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yimejk · 2 years
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Mate
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Pairing: Soft Yandere Wolf Taehyung & Lost Reader
Duration: Oneshot
Warnings: a little yanderish, overall fluff
Summary: Who knew that a little run in forest could bring you what your heart desires?
This is a pure fiction and I do not condone this behaviour. Credits to the owner of the giph .
Taehyung POV's:
I was running through a forest when I heard quite sobbing. It made my skin crawl, my insides churn in a anxiety. My wolf was restless and howling in pain. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I still speed up in the direction of the said sobbing. On a few minutes I was at my destination. The sight that unfolded before my eyes surprised me. There was a young lady who was crunched and massaging her swollen looking ankle. But what was more surprising and dare I say exciting was her mesmerising scent. It's addicting peachy smell was honestly really potent around this area. I assume she was here pretty long. I stared at her in my wolf form. I so badly wanted to console her. Hug her prettily small figure in a bone crushing hug. Lick ker fallen tears out of her gorgeous face. See it lighten up when I nuzzle her neck. Give her pecks from her rich emerald eyes that hold my future inside them. I would end up in her amazing neck. The neck that would carry my gift. My mark. It would look like a nice jewellery decorating a queen's neck. My queen. Then it struck me at a lightened speed. I found my MATE. What a joy brings me knowing this. I trembled in anticipation to already go to her and bury my head in her alluring scent. In all the haze I felt I whimpered and with a set of two brown, big, sad eyes I stalked to her crunched position. Her head snapped up and now was looking with a frightened gaze pinned at me. It made my heart squeeze in pain. I numbly went to sit next to her. O pressed my side to her's and nudged with my snout at her tear stained cheek. I licked her tears away and let out a happy huff. I snuggled against her breathtaking neck. I felt like at home. I relaxed more when I felt her soft hands comb in my fur. Unbeknownst to me it made me sigh in a joy and press into her a tad tighter. In that moment I made up my mind:
'She is coming with me.'
So guys this is a little something before I start writing Yoongi's series. Hope you like this one and to be hones I had fun writing something softer.
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sopebubbles · 11 months
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Lone Wolf: Master list
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Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Genre: a/b/o, omegaverse, angst, hurt/comfort
Pairings: poly ot7 x reader; Sope focused
No schedule for my sanity. I'm just trying to enjoy writing again.
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Series warnings: bigotry, including internalized bigotry, negative self-talk, neglect, childhood trauma, mentions of SA
A/n: This story will deal with a lot of internalized negativity about and struggles with society. The plot will contain many events and concepts that have numerous analogies to our own society and multiple interpretations are possible. I certainly have my own ideas, but the only agenda I intend to push is one of self-acceptance and love. I'm open to respectful discourse in the comments. Please keep in mind that I and others are very sensitive and if you want to be mean then be mean somewhere else.
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here4kpopfics · 1 year
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Dancing With A Wolf | KTH
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Pairing: Taehyung x (f)reader 
Genre: smut, angst
AU: exes!au
Wordcount: 7.2k
Summary: Your best friend, Hannah, drags you to the club on Valentine’s Day to show off how well and better off you’re doing after your breakup with Taehyung. Except you haven’t seen him in a year and, unfortunately, he still has a hold over you. 
Warnings: Language, drinking, Tae’s a bit toxic, oral (f receiving). 
Rating: M/18+
AN: This is part of The Heartbroken Society Collab! Thank you to @playmetheclassics for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! Remember you’re amazing and loved, and if you don’t have a valentine, but want one, I’ll gladly be yours. Come get your kisses and hugs. 💜
and yes the title is off All Time Low's Dancing With A Wolf
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“You look hot.” 
“For once, I think I’m going to agree with you.” You turn around, head turning back to look at your backside in the mirror. The black bodycon dress stops mere inches below your ass. You will not be sitting tonight. 
“No, but really,” your best friend, Hannah, sits on your bed, openly gawking at your body. “This is a perfect revenge dress. Princess Diana, who?” 
You smirk, running your hands against the sides of the dress before running along the parts of your body you’ve grown to like more and more recently. 
You did a lot of learning how to love yourself recently after your breakup with Taehyung. It wasn’t ever that he made you feel like you weren’t attractive. You just felt invisible sometimes next to him. Like you had to stand just out of the spotlight to let him shine. 
Now that you had your own spotlight, you could be who you wanted. You gained more confidence in your body and you as a person. You learned to make decisions for yourself, learning to say no when you don’t want to do something and not feel guilty after. 
You moved in with your best friend, who was thrilled at the idea of repeating your college dorm life. You got a job promotion, and everything just seemed to be working out for you. 
Except your heart was still cracked in a few places from Taehyung. 
You head to your dresser, putting some earrings in before grabbing two necklaces and holding them up to Hannah.
“Doubt he’ll care, though. Isn’t he bringing whatshername?” 
“Nara? He dumped her.” She points at the necklace on the right. You toss the left one back on the dresser to put the winning one on. “But Jimin said he is still bringing someone. I don't know  who. Probably a girl he met at work a few hours ago.” 
You ignore the snide comment about your ex, your silly curiosity getting the best of you. 
“Wait. Why’d he dump her? Judging from Instagram, they were all about each other.” You grimace at your own words, instead grabbing a bunch of rings and putting them on the bed for Hannah to help choose from. 
“Were you stalking his socials?” Hannah’s eyebrows raise at your accidental confession. 
“…once or twice.” 
“y/n! No! Bad! You’re not supposed to do that!” 
“Well, I’m sorry! We were together for four years! Am I just supposed to forget and move on?”
“YES!”
“Then why the revenge dress?! This makes no sense, Hannah!”
“I…good point.” She crosses her arms, trying to bullshit a reason. After a second, her arms uncross, and she picks up three rings, putting them on your fingers and moving them around before deciding a final placement. 
“Listen, y/n. He ended the relationship with you, right?”
You nod. 
“And before that, he was a shitty boyfriend, right?”
You’re hesitant to nod. 
“Right?” Her tone changes, and you nod, not wanting to argue. 
“The way I see it, you have every right to move the fuck on and be a better you. He’s an idiot for ending things. He’s an idiot for not treating you right. Going to this Valentine’s Day party is just to show him that you’re better off without him.”
“I guess…”
“No. Not I guess. Fucking own it, babe. You’re hot. You have a better-paying position at work. You don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. I love this version of you. If you had a dick, I’d suck it right now.”
“Good lord, your mouth spews such nonsense sometimes.” 
“Admit it. You love it. And you’d let me suck your dick.” 
You glare at her as she cackles, laying back on your bed. 
“You should get laid tonight. Just a good rebound fuck, nothing serious. Let some random guy worship that killer body.” 
“Hannah, I haven’t had a one-night stand since college. And all I know now is Taehyung. I don’t even know how to flirt anymore!” You grab your shoes, some very tall stilettos that you know will make your feet hurt tomorrow but do wonders for your legs and ass. 
“Wait. Has flirting changed since college? Do people still offer to buy drinks? If someone offers to buy me one, is there a price limit? Because if someone buys my alcohol, I want the good shit. Like, give me the good whiskey. None of that cheap bullshit.”
“y/n. Baby. Calm down.” She laughs, standing in front of you once your shoes are on and grabs your arms.
“Flirting has not changed. Men are still horrible with pickup lines. There’s no price limit on drinks. If there is, they’re stingy and not worth it. A good fuck won’t give a shit about the price because they only care about only one thing.” 
“Good conversation about politics, environmentalism, and how unethical major corporations are?” You smile as if that’s the correct answer, loving the glare she gives you. 
“No, you dingus. They care about shoving their cock so deep in your pussy that you call him daddy.” 
“I don’t see how that results in me calling him daddy.”
She drops her arms and lowers her head in defeat. 
“I don’t know how Taehyung ever dealt with your brattiness, but damn I hope you find someone who can tonight because lord knows I can’t.” She shakes her head, walking out of your room. 
“But I thought you wanted to suck my dick!” You shout from your spot, a grin plastered on your face. 
“Not anymore! You talk too much! Don’t do that at the party!” She shouts back in annoyance. You look back in the mirror, admiring your entire outfit and smile. 
Fuck it. 
You look great, and free alcohol is excellent. 
You deserve to get fucked tonight. 
You grab your coat and rush out the door with your best friend. 
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The club is packed tonight. People filling up every inch of the place. You’re almost positive it’s over capacity. You walk with Hannah, hand in hand, past the line of waiting patrons and head straight to the front door. You can feel the glares at you both, but ignore them when Hannah greets the security guard.
“Helllooooo, Namjoon. How’s work tonight?”
“Miserable.” He replies, stoneface.
“How many couples breaking up have you seen so far?” You ask, knowing that watching drama unfold is secretly his favorite part of his job. 
“Four.” He replies sheepishly and you both grin. 
“Any juicy details?” Hannah leans forward, ready for the gossip, but Namjoon shakes his head. 
“Later. Did Yoongi put you two on the list?” He asks, not expecting an answer as he pulls a clipboard from behind a little podium. His eyes run up and down the sheet before flipping it over. 
“There you are. Alright, you two can head in.” 
The two of you grin wide, skipping past Namjoon when he unhooks the velvet rope to let you in. You hear the faint complaints from the patrons in line, but it’s quickly covered by the sound of the music inside, the thumping bass feeling like it’s inside you. You love it and hate it. 
Hannah drags you to the bar, where you two find Jungkook tending to customers. 
“JK!!!” You both yell, grabbing his attention from the girl at the end of the bar with a very low-cut crop top. He’s almost annoyed until he sees the two of you, promptly excusing himself from a potential hookup to come to the other side of the bar. 
“Hey, beautiful.” He grins at Hannah before turning to you, wide eyes wandering up and down your body. “And hello. Who are you, and what have you done with y/n?” 
“I feel like I should be offended.” You narrow your eyes at him, and he beams. 
“Absolutely not. This y/n is sexy as hell. I love it.” 
“Well, thank you. Don’t expect her to stay for long though, this y/n is too much effort.” You say, placing your jacket on one of the stools before sitting down at the same time as Hannah. 
You love Jungkook. You’ve known him as long as you’ve known Hannah. The three of you clicked instantly in college and have been inseparable since. He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ve ever met. If it wasn’t for Taehyung walking into the school library and talking to you for the first time, you could have seen a time where you would’ve asked Jungkook out. 
“Well. I feel honored to see it tonight. So what will it be, ladies? The first one’s on me in honor of Valentine’s Day.” 
You and Hannah share a look before looking back at Jungkook, twin wicked grins directed at him. 
“You want the good whiskey, don’t you?”
“You offered, Kookie.” You shrug, Hannah smirking next to you.
“Aish, shouldn’t have said that. Okay. But only because it’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re dressed like a fucking sin.” 
“Thank you, JK. We looooove you.” You say it unison, laughing when he walks away to get good stuff. 
“I’ll help him get that girl he was talking to as a thank you,” Hannah whispers in your ear and you ignore the weird sting near your heart. 
She hops down from her seat, finding her way behind the bar to shove her coat and wallet into a cubby underneath. She extends her hand out to you, ignoring your pout as you stand up and hand the pretend seat cover back to her. 
“We’re gonna be dancing. No need for sitting tonight, babes.”
“You mean you’ll be dancing. I’ll be watching from the bar.”
“Nuh-uh. We’re gonna find you someone to fuck you senseless. Can’t do that at the bar. You do that on the dance floor.”
You’re about to continue complaining when Jungkook reappears with the bottle of whiskey he has hidden specifically for you both.
“Ya! Out! Unless you wanna help work the bar.” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds threatening, but he’s got his adorable bunny smile with the scrunched up nose ruining any threatening look. 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m going. Love the organization down there, by the way. Is that you or Yoongi?”
He doesn’t reply, glaring at Hannah as he lightly pushes her out of the bar area. 
“Hey! Be nice! I was gonna help with the girl you were flirting with.”
“I wasn’t flirting. I was complimenting her eyeshadow.” He says it a little quieter as he pours the whiskey on ice, handing the two glasses to you both. 
You and Hannah both snicker and take a sip of your drink, loving the smooth burn it leaves in your throat. 
“Sure, buddy. Her eyeshadow.” Hannah jests, dropping the teasing to drink her drink as well. 
“How long until your boyfriend shows up, takes you away, and lets me live peacefully?”
“Well, that’s rude.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “I guess I won’t be helping you get the girl with the nice eyeshadow then. Humph.” 
“I guess not.” He smiles down at the glass he’s drying. Hannah searches the room with a small pout. 
“I’m gonna go find Yoongi and see if he left us a space in the VIP area so we can mingle and find you a man there.” She gives you no time to respond before she bounces  away, moving past people like she owns the place. Which, in a way, she does. The perks of being Min Yoongi’s cousin. 
You watch your small best friend bounce through the crowd, turning back to your drink with a laugh as you shift in your heels. 
“Here.”
You look up to see your jacket dangling in front of your face, and you happily take it. 
“Oh, thank god. I regret these damn heels.” You put the jacket back on the seat, maneuvering your way to sit down without flashing the club. “And the dress. But don’t tell Hannah. It’ll devastate her.”
“I won’t tell a soul.” He chuckles, leaning against the bar. “So what’s this about finding you a man? This one of her warped plans again?”
There’s a hint of something in his voice you can’t quite place. You pass it off as the whiskey and shake your head. 
“Taehyung’s coming tonight. This dress is allegedly my Princess Diana revenge dress. And since it’s been over a year since the breakup, and I’ve done nothing about my romantic life—”
“For good reason. You were becoming a better you and being a kickass woman. You had other priorities.”
“Exactly.” You point at him, finger-snapping in the process. “However, to Hannah, that means I’m hiding. So we are using tonight, Valentine’s Day, with lonely singles in our friend’s club to get me fucked.” 
You give a dramatic thumbs-up, as if this was the best idea ever. Which, it might be. You don’t know yet. All you know is you look hot but feel naked and hate it. 
Jungkook laughs, grabbing another glass from the dishwasher below and drying it. 
“Just be safe about it, yeah? Any creep bothers you, and you know what to do.”
“Come to the very attractive and buff bartender and ask for an angel shot.” You recite the instructions like they were hammered into your brain at school when you were a child. 
His eyes narrow at you, “seriously, y/n. This might be fun for you and Hannah. But there are shitty guys out during Valentine’s Day. Please be careful.”
You smile at your friend, who’s always been there to fight your problems when Taehyung wasn’t around. Leaning over the bar, one hand covering your cleavage and making you giggle at the ridiculous outfit, you stick out your other hand, offering your pinky. 
“I promise to be safe. If anything goes wrong, I will come running to you, my knight in shining armor.” 
His pinky wraps around yours, thumbs pressing together to seal the deal, and Jungkook mutters out the phrase good girl before turning to a customer, trying to get his attention. He misses the way your cheeks flush.
Twenty minutes later, you’re still sitting at the bar, now nursing the very strong mixed drink Jungkook made you. Hannah reappears behind you, snaking her arms around your middle and resting her head on your shoulder. 
How is she already tipsy?
“Yoongi saved a section for us. Let’s go.” She giggles, kissing your temple. She lets go of you but takes your hand in hers while getting Jungkook’s attention. 
“Can we have the bottle?” She’s turned on the pouty princess routine, and you can’t help but laugh. 
“You? No. Absolutely not. You’ll drop it. Her?” He points at you, “only her. She isn’t drunk already.”
“‘Mmnot drunk.” 
“Oh, Hannah Banana. Jimin’s not even here yet.” You laugh lightly, moving her hair out of her face. 
“Yes, he is. Or he will be any minute. He said they were about to talk to Namjoon, so we’re meeting in the VIP section. Where I’m taking you. I also found a friend there for you to meet.”
“Found?” Jungkook’s eyebrow ticks up. 
But that’s not what you’re focused on. 
“They?”
Hannah looks confused. 
“Are we saying random words? Chocolate.” 
“He’s actually here?” You knew he was coming. You knew, yet your heart is in your throat, and you want to run away screaming.
“Yes, babes. The whole point of the outfit, remember? Oh, also, the girl’s name is Mandy. Jimin said they’ve gone on two dates and is, and I quote, something else entirely.”
“What does that mean?” You and Jungkook ask in unison. Hannah shrugs. But before she can say anything else, Jimin is right behind her, pulling her by the hips to be flush against him. 
“Sorry I’m late, Han.” He kisses her on the neck, and you’re sure she responds somehow, but you have no idea how or with what because when you turn to face them, your eyes are locked on the tall man with tanned skin and a gorgeous face. 
He’s overdressed as usual in a perfectly tailored red suit that makes him look like he could walk a runway at any given moment or be in every fashion magazine. His hair is honey blonde now and purposefully in a disarray, his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes glaring into your soul. 
You watch his eyes drop from your face down your figure and back up a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing with each pass over you. You hate the effect it has on you, the jolt down your spine, the sudden clench around nothing, and the way your skin tingles, goosebumps forming all over. 
His eyes meet yours again, and you have to will yourself to give a polite smile just as the girl attached to his arm jumps in front of him, needing to address herself to the group. 
“Hi! I’m Mandy, Taetae’s girlfriend.”
Your eyebrows lift, lips parting in shock, unsure which to laugh at first. Taetae, the desperate need to have attention or the word girlfriend made Taehyung’s eyes widen.
And just like that, you remember why you’re here in a revenge dress. 
Oh, this should be fun.  
You extend your hand to shake hers, giving the best Oscar winning fake smile as she takes it. 
“Nice to meet you. I’m y/n. How long have you and Taetae been dating?”
You watch her smile falter a little as she shakes your hand. Your eyes glance over to Taehyung, who’s glaring at both of you for two very different reasons. 
“Not long, but…when you know, you know, right?”
Your fake smile turns into a fake laugh, nodding along. 
“Oh yeah. For sure. I’m only asking because I’ve heard literally nothing about you.” 
Her face drops, and you feel bad, but only a little bit. You ignore the small giggle fit from Hannah, mouth covered by Jimin to stop her, and avoid eye contact with everyone except Jungkook. He gives a small smile, sliding the whiskey bottle towards you, and you grab it, standing up and grabbing your coat and purse. 
“Where’s this friend of yours, Hannah?” You ask loud enough for the group to hear while walking away. 
You find the VIP section yourself, seeing Yoongi and a stranger sitting on the semi-circle-shaped  couch. Yoongi pops open a bottle of champagne while the stranger makes small talk, much to Yoongi’s dismay. When he looks back up, he sees you and smiles. 
“There you are! Hannah said she was gonna be right back.” He shouts as he gets up to hug you. When you pull away, his hand takes yours and twirls you around in a circle. 
“Was this all Hannah’s doing?” You nod, pouting slightly. 
“She keeps calling it the revenge dress. I still don’t understand it. But, I just pissed off Taehyung, so that’s fun.”
“Oh, he actually showed up?” He grimaces, and you love it. 
“With his girlfriend, Mandy. Who called him Taetae.” You enjoy Yoongi’s reaction as he curls his lips into his teeth, trying not to laugh. 
“Oh boy.”
“Yup.”
“That explains why you have one of my most expensive bottles of whiskey?”
You clutch the bottle to your chest like a child, glaring at him. 
“Jungkook said it’s mine.” 
“Pretty sure he didn’t pay for it, but okay. I’ll just take it out of his paycheck.”
“Wait, wait, wait! No need to do that!” You grab his arm when he turns away from you.
“Yoongi, can I drown my anger and sorrows in your bottle of whiskey?” You cuddle the bottle, stepping slightly closer to him, turning on your cute pout with the puppy dog eyes he’s never once resisted. “Please?”
“That’s better.” He grins, eyes drifting behind you. “I’m gonna bounce since I think I might punch him for dumping you if he so much as speaks to me, but I’ll see you later, yeah? If he gets too much, come find me.” 
You nod, letting him kiss your forehead before quietly shimmying past the approaching group, ignoring his name being called by Hannah. You don’t even have to turn to face the group to know Taehyung’s eyes are on you. You can feel them, feel the anger radiating from his body. You ignore it, sitting down next to the stranger, and quickly whispering in his ear. 
“Quick. What’s your name?”
“Huh? Oh. Uh, Eunwoo.”
“Hi, Eunwoo. I’m y/n. Did Hannah drag you here?”
“The loud girl? Yeah.” 
“That’s her, yep! Listen,” you turn to see the group making their way up the steps to the VIP lounge, turning back to Eunwoo quickly. 
“The tall one in the red suit that is going to be glaring daggers at me the entire night is my ex that dumped me after four years of dating without a reason. Wanna have fun?” You grin at him, sneakily putting your hand out for him to shake. He takes a quick peek behind you to see the man in question walking in after the others start trailing in. 
“Deal. Is there a limit?” 
“Play your cards right, and there won’t be.” You wink, turning back to the group and missing his smug smile. 
Eunwoo sucks.
Taehyung immediately broke him. 
One of Taehyung’s skills that helps him in the business world is his ability to make anyone bend to his will with that stupid attractive boxy grin.
When Taehyung sat across from you, eyes still trained on you with a clenched jaw, you introduced Eunwoo to the group. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and although you visibly flinched, you went along with it. When Jimin asked how you two had met, you admitted you met tonight, but he seemed pretty cool. You finally met Taehyung’s dagger stare, and regretted it immediately. He raised an eyebrow, and you knew it was a threat, glaring back and mouthing the word don’t. 
The stupid boxy grin wins every time. 
You don’t even know what they spoke about, but within five minutes, Taehyung had Eunwoo wrapped around his finger, and it felt like a lost cause. 
Hoseok showed up half an hour later, already drunk, and tried pulling any of you to dance. Hannah and Jimin practically jumped out of the VIP section, and Eunwoo and Mandy joined. You said no, for fear of your dress causing issues. Taehyung also stayed behind.
Fucking hell.
You pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling through whatever app you had open last, pretending your ex is sitting across from you and staring at you. 
“Why not go dance with your girlfriend?” You finally ask, putting your phone down and taking the cap off the bottle of whiskey, pouring it into your glass, purposefully ignoring Taehyung’s empty one. You tuck the bottle next to you on the couch and take a long sip.
“Why not dance with your boy toy?” 
You smirk. “He’s not my boy toy. I literally met him a minute before you.” You swirl the liquid in the glass, watching the dark colors move around the clear glass being lit up in various colors thanks to the lights in the club.
“Besides, I probably couldn’t dance in this dress or these heels even if I tried,” you mumble, taking another sip that empties the glass.
“It’s a great dress.” your eyes flick up to his, and he dares to give you the boxy grin. 
“That won’t work.”
“What won’t?”
“The grin.”
“What are you talking about?”
You don’t respond, opening the bottle and refilling your glass before closing it and placing it back on the couch. 
“Why not just drink from the bottle?” He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. As he continues to watch you.
“Why not mind your business?” You snark back, finishing the glass. 
He doesn’t respond, watching you for a bit while you look around the club, trying to will him out of existence. 
“You do look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you look like this since—”
“Please, shut up, Taehyung. I didn’t ask.” You sigh, shaking your head and continuing to look around. 
“I’m not allowed to compliment you?”
“Nope.” Your lips popped at the end of the word. You give it two seconds, and then you’re standing up, grabbing the bottle and leaving your jacket and phone tucked away in the couch cushions. 
“Your words are worthless.”
You move to walk down the few steps out of the section when Taehyung’s hand grabs your wrist. 
“Y/n, come back.”
“No.” You pull your arm away from him like he was diseased. 
You see him lay his head against the headrest of the couch, letting out a groan as if not sitting back down was the biggest inconvenience to him. But you ignore it, walking out of the VIP section and finding your way back to the bar, hoping to find Jungkook, but instead greeted by Seokjin.
“Hey, y/– Well, that’s an outfit.”
“Thanks,” you grumble out as politely as you can. You’re getting tired of the outfit comments. You want to go home and get in the baggiest clothing you own and curl up on the couch with a large pizza and Netflix. Preferably with your Netflix buddy who is not at the goddamn bar.
“Where’s Jungkook?”
“He’s on break. He’ll be back in fifteen.” 
Fuck, you mumble as you hand the bottle to Seokjin. “Can you take this and put it in the bottom cubby on the other side of the bar, please.”
“Isn’t this ours?” He turns the bottle in his hand. You glare at him, a small pout forming.
“Yoongi gave it to me.” Seokjin nods his head, not willing to argue back and puts it where you told him. 
You want to sit down, but you left your jacket on the couch, so now you’re stuck standing for fifteen minutes until Jungkook comes back. Seokjin brings you a glass of water at your request, and you try to drink it slowly. You decide to people-watch, eyes skimming over the crowd to find someone and make up a story about them in your head. That should pass the time.
Except you can’t because the second you get settled on someone, Taehyung leans against the bar facing you. 
“Go away, Taehyung.” You warn, but he ignores you. 
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why wouldn’t I care?”
You open your mouth, ready to rip him to shreds when your eye catches something better. 
“Figure you should care more about your sweet girlfriend making out with Hobi while Eunwoo has his thigh between her legs.” 
His eyes follow yours to the three of them on the dancefloor, acting as if they were all alone. You watch his face flash from hurt to annoyance to like it didn’t even matter. He shrugs, turning his attention back to you.
“I guess I’m single again.”
“Mmm…Bet you love that. Congrats.” you roll your eyes as you take another sip of the whiskey.
“She was a bit too needy.” 
“Right. You’d rather them be submissive in a little corner and out of your peripheral vision for a few years, leaving them confused and hurt until you decide to just dump them randomly over a fucking text message when they finally ask if you two can talk to figure out what the fuck is going on.”
“What?” 
“What do you mean, what? Does that not ring any fucking bells?”
“I ended things because you were distant, because you–”
“Distant? I was distant because you would have a fucking temper tantrum every time I tried to talk to you! You’d call me needy and say I was pissing you off to your coworkers. So I stopped because I felt like I was annoying and you didn’t want me anymore.”
“That’s because I was always busy working when you’d try to talk.”
“When have I ever tried to interrupt your work or whatever you had going on that day to get you to pay attention to me? Give me one fucking example, Taehyung, because I guarantee I made sure to never bother you when you were working.”
“Maybe if you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation." 
What’s that mean?
You push his comment out of your mind, take a big drink of water, and go back to watching the crowd. You find Hoseok again, but with a different girl, tongue shoved down her throat while his hands grope her all over. 
“At least Hobi's getting some. He hasn’t in a while.” You mumble, mostly to yourself. 
“When’s the last time you did?” You turn to him in shock, almost spitting out your water. 
“Fucking excuse me? That’s none of your business.” 
The bastard smirks. 
“Mmmm. So not recently. And judging from the heavy amount of snark, it’s been a good while.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You turn back towards the bar, face flushed in anger and embarrassment. Taehyung laughs, smacking the bar counter. 
“Oh, my god. It wasn’t me, was it? Was I your last fuck?” You say nothing, he tuts, shaking his head. “That’s a travesty, y/n.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t,” he pauses when you turn back. “Do you at least masturbate?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Why are you depriving yourself of pleasure?! Did I teach you nothing?”
“What would you have taught me? You were never there.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming around your glass when he becomes speechless. 
“Well maybe later in the relationship, but early on I’d have you begging and crying.” 
“Not anymore, thank god.”
“I’m sure I could get you the—”
“y/n!” You look up to see Jungkook making his way back behind the bar and watch as his smile drops at the sign of Taehyung. 
“Oh, hey Taehyung. How’s it going?” He tries turning his fun bartender personality on for your ex, who just stares at him in return. 
“It’s going. Was just catching up with y/n.”
“Ah…” your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and you roll them, making him smile. 
Taehyung did not like that. 
“Yeah, she was just telling me how she hasn’t gotten any since she was with me,” he chuckles before continuing, “And I’m just so confused, Jungkook. Because it’s been over a year, right? So why haven’t you made your move yet?”
“What?”
“Excuse me?” 
You both speak at the same time, Jungkook hard glaring at Taehyung, your eyes flicking between the two.
“Taehyung, please just fuck off.” You plead, grabbing his arm. 
“No, no, no. I’m way too curious to hear the answer to this.” His eyes stay on Jungkook, whose cheeks are flushed even under the horrible club lighting the moment your eyes turn back to him, secretly curious as well. 
“Do you want me to get Yoongi, y/n?” He looks back at you. Jaw clenched, eyes begging you to say yes. 
You want to. But you don’t want to cause drama. Sure, it sounded like Yoongi was kidding about punching Taehyung, but you know he would in a heartbeat with the right excuse. 
This was all a bad idea. The dress. Hannah’s stupid idea of hooking up with someone. Being snarky to Mindy. The alcohol. Speaking to Taehyung. It was all a bad idea. You should’ve stayed home and watched some lighthearted sitcom while eating pizza and ice cream. 
You sigh, leaning away from the bar and letting go of Taehyung’s arm. 
“No, I think I’m just going to go home. Let Hannah know, please?” 
“You’re not going home alone, y/n.” They both speak, turning to glare at one another. You shake your head, losing patience. 
“At least let me see if Yoongi will let me leave early. I’m sure he can cover the bar.” You close your eyes, nodding. 
“Fine. I’m going to go to the bathroom and get my stuff. I’ll meet you at the front.” Jungkook agrees, bolting from the bar to find Yoongi. 
You turn to leave, a hand grabbing your wrist again, his thumb gently rubbing against your pulse point.  
“You’re just gonna leave? Just like that? Shouldn’t we talk?”
You glare at him, angry at the way your heart tightens at the puppy eyes he gives you. You know they’re fake and yet you feel that pull to give him a chance. It’s the slightly harder rub of his thumb against your wrist that snaps you out of it. 
“There’s nothing to talk about, Taehyung. Goodbye.”
You tug your wrist away harshly, storming away from him and toward the bathroom. 
You thank any and every god or deity to ever exist when you find the bathroom shockingly empty. You lean over the sick, hands gripping the sides as you try to calm down. You don’t know if you want to scream in anger or cry because you know your heart is still healing from the hole he left. 
This whole night was a mistake. Yes, you were in a better position in life. But you have absolutely no control over yourself when it comes to Taehyung. You’re irrational, angry, and petty, and your sarcasm level has skyrocketed. You hate it. 
Your eyes close when you hear the door open, hoping they’ll just assume you drank too much and leave you alone. 
They snap open when you hear the door lock. And there he is. Again. 
“Taehyung, please. I don’t want to do this. Just leave me alone.” 
“No.” He leans against the locked door while you lean against the counter. 
“Please. I’m tired, I want nothing to do with y—”
“I miss you.” 
Dead silence except for the thumping of the bass from the music in the club. 
His eyes switch from a dangerous gaze to what looks like sincerity. 
“No, you don’t.”
He pushes himself off the door, pinning you to the counter. This man loves being in your personal space, and you hate the way your body betrays you in favor of him.
“I do. And we both know you miss me.” He whispers, a hand coming up to curl a strand of hair framing your face around his finger. His other hand is on the counter in between yours and your ass pressed against the counter. 
“I don’t.”
“Why else would you be avoiding me like this, hmm?” A finger trails down from your ear, across your jawline, and to your chin, lifting up to meet his gaze. 
“I’m avoiding you because you hurt me, Taehyung. You broke my heart and made me feel worthless.”
“Then let me fix it, baby. Please?” His lips form into a pout, forehead resting against yours before he leans in more to kiss your jawline. 
“Let me help put my baby back together. Make her whole again.” He whispers it in your ear, and you feel your resolve breaking. 
Don’t you dare, y/n. 
“No, Tae. Stop.” Your hands come up to push him away, but he pulls back, a genuine smile on his face. 
But is it genuine? Or is he that good at faking it?
“You haven’t called me Tae in years.” He actually looks like he’ll cry. “I’ve missed that so fucking much, baby.”
“I hate you.” You seethe, tears piercing your eyes. You’re no longer pushing him away, hands gripping the lapels of his suit. 
“Good. Hate me. Hurt me. As long as you feel something for me, and only me.” He whispers back, capturing your lips with his. 
You hate how weak you get from his lips. How easily you let him use his hand to tilt your head so he can deepen the kiss when you gasp from the shock.
You hate the burning on your skin where his other hand finds your hip, squeezing hard.
You hate that the stilettos make you just tall enough that your ass rests just above the counter. And all Taehyung has to do to get you to sit on it is push you back further, the hand on your neck finding your other hip so he can easily lift you up. Your legs spread naturally for him to stand in between, the tight dress riding up high enough that you can feel the cool counter on your thighs.
His hands travel all over your body, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. You can feel his growing erections rutting against you.
He’s winning.
And you hate that. 
Hate him.
Your hands find their way to his hair, roughly pulling his lips off you until you’re face to face again. His lips, his goddamn lips, are wet and parted, with his tongue just barely sticking out. His eyes are sleepy but daring, and you’re still angry.
“Knees.” is all you say, secretly enjoying his confusion as you shove his head down as slowly gets to his knees. You scoot yourself closer to the edge, letting him roll your dress up over your hips to settle on your waist. You lift your hips off the counter for him to remove your underwear, grabbing it from him before he could put it in his pocket like he used to. 
With a hand still tangled in his hair, you roughly guide his mouth to your dripping center, settling your thighs on his shoulders to keep him close. Your head falls back, lightly hitting the mirror behind you when his tongue licks straight up your folds, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking softly. 
“Fuck. Tae, more.” You whine, pulling his face closer while bucking your hips up against him to cause more friction. You feel his lips curve into a smile as he lets out a growl. 
One of his hands grips your thigh, while the other shoves your other leg off his shoulder, instead pushing it further to the side. He gives you no time to register what’s happening until there are  suddenly two of his impressively long fingers curling inside you. You let out a strangled moan as he fucks you with no mercy with his fingers, eventually adding a third, all while his sucks on your clit get harsher and harsher. 
It feels fucking amazing, especially after not having anyone go down on you in over a year, and you’re already so close. But you refuse to give in to him so easily. 
“I said more.” You groan, yelping when he drags you almost off the counter to completely devour you. 
Fuck, he’s good. 
It takes no more than another minute of him relentlessly fingering you, lips and tongue working their magic on your clit until your grip on his tightens and you’re falling apart. His free hand holds you down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and ignoring your pleas for him to stop. 
“Tae. Please, fuck, stop.” You moan out, already on the edge of a second orgasm. You feel him chuckle as gains your folds, his fingers curling up just enough to hit the exact spot he knew he’d find. 
The man knows your body too well. 
And just like that, you’re screaming as your orgasm fires off like a gunshot. Your legs try to close around his head, and he doesn’t fight it, pulling his fingers out and using his tongue to lick up every drop of you that he can. 
“No more.” You quietly whine, pushing his head out from between your legs, almost sending him to fall back on the floor. 
In the few moments it takes for you to calm down and gather yourself, you hear Taehyung standing and his belt coming undone. 
“No.” You stand up quickly, trying to find your balance in the stilettos with your shaking legs. 
“No?”
“We’re over, Taehyung. This isn’t happening.” You forcefully grab your underwear from his pocket, carefully putting it on, ignoring the way he lightly holds onto you to help you stay balanced. 
“But…”
“Sorry if your dick is hard. I’m sure you can get any girl with that smile of yours. You just won’t be getting me,” you huff out, “ever again.”
You lower your dress back down over your ass, readjusting as needed and half-ass fixing your makeup when your ex decides to drop the bomb. 
“I still love you.”
You stare at him through the mirror. Your expression is dead inside, with no emotion. He looks heartbroken like it’s you that hurt him and not the other way around. 
He’s the victim, not you.
But, you’ve seen this look. He’s done it a hundred times after going out and finding him flirting with a girl that’s not you. Saying you weren’t paying attention, so those girls thought he was single and he’s too nice to say anything. 
Or when he’d go on those very clearly optional work outings without telling you and then blame his job as to why he can’t be with you. Blame you for why he doesn’t take you out anymore. Blames anyone but himself. 
And he always, always, ends it with I love you.
Which is how you know the exact response to give. 
“There's no love for a liar.” 
He stares you down, hands in his pockets stepping closer. 
“You need me.”
And that’s when you laugh. 
“Like fuck I do, Taehyung. The only thing I need you for is to be a constant reminder that I can do better. That I will do better.”
You don’t give him time to respond, instead telling him to have a great life and pushing him away from you and exiting the bathroom. 
You try to calmly walk back to the VIP section, but the second you turn the corner and hear the bathroom door open, every emotion possible starts running through you. You book it to the couch, grab your stuff and head straight for the bar. You panic when you don’t see Jungkook behind the counter. 
You jump when a hand touches your arm, turning to see Jungkook standing there, eyes wide when you hug him tightly. His arms instinctively wrap around your middle as you dig your face into his neck. 
“What happened? What did he do?” 
He gently brings your face away from him, thumbs wiping at your tears. “Do I need to kill him? Get Yoongi to cover it up? I’m sure he’d want to take part in the murder though.” 
You shakily laugh in his hands, letting his smile in response calm you down. 
“No, no murder. I just wanna leave.”
“Want me to take you home?” 
“No,” you shake your head. “I think Hannah wanted to bring Jimin over for Valentine’s Day. I think that’s secretly why she wanted me to hook up with someone.”
You both laugh as Jungkook lets go of you to grab your jacket and help you into it. 
“To mine then. We’ll get you in some baggy sweats of mine, eat some trash food and watch trash films all night. And,” he puts a finger up as he backs away, stepping behind the bar and returning with the bottle of whiskey. “We’ll finish this off. How’s that sound?”
“Like the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You grin, pushing Taehyung out of your mind to focus on the man before you being the most amazing friend you could ask for.
“Let’s go, Valentine.” He winks at you, wrapping your hand in his as you make your way out of the bar. 
You’re never going along with Hannah’s silly plans again. 
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bobaandasiandramas · 2 months
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I officially started writing again last night. I'm rusty and I think I need to watch Tale of the Nine Tailed again to be more in the mood of writing for The Truth Untold.
I actually wrote more for Find Rest for Your Soul than I did for TTU. Not much more, but it was definitely more.
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aloneatpeace · 8 months
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Hollow moon - Taehyung wolf au Part 2
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Ft Jimin who’s appearance nearly messed up the whole plot 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ 2.6k words of longing and angst
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“Will she be there?” His closest friend asks as Taehyung buttons his dress shirt. The quarterly gala for the local packs was tonight, it was Taehyung's first one as lead alpha. He shrugs in response to Jimin’s question, trying to appear unaffected but his face gives him away. 
He always wore his heart on his sleeve, unable to hide it if he wanted to, no matter the circumstance. The quality never affected him before, until he met and was rejected by you, now it was a part of himself he hated. Actually, since the encounter, slowly he was beginning to hate more and more of himself, because this was the body, the man, you rejected. He could feel himself apologise to his wolf a thousand times over, for not being enough for their mate.
“Isn’t that what you want?” you had said to him that night. “The freedom to choose?”
He looks over to his best friend, his platonic soulmate since birth, who shared the same values as you did. ​​Jimin had voiced his disagreement with the moon’s bonding more than once, to the point that the elders of their packs grew weary of the other alpha. The Moon’s choice was absolute, they had no qualms accepting the matter. But Jimin was young when he fell in love with someone who wasn’t his mate, the issues he had with the laws were deep and traumatic… which is why Taehyung was so afraid that you had met someone else before him.
“She reminds me of you,” Taehyung says out of the blue, after his train of thoughts the sentence makes sense to him, but to Jimin it’s another one of his random outbursts. He frowns at the rejected alpha but does not question his words.
“I know you said you would do the same Jimin,” Taehyung says solemnly. “But I just want you to know, for your mate the rejection feels like you’re being shredded apart, like gravity disappears and your soul tries so hard to latch onto something solid it grabs onto everything but tears itself into pieces in desperation for anything to hold onto. I don’t feel here, I just feel lost.”
There’s silence between them as the words hang in the air until Taehyung elaborates further, the blank despondent look on his face makes Jimin feel for this friend.
“Even if I were to hunt all the parts of myself down, I would never find them all, I’ll never be whole again.”
They say nothing as he turns away, both of them ignoring the tear that slipped out of the alpha’s eyes. 
He tried to swallow down the bitter feeling as he walked through the grand entrance of the estate, the neighbouring packs were hosting this gala, and every eye was turned to the rejected alpha, and behind each gaze was an agenda. It was no secret Taehyung was the most eligible bachelor amongst the packs, and now word had spread that he was mated to the deranged Luna, the opportunity presented itself in their eyes to forgo the Moon’s wishes. 
The hypocrisy of these wolves, Jimin thought beside his friend, only obeying the Moon’s wishes when it suits them.
The amount of well wishers that visited him since the day of his rejection were beyond that of sympathy. The business between mates was a private matter, the disrespect towards the bond was thinly veiled as every wolf that arrived brought their daughter or daughters as if to say ‘take your pick’, as if numbers would play into their favour. Jimin had to hand it to Tae for not losing his cool, although at times it seemed he was close to. Instead of taking it out on the suitors and severing valuable ties, he visited Jimin’s pack and vented to the shorter alpha.
He watched now as Taehyung subtly searched around the room with a desperate hope in his eyes, evident to those who knew him, like Jimin did, he was looking for you. Even Jimin scoured their surroundings, but he noticed, you were nowhere to be seen.
“She's not here,” Taehyung absentmindedly breathes as his gaze searches on.
“Maybe she decided against coming,” Jimin suggests but the alpha shakes his head, rejecting the idea.
“I heard that her pack weren’t taking the news too well,” Taehyung sighs in worry for you. “I’ve heard rumours about how they treat her.”
His wolf wants to whine, wants it to rumble out of his chest to call for you.
“Cavemen,” Jimin rebuffs with a scowl. “You’re talking about this very casually,” he notes as he looks up and down at his friend, admiring the fact that despite the rejection he was still behaving as the gentleman he knew. He looks Jimin in the eye with a pressure of intensity behind the gaze that, despite all their years together, he can't decipher.
“I don’t hate her,” he confesses. “I just hurt.”
He's here, you feel your wolf stir in the confines of your chest, like the light of your soul started burning again, rousing it from a cold barren sleep.
You bore the whispers and looks of distaste sent your way, took them with your held head high but you wanted a breather, a break from the onslaught of their disapproval. Mates were rejected, it was a rare possibility but it happened, so why were you alienated for it? The passage you walk down is empty, and you’re thankful.
The wolf inside of you grew more and more restless as you begged her to return to her slumber, even if it made you feel empty again, but pleading with her was fruitless when what she wanted was so close yet not within reach. You could feel your being summersault inside your chest repeatedly while you searched for a place of calm, away from judging eyes and the presence that was making your muscles atrophy the more you moved further away. 
As you stumbled in your heels, in the unfamiliar estate, the corridors grew darker, but you welcomed it when the distance meant you could no longer hear their taunts and whispers. The air was still, quieter, you were left to your thoughts, only having to fight the voice that begged you to find him. You didn’t give in, instead you walked to the hollow arched window in front of you, a sense of deja vu washing over you. 
Light flooded through, sent from the crescent moon illuminating the night sky with a tint of blue. She looked like she was losing herself, like someone had taken a huge chunk out of her being but she still radiated light better than any star. You could deny it all you wanted, but with your gaze on the moon you knew why you were hated for your decision. You were torturing your wolf, and his, the purest parts of yourselves, your souls. It was unforgivable. You knew that, but you had done unforgivable things before and lived to tell the tale. 
“I don’t deserve him,” you whispered to the whining wolf inside of you as if it would placate her, closing your eyes as you stubbornly stood by the statement. 
“Deserve who?”
You turn to the alpha that crept up on your hiding place, heart pounding from the shock. How did he sneak up on you like that? You inhale through your nose deeply, meeting his amused grin with a confused one of your own. He smelled like- your alpha. Wafts of his scent stuck closely to this stranger. You shake away the thoughts as fast as they come, you didn’t need to wonder about Taehyung, he wasn't yours. 
You eye the newcomer carefully, not wanting to trust him just because he brought a familiar scent with his foreign one.
“It’s rude to sneak up on someone,” you chastise him bluntly. 
“Deserve Taehyung?” he ignores you, continuing his question, although seemingly talking more to himself than you. His hands are in his pockets as he walks closer to you, not helping the fact he already put you on edge. “Well if you’re anything like me like he seems to think, you probably don’t.”
He lets out a humourless breath of laughter, again more so at himself. 
“Look, I don’t know who you are but it’s really none of your business.”
He looks at you then, meeting your steady gaze with a burdened one of his own. His eyes were aged beyond his years, not in wisdom but in scars. He doesn’t seem surprised to see similar ones in yours, different shapes, different stories, but they weighed the same as his.  
“I’m not here to convince you to give my best friend a chance,” he scoffs, those heavy eyes never leaving you. “That would make me a hypocrite.”
You stay quiet, cautiously watching his movements, trying to figure him out, trying not to indulge in that stupid faint smell that lingered on him.
“The Moon knows the day I meet my mate I will cut the cord,” he mutters. “After seeing the number it's done on Tae, for their sake I hope we never meet.”
He stands beside you, hands still in his pockets, looking out at the moon the way you were but with such distaste you could feel the hate radiate off him. 
“Not that I care anyway,” he admits with a hollow smile. “Whoever they are, I already despise them…”
“I don’t hate Taehyung,” you recoil from the alpha, brows furrowing again at the unsettling feeling his words evoked. “I don’t know him, how can I hate him?”
“How can you be expected to love him?” he scoffs again bitterly, meaning every word. “How can he expect it?”
His statement ran true, echoed everything you had been saying but his tone of voice made you dislike him instantly… Was this how people reacted to you when you preached the same philosophy? But you never said it with such hate to the individual, to your mate, only the ideals. 
“It's not his fault,” you mumble to your unwanted mate’s defence. “We grew up with these beliefs instilled in us, and they're not all wrong…”
His eyes snap to your form then in surprise or disgust, you don’t know, ready to argue with you.
“What’s wrong is the expectation to follow them without thought, without choice,” you explained, not letting him interrupt. “Why should the Moon decide whom I belong with? Why can’t that be my choice?”
He doesn’t speak but you hear him swallow down whatever it was he wanted to say. The silence is stifling, you don’t want to stand in it for much longer.
“Excuse me,” you make your leave, going back the way you came and leaving the alpha to ponder to himself in your absence. 
Your wolf settles, sitting calmly inside your soul without complaint, as if for once she agreed with your decision, lulling you into a false sense of security. You should have realised she was leading you to a trap.
You catch yourself before you stumble into the figure as you walk through a doorway, the both of you caught in shock on either side of the arch between you.
“Taehyung,” you breathe, caught in his gaze, your wolf inside of you leaping towards him but you hold her back, imprisoning her behind the bones of your ribcage. 
His hands are balled into fists beside him, tightening when you called his name, did you realise you were drawing him in? Those eyes staring at him so wide he could see inside your soul, he swore he could hear your wolf whining for him. He was fighting every fibre of his being by not taking the steps he wanted to close the distance. The weight in his chest as it pulled was making him lose his breath, the absence of you since that night made his wolf desperate.
Mate, Luna, Love, could you hear his wolf call out for you in the confines of his soul the way he could hear yours? Trapped in your respective human body unable to reach each other. The thought has Taehyung souring, you can see it on his face as he looks away, he wanted to tell his wolf there was no point in pining, no hope, not when you rejected the bond.
“Are you okay?” You ask, a light whisper despite the heavy guilt burdening your body.
How do you manage to simultaneously break his heart and mend it back together? He was caught in a paradox in your company, empty and full, cold and warm, his body was unsettled as his soul spiralled within it. He manages to nod but it’s a lie, it takes him longer to find his voice, a light awkward atmosphere lingering between you, and yet the silence was so loud. 
“I was looking for my friend Jimin,” he explains, avoiding an actual answer to your question, trying to smile, trying to behave like he was fine, not for pride’s sake but because he was afraid. You already saw him at his most vulnerable, he openly bared his soul and it got him hurt, he didn’t want to do it again. He wouldn’t be able to bear it a second time. 
He should walk away, he should leave you just as you wanted him to, but he glances over your sunken form. The way your shoulders that were held so high the last time he saw you were slumped and defeated has him speaking before he can stop himself.
“Are you okay?” he repeats your words softly, feeling your pain mirroring inside of him. As hurt as he was, he didn’t want you to be. You were the cause of all his heartache, but he still wouldn’t wish you any sadness. 
He can see the surprise in your features at his question for your wellbeing. He knew of the way you were treated in your pack, he wanted to tell you how strong he thought you were for being so resilient against them, for standing up for your beliefs, but he didn’t know how it would sound coming from him. 
He can see your eyes glisten in the fire from the torches on the wall, the way it illuminated you to him despite the distance. He itched to stand closer to you, take you in his arms, hold you for a moment. You both needed it, that much was clear, but he would have to wait for you to take the first step. All he could do was extend out his hand and wait. 
You glance down at his open palm before looking back up at him questioningly.
“Let’s go somewhere,” despite his earlier conviction he wasn’t going to make himself vulnerable again to your rejection, the look in your eyes compels him to. His wolf inside of him takes over, even if he was putting himself in the firing line, it was instinct to protect you, to make sure you were okay. You could stampede across his chest, and he would let you if it was what you needed. 
“I’m no good for you Taehyung,” you whisper, and the way you said his name gripped his heart in a way that made him realise where he lost it, why he was feeling like his chest was so empty in the first place. He left it with you that night, and a part of him didn’t want it back.
Who says? He wanted to challenge but he doesn’t, you didn’t need that right now.
“I’m not trying to convince you of reconsidering,” he says, not needing to elaborate on what, “but I don’t want to be here, and I suspect, neither do you.”
He reaches out to you, and you don’t know what compels you to do so, but you take his hand.
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correct-bangtannies · 2 years
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Seokjin: I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded-
Jungkook: What about school?
Seokjin: Fine. Other than school. And no TV
Jungkook: The TV's broken
Seokjin: Then no computer
Jungkook: I need the computer for school
Seokjin: Then… No, uh… No Tae
Jungkook: What?! No Tae?!?!
Seokjin: NO TAE
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matchagator · 10 months
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Two New Chapters!
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There are now 16 released chapters for this series, so please check them out and comment your thoughts on the story so far!
You can click the link on the banner or here. {Summary:} Follow the seven founding families of Lamont as they fend off creatures from disturbing their town. Will their traditions uphold when one of their own proves to be just as terrifying as the creatures they hunt?
{Main Pairings:} Wolf Hybrid Min Yoongi/Original Female Character, Wolf Hybrid Kim Namjoon/Original Female Character.
{Rating:} 18+ Mature
{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Wolf Hybrids Horror
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namsfuriousphantom · 8 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Original Female Character(s), Kim Namjoon | RM/Reader, Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble/Original Female Character(s), Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Bangtan Boys | BTS Ensemble Additional Tags: Yandere Kim Namjoon | RM, Mermaid Namjoon, Mafia BTS, Boss Kim Namjoon | RM, Hybrids, Hybrid Kim Taehyung | V, Cat Hybrid Park Jimin (BTS), Cute Jeon Jungkook Summary:
This is a brief list of all of my upcoming fics.
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kittentaegu · 8 months
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OMGOOOOOOOSH I LOVE THIS SONG SOOO MUUUUCH IT'S THE BEST SOLO SONG YET AND IT'S NOT EVEN THE OFFICIAL TITTLE TRACK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HIS LOOK, HIS STYLE, THE STYLE HIS BEAUTIFUL VOICE IS SINGING IN, THE RETRONESS OF IT ALL, THE LOCATION, THE MOOD LIGHTING, ALL OF IT OMGOSH IMMA PASS OUT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH~!!!!!!!!!
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blackkbears · 1 year
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HELP FINDING A TAEHYUNG FANFIC
It is a wolf au where reader/oc (not sure which one) got rejected by her mate and went to Taehyung for help. She wants to have have a pup, but can’t because her mate has someone else. In this au the Luna goddess made it to where you can only have children with your mate. She goes to Taehyung (who has history with the goddess) to grant a wish so she can have a child with someone. He offers her a deal that she can have more than one pup if she mates with him.
Last I knew there was only one part..
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sopebubbles · 11 months
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Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Chapter summary: you shouldn't be out in your condition, but at least Jungkook and Jimin are there to save you.
Warnings: assault/violence, ngl m/c is basically unconscious for this whole chapter, language, nudity, straight panic
Word count: 5k
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Jimin fought the skip in his step so as not to embarrass Jungkook as they walked down the street to a relatively new nightclub that was supposed to be friendly to Lykos. Although it was technically illegal to deny anyone access to most spaces based on subspecies or secondary gender, there were still many places in the city where alphas, betas and omegas alike were looked down on or outright harassed. This new club was located closer to their home than most of the nightlife in the city, and Jimin couldn't help but be excited about checking it out. It had been a long week for the beta, as most weeks were, and as much as he loved relaxing at home with his pack, he was grateful that his fellow beta was willing to accompany him for a night of letting loose. Jungkook had also seen his fair share of Sapien bullshit this week while on duty, and he frankly needed to blow off some steam.
Being a cop was an oddly perfect job for a beta, not that the ordinary Saps Jungkook worked with always saw it that way. He managed to remain calm in situations that neither alphas or even regular Sapiens could. The calming pheromones he exuded with his subtle, fresh linen scent worked even on the Saps who didn't know when it affected them. But this week there must have been something in the air causing an uptick in Sapien-Lykos violence, and even Jungkook's ability to de-escalate most situations failed to save the life of a young omega male. He died right in front of Jungkook before he could even react. So when Jimin suggested they go out for a few drinks, Jungkook didn't hesitate.
Another thing that made Jungkook a good cop was his ability to smell trouble. He liked it much better on duty than in his freetime. When the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he wished he could ignore it. He knew that something was wrong several seconds before his brain was able to fully process the scents carrying around the corner from the alley they were coming up on. Two aggressive alphas and one omega. An omega in heat. It was an incredibly alarming smell to encounter on the street at night. What omega in their right mind would dare to go out of the house at such a time? What alpha would let them?
It took Jimin a moment after Jungkook to catch on, but when he did, they shared a heavy look. Their steps slowed as they approached the opening of the alleyway, and when their footsteps silenced they could hear the gruff voice of one of the alphas speak.
"What's a pretty little omega like you doing out all alone in this state?"
"M not," a weak female voice whimpered in response. "Please, I'm not."
"Of course you are, sweetheart. It's no use hiding. Let us take you home and take care of you. Alpha will give you what you need."
A muffled no was choked off with a gurgling sound. Jimin looked pleadingly up at Jungkook, who knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer.
"Police! Put your hands up!" Jungkook called in his most commanding voice as he stepped around the corner and into the alleyway. He felt somewhat foolish, holding his hands up like a gun toward the other men, not knowing if they were armed. But faking it was all he could do at the moment.
The two men paused to look briefly in Jungkook's direction, but the light in the alley was too dim to give his ruse away. Instead, the alpha that had his hand around your throat squeezed tighter and pulled you closer just to slam your head back against the wall. He let you fall like a sack of potatoes to the concrete before he and his friend ran toward the other end of the alley, hoping that the "officer" would focus on helping you and not on catching them. It was a smart bet.
As the alphas' footsteps faded away onto another street, Jimin slipped past Jungkook to get to you first. He knelt down to the concrete beside you and asked in a shaking voice, "Miss, are you alright?"
Panic threatened to cloud his mind, but Jimin was used to dealing with Lykos in crisis from his job as a social worker with homeless Lykos youths. He leaned in closer to hear that you were still breathing while he pressed two fingers to your throat. You were positively burning and your heart was racing. You were definitely in heat. But what were you doing out here on your own?
"Should we call the police?" Jimin asked, turning his head to look up at his pack member.
Jungkook tensed. He'd love to say that the cops would be able to help, but the police were still more or less ignorant when it came to things like heats and ruts. They were still considered taboo to Saps. "They're less likely to get her to a safe place than to lock her up for public disturbance." Jungkook shook his head. "Maybe we can take her to the hospital."
"They'll turn her away. Heat isn't a medical emergency, and it will actually cause a public disturbance."
"Fuck."
Jimin stood with his hands on his hips and shared a look with Jungkook that had the taller beta shaking his head before Jimin even made a sound. "We gotta take her home."
"We can't take a random omega home, Jimin."
"We can't leave a vulnerable omega alone on the street either!" Jimin let out a quiet whine that had Jungkook clenching his fists.
"Don't fucking start. We'll take her home and have Yoongi check on her and see if we can get her coherent enough to get her home."
"Thank you, Kook," Jimin sighed.
Jungkook let out his own heavy breath as he stooped to pick you up in his arms and carry you back to the pack's house. He wasn't doing this for Jimin, or for you, but for his own conscience. He couldn't watch another omega die this week.
You weren't heavy, but you made the walk back to their house feel longer than before. You seemed to come around again as they returned home, and for a moment you felt disoriented, but Jungkook fluffed out his fresh linen scent as soon as he realized it, and it was enough to keep your frantic, homoronal mind down for a few more minutes as you nuzzled unconsciously into his neck. When they started up the sidewalk to the house, Yoongi's face appeared in the glass pane to the left of the entrance. He quickly opened and closed the door, hurrying down the steps to confirm that there was indeed a limp body in his youngest packmate's arms.
"What's going on?" Yoongi's voice came out in a hiss, but even that couldn't hide his natural concern. Any decent alpha would be concerned for an omega in your state.
Jungkook pushed past him and up the steps to set you down on the soft outdoor couch. Your head lolled as he pulled away. Your nose sought out his scent with a whimper.
"We were passing by when this omega was being assaulted," Jimin explained.
"So you brought her here?" Yoongi's voice was hushed but tense.
"We didn't know where else we could take her, hyung," Jimin shrugged.
"She's in heat!"
"No shit, Sherlock," Jungkook grumbled. He'd been able to breathe in nothing but you the whole way here, and while the smell of an omega in heat was far from unpleasant, even to a beta, it had him on edge. Yoongi glared at him. "We need you to take a look at her hyung. There were a couple alphas with her when we found them. Just, check to see if she's hurt please."
Yoongi stared at him in frustration for a moment before he sighed and bent to look at you. He had worked as an EMT for enough years to be able to control himself around an omega smelling as sweet as you, but that didn't mean it was easy for him. When Yoongi pressed his fingers to the pulse point just next to your swollen scent gland you let out another weak cry. He cursed silently as he tried to get a read on the rhythm of your heart.
Meanwhile, Jungkook took the purse that they had found beside you from Jimin and dug his hand inside. He pulled out a wallet and a phone a moment later. Opening your wallet first, he pulled out your ID and held it out to compare the picture on the card with the troubled face before him. "It looks like her name is Y/N," he informed the others.
You made a sound of recognition at hearing your name, but it didn't come close to being a word.
"Check her head, hyung. The guy who attacked her hit her pretty good."
Yoongi's deft fingers pressed lightly around your skull until he reached the back of your head and you winced at the tenderness. He pulled one hand back to check for blood, but there was only a small amount, indicating you didn't have a serious head wound, although he was sure it hurt. Before he could pull his other hand out of your tangled hair, you turned your nose into his wrist and breathed in his citrusy scent.
"Alpha," you moaned, low and quiet, with a breath-taking neediness that even Yoongi struggled to ignore.
"Fuck," he breathed as you nuzzled against his skin. Yoongi fought to keep a grip on his senses. "Why the hell did you bring this fucking omega here?" He groaned and forced himself to pull his hands away before he could get caught up in your smell. He wanted it covering his skin. He wanted it all over him like it was all over Jungkook.
"What else were we supposed to do? Just leave her there?" Jimin knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you were in a crisis, and any port in a storm would do.
"No," Yoongi groaned, hanging onto the edge of his sanity by his fingertips. "Who would even let an omega out of their sight in a state like this?" It was unfathomable, unconscionable. Even now Yoongi's instincts were screaming at him. Get her inside the house. Get her in the nest. Protect omega. Breed her. He forced himself to take several steps away from you and gulps of what he hoped would be fresh air. Just enough for his rational brain to remind him that he could not and would not breed a random omega he just met. No matter how good she smelled.
Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little grateful he hadn't been an alpha. It wasn't the first time he thought so, but watching the elder male struggle now, he was keenly aware of it. "Jimin, go calm Yoongi hyung down before he mounts the poor girl."
Yoongi let a low growl start in his chest and neither of them were sure if it was toward Jungkook or the image his words conjured. Jimin obeyed and went to pin Yoongi between himself and the wall of the house. Jimin's lavender had never been strong, but he did his best to exude as much of the calming scent as possible, and Yoongi buried his nose against Jimin's scent gland until he was able to think more clearly.
Meanwhile Jungkook had managed to open your phone and was looking through your phonebook in search of an emergency contact. None was designated, but that was less surprising than the fact that there were almost no saved numbers in your phone. All of the names in the list had "(work)" beside them. Seeing no other choice, Jungkook tapped on the first contact on the list and held the phone to his ear. It rang four times before someone answered.
"Bitch, where are you? Your shift started two hours ago!" A voice on the other line responded.
Jungkook suppressed a snort. "Hi. I'm calling on behalf of Y/N. You work with her?"
"Uh, yeah? I'm supposed to be working with her right now. Where is she? Who is this?"
"I'm trying to help her. I need to get-"
"Is she okay?" The voice interrupted over the loud music in the background.
"I think she's okay. She must have unexpectedly gone into heat. Do you know how to get in touch with her pack?"
There was nothing but the noise of what must have been a bar on the other end of the line while Jungkook waited for an answer. "Hello?" He asked. He looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes across the porch. They were clearer now, but filled with confusion.
"Sorry, did you say Y/N went into heat?" The voice on the phone asked. They must have gone somewhere quieter, since their voice was much clearer and louder.
"Yeah. She-"
"But Y/N is Sapien," the person stated.
Jungkook's jaw dropped open a fraction. He had incontrovertible proof to the contrary, unless this person wasn't Y/N. It took him a moment to recover. "I'm sorry, do you have a number for her emergency contact?"
Jungkook could hear the person on the other end swallow before speaking. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I have to go."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Jungkook feeling more confused than ever.
"What happened?" Jimin questioned as the beta stared blankly at the screen.
Jungkook didn't answer, but dove his hand back into your bag, searching for answers.
Before he could find any, the front door was yanked open, revealing the pack's other three alphas, and one very annoyed omega. From the doorway, all Hoseok could see was Jungkook, and all he could smell was your heat-sweet scent coating the beta's body.
"What the hell is going on? And why the fuck do you smell like another omega?" Hobi demanded, hands on his hips. He had made sure to scent both his betas well before they left, even though he knew they would inevitably come home smelling like strangers from the club. That wasn't an excuse for why Jungkook smelled like fresh hot apple pie and sex. For God's sake, they hadn't been gone more than an hour. Jungkook froze in his search with wide eyes.
"It's not what you think, hyung," Jimin defended, turning to look at the rest of his pack, but not moving away from Yoongi.
"Jimin, what are you doing?" Hoseok's eyes examined the way Jimin held Yoongi against the wall with his body.
"Listen, we're just trying to help someone in need. There's nothing suspicious going on." Jimin held out his hands in a placating gesture. Hoseok was possessive, even for an omega, and he was already pouty about the betas wanting to go out earlier. Jimin should have known that he would be extra touchy about the situation, but he would just have to deal with it. "We found an omega in need and we brought her here. That's all."
Hoseok sucked in an annoyed breath, and that's when he caught it. Your warm apple scent had a sour edge that it shouldn't, not in heat, not unless you were feeling stressed. He leaned around Jungkook to look at your limp form resting on the couch. Fuck. "Bring her inside before every alpha in the neighborhood comes prowling around the yard," he huffed in spite of himself. More than one pack member let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding.
Jungkook slung your purse over his shoulder before bending to pick you up again while the others turned to go inside. Hoseok held the door open with a glare while he ushered you in, careful not to bump your head on the doorframe. It was embarrassing, truly, how affected Hoseok could see all the alphas already were by your scent filling the warm house. They bounded off toward the bedroom. If they had them, their tails would be wagging. Pathetic.
"Take her to the spare room," Hoseok instructed. No way was he letting you into his nest. He'd just washed everything today and it would only drive the alphas more crazy anyway. You would be better off in the spare room, which was cozy, and most often used by Jungkook and Yoongi when they came home in the middle of night and either didn't want to disturb the pack or didn't want to be suffocated by them. Taehyung also slept there sometimes when he painted late into the night. It often made Hoseok prickly not to have his two youngest mates in his nest, but he tried not to take it personally, and he made sure the room was well taken care of with items from each member of the pack. He hadn't washed the bedding this week, but Jungkook's scent was calming–Hoseok knew from experience, especially during heat–so you probably wouldn't mind. Not that the other omega cared if you minded, to be frank. You were an interloper and all that mattered to him was getting you out of here as soon as possible with minimal impact on his pack. Hoseok followed Jungkook into the bedroom and then stood in the doorway, arms braced against the frame as he faced his alphas, forming a formidable wall in front of them.
"You all get back to the living room right now," the omega ordered.
A distinctly Yoongi whine rose from the back of the group. He hadn't forgotten your scent or your warmth or the fact that you needed him. Needed alpha to help you. Needed him to—
"Jimin," Hoseok barked through Yoongi's haze. "Get these idiots settled in the living room, and Jungkook and I will take care of things here."
Quiet groans sounded, but Jimin just chuckled as he took Yoongi and Taehyung's wrists and coaxed them away. "Be nice, hyung. It's not their fault the pheromones make them dumb." He pushed Taehyung down into the corner of the couch before pressing Yoongi into his lap. The two didn't hesitate to touch and nuzzle each other, anything to take the edge off the neediness that you aroused in them.
Jin and Namjoon were more difficult to drag away, big dumb alphas that they were. They stood obstinately in front of the door. "Let us in, Hobah," Jin pleaded, not sounding at all like the pack alpha he was. "She needs her alpha."
Hoseok choked on his spit before he held up a hand in front of Jin. "You are not her alpha, Seokjin. And if you don't walk your ass over to the couch this instant you won't be my alpha either."
Jin ducked his head, properly chastised. He didn't know why he said that. He couldn't help it. It just slipped out. He grabbed Namjoon's arm, and the two wisely walked away.
Hoseok closed the door and turned to help Jungkook. As soon as he had set you down on the mattress, you had begun to squirm. Although he had initially been concerned about you having a concussion, he could see now that you were just deep down in the heat headspace, one ruled by instincts that had you seeking out comfort and relief. Your clothes were becoming soaked with sweat and your hair clung to your forehead. Jungkook watched as you flopped over onto your belly and followed your nose around in search of a nice spot on the bed. You found Yoongi's pillow and breathed in deep, followed by a muffled moan. "Alpha."
Jungkook began to feel uncomfortable, a tightness in his chest coiling as he watched you struggle in vain. But it also felt wrong to see. He had never seen a strange omega go into heat before. The only heats he had ever actually participated in were Hobi's, but before that he had only seen relatives in a state as vulnerable as this. Your shirt slid up your torso and you lifted your backside into the air and Jungkook flushed.
"Hyung," he said with quiet urgency.
Hoseok was picking up some discarded items from the floor in an attempt to clean up the room, but he looked up at the youngest's voice. "Can we do anything for her?"
Hoseok bit back another sarcastic comment and sighed. He reminded himself to find some compassion. You were in a dreadful state. He couldn't even imagine how distressing it would be to be around strangers, away from your pack in a heat as strong as you were clearly having.
"She might be more comfortable if she got out of those clothes."
As if in response to his words, you rolled over onto your back once more and began to fumble with the button on your pants. Little puffs of air left your mouth in huffs of frustration.
"Hyung, is she about to take her clothes off?" An edge of panic laced his voice. Hoseok rolled his eyes at the bashful beta. He had to do everything himself.
"You go get a couple of bottles of Gatorade from the kitchen. She'll be needing the electrolytes. I'll try to get her…settled." Jungkook nodded at the orders. "Oh, and take these and drop them in the washer," Hobi added before Jungkook turned to leave and held out the bundle of dirty clothes for him to take.
Jungkook hesitated. "Maybe we should leave them for her. They might help a little."
A pulse of possessiveness tweaked Hoseok's muscles and he gripped the cloth tighter in his hands. What right did you have to his pack's soothing scents? But he pushed it down and nodded, letting the younger man go. He left the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and went to sit beside you. You still hadn't managed to remove any of your clothes yourself. Hoseok knew that some heats could be worse than others, especially when he was younger, or when the pack first started to form with Jin and Namjoon. He could see you were completely out of your senses, so far down into primal lust that you couldn't think straight or string three words together. Every now and then your face shifted in confusion, just for a second while your brain tried and failed to recognize anything familiar or comforting in your surroundings. The pained look finally brought Hoseok around to his empathy, and it kicked in with a surge in anger. He finally realized why Jimin and Jungkook had to bring you here, because truly who could let a helpless thing like you out of their sight? Hoseok reached out his hand to brush the hair away from your blazing skin. You keened into his cool touch, and he laid his palm flesh against your forehead. You relaxed for a moment, ceasing your constant wriggling.
"You are burning up, pup. We should get you out of these terrible clothes so you'll be more comfortable." You didn't respond but began to shift again without making any move to remove your clothing. "Is it okay if I help, little one?"
Again you didn't speak but your face morphed into a dopey expression that was almost a smile. Your glassy eyes seemed to sparkle. Hoseok couldn't even help the small smile that tugged his lips.
"I promise this is all business," he said as he began to unbutton your pants and then slowly tugged them down. When he had finally pulled your jeans off your feet you kicked them cutely in the air. You sat up on your knees, more energetically than you had been since he'd seen you. You reached down and pulled your shirt clumsily over your head, bringing a rush of blood to Hoseok's cheeks.
In spite of the fact that their pack was all male, most of them had been with women, just not Hoseok. He was young when he met Jin, so it wasn't that he wasn't interested or attracted, it just so happened that no women had come into their lives in any important way for Hoseok. And he definitely wasn't prepared for you stripping in front of him. He sat in stunned silence so long that he didn't realize what you had truly wanted was to get out of your bra until he heard you whine and noticed you clawing clumsily at your back, unable to even comprehend the clasp. Before he could move to help you there was a thud against the door.
"Do you need help, Hobi hyung?" Taehyung's voice carried through the wood. He must have been called by your whines too.
"Go back to the couch, Tae," the omega barked and heard a defeated whimper before footsteps moving away. "Let me help you, pup," he said more gently and twisted you around to access the tricky clasps. He wasn't much better than you due to his inexperience, but eventually he got it done. You slipped the offensive article down your arms and turned to him, inching closer as if to climb into his lap, not caring one bit that he was a stranger and you were nearly naked. Hoseok slipped off the bed to stand away from you. He picked up your shirt and held it out to you.
"Maybe you should put this back on now," he offered nervously. He tried desperately not to look down at your swollen, peaked nipples that were just begging for attention. Your apple pie smell turned sweeter, warmer, filling up the room.
Jesus. He wasn't even an alpha and you were still affecting him. He tried to hold the shirt up to cover you from his view and his omega brain came back online. This shirt was rough and had been tight fitting. It was the last thing you would want when your skin was so sensitive.
"I'll…I'll go get you something softer to wear," he said shakily. He dropped your shirt to the floor and looked around for something until his eyes fell on the clothes he had pulled up. He spread them out in front of you. "Here, you can wear any one of these in the meantime. I'll be right back."
To his relief you instantly brought one of the shirts to your nose and inhaled deeply before picking another and doing the same. It made a perfect distraction, and he was able to slip out the door. Outside, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Then he opened his eyes to a wide-eyed Jungkook and nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Is she okay?" The younger man asked, holding two different flavors of sports drink in his hands.
"She's okay for now but you do not want to go in there right now."
"I'll just go give her these," he said, holding up the two bottles.
"Leave them outside the door. We need to talk with the pack," Hoseok replied, regaining his composure. The beta did as he was told and followed his hyung to the living room where the others waited on the edge of their seats.
"Jimin, can you tell me what happened and where you found this poor girl?" Hoseok prompted. The four alphas tried hard to focus as Jimin quickly informed them on what had happened.
"Where is her pack? What if those men were her alphas?" Jin wondered aloud and hoped that wasn't true.
"It doesn't seem likely," Jungkook said. "If it was they would have tried to explain but they just ran off and left her."
"It doesn't make any sense. Why would she go out if she was going into heat? They can come on fast, but not that fast. Why wouldn't her alpha keep her at home? They must have smelled her." Hoseok stroked his chin while he spoke, searching for an answer he couldn't fathom.
"She must have been heading into work," Jungkook offered, recalling the bizarre conversation he had with your coworker earlier.
"Isn't that what heat leave is for?" Hoseok asked. Not that he would know. He'd grown up in a fairly traditional pack and never had an outside job a day in his life. He enjoyed staying at home and taking care of his pack. But he knew it was a luxury, and one he was grateful the pack could provide it.
"Heat leave still isn't a right for omegas. Not all employers offer it, nor are they legally obligated to," Jin informed them.
Jungkook nodded. "The woman I spoke to on the phone didn't even seem to know Y/N was an omega."
Taehyung's ears perked up. "Y/N?"
"That's what her driver's license said. Do you know her?"
Taehyung shook his head regretfully. "No. It's just a nice name," he murmured. Jin reached out to ruffle his hair.
"So how do we find her pack?" Namjoon asked.
"She didn't have any non-work numbers in her phone, so I think the next step should be to go to the address on her license and ask there." Jungkook got up to retrieve your ID from where he had shoved it in his pocket. "This address is only a few miles from here."
"I'll drive you," Jin offered, but Yoongi put his hand on the older alpha's shoulder.
"You should stay here with the pack, just in case anything happens. I'll go with Jungkook."
Jin gave him a grateful nod and Hoseok couldn't hide his relief either. Helpless and pathetic as you might be, it wouldn't have felt safe to have a stranger in the house without the pack alpha home.
"Do you want me to come with you guys?" Jimin offered. He didn't know what he would be able to do but he felt invested.
Yoongi cupped his cheek. "You're needed here, in case one of these guys breaks their chain," he grinned before he leaned in to kiss the pretty beta's lips. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assured Hoseok with a kiss to the worried crease of his forehead.
"You be sure to read that alpha the riot act when you find them," Hoseok said.
"Sure thing, love," Yoongi winked before following Jungkook out the door.
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A/n: thanks for checking out chapter one! Please send me lots of nice comments and questions! They help me figure things out and motivate me to keep writing! Check back for chapter 2, in which m/c is still mostly unconscious 😅
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Nick and Judy ❤️
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bobaandasiandramas · 4 months
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I have been writing both stories. Slowly of course. I've thrown myself into reading books and crocheting - however I wanted to give a small snippet of each story chapter.
THE TRUTH UNTOLD CH 14
“Are you excited to see him?” Yuri asked her, as she shot her a grin in the rearview mirror. The two of them were waiting for Rang to come to the car. 
“Why do you have to ask it like that?” Eun-ji whined. Of course she was excited to see him, she knew that this deal was hanging on his shoulders - it would be nice to see him carry less stress around. 
Yuri giggled. “You two are my favorite. All I want is for you both to be unbelievably happy.” 
The wolf rolled her eyes playfully. “Yes, I’m excited to see him.”
“Oh there he is.” Yuri stated as she spotted the fox coming toward the car. 
The change was instant. There was a grin on his face and an aura of happiness around him. Rang opened the door of the car and slid in quickly. “My girls, tonight is a good night.” He ruffled Yuri’s hair with fondness and turned back to Eun-ji, who was leaning forward between the two seats. “Hello darling.” He leaned toward her and pecked a kiss to her lips before turning to face forward.
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And then for:
FIND REST FOR YOUR SOUL CH 7
“I’m sorry Alpha, please forgive me.” Her voice was losing its volume as she crumbled into him, her face ducked into his neck as she sobbed heavily, her tears dripping onto his skin.
“Shh, it’s okay. We have you now, you hear me?” He asked gently as he rubbed her back slowly.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
The words ran in circles around her head, her cries stopping immediately but her body jumped with small hiccups of sadness. This wasn’t her alpha, her alpha was gone. Gone, gone, gone. She let go of the body she was holding and sat back to look at the face that belonged to it. Her eyes focused slowly as she watched him study her.
Hoseok called her name gently as he cupped her face in his hands. “Are you back with me?” His eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes, searching for her in the depths of her irises.
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And there you go.
The chapters might not be long, or maybe they will be. I haven't decided. I'm just going with the flow. I hope you are all having wonder holidays.
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aloneatpeace · 8 months
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If you know I'm new and im seeing this thing that it's not a bts fanfiction without jackson Wang . And I read couple of book . And they all did him dirty . So should I include him in my fic and trust me i will soon upload new chapters of all my works . Jackson Wang is just wonderful i don't have heart to make him villan maybe an ally or something i don't know it just a possibility I just want focus on the main character.
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