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mrcleanheichou · 1 year

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Wolves Are (Not) Scary Chapter 13

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: There’s smut in this chapter :) some brief pussy eating and doggy style (wolfie style?) also Jimin is a bit of a jerk.

Word count: 3,028

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Everyone please get your tomatoes ready to throw and boo at me because I’m a liar and I deserve it. Remember when I said this chapter was gonna be 5k? Welp that didn’t happen. BUT this is my longest chapter. The dang smut scene tripped me up so if it seems rushed please know I threw in the towel for my own sanity and said fuck it Joonie is a 2 pump chump today.

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Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14

1 year ago

If you had to pick a favorite room in the spacious house your pack resides in it would be the library. Before you came along it was mainly Namjoon’s refuge away from the rest of the members. After many years together the younger wolves have learned that if Namjoon is reading to only bother him when its an emergency. Reading and gaining knowledge on many different subjects is one of life’s many pleasures for Namjoon. Getting lost in a good book lets him escape his many responsibilities even if it’s for a short while.

That all changed when you showed up. Namjoon saw you fall in love with his sacred dwelling and he let you carve your own little space within it. He reluctantly let some of his philosophy books be replaced with your beloved romance novels. With you spending a large portion of your time within the space eventually led to the three younger wolves coming in too. That lasted a week until the alpha’s patience wore thin and once again banished them from the room. It may or may not have been partly due to Jimin’s constant pestering to read the smut scenes in your novels with you. You offered to lend him your Kindle so he could read the ‘Ice planet Barbarians’ series on his own but he said it wasn’t the same without you.

In the relative darkness the only light emanating in the room is from a tall floor lamp next to the comfortable red suede sofa you’re sharing with Hoseok. Who was currently softly snoring, splayed out on his back in wolf form, paws in the air and head your lap. You ran a hand through the thick tan fur on his chest and held a thick vampire romance book in the other. You were finally getting to the ‘spicy’ scene after 500 pages of slow burn enemies to lovers when a hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

“Hey, it’s late lets get you to bed.”

“What time is it?” You ask stretching your arms and groaning. Time always seems to fly when you read.

“Midnight” He answered while helping you carefully maneuver out from under Hoseok. Learning from experience that the older wolf does not like being woken up and will curse out anyone indiscriminately for doing it.

Once your other mate was situated you followed Namjoon up towards your room.

The house you lived in was huge so every original member had their own bedroom. The royal pack allocates housing funds based on amount of pack members. The bigger the pack the bigger the housing fund was. They often build houses for packs before they’re even finished being formed. For as inclusive the moon goddess is, it seemed the court hasn’t upheld that value when it comes to making space for potential children. Adoption is definitely a thing in the werewolf world, and many packs that are all the same sex do still have parental desires. Unfortunately room isn’t often accounted for them. The sale of original pack houses is permitted it’s just a long process but many packs seeking extra space will jump through hoops to buy and trade housing to get what they desire. Often child free packs are willing to move or packs that decide to relocate to other cities or countries all together. It’s like the human world with more (annoying) rules.

All of that meant there was no room for you in the beginning. Instead of packing up and buying a new place that no one including you wanted to do, Jimin ended up giving up his room and voluntarily moving in with Taehyung. The pair sleep together the majority of the time anyway.

Although often the members preferred to sleep with a varying number of other members together rather than alone, but having a personal space to themselves where they can be alone is also important. Since you were human and not used to pack living they all definitely wanted you to be able to have your space as to not overwhelm you.

You always wondered how the higher ups got a hold of so much money. Yoongi said that they do lots of dealings with Governments around the world and some officials were actually werewolves. They operate behind the scenes and take steps to make sure human and werewolf relations remain civil.

The public may not know of their existence but the international elites and the chaebols of Korea know of their existence. Back in the age of royal dynasties many kings used werewolves as close body guards. Even when not shifted a werewolf is more powerful than a normal human. Enhanced hearing and sense of smell were huge advantages which made their existence beneficial and solidified the safety of the werewolf species as a whole.

Opening your covers and helping you into bed Namjoon gave you a quick kiss before turning to head out.

“Can you sleep here tonight?” you ask grabbing his wrist before he could leave, giving your best attempt at ‘puppy dog eyes’ you could muster.

He let out a fake exasperated sigh and an exaggerated eye roll before flashing a dimpled smile, “I guess.”

You let out a noise of triumph before scooting over to make room for the large man. He got comfortable wrapping himself around you from behind and relaxed his seemingly always tense muscles. After thirty minutes you could tell by his breathing that he wasn’t asleep. Knowing he was awake was keeping you awake so you deciding to do what you know could have any man sleeping afterwards.

Starting to slowly push your hips back into his you smirked when his hold on you tightened. A few well practiced circles had resulted in his unmistakable hardness poking into your butt.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked in a voice that implied he knew exactly what you were doing.

“I’m helping you sleep.”

“You’re doing the exact opposite,” He teased while moving to give you room to lay on your back. He snorts as he sees you rush to pull down your pajama shorts and underwear. “Someone’s eager.”

“It’s not everyday I get to have my alpha like this.” You say as you open your legs for him to slot between them. This causes Namjoon to frown and lean down to look in your eyes and gently stroke your cheek.

“Do you feel like I neglect you?”

“No, no it’s not like that,” You stammered trying unsuccessfully to get Namjoon to back up so you could sit up. Giving up when he wouldn’t budge you sighed, “It’s just that… I know I've already been here for a while so I should be used to it by now but I’m still trying to get used to the whole pack thing. Living with seven men with different personalities it sometimes feels like someone gets lost in the fray. I feel guilty for spending so much time with the maknaes and not enough with everyone else. When you came home and I went upstairs with Hobi I did feel bad for going with him.”

Namjoon frowns a little before moving back and grabbing a pillow to place under your hips to elevate them to his liking.

“Let me see you.” He says rubbing your outer thighs as you rush to pull down your shorts and panties. The articles of clothing were unceremoniously tossed behind him landing near your dresser. He uses his fingers to spread open your lower lips and stares at your warm inviting hole as if he wanted to eat you whole like the big bad wolf he is. “Pretty girl.”

You sigh happily as he scoots down the bed to lay on his stomach and then licks a slow swipe up your pussy ending at your clit. The feeling had your spine arching up off the bed as Namjoon’s lips create a delicious toe curling suction. “Oh shit!”

As an alpha Namjoon liked to be in control at all times, that included during sex. You found that out the first time you tried to straddle him. It’s in his nature to take that as a dominance challenge. That action resulted in one of the roughest fucking in your life. You finally found out what Ariana Grande was talking about in the ‘Side to Side’ song. You also learned that Jimin loved doing that to him because he was a little glutton for punishment.

Unfortunately alphas can be exhausting to deal with as a whole and practice a bit of toxic masculinity pushed by their inner wolves. So keeping that in mind you were actively trying to not tangle your hand in his hair and grind onto his face. You were gonna get what he gave you, the way he wanted to give it and you were going to like it.

That was the complete opposite of Yoongi who loves for you to use use him to get off. If asked you’d say the best orgasm you’d ever had was the time he had you sit on his face while Jin sucked him off. All of his needy whines and groans against your pussy while he forced your hips down in a vice like grip. In the beginning you hesitated when asked to ‘suffocate’ him with your thighs. That wasn’t something you had ever done with your human exes but you grew to love it and crave it. He was the best out of your mates at eating you out and according to Taehyung he was the best cock sucker too. Yoongi called it his ‘Tongue technology’.

Namjoon working two fingers into you and immediately finding your G spot, brought you out of your thoughts. “Focus on me. Or I’ll leave you here.” He growls lowly.

A shiver runs through you in not a wholly unpleasant way. His attempts at using his alpha voice always got on your nerves except when in bed. This is the only time you willingly submit to the werewolf.

“No, please fuck me alpha.” You whine as he removes his fingers only to add a third in an attempt to prepare you for what was to come. It’s always futile, no matter how many times you have sex with any of the pack members you always have to psych yourself up in preparation of taking their knots. Over the past few years it’s definitely gotten easier but when it comes to you they all know to try to ease it in slow unlike the animalistic way they shove their knots into each other. The human body just wasn’t built to take a toll like that, much to your annoyance.

Namjoon gets off the foot of the bed to remove his pajama pants revealing the fact he was going commando. Giving his large leaking erection a few strokes as he waited for you to turn over onto your hands and knees. Another alpha quirk you’ve learned is his favoritism of this submissive position.

“Back up,” he commanded gesturing to the edge of the foot of the bed. “Good girl.”

Aligning himself with your entrance Namjoon pushes in his girth all the way in with a groan. Rubbing circles on the sides of your waist where he was holding onto you he stayed still giving you time to adjust. You turned your head back after a minute and nodded to him to give the okay to start moving but he didn’t.

“Move, please!” you whined desperately.

“No, I’m tired.” Namjoon says with a smirk. “If you want it you do the work.”

He lets go of you and proceeds to fold his arms at his chest waiting for your compliance. With a pout you start moving your hips starting off slow before picking up rhythm. You give one good slam back which causes the headboard of your bed to smack the wall loudly.

“It’s late, don’t wake anyone up.” Namjoon chastises with a light smack to your ass.

You roll your eyes but decide not to argue. Your obedience was rewarded as you felt your alpha lean over you with one hand on the bed and the other slipping between your thighs.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp and lose the strength to hold yourself as he expertly plays with your clit. Namjoon enjoys the way your velvety walls clamp down on him as you orgasm. He takes this opportunity to ease his knot in and spill his hot cum with a loud drawn out groan of your name.

You were both flying high on an endorphin rush, it was over quickly but you didn’t care. Namjoon stayed holding himself up trying not to crush under his weight. He very much didn’t want to move because every movement pulled on his sensitive knot. Knowing you would be stuck like this for twenty minutes he wanted to be comfortable. Wincing, he pulls you up to awkwardly carry you back to the top of the bed.

You settled in under the blankets with him spooning you from behind. Even though you were tired you still couldn’t sleep. The feeling of his knot throbbing was distracting so you decided to ask a question you’ve been thinking for a long time.

“Hey Joonie? Can I ask you a question?”

The man just hummed a noise that you took to mean yes.

“How did you become the alpha?”

“Every last full moon of the year there’s a large festival where all of the packs in the country that have young wolves who have turned eighteen converge. It lasts the full three days of mandatory shifting. Pack members are added to each forming pack every time the festival comes around and the minute the future alpha is found for each pack they are immediately put in charge. I wasn’t the original alpha it was actually Hoseok hyung who was chosen. Since he’s older than me he was added to the pack before me.”

Your eyebrows went up, It takes a special type of werewolf to run a pack and you couldn’t envision Hobi doing that. Although the older wolf definitely kept the younger three wolves in check he was really sweet the majority of the time.

“When my pack was chosen for me after five other wolves I met Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung and him. We were making plans with our respective families when all of a sudden the moon witches made an announcement that there was to be an alpha switch. It was actually a bit of a controversy at the time. It’s rare for the moon goddess to change her mind. The witches thought it might be because of my lineage. I come from a family line with three alphas. My great grandfather, grandfather and father were all alphas of their packs.”

“Was Hobi mad about it?”

“He was definitely resentful, he rarely spoke to me the first couple months I lived in the pack house but he eventually got over it. He has since told me multiple times he is so relieved it’s not him because he feels like he wouldn’t be as patient and might have strangled the maknaes by now.”

You laugh at that, Namjoon’s breath hitched as your core squeezed him rhythmically. Satisfied with his answer you tried again and succeeded in falling asleep. You didn’t feel when Namjoon’s knot released or when he got up and cleaned you up with his discarded shirt before settling back behind you and drifting off as well.

Present Day

“None of you can look me in the eyes and tell me you’re okay with this! You know what’s gonna happen to them!” Taehyung yells exasperatedly at the rest of the wolves who were sitting in silence in the spacious hotel room. The tension so thick all it took was this outburst to make it boil over.

“It’s what Namjoon wants so drop it.” Hoseok says lowly as he lays on one of the two king sized beds, stroking Yoongi’s fur. The older wolf was still transformed and unconscious after Yoona fixed his arm. The witch gave him a potion to stay in that state to aide in healing.

“Drop it? You expect me to drop it?! How can you be so fucking heartless?” Taehyung’s voice shakes as he’s fighting to stop from breaking into a sobbing mess. “You’re the one who could talk the most sense into him.”

Hoseok drops his gaze and turns his head away.

“Please just try!” Taehyung grabs onto the older wolf’s shoulders shaking him and finally letting the tears escape.

“Taehyung,” Jimin grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him away. “You’re thinking with your heart and not your brain. Jungkook is dangerous, it may have been an ‘accident’” he emphasizes with air quotes, “ but this has been a running theme with him. He is not a pup anymore, he’s had years to start acting like an adult and he can’t manage to do that so now we’re all suffering for it. It was only a matter of time before he fucked up enough to get unmated.”

Taehyung looked at him incredulously not believing his ears that Jimin could just say those things about their other mate. Jimin pushes him back into the wall and looking into his eyes with their foreheads almost touching.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” Taehyung snarls.

“I’m right and you know it. You just can’t handle the truth. Both Jungkook and Y/N are detrimental to the health of this pack. She continuously babies him and feeds into his behavior. Our alpha knows what’s best for us, it’s about time you realize that, fall in line or get out.”

“Jimin! Knock it off.” Jin growls walking out of the bathroom. “You’re not helping.”

“You know what?” Taehyung snaps, “I’m leaving.”

Pushing away from Jimin and bumping into the smaller wolf’s shoulder he practically runs out of the room completely ignoring Jin calling out for him to wait. He knew the minute the door slammed behind him he might have made a mistake but he just couldn’t live with Namjoon’s decision. Even if it means going through the unmating process too.

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yoongsisbae · 2 years

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Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 5

A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters.

BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung.

Hi there, sorry I've been, how you say, being crushed under the weight of my responsibilities, soul-draining capitalism, and the oppressive state of the world. Anyways enjoy cause I'm really trying here :') <3

Warnings: smut, reader manipulation, blood-drinking cause vampire things, underwater sexy time, orgasm also in the water, wolfy cuddles, an awkward sope throuple :P

Word count: 5k

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“You need to explain everything to Namjoon,” he looks at you, his leader will know what to do.

“We need to find Jimin-”

“What?!”

You stand up, remembering the last moments before falling into the portal and your desperate attempt to escape.

“Jimin’s the only one who can stop Taehyung! He just has to remember.”

“Remember what?” Yoongi looks up at you intrigued.

“His life before…he…” You hold your head, thinking back to your escape and excruciating pain you went through. The helplessness you felt once you went through the portal and again once you had time traveled back.

The explosion, the fighting.

It was all so much to remember, you stumble back into your chair.

“What if Jimin did something to her…mind?” Hoseok whispers to the merman.

“No! I- Hold on, just give me a minute,” you groan. It was hard to think of Jimin and not think of the torture he put you through, remembering every broken bone and bruise he inflicted upon you. You shuddered at the memories.

You try not to cry, but your body shook and tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat as you choked down a sob.

“You need to rest,” Yoongi says anxiously, standing up, “Rest now, y/n.”

Hoseok caught you before you fell out of your chair, falling asleep. The pair look at each other, both lost on how to help you.

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Seokjin drank from you, holding your body in his lap, arms secure around your waist.

“Jin?”

Seokjin licks your wounds as he pulls away, making you shudder as his tongue rolls over the sensitive skin on the side of your throat. “Yes Dove?”

After feeding time was when Seokjin was the most agreeable. You were able to make tiny requests, get your bathtub back, eat your meals next to Taehyung’s door instead of in the dining room with the others. You decided to test your luck on the vampire once more.

“What did Taehyung do?” you ask softly, looking towards the door.

Seokjin continues to lick your blood off his lips, placing a languid kiss on your shoulder. “You and Taehyung have become very close, why don’t you ask him?”

You have. So many times. He dodges every question you ask, only reiterating how untrustworthy the pair of vampires are, how unfairly he is being treated. “You were friends, what happened? You and Namjoon too…” you trail off as you think back to Seokjin’s memory of the group sitting and laughing all together.

By his silence you wonder if you’ve upset the vampire, but he remains as unperturbed as ever. “Well, if you let me in, I could show you why.” His hand rests on your neck, pushing your chin backwards onto his shoulder.

You frown, it’s a trick and you know it, but even if you wanted to it was impossible.

You don’t really know why or how you can reject his pull, but ever since that night Jimin showed you how truly heartless he could be, Seokjin’s powers stopped working on you.

“I just don’t understand why he’s chained. Did he do something…horrible?” you swallow, tilting your head to look up at the vampire. Seokjin uses the opportunity to kiss you, a slow teasing peck.

His kisses have become much more affectionate now, his caresses much more pleasant. But still, you thought of Taehyung and the warmth he emitted in his embraces and you began to wish for that instead, feeling guilty.

“He did.”

You hear a large booming noise, it sounds like it’s somewhere below you. Seokjin chuckles softly to himself as you shift against him. “But we’ve all done horrible things.” He stands up, lifting you in his arms.

“Y/n, the powers we have can be…difficult to handle at times. The chains are for Taehyung’s benefit.” He stares into your eyes, “You don’t believe me,” Seokjin states, noticing your clenched jaw.

“I don’t know what to believe.” He drops you on your bed. “I know I’m a prisoner here, like him,” you look away from Seokjin again, crossing your arms over your body.

The vampire looks down at you with a soft expression, hand pulling your chin to look at him once more. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll let you rest.”

Seokjin turns but you stop him, holding onto his hand. His company was far better than spending the night alone, vulnerable to Jimin visiting you instead. “No- Stay?” you stutter, turning your head instinctively, hoping to entice the older vampire.

Seokjin lies down, making himself comfortable beside you and you rest your head on his chest. There is silence where his heartbeat should be. You tap your fingers over his heart. “Is there anything you can tell me about Taehyung?” you ask softly.

“We all learned to be resourceful, we knew how to hide in the shadows to get the things we needed, but Taehyung...” Seokjin sighs, “He never liked it, he loved being the center of attention. He is quite charming, yes?” he teases you. “When we were all together, indulging in the nightlife, he and Jimin could draw in a crowd like that,” Seokjin smiles. “You saw, how Jimin was...mesmerizing.”

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You awake, fur heavy around your body. You touch soft ears twitching under your fingertips. “Hoseok,” you croak out. His tail swishes around quickly now that you’re awake.

“Cute,” you whisper, burying your head in fur. Daylight fills the small hut. “Where’s Yoongi?” you ask, looking around for the merman. The large wolf lets out a low ruff.

“I don’t understand you,” you laugh tiredly. He rolls his body up, large paws tucked underneath him. You hug his auburn nape, on the border of sleep again. “Don’t go,” you whisper, regretfully remembering Hoseok’s pleas to you when Seokjin relived the memory with you decoding his barks and howls.

Hoseok lays his large snout on your pillow, letting out a short huff. Hoseok wasn’t going to leave you, he was just going to find a place to transform back to human. You want to understand him, don’t you? He swishes his tail, knocking it into your legs.

You pet his head, relaxing again. His large brown eyes look over to you confusedly before he closes them, reassuring you he was going to stay.

It’s only a short while before you wake again, this time with strong arms wrapped around you. This time Hoseok answers you preemptively. “Yoongi is searching the island for signs of Jimin and Jin,” he says.

“Oh, okay,” you say surprised. You stay silent in each other’s embrace. “Hoseok?” You look down at his bare chest pressed up against you, “Are…y-you naked?”

“W-Well, you wouldn’t let me go!” Hoseok exclaims accusingly, his cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter, still holding him tightly.

Hoseok breaks eye contact with you, tucking your head under his chin, trying to think of something other than your warm body and enticing scent only growing sweeter.

“Why did you come back? You got what you wanted, why come back here?” he grunts.

You think back to the life you had left, reduced to a couple of boxes and a death certificate. Your parents who were happy but unprepared for you. Your friends who did not make it. The days you felt so lost and useless, the nights you spent dreaming about this place. Technically, none of that ever happened, but the lost memories sat heavy on you nonetheless.

Hoseok felt so warm, his heartbeat loud and fast against your ear. You thought about all those nights alone in your childhood bed, cold and lonely. God, how you missed hearing this. You let out a soft sigh against him, snuggling closer to him, listening as his pace quickens. “Hoseok, I promise…” you swallow, pulling away to look at him, “We will leave this island together. Or we’ll stay, but I won’t leave without you, okay?”

Hoseok nods, his hand resting on the side of your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, appreciating your soft features and sparkling eyes and…beauty.

You run your hand up his torso, touching…metal?

No, rock.

The gem around Hoseok’s neck starts sparkling a dazzling red light, stunning both of you.

“Take it off!” you yell. You and Hoseok scramble to pull the necklace over his head. You tug the jewel up and you heard him clearly, the voice that called out to you before, possessed you, Taehyung’s voice calling your name, telling you to put the necklace on.

You realize Taehyung’s mark had never really left you.

Hoseok looks into your eyes, watching as they begin to glow red, a sight that haunted his dreams ever since you had first encountered Jimin. He quickly pulls the jewel out of your grasp, flinging it into the hut’s wall, grabbing your face to make sure what he saw was correct, desperately hoping he hadn’t.

Your eyes refocus, back to your natural color and relief washed over him like a cold shower. But the red light behind him only grew brighter, until the entire hut was filled, blinding you both.

When the light dissipated you were holding each other tight, both breathing heavier than before.

“H-Hoseok?” you ask him, trying to catch your breathing. You feel hot all over from your confession. You lick your lips, is that why you felt like this? Your heart pounded in your ears, caught in Hoseok’s intense gaze.

Hoseok stares at you, hands tightly holding the sides of your face. ‘I won’t leave without you,’ you said. Hoseok felt his chest tighten as he let himself believe in your words…trust you.

He nods. Why does he feel so jittery, every nerve ending in his body buzzing? Why are you breathing so heavily, your mouth parted, eyes looking up at him so fiercely?

Hoseok kisses you, unable to control himself, his lips crashing against yours.

Your hands find purchase in his wild hair, mimicking his tight hold on you. It felt so good to taste him, to surrender yourself to his fierce affection. You devoured each other, you breathed each other in, gasping for air, unwilling to part.

It was Hoseok who broke away first, hugging you tight, trying to calm himself as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hoseok?” you ask breathless.

“He’s back,” Hoseok mumbles into your neck.

Hoseok was right, the door creaks open, the merman walking in as you push away from each other.

You freeze in tense silence.

Yoongi figures out your circumstances easily, his eyes narrowing on the both of you, gaze stopping on the werewolf specifically. The way his body was blotched red, Hoseok grabbing a pillow to cover up his obvious-

“Where the hell is the necklace?”

Hoseok looks down confused. Where is the necklace?! “I…uhhh-” You both look around frantically, Hoseok tripping over himself to pull on clothes and you trying to look for the necklace with your eyes half covered.

Yoongi scans the hut, sharp eyes noticing the new dent in his wall immediately. Did that idiot try to break the necklace again? He walks over to where it lies, picking up the piece of jewelry.

Hoseok runs his hand over his neck, straining to think when he removed the necklace, but he couldn’t remember. Something wasn’t right.

“I’ll keep it,” Yoongi says glaring at the werewolf, pocketing the necklace for now.

“You should hide it,” you say, shivering inside. The necklace felt dangerous…how did it end up on the floor, you don’t remember Hoseok taking it off!

Yoongi hums, “I didn’t find them, but they’re alive. I found this in one of the caves.” Yoongi holds out a torn and bloodied coat, throwing it at the werewolf. “Well?”

Hoseok sniffs it, grimacing, “It’s Jin’s alright. We need to go, we have to tell Joon.”

Yoongi scoffs. “You go, we’ll catch up with you.” Yoongi holds his hand out to you, pulling you to his side and holding your waist protectively.

“How are you?” He addresses you, words spoken sweeter than you were used to, hand fixing the jeweled comb in your hair, flustering you. The merman's eyes focus on your lips.

The werewolf grinds his teeth, emitting a low growl from his throat and charges for the merman. “Hoseok!” you push against his chest as the merman smirks behind you. “What are you doing?!” But Hoseok has his sights on the deadpan man behind you, glaring at him furiously as he wraps another arm over your waist.

“Let her go,” he growls in Yoongi’s face, who remains impassive, letting the werewolf dig his own hole as his jealousy builds. You try to push the pair away from each other fruitlessly, their strong bodies caging you in their silent standoff as Hoseok shoves the merman’s shoulder.

“Stop! Hoseok, stop!” ‘Do they have to fight right now?!’ you think, just when everyone was finally getting along, what is wrong with them!

“Yes, stop, dog.”

You look over your shoulder, giving the merman an accusing look and Hoseok charges again.

You yell, stuck in between them, their bodies pressing up against yours, making you aware of how inhumanly strong both are…how tight and muscular their bodies are…dammit.

The stubborn pair refuse to budge. You were literally being crushed between a rock and hard place! “BOTH OF YOU STOP,” you scream, making the pair wince.

“This is your fault!” Hoseok barks.

Your eyes go wide, “M-My fault? My fault?! You-” you dig your finger into his insufferably perfectly sculpted chest, “YOU ARE THE MOST AGGRAVATING-”

“You’re aggravating!” Hoseok yells.

“You are both aggravating.”

You wheel around, facing the merman. “YOU-”

Yoongi places a soft kiss on your lips, just long enough to extinguish your rising anger. “You are the most aggravating,” he looks past you to the shell shocked werewolf, “Right?”

Hoseok grinds his teeth, glaring at the merman. You think he might lunge at him again, but Hoseok crosses his arms, rolling his eyes instead.

“She is,” he huffs.

You blink.

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You swim up, breaking the water’s surface with Yoongi right behind you. It was the cave under the waterfall, you smile, enjoying the sound of the rushing water after so long. You look over your shoulder, “Ready?”

The merman pauses, “Wait.” You wade in the pool, swimming towards the merman. “How are you feeling?” Yoongi asks.

“I’m okay.” Well, apart from being disoriented from the quick way Yoongi pulled you through the water…and the longer kisses the merman had given you at the bottom of the sea, the way he had lingered in those moments, his unexpected enthusiasm…and tongue.

You feel hot all over again remembering his mouth against yours. “Are you sure?” he asks.

You lean against the rocks, nodding. “It’s overwhelming, remembering everything again. The whole time I was gone, I forgot everything. I couldn't even remember my name,” you confess, smiling sadly.

Yoongi thinks about what you said, body submerged up to his eyes, staring inquisitively at you as he meanders closer, his predator tendencies emerging only to make you smile at how cute you found him in those moments..

He propels his body up, waves hitting you and making you giggle. “If you couldn’t remember, how did you come back?”

“It took awhile but I got my memory back. I was, um, gone longer than you think…Namjoon’s watch...” you wince missing the gold piece, it had become a comfort to you for all those months. Yoongi nods, leaning into you closer, “This place never came back, but…I did have dreams of this…of you. Even though at the time I didn’t understand what that meant, I felt drawn to find out. I ended up back at the portal not knowing why. Taehyung…” you shake your head.

“It feels like he’s still inside my head. He’s the reason why I’m back, I know it.” Taehyung is to blame, you can feel it, thinking back to his delighted expression. Everything else felt fuzzy, but his eyes…they haunted you…like another pair of eyes, red and piercing…tearful..

“I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe. The d- Hoseok and the others, they will too.”

“You’ll do that for me, even though I came back empty handed?” you ask teasingly.

“You are enough.”

“Yoongi…”

“Hoseok is probably waiting for us.” He leans his head against the rocks, looking up at the cave’s stalactites.

“Oh!” you nod, swimming again.

The merman pulls you back by the elbow. “He can wait.” Yoongi is enjoying the time he finally has alone with you, you made him worry for so long after all, he deserves some compensation.

“You enjoy making him angry,” you accuse, your eyes narrowing on the merman.

“You do too,” he challenges, smirking.

“I don’t!” you yelp, as Yoongi’s arms lift you above the water, holding you close.

“You like making him jealous,” he says, his smirk growing wider, letting you fall slowly back into the pool, your wet body sliding against him.

The merman is purposefully provoking you with each flirtatious gesture. And it’s working, you feel your stomach tighten, warmth dropping through your body even in the cool water. “You like making him jealous,” you breathe out.

He drops you until foreheads meet, your noses touching, your lips so close together you just have to tilt your head only a fraction more-

You run your hand across Yoongi’s defined jaw, kissing him as fiercely as he kissed you under water, enjoying his lips more this way without water surrounding you where you can focus on his soft skin and warm mouth.

He presses you against the pool’s rocks, tongue exploring your mouth as he takes control, hands brushing against the wet fabric clinging tight to your body, finger tips running over your breasts in teasing slow motions. Your legs tighten around his hips, thighs rubbing over his scales.

“So how do mermaids-” you gasp as he grips your ass possessively.

“That’s a lesson for later.”

You pout as he kneads your flesh, pulling mewls from your lips. You lean your head against his, closing your eyes, overwhelmed by him, “When is later?”

“Impatient woman. There is someone else who is impatiently waiting,” Yoongi glances to the side.

“Then we better go,” you kiss him again, hands reaching for what you want most...his tail.

Quicker than you, Yoongi holds your wrists behind your back. “Still?!” you whine. “Now you’re just playing hard to get.”

He continues to tease you with deep kisses, his tight embrace, mesmerizing stare. You struggle against his hold, panting against his lips, “More.”

“Tell me how much you want me and I’ll let you come,” he says, biting his bottom lip waiting, enjoying in your dismay. ‘Let you,’ huh. Your foot slides along his tail, legs tightening around him.

You’re too curious, and way too riled up now not to give in. “I want you, merman.” you whisper, wiggling in his tight hold, “Please, Yoongi. I want you so badly,” you moan seductively.

Yoongi smiles deviously. “Cum for me then.”

You shake, looking down, your body instantly reacting to his words. Oh, this is cheating.

This is definitely unfair, you think as your legs try to close, unable to as he watches you, eyes shining sinfully. You core pulses and you arch your back, jaw slack.

You would be stubborn and try to fight it, he thinks. You glare at him and he rolls his tongue over his lip, his own body hot with arousal, eyes darkened by your faltering cries of pleasure, resisting the urge to do more, holding onto your wrists and keeping you above water as your body tenses, on the precipice of release.

The pleasure becomes too much and you throw your head back. “I’m-” you shudder, your body aching to be filled, core clenching tighter as pleasure washes over you like water.

“Coming?” Yoongi teases, low smooth voice like honey dripping over you, affecting you even more as your core gushes, throbbing and pulsating deep within you.

You let go, toes curling, unable to resist the seductive siren’s words.

---

“You have an unfair advantage, you know,” you mutter, your arms around his neck. Yoongi swims under the waterfall, holding your tired body in his arms.

“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” he teases.

“What about you?” you ask, fixing the wet strands of his hair out of his face. “How would I…” You look down at his bare chest, biting your lip, sneaking a hand to try to touch his tail.

He pulls you underwater, before standing up on legs. “Next time.”

“Yah!” You spit out water, wiping your face, kicking your legs to be let down.

Hoseok barks impatiently at the pond’s edge, and he keeps barking at you. “Sorry for the wait,” you mutter, ringing out your dress. Not knowing what the large wolf was saying was no doubt a blessing in disguise with the way he kept yapping at you. “Um?”

Yoongi used his pack again to pull out fresh clothes, the necklace stayed tucked securely inside the magical pouch. “He says he can smell you, what’s wrong with you, and some other words you probably don’t want to hear.”

Perhaps Hoseok had rubbed off on you, you growled at him.

The wolf backs away, ruffing again, unable to stop himself from having the last word? Bark?

---

Hoseok stopped just short of camp, beginning to growl in warning. You noticed the pack leader making his way towards your group, but Hoseok’s growls only become louder once Namoon is in front of you, confusing you.

“Hoseok, go to the house. Find Jungkook and control yourself.”

The wolf lets out a couple of angry yips before obeying his leader and bounding away quickly.

“Namjoon?” you ask wearily, and the leader’s face softens, pulling you into a hug.

“Stabbing Seokjin, impressive, little one,” he looks you up and down.

“Come on,” he tells you and Yoongi. “I hoped Hoseok was with you somewhere, I’m glad I was right,” he says without looking behind you. You couldn’t tell if he was upset, but the leader’s voice sounded tired and relieved, however his body language remained guarded.

You stepped inside the werewolf’s house.

It looked much darker than you remembered. Before everything was open and sunlight filled the house. But even with the sun high in the sky, the house remained dark.

Jungkook crashes into you, lifting you off your feet with his embrace. “You’re okay,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I think so,” you whisper, hugging him tightly back. “Where’s Hoseok? Oh!” Hoseok moved to your left side, silently acknowledging you.

His expression looked angrier than you’ve ever seen him, which was saying a lot. Yoongi stood close to your right. The leader closed the door behind you. They all stood next to you at the entrance, which was odd considering the large size of the house...

“Seokjin?!” your eyes go wide, noticing a pair or red orbs across the room from you.

The vampire looked different, he looked so…unkept! Seokjin wore slacks and a loose fitting sleeved shirt, hair lying dry and not styled like you're used to.

‘Speak of the devil,” another voice speaks, “or no, actually, the one who let the devil out.”

You hold on tightly to Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s hands. You don’t know when you had reached for their comforting touch, but they squeeze yours back reassuringly.

Jimin sits on a cushion, kicking his legs out, annoyed he was stuck in this vastly unpleasant situation.

“Jimin.”

The vampire in question frowns. The way you addressed him was not what he expected from you. There was relief in your voice as you said his name and the annoying look of hope in your eyes.

“You are going to be the reason we all die.”

“Jimin, stop,” Jin says. “Dove, we need to know what Taehyung said to you,” he asks, much more diplomatically.

You shake your head, trying to make your way closer to the vampires, but the men around you have made an impressive barrier.

Now what are you doing?! Jimin thinks. After everything you’ve done! If you get any where near Jin or him, Jimin plans to drain you dry. Well, he can’t do that yet. Not until you answer all their questions.

He hates being stuck here, hiding in the shadows of the wolf’s den. Why did Seokjin bring him here of all places to heal, he could have healed himself practically anywhere else on the island. But no, he was stuck smelling like dog and now having to deal with you again. He scowls.

How are you going to explain the lost months you experienced, the things you witnessed in Jimin’s memory. You stare at the angry younger vampire, how are you going to convince Jimin to help you?

“Jimin, you need to bite me.”

“What?!”

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It’s cold.

Painfully cold.

That’s all that registers to Shayne. That and that infernal clicking again. It just won’t stop. Click. Click. Click. Like a fly buzzing in her ear, she wants nothing more than to swat it away but for some reason, her arms won’t work. Maybe if she could see it, it would help her be able to smack it away. Only, just like her arms, her eyes won’t obey her internal request for them to do what she wants.

Fear.

It settles in her belly, so thick she can taste it in the back of her throat. Her body isn’t responding. She wonders if this is what it’s like to be dead. They finally did it. They finally succeeded in killing her. A flicker of awareness twinges in her subconscious, the feeling wholly wrong.

No.

They didn’t do this. He did.

Memories slam back into place and the stark reality of Nichols with his hands around her throat blazes through her on a soul-deep level. Her eyes finally flash open and that fire races down her throat as she tries to suck in a breath.

“So sweet,” a rough, guttural voice snarls. Fire blooms through her again. It’s at that moment she realizes it’s not the memories that have her burning, it’s the teeth shredding through the flesh of her neck like it’s wet tissue paper.

Shayne tries to cry out but the only thing that emits from her is a wet gurgling mewl. Nichols' heavy body pins her to Seokjin’s bed. She can feel a sticky, warm wetness soaking into the blankets and mattress beneath her. Blood. Her blood; too much of it.

With feeble, half-numb fingers, Shayne tries to swat at Nicholas. The best she can do is get a hand around one of his forearms and squeeze. “P-plea—, “she tries again, but the word is choked with coppery liquid that bubbles up into her throat.

Her vision becomes fuzzy around the edges, unconsciousness seeping back in. It’s a slow slide into the darkness. Everything feels so heavy. The clicking has thankfully stopped with Nichols fully focused on the reopened wound in her neck. He laps and slurps at it with a sick glee, murmuring incoherent words of praise and delight.

“It’s a wonder they haven’t done this themselves,” he whispers, dragging his sharp teeth over the wound and making it froth with new blood. “I may have gotten a bit carried away with my licking, my saliva has nearly closed Jimin’s bite back up. We can’t have that, now can we?”

Over the ringing in her ears, Shayne faintly hears a vicious howl echo down the hall from the other side of the door. There is a loud crash from behind Nichols who grunts in alarm before being bodily snatched off of her. Shayne tries to blink her eyes clear to see what’s going on. The only thing she’s able to make out is an awful cracking sound, like a rock being snapped in half, and then a giant shadow looms over the bed.

It takes a moment but she realizes it’s not a shadow, but a large pitch-black wolf with piercing, moss-colored eyes. There is black blood and saliva coating its snout and jaws. A few wet drops mist her face as the wolf huffs a hot gush of air in her direction. The wolf snuffs its large, wet nose against her shoulder and gives a low-pitched whine.

The large shape coalesces, shrinking down and fading in color until a disheveled Taehyung is kneeling over her. A small sob shakes her body, more blood gurgling up into her mouth turning it into a choked, wet rattle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Taehyung curses, clamping a hand onto Shayne’s neck. “I’ve never done this before,” he growls in frustration. “Let me just—,” he works his tongue around inside his mouth before leaning down and replacing his hand with it. A shudder runs through his body and his muscles tense. His tongue presses along the bite that’s been made even more jagged by Nichols. With slow and restrained motions, Taehyung works his saliva into the wound and sighs when he feels the flesh start to knit back together.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon calls, stumbling into the room. “What the fuck?” he exclaims softly, taking in the scene before him.

Satisfied with the wounds healing, Taehyung finally leans back and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the tantalizing and tempting taste of Shayne’s blood that was mixed with the black blood that was already staining his chin. “Nichols,” he huffs. “He reopened Jimin’s bite. I wasn’t— I wasn’t sure if it would work…saliva. But, it seems to be okay, the were-venom must be out of her system, allowing it to heal from the enzymes.”

Shayne’s eyelids flutter as she tries to focus on the man leaning over her; her savior. “Th-thank you,” she rasps, finally able to form words without the accompanying metallic tang of blood surging up with them.

Taehyung scoffs, shoving away from Shayne and lumbering to his feet. “Don’t thank me, sweetheart. I didn’t do that for you.”

Something slithers around Shayne’s heart, latching on with cold fingers. It might be disappointment, but it’s hard to decipher with so many other emotions and feelings surging through her.

“We should give her an injection of Flux,” Namjoon comments from where he stands next to Taehyung. His calculating eyes flicker over the mess of Seokjin’s bed for a moment before he turns and gestures to the floor. “Robinson is already aware of the insurgence, the compound is on lockdown until further notice. Yoongi has three in the holding cells, we’ll figure out what to do with them in the morning.”

“I’ll go get the Flux. Are you going to stay here or should I call one of the others?” Taehyung asks as he steps over to one of Seokjin’s cabinets and riffles through the contents until he pulls out a pair of pants to slip over his naked form.

Namjoon stands there in silence, his eyes locked back on Shayne’s prone form. “I’ll stay,” he finally says. He moves to perch on the edge of the bed, making sure to avoid the large, wet pool of blood soaking it. Shayne stares into Namjoon’s eyes, watching the flare of emotions she can’t pinpoint before they go blank. “Just a small dose,” Namjoon adds when Taehyung has opened the door and taken a half-step into the hall.

“Noted.” Taehyung nods. “I’ll send Seokjin this way so he can get his bed sorted. Um, what about the body?”

“Have Hoseok come and collect it. We’ll burn it.”

“On it.” The door clicks closed behind Taehyung, the sound making Shayne flinch.

“Does that sound bother you?” Namjoon asks softly.

Shayne’s tongue feels thick as she pokes it out to swipe it over her dry lips. There is an acrid tang coating her lips that makes her stomach heave. “The clicking,” she whispers. “I heard clicking.”

Namjoon hums, leaning down and grabbing something off the floor. He holds up a small metallic rectangle-shaped object so Shayne can see. “He used it to set a fire in the dining hall.” He flicks his thumb over the top of the object and it opens, a single flicker of flame dances in the suspended space between the separated parts before he flicks his thumb again, and the top drops back down, smothering the fire. “A lighter.”

“Stolen flame,” she mutters in response.

That makes Namjoon quirk an eyebrow but he doesn’t press for an explanation. She’s clearly barely holding onto consciousness and has lost far too much blood in the last few days.

“You just can’t catch a break, can you?” Namjoon coos softly, brushing a few blood-matted strands of hair from Shayne’s face. “I’m sorry you’re having to endure all of these things. It’s never been like this with a ticket before. We’re usually not so careless. I promised you, in the beginning, you could be happy here and I don’t think I’ve been doing a very good job of upholding that promise.”

He’s about to open his mouth and continue when the door opens again and admits Seokjin, followed closely by a frazzled Jungkook.

“Ah, fuck, what a mess,” Seokjin curses. “Jungkook, grab a cloth from the bathroom, please.”

Jungkook disappears into Seokjin’s bathroom. A moment later he comes back out and around to the other side of the bed, opposite Namjoon, and kneels beside Shayne. “Hey there, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, gently tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the wound. “Let’s get you cleaned up a little.”

“I sent Taehyung for a dose of Flux,” Namjoon informs them.

Seokjin jerks up straight from his assessment of Nichols’ body. “Is that wise, after what happened the last time we used it?”

Namjoon sighs. “It’s that or we wait who knows how many days or weeks until she can fully recover on her own.”

Shayne hates how they talk about her as if she’s not right here. They talk about her like she’s just an object. Which, she supposes, is partly true in their eyes.

“I’ll stay with her,” Jungkook volunteers.

“Of course you would say that,” Seokjin sasses. “She’s rightfully mine for the night. I suppose we can’t really stay here, though. Not with my bed out of commission like this,” he groans, flicking an annoyed hand at the blood-soaked bed. “Once she’s been dosed, you can take her to your room, Jungkook. I’ll be right behind you after I get the bed tossed.”

“If anyone deserves her for the night, it’s me,” Taehyung says from the doorway. “I did save her, after all.” He ambles in, one hand holding a small syringe and the other a tiny glass vial filled with bright blue liquid.

Seokjin peers down at Shayne, his brow furrowed. “Very well, Taehyung. You can join us in Jungkook’s room, as long as that’s okay with Shayne.”

That catches her off guard. She wasn’t expecting the decision to be delegated to her. It’s not like they’ve ever given much thought or consideration to her wants or desires before. All four of them look at her expectantly.

“O-ok,” she manages to wheeze out.

Jungkook tuts softly. “Don’t make her talk, not until she’s had the Flux. Come on, Taehyung, the sooner we get it in her the better.”

“This might sting a little at first, but I promise it’ll make everything better soon.” Taehyung settles on the bed beside Jungkook and takes up Shayne’s arm. There is a fiery prick in the crook of her elbow that makes her stiffen up and suck in a stilted breath but it only lasts a moment. A floaty calm replaces the burn, flowing out from her elbow and suffusing throughout her body.

“There we go,” Jungkook murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll be good as new in no time.”

Shayne catches sight of Hoseok coming into the room just before Jungkook carries her out the door. Namjoon’s steely voice, providing instructions, follows them down the hall until Jungkook turns a corner and it becomes too faint to be heard.

“What happened?” Shayne asks, feeling much more lucid after whatever it was Taehyung injected her with. “What’s Flux?”

Jungkook chews his lip and Shayne can tell he’s contemplating how much to actually tell her. Finally, he glances down at her and she feels his shoulders bump up with a shrug. “An insurgence. Some rogue vamps, led by that jackass Nichols, decided they wanted to try and take us out, stupidly. Not sure the reasoning behind it yet, but Yoongi should get some information out of the survivors in the morning. He’s quite creative.” Jungkook smirks. “As for what Flux is, it’s a drug we engineered from the healing enzymes that are in vampire venom. Think of it like a super healer, you’ll be completely healed and ready to fuck at least half a dozen hard cocks within the next hour.”

“Ready to what?” Shayne asks, certain she didn’t hear him correctly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he suppresses a smile. “An unfortunate– or maybe not so unfortunate, side effect of the Flux. We haven’t been able to separate out the properties of the enzymes that elicit arousal. You’ll be healed, but you’re also going to be hornier than you’ve probably ever been in your life.”

Now that he’s said it, she’s suddenly all too aware of a faint throbbing between her thighs. “I don’t want that,” she whispers, squirming in his arms to try to gain her own feet.

Jungkook tightens his hold on Shayne, thwarting her struggles and making her wheeze out a squeak. His words are firm, firmer than he’s ever been with her, “We would have used the Flux on you after Jimin’s incident, but we figured you could use a few days rest and reprieve anyway. But, that was still so fresh. And well, Nichols really did a number on you. It wasn’t an easy call for Namjoon to make, but it was the right one. Whether you accept that or not, you can fight it right now, but you’ll be thanking him later, guaranteed once you have a clear head. A few hours of unabashed lewdness is a small price for your life and health.”

“No,” she whimpers, feeling each step Jungkook takes with a jolt of desire. Even the slight jostle and rub of her body against his, as he flows easily from foot to foot, feels like a thousand micro caresses licking between her thighs. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh, I know it’s uncomfortable at first, but what you really need is relief. After I get you cleaned up, it’ll get better. Seokjin and Taehyung will be joining us and you’ll have plenty to keep you occupied and help ease the ache.”

Jungkook shoulders open his bedroom door and quickly skirts over to his bathroom. Shayne is entirely too focused on the heat and aches throbbing inside her to even care to gawk at his luxurious space again.

The shirt Shayne has on hits the floor and goosebumps erupt over her arms and shoulders. The cooler air of the bathroom contrasts wildly with the warmth simmering under her skin, like warring seasons that make her feel dizzy on her feet. “J-jungk-kook,” she stutters, teeth chattering together over the syllables.

The seams on his clothing strain, nearly succumbing to the rough yanking he does to remove them. Jungkook steps around the far side of the deep bathing pool, tugging Shayne along by an elbow. “Not going to bother with a bath, we can just use the shower head over here,” he explains, more in a rambling way than anything. “Here, stand here, mhmm.” He flicks a few knobs and a shower of warm water pelts down onto Shayne from a nearly hidden rain shower head in the ceiling. “Soap,” he offers, grabbing a half-empty bottle from a small cubby in the wall.

The bubbles smell the same way Jungkook’s sheets do, like some lightly floral clean scent. Shayne knows she should indulge in the shower and the proffered bathing foam, but the shudders now wracking through her shoulders and legs make it awfully hard to concentrate on anything other than putting her hands on Jungkook and getting his hands on her— which she promptly does.

“Touch me,” she insists, tossing the bottle of body wash to the floor and latching onto Jungkook’s forearms. “It hurts.”

Jungkook chuckles when his back hits the wall as Shayne pushes against him. The shower rains down against his shoulder, little mists of water tickling his nose from where it bounces off of Shayne’s skin as she presses her front against his. The response from his body is natural, almost instant, his cock thickening where it rests against her belly. Shayne lifts a leg and hooks it over Jungkook’s hip, coming up onto her toes and slanting her mouth over his.

“You want me, sweet cheeks?” he teases, the words barely working past the kisses she’s demanding.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Shayne gasps, fisting a hand in Jungkook’s hair and jerking his face down to her throat. He groans in response and nuzzles his lips against the now-healed spot where Jimin’s bite was. The sticky, semi-dried blood covering her neck smears against his lips, mixing with the water pouring down over them.

Working one of his hands between them, Jungkook sinks a thick digit right into her wet heat. Shayne cries out, bucking against his hand in search of more stimulation. “Needy girl. Maybe we should have used Flux on you sooner. Fuck,” he grunts.

“More, please. I need more, Jungkook!” Shayne feels like she’s about to cry from frustration. The gentle in and out of only a single digit from Jungkook is barely a tease and it’s doing nothing to quell the intense ache in her body.

Jungkook laps at the blood coating her neck, working in a second and then a third finger. “Take what you need,” Jungkook whispers between nips along her neck and shoulder.

Shayne uses her hand in Jungkook’s hair, the other planted on his shoulder as leverage to move her body up and down, fucking herself fast on his fingers. A lightheaded fuzziness blooms through her right before she clamps down around him and gives a weak, still-frustrated cry. The flagging orgasm is only a small wave in the tidal pool of need that’s battering her body. “Make it stop,” Shayne whimpers. Her knees give out and she sags against Jungkook.

Being careful with her lax limbs, Jungkook hitches her higher until he drags her other leg over his hip to match the other. He lifts her just high enough to get himself positioned at her entrance and then lets her body slump again, effectively impaling her on his cock. “Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around her and shoving deeper inside.

Shayne gives a pitiful cry. Her hands scrabble along Jungkook’s arms, fighting for purchase. She’s so wet and slippery with arousal that he slides in easily, but it’s still a snug fit. Her traitorous body welcomes him, the same as before. Though, perhaps now her heart might be sharing that burden of betrayal, as she can’t find it in herself to protest or deny how much she wants this.

There is a physical war waging inside her body. The Flux works on a chemical level, flooding the body with an influx of hormones that cause a chain reaction of aches, arousal, and need. Added to the internal, emotional conflict over still being a captive and effectively being held against her will. While, at the same time, Shayne’s body is so spent, still recovering from the additional blood loss, that she feels suspended in a void; neither here nor there.

Jungkook continues to move her body, lifting her and dropping her back down over and over again onto his throbbing shaft. His own grunts of pleasure echo throughout the bathroom, bouncing and reverberating until it sounds like there are a dozen people fucking around them.

The next orgasm that rips through Shayne has her head rolling back and her eyes squeezing shut. Her walls grip and contract around Jungkook, triggering his own release. It gushes with the jerky pumps of his hips, forcing his sticky, warm cum to drip down and collect along her ass. A soft, piny scent invades the bathroom, a subtle addition to the fragrant soaps and Jungkook’s naturally sweet essence that Shayne is starting to associate with his arousal.

“I’ll take her,” Taehyung’s voice breaks through the heavy breathing of both Shayne and Jungkook. He steps into the bathroom, bringing more of that piny scent with him, and hits a switch on the wall, cutting off the water. There is a towel sitting on the sink that he grabs and gathers Shayne in, headless of the cum still coating her. Jungkook digs into a cabinet and grabs out his own, slinging it around his waist and following Taehyung out of the bathroom. “Seokjin should be here soon. He said the agreement is still on, whatever that means.”

Jungkook stiffens where he sits on the bed. “He said that? Even after everything that’s happened tonight?” The questions are more in wonderment than actual curiosity. He stares at Taehyung, watching him arrange Shayne on the bed. “With you here, too?”

Taehyung looks up at that. “With me here? What exactly does Seokjin want, what‘s the agreement?” There is a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as he watches Jungkook squirm. “What’s wrong, pretty boy, what kinky shit has been happening between you and Seokjinnie?”

Jungkook grunts, his brow furrowing. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, let’s worry about her,” he says, waving a hand at a softly whimpering Shayne.

“Right,” Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “Hi there, sweetheart,” he purrs. “You gave me a scare back there.” He brushes a hand over her cheek before sliding it up into her tangle of red curls. Shayne wiggles on the bed, her body seeking some sort of friction or relief. “Do you need me?”

Shayne stares into his dark eyes, remembering the piercing green they were when he was in his other form. His face is clean, with no black or red remnant marring his perfect features. “Please,” she moans, arching her back and making her nipples graze against his bare chest.

The smile that curls Taehyung lips elicits another moan from her. “I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you naked in the bath after we brought you in. You’re so fiery, sweetheart, with those blazing eyes and that flaming hair. I want nothing more than to smother your fire,” one of his hands momentarily lands on her throat, giving it a light squeeze, “just so I can ignite it again.”

His words, albeit a little concerning, are oddly sweet and in high contrast to the brutality and curtness he’s shown her before. Taehyung has always had sharp edges and even sharper looks, sneers of disgust, or blatant indifference. Now, though, he’s showing a side to Shayne that she never would have thought he possessed. Shayne is faintly aware that all of this could be an illusion-based perception thanks to that injection of horniness Taehyung gave her. Either way, it feels nice, even if it’s a pseudo-experience.

Jungkook settles on the bed beside Shayne, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s lips as they press gentle kisses along her collarbone and down her sternum. Shayne arches her back again, seeking more but Taehyung just leans back and denies her more than the soft brush of his lips. “If you won’t touch me, get out of the way so Jungkook can,” she hisses, brow furrowed and teeth clenched as another wave of arousal radiates through her.

Taehyung tsks. “Fine, but only because I like how you sound when my mouth is on you.” She opens her mouth to berate him again but then he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, turning everything fuzzy.

“She’s sweet, right?” Jungkook muses lazily. He lounges back, hooking an arm behind his head and settling the other so he can fist a hand around his own arousal. “She makes the prettiest sounds when you deny her release, too.”

The hum of interest from Taehyung has a plea of denial coming from Shayne. “Please don’t, it hurts too much,” she whines, fisting a hand into Taehyung’s hair to hold him in place. He chuckles, sending gushes of his hot breath fanning over her aching core. He dives back in, sucking and licking with renewed vigor.

“Make her cum before Seokjin gets here,” Jungkook huffs. He gives his cock a few languid strokes, thumbing at the small beads of moisture he’s coaxing out. Even though he just came, he’s easily worked back up just by the sight of Shayne’s body displayed before him. He’s well and truly fucked for this silly little human, but that’s something he’ll worry about later.

Whether it’s the threat of Seokjin or just simply putting her out of her misery, Taehyung works a finger inside her and in tandem with his flicking tongue, wrings a shuddering orgasm from her a moment later.

Her fingers feel stiff with how hard they’re wrapped around a fistful of Taehyung’s hair. “Easy, sweetheart. You can drag me around by my hair another time, right now you should let me up so I can bury my cock into your pretty little pussy.”

With a frustrated sigh, Shayne releases her grip on Taehyung’s hair. Jungkook turns over and captures her scowling lips in a kiss. His tongue traces along her lips before pushing between them. Tiny prickles dance over her body. Each additional shift and brush against her skin elicits an uncontrolled shudder in response.

“Taehyungie’s going to make you feel really good,” Jungkook reassures between nipping kisses. Jungkook tastes like the mint paste Yoongi made her use, the cooling effect a welcome relief to how blistering she feels. Sweat pricks along her brow and she can feel the drips tracking along her temples and sliding into her hair.

Taehyung nudges the backs of her thighs with his knees, pushing them wider. Large, heavy palms rest against her hips; fingers pressing into the soft curves. Shayne can feel the heat radiating off Taehyung, his warmth adding to hers to create a hazy swath of heat.

“I’d take a picture of this if I wasn’t about to fucking lose it,” Taehyung murmurs as he presses his cock between her lower lips. He pulls back, lips tipping up into a sly grin, pupils blowing ever wider at the sight of Shayne’s glistening arousal coating his tip. “Jungkook, play with her clit, make her cum on my cock.”

Keeping his lips on Shayne, Jungkook moves a hand down her body, pinching and teasing until his deft fingers land right where requested. As Jungkook begins to strum and pluck his fingers, Taehyung presses forward. Shayne pants into Jungkook’s mouth, cries and moans muffled around his tongue. One of her hands flies up to bury into Jungkook’s hair and the other reaches down to grip one of Taehyung’s wrists.

With each inch Taehyung slides into her, Shayne feels her grip on reality slowly slipping. It feels like as soon as he’s completely seated she’ll explode into a cloud of mist and ether; his body is the only tether to her existence. It’s a welcomed ending, rupturing into a million tiny pieces, dissolving into a nebula of pleasure.

Shayne jerks so hard she dislodges Jungkook’s mouth and lets out an echoing cry of pleasure. Tears slip free from her eyes and mix with the sweat trickling into her hair. Her back arches off the bed and her body quakes with dozens of micro-orgasms, pulsing and contracting around Taehyung. His own stilted moan mixes with hers, fingers tightening and sure to leave bruises on her hips.

Jungkook keeps his fingers moving, sliding them down and around Taehyung’s cock, luxuriating in the slick combination of his smooth skin and the arousal from Shayne now coating it. “Get another one out of her,” he says, flexing his fingers around Taehyung’s shaft before moving them back to Shayne’s clit. “Fuck her until you cum.”

Taehyung grits his teeth and withdraws a fraction then surges in deep again. “You know,” he huffs, “for an omega, you’re awfully bossy in the bedroom.”

“If you’d rather not fill her tight cunt with your cum then fuck off and I’ll do it…again,” Jungkook deadpans, raising a skeptical brow.

“B-both of you—,” Shayne stutters out, the words hooked on a breathy moan, “—shut up. I d-don’t care w-who does what, I just need to cum or I swear I’ll die.”

Taehyung renews his efforts, swiveling his hips and undulating with the perfect rhythm to have Shayne breaching that precipice again quickly. She’s not sure she’s ever been thoroughly and completely ravaged before. But, she’s certain that’s exactly what Taehyung is doing. From the guttural grunts and the gnashing of his teeth, she gets her first real glimpse at the beast underneath his brooding facade. This is pure…raw. He’s relentless, pounding and chipping away at her sanity.

Through the haze of arousal, Shayne is vaguely aware of Taehyung and Jungkook counting out her orgasms as if the number is significant. The only thing she really and truly cares about is making the ache go away. It’s momentarily eased with each additional release, the line between pleasure and pain blurring after the seventh.

It must only be minutes—or perhaps hours— later that Taehyung finds his own release, emptying hot streams of cum deep inside her with a gravely snarl.

“Has anyone thought to give her anything to drink?” Seokjin’s melodic voice edges through Shayne’s head fog.

Taehyung eases away from Shayne, his cock pulling free in a gush as he reclines back on his hands. “Drink?” he parrots. “Can’t say I thought about that.”

Jungkook gives a disgruntled harrumph, absently patting his hand on Shayne’s thigh before pushing up from the bed. “I was getting there but Taehyung came in and well, we got a little distracted.”

“Mhm, sure.” Seokjin rolls his eyes as he steps into the room and lets the door fall shut behind him. “How are you doing, beautiful? These two idiots taking care of you alright?”

Shayne whimpers, shifting on the bed and reaching a trembling hand out to him. “Please,” she mumbles.

Seokjin tuts softly. “Can’t trust them to do anything.” He kneels on the bed and gathers Shayne into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She writhes in his lap, shamelessly seeking relief.

Jungkook opens a rectangular chest near his desk and grabs a few clear bottles from inside. “Don’t even start with that, Seokjin. You’re just being an asshole right now.” He hands over a bottle to Seokjin who opens it and offers it to Shayne. She sips gratefully, sucking down as much of the cool water as she can.

“Messy girl,” Seokjin coos, thumbing a few errant drops that escaped down her chin. “Slow down or you’ll make yourself sick.”

Shayne tries to take smaller swallows but now that she’s drinking she realizes just how thirsty she is. “Thank you,” she says between sips, handing off the empty bottle once she’s done.

Taehyung is sitting with his back against the wall beside Seokjin, with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. “She needs to be fucked again,” he finally says. “You can take a turn, Seokjin.”

Seokjin’s body stiffens under her for a moment before he relaxes and gives Taehyung a syrupy, saccharine smile. “That almost sounds like you’re giving me permission, Taehyungie.”

Shayne catches the way Jungkook’s eyes go wide as they swivel between Taehyung and Seokjin like he’s anticipating what will happen next. Seokjin smoothes a hand over Shayne’s hip, letting his long fingers mold around the curves and dips until he slides it between her thighs to gently strum over her clit. He keeps his eyes trained on Taehyung as he offers her barely enough to take the edge off.

“Seokjin, please,” she mewls. Her thighs press open, offering him more access that he ignores.

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure Taehyungie understands the ground rules for being in bed with me and Jungkookie tonight. It’s funny to think in all the years we’ve been here together this is the first time it’s just the three of us. Normally, Jimin runs interference…and well, if he knew what was about to happen he might have something to say about it.”

The way Seokjin says that feels ominous to Shayne. Curiosity wars with the arousal simmering under her skin. She sighs contentedly and tries to suppress a soft moan when Seokin’s fingers dip further to tease around her entrance before moving back to stroke her clit.

“Ground rules?” Taehyung asks, smirking. “Do I have to call you daddy or something? That seems more like Namjoon’s shtick than yours, but I can be persuaded maybe.”

Jungkook curls his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing. “Jungkook,” Seokjin snaps, voice firm and commanding. “Don’t think I missed that. How about we demonstrate for Taehyung?” Jungkook audibly swallows and nods his head. “Good boy. Now, I want your pretty little ass in the air and your tongue fucking our sweet girl.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jungkook immediately responds and moves to position himself on the bed.

Taehyung balks, completely bewildered. “Alpha?” he whispers.

“That’s right, Taehyungie. In here, I’m the Alpha and you and Jungkookie are my obedient little pups.” Jungkook thrusts his ass into the air, grapples his hands between Shayne’s thighs, and pushes them open. He admires the glistening swell of her sex and the slender, long fingers still rubbing her clit, for a moment before burying his face against her heat and pushing his tongue forward to swirl inside.

Shayne gasps and throws her head back against Seokjin’s shoulder, letting out a throaty moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“If you have a problem with that, you can leave right now.” Seokjin’s voice is cold, indifferent, as he stares down at Taehyung.

Taehyung licks his lips, contemplating the offer. His eyes rove over the scene before him, taking in the submissive position Jungkook is in and the way Shayne is nuzzling against Seokjin’s throat and leaving crescent-shaped indents on his forearms with her nails.

A low rumble comes from deep in Taehyung’s chest. As a beta, he cares less about the primal designations than some of the others. But, as a vampire, he can empathize. They all already had an alpha-like complex because of their vampirism, but after the experiments, it altered the natural hierarchy within their bodies. He can instantly understand where this drive comes from in Seokjin. Though, it’s not something he’s ever considered for himself. That the natural vampire inside them all, that apex predator, would always want to dominate over everything…even the genetic designation of omega that Seokjin ended up with all those years ago.

“Does he ever…y’know?” Taehyung asks, nodding to Jungkook lapping away between Shayne’s thighs, ass periodically wiggling in the air. The sight has Taehyung’s cock jerking where it lays against his thigh.

The smile that graces Seokjin’s lips this time is purely coy charisma. “Once, but he doesn’t get off on it as I do. Now, I’m going to ask you again…do you have a problem with this?”

Taehyung tongues the corner of his mouth, absently bringing a hand down to give his half-hard cock a gentle tug. “Are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

Seokjin barks a laugh. “No.” Taehyung purses his lips and narrows his eyes with irritation but Seokjin continues with a placating statement, “At least, not this time, sweet boy. You have to earn my cock. If you’re good this time and do as you’re told then I’ll reward you the next time you want to crawl into bed with me.”

“N-need to cum,” Shayne interrupts with a whine against Seokjin’s neck. “Please, stop teasing me.”

“Give our girl what she needs, pup. Then, I’ll give you what you need.” Jungkook makes a satisfied sound and a moment later Shayne cries out, thrashing in Seokjin’s lap. He pets a hand down her hair, shh’ing and cooing until she jerks from overstimulation as Jungkook continues to kiss and suck. “Taehyung. I need you to say it.”

The room is silent, except for the heavy breathing coming from Shayne and the smacking wet sounds escaping from around Jungkook’s tongue, as Taehyung makes up his mind.

“Okay, Alpha,” he finally says, emphasizing the designation and relinquishing control out of pure curiosity and the desire to see Shayne through the rest of her spell with Flux. The grip on his beast relents a fraction, allowing his naturally piny scent to mingle in the air with Jungkook’s honeyed arousal.

“Perfect,” Seokjin crows with delight. “Jungkook, enough.”

Jungkook immediately pulls away, sitting back on his haunches. His eyes are big and round, glazed over with arousal. His cock stands up straight against his stomach, glistening smears of precum trailing over his thighs and abs.

“How long does this Flux bullshit last?” Shayne mumbles in frustration. The heat licking between her thighs is wildly battling with the ache of pain she can feel seeping deep into her muscles. “I hurt,” she adds with a whine as she cups a hand tenderly over her swollen lower lips.

“With the dose you needed? It could last all night,” Taehyung says, moving to kneel beside her. His eyes focus on her hand and the glistening mess covering her thighs. Cum mixes with saliva, thoroughly coating her lower half. “But, it grows less potent as time passes.”

Seokjin hums in agreement. He passes Shayne over to Taehyung, being sure she settles softly into his lap. “We’ll go gentle for a bit, let your body rest while still giving you the pleasure you need to avoid the ache brought on by the Flux,” he explains as he reaches down beside the bed and retrieves a small wooden box.

Taehyung gathers Shayne’s unruly curls into a fist, exposing her neck and shoulders so he can press featherlight kisses to her heated skin. Each press of his mouth has her body responding, small tremors that cascade down around where his other hand cups over hers still between her thighs.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, beautiful?” Seokjin asks when he settles back on the bed. His eyes sparkle as they meet her half-lidded ones. Shayne gives a small jerk of her chin. A momentary pang of sadness over Warren breaks through the haze from the Flux. She squashes it down immediately, not wanting to mix memories of Warren with what's going on here. “You’re going to suck mine and get me ready to destroy this little pup's pert ass.” Seokjin fists a hand into Jungkook’s hair, earning him a grunt from the Omega.

Seokjin is still dressed. Taehyung helps guide Shayne forward onto her knees, his hands keeping a grip on her hips to keep her from listing sideways. With fumbling fingers, Shayne snags and pulls at Seokjin’s clothes until she has his shirt off and his bottoms tangled around his knees. He sighs in satisfaction when she wraps a hand around his base and gives a none-too-gentle squeeze.

“Seokjinnie.” Jungkook winces when the hand in his hair tightens.

“Be patient, pup,” Seokjin admonishes. “Our beautiful girl needs to make sure I’m good and wet. You’ll get my knot soon, don’t worry.” He uses his free hand to open the small box he retrieved and pulls out a thick, circular band with a bulging lump on one side.

“What’s that?” Taehyung asks, nodding toward the ring in Seokjin’s hand.

“This is—oh, fuck that’s good,” Seokjin sucks in a breath, his words choking off as Shayne envelopes the head of his cock with her mouth. “It’s a modified cock ring,” he finally manages to get out with a soft moan. “Wow. I think you suck dick better than Hoseok.”

Shayne assumes that’s a compliment, so rewards Seokjin with an enthusiastic suck, hollowing her cheeks and taking him into the back of her throat. “Damn,” Taehyung mutters, a lopsided grin sliding onto his face. “So, it’s like an Alpha’s knot?”

“Precisely. Now, be a good boy and help me make a Shayne and Jungkookie sandwich. I want them front to front, you take her from behind. Jungkookie, I want her nipples rosy, plump, and aching, do you understand?”

Taehyung pulls Shayne back and she slides off of Seokjin’s cock with an audible pop. Saliva strings between the blushing tip and her swollen lips before breaking and falling against her chin. “Come on, up you go, sweetheart,” Taehyung eases Shayne back until she’s resting against his chest and her’s is nearly pressed against Jungkook’s.

Shayne watches in fascination as Seokjin manhandles and maneuvers Jungkook to his liking. The younger male is completely at his mercy, thoroughly debauched to the point his weeping cock jerks and throbs with every touch from Seokjin. Without thinking, Shayne reaches forward to grab it, wanting to offer him some relief in exchange for the relief he provided her earlier.

“Ah-uh,” Seokjin snaps, halting her hand just inches away from its destination. “He doesn’t get any relief until I say he does. Is that clear, beautiful?” The look in Seokjin’s eye sends shivers down Shayne’s back. She nods, retracting her hand. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes…?” Seokjin prompts, raising an eyebrow.

Shayne’s brow furrows in return. “Yes…Alpha?”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Do you still need relief?”

The idea of receiving another orgasm has her body revving into overdrive. “Yes, please, Alpha.”

“Taehyung,” Seokjin says his name like he’s giving permission. Taehyung takes his time in notching his head at Shayne’s entrance, completely transfixed on Seokjin slipping on the cock ring and securing it around the base of his shaft and balls. The rigid knot tapers off gently in a slope to either side.

There is a moment when Shayne feels tethered to Jungkook. He grabs at her hands and entwines his fingers with hers, squeezing in a way that relays emotions beyond words. As Taehyung begins to press his hard length into her body, the rigidity of Jungkook’s fingers around hers has her practically feeling the way Seokjin invades his body, too.

Jungkook gasps, jerking in Seokjin’s hold. His open mouth presses against Shayne’s chest, nuzzling until his lips clamp around one of her pebbled nipples. The added sensation melts into the buzz coming from between her thighs, coalescing into a gradient wash of heightened pleasure.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Taehyung murmurs against the nape of Shayne’s neck. His mouth waters as he feels the erratic beat of her pulse thrum against his lips. He inhales deeply, dragging in the sweet scent of her hair mixed with the light tang of sweat.

The heady honey scent from Jungkook blooms again in the air, cloyingly sweet as Seokjin finally bottoms out. It blends with the pretty lilac scent wafting from Seokjin. Adding Taehyung’s own subtle piny scent, Jungkook’s room quickly begins to smell like a spring meadow in the mountains.

“I forget how much I love your scent, Taehyungie,” Seokjin pants between skin-slapping thrusts.

Jungkook clings to Shayne; lips and tongue ravaging her breasts as much as Seokjin is ravaging his ass. Her nipples throb as he continues to follow Seokjin’s instruction to make them rosy and aching. Each time Taehyung fucks into her from behind, he forces her against Jungkook’s open mouth.

“Fuck!” Shayne cries as an extra brutal thrust from Taehyung causes her nipple to catch against one of Jungkook’s lower teeth. The skin parts easily, emitting a thin trickle of blood right onto Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook grunts, his body taut and trembling from the sudden rush of sweetness on his tongue. “Mm,” Seokjin groans. “Don’t get carried away, Jungkookie, it’s not playtime right now. Be good for me and close that up.”

Shayne arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly against Jungkook’s mouth. The feel of his mouth on her, suckling at the tendril of blood, it’s such a stark contrast to how it felt to have Namjoon take her blood at the dining table. This is…erotic and addicting. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, trying to shake her hands from his so she can latch them into his hair and hold him to her.

“Do it now, pup,” Seokjin’s voice is a low snarl that has Jungkook immediately swiping his tongue over the small cut and sealing it.

Taehyung and Seokjin work together to pry Jungkook and Shayne apart. “Blood lust,” Taehyung breathily laughs, working his hips faster. He bands an arm around Shayne’s middle and holds her to him as he pounds up into her, making her cry out in pleasure. “Been a while since we dealt with that.”

A sadistic smile twists at Seokjin’s lips before he nods. “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “Namjoon won’t be thrilled but at this point, his dick is so dusty he shouldn’t get a say in what we do with ours.” He emphasizes his words with thrusts, battering into Jungkook so hard the younger male goes slack-jawed. “All three of you are doing so well. Are you ready to cum?”

“Fuck, it’s actually kind of hot the way you talk like that,” Taehyung grunts. “Just say the word and I’ll fill our pretty girl up again.”

Shayne has been riding the edge of orgasm ever since Jungkook’s tooth caught her nipple. The burn under her skin isn’t nearly as consuming as it was before but there is still a final leap she can feel pulling her tight. “Please,” she sobs.

“Jungkookie, show them how pretty you are when you cum on my knot.” Seokjin grips tightly onto Jungkook’s hips and grinds into him from behind. Jungkook’s eyes flash yellow in the overhead light before he’s arching back and yelling curses at the ceiling. His cock jerks, untouched, sending streamers of hot cum roping across Shayne’s stomach and hips.

“Suck on her clit, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, his voice trembling between a command and a question. He glances at Seokjin to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line. Seokjin just smiles in approval, helping Jungkook edge forward, still caught on the pseudo knot.

As soon as Jungkook’s lips latch onto her swollen clit, Shayne shatters. “Fuck!” The orgasm rips through her, devouring her sanity. Pinpricks of color dance behind her eyelids where she has them squeezed shut. Her body shudders against Taehyung and her walls clamp and pulse, triggering his own release. Warmth gushes between her thighs as cum seeps out around Taehyung’s thrusting cock.

Residual tremors twitch through her limbs as Taehyung gently extracts himself and helps her lay down on her side. “We are in serious trouble if phase two is successful.” The words are whispered against Shayne’s shoulder as Taehyung runs his fingers through the cum coating her thighs and gently presses it back inside her. He scoops up more and repeats the process. “I don’t know if I can fuck you and not fill you up after experiencing this.” That tickles a mild awareness in the back of Shayne’s mind, but she’s too blissed out to form words of inquiry.

Seokjin cradles Jungkook against his chest, murmuring soft words that Shayne can’t hear into his ear. The dreamy smile on Jungkook’s face has her own soft smile etching across her dry lips. “A warm cloth, please, Taehyung,” Seokjin says as he finally releases Jungkook, letting the other Omega cuddle into Shayne.

Taehyung presses a quick kiss into Shayne’s curls before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. Seokjin helps Shayne and Jungkook take a few swallows of water from a bottle he grabs out of Jungkook’s cold box.

“What is that?” Shayne murmurs, blinking her eyes sleepily up at Seokjin as she fights the sudden wash of exhaustion. She gestures vaguely in the direction of Jungkook’s desk.

“It’s a refrigerator. Made for keeping things cold. You’ve heard of them?”

“Mmm,” she agrees softly. Heard of them, yes. Though the idea of a metal box keeping something indefinitely cold is still hard to grasp.

“It’s really a wonder,” Seokjin muses softly, delicately twining one of her fiery curls around a finger. “You’re so exquisite yet you baffle my mind something fierce. You’re the first low-spectrum ticket we’ve ever had for an extended period of time.”

Taehyung returns a moment later with warm, damp washcloths. He works with Seokjin to clean Jungkook and Shayne up before cleaning himself. After disposing of the cloths into a basket of dirty laundry, he settles back on the bed behind Shayne.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung catches Seokjin’s eye over Jungkook’s shoulder. “So, this Alpha thing,” he begins, “I get it. I know it’s a little different, being a Beta isn’t nearly as different as being an Omega, at least from what you guys have told me, but I think I can understand it.”

Seokjin makes a noncommittal sound. “We discovered it by accident, the night Namjoon announced his knot hiatus. Jungkook was feeling a certain way and Jimin had to go off on that run up the northern ridge. One thing led to another and yeah.” He shrugs but there is a slight reddening to his cheeks.

“Should I start calling you Alpha when we’re alone? Whisper it sweetly in your ear?”

“Fuck off,” Seokjin laughs. “No one else knows about this. As often as we’ve all fucked or been in the same room fucking, this is really just a thing between me and Jungkookie. I’m not sure what made me offer to let you join in tonight—” his eyes drift down to the fiery swath of curls Jungkook has his nose buried in “—but I’m somehow at peace with it.”

Taehyung gives a knowing nod, following Seokjin’s gaze. “How are you feeling now, sweetheart?”

Shayne thinks for a moment, assessing her body. Aside from the pleasant ache between her thighs and the smarting, yet faint, sting still lingering on her nipples, she feels fine—finally. “I think the Flux is done,” she states softly. “I’m sore, but no more than I think I’d usually be after several hours of fucking.”

The crassness of her words, despite their near whisper, surprises even her. Seokjin snorts a laugh. “Have much experience with several hours of fucking, do you? Wait, don’t answer that. Jungkook can get awfully jealous.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, his words half-muted by how his face is pressed into her hair.

“I’m just teasing, Jungkookie.” Seokjin clears his throat. “I know tonight didn’t quite go as planned thanks to a certain asshole, but thank you nonetheless for indulging in me tonight. I know you wanted to be with Shayne and I could have let you do it without the condition but it’s been a while and well…” he trails off, suddenly unsure of where he was going with that.

Jungkook shifts, peeking up at Seokjin. “You know I like it as much as you do, even if you do leave my ass sorer than that one time Jimin and Yoongi tried to—“

“Let’s not talk about that,” Taehyung laughs, cutting off Jungkook. “I still get flashbacks of trying to sew shit back together like a medic in a war zone.”

“Taehyung is right. Plus, I don’t know that our sweet Shayne needs to hear about that after tonight. Maybe another night, when she’s not already half into dreamland.” Seokjin pats Jungkook on the hip. “Let’s get some sleep. Yoongi should have some answers in the morning. Namjoon will want a full report and debrief first thing.”

As curious as Shayne is, Seokjin’s right. Their voices are already turning into a muddied slur of sounds. There’s something she wants to think about, something that was said but she can’t seem to filter through the recent conversation with any clarity. The niggling is still there, a worry that she can’t placate, as consciousness slips away.

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─── *ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒˚◞♡ ⃗

➳❥💀 𝐨𝐨𝐢. 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. [ bts masterlist ]

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 ੈ♡˳❥💀 ─── ❝ 𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌...... Jungkook was just a pizza delivery boy, these things don’t happen to normal people like him. Things that can’t be explained, things that only happens books and TV. These things that had quickly became his reality in just a couple of days…. I guess dying just does that to you. ❞ ✧ ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✧ ༄ ─── 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ╰┈➤ ❝ [02/03/2024] ❞

𝖎 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗.

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kpoptarotvibes · 8 months

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A Town Surrounded By Wolves Ch. 10

A Town Surrounded By Wolves (m)

Wolf Au

Pairing – Werewolf Jungkook x Human (Female)! Reader

Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Humor, Angst, Strangers To Lovers.

Author Note: This world is a mix of olden times and the future. So there will be an odd mixture of old and new dialogue and décor.

Summary – The townspeople made an agreement with the wolves that they would make a virgin sacrifice every year to keep the wolves from attacking the town. You were the sacrifice this year. In a confusing twist of fate, you find out who the real wolves are.

Author Note: Sorry this is short need this to set up a larger chapter. Please don't be a silent reader your feedback is much appricated.

Ch. 10

The morning was unusually quiet. You and Jungkook ate breakfast in silence. You couldn't help but feel bothered by his lack of communication. He hardly looked at you, didn't touch your back or hips like he usually did, and didn't engage in his usual flirty banter. You knew that the situation was weighing on him, but he was trying to keep it to himself.

"Hey," you called out quietly, trying to break his attention from his thoughts. He looked over at you, his brown hair messy with a slight pout on his lips. The puffiness under his eyes made him look cute and sleepy for once. “We said we would work it out, right?" He nodded but barely smiled. You sighed, feeling like giving up. At the moment, you didn't think there was anything you could say or do to make him feel better.

As you finished breakfast and got dressed in his huge, beautiful closet, you noticed Jungkook was still lost in thought or pouting. It made you feel bad, but then you saw him packing a bag for both of you. It gave you hope that what he confessed to you the night before wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

Your thoughts shifted to your best friend and how you would tell her about your week with Jungkook. You imagined a few reactions she might give you. Then your thoughts drifted to your parents, and you couldn't wait to see them and tell them you were okay. It felt like you had been there for more than a week. You felt like you spent a month there, learning hard truths, healing, and discovering that love could still be for you even after the death of a boyfriend.

You let out a sigh, lost in thought. Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted you. You looked up to see Jimin standing in the closet doorway.

“Are you guys ready yet? Jimin asked.

"I don't know. I think we are," you said as you looked towards Jungkook, who had his back turned towards you and was busy packing.

"Yeah, almost," he answered nonchalantly. You looked at him and then cast your eyes downward in sadness. You really hated his mood right now. Jimin must have noticed because you felt him gently tug on your arm.

"Hey, let's talk for a minute," Jimin said as he grasped your arm and led you out of the closet. He gently led you into the grand living room until you were standing in front of him, with his eyes searching yours.

“He’s been quiet all morning,” you said sadly. “He won’t talk to me.”

Jimin affectionately squeezed your upper arm. "It's okay, just give him some space. This is hard for him too," Jimin assured you softly. All you could do was nod quietly in agreement. You knew it was difficult for both of you because nothing was certain and plans for staying together were not finalized. This created tension between you both. You naively thought that since last night, you both agreed quietly in each other's arms that you would work things out and be together no matter what. You felt an ache in your chest over this.

“Look everyone deals with situations in their own way. This is something that could be a reminder of what he lost in the past. So just give him a little space to try and deal with it in his own way,” he gently nodded hoping you agree. But all it did was make you feel bad and selfish.

You sighed feeling tears gathering up in your eyes. “I know. I just….God I’m being so selfish right now,” you swallowed holding back a sob.

“No! no your not,” Jimin tried to protest.

“I am. Knowing what happened to him. How can I expect him to be any other way,” you choked. Now tears were starting to stream. You sniffed trying to wipe them away quick. You really didn’t want to cry like this in front of Jimin.

“Aww no. Don’t cry,” Jimin embraced you and held you tight. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m so sorry. Everything will work out. I promise. Just give him some time that’s all,” he said so gently into your ear as he held you. You only nodded in his shoulder you didn’t trust yourself to talk.

“Just remember you will always be a part of our pack now. We won’t abandon you. We will always be here for you,” he said as he tried to comfort you. You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you just silently nodded his shoulder.

Both of you stayed silent for a minute. Jimin gave you a chance to calm down and compose yourself. You pulled away from him and wiped away the remaining tears, sniffing. Finally, you calmed down some. You looked at each other, and Jimin silently asked with his eyes if you were okay. You gently nodded, and he slowly let you go.

You could hear Jungkook walking down the hallway. He stopped and looked at both of you curiously, then at you with a hint of sadness. "I'm ready," he spoke. His eyes lingered on your face for a bit before he turned and headed out of the front door. Your heart ached as you looked after him.

Jimin gently squeezed your arm to offer comfort, and you followed him out to help. Slowly, you made your way out of the house. Jungkook and Jimin were busy packing the remaining luggage and supplies into the back of the SUV. When Jungkook finished putting away his last bag, he stopped to look at you. He said something quietly to Jimin, who nodded and then looked back at you with a small smile before heading towards the back door of the SUV.

You stopped in front of Jungkook. He looked down at you with a sorrowful expression, then pulled you into a tight hug. You sighed and rested your head deeper into his chest, feeling the familiar ache in your chest. You wanted his attention and affection, but not like this while you were both in an emotionally triggered situation.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he pulled back and kissed you on your forehead. Pressed his forehead to yours.

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cry and make a big de…

“No don’t apologize it was me. I….my behavior my mood it’s just….I really don’t want to lose you. And I’m trying as hard as I can to act like everything is okay. But I’m not,” he struggled to confess. And it hurt to hear because you knew what this situation triggered inside of him. You knew what memory this brought up in him.

You wished you could reassure him better, but you yourself didn't know how your family would react to this. You didn't want to make him any promises you weren't sure you could keep. You felt helpless and powerless right now, and you hated that feeling.

“But that’s no excuse I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he went on. Gently pulling you towards him into a hug and you let him hold you tight.

Suddenly, you hear a car pull up quickly. Jungkook tenses up and looks in the direction of the sound. As you both pull away, you see Taehyung jump out of a truck and almost run towards you.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! He yelled in a panic.

You looked at him in shock. So, you will be introducing your family to 3 wolves instead of 2. You guessed Jimin was right, you were a part of their pack now. No one was going to let go of you that easily.

Tag List:

@tsunderelle @lilacdreams-00 @kpopnightingale @carolsummerlove@taeyongzodiactwinkiri

#bts werewolf au #jungkook werewolf smut #bts fanfiction #werewolf jungkook #bts fanfic #bts wolf au #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts hybrid au #ot7 x reader

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Before I Leave You (Pt.50)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: two different first times, two different outcomes.

Tags: Dom! Yoongi, Dom! Tae, Sub! reader, Trans! Taehyung, Mommy! tae, Mommy kink, Omega Space, KNOTTING, breeding kink, belly bulge, implied cervix fucking (it’s my universe and i can do what i want with it), marking kink, nipple play, threesome, sloppy seconds, dacryphilia, cumplay, cum marking, dirty talk, body worship, discussion of past eating disorders, talk of the m/c gaining weight, dysphoria mention, Near death Experiences, First kisses, Dead bodies, stupidity

W/c: 15.2k

A/n: suspend your disbelief for this one please <3 Let’s have a big round of applause for the 50th chapter 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 if you told me 2 years ago that i’d still be writing bily i don’t think i would have believed you! Please give this chapter lots of love <3 it took a lot of hard work to get to this point!! the lovely @imperiussexrex has made a little bily discord server over here- it’s basically just a very casual group chat. I also have the recipe for the mug cake that the m/c makes if anyone wants it!

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

The bruise on Tae’s hip from her first two weeks of estrogen shots has spread like the ink from watercolors. The pink and purple bruise lies over the cusp of her hip like blooming peonies. The ache there turns tender with her showers. A constant reminder of what she’s lost, and what she has to gain.

It’s the end of the day already, and Namjoon’s not home yet.

Tomorrow morning she’ll get her fifth shot, and a bright kernel of anticipation and nervousness has already worked its way into her chest. Tae hasn’t noticed many symptoms yet- maybe a little tenderness in her chest- a softening to her jaw that will take months to truly form.

Each morning you’ve helped her, cataloging the syrup-slow changes in her body. Often with your own hands- skimming up and down her sides tugging at her matching pj set deftly, the way you do when you're needy and sleepy.

She feels a bit needy herself right now. She’s restless, anxious to have her alpha home, to tuck her face into Namjoon’s shoulder and breathe him in deep and trust that he will manage her anxiety for her. But even as she feels the need for him pulse through her like something addictive and destructive the guilt also flares.

Namjoon sees people in pain every day; it’s his job to manage it and try and make it better even when all too often he can’t do much for them. to ask him to do that at home too feels a little unfair.

Tae knows how hard it is to see people in pain, especially when it's people you love. She sees the sharp flintiness in her own eyes when she looks in the mirror in the mornings when her skin doesn't fit right. When Jungkook shields his eyes from the light post-seizure, his whole body is tight.

She sees it in your eyes sometimes when you've got to eat and you don't want to. When Yoongi winces, gripping his shoulder that’s never really been right since he came back (the one he broke your front door down with the night that everything went to shit if it matters for context).

The whole pack knows what it looks like when Namjoon comes home after losing a patient. How his eyes linger on them like he’s waiting for something similar to happen to them. Like he's preemptively preparing himself for something bad to happen and all of them to be taken away from him.

Namjoon is softer than he’d ever willingly admit.

The rest of the pack is in that middle space where nighttime sleeping arrangements are being decided. Besides a few nights ago you’ve been firmly in your own nest the last few nights. Tae can help but feel like the forced separation of one pack into two nests is driving everyone insane.

The pack bedroom upstairs remains mostly empty and unused. It's been finished for weeks now but you and the other omegas resist its tug. Like you're waiting for something.

For the life of her, Tae can't figure out what for.

Even Jungkook had dodged her questions. Claiming that he needed quiet to stretch his body into increasingly convoluted shapes. Shooing Tae out of the back room which he's affectionately started calling the studio.

Which also prompted arguing and a distraction as Hobi called from the other room. Hobi's vote is clear- it's going to be a greenhouse. But really, who knows what it will become? Each packmate bickers with Yoongi whenever the topic comes up. The last of the windows arrive this week, and after that- it will be a free for all.

It's the last part of the upper floors that need to be finished (although Yoongi’s already talking about making the deck larger, about re-doing the downstairs bathroom and the basement too- there’s so much work that needs to be done to restore the foundation- but mixing concrete is a bitch.

Tae's the only one who doesn't bicker. She has no skin in the game. It’s already been decided that your bedroom will become a makeup and dressing room one day. You'd talked about it together- pressed underneath a thin sheet late at night, giggling and trying not to rouse Yoongi a few inches away. Pressed as close as daydreams savored between afternoon and evening.

Jimin has been pacing through the house like a stray dog scratching outside your door. Jin too- is restless.

They’ve wandered back and forth to the kitchen to get water, To get Jungkookie a late-night snack, To retrieve a pillow from the couch because it’s the only thing that will make the nest right.

It’s not, they all know what Jin really craves in the nest- and it’s not some stupid throw pillow.

Even noodle had parked himself firmly on top of the pack’s dresser, and (after batting one of Jimin’s cologne bottles off the edge that narrowly missed the alphas foot) had glowered at Jin as if to say 'why are you letting her sleep somewhere where she’s not safe?'

Tae can’t help but feel like she’s pacing too. Her nightdress swishes around her hips as she lingers by your cracked bedroom door, unsure of where she'll lay her head down tonight as well- your nest calls to her- but Namjoon-

Her night dress toes the line between lingerie and daywear, with translucent panels of flower-flecked lace leaving just enough of her waist up to the imagination and very little of her small- but definitely growing chest-up for grabs. It’s a pretty pink thing like most of her clothes are now.

Most of her boy clothes had been claimed by the rest of the pack in the last few weeks. They'd all basically shared clothes before her transition but still, it's been strange.

It’s jarring to see bits of the old Taehyung here and there still around the house. But Tae knows that Jungkookie would stop wearing her old pants if she asked and Hobi would throw out her old knit sweaters if they didn’t look so cute when they pulled over his hands like sweater paws. Everything could be gone- burned in an instant if she so much as uttered a word to Jimin.

She tries to feel less upset about it- especially because there are other hints of the real her filling the house now too.

A silk scarf that Jin ties around his head to keep his hair out of his eyes, a thick strawberry patterned cardigan thrown over a chair here. A pair of lace-trimmed shorts that Namjoon accidentally slips on post-roll in the hay. Noodle yowling at the door to get out and Namjoon eager to quiet the noise only to look down and realize how little the shorts covered. A lipstick tube that clatters in the center console of Hobi’s car in Tae’s favorite shade.

Tae’s makeup feels like it’s mostly worn off right now although she re-touched her lipstick earlier after dinner and before she wrote in the library room for a bit and then decided it was time for bed. You have a whole double-cleansing routine that you usually do. Most of Tae’s skincare routine is in your room, not the pack’s bedroom.

So she lingers outside the door, ears straining to hear inside. It’s nearly closed, cracked just a little like you’re half hoping to tempt an unsuspecting alpha inside. Tae knows she’s always welcome in your nest room but tonight, No one’s been brave enough to answer their temptation and head after you and Yoongi.

You’d both disappeared in there an hour ago after dinner where you’d sat a little closer than usual, Yoongi’s hand on your knee stroking up and down lazily under the table through the whole of dinner (Tae had seen when she’d dropped her napkin). Gazes a little heavy and scents a little sweet.

The whole pack knows, they can feel it in their blood calling to them. A siren call to protect and join. Because nothing is more vulnerable than a pair of packmates mid-breeding.

Tae can feel the shift in the air and in her canines, her body conjuring up goosebumps at the shift of your scents. Whatever you and Yoongi are getting up to in your bedroom is clearly setting the whole pack on edge even more than usual.

The telltale soft-moisture-claustrophobia of a hot shower slips out from the crack in the door. It tickles her toes when she taps it open just a little more, hinges creaking. The wetness refreshes the faint curl of the hair on the back of her neck. Dampening her lips.

Her eyes widen as she peers through the crack. Her breath goes a little jagged, flushing hotly when she realizes what she’s looking at and what she’s intruded on.

Two thick and fluffy towels pool on the floor, damp and discarded. The soft tangle of your hair is drawn to the side, off of your back while Yoongi’s hands work up and down your naked torso. Trailing down the arch of your spine, smoothing up and down endless trails of touches.

Tae has always had a particular weakness for Yoongi's hands. So boney and beautiful and made for building things.

You're wearing nothing but a tiny tiny pair of panties that clings to the wetness between your thighs and she knows better than to think that wetness comes from just the shower. Your Legs are half splayed either from tiredness or because Yoongi’s put you that way. A willing pupped under your mate's hands.

A shaft of golden light from the cracked bathroom door falls across your shoulders. And Tae watches as Yoongi bends over to kiss it, biting softly encouraging a little giggle from you.

It’s a Small pupish sound. Innocent. The kind of noise you only make while in omegaspace. Your nest too- is the nest of a pup. The edge all thick and fluffy- like you’d spent a few minutes fluffing every pillow.

The soft ones there at the headboard are from Namjoon and Jin and the long body pillow on the side a courting gift from Jimin. And there, at the top where you press your face in an effort to get her scent around you more- is the lacy little nightdress that Tae wore last night.

Tae’s heartbeat quickens as Yoongi hums, amused. Your bitten-off whine crescendos as Yoongi massages your neck.

“-soon sweetheart, be good and patient and you’ll get what you need.” Your hand moves to cup the inside portion of Yoongi’s thigh, kneading at it like a kitten would knee the hand that pets it. Your mate huffs.

“What? Once wasn’t enough?” His hands don't leave your body for a second.

There is very little time for her to step away, for her to think better of listening in or watching on. Even less time for her to calm the frantic beating of her heart before Yoongi notices her presence and turns his dark eyes on her. His hands stilling momentarily when he spots her.

But then they go right to your sensitive sides, Where your chest squishes out, and the edge of his smile turns teasing.

“Hey, baby girl. We were just finishing up. You can come in.” You whine petulantly- like the idea of your mate's touches ending is just about the worst thing in the world.

Yoongi isn’t strictly above Tae in the pack hierarchy. Usually, his order wouldn’t hold so much weight. But she finds herself unable to disobey him, slipping through the door almost tripping over her own two feet in her eagerness.

Tae doesn’t like to think of herself as some cheesy clumsy young adult heroine, but it feels like she’s looking at something out of a straight fantasy when she beholds the sight of you again. All your skin, all your bareness just there-

“You might want to shut the door too.” He taunts. You cling to the pillow you hug to your chest, trying not to squirm. “She asked me to leave it open for you. ///Just you.”

Tae flushes hotly, there is no illusion veiling what this is. After your other day in the library room, Tae had dragged Yoongi into your conversation about the next logical step in your relationship. The idea of intimacy while in omega pace isn't something she engages in foolishly. It had taken a fair amount of convincing from you before Tae had conceded.

Fucking someone else’s mate isn’t something Tae takes lightly either but-

But Yoongi knows Tae. He knows that she’s not really capable of just having sex. With her, it’s always sort of making love. No matter if it’s a quickie or a half-day-long affair.

Tae stands there, the barest she’s ever been before anyone, not just in the bodily sense, she's just as vulnerable in her nightdress as you are in omega space.

No one’s ever touched her when she’s been dressed as herself before. she’s had sex as taehyung, but never as tae. the last few times Jimin’s dragged her in for a kiss have been just that- just kissing and no further. Both of them have been taking it slow.

But sometimes the slowest changes are the ones that take you the farthest. After your shower today, Yoongi set you out on the bed with his heart in his throat. He's not exactly sure what changed and when. if it was really so gradual that he didn't notice or if the effects of their love compounded all at once.

All he knows is that looking at you during dinner time tonight, he'd realize it was the first time he'd seen you looking truly healthy.

Healthy- that word feels foreign to him when associated with you. Surviving? sure. Alive? Definitely. Safe? Hopefully.

But Healthy?

When he’d first met you you'd been little more than cobwebs and death wishes. But you hadn't truly started to look scarily small, too thin to be safe until after. Yoongi tries not to think of those shattered scary months often. When it had been just you and him and you'd hardly moved, hardly spoken at all. When the abuse had threatened to take you from him.

But somewhere between the last few months and now he’s gotten used to seeing you smiling, to hearing your laugh, and seeing you eat.

Yoongi wouldn't be able to say it out loud without bursting into tears. But you’ve gotten a little bit better, enough for him to see it on you when he looks at you.

All of their fussing wasn’t for nothing because now there's a faint glow to your skin, not quite so sallow or washed out. Yoongi just had to touch it and feel it for himself. A warmth in your body that speaks of bone-deep care. Of being loved thoroughly and completely.

The feeling was so addicting that once he’d started touching you he hadn’t been able to stop. And you’d fallen into the shower together- hands hungry as he washed you- and then made you messy (and then washed you again just to touch you more).

Even now, they don’t stop. Yoongi’s hands linger as he watches Tae shut the door and step closer, like she’s worried about spooking you.

The fact that she's here is a flutter on the edge of your consciousness. Softer needier whines fall from your lips. The sweet scent of Tae nudges your nose like a warm autumn breeze. And you chirp happily- hoping to summon her closer into the nest preferably. You made it all pretty for her and Yoongi, made sure that it was the perfect cradle- so that maybe- she’d be more inclined to-

you keen, “oh pup, so small you can’t even ask for what you want,

Her scent has been changing subtly over the past few weeks. Since starting the estrogen she’s gotten both spicier and sweeter. When you’re not as deep in omegaspace and as entrenched in your senses you can’t what it is that’s changing. You can’t pinpoint what exactly is making her smell so floral- but now you can place it.

She smells like cinnamon and Late summer roses.

She smells so good you can taste her on the back of your throat, she smells so good you want to taste her on your tongue and lap at her scent gland. The dress by your pillow isn’t enough, you want Tae to cling to instead.

It’s so good you want to roll over onto your tummy and purr. There is an unspoken urge to get your knees under you- to present- to show alpha how good you can be and maybe she’ll-

Yoongi pushes down on the small of your back, stopping you from presenting your hole for breeding with a tsking sound. You squirm and squeak, hiding your face in Yoongi’s thigh. Flustered at being chided by your mate for acting so brazenly.

Although even as he does you sense that he might not really want to stop you. No- that little bit was more about control. You won’t get fucked until your mate lets you, and you certainly won’t get your little hole knotted until he says you’ve been good.

All of you- all of this- is happening at Yoongi's discretion.

Something is teeming in him, something more relaxed and more trusting than you’ve ever seen before. And you get the sense that he’s less afraid of giving you more than you can handle. More willing to truly let himself go. That much was evident earlier in the way that he fucked you- unrestrained and unrelenting- like for once he wasn’t worried about breaking you.

His dominant touch had you weak-kneed and whimpering his name- spiraling down into omegaspace so deep that he’d had to carry you from the bath to the bed.

He’d taken you up against the walls of the shower and ground his cock in deep and thorough. Gasping against your neck that you were doing so well, doing so well for him, taking his length so sweetly with hiccups and wet moans and your hands scratching down his back, digging into his shoulders to hold on. Red lines that Tae can see now cresting over Yoongi’s shoulders. His fingers similarly grabbed at your wet thighs hard enough to bruise- keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted you.

If you’d dripped onto the floor as you came, it had been disguised by the falling water.

His touching now isn’t about sating any physical desire in him; this is something more primal. How many months and days had he spent quietly watching you? Weighing you with his eyes judging if you need more or if mentally it would be too much? And now-

Now, there's something more under his fingertips.

The way your body feels is addictive, Everything plush and full- Your thighs and the way that they squish around the arch of your behind. The way they feel when they clamp around his hips or envelop his head- all of it is intoxicating.

He barely holds back growl after growl, lips lifting from teeth that want to nip and bite. A Nameless instinct neither omega nor alpha that says this deliciousness is his. He can’t claim you any further than he already has and yet-

He can’t decide if he needs to fuck you again or just touch every inch of you and then after that- press his lips to certain places to see if you feel just as supple against his mouth.

You whine, and there's only one thing you’re whining for- only one thing that will sate you in omegaspace and Yoongi can’t give it.

He looks at Tae still lingering, still watching. Standing pretty in her lipstick and her barely there dress, watching you like you might be god given to. An alpha, primed and ready to give Yoongi’s mate what she needs- to have her round and swollen like she’s whining for.

She steps closer and something in Yoongi's blood sings. The monster in his chest purring in satisfaction.

Ours.

Nudity among packmates isn’t anything strange, at least- that’s what Tae tells herself as she eyes the inches of exposed skin. Damp and shining a little bit in places. Pajamas for both of you sit folded on the edge of the messy nest completely forgotten.

Tae swallows, arousal thick in her throat. Your mate's hands don’t stop their trail up and down your sides, your back, your shoulders, your neck.

Once upon a time, these so-called ‘body checks’ were a regular part of the pack’s routine. An act of dominance not dissimilar to grooming but definitely more of an alpha behavior than an omegan one. While Jin’s old grooming rituals might have become a thing of the past in recent months watching Yoongi lavish you with the same amount of care is almost just as good.

It’s not exactly grooming- it’s Making sure their ribs aren’t too sharp, and accounting for every bruise and finger mark from lovemaking. Like they’re checking to make sure every inch of their pack mate is satisfied and happy. It’s checking for hurts and injuries- making sure they’re properly healing.

Tae herself has felt it; the nearly insatiable urge to touch the people who love you and make sure they’re still alive and breathing. Yoongi’s always felt it a little bit more than the rest. His hands wander lower, across your hips, down the meat of your behind-

And almost go to where Tae wants them, where you want them too- judging from the way you lift your hips. Tae watches as your mate pauses and drops little bits of oil onto his hands first, producing a blue glass dropper bottle from somewhere in the tangle of the nest.

Warming it between his fingers before he strokes up and over your hip and lower back. Taking big handfuls of your body before he lets them go just to watch them jiggle and settle.

Then he does the same thing, just as slow with a pump of lotion.

Tae almost feels sorry for you. This must be torture when you’re quite nearly dripping onto the bed. Yoongi’s not usually so mean but maybe…maybe you like being denied a little too much, being made to wait for a little.

The edge of the nest sags under her weight as she sits. Her voice is all breathless, searching for something to say- her voice sounds strained even to her own ears. “Did you uhm… have a good shower?” Tae asks because it feels like she should say something even though it’s hard to tear her eyes away from Yoongi’s hands and where they are- teasing the curve of your behind. Every pass brushing closer to where you want him.

Your cute pussy lips are puffy where they’re pressed between your thighs, the wet fabric clings to them leaving little to the imagination, and Tae’s mouth waters. Her scent going dark with arousal. You part your legs in invitation and answer but-

Yoongi shoves them closed with a clipped growl. Pinching a bruise there in reprimand. Your feet kick out weakly and Tae inhales jaggedly.

"Little pup doesn't know how to ask for treats nicely, come on sweetheart- remember your manners." You struggle to lift your head, cheek pressed to the nest, eyes utterly gone when you turn to Tae. Forgetting what you wanted to ask for when you see her.

You already look debauched- Lips glossy and bitten, a bruise forming on your neck and your hips. You’re prone and boneless, utterly a pillow princess under Yoongi's hands right now.

Yoongi huffs again, and Tae realizes that he’s hard too. His cock straining up against the black fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers. How often does he have to hold himself back on the regular Tae wonders? With such a tempting mate it would be understandable if he lost control every now and then.

Tae feels like she’s watching that self-control dangle by its last thread.

Tae wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of you either.

Your pupils are wide and glassy, dilated. Yoongi hums, finally answering Tae’s question. “It was, baby pup got a little worked up though. It's so hard to keep her clean- she loves being messy so much.” You whine, spotting Tae and pressing your face into Yoongi’s hip where his mating mark is, he hisses, and you nuzzle.

Yoongi’s hands tease lower, slide down to your ass to cup the bottom of it, fingers dragging the meat of it to the side, dragging your wrecked panties too, sliding them down until the order is clear and Tae helps guide them down to your ankles. Her manicured hands grip the cotton nearly reverently, just barely skimming your hot skin.

The wet film of slick clinging to them like spiderwebs makes Tae’s mouth water. You’re so wet that when you squirm, slick coats the top of your thighs. Tae feels dizzy when she realizes that it’s not just slick but-

Yoongi dips his fingers, drawing away a silvery white thread of his own cum. The clench of your cunt forces more of it out.

“I know, what a mate am I- saying it was her who got distracted,” he laughs a little, a tiny bit unhinged, love drunk. “Don’t get all shy on us now pup- you begged for my cum- aren’t you gonna beg for Tae’s too?”

His attention can only last on one part of you for so long- his hands flutter from place to place. His cum drips down to the little nudge of your clit as his hands drift close to the squish of your chest. Your pussy- Tae’s seen before- but your chest-

Tae has only ever let her gaze linger there in passing, has only felt your pillow-like softness when you cuddle, when you hug her close. Only allowed to stare unimpeded by propriety when you wear tank tops to sleep, and they spill softly over the hemline lewdly as you rest.

She watches the bulge of them now, and Yoongi huffs a soft laugh when he catches her staring. “Alpha?” you squeak out, cheeks pink. “Good pup?” you ask. Still too dumb to ask much of anything else.

"That depends" you make Tae feel strong- make her feel like the temptress she is. She looks at you and knows she's allowed to want all of this- all of you. Yoongi would stop her if she wasn’t.

So she slides the tip of her finger down the curve of your pussy and presses a single finger in, just a little to feel your wetness. You’re so warm- so wet and hot around her finger. A perfect little hole for fucking. You mewl at it, and Tae feels you clench around the intrusion. "Have you done everything Yoongi's said?"

"Yes," you whimper, trying to move your hips back on her finger. she catches your hip, digging her fingers into the dip of it. You’re so empty. Almost painfully so. The need for a knot and a cock building in you. Yoongi’s always been the perfect size but-

But ever since Jungkook has started to tease you with the fake plastic cocks in preparation to take the pack alpha, It’s only started another- more delectable hunger in you, one that not even your mate can sate.

Omegaspace has made you slow and dumb and needy in all the best ways. Your mouth just won’t cooperate to ask for what you want, to ask for a knot.

Words from weeks before run through her head like babbling water over rocks. The first day you’d ever kissed: the first day that Tae ever felt like the woman she now is. In that little thrift store, in that little dressing room that might as well be light years away.

“You aren’t the first alpha to see my body and I’ve had them love it and praise it and hurt it and I'm not afraid of you doing any of those things Tae.”

Tae isn’t just any alpha. She’s your alpha now.

She trails her hand up the cleft of your ass and to your spine, drawing small circles with her fingers. You arch your back pushing up into the touch like a cat. A low purring fills the room, soothing the very last of Tae’s frayed senses.

Letting her see you in omeaspace like this is the most vulnerable trust you could place in her, the only thing next to this you could give her is letting her into your heat nest with you. She doesn’t know why she’d thought to worry, what had ever made her question if you were ready for this.

Because she definitely is. Her heart isn’t the problem even if it skips frantically in her chest at the sight of the red marks on your lower back. The scars have turned red and angry from the heat of the shower.

They glisten with a faint film of scar cream and the same container she uses on the scar under your jaw every night sits on your bedside table next to a glass of water. She understands why you only ever have Yoongi touch those. She does her best not to linger over them.

There are other plusher parts of you that she's far more interested in that won't plunge you into a panic attack. Other- healthier delights.

It kind of takes Tae’s breath away. The same way it hit Yoongi earlier it hits her now.

Gone are the harsh ridges beneath your chest, the jut of your ribs like rungs of a ladder. The bowlike curve of your collarbones is so much less sharp.

And your thighs. Fuck.

Tae might barely let a growl when Yoongi’s hands start working down your love handles- intending on using them to do just that. They dimple under his fingertips like dough.

But nothing’s changed more than your chest and stomach, gone is the taut plane of your belly button, now- it’s soft and plush. You hide most of it with the pillow you still cling to. Hiding your chest too when Yoongi softly maneuvers you onto your back.

Tae’s teeth ache just looking at you. You bury your face in it, hiding only to pop back up and watch her, hiding your mouth. She knows you can scent her on the air, the want warming her cinnamon.

It’s a sore spot for you. Tae sees how uncomfortable you are with your stomach every time Yoongi's hands get close, you hug that pillow harder to your chest trying to twist away.

Tae see’s Yoongi’s façade falter just a little- If you only knew how much he loves that part of you- the softness that’s grown on you is a mark of how healthy Yoongi is keeping you. How he’s finally being a good mate.

Yoongi tugs at the corner of the pillow playfully. “You can have this for now. But I’m coming for your cute tummy.” Yoongi rarely uses baby talk when he’s talking to you in omegaspace, but now it has the desired effect. You giggle and hide behind the pillow once more. Anxieties eased, the tension in your body relaxing.

He turns his eyes on Tae, veritable weapons with how they make her squirm, “I’m coming for you too, why don’t you get in the nest honey.” It’s easy to follow Yoongi’s orders, easy to pull herself up to your side and flop over the border of your carefully fluffed nest. She dips her fingers into your sides to test the waters. You turn, eyes wide and unsure, like your thoughts and sensations are too much to sift through, quietly overwhelmed in the best way possible.

Your grip on the pillow eases, and Yoongi takes it away gently. You don’t know what to do with your hands, don’t know what to do other than try and hide. Yoongi doesn't let you, grabbing your wrists. Shushing away your whines with gentle noises of approval.

“There we go pup, let us see you here. Show Taetae how cute your tits are. I know she wants to see them. Be a good pup and let her touch you.” Tae can’t do anything, can only stare. She knows she's being creepy. Her lips are parting, cheeks pinking.

They’ve gotten bigger too, as you put on weight, a good amount of it went there, they sit on your chest, devine and feminine and everything in between.

She wants to get her body all over them. Fuck. At first, she thought when she finally saw your chest- the biggest object of her own dysphoria- that maybe she’d be more jealous than aroused. But now you squirm and they jiggle.

The ache in Tae’s jaw increases tenfold, cock jumping under the thin fabric of her skirt.

The dark shadow of your areola. The stiff peaks of your nipple dusky rose. Beautiful in a way she didn’t anticipate, glistening a little from your shower still.

You tilt your face searching hopelessly for something for your mouth to do, you feel so empty, and now that Tae’s here. You turn away from Yoongi your body moving before she’s got a chance to stop you as you lie your body across hers. Your chest squishes skin separated from hers just barely by a simple bit of silk. she lets out a little squeak- like she wasn't expecting it.

“Oh honey, are you needy for your Taetae?” Yoongi teases, content to use this as an opportunity to get you half-seated in his lap. Even as the wetness between your thighs drags against Tae’s leg, half cum and half slick. Your legs tangled all together.

Tae feels more than watches as Yoongi slowly drags his clothed cock across the cleft of your ass, eyes wide as marbles when he ruts forward, imitating what you want.

Tae’s cheeks are flaming, on fire, like the sun has planted its rays there as you nuzzle into the front of her dress. Rubbing your cheek stubbornly over her shoulder, scent marking your alpha as she sits in your nest. Your mind is so full of her- your mouth too when you suckle at the hollow of her throat, lips tempted towards her scent gland, those sensitive inches of skin where she smells the strongest. So heady and so alpha that it has you leaking fresh slick onto Yoongi's thigh.

Her lips part in a gasp, She smells sweeter the more you nibble, you bite down a little, only softly- just teething and testing her skin. Tae's scent fluffs up wildly, dizzyingly aroused. Her hard cock pressed between your stomach and hers.

“Want- want-“ you fumble with your words, brain too syrupy slow. But you know they’ll take care of you. Sitting back against Yoongi's thighs.

You place her hand on your tummy, and she feels the heat beneath your skin, the want and ache there.

“Mommy here. Please?” you ask politely. So eager to be good.

Yoongi curses and Tae can’t keep herself from looking at him. Flushing hotly all the way down to the tip of her toes at your slip-up.

You'd never called her that name in front of anyone else before. Although everyone had heard about you calling Jin daddy (and that word was now free fodder for teasing between the whole pack, Jungkook in particular- is fond of calling Jin daddy when he's angry). This was your secret until now.

Yoongi licks at his canines like he can already taste the word on his tongue.

Yoongi opens his mouth once, twice, but for once he’s out of words. Running a hand through his hair, grinning at her. “Mommy Tae? Really? First Jin and now you?”

She hides her face in her hands but you nibble at them, unable to put a finger on why you don’t want her to do that (she's too pretty- shouldn't be covered) but willing to bite to communicate.

She stares down at you, but her palm and fingers sate your oral fixation- suddenly more intent on lapping at them. your tongue, a little rough, lapping at her skin. Your absolutely infinitesimal bit of omega space-brain is occupied by her her her- not the slip up or your mate's teasing grin.

When she pulls her hand away you try to follow it like a puppy following a pull toy. You follow it all the way into her lap.

Yoongi pulls your hair back from your face gently, "why don't you show mommy how well you can kiss pup, go on."

For what it's worth, Tae at least tries to let the kiss start out sweet.

But your little kittenish licks quickly grow hungry. Your chest presses to hers, warming the inches of skin. Your hand's fist in the front of her dress tugging it to fall improperly until the stiff peak of your nipple presses to hers and-

Tae snarls, the frayed line of control that Tae has over her instincts dissipating in an instant. It has her flipping you over onto your back landing amongst the colorful layers of your nest. Letting out a quiet squeak, Yoongi’s half-drunk laughter drowning it out. The fucking instigator of it all.

The second she puts her lips around the apex of your chest, she knows she'll be addicted to them until the end of time.

There's something about the warmth and the softness, having all of you and your heartbeat so close. Nose pressed in- burying her face in them- As she sucks and sucks and sucks. Hands hungry as they take big handfuls and squeeze. Tugging sweat-mewling sounds from your mouth.

She tries not to be rough, to pepper kisses up and down them in between her nibbles and bites but her instincts are just too strong. You squeak when Tae drags her teeth across your nipple and bites. leaving lipstick marks too, rings of bruises and pink.

She finds every spot she likes and bites.

There are many many spots.

It takes minutes before the ache in her jaw and canines are sated, and by the time she pulls back, there are already bruises forming. Small semi circles like barely opened flowers.

She looks a little disheveled above you, lipstick all smudged half across her face but mostly on your chest. She goes right back to sucking. Big alpha hands holding your shoulders down. Sliding to cup them. To cup your sides, a growl vibrates your nipple.

Such a good omega- so warm and swollen here- a hidden darker instinct breathes and lives in Tae. whispering forbidden things, So good for pups, so healthy for them- have to- have to breed- have to knot-

“Mommy’s gonna mark you all pretty, make you look all claimed.” Yoongi croons above you, running a hand through your wet hair and holding your face so that you don't try and look down at her and impede her artistic process. Yoongi keeps your eyes just on him as Tae sucks. Your mate grins, leaning down close to you, voice going a little softer.

“I want to see the look in your eyes when she knots you sweetheart- you have to promise me you won’t look away.”

“Promise.” You squeak out.

“Good pup, now be still and let Mommy taste you.”

Tae isn’t used to seeing Yoongi this dominant, but she can’t say she doesn’t like it when that falls from his mouth, that it doesn’t have her cheeks heating. her cock jumping at the idea of a knot. Your mate watches your expression melt more, the more attention that Tae gives to your chest. It's- it's so much more sensitive than you thought.

(She's going to suck them so sensitive you won't even be able to wear a bra tomorrow. Until you won't be able to tolerate even the softest of fabrics brushing up against them. Who knows maybe you'll even hug one of the others- Jungkook or Namjoon or Jin- and hiss at the contact. Maybe they’ll want to see why you’re so sensitive, ruck your shirt up and see the mess tae made of you. Curious fingers pinching meanly until they have a taste for themselves.)

You move your hips in slow small circles, grinding down inarticulately on the generous thickness tenting the fabric of Tae’s dress. A wet dark patch that’s more from you than her coloring the pink silk darker. All she’d have to do is drag it to the side and you’d be rubbing your pussy along her cock. Fucking your little clit up and down her shaft.

It’s too hard to think about everything happening to you while you're in omegaspace. So you just don’t. You let yourself float and be manhandled, let them take care of you. The delicious burn pain pleasure of her mouth and teeth, the small squeaks of mommy please that fall from your lips simple background noise.

Tae hasn’t seen Yoongi like this in months, predatory and sure of his movements. She soothes each bite with a kiss. Looking up at him each time her teeth dig.

By the time she moves on from your chest, your nipples are puffy and pink and glossy. The sweet smell of slick smarts at her nose. And she can’t even kiss them without you whining and starting to sniffle.

“Too sensitive, S’ too much, mommy mean-“.

“Let me see baby” Yoongi slides his hands down, cupping your chest before rolling your nipples between his fingers, and your back arches. Nearly thrashing if Tae wasn’t holding you down with the weight of her body, reeling against the overstimulation.

But you have other inches of skin that sit unmarked, unclaimed, and unworshipped by Tae’s teeth.

So, she keeps going. Maybe it's like Yoongi's grooming- only Tae needs to do it with her teeth.

She peppers hickey after hickey across your stomach and thighs, leaving her bruises next to the ones that Yoongi left. her teeth sliding along the slick stained portion of your inner thighs and fuck- you really do taste good, an addictive hum-like white noise that has Tae biting again. Alpha brain slick dumb. sure she's getting it from the bite and not your slick.

Your mate above you kisses you too. swallowing your little pleas and whimpery whines. And then when she's finally left your legs and hips and stomach aflush with kiss and bite marks. She starts to pull your knees to your chest so that she can lick and kiss and suck where she knows you need her.

But before she can get face to face with your pussy but you squirm, tucking your hips to the side. Hiccupping through your protest.

“No- want knot- want-”

Even in omegaspace you know what the alphas getting their mouth on your means. Even Yoongi rarely ever fucks you after- claiming you’re too sleepy or too sensitive for it- and now-

The cock you want- the knot you want- is right there- right between Tae’s legs and you want that more than you want her mouth.

Yoongi guides you to rest your cheek on his thigh, cradling your cheek softly and calming your hiccups with long strokes down your neck. "What a good pup," He croons, "Telling us what you want. Are you ready for mommy to give you your reward? It’s a big reward too- might not fit in your cute little cunt.”

The spaghetti strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulders, and Yoongi fiddles with it after a moment, he sets it back where it belongs despite his earlier threats to the contrary.

It’s more than just settling Tae's jumpiness with the calmness in his eyes. It’s permission. Permission to fuck you and permission to do it the way Tae needs to. There’s a reason why she hasn’t taken off her dress-

Tae is still mostly a boy under it. The fact that female alphas also have cocks is the only thing that’s keeping this from being truly dysphoria-inducing (the dress and you- because the dysphoria is only ever a distant threat in your presence)

It's only fitting that you take her virginity like this. Not virginity in the classic sense. But to have her first time having sex as a woman be with you and Yoongi-

Yoongi cups her cheeks. Tae's heart is so heavy with it that she almost wants to stop.

But honestly, her cock is heavier and wetter between her thighs, burning sensitive where it rubs against the silk, begging for that cute pink hole between your legs. Your thighs tremble where you lie blinking up at them close to tears at being denied for so long.

You sniffle, the wetness on your waterline threatening. So overwhelmed and so small but so safe between the two of them.

“Mommy-“

Tae’s done for. She settles between your thighs and there's the brief question of condoms but Yoongi just shakes his head. She doesn’t need to use them outside of your heat, especially given your condition- there’s little risk of you getting pregnant.

The glossy cleft of your cunt tempts her as she drags her fingers through it. You grab her hands, perhaps a little more cognizant as you lace your fingers together, holding her hand.

The same hand that lifted makeup to her face for the first time, that showed her how to do her hair. That first taught her what dresses were supposed to look like and how they were supposed to sit on her. The same hands that she reaches for when she doesn't feel like herself, the hands that love her for her, even when it feels like that's impossible.

Tae lifts your hand to her mouth and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“Wanna- want it slow, soft like pup,” you say, glassy eyes imploring Tae. “Want to feel it but- Please? Please mommy?”

“Of course, baby,” she says. And in tandem she and Yoongi shift, Yoongi cups your cheek and slides his thumb between your lips to give you something to suck on. Settling to the side (before you start to feel bad for him- just know that watching his two favorite girls fuck is quite literally a dream cum true. There will be more than enough time to partake later. Yoongi doesn’t want to miss a second of your first time).

Only after a nod from Yoongi does she slowly guide her cock home. There are tentative seconds where she presses, and you start to pull off of her- and then like sweet relief, her cock settles inside.

It’s surprisingly easy of a fit, Tae is the second largest in the pack- small only to Namjoon who’s a good inch or two larger during a rut. But Your hole has already been fucked open a little bit. Tae feels her cock pushing away the last of Yoongi’s cum, making the slide wetter (not that you really need it, all the teasing earlier has you dripping)

She needs to calm her breathing when she slides fully in, hands shaking as they settle on the smallest part of your waist. She rests there for a few seconds.

Yoongi helps so much, pulling up Tae’s skirt, soothing your shaking with his hands. Licking his lips as he glimpses your flushed entrance parting taught around Tae’s big pink cock. “Look at how pretty mommy looks knocking you up pup.”

“Oh,” you say, tears finally spilling over your cheeks as your body compromises to the pressure and lets her in.

Tentatively Tae rocks forward, just a little, not taking her cock out too far. Your breath hitches. and tears fall again, spilling unashamed over your cheeks. “That’s a good pup, take mommy’s cock just like that.” Tae groans, throwing her head back, unabashed to admit that she might be close to cumming just from hearing that name on Yoongi’s tongue again.

Before Jungkook helped open you up for Namjoon, you might not have been able to take a cock this big. The taught skin of your entrance hugs her cock, and she growls at the tightness- which turns into a feral snarl when she sinks in just a little deeper and that tight ring of muscle slides over the sensitive skin at the base where her knot will form.

“Mommy’s so…big” it’s true- you can feel her pushing away the soreness that Yoongi left earlier. Pushing away everything to make herself fit in you. So deep and long and thick you know you'll feel her inside for days after.

You’re so wet, wet enough with cum and your own slick that it makes a noise when she really starts to fuck you. She sinks in as deep as she can go, the head of her cock kissing some long untouched place inside of you. Nudging just against something very hard and very sensitive.

A place that if you were in heat, Tae might be able to fuck into.

She just tucks you against her chest, drawing you closer as she starts to move her hips faster and faster, still going just as deep. She chases the feeling of the head of her cock nudging up against your cervix. She knows she doesn’t look pretty- that her makeup all wrecked, and hell- you probably won’t even stop to take it off once you’re done. But It's intense, the way you work with her- two bodies but one goal in mind.

Yoongi bends over your forms, pressing a kiss to the nape of Tae��s neck.

Tae buries her face in your chest to keep from letting the emotion overwhelm her, hiding the few tears that she might let slip. This- I get to have this.

She'd never admit it to you or Jimin or anyone- but maybe this is what she's been missing, the reason why she'd never felt the need to develop her dynamic with the others, why she’d never felt dominant or submissive. Maybe what she was missing was you.

She sits back on her knees and looks down at you, eyes flinty in the dark. Nostrils flaring at your scent. She wants you in a way she's never wanted anyone else, wants you to stay just like that until she's brought you to tears. Until you're squirting and begging around her knot. Until you can’t take anymore.

She picks up the pace, pulling back almost entirely before she buries herself in you again. The sound of it wet and loud. So loud that the others can probably hear it across the hall. And if they can’t hear that they will certainly be able to hear her snarl.

Tae wants them to hear, wants them to know how she makes you squeal and whimper. Wants them to listen in at the door like she was and hear you say her name-

“Mommy feels so good. Love mommy’s cock, good pup?” you babble, “m’ good pup?”

Yoongi drags a hand down your cheek, soothing you even as his other hand works at his cock between his thighs. “Yes baby- Such a good pup taking mommy so well, can you cum on her cock sweetheart? I know she wants to see it; I know she wants to feel you get all tight around her and milk her knot, don’t you want to be a good omega for her.”

“Mommy knot pup’s tummy? please?” you ask, even as Tae nudges that spot inside of you, You sob freely, and Tae’s tongue darts forward to lick at your wet cheeks.

Tae hums, feeling a little feral, a creature that she never knew existed lumbering below her skin. “Hmm, I don’t know” she thrust into you so hard you know there will be more bruises on your ass from her hip bones in the morning. So hard you yelp and get pushed up, more onto Yoongi’s stomach than his thigh, his cock brushing your cheek.

“Should I cum here” she bends to kiss a mark she left just over your heart. “Here?” she asks, biting down on your puffy nipple. "Or here?" she bites your mating mark- making Yoongi hiss. Tae knows how he looks when he’s about to cum, cheeks flushed, lip bitten, hand moving quickly.

“How about here?” she says, pressing her thumb meanly down on your clit. Making you jerk. "Want me to mark you and make Joonie mad again? he’s already gonna be furious when he finds out I’ve made a mess of his omega. Do you like the sound of that baby? Both of us fighting over who has the right to breed you?” She leans in close, nibbling at the shell of your ear.

"Between you and me, I think I'd win. I'd call you cute and you'd bend right over and let me do this as many times as I wanted."

Neither of you lasts much longer- although Yoongi holds out, You fuck at a maddening pace. Her knot starting to get all taught, the pleasure overwhelming her until her hips stutter. She leans forward, the urge to bite again overcoming her.

She leaves a big bruise on the other side of your neck opposite Yoongi’s mating mark. And the feeling of being bitten on your sensitive scent gland has you cumming, sobbing, and clinging to her as your orgasm rushes over you.

Tae's knot starts to pop and you squirt weakly between the two of you, wetting Tae's stomach in a hot heady gush. She only manages a few deep thrusts before her knot has expanded so big that she can't pop it free anymore- and has to settle for just rocking it in. The feeling of something so close to your sweet spot rubbing, as she grinds in as deep as she can. Your orgasm feels like it won’t ever end.

You clench again, squirting a second time- just weakly, a little trickle- the wet patch on the front of her dress is honestly a little obscene. She starts to cum, hot ropes of it that fill you up so so quickly. There’s not enough space in your pussy with Tae occupying every available inch.

You continue to cry, as you spiral down and down. Mommy’s so big, filling you up so well, mommy’s cock is my favorite cock. Love mommy so much. you're not sure what exactly slips past your lips and what doesn't. You feel so full. So full that you think you might notice something more there when you put a hand down there, a faint bulge in your tummy where Tae is, where she’s filling you full of her cum.

You’re going to be so wet and messy with it when she pulls out fucked so open that you won't be able to keep it safe inside. You bet the others will be able to smell it on you for days. Yoongi’s fingers rub your tummy in smooth gentle circles. Pressing down until both of you start to protest.

“There you go pup, keep mommy’s knot nice and safe in your little pussy sweetheart. You did so well- so good- fuck-”

You barely even notice the hot ropes of your mate's cum dripping from his hand onto your chest as he milks the head of his cock and his orgasm with efficient rolls of his hand. A little gets on your cheek, but Yoongi’s release mostly lands on your mating mark.

This is the second time Yoongi’s cum tonight, and he hisses through the sensitivity. There's not much cum- but a single wet line of it drips down your chest.

Tae leans forward, drunk on the two of you, and laps at it. Laps at it until Yoongi’s hand sinks into her hair and he pulls her up for a sloppy cummy kiss. She sighs eyelashes fluttering. You’re already dozing tucked to her chest, Tae’s cock twitches inside you and you whine, clamping down on her knot again.

Yoongi grins, nuzzling into Tae’s shoulder.

“I think we might need another shower.”

In the morning there will be sunlight streaming through the windows and more than enough time to meticulously wash every item in your nest (Jungkook might help you do it). In the morning you’ll wake pressed chest to chest- with her still inside of you, dozing in the sunlight and purring like a cat. Sore and bruised but sated.

You might not want to be parted even then, might just want to tuck your head below the blankets and sleep off the ache between your thighs. Tae will let you- Tae will stay as close as you want for as long as you need. Maybe that’s all the aftercare either of you needs.

Although that doesn’t mean she’ll do nothing- Maybe she’ll ask Yoongi for something to keep her occupied. Just a pen and paper, just a way for her to get her sweet spiraling thoughts out. the poem she writes will be one of her favorites-

On the best of days, I am convinced that Sappho made you for me. That she learned from Pygmalion and wrote you just so, the same way he lovingly cleaved Galatea from marble and stone.

She wrote you in violet ink, lingered on the edge of every line, and heart-dotted every I. Sappho says love her, love her in all the best ways, in the way she needs and the ways she doesn't. love her so hard she takes it for granted- just as the moon take the sun rising for a rule.

Come to me when you are cold, so that I might love you and make you warm. Let me love you until there is no more space in my chest and my swelling heart breaks ribs Until it cleaves me from stone and I am made perilously alive by venus- made alive by loving you.

For I have no other choice, nothing could be as painful as losing you.

Tomorrow morning, Tae will write the poem. She’ll even leave it out for the whole pack to read.

But for now, she wraps her arms around you, kisses your forehead, and goes to sleep.

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(The following evening, Hobi)

Hobi can only contain his excitement and bad ideas for so long.

It’s nearing midnight when he finally ceases his listless shifting from side to side. He's Jumpy- in a way that he usually isn’t during pack mandated movie nights. The popcorn is already finished by the time his bad ideas have nearly taken flight. Half of the pack is already asleep in the nest.

The night is quiet, everyone is home, and everyone is safe.

That alone should be enough for his alpha instincts. It would be enough any other night, but tonight something wild in his chest just won't stay leashed, teeth gnashing and mind loud.

Those who aren’t yet asleep warm the house with sounds of them getting ready for sleep, soft giggles, and the sound of the shower running upstairs. In the nest, Namjoon’s got his head bent at an uncomfortable angle snoring softly with Jin tucked close to his shoulder, eyes drooping as he looks at his phone.

Hobi stops by your bedroom door finding your mate lying on his back with Tae folded like a pressed flower into his side. One side of your bed vacant, empty, and no light coming from underneath the bathroom door either.

Hobi’s instincts are restless, nose lifting, searching for the one scent he can’t immediately locate. He shuts the light off closes the door to your bedroom and follows the smell of sweet things. On the hunt.

He finds you in the kitchen, mixing up something brown and chocolaty looking in a Pyrex cup. A little container of pink sprinkles and a carton of ice cream there too- Clad for all intents and purposes like you’ll go to bed soon too. The extra-large pink sweatshirt of Jin’s falls to your upper thigh, little bruises winking there from the day prior. proudly proclaiming across the front Alphas want me, Fish fear me.

Those bruises that the whole pack had investigated thoroughly this morning. Namjoon had practically condemned you to his lap, fingers teasing at the bruises on your thighs, yanking up the hem of your shirt to see your tummy too. Tae had left you looking so thoroughly claimed, legs shaking so bad that she almost had to carry you to the breakfast table.

Tae might have been a little bit smug at that. You simply tucked yourself into Namjoon's shoulder and went back to sleep. You Let Jinnie run his fingers through your re-damp hair. Fingers teasing- examining- nearly purring. Exchanging little kisses for bites of food.

Everyone knows how omega's glow after they've been knotted. The sweeter, relaxed edge to their scents that has even the most possessive alpha feeling docile. The pack where content to bask in it. Eventually, you were the one who stepped away, detangling yourself from their paws. Whiney "if you guys keep touching me I'm gonna be in omega space all day and-"

Maybe Hobi had watched that, a tight tingly feeling of satisfaction building. Aren't packmates supposed to want their omegas to be happy? Aren't they supposed to make sure they're satisfied?

You hum when you see him by the door. Legs not quite as shakey. A happy sound not unlike one of Noodles' little hello chirps.

Hobi can't help but look at them and hope they didn't hurt too bad. Even though he knows that bruises and marks during sex can be something you ask for (he's begged for them himself on more than one occasion). But looking at them on you feels...less okay.

Your sleeves are pushed up to your elbows, and there's a small different mark, more pink than purple. A burn from cooking on the inside of your wrist. It bugs him- Hobi doesn't know why it bugs him. Why do his eyes hover on that mark when he watches you?

Suddenly it strikes him that your body in this house that perhaps the only body he doesn’t know.

“What are you doing?” he blurts, trying not to stare.

“Cravings” you shrug, giving the mug one more stir, adding a few more chocolate chips before you put it in the microwave. Hobi doesn't say that he's definitely never seen you get a midnight snack before, that he's never seen you eating willingly before, on your own, without anyone around.

"What some?" you offer, voice soft. "It's just a mug cake cuz I'm feeling too lazy to actually bake- I can make you one if you want."

The cake in a cup goes around the carrousel, and Hobi feels like his head is spinning too. “No” he says, because looking at you, he knows that cake and sweet treats aren’t what he wants right now.

The microwave dings and you take the now fully inflated cake out, it's a bit of a marvel how quickly you put something like that together, the chocolate is glossy and drippy. mixing with the vanilla ice cream you scoop out.

You look up at him, eyes flashing a little. The chocolate on your spoon drips molten into the cup. The overhead light buzzing menacingly. You raise your eyebrows at him- and Hobi realizes that's what he'd been hunting for.

“You look like you’re going to vibrate out of your skin.”

“I might,” he admits, shoving his hands into his pockets. Fiddling with the car keys already in his pocket. “Want to go for a drive?”

You lean your hands on the counter considering him. The half-light wild to his eyes, the thing that beckons.

play with me- come on just- play with me.

You hum around your spoonful, and Hobi finds his eyes hovering on that spoon.

“Did You already tell Namjoon?”

“He’s asleep” Hobi doesn’t need to say that you can leave regardless. There are only a few places open at this hour but Hobi’s not hungry for food or the open road. They won't really care, even if Hobi knows that if they wake while you're gone they might go into a bit of a panic.

Seems risky, the quirk of your mouth seems to say.

Take the risk with me, his eyes ask.

You’re barely smiling and Hobi knows he’s won.

You break out onto the driveway, your boots thudding and casting gravel to unseen shores, as you giggle together, knit tight shoulder to shoulder. Shooting each other conspiring glances. too kids sneaking out to do something you shouldn’t.

The light in the pack’s bedroom flips on as you pull out, he makes sure not to turn on his lights until he's halfway down the street. Hobi grins as you roll down the window eyeing your bare thighs as he puts the heat on high. The wind rushing through your hair is more important than saving gas.

Hobi turns on the music, a playlist, and a song already queued up. He made this one while he was at work today. Already distantly aware that he'd need it tonight, that he'd need it for you sooner or later.

Courting presents can look like all sorts of things. For you and Hobi it might look like this playlist.

Hobi needs this, the air streaming through the car. The smell of crunchy leaves and autumn acorns. You finish your chocolate mug cake and put it in the back. the spoon clattering in it every now and then. The rumble thunder bite of gasoline in his nostrils burns with your scent. You have a full tank of gas and nowhere to go.

Your smile is something that he'd put in his pocket and bring home if he were at the ocean and you were a piece of sea glass.

But you don't go to the beach tonight. Tonight you drive for a long time. Or at least it feels like a while. In reality it’s only a thirty-minute drive out from the edge of suburbia and into the rocky hilly farmland. The no man's land between your city and the next.

There are pockets of nice houses, upscale farms, and smaller shittier ones that have to be decades old. But slowly the car starts to chug, nose pointing upwards and you pull yourselves onto higher ground. Winding through hills that get rockier and rockier. The road curves sharply, banking. making your stomach drop- and you’re not even going that fast.

Yet.

Eventually, the car slows at the top of the hill. More of a mountain really, with its rocky crags and tangle of trees.

Hobi's eyes are far away when you look at him, he doesn't even bother to put on his hazards as he slows. There is no one here on these backroads. The lights of a few houses but mostly dark.

“There’s this loop, Jimin and I used to drive it a lot when- when things were new. Back when I couldn’t sleep.” Hobi doesn’t say why he couldn’t sleep- that nightmares of his last pack kept him awake. That often he’d rouse from the tiny cot in the packs spare room that he was sleeping in- a friend still and not a lover yet. That he’d wake to Tae and Jimin by the door, other alphas woken by his sleepy whines of distress.

He’d never needed to ask, but somehow he’d always known that Namjoon and Jin had sent them. Back at the beginning Hobi was a little resistant to their affection even though he so clearly needed it. It was easier for him to accept Jimin and Tae if only because they were so close and so clearly soulmates that his own presence didn’t feel like too much of a threat.

Back then, the words of his last pack had felt far closer. “You always fuck things up Hobi- I can’t trust you to do anything- to not flirt with everything that moves.”

“Tae and Jungkook would come sometimes too, Yoongi would come the most, but it would always scare them how fast Jimin would try to go so- we'd just go together most of the time."

You nod, understanding. Fear is more of a comfort than a threat for you, Jimin, and Hobi. At least the fear that you choose to endure and not the fear that the world inflicts upon you.

Hobi rests his head back against the rest huffing out a warm breath. Without the wind whipping at you, the heat inside of the car is almost stifling. He doesn't complain; You like it cozy.

"He’d take me out here. We must have almost crashed on these roads a hundred times.” hobi taps at the steering wheel “I've wanted to take you out here since you gave me this car." He confesses.

Jimin has always been a bit of a wild driver, you can't imagine what his drive for adrenaline would produce paired with a basically non-existent speed limit and a winding back road.

Your eyes reflect the streetlight, the only ones at the top of this rocky crag, the unofficial starting point. Your eyes look dark and flinty in the half-light. There’s no moon tonight and that's better for cops. The whole time you’ve been parked here there hasn’t been a single car that’s passed.

Hobi reaches over, tucks his fingers into your seat belt, and checks to make sure that it's already engaged. You pretend you don't flush when his fingers brush the bare skin of your collar bones and throat.

You watch him, not saying anything.

He licks his lips, and puts the car back in drive.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to show me?”

The engine roars, rattling your bones your very sole. The car shoots like a bullet- and Hobi takes the corners like a hairpin. He gets to a speed that feels just dangerous enough to be exhilarating.

And when he risks a glance at you he finds you grinning, bobbing in the seat with every minute shift of the road. The seatbelt keeps you pinned and safe. Your laughter drowned out by the roar of the engine. You're at the bottom before you've ever really even begun. Hair wild, grinning. Your chest is heaving, and Hobi re-starts the loop without thought. Turning and going back up.

"holy fuck"

Hobi's grin says enough, and he gets less wild when he pulls back to the top, intent on making another turn of it- but all too soon you're reaching for your seatbelt.

The car jerks to a stop, "What are you doing?" He asks. You close the door and lean through the window.

"What? You thought I wouldn't want a turn? Come on let me try-"

Hobi pauses for half a breath before he gingerly undoes his own seatbelt. he tries not to let his preconceived notions show but when you get in the front seat- you know where everything is. Adjusting the seat so you can see over the wide hood of the car better. The only thing that's not where it's supposed to be is Hobi's own seatbelt. Which he obediently clicks and locks closed when you send him an expectant look. You note his trepidation.

“What you thought that I was a passenger princess through and through?”

He grins, a little chided but admits it, “okay but you have to admit you’re sort of are a princess with everything- come on you know I mean that in like- the best way.”

You pout, but it’s all playful. If princesses wear only baggy coordinated pajama sets then you’re the most princess princess of them all. And besides, you do admit that you haven’t been forthcoming with him. You'd only ever told him that this car was your ex-husband's.

Not that it was yours too.

You're so short that you're basically pressed up against the steering wheel. "I only said that I didn’t like to drive- not that I wasn’t good at it.”

It only takes three seconds of you putting the pedal to the floor for Hobi to realize that- shit- you’re not playing around at all.

You’re a better driver than him, a better driver than Jimin even.

You take the turns faster and hug the edges in a way that Hobi didn’t know you could. You turn the wheel at just the right moment, jerking it so that the drift just barely catches around the second turn. Three more tries and you'll probably have it mastered.

Tires screeching, heart pounding. Taking you 40, then 50. The only person who's ever gone 60 on this road is Jimin, and it nearly triggered an incident that left them both substantially scared and had put a pause on their drag racing dates almost for good.

But Hobi sees the speedometer push 71 miles per hour as you clear the straight away. Almost tripling the speed limit.

When the momentum and engine finally chugs at the bottom of the hill he's laughing just like you were only harder. Laughing like he’s spitting up every bad thing that’s ever happened to him- the kind of laughter that pushes at his ribcage and makes his heart beat frantically in his chest. The wildness and freedom clinging to his lungs like oxygen- like this to is something Hobi needs to survive.

So what if it's stupid and dangerous and childish to speed- both of you have struggled so hard- to be free and now-

His body jumps from adrenaline in the best way, hair a sweaty tangle falling over his forehead as he breathes hard. Tasting gasoline on the back of his tongue.

“Who the fuck taught you how to drive like that?” Your body relaxes where it went taught, and you won't let it spoil the mood, not if you can help it.

“My small dicked ex-husband.”

Hobi throws his body across the armrest laughing harder. You rest your head across the back of the seat, grinning too. Fingers itching, tempted towards his hair again just like last week.

“I can have things he taught me that I still enjoy,” you say, but you don’t have to prove that to Hobi. Both of you know that the sweetest way to heal is by reclaiming memories. There are songs that Hobi still can’t listen to from that time in his life as well. even though they’re his favorite.

You don't tell Hobi the story of how the first time you'd gone 100 it had been your first date. That your ex had taken one look at that freeness in you and decided right then that it was pretty enough to be caged. You don’t tell him that after a few late night drives just like this he'd threatened to crash the car if you didn't do what he wanted.

He’d spoiled you with many cars, including this one. But he’d never once let you drive them without very very careful instructions. Eventually, he stopped letting you drive at all- had chopped up the license he’d helped you get, and only went fast to threaten you.

"so help me god I'm going to crash this fucking car if you don't tell me the name of the pig alpha you've been sleeping with- I know you're cheating on me- you think you can do that and survive slut? You want to make a fool of me in front of everybody?"

And Hobi handed over his keys so thoughtlessly.

You don't feel like this joy is in any way due to him right now, this is yours and Hobi’s joy. Your hands tighten on the steering wheel. You're mine Hobi, this is ours. I won’t let him ruin it, even if it's just the memory.

Hobi runs a hand through his hair, looking at you, watching you as you breathe, your chest moves, exhaling again like you’d held your breath the whole way down.

“Have you and Jimin ever timed the loop?” You ask as you start to turn up the hill, going slower but still ten miles over the speed limit.

"No."

You do time it. Going round and round for what feels like hours, brake lights bleeding down the hill like red stars. The playlist gives you about a song every loop. You start at 2 minutes to the bottom and by the time the clock strikes midnight, you've got it down to a minute 30. Hobi's pretty close to that, he gets just under 1 minute 40 seconds as a text chimes through.

Namjoonie: 1:48: Where are you guys?

Somewhere good, somewhere great Hobi wants to reply but doesn't because he feels like if he takes his hands off the steering wheel for a second then tonight will vanish as a good dream.

You start the loop again and Hobi can't resist glancing at you. Hair whipping, looking at you feels like he's won something.

When Hobi looks back at the road, there are a pair of glowing eyes in the middle of it.

Jerking the wheel is instinctual- but he’s going too fast to avoid it. Jimin has lectured him a million times about not breaking for small animals. Anything smaller than a deer isn’t worth breaking for when you’re going too fast to control the car because you stand the risk of spinning out.

Hobi sees the next few moments in slow motion, and feels the seconds like they’re minutes and the milliseconds like they’re death rattles.

The feel of the car as it banks much too fast, wheels screeching as he slams on the brakes, the wheels sliding on the too-smooth road when he jerks it out of instinct.

The loss of traction that sends the car not around the bend of the road but straight and off of it. there are a few moments where you're airborne, before the car fishtails on the grass jolting back in the direction of the road before it narrowly misses a tree and-

The breaks are what save you, he can't be going more than 30 miles an hour when you side-swipe the telephone poll. The car comes to a screeching halt, brakes, and metal tearing.

There’s a crunch, but the momentum of the car hasn’t stopped, the seatbelt digs across his chest, and Hobi watches as the momentum of the car takes you, bouncing you up and-

Hobi hadn't checked to make sure your seatbelt was engaged the last time you swapped spots.

Hobi watches- Hobi can’t do anything but watch as the seatbelt unreels, not keeping you where it's supposed to, the momentum buoys you up and up.

Until your head collides with the window.

Adrenaline and fear pulsed through his veins more than blood and oxygen. And then it's all over, the sounds fall quiet as the car rocks with a thud and Hobi moves just as fast. He unbuckles your seatbelt. His hands search on you furiously going from your shoulders to your side To your head.

Hands searching your hairline for wetness- for blood-For a piece of broken skull- for anything- scrambling to hold onto you- the smacking sound of your head hitting the glass ringing in his ears like a record pin stuck in a crack- Hands cradling your head-

A wretched noise sounds through the car- and it takes him a second to realize it comes from him.

There are going to be moments in his life that he never forgets and this is one of them. He lets out a shattered scared noise, and your eyes open. Blinking back tears, but at least they open.

if you had a moment you’d tell hobi that you didn’t actually get knocked out, You just closed your eyes like you were on a roller coaster, the fear making your body and your mind go quiet. that has your arms and hands numb, your paniced body relocating blood to the important places.

The same fear that has him gripping at you so harshly. Cradling you close like you might be taken from him. Your head spins and he holds you, looking down at you with so much horror in his eyes that it can only come from love.

“Hobi” his hands run through your hair and he lets out a wet sob in relief at the sound of your voice.

“Hobi-” you say again, and he realizes he’s pulled you nearly across the console (not that there's much of it really it’s narrow by design.)

“Hoseok- I��m okay-” you say, putting your hands over his where they still hold your face, tilting your body so that you're half in his lap and half on the console. He sobs again, blinking back wetness until he can see you.

He's holding your face so close to his that your noses are touching.

Your lips part, centimeters from his. You breathe, and Hobi tastes it. In the darkness and in the closeness, the adrenaline and the fear, all tangled with the frantic pulse of his heart in his chest.

Hobi cups the side of your face, a small bruise slowly reddening at your temple and thinks- If something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.

“Hobi,” you say again, quieter this time “I’m alright- I’m fine it’s just a bump.” He doesn’t believe you.

He doesn’t believe you until his forehead is pressed to yours. Until he can feel your heartbeat on his lips, one of his hands sliding down to cup your jaw and he watches your eyelashes flutter and your eyes shut.

In another world you and Hobi would be tearing into each other. In another world the kiss wouldn't be so gentle- his hands would slide to your shoulders to push off Jungkook's sweatshirt just to get his hands on you. In another life he’d breathe in your voice, your breath, your very being just to get you closer and closer.

You gasp into his mouth. Hand sliding to his hair.

You'd climb over the console to get your hands on him, or maybe you’d both go into the back of the car instead and he’d yank down his pants and you’d turn over-

Your lips taste like the chocolate cake you made earlier. Like Yoongi.

His lips taste a little like blood.

or Maybe Hobi would want to see you. And you'd lie face to face in the cramped back seat just so that he could see the way you moan when he’d first push in. sloppy and messy and quick car sex- just like all the movies make it out to be. In another world, you'd turn the windows all foggy with your breath and-

He’s out of the car before anything more can happen. Before he can even really kiss you properly. His heart pounded, slamming the door because his shaking hands don’t understand his alpha’s strength. The red brakelights of the car bleeding into him, bleeding onto his hands coloring his mid red and frantic orange. He's burning from the inside out. His breath comes out rapid and torn from his lungs like he’s just been drowning.

In the middle of the road 30 feet away, the dead animal sits.

There's blood on the concrete. Hobi’s heart is pounding his own through his ears like the beat to a song he doesn’t want to hear.

He’s such a mess of adrenaline, still such a mess inside.

The small animal is soft and furry up close. It's a bunny- or well a rabbit. It's tiny, barely not a kit. Are rabbits called kits or pups? Hobi could be forgiven for not seeing it in time. It’s small, even in death it’s so small.

He doesn’t hear the sound of your car door closing, closer to the telephone poll than you are. You step up beside him, and it’s too dark for him to tell if you’re blushing like him or if you’re scared at all like he is. His hands are still shaking and he can’t speak. He can’t even say your name. Can't look at you.

You don't say anything, something gentle but determined to the set of your mouth. “Is it dead?”

Hobi watches and the fur doesn’t move, not even a little bit. “Yeah." He says, voice sounding flat.

You stoop to check if the little thing is alive. You teeter and Hobi jolts, holding onto your hood to keep you from falling over, dizzy from the adrenaline and the crash.

He needs to get you home- needs to get you back to Namjoon so that he can check if you're hurt- if you're bone bruised or concussed or worse.

Hobi doesn't let himself think of the worst-case scenario.

Hobi’s breath is a little cloud in the red light from the car’s backlights. The Lambo's lights stay on as long as the key stays near it. No little breaths are coming from its mouth, or a heartbeat in its chest when you touch your palm to the still warm bloodied fur.

“We can’t just leave them here” your voice is full of emotion. More than it should be. For a second, Hobi thinks of saying “like hell we can’t” but he can’t stomach it. He can’t stand leaving something so small alone in the dark like this.

“What are we supposed to do? Bury it?” But you sniffle again like that's exactly what you want to do. The grey hairs almost look like noodles and it prompts another wave of wetness in your eyes.

Love has made Hobi do a lot of stupid things. burying roadkill is about to be one of them.

He bites his lip, watching you stand. Do you look a little less sure on your feet than usual? Or is it just his imagination?

“Are you sure you’re not-“

“I know what concussions feel like.” you snap and he falls silent. How you know what dangerous hits to the head feel like are for another night. the fact that it’s happened before will remain fodder only for Hobi’s nightmares.

You pick up the rabbit, its body still limp and warm, not yet set in rigor Mortis. It's blood from its head gets on your palms, but you don't seem bothered.

“Come on- help me” you carry it to the side of the road with gentle hands. The spot you choose is mossy, between a rock and the branches of a small tree.

Hobi ends up being the one who digs. After assuring you that you don’t need to.

He does it with his fingers, tearing through the dirt and other wriggly things disguised in the darkness. He’s on his knees, and you watch him in the red light of the brake lights from the Lambo. Holding the small dead thing gently cradled to your chest.

One handful of earth, then two. And so on until the hole is 5 inches deep, just big enough for you to place the tiny body inside with a final lingering touch.

Hobi brushes the dirt from his hands, still on his knees, waiting for you. “Should we- uh- Say a few words?”

“I don’t know if we need to” and yet you stare down at the thing, the little paws and tiny teeth, not enough fury to bite you even in death. You stand over it, looking down at the tiny animal for a few seconds.

“No more playing dead,” you say softly. Staring down at the dead body.

Hobi stills, and then nods. He covers the body with one swoop of his hands across the earth. He looks up at you from where he kneels, your hair in the streetlight makes you look like you’ve got a little red halo.

“No more playing dead.” He agrees.

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As it turns out, you don’t need to worry about telling Namjoon or not telling Namjoon because he's already sitting on the porch when you pull up. His fluffy grey-blue robe pulled tight around him.

He’s got a book folded between his fingers, and he drops it onto the nearby couch when he stands, crossing his arms. Angry, But not too angry yet.

You and Hobi slowly walk up to him, a set of matching sorry grins on your faces, nervous.

His arms bulge in the fluffy robe, “If you’re going to leave in the middle of the night, you could at least leave a note" he snaps, eyeing the earth on Hobi’s knees, it must be nearing three am. Guilt tugs at you- you know Namjoon has surgery in the morning. Hopefully, you haven’t interrupted his sleep too much.

The drive home had been tense to say the least. Unbearable in its silence to say the worse. Hobi hadn’t said anything about what he’d done- what he’d almost done. You don’t know if you imagined it really- but somehow with his silence. Not even the music playing- you doubt you had imagined the kiss.

He'd kissed you, in those moments pure of panic. He'd taken his mouth and put it to yours like all the consequences in the universe didn't matter.

Hobi doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it, he smells sour and acrid even now.

after a moment of tense silence Namjoon pulls both of you to him, under one arm each. He sniffs at the top of Hobi’s head, concern in his own scent flashing strong and liquor-like. The burnt bitter of his coffee souring. He starts to pull you into the house but stops suddenly as the automatic lights of the car shut off.

And reveal the dent and scratch along the passenger side.

Both of you share a nervous glance as Namjoon's hands slide to the back of your neck abruptly.

You look up at Namjoon, and he only has eyes for the car. Namjoon blinks once as if he’s checking to make sure that what he’s seeing is really there. Hobi winces preemptively starting to make excuses for you- because really you shouldn't be blamed or shouted at- all of this is Hobi's fault. He's the alpha, he's the one who should know better.

But Namjoon is already pulling at the back of his neck, holding him where he wants to you too- giving you both a scared shake. You wince, hand going to your head.

The dent in the side is really more of a scrape, but it stretches from the center of the passenger side door to the back of the car. It's not too much damage- Hobi will take it to a mechanic and they'll restore it and it will be like it never happened.

He glances at you and knows that not everything can be erased. Even if the marks aren't there- the feeling still remains- in your lips and his. Once you've gone down this road you can't go back. If you're going the speed limit or shattering the sound barrier. Now you know what hobi's lips feel like- and that changes everything.

Namjoon's tone is so low it might be a growl.

“Is that a dent?” He asks, quiet in his anger. Your hand slides down Hobi’s side to his wrist clenching, holding onto it, and even he can't resist the need to hold you back. “How fast where you going- where did you-“ Namjoon turns back to you but you're still looking at Hobi, head tilted.

He sees the bruise, starting at your hairline. There's a bit of blood on the front of your sweatshirt. From the rabbit- not you- but Namjoon doesn't know better.

Namjoon's anger is an explosion- just as acidic as his panic, “-of all the stupid and irresponsible things you could have-“

He’s so angry he doesn’t even have the words for it. In a singular deft movement, He scruffs the back of your necks and drags you both inside.

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Hobi’s playlist (Part 3)

Hozier- a moments silence The Weekend and Ariana Grande - die for you remix Chappel roan- Naked in manhattan SZA- kill bill Connor Price- violet Selena Gomez- Ring Noah kahan - Orange Juice

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Cerberus - Part Three

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 7,396

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter

Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind, @deeepvibes, @xxsunny-side-upxx, @heoniebaby

Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)

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The hunt is on,

For it is night.

I lurk in the shadows

Under the pale moonlight.

All creatures tucked away in their beds,

Slumber taking its hold and pressing

Down, down, down.

Either a fairytale or a nightmare,

I get to decide,

For you cannot run and

you cannot hide.

Though she does not see me nor sense me,

I can see her sweat and shake,

A virgin so pure and fragile,

I dare not defile.

Not until she is heady and ready,

Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.

For she is mine.

…Mine…

Mine…!

MINE!

I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.

Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.

I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.

That nightmare was truly hellish.

Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.

Then I awoke.

I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.

My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.

Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.

My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.

I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.

The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.

Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.

Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.

Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.

The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.

At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.

Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.

There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.

I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.

Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.

The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.

My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!

However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.

To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.

The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.

Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.

The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.

It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—

“Y/N?”

I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.

“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”

“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.

After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”

With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.

I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.

She is MINE. STAY AWAY.

The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.

The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.

I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…

I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.

Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”

I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.

There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.

“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.

They are talking about me.

Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.

Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”

I flinch away from his outstretched hands.

“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”

“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.

I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.

Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!

More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.

I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.

A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?

A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.

“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.

I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.

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“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.

“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.

Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.

During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…

“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.

“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.

Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.

Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.

A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.

I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—

“You have the mark of a demon.”

“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.

“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”

I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.

“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.

“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“

“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.

I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.

Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.

“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.

“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”

I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.

She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.

Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.

Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.

“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.

“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.

“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.

I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.

The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.

I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.

“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”

“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”

Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.

I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.

I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.

“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”

“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.

“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.

“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”

“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.

My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.

As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.

I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.

“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”

I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.

“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.

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I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!

My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…

I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.

Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…

What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?

Enough with these thoughts.

I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.

His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.

Hyung, be safe.

It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.

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In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.

They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?

Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.

I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.

The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.

A scream rips through my throat.

Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.

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Part Two And A Half l Part Four

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Wolves are (NOT) Scary Chapter 12

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: Starbucks slander and excessive question mark use

Word count: 1,818

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Long time no see! I’m such an inconsistent writer it’s not even funny. The bad thing is that I have tons of ideas written down but I can never put them onto the page. Writing is hard T_T

That first scene may or may not be from my actual feelings.

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Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13

~3 years ago~

The only thing keeping your laptop from being thrown at the wall is the fact that it’s expensive and you can’t afford to buy a new one. The feeling of the blinking cursor on the blank word document mocking you is driving you absolutely bonkers. Feeling hopeless you switch to your ideas notebook to see if physically writing would kick start your creativity. That’s a trick people on a writing forum you follow swear by. Unfortunately that ended with the poor defenseless notebook being flung across the room.

Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore. Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.

You’re not a weak human and if you have to prove that to each and every wolf here you would. Especially your alpha.

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Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 4

BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung.

Has it really been a whole mf year since the last update? I wish I could freeze time I'm so sorry for making you wait 💔

Warnings: blood, nakedness but mostly fluff

Word count: 4.3k

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You drag your legs to the water wanting to wash the blood off of you. The salt against your cuts makes you scream as you fall into the waves. You see a figure bobbing in the distance of the ocean, illuminated by the rising sun. Hoseok is running towards you in human form.

Hoseok is pulling your broken body into his arms, your dress hangs off of you in rags. “What happened?!”

You try to tell him, but the safety of his arms is already pulling your exhausted body under sleep. The last thing you see is Yoongi’s dark piercing eyes full of concern. Your clenched fist goes limp and the amulet you held all this way falls into the sea.

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Yoongi had been debating on whether to step on dry land ever since he spoke with Jimin. Yet Yoongi remained in the sea, suffering in silence as his mind replayed the sounds he heard through that cursed magical seashell, the distant echoes of your voice contorted in pain from Jimin’s torturing, and he could only blame himself, his only means of communication with you now severed. Yoongi had heard you say you weren’t scared of Jimin and he worried what the young vampire would do to prove you wrong. His thoughts spun out of control, imagining the worst, most vile scenarios now being inflicted upon you.

Why does he care so much? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? He reasoned there wasn’t much else to do on this damned island to preoccupy himself. He spent his nights swimming around the island restless. So his thoughts always drifted to you as his body drifted under the water circling the shoreline. Your eyes were haunting him, your gaze had pierced him and he felt wounded and vulnerable thinking about you.

Should he go speak with Namjoon? He had a feeling telling the wolf pack what had happened with the shell would not go over well for Yoongi at all. There wasn’t much he could do, except try to bargain a deal with Seokjin. How many other humans would it take to get you back? Would they even agree to a trade? Could you forgive him if he tried?

He swam faster, trying to leave those thoughts behind him, finding irony in the way your eyes entranced him in the same way his voice entranced others, pulling him in, stinging him like an arrow to the chest, building regret inside him with every passing moment...

No! He didn’t regret letting you leave, he didn’t! So why couldn’t he stop thinking about your eyes!

Your eyes so full of wrath, heating up his insides, accelerating his heart rate even now. Your glares, playful one minute and resentful the next, annoying him to no end. Your eyes sparkling with wonder when you looked at his mermaid form, not with disgust or fear, but bright and genuine, an expression that Yoongi could only describe as beautiful...

Yoongi blushed at the memory. No, this wasn’t worth it, whatever you were going through, he had to put an end to it. Right now he could only remember how you clinged to him for help with pleading eyes- Enough!

‘Stupid human girl,’ Yoongi cursed. You always fought, you needed to learn how to pick your battles. Now, someone needed to rescue you, Yoongi needed to rescue you.

‘Y/n, I’ll rescue you.’

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Hoseok had stayed away from the pack den since you left, scouting the vampires home every day instead. The protection magic designed to keep his species out wouldn’t allow him to get close. Sometimes he looked at the window of his old room, wondering which room you were in, wondering if you were in there, in his old room, trapped.

He replayed all the moments he had with you, the arguments you wouldn’t back down from, the way you clinged to him like a lifeline when he found you with Jimin, the trusting look in your eyes when he leaded you through the island jungle to the waterfall, the way you looked so beautiful asleep in his leader’s bed…

Hoseok did not want to admit he had felt drawn to you when he and the youngest found you, he did not want to admit he had felt anything for you knowing the dangers outsiders like you could pose, and yet now he was here, unable to stop worrying for you, an outsider, a thorn in his side, a stubborn woman who made his packmates happier than he’s seen them in years, why couldn’t you just listen to him!

He wanted to howl in despair, he instead circled the island, tiring himself out so he wouldn’t do something irrational.

Hoseok hadn’t seen the eldest vampire being thrown out the window, but he smelled his familiar scent instantly, finding him face down in the amaryllis bushes with the merman’s blade sticking out of his wide back. He kept a distance, hiding, impressed a mere human girl somehow had bested his old comrade. You must have done it, you must have really done it. Sadness and relief washed over Hoseok. He could never get to you now. If you’re smart you’ll never come back, he thinks and his consciousness weighs heavily with guilt as he hopes you prove him wrong.

It was time to go home.

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Yoongi wanted to save you, Hoseok wanted to be with you. Now they were together, watching as you fought for your life.

“I’ll take her.” Yoongi’s tone is urgent, pleading. “Hoseok!”

You feel lighter in Hoseok’s arms. You’re bruised, bleeding, practically lifeless in his arms. It rattles him, he doesn’t know what to do. He knows the merman has powers, can heal not exactly like the vampires but help you nonetheless.

Yoongi is about to use his persuasion on Hoseok when he nods solemnly, walking towards the merman.

Yoongi looks towards the path to the vampire’s lair, your body limp in his arms, being jostled by waves. He holds you closer and tries to wake you, but you’re too weak and too hurt to answer back.

“Hoseok, meet me at the cave…you remember it?”

Hoseok nods, unable to properly answer him with words, and quickly transforms back into his wolf form. He doesn’t even think to alert the rest of his pack, he just barrels down the beach, kicking up a trail of sand straight to the old forgotten hang out.

Yoongi waded in the water close to the tiny island waiting for Hoseok. Your body felt cold in his arms, your blood mixing with the water around him, streaks of red branching out within the clear blue swirling around him. Your head fell back and the sunlight from above shone down on both of you, giving yoongi a clear view to the extent of what you’ve been through.

Your wounds weren’t healing like normal wounds, even when Yoongi breathed some life back into you. He let your body sink lower into the water, cradling you to his frame. Holding your head above water, he is reminded of the first time he brought you to this place. The merman presses his forehead to your own, wishing for you to wake up.

He brushes his lips softly on your mouth, hoping to rouse you awake. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud splashing.

“Don’t touch her!” Hoseok yells, glaring at the merman, doggy paddling erratically towards you. He was not used to the jump into the cave anymore, it’s been years since he visited this place.

The merman glares at Hoseok, annoyed by the water he kicks up with his horrible swimming.

“How the hell am I supposed to heal her if I don’t touch her, idiot!”

“Call me an idiot again and I’ll rip off your fin!”

“Shut up before I drown you,” the merman whispers, deathly serious. Hoseok bares his teeth, growling low and menacingly.

You whine in your sleep, halting their standoff.

“Why haven’t you healed her then?!” Hoseok hisses, swimming clumsily to your side.

“Something is wrong,” Yoongi mutters, looking down at you, “I think she was hurt by magic,” he says as he moves you to lie afloat atop the water, assessing the cuts across your body, taking note of the looping lines.

“Help me get her out of the water.” Yoongi reluctantly hands you over to Hoseok who carries you to shore.

Yoongi, now on two legs, hurries into the old hut. It is much less littered with things since your last visit, and he throws off the remaining knicknacks on his table to make room for you. There was a time where he treasured those golden and glittery things, now broken and discarded on the floor, so inconsequential, he feels nothing kicking them aside to make room for you.

He quickly dresses while Hoseok tends to you, pulling out clothes for you and Hoseok to change into as well.

“Get her out of those rags,” Yoongi commands. Hoseok splutters, turning red in the face and the merman rolls his eyes, shoving him out of the way. Hoseok can only comply, pulling on Yoongi’s spare pants.

Your clothes were so tattered and torn, wet and cold, barely covering your frame. What had happened to you? The blast shaking the island had caught Yoongi’s attention at first, but he had not expected to see you running towards the ocean in this state.

“Move her to the bed,” Yoongi tells Hoseok, looking around for anything in his treasure trove that might help you.

Suddenly Yoongi remembers something deep at the bottom of the sea floor at the heart of the island that might help you. “Watch her, I am going to get something for her, to heal her wounds,” he says, pulling off his shirt again.

Yoongi leaves before Hoseok can argue back, slamming the door shut on the confused werewolf.

The chaos of finding you has become painfully stilted. Hoseok is left alone with you, alone with his thoughts and your soft erratic breathing, trying to catch his own breath as well. He watches your sleeping frame as your wounds bleed through your new dress and he feels utterly helpless.

Hoseok kneels at your bedside, unsure of what to do. You’re back. In the worst possible way you’re back with him and Hoseok worries the few seconds you fell into his arms were going to be the last he shared with you.

Where the hell is that damn merman? It feels too long, even though Hoseok knows it’s only been minutes. It doesn’t matter! Yoongi is supposed to be the fastest swimmer of them all. Where is he?!

Hoseok lies his head against the edge of Yoongi’s mattress, building up the courage to hold your hand. Until he finally grabs it in both his, placing your palm to his forehead, the warmth of your hand calming him down.

His jaw clenches as he thinks of what happened to you. This was the last straw for the vampires, Hoseok should have killed them the first time they betrayed the pack. With fire in his eyes, he vows to finish them off for good.

“Where the hell were you?!”

Yoongi whips his head to the side, water leaving his hair, dragging a large bundle of seaweed through the door.

Magical seaweed to be precise, a healing plant he had cultivated a long long time ago. He pulls your dress down, working quickly on covering your cuts with the slimy plant, focusing on his work rather than your nakedness. Hoseok however is nowhere near as comfortable with so much of you, turning to look at the far corner.

“Get over here, I need help! Hold her still while I cover her back.” There were so many deep cuts on you and healed over scars. The amount of times the vamps had to bite you to cause scarring like this makes Yoongi sick inside. Or maybe it was purposeful, a way to make no mistake that you were now theirs.

“Stay with her,” Yoongi says, getting up again. “Keep her warm.”

“Where are you going now?!”

“I have a meeting with Jin tonight,” he says, with anger in his eyes, yanking a drawer open to pull out a knife.

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You laid quietly by him, Hoseok pressed to your side, holding your head delicately to his shoulder. You looked so calm sleeping, was this what his pack members felt when they had you in their beds? An overwhelming need to take care of you…

You shift against him, eyebrows furrowing, a soft whimpering noise leaving your lips. What were you thinking about? What were you dreaming about? Hoseok had so many questions.

Hoseok couldn’t stop thinking about how Yoongi was the one to save you, heal your wounds, had bandages to give you. Yoongi kissed you! What was Hoseok doing here, when you didn’t need him? But he couldn’t leave you, not now.

Hoseok needed to warm you up. He brushed his lips against your forehead, one quick bold move before transforming again, his furry body wrapping around yours, instantly warming you.

The house is destroyed.

Yoongi stood in front of the debris, shocked. The merman hadn’t expected Jin to come to their usual meeting spot, instead heading with purpose towards the vampire’s lair, only to find it in complete shambles. The lawn was covered in broken artifacts and the bodies of humans he had long since brought to them, now dead.

The pair of vampires were nowhere in sight.

Yet there was a foreboding presence, so strong even Yoongi felt it, traces of a fight and scorched magic all over the place.

As Yoongi pieced together the scene, he realized a horrible truth.

It was him, Yoongi thought, Taehyung has escaped!

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Yoongi yanks the door to his hut open and the auburn furred wolf lifts his head from your stomach, ears quirked to the side at the outburst.

Yoongi runs through the small dwelling. Hoseok watches him, head following him back and forth, snout sniffing the hints of fear and panic coming from Yoongi.

Nothing, Yoongi thought, there was nothing strong enough that could protect them against Taehyung if he decided to come for them, punish the pair for their part in his captivity.

Hoseok yips, asking the merman what he was doing. Yoongi takes a seat, finally taking a deep breath. He runs his hand through his wet hair, wipes his hands off his pant legs, working through what he witnessed.

He couldn’t find the vampires, he only found death and destruction. Everything was destroyed, even Jin’s portal, with red glowing burns fissured through the wood.

He rests his chin on the back of his hands, thinking. Hoseok impatiently slaps his tail down against the bed, finally barking a question once more.

Yoongi glances over to the wolf and your sleeping form. “It was Taehyung. Taehyung did this.”

“Fuck,” Hoseok curses, leg tapping anxiously. “What are we going to do?”

Yoongi thinks, teeth nibbling at his nails in worry. “Is there anything we can do? It looks like whatever they had keeping Taehyung bound has been destroyed,” Yoongi huffs.

Yoongi and Hoseok sat across from each other. The pair were sitting at the small table trying to put the pieces of the puzzle of Taehyung’s escape back together while you slept, one crucial piece they unknowingly rescued.

“No sign of Jimin? Jin?” Hoseok asks. Bastards, this is their fault, he thinks. Namjoon should have never trusted Seokjin, especially with Taehyung…

Yoongi shakes his head no, agitatedly tapping his finger on the table. “Aren’t you going to go warn your pack, dog?” Yoongi was becoming annoyed with his presence in the tiny hut and the way Hoseok kept looking over to you longingly.

Hoseok couldn’t help a low growl erupting from his throat. “I’m not leaving her alone with you.”

“I didn’t think you would fall for her, but I guess it must be a pack thing,” Yoongi goads.

“That’s not how it works, stupid.” Hoseok growls, grinding his teeth in anger.

The merman’s eyes narrow on Hoseok. “So you don’t deny you fell for the human.”

“I did not!” Hoseok yells.

“Then leave, I’ll be here when she wakes up,” Yoongi crosses his arms.

“So you can touch her with your scaly paws?” Hoseok scoffs. “I’ll take her back with me,” he says, standing up.

Yoongi steps between him and the bed. “I’m not the one with paws here, mutt.”

“Move,” Hoseok warns. “If you hadn’t convinced her to try to leave the island in the first place, none of this would have happened! I told you all how dangerous Jimin is!” Yoongi stays quiet, becoming more upset in his shame. “And we can protect her better than you-”

“Jimin…” The pair turn to you as you stir and murmur the vampire’s name in your sleep, both shocked at the name leaving your lips. What was the young vampire doing to you in your dreams? Or were they nightmares?

Hoseok falls back in his chair, crossing his arms, tapping his foot impatiently once more.

“You smell like wet dog,” Yoongi sneers.

“You smell like old tuna,” the werewolf says, scoffing.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, debating on telling the hard-headed werewolf to go take a walk on the bottom of the sea floor with his persuasion.

A whole day has passed as the pair of men stubbornly refuse to budge. It’s night time again now, so the vampires should be roaming the island if they made it out alive...

“Why hasn’t she woken up?” Hoseok grunts, sulking in his chair. Yoongi stands up. The movement rouses Hoseok up as well, and they glare at each other. Yoongi goes to your side, with Hoseok stubbornly on his heels.

“Give me some space, goddammit,” Yoongi grumbles, pulling away a bit of seaweed. Your wounds are healing, but you still aren’t waking up. “I’m going to take her back into the water so I can-”

“Like hell you are!”

“Do you have any better ideas? She’s healed now, it might work now-”

Hoseok bares his teeth and Yoongi sighs, chuckling. “I know it’s been a long time since we’ve been around one another,” he says, “but Hoseok, can you not trust me at all?” Yoongi asks, “Are you willing to let her stay like this?” Yoongi stares down the shapeshifter. “She can be…aggravating…” Yoongi sighs, “but personally, I would much rather see her awake…” He reaches out to stroke your cheek before pulling away quickly.

Hoseok stands his ground, “You helped Jimin and Jin, even after what happened to Taehyung.”

“Taehyung chose-”

“HE DID NOT!” Hoseok barks.

“Stay, Hoseok,” Yoongi sings reluctantly.

The werewolf’s eyes glaze over, his body relaxing, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to lift you in his arms, leaving with you before Hoseok regained control of his senses.

You were covered from head to toe in the green sea plant, the magic laden leafy ropes glowing with aqua illuminessence under the moonlight as Yoongi entered the water with you. Yoongi planned to swim out to sea with you, but when he pulled you to the pool’s depths, once your feet reached the sandy floor your body shook violently.

Yoongi held onto your floating body, breathing air back into you, and that’s when he felt it, far far away, he felt something of yours, tied to you, buried at the bottom of the ocean floor, calling out to both of you. Something powerful and dangerous that did not belong in Yoongi’s sea. He could feel it lying there in the sand, the shape of the object he felt clearly as though he were holding it in the palm of his hand...

He knew he had to go find it.

Hoseok, who had been paralyzed by the merman’s command, felt his limbs move with purpose as the cave filled with a low rumbling call coming from the depths of the water. He hadn’t heard that sound in so long, Yoongi’s siren song calling out to him with such a sad pleading melody.

He dove head first into the water.

He swam through a flurry of bubbles, catching your body floating up to him. He wasn’t a fluid swimmer, but he was quick and had a better lung capacity than humans, he pulled you up to the surface quickly.

You both gasped for air as he broke the surface. You held onto him tightly, coughing.

“Y/n!”

You felt dizzy, sore, cold. You hugged Hoseok close to you as he clumsily waded in the water. “You’re awake?” he asked in disbelief and you nodded against his shoulder, trying to catch your bearings.

Hoseok. Hoseok has his arms around you, treating you with such care. That’s right. It was Hoseok who you found, right after you ran. You ran from Taehyung. Taehyung! Where is he? Where are you?

You looked around as Hoseok carried you to shore. This was Yoongi’s tiny hut, you remembered it. He let your feet drop to the ground, but your legs buckled, and you both fell to the sand. You looked at your body, covered in shiny seaweed.

“Whoa...” The sparkling plant reminded you of a certain merman’s tail, so shiny it seemed to be glowing. You pulled one of the plants away from your arms, the cut underneath was healed over, you admired its sheen not caring how unclothed you were. You looked up at the tired, weary and wet werewolf and grabbed him in a hug.

You cried. You were happy, Hoseok might be argumentative, hot headed and stubborn, but his arms felt safe, and you felt protected. You leaned into him for comfort, burying all your fears and worries in the sand beneath you for now, only thinking of him and the rest of wolf pack now that you were reunited.

Hoseok decided he would be angry at your actions later, he hugged you back, finally letting himself smile in relief.

“What was that?” Hoseok murmured.

You and Hoseok both turned at the flash of red light emanating from the water, letting each other go. You looked around at the blue illuminated pool, you were sure you saw it pulse red, but it happened so quickly you were afraid you were seeing things. But Hoseok looked across the water on high alert, and you knew it wasn’t just your imagination. Before you could confirm with Hoseok, Yoongi’s head peeked above the water.

“Yoongi?!”

You stumbled back into the water and swam clumsily over to him, limbs still stiff and hurting.

“Let go.”

Even though his arms were securely wrapped around you, his cheek pressed tightly against your own, Yoongi could feel the shapeshifter’s glares piercing the back of his head as you hugged him close.

You shook your head. Yoongi expected you to argue with him, but you just said, “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“The shell… the dagger… they’re gone. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi wanted to tell you he didn’t care about those things, he was just relieved you were awake again. But his words came out in a jumble of hums and flustered clicks.

You blink. “Oh! Is that mermaids talk to one another-”

Yoongi drops a handful of seaweed on your head. “Get back on shore, you’re naked.” Yoongi was right, all the remaining seaweed had floated away from your body. You yelp, pulling in your legs and wrapping your arms across your chest.

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Yoongi holds the red gem necklace an arms length out, in front of you and Hoseok. The red gem dangles and catches the moonlight, the red color reminding you of another piece of jewelry, reminding you of blood. He places the necklace on top of the table. “What’s this?”

“It’s dangerous-”

“I know that.” Yoongi stares at you. “What is it? It’s yours, isn’t it?”

You cross your arms and legs, looking at the pair of men. It was the most clothed you’ve ever seen Hoseok, he wore a dark clothed shirt and pants, matching Yoongi’s attire. Yoongi had given you a deep teal dress with gold accents woven into the fabric, it looked flowy and regal, you were grateful the merman’s tastes were much more colorful than the vampires.

The details are fuzzy to you, you know you should remember what it it, but the harder you think about it the more difficult it is to come up with an answer, like a dream slipping away as soon as you wake up. “I found it on the other side of the portal… Taehyung...we have to hide it from him.”

“You went through the portal?” Yoongi asks surprised.

You nod, thinking of all the time you had spent away from the island, it was all lost now. Now all you could think of was the explosion, Taehyung…and Jimin!

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asks.

“This necklace, there’s something…about it…” you begin to reach for it but stop yourself.

“We should just destroy it,” Hoseok grunts.

“No,” Yoongi looks at the red stone, “Trying to destroy it won’t be as simple as crushing the stone or melting the gold. It’s holding power. I can feel it.”

“Me too,” you shudder. You could feel the energy around it pulling you in, and you had a feeling the last thing you should do is get near it. You kept your arms held tightly to your body, trying to ignore its pull.

Hoseok picks up the gem, inspecting it. Then he takes it by the chain and whacks it onto the wood.

“Hoseok!” you gasp.

“Haven’t you learned anything?!” Yoongi yells.

“It’s fine.” Hoseok huffs, disappointed. “I’ll hold onto it, if Taehyung wants to take it, he’ll have to kill me first,” he says, pulling the necklace over his head and hiding the red gem under his shirt.

“Oh, my watch!” you remember. You reach for the pocket watch but it was no longer around your neck. “No!” you cry. Where could it have gone? You had two watches at one point and now you had none. You rub your temples, ugh, why does everything have to hurt! Why do you feel so lost!

“Do you remember seeing a watch around me?” Hoseok shakes his head, if the vampires have Namjoon’s watch then the situation is becoming dire.

“You need to explain everything to Namjoon,” he looks at you, his leader will know what to do.

“We need to find Jimin-”

“What?!”

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Hi lovelies, this is short I know, but it's actually the next chapter broken into smaller parts because I realized I am never going to mf post anything if I don't do it this way cries. I am doing it this way so this will push me to update BV:ITS in the next coming weeks :D more cave shenanigans coming up! Next chapter will be less disappointing, I swear! <3

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