#werewolf lee know

[therhythmafterthesummer]

IBDIJEUIDJBEYAI

I JUST HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT!!

Kitten surprising Min with her old school uniform and a lil role play. His mind is racing from the skirt and the memories and he can like touch her how he always imagined her

-🥝

you're so absolutely right, kiwi. this was a humongous brain moment.

i've had this ask in my inbox since mid-august bc i just had to write something I HAD TO since it stirred something within me. thankfully, i recently figured out how i wanted to go about this, and finally got to writing it💜

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you probably don’t really need to read any of the other instalments to understand this one, although it's highly recommended!). | Word Count: ~3k | Themes & Warnings: Supernatural/Fantasy AU · Smut · Fluff · Established Relationship · role-playing as high schoolers (disclaimer: they’re both consenting adults fulfilling fantasies of their past, neither are genuinely attracted to minors in any way) · nipple play · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is on birth control] · a smidge of a breeding kink · cumshot · barely proof-read as it usually is with these “drabbles”...

minors do not interact.

“Min–Minho…”

Oh, how sweet you sounded when you said his name like that… It was just how he’d dreamt it’d be. He’d heard you before, of course. But not in this situation, in this particular setting…

“My dad could be home anytime now–Oh, shit…” Your words got caught in your throat the second he bit one of your nipples. How could he not, when you were on his lap, with your uniform shirt open, and your bra just down enough for him to play with your chest.

“Shh, it’ll be fine, kitten”, Minho mumbled against the swell of your breast, leaving a love bite that he hoped would be visible when you wore one of your low tops. “If he were to come home, you know he doesn’t bother us when we’re doing our homework…”

You whined as soon as his mouth reattached to your nipple, as he gently rolled the other between his thumb and index finger… Your hands buried in his hair, keeping him close while you rolled your hips to find some friction against his crotch. The pressure had his mouth salivating further, borderline drooling all over your nipple like the dog he’d recently become.

Or, at least, in this fantasy, he had probably been turned a few years prior…

When you and Minho had come to your father’s house today to help him clean up some of your old stuff from your childhood room, Minho certainly hadn’t expected for the afternoon to take him right here. To him sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in his school uniform, with you sitting on his lap, and dressed in your school uniform.

It had been such an impromptu thing… You found the pieces of clothing at the bottom of your dresser, forgotten from the last time you wore them in your final year. Back then, you always kept a spare change of Minho’s uniform for those nights when he unexpectedly stayed over.

‘Ohhhh, you should put it on. I used to love how the uniform looked on you’, you’d told him as you handed him the dress shirt with the school’s logo on it, and the white vest top he used to wear under it.

‘Alright, but only if you put on yours. The whole thing. I also loved how you looked in that uniform’, he’d told you immediately, because it was the truth. That plaid skirt and the white button-up used to make stellar appearances in his teenage-hormones-driven wet dreams. 

He used to feel embarrassed about it. You were his best friend in this world, and the fact that he found himself daydreaming of how it’d look like if he took a peek under your skirt, or how it’d feel if he buried his face in your cleavage, certainly made him feel guilty.

Now, as an adult well into his twenties, after you both shared your affections, he no longer felt as guilty about it. Especially after learning that you yourself had those thoughts about him back then, too.

When you put on that uniform shy of fifteen minutes ago, Minho was reminded of all those thoughts he used to have, of all the sleepless nights and hidden chubs at school… It hit him then that maybe this was exactly why he loved seeing you in skirts so much in present day. A result of his teenage-self’s never fulfilled desires.

Sure, he couldn’t button his shirt since his shoulders and arms had broadened with age, and your skirt was certainly much shorter than it used to be, but that didn’t stop either of you from falling into your roles.

‘Mmm… It’s almost like we have just come back from school and are getting ready to get some work done’, you chuckled as you looked at yourself in the mirror and adjusted your thigh high socks.

That sentence alone lit up the bulb in his head, it sparked a naughty little idea that he knew you’d either entertain or laugh about. Either result was fine by him, so he had no qualms when he walked behind you, and looked at you through the mirror.

Calling your name as he placed his hands on your waist, Minho had asked you to turn around to face him. ‘There’s… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long… Please don’t be mad…’

Minho feigned nervousness, like he was once again that boy that had seemingly unrequited feelings for his best friend.

‘I really, really like you… Can’t stop thinking about you. How’d it be like to kiss you, to feel you close in ways other than platonic. You’re my best friend, and I cherish that deeply, but I just… I like you so much’, funny thing, how those were pretty much the same words he’d wanted to say to you back then. Words he had practised in front of the mirror a few times, but he was always too much of a coward to actually tell you.

You looked at him in what Minho figured was feigned shock. Oh, how he loved you… You just knew him so well, and knew exactly what he was doing without saying a single word. ‘I… I like you, too. Have liked you for so long, Minho…’

Minho had cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He kissed you as if he’d never done it before, desperately, hungrily, no time for being tender and soft when all he’d wanted was to devour you whole. And you had retaliated, of course. You’d pulled him close by the collar of his shirt and pressed your chest to his, kissing him with fervour.

‘Even if I’m… If I’m now…’ A beast, was what he wanted to say as he spoke between kisses. Minho had maybe fallen a little too well into this role of his younger self. He could still remember how insecure he used to be about his condition, how he looked down on himself after being infected with this goddamn lycanthropy… Those were feelings that no longer existed within him, he had now long since accepted this was part of him. If anything, with time, he’d embraced it. 

‘I’d like you even if… Even if you were a worm’, you replied simply, making him giggle, which in turn made you giggle.

Minho scooped you into his arms after that, and he walked the remaining steps to your childhood bed so he could sit on it with you on his lap. In no time, he was groping you over your shirt, under your skirt, and you had started to beg for him to touch you more.

His instincts were stunted, you knew that, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have this animal side to him. Sometimes, especially when he was horny, that animalistic side of him took over his logical mind, and, back when he was a teen, he could recall having a harder time with certain feelings and emotions like these. So, he let them cloud his reason a bit as he fulfilled this little fantasy of his…

Minho ripped your shirt open, the buttons flew all over your room, and you gasped when he buried his head between your breasts. The thing was also a bit too tight on you, so he was sure you wouldn’t miss the garment if it got ripped a bit in the process.

You scrambled to take a hold of his hands, bringing them to your chest so he could fondle you over your bra, once again begging him to touch you. To ‘Please, please, Minho, touch me. I need it. I need you…’

And he was sure his cock was about to pop out of his jeans with how hard it got at your desperation.

So here you were, grinding into each other, on your childhood bed while Minho feasted on your tits.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby. Harder. Do it harder…” 

How could he deny you when you sounded so needy? When he’d wanted to do this for so long? 

He bit harder, pinched harder, pulling strangled sounds of pleasure out of your lips. The more attention he gave to your chest, the more you rolled your hips against him, effectively pulling sounds of pleasure out of his lips.

His senses were flooded by you. The smell of your arousal on your lavender scent, your weight of him, the taste of your skin on his tongue, all combined had him almost delirious, especially when his free hand found its way under that godforsaken skirt of yours to tightly grope one of your buttocks.

“Baby, I think I’m… I might…”

Fuck, if you came just from him playing with your chest and you grinding your cunt on the tent in his jeans, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself. Although, he supposed coming in his underwear would’ve been a very accurate representation of what would’ve happened if his teenage self had ever had the opportunity to have you on him like this…

Minho couldn’t help but groan when you tightened your grip on his hair, when you started to roll your hips faster, harder… God, all he wanted right now was for the girl of his dreams to come, he needed to feel you trembling in his hold, to drown in your scent so he could convince himself this was happening.

Seeing you come, holding you tight while you did, was just absolutely delightful. You bit on your fist to keep your moans contained, while your whole body shook with your release.

Minho had to make the conscious effort not to blow right then and there. He was sure that if this had happened back when you were still that young, he would’ve certainly done so. He imagined that this would’ve probably been your first sexual experience together, that you’d laugh about how he soiled his underwear and how needy you’d been, before you laid down and cuddled for a bit…

Maybe you would’ve had sex a different time, on a different day where you were sure your dad wouldn’t come back home… But this wasn’t about being fully realistic, this was about having fun while fulfilling a shared fantasy.

“Fuck, Minho, baby, stop… I’m sore…”

Minho finally pulled himself away from your chest, mumbling a very unconvincing ‘Sorry’ before he attached his lips to the pulse point on your neck, relishing how fast your blood was pumping in your veins.

“You’re so fucking hot, my kitten. I’ve been dreaming of this moment, y’know?” He mumbled in your ear, taking one of your breasts in his hand to fondle the flesh, with special care to not stimulate your nipple too much.

“Me too, baby…” You were still trembling occasionally within his arms, taking deep breaths to get your racing heart to slow down inside your chest. “I’ve wanted this so bad… Even… Even touched myself thinking about it”.

“Mmm, fuck…” Minho started sucking love bites on your neck, following this faint need in his gut to leave his mark on you. “Have you?”

“I have… Sometimes, I did it while we slept in the same room”.

Minho wasn’t sure if this was you playing your fantasy, or if this was a real thing that happened, but, being honest, it didn’t matter. It made his mind disconnect completely as soon as the words came out of your mouth regardless.

Before he could even register it himself, he had stood up and thrown you on the bed, eliciting a shaky, surprised gasp from your lips. In a second, he was on you, kissing you hard, messily, even desperately. Your limbs wrapped around him, your arms around his neck, and your legs around his middle, bringing him further down to lay flush against you in your heated kiss.

He was dizzy, lightheaded, and for a second, he almost believed he was in the past, that he was making out with you on your bed after school, that he was about to lose his virginity to his best friend.

“Fuck, I need to put it in…” Minho barely detached his lips from yours while he spoke, just kept messily kissing you between words as he ground his hips to your core. “Please, please let me put it in… Need you…”

“We–we need a condom, Min”, your hands found their way under his top, where they settled to caress his back, making him shiver. “I don’t have any here”.

“Fuck, I don’t have any, either”, Minho left your lips to instead attach his own to your collarbones, to nibble on the sensitive skin, making you whine. “I’ll pull out. I got quick reflexes, it’ll be fine, please…”

He certainly was playing into this horny-teenage-boy thing all too well. Although, he was sure his younger self wouldn’t have been this stupid to believe just ‘pulling out’ would be an effective contraceptive, and surely neither would you. After all, back then, your dad made sure you both knew about being safe, which Minho was grateful for to this day. 

Regardless, the very real implant you had in your arm made it so he could play like this, so you both could play like this.

“Shit, you’ll pull out?” Your hands trembled when they found his backside and squeezed him. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Promise, kitten. Cross my heart”.

One of your hands left his bum to move to his crotch, where you cupped and squeezed him and overall felt him over the fabric of his jeans. He couldn’t help but buck his hips to let you feel as much as you could of him. “Fuck, okay. But Min… I’m not sure this will fit…”

“It will. I’m sure it will. It has to. You trust me, no?”

With a deep breath, biting your lip, you nodded. “Trust you with my life”. 

When Minho pulled himself away from your hold, he just had to tell you how fucking gorgeous you looked with your hair all messy, your tits out, your ripped shirt, and that fucking skirt… The hem pooled on your belly, exposing your underwear and the mouth-watering wet-patch on them.

God, he wanted a taste… But there wasn’t enough time for that right now.

Minho hastily unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his length. You swore under your breath, taking him into your hand and spreading the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip so you could easily stroke him. 

“Baby, please…” You guided him to your core. With your free hand, you pulled your underwear to the side, and dragged the tip of his cock all over your folds. “Need it. Need you, Minho…”

One day you’d be the death of him, he was sure. 

Under normal circumstances, Minho would’ve stretched you open with his fingers, he would’ve made sure you were absolutely ready to take that annoyingly big alpha cock of his. But he figured skipping the step would be a bit more… in character.

“Oh, fuck, fuck…” Minho pushed himself into your heat slowly, letting your walls adjust to his length with what he hoped wasn’t much discomfort. He knew that if there had been any, you would’ve said the word that would immediately stop everything you were doing. “That’s so fucking tight…”

You whined, not necessarily in discomfort, but in that way that made him know you were feeling impatient. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you tried to push on his backside to get him to get in already. “Please, I need it all. Now”.

“Shit–!” As soon as Minho bottomed out and had propped himself on his forearms, you took a hold of his hair and pulled him down for a messy kiss.

There was just so much spit. Everything was so sloppy and messy and he was honestly enjoying it way more than he ever thought he would.

“Fuck, you’re so hard… Can’t believe you fit”, you mumbled breathlessly against his lips, releasing his hair to place your hands on his back.

“Didn’t doubt–Shit, if you keep clenching like that I’ll come, kitten… Didn’t doubt I’d fit right in. Isn’t this cunt for me? Hm? Hasn’t it always been?” Minho didn’t even give you time to respond, he just started to thrust, a borderline animalistic pace that had you biting on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

There was nothing but heavy breaths and desperate groans and whines and moans… Nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin and the headboard hitting the wall and your nails sinking on his clothed back…

Minho vaguely realised he was growling with each thrust. Like an animal. He was making all these sounds like the animal he was. And every time he did, your body just immediately reacted. Either by clawing at his back, or biting harder on his shoulder, or clamping hard around his length…

It was honestly driving him crazy. It reminded him that, ultimately, you accepted him, that you loved him just as he was. What an odd, but pleasant reflexion to make when you both were fucking, and pretending to be your teenage selves at that.

“It–It is”, you meekly mumbled after a while, and Minho, a bit puzzled, pulled himself away from your neck to look you in the eyes. “It’s yours. Has always been. I’ve always been”.

Minho swore loudly, throwing his head back once your words registered properly in his hazy mind. Your cunt was his, you were his. You’ve always been…

That reassurance, coupled with the vice grip of your walls, got him so incredibly close…

“Fuck, kitten, gonna come. Need to–need to pull out”, Minho was panting, drunk on the pleasure he was feeling and the fog clouding his reason.

Your legs tightened around his frame, keeping him as close as you could while he kept thrusting into you. “What if–What if you don’t?”

“Oh, God… Don’t say that…”

“Why? What if I want your puppies? Hm?”

He was going to die. Minho was sure he was seeing the gates of heaven open up right in front of him.

“C–can’t. We can’t…” Shaking his head, Minho tried his best to hold back, a titanic effort with how fucking good you were making him feel, with how fucking in love with you he was.

“Can’t…?” There was a pout on your lips, highlighted by your blown pupils, and Minho, once again, shook his head in response.

Minho just desperately shook his head. “Kitten, baby, please…”

The hold of your legs relented. Minho immediately straightened himself and pulled out of your warmth to take his cock in one of his hands while the other gripped your hip tightly. One, two pumps and he was groaning deeply, coming all over your underwear, over your mound and your now only partially exposed folds.

The sight was nothing short of exquisite. Your wrinkled, open shirt, your tits still falling out of your bra, with your nipples slightly puffy after all the attention Minho had given them, the skirt hunched at your waist, and your underwear drenched in his cum… 

Minho felt light, satisfied, and, as he tried to catch his breath, he just took you in.

After a few moments of silence–silence, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the ringing in his ears–a grin made its way to your face, and, a second after, you broke into laughter. It made him laugh, too. Maybe uncontrollably so.

“Oh, that was awesome”, you chuckled, wiping the tears that had collected in your eyes at your outburst. “So good”. 

“Totally agree”, Minho leaned into you to press a brief kiss on your lips before he left the bed to find a face towel from your dresser to clean up the stupid amounts of cum that had come out of his stupid monster cock off of your body.

“‘Suppose it was a good thing that my dad isn’t coming until very late today. It would’ve been seriously awkward to explain what was going on if he found us… Well, like this”, you started shrugging your shirt off as soon as Minho had finished cleaning you up, and proceeded to work the couple of buttons on your skirt.

“I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the sight, to be honest”, Minho chuckled, getting out of his shirt and vest top as well to put his t-shirt back on and do his jeans. 

As soon as you two were dressed properly and in clean clothes, you both laid back down, unbothered by the soiled sheets. Minho simply pulled you into his arms, and pressed a brief kiss on your forehead before he hugged you close.

“Kitten…” Minho mumbled against your hair after a while, dragging his hand up and down your back in a gentle caress. “Was that true?”

You absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest, shapes that he could’ve sworn were hearts and stars. “Was what true?”

“Y’know… that thing about… About you touching yourself while I was in the same room…”

You pulled yourself away from his hold a bit so you could look him in the eyes. A smile came to your lips, right before you started opening your mouth to speak.

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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟑

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: werewolf!lee know x reader

Warning: fluff, werewolf au/soulmate au

How ironic was it? You always thought that Minho was cold, not even having any emotions, and extremely grumpy. But after he brought you home, you wasn't sure anymore. Well, he could have just let you walk through the cold rain but he ran to you and helped you not getting completely soaked. He even gave you his jacket.

It seemed like he cared. He does have emotions but he just doesn't show them to everyone. And that made it even more precious to you that he showed you that side.

The next day after Minho had brought you to your home, you wanted to finish the project because you must present your results on monday. You contacted him via his number he gave you in the library. Since it was weekend, you two decided to meet at a local café in the afternoon and not in the college.

Honestly, you were a little bit nervous to meet him there. Would it look like a date? What should you wear?

An hour later, you arrived at the small café and saw Minho already sitting at a table. With a shy smile you approached him and sat in front of him. His facial expressions cold like always. Maybe you were wrong and he was indeed always closed off. But yesterday he was so caring for you. Maybe you just need to patient.

While Minho had his expression under control, in him was a storm. Since you walked in with that cute smile, his inner wolf acted crazy. It drove him insane. And gosh. You were so pretty in your common look, a sweater and black jeans.

His wolf wanted to appear on the surface and he did everything he could to stop him. Just this one meeting with you and then he could hold his distance again. Before he couldn't hold himself back to fall for you.

"Shall we start?" You said and he just nodded, opening his books.

....

After hours of silently working next to eachother, only talking a small amount, it was finally done. You just need to present it and then you were done.

Minho confused you.

During the whole time he was distant and only spoke when he must. But you saw that sometimes his eyes turned a little bit brighter and his expressions softened only to become cold once again. It seemed like he was in an inner conflict.

You packed everything back into your backpack and payed for your coffee that you drank during your time there. It was already dark outside, so you wanted to get home as soon as you could. You said goodbye to each other and started your walk home.

You were nearly home when you saw two men coming towards you. You held your head down and sped up. As you went past them, you could feel their eyes on you and one calls out to you. "Hey Sweetie, wanna join us?"

The other one laughs and yor breath hitches. You nearly ran away from them but you heard their fast footsteps behind you. "Why are you running away, darling? Don't you wanna have some fun?" They said and cornered you.

You tried to flee but there was no chance. You shook as you heard another person coming in your direction.

"Leave her alone." A low voice growled animalistic. Literally. Like a wolf or a dog. At first you didn't remember his voice. But as his face was lighted by the streetlight, you didn't believe your eyes. It was Minho.

His eyes seemed bright. The brown colour was now golden, you could swear. But maybe it was just the bad light and the fear to see things that aren't reality.

"Yeah? And what are you? Her saviour in shining armour?" One of these men joked and turned to you again. His smell reached your nose and you scrunched it because his breath smelled like alcohol.

"I said. Let her alone now" Minho snarled with a calm voice but there was definitely a threat behind it.

As the man wanted to touch your hair, Minho grabbed his hand at a unnatural pace and turned it hurtful. Minho punched him in the face and let him stumble backwards. Both men didn't risk anything and ran away staggering.

Immediately, Minho turned to you. A careful look on his face as he searched for any wounds. Just then your legs gave out and you sank together.

He was already by your side and let you bury your head against his chest while the tears wet his sweater. "It's okay, y/n. I'm here. I'll protect you" he mumbled.

Fortunately, he had found you. After leaving the café, his inner wolf was nervous. He didn't want to leave your side. It was hard to control it, especially when the full moon was this week and his wolf became stronger and stronger these days.

After five minutes, his wolf side went suddenly berserk. Without knowing he swirled around and ran in the direction where your apartment was.

As he saw you in that corner with these two idiots nearly all over you. Something in him switched. Maybe it was his mate bond but a possessiveness took over and the sudden urge to protect you.

He closed his arms around you and he layed his head on top of yours while instinctively rubbing his chin over it. Without even noticing, he scented you not only to leave his smell on you so that every other wolf knew that you belonged to him but also to calm himself and his inner wolf.

He wouldn't believe it but he heard his inner wolf purr at the physical touch with his mate. He never purred before.

After some time, you calmed down. "Come, Y/n. I bring you home" he said and helped you up. It was only a two minutes walk where both of you were silent. You still tried to process what just happened and Minho could literally see your thoughts swirling in your head. But he didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt you.

In front of your door, he stopped. " Thanks Minho. You saved me from these guys. I owe you something" you said while your voice was still sore from all the crying. "It's alright Y/n. Rest well." He reassured and said goodbye.

....

Since that day, Minho was always on your mind. You wanted to thank him for saving you from these crazy boys. So, after a successful presentation, you asked him if you could buy him lunch this evening.

Minho didn't expect that. He still doesn't want you as a mate. That wouldn't change. Right? He tried to find a lame excuse but you managed to get him agreeing.

The rest of his day, he was nervous. Constantly thinking about your meal together after his last class at 4:30 pm.

You already waited for him outside the classroom, talking to a guy he often saw you with. And then it hit him. Maybe you had a boyfriend. That never came up to his mind. Was that your boyfriend?

But the more important question was: why didn't he like this thought of you being in love? He wasn't interested in you. Yeah, you were a simple friend, a normal classmate and nothing more. Even if you were his mate. He doesn't need you.

As you saw Minho walking towards you, you bid goodbye to the other boy and smiled at the wolf in front of you. "Your boyfriend?" He asked with knitted brows and cold expressions on his face. You snorted and your smile grew wider.

"No, ew. He is like a brother to me".

He exhaled the air he didn't notice he held. "Alright. What do you want to eat?"

He didn't need to think about that. There was that beautiful restaurant near the campus where the food was great. With his pack, he ate there every once in a while.

So, he guided you to that restaurant. During your walk, you didn't talk that much but it was a comfortable silence between you. You just enjoyed each others presence.

He held the door open for you and followed you to a table for two. He already knew what he wanted to eat, so he could admire his view. You being the view.

Your hair was messy like always after long classes but it was rather sweet. They looked just puffy and like they couldn't be tamed. Like you, he thought.

As the waiter took your orders, you two held an easy conversation and chatted about everything and anything. It was like Minho was the same man in the rain or on the street that evening. There was the loving and caring side of him but also the cold one where he would hide his emotions behind a facade. You liked both sides. Both of them belonged to him and made him so much more interesting and individual.

And you loved every smile that he gave you. When you told him something funny about your childhood, he giggled and you liked that sound. It made you fell safe. Like coming home. And that confused you. You barely knew him but it felt like you two have known each other for over a decade.

....

The dinner was perfect and he walked you home. You were still angry at him because he didn't let you pay for it. It should be a 'thank you' for him but instead he pulled his card out and gave it to the waiter before you even noticed that the waiter came to you. Of course you felt bad because you were supposed to pay for it.

But he was stubborn. Even after he paid, you wanted to give him the money he spend but he refused with a small smirk and you pouting.

You talked so much in that time and you only realised once more that you liked Minho. With every second he was with you, you admired him more and more. You didn't want to admit it but maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush on that sweet boy next to you.

The walk back to your apartment was short, to short for your liking and soon you two stood in front of your door. Nervous, you played with your fingers. You didn't know what to say. Should you invite him in? No, that was too much. You just kept looking at him and he kept looking at you.

His eyes wandered all around your face, once in a while stopping at your mouth but only for a second or two. Without even noticing he slowly leaned forward, hypnotized by how you wet your lips with your tongue.

Your eyes were on his perfect lips and you also reduced the small distance between you. Your breath hitched and you already felt his warm breath on your lips.

You overcame the last few centimetres that separated you from each other and crashed your lips against his. Slowly, you moved your lips in a rhythm and you slipped a hand into Minho's soft hair, pushing you two more together.

In that moment, Minho felt just joy and desire for you. You were just a girl and he a simple boy that fell for you. Without a mate bond and being a werewolf. Your smell was wrapped around him, making him wanting to smell nothing but you, just you. He leaned more into your passionate kiss, turning it into a heated one.

His inner wolf purred because he loved to be this intimate with his mate. It was like pure heaven.

But suddenly everything came back all at once. You weren't just a girl, no, you were his mate. The mate that he never wanted. He hated you. He was just attracted to you because of the mate bond. Yes, that was it. Nothing more.

He pulled back harshly, making you stumble before you catched yourself. You looked confused at the boy in front of you while you still tried to catch your breath. The loving expression was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was that cold one again. The walls that you started to torn down where already pulled up once more.

" Minho, is everything alright?" You asked with a thin voice. "Yeah, no. I-uhm. I will go home now" He said uninterested like you didn't kiss a few seconds ago. You already expected a rejection because of his facial expressions afterwards but really hearing it pained your heart.

Yet, he was nearly running away from you. "Minho!" You yelled and followed him. "I'm so sorry that I kissed you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

He kept avoiding your gaze and just nodded before he continued to walk away, leaving you at your porch.

...

Fuck. He fucked up royally. He should have himself under control. That kiss was something that should not have happened. Now it will be even more difficult to ignore and avoid you. He opens the door to the pack house and slammed it shut behind him.

As he walked through the living room to walk up the stairs to his room, he was stopped by Han.

"And? How was your first date with Y/n?" Han asked as he wiggled with his eyebrows. "It wasn't a date, Han. She just thanked me for helping her"

"Definitely. Come on, did you kiss?"

"How comes that you even know about our meeting?" Minho snarled as he wanted to change the topic.

"Well, I saw you walking away with her. Like a lovesick puppy following his owner" Han answered, ignoring the annoyed tone of his best friend.

"I'm not a lovesick puppy!" Minho called out. He just felt emotionally drained and wanted nothing more than this day to be over.

"Yeah, anyway. Did you kiss?" His best friend asked once again. Apparently Minho found his fingers way more interesting than Han.

Immediately, Han knew what was going on. "You really kissed her! I'm so happy for you" He grinned widely but stopped as he saw his unhappy expressions.

"Minho, isn't that a good thing? Are you not happy?"

"No! Obliviously not! I don't like her. It's just because of the bond that I fell a pull towards her." The wolf shouted and sat on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"Is that really the reason why you deny it? You think it's only the mate bond?"

"Of course it is!"

Han sighed and shook his head. His best friend can be so stubborn sometimes.

....

The following days, Minho avoided you. Wherever you are he would bring so much distance between you as possible. In class, he sat on the other corner of the room and as soon as the class was over, he stormed out without looking back.

It hurt you, definitely. Maybe you shouldn't have kissed him. It was a terrible idea. Maybe it was too soon for bringing this intimacy in your relationship. It definitely wasn't your intention to chase him away. It just felt right in that moment and now you couldn't believe how dumb you were. He just saw you as a friend and you interpreted it terribly wrong.You are ashamed from your own actions.

And the worst is that you don't know how you should interact with him now.

....

You just checked where your next class was, when you suddenly bumped into someone. You quickly apologised and collected the papers from the ground that must have fallen down.

"I'm so sorry. I-" you stopped mid sentence as you realised who you walked into.

"Minho..."

His expressions cold as always. "It's okay Y/n"

He said calmly as he already turned around to leave. You grabbed his his jacket lightly before he could leave. "I'm sorry. For the kiss. I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't my intention to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable"

"It's okay Y/n" he said again. As if there wasn't that big silence between you. Like it was a completely normal talk between classes.

You nodded and let go of his jacket. "I-uhm I need to go to my next class. So bye" you answered quickly and ran to the next classroom.

Minho just watched you leave. His inner wolf growled at him for ignoring his mate that way. But he couldn't care less. The less you were around him the better. The better he could force himself not to like you.

Weeks passed like that. Just small conversations here and there. You realised that you need to forget about your feelings for him. Shutting them out and throw away the key. In the meantime you met new friends in college.

Weeks ago you had met Wooyoung in the library. You will never forget how he just placed himself next to and gave you the biggest smile you had ever seen. He introduced himself as Wooyoung and immediately started talking about his homeworks. You just smiled while focusing back on your book. Since then, he literally followed you everywhere just like a sweet, but confident, puppy with so much energy. But you liked it.

One day, he introduced you to his friend group and now they seem to have adopted you. They were like one big family and chaotic as hell. You loved their silly nature.

Still, you spend the most time with Woo as he was like a best friend to you. At first, his love giving character scared you but you became used to the man that was literally glued to your hip.

Minho on the other hand didn't like your relationship with that boy. He and his friends were another bunch of werewolves and hated that Wooyoung was so clingy. Whenever Minho was in your near, your smell was almost completely suppressed by the other wolf's scent. It drove him insane.

His instincts nearly forced him to bring you closer to him, scent you and to mark you as his. But that would mean that he would accept you as mate.

After the mark, that would forever be on your skin, you two were bound together till death. It's like a marriage but it lasts for the eternity.

...

Right now, you sat on you favourite place in the library with Woo glued to your side while you studied for the upcoming exam. You just smiled as he cuddled closer to you, leaning his head on your should.

"What's up with that guy?" He said as he looked around. You looked up and Woo nodded to the left where Minho read calmly in a book.

"Oh, that's Lee Minho. You might know him. We have some classes together. Why?" You asked and turned your attention back to your work.

Woo moved closer to your ear. "Because he keeps staring at us. And doesn't look like he enjoyed his view." "Really?" You questioned and knitted your brows.

"Would looks kill then I will be six feet under right know. I think he is jealous" Woo stated and that confused you more.

"Why should he be jealous?" You spoke your thoughts out loud while glancing to the left.

"We'll see" Before you could ask what Wooyoung meant with that he placed his lips against your cheek and kissed it. Instantly, you turned red with wide eyes. But Woo just smirked and watched Minho's reaction.

Minho clenched his fists. It should be him next to you. Him. Not that puppy that touched something that isn't his. Minho swallowed a snarl and quickly packed all his things to sprint out of the library. His inner wolf was wild.

He couldn't spend any more seconds in that hell. He felt sick. Why did he push you away that night? Why? Just because he was afraid that you just loved him because of the bond? Yeah he was dump back then. But now Wooyoung replaced him, just because he neglected you. And the worst thing is that he couldn't blame you. He himself would have given up a long time ago.

...

"He definitely is jealous, sweetie." Woo stated with a smirk. "Yeah and extremely angry. I should look after him" You said and ran after him. "Go get him, sweetie!" Your best friend yelled and laughed. Instantly, he was scolded for being too loud.

You sprinted through the hallway and kept looking for the man you loved.

And there he was, walking with hastily steps to the entrance. "Minho!" You yelled and catched up to him. Your breath was uneven from not being used to running. Maybe you should go to the gym more. You placed your hand on his arm to get him to stop. His whole body was tense and in his eyes was that storm and fire but also hurt.

"Minho I-" Before you could even finish that sentence he cupped your cheeks with his warm hands and pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was hard and full of unspoken feelings. Your hands sneaked around his waist to pull him even closer.

After some time you broke your kiss to breath again. He layed his forehead against yours and looked you deep into the eyes while his brown hair tickled you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry that I didn't realised it before" He whispered against your lips and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

"It's okay" You said and leaned in to get another kiss.

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werewolf au pt 2!!!!!!! here are the long awaited rest of the members <3

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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

PREVIOUS NEXT

CHAPTER ONE: MY LITTLE PUP

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

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“Y-You’re..” You breathed out. “The king?” His large hands gripped your waist gently to steady you and he nodded at you with a soft smile. You moved away from him and bowed to him, your eyes never left the floor after that. You were nervous and even though you knew he would never hurt you, you were scared. “It’s an honor to meet you, your majesty.”  You felt his soft warm fingers brush against your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“You will never have to call me by that title.” He said softly. “You can call me by my name. You are to be my queen.” Your head was in a daze as you stared into his eyes. He looked to the King and bowed to him. “I will be taking her back to my kingdom now. Please make sure her father is notified of everything.” He said quietly. He reached out for your hand and you stared at it for a moment. You could run, you could refuse this. You weren’t meant to be a queen, let alone to supernatural creatures. But something in you knew that if you dared to try and back out, neither king would let you. 

You hesitantly put your hand in his, yours felt so small compared to his. He led you out of the great hall. Once the doors closed he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. Your eyes widened at the action. He held you tightly in his arms and let out a shaky breath as his head nuzzled into your neck. The feeling of his breath against your skin made you shiver. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I know this is all overwhelming for you. But when the offer of marriage to form an alliance was offered to me, I couldn’t think of anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else.” He pulled away to look into your eyes and caressed your cheek. “You do not love me now, but I promise I will do everything I can to earn it.” Your cheeks flushed at his words and you looked up at him shyly. 

“Why?” You asked quietly. “Why did you choose me? I have nothing to offer you. I’m not royalty, I’m just a farm girl.” He chuckled at your words and brushed his thumb across your lips. The action only makes your cheeks turn even redder. 

“Because from the moment I first saw you in those woods, I knew you were meant to be mine.” He stated softly and pulled away from you. Your heart skipped a beat and you looked at him in shock. He smirked at how flustered he had made you and took your hand in his once more. He led you outside where a few men stood guard of his carriage. They bowed to both of you and you nodded to them shyly. One opened the carriage door and Chan helped you inside. He sat across from you in the carriage and gave you a beautiful smile before telling the men that you were ready to leave. 

The ride was long, you didn’t realize how deep in the forest their kingdom was. You stared out the window and stared out into the woods, taking in every detail. You felt fingers brush against yours and looked to see him taking your hand in his. Your cheeks flushed and you looked at your entwined shyly. 

“I told you the next time we met you could ask me anything.” He said softly. You looked up at him and almost melted at the way he was looking at you. His eyes were so warm, gentle and soft. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Your eyes went back to your hands as he brushed his thumb across the top of your hand. His touch made you feel safe and warm. 

“Does it hurt when you change?” You asked quietly. “I heard a transformation for werewolves can be quite painful.” He smiled softly at the question and shook his head. 

“No it doesn’t, at least not anymore. The first couple of times are painful. But eventually you can shift without issue whenever you need. You don’t even need moonlight to do it. Though humans believe it’s the moon that makes us change, that only really happens on your first shift. Once you control the wolf inside you, there’s no need to depend on the moon.” You listened to him and you looked at him with curious eyes. 

“Are the men that are with us wolves too?” You asked softly. “I heard stories about you in the village. They said you always have seven wolves by your side.”  He nodded in response. 

“Yes, all of them are werewolves as well. They are my knights, but they are also my brothers. We may not share the same mother, but they have always been family to me. When we were young, poachers killed our parents.” Your heart ached and you squeezed his hand. 

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered. “My mother died when I was young as well. My father never told me how, He said it wasn’t something he could bring himself to ever tell me. He said she died in the woods, I think that’s why I was always drawn there. I thought maybe I could feel her around me if I stayed long enough.” The way he looked at you made your stomach flip. You had never had someone so beautiful, so perfect, and so kind look at you in the way that he did. 

“Any other questions my little pup?” He asked softly. Your heart pounded and you looked down at your entwined hands once more. You needed to know one thing and after that you didn’t care about anything else. 

“Do you love me? Is that why you chose me?” You asked quietly, you didn’t dare look up at him. His fingers brushed against your cheek before tilting your chin up to look at him. His eyes now showed much more emotion, there was desire, longing, need. In seconds he towered over you and pressed his plump lips to yours. You froze as you felt him lay you down on the seat. His chest pressed flush against you as he kissed you slowly and softly. Your eyes fluttered closed and you melted into him, your lips pressing back against his as your fingers tangled into his hair. Your lips moved passionately against each other until you both had to pull back for air. Panting softly, Chan looked deep into your eyes as he nipped at your lips. 

“I do.” He whispered softly. “From the first moment I saw you I have loved you. When I saw you sitting against that tree, the sunlight made you glow like an angel. I knew at that moment no one else would ever compare, my heart was yours.” He leaned down and kissed your lips again this time with more passion and need. You whimpered as he pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him as you kissed back, your heart was pounding and you found yourself aching to be closer to him. His hips rocked up into you and you gasped into his mouth. You felt him nip at your lips and you pulled him closer pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss. He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.

“We need to stop.” He panted softly. “If we continue like this I won't be able to control myself. I don’t want to claim you here, I want it to be perfect when you and I finally become one. Not in a carriage.” You blushed deeply at his words and covered your face in your hands in embarrassment. He grinned at your reaction and pulled your hands away. “Don’t hide from me, little pup. What happened just now is only a taste of what is in store for us.” Your heart fluttered at the thought as he reached up to fix your hair. “I can’t wait to make you mine, my love.” 

He pulled you close to him and pressed his lips to yours again but this time it was soft and gentle. You nuzzled your face in his neck, feeling extremely shy after what had just happened. But in truth, you couldn’t wait as well. The way his touch set your skin ablaze, the way his lips felt against yours, the feeling was indescribable. In that brief moment you were in heaven. You could tell that falling for him might not be as difficult as you once thought. You sighed happily as his fingers brushed through your hair and soon fell into a peaceful sleep. 

Chan held you close and watched you as he slept peacefully in his arms. He couldn’t even describe how happy he was to finally have you. He was going to make you his queen one way or another, but the opportunity to bring peace to his people was something he couldn’t deny. 

“Your Majesty, we are here!” The coachmen announced. Chan looked at you softly and pressed his lips to your forehead. You whimpered softly and stirred in his arms. The sight alone made his heart melt. 

“My little pup.” He cooed softly. “We are home.” Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him shyly. You moved out of his arms with a deep blush on your cheeks. He chuckled and pulled you back to him. “You are the cutest thing in this world.” He breathed out before pressing his lips to yours. “Come on, time to  see your new home.”

SURPRISE MOTHAFUCKA! 🤣🤣

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to post it. I hope you all like it! Chapter two is already complete and ready to go and it is SPICYYY.

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Skz Pack: Bad First Impression

Author's Note: Nothing much this time. All feedback is welcome.

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, descriptions of shaking from fear, jealousy, one hit with a spoon

Word Count: 2,058

You and Jeongin were laying in bed when he got a call from one of his Hyung’s. He sat up a little to talk, allowing you to rest your head on his lap.

“Yes Minho-hyung?” He asks. You could hear every other word. ‘Bring…the..home.’ Bring what home? Also Minho… that’s Chan’s moonmate. Did Chan need something from Jeongin?

You just sat there confused as Jeongin continued to talk. “No, I can't do that because it is too early.”

After another five minutes of back and forth, Jeongin turns towards you. “Jagiya?” He asks softly.

“Hmm?” You answer by looking up from your own phone which was on Pokemon Go. “Minho-hyung wants to meet you today.” You freeze a little. Your introduction to Chan still had you a little shook. You didn’t expect to be so whipped by him damn near immediately. Could you handle meeting another pack member so soon?

“Oh um.. What does he want to do together?” You ask unsure if you can commit to anything. There is some back and forth before Jeongin looks at you. 

“Did you want to cook with him and another member of our pack? They are making dinner and dessert in an hour or so.” You look up at the ceiling. What could go wrong?

“Sure. Is it okay if I cook with them instead of us watching a movie?” You check with him. “Yeah sure. I’ll just go to the library to study. I can take you to our place.”

“Okay thank you.” You both get ready to head outside. Jeongin drives you to their home and kisses you goodbye as you exit the car. You go to the front door and take a deep breath. They aren’t monsters; they are regular people. They won’t hurt you. You knock on the door, finally having found the courage to do so.

A man wearing a headband with ears answers the door. He had brown hair, but you could tell it was dyed beforehand. His facial expression was very serious as he waved at Jeongin. Jeongin finally drove off knowing that you would be safe with his pack mates. After leading you inside, the mystery man sits you at the table across from another man. 

“I’m Minho and this is Felix.” Felix had blonde hair similar to Chan’s. Most people in this household had light hair apparently. They both wore sweatshirts and pajama bottoms with slippers. Minho had no jewelry on at all, but Felix had on some silver rings. 

“Was I supposed to wear my pajamas?” You questioned feeling a little less included. It wasn’t intentional obviously; they probably just happened to be cold and wore similar things. Also, you didn’t own many sweatshirts, so you would have had to wear a high school one.

“No, it is fine. We bought you some things to wear too” That is how you ended up in a sweatshirt and matching pajama bottoms just like the two men. Felix smiles as you return “You look great.”

“Thank you… are we cooking something big or small?” You ask kindly. You were not a chef in any way, so this would be an experience for you.

“Oh it’s okay you can just watch. We really just wanted to know about you. Jeongin and Chan seem fond of you.” Minho clarifies as he gets some ingredients from the cabinet.

“Oh? Chan has mentioned me?” 

“For sure! He said you were nice but very shy. We waited some time before seeing you solely to make sure you didn’t feel like you were meeting us all back to back.” Felix chirps. He is chipper; he is prepping some kind of meat.

“Thank you for giving me such a grace period. I am very nervous as I’m sure Jeongin told you guys. I just don’t want to make a bad first impression.” You explained, playing with your fingers as you looked at Minho.

He hummed before looking at you. “I think you’re overthinking it. Don’t worry. We won’t eat you. Unless you want to be eaten.” He places a hand on your shoulder temporarily before going back to the counter. 

As cooking ensues, you fade into the background taking on minor roles Minho asks you to do. While Felix keeps an eye on you from a distance, you are guided by Minho on how to do certain tasks.

“I didn’t grow up being in the kitchen with my parents. I feel bad for needing so much assistance. I appreciate it though. Hopefully, I can prepare a meal alone for you guys.” 

Minho smiles and nods. “It would take some weight off mine and Chan’s shoulders considering we handle all those responsibilities alone.”

You felt a little at ease with Minho, but he still held a lot of power around here. As well as, his natural aura just gave off serious and dangerous. Felix hasn’t said much, so you still felt very tense around him. 

“Is Jeongin being considerate towards you? He isn’t causing any trouble right?” Minho’s questions make you laugh. “He is being very considerate. Jeongin is so sweet. You guys have raised a nice pup.” You jokingly respond. 

“So he’s touchy with you or is he distant? Jeongin isn’t that affectionate with us.”

“He is affectionate and likes to cuddle, but I don’t know if that’s just him being nice towards me.” Minho raises an eyebrow. 

“So you’re very affectionate?”

“According to Jeongin, he and Chan think I am touched starved. They think getting me used to regular affection will help.”

“That’s useful to know for us. We can give you the right kind of affection. So physical touch is big for you. I hope we can all honor that well. I am not necessarily touchy so..” 

You laugh at him not finishing the sentence. Minho seems so considerate. It doesn’t bother you that you probably won’t get much affection from him. Hopefully, he just accepts your presence first.

You are helping Minho very efficiently, in your opinion when the topic of your childhood comes into play. “So are your parents both also wolves?” You kind of freeze at the thought of your parents before nodding. “They are indeed. My dad was a beta and my mother an omega. She always wanted an alpha though and made it all of our problems. She wanted me to settle down with a nice alpha.”

“Not her living through you. Parents are really something else. I’m glad you have Jeongin though. He indeed is a nice alpha. I’m assuming you’ve had your fair share of bad alpha’s.”

You nod as you try to continue stirring the bowl Minho had given you, but your hands were shaking so badly. You could feel the air from that night. The adrenaline as you ran for your life from the scariest wolf you’ve ever seen in your life.

You end up dropping the bowl off the counter by accident and give an immediate apology as you use your shaky hands to attempt to clean it up on all fours. Minho takes your hands as he squats next to you. “It’s okay.. I’m sorry to have triggered such bad memories for you.” 

You were confused as the night went on. You get to know Minho a little, and he’s very nice to you. However, Felix hasn’t said much still even after dinner is done. Minho decided to take some time to clean up a little in their dining room while you and Felix prepare dessert.

“We are really trying to incorporate you into our household because your Jeongin’s mate. He deserves to be happy, but it’s not like we are going to be all buddy buddy like.” Felix explains to you softly, like he was saying something considerate, as he mixes together ingredients for what looks like cookies.

You kinda deflate a little, the shine leaving your eyes. He doesn’t want to do this just to know you. I mean these are Jeongin’s friends. You should have expected them to still be only Jeongin’s friends. The friend’s of your partner are not always your own friends. 

You assist him as he asks and afterwards you grab your things to leave. Minho asks, “Are you sure you can’t join us for dinner considering you helped make it?” You reply with a simple nod and bow before leaving. You start walking home in the cold and dark given that it is too late to ask Jeongin for a ride considering you left already, and you no longer feel comfortable asking any of his packmates.

The feeling of sadness washes over you as you walk in the wintery air. Luckily, it was winter, so you could play off crying as just tears from the wind. You thought you had possibly found a new family, a place to call your own. After feeling less than accepted by Felix, you crawled into a hole again. Could you ever face them again? You are feeling guilty for even wanting to join their pack.

Once arriving home, you took a long shower and prepared for bed. Jeongin texts you afterwards asking ‘Are you okay? You could have asked me to take you home.’ You don't feel the best mentally, so you simply ignore it and go to bed. The next morning you wake up to the sound of pounding on your door. 

Feeling groggy you get out of bed and head to the door, you croak out a “who is it?” as you look out the peep hole to see Jeongin. “It’s me!” He practically yells. You slowly open the door and by the look on his face he is angry. “Come in.” Before you can even finish, he comes inside and looks at you before sighing. 

You close the door before moving towards the kitchen, not sure what to say. He follows you standing in front of the fridge you were just about to open. “I was worried sick about my poor girlfriend who just chose to not answer my text like she couldn’t be kidnapped, sick, or hurt.” You feel a ping of guilt because you forgot someone actually cares about you, especially after last night.

“I’m sorry Jeongin. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and I did not consider how it would affect you by not responding.” You look into his eyes before looking down. You can’t hold eye contact for long; he deserves to be mad. He hugs you tightly before resting his head on your shoulder. “Don’t do that again, please?” You quickly nod and hug back.

You haven’t even cleaned yourself up yet or eaten. Jeongin still looks at you as if you are the prettiest girl in the world. You smile as he kisses your cheek and asks how it went last night.

“It was fine. Did you want breakfast?” 

“You’re sure? Also, breakfast sounds great. We can make it together.”

“Yes, I'm sure. It wasn’t naturally buddy buddy, but we will all come to terms sooner or later.” You grab the things out of your fridge. Unknown to you, Jeongin didn’t feel the best about that answer. They better get buddy-like with you quickly or face his wrath.

Throwing on his grandma voice, he begins to cook. “They better get with or i’m gonna hit them.”

“Oh? I’m so sorry grandma. I will be sure to tell them that.” You respond between laughs. He hits you with a wooden spoon. “I’m serious! I will tell them there's no need for you to do it.” 

You smile and rub your arm. “You are lucky I love you. I could hit you back.”

“Look at you! These young children are so violent these days. I have to teach you all a lesson. Young whipper snappers.” He does the slouch as well. You are laughing so hard tears fill your eyes. Jeongin was glad you were happier now.

You both go on to make a beautiful breakfast for you both. Uploading pictures and selfies to your Instagram for fun. It was starting to be a good day for you two. You were trying to ignore the feeling lingering over you that you wouldn’t be accepted into the pack. Yet, Jeongin could tell by the slight change in your scent that something was bothering you, and he was determined to figure out what happened last night.

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MiM au Dave really goes thru it

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[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Cramps

When Lee Know gets home from work, he finds that his Omega hasn’t come downstairs all day.

Pairing: Stray Kids Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Werewolf, ABO, Fluff

Minho’s POV

The chilly winter air follows him in, a few stray snowflakes melting into his hair. He closes the door quickly, stomping off his feet and unwinding his scarf. Hyunjin sits on the same spot on the couch as he did this morning, his sketchbook settled in his lap. He’s hunched over his drawing, his fingers moving in delicate movements. A quick scent of the air reveals that everyone else is home, though some of the scents are fainter than others.

“Where’s my Omega?” Minho hangs up his scarf and shucks off his jacket, hanging it up too. His shoes are then lined up and he puts on his slippers.

“Hyung, we literally have three Omegas, you have to be more specific than that,” Hyunjin’s voice holds no venom, his voice slightly vague. He has a hard time answering questions when he’s drawing, or holding a conversation.

“You know exactly who I mean,” Minho rolls his eyes.

“She’s still asleep. I checked on her earlier and she was still in her nest. I think she’s not feeling well today,” Chan sticks his head through the doorway to the kitchen, his hair just a little bit wild.

“I’ll go check on her,” Minho sighs and runs his hand through his faintly damp hair, trudging up the stairs and pausing outside the door.

He knocks faintly and when there’s no response, he pushes it open. Just the top of her head is poking out of the pile of blankets, the pile faintly rising and falling with her breathing. A faint scent in the air combined with her own sweet scent lets him know exactly what’s going on. He hums and perches on the edge of the bed, just outside of the nest. He gently runs his fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle into his hand.

“Baby, are you cramping today?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. She nods against his hand, a small pout on her lips,” Want Alpha to cuddle you? Use my hands like a heating pad?”

“Please,” She says softly, scooting forward to allow him to crawl in behind her.

He’s faintly glad he wore sweatpants today so he doesn’t have to worry about wearing jeans to bed as he climbs in behind her. She has a bad habit of trying to suffer in silence. She worries so much about the idea that we’ll worry about her that if she doesn’t feel well, she would rather hide it. Sometimes, she gets really bad cramps when she’s on her period and she just suffers through. Since werewolves have higher body temps, when she feels crappy, sometimes she’ll let me use my hands like a mini space heater to help with the pain.

“I’ve got you,” He says softly, nuzzling into her hair. The shirt she’s wearing is obnoxiously big on her so it’s probably Changbin’s. It falls off of one shoulder, which he quickly presses a kiss to. His hands slide under the shirt to rest on her lower stomach, feeling her jump a little,” Sorry, I just got him so they’re a little chilly.”

“S’okay. Love you Alpha,” She mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Love you too, babygirl. We’re gonna nap for an hour and then you have to come downstairs and eat something, okay?” He presses a kiss to the back of her head,” I know you don’t like to eat when you’re cramping but you need something in your stomach. At least some soup or something.”

A small purr leaves her in response as he falls back asleep in his arms. He feels better now that she’s back in his arms. He could feel through the bound that she felt uncomfortable today but he had to work so he didn’t have time to come home and check on her. Now, with her here, everything is fine. Then he can check on the rest of his packmates after their nap as his gentle Omega’s gentle purrs lull him to sleep.

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i'll love you anyways.

Despite Seungmin’s distaste for humans, Minho is still eager to know more about him. He finds himself drawn to the werewolf’s elusive nature, and fuelled by his own hubris, believes he might stand a chance in finding his way past the walls he puts up. What he doesn’t consider, however, is what it truly means to be an animal. Dogs will still bite.

Lee Know/Kim Seungmin (minor minchan + hyunsung)

General audiences, warning for somewhat graphic depictions of violence. Werewolf Au, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

WC: 4.9k

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“Do you want me to talk to him, then?”

Chan looks at him, eyebrows knitted together in surprise as he stares at the man behind the counter. He says it like it’s the most obvious, unsurprising statement in the world– he’s never really taken an interest in the whole werewolf thing. Why now?

“Min– Are you sure?” 

Chan asks, peering over the counter, fiddling with the loose shift key on his laptop’s keyboard. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Minho turns to him languidly, placing the glass down somewhere under the counter where Chan can’t see. He watches intently as he unties the back of his apron, deft fingers working at the knot. He’d offer him some help– hell, he’d jump right over the bar if he asked him to. But, in true Minho fashion, he’s never one to bother asking. They’re the same in that regard, so Chan can’t be too upset over it– but the sudden interest stings, just a bit. Mostly because it’s not him he’s interested in.

Chan sighs, closing the lid of his laptop a little harder than intended. The sound makes him wince, and even earns an unreadable expression from Minho, looking back over his shoulder as he hangs his apron up on a hook. 

“I suppose you’re right. Whenever you’re free then, yeah? There’s no rush.”

Chan murmurs, packing his laptop into his bag with a bit too much faff– as if to drag out the moment, busy himself so he can spend just a second longer with Minho. 

“I’ll drop by tomorrow, if I have time. Now get out, I have to close up shop– for real this time.”

Minho has a slight bite in his tone– playful, but still enough to make him feel a little askew. It’s probably his feelings, stirring up in his chest that’s making him feel this way. He’ll be fine in a couple days, he promises. It’s just a wolf thing, he’s sure.

The restaurant’s always a cozy place after hours. Chan began frequenting the place at exactly when it would close– just to bother the handsome bartender that’d work there in the evenings. The smell of dish soap and residual alcohol paired with idle chatter about everything and nothing at all was enough to keep him coming back– the empty restaurant, a place reserved for them, and them only. Chan offers one last look at Minho, the dim lighting of the bar perfectly accentuating his features. Chan doesn’t notice he’s staring until Minho makes a face at him– something between playful annoyance and exasperation. 

“Alright, alright, I’m leaving!”

Chan says, with a laugh he forces from his throat. Minho rolls his eyes, turning his back to him as he busies himself with something behind the counter again. The clack of the restaurant doors punctuate Chan’s departure. Minho doesn’t see him leave. 

—

The trek up to Chan’s place– Chan’s estate, he should say– is more than a little rough, to say the least. The path up is overgrown, just barely trodden down enough to weave through the dead undergrowth, and that’s not to mention the thick snow blanketing the woods it’s surrounded by. Minho parked his car a little ways down– the driveway is long enough, (and maybe a little scary if you’re visiting in the evening) but nothing his old four by four can’t handle. Minho himself, however.. Well, he’s doing good enough against the elements, he supposes. 

It’s not a long walk, really.  After a couple minutes, he can finally see the ridiculous expanse of the house from beyond the thicket. According to Chan, it was his grandparents’ home before they passed away. His parents had planned to sell it, until Chan had mentioned he’d take responsibility for the place if he moved in, the reason being that it was situated relatively close to his University. They’d agreed, and Chan was granted the keys, the house now repurposed from a comfortable family home to a literal den of wolves. 

Minho kicks the snow from his boots at the door, scraping his heels against the doormat before he lets himself in. He’s just about to bend down and untie his laces when he’s startled by the loud clacking of claws against the hardwood floor– and before he can even process what’s happening, he’s bombarded by a flurry of white fur and incessant panting.

“Jeongin-ah– yes, okay, yeah– hello to you too.”

Jeongin barks at him, yipping like a dog and spinning in circles in pure, barely contained excitement. By far Jeongin is the least skilled in controlling his wolf form, turning into a big hulking mass of white fur at even the slightest provocation– and when Jeongin pushes his head into the palm of Minho’s hand, he’s promptly reminded of how much he is insistently not a dog person. 

It takes a good few minutes and a couple of scratches behind the ear until Jeongin finally loses his interest, disappearing off to god knows where. Maybe he’ll go lie in the middle of the hallway, or somewhere else mildly inconvenient, he thinks as he rolls his eyes. Minho shucks off his shoes and his coat, hanging them neatly on the hook by the door, and then bee-lines to the kitchen before he can make his rounds of the house.

Here’s the thing about werewolves– they eat like crazy. And to nobody’s surprise, when Minho opens the cupboards and checks the fridge, they’re once again near empty. He makes a mental note of things he needs to buy, filing through each drawer to see what’s missing. Vegetables, fruits, meat, snacks, the instant ramen Chan likes to buy in bulk. Minho isn’t obligated to go grocery shopping for them– it’s not his job, and it’s not like he has to. But, with the convenient excuse of “you’ve got a big kitchen, and you never use it?” Minho makes sure all the wolves (and Changbin) are at least fed when he makes the time to visit. 

Once he’s done nosing about their kitchen, Minho saunters out and toward the living room, almost tripping over a sleeping Jeongin in the doorframe. He carefully steps over the comically large animal, trying his best not to wake the slumbering beast, before making his way over to the couch. 

When Minho gets close enough to peer over the back of the sofa, he finds Han sprawled out over the cushions, reading some manga he’s far too absorbed in, his awestruck expression telling. From what he can make out from the head of dirty blonde hair buried into the crook of Han’s neck, Hyunjin is the one laying atop him, chest rising and falling being enough evidence that he’s asleep.

It takes a moment before Han finally notices Minho, and he smiles.

“Ah- hyung! Are you making dinner?” Han grins, but it’s shortly replaced with a look of concern as Hyunjin stirs, an irritable drawl escaping from the blonde. 

“Maybe,” Minho responds, his voice just above a whisper. “I’ll have to get groceries first. But- I’m not here for that, anyways. Do you know if Seungmin’s in?”

Han blinks at him. “Seungmin? Why? I mean, he’s home.” He says, making sure to quieten his tone. “He’s in his room.”

All Minho does is nod in return, his gaze wandering past Han and toward the fireplace situated opposite. He squints, meandering his way around the couch and the cushions spilling onto the floor before crouching down in front of the fire. He chucks in a couple bits of wood, poking the charcoal around with the fireplace poker. Han’s voice breaks through the white noise of the crackling fire.

“Wait, so- why Seungmin, again?” 

Minho stands, staring at the fireplace. “I said I’d talk to him.” His words are quick, nonchalant. “For Chan.” 

Minho turns back to Han, who gives him a look. Something somewhat unreadable, but speaks of concern nonetheless.

“Right.. Be careful, then.” Is all Han musters, returning to the manga he was so interested in.

Minho takes this as his cue to leave, leaning over the couch to offer a flick to the back of Hyunjin’s head with his thumb and index finger, scurrying out of the room before Hyunjin can retaliate. A sly laugh escapes him as he hears Hyunjin’s whine of complaint, followed by Han’s laughter and playful bickering between them. The exchange stirs a warmth in Minho’s chest. 

—

The stairs creak beneath Minho’s feet, his steps slipping into the ever so slightly dented hardwood, smoothened by time and continuous use. It’s difficult to make out in the dark, but he can see the claw marks torn through the staining as he walks his way up. At one point, they’d made him uneasy– a testament to what they were, still beasts as much as they were men. But the smaller scratches made it a bit more bearable, and oddly enough, more human. It served as proof that Chan and his siblings had lived here prior, kids who were just as unruly as puppies, crashing about this home just as the others do now. A smile tugs at his lips as he imagines a younger Chan, scurrying down the same hallway as Jeongin does now. More than fear, he feels familiarity. 

Minho doesn’t bother turning the lights on in the hallway. For some reason, the wolves don’t seem to mind the dark, and so he doesn’t bother intruding on their habitual behaviour. The window from the end of the hallway pours in enough evening light for him to find his way to Seungmin’s bedroom door, and he knocks once, twice– only to be met with no response.

The thing about Seungmin, from what Minho has been told, is that he’s just a little bit more difficult than the other canines. Nobody’s really sure what he was like before Chan found him, only that Chan has known him longest, and that even Chan doesn’t really know much about him, either. He’s kind, though, Minho notes, dawdling behind Seungmin’s bedroom door. He has a witty sense of humour that contrasts well with his dry nature– he could get a chuckle out of anyone. And despite his elusive nature, his eyes are kind and puppy-like, carrying demeanour somewhat softer than that of a wolf. To put it simply, Minho isn’t scared of him. Why would he be?

“Kim Seungmin,” Minho calls, rapping his knuckles against the door again. “I’m going for a walk. Come with me.” 

“I don’t want to.”

Their conversations are usually like this. A gentle demand, met quickly with defiance, tumbling into bickering akin to that of a married couple’s. But Seungmin’s a homebody, and Minho knows a walk would be good for him, so he knocks, again. He can hear Seungmin groan from behind the door.

“I need to take my dog for a walk. Come on, Seungmin-ah. Let’s go” 

Minho is met with a palpable silence, but before he can lift his hand to knock again, the door abruptly swings open. Seungmin’s hair is dishevelled, tufts of fluffy brown sticking out from all angles– he seems to have just woken from a nap. In an attempt to fix his unkempt hair, he shakes his head like a dog.

“I’m not your dog.” Seungmin says, which Minho thinks is a bit ironic. 

“I’ll be downstairs. Come on, before it gets dark.” Minho says, wandering back down the hallway and toward the stairway. 

Seungmin huffs. “Fine. Give me a minute.”

—

Fiddling with the locks on the back door, Minho finally breaks them from where they’re frozen stiff, sliding the latch free with a resounding clack. It takes a bit of a push to actually get the door open, accounting for all the snow that had piled up in front of it. A big puff of air escapes into steam as he heaves, exuding the last of his effort against the door and kicking away the residual snow, just for his own convenience.

“SEUNGMIN-AH” Minho booms, knowing that the moody wolf is probably biding his time. 

He’s met with silence for the most part, and he sniffs loudly as he feels the cold begin to bite at his nose. He wants to get moving– it would warm him up, if anything. Truth be told, he doesn’t really want to go for a hike in such frosty weather, casting a glance to the expanse of woodland waiting before him. Even so, the setting sun offers at least some sliver of warmth on his skin, and the orangey glow it casts on the woods makes the whole ordeal seem a bit more appealing.

He’s just about to close the door, turn tail and head back into the warmth of the house, until a blur of mousey brown fur dashes past him quicker than he can begin to comprehend it. He watches as the figure dashes up the slope– now realising it’s Seungmin– and disappearing off into the woods before Minho can even ask him to wait. He’s left dumbfounded, his brows pulled together in shock. So much for a walk.

Still, Minho obliges. He closes the door behind him and begrudgingly makes the trek up the slope, shuffling through thick snow towards the woodland awaiting him. There isn’t a pathway through the woods, but he’s walked through enough times to somewhat know his way around. In the winter, the ferns and foliage tall enough to tickle his neck become flattened by a blanket of white, devoid of life and colour in its entirety. It’s beautifully still, quiet save for the occasional birdsong. The crunch of dead twigs and frost beneath his feet seem almost deafening in the silence.

He recalls something Chan said before, about territory and instincts, the thought prompted by Seungmin’s paw prints he’d been absent-mindedly following through the snow. Although the woodland belongs to Chan under the lease of the land owned by his grandparents, the way werewolves operate around territory is completely different. Despite being humans, and despite understanding that the territory might be Chan’s legally, there are other werewolves that still fight for the same land, like actual animals. Chan had made a point to express how stupid he knew it sounded– why would they, as people, need to dispute like animals over the idea of territory of all things? He’d laughed awkwardly, as if admitting it was embarrassing.

It took Minho a while to wrap his head around it. Despite their humanity, they, too, are still animals. It was something Minho knew he could never understand– an inhuman instinct to act solely based on an inherent force of nature. That it is something you must do, regardless of what your mind may convince you otherwise. “That's why Hyunjin’s so.. Jittery.” Chan had explained one evening, “He’s got all these desires, and no outlet.”

That night, Chan had put the idea of being a werewolf truly into perspective for Minho. Instinct was something their body needed to act upon. To deny themselves of their nature was to deny themselves of what made them human, too, reducing all of their feelings into anxiety and pent up frustration– like the jittery, fearful mess Hyunjin was when they had first met, fuelled by his own cognitive dissonance.

Minho slows his pace, soon realising that Seungmin’s paw prints had led to a mass of shrubbery and dead foliage, disappearing beyond where he could follow. He chews his lip, furrowing his brows as he wanders ahead, finding himself in a clearing blanketed in white. The boughs of the trees part, the sky greeting him with a smattering of clouds, accompanied by an array of pink and orange hues. He sighs into the collar of his coat.

What Chan had said began to make sense, but it begged another question that Minho couldn’t bring himself to ask. What was Seungmin’s deal, then? The question that had spurred on the current situation in the first place, what kept his gaze following the brunette every time he stayed round, captivated by what he could not decipher.

Why did Seungmin lean so much into his instinct, over being human instead?

Minho stares at the ground, kicking up a lump of snow as he mulls it over in his brain. He’s not really sure what to think, but he’s broken from his trance when the sound of paws thrumming against snow calls to his attention, a blur of brown appearing in his peripheral vision. He lifts his head, and opens his mouth to speak–

“Seungm-”

Two bodies collide, one intercepting the other as they hurtle through the snow, tossing up white as they writhe against the ground, a cacophony of growls and snarls orchestrated between the two as they snap at one another’s throats. When the larger rears onto his hind legs, Minho can tell it’s Seungmin, his mottled brown fur dishevelled and matted red. As he brings down his paws, the force is so mighty that Minho can feel it reverberate through the ground, his breath suddenly catching in his throat. He doesn’t realise he’s hyperventilating until he stumbles backward, his back hitting the bark of the tree behind him and startling him from his shock.

The noise the other creature makes is terrifying, a whine so pained that it rings in his ears. He watches as the other wolf desperately tries to pull itself out from under Seungmin, gnashing its fangs in an effort to defend itself. Minho doesn’t know what scares him more– the flurry of teeth and claws and the blood spattering the snow, or the fact Seungmin is capable of holding his own and then some. 

When the other wolf finally gets free, it limps away, paws skidding in the snow as it frantically makes its escape. The silence that follows only makes Minho aware of his heart clattering against his ribs. He swallows heavily, slumping down against the tree.

The wolf turns to him. The blood drips from his maw, smeared across his muzzle. Minho holds his breath. 

Seungmin stalks up to him, body language cautious, as if he, too, is scared. The wolf lowers himself ever so slightly, head tilted to the side. Hesitantly, Minho reaches out a hand, finding his way to Seungmin’s jaw. The blood is wet and warm against his palm, and it makes him feel slightly sick, his stomach churning in disgust. However, when Seungmin gently presses the side of his head into Minho’s hand, he begins to feel a little less frightened. He heaves out a breath. 

This was their reality. It dawns on him, shaky as he withdraws his hand. Whether Minho liked it or not, whether he wanted to believe it or not– Seungmin was still an animal. Dogs still bite.

The blood is sticky between his fingers. His gaze flits to Seungmin’s, deep brown eyes meeting his own, and it’s only then the wolf moves the help Minho to his feet, nudging him up and out of the snow with his nose. 

The walk back to Chan’s home is quiet, Seungmin pressed close to Minho’s side as he guides him down through the woods. He glances up at him every now and then, but Minho doesn’t respond, his hand gently clutching at his fur instead. It offers some sort of solace between them.

Before Minho enters the house, he turns to Seungmin, drawing in a deep breath. 

“For the record,” He begins, hand loitering on the door handle as if to prepare himself. “I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.” 

They exchange a look. Seungmin can’t respond, but the look in his eyes is enough to know his words were understood. 

—

Commotion stirs up almost instantaneously as the two enter the house. Seungmin had already dashed up the stairs, but the trail of blood he leaves in his wake doesn’t go unnoticed. Jeongin —now human— was the first to catch the scent, just barely missing his bloodied housemate as he approached Minho, clearly panicking. It wasn’t long until his flustered voice had caught the attention of Han and Hyunjin from the living room, and all of a sudden it seemed the whole house had begun demanding what happened.

The biggest surprise however, was Chan, who came hurtling down the stairs at the news. Chan was usually so composed– things like this didn’t seem to phase him. They had gotten into scuffles with other wolves before, which Chan had usually confronted with utmost responsibility, solving the problems he’d been presented with without any more strife than necessary. However, in spite of what Minho had assumed, Chan had fixed him with a look he’d never been faced with before. His eyebrows were upturned with an intense worry, the ears atop his head pulled back with obvious unease. He’d practically trembled as he took Minho’s bloodied hands into his own. 

It took a bit of reasoning to finally get it through to Chan that he was okay. He’d come out unscathed, fortunately, unlike the conclusion Chan had jumped to in his fretful state. Minho promises Chan he’s fine, even if he’s not entirely sure it’s true. His response is returned by a frown and a nod. Chan knows Minho isn't the kind of person who likes to be pressed for information, but the fur that stands on end at the back of his ears tells Minho that he’s still not convinced. He takes a mental note to reassure him later. 

Minho takes a step back from the group, lifting his hands defensively.

“I’d rather just go wash this off– I promise I’m fine, alright?”

His words are taken reluctantly but still taken, and Minho uses that as his opportunity to slip away. He can still hear the others quietly discuss as he slinks through the hallway, but his mind is too exhausted to care about speculation right now. His biggest concern is washing the mess off his hands, and – Seungmin.

Minho is surprised to see him when he enters the kitchen, mostly because of the giant gash stretching from his shoulder to his upper back, dripping red down the divot of his spine. He’s not sure why he didn’t think wounds would stay consistent throughout their human and animal forms, but Minho hadn’t even noticed Seungmin had gotten hurt in the first place, the wound obscured by thick layers of fur at the time. His stomach knots up with guilt, and he chews at the inside of his cheek. 

The ears atop Seungmin’s head swivel toward Minho’s place in the doorway before Seungmin himself looks over, his body turned halfway towards him. He’s holding disinfectant and a cloth in his hands, the first aid kit laying unpacked in front of him on the counter. He doesn’t say anything, and the two hold awkward eye contact for a good couple of seconds. Minho blinks, as if it’ll break the silence. 

“What?”

Minho doesn’t respond to Seungmin’s blunt inquiry, instead making his way to the sink to wash the blood from his hands. He can hear Seungmin sigh behind him, and Minho takes a peek over his shoulder, watching the younger gently pat the disinfectant soaked cloth against his outer clavicle where the wound begins. Seungmin hisses through his teeth, pained by the sting of the alcohol– but all Minho can think about is how Seungmin is going to deal with the rest of the gash on his back. 

With a roll of his eyes, Minho dries his hands, before standing directly behind Seungmin and slinking his hands around his front, gently taking the cloth and disinfectant from his hands. Seungmin opens his mouth to protest, but as he goes to take the cloth back, he winces in pain from the sudden movement. Minho raises an eyebrow at him.

“Here, I'll do it. You won’t be able to reach, anyways.” He murmurs, wetting the cloth with more disinfectant.

Seungmin huffs, but doesn’t argue, instead turning his back to Minho. They fall into silence once again, Minho gently working at his wounds with utmost care. He’s not usually this gentle with him– with anyone, really, as long as you’re not counting his cats. Even so, when Seungmin groans through gritted teeth, shoulders stiffening at the pain, Minho pulls away until the ache subsides enough for him to continue. 

“Seungmin-ah,” Minho begins, cutting through the heavy silence settled between them. “I’m sorry. For not being more careful.” 

Seungmin doesn’t respond immediately, only gently tipping his head down. Although he’s quiet, Minho notices his knuckles flex from where his hand grips the counter. Minho continues.

“I meant what I said, at the door.” He murmurs, voice lowered as if it’s something only Seungmin should hear. “My opinion of you hasn’t changed.”

Seungmin sharply draws in a breath. 

“Does it matter?”

Minho’s surprised at the answer. A beat.

“Whether or not it does, I thought I should tell you.”

Minho is used to being reassuring. Han is someone who needs it, Hyunjin is someone who thrives off of it– Chan desires it, even if it is unspoken. But the unfortunate truth of the matter is that Seungmin is harder to read, more than anyone Minho happens to be close to. He might know him vaguely, in little snippets he’s able to concoct into a person in his mind– He’s got a witty sense of humour and a dry nature, and his eyes still remain kind despite everything. But the person beyond that is always out of reach, standing across the threshold of what Minho is granted the privilege to know. 

Minho lets out a sigh. Gently, he rests his forehead against the back of Seungmin’s unwounded shoulder. Seungmin seems startled at the contact, but doesn’t move.

“It might not matter to you,” He whispers. “But it matters to me that you know.”

“Even if I’m still violent? Even if I hurt you?” Seungmin retaliates.

He pulls away, moving to turn to Minho– fully this time. There’s a sort of malice veiling his gaze, as if to challenge Minho’s words. The side of his mouth is smeared with blood.

Minho moves to wipe it away with his thumb, delicately cradling Seungmin’s cheek. 

“Even if you hurt me” He promises.

Seungmin’s gaze holds Minho’s, the crease in his brow slightly softening. Minho watches as Seungmin’s adam's apple bobs, averting his eyes as if he’s suddenly conscious of Minho’s stare, ears lowering in a gentle act of submission. Minho swears he can feel Seungmin lean his cheek into his hand, until–

“YAH! WHY IS THERE BLOOD IN THE HALLWAY?”

The sudden yell breaks the two away from each other instantly, Seungmin jolting away and stumbling back into the counter. He hisses in pain as his lower back collides with the marble, and Minho pinches his nose bridge with annoyance, the two turning their attention to the voice now appearing in the doorway.

“Hyung, I didn’t know you were- SEUNGMIN-AH?” Changbin’s hands are full, one with his rucksack and his laptop and the other with a bag full of groceries, which he practically throws onto the kitchen island when he catches sight of the state Seungmin is in. He frets, pushing past a Minho who’s slowly backing away from the two of them. Changbin begins to ask a million questions a minute, and it’s clear Seungmin is struggling to keep up, every sentence ending with an “I’m fine,” and “It’s not a big deal.” Changbin whines, turning to Minho as if he’ll back him up.

“It’s getting late,” Minho says with an awkward laugh. “I think I should get going. I’ll come by tomorrow or something?” 

“But, wait- what happened to-”

Changbin tries to get his sentence out, but Minho is already slowly shuffling backwards out of the kitchen door. Seungmin fixes him with a look, but this time it’s something understanding. Minho discreetly nods back, and Changbin nearly misses the exchange. “Hey- what’s going on between you two-” He says, frantically glancing between them. “wait, MINHO-YAH, COME BACK-”

Minho’s already out the door before Changbin can catch him. 

—

His apartment is cold when he finally makes it home. He slips off his boots at the door, pleasantly greeted with a happy (and hungry) Soonie. The tabby meows at Minho demandingly, and so Minho crouches down, letting the orange tabby sniff at his hands. He's somewhat displeased by the dog smell– but nonetheless rubs his cheek against Minho's fingers. Minho smiles, gently scooping the cat up into his arms, to which the other two finally make themselves known, Doongie and Dori appearing at his feet as he makes his way further into his apartment.

Once the cats are fed and he finally turns the heating on, Minho returns to his bedroom. He’s about to grab a fresh pair of pyjamas and take a shower when he hears his phone buzz in his pocket, startling him. He pats around at the jeans he’s wearing, forgetting which pocket he’d put his phone in, only to find it in the pouch of his hoodie. When the screen lights up, he’s surprised to see a text from Seungmin. 

Thanks for your help earlier. I appreciate it. Is all it says, followed by a dog emoji. Minho finds himself smiling at his phone, amused by Seungmin’s stiff text. It almost makes him laugh. Almost.

No problem. He responds, with a cat emoji at the end.

He throws his phone down on his bed, running his hands through his hair. His cheeks go hot, embarrassed at how giddy this makes him. 

Goodnight, Hyung. Seungmin’s text lights up on Minho’s screen.

Minho’s heart thrums in his chest. He swears he’s going insane.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #2min #lee know #kim seungmin #werewolf au #skewiiefic

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Suggestion for the Eyes on Fire playlist

Montage of Lino watching Han with love in his eyes

Ok do yk how much I love Leona?

This is Lino watching Hanji in every lit class, across the cafeteria, in the parking lot. As poor Hanji tries to slink away, wary of the vamp giving him so much attention.

Changbin bumps Minho with his shoulder, "what's caught your attention hyung?"

He pops a blood jelly into his mouth squinting the direction that Minho was just gazing off at. Seeing nothing but the resident group of res kids piling into a shared beat up Honda civic.

"Don't let Hyunjin know you're crushing on wolf, he'll break something else. Wouldn't want it to be the bones of that pretty little pup."

#eyes on fire!au #eyes on fire!duo #idle pitching #now watch me wip #sorry I don't have much atm luce #but i do love this song #han jisung #lee know #lee minho #lino #werewolf!hanji #vampire!lino #twilight au #skz #the lucifer to my lokie #leona lewis #mars.fm

[gamerwoo]

[SKZ Imprinted] Minho: One-Eighty (Part Three)

Anonymous asked: Queen, give the people what they want, and that would be minho’s imprinted part. 3! Make it dramatic, make it life changing, give our boy some peace. Thank you for all the amazing writing 💕

Characters: Minho x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, werewolf hunter au, hurt/comfort, lots of angst, violence, guns, shooting, blood, mentions of possible death and one mention of possible suicide but nothing happens, fluff at the end i swear!!!! (it’s about time huh lmao)

Word count: 4,698

Summary: You’ve done everything you possibly can to try to make it up to Minho and his pack, but at this point, you’re not sure if you can come back from what you’ve done.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also i hope this was very dramatic and life changing <3

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You were on the couch when Elsie got home. She trudged in and kicked off her boots at the door like always before going to the couch and flopping down beside you with a long sigh.

“You were gone for a while,” you noted. “What’s wrong?”

Elsie just shook her head as it laid on the back of the couch, closing her eyes, “You don’t wanna know.”

“Well now I really want to know,” you scoffed.

“Look, _____, I love you, but I know you’ll wanna do some stupid shit when I tell you so it’s better--”

“If you’re keeping something about Minho from me--”

“It’s not about Minho, dude! Drop it,” she insisted, rubbing her face with her hands.

You stood from the couch, hands balling at your sides as you demanded, “It either has to do with Minho or Jungkook, and I wanna know what, so tell me right now, Elsie!”

Elsie cracked her eyes open and looked at you. She considered her options, unsure what you might do if she kept this from you, so she asked, “What if I don’t?”

“I’ll go find out alone,” you stated lowly, “and you can’t stop me.”

It was hard for Elsie to admit she wasn’t at least a little bit concerned for the pack when she left Seungcheol’s. But your sister was more concerned about keeping you safe over anyone else -- including the younger wolf she’d gotten not admittedly fond of, or her ‘mate’ who she was still trying to figure out. However, she knew you’d be hellbent on escaping the apartment to figure out what was wrong, and even though she was older and more experienced than you, she wasn’t sure if she could keep you trapped in the apartment all night. Plus, if anything did happen to Minho and you found out that you could’ve done something if Elsie had warned you, she knew you’d never forgive her.

With a groan, she put a hand to her forehead like she had a headache, “Tae got Chan.”

Your eyes widened as your heart sank, “What?!”

“I guess Tae was dating Aeri but she dumped him for Chan, and--”

“That’s why he skipped town?!” you realized. “Oh my god...he was dating Chan’s mate?! Holy shit--!”

“Alright, you wanted to know so bad, so can you focus?” Elsie interrupted, lifting her hand and looking up at you. “Chan’s pack is going after him, and they went to Bomi for help, but all she’s doing is helping them get in. They’re on their own after that.”

“Elsie, they’re going to die!” you cried.

“I don’t think Kookie’s with them, so maybe--”

“It doesn’t matter, you know how Namjoon and them are! Half of them are literal demons, they’ll--! ...Els...”

When you stopped panicking suddenly, Elsie got nervous. She stood and looked at you with concern, “_____...?”

Your eyes had focused elsewhere while you thought, but then they met your sister’s with a very slight grin, “Didn’t you get that angel blade off the market?”

Her eyes narrowed, “How’d you know about my angel blade...?”

Your smirk grew wider, “You’re either going to give it to me, or you’re going to bring it with us.”

“What does that mean?”

“Either you’re coming with me or I’m going alone.”

“_____, that’s literally insane. That’ll be the second time I’ve broken a treaty, and we’ll get double hell for it because it’s both of us. No way we’re making it out alive, and I--”

You gripped your sister’s arms tightly, “Will you stop trying to protect me?! I’m a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? And I already almost got Minho and his pack killed once. Els, I have to make it up to them. I need him to forgive me!”

Elsie studied you silently for what felt like forever, and you felt like time was ticking faster and faster with each passing moment. You stared into each others eyes, you waiting for her to respond, and her wondering what to do. Did she try to keep you safe, or did she let you try to redeem yourself but probably die trying?

-

Jeongin shifted, and that was when all hell really broke loose. As second in command while the alpha was subdued, Minho was doing his best to keep it together while also protecting the rest of his pack, but there was so much going on. Despite having less members than the pack, the hunters were just too strong and had too many weapons to use against them. Still Minho kept fighting until--

Bang!

The gunshot that boomed through the room took everyone by surprise, and all eyes turned to see what had happened.

“Chan!” Aeri cried as the alpha’s eyes widened and he sunk to the ground despite his mate’s best efforts.

Jeongin let out a howl and a growl ripped through Minho’s chest as his eyes zeroed in on the hunter with the gun. He yelled as he ran as fast as his legs would carrying him, throwing all his weight into the hunter, and they rolled to the ground together. Maybe this was a losing battle, but they would absolutely die trying to either get their alpha out to get the help he needed, or avenge him.

But suddenly, the lights turned off, and emergency red lights turned on. An alarm blared that made Minho flinch from the noise level hurting his ears. The hunters were clearly panicked, the one Minho had tackled scrambling to his feet as he asked their leader what to do next.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Minho turned to look, and--

‘_____.’

He just knew it was you under that helmet as you aimed your gun and fired at the first hunter you saw. The other figure -- he could tell was your sister now that he was focusing on you and not fighting the hunters -- pulled out a shiny blade from her holster and lunged at one of the hunters, who disappeared and reappeared elsewhere in a puff of smoke.

“Joon, they’ve got an angel blade!” they shouted.

‘Angel blade? Aren’t those for demon hunters?’ he thought to himself.

But knowing it was Elsie, he somehow was surprised she owned one.

Another gunshot went off, and his focus went back to you and never left you. You had aimed at someone else, and judging from the cry of pain, you didn’t miss. He hardly noticed the hunters deciding to retreat, and doing so by teleporting away. All he could focus on was you, his mate, who he hadn’t seen for way too long.

His brothers cowered in fear at the two strangers, but Minho stared like you were an angel coming to rescue them. Despite feeling indifferent toward you, now that you were in front of him after so long, he’d get down on his knees in front of you if you told him to.

“Demon hunters,” Changbin explained when Jisung had asked just who the hell these people were. “They’re the only people to have angel blades.”

Minho shook his head, barely letting out a, “N-no... That’s... No...”

Seungmin narrowed his eyes slightly as he took a step forward, recognizing his mate as well, “Elsie?”

Elsie lifted her helmet and tossed it to the side before letting down her hair, but Minho’s eyes were stuck on you. And even though he couldn’t see your eyes behind the shield, you had finally noticed his gaze. You were beyond nervous, but he could tell. He heard the quick thud of your heart as the two of you just stared at each other wordlessly, ignoring your sister and Seungmin going back and forth.

When Elsie tried explaining that it wasn’t her idea to show up, and Hyunjin wondered what exactly happened then, Minho finally got up and moved forward. His eyes stayed on you as he stopped in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your helmet. Slowly, he lifted it and met your eyes. His heart melted then and there, though he didn’t show any emotion other than awe like he had been. You, however, definitely looked nervous, but you still couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. It was like the two of you were in a trance.

You barely heard Felix breathe out, “Holy shit...”

“Can we focus here?!” Changbin demanded.

And then the pack was in full-on panic mode as they rushed to their alpha.

“_____...” Minho said your name as a breathy whisper, gently brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Minho,” your voice was soft but full of relief, feeling this must be a good sign. You reached up for his face, “Minho, I--”

With his hand that touched your face, he quickly grabbed your hand -- his grip with soft, but the speed almost startled you -- and held it so you couldn’t touch him. His eyes closed as he told you, “You need to go home.”

Your eyes that shimmered with hope were dull again as your heart sank, “But Min--”

“Go,” he said more forcefully, but his voice was still soft. “Please.”

Then he dropped your hand, turned away from you, and strode over to his alpha.

-

“Hey,” Hansol rushed through the door with Kira helping Jamie in behind him, “is everyone okay? Did they make it back?”

“Everyone’s safe,” Seungcheol reassured him.

“Chan almost died,” Soonyoung stated like he was telling Hansol the weather outside.

Hansol gave him a weird look before looking to the younger pack on the couch, “Are you guys okay?”

“Shaken up, but...” as Felix trailed off, he looked at Minho who was sulking on the floor at the end of the couch, “...mostly okay.”

Hansol nodded his head toward the upset wolf, “What happened?”

“Elsie and _____ showed up,” Seungmin sighed. “I don’t think it helped him mentally all that much.”

Hansol’s eyes widened, “Are they okay?”

“They went home,” Seungmin nodded. “I hate to admit it but they did basically save us.”

“They posed as demon hunters,” Changbin explained as Jamie situated herself by his side. “They pulled their alarm and Elsie brought an angel blade -- no fucking idea how she got her hands on one, but can’t say I’m surprised.”

Jisung looked at Seungmin, commenting, “She’s scary.”

“No she isn’t,” Jeongin scoffed.

“Where’s Chris and Aeri?” Kira wondered.

“Upstairs in Josh’s room,” Wonwoo replied. “Him and Jaehee are staying in the spare room tonight.”

“Is he healing alright?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Aya assured her.

“So...we’re good?” Hansol checked.

Hyunjin nodded his head toward Minho who still wouldn’t look at anything other than the floor, “Not quite.”

Jeonghan sighed, “I still don’t really understand what the deal is. Doesn’t _____ still wanna be with him? So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is,” Minho snapped suddenly, his hard gaze landing on the older wolf, “that she almost killed my brothers. How am I supposed to just forgive that?”

“I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of insulted if you did forgive her that quickly,” Seungmin admitted with a shrug.

“His mate at least changed her mindset, meanwhile your mate still wants to kill us,” Jeongin stated with an almost disgusted look. “You can’t talk.”

“You’re the one that’s buddy-buddy with her. How can you say she wants to kill us?”

“I think they’re both pretty okay...” Felix shrugged.

“They’re both scary,” Jisung admitted quietly.

“I hate both of ‘em,” Hyunjin stated emotionlessly.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?!” Minho burst.

“Okay, okay,” Changbin stepped in, holding his hands up to both parties calmly. “I don’t think the bickering is helping Minho’s mood. He’s clearly upset.”

“If you don’t want her to be your mate, why are you so upset that you saw her, anyway?” Hyunjin questioned.

Minho gave his brother a look like he was stupid -- which he kind of was, “I imprinted on her, I can’t un-imprint. I can’t help but love her, but...what she did...”

“I mean, if I could give my two cents on the matter,” Mingyu spoke up shyly. He cleared his throat and moved forward on the couch to speak to Minho. “When I first imprinted on Bomi, she was trying to kill Chan. She was sent to kill him or capture him or something, but she saw me and she felt the pull, and she shot me straight in the shoulder.”

“Yeah, just tell everyone we know, why don’t ya?” she mumbled from the doorway, arms crossing over her chest as she looked away.

“Oh, he’s already told everyone the story,” Seungcheol chuckled.

“I don’t hate you, do I?” Mingyu asked her. “Neither does Chan, right?”

“I kinda did for a while...” Chan muttered.

“But I still accepted you,” Mingyu stated. Then he turned to Minho again, whose expression was starting to soften as he took in the tall wolf’s words. “I knew she felt remorse as soon as she shot me. I saw the look on her face when she saw Chan cry, and I knew she wasn’t bad. Yeah, her intentions were, but she changed. And I knew maybe total change would be hard, but I knew there was hope. For you, you changed her before you were even put in that situation. And honestly, if her going in to face the hunters she worked with just to save you and your brothers doesn’t prove her to you, I don’t know what will.”

“She really did put her life on the line for your guys,” Bomi agreed. “I’ve worked with all of them long enough to know they take their deals seriously. Honestly, the fact they let Elsie off when she broke hers to rescue _____ and you guys is shocking. If they find out that they were the ‘demon hunters’ they retreated from...”

“One problem at a time, please,” Changbin said from where he was sitting beside Jamie again, sounding a little tired.

“Point is, she knows she fucked up, and she’s clearly trying to make it up to you -- all of you,” Mingyu continued. “And, no offense to your pack, but if you love her, you shouldn’t let their feelings stop you from being with her. Chan and everyone eventually came around; your brothers will, too.”

Minho’s eyes went from Mingyu to Bomi, “What were you saying about her brother’s crew?”

“Minho, that’s--”

He held his hand up to Changbin to silence him as he got up from the floor and strode over to Bomi, “How soon do you think they’d figure it out?”

Bomi shrugged, “I-I’m not really sure. I mean, we’ve all been so stressed about Bang Chan that I kinda overlooked that they could get caught... I-I’m sorry, Minho--”

Minho hardly turned to address the room as he said, “I’m going to find her.”

Felix stood, “Minho--”

Seungcheol put his arm out to stop Felix, “Let him go.”

“I’ll go with him,” Seungmin stated as Minho was already out the door. He stood and jogged to catch up.

“What, why?” Jisung exclaimed. “That’s just more of you to get into a bad situation!”

“Well he can’t do it alone,” Seungmin shrugged, turning and continuing to walk backwards so he could talk to the pack. “Besides, wherever _____ is, I’m sure my pain in the ass isn’t far behind.”

Then he turned around and jogged out of the house.

-

Elsie answered the knock, but she already knew who it was. She was in a t-shirt and some shorts, ready for the night despite the fact she knew she wouldn’t sleep at all that night.

When she opened the door, she saw a panicked Minho with Seungmin over his shoulder.

“Where’s _____?” Minho demanded as he pushed passed your sister.

She raised her eyebrows and slowly turned, “Alright, first of all, that’s fucking rude. I know you’re a werewolf but I didn’t think you were actually raised in a cave.

“Second, _____’s not here.”

Minho suddenly whipped around, “What? Where is she? Is she okay?”

Elsie just shrugged, “She said she had to go. She didn’t say how long or what for, and she didn’t say if she’d be back. I can’t stop her from leaving if she doesn’t wanna stick around with me.”

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t stop her?!” he growled. “What if the hunters find her?!”

Elsie didn’t seem amused by his tone, but she just rolled her eyes and said, “They may seem tough, but those demons shit bricks when there’s even a sign of a demon hunter. They’re not gonna go back to their HQ for a while so they’ll never know it was us -- at least for a few days.”

“What if she does something stupid?!” he continued.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “Then that’s on you, mutt. You’re the one who’s been avoiding her.”

Minho opened his mouth, but nothing came out. She was right. What could he say to that?

“I’ve done my fucking best to try to make her happy again,” she continued, “but all she can think about is you. She cries every. Fucking. Night over you. Her and I risked our lives for your dumb asses, and what does she get? ‘Go home,’ or whatever bullshit. I’m so tired of having to pick up the pieces of my sister’s broken heart that you just keep smashing to smaller and smaller pieces. I’m the one who’s been trying to clean up the mess you made, so don’t you dare blame me if something happens to her. Yes I let her leave, but what am I gonna do? Keep her a prisoner here and try to force-feed her every fucking day? None of this would even be a fucking issue if you just accepted her when she tried to make it up to you. Fuck you, Minho.”

“Okay, alright, he gets it,” Seungmin finally butted in, putting himself between his mate and his brother now that she was standing right in his face and pointing her finger into his chest.

Elsie’s eyes were filling with tears, unsure of what was going on with you now, but she knew that she’d already tried everything. You said you needed to go think, but who knew what you were going to do. Maybe you were going to leave and never come back. Nobody knew, but she couldn’t just keep you in a place you were still unhappy in. She felt utterly helpless and she 100% blamed Minho for it.

Minho looked away from Elsie’s eyes for a moment, staring at the floor.

“I have to find her,” he mumbled.

“Oh, now you want to make it right with her?” she let out a sharp laugh and shook her head. “Where the fuck do you get the audacity--”

“Alright, you need to calm down,” Seungmin said as he had to stop the older girl from trying to get by him to get to Minho. “I know you’re mad at him, but obviously what your sister wants is for Minho to just accept her. You need to let him go after her.”

“I don’t give a shit if he goes after her!” she burst. Her glare was back on Minho, and if looks could kill, he’d have been stabbed 37 times and then lit on fire. “But I swear to god, if you hurt her more, I’ll make damn sure you don’t make it to see sunlight.”

Ignoring his mate, Seungmin turned his head to Minho, “Go. I’ll stay here with her.”

As Minho quickly left the apartment, all he heard was Elsie saying, “I don’t need a babysitter!”

-

Tracking you down wasn’t the hard part. Minho could easily follow the imprinting pull and be led straight to you. The hard part was getting to you. You’d gone so far away already, and he wasn’t sure where you were headed or what the reason was. Thankfully, he didn’t sense that you were in any danger, but he knew that could change at a moment’s notice.

At some point, he began to recognize where he was going. You’d taken some long road trip that ended up circling back to the city he lived in. He recognized the streets, the signs, the buildings, until he got to his own shitty apartment complex. Your car was parked outside, so he went up to the building. He followed the pull all the way up to his apartment, where the door was closed but unlocked. He opened it, only to find the apartment completely in the dark. The blinds were closed, only small slivers of moonlight escaping. But with his perfect eyesight, he could still make you out, sitting curled up on the couch.

He walked over to the couch silently and stood there, waiting. He knew you knew he was there, but you didn’t say anything. All he heard was your breathing as your face was hidden in your knees that were up to your chest.

“_____,” he murmured, “what’re you doing here?”

Finally, you lifted your head. He could tell you had been crying for a while -- and hard, at that.

“What do you want me to do, Minho?” you sobbed.

The way his heart shattered was a physical pain in his chest. He had to grip the arm of the couch just to stay standing as he watched you fall apart at the other end.

“I just wanna take it back!” you blubbered, covering your mouth because you knew your hiccupped sobs that wracked your body were loud, but even muffling them didn’t seem to decrease the volume and only made the severity worse.

You wanted to go back in time and be honest from the start. You wished you knew then what you know now. You wanted to take everything back but nothing you seemed to do to try to make it right worked. And you just had to accept it. But how were you supposed to? How could you just move on from Minho? And what was he supposed to do? Just die without you? Honestly, you’d rather die before he did.

You crawled over to the other side of the couch and looked up into Minho’s golden eyes as he just stared, looking at you with his mouth agape and pity in his eyes.

“Just tell me what to do to fix it,” you begged. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Minho, I can’t--”

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, burying your head in his shoulder. You held onto him with every ounce of strength you had left, your cries being muffled by his shirt. You hadn’t cried this hard since the first few nights but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were crying so hard you thought you might throw up.

“You’re okay,” he said softly, choking back tears himself. He squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face in your hair, just letting you cry. “You’re okay, _____. I won’t let you go.”

Minho managed to climb over the arm and sit against it on the couch, cradling you in his lap while you continued to cry against him. He rocked you from side to side slowly, quietly shushing your cries but letting you get everything out. You still weren’t sure if he was just doing all of this to tell you there wasn’t a chance, so you clung to him like your life depended on it.

Over time, your cries got quieter, but the tears still kept coming.

“Tell me how to fix this,” you begged in a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’ve done more than enough, _____,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I did this to you; I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have any reason to be sorry, but you could only reply with more tears. You felt so stupid for crying so much but you still couldn’t stop. You were scared this was some sort of delusion from crying too hard.

At some point, you felt yourself shift as Minho got his arms under you and moved to stand. He lifted you with him and carried you to the bedroom Changbin and Jamie shared, but he knew they wouldn’t be home, anyway. He laid you down in bed and got right in beside you, tucking both of you under the covers. 

You weren’t sure when the crying stopped or when sleep finally came, but you remembered feeling Minho’s warm lips against your head and forehead every now and then, and soft whispers that reassured you he wasn’t going anywhere.

However, you awoke only a couple hours later to Minho’s soft voice as he murmured to...someone. You assumed he was on the phone because as you came to, your ears started to pick up a quiet voice that was replying but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Yeah, she’s-- Well, she was asleep,” he chuckled softly, and then one of his hands started running through your hair. 

As you laid there slowly waking up and remembering what had happened, you realized you weren’t in his arms anymore, but one was still draped over you. He was also flush with your back so you still had contact with him. But you figured you would’ve noticed if he moved you. You must’ve been exhausted.

“Are you staying there tonight?” Minho asked the person on the phone. “...Is she mad? ...Well, if I die, I die, I guess. ...I will. ...Yeah, let them know we’re good. ...Thanks, Seungmin. ...Bye.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said softly before pressing a kiss to your temple. He was propped up on his other arm while he was on the phone, but he stayed like that while he talked to you. “Your sister wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I pro--” you stopped to clear your throat, realizing you sounded like shit. “I probably freaked her out.”

“You should’ve seen how pissed she was at me,” he chuckled. “I don’t blame her, but...yeah.”

You rolled over to face him. You couldn’t see the way Minho looked at you, but you kind of hated knowing he could see you. You knew you probably looked like a train wreck.

“What happened?” you asked.

“How do you mean?” he wondered as he brushed hair away from your face.

“With you,” you clarified. “Why’d you...change your mind?”

He let out a chuckle, but it sounded sad. Then he sighed deeply and said, “I never stopped feeling my feelings for you, _____. They never stopped being so intense, either. I just... Did you know about Bomi and Mingyu?”

You snorted, “Of course I do. We thought she got caught but Yoongi found out what really happened. He was pissed but Namjoon said it was a lost cause considering how many there were -- and now plus Bomi.”

“Well, talking with them helped,” he told you, continuing to move his fingers through your hair. “And then I was reminded that your brother might be an issue, and I realized I could lose you...”

“Jungkook wouldn’t hurt me.”

“But when they find out you and Elsie tricked them?”

You shrugged, “I could take him.”

He laughed softly and leaned his head down to press a kiss to the center of your forehead, “Get some sleep. Lord knows neither of us have gotten much of it in a while.”

“Yeah, so you should be sleeping too,” you pointed out.

“I’m keeping watch.”

“I told you, Jungkook won’t--”

“No, I’m more scared of Elsie,” he admitted with another chuckle. “There’s no way Seungmin can control her.”

“You’d be surprised,” you muttered before pulling Minho to finally lay his head down. “Close your eyes.”

“Fine, alright,” he sighed. He moved around a bit with you to get comfortable before he settled and closed his eyes, listening to the beating of your heart. 

The room was silent for a while, and you were almost asleep before you heard him murmur, “I love you, _____. I never stopped and I never will.”

“Cheesy,” you mumbled, but after a pause you replied, “I love you, too.”

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Hi everyone. I just restarted writing once again but now for the first time in English, previously I've always written in my first language. After dropping the first release I came to the conclusion that after completing one piece, I'll wait a day to proofread everything so that my dyslexia doesn't do tricks on me.

As you can see, I've corrected the first piece "Campus Couple" and also added the titles on the same image.

I remember Tumblr having more than two different fonts and just a couple of colors but I might be wrong haha.

Anyways, hope you'll like whatever I post and just wanna clarify that I won't be posting every day.

I can definitely write something based on your suggestions but just remember that I am an adult who works and besides Tumblr, I hide myself in other stuff as well.

Lots of love, Chrizztopher97.

♡Campus Couple

♡Claimed

#Stray Kids #StrayKids #Bang Chan #BangChan #Chan #SKZ BangChan #SKZ #Werewolf Bang Chan #Changbin #Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Lee Know #Felix #Seungmin #Jeongin #fyp

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Imagine Ji teaching kitten how to make a proper nest

this has been sitting in my ask box for a while.... and i'm glad i held onto it because..... me??? writing for a pair that isn't chris x his girl???? unheard of. but not impossible.

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you probably don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: Supernatural/Fantasy AU · Smut · Fluff · Established Relationship · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · breeding kink · creampie

minors do not interact.

For someone with a condition like his, Minho was a very logical man. Sure, he had his moments of randomness and silliness, but in the grand scheme of things, your boyfriend was level headed, rational, and he’d hardly ever let his wolf instincts interfere with his human thoughts.

Which was why you hadn’t expected something as seemingly innocuous as a pile of clothes on his bed to get him like this.

Not like you were going to complain, though. Not when the feel of his thickness filling you up time and time again was this good. Not when the way he had you on your knees, bent over like a dog, deliciously ramming into you, was this addictive.

“Minho…” You weren’t really sure what you were going to tell him, you just whined when you started to feel his lips on your shoulder, when he started to kiss and nibble your skin.

“Hm?” His deep strokes had you seeing stars, and the feel of him hitting the most sensitive areas within your walls was steadily fogging up your brain.

You swallowed, blindly reaching for one of the cushions that surrounded you, holding it tightly to somehow keep yourself grounded to reality. “Love–Love you”.

“Love you, too… Missed you, kitten. So much”, his pace increased, his panting grew a bit louder next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, feeding that pool of arousal in your belly that was just ready to spill over at any moment now.

You’d missed him, too, of course. Every week, you looked forward to the weekend simply because you’ll be able to see him. You were tired of the distance, but you supposed it was something you’d had to bear for a while.

“Need to–Shit, fuck…” Minho nuzzled your shoulder, reattaching his lips to the skin there, grunting when you started to push back harder to match his thrusts, making him move faster in response.

Before Minho came back from work, when Jisung had come to Minho’s flat to hang out and kill time after you arrived today, you didn’t exactly expect the afternoon to take the turn it did.

‘Wait, so you’re not making a nest to fuck in? Not even during his rut?!’ Jisung looked genuinely shocked, and you had simply shrugged in response because ‘Was I supposed to? I don’t even know how’.

Admittedly, you did know about nests, but only as a concept. Throughout your friendship, Jisung had made sure to give you every single detail when it came to omega reproduction–because why would you keep anything private when you could word vomit at any given time, about any given topic, right?–and just omega behaviours in general.

Making a nest was, essentially, creating a safe, soft, warm space for yourself. Although it could be done just to be comfortable while trying to wind down, it was most commonly done with reproduction in mind, meaning, to be shared between wolves. So, upon finding out you’d never done one yourself, Jisung decided to take matters into his own hands.

‘See, you’ve got to pick up items that make you feel safe. Soft items, preferably. Most commonly you’d use blankets, throws, cushions, but you could also add plushies, clothes… If you’ve got a partner, it’s usually preferable to use items that smell like them. And it’s always a nice touch to add items that smell like you, so your partner can also feel comforted by your nest’, Jisung encouraged you to try it, right then and there.

He suggested doing it on Minho’s bed, since that was his sleeping space, and a place you both spent a lot of time together in. Minho’s sleeping clothes, his fluffy blankets, the throw and cushions from the sofa out in the living room, the bathrobe you’d used not too long ago, the pyjamas you kept in his closet, the pillows that were already on his bed… Jisung and you put these items together, creating this fluffy mess on his bed that certainly looked like a nest.

‘See? So you can do one of two things… If you’re doing it on your own, you can cover yourself as much as you can, essentially making yourself a warm little cocoon… But if you’re gonna share it, then you just lay in the middle. I, uh… I know I’m incredibly biassed, but I think this is probably one of the most romantic places to have sex in’, he said it with a completely straight face, so you really believed him.

Jisung did comment on how Minho could potentially react to a nest, considering it was something he hadn’t experienced in a romantic setting. ‘You know I build nests often when I’m anxious, so he sometimes joins me to help me calm down, but it’s all platonic… A nest built by you… I’m curious as to how it’d make him feel. If it makes him feel anything at all’.

That piqued your interest.

Exploring Minho’s animal instincts was always something you enjoyed doing. It made you curious, mostly because he hardly had any, and the ones he did have he couldn’t even understand very well.

As if on cue, the obnoxious beeps of the front door resonated in the flat. You heard it even in the bedroom, where you had been standing next to your nest with Jisung, just giggling and joking about it.

After Minho went into the flat, and the customary Tired Groan left his mouth, you heard his languid steps as he made his way to the bedroom. “Who gave you two stray cats permission to come into my home?”

His perfectly crafted tone of annoyance held no real meaning to it. You knew it, he knew it, and even Jisung knew it. So you just smiled and answered. “With yours, dummy. You wouldn’t have given us the code otherwise”.

As soon as he was at the door, his poised scowl turned into a look of surprise when his eyebrows rose high on his forehead. His eyes jumped from the nest on the bed, to you, to Jisung, and back to the nest. “Are you feeling well, Jisung?”

Of course. Based on Jisung’s earlier explanation, it made sense that your boyfriend had reached the conclusion that this was Jisung’s nest. That he was probably anxious and built it because of it.

“Yeap. I’m doing great. I was just showing our dear kitten how to build herself a nest”, Jisung usually gave the impression to people that he was dumb and silly. But in reality, he was very smart. And at that moment, in just a few seconds, he was able to choose the most suitable words to get his point across.

This wasn’t his nest.

It was yours.

Built by you with your own two hands.

“Huh…” Minho stared at the bed, and you could’ve sworn the bit of skin you could see under the collar of his shirt was slowly growing redder the longer he stood there.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, and you smiled brightly at him when his head snapped back in your direction. “No kiss?”

Minho blinked a bit, but then he was scoffing. He made his way towards you so he could cup your cheeks and pull you in for a kiss. You hadn’t seen him in a whole week, and that was way too long, in your humble opinion, so that kiss was more than necessary.

The dramatic sigh next to you made you break the kiss, and you turned to see a pouty Jisung staring at you two.

“No kiss for me?”

Of course. This was Jisung’s thing. He took any opportunity he could to beg for kisses.

Your boyfriend simply sighed, just as dramatically as Jisung had, and he quickly moved to stand in front of Jisung. Cradling the back of his head, Minho pulled Jisung to him, planting his lips on one of Jisung’s round cheeks to press a loud, moist kiss on his skin.

“Ew, why is it wet! Stop!”

They jostled for a bit, all while Minho chuckled, until he finally pulled away from Jisung and ruffled his hair. “Didn’t you want a kiss? There’s your fucking kiss”.

“A peck was enough, jeez”, Jisung wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, fake gagging.

The three of you broke into laughs and giggles for a bit, bantering back and forth on the ‘essential omega needs’ Jisung had, until Minho excused himself to go take a shower, leaving you and Jisung back on your own in his room.

“Alright, listen to me, dear kitten”, Jisung held you by the shoulders, trying to get your undivided attention. “Get as scantily clothed as possible, or, even better, get naked, lay in the centre of that nest, and wait for your boyfriend to come out of the shower. You can thank me in the morning”.

“Do you really think something like this would do anything to Minho? You know how he is, he doesn’t have these alpha urges”.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see”, Jisung cradled your face in his hands, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he wished you good night. 

He knocked on the bathroom door on his way out, wishing Minho good night as well, then he was gone.

So you did just as he told you.

You figured that putting one of Minho’s t-shirts on and nothing else would do the trick, and it certainly did, if the look Minho gave you once he was out of the shower was anything to go by.

Minho really wasn’t that in touch with his animal needs, not unless he was close to his rut or maybe during a full moon night, but it seemed like the sight of you, dressed in nothing but his clothes and laying on your comfy little nest did things to him.

Before you knew it you were fully naked, with his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, giving you a mind-numbing orgasm only to flip you on your stomach and push his cock within your walls almost immediately after.

That was how you ended up here, relishing his sounds of pleasure in your ear, and the feel of him fucking you open. He was mumbling, things you couldn’t quite make out, not when his fingers found their way between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit.

“C’mon, baby…” Minho groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Give it to me, kitten, love… Want to–Fuck…”

“You–you want what, baby?” You kept meeting his thrusts, spurring him on. You were certainly almost over the edge, but you needed just a bit more… A bit more of him. “Want to stuff me full? Want that, too. Want your–your pups, baby…”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, shit, I’ll give them to you, kitten. All of them… Make sure I, fuck, I pump you full–”

Those were the last coherent words your boyfriend told you before you felt his warmth fill you up, before his name left your mouth in a breathless moan as your own orgasm raked through your body. He kept fucking your through it all, until you whined in oversensitivity.

When Minho peeled himself away from your back, your body slumped, and the sudden lack of his warmth almost gave you whiplash.

In an instant, his hands were on your buttocks, spreading you open just as his cum started to trickle out of your centre, and when you turned your head a little you almost giggled at the sight of him.

His chest was flushed, his cheeks as well, and he was staring at your core so intently it was almost like you could see and feel the phantom of his tail wagging in excitement. 

Before you could comment on it, he was leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss on one of your buttcheeks. “Stay right here, kitten”.

Minho left the comfort of your nest and made his way out of his room. He wasn’t gone for long, only a minute or two before he was back with a soaked washcloth to clean you up.

When he was done, he left the soiled fabric on his bedside table and dropped on his back next to you, staring at the ceiling. You just looked at him, resisting the urge to bring your fingers to his face so you could trace his features. Resisting only because he seemed to be deep in thought and you didn’t want to disturb him.

Eventually, he turned to his side, propping his head on his hand and looking at you. “That was…certainly something”.

You chuckled. “It was”.

“Kitten…” Minho scooted closer to you, draping an arm over your waist. “Do I…have a breeding kink?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Loudly. “Oh, babe. Don’t all alphas do?”

“But I didn’t, though!” Minho was pouting and everything, which only prolonged your chuckles. “Not when I’m not, you know, going through my rut. But seeing you here, like this… Shit. It’s essentially just a pile of clothes and blankets and cushions, but I think it’s altering my brain chemistry for real”.

“Mmm…” You pushed on his chest a bit so he could be on his back again and you could lay on top of him. Minho wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close as you pressed a kiss on his lips. “It’s okay, baby. I can always build more nests so you can enjoy coming inside me. I enjoy it”.

“Eager, are we? What am I gonna do with you, kitten?” Minho chuckled, pressing quick pecks on your lips, waking the butterflies in your stomach, as if they hadn’t been wreaking havoc inside you a handful of minutes ago.

“Hopefully fuck me again, if I can have a say in what you decide to do”.

You clearly didn’t need to say anything else, just like he didn’t. The mischievous smile on his lips told you all you needed to know. 

It was definitely going to be a fun night. All thanks to that pile of miscellaneous pieces of fabric.

© therhythmafterthesummer 2023. all rights reserved. do not repost or translate my stories.

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[desi2go]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟑

part 1 part 2 part 3

Pairing: Lee know x reader

Warning: some angst, fluff ... Soulmate au/werewolf au

Summary: Minho is a werewolf and you are a normal human girl. But the universe bonded your souls at eachother. You were his mate but he doesn't want a soulmate. Not a werewolf and neither a human. Or so he thought...

In the past, there were many werewolves. There were more of them then humans. And at first both species tolerated each other. They lived side by side for centuries but the humans were never fond of these "wild animals" as they called them. But as the humans grew more anxious and afraid about these mysterious creatures with the power of turning into a wolf and heightened senses, they began to hunt them down. Pack after pack. Wolf after wolf until only a small amount of packs survived, forced to hide their identity and to live amongst the humans. They were forced to suppress their wolf side and to control it, even on fullmoon.

Time passed and the people forgot about their existence. Truth turning into a myth that only were believed by crazy people. Even though it was true.

Minho was one of these creatures. Since birth. As a young child, he didn't understand why his parents always told him to hide his wolf side. But as he went to high school, he understood it. Humans were crazy. Everyone that wasn't like them, like the standard, was not normal, an outsider. They even treated other humans like trash because they were different. How pathetic.

After his graduation, he decided to go to college. With his good grades, he was soon accepted and moved in with some his pack members that studied ther too. That is when he met you, a smart humangirl with a big heart. You sat in one of his classes with a bunch of notes and hair up into a messy bun. At first, he didn't understand why he was so attracted to you, especially his inner wolf. Normally, he never had interests in humans.

Whenever you were near him, he would force Minho to overcome these few metres and to hold you in his arms, to mark you and make you finally his. Just with his whole strength he could hold his distance. You were just like any other girl, so he thought.

So, why went his wolf so wild? That's when he realised that you were in fact his mate, his soulmate that was meant to be with him for the eternity. Why? Why you? You were just another human. A normal human without any special skills.

He was never fond of the idea of having a soulmate, even if his other half would be another wolf. But a human? That was bullshit. Sure, you didn't even feel something. Like a pull or attraction to him. When he told his friends, his own little pack, they were beyond happy. "That's great Minho! Have you already planned how to ask her out?" Changbin asked. "I know the perfect place for your first date!" Felix shouted from the kitchen while baking his famous brownies. "No? She is a human!" Minho answered.

" And that's the problem? Come on, she wouldn't just hunt you down." Seungmin laughed and stepped into the kitchen to help Felix with his brownies.

"Give her a chance, Minho. Maybe she isn't that bad" Chan adviced. He is lucky. He already found his soulmate two years ago in the hallway of the college because he almost ran her over. And she is a werewolf so that she felt the pull of the bond too.

Minho just scoffed and changed the topic. He doesn't want a mate not a werewolf one and neither a human one. Since that day he decided to ignore you and don't even come in the near of you.

......

Well, he made that decision without the universe and destiny.

Just one week later, the whole class was split into groups of two to work on a partner project. And the professor unfortunately picked you two as partners. How ironic.

You quietly sat down next to him, preparing some notes. "So, where should we start? Do you want to do the research together?" you questioned. His inner wolf drove him insane. He never was so near to you and with his heightened sense of smell, he could even smell you. It was a sweet scent like hyacinths and a hint of roses. He knew that if he was longer then ten minutes near you, he would loose control and give in to his inner desire to get closer. So, he stood up and ran out the classroom.

You just watched him leave and were confused. Why did he leave? Was working with you so terrible? Everyone in class had noticed his escape and stared at you. You ducked down and quietly worked on your tasks. Asshole, you thought.

.....

Minho knew that he was an asshole. It was rude to leave like that and even if he felt terrible for that, he still doesn't want you as a mate or doesn't even want to be near you.

The next day, you approached him in the library since you doesn't want to work alone on this project. "What is your problem with me?" You asked him. "I-uhm. I don't know what you mean." He answered like he didn't know what you are talking about. "Minho, please. Don't play dumb. You just ran away from me yesterday." You sighed and blocked his way as he tried to escape another time.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to look like that. I-uh. I had an emergency so I had to leave" he lied. "My next class isn't until 3 pm, so I have about two hours. Want to do something on the project?"

He just nodded and took his backpack from the stool next to him, so you could sit down there. "Sure, I have plenty of time either"

He knew that he couldn't ran from you at least not until the project is done. The next two hours are spend researching and answering the questions as you worked side by side.

Sometimes you catched Minho staring at you but you shrugged it off and concentrated on the book in front of you.

....

After your last class you rubbed your eyes and leaned back. Finally, you could go to your little apartment on the campus and rest. You walked down the floor to the exist of the college. Outside, you stopped as you saw the dark grey sky and the rain. You searched in your backpack for your umbrella since your apartment was ten minutes away and you don't to be soaking wet.

Soon you realised that you left your umbrella at home because you didn't think that a rainstorm is about to come. You pulled your thin sweater tighter around your body as you slowly started freezing and walked into the rain.

Head low, you ran through the storm. "Y/n! Wait!" You heard behind you. It was a familiar voice. You immediately knew who it was, Minho.

Slowly you turned around. When Minho came up to you, he held his umbrella over your heads and brushed his dark hair out of his face. His gaze drifted over your shivering body. Immediately he took his jacket off and layed it over your shoulders.

"Come, I'll walk you home" he said and got closer to you so that both of you wouldn't get wet. Quietly you held his warm jacket closer and enjoyed his smell. He smelled so nice even if you would never mention it to him.

"Thank you Minho" you slightly bowed to him as you took his cloth from your shoulders and handed it to him. You arrived at your apartment without getting too wet. "Sure, see you tomorrow." He smirked and turned around walk to his little pack house.

When he saw you running in the rain nearly completely soaked til the bones, something in him switched. He needed to help you. So, he followed you with his umbrella in one hand. As he was close to you, he noticed that you shivered. Confused, you looked at him. Your hair was wet and little raindrops falling on your face. Immediatly, he stripped his jacket off and layed over you. His inner wolf was satisfied that you will smell like him.

Maybe you weren't that bad.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #lee know x reader #lee minho #soulmates #werewolf skz x reader #werewolf stray kids #werewolf lee know #minho x reader #stray kids minho

[bruciemilf]

*slams fists on desk* TALK TO ME ABOUT OPTIMUS PRIME!!

He's an icon, he's a legend, and he is the moment. Now cmon now

#i just need everyone to know once upon a time my mentally ill brain conjured a fanfic where Jack (tfp) was a werewolf AND wizard and mutant #and had an oc older brother who wanted to kill his ass. 2016 was a wild ride for little lee #asks #but optimus made me mechsexual ong

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 27

Prompt: Open the book closest to you & go to the last line. That’s your first line.

“But you won’t,” Sgaeyl predicts, and I’d be tempted to raise my middle finger if I didn’t think she’d bite the damned thing off as a reminder that she can. - Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros (yes I know she’s done / said problematic shit but I didn’t know before I bought the book)

A/N: I ended up tying it back to Day 16

“But you won’t,” Jisung predicted, and Minho would’ve been tempted to raise his middle finger if he did think Jisung would bite the damn thing off as a reminder that he could.

That was the worst part about living in a house full of shifters. Though the smell wasn’t great. The werewolves like Jisung tended to bite first and ask questions later. The vampires like Minho would flaunt their psychic abilities. Of course, after living together for centuries their habits slowly blended and periodically one of the vampires would take a chunk out of one of the werewolves or one of the werewolves would show a hint of psychic ability.

That wasn’t the case this time. This time Jisung was simply being a little shit about Minho’s crush on Chris. Who was currently sleeping with Felix. And neither of them was being particularly subtle about it.

“I should just forget about it,” Minho had said.

“But you won’t,” Jisung replied and that’s how Minho found himself in this position.

“Thanks asshole,” Minho grumbled.

“What? Am I wrong?” Jisung asked.

“No,” Minho sighed. “You’re right.”

“Thank you,” Jisung looked practically smug. “Also if you ever want to fuck a werewolf, I might be persuaded.”

That’s when Minho was convinced if he still blood pressure, he would’ve fainted.

#just fucking write 2k24 #minsung #lee know x han #stray kids au #stray kids fanfic #vampire au #werewolf au

[maniaticmadx]

SECRET SECRET

SUMMARY: Bang Chan has been a werewolf since he was born. His parents educated him to become an alpha and have his own pack when he turned eighteen years old. He has always thought that he should be the pride and joy of his parents by becoming the perfect alpha to his pack.

Jang Chae-won has always known she isn't normal. Since she said her first word her parents have looked at her in a weird light. She doesn't know why she can't fit in with the rest of the people around her. That is until she gets mistaken as a man in her new shared apartment, where she meets Bahng Chan, the reason for all her additional problems.

Intertwine by supernatural forces—and some may called it fate, Chan embarks himself in a journey of fears, betrayal, broken hearts, creatures unknown to the human eyes and desire to protect his love one’s, with the new addition to his small family, his destined mate and the reason of all his fears resurfacing. Will he be able to protect his pack and his mate while facing the wrath of his natural enemy?

PAIRINGS: Werewolf!Bang Chan x Human!originalcharacter.

GENRE: Werewolf AU, Mature (violancea and sexual themes),angst, fluff, smut, werewolf hunter, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, love triangle situation.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, injuries, and violence, near death experiences, graphic depictions of intercourse, humor and more.

CHAPTERS.

00. PROLOGUE.

ANGER ISSUES AND BAD DECISIONS. (TBA)

AUTUMN SCENT. (TBA)

CAMPING TRIP. (TBA)

UNWANTED VISITORS. (TBA)

SILENT CRY. (TBA)

FIRST CHUSEOK AWAY. (TBA)

#bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #stray kids #kim seungmin #lee felix #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #yang jeongin #smut #werewolf #vampire #werewolf au #werewolf hunter #imprint #stray kids x original character #stray kids smut