to come with us to the park later? Auntie says she’ll buy us ice cream.”

“Really?” Jungkook smirked at you.

“I mean, I said I was buying you ice cream, little man,” you corrected Hajoon.

“Please, Mr. Cookie? It’ll be more fun if you come,” Hajoon pleaded with puppy eyes.

“Okay,” Jungkook smiled and the boy cheered, jumping off the couch and running around the sofa.

“He really seems to like you a lot,” you told Jungkook, a bit surprised by how quickly your nephew had taken to the alpha.

“Kids love me,” Jungkook’s smirk widened.

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“He’s a very smart kid.”

“He really is,” you looked at the boy fondly.

“Guess it runs in the family.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer today?” you replied as the two of you smirked at each other.

“Kitty?” Yoongi’s voice sounded from the front entrance and Jungkook’s smile faltered as yours widened.

“Over here!” you called out.

Your mate joined your party in the living room and Hajoon observed him curiously.

“Hi,” Yoongi gave you a small smile and a kiss to the cheek.

“Who’s this, Mr. Cookie?” Hajoon asked. Clearly ‘Mr. Cookie’ was his new favorite person.

“This is your auntie’s boyfriend,” Jungkook replied, trying not to sound bitter.

“Nice to meet you,” your nephew bowed politely, “I’m Hajoon.”

Yoongi smiled at the little boy and reciprocated the gesture.

“Nice to meet you, Hajoon, I’m Yoongi.”

“Are you also coming with us to the park?”

“I am. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah… Mr. Cookie is coming too.”

“Oh, is he now?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jungkook.

“Hajoon loves me. Must have been the banana milk I gave him.”

The three of you laughed together as Hajoon turned his attention to some of the toys scattered on the floor.

“I’ll just take a quick shower and we can go,” Yoongi told you.

“Okay, I’ll get Hajoon’s bag ready.”

.......

Yoongi and Jungkook observed with big smiles on their faces as you and Hajoon rode the carousel together, the little guy seated on your lap as you held onto him tightly. The sun was starting to set, hues of pink and orange painting the sky and reflecting on your skin. Jungkook raised his disposable camera and clicked. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen her this happy before,” the youngest alpha commented, eyes still glued to the wholesome scene in front of him. He had taken numerous photos throughout the day and looked forward to developing them, already anticipating the beautiful shots.

“Me neither. She really loves that kid,” Yoongi replied. Seeing you tend to the little boy stirred up thoughts of starting his own family in the future. He hoped one day it would become a wish for you as well.

“You’re very lucky, hyung.”

“I know.”

“She’s going to be the best mom someday,” Jungkook commented, as if reading the older man’s mind. However, the thought of you carrying someone else’s pups also brought up an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.

When Yoongi didn’t reply, Jungkook turned to the side, immediately noticing the sad look on the other’s face.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No… It’s just that this topic is something she and I still need to discuss further.” Yoongi paused, letting out a sigh. “She’s on heat suppressants, been on them for years too.”

“What?! Why?!”

“She said something about her pain being unbearable. Also about not wanting to get pregnant.”

“But those are so harmful! Surely there’s another way.”

“I agree… But I don’t want to come across as too overbearing or insensitive. It is her body after all.”

At this point, the carousel stopped spinning, you and Hajoon exiting the ride and walking back towards the two alphas, who immediately switched topics.

“How was it, buddy?” Jungkook asked the boy, messing his hair up.

“It was so much fun, Mr. Cookie! We were going so fast!”

Your nephew latched his hand onto Jungkook’s and pulled the man away while making speeding car noises with his mouth, you and Yoongi following behind at a much slower pace.

“I’m still amazed at how well those two got along,” you commented, grinning fondly at the way Jungkook picked Hajoon off the floor and spun him around, full hearted giggles spilling from the boy's mouth.

An unexpected awkwardness fell between you and your mate, making you turn towards the man with a questioning gaze.

“Something on your mind?” you asked, trying to ease the tension. 

“You know me,” Yoongi replied, the corner of his lips curling upwards slightly.

“I do and that’s why I know something is bothering you,” you replied, reaching for the man’s hand and interlacing your fingers together.

“Nothing worth bringing up right now.”

“Promise you’ll tell me later?” you asked and the man nodded.

With that, the topic was dropped and you focused back on enjoying your afternoon with your beloved nephew and your two alphas.

.......

Jungkook used a tweezer to carefully remove the last photo from the developing liquid, hanging it up to dry. A few of the other pictures were starting to gain definition and the man felt excited at the prospect of showing you all the beautiful stills he had taken during your shared afternoon at the amusement park.

He exited the dark room and headed for the kitchen, when the sounds of whispers caught his attention. Curious, Jungkook lowered his pace, wishing to pick up more of the conversation.

“And did you get the keys to the library?” Namjoon’s deep voice asked. There wasn’t a verbal answer, but Jungkook assumed someone responded because the leader added, “Good.”

“I’ll give some of the staff the weekend off so we can have the place mostly to ourselves,” the other person said and the youngest alpha recognized the voice as belonging to Seokjin.

“Don’t forget to give them generous tips. We don’t need any rumors circulating.”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

“Whatcha doing?” you said, sneaking up behind Jungkook and startling the man, who just barely managed to hold back a shriek. “Were you eavesdropping?” you teased him with an amused smirk, crossing your arms to assume a stance that reminded Jungkook of being caught doing something wrong by a sibling.

Jungkook grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the crime scene, not wanting his hyungs to know that he had been spying on them.

“I don’t usually do this,” Jungkook explained, once at a safe distance.

“Sure…” you replied, seeming unconvinced. “Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll keep your secret.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook seemed relieved.

“Hear anything interesting?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“I’m not sure what I heard.”

“That’s a bummer. Oh, how are the photos coming along?”

“They’re still developing. But it seems promising.”

“Yay! I can’t wait!”

Jungkook grinned at your excitement, but his expression was quickly replaced by a more concerned one when you winced, hands moving to hold onto your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s nothing, I’m okay. Just tired,” you said unconvincingly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll just go to bed. Sleep well, Kook.”

With that, you turned around and wobbled your way to your room. Jungkook watched with furrowed eyebrows, not liking how stiff you seemed. The conversation with Yoongi popped up in his mind, making him want to go after you and push for answers, but the man held himself back. 

.......

You layed in bed wide awake as a sleeping Yoongi snored softly next to you. Neither the medicine nor the hot shower you had taken did anything to appease your discomfort. The feeling reminded you a bit of the cramps you had before your heat, although much more mild.

Ever since getting on heat suppressants all those years ago, you hadn’t felt any cramps and the possibility of your meds losing efficacy worried you a lot. You never wanted to feel that kind of excruciating pain again.

You turned on your side, hoping it would somehow make the unpleasant feeling a bit better, but no matter how you positioned yourself against the mattress, it still persisted.

“Why are you moving around so much?” your light sleeper boyfriend asked in a husky voice, his tone showcasing displeasure at being woken up.

“Sorry, baby,” you ran a hand softly against his hair and he groaned in appreciation. “Go back to sleep.”

Once you were sure the man had dozed off again, you sneaked out of bed, limping your way to the bathroom down the corridor. You sat on the toilet’s lid and curled over yourself, pressing your hands against your lower stomach. 

An uncomfortable feeling of wetness puzzled you, and you pushed your pajamas short down to discover that there was a bit of slick pooling between your legs. 

“What the hell..?” you murmured to yourself. You were the farthest thing from aroused right now, why was your body producing slick?

There was a sharp stabbing pain on your left lower back and you held back a groan, not wanting to attract any attention. You felt slick oozing out of you and, suddenly, the pain subdued completely, as did the cramps you had been feeling for hours, allowing you to take a relieved breath.

After cleaning yourself up by wiping away any trace of slick, you tiptoed back to your room and joined Yoongi on the bed, the alpha immediately throwing an arm over your middle.

You had no clue what had just happened, but decided to count your blessings. At least the pain had stopped and you could, hopefully, finally get some sleep. As you drifted away, you wished this had been just a one off occurrence.

Chapter Text

“Okay, this little rebellion phase you got going on needs to stop. Now,” your father told you as soon as you entered his office, not even bothering to greet you first. “Your mother and sister have told me how inconsiderate you have been towards them and I’m warning you now that this type of behavior will not be tolerated.”

Oh, so that’s why you hadn’t heard from your mother. She was too busy bringing in the big guns.

“I don’t know what they told you, but-“

Your father raised his hand, cutting you off.

“I don’t care what happened or why you think your actions may be justified. But I can’t have your mother complaining in my ear all day about your disrespect. And I will not have my two daughters feuding with each other.”

“So you can’t even stand mom’s nagging, but I have to?” you scoffed at the absurdity of it all.

“Listen here, little lady, I will not be disrespected like this! Watch your tone,” he reprimanded you sternly. “I don’t know what living with those boys did to you, but this is not the daughter I raised. And you’re always going to be just that, my daughter. So you will listen to me and end this nonsense once and for all.”

“And if I don’t?”

The two of you stared at each other, a silent battle for power, neither one willing to avert their gaze first.

“Try me. See what happens. Don’t forget I’m the one who signs your checks. Not to mention the old toys you keep in my storage houses. It would be a shame if those pieces ended up in the black market wouldn’t it?”

You felt the blood draining from your face at your father’s implicit threat against your art pieces and artifacts. He wouldn’t really go through with it, would he?

“You can leave now. And I don’t want to have to call you here over this same issue again. Apologize to your mother and sister and do what they ask. Don’t forget who took care of you all this time.”

As you exited your father’s office and made your way back to your own work space, his words kept repeating in a loop inside your head.

“ Took care of you ”, he said. Isn’t that just basic parental duties? Why should you have to pay them back for keeping you fed and clothed as you grew up? Wasn’t the work you did for them at the company enough already?

Feeling a headache coming on, you fished some aspirin out of your purse and swallowed it as a preventative measure. You still had a long day ahead.

…….

The clinking of cutlery filled the dining area as the seven alphas dug passionately into their food. You on the other hand, barely nibbled on it, anxiety preventing you from enjoying your meal.

“You’re not hungry?” Yoongi asked from your left.

“Not really,” you replied, pushing the food around.

Upon hearing the conversation, some of the other guys looked up from their plates, also intrigued by your unusual demeanor.

“I think I’m going to quit my job,” you said for all to hear.

“That’s great!” Jungkook exclaimed, earning a tiny smile from you.

“Why is that?” Namjoon asked, his curious eyes focused on your face.

“Things haven’t been great between my parents and I. They haven’t been good for a while, but it’s gotten worse lately.”

“And you think quitting is going to make them better?” Jimin asked with an unimpressed expression that made your blood boil.

“It’s probably going to make it worse actually,” you replied, allowing your irritation to seep through your tone. “But I feel like I need some space from them.”

“If that’s what you think is best, I support you,” Yoongi replied, gently caressing your hand.

“So do I!” Jungkook agreed, nodding vigorously.

“Thanks,” you showed them a timid smile.

“And then, what? Are you just going to be a freeloader?” Jimin asked and you gaped, shocked by his implication.

“Of course not!”

“Hyung!” Jungkook turned to him with a frown.

“What? Am I not allowed to ask questions?” Jimin responded, seeming offended.

“I have no intention of leeching off of you if that’s what you’re worried about,” you replied defiantly.

“Good. Because I work way too hard for my money to just have some spoiled little girl spend it all because of a fight with daddy,” the alpha replied sternly.

Upon hearing his words, you pushed your chair back harshly, its feet screeching against the floor as you stood up, staring daggers at the man. You opened your mouth to retort, but thought better of it and just walked away.

“That was completely unnecessary,” Yoongi told Jimin with a scowl, rising from his seat to go after you.

“Why would you say that?” Hoseok questioned Jimin, a mixture of sadness and confusion on his face.

“Of course you would all take her side,” Jimin responded with a scoff, placing his silverware down harshly. “This is so ridiculous! I can’t stand how you all act like she’s this perfect princess who can do no wrong!”

“Enough, Jimin,” Namjoon reprimanded.

“No! I’m tired! It’s already bad enough that I have to put up with her, I don’t want to have to provide for her on top of everything else!”

“No one’s asking you to,” Namjoon responded calmly, wiping his mouth with the cloth napkin.

“You don’t know what she’s going through. If it’s gotten to the point of her wanting to quit, it’s probably unbearable,” Seokjin weighed in and Jimin leaned back on his chair, a bratty pout on his lips.

Just then, you darted through the living room like an arrow, heading for the front door. Yoongi showed up not long after, a tired expression on his face.

“We’re sleeping at my place tonight,” he explained to his pack members before following behind you.

No one said anything, the banging of the door echoing through the penthouse as a bitter reminder of what had just transpired.

“I hope you’re happy,” Jungkook broke the silence, angrily pushing his chair back and taking his plate to the kitchen.

Jimin didn’t reply, and one by one all of the members left the table until only Namjoon and him remained.

“You really shouldn’t try to overcompensate,” Namjoon broke the silence.

“What are you talking about?” Jimin frowned.

“Don’t tell me you already forgot about the pull, that day at the club?” Namjoon raised his eyebrows teasingly and Jimin’s shoulders sinked.

“It was just a weird coincidence, it didn’t mean anything. And it doesn't change how I feel about her,” the man replied stubbornly.

“Yeah, right. Keep telling yourself that,” Namjoon chuckled, patting the man on the back before also standing up to walk away, leaving Jimin completely alone with his thoughts and regrets.

.......

Yoongi let out a deep sigh, pouring the hot water from the kettle into two mugs. After hearing you vent for what felt like forever, the man advised you to take a warm bath to calm down. You accepted his suggestion and Yoongi decided to brew some camomile tea, hoping it would help further soothe your nerves.

The alpha carried the full mugs carefully across the apartment, pushing the door open with his hip and finding you already in the room, digging through one of his drawers for something to wear.

“You really should leave some clothes here,” he said, placing the mugs down on the nightstands and sitting on the bed.

“You’re right. You know what, maybe we should just move here! I bet Jimin would love that,” you replied in a sarcastic tone. “Then I can finally fulfill my dream of becoming your ‘stay at home trophy wife’ and spending all of your hard earned money!”

Yoongi sighed deeply, not wanting to say anything that could rile you up again.

“Hey, what’s this?” you asked, pulling a shirt out of the drawer that seemed to be wrapped up around something. 

For a second Yoongi was confused, but once he remembered what it was, his eyes widened in alarm, the world seeming to slow down as he watched you unravel the shirt to reveal a tiny velvety box.

“Oh?” you looked at him with curiosity. “Is this-” you opened the box with a happy glint in your eye, that quickly turned into disappointment once you saw its contents.

You pulled out a delicate golden necklace, the letter ‘J’ dangling prettily in the air as you stared at Yoongi, hoping for an explanation.

“I didn’t know it was still in there,” he offered, trying to buy time. 

“Was this your sister’s?” you asked, offering him an out. Yoongi considered taking it, but decided that if this white lie came up again in the future, it might become very detrimental.

“No,” he said firmly, getting up and walking towards you. “It’s from an ex.”

Your eyes widened and Yoongi couldn’t quite tell if you were only surprised or also upset by the revelation.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snooped around your things,” you replied after a moment, returning the necklace to the box and offering it to him.

“It’s alright,” he said, picking it up and placing it on top of the dresser. “I had completely forgotten about it.”

“It must be important if you kept it even after the breakup.”

“I just didn’t know what to do with it,” Yoongi tried to justify himself.

You walked to the bed and sat down, avoiding Yoongi’s gaze.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about it, okay?” the alpha offered, walking towards you.

“I’m not worried, just… surprised, that’s all,” you took a sip from your tea. “But I guess I shouldn’t be. Of course you have a past.”

“And that’s all it is,” he reassured you, sitting close to you.

“Fuck, what a weird night,” you chuckled to yourself and Yoongi observed with concern.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi said after a while.

“Don’t apologize. It’s nothing really. To be fair, it did take my mind off of Jimin and his shenanigans for a bit,” you replied, brushing a gentle hand against Yoongi’s cheek, who gulped uncomfortably. “I’m tired. Can we just go to bed?”

“Of course.”

........

“Yoongi said you wanted to talk to me?” you popped your head inside Namjoon’s room and the man nodded.

“Yeah, just wanted to see where your mind is at regarding you leaving your job and all that. We didn't really get the chance to talk about it that day,” the man responded as you sat across from him.

Almost a week had passed since your standoff with Jimin. After staying at Yoongi’s apartment for a couple days, you returned to your normal routine, although you and the dancer avoided each other as much as possible, opting for the silent treatment. It seemed like all of the progress you had made during your whole time living together had evaporated, landing you back on square one, which was extremely frustrating.

“I haven’t talked to my dad yet. I’m thinking of doing it after I’m officially bonded to the pack,” you explained.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“And don’t worry, I have money saved and plan to look for another job right away,” you hurried to add.

Namjoon shook his head, smiling fondly.

“If that’s what you want to do. But don’t stress over it, it’s really not a problem, at all.”

“It sounded like a problem to Jimin,” you said, letting some of your unresolved frustration show.

“Between the seven of us, we have more money than we know what to do with. I assure you his little display the other day had nothing to do with it. He was just projecting.”

“Still. I don’t want to give him ammunition to pick on me.”

“I understand,” the man nodded. “But don’t hesitate to ask for anything, okay? We’re here to take care of you, no matter the circumstances.”

“Thanks, Namjoon, I appreciate it.”

You showed the man a grateful smile and moved to get up from his chair.

“Oh! Another thing,” the man said, stopping you in your tracks. “Taehyung is coming back on Friday and the blood moon is only a few weeks away,” he informed.

You nodded, but of course you already knew about the moon. Ever since the first time Namjoon brought up the ritual that would bond you to his pack, you had marked the date on your calendar and spent a lot of time researching it, trying to be prepared for the big day. Unfortunately, since it was an ancient ritual performed only when omegas were involved, there wasn’t a lot about it available on the internet.

“We have almost everything prepared. We’re going to Jin’s house on the mountains. The weather is pretty nice this time of year, but it can get a bit chilly at night. So don’t forget to pack some warm clothes.”

“Will do. But I couldn’t find much about the ritual online,” you told him, sounding frustrated.

Namjoon scratched his chin thoughtfully for a second, then got up and opened a cabinet, pulling out an old book and handing it to you.

“Everything, or at least most things, you need to know are in there.”

“You really should’ve given me this earlier, you know?” you teased.

“I intended to, but it slipped my mind, sorry.”

“Better late than never, I guess,” you shrugged and Namjoon chuckled.

“That’s the spirit!”

“I’ll leave you alone, now. Thanks for the book,” you said, making your way to the door.

“You’re welcome. Come to me if you have any doubts.”

.......

“Honey!!! I’m home!!!”

Taehyung’s velvety voice reverberated through the penthouse, summoning all of his members to the entrance hall.

“You survived!” Hoseok jumped on the man, hugging him tightly as a happy Jimin and a giggly Jungkook joined in. 

You observed from afar, almost feeling as if you were intruding in an intimate moment you weren’t supposed to witness.

“Good to have you back,” Namjoon hugged his friend once the others had let go, followed by Seokjin.

Once all of the men had properly greeted him, Taehyung's eyes wandered around, landing on you.

“What about you? Didn’t you miss me?” he pouted, opening his arms in invitation.

After hesitating for a second, you walked towards him, entering his embrace as he buried his face in your hair.

“Of course I missed you, silly,” you told him, the sound slightly muffled by his torso.

“I know,” he replied, smiling against you and breathing in your heavenly scent.

“How was it?” Seokjin asked the man once you and Taehyung separated from each other.

“Miserable!” Taehyung grimaced, throwing a dramatic hand over his forehead. “But I used that-”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” you announced, not willing to listen to intimate details about how Taehyung had managed to keep his libido under control. You heard some of the members laughing at your reaction as you walked away, but you didn’t mind, confident that it was best to give them some privacy to discuss alpha matters.

You went straight back to your room and started fluffing up the pillows to lie down, your mind wandering as you did so. The alphas’ efforts to make you feel included didn’t go unnoticed by you and were greatly appreciated. But sometimes you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely and, honestly, out of place. They could relate to each other on many levels and had also known one another forever, while you were just a newcomer who was still trying to adjust to your new life and couldn’t even get along with all the members.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked upon entering the room, his voice sounding genuinely curious as a smirk emerged on his face.

Only then did you look at the bed and realize what you had done. Without even noticing, you had taken clean sheets and spare pillows out of the closet and placed them all on the bed, frantically fluffing and rearranging them until they started to resemble a comfortable little structure.

Your fingers froze, still holding onto a pillow.

“I- I don’t know why I did this,” you replied, completely flabbergasted by your own actions.

“Were you… nesting?” Yoongi asked, the amused smirk growing as he stalked towards you.

“That’s not possible, I don’t nest! Omegas on heat suppressants don’t nest!” you replied, just as Yoongi reached you from behind, latching his hands around your waist and pulling you into a back hug. Something about seeing you building a nest on the shared bed lit up a fire inside him.

“Looks like a nest to me, Kitty,” he whispered in your ear, licking over the scent gland on your neck and making you shiver.

“N- no, I-”

“Shh… It’s okay, Kitty. I like your nest, it looks comfy. Can I enter?”

Even though you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs that you didn’t nest, that it was impossible for you to do so, all you could do was nod at him, already feeling the telltale signs of arousal building after being complimented by your alpha.

Yoongi climbed on the bed and sat in the middle of your little makeshift pillow fort, a huge smile on his face.

“C’mon, join me,” he said, holding a hand out. Your body moved on its own accord, doing as requested. You sat in between his legs, the two of you staring at each other as your mind tried to process what the hell was going on.

“So pretty, my omega,” Yoongi complimented, kissing your cheek gently and you practically cooed. He could smell your growing arousal in the air, already feeling his own cock hardening in his sweatpants.

You could feel your mind getting hazy and leaned your head back, exposing your neck fully in a sign of submission. Yoongi didn’t waste any time. Leaning over, he licked and sucked the delicate skin, nibbling on the same exact place he had marked you, the gesture making you whine.

“Alpha,” you whispered, mind completely taken over by lust.

“Can I take care of you, Kitty?” he asked, spreading kisses all over your jawline.

“Please, alpha.”

“Lay back for me.”

You did as told, laying on your back on top of the many layers of bedding, finally realizing how comfortable your “nest” truly was.

Yoongi kneeled, his hands immediately flying to your pants and pulling them down in one swift movement. He marveled at the wet patch on your underwear, amazed at how much slick you had managed to produce before he even had the chance to touch you properly.

He pulled your panties down and you lifted yourself onto your elbows to look at him.

The man laid flat on his stomach, spreading your legs apart as much as possible and lodging his head between your thighs, his face only a few inches away from your aching cunt.

“Fuck, this smell!” Yoongi took a deep breath in, his pupils completely blown out. Nothing could beat getting a whiff of his favorite fragrance straight from the source. Yoongi noticed that, somehow, you smelled even sweeter than usual.

“Alpha…” you whined, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry, Kitty, alpha’s gonna take care of you,” he said, right before diving in.

Yoongi’s tongue lapped up at your pussy like a starved man as you leaned back and whined, your fists darting out to hold onto the sheets. The more he slurped up your juices, the more slick your body produced, and soon enough your liquids were dripping onto the mattress, creating a mess under you.

The alpha pulled back, mesmerized by the scene. Your scent had completely taken over the air in the room and Yoongi could feel his head getting hazy, as if under the influence. 

“So wet, Kitty…” he marveled, before leaning in again, this time placing his tongue at your entrance, his nose brushing against your clitoris.

You tried to call out his name, but all that came out was an incoherent moan, your head unable to form any intelligible words.

Yoongi’s tongue probed at your hole, his hands sliding over your skin to grab your breasts. Once he reached them, he pinched and squeezed your nipples between his fingers, pushing his tongue further inside you.

You moaned louder, squirming under the man as he licked your insides, his rock hard cock rubbing against the mattress, the friction only adding to his arousal.

The pressure building on your lower belly got more and more intense, to the point where your hips started moving on their own accord. The man growled at your eagerness, eating you out with even more fervor.

You reached your high with a feral scream, squirting over Yoongi’s face as the alpha drank from you like you were the last bottle of water in the desert. Once the liquid stopped flowing out, he pulled back, chin glistening and a huge satisfied smile on his face.

You stared at the ceiling with eyes half closed and completely overwhelmed by the unprecedented heights of pleasure.

“You okay, Kitty?” Yoongi asked in a gentle tone, rubbing his nose against your inner thigh.

“Yeah…” you managed to get out in a croaky voice.

“Should we stop?”

At his question, you snapped your head up to look at him.

“No,” you responded firmly.

“It’s okay if you’re too tired,” Yoongi said, lifting himself and sitting back on his knees, allowing for you to see the massive erection in his sweatpants.

“I said no,” you reiterated, sitting up to face him. “I want your cock, alpha,” you told him in a needy tone that made his cock twitch.

You reached for the band of his pants and Yoongi chuckled, amused by your impatience.

“Okay, okay,” he replied, lowering his sweatpants along with his underwear, allowing his erection to spring free.

You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back, your sudden dominance taking the alpha by surprise.

With one leg over each side, you straddled him, not wasting any time before aligning your sexes together and sinking down smoothly, taking his cock to the hilt.

“Oh, my God,” Yoongi’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of your drenched walls hugging him. His hands gripped hard onto your ass and the alpha bounced you on his cock as both of your moans got progressively louder.

You grabbed onto Yoongi’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. You lapped and sucked at his scent gland, completely drunk on his chocolaty smell.

“Fuuuuck,” the alpha let out a dragged moan, bouncing you harder and faster onto himself. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation of being full, your walls contracting around Yoongi’s cock as a second orgasm approached.

“Gonna fill you up,” Yoongi breathed out, “ fill you up with my puppies.”

That was the final push you needed, clamping down on him and burying your face in his neck. Yoongi thrusted a couple more times before slamming you down on his lap and shooting his cum inside you.

He let out a guttural growl, holding you tight against his body until he had released every single drop.

Breathing heavily, Yoongi hugged you in place. Too exhausted to move, you laid on top of him, one of his hands moving to gently massage your scalp until everything faded to black and you fell asleep. 

.......

“Oh, shit,” Jungkook’s nose twitched, picking up on the sweet scent. “You guys smell that?” he turned to Seokjin and Taehyung who were lounging on the couch next to him.

“Is that her?” Taehyung replied with wide eyes.

“Did they leave the door open while having sex? What is this?” Seokjin frowned, completely flabbergasted by how strong your scent was.

“Oh my God,” Taehyung closed his eyes, basking in the heavenly smell. Even though his rut had just ended and he had masturbated enough to last him a whole month, his cock couldn’t help but twitch in his pants.

“I think I need to go,” Jungkook shot up from the couch, eyes wide and pupils blown out. The young alpha darted out of the apartment as the two men left behind wondered what to do.

“He might have the right idea. My inner alpha is clawing at my throat right now,” Taehyung said with a worried expression.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

.......

“Welcome back.”

Still sleepy, you rolled over in bed, Yoongi greeting you with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, placing his book down on the bedside table and focusing his full attention on you.

“Sticky,” you replied, feeling the uncomfortable wetness between your thighs.

“Fair enough,” Yoongi chuckled. “Want me to prepare you a bath?”

You nodded and the man placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before leaving for the ensuite bathroom. While listening to the distant sound of pouring water, you thought back to what had happened.

You had never felt so out of control before. It was like your inner omega had taken complete control over your actions and you were a mere spectator, watching everything from a backseat.

Looking around the bed, you realized that you were still laying on top of your now ruined “nest”. Just using that word made you feel weird. You hadn’t nested in years and you hated it. It was one of the things you hated the most about being an omega, other than your cramps, of course.

“It’s ready,” Yoongi announced.

As soon as you stood up, cum started dripping down your legs and you grimaced at the sight.

“Did you say you were going to fill me up with your pups or did I hallucinate that?” you asked Yoongi with a smirk, joining him inside the bathroom.

“I think I may have,” he replied with a tiny embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You don’t remember?”

“I do. But it all just feels a bit-”

“Hazy,” you completed his sentence.

“Exactly.”

You lowered yourself into the warm water, enjoying the way it hugged your sore muscles.

“Did it make you uncomfortable?” Yoongi asked, sitting down on the floor next to the tub.

“Not at all. I’m actually surprised by how much I liked it,” you replied, running a soapy loofa against your skin.

“That’s good, I guess. Well, enjoy your bath,” Yoongi told you with a smile, getting to his feet. “I’m gonna go change the sheets.”

He was almost at the door when you called his name, making him look back.

“Thanks for taking care of me. I love you,” you told him earnestly and the alpha grew three shades redder at the unexpected statement.

“I love you too,” he replied with a soft smile, coming back to peck your lips before leaving.

Chapter Text

From a young age, Seokjin could tell that there was something off about his family. His mother was always serious, making sure her clothes were as pristine as possible and that not a speck of dust was left behind on the furniture. His father was a serious man, spending most of his time at work. Even though they had all of their meals together at the family’s huge estate, there were no deep conversations, no laughter. From an outsider’s perspective, it probably seemed as if the people at the table were actually strangers.

Lucky for him, Seokjin and his older brother got along quite well, one offering solace to the other when the pressures of the family got to be too much, which they often did.

Seokjin had no recollection of ever seeing his parents share skinship, not even a touch of the hand or a loving kiss to the cheek. At age twelve, it all finally made sense, as he learned that his parent’s marriage had been an arranged one.

“To ensure the strengthening of our bloodline,” his grandfather had explained. “It worked. You two are living proof of that,” the man added, caressing his grandchildren’s head with something that resembled affection. That was the day Seokjin promised himself he would never take part in a marriage of convenience, determined not to replicate his parents’ miserable existence.

During the summers, the family often traveled to their manor in the mountains. Some of Seokjin’s favorite childhood memories were made there, running around in the woods with his brother and Namjoon, playing pretend or simply just taking a break away from the annoying adults.

While on one of those trips, his father summoned  fifteen-year-old Seokjin for a serious talk and the boy shivered. Had he done something wrong? He always tried his best not to receive any punishments and usually managed to keep himself out of trouble, unlike his older brother, who seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of their mother and adding onto her count of gray hairs.

“Sit down, son,” his father told him as he walked into the office and Seokjin did as instructed. After racking his brain all afternoon, he still had no clue as to what had brought him here.

“Have I done something wrong, father?”

The older man shook his head and took a seat across from Seokjin.

“No, son. Today is the day you learn more about your family’s history and our duty.”

“Duty?” Seokjin frowned slightly.

“Yes. A duty that has been with our clan for many centuries. Follow me.”

The man stood up, Seokjin close on his trail, as he made his way out of the office and down the corridor. He stopped in front of a wooden door with the family’s insignia marked on it. The door had been closed ever since Seokjin could remember, and it felt weird to see his father pull out a necklace from under his shirt and use the golden key that hung from it to unlock it.

He motioned for Seokjin to follow him inside, and the two of them started down a long spiral staircase that seemed to have no end. In the young boy’s mind, it felt like the beginning of a horror movie and he stuck close to his dad, not wanting to come across an entity or an ancient vampire hiding in a dark corner.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Seokjin was mesmerized by the dozens of rows of bookshelves that extended as far as the eye could see.

“Where are we?” he asked, still looking around in astoundment.

“This is the place where most of our culture, history and secrets are kept.”

Seokjin’s father walked to the nearest table, taking a seat.

“You know, son, our blood lineage goes back to the founders of the original Kim clan,” his father started.

“I know that,” Seokjin also sat, weirded out by where this conversation was headed.

“It is tradition that the eldest son of each generation takes on the role of his predecessor.”

“Role? What are you talking about?” Seokjin's head spun with confusion.

“In the past, each clan had their own specific duties to uphold in society. The Kim’s were the keepers of history, passing on the knowledge from one generation of wolves to the other. That’s also part of the reason why our clan is so well respected amongst the others.”

Seokjin nodded, doing his best to follow along.

“As the oldest of my generation, I have been entrusted with the keys to this ancient library. It has been my duty for over fifty years to keep it safe and that’s what I have done. When the time comes, your brother will take my place and so on.”

“What is my role in this?”

“Even though you won’t be the one directly entrusted with the protection of the documents, you’re still a Kim. Few people have the privilege to visit this place and you’re amongst the fortunate ones.”

His father leaned forward, resting both hands on the table and looking intently at Seokjin.

“But with this privilege comes also a great responsibility. You must only share this knowledge with people of utmost confidence. A lot of the things on these pages have been kept a secret from the general public, and that’s for a good reason. Be careful with who you bring down here and even more careful about which information you let them have access to.”

“Wouldn’t it just be best to keep this place locked up and away from everyone?” Seokjin asked, not believing that he would ever feel the need to bring anyone down here.

“Perhaps. But sometimes life puts us in positions where we can’t help but look for answers. If that happens to you, use the knowledge of our ancestors to your advantage.”

A heavy silence fell over the two men. Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a long conversation with his father. Somehow, finding out how many secrets his old mad had kept over the years, made the distance between them start making a lot more sense.

“I really appreciate you telling me all of this,” Seokjin said honestly.

“Don’t make me regret it.”

*******

The house looked like something straight out of a movie. Actually, house wasn’t the proper word to describe it. ‘Manor’ would be more accurate. Behind the building, you could see the woods in which the ritual would take place. You’d go in a lone wolf and come out part of a pack. The thought both comforted and terrified you.

“Let me help with your bags,” Jungkook offered and you thanked him with a smile.

Stepping inside felt like being transported to another century.

“This estate has been in my family for many generations,” Seokjin shared.

“It’s beautiful.”

“A bit outdated for my taste. But my parents insist that we keep most of the original decor,” he shrugged.

“And they’re right. This place is living history,” Namjoon piped in, looking very happy to be visiting it again.

“We also performed our bonding ritual here,” Hoseok said. 

“My parents were furious when they found out,” Seokjin chuckled mischievously.

“Do they know about me?” you asked.

The guys shared a few looks.

“Not yet,” Seokjin answered honestly. “They have some… weird preconceptions about omegas.”

“Oh…”

“But don’t worry about that! They’ll know soon when we announce it officially.”

You frowned in confusion.

“You do know that the newspaper has a whole section dedicated to the public announcement of new packs and addition of members to existing ones, right?” Namjoon asked.

“I had no idea.”

“Wow, you really are clueless,” Jimin commented with a scoff.

“My sister always says that.”

“Well, good thing you have us to teach you now,” Namjoon concluded the topic and for that you were thankful. “Let’s unpack and rest from the trip. I’ll ask for dinner to be served at nine.”

.......

“Ah! I’ve missed this place!”

Namjoon’s eyes sparkled as he walked around the numerous rows of bookcases spread around the underground library, breathing in the musty smell of old pages filled with knowledge. 

As the leader started picking up books and placing them inside a cart, Seokjin felt conflicted. Unlike Namjoon, he didn’t enjoy being down here. It reminded him of his family's past of secrecy and the stagnant air only added to the unpleasant atmosphere. To be fully honest, Seokjin was afraid of the dark secrets they may uncover by digging into these documents.

Sitting down at one of the long tables, Namjoon placed his selection of literature on the wooden surface and lit up the lamp in front of him. As the light shone upon the oldest’s face, the leader finally noticed the man’s somber expression.

“You don’t have to stay if you're uncomfortable. I’ve got this,” he offered his hyung a smile. 

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Joon.”

“Don’t mention it.”

As Seokjin said his goodbyes and walked away, Namjoon practically vibrated out of his skin with excitement. To him, this place felt like Disneyland and he couldn’t wait to see the pieces of forgotten history he could uncover.

.......

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“I’m scared.”

The man lowered his phone and turned to face you, sitting on the opposite side of the bed.

“Why?”

“I really don’t want to let you guys down.”

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

Yoongi placed the device on the side table and scooted over, lifting his arm as a sign for you to cuddle up to him.

“When we first created the pack, we were only kids straight out of university who had no clue about how things worked. We knew we wanted to be together and just ran along with it. All that we know now, we learned along the way. And there’s a lot that we still don’t know.”

He kissed your head.

“We’ll share our knowledge with you and we’ll also learn together with time. Everything will be fine.”

“What if this is a huge mistake?” you asked, tone laced with doubt.

“Mistake..?” Yoongi repeated, the word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, as a frown settled on his face. “Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know, I’m just…”

“Is this about what happened the other day?” he asked. Yoongi observed you closely and saw recognition flash in your eyes, before you quickly tilted your head sideways, pretending not to understand what he meant.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon, Kitty” Yoongi reached out to touch your forearm. “You were nesting.”

You got up, hastily walking away from the bed and leaning against a wall on the other side of the room, your arms crossed over your chest in a defensive stance.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you retorted, avoiding his gaze.

“We really should, though. You said it yourself, omegas on heat suppressants aren’t supposed to nest.”

“Yoongi, I said no ,” you scowled at him, the man getting to his feet and moving closer to you.

“It’s clear from the way you're acting that it has been bugging you. You can talk to me,” he said in a gentle voice, approaching you slowly, as he would a skittish animal. “I’m worried.”

“Well, I’m not. Just drop it,” you replied harshly.

“Don’t be like this, please,” he pleaded.

“Like what?! It has nothing to do with you!” you responded, irritation seeping through your tone.

“I’m your mate, it has everything to do with me,” Yoongi argued, not understanding why you were being so standoffish. “If there’s something going on, you need to tell me, so we can work it out together.”

“Ugh!” you rolled your eyes, distancing yourself from him again and heading towards the door.

“So that’s it?” Yoongi called out to you. “You’re just going to walk away?”

“Yes! I told you I don’t want to talk about this! And still you keep pushing!” you looked back at him, fuming.

“That’s because I care about you!” Yoongi replied, exasperated. “Heat suppressants are dangerous! What if they’re making you sick?!”

Without a good retort, you walked out, slamming the door behind you. Yoongi popped his head out onto the corridor just in time to see you rushing down the flight of stairs and exiting through the backdoor.

The man pressed his head against the door frame and let out an exhausted sigh. He knew that the nesting episode would probably be a sore subject, but he didn’t think you’d get so angry at him just for bringing it up.

“Trouble in paradise?” Jimin’s voice captured Yoongi’s attention, making him turn his head to find the other man leaning against another door frame, a few feet away.

“Don’t look so happy about it,” Yoongi replied with a humorless chuckle.

Jimin’s lips twitched upwards. 

“Of course you’d end up bonded to the most stubborn person known to mankind,” Jimin teased.

“Seems I have a type,” Yoongi replied without missing a beat and was pleased by the flustered expression that took over Jimin’s face, the man trying to cover it up by clearing his throat.

“Well, I hope you two work it out before the ritual,” Jimin replied after a moment.

“Thanks,” Yoongi said and watched as the other retreated back to his room and closed the door.

.......

“Any progress?” Seokjin returned to the library three hours later, carrying a few packets of chips and two beers.

“You bet I did!” Namjoon beamed at him, taking one of the beers and popping it open. “Look at this,” he slid an open book in Seokjin’s direction.

“ Moonchildren?” the oldest asked, struggling to read the old handwritten text.

“Moonchildren.”

“What is it?”

“Not it. They,” Namjoon replied, enigmatically.

“Not sure I follow.”

“Ever wondered why there are so few omegas nowadays?”

“No one knows for sure. Probably something to do with genetics and recessive genes,” Jin shrugged.

“Good guess. It does have to do with that. But also with the great purge of 1803.”

“What?” Seokjin frowned deeply. “I have never heard of that.”

“I hadn’t either. Until I came across this.”

Namjoon picked up another open book, placing it down in front of his hyung.

“Apparently, it’s one of the best kept secrets amongst our community. It consisted of three of the most horrifying weeks in wolf history, when thousands of omegas all around the world were hunted and killed.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened at this revelation. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“But… why?”

“According to this, there used to be a special kind of omega. Something about them drew alphas in like flies, bewitching them completely and inverting the roles. They are referred to in these documents as Moonchildren. These omegas allegedly had the most alluring smells and the sweetest tasting slick. Alphas did everything in their power to be accepted by them and to please them. Soon enough, these omegas were building packs of their own, which consisted of one omega for several alphas. There were even recorded cases of Moonchildren who managed to establish multiple true mate bonds! Can you imagine?!”

“I’m guessing that pissed off a lot of people?” Seokjin asked.

“You bet. This way of living defied the status quo and many powerful people weren’t happy with that. Including our own lineages. It seems your mother’s ancestors were amongst the ones who led the purge. They believed in alpha superiority and considered this type of behavior by omegas as deprived and despicable.”

Seokjin’s stomach churned in disgust. Despite knowing of his mother’s blatant dislike for omegas, he didn’t want to believe that his family had been involved in such a horrible bloodshed.

“Not only were the Moonchildren hunted and killed during those weeks, but most of their mates as well. It was a cleaning job and it proved to be very effective. There haven’t been any registered cases of Moonchildren ever since. If any exist, they must have done an amazing job at covering their tracks and staying undetected.”

Namjoon paused, trying to give Seokjin a bit of time to digest the outpour of information being thrown his way. However, he was too excited by his own discoveries and couldn’t hold back for long.

“We have all been taught since childhood that each wolf only has one true mate, and that’s if they are lucky. And here are all of these records of omegas with three, four, hell, even ten true mates! Jin, this changes everything!”

“Wow, this is…” Seokjin’s eyes ran wildly through the pages, confirming the information Namjoon had just told him.

“It’s incredible!”

“Do you think she’s one of them? A moonchild?”

Namjoon’s face took over a pensive expression, his head coming to rest on the palm of his hand as he organized his thoughts.

“It’s possible. But even if that’s the case, I’m pretty sure she isn’t aware of it herself.”

Seokjin nodded in agreement. Although he was still a bit hesitant to believe it, that would explain a lot of the things that had been happening since you entered their lives.

“So what do we do?” the oldest asked after a moment of silence.

“For now, nothing. Let’s go on with the blood moon ritual and see what happens once she’s actually bonded to our pack.”

“Should we tell the others?”

“No, I don’t think that would be wise. We don’t know for sure if she is one of these moonchildren. There is also the fact that some of the others may be too eager to mate with her if they learn about this and it could end up scaring her away. I say we keep this information close to our chests for now and just observe how things unfold.”

“Whatever you say, Joon. Whatever you say.”

.......

Despite the sunrays coming through the trees, the air was cold and you hugged your sides, hoping that your wool cardigan would be enough to keep you warm. 

After your argument with Yoongi, you had walked out into the woods at the back of the house without even thinking. However, you did your best to stay on the almost nonexistent dirt path. The last thing you needed right now was to get lost.

You took off your shoes and socks, burying your toes in the dirt and wiggling them around until they were properly muddy, feeling the need to be connected to nature, to your own roots. 

When a small pond came into view, you decided to sit down on a trunk next to the body of water and startled as a frog jumped out of it.

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” you apologized to the small creature before he hopped away.

The impromptu hike had given you enough time to clear your head and reflect. You weren’t proud of the way you had talked to Yoongi. He was always so gentle and understanding, you wish you hadn’t gotten so reactive. 

The truth was, you didn’t feel a lot like yourself lately. As much as you wanted to blame it on the feud with your parents or on your quarrel with Jimin, you knew that it had more to do with your body than anything else. It wasn’t behaving like it was supposed to, like you were used to.

You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. The fresh air in your lungs felt nice and you repeated the motion, trying to calm down and ease your mind, which proved to be a difficult task.

In all of your adult years, you had never felt as lost as you did right now. After a lifetime of building walls around yourself, it was hard to let your guard down and allow people to take care of you. Growing up, you had learned the hard way that showing people your wounds only allowed for them to take advantage of you.

Even though you knew that Bangtan was different and that their concerns were genuine, you still couldn’t be as vulnerable as you would have liked. Tears streamed down your face as you remembered all of the times you had people walk all over you. Your mother, your sister, former friends and colleagues, who saw your omega nurturing tendencies as a weakness to be explored. With each disappointment, your walls got a little taller and now you felt trapped, unable to find a way out of the fortress of solitude you had built for yourself.

.......

The seven alphas sat at the dining table, the food left mostly untouched as each of the men sported different levels of concern on their faces, the empty seat next to Yoongi sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Shouldn’t we go look for her?” Jungkook asked the others, his legs twitching anxiously under the table. Before sitting down for dinner, the man had already gone to the backyard to call out your name and, upon receiving no response, had even tried to pick up your scent, which also didn’t work due to all of the smells of the forest.

“What if she got lost?” Taehyung added, building onto the youngest’s uneasiness.

“I shouldn’t have let her leave,” Yoongi replied regretfully, his shoulders dropping in defeat.

“And how would you have done that exactly?” Jimin asked with a raised brow.

“I don’t know… Fuck, I shouldn’t have pushed her so far,” Yoongi muttered, burying his face in his hands.

“What do you mean? What did you two argue about?” Namjoon asked.

“It’s personal,” the older man replied.

Namjoon’s jaw tightened, displaying his dissatisfaction with the answer.

“If it has anything to do with why she isn’t coming home, you need to tell us,” Jungkook pleaded with big eyes.

“She’s already pissed at me, I don’t even want to think about how she’ll react if I-”

“ Tell us, ” Namjoon commanded, using his pack leader's voice.

Yoongi’s eyes widened in disbelief at the quickness with which Namjoon had compelled him. He absolutely hated having his freewill taken away from him.

“She’s been behaving… strangely. I mean, I don’t know if strange is the right word. Perhaps unusual would be best,” Yoongi started, despite his desire to stay quiet.

“Elaborate,” Namjoon prompted, completely focused.

“She’s on heat suppressants-”

Loud chatter erupted around the table as the men started talking over themselves.

“ Silence! ” Namjoon commanded and they all immediately shut up. He nodded for Yoongi to continue.

“This isn’t what we fought about today, but it’s important information for you guys to understand where I’m coming from. I’m not sure how long she’s been taking them, but it’s been years.”

“Years?!” Taehyung shrieked, his inner alpha offended by the idea of your poor inner omega being suppressed for that long.

“Years. She started because of cramps and has been on them ever since.”

“And she hasn’t had any heats at all, for this whole time?” Jimin asked, not able to keep his curiosity hidden.

“Apparently not. These meds literally numb her second gender and strip her of most of her omega characteristics.”

“And what prompted the fight?” Seokjin asked, despite feeling uncomfortable by the idea of discussing such matters without your presence.

“I caught her nesting the other day, which is something omegas on heat suppressants aren’t supposed to do. And the weirdest part was that she seemed completely unaware of what she was doing until I showed up. As if she was under a trance or something.”

“When was this?” Hoseok asked.

“The day Tae came back after his rut.”

“Oh!” Jungkook perked up, turning his head to look at Seokjin and Taehyung. “Isn’t that the same day her smell got crazy good?”

“You’re right,” Seokjin responded, addressing the others. “We literally had to leave the apartment due to how intense it was.”

“That’s another point,” Yoongi cut in. “As soon as I found her nesting and smelled her scent, it was like I was high or something. My inner alpha took over completely. All of the memories I have from our time together after that have a drunken haze filter over it.”

The oldest listened intently, rubbing his chin. He turned his gaze to Namjoon and found the man already looking at him. Seokjin raised an eyebrow in question, but the leader discreetly nodded his head no.

“She had cramps the other day,” Jungkook spoke up. “She tried to brush it off as her being tired, but it felt odd to me.”

“She’s also been getting a lot of headaches lately, hasn’t she?” Hoseok asked with a frown.

“Maybe she needs to up her dosage?” Jimin proposed. “It can happen after being on medication for too long. Perhaps her body got used to it and it isn’t as efficient as before.”

“Could be,” Yoongi nodded.

The unexpected sound of the back door sliding open startled the group, the seven men looking at each other with uncertainty.

“Not a word about this,” Namjoon instructed the others in a hushed whisper. “Let’s focus on the ritual for now. We keep a close eye on her and if you notice something strange take note of it. Once we’re back home, we’ll sit down with her and straighten this out. Everyone agrees?”

Silent nods sealed the deal, just in time for you to walk by the opening which led into the dining room, coming face to face with the alphas.

“Oh, shit,” you said out loud, unable to stop yourself. You hadn't expected to see all the men at once like this.

“We were worried about you,” Namjoon was the first to speak.

“Yeah… I had a bit of trouble finding my way back from the woods,” you replied, almost embarrassed by the confession.

As six pairs of eyes observed you intently, you couldn’t help but notice how Yoongi kept his gaze glued to the table and the sight of him looking so small made your heart sting.

“Suga,” you ushered out, your mate’s head immediately snapping up and towards you at the use of the unexpected nickname. “Can we talk?”

The man nodded silently and got up, allowing for you to lead the way towards the shared bedroom, as the remaining alphas looked at each other with different degrees of confusion written all over their faces.

“ Suga ?!” Jimin questioned, looking absolutely appalled.

“I never heard her call him that,” Jungkook replied with a thoughtful expression, a deep crease between his brows.

“She probably saves it for special occasions,” Seokjin rationalized.

“It’s kinda cute,” Hoseok added with a short snicker.

Namjoon got up abruptly and, without another word, stomped away in the direction of his own room.

“Ohh, big alpha didn’t like that,” Taehyung observed with a grimace.

The five remaining men shared one last look before slowly starting to dig into their food, eager to end the awkwardness that had settled in after your arrival.

.......

“I'm sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

You and Yoongi stared awkwardly at each other after apologizing at the same time.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” you added.

“It’s on me for not respecting your time. You told me you weren’t ready to talk and I shouldn’t have pushed,” the man said.

Unable to hold back the tears that had been forming during your time in the forest, you broke down, immediately rushing towards Yoongi, who promptly wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed against his shirt, wetting the material.

“I’ts okay, Kitty,” he replied, caressing your hair gently.

“I’ve just been so on edge lately. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“It’s my fault for not respecting your boundaries.”

The two of you hugged until your tears stopped flowing. Yoongi scented you delicately and chanced a look down, relieved to see your expression resembling something akin to calmness.

“I do want to join your pack. I didn’t mean what I said earlier,” you told him and his eyes softened even more.

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile. “Are you hungry?” he asked after a while.

“Starving.”

“Let’s go eat, then, dinner’s already been served,” he suggested, taking a step back and letting go of you.

“I should probably shower first,” you said, looking down at your dirty clothes, marks of mud spread all around the fabric.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” the alpha asked, still a bit cautious of how to act around you.

“I would appreciate that,” you replied with a shy smile and the man nodded. “I’ll be quick!”

As you disappeared inside the ensuite bathroom, Yoongi let out a huge sigh of relief. You seemed to be back to your old self, and for that the alpha was extremely thankful, hoping it would last.

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You felt a breeze caressing your skin. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear the crashing of the waves not too far away. It was pleasant and made you want to keep your eyes shut for longer.

A hand caressed your arm and your hairs stood on end. It was a pleasant touch, gentle.

Another hand. This one ran over the expanse of your leg, tracing a path from the soft skin of your ankles all the way up to your calf, your thigh, until it reached your stomach.

A smile graced your lips. Did your lover know you were already awake? However, it felt so nice, just rejoicing in the feeling of skinship while staying in the darkness for some more time.

Lips. On your neck, on your belly, on your inner thighs. You involuntarily let out a whimper as slick began pooling between your legs.

It felt good to be pampered like this. To be cared for. To be desired.

“ Is our omega awake?” you heard Yoongi’s voice and couldn’t help but break out into a smile.

“ Maybe she needs a bit more incentive,” Namjoon said and your smirk widened.

They took such good care of you, your alphas.

“ I want to taste her,” Jimin’s voice said and you felt soft hands spreading your legs apart, soon followed by a delicious lick to your center.

You moaned louder this time and heard chuckles all around you.

This is what you were made for. To be loved. Worshiped.

You finally opened your eyes and were surprised to realize that you were outdoors. Above you, the full moon shone bright, illuminating your bed and the face of your lovers with a reddish glow.

“ Promise you’ll stay with us forever? ” Jungkook asked from the edge of the bed, massaging your foot.

You nodded at him and a gentle hand cupped your cheek. Turning your head to the side, you saw Hoseok, who leaned down to kiss your lips gently.

As he pulled away, you noticed all seven men, all gazing at you with adoration in their eyes.

You looked down at your own body and observed the patterns drawn along your naked skin. They were intricate and beautiful and all connected to a centerpiece, drawn around your navel.

“ Tonight, we become one,” Namjoon said and you turned your attention to him. 

“ Ours to love and protect,” Seokjin smiled beautifully and you felt your own smile widen. 

“ In this life and all the others,” Taehyung added.

As a new haze started clouding your eyes, all you could feel were their touches, their scents and countless promises of an undying love.

*******

Yoongi woke up to the uncomfortable feeling of soaking wet sheets. It took him a couple of seconds to process the situation, but once it clicked, his eyes widened and he jumped out of the bed like a cat.

“What the fuck..?” Yoongi mumbled, still half asleep, pulling the sheets back. Why did it feel like he had pissed the bed?

You were still asleep, although the man could hear the faint sound of you rustling against the sheets.

Yoongi turned on the lamp on his bedside table and was shocked to realize that the mysterious liquid was actually coming from you, forming a pool under your body and flowing over to his side of the bed.

Against his better judgment, the alpha sniffed the soaked sheets. That familiar sweet honey smell confirmed that the liquid wasn’t actually pee, but slick.

“Kitty, wake up,” the alpha shook you gently.

“Wha… What?” you frowned, finally feeling the sticky sheets clinging onto your skin.

“I think you were having a wet dream,” Yoongi explained, not able to hold back a tiny smirk.

You immediately jumped to your feet with an alarmed expression.

“I did this?” you asked, to which Yoongi nodded.

Now that you were awake, you realized how wet and uncomfortable your clothes were. Yoongi saw a slight hint of panic on your face and decided to take charge of the situation.

“Go take a shower, I’ll change the sheets,” he said with a warm smile.

You followed his instructions without question and, by the time you came back, Yoongi was waiting for you, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“This has never happened before,” you avoided his eyes, feeling an immense sense of embarrassment. “Not like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“For a few weeks now, I’ve noticed that I’ve been producing more slick than normal, at odd times too. I thought it was weird, but tried not to think much of it.”

“You really should go get a checkup,” Yoongi advised, hoping you wouldn’t blow up on him again.

“I got one not even six months ago.”

“Still. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I’ll call the doctor’s office when we get back home,” you promised.

Yoongi took your hands in his and got up to kiss your forehead.

“C’mon, let’s get back to bed.”

.......

“Ah! Don’t you just love the fresh breeze of the morning?” Hoseok exclaimed, turning to you with a thousand watt smile. Compared to him, you looked like a zombie, not used to being up so early.

As you asked yourself why you had agreed to go on a hike with the alpha at 7AM, the two of you came across a bush filled with beautiful flowers.

“Wait here!” Hoseok said, before quickly hopping over and crouching down next to the plant. You watched curiously as he approached you again after a moment, his hands hidden behind his back.

“A flower to a flower,” he reached one hand over, offering you a delicate wildflower.

You couldn’t help but grin at his cheesiness, grabbing the gift from him and smelling it.

“Thanks,” you replied, placing the flower on top of your right ear, wearing it as a hair accessory. “Do I look pretty?”

“Always.”

The two of you resumed your walk in silence, paying attention to the ground as not to trip or injure yourselves.

“So, are you ready for the ritual tonight?” Hoseok broke the silence.

“I think so,” you responded.

“We’re all really excited to have you, you know? It was torture having to wait this long.”

“Really?” you turned to face him, a bit surprised by his confession.

“Of course. You already feel like a member of our pack, so it’s weird not being able to feel you through our bonds.”

“I guess that makes sense,” you nodded.

“How are things with Jimin? You two still aren’t talking?”

“I think he’s addressed me a total of…” you pretended to check an invisible handbook and Hoseok chuckled at your silliness, “four times since we’ve been here. It’s progress, I guess.”

“Definitely.”

“I do worry about how it may impact the ritual, though. From what I read in Namjoon’s book, for the ritual to be successful, all of the people involved need to be open to forming the connection. What if he rejects me?”

“Pack forming bonds are much less complex than mating bonds and also a lot less risky. So even if the bond doesn’t form, there is no real risk for the people involved. But I can’t really see that happening in our case.”

“Why not?”

“Jimin understands why we're doing it and why it’s important. Even if it’s not something he wants for himself, his inner wolf will put the pack’s needs above his own. Also, the most important thing is that the pack leader accepts you, which Namjoon most definitely does.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Does that make you feel better?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“I’m glad. Don’t worry about it too much, okay? Everything will work out just fine.”

“Thanks, Hobi,” you gave him a tiny smile, wrapping an arm around his back to give him a brief side hug and the alpha beamed at the gesture.

“Should we go back to the house?” he asked.

“Let’s go,” you replied, interlacing your fingers with his and walking hand in hand all the way back.

.......

The time had finally come and you were a pile of nerves. The eight of you walked together in matching robes through the woods, following the moonlit path that led you to the ritualistic grounds.

No one spoke a word. All you could hear were the distant rustling of birds and the sticks crumbling under the weight of your feet.

“We’re here,” Namjoon announced.

You took in the clearing in front of you. Everything had already been prepared beforehand, with the proper markings on the ground.

Namjoon took his place at the north extremity of the circle and the others followed suit, taking their previously assigned positions. You made your own way to the center, the reddish glow of the moon shining directly upon you.

“Everyone ready?” Namjoon asked and received affirmative nods. “Let’s begin.”

All of the men looked at you expectantly and you could feel yourself shaking under the weight of their stares. The first act of the ritual was the one you were the most anxious about. 

After taking a deep breath in, you untied the knot at the front of your robe and pushed it off your shoulders. It slipped down, exposing your naked form and the painted symbols littered all over your skin, forming an intricate pattern. It covered most of your arms, legs and stomach. With Yoongi’s help, you had managed to copy them exactly as the book instructed.

As soon as the cloth hit the ground, you felt like covering yourself up with your hands, hiding from the heated gazes of the alphas all around you.

For the ritual to work, you needed to connect to your roots, to your inner wolf. And part of that meant stripping yourself completely, showing your truest side to those who would soon become connected to you forever.

You could smell their scents getting stronger as they took in your naked form, the overwhelming wave of pheromones invading your senses and making you slightly dizzy.

You tried not to pay much attention to it, focusing back on the steps of the ritual.

Namjoon was first and you walked up to him as confidently as possible. Once you stopped in front of the leader, he gave you a tiny reassuring smile, something that contrasted harshly with the darkness in his eyes. He removed his own robe and it took all of your willpower to keep your eyes glued to his face.

You raised your left arm forward and Namjoon grabbed it with both hands. He observed the soft skin for a moment, before lowering his head and touching it with his lips.

He bit slowly and precisely into your wrist. It wasn’t as painful as you anticipated, in fact the sensation of Namjoon’s venom running through your veins was quite pleasant and heated up your whole body.

Once the pack leader removed his canines from you, he extended his own arm and you mirrored his previous action, although your bite was a lot more cautious and hesitant than his had been. 

The taste of blood felt foreign in your mouth, but not unpleasant. You removed your teeth and looked up at the leader, who seemed satisfied.

“I accept you,” he said and you felt a subtle tug in your chest.

You followed the circle in a clockwise direction, stopping in front of Seokjin next. He repeated Namjoon’s steps, disrobing and biting into you.

He had to bite in the same exact spot as Namjoon, so it stung a lot more, and you couldn’t help but flinch a bit. You definitely weren’t looking forward to getting bitten seven times in the same wound.

His eyes seemed a bit apologetic as he pulled back and offered you his own arm.

“I accept you,” he recited after you bit him, and you moved on to Yoongi.

Finally being face to face with your mate, your alpha, the one you had willingly shared your body with, felt like finding a cup of water in the desert. He smiled sweetly at you and you reciprocated the gesture.

He disrobed and, this time, you allowed your eyes to roam a bit, taking in his lean, but toned form that you loved so much.

He kissed the wound before sinking his teeth cautiously into it, not letting it linger for much more than necessary before offering you his own arm.

“I accept you,” he said after your bite and your already existing bond seemed to strengthen, making you break out into an involuntary smile. You gazed into each other’s eyes for a bit longer before you moved on, repeating the steps with Hoseok.

When it came time for Jimin, your anxiety returned. His expression was serious, unreadable, and he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before exposing himself to you.

His bite was nowhere near as careful as the previous ones and you suppressed a hiss. He licked the blood off his lips before offering you his own arm. 

You bit into it just as softly as you had the others, hoping he would understand your plea for a truce. You still had no clue why he hated you so much and hoped that this could be a new beginning for the both of you.

“I accept you,” he recited with glazed over eyes and you moved on to the others.

Once you were done with both Taehyung and Jungkook, you moved back to the center of the circle. You crossed your bitten arm over your breasts and all of the others mirrored the gesture. 

You felt a big warmth spreading through your chest as the new pack bonds finished forming within you. It felt weird, but also extremely comforting. Like coming home after an exhausting day and knowing there was someone waiting for you with dinner ready.

You would never walk alone again.

.......

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi held your hand gently, walking in step with Jungkook, who carried you on his back.

“I’m good,” you gave him a weak smile. The loss of blood and energy from forming so many new bonds at once taking its toll on you.

“She’s a big girl, she’ll be fine,” Jimin called out, receiving reprimanding stares from some of the others.

Once inside the house, Jungkook carried you straight to the bedroom, placing you carefully on the bed as Yoongi went to prepare something for you to eat.

“You did very well today,” Jungkook complimented, showing a bunny smile.

“Thanks, Kook,” you replied with heavy eyelids, trying hard to stay awake.

The man chuckled at your adorableness and tucked you in before exiting the room.

“Hyung, she’s out like a light,” the younger man told Yoongi as he walked into the kitchen.

“Hm, I wanted her to eat something first,” Yoongi responded with the tiniest pout.

“Let her nap for a bit, she probably needs it,” Hoseok commented.

As you rested, the alphas gathered in the living spaces downstairs, some around the lit fireplace, each with a drink of choice in their hands, and some in the kitchen.

Seated in a big armchair in front of the fireplace, Namjoon had a relaxed smirk on his lips. Every few minutes, he closed his eyes and focused on the newly formed bond. It appeared as a golden string in his mind and he tugged on it lightly to make sure it was real and not just a figment of his imagination. Being connected to you brought him a sense of tranquility he hadn't felt in years. 

Seokjin sat across the room, observing the leader discreetly. He couldn’t stop thinking about their discovery in the ancient library and what it could mean to the pack. Seeing you in the forest, baring your naked body to them had switched something inside the oldest alpha that he now realized had always been there, despite his will to keep it buried.

Yoongi stirred the pot steadily, taking a break only to taste the soup, making sure it was properly seasoned. He wanted the food to be ready for when you woke up. Even through his worry for you, Yoongi felt light as a feather. The pack bond had strengthened your preexisting connection, reaffirming your commitment to one another, and it made him feel a lot more at ease. 

Next to Yoongi, Jungkook stirred the frying pan, cooking pork for him and his brothers. The same smile that showed up as the bond formed was still there, like a permanent new fixture on his face. In his chest, an overwhelming sense of protection towards you started to bloom, and in that moment, the man promised himself that he would never allow any harm to come your way ever again.

Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung were cuddled together on the couch like a pile of newborn puppies, the idea of personal space a completely foreign concept to them.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung whispered in Jimin’s ear.

“I’m okay,” the man replied with a small smile.

And it was true. Jimin had been unsure about what would happen after the ritual, but he didn’t feel any different. In fact, he felt more like himself than ever. After receiving your bite, there had been a tug in his chest, much like the one he had felt at the club. This one, however, didn’t feel out of place, especially due to the context you all found yourselves in, and Jimin allowed himself to enjoy the feeling, instead of fighting it, although he would never be willing to admit it outloud.

Hoseok felt completely charged with energy, like he could run a marathon. He wanted to get up and jump around and dance, but held himself back. Oh, to be bonded with you was a joy! His inner alpha was roaring with pride, an omega to call his own, something the man never even considered possible before a few months ago.

After making sure Jimin was okay, Taehyung allowed himself to relax and bask in the feeling of the newly formed bond. He also felt aroused, but he’d take care of that later. The thing he most wanted to do right now was to climb into bed with you and bury his face in your neck, drinking in your sweet scent like a drug. He didn’t think a pack bond could feel like this. This is what the man imagined a mate bond to be like, but he wasn’t about to complain. Knowing it was an impossible desire to fulfill right now, he settled for the next best thing, cuddling even closer to Jimin and shutting his eyes.

.......

You woke up feeling a bit out of it, confused by your surroundings. It took you a few seconds to remember where you were and why. Jin’s manor, the blood moon, the pack ritual. 

Your pack .

Looking down, your eyes zeroed in on the bite mark on your wrist. It didn’t hurt, but was definitely a bit sore. 

The sound of rain prompted you to look towards the window and notice the sun rays coming in from behind the curtain. You had slept through the whole night. Clearly the ritual had tired you out more than expected. The tapping of rain drops against the glass made you want to curl back into the duvet and fall asleep again, but your stomach had other plans and urged you to your feet.

You still had remnants of the ritualistic paint on your body, but couldn’t be bothered to wash it yet. All you did was brush your teeth and tie your hair up in a messy bun, before borrowing one of Yoongi’s large-shirt-baggy-pants combo and shuffling your way out of the bedroom.

The house was eerily quiet and you wondered where your alphas could be. During your whole journey through the manor, you didn’t bump into anyone and anxiety was already starting to creep in when the sound of distant humming captured your attention.

Taehyung was sitting on the floor of the back patio, a big canvas laid down in front of him as he hummed along to a low tune coming out through his phone’s speaker.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, but the man picked up your scent and turned towards you with a boxy smile. Without a word, he extended a hand out and you approached him, accepting the silent invitation and lowering yourself by his side.

“Sleep well?” he asked, brushing a stray hair away from your face.

The gesture should’ve taken you back, as you and Taehyung had never established such intimate physical contact before, but it didn’t. It actually felt comfortable, right.

“I did,” you replied with a soft smile. “What are you working on?”

“Just something that popped up in my mind this morning.”

Your eyes scanned the canvas, noticing the bold brush strokes that painted an abstract, albeit coherent, picture.

“Looks beautiful,” you complimented and the man smiled shyly. “You owe me a trip to your atelier, by the way. Don’t think I forgot about that,” you teased, bumping your shoulders gently and making Taehyung chuckle.

“I’ll take you there as soon as we’re back home.”

“This painting style looks familiar,” you commented, racking your brain while trying to remember where you had seen similar art before.

Taehyung smirked and picked up his brush, dipping the tip on black paint before, in one swift movement, placing a single V in the right bottom corner of the canvas.

Your eyes widened, head turning from the letter to Taehyung in disbelief.

“ You’re V?!”

“Surprise,” he said with a cheeky smile, completely satisfied with your reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugged.

“Your paintings sell for literally hundreds of thousands of dollars,” you stated, still in shock.

“I’m grateful that people enjoy my art. It allows me to take care of the ones I love,” he replied nonchalantly, his deep eyes focused on yours.

“Wow. I’m seriously at a loss for words right now. I’ve been a huge fan for so long and now…”

Taehyung smiled softly at you, before averting his gaze to dip his brush in a cup of water.

You stared at the forest in front of you, admiring how pretty it looked slightly foggy, the rain making the whole atmosphere very domestic and cozy.

“Where are the others?” you asked after a moment.

“They’re playing in the courtyard.”

“In the rain?”

“It’s fun.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Didn’t feel like it. And plus, someone had to stay back in case you woke up.”

“You guys don’t have to worry about me so much. I’m a grown woman, you know?” you said, but not in a spiteful way. You actually loved how considerate they were towards you.

“I know. But we can’t help it. You’re our omega now.” As the words left Taehyung’s mouth, you felt giddy, a flush immediately creeping onto your cheeks.

A bit embarrassed, you wrapped your arms around your middle and Taehyung noticed the paint marks from the night before.

“Didn’t wash it off?” he asked, reaching out a finger to gently trace the intricate patterns.

Your skin felt hot under his touch and you tried to keep calm, not wanting to get riled up.

“Was too tired. I’ll do it after breakfast,” you replied and Taehyung nodded.

“Will you let me paint you some time?” he asked, gaze moving away from your skin to find your eyes.

“Paint me? As in a portrait?” you asked, confused by his request.

“No,” he shook his head, fluffy bangs covering his eyes momentarily. “Paint your body.”

His words went straight to your loins, lighting up a fire inside you.

“Um… sure. We can arrange that. Someday. Maybe,” you responded awkwardly, getting to your feet in a hurry, knowing that if you didn’t put distance between the two of you right this instant, your inner omega might make some decisions you’d later regret. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat something,” you pointed towards the house as Taehyung nodded understandingly, choosing not to comment on the redness on your cheeks or the increasingly alluring sweetness to your scent.

.......

You opened the fridge to find containers of food neatly organized. A post-it glued on one of them read: 

‘ Kitty’s food. Don’t touch! 

     (I’m talking to you Jungkook 👀)’.

You laughed at the silly message and pulled out some soup, which you heated up in the microwave. Since you’d be eating by yourself, you took a seat on one of the island stools, eager to dig into your meal.

The bowl was halfway empty, when rowdy sounds coming from the living room announced the return of the other alpha’s.

Yoongi beamed upon seeing you awake, jogging up to you and draping his arms over your shoulders, leaning in to give you a back hug.

“You’re wet!” you cried out, pretending to be mad at the fact that he was soaking your clothes.

The alpha didn’t reply, instead burying his face in your neck and rubbing his nose against your scent gland.

“How are you feeling?” Seokjin asked with a cute smile upon joining the two of you in the kitchen.

“I’m great,” you replied, guiding a spoonful of soup to your mouth, Yoongi still clinging onto your back like a baby koala. “Who made this soup? It’s amazing.”

“I did,” Yoongi answered against your neck.

“Wow, baby, you’ve outdone yourself this time,” you complimented, reaching a hand back to pat his hair.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied, finally lifting himself off of you. Just as Taehyung had done earlier, your mate traced the leftover paint on your arm with his fingers. 

“I’ll wash it off once I’m done eating,” you explained before he said anything.

Yoongi nodded and sat down on the stool next to you. As the other men walked in and out of the kitchen, you couldn’t help but notice Yoongi’s unusual demeanor. Even though he kept quiet as you ate the remnants of your soup, the man acted as if he was keeping watch over you.

“Done?” he asked, jumping to his feet as soon as you placed your spoon down. Upon receiving a positive response, Yoongi rushed to put your dirty dishes in the sink and dragged you over to your shared bedroom.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked once he closed the door behind him, feeling both amused and intrigued by your mates behavior.

“You smell so fucking good,” he took large steps in your direction, holding onto your sides and pulling you towards himself, burying his face in your neck once again. His tongue immediately darted out to lap over your scent gland, and the arousal you had suppressed earlier returned with a vengeance.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair as you threw your head back, allowing him more space to scent you.

Yoongi’s hands found the hem of your shirt and he yanked it off, immediately lowering his head and spreading kisses down your collarbone and over your chest area. You closed your eyes, tugging lightly on his strands and enjoying the sensation of the alpha’s pouty lips on your skin. 

His pupils were completely blown out when he raised his head and he steered you towards the bathroom.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, stepping into the shower to turn on the water. You rushed to comply, easily slipping off your borrowed sweatpants. “No panties, huh?” Yoongi commented with a smirk. “That’s why your scent was so strong.”

In a quick movement, his lips were on yours, devouring you feverishly, and you relinquished all control, eagerly allowing for him to dictate the pace of the kiss.

“Why were you so aroused?” Yoongi asked against your lips and your eyes widened in surprise.

“What do you mean?” you stuttered a bit.

“When I walked into the kitchen your scent was already heightened, what happened?” he asked, eyes boring into yours as one of his hands tangled the hair in your nape and forced your head back a bit. An involuntary whine left your lips at the gesture and in reply Yoongi tightened his hold on you.

“Nothing happened,” you lied, not willing to let him know that your conversation with Taehyung had been the cause of your arousal. Yoongi snickered, unconvinced.

“Are you sure?” he asked, giving you another chance to be truthful.

“Yes,” you replied, words coming out barely a whisper.

At this point, the water had already heated up, steam fogging up the shower glass and the mirror and Yoongi let go of you. He prompted you to move inside the shower, punctuating his request with a loud smack to your ass, making you squeak.

This side of Yoongi didn’t come out often, but you liked it. His dominance tended to your omega’s will to be overpowered and your mind reeled at the possibility of him getting even rougher with you.

You had barely gotten under the water when Yoongi joined you, big hands latching onto your waist as he clung onto your back, lips immediately nibbling on your neck and earlobe.

His fully hard cock poked against your lower back and you squirmed, pussy throbbing to feel him inside.

Your head kept getting fuzzier and fuzzier, your strong scents mixed together with the steam creating an intoxicating mood. One of Yoongi’s hands moved to squeeze your left breast as the other traveled all the way down to your nether regions, his pointer and middle finger expertly finding your clitoris and drawing slow agonizing circles on top of it.

You whimpered, jerking forward, but Yoongi’s strong hold kept you in place, teasing you mercilessly.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered against your ear and you moaned.

“You,” you replied, breathing heavily as his rubbing became harsher.

“Say it.”

“You, I belong to you, alpha,” you replied, whimpering and throwing your head back against his chest.

“Good omega,” Yoongi said, brushing the edge of his canines against your scent gland and making you whine.

Without wasting any more time, Yoongi flipped you around, pressing you up against the tiles and lifting your right leg. You wrapped it around his waist, just in time for him to press his cockhead into your cunt, the both of you moaning in unison.

“This neck,” Yoongi started, wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing it lightly, “is mine. This pussy,” he slammed his hips against yours, piercing his cock deep inside you, “is also mine.”

You cried out in pleasure, the relentless pounding quickly building up pressure in your lower abdomen. You could feel Yoongi’s cock twitching inside you and squeezed around him, wanting the two of you to reach your peaks together. The man’s mouth opened and he let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering.

A few more thrusts were all it took and you convulsed in Yoongi’s arms, leaning all of your weight on him. He held you up and fucked you through your orgasm, also chasing his high and cumming deep into your cunt, as incoherent words spilled from his lips.

It took the two of you a while to calm down and when you lowered your leg, you hissed at the unexpected muscle pain that radiated from your hip.

“Did I hurt you?” Yoongi asked with round eyes, looking a lot more like his usual caring self.

“No, baby,” you caressed his head, pushing his wet hair back. “But I think I need to stretch more.”

“I love you,” he said, grabbing your jaw and pulling into a kiss, this time a much gentler one, but still just as passionate. You felt his cock twitch against your belly and, by the time you separated, you looked between your bodies to find it already half hard.

“Again?” you chuckled, reaching out a hand to stroke his cock slowly.

Yoongi’s heavy eyes found yours in a silent request and you smirked at him, letting go and dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned, feeling your lips wrapping around his shaft. You took him fully, pushing yourself to the limit as you took as much of his length as you could, almost gagging as the head of his cock slid down your throat.

Already sensitive from the first round, it didn’t take long for Yoongi to cum again and you gladly swallowed his seed, as the man observed you in awe.

“Can I shower now?” you asked with a cheeky smile, licking any remnants of his fluids from your lips. Yoongi wanted to kiss you again, taste himself on your tongue, but held back. He knew that doing so would only get him excited again, so he opted to just nod his head instead.

You moved away, lathering your hand with soap before spreading it over your skin in a circular motion and Yoongi followed suit.

By the time the two of you finally managed to step out of the shower, the water was already starting to get cold.

“Will you tell me now why you were so worked up when I found you earlier?” Yoongi asked while you were getting dressed, breaking the silence.

“Why are you so bothered by it?” you responded, a hint of annoyance in your tone.

“I’m not bothered, I’m just curious.”

“I don’t want to lie to you,” you responded hesitantly.

“Then tell me the truth.”

“But I don’t want to make you upset either,” you pouted.

Yoongi moved closer to you, taking your cheeks between his hands and making your eyes meet.

“Just tell me, it’s okay.”

After a moment of silence, the pleading look in Yoongi’s eyes won and you let out a deep sigh.

“Taehyung.”

“Taehyung got you like that?” Yoongi asked, his tone calm despite the slight frown.

“Yes.”

“Did he come onto you?”

“No. Not… directly, at least. We were chatting and he touched me and, yeah. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay,” Yoongi replied with a soft look, thumb caressing your cheek gently. “Did he make you uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all. It wasn’t his fault. Like I said, he didn’t hit on me or anything. I’m just really sensitive, I guess.”

Yoongi nodded, humming in understanding.

“Thanks for telling me,” he said.

“Thanks for not getting mad.”

“Why did you think I’d get mad?” the alpha tilted his head to the side in question.

“Because it’s wrong! You are my mate. I shouldn’t be producing slick over other guys’ actions. And plus, you were acting pretty possessive just a few moments ago.”

Yoongi chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess I was, wasn’t I? Don’t know what came over me,” he shook his head, taking a step back. 

“So you really aren’t upset?” you asked, still a bit concerned.

“I’m not. I don’t like it either, but I think it’s clear that something is going on with your hormones.”

“Yeah…”

“But I’m sure it’s nothing serious and the doctor will know what’s wrong,” Yoongi added. “It will be alright.”

.......

“Thanks to you, there was no hot water left for me to take a shower,” Seokjin scolded Yoongi as the two of you joined the pack in the living room.

“Sorry,” Yoongi grimaced, images of you down on your knees in front of him immediately popping up in his mind. Worth it, he thought to himself, but tried to seem remorseful either way. 

As Namjoon made room for you to sit down and you thanked him with a smile, snuggling up between the leader and the cushions, Yoongi took in the five men spread out on the couch, Jungkook and Hoseok sound asleep against each other as the others watched tv. 

“Where’s Jimin?”

“In his room,” Seokjin replied, still looking a bit salty.

With a curt nod, Yoongi made his way back up the stairs and down the long corridor. The door to Jimin’s bedroom was already half open and Yoongi pushed it further to reveal the man sitting on the edge of his bed, also looking fresh out of a shower.

“Not joining us?” Yoongi asked, prompting Jimin to look in his direction.

“I’m not in the mood.”

Yoongi walked further into the room, sitting down next to Jimin.

“I wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” Jimin asked.

“The ritual, for taking her in, for accepting her. I know this whole situation hasn’t been easy on you,” Yoongi explained.

“Yeah. You’re welcome,” Jimin replied dryly, focusing on towel drying his hair.

“I know you don’t really hate her,” the older man said. Upon receiving no reply, he continued. “But she thinks you do. It makes her sad,” Yoongi continued.

“She told you that?”

“She doesn’t need to. I can see it in her face every time you ignore her or act cold towards her.”

“I can’t help it,” Jimin replied, feeling a bit guilty. He knew the way he treated you was less than stellar.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, I have no right to demand anything else from you. But try and give her a chance. I think you’d be surprised.”

“We’ll see,” Jimin replied, avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder and squeezed lightly before getting up and walking towards the door, but stopped when he reached the doorframe and looked back.

“We’ll be waiting for you downstairs,” Yoongi said, a hopeful look in his eyes.

There was a pause and Yoongi turned around to leave, a defeated slump to his shoulders. However, he quickly perked up when Jimin ushered a quiet reply.

”I’ll be down soon.”

Chapter Text

“Do we really have to go back to the city? It’s so peaceful here,” you asked Yoongi as the two of you cuddled on a big hammock on the patio, limbs all tangled up together.

“I’m afraid we do. Can’t step away from the business for too long.”

The sentence reminded you of your dad and his reasoning behind almost never joining you, your mom and your siblings on vacation while growing up. It made you wonder if Yoongi would be the type to prioritize his work over family time.

“How many days did you manage to take off work?” Yoongi asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I took the whole two weeks I had saved up. Since I’m planning to resign as soon as we’re back, I might as well spend them all now,” you replied. 

After the four days together in the mountains, that meant you still had over a week of relaxation time ahead of you and weren’t really sure what to do with it.

“Well, Namjoon and I definitely have to go back home on Monday, but you could stay here with the others for a bit longer.”

You were a bit taken back by Yoongi’s proposition, the idea of being separated from him not sounding very appealing to you.

“We’ve been mated for enough time now and the pack bond solidified our commitment to one another. I don’t think it would be a problem if we were to be apart for a few days,” he added.

“Is this your way of telling me you want some time for yourself?” you asked with a slight pout and Yoongi chuckled, pulling you even closer.

“I just think it may be good, for both of us. I’m not saying you have to do it, but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

You knew Yoongi had a point. The two of you had been glued at the hip ever since becoming mates and you couldn’t blame him for wanting some ‘me time’.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied, ending the conversation.

To your surprise, you actually did find yourself weighing the pros and cons of more time at Jin’s family manor, and ended up deciding to take the opportunity to enjoy the fresh air of the mountains for a bit longer. 

When Monday rolled around, you clung onto Yoongi with a heavy heart, almost regretting your decision to stay behind. Your mate gave you a reassuring smile, cupping your cheek and pecking your lips.

“It’s only for a few days,” he whispered for your ears only. “Just relax and enjoy your time with the others, okay? I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”

With one last parting hug, Yoongi loaded his duffel bag into the car and took his place behind the wheel, focusing on setting up the GPS as he waited for Namjoon to join him.

Hoseok had expressed to you the day before his appreciation for your decision to stay with them for a bit longer, which honestly warmed your heart, and the man now stood by your side, a comforting hand finding your shoulder in a reassuring gesture that you appreciated.

Seokjin helped Namjoon with his bags and Jimin kept awfully quiet, only observing from the sidelines, on his face a thoughtful expression that gave almost nothing away.

Jungkook and Taehyung, on the other hand, sported huge excited smiles, clearly eager to spend more time in the mountains. They kept joking around nonstop, the sight making a hint of a smile blossom on the corner of your lips.

“Behave,” Namjoon told the two youngest men with narrow eyes, before turning to you with open arms. You walked into his embrace and he hugged you tightly, resting his chin on top of your head. When you eventually separated, the leader took a few more seconds to gaze into your eyes and say, “Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything. I mean it.”

You gave him a sweet smile, but didn’t have time to respond as Taehyung wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.

“Unclench, Joon. We’ll take good care of her, won’t we, Kookie?”

Jungkook nodded his head vigorously and Namjoon’s demeanor softened a bit.

You watched and waved until the car was out of sight, wondering what awaited you in the days ahead.

.......

“Hi, honey! How are you?”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile upon hearing his mother’s voice through the phone, realizing then how much he actually missed his parents.

“I’m good, working a lot. I’m sorry I haven’t called as much lately,” the alpha apologized.

“It’s okay, I understand. As long as you're taking care of yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I am.”

“Your father said I shouldn’t bother you, but I couldn’t help it, I miss my baby too much,” the woman confessed and Jimin chuckled at her adorableness. “You really should come visit us soon, Jiminie. It would make me very happy.”

“I promise I will. It’s been a bit hectic around here right now, but as soon as things calm down, I’ll come visit.”

“Yay! Can’t wait!” his mother exclaimed gleefully and Jimin could picture her doing the happy little dance she often did. “Oh, I almost forgot! I had a dream about you last night. That’s actually why I called.”

“You did?” Jimin asked, a hint of concern in his tone. Unlike his father, who was a declared skeptic, Jimin always tended to believe in his mother's sensitivity.

“It wasn’t anything serious, I don’t want you to get concerned,” she said, trying to appease him. “But it was a bit confusing and I woke up feeling very… How should I put it? Conflicted? Anxious?”

Jimin listened to his mother’s words intently as he gazed out the window. From his room, he could see the manor’s yard and he noticed you and Jungkook shooting hoops. You missed your shot and Jungkook folded over himself in laughter.

“Is everything really okay, Mimi? How are things with the other guys? Are they all well?” the woman continued, upon noticing her son’s silence.

“They’re doing good too. But there have been some… changes.”

His mother waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.

“What do you mean by changes, dear?” she pushed.

“We…” Jimin swallowed hard, “have a new pack member.”

“Oh!” his mother replied, surprised by the revelation. 

“It’s a girl, an omega.”

“Ah! What a blessing!” his mother said excitedly. “I could always sense an omega in your path, Mimi, you know that.”

“I know. Seems you were right. As always.”

Even though he couldn’t see her, Jimin knew that his mother was probably beaming at his words.

“Tell me more! How did you meet this omega? Is she nice? Are you getting along?”

Jimin let out a long sigh and his mother’s instincts immediately kicked in.

“Is… Is she the source of your anxiety, honey?” the woman asked, her excitement giving way to a more concerned tone.

“A bit, yeah,” Jimin admitted. “She’s… She’s Yoongi’s mate.”

A moment of silence stretched between the two.

“Oh, honey… I’m so sorry,” his mother said genuinely. “I wish I could give you a hug right now.”

“I wish you could give me a hug too,” he replied, feeling a lump forming in his throat.

Jimin wondered if he should confide in his mother about the pull and the conflicting feeling he had towards you. 

“That’s not all,” he continued, deciding to trust his gut feeling. “On more than one occasion I have felt… drawn to her, I guess you could say. Even though I have kept my distance for the most part, it’s like her omega calls to me, I don’t know how to explain it.”

His mother hummed in agreement, seeming deep in thought.

“And have you talked to anyone about this? Or am I the first?” she asked.

“I told Namjoon the first time it happened.”

The woman hummed again and Jimin heard some faint sounds coming from the other side of the line, as if she was walking around or going through some things.

“When you say you feel drawn to her, could you elaborate a bit more on it?” his mother asked.

Jimin flushed at the memory of getting aroused by your scent. How could he explain the effect you had on him without getting mortified?

“Don’t be shy, dear. I just want to help.”

“I know…” Jimin took a deep breath. “Her scent is really… alluring.”

“That’s to be expected between alphas and omegas. Their scents are supposed to be naturally more appealing to you.”

“Yeah, but she’s a mated omega. Isn’t that supposed to make their scents a bit more dim to other alphas? As a protective mechanism or something?”

“I guess you're right…” his mother went silent again and the sound of pages flipping got louder until it suddenly stopped. “Do the others also feel this way?”

“I’m not sure. But I think so, at least some of them do.”

“I see… Well, I’ll take a look into the cards for you. See if they can tell me anything. But Jimin?”

“Yes?”

“What if she’s the one that I always saw in your future?”

“She can’t be. She’s with Yoongi,” the man firmly denied, shaking his head even though his mom couldn't see it.

“The universe has a funny way of doing things, son. You may not understand the reasoning behind it, but trust that it has our best interest at heart. An omega is a blessing to an alpha and if you’re feeling the pull… Just promise me you won’t push her away.”

“I’ll do my best,” he replied.

“That’s all I ask. I have to go now, honey, your father is asking me to help him with something.”

“Take care, mom. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Nonsense. It’s a parent’s duty to worry about their children. I’ll call you again soon, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, mom, I love you.”

“Love you too, Mimi.”

.......

Two days had passed since Yoongi left and so far so good. The weather was pleasantly warm despite the few clouds that loomed over the manor, letting you know that it could start pouring at any time.

After lunch, the alphas had scattered around the manor, leaving you, Jungkook and Taehyung behind in the living room. It didn’t take long for the painter to fall asleep on the couch, but instead of joining him on an afternoon nap, you and Jungkook decided to waste some energy by playing outside. 

Unfortunately, you soon came to learn that your aptitude for basketball was practically nonexistent, as you struggled hard to even get the ball close to the hoop.