#jimin ABO

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Solstice || pjm

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin   Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Fluff, Angst (Very light), Flashback Special, Winter!AU, Holiday!AU Word Count: 9k Synopsis: It was a night during Yule when Y/N first saw Park Jimin.

Part of the Birdie Shoppe Series: || Birdie Shoppe Masterlist || While you can read this as a standalone, I do highly recommend reading the series first. It will make more sense and give everything the context it needs.

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, some angst, Jin and Yoongi are sweeties, Yule celebrations, in depth talks about wiccan/pagan traditions, Krampus and Yule cat mentioned, possession, adoption mentions, talks about death, annoying nicknames, these spirits are a bit sus, underaged drinking (Like a sip), We love Wendy, Jimin is cute, This is super PG, Young reader, Young Jimin, I can’t think of anything else so just let me know! A/N: I couldn’t help myself. We’re starting to get flashbacks! I thought it would be fun to dive into the Holiday season in Bangtan, so here we are. This has been roughly edited so I could have missed things. I will hopefully get around to fixing her up when I get more time. I hope you enjoy. Happy holidays!

The fresh scent of pine was heavenly as I struggled to shove the evergreen through the door of my cottage. Auntie yelled, her gruff voice harsh, but I knew better than to fear her tone. While Jin stiffened up beside me, my demeanor never changed. Auntie’s voice was just like that. 

“Almost through,” Yoona, Yoongi’s mother, shouted to us. Her voice was sweet and melodic in stark contrast to Auntie’s.

I felt the tree get inside before anyone said anything. Yoona let out a cry of elation while Aldara barked out more instructions. I rolled my eyes when I heard Jinnie whine. He was always so sensitive. So sensitive, in fact, his father had taken Yoongi to gather firewood and harvest fruits for the feast tonight. Seokjin’s mother was inside our cottage slaving over the stove. I knew the other witches were helping but did not know who was making what. Auntie would make the Wassail this year. Hers was the best. 

After fumbling into the living room, the four of us worked hard to squeeze the massive tree into our tree stand. Decorating the tree was my favorite tradition since it was always the most cared for and important part of the holiday. No matter how different covens celebrated Yule all of us had a tree in our homes. All three of our families had worked tirelessly making decorations for the tree this year, and I skipped to the baskets that had been sent over to begin the long, tiring process of placing everything on the tree.

Seokjin, Yoongi, and I had been friends since we were children. Auntie had grown up with their mothers who had grown up with their mothers. Our families had spent Yule together for generations, and none of us were planning on stopping the tradition. Later tonight, my friend Wendy and her coven would be over for the bonfire. They were very different from any other family I had known since their coven only allowed women to practice magic. Anyone who did not like this lived in a nearby village. 

I pulled out a dried orange garland from last year and winced. It was a good thing Hoji, Jin’s mom, made new ones every year. Taejin, his father, always helped us make julbock goats for the tree. Auntie said they were important since they helped celebrate rebirth. I was not completely sure what she meant by that, they were just hay ornaments with red ribbons, but Auntie was the smartest, best witch in the world. So, I took her word for it. 

Jin, like always, went into the kitchen with his mother to help prepare food. He always enjoyed cooking just as much as I enjoyed decorating the tree. Auntie and Yoona sat at the dining table and continued to make smudges. We always did smoke cleansings during Yule. Auntie had pine, juniper, and sage burning the entire holiday. Jinnie said his mom liked to burn rosemary and cedar. Wendy’s coven did not burn at all, but they hung up ivy everywhere. That seemed silly to me. 

“Did you make anything new this year, Bibbles?” Yoona asked, tying off another smudge. 

“Of course,” I replied, digging around the box for the new ornaments. “See?” 

I was insanely proud of my pinecone ornament. Auntie sometimes disliked it when I made characters or creations for the tree in any way, but she had liked the hedgehog pinecone. I cut the body into the shape I needed and made the features from dried cranberries. A red ribbon held it on the tree through a hold I carved in a cone scale. As I pulled out more of my forest creature creations, Yoona grew more excited for the festivities.  

“Bibbles,” Yoona said, her voice warm, “You’re the best at Yule.” 

“Isn’t she?” Hoji chimed in, wiping sweat off her forehead. 

“The only one who enjoys getting the tree ready, that’s for sure.” Auntie muttered, her concentration on the smudge sticks. “Speaking of. You should get started, Rae. Cordelia will be here soon.” 

Cordelia was the high witch of Wendy’s coven. I never knew if they were related but I always thought she was her aunt, so I stuck with that. It would be weird to ask, and Auntie had told me not to. Something about it being rude. So, Cordelia, to me at least, was Wendy’s aunt. 

“Is Thelma coming this year?” Yoona asked. 

“I’m not sure. She did just have a baby.” Hoji replied. 

“She didn’t have a baby,” Auntie corrected, “She found one.” 

“What’s the difference, Aldara?” Said Yoona. 

I stopped listening after that. I knew who Thelma was but did not like her very much. She lived deep in the swamps of Bangtan and drank cold tea. I knew Auntie liked her a lot, so much that the two of them wrote to each other every day, but I did not know why. Anytime I had met her, she was loud and talked funnily. Thelma also smelled bad and cursed just as badly as Auntie did. 

Huh, I guess it did make sense when you put it that way. 

It was just before sunset that Yoongi and Jin’s dad made it back to the cottage. They already set up the bonfire before coming inside. The fire would have to last us 12 days, so we needed a lot of wood. The boys would go back out tomorrow morning for more and I would more than likely join them if Auntie allowed. Sometimes, she would want me to stay behind and help make more wassail for dinner that night.  

For the great day, the day when everyone would come to the cottage, we cooked too much food. There would be meats, desserts, and as many in season vegetables as we could get our hands on. Anyone coming would also contribute to the feast and bring their favorite dishes. The lighting of the bonfire would happen, and everyone would dance and sing songs. Auntie would watch from the door until she finally shifted. She then joined us outside and stuck close to Hoji. She was one of three who could understand her in her bird form. Jinnie and I were the others and what adult wants to sit with twelve-year-old's all night? 

I hummed as I decorated the tree, the nursery rhymes Auntie had always sung were my favorite. I knew witches celebrated Yule, but Auntie said the wolf pack that lived north of our home had a holiday called Christmas. It was similar but they believed in Father Christmas, not Krampus, and it did not last if ours did. Instead of 12, it was one day in December. Their town was preparing for it, and I had sent out peppermint bark like Auntie had asked. I was always great at making things like that.  

“Auntie?” I called out, using delicate hands to bend and twist a tree topper out of left-over sticks and boughs. 

“Yes, darling?” 

“What is a Santa Claus?” 

“A nicer, less real Krampus,” She chuckled. “What’s on your mind, little raven?” 

I twisted more twigs and used left over scraps of red ribbon to decorate it. I was lucky to find gold paints as well and used my fingers to brush the sparkling color over the wood. Yoongi side eyed me from the couch. He was still making his goat to put on the tree. Yoongi always did suck at it. 

“I just don’t understand,” I admitted. “Don’t they believe in the Goddess?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why don’t they celebrate her?” 

“You see, little one,” It was Taejin who spoke this time. He was very friendly with the Foxglove wolves and had served them his entire life. Just as he helped our family during Yule, Taejin got wood for the pack in exchange for gold pieces. He also made furniture for them from time to time. “There are members of the pack who celebrate something like Yule, but others who celebrate Christmas. There are some who celebrate nothing at all. They’re not too concerned about being the same on stuff like this.” 

“Celebrate nothing?” Jin shouted from the kitchen. “Then what do they do?” 

Taejin laughed, “Other things, son. It’s between them and Lilith. We are in no place to judge anyone else on their traditions.” 

“Stupid tradition.” Yoongi mumbled. 

“Min Yoongi!” Yoona warned, a freshly baked plum pudding in her hands. 

“Sorry mom.” 

“You better go to your alter tonight, young man.” 

“Yes mom. Sorry mom.” 

“I swear,” Yoona continued, “Kids these days! Why can’t you act like Twitch? She adores Yule!” 

Flushing, I used a bit of magic to get the star I made on top of the tree. I had a million different nicknames. While Yoona and Yoongi knew who I was, Auntie had been wearier of Jin’s family. I had a sneaking suspicion Taejin knew it, but I never asked him myself. I would rather not know anyway. Still, everyone seemed to have their favorite. Yoona called me Twitch, Taejin liked Crow (he said it was the irony that made it so awesome), Hoji called me Bibbles since Auntie called me the same thing when I was a kid; she preferred Rae or Ravioli these days. Jin called me Birdie, Yoongi did the same when we were around other people but always liked to use my real name when he could. After a while, I stopped remembering the rest. 

Yoongi scoffed and joined me on the floor. I always felt bad when that happened. Everyone knew my friend had a difficult time with others which is why he disliked big holiday parties. At least, I knew this. Yoona often complained about how quiet he was, she also enjoyed comparing him to others, but I liked Yoongi just the way he was. Knowing this, he held my hand while we looked at the tree. It looked beautiful and smelled nice. This was the best part of the year, spending time with everyone I cared about. 

“Did you make anything this year?” I asked him, my voice small. 

“Yes, did you?” 

“I always do.” I smiled. “What did you make?” 

Everyone had their own traditions. No witch was the same. Auntie made alter items for everyone each year, which was long and individualized to perfection. Taejin and Hoji made candles and sage bundles for everyone except the kids. We got sweets. Wendy’s coven brought salts, purified water, and all other types of crystals and stones we did not see inland. Jin never made or gave anybody anything except for Yoongi and I. Yoongi enjoyed cooking like his mom did and made jams and preserves with his grandmother. Gran never made it to the big parties. She enjoyed spending the holiday alone with Lilith. I, out of everyone else, made jewelry.  

Auntie adored the necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. This year, I had even gone out of my way to make anklets for Wendy’s coven. I noticed all of them wore one and thought they might enjoy something new. I carefully picked out the stones and crystals in hopes they might be helpful. These things were important, especially when talking about Yule. The last thing I wanted was Krampus to take me away if I offended someone accidentally. 

“Apple, orange, and cranberry preserves.” 

“Three kinds this year?” That was a surprise. Typically, Yoongi would only bother with apple since it was his favorite. 

“I wanted to try something new and liked them all.” He explained. “What did you make?” 

“The usual,” I shrugged, “I tried my hand at making anklets, too.” 

“Wendy’s family is weird.” 

“Yeah, but so are we.” 

My mouth watered; the food smelled so good. Yoona had taken out the turkey from the oven a few minutes ago. Yoongi was more excited about ham than anything else. Auntie would drink wassail all night and binge on sweets. She never ate meat. Griselda, the Birdie who taught her, was the same way. It never stopped me from getting a large slice of turkey breast. I locked eyes with Jin and knew we were thinking the same thing.  

I could hear Shiloh talking with other birds outside. She would most likely stay out tonight since the house would be full. While she enjoyed Yule, I knew she was getting forest gossip from Toto and Mavis. Morla’s gossip streak had gotten worse the last few weeks, but Auntie never told me what the issue was. It was “insignificant nonsense,” she had said when I asked about it. 

“I see Cordelia and the coven,” Taejin announced, excitement written all over his face. 

The house erupted, everyone running around and getting the food on the dining table. Auntie gathered everyone’s presents while Hoji helped Yoona get our Yule log to the fireplace. Yoongi made finishing touches to all the food while Jin and his father lighting cleaned. I started to pray under my breath, asking Lilith for blessings and a short winter. Auntie knew she could trust me to do this perfectly. I finished just as a loud knock came at our door.  

The party was in full swing. It turned out Thelma would be unable to join us this evening. Her son was a handful and she thought it would be better to keep their celebration at home. While I was secretly happy about this, I would still bring her gifts and food tomorrow, and would not be joining Yoongi, sadly. 

Everyone was scattered around the cottage with a plate in their hands. Wendy’s coven had brought all sorts of foods and their own version of a Yule log. While we used our fireplace to burn our wood log, because of their practices, the coven made a cake that looked like a Yule log. Wendy told me they had a real log back home, but they stuck candles into it and burned them instead. A traditional Yule log was not possible in their houses, and they were afraid of catching things on fire. Either way, the cake was delicious. 

“What time are we having the bonfire?” The blonde girl asked, her waves bouncing with every movement.  

“After dinner and the gift exchange.” 

“Oh!” Her eyes perked up. “I have something for you and Yoongi!” 

“What about Jin?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow. 

She waved her hand, “I don’t like him very much.” 

This was not surprising to me. Jin always complained about Wendy and her “sour attitude.” I think they were too different. I also thought they had a love triangle going on, but I kept that to myself. It was obvious Wendy liked Yoongi, who did not like her, and Jin liked Wendy. While I was still unconvinced she did not like Jin, I never brought it up. Auntie said getting involved would put me in an uncomfortable situation. I had to agree with her. 

“I forgot,” I said lamely, taking a large sip of wassail. 

“Do you think Yoongi will like it?” 

“Well, what is it?” 

Wendy put her fork down. She was a few years older than me and looked more grown up. She wrote to me recently saying she was wearing a bra now. I was still wearing trainers and kids’ clothes and it made me self-conscious. Wendy was so pretty and well-liked by everyone (save Jin), and I was still just a little girl no one really looked at. Auntie said those things did not matter, that my beauty shined from within, but even I knew that was a lie. Everyone knows it is about how you look and not what you think. Yoongi was stupid for not paying Wendy any attention. 

“A new pot I bought at the shops. He does like cooking, right?” 

“He’s a kitchen witch,” I answered. “So, yes. He’ll appreciate it if nothing else.” 

This seemed to be enough to ease her. Yoongi liked homemade gifts more than things like that, but he would like the sentiment of it. If it was a nice, big pot he could make more food at a time which would be helpful for holidays like Yule. He would get use out of it even if he would have liked something more personal. In the corner of my eye, I saw Jin glaring our way. Wendy had most likely started it. 

I glanced out the window and sighed. The sun had barely set, and it was the right time to begin the party. Putting my plate down, I wondered to the gifts. Auntie, watching me, nodded and began to rally everyone up for the gift exchange. The good mood and bright spirits never left the room. Our cottage was too small for this many people and yet we all loved it. The seasons changed and we all hoped for a bright spring, but with all the love in the room, I knew we would be alright.  

Yoongi gave me apple butter opposed to marmalade. It was my favorite. Jin, as always, took rather than gave, but made Yoongi and I hand switched sweaters. I gave my two best friends necklaces. I made Jin’s with dried, pressed flowers and Yoongi’s with healing crystals. Wendy was ecstatic with the anklet, as was the rest of her coven, and put it on immediately.  

Wendy’s present for Yoongi went over as well as I thought it would. He was happy but not over the moon. She had given me a painting she had done of a magindara, a type of merfolk, sitting on a rock. It was my favorite gift of the night. I had gotten others, mostly bath products and things for my alter, which I appreciated. It only took ten minutes and then we were outside getting ready to light the fire. 

Auntie had to excuse herself to shift while we were still inside and flew on Hoji’s shoulder when we went outside. I knew that she was her best friend like Yoongi was mine. The two of us huddled together by the fire and laughed at Wendy and Jin’s bickering across the way. Jin stayed close to his mom. I felt a light tap on my knee and looked over at Yoongi. 

“Are you going to be alright?” He asked. 

I nodded. All of us had gifts, but Birdies were often given one or two specialized gifts by the Goddess. They served a purpose and meant a great deal to us. Auntie was gifted with insane amounts of stamina and defensive magical abilities. She was controlled and precise with every flick of her wrist, and her ability to see spirits was special. Mine were different. While Auntie’s gifts were more about power and the ability to use that power, my own gifts focused on my connection to the forest and spirit realm. I could talk to every animal in the forest no matter what form I was in, and my animal scrying was useful when I needed to figure out where I was. The most important gift Lilith had given me, however, was the power of mediumship. 

Auntie had said it was the rarest gift given, so rare that only one other Birdie in history had ever received it, but even then, it was not as powerful as my own. I was the only one to ever speak to spirits before my ascension. However, I was weak at my age according to Auntie and that was why the spirits were able to possess me. I would black out for hours only to wake up at a random point in the forest. I knew they were attempting to communicate with me somehow, but I did not know how to control my gift.  

That was why Yoongi was worried about me. At night, when the moon was full, was when I was the most suspectable. Auntie would be a good distraction and most spirits would leave me be unless it was important. At least, that was what I had gathered in my own time. It was hard to be certain. 

“You sure?” He pressed, worried. 

“I... don’t know,” I admitted, “It’s hard to say. I think I’m fine.” 

“Let me know if you start feeling funny.” 

The conversation was dropped. Nothing else needed to be said. Taejin gave the same speech he gave every year, and I cheered in all the right places. I did not like the bonfire. The flames scared me. The group around me screamed in excitement and the large pile of wood was up in flames. My hands shook. I was like I had seen something like this before. 

“Y/N,” A voice whispered into the wind.  

I shook my head. Not now, please, I begged. I wanted to enjoy the fire with my friends and family.  

“Can this wait until later?” I thought back, hoping it would work. 

I got no response, but I took the silence as confirmation. I sighed in relief, and grinned at Yoongi. He laughed nervously but still offered his hand. We began to sing songs and the rest of the group joined in. 

“Hark!” We shouted. “Hear the children sing!” 

Yoongi spun me around and I spun into the waiting arms of Jin. We jumped in a circle singing along with the rest of the dancing group.  

“He is here this Yuletide time! A-dancing in the home-fire flames!” 

I looked up as I spun and smiled brightly at Auntie. She flew in a circle over everyone, her joy palpable. She sang along happily, her voice clear over everyone else’s. I was in Taejin’s arms now and we continued the dance. 

“Glory to the Holly King!” 

We danced for what seemed like hours. The singing and laughter echoing through the forest, and I knew some of my friends were watching. Patteo was probably in the highest part of a tree belly laughing. He was one of my closest bird friends and I cared for him deeply. I was excited for the day we could fly through the night together.  

“Aye, Snatcher!” Cordelia yelled, waving a large mug in the air.  

That was her favorite nickname for me. After I stole a few shiny stones from her garden, Cordelia rung me up by my neck and wrote to my Auntie letting her know what I had done. I do not think Aldara had ever been angrier with me before or sense. I was not allowed to leave home for a week and had to write the sea witch a long apology letter.  

“Yes, Miss?” 

“Can you go inside and make more wassail? We’re fresh out.” 

Of course, we are. That was another reason Yoongi disliked Yule. We never got more than a glass or two before Cordelia and her coven drank us out of a house and home. Beside her, I saw Yoona roll her eyes. No one really liked that part. Hoji offered to do it herself, but I quickly dismissed her. I was the only person who knew Auntie’s recipe. 

Dusting myself off, I went into the kitchen and began to gather apples and oranges. I was lucky Auntie had made a very large batch of cider this morning, but I would still need to add more apples to give it the flavor it needed. Wassail was like mulled cider but very different from apple cider. Wassail was heated with spices while cider was served cold. Birdies had been making it for over a century now and it was the best recipe. 

Going over to the cauldron, I used magic to light the firewood and poured in the rest of the cider we had. Leaving it to simmer, I cut a few apples and juiced two oranges before adding them to the cider. Hoji had left out the cinnamon and star anise out along with the other spices I needed, so it was easy to add everything in. The only thing missing now was the rum. 

Auntie tried to limit how much I drank of the wassail but overall, never cared about the alcohol. It had to cook out for a while anyway. I eye-balled it and felt satisfied. Mine was stronger than Auntie’s but no one ever complained.  

I felt it then, a creep up my spine that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. While I did not know how to stop a possession, I was aware when a spirit was around. Closing my eyes, I let out a large breath. It was pointless to fight it. I was not strong or smart enough to do that. So, I resigned myself to whatever fate the being behind me had decided. It was upon me before I took another breath. 

“I’m sorry...” A small, gentle voice said. 

I shot up, my vision distorted. The Earth around me was silent aside from a massive, piercing ringing. A large, harsh shiver ran through my body, and I struggled to pull myself off the ground. In my blurred state, I could make out shadows around me, but nothing stood still long enough to make it out. I could smell smoke and fire nearby and fresh iron. Blood was nearby. My head pounded and I yelled, clutching it and curling into myself.  

“What is it?” I faintly made out, the voice far away. 

“A girl, obviously,” Another distorted voice said. 

The ringing began to subside, but I was unable to remove my hands from my head. The searing pain made it impossible to focus on anything else. I knew people were touching me, their hands poking and prodding at my body, but I had no energy to fight them off.  

“Call mama,” The first voice said. 

“No way,” Said the other, “She’d tell Chief Ahn, and he’s mean to outsiders.” 

“Then who do we call? She needs help.” 

I whimpered, the intensity of the pain rising. I had no idea where I was or what I had done to end up out here, and I was afraid. I could only hope I was still in Bangtan. Auntie could never find me if I had left the forest. The thought only served to scare me more.  

“Oh! We can get my big brother!” 

“Namjoon would tell Chief Ahn, Nayeon.” The second voice said. 

I could tell they were kids and much younger than me. The second one was older and from what I could tell, a boy. The first voice, Nayeon, was a girl. Shivers raked through my body and my teeth began to chatter. The smell of blood grew stronger. It was fresh. 

“What about your brother, oppa?” Nayeon asked. 

The boy gasped, “Hyung!” 

I heard shuffling, someone’s little feet pattering, and them running off. My eyes grew heavy, and it was difficult to stay awake. I needed to figure out where I was, but everything hurt too much. I dozed off for a second, jolted back up, only for my eyelids to fall closed again. 

“Don’t worry, miss,” Nayeon said, her hand grabbing hold of my little finger. “Oppa is getting help.” 

I woke with a start. The freezing cold of the forest floor was startling. I could hear something breathing close by, the exhale a low, throaty growl, and my head throbbed. Frazzled, I shot up and groaned. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I laid myself back down. Wherever I was, I was not going to get far like this. Scared and alone I began to cry.  

I thought of my auntie, her bright, dimpled smile, and orange turtleneck. She always wore blue if she could help it, but she liked to be festive when she got the chance to be. We had made matching tops this year and the thought made me cry harder. The flowy, pumpkin colored shirt was probably soiled in dirt and grime by now.  

Something wet poked my hand. 

I peeked and saw a large, silver wolf sitting in front of me. Its eyes were dark, contemplative, and far too coherent to be an actual wolf. Besides, this one was too big to be a natural wolf. I stared up at it, my heart racing, and waited for it to make a move. When they simply stared back, I closed my eyes and continued to weep. 

Not like it mattered anyway. 

The wolf was probably from Foxglove Village. It was home to many different shifters at one time, and auntie was sure the original shifters had been foxes, but eventually everyone had left except the wolves. Now, they were on their way to becoming the strongest wolf pack on this side of Lustra, but I did not know how or why that was possible. Auntie always said something about pack politics, but again, I always nodded even if it did not make sense. 

Another wet poke to my hand. 

This time when I opened my eyes, the wolf was laying in front of me with its nose resting on the side of my hand. Their eyes scanned my face repeatedly, and so I gave them the same treatment and raked over every feature they had. Sadly, other than its unusually long, fluffy fur that stuck up in every direction, and size, they simply looked like a wolf. I was afraid the same could not be said for me. Instinctually, I flinched away from the wolf and cried out a song for help. My low, throaty squawks echoed off into the night as tears ran down my cheeks. A large gust of wind blew past me, and I jerked violently at the assault. 

The wolf was at my side quickly and wrapped itself around my body to shield me from the wind. Thankful, I reached out and patted its head. The wolf seemed to enjoy the attention and curled closer to my small frame. It was much warmer now. 

“Thank you,” I finally said, my voice small. 

The wolf pressed its nose against my head. 

“My name’s-” I paused for a moment. “I’m Birdie.” 

It felt odd to call myself that. While I was next in line for the title, Auntie Aldara was still the true birdie. Only recently had my animal started calling out to me, and my gifts were wild and unmanageable at times. I was not a Birdie yet, but I could not walk around telling everybody my name. The forest heard too much, and nothing could be kept secret forever. Auntie said so. 

The wolf nodded. 

“Can you turn into a person?” 

They nodded again. 

“Well,” I whispered, “Could you do that now?” 

The wolf shook its head. 

I whimpered, “Please? I really want to go home.” 

The wolf ignored me and placed its head back down. I scoffed in astonishment. While it was nice of them to come to me in the first place, it was way too childish to flat out refuse to take me home. We were unable to communicate like this and it would complicate things. Even if I could talk to every other animal in this forest, wolves and things like them were different. The Goddess had made them so. 

“Fine,” I barked, dragging myself up from the ground. “I’ll find my own way back!” 

The wolf sat up, its fur bouncing and flowing. I turned on my heel and began marching through the trees. I knew I would find my way eventually. Auntie would fly around the entire forest once she noticed I was gone, and no one would leave me stranded out here all by myself. My friends would find me. Yoongi would find me. 

The wolf was walking beside me, its own steps only half what they could be in order to stay by my side. Annoyed, I huffed and crossed my arms before increasing my pace. The wolf kept up easily and this only upset me even more. It rubbed its nose on my shoulder, but I simply shrugged it off and kept walking.  

Suddenly, the wolf stopped walking. I paused for a moment and began to look around to no avail. The wolf had seemingly vanished. A large gust of wind blew by, and I whimpered. I pulled my arms closer to my body and shivered. While I was unimpressed by the wolf’s rudeness, I was more afraid of being alone out here. I stepped on a stick and jumped. The noise made me shout. 

“Wolf,” I called out, “Wolf!” 

The wind around me began to howl and I started to spin around hoping to see the silver wolf hiding behind a tree. Instead, in the soft moonlight I noticed a ring of mushrooms a few feet away. Heart sinking, I quickly looked down at my feet and almost cried in relief. No fairy circles. Knowing I needed to proceed with as much caution as possible, I moved slowly hoping the wolf was close enough to hear me but doubting it. 

“Wolf,” I whispered knowing it could hear me just fine if it was close. “We need to be very careful; we’re close to fae.” 

“Yeah, I know.” A voice replied. 

Whipping around, I stumbled over my feet and barely caught myself on a tree beside me. A hand steadied me. Looking up, I was stunned to see a boy around my age looking back at me. 

His eyes were cat-like, sharp and angled, and almost glowed in the dark. He was tall, much taller than I was, and his skin was smooth and perfect. Not a single zit or freckle in sight. Lucky, I thought, and thought about the large, painfully obvious red dot on my forehead. The wind blew again, and the boy’s hair twirled around him, the shoulder-length silver strands glistening in the light. That was when I realized who he was and smiled. 

I launched myself into his arms, my smile wide and a new wave of tears filling my eyes. 

“Wolf!” I shouted in relief. “You came back!” 

The boy did not hug me back. 

“That’s not my name,” He grunted, using my shoulders to shove me back. 

I twisted my thumbs together, “Well, what is your name?” 

“Park Jimin.” 

I twisted over the name and struggled to remember who he could be. Auntie always talked about the pack, but I hardly ever listened unless it was about how they came to be. The politics and family dynamics were boring and frankly- dumb. Standing before a member now, however, only made me feel ignorant. Of course, they were important, and I would be serving them in a few years. I would have to ask Auntie to give me a lesson when I got back home. 

“Is that important?” I ducked my head and hoped he would not be offended by my question. I wanted to kick myself for being so clueless. 

“Not really,” He smirked. “So, why are you out here?” 

“Oh!”  

I remembered the smell of wassail and the cold air around me. I knew I had been possessed but could not remember when or how I ended up out here. The voices of the children of before came back to me and I felt afraid again. Something bad was going to happen, what I did not know, but the certainty of it shook me. I heard the faintest voice on the wind but could not make out what it had said.  

“I...” I trailed off, still hoping I could come up with something. The spirit had shown me something. I knew it, but what? Glowing red eyes clouded my vision, and I felt my lip trembling. 

“No,” Jimin rushed to my side. “Please don’t cry again.” 

“I want to go home,” I wailed, the need to be around my Auntie strong. 

Jimin was silent as I cried. I thought about the red eyes and wept. Whatever it was- whoever it was- was the scariest thing I had ever seen. It was bad, so bad, and I did not know why anyone would show it to me. I wanted my Auntie. 

“You’re the Birdie, right?” He suddenly said. 

I was momentarily distracted. Looking at him, my eyebrows knitted, and I knew I had the same face Auntie always yelled at me for pulling on. Was he stupid or something? Obviously, I was not the Birdie.  

“No,” I replied. 

“But you said you were.” He said. 

“Well, that’s my name- almost, anyway.” I sniffled. 

“What?” 

I giggled. It was rather confusing when you put it that way. I had told him my name was Birdie, but it was more a force of habit than anything. I knew we were in no place to be talking true names or what that meant for me, but I thought the look on his face was funny. Smiling a small smile, I wiped my cheeks. 

“It’s complicated. Let’s just say, I’m next in line.” 

Jimin nodded but I could tell he was just as clueless as he had been before. My bad mood was gone, though my fear remained, and I was focused on finding my way back home. I knew these woods like nobody else, save a few wolves from Foxglove and the animals, so I was confident I could find my way if I knew where I was. 

I started walking, Jimin following behind me, and tried to sniff the air in hopes it could tell me where I was not. I knew for a fact that I was nowhere near the swamps or the shore. In fact, there was no water near me at all. No sea salt or mud. Just clean, fresh winter air. Thinking more critically, I had to be near Foxglove village for any children to come across me. The journey home was not hard, not even in the dark, but it was a long walk.  

“We’re west, if you were wondering,” Jimin said. 

That was useful information to have. The west side of the village was the closest to Morla’s cave near the Pixie Coves. While I enjoyed the pixies that lived there, I was in no mood for their games tonight. Even more for Jimin’s sake. Bringing a cute boy there was like pouring blood in a shark tank. We would never leave.  

Mulling over my options, I knew East was impossible. Far too many Fae and fairies. If either one of us got caught, we would be royally screwed. However, south would take us all night and into the next day to make it back to the clearing. Looking ahead, I knew the only true option was going north through the trees and thickets. We would be lucky to have an inch of our bodies saved from scratches. That was no good either, especially if it could get Jimin into trouble. I knew young wolves had curfews.  

“You’re thinking very hard about this,” Jimin spoke up again. 

“Yes, well,” I looked back at him, “I know these woods well enough, and I can’t have either one of us getting hurt.” 

“We could go further west and around. It’s harmless.” He replied. 

“Ha! As if. Those pixies would never let you leave.” 

Jimin hummed, “And east?” 

I explained to him why we had no other options but to go north. While he did not seem convinced that I knew what I was doing, he followed without complaint. I did not need to prove myself to anyone, especially someone like him. He was probably going to be another beta in their little army-thing that I would never hear about again. Still, I sent a silent prayer to Lilith and hoped he would have a happy, prosperous life for all the help he gave me.  

I felt the first thorn before I saw it and cried out in pain. I hated these stupid things. Jimin asked if I was alright, and I chose to ignore him. I could hardly see a thing out here and cursed under my breath. I did not like using my magic at the best of times, I would rather find stuff and make it with my hands, but I had no choice. Taking a deep breath, I began to sing.  

With the last line of the incantation over, a small jumping flame hopped in my palm. Its energy was contagious and lively, and it boosted my spirits. Magic had a way of reflecting its owner. Auntie’s creations never danced or twirled like mine, and I noticed that Yoongi’s were quiet and shy like he was. I chuckled and cooed at the flame. It did a backflip. 

“Woah,” Jimin whispered in awe.  

I grinned at him and placed my flame on display for him to see. I had always been proud of my magic, despite not using it very often, and it returned the same level of happiness back to me.  I lifted my hand up and the flame grew bigger and brighter, illuminating the forest around us. I saw a small pocket where the thick, dark green thickets did not touch and smiled.  

Grabbing hold of Jimin’s hand, I squeezed us through the small clearing and continued the path north. After a few minutes, I could begin to hear the forest returning. Insects chirped, birds called, and the remaining animals scurried out to hide before predators came. I laughed at the thought. Jimin, even as a young boy, would send every animal in our area running. The thought gave me pause. 

“Jimin?” I spoke, looking back at him again. 

“Yes?” He replied. 

“Do you ever get lonely in the forest?” 

“No, actually. Why?” 

“I just thought,” I looked back at the lit path. “Well, it must be sad to hear the forest run away from you.” 

Jimin did not speak for a long time. I focused on guiding the two of us safely. The thickets were long and treacherous, both of us getting cut and stabbed numerous times, but we still marched on. 

I was surprised that he went as far as he had. I knew that wolves were protectors and spent their lives learning about keeping the forest safe, but Jimin was just a kid. A kid with no ties or obligations to me. Auntie was the Birdie, and if I was harmed Lilith would send her another, so my very existence did not matter. And yet, he still walked behind me the entire time. He never turned away for a second. I realized that he was brave. 

“Birdie,” Jimin said, and for the first time tonight was right beside me. 

“Jimin,” I giggled, a sly grin on my face. 

He scoffed, “I was going to ask a dumb question. Nevermind.” 

“No, go on,” I looked over at him. His hair was beautiful when the moon hit it directly. Really, he was just good looking. “I don’t believe in dumb questions.” 

He grinned, “Fine then. What kind of bird are you?” 

When I did not immediately reply, Jimin laughed and scratched the back of his neck. I was shocked by how embarrassed he looked. It was a perfectly normal question and yet here he was. I laughed in disbelief before answering. 

“I’m a raven.” 

“Can you shift?” He asked, the most emotion I had seen from him all night colored his voice. 

I shook my head. 

“Not yet,” I closed my palm and shot the flame to my other hand. I needed to give my fingers a rest. The flame danced happily across my fingertips. “We don’t shift until the old Birdie passes on.” 

“Interesting,” Jimin nodded. “Wolves always shift but our wolves don’t really make themselves known until our ceremony.” 

I nodded as if I knew what he meant by that. The idea of my bird being a separate but same entity in my body confused me. We were one, but I assumed he meant what kind of wolf he would be. Glancing at him now, I felt bad about calling him a beta. He was so obviously going to be an alpha it was practically written across his forehead. Anyone who disagreed with me was wrong.  

“Do you have an idea about the kind of wolf you are?” I prodded, hoping to gauge who he could possibly be. 

Auntie talked highly of the wolves and the families she worked with. I knew the Jung family as well as the east Kim’s, they picked up items for the pack often and were always kind. I never spoke to them, a simple greeting at most, but I knew Auntie liked them. Aside from Jimin, I had never interacted with a wolf for this long. I snuck another glance at him. A big, beautiful silver wolf had to mean something to the pack. 

“Probably a beta,” My eye twitched at the response. He was wrong. “My family has never had an alpha or male omega before. I doubt that would change.” 

Pursing my lips, I knew he was most likely right. Still, I knew he was an alpha at heart. I could not place my finger on it, a concept so foreign to me suddenly felt as easy as breathing, and I just knew Park Jimin was destined to be greater than he thought he would be. Then everyone thought he would be. Feeling protective over my new friend, I once again asked Lilith to guard and keep watch over him. I asked her to show the world how brave he was. 

“It looks like we’re getting close,” I said. 

I recognized symbols on the tree ahead of me. We were right in Seokjin’s backyard. The walk would take no more than fifteen minutes now. I looked at Jimin and found him already looking at me. I smiled gently back at him.  

“Birdie,” He called.  

I paused and turned back around.  

“I don’t think I can go any further.” 

I cocked my head, “Why not?” 

“Chief Ahn said-” 

Jimin took a few seconds stumbling over his words about the rules their Chief had made for them. Apparently, he truly believed he was not allowed to get close to the witches. So much so that even with me asking him to follow, one of the land owners beyond their city wall, he refused to take another step. Growing increasing frustrated with this Chief Ahn and his blatant control issues, I cut off my new friend.

“Chief Ahn doesn’t run these woods,” I shot back, hand on my hip. “Now, hurry up so we can make sure my auntie hasn’t died of a heart attack.” 

Jimin did not put up a fight after that. He almost looked amused by my defiance. Auntie would give me an ear-full later, but I would accept that as a fair trade off. I liked Jimin, I enjoyed his company, and I wanted us to finish our journey together. I wanted to show off our beautiful yule log and dance around the fire with him.  

We came to the clearing sooner than I had expected. Everyone was still laughing and partying around the fire. Yoongi, Seokjin, and Wendy were nowhere to be seen but I saw three figures chasing one another in the field behind my house. I was startled no one had noticed my disappearance. I looked at the moon and knew it had been hours since I had disappeared and yet everyone was having a great time.  

“Only Aldara,” The wind whispered. 

The spirit had done something with their minds or Auntie was covering for me. Either way, Auntie knew I was missing. I hoped the spirits had eased her worries in some way, or perhaps Lilith had let her know that I was safe and to not alarm anyone. Even still, I knew I had to get back to her as soon as possible.  

“That looks like fun,” Jimin whispered in my ear. 

“Oh,” I was not used to being so close with people I did not know. “Yeah, it is. I love Yuletide.” 

“We celebrate it at our house, too,” He smiled. “We burn our log in our fireplace. It’s not as cool as this.” 

I laughed, “It sounds nice. I thought your people celebrated Christmas.” 

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes.  

“We don’t. The few humans that do don’t speak for the rest of us.” 

I hummed. That made more sense now. Jimin and I sat in silence and watched the fire blaze on. He would have to leave soon if he wanted to make it back before sunrise. I hoped he would not get into too much trouble.  

“Tell the two kids that found me that I’m thankful.” 

“I will,” Jimin said. 

I heard Auntie say my name from behind me. The large, white owl stared at me, and I ran to her. Engulfing her in my arms felt warm and cozy and I knew I was back home now. She hushed and shushed me, and it was not until I finally let her go that I realized I was crying. 

“Let him know I appreciate him,” Auntie said, perching on my outstretched arm and rubbing her cheek against my head. “I’m so happy you’re safe.” 

I told Jimin what she had said, and he bowed deeply in return. That was a big deal for wolves. Auntie seemed happy with his response and bowed gently back. Jimin rubbed his neck shyly and I was hit with another wave of sadness about his departure. I wanted him to stay. 

“He needs to get home, Rae.” 

I nodded. Auntie nuzzled me one last time before flying back to the fire. Heji exclaimed happily and I smiled. I loved everything about Yule. I wished we could do this every day for the rest of our lives. I knew that was impossible, and that one day Auntie would be a forest spirit like the rest of them, but I was glad to have another 4 years together. 4 years before we had to say goodbye. 

“Thank you for helping me,” I said. 

Jimin smiled sheepishly, “Anytime, Birdie.” 

I chuckled sadly. I wish I could tell him my name. I shook my head and blew out the flame that danced around my head. I knew the best way to repay him for his deed. Rolling up my sleeves, I rubbed my hands together to psych myself up for the challenging spell I was about to attempt.

“This is going to feel a bit weird,” I started, “But it’ll get you home in a flash.” 

“Are you going to use magic again?” Jimin asked, the same awestruck look on his face as before. 

“Stand completely still,” I instructed. 

I began to sing the incantation while picturing the spot I had been laying in. I thought about the trees and grass. The way the air smelled and how cold it had been. The direction it was facing and how far it was from the fairy circle. All of it combined into one perfect picture of the forest floor and a large, muddy circle where my body had once been. Feeling confident about my image, I began to draw the shape of a door with my fingertips and pushed it open with my hands. 

Jimin’s mouth hung agape, and his eyes were wide with wonder. Strange to think this was the first time he had ever seen true magic. I used my head to gesture for him to go. Thankfully, he sprang into action quickly. 

“Happy Yuletide!” He called out before walking through the door.  

Unable to reply, I dropped my hands and finished the spell. The portal was gone within seconds. Up ahead, I could still hear the shouting and laughing going on. Taejin was singing songs with Yoona. Heji was laughing hysterically at something Auntie had said. Wendy and Seokjin were bickering. I smiled, my heart full and content, before stepping out from the tree line and into the clearing.  

Jin ran past me laughing loudly. Wendy was not far behind shouting obscenities and waving her arms angrily. She saw me, throwing her arms up, and stopping her pursuit. 

“Tell this brainless, nitwit,” She shot daggers at my friend, “to give me back my sandals.” 

“Finder's keepers,” Jin childishly replied. “You know the rules, Wen.” 

“I’ll show you ‘the rules’,” She growled and ran at him again. 

Jin easily dodged her before shooting off like a rocket again. Wendy screamed for him to stop before Krampus came and took him away. He responded in kind with a yule cat threat. 

“Are you alright?” 

I looked over at Yoongi. He was passive, face not giving anything away, and I appreciated that. I had been fine, truly fine, and had even made a new friend along the way. Still, the vision of those red eyes frightened me. Refusing to think about them anymore, I blinked a few times and focused on the way Jimin’s hair shined. 

“I’m okay, just a little confused,” I admitted. “Did anyone notice I had stepped out?”

He nodded, “Aldara told them you were visiting some animals. I didn’t buy it for a second.”

““Definitely wasn’t Patto.”

Yoongi hummed, “What team are you on?” 

I grinned, “I’ll be team Wendy, so she has a fighting chance to get those shoes back.” 

Yoongi snickered. I looked down at my friend and felt a wave of calm crash into me. No matter what happened or what those red eyes meant, Min Yoongi would be around for it all.

“I’ll be as useless as possible just to make it extra easy.” 

I pat Yoongi’s head, he was much shorter than me even at our age, before sprinting off after Seokjin. Yoongi was on my tail, a loud yell leaving his lungs before tackling me to the ground. I shook him off easily and spit out the long, messy midnight locks of his hair that stuck in my mouth.

“Wendy!” I called out. “I’m on your team! Yoongi’s a traitor!” 

“That scurvy dog!” She replied, getting outsmarted by Jin’s athleticism again. 

“Enough with the pirate talk, Ningyo,” Jin retorted. 

“You can’t even spell that!” 

With the cold wind blowing through my hair and the smell of pine all around me, I ran. I knew everything would be okay, even with the red eyes looming over me. Pointing my face up at the sky, I laughed in wonder as I saw snowflakes begin to fall. I opened my mouth and let the flakes fall on my waiting tongue. I hoped Lilith had heard me. I hoped that Jimin had made it back home safely and quietly. 

“Happy Solstice, Jimin,” I whispered into the night sky. 

“Birdie, get him!” Wendy shouted. 

I managed to grab hold of Jin and take him to the ground, both of us laughing and smiling together. Wendy took her shoes back and wacked him a few times before collapsing beside him. Yoongi made himself comfortable next to me. The four of us laughed and began watching the snowfall. Only eleven days left until the New Year.

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Master List

Sixteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: getting closer with the pack means you'll have to learn to live with Kim Namjoon.

Warnings: drinking, breaking things, yknow namjoon stuff.

WC: 7.6K

After both your heats, you and Hoseok were nearly inseparable. When you were home, you followed him around like a little puppy, and he absolutely adored it. He appreciated how well you had taken care of his home and everyone in it while he was off his feet. When he told you as much, you assured him that it was your pleasure, and you would gladly do any chores he needed from you. 

But your housework wasn't the only thing Hoseok had come to love.

You had become his new favorite cuddle buddy, much to your tiny pack's annoyance. Any time he could get his arms around you, he'd have you settled right against him with a proud smile on his face. And you certainly weren't complaining. You'd never known that omegas' cuddles were the best. Soft and warm and sweet smelling. Being held by Hobi was bliss. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you felt a bit of jealousy every time you scented Jin's sweet, nutty smell on Hoseok's skin, knowing that he had gotten to hold your omega all night long.

It wasn't until you came home from work one afternoon a few weeks after your heat and Hobi pulled you onto the couch, insisting you take a nap, that you realized something was different. You could still smell the light fragrance of Hoseok's body wash, so you knew he'd showered a few hours ago. But he smelled like praline pecans. Nutty like Seokjin, and different from Hoseok normal brown sugar. A new blend of the two.

"I'm going to stop working," you said suddenly.

He pulled back so he could look down at your face. "That would be great, but why so sudden?"

You shrugged and nestled back into his chest. "I just want to help you here more. It seems kind of silly to be cleaning for other people when I should be here cleaning with you."

He couldn't argue with that. Yoongi had told him about how you had called their house your home after your last heat, and it made his heart soar. He certainly wasn't going to deny you the domestic bliss he had always wanted to share.

"I like the sound of that," he murmured into your hair. "I would love to keep you here."

You were anxious to tell Yoongi about your decision, but when he got home he looked stressed and dejected. His shoulders hunched in a way you hadn't ever seen before. Seeing him look so weary made your heart ache. You approached him quietly as he took off his shoes in the entryway. 

When you took his hand, one look into your sympathetic doe eyes was all it took to bring a genuine, lighthearted smile to his face. Somehow, one look from you and your tiny hands around his large one manifested energy from thin air. He pulled you closer and cradled you against his chest. Silent, except for a soft happy rumble in his chest, he held you like that for several minutes, but you wouldn't move for all the world, content to gently sway in his arms. 

"Was it a bad day?" You asked softly. He hummed. "Come sit down, and I'll get you something to eat," you told him as you pulled away, ready to take his hand and guide him down the hall to the kitchen. But he pulled you back, unready to allow so much space between you. He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him.

"In a minute," he mumbled into your neck, where he took deep breaths of your scent, allowing it to fill his lungs and soothe his nerves.

You complied and let him carry you to the couch as if you were no more than a child. Even if he was tired, holding you was nothing, not compared to the benefits. 

"What happened?" you pressed gently after a moment.

"Nothing, really." He didn't need to burden you with the DOA he'd had today. Car crashes could cause such carnage, and he didn't need you to think of that. "I asked my supervisor if I could switch to a permanent day shift, but he denied me," he said after a moment of toying with your hair between his fingers.

"Oh. Why did you want to change?" 

"I was hoping it would allow me to spend more time with you," he admitted. "I hate that I'm not able to see you. One of us is always working."

"Oh." A smile tugged at your lips and you cleared your throat. "Well, actually, I was thinking…" He lifted your chin gently with his fingers to see your eyes and waited for you to go on. "I want to quit my job. I-if that's okay."

"Really?" He asked excitedly as he pushed you away to look at your face better. 

"Yeah, if it's not a problem," you answered quietly. 

Yoongi pulled your hips tighter against him. "Of course it's not a problem! I was never going to tell you to quit, but I was always hoping you would. But why now? Did something happen at work?" His expression turned serious in an instant. 

You shook your head. "No. Work is fine. I just feel like it's time to help Hobi out. And I can take care of you and Jimin. You're my pack after all."

"We don't expect you to cook and clean for us, princess," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Even though he meant it, he felt his heart flutter knowing you might want to.

"But it's my job."

"It isn't. That's not why we want you here. It's not why we're keeping you around. It never will be." His tone was serious. His eyes looked intently into yours. Heat flushed all over your body, and you tried to backtrack. 

"I know that, Yoongi. I actually wasn't thinking that way, which is kind of funny because normally I would. This isn't a-take-care-of-alpha-before-he-throws-you-out thing. I just care about you and I think about taking care of you a lot. Want to know if you're eating well and sleeping well."

Yoongi's smile returned, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your cheek. "Good. That makes me more happy than you'll ever know."

"Aish. I'm not really doing it for you," you teased. "I want to stay home and help Hobi."

"Ah, yes, you're new BFF," he teased back. "That's fine. I'm sure he'll be happy."

You nodded. "I'll put my two weeks notice in tomorrow."

"Why bother? Just quit. You're never gonna need another job again." He grasped the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

"Aren't you gonna eat something?" You asked hazily, a long moment later. 

"Yeah," he grinned. "I'll eat you,"

"No!" You screamed amid your giggles as he playfully tried to bite your neck, tickling your sides at the same time. When you were gasping for breath, he scooped you up in his arms again and carried you into the kitchen. He set you down to sit on top of the kitchen counter.

"I'll fix something for you," you told him as he walked toward the refrigerator. 

"You stay," he ordered as he looked inside. "Did you cook this?" he asked, showing you a container of the leftovers from the evening's dinner. You nodded. "Then your work here is done," he said before placing the meal in the microwave. 

"I heard the sound of a happy pup," Jimin said as he entered the kitchen. You blushed when he stood beside you. He had been sitting in the pack's nest with Namjoon and Jungkook when they heard your screams and laughter. He wasn't the only one curious, but he was the only one who ventured out to see what was going on. 

Yoongi beamed. "Y/N has decided to quit her job and stay home."

"Oh, good thing you made that choice before Taehyung started courting you," Jimin responded slyly.

"What do you mean? Court me?" You stared at him in confusion.

Yoongi nodded. "It's true. He asked me for my blessing already. I told him I don't mind. He said he's going to take it slow, not jump into anything. But now you'll have plenty of time to get to know each other." Yoongi wriggled his eyebrows. 

Your voice caught in the back of your throat. Too many feelings swirled deep in your stomach, and you couldn't parse them out. "You don't mind?" you finally asked.

Yoongi gave you a soft smile and lifted your face to meet his eyes. "As much as I love our little pack, I've always known it wouldn't always be the three of us. I mean, I hoped. There's no rush, but I think some day it will probably be all eight of us. And that will be great, too."

You tried not to think about that possibility too often. It made your head spin. Seven packmates. Four alphas. You weren't sure you could handle it. "But I only want you to be my alpha. If Jin–" you cut yourself off abruptly. 

"If Jin what, princess?"

"If Jin wants to claim me, won't he be my pack alpha? But I only want you to be my pack alpha!" 

Yoongi couldn't bear how childlike you sounded. It made his heart hurt to hear you so anxious and confused. He smoothed a hand over your hair and pulled your head to his shoulder.

"It's okay, baby. Jin will never be your pack alpha. I'll always be your number one. You really think I'd let anyone take my place in your heart?" he cooed.

"What are you so worried for?" Jimin chided. "Who's talking about Jin? It's just Taehyung right now. He's a great alpha. You'll see."

You sniffed and pulled away from Yoongi when the microwave beeped. "Why did you say it was good I'm quitting my job because of him?"

Jimin smirked. "Taehyung could never allow his omega to work outside the home."

"Why not?"

"One, it's too dangerous. It would drive his anxiety crazy. Best to keep omegas safe in the den. Two, it would hurt his pride. He makes more than enough money to support you and Hobi all on his own. And three, Taehyung may have the disposition of a golden retriever, but even the sweetest dogs don't like strange dogs looking at their bones." Jimin grinned deviously. 

You pushed his shoulder. "I'm not a bone!"

"Oh, yeah? Just wait until he starts gnawing on you!" Jimin picked up your arm and pretended to bite it much like Yoongi had before, and again, you thrilled them both with your shrieks and giggles.

While the days got longer and hotter with more sunlight, it seemed that each workday dragged on slower than they ever had before. You were diligently waiting your two weeks, but by the time you were nearly there, you wished you'd taken Yoongi's advice to just quit. You were aching to be at home every minute you were gone, and that was a feeling you had never known before.

When Yoongi brought you home on your next to last day of work, you walked into something you'd never seen at the house before. It was something of a party atmosphere, and they were all celebrating the end of the school year alongside Namjoon. Jin and Jimin had yet to return home, but Jungkook and Namjoon had beers in hand, chatting cheerfully at the kitchen table while Taehyung put out snacks on the counter. You walked carefully past them to wash your hands before you sidled up beside Hoseok where he was forming beef patties between his delicate hands.

"Hamburgers for dinner?" You asked. 

Hoseok smiled down at you and gestured to the side with his head. "You can slice those onions and tomatoes," he told you before you could ask to help. 

When the rest of the pack came home, you all accompanied Hobi outside on the patio while he grilled the burgers. Yoongi anxiously held you back from getting too close to the flames, nervous you might hurt yourself. The afternoon was lovely, and you all decided on eating outside to enjoy the spring weather. You spent most of the time clinging to Yoongi, either in his lap or next to him, holding his hand. He didn't mind in the slightest, nor did he mind the jealous looks he received from Taehyung, who tried to make the both of you jealous by fawning over Jimin. All of them were oblivious to the true reason for your clinginess.

Namjoon tended to stand quietly on the fringes of Seokjin's pack. His status was never in question, and he didn't shy away from sharing his thoughts and feelings, but whenever you were all together, he simply allowed others to take center stage. But tonight was different. Tonight was his celebration for another completed school year, and he felt no need to stay to the side and listen to others. For once, he dominated the majority of the conversation, discussing funny memories from the school year and a few complaints he usually tried to swallow. As the night grew longer and he drank more, his voice boomed louder across the large backyard and you pressed yourself closer to Yoongi.

When it got dark and the air turned chilly, everyone moved back into the kitchen. You were exhausted, but decided to help clean up before you tried to excuse yourself to go to bed. Everyone was having a good time, all of them drinking a little even though you didn't, and you didn't want to bring the mood down, but you were growing tired. When you finished washing the dishes you went to stand by Yoongi, who was laughing heartily to the story that Namjoon was telling. You could wait a few more minutes, but you didn't really want to go to bed alone, and you didn't want to miss out, listening to all their laughter from your room while you sat alone. As Namjoon continued his story, he gestured wildly with his hands. The condensation on the beer bottle made it slick, and the brown glass suddenly flew out of his hand, whizzing past your head in a blur. You were hiding under the counter by the time the glass hit the wall, shattering to pieces and dumping its liquid all over the floor. Shards of class popped around the room as you buried your head in your knees and covered yourself with your arms. A scream built in your throat, but you knew better than to let it out.

Don't scream. Don't scream. It'll only be worse if you scream.

The whole room went silent and motionless for two seconds as they registered what happened. Then at once everything was in motion. Yoongi got out of his chair to check if you were alright, but Taehyung was quicker. He didn't take a moment to ask how you were or assess the damage. He simply gathered you into his arms and lifted you off the ground, careful not to bang your head on the granite countertop. He carried you directly up the stairs and to your room, with Yoongi behind him and Jimin bringing up the rear.

In the kitchen, the remaining two alphas stood, frozen in shock, but Hoseok didn't waste any time putting on shoes and grabbing the broom.

"Hobi, let me," Namjoon tried to say, reaching for the broom when he finally came out of his stupor. 

The omega pulled away. "I got it. You stay over there until I get this all cleaned up. There's lots of glass."

The flat, subdued tone of his voice hurt Namjoon as much as the way Hobi wouldn't look at him. "It was an accident," he whispered.

"We know that, Joonie," Jungkook assured him with a light smile. "It's not like it's the first time you've broken something around here. It's just…" His eyes drifted toward the stairs. 

"I would never throw something at her," Namjoon defended. 

"I know, babe, I know. But she doesn't. It's natural for her to be scared. Don't take it too personally. She's just skittish," Jungkook tried to convince him. 

Hoseok felt a tug of war within himself. He was usually always the first one to comfort Namjoon when he accidentally broke something or made a mess. But now he really wanted to check on you, to make sure you weren't hurt or scared. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he knew if he ran off with the others it would hurt Namjoon, and he knew that it wasn't really his fault. Namjoon was just clumsy, some might say cursed. He never meant to cause chaos, but he did anyway. You would get used to it, eventually, but right now the omega could understand perfectly why you were afraid Namjoon might hurt you without even intending to. His head swirled with competing worries as he swept up the glass and dumped it into the trash can. 

"Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked as Taehyung set you down at the edge of your nest. He shouldered the younger alpha out of the way to examine you. You were still too stunned to answer, but it didn't really matter; Yoongi was going to look over every available inch of you regardless. He gently tilted your face this way and that to make sure it was unscathed before he moved onto your arms, lifting and twisting each in turn to ensure your skin was unharmed. There was a small cut on your forearm and he frowned. It wasn't even from the incident that had unfolded moments before. It was from work earlier today, and the blood was already dry—you hadn't even felt it at the time.

"Jimin, go get the first aid kit from the bathroom," he instructed, holding your arms carefully. 

Feeling Yoongi's steady hands on you helped to ground you and bring you back to your body, out of your shock and panic. You took in a deep breath and breathed out, "I'm okay."

Jimin shuffled back into the room carrying the first aid kit and handed it to Yoongi. The alpha plucked out an alcohol pad and ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece. 

"It's gonna sting," he whispered, but you didn't react as he swiped it over your skin. "It's dry." You looked down to the very minor wound he was tending to. 

"That was from work. It's fine," you told him, but he didn't seem to hear you. He had already taken a bandage from the kit—neon pink—and gently but firmly pressed it over your cut. "Yoongi?" He looked up into your eyes and you could see his own were full of worry. He shrugged. 

"It makes me feel better."

You cracked a genuine smile and it lifted some of the weight off his chest.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweet little?" Taehyung asked. His hands were still shaking from the course of adrenaline when he thought you were in danger. 

You nodded. "I'm okay. I was just scared. I'm not hurt."

"You shouldn't be scared at home," he replied.

"Come sit with me," you said softly, patting the spot next to you. Your heart ached to see how distressed he was over you. Taehyung lowered his head and came to sit near you, not quite in your nest, but just outside of it. When he got close you realized something the rest of them hadn't. They'd been too worried about you to assess their own well-being. 

"Tae, you're covered in beer."

He had been standing closest to where the bottle had hit the wall and, as a result, had gotten sprayed with the contents as well as some glass. 

"You're bleeding," you added. "Yoongi, your patient is right here."

Your alpha smiled weakly at how brave you were trying to be. He could tell by the way you were still shaking that you weren't as calm as you pretended to be, but he would talk to you about it in a little while when things settled. For now he turned to Taehyung. Without a word, he began to clean the man's wound, and you held his hand while he winced through the burn on the alcohol. You pulled a neon pink bandage from the box beside you and handed it to Yoongi to apply.

"Now we match," you told him, and it brought a bright, boxy smile to Taehyung's face.

"Why are you the one comforting me?" He asked, bumping your shoulder. 

"Why don't you go clean up and get changed? Then maybe you can come cuddle me in the nest?" You offered. "If you want to," you added quickly. 

Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. "Be right back," he said before scurrying out of the room. 

"Yoongi, you need to go downstairs and see if everyone is okay down there," you told him.

He growled softly, mumbling, "They can take care of themselves."

"Alpha," you cooed, reaching out to touch his cheek, "don't be like that." He pouted for a moment, but nodded and gathered the pieces of trash from his work before he took the first aid kit downstairs. 

"What about me?" Jimin stood proudly in front of you, fists in his hips, waiting for his instructions. 

"You come cuddle me until the others come back." He didn't waste a second, shucking off his pants and shirt. You'd gotten used to the fact that Jimin preferred to sleep only in boxers. Who were you to force clothes on him if he slept better without? After your heat, it had ceased to make you the slightest bit uncomfortable. He quickly climbed onto the bed, wrestling you into the nest and underneath his body, where he could get the upper hand on you and make the last of our distressed scent disappear as quickly as it had come.

When Yoongi reached the bottom of the steps, Namjoon turned anxiously to look at him. He was cleaning the last of the beer off the wall, looking rather like a pup with his tail between his legs. This was hardly a rare scenario for him, cleaning up his own mess no matter how Hobi tried to tell him to leave it. It wasn't the first glass he'd broken nor the first drink spilled. Namjoon was a walking disaster. He knew that. It couldn't be helped, and everyone knew that, too. But normally, everyone would stick around to help and cheer him up and comfort him when he made a silly mistake like this. This time, half his pack had disappeared up the stairs with you, and he couldn't help feeling a bit hurt about it. He regretted it. He always did, but he couldn't take it back, and he just couldn't change. He opened his mouth to explain to Yoongi, but nothing came out. 

"Is she hurt?" Hoseok asked from the sink, after Yoongi and Namjoon had stared at each other for several tense seconds. Yoongi's face was a cold mask of stone, revealing nothing but disdain. Namjoon looked utterly crestfallen. 

"She's not hurt. Just scared," Yoongi answered, shaking his head when he finally broke eye contact with Joon. 

"That's a relief," Namjoon sighed, and his face showed his relief was real. 

"Taehyung got cut up a little bit," Yoongi said sharply. It was petty, but he didn't want the younger alpha to feel as if there was no harm done, and he didn't expect Namjoon to care that you'd been shaken up. 

"Is it bad?" Jin asked, looking concerned. 

Yoongi shook his head again. "I patched him up. Y/N invited him into her nest to make him feel better, I think." He paused for a second, thinking about your behavior. "She sent me down here to see if anyone was hurt."

"We're all fine, Yoongi. Come have a seat," Jungkook replied, pulling out the chair beside him. 

"I should go back to her."

"Yoongi." Jin's voice wasn't raised, but it was loud and firm enough to have Yoongi freezing as he turned away. He hugged the first aid kit to his stomach and dropped his chin. "I'm sure Jimin and Tae are taking perfectly good care of her. Come sit for a minute."

Yoongi hated the way it felt like he was in trouble, when he knew he had no reason to be. He hadn't gone and ruined a perfectly nice evening, or spooked his very nervous omega. But he turned and walked slowly to the table to sit anyway. 

"You know it was an accident," Jin said calmly.

"I know," Yoongi answered curtly.

"Just let him apologize." Jin's voice was the slightest bit pleading, as if he were desperate to avoid more conflict between his alphas.

"I really am sorry, Yoongi. I would never–"

"You don't need to apologize to me," Yoongi interjected. "I'm not angry. Maybe if she'd been hurt…but I know you can't control your body. You've never been able to. I get that. But she doesn't know. She's terrified you will hurt her, just by accident. And with you accidents are bound to happen."

"I–" Namjoon began, but the other alpha didn't let him finish. 

"Do you know how it hurts me to see her afraid? After all the horrors in her life, I only want to keep her from feeling afraid. I don't just want her to be safe. I want her to feel safe. And if she can't then we…If she can't feel safe with you…" The look of pure devastation on Yoongi's features hurt Namjoon more than any other thing could have.

"What can I do, Yoongi? Tell me. I'll make it right," he begged.

Yoongi sighed, desperate to keep himself together. "If you and her are going to live in the same house…if you're going to spend the whole summer together, you have to try to be gentler. Please try."

Namjoon reached across the table to lay his hand over Yoongi's where he clutched the kit still.

"I will try. I promise. I'll be more careful," Namjoon assured him. Yoongi merely nodded silently, unsure if that would be enough to settle all your nerves about the pack's largest alpha. As if he could read Yoongi's mind, Jin cleared his throat. 

"I think, maybe, Y/N might feel a little more comfortable with us if she could see that you're comfortable with us," he suggested quietly. Yoongi's eyes flickered to the pack alpha's and then back to his hands. 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Jin sighed, "you're still holding us at arms length. I get maybe you still want to punish us for what we've done. I don't want to tell you how to feel or to get over it. But how could she ever trust us if she knows you don't?"

"She'll come to her own conclusions,"Yoongi mumbled. 

"So you admit that you still don't trust us? You're still angry with me?" Jin sounded frustrated, but Yoongi could hear that really he was just heartbroken. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing that his distance was hurting Jin. He wasn't really angry anymore. He hadn't found the time or energy to be angry. Any spare thought he had went directly to you. Maybe it was unfair, because he knew clearly in this moment that he still carried plenty of love in his heart for Jin and Namjoon. 

"I'm not angry," he answered. "I just don't know what you want me to do. I've stayed. I've brought her here—sometimes against my better judgment—I don't know what I'm meant to do to fix things. They just have to heal in their own time." He shrugged. 

"But how can they when this is the longest conversation we've had in weeks?"

"I don't know, Jin. It's just not my priority right now!" Yoongi snapped. 

"Okay!" Hoseok interjected, coming closer to the men seated at the table for the first time. He'd been hesitant to interfere in the alphas' problems, but he knew both men well enough to see they were on the verge of saying things they didn't mean and would regret later. As soon as he approached, Jungkook's linen scent fluffed through the room, easing away the alphas' tension. "It's all okay. We don't have to solve it all tonight. It's late, and I think we should all just go to bed. Hm?" Hoseok put his hands on Jin's shoulders and gave a squeeze, satisfied when his shoulders relaxed. 

"Yeah, fine," Yoongi answered. He stood quickly, scraping the box along the table before he picked it up and moved toward the stairs. He didn't want more conflict. He wasn't trying to prolong their distance. But it was impossible not to want to keep them away when he wanted so badly to be close to you, and to keep you safe.

Yoongi stopped in the bathroom, relieved to hear the giggles of you, Jimin and Taehyung coming through your door. After tucking the first aid kit back into its spot under the sink, he brushed his teeth. Hoseok met his eyes in the bathroom mirror when he stopped outside your door, but neither said a word before the omega slipped into your room to see for himself that you were unharmed. Yoongi remained quiet when he joined the four of you. Jimin had managed to get you into a pair of pajamas and your hair was an adorable disaster from being rolled around in your nest. You'd settled now between Jimin's legs with your back to his bare chest, your attention on Hoseok until Yoongi walked in, but you only spared him a glance. He wondered if even Jimin could tell how hard you were forcing your smile and your happy scent. Had he noticed that your eyes lacked the shine they usually got when the beta scented you silly?

"Come to bed so these kids can get to sleep," Hoseok said to Taehyung while Yoongi changed into his pajamas. 

Taehyung whined softly. He'd only just been invited into your nest, and he wasn't ready to leave it already.

"Go on, Tae. Joon needs to know you're not upset with him," Yoongi encouraged quietly.

"Maybe I am," Taehyung mumbled. Hoseok reached for his hand and took it into his lap. 

"You know he can't help himself, Tae. Give him a break, okay?"

The alpha grumbled wordlessly, but you nudged him with your foot. 

"Go on, Tae Tae. I will be okay. My alpha is here." Taehyung's low rumble turned into a real growl, but you knew it was playful. 

"Two alphas are better than one."

"Three are better than two!" Hoseok added. He stood from the edge of the bed and tugged on the youngest alpha's hand to come along. Tae allowed himself to be dragged off the bed, but pulled back to give you one kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, sweet little. Sleep tight," he murmured, and then he was gone.

Closing the door, Yoongi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you.

"Goodnight," Jimin said, leaning over you to kiss Yoongi, making sure you got properly squished in the process.

"Goodnight," you whispered with a giggle when you received your own kiss. 

You said nothing to Yoongi as the two of you cuddled together. Your head laid on his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat as the house slowly went silent. You laid there, but didn't close your eyes, and Yoongi watched you without saying a word. You let the minutes stretch on until you'd been there for almost half an hour. 

"How come you aren't sleeping?" you asked softly. 

"You aren't sleeping either," he replied. You shifted slightly without moving away and traced his stomach with your fingertips. 

"It's hard for me to sleep without your snoring." You felt his chest rise and fall with a huff and looked up to see his gummy smile for just a moment. Then he looked down at you seriously.

"You don't have to pretend for me. You don't have to pretend for anyone, but especially not me." You shifted again, but this time he could tell you were putting space between you. 

"I don't know what you mean."

Yoongi grasped your wrist gently before you could move away from him. There wasn't far to go before you would run into Jimin, but he could only bare for you to move as far as it would take for you to look at him eye to eye. He rolled over and scooched down so his gaze was level to yours. 

"You don't need to act as if Namjoon didn't scare you. You're still scared now. I don't think I can convince you that you're safe right now, but you are. I'm right here." 

Your chest tightened at his words. You whispered, "I know," but it didn't stop your eyes from watering. Yoongi gathered you close, pressing you into his chest. 

"I'm so angry."

"It was an–"

"I'm angry with myself. I shouldn't have brought you here." He felt you try to pull away, ready to argue, but he held you tight. "I should have taken you somewhere else. The three of us could have gotten an apartment. Shouldn't have kept you here with such clumsy, stupid alphas." At this point he sounded as though he was talking to himself, mumbling out the thoughts he'd been repeating in his head for the last hour. 

"It's okay, Yoongi. I didn't get hurt," you tried to tell him. 

"But you got scared, and that's just as bad in my eyes." You managed to pull away from him enough to look up at his face and touch his cheek. "You're still shaking. Do you think I can't feel that? Jimin and Tae scented you, but you didn't feel safe enough to let yourself get all dopey. Do you even realize? I can't stand this, and I hate that you're pretending just so we don't feel bad."

"Yoongi," you frowned and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm not pretending because of that. I'm trying to be brave because I want to stay. Namjoon terrifies me, but I like it here. I like living with Hobi and Tae…and you and Jimin here. I'm still scared, but not enough to leave. So let me pretend, okay?" Yoongi sighed, a sign he wasn't accepting this yet. "I may not feel completely safe, but I feel happy. I'm like a stray dog. I may never feel safe, not completely. I might always be a little jumpy. But that doesn't mean I don't love my new home, or that it's not a good home."

Yoongi laughed almost silently and buried his head in your neck. "Don't call yourself a stray dog."

"That's what I am," you replied, combing your fingers through his hair. "I came up to you with big puppy eyes and asked you to stay."

"That's definitely not how it happened," he mumbled. But when he pulled you closer and inhaled your scent, you couldn't help smiling. 

"I won't let anything happen to you," he breathed as he relaxed against the nest at last. 

"I know," you replied. "So I think we can sleep now."

"Go ahead. I'll watch over you."

Your last shift ended fairly well. The library staff even brought donuts to wish you well. A couple of them who were betas even confessed that they were glad to hear you had settled in with a pack and would be staying home, because they often worried about you. You waited outside the library at your usual spot, pacing and checking your phone as minutes ticked by and terrible thoughts began to creep in.

What if they got into some kind of accident?

What if they dont want you, after all?

Just as you began to spiral into your worst thoughts, a familiar vehicle pulled up abruptly in front of you. Although you'd never ridden inside of it, you could still recognize Namjoon's blue volvo without looking at him, which you only did for the briefest of glances, just to be sure it was really him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, sounding out of breath as if he'd run instead of driven here. 

I wasn't waiting for you, is what you wanted to say, but you merely stood still and stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Um," he began awkwardly as he got out of the car without killing the engine and walked toward you until he was only a couple yards away. He scratched nervously behind his ear as he tried to start again. "I know you were expecting Taehyung, but he cut his foot on a piece of glass that wasn't cleaned up from last night, and Hobi took him to the emergency room about twenty minutes ago. Didn't they text you?"

You shook your head, remaining silent.

"Yeah…so I was the only other person home so…here I am." He looked anxiously at the car, like he wished you'd just get in and save him the embarrassment of standing here in front of you. "I promise, I'm a good driver. And we don't have to talk or anything, if you don't want to."

You stared at him for a moment longer before your tongue unglued itself from the roof of your mouth.

"Does Yoongi know about this?" 

Namjoons throat felt like sandpaper, and he seemed to shrink an inch. He shook his head. "I tried to call him but he didn't answer. He must be busy." 

You hadn't moved an inch since he arrived, and he couldn't help wondering if he was really that terrifying.

"I promise, Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you." The idea that you ever thought he would hurt him in a way he couldn't account for. He knew he wouldn't, but the idea that you couldn't believe that cut him deep. What would he do if you never learned to trust him? If you never let him close to you? It wasn't something he ever gave himself permission to want, so why did not having it wound him so? He shook his head clear of the questions. "You can sit in the back and pretend I'm just the chauffeur."

You lifted your chin in his direction and narrowed your eyes. "I think I'll just take the bus."

Namjoons eyebrows raised. You can't possibly think he's that scary, could you? But instead he used what he knew was the only way to convince you.

"Do you really think Yoongi would approve of that?"

Your jaw tightened. You knew he was right. Looking down at your phone, you hoped for a notification from Yoongi, but there was one from Hoseok instead. You swallowed thickly when you read it.

Sorry, pup! There was an emergency. Namjoon should be there to pick you up. I promise it will be okay.

"How do you know you'll take me home and not somewhere else?" You finally asked. Namjoon's eyes grew wide and he actually took a step back. He rubbed his hand over his hair as he tried to process your question.

"What makes you think I would do something like that? What did Yoongi say to you?" Your brow furrowed at the strange question. 

"Yoongi didn't have to say anything for me to know you don't want me around," you answered, an edge of bitterness lacing your words. Namjoon nearly choked.

"Y/n, that isn't true."

"If it isn't then why didn't you ever tell yoongi where I was when you knew I worked here? You and Jin didn't want him to know. You don't want me in your pack. I get it. It's fine. But you should know that Yoongi does want me, and if I don't come home there's no telling what he'll do." You were surprised by the firmness of your own voice as well as how sure you felt of your own words. Yoongi did want you, and you knew that was as fierce an attachment for him as it was for you.

Namjoon took several full breaths before he responded. "Y/N, I promise you, all I'm trying to do right now is take you home. I won't lie to you. I didn't want you to become a part of our pack at first but things have…changed. You're a part of our lives now either way. And I wouldn't risk losing Yoongi over you. I never would. So please. Just come home with me," he begged. While the two of you maintained eye contact—for longer than you had ever done before—he fought the instinct to grab you and put you in the car if you continued to protest, but he knew that would only hurt his cause. Just when he was about to lose this staring contest to you, your phone began to ring with Yoongi's ringtone.

"Hello?" You answered, only dropping your gaze from the alpha in front of you for a moment.

"Princess, are you okay?" He asked, sounding out of breath from the way his heart was pounding.

"I think so," you mumbled.

"I got a message from Joon that he was going to pick you up." You narrowed your eyes on the man in question. 

"Yeah, he's here." Yoongi sighed in relief. "What should I do? I can take the bus."

"No, princess. Just go home with him, okay? I promise everything will be fine."

"I'm scared," you said so softly that Namjoon couldn't hear it.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to be. You'll be safe with him, and I'll feel better if you go with him than on your own. I've got your location on. If anything happens to you I'll be there as soon as possible. But you're going to be okay. Trust me?" It was that simple, really. If Yoongi was asking you to trust him, then you would. As long as Yoongi promised you'd be safe, you'd make yourself believe him. He wouldn't let you down.

"Fine."

"Good girl. I'll be home in a few hours and I'll give you a reward for being so brave." Your cheeks heated at his words, but you couldn't deny loving it when Yoongi sometimes treated you like a child. No one had ever treated you with such gentle care before, and it felt like real love.

"I'll be waiting." You hung up and looked at Namjoon again. He looked back expectantly. "Yoongi said to go home with you. So I guess that's that."

You walked around the vehicle to sit in the back passenger seat, as far from him as possible. Namjoon didn't say a word as you got inside his car and buckled yourself in. As he pulled away from the library, you kept your eyes out the window even though you could feel his gaze on you through the rear view mirror. He chewed nervously on his lip as he glanced back and forth between the road and the mirror, but he kept silent until he was on the main road between the library and the house.

"We should try to be civil, at least," he said at last, speaking as if you'd been privy to the conversation in his head instead of coming into the middle. You didn't respond, so he went on. "We're going to be home together a lot this summer, and it would be easier on everyone if we tried to ease the tension." He finished softly, perhaps knowing he sounded ridiculous to you.

"I'll do my best to keep out from under foot, if you try not to throw anything at me again."

Namjoon deflated with a sigh. "I swear it was an accident."

"That's why I said try."

"I'm just clumsy. I never meant to hurt you."

"Do you honestly think I haven't heard every excuse in the book?" You rolled your eyes. "It just slipped. You ran into my fist. You really should be more careful where you're going."

"Y/N," Namjoon interrupted, trying hard not to become distressed as he drove, but honestly, your words were tearing him apart. Did you really have no idea the effect you had on him? "I'm sorry. I realize I haven't apologized to you directly for last night. I'm sorry for being so careless. I really will try to be more cautious. But I'm also sorry that other people have given you reasons not to trust them, or alphas, or me." He pulled to a stop at a red light and turned in his seat to look at you. "I get that you have no reason to trust me, and that I have to work for it. That's okay. I don't mind. But can you give me the benefit of the doubt and trust that Yoongi wouldn't have me in his life at all if you couldn't trust me?"

At last, you turned your head to look at him. "Why does everyone always pull the Yoongi card on me?"

"Because it always works," he smirked.

"Fuck," you muttered, because he was right. For whatever reason, you trusted Yoongi implicitly. And Namjoon had a point. Your alpha wouldn't have a dangerous person in his life, let alone trust them to be around you. So you merely nodded to his request, and the man turned forward just in time to see the light turn green before he drove you the rest of the way home. 

A/n: I don't feel like this has been my best chapter, but I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Thanks for reading!

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Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 x Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Omega Abuse

A/N: This will be the only chapter posted to Tumblr. All future chapters can be found on Patreon~! See you there!

Chapter 1.

"You do not lock the goddamn doors in this fucking house."

The sentence was thick with a growl, one that if I was born correctly wouldn't have mattered in the slightest. Just hearing the sharp hit of his words, my insides clenched and coiled, dying to listen and make sure that he wouldn't be mad at me again.

"Sorry," I whispered softly, looking down at my bare toes that curled awkwardly under my gaze.

"You need to put on your scent blocker and try a little bit harder to fit in here. You're making all your brothers crazy with that fucking smell."

Swallowing thickly, I grabbed the bottle from him with a nod.

If my scent made my brothers crazy, they made me out of my fucking mind with sickness. Every one of them smells like acidic garbage with a hint of overpowering sweetness, y'know, like the way too fake soaps or body lotions you find in those hoity toity stores.

"You're a fucking Pangborn. Please act like it," my father grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the smell of my nervousness. "Jesus Christ. I can't believe your mother made you."

His words were a low blow but nothing I wasn't used to hearing now. Nothing any of the pack said got to me as bad as it used it.

Liar.

Okay, a lot of it hurt but I tried not to think of it all the time. It was my fault, really. I wasn't born right.

To be a Pangborn in Cypress City, you have to be an alpha. The Pangborns breed for one purpose and one purpose only, to give the city more alphas then they know what to do with.

Every Pangborn is expected to be a boy, to be an alpha and to take on the numerous betas that are practically beating down the door for them to be let in. So when I was born, disappointment was ripe in the air. It still is.

A small female omega with no qualities and no purpose.

I'm nothing.

Oh that's fun, what a great thought to have. Even if it hurts, it's true.

Since I was born I've been kept hidden like a secret. There's no fairytale here, there's no pack of alpha princes waiting at the bottom of my incredibly sterile, sad tower. There's no one that cares. Well, maybe Brady and MacKenzie but they pretend I don't exist half the time.

Looking down at the bottle of scent blocker, a sob threatened to well up in my throat.

"Weak omega bullshit." That's what my father would say.

It's so fucking annoying to be different. It's so painful. But the hope that one day I'd be accepted never ceased to creep into my thoughts.

So I sprayed the spray on even though it makes me feel sick.

I could smell him before my door opened. His alpha pheromones were bleeding throughout the long hallway that lead to my room.

He smelled of garbage, lemon juice and the slightest hint of boysenberry. Although the boysenberry is not his own smell. It's a betas.

"Oy!" MacKenzie booms, shoving open the door.

His bright red hair and forest green eyes searched the mostly barren room until he found me in the corner.

"He cornered you again?" he asked softly, stepping into the room like he's witnessing a hurt animal.

"It's okay!" I tried to beam a smile for him but it fell flat into some kind of grimace.

MacKenzie wasn't really my brother, he hailed from the Alban Pangborns so he's more like my very distant cousin but he's pack and that makes him my authority regardless. If he barked at me, I'd end up doing his bidding. Just like all my other brothers do. I'm grateful he doesn't do it but he still could nonetheless.

"You sprayed on the right amount," Kenz praised, giving me a small smile.

The praise made me want to preen, made me want to jump and shout for joy that I did something right but I kept it locked tight within me.

"You'll be pleased to know that your father and some of the others are going on a business trip soon. It'll just be some of us left in the house. You won't have to smell all this alpha shite around, you ken?"

His thick accent made me smile then. When he first came over from Alba I had not a fucking clue what he was talking about but now it almost feels like a secret language we speak.

"I ken," I nodded, setting the spray down on my dresser.

"Just wait a while to come down to get your dinner. The boys and I have been having a beta fucking feast," he wiggled his eyebrows and left the doorway without so much as a goodbye.

I wish I was a beta.

No, actually, I wished I was an alpha. I wished I was born an alpha so that I didn't have to be a disappointment and left out of everything.

Sitting down on my bed, I fluffed the uncomfortable comforter around me to no avail and since I know I'm alone I let out the most pitiful of whines. Whining wasn't allowed. My father told me that alphas hate whining more than anything.

Once I whined during dinner with the Landons and their alpha son looked like he wanted to tackle me from across the table. It was the one and only time I was able to go to dinner with my family. They never let me go again.

I apparently ruined their business merger dinner.

My family made a fuck ton of money. Too much money to count on your fingers, not that I'd ever see a cent. I wasn't worth a dollar to them. They own a vast majority of land across the globe, mostly farms or patches of free wilderness that people are begging to buy from them.

If only those vast patches of land would be able to buy me a soft comfortable comforter. This one is rough and itchy and I don't like it. I don't know much about being an omega but I do know that I don't like the blankets I own.

You see, omegas are rare. Like one in one hundred is an omega rare. Somewhere in history omegas just became a rarity and as such they're terribly hated.

Whenever I tried to ask the pack any questions they all shut me down with a growl and told me to go back to my room.

"Y/N!"

My father's bark was sharp and I tightened my terribly uncomfortable blanket over my shoulders at the noise.

If they are having a beta party downstairs I most certainly wouldn't be welcome to interrupt it. All the beta females that came into the house hated me. I tried to be friendly and smile, tried to make friends with other girls but they didn't want anything to do with me.

Probably feeding into the whole hate omega-kind thing, huh?

When my father shouted my name again, I had no choice but to get up. It was an alpha command now, filled with bite and fury.

If I saw one bare tit I was going to lose my goddamn mind. I'd been having these awful urges these past couple of months. It felt like something was boiling in my gut and itching beneath my skin, just begging to get out of me. What it was, I wasn't sure but it feels fucking awful and devastating just the same.

When I was starting to run a fever, my father would give me a few pills and lock me up in my room until the fever had passed and I was able to carry on with my chores.

My feet took me without thinking. The large home I lived in with the twelve others in the pack passed by in a blur. I tried not to look up from the wooden floorboards, I really didn't want to see anyone mating out in the open like I know my brothers loved to do.

I could hear the audible moans of the betas, probably in various states of undress all around me as I made my way to my father's office.

This had always been my home but I'd always felt like a stranger here. It's not just because my family wasn't welcoming, it just felt wrong. Nothing in this place is where it should be. The pictures on the cabin-like wooden walls weren't at all in the right order, the couches in the sitting room weren't staged properly, even the wood that goes into the fireplace smells horrendous.

Everything about this place made me feel sick.

That includes my father's office.

Once I stepped inside I was immediately smacked with pheromones, ones that made my stomach roll with nausea. I wonder if that's how everyone felt. I wonder if betas got nauseous with their families too.

My eyes scanned the room which was terribly out of order and then they caught on the one picture that sat on my father's desk.

It was her.

My mother. Whom of which I've never met. She was a beta that my father never bonded with but got pregnant anyway. He loved her…I think. But when she had me and I was an omega she was disappointed and left me here. She left me here alone. With these people.

Family.

She left me here with my family.

I hadn't realized I whined until my father cracked his hand down on his desk with a fierceness. "What did I say about that shit?!"

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Not that she ever does, eh?" my brother Riley laughed, elbowing me in the ribs as he passed.

Riley was an interesting case of smells. There's the cedar which makes sense because he spends a lot of time outdoors, there's the sharpness of spearmint like a powerful gum that makes your nostrils burn and…boysenberry?

He and MacKenzie have been sharing again. Definitely not uncommon for those two.

"Close the doors. She's gonna scare all the betas away. I'm not waiting another round for Hunter to have an alpha son of his own."

"Keep the lineage alive." That's the pack motto. What a terrible fucking bumper sticker that would be.

I stood there, looking down at my toes as my father and Riley talked and laughed with one another. Probably forgetting I was even in the room. Which happens sometimes.

"Alright, little O?" Kenz cheered, entering the office.

"Don't call her that," my father snapped, finally remembering I was around.

MacKenzie held his hands up in a gesture to soothe any frayed nerves and he sat down with a groan on the couch closest to father's desk.

"Y/N," my father began, not even offering the kindness to look at me. "Your brothers and I are going on a business trip outside of the city. Some of your brothers, like MacKenzie, are staying back because they have a dinner meeting at the house while I'm away."

My head lifts in surprise. Will I be allowed to go?! Can I eat dinner with my brothers?!

"There's many alphas in the pack, we can kill two birds with one stone. This business meeting is incredibly important for us."

My smile was megawatt and I nodded instantly. "Sure, of course! I can–"

"You can," my father interrupted with a sneer. "Make sure you stay in your room, take your pills and keep your scent blocker applied when the Euphoria Pack comes to the meeting. This contract will be our biggest one so far and I will not have your omega bullshit fuck it up for the rest of us. Do you understand?"

The disappointment and sorrow that swirled through me almost knocked me off my feet. "Oh, I see… I understand."

"See that you do. I won't stand for losing this deal because you couldn't handle yourself."

God, I wanted to curl up and die. I'm so pitiful. What a fucking waste. I wish I was never born an omega.

Trying to bury whines and suffering hurt sometimes and in this instance it felt like a red hot poker was shoved down my throat.

"She stinks like sadness," Riley chuckled, shaking out his long brown hair and looking me over with disdain dripping from every pore.

"Lighten up, brother. She's only human," Kenz laughed, stepping in front of me and waving his hand behind his back.

Get out.

That's what he was telling me.

"Dinner will be brought up to you. If you're feeling hot then take your pills. We're leaving in the morning and we won't be back for a few weeks."

Oh, thank God, I could do without seeing my father and half of my brothers for weeks on end. Maybe finally I would be able to walk around without getting yelled at.

Three days of the freedom I thought I would be acquiring went by too fast. I'd been left with my brothers that were the easiest to deal with. Brady, Ronan, MacKenzie, Dash and Hunter were, of course, the easiest to deal with because they never nagged me and they were always too busy fucking betas to really give a shit what I was doing.

The house stunk of sex and carefree fun but more importantly it smelled of my freedom. I was able to go out in the garden to read, to sunbathe, to smell something that wasn't garbage. It was heavenly.

I'd seen flowers I've never seen before, ones that weren't there the last time I was in the gardens. Apparently Leticia, one of the pack chasers, suggested sprucing things up. When I suggested it to my father I got sent up to my room with no dinner and pills because I was acting 'out of order.' I'm a person not a goddamn machine. How could I possibly be out of order?

But now with the three days of freedom gone, I'm once again left up in my room without a single thing to do. Defiance curled in my bones and I narrowed my eyes at the white little pills on my bedside table.

My father wasn't here, he wouldn't know if I took them or not. I'd rather get a fever then take them and feel even sicker than before. Those pills made me nauseous and I felt like reality was so far out of touch that I'd never get back to it. I did end up spraying the scent blocker, though. Just one little spritz, just enough to save the visiting alphas downstairs from my monstrous odor.

They shouldn't be subjected to a disgusting omega. An embarrassment to the family.

The sprawling cabin estate was large before our eyes but it pales in comparison to the mansion we just created on the outskirts of the state.

"I don't like the smell," Jin murmured to us.

The smell was honestly horrific. These alphas seemed to stew in the scents of sex and their own pheromones. You could smell the female betas like they were throwing out a wide casting net to repulse everyone around them.

"Why the fuck did we agree to this?" Taehyung grumbled, folding his arms.

"Because although they're disgusting, they're rich as fuck and they have the land we need to start up the center," Namjoon replied evenly, fixing his tie.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off the enlarged wooden cabin in front of us. That's exactly what it was: a large, gigantic wooden house. It would be almost comical if it wasn't very real.

"I don't even wanna touch the door," Hoseok hissed, taking to kicking the front door insead.

Even in this day and age everyone lives with the one soul purpose of finding their person, their omega but this pack didn't seem to care about finding one. Not with the way their lodgings smelled.

Now, of course, finding an omega that's right for your pack is like finding a unicorn or finding gold at the end of a rainbow but packs do it. Not all the time but enough to keep packs hopeful, at least.

Once the door swung open, a red headed alpha before us smiled widely. "Gents, welcome! The Pangborn Pack is happy to have you!"

Namjoon gave him his typical killer smile and the alpha seemed to relax at it. Our pack leader was all killer charm and easy going… until you fuck with his pack.

The seven of us have only had each other for quite a few years now and our family depends on one another more than most.

"Thank you for having us," Jimin smiled, stepping into the home first.

His eyes bounced around the interior before nodding. Once I stepped into the entryway behind him, the need to look at the inside faded. In the air, apart from the alpha scents were the scents of dinner and something so deliciously sweet that it made my mouth water.

Fuck! What is that smell?!

"Made us dessert?" Namjoon inquired with a laugh.

So he can smell that too.

The scent was warm and sugary like a fresh out of the oven sugar cookie with vanilla ice cream slowly melting on top.

Why the fuck was I about to nut over dessert?

Casting my eyes to Taehyung, I could see him tugging at the collar of his expensive dress shirt.

It was getting increasingly hot in here, that I could guarantee.

The scent was so thick and practically viscous I could feel it wrapping around my cock and tugging sensuously. My knot was two seconds from expanding and the desire to rut until I was sated was pressing indecently on my brain.

"No dessert here, lads. The betas can barely cook a steak without it burning! We ordered out for dinner tonight! Dinnae ken billionaires like you would be opposed to that, eh?"

"Dinnae ken means didn't think," another alpha offered, slipping in beside the redhead. His hair was long and brown, shaggy even with a boyish smile that could probably charm anyone he laid his eyes on.

"That sounds great," Jin replied, unbuttoning his suit jacket and cracking his neck.

Whatever that fucking scent is, it has us all by the balls.

Namjoon gripped his hand into a fist, eyes glazing over all of us. "To the dining room, then?"

"Getting right down to business! I love that! We have betas to look after anyway," Red chortled, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

When the group of us moved with the two other alphas, my heart started to hammer as the smell became stronger.

I tried to temper my growl that wormed its way up my throat but Joon caught it. "I don't know what it is but fuck, I want it so bad," he agreed.

"Alright there, lads?"

"Just have to use the restroom. Would you mind sending me in the right direction?" I inquired, needing to find the words through a thick haze of want.

"Bathroom on the first floor is occupied for the betas. Second floor up that staircase there," Red pointed to the staircase from where the scent is strongest. "Fifth door on the right."

With a nod, I set off trying not to falter and stumble from the exquisite smell.

"We'll be waiting in the dining room. The pack is excited to make this merger," the brown haired man smiled.

Once they were out of sight I took the stairs two at a time, eyes searching for any indication of where the scent came from.

I let my senses guide me. Following the smell took me past the bathroom and past any rooms that smelt of the alphas. Stopping at the end of the hallway, the door before me was completely different from the others. It was metal, almost sterile in a sense. But the scent was there, it was so heady and present that my cock stood to attention.

"Oh fuck," I grunted, shoving open the door and barreling up the stairs.

The hallway I rushed down was bare of anything home-y and it looks like some sort of clinical hospital ward.

The door at the other end suddenly opened in a flourish and the sweetest little thing I'd ever seen stepped out with curious, glazed eyes.

"Omega," I groaned long and low, stepping toward her.

She was the maddening scent. She was what my pack was going crazy over.

"Oh! I'm so… I've never–" the sweet thing whispered, looking me over with hunger.

The perfect woman. Right before my fucking eyes. Those lips, those sweet eyes, that adorable, if not a little scared smile, that fucking body. Built just for me and my other pack brothers.

Mine, mine, mine! Every cell in my body screamed it with frantic need.

"Why do you smell so good?" she whimpered, lifting a hand as if she wanted to touch me.

Please fucking touch me. Holy shit, I was going out of my fucking mind from this perfect little thing.

"What do I smell like, sweetness?" I inquired, stepping closer.

"Like warm hot chocolate and marshmallows. Not like garbage at all!" she gasped, looking up with wide, innocent eyes.

A laugh tumbled past my lips. What an innocent creature.

"Does everyone smell like garbage to you, sweetness?"

"I just want to…" she groaned, a whimper slipping past her lips.

A purr started in my chest, rattling my bones with how thick and heavy it was. Oh fuck, I'd never purred for anyone before.

"What do you want?" I asked softly, holding my hands up to show her I mean no harm.

She gripped my wrist with a dainty hand probably thinking it had a fierceness she didn't embody. She lifted my hand to her soft cheek and my purr started up once more.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized, not taking her eyes off mine. "I know omegas are disgusting. I shouldn't bother you."

The sweet purr she pulled from me turned to a growl in an instant. "You could never be disgusting. Omegas are precious. Didn't your alphas teach you that?"

She stared up at me, eyes starting to brim with tears.

Oh my God, she was everything I could have ever wanted. My pants were so fucking tight, my heart feels like it was gonna combust and I'm pretty damn sure I just met my fucking mate.

"They're not really my alphas," she whispered softly, keeping my wrist close to her nose.

I wanted to take this gorgeous woman and lock her away where no one but the pack can find her. Holy shit, my brain was turning to fucking mush.

"What are they then if not your alphas?" I asked, stepping closer.

When my chest brushed against hers, she perfumed the air for me and another purr ripped from my chest like it was an instrument being played purely for her.

"Brothers, father," she mumbled, lost in a haze of our own making.

"So you don't have a pack of your own, sweetness?" I whispered, coursing my thumb over her cheek.

"No one would want me. I'm useless," the omega replied so softly I might not have heard her if not for her keeping my attention ensnared.

"I highly doubt that, pretty girl. What's your name?"

"Y/N…"

Beautiful.

"I'm Jeongguk. It's nice to meet you, sweetness."

"I can't take it. I can't take it. I can't take it!" Jimin chanted, rushing into the hallway.

The omegas gasp was loud and frightened for only a moment until she laid eyes on the other alpha. I purred for her, watching her instantly relax at the noise.

"This is Jimin. He's a part of my pack. The Euphoria Pack."

"Oh no, I've…I've ruined dinner. My father will be so upset with me," she groaned, sounding not as upset as she probably would be if I wasn't purring up a fucking storm.

"Scent sympathetic. I thought it was like a fucking myth for people like us," Jimin laughed, stepping up beside me.

He didn't seem jealous or upset at all that my hands were on her. We've never tried for an omega, not really. Unfortunately, most omegas wanted us for our money and not for the connection. Not to mention most of the omegas we met smelled so cloyingly sweet that it gave us headaches for weeks. Most omegas wanted just some of us but not all of us and that doesn't bode well for a pack.

"You smell like calming tea and blueberries," Y/N breathed, blinking up at him.

"And you smell like a yummy dessert, sweetheart. How's such a pretty omega like you hidden up here away from everything?"

"Why are you being so nice to me? I'm just an omega," she whimpered, looking between us.

"'Just an omega'? Don't you know your worth, pretty girl?" I scoffed, tilting my head.

She opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it and furrow her eyebrows.

"I want to introduce her to the pack. I think this is it. I think we found our girl," Jimin beamed at me, allowing her to pull him closer.

She seemed to be a needy little thing. One we certainly wouldn't mind doting on. She also seemed completely out of touch with reality and it wasn't just because she was obsessed with our scents.

"Do you have a nest, sweetness? Would you care to show us?"

A nest is very sacred to omegas, it's one of the only places they can find comfort during heats and in times of stress. It was incredibly forward for me to ask but I wanted to know what she liked. I knew my hopes might be high but I wanted to set up the nest in the new mansion how she would like it. Because she was mine. She was ours. She belonged with us.

"I– What's a nest?" Y/N asked, eyebrows pinching innocently.

"Do not fucking tell me you're kept in the dark up here," Jimin growled deeply, his scent turning acidic.

Instead of turning tail and running, she started to… climb him?

She climbed him like a fucking tree. And the good looking bastard was all for it.

One arm snaked around her waist to keep her up and the other ran up and down her back in soothing motions.

She nuzzled his cheek and neck, whimpering and begging for his scent to be all over her.

"Good girl," Jimin cooed, purring for her. "Take what you want, sweetheart. We'll gladly give it."

There were rules to getting an omega, courting before mating and making sure your omega was happy and well looked after. In some cities omegas even went to Help Centers to find their perfect pack but Cypress City had no such thing. That was what we were trying to change. That was why we needed this deal with this pack.

"I don't know what's happening! I'm so sorry! I just feel so…"

"Overwhelmed?" Jimin offered, pulling back to look at her.

She nodded, whimpering and tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

"We need to talk to the pack," I told him, pressing my chest to her back and purring. I drifted the back of my hand over her bare arm and she seemed to thrive on not only praise but physical affection.

"I can't leave her," Jimin hissed over her shoulder, hugging her tighter at the thought of having to part.

"I don't want you to go! Please! I'm so tired of being alone! Please don't go!" she sobbed into his neck.

A growl ripped from my chest at her sadness and I was storming off before I even knew what was happening.

She's mine. She's mine. She's mine.

"Guk!" Jimin called but I was already barreling down the stairs with a fierceness building in my chest.

They kept that precious omega in a sterile fucking ward like she was some sort of disease. She didn't even know what a nest was! It was a disgrace! She'd been abused without even understanding anything!

She's mine!

If one more sob of hers entered my ears, I thought I might burn their oversized camp cabin down and dance on the embers.

Shoving open the dining room doors, I glowered at the pack that sat high and mighty at the end of the long dining room table. Once they saw me and smelled me, they all stood.

"Been wandering around our home, have you?" Red asked with the tilt of his head.

"Stupid girl can't do anything but get herself in trouble!" one of them sneered.

The insult made a growl rip from my throat and they all stared long and hard at me. I wouldn't stand for this. I couldn't stand for this.

"She doesn't even know what a fucking nest is. How dare you all treat an omega like this! This is abuse!" I boomed, widening my eyes at them.

My packs jaws fell open in shock and suddenly they were standing to surround me, to have my back.

"She's scent sympathetic with us," Jimin assured, entering the room with her still cradled to him.

I was happy she liked him. He's far more easy going and carefree then most of us and she'd enjoy his company.

My pack stepped toward her and she cried sweetly at all of their scents. They purred for her and my heart expanded. No one was left out and she locked eyes with all of them. She jumped ship from Jimin to Namjoon and he nuzzled her hair. He wrapped her legs around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Would you like to leave this place, pet?" he inquired.

“She'll do no such thing!" Red boomed.

When she whimpered at the alpha bite, we growled in defiance.

"You think your bark is bad? Mine was given to me by the devil. If I have to force you to obey, I fucking will. It's the omegas choice. You can't keep her here like a fucking prisoner!" Joon boomed.

"She's not a part of the deal," one of the Pangborn's hissed through his teeth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she gasped repeatedly, trying to set herself down.

"Do you want to get down, pet?" Namjoon asked, tilting her jaw to look up at him.

She reluctantly shook her head, burying her face back into his neck.

Oh fuck, she's so perfect and sweet.

"Then you stay exactly where you are," the pack leader whispered, giving her his wrist to be able to tilt his head and glower at the Pangborn pack.

"You expect me to pay? For a person?! Are you out of your small alpha minds?" Namjoon bit out, sneering at her brothers.

"MacKenzie… Dad is gonna flip," one of them breathed.

"I'm tired of always having to sneak Juliet around. Just be rid of her. Omegas are nothing but trouble."

Hoseok growled so loudly, something he never does, that it almost made my chest rattle.

"I know you don't know us very well," Seokjin breathed slowly as the other pack continued to argue. "But if you feel safe with us we'd like to take you somewhere you can be yourself and be happy. How does that sound, princess? You deserve much better than this shithole."

"I won't feel sick?" she inquired, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

Oh, she's killing me here.

"Do you feel sick in this house?" Yoongi growled, narrowing his eyes at the other pack.

Her nod was slow and sad.

"I'm getting her out of here. Now!" Namjoon boomed, pressing her face into the scent gland of his neck.

She seemed to love being held. We could do that for her. We could give her anything and everything she wants. We could be good for her.

"Give us a million!" Red or MacKenzie called back but Namjoon was already heading for the door.

"Get fucked!" our pack leader growled.

"Wh-Where are we going?" Y/N asked, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

"Home, sweetness," I promised. "We're going home."

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Midnight Fangs - Poly BTS X Reader (Prologue)

Summary: The werewolves thought they found all their mates. They never imaged they’d met another, let alone that she’d be a vampire.

Warning: Blood, Alcohol, Sex, Breeding, Mate Au Supernatural AU, Poly Au, Unrequited Love, Rejection, Hurt/Comfort, Other… (Specific Warnings not mentioned will be made in each chapter.)

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You fled from your Nest.

You fled from your Nest, from the people who turned you almost 200 years ago, from the people who taught you everything you know now about yourself. Vampires have very strong bonds, they live with their Nest forever. The people who turn them and the people who are also turned. The two only reason why a vampires nest would be small is because of Hunters. You ran away from your Nest: your home, your family, your providers. Your an idiot. A lone vampire wouldn’t make it without their family.

You’ve heard phrased, phrases like “lone wolf,” and “free spirit,” everyone’s heard those phrases and in those phrases… Lone Vampire, didn’t exist. Every Vampire always said that their was a reason for that.

As the moon rises in the sky, you look at it from under a tree. Glad the sun would finally be gone from irritating your skin more. You hated swearing layers and hats, you sometimes missed the sun on your skin.

Most supernatural creatures were… sociable, but perhaps that isn’t the right word for all of them, it was more… kept to groups. There was a reason for that.

It meant you wouldn’t survive on your own.

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Sociable was, however, the right word for werewolves. Wolves love the night, especially full moons. Werewolves were rowdy, social, and loud. You could tell from the howls you’d hear two miles away and from the many paw prints left behind in the mud after a full moon.

They loved many things.

In that love, what they loved and put above all else: their Pack. Werewolves, they had a more… engraved structure to their packs. For a vampire, the oldest is the leader. For a wolf, the most qualified Alpha is.

It’s a common… rumor that vampires and werewolves don’t get along. Cats and dogs as people would say. Wether that rumor is true or not, is up to a case to case Basis. Cats and dogs can co-exist in certain homes, when conditions are met.

Why was he even thinking of vampires? There would be no reason to think more of this subject. Cats and dogs, they would have no effect on his life with his pack. Jin sighs and shakes his head as he looks at his pack, his mates, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

Why would he even want to co-exist with a vampire? Most of them were too… cold, it was like they were searching for weaknesses to exploit. Always turning their noses in disgust, “You smell- horrible- too strong- like dog.” They’d say, while they smell like nothing but blood and death.

“Hey, Jin you okay?” Hoseok asks leaning his head against the omegas shoulder. The beta leaned onto the omegas scent gland, trying to soothe the Omega. He could smell a bit of his confusion and disappointment, even if it was the slightest, most minuscule change.

“Yeah, just thinking.”

“Joon and Jumin are in the garden.” The beta causally mentioned. As the two of them looked out at them in the over grown, neglect garden. Jimin trips over a bed of something the pack doesn’t care to identify. Junjook stumbled after him and trips into the plants.

“I think the garden has seen better days anyway.” Yoongi shrugged scratching his messy hair as he walked in to the kitchen. A empty cup of coffee in hand, the alpha sighed as he glanced out the window at what was suppose to be a garden.

It was a large fences off area near the back of the cabin. The pack had picked the cabin up once upon a time, it was run down and old but now it was new again, everything was working the way it was suppose to and now it was… perfect. It felt like every room was brimming with love. The garden however, no one ever got around too. The forgotten space in the back of the house. During a full moon a while back Junkook had dug the remaining dead plants up leaving behind a pile of dirt. The pile of dirt was left, the causal “I’ll get around to it” was thrown here and there. Sure, but they all knew no one would end up taking responsibility for the garden.

If they wanted to be in touch with nature they’d go on a walk in the woods. It’s in their nature, Not planting. Digging? Maybe, yeah sure. But if they wanted berries they’d go find them in the forest. It was a waste growing them when they can just go to the store anyway?

At least. Those were the justifications. Truthfully, they didn’t know why they left it untouched for so long. It was a nagging ache in their chest… as if something wasn’t right and it just… needed to be left alone.

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Note: Hey, so… I made this because, Bts fanfiction is really easy to find and I’ve been reading it because- hey, I want to read a specific type of fic? Bts fandom has 20 of them at least! So I thought, I’d give back…? I mean the authors are all sooo good, I just hope to live up to them. But… I don’t really know a lot about the boys? I’ve watched interviews and tried my best! But if something’s off, tell me pls!

Enjoy the series! Any questions, thoughts or concerns pls don’t hesitate! And uh… bye!

#abo au #bts #bts x reader #poly bts #poly bts x reader #vampire reader #light angst #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x fem!reader #werewolf! bts #yoongi #jimin #junkook #hoseok #taehyung #namjoon #seokjin

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Mi casa (2)

Genre: Omegaverse AU, Angst

Pairing: Ot7 x alpha!reader

Summary : Namjoon wonders if letting you in thier home will destroy it? He hopes it won't but if it does. He will start from scratch again because for his soulmate there isn't anything he wouldn't do.

Warnings: past mentioned abuse.

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Yoongi sits in his office working. After his comment about you possibly being Namjoon's mate. Namjoon sweared at him and left. Before Yoongi would have made a fuss about it but now he knew better, understood the more nuanced sides of his packmates including Namjoon.

Yoongi and Namjoon had both gone to the same middle school and high school and hated each other to the core. Or Yoongi hated that Namjoon was more alpha like and smart, always at the top of his academics. Namjoon on the other hand was jealous of Yoongi's more omega like features and his ability to not care about anyone's opinion.

They had gone to different colleges. They had met once again when Jin and Namjoon's pack had decided to introduce them. They surprisingly melded well. At that time Yoongi and Jin had already decided to form a pack and Jungkook and Namjoon were roommates.

Yoongi had a rough time accepting Namjoon as his future pack. The first time they met again had been, for a lack of better word disastrous.

Still even though they had their differences most of the time they could put aside thier petty personal grudges for the sake of the pack.

Yoongi still remembers the day they had come to the conclusion to put the people they cared for before thier frankly childish behaviour.

Working for the shelter was a tough job. In a day Yoongi sees more terrible things than most people do in months. As much as he finds his job fulfilling it makes him tired and angry and it's made worse for having to show up at a job where everyone else is also tired and angry and there's nothing he could do about it (not to mention dealing with officials, lawyers and policemen most of whom are entitled and haven't suffered a day in thier lives.)

Despite the majority of their time together being spent in arguments both firm in their beliefs (which is why they often seek each other out) he actually hates fighting with Namjoon.

In the pack he is usually agreeable with Jin and Hobi, Jungkook is his baby, Taehyung and him may have different world views but usually the younger one is very doting taking full advantage of calming Yoongi after riling him up because they are pack. He does bicker a lot with Jimin but its nothing like how Namjoon and him fight.

Thus only Hoseok or sometimes Jin who ends up using his alpha command can interfere. The alpha command (which Jin uses sparingly and in absolute necessity) is reserved between the pack and only works towards the pack. It has no effect in ruts and only the pack alpha's command has any noticeable effect.

Just like the other times the matter of concern hadn't been huge. Towards the end of the winter Jungkook had fallen sick. Incidentally everyone was busy. Hobi and Jin had to leave to Hoseoks close cousins wedding. Jimin and Taehyung had to give finals of their masters degree. Which left Yoongi and Namjoon.

That day Namjoon had an important meeting for the project he had spent months working for.

"I'm leaving hyung." Namjoon said picking up a bun to have in transit.

"Namjoon. Stay and help. You know I have to start with a lot of work.

"Hyung can't it wait. I have an important meeting." While the statement wasn't meant to be dismissive but Yoongi felt anger bubble through.

"What do you mean can't it wait"

"I said what I said hyung." Namjoon says irritated. "I have an important presentation I can't miss."

"Are you trying to say my work isn't important."

"I didn't say that hyung but you work in a shelter when I have an actual job." Later Namjoon would feel immense guilt because of his careless words. But then he was one tracked towards his job. Not ready to back down at all. Corporate wasn't kind to omegas.

"I'll stay back." Hoseok says.

"But your cousins wedding." Namjoon mumbles.

"Taehyung and Jimin will be done early because of their exams." Jin says.

"Yes we can come early don't worry.." Jimin says.

And that was that. Namjoon and Yoongi resolve their fight and treat the pack to a nice dinner. Making a pact to be more careful in the future.

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It might be a little irresponsible but Namjoon needs to think and he hopes Yoongi won't tell on him to Jin.

But it's not very simple for Namjoon to decide.

Namjoon has a soulmate. A real soulmate.

Namjoon remembers vividly being alone. So alone that it ate him inside. For a long long time he felt unlovable. Unwanted. Being part of the pack helped alleviate some of those feelings. But being part of a seven member pack sometimes someone felt like a seventh wheel. And he would rather it be him than anyone else.

But having a soulmate. His soulmate meant nobody would be lonely. He would have his own person. He didn't doubt the packs love no but he was ultimately selfish and he wanted something that was entirely his. Someone that was his.

His alpha.

He got butterflies just thinking of it.

He knew it wasn't going to be easy. The pack may not approve but he wasn't going to abandon her. No matter what. You were his. Only his. His own Alpha.

And if he had to fight the world or his own pack to have you. Namjoon realised he would. Because you needed him too. He would take care of his alpha. He would make everything okay again.

The atmosphere in the house is tense, Jungkook notes. Yoongi is irritable and in one of those moods where he needs to be left alone. Namjoon has gone camping with his friend Jackson. Jin seems antsy and Hoseok looks like he's waiting for a bomb to drop. Jimin and Taehyung are as clueless as him.

The Maknae line decided to have a sleepover trip. A staycation at a nearby hotel. Its partially to give the hyungs space and and partially because its been a while since the three hung out together.

They spend part of the night gaming into the late hours of the morning together. As the morning sun rises Taehyung nudges Jungkook.

"Go get food. Junkookie.."

"I dont want to you get it if you're hungry" Jungkook says still busy in his game.

"Rock paper Scissors the Looser gets the food."

"Fine." Jungkook agrees. He ends up loosing against Taehyung who hi fives Jimin happily and they continue with the game.

Jungkook stretches. His muscles aching since he's been in the same position for so long. He grabs the car key and drives to a convenience store nearby.

He spots Namjoon and Jackson talking and goes near them.

"Are you sure Namjoon? Don't you think you're taking it way to far?" Jackson asks Namjoon.

"If I have to leave the pack I will."

Jungkook's mind blanks. Everything seems immaterial. He leaves the cart He was holding to run back to the hotel. This couldn't be happening.

When Jungkook more or less storms in both Taehyung and Jimin look up.

"What's wrong? Where's the food?" Taehyung asks.

"Namjoon's going to leave the pack."

"What the hell Jungkook?" Taehyung swears.

"What? Tell me clearly what happened?"

"He was talking to Jackson. He said he'll leave the pack."

"But that makes no sense." Jimin said.

"I'm not lying I swear." Jungkook says.

"Is that's why the hyungs are so on edge." Taehyung pointed.

Silence fell.

"Surely they wouldn't hide things from us right?" Jungkook asked tearing up at the thought of their family breaking.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding and it'll sort itself." Jimin tried to reassure the maknae and hugged him.

"You must have misheard it. There's no reason to leave the pack." Taehyung reiterates.

"But I heard him"

"You must have heard wrong." Taehyung says anger evident in voice.

"Taehyungie calm down. You too kookie. It could easily be a misunderstanding like taetae said there's no reason to leave the pack" Jimin says.

Jungkook nods sniffing. The thought of Namjoon leaving scares him to death. He wonders if Namjoon feels unloved or unwanted. He decides he's going change Namjoon's mind.

"Let's just order room service OK?" Jimin says

Taehyung nods and calls. Making sure to order extra icecream because he thinks they'll need it.

So yeah that's it. It's been a while since I wrote anything. I just can't seem to these days. I miss the boys terribly. I hope you liked this. Mostly I'll try to finish this in the next part. I felt I had to end this part because it would go way too long though it ended up in the shorter side and feels slightly unbalanced to me. Tell me what you think.

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Break my Walls

Growing up in a pack that treats omegas as objects, how will you believe that any pack would be different. You don’t understand how any omega could be treated well, that’s just how the cards are dealt. You don’t need anyone when you leave your pack, not even the only pack who aver saw you as a person. Or do you?

Characters

Kim Namjoon

Pack Alpha, 29

Scent Bergamot and Jasmine

“You can’t live without love.” He said, his eyes showing an unknown emotion, scent thick with compassion and longing.

Kim Seokjin

Pack Omega, 31

Scent Cedar and Coconut

"Your presence can give happiness. I hope you remember that” Jin said, holding me close to his neck, pushing out his scent.

Min Yoongi, 30

Alpha

Scent Sandalwood and Coffee

“Please don’t be afraid, don’t worry yourself. We will never hurt you. You’re too precious to us” he told me, holding his hands up.

Jung Hoseok, 29

Alpha

Scent Lavender and Ginger

“Don't do this. What you said is a mask to hide the truth. You put up this wall, when you desperately want to let us in. Stop lying to us, stop lying to yourself” he said, eyes full of hurt and rejection.

Park Jimin

Omega, 28

Scent Orange Blossom and Lilac

“ I want you to smile for real- not one of those smiles that you put on your face to move on with your day, but a real smile from pure happiness in your heart” he whispered through tears, scent gone rotten from heartbreak.

Kim Taehyung

Alpha, 28

Scent Chamomile and Blackcurrant

“I have a big heart full of love, so please take it all” he blurted eyes wide once he realized what he said.

Joen Jungkook

Alpha, 26

Scent Vanilla and Clove

“You deserve to be loved, let us show you what that’s like.” Jungkook whispered against my lips. My head became dizzy from his intoxicating scent, not used to an Alpha being so close.

Y/N

Omega, 24

Scent Cinnamon and Apple

“I don’t need a pack, I don’t need an Alpha, I don’t need any Omegas, and I most certainly don’t need you. All packs do is control you and I have had enough of being controlled.” I fired at him, shaking with anger. He took a step closer to me, his scent betraying his words.

“You just want another Omega” I said shakily, holding in tears. “Your pack is the most desirable pack, you’ll find another omega.” With that I turned and left, the rain mixing with the tears I could no longer keep in.

#kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #abo #omegaverse #ot7 #bts ot7 #original character #Bangtan #alpha #omega

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One Year Older and Another Size Up

I'm back with Jimin's birthday fic...finally! Thank you for your patience and kindness! I'm grateful for all the people who checked in and sent well wishes. I actually only had bad weather on Friday and Saturday, thankfully passing without too many problems. I then unfortunately had some technical difficulties and one of my stories got reported so I had to resolve that before I could post. But we're good now!

So, a few days late and a little stress later - here is my Jimin birthday story. Hopefully, I'll get back to the Chubtober prompts starting tomorrow! <3

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Read here or on AO3!

Jimin had honestly not expected to wake up alone on his birthday. He would be the first to admit that he is spoiled by his pack, especially as the only omega, but it was strange that he didn’t have a clingy Tae or an excited Jungkook plastered against his side. 

After taking a few minutes to get his bearings, Jimin realized that a considerable amount of noise was coming from their kitchen. He sat up and stretched a bit, listening for any hints of what his pack was setting up for him but heard nothing aside from quiet bickering. 

Quickly moving through his morning routine, Jimin tugged on his silk robe and tied it around his waist as he made his way out to the kitchen. It likely would be surprising to people that a pack of college mates lived as domestically as they did, but knowing who your mates are by the first year of high school makes that easy. 

Jimin stood at the edge of the room, watching his pack hustle around to finish setting everything up with a fond smile on his face. His mates had clearly prepared every single one of his favorite breakfast foods, unsurprising but appreciated. 

It was never directly addressed, but Jimin knew that his mates had a motivated interest in pampering him as their pack omega and the physical effects of that treatment seemed to be a source of their pride and attraction as well. 

Plump omegas were a sign of a healthy pack and Jimin knew that he more than fulfilled that image. On most days, it was a lot of scenting and cuddling with his mates regularly checking in, walking him to class, and ensuring that he ate all his meals. 

However, on a day like his birthday, Jimin knew that he was in for the pampering of a lifetime. He would not be hungry, unscented, or lonely all day and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that. 

“Good morning, my loves,” Jimin finally said, breaking the chaotic state of his pack preparing for his special breakfast. He couldn’t help but laugh as they all turned to him wide-eyed, somehow not realizing that he had joined them. 

After a beat of silence, everyone seemed to jump into action with a chorus of “Happy Birthday” ringing out through the house. Jimin’s laugh grew louder as various arms wrapped around him in tight embraces. 

Before he was sat down in front of an impressively high-piled plate, Jimin received all his morning affection - a little extra from each of them considering the celebration. Jin was the last to greet him, holding him a little longer and whispering all the sweet words he could muster while Yoongi somehow managed to add even more to their omega’s large serving of breakfast. 

As meals like that tend to be, Jimin’s morning seemed to be a blur. He ate with no hesitation, grateful for a pack that cared for him so well and appreciative for a body that showed it. His mates talked about their plans for the day and shared their words of love and appreciation for Jimin.

Nearing the last few bites on his plate, Jimin loosened the tie on his robe - reminding himself how silly it was to knot it tightly around his soft waist. He had been in that position many times before and knew better than to limit his stomach space to grow. 

While he wasn’t slim by any means, Jimin had always been more bottom-heavy with his weight. He also knew that his appetite had grown with his size thanks to his mates and that his not-as-prominent tummy became much more noticeably round whenever he was presented with Jin and Yoongi’s delicious food. 

Jimin just giggled at the smirk on Jin’s face; the beta always seemed to catch the omega’s moments of needing to adjust whatever he was wearing while eating. With less tension on his stomach, Jimin finished his breakfast and a couple more bites that he was offered as he tried to leave the table and get ready for the day. 

As it was his birthday, Jimin had a very specific outfit in mind - his favorite lavender skirt and black knit cardigan with flowers. He loved his wardrobe as most were gifts from Taehyung and Hoseok, but those two items, in particular, were his go-to for special days. 

With the help of his white bodysuit, the pretty skirt still had a little give, meaning his big breakfast hadn’t been too big. Jimin certainly had clothes that could no longer accommodate a full day, fitting snugly on an empty stomach with no chance of making it through his meals. 

After styling his hair and finishing the last touches on his makeup, Jimin did a little twirl for himself in the mirror and loved the way he looked. He knew some omegas didn’t love the natural weight that came with mating, but Jimin liked knowing that his pack’s love and affection were evident every day. 

Thursday was the one day when all seven of them had a morning class so Jimin got to walk to campus with his entire pack. Namjoon insisted on stopping by the nearby coffee shop to get him a frappe and his favorite chocolate croissant as if they hadn’t just eaten a massive meal, but the omega would never turn them down. 

Jimin ate and drank as they walked, excitedly talking about building a big nest in the living room and watching ‘The Notebook’ for their evening plans. He finished his croissant and accepted the last few bites of Taehyung’s as the alpha claimed it was a gesture of love the omega could not turn down. 

Jimin felt the presence of his growing-tighter skirt waistband after the ‘dessert’ to his barely digested breakfast as the pack led him to his Creative Writing class and dropped him off with promises of a midday lunch at Jimin’s favorite campus cafe afterward. He sipped on his water throughout the class and hoped that his first meal of the day would be fully digested before they sat down for lunch. 

His class went by quickly, accepting some kind birthday wishes from a few friends and even a cookie from Taemin that Jimin definitely should have saved instead of eating it during class. Knowing that he had an extra thirty minutes before the others were out of class, Jimin decided to take a little walk. 

Making a few laps around the quad, Jimin was hoping to gain some more space for lunch. He knew his mates would once again get all his favorites for their second birthday meal of the day and the last thing he wanted was to tap out of eating or break out of his skirt. 

Yoongi and Namjoon’s music production class ended early and walked Jimin to the cafe, deciding to get a table and at least order drinks before the others arrived. Somehow, Jimin was convinced to get a milkshake even though he had just had a frappe a few hours earlier and it was lunchtime, but Yoongi reasoned that it was his birthday and he deserved it. 

The others approached the table soon after, Jungkook setting down a large taro boba tea in front of Jimin who was already drinking his salted caramel milkshake. The omega’s eyes widened, but he also would never turn down their sweet gestures or a boba tea. 

Jimin wasn’t even focused on what was ordered, knowing his pack would pick all his favorite dishes anyway. He instead listened to Taehyung’s story about the drama in his and Jin’s acting class while he finished his milkshake and moved on to his boba tea. 

Mindlessly drinking while listening to his mates talk hadn’t been Jimin’s best choice as he was feeling quite full and sloshy when their food arrived. He had managed to finish the entire milkshake, over half the boba tea, and the Diet Coke he initially ordered before being handed a bowl of spicy jajangmyeon and an order of dumplings just for him. 

Against his better judgment, Jimin decided that the heavy carbs might help fill his stomach more substantially than the large amount of liquid already weighing him down. He ate his noodles enthusiastically, finishing his boba tea and his Diet Coke refill not once but twice to combat the spice. 

Jimin felt inappropriately full for early afternoon, but he also felt thoroughly and deeply loved with all the intentional decisions from his pack. On top of all those feelings, Jimin was ready for a nap and maybe a more comfortable outfit. 

Excusing himself to the bathroom, Jimin immediately saw the burden on his waistband as soon as he crossed in front of the mirror. It looked as if he was a few bites away from splitting the fabric right at the seams. 

After a struggle to undo the creaking clasp, Jimin took in the most satisfying deep breath that expanded his stomach well beyond what his skirt allowed him before. The zipper put up a fight of its own as he forced it down to take all pressure off his sensitive middle. 

Taking some time to breathe and fix his hair since he was there allowed Jimin to relax and start digesting. He stood in front of the mirror with his skirt undone until the door swung open and another omega stepped inside the bathroom. Jimin ducked into the first open stall so he could reclasp his skirt in privacy. 

However, it was not that easy. 

As soon as Jimin gave his stomach more room to breathe, his body had no intention of stuffing itself back into his skirt. Sucking in as much as possible a few times while leaning up against the wall finally allowed him to latch the clasp. Zipping it back, though, was definitely not going to happen. 

Jimin tried to hide the fact that he was breathing heavily as he walked back out to the mirror, taking a look at how obvious his unzipped skirt was. He ignored the blush high on his cheeks as he avoided the eyes of the omega washing her hands. Jimin waited for her to leave before stepping back and looking at how noticeable the zipper was without hiding it. 

Normally Jimin wouldn’t mind the need to make some room for his bloated stomach, but it wasn’t often that they were out in public when this happened. He intentionally wrapped his cardigan around him tightly to cover his side, praying that the clasp held firm until they got back home. 

As he returned to the table, his pack looked up at him with confused expressions - likely due to the fact that he was gone for a while and that he was hiding himself under his sweater which was not like Jimin at all. 

Namjoon opened his arm, offering Jimin to sit on his lap as a gesture of comfort, but Jimin simply shook his head. The omega knew that if he sat down now, he had no chance of getting home with the skirt in tact. 

“Can we go?” Jimin asked quietly, a bit anxious which was odd. 

“Everything okay, baby?” Jin asked in reply, concerned that something happened in the omega’s time away from the table. 

Jimin looked around a few times before pulling back his sweater to reveal his zipper. “It won’t be okay if I even take a deep breath at this point so let’s please go,” he replied quietly and then tugged his cardigan back around him. 

A moment of silence passed before his mates burst into laughter, only further endeared by Jimin’s embarrassed smile and pink cheeks. They all stood while continuing to laugh, a few placing gentle kisses on Jimin’s cheeks and forehead. Jungkook offered to take the omega’s bag as well as they left the restaurant. 

As they walked, Jimin felt the pull of the fabric and continued silently hoping that nothing happened to split the clasp open. He was caught up in his head until Taehyung wrapped around his back, matching his steps. 

“It’s fine, Min. No one can tell,” the alpha whispered in his ear, hands gently resting on Jimin’s bloated middle. “Honestly, babe, I don’t think you’ll lose this skirt even if the clasp breaks anyway.” 

“Hey!” Jimin cut back, unable to hide his giggle as he leaned into the teasing alpha’s chest. His mates all joined in laughing, having heard Taehyung’s remark. 

Jin picked up the pace to walk beside them and pinched the omega’s cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. You can change when we get back and relax. We wouldn’t want you to split your favorite skirt.” 

Jimin’s entire body warmed up with embarrassment but also love from Jin’s words. He knew it was only a matter of time before he outgrew his favorite outfits with the way the pack was feeding him, but he also knew they would find him equally cute clothes. 

Yoongi and Hoseok assumed that his silent consideration was Jimin thinking about losing his favorite clothing, leading Hoseok to comfort him. “We can always find a tailor or get you a new skirt for your birthday next year, Minnie. I know you love that one.”

Before Jimin could respond, Taehyung jiggled his full stomach from behind and kissed his cheek. “Hmm, this one isn’t making it to next year, Hobi. Maybe new skirts for Christmas,” the alpha teased again. 

Jimin’s jaw dropped. “Kim Taehyung!” 

There was another beat of silence until the pack burst into laughter yet again; Jimin leaning his weight into the alpha’s chest as he joined in. He certainly wasn’t bothered by the teasing, especially when it was true and he loved that it was in response to the proof of their pampering on his body. 

They laughed as they walked until Jimin stopped, feeling a snap at his side. The omega pulled Taehyung’s arm back and slipped the fabric of his cardigan away to look at his skirt - clasp now long gone, having snapped under the mixed pressure of his stuffed belly and joyous laughter. 

A deep red tinge filled Jimin’s cheeks as he saw the remnants of his skirt’s clasp flared open on his side, the fabric not having moved an inch without the clasp that he thought was his saving grace to get home. 

Taehyung smirked again and encouraged Jimin to keep walking. “See, birthday boy, I knew you had nothing to worry about.” 

Jimin groaned again with a faux pout as his pack laughed at the continued teasing. He never thought he’d say ruining his favorite skirt would be the highlight of his birthday, but his mates’ love for him proves itself every day.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #bts feedism #chubby jimin #sbt chubtober #omega jimin #bts abo

[chimcess]

— Trees That Wheep: the map of Lustra

“Within the realm of Nantgarth lay the land of Lustra. A beautiful, diverse world that is home to an array of beings. Split into the four realms of Viridi, Northorn, Brorich, and Bangtan, Lustra is one of the most important countries in Nantgarth. Still coming off the back of a 100-year war, the realms and cities within her beauty are rebuilding and learning how to move on.” 

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Viridi Gramine The largest, richest city in Lustra. It is the home to an impressive wolf pack and is one of the few kingdomhoods left. The city is so large that it had been divided into sections: Viridi Gramine, Withertusk, and Middlesborough. Withertusk is where most of the famers live. A largely human population but they still have good relations with the wolves that rule them. Middlesborough is the palce where tourists spend all of their time. This is where all of the more affordable taverns and markets reside. This is the most dangerous area of the city. Viridi Gramine is where the king and queen live. This is wolf territory and is only available to the most affluent in society. Despite this, the rulers are fair and kind to their subjects. Whopping A fisherman town riddled with crime. Founded first by the elves many centuries ago, it was only after the Century War that humans took over the city of Whopping. Quickly, the war-torn town went from one of the most beautiful cities in Lustra to the poorest. It has slowly started to rebuild its reputation over the years. Home of the Whooping Port, the largest trading port in Lustra. Idris The hottest, driest, and least populated area in Lustra. Most survivors of the Century War still reside here. It is considered a cursed place and anyone from outside of the city chooses to stay away. The population is a mix of both humans and dwarves alike. Syrena A small, seaside town home to the largest sisterhood of witches in Lustra. The human population does not like the witches that live at the coast, but their fear of their magic and the merfolk keep them from paying them a visit. Home to the dangerous Magindaras.   Bangtan Forest A formidable yet beautiful forest. Home to the most dangerous and unforgiving magical beings in the land. Few go there and return to tell the tale. It is the home of many important faces such as the Foxglove Village pack as well as the Birdie. Birdie Meadow is a small, unclaimed, but understood to be, clearing where the Birdie’s cottage resides. The Salhai pond is the home to many magindaras and is considered the deadliest pond in the world. Moload The only swamp in Lustra. No one besides a few witches live in the area. Alcona Islands Three Islands that were claimed by the dragon rider city of Ancola. They were once used as prisons but after the civilization was lost during the war, it is the home of their dragons. The dragon king, Taemoo, is known for being especially vicious towards humans. The three islands consist of Alkai, Azudelline, and Azula. Each serve their own purpose for the dragons and are uninhabitable to humans. Whales frequent the island and are close friends of the dragons that live there.   Ancola Was once the beautiful city of the dragon riders, but after the century war fell into ruin. All that’s left is the rubble. Northorn The second largest city, and kingdomhood, in Lustra. Human founded and built, Northorn is a beautiful place with large walls, gorgeous architecture, and a rich history. While not as connected to their people as the king and queen of Viridi Gramine, Queen Rose and King Edward are considerate of their subjects. While Leeside is considered a different city, it is under the control of Northorn and therefore, under its protection. The Erith Port is at the northernmost part of the city.   Leeside A very large area of farmland that is owned by Northorn. Many roads and trails run through the city. Briar Glen Beach A desolate area where King Omar, the last king of Ancola, is buried. Solime lake and the Wheeping Willow tree, both sacred monuments, are also here. This area is heavily guarded by the last dragon on mainland Lustra, Keld. Clarcton A small, pass through town where travelers can rest for the night. While not a huge player in Lustra society, it is still an important stopping point for anyone on a long journey. Azamar Pass The most dangerous trail in Lustra. You must pass the Ola’re, the oldest, largest volcano in Nanthgarth. Brorich A mostly desolate, harsh island that was once home to the lost civilization of the Balmoral. The large sea serpent, Bannockburn, lives along the coastline.

I got really into this idea after rereading some Tolkien. I was thinking about making a map of just Bangtan, but wasn’t sure if anyone would even be interested in that. Hope this little update was nice. Currently working on the next chapter as we speak! Thank you.

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Fifteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: You and Hoseok might be missing each other during his heat, but you get the opportunity to become closer with another pack member.

warnings: mentions of past trauma, fire, death, assault (nothing detailed), tbh aside from some pining, this chapter is pretty fluffy.

wc: 6k

When you woke up on the fifth day of your heat, you felt almost normal. Your limbs didn't weigh quite so heavy, and the ache between your legs was gone. Yoongi laid beside you in bed, his cheek pillowed cutely on his arm. He looked so peaceful, you couldn't help staying a while to watch him. You had few moments to look at him like this when he wasn't looking back at you. You'd never noticed how lovely the dip above his cupid's bow was, even though you'd spent so long admiring his smile. His black hair was disheveled from sleep, cutting dark black shards against his pristine white cheek. It took every ounce of restraint to not brush his hair back, but you wanted nothing less than to wake him. He'd earned a good sleep after giving you anything and everything you needed for the past five days. 

Jimin was absent from bed already, you noted, and after indulging in several minutes of watching your alpha sleep, you decided it was time to attend to your bladder's needs. You slipped off the bed as gently as you could and quietly opened the door. 

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you went down stairs, hoping you would run into Hobi, but no one was there, not even Jimin. Maybe your brain wasn't working as well as you'd assumed because you could smell every pack member but Jimin in the house, but there wasn't a person in sight. Coffee hadn't even been made. You shrugged it off, guessing everyone was sleeping in like Yoongi. You wouldn't be going to work since your hormones were still above normal, and it could attract unwanted attention even though you were feeling better. So you looked around for something to occupy you until the others got up or Jimin came home.

You found baskets full of laundry in the room connected to the kitchen and debated for a minute whether it was intrusive to do the pack's laundry for them. Ultimately, you decided that Hobi wouldn't mind and got to work. There were towels left in the dryer from last night and you folded them, looking around for anyone before you indulged in burying your face in a particularly soft and fluffy one. It reminded you of how Jungkook smelled, even though you hadn't been particularly close to him since you moved into the house. You weren't afraid of Jungkook like you were the others, maybe because you'd already been close enough to him when you first met to know he wouldn't hurt you or maybe just because he wasn't an alpha. But you were afraid he was going to arrest you anytime you saw him in uniform, and that feeling would take time to fade.

When the folding was done you decided to have a bowl of cereal to fill your grumbling stomach until everyone else woke up. You had to drag a chair from the kitchen table to the fridge to be able to reach the boxes on top. You didn't realize Jimin was home until you heard him laugh. You froze, your hand still reaching for a box of sugary cereal, and turned your head to look at him. 

"I get it now," he chuckled.

You dropped your hand. "Get what?" 

"Why people always laughed at me for being short. This is objectively funny," he explained as he walked over and grabbed the box you were going for with ease.

"I had it," you mumbled as the box floated past your face, and he set it on the counter. 

"Sure you did. Come here before you hurt yourself." Jimin grabbed your waist and lifted you from the chair, and put your feet on the ground.

"Where were you?" you asked softly.

"Did you miss me?" he teased, and you looked away without responding. "I just went to the grocery store. Can you help me bring stuff in?" he asked, and you eagerly nodded. 

"I didn't know you could drive." Although you normally would have tried to carry several bags at once, your limbs were still a little weak, so Jimin only handed you light things like paper towels and bread.

"I can. There are just so many people in this house who prefer to drive. It's never really been my thing, but I can do it when I need to."

"Isn't grocery shopping usually Taehyung's thing? Why didn't he go with you?" You wondered as you walked back into the kitchen.

"Hobi's in heat," Yoongi said from the bottom of the stairs, his hair wild and his eyes still droopy from sleep.

"Oh," you breathed. You should have realized sooner. You couldn't explain why that left you feeling disappointed. 

"He started yesterday. He tried to tell you but you were–"

"Yeah, it always gets deepest at the end."

"How do you feel today?" Yoongi asked. Coming closer, he pushed your hair back to look into your clear eyes. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him.

"I'm fine," you answered as he wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him back, and he hummed happily. "Shouldn't you be with him?" you asked softly.

Yoongi pulled back to look at you. "No, princess. We're yours."

"But…" you huffed air through your nose, trying hard to get a grasp on your own feelings. They should be with him, right? You shouldn't be keeping them from that. Hobi needed and deserved them. "He needs you."

Jimin shook his head. "He doesn't. He has more than enough alphas to get him through it."

Your face scrunched in frustration as you picked at your nails. Yoongi might be able to appreciate how adorable you looked more if he wasn't concerned. "What's on your mind, princess?" He prodded softly. 

"I know you're my pack. But you're his pack, too. And–" you looked at Yoongi and he gave you a nod to go on. "All three of you made my heat better, and I want Hobi to have the best heat, too, so I think you should be with him."

"Sweet thing," Jimin cooed, unable to resist patting your head. 

Yoongi reached for your hand and pulled you close. "It makes me really happy to hear that your heat was better. It's still not over quite yet, so we will stay with you. We want to stay with you. Hobi wants us to as well. So you don't need to feel bad about it. He's just fine."

Your lips still pouted as you mumbled an 'okay.' Yoongi watched you as you tried to blink away the moisture in your eyes, but you had to look away from him. The washing machine sounded like a church bell calling you to service. You turned and wiped the last of the unshed tears from your eyes. 

"Okay. I'll just put in another load of laundry and then I'll make some breakfast, okay?" 

"Baby, you don't have to clean," Yoongi said, but you shook your head at him. 

"Is this my home or isn't it, Yoongi?" You questioned, voice stronger than he expected. 

"Of course it is, but–"

"Then it's my home to clean. It's what I need to do."

He smiled lovingly at you. He couldn't be more proud that your omega instincts were calling you to take care of the house. It was like a special omegan way of claiming ownership, and nothing could have made him happier. "I get it. I only meant you shouldn't overwork yourself. You're still recovering."

"I'll be fine. I like doing housework," you assured him as you pulled away and went to the laundry room. 

By the evening, you had all of the laundry washed, folded and sorted. You'd even been able to iron Yoongi's uniform before he left. He was reluctant to do so, but you assured him that you would be fine with just Jimin for the night. It would feel weird though, to sleep in your nest without Yoongi after so many nights together. But you didn't let it show. 

After dinner, Jimin convinced you to settle down and watch a movie with him on the couch, so that was how Jungkook and Taehyung found you, cuddled and happy in front of Jimin as you both laid facing the TV. When you saw them, you tried to get up, but Jimin held you down, unwilling to let his personal heater go. 

"Is everything okay?" you asked. 

Jungkook nodded. "We just came to get food."

"I made two trays for you for dinner. I wanted to take them up but Jimin said to wait."

"That's sweet, pup. Thank you. But you don't have to," Jungkook said as he went to the kitchen. 

"You're watching Harry Potter?" Taehyung asked as he came to sit on the edge of the couch near your feet. He wore sweats and a sleeveless shirt, and his blonde hair fluffed around his head, making him look softer than ever. 

Jimin hummed. "The pup has never seen them."

"How is that possible?" Tae chuckled.

"My parents were really strict about us not reading or watching things about magic or anything like that. But I read all the books last year," you explained.

Taehyung nodded his head. "Are you enjoying it?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly before Tae reached out to ruffle your hair. He did it easily as if he'd done it a thousand times before, but it left you wide-eyed with heated cheeks. He didn't seem to notice though. He merely leaned over to kiss Jimin on the cheek, lingering a little to appreciate your scent, and then left to help Jungkook in the kitchen.

"You like Tae Tae, little pup?" Jimin whispered in your ear when he was gone. His teeth nipped at your throat and you wriggled away from him, finally escaping his grasp, but only because he let you.

"I hope this is okay," you said softly as you walked into the kitchen. "Do you need me to make anything else? Jimin said light stuff is better, but I'm not exactly an expert."

"This is great, Y/N. Thank you," Jungkook replied as he gathered water from the fridge.

"What do you like to eat when you're in heat?" Taehyung asked. Lucky for him you didn't seem to notice the intense interest of his inquiry. 

"I don't know. I don't usually eat much," you shrugged. Taehyung frowned, remembering the time two months ago when you passed out from not being taken care of. It was packmates' jobs to take care of an omega in heat, and he felt relieved you'd had a pack to help you this time.

"She'll eat anything as long as Yoongi feeds her by hand," Jimin said loudly from the living room. The two men watched as your face darkened with embarrassment. 

"I-is Hobi okay? Does he need anything?" You asked after you were able to compose yourself again.

"You are a sweet little thing, aren't you?" Taehyung said. There was something in the way you lowered your head, maybe to hide a smile, that he found heart-poundingly endearing.

"Hobi is doing fine. Happy as a clam. We'll take all this up, and he'll be even happier," Jungkook answered. 

Seeing that they were short a few hands with all the bottles of water and other drinks, you quickly grabbed one of the trays and took it upstairs. Your steps halted at the top of the stairs and you waited for Jungkook to open the door. When he did, you couldn't help taking a glance inside, to see if you could get a glimpse of Hobi and know he was okay. But when you did, it suddenly felt intrusive, like you shouldn't be there. Even after the two men entered, you could only bring yourself to the threshold of the door and wait for them to take the tray from you. Once he did, you disappeared back down the stairs before Taehyung could thank you and shut the door.

"How are they?" Hobi asked when Taehyung came back to the bed. He was relatively lucid for the moment. 

"They're good, hyung. Y/N made some food for us," Tae told him, helping him get up into a sitting position to eat. "It looks like she's been keeping busy."

Hoseok whined softly, causing Jin to wrap his arm around his back to comfort him. "I'm sure Jimin would come cuddle you for a bit if you asked."

When Hoseok didn't say anything and merely frowned, Taehyung answered for him. "It isn't Jimin that he wants, hyung." 

Hobi sighed. "I didn't know what it would be like to be with her. I've been with my sisters during heats, but it was different. I miss her scent and the way she fits in my arms," he said, sounding bereft.

"Maybe she could give you a pillow or something," Jungkook suggested. 

Hobi looked to Jin, not knowing how the pack alpha would react to an outsider's scent in the nest. "It's your nest, my love," was his answer to his husband's longing eyes.

He turned to Namjoon, who was still lying on his other side. The alpha shrugged. "It's not like we're not used to her scent now. It's all over the house. And it's nice. I don't mind, especially if I would make you happy, darling." 

Hoseok smiled slightly and turned onto Jin, burying his face in his neck. "We need to eat," Jin reminded him with a kiss to his head.

The remaining days of Hoseok's heat left a lingering weirdness. It felt like just at the point when you were wanting to see more of them, especially Hoseok, but even Taehyung too, everyone was suddenly occupied. Even Yoongi was working a lot, taking extra long shifts with only 8 hours in between to get a little sleep and some food before he went back. You felt guilty, knowing he was trying to make up for all the time he'd taken off with you, but you couldn't say that to anyone. He had to do it, and you were grateful he had, but you hated seeing him suffer for it now, even more than you hated not being able to see him much at all.

Jimin has been sleeping with you in your nest every night, but you were finding it hard to sleep without Yoongi, especially when you awoke from your nightmares. Jimin didn't wake easily, and you could cuddle into him without causing any disturbance. But tonight, your nightmare had been so upsetting that you didn't want to go back to sleep, so instead of turning in toward Jimin you rolled toward the edge of the bed, sending a quick text to Yoongi to see if he was busy. 

While there were times when he wouldn't be able answer because of an emergency, there were also long stretches of time when he didn't have anything to do at all. He always told you that you could text him anytime while he was working and if he could answer you then he would, but not to worry if he didn't. You'd been lucky a few nights ago when you woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. You'd texted him and since he wasn't busy he texted with you until you got sleepy again. Tonight, you weren't so lucky. A few minutes ticked by while your message sat unread. Finally, you decided to get out of bed since you were feeling awake and didn't want to lay in the darkness, lest your nightmares should catch up with you. 

You descended the stairs, expecting more darkness, but light filtered softly down the hall from one of the rooms at the front of the house. You knew that was Taehyung's studio. Other than the pack's room, it was the only other room that was omitted from your post-heat cleaning frenzy earlier in the week. You'd never been inside of it, but you found yourself walking quietly down the hall to the cracked open door. Low-fi music played softly inside, quiet enough that you couldn't hear it until you were just outside. Within, Taehyung stood behind a canvas propped on an easel. You couldn't see his face, but even if you didn't know it was him, you would know him by his heady scent that even the smell of paint couldn't smother. 

"You can come in," he said loudly enough for you to hear. Without leaning around the large canvas to see you, he had identified you by your apple scent, too.

You crept cautiously around the door to stand just inside. "I didn't mean to bother you."

His head poked around to look at you, smiling. "You're not. You can have a seat," he told you, pointing to the couch against one wall. You sat and curled your knees to your chest, picking at your nails as you took in the room. Odds and ends scattered about, quite the opposite of the rest of the house. "What's keeping you up, sweet little?"

You blushed at the nickname he had begun to call you a few days ago. "It's 'sweet thing,'" you corrected him the first time with Jimin's pet name for you. "Maybe to Jimin, but to me you're a sweet little thing," he'd argued.

"I had bad dreams."

Taehyung nodded with a thoughtful frown. "Me, too." He applied a careful stroke of paint before he looked at you. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

You shook your head. "I don't really remember it. But you can tell me about yours," you prompted. 

Taehyung shrugged. "Mine are pretty similar most nights. I dream about a fire, and the screaming, and when I wake up it feels like minutes before I'm able to move. When I can move, it feels like I have to get up. So I come here."

"When were you in a fire?" you wondered. 

"I wasn't. My birth pack's house caught on fire when I was away at art school. I wasn't there, and they all died," he explained distantly. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered. 

Taehyung looked at you and smiled softly. "Nothing for you to be sorry for."

You wrang your hands together, not sure what to do with the uneasy feeling in your stomach. "You must miss them a lot," you said softly. 

He nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Is that why you don't like to leave the house much?" you asked before you could stop yourself. You wished you could stuff the words back into your mouth. 

Taehyung huffed and then chuckled. "Yeah, that's part of it. If I go out somewhere for too long, I get worried. Like I won't make it back in time if something goes wrong." He sighed, "I know it's kind of silly. I just–"

"It's not silly," you assured him. "It's good that you have people you loved, who loved you. And now you have more people who love you. Was your birth pack big?"

He shook his head and put down his brush and paint in favor of sitting down with you. "It was just my parents, my mom's sister and her husband. They didn't have any kids, so I was an only child. They spoiled me, but I loved them a lot."

"It's nice you had so many adults to raise you and teach you."

He hummed. "Yeah, but I always wished I had some siblings or cousins to play with. When I first met Jungkook and he introduced me to the others, it really felt like I had gained those brothers I always wanted. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started having deeper feelings for them."

"Jimin told me once that when you joined the pack you were looking for family," you said.

"That was what I needed back then," he agreed.

You fixed your eyes on your knees. "I wish I could have been adopted by a family like yours instead," you said gently. "I could have been your sister."

Taehyung smiled sweetly at you. "That would have been great. But then we wouldn't be together now. And I like you being here now." At his words, you hid your face, but it only endeared him more. "I can be like a brother to you, if that's what you need. But I'd rather–" he cut himself off and shook his head.

You lifted your head just a bit to peek at him. "Rather what?"

He blushed slightly and put on a strange kind of smile. "I would rather be your alpha—one of your alphas. I know you're probably not ready for that, and that's perfectly fine. I'm not like Yoongi or Jin, but I do want to make you comfortable and happy, and I want to protect you as best I can. I know it's not an enticing offer but…" he rambled and you unconsciously put out a hand and touched his arm to soothe him.

"I'm sure you're a great alpha. I…I don't know if I can…one alpha is a lot for me already and Yoongi…I don't know. But I could use an older brother," you admitted. 

Taehyung tried not to show the tinge of disappointment he felt and gave you a boxy smile. It didn't hurt too much though. As long as he got to be around you, he didn't care. As a big brother he could still protect you and help you, and maybe someday, your feelings would open up to something more. The silence stretching between you was broken by a rumbling in your stomach. 

Taehyung's eyebrows rose with a question. "Are you hungry?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

He took your hand and pulled you to your feet. "Let's find you something to eat."

He dragged you to the kitchen before you could say a word to stop him. When he opened the refrigerator, he frowned, discovering what you already knew. Supplies were limited. There wasn't even milk for a bowl of cereal.

"There's stuff for breakfast tomorrow," you assured him. "And Yoongi said he would stop by the store on the way home and grab a few things in the morning. We didn't realize how bad things were until we'd finished making dinner. Eight people is a lot of food and–"

"It's okay, sweet little. You don't need to stress about it," he smiled down at you. "But it doesn't exactly help our current situation." By the look in his eyes, you could tell he meant you.

"I'm fine. It's no problem for me to miss a meal or two." You had missed more than that before and been fine. 

His eyes narrowed at you. "Did you skip dinner?"

You shrank from his gaze. "I just wanted to be sure you all had enough. You've been–'

"You don't need to do that for us. Ever. We will always work something out. It's our job to make sure that you are provided for. Not the other way around," he said, an edge of anger in his voice that had you pulling away. 

"You're not my alpha. Yoongi is…"

"And how do you think Yoongi will feel when he finds out?" He continued. 

You grabbed his arms in your hands and shook your head. "Shh. Keep your voice down. You don't have to tell him. It's really not a big deal, Tae."

"How can you say that?"

"Alphas eat first. That's most important," you told him matter-of-factly.

Tae's heart broke, and he took a deep breath before he could respond to you. "The alphas who told you that were wrong. That's not how things work here. You're never going to be last. Do you understand?"

You knew you wouldn't get away with saying no, so you didn't say anything at all for a moment. "Are you going to tell Yoongi?" you asked softly.

"That depends," he answered vaguely.

"On?"

"What do you want to eat right now?"

You shrugged. "I'm really okay."

"Tell me what you're craving," he said, but it sounded like a demand.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and thought. A smile tugged at your lips when an idea came to you.

"Name it," he said. His smile grew as yours did. 

"Mcnuggets and fries," you answered. 

"That's it? You can have anything you want!"

"I'm a simple girl, Taehyung!"

He chuckled, enjoying the way you said his name. "Fine. I think we can still have it delivered."

You scoffed. "It's less than a mile away. Let's just go."

"It's late," he mumbled. 

"It won't take long. I promise we'll be back soon," you said, thinking that leaving the pack was the source of his hesitation. 

"It's not that. I…I don't go out at night," he admitted.

You leaned in to whisper to him. "Are you afraid of the dark?"

He pushed you away gently. "It's not that…exactly." You looked at him, waiting for further explanation. He dropped onto a stool and sighed, looking for the words. "You remember how you knew my painting from the one you saw on the building downtown?" You nodded. "Well, I used to do a lot of stuff like that. Street art. And of course the best time to do street art is in the middle of the night. Once I was out alone and I got jumped by a group of saps. Ended up in the emergency room. Since then, I don't like to go out at night, unless I'm with other people."

You frowned. "That sounds really scary," you admitted. "But I'm other people."

He scoffed. "Hardly. I meant other alphas."

"Psh! You think they can protect you better than I can? I bet Jin doesn't even know how to fight, but I do!" You punched him playfully in the chest. With a laugh he stood and put his hand on your head, holding you at arms length so that your punches only hit air. You pouted at him so easily thwarting you. "No fair. But we'll be safe! We can go through the drive thru. We won't even get out of the car." He looked at you doubtfully. "Pleeease. You made me think about food and now I really am hungry," you whined. 

"Fine," he relented, "but you better make sure you text your alpha and let him know. I don't want him finding out later and getting mad."

"Deal." You followed him to the door and pulled out your phone as you both got your shoes on.

You failed though. 

You didn't see him or smell him as your shift ended, although perhaps you could have been on your guard for it. He usually came in at this time of day, between school getting out and picking Jimin up from work. But you hadn't seen Namjoon at the library since you moved in several weeks ago. He always made sure to go at a time when you weren't working. You couldn't help seeing him now as you waited outside for the purple minivan that almost always picked you up these days. Namjoon strolled casually out of the library, and you hid yourself behind a pillar as best you could, hoping to escape his notice. 

You hadn't recognized his presence inside, but he had noted yours. He knew you would be there, after all. Although you two hadn't ever spoken directly to each other, Namjoon didn't hate you the way you—or anyone else—thought he did. Most of the time he tried not to think about you too much, one way or another. He felt more secure by now that you weren't going to fundamentally change his relationship with Jin, or with anyone else for that matter. But he also didn't want to dwell on the unwanted thoughts you aroused in him when he least expected it. Wonder if she's warm enough in that sweater, he thought over his morning coffee as you moved around the kitchen with Hobi before work. Wonder if she's doing okay today, he thought one day last week during your heat while standing in the hallway as students passed from one class to another. Isn't Taehyung supposed to pick her up? Omega shouldn't be out here all alone, he thought as he watched you duck out of sight. He could've kept walking and pretend he didn't know you were there when you clearly wanted to avoid him. But then again, it seemed he couldn't.

"Hey, Y/N," he spoke softly, coming out awkward and stilted. 

"Hi," you responded so softly he almost didn't hear it. 

He cleared his throat. "Is Taehyung coming? Do you need a ride home?"

You shook your head vigorously. "He's already on his way. They should be here any second."

As if you summoned him, Tae's car pulled up only a few awkward minutes later. He put the car in park on the curb and hopped out. 

"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Tae asked, an edge to his otherwise friendly tone. Maybe it was an automatic response to the way you curled in on yourself, looking scared and shaking like a leaf.

"Just the usual," Namjoon answered, gesturing to the books in his hand. "I saw Y/N, and I thought I'd wait with her."

Taehyung nodded. "Ah. Sorry I'm late, sweet little. Are you ready to go?"

To answer him, you simply nodded your head and walked toward the car. You climbed into the front passenger seat, where Hoseok would normally be sitting and buckled in before Taehyung had even gotten to his door. 

"Where's Hoseok?" You asked as soon as he got in. 

"He's at home resting. He's pretty worn out, but he's excited to see you when we get home." Tae put the car in drive and pulled smoothly out into the street. "Your alpha is there, too."

"Let's go!" You urged, forgetting your mood from a moment ago.

"We'll be home in a little bit. We need to go grocery shopping first." He couldn't help smiling at your eagerness though. 

"Namjoon meant well, you know," he said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

You looked at him briefly before turning forward again and sat on your hands to keep from fidgeting with them. "I know," you admitted reluctantly. Whether Namjoon hated you or not, you believed no one in the pack wanted to tempt Yoongi's wrath. "I'm sorry it's taking me so long to adjust."

"Hey. There's no rush. I just wanted to reassure you since you seemed a little shaken up."

"I'm okay," you replied, a little unconvincingly.

In the grocery store, Taehyung let you push the cart while he loaded it with the pack's usual supplies. As he did, he explained which brands Jin preferred (he was picky), what vegetables each member liked and hated, and each member's favorite snack. You made mental notes and hoped you could remember them all. By the time he was finished, the cart was loaded so full, you had to keep a watchful eye for things falling off the top, and you could hardly push it. You'd never seen so much food in your life. But with seven fully grown men, all of this would barely last a week. When the price was tallied up at the register, you could only frown.

"What's that for?" Taehyung asked when he got inside the car, looking down at your outstretched hand and the bills you offered. 

"For the groceries."

He scoffed and ignored your offering as he put on his seatbelt. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not. I don't want to add to your burden. You have enough mouths to feed already," you argued.

"You eat like a bird. Do you think it even makes a dent?"

"Don't be so stubborn!"

He looked down at the money still in your hand. "Do you want me to tell Yoongi about this?"

You groaned, "You can't always use that against me!"

"I can when you're being an idiot," he replied and flicked you in the forehead. You sat back with an astonished look on your face, mouth wide open until it closed into a pout. You stuffed the money back into your pocket. "Wait until I tell Yoongi about you."

"Be my guest," he laughed as he finally backed out of the parking spot.

You walked into the house carrying multiple bags in each hand despite Taehyung's scolding. As soon as you walked in, Yoongi was up off the couch where he had spent the last few hours cuddling with Hoseok.

"Hey, princess," he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and smelled your head.

"Hi, alpha," you hummed, but you couldn't hug him back since your arms were still weighed down.

He chuckled, "Let me take those before your arms fall off."

"There's more outside," you told him as he pried the bags from your blood deprived fingers.

"I'll get them. You go cuddle with Hobi," he said before you could leave the room.

"It's okay. You can stay. I know you've missed each other."

Yoongi shook his head. "We've had plenty of time. And I think he's missed you more."

The way your eyes lit up and a smile covered your face made his heart swell. You didn't waste any time turning toward Hobi. His hair was a fluffy mess and he looked like he could sleep for another day, but he was waiting for you with open arms. You felt happy and relieved that he still wanted to cuddle with you and it hadn't only been a heat privilege.

"There's my little pup," he grinned lazily as you crawled into his makeshift nest. He was warm when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

"I'm stinking from work," you complained, pulling away slightly. 

He stuck his nose in your neck and sniffed deeply. "You smell like pup to me."

You rolled your eyes as he pulled you close again, until your head rested on his shoulder. Taehyung came in carrying grocery bags, followed by Yoongi, but neither of them paid attention to you. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great, just worn out and a little sore."

You nodded. "That will happen when you have three alphas," you said quietly as the two currently home left the room once again. "I bet you don't get any sleep at all."

Hobi laughed loudly. "Not much, but I love it. I wouldn't have it any other way." You could tell by his smile that he meant it. He looked thoroughly satisfied.

"Then I'm sorry for taking Yoongi from you."

Hoseok clicked his tongue at you. "Never say that to me again," he scolded. "I've got more than I need and I'm happy to share. I know someday we'll be one pack. One way or another."

You know that was what everyone expected to happen, what they hoped for. You wished you weren't making it hard on everyone. If only you could get over your reservations. But you were trying, slowly.

"Taehyung told me he wants to be my alpha last night," you whispered to Hoseok. He already knew this. Tae had told him and Yoongi in the morning after you left.

"Do you want him to be?" Hoseok wondered. You said nothing but turned your face into his neck to hide your heating cheeks. Hopefully Hobi wouldn't notice how hot they were against his own skin. His grin spread ear to ear, and he stroked down your back without forcing an answer out of you. He knew it would come out soon enough. 

a/n: idk about yall but I made myself so soft with this chapter. What do you think about her relationship with tae? we got a little peak in joonie's mind too. Are things coming together?? I kinda felt unsure about this chapter, but I think it turned out okay overall. Please let me know what you think <3

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[untaemedqueen]

Finding My Pack Moodboards

Pack Leader Namjoon (CEO Alpha)

Yoongi (Daddy Dom, Unwavering Alpha)

Hoseok (Fashion Brand Owner, Expensive Alpha)

Jimin (Tech Genius, Car Loving Alpha)

Jeongguk (Protective, Bad Boy Alpha)

Taehyung (The Chaebol, Son of Stars Alpha)

Jin (True Love Finder, Lord of Cheshire Park Alpha)

Omega (Sunshine and Flowers Girl💜)

#finding my pack #fmp #abo #omegaverse #ot7!alpha #bts fic #bts #omega!reader #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jin #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon

[bangtanverse13]

Hello again ARMYs,

Can you recommend me some OT7 x Reader, like a poly relationship but this time a/b/o. I'm into this dynamics lately but I can't find a good fanfic 😭

#abo #bts #bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts v #bts x reader #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts abo #a/b/o #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #bts smut

[ratherbefangirling]

Belong 6

Masterlist

Previous / Next

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Omegaverse

Synopsis: The pack seems to be falling for you but Jungkook doesn't like it one bit. What happens when he learns you are his mate

Warning: Mentions of painful memories, neglect, some unalive ideation, hospitals

There are always some occasions where one becomes scared out of thier wits.

Your first had to be your heat. Where you were all alone. Your family had recently shortened. It was easier to think they were gone to a place you just couldn't visit yet or that they were in another room. But it was quiet too quiet for it to be true. You didn't know when the silence became you.

If anyone asked your mother what sort of kid you'd been. She might not have raised you like your omegan father did but you were still her precious child.

A sweet giggling child.

Children are a lot of things but they're rarely silent still drowned in her own grief your mother couldn't pinpoint when you'd become who you'd become.

The memories of your heat run vivid in your head. You could remember feeling cold and hot and pain and sad. You really thought you'd die but death is a feat as hard as living.

Then your mother had arrived home and your instincts were torn between relief of a familiar scent and insecurity about your non existent nests.

After it has passed your mom had taken you to the store to get the most expensive omega things and you had hesitated at the price but with a firm hand she'd guided you.

Sometimes you hated how inept being an omega made you. Today was one of those days.

Only moments ago you were eating with your best friend and her little brother. When she'd choked and you were gone only a moment to bring her water when she'd turn red and mouth swollen.

You'd asked Jungwon to ask for your neighbours for help. You dragged suyeon to the bathroom asking her to try to puke. You could sense Suyeons panic which was making your omegan instincts haywire.

Then you smelt him.

When Jungkook entered the house. He found you and Suyeon in the bathroom. You were holding her. Tears in your eyes.

"Alpha." You whined unconsciously.

He instructed the little kid to call the emergency and ask how long would it take the ambulance to arrive.

He took Suyeon from you and lay her on the sofa.

Soon the medics arrived. They took care of Suyeon and took her along with you and Jungwon to the hospital.

He promised to accompany the ambulance. You nodded very distraught. Keeping Jungwon close to self soothe.

Jungkook drove to the hospital and he was there when they admitted Suyeon to the emergency. He held your hand as you made calls to Suyeons pack.

"Let me get you some water." Jungkook says removing your hand from his.

You nod not ready to leave your bestfriends side feeling immense guilt.

Why did people close to you always get hurt. What is wrong with me? I must be cursed

When Jungkook returned he could smell your scent had turned sour. Before he could say anything. Jungwon jumped from your sight to go towards someone. It was Suyeons mom as he would later learn.

"Oh you poor kids." She comforted.

Jungwon who had remained quite till now burst into tears.

"I'm sorry Auntie, its my fault"

"How is it your fault. You couldn't have known. Don't worry kid. You look exhausted. You can go now. Once Suyeon is better come have a meal at our house." She says.

"I'm... thank you."

"Who is this gentleman?" She asks.

"It's... this is Jungkook my neighbour." Jungkook could feel a pinch at his heart.

"Thank you son. Please take care of our Y/n."

"Yes. I will." Jungkook replies.

The car ride back is silent. You fall asleep exhausted by everything. Jungkook's alpha feel pleased that his mate trusts him enough to let her guard down. He even chooses a longer route just to let you sleep a little more but also to spend a little more time soaking in your sweet sweet scent.

He wakes you up gently.

"Y/n. Please wake up. We're here." He says.

You rouse from sleep, your head still befuddled. "Jungkook. Alpha."

"Yes omega alpha is here."

"Nest. Go to nest." You say.

He hums in agreement. He wants to scent you but he isn't sure if that would clear your head or make it worse. Omegas tended to run over on instincts in case something impactful occurred. He could tell you were very near your mind blankness.

Jungkook stays very close to you and you feel your head clear sensing the scent of your mate.

You collapse on the sofa bed of your living room which you kept for being able to nest while watching the biggest TV in the house. Jungkook removes your shoes and socks.

"Drawers there blanket." You guide him. He finds your nesting supplies and helps you set them on the bed.

By the time you're done completing the nest your head is back to worrying over everything.

Jungkook makes sure to keep water wear it's accessible in case you get thirsty. He'll have to ask the hyungs to check up on you. He's lost in thought when you tug his tshirt.

"Stay." You request and he cannot bring in himself to deny you.

Carefully he slips in your nest. You however have seemed to lost any inhibitions and snuggle close, take in a deep breath to inhale his scent and close your eyes ready for sleep to take you.

He can only send a half understandable message to the pack before his phone runs out of battery.

He soon finds himself asleep basking in your warmth and your sweet sweet scent.

When Jin and Namjoon come in to your house in search of Jungkook, they find the door unlocked. Namjoon is barely leashing on his instincts which scream unprotected omega. Still he bites back his desire to lock you up and follows behind Jin.

The two of them find the makeshift nest you and Jungkook have in the living room and Namjoon's anger increases. He can imagine Jimin throwing a fit at the incompetent nest.

In the corner Namjoon notes lie the presents he had sent over. They look abandoned and forgotten and Namjoon's heart breaks a little.

He refocuses on your makeshift excuse of a nest. It was barely supporting you and Jungkook. Suddenly Jungkook turned in his sleep. Namjoon and Jin both rushed to support the two of you from possibly tumbling down and hurting.

The new scents near your nest wake you up. Bleary eyed you looked at Namjoon's stern expression and cowered in fear which causing Jungkook to wake up.

Jin immediately picks up on the situation and he turns to Namjoon. "Namjoon back." One word and Namjoon retreats looking like a kicked puppy. It was very rare in thier pack when Jin used the authority of being the oldest.

Jungkook starts scenting you instinctively to calm you.

"Omega." Jin says very softly. "May we come near you."

You nod still wary and not entirely lucid.

"May I scent you?" Jin asks next.

"Jinnie." You say your mind sobering up as Jungkook's scent calms you.

"Yes Y/n can I scent you?"

Instead of answering you detangle yourself from Jungkook and start scenting Jin. Though his arms are no longer holding you Jungkook's body is still pressing your back.

You to seem to recover yourself, the sleep managing to calm your system. And the support of your alpha. Your omegan brain supplies.

You detangle yourself from Jungkook.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, it was an emergency my friend suffered from an allergic reaction and I needed help. I didn't mean to burden you. I'm grateful for your help." You explained.

Jin and Namjoon nodded. Jungkook couldn't take his eyes of you.

"You can go now." You tell Jungkook still refusing to look at him ashamed of your momentarily lapse of judgement. You hadn't needed anyone and needing Jungkook had made you feel weak like all those things people said about omegas were true.

Jungkook felt furious at your dismissal. He set his jaw and walked out, followed by a worried Jin, Namjoon stayed.

"Y/n..." He started.

"I'm a bit busy right now, do you mind?" You say your back turned to him your hands gripping the dining table. You felt like collapsing and hiding and never having to face anything or anyone.

"Ok." You hear footsteps and the closing of the door.

You crouch hands still gripping the table and cry.

Since Suyeon had taken a leave both because of health and that her pack was going on a vacation. So you had taken over her work and made sure to keep her updated.

Right now you were busy going through the list of sponsors. Then you had to check on the planned choreography and music to see if it was appropriate. You sat in a coffee shop near the campus deciding to do the last of your assignments before you had to meet up with the others at the dance studio.

You smelt the cotton candy before raising your head and coming face to face with a smiling Yeonjun.

"Is this seat free?"

"Yes." You reply making some space on the table.

"Did you check the group our meeting has been preponed."

"Yes to when."

"Fifteen minutes give or take." He replies.

You hide your face with your palms.

"Could you please ask them to make my order takeaway."

"On it sweets."

You backtrack on the nickname but choose to ignore it.You focus on saving and collecting your things.

Wearing your backpack. You are ready to leave.

Yeonjun takes you to Dance studio using a shortcut. It's a bit shady but you feel a slight thrill going through the back and even using some staff entrances.

Luckily Taehee is just talking to the choreographer. To your surprise you note Jungkook is there too. You make eye contact with each other and nod.

It's the first time he sees you after you shut him out. And after thier was a pack meeting where he got scolded for not completing his assignment on time. Namjoon and Hoseok were in especially bad mood after Namjoon told them you hadn't even opened the gifts. The pack felt at loss. Jungkook still didn't know why he couldn't say that he wanted to court you.

He knew somewhere deep inside that he needed to get his act together but his initial irrational behaviour left him with no point to start. He knew nothing about you. Unlike the pack with whom you'd spent plenty time. The only thing he was familiar with was your scent.

The music starts. He notes the boy you've come with.

"Y/n-ie keep your eyes on me." The boy says winking.

An uncomfortable feeling grows in Jungkook's gut.

Then he starts dancing. Making his movements larger and fanciful. Seductive. Grudgingly Jungkook admits he's a decent dancer. You think so too apparently.

"Wow that's cool. How do you even make the time to practice." You say.

"I'm a vampire y/n." He jokes. And you laugh at him.

You look at your clock.

"It's time to see the sponsor." You say.

"Cool I will take a shower. You change if you want to." Yeonjun says.

You nod you had bought a formal outfit. To make a good impression.

Pasqal Inc.

The building stood in the buisness District. You were slightly surprised at what sponsor Suho had managed to score. Even though it would be permanent after their Chief financial Officer signed the agreement.

You felt confident in a powder blue outfit which coincidentally matched the logo. Yeonjun too looked good in a suit.

Nothing like Namjoon. Your brain supplied.

You were greeted by an employee who led you to the boardroom.

If you thought Namjoon looked good with a suit. You were definitely not prepared for the site of Jin.You hoped you weren't drooling. He looked nothing less than a movie star. And you were left again to wonder how he could be so gorgeous.

He smiled as he greeted you and you might have been imagining it but you felt it was genuinely happy to see you. You couldn't help but shy away especially as the previous incident came to mind.

You left most of the talking to Yeonjun. Only answering when asked. You tried not to look at Jin.

As soon as the meeting was over you felt relief rush over you.

On your way back Yeonjun wanted to use the restroom so you waited with both of your belongings.

"Hello Y/nie." A familiar voice called out. You turn to find Hobi.

"Hi." You reply.

"What are you doing at Jin's" He asks.

"It's for the sponsorship of thier college." Jin says coming out in the waiting area.

"I brought you lunch jwan." Hobi says showing the lunch case.

"Thank you hobi." Jin smiles.

"Ofcourse.. but I'm so jealous you got to meet y/n at your work."

"What can I say fate favors the fair."

"You just made that up hyung."

Jin cackles. Because he did.

You smiled unconsciously.

Jins phone rang. "I'm sorry. Duty calls. See you later. Nice brooch by the way." He says leaving.

You realise its the brooch Hobi had gifted you a while back before the incident with Jungkook happened. You feel heat rise to your cheeks.

Hoseok coos at your embarrassed countenance. You really are too cute.

"Let's go y/n" Yeonjun calls you.

"I need to go." You mumble as you hurry away. "It was nice meeting you." You say and leave.

Hoseok watches you go talk to the boy 'alpha' that came with you and the two of you leave. He couldn't help but be concerned. Afterall the first time he met you... he didn't want to imagine what could have happened. But he also knew somewhere it was also because he envied the ease with which you interacted with this new boy.

He really hated misunderstandings. He had zero patience for books or movies which featured the trope. It had to be iconic that he had to watch it play out in his life.

On his way out he heard you giggle at something Yeonjun said. He took a deep breath and turned away. Plugging his earphones. He should probably do a choreography to something dramatic and sad. Maybe Jimin would have some suggestions. It was time he uploaded something to his channel.

Note: I'm not an expert in or have ever witnessed an allergic reaction.

Ok so stuff happened. And jk is stubborn because Jungkook is stubborn and he's not a person who wants to admit he wrong. But trust me. He shall learn his lesson. I have watched too many jeonlous compilations to not take full advantage. I'm going to rematch some things haha. Anyhow let me know how it goes.

Happy valentines 💝 everyone... I'm kinda happy I finished it lol but also that's why it might not be edited but also I'm not great at that anyway. I cringe at my writing sometimes especially when previously I thought it was the greatest I ever wrote 😅 . OK bye until next time.

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[kittywritesfics]

the night kept coming

… in which you and jimin are exiled from a place that was never really home and find much more than you lost with the kim pack.

#bts fanfic #bts au #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts abo #bts werewolf au #bts ao3 #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim seokjin x reader #bts supernatural au

[frieschan]

does anyone know abt a fanfic thats ot7 x reader but abo? Yoongi and Jungkook run a tattoo shop i think? or hair parlor?? and theyre alphas, jin is an omega and is a doctor, taehyung is a baker, hobi is a chef, i think tae was a beta?? I DONT REMEMBER BUT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP!! the reader was also a human but something happened and for plot reasons im not saying anything (also her parents suck)

#bts x reader #ot7 x reader #abo ot7 x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #kim seokjin x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim taehyung x reader #min yoongi x reader #park jimin x reader #help

[bts-fic-collection]

i'm desperate to find this fic! its a jikook abo college au where jimin is the nerd who has to tutor jock!jk cause hes failing a class. i remember jimin has asthma and it might've been a slow burn? i hope you can find it though! 🙇‍♀️😅

Hi there - I can't seem to find a specific fic which matches this description, so here's a few I found, and maybe one of them will be the one you're looking for :)

Hoodwinked by Jungkookie_chips

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 18,357

Summary: Jeongguk’s gaze had gone from inexpressive to a hardened, more aggravated glare by the time Jimin finished his speech. He bends down to grab his bag and Jimin feels both shocked and relieved, thinking Jeongguk is giving up already and inadvertently releasing Jimin from the promise that confines him. But then he comes back up and slams a travel mug onto the table, the sound piercing through the silent atmosphere. Jimin doesn’t have to look around to know everyone else in the room is staring at them and he has to refrain from blowing up on Jeongguk, knowing it’ll only make the situation worse.

“What the fuck is this?” Jimin hisses.

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or: Jeongguk is at risk of failing some of his courses for the third time. Jimin is asked to save Jeongguk from his own downfall.

Dismissed by jeonslegends

Rating: E

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 349,577

Summary: Omega Park Jimin is a university student who has a deep love for dancing, warm coffee, and his best friend Taehyung. Although he is somewhat a hopeless romantic, he has put off finding true love until after graduation because his last heartbreak lead him to believe that college boys "are a huge, unfulfilling waste of his time".

Jeon Jungkook is an Alpha starting his first year of teaching as a math professor at the same university fresh out of graduate school. He plans on asking to hire one of his students as a tutor to assist him with the class until he is settled in...

As it turns out, Jimin excels in math and finds himself in need of little extra cash, and it definitely doesn't hurt that his new math professor smells like his favorite kind of warm drink.

Butter by FearthePrettyPeople

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 89,050

Summary: Jungkook and Jimin meet twice.

The second time is when Jungkook needs a tutor to better understand Critical Theory and Jimin is just the man to help him. Not to mention it will look great on Jimin's record while he applies to the doctoral program.

The first time was entirely different and soon, Jungkook finds Jimin out.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as smoothly when someone else finds out what Jimin does for work.

#ask #jikook #jimin #jungkook #college au #tutor au #enemies to lovers #abo au #smut #Rating: E