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The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ chapter 3 + lore ~

[word count: 3650+]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 × reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, l'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask! 🖤 )

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 3 + lore ]

You swallowed loudly, Namjoon’s words ringing through your head. Stood before you were seven knights, as attractive as they were intimidating. They were clad in dark iron armour, long swords strapped to their sides.

“Princess, I introduce to you, the lucky seven.” Your father promptly stated, therefore queuing the men to kneel before you. “Your highness” they all spoke in unison whilst looking down in respect. This made your heart slightly jump at the sudden submission from the domineering looking men.

Standing up, the men turned their sight to your father as he continued “the lucky seven are our nation's most powerful and capable knights. They are of full hybrid, all seven being a pack.” Taking in your father's words, their pack name finally rang a bell. You’ve heard of them before. You’ve heard from whispers of servants that the pack is strong enough to take out dozens of assailants at once.

You had no idea that the two men that had saved you the night before were part of the infamous pack. With Namjoon’s kind and gentle smile you could have never imagined that he was apart of such a daunting pack. “Now. These men are to guard you in and out the palace at all times. You are required to have at least three knights by your side in the palace, all seven if you wish you leave the palace.” Your father ordered.

“Sir Kim Seokjin” he called. The man from the far left stepping forward, “My lord” he replied. “This here, is Sir Kim Seokjin, the pack’s oldest. He is a hamster hybrid.” your father declared gesturing to the man.

A hamster? He was tall and had broad shoulders, contrasting a small waist. You would’ve never guess that the tall and muscular looking man was a hamster hybrid. He was staring forward, head held up high.

Examining his face, you took note of his lips immediately. They were strikingly plump and glossy. Making your way up his face, his eyes were the colour of chocolate, the same as his hair. You found yourself in awe of the man’s attractiveness, you’ve never seen anyone so radiant, other than the two hybrids you had just met last night of course.

Without warning, the man’s glance turned from your father to you. Startled, you glanced away, embarrassed. Looking down, you closed your hands together and started to fidget with your thumbs. The man smiled at this. ‘how cute’ he thought to himself before turning his glance to your father once again.

“Sir Min Yoongi” your father called, saving you from your embarrassment. “My lord” answered the man, stepping forward. You looked back up to see the knight.

This man was shorter than the others, almost petite, with long black hair swept over the top of his head. He was just as ravishing as the hybrid before him, feline-like eyes and a downturned mouth. His jawline was less sharp than the others, giving him a soft look.

“Sir Min Yoongi here, is the second oldest of the pack. He is a cat-hybrid” your father spoke. ‘Of course’ you thought to yourself, even in his human forum he resembles a feline. You nodded to your father to continue.

“and I’m sure you’ve already been acquainted with Sir Kim Namjoon and Sir Jung Hoseok.” the two stepped forward, “my lord” they replied in unison before both turned their sights to you, making you unconsciously clear your throat. “Sir Kim Namjoon is the third oldest of the seven, a wolf hybrid as you may already be aware of. He is the pack’s leader.” stated your father, looking to Namjoon causing the knight to smile proudly, dimples displayed while straightening his posture somehow even more so.

Your fathers eyes then moved to whom you knew as Hobi. “And Sir Jung Hoseok is the pack’s fourth oldest. A dog-hybrid, specifically of the golden retriever species” your father gestured to the man. So he’s a golden retriever? You can’t help but smile at the thought, it suits him. His smile was wide and bright, truly like a golden retriever.

“And now I want to introduce the pack’s three youngest” decreed your father, resulting in the last of the three to step forward “my lord” they replied in unison, just like Hobi and Namjoon did. “Starting from the left, this is Sir Park Jimin, the third youngest. His hybrid animal is also a feline like Sir Min Yoongi” you turned your sight to aforementioned the man.

‘Woah’ you thought to yourself. He was a pretty man, face adorned with plump and pillowy lips like the hamster hybrid before him. His eyes were feline-like, almost seductive. The man was smaller than the others, a slim waist also like the hamster hybrid’s but you could tell that he had a strong figure.

“The middle knight is Sir Kim Taehyung, second youngest and a lion hybrid” your father motioned to the knight. This knight was equally as attractive as the rest of his pack, having an alluring look. The man having thick brows, making him look serious.

Upon further examination, you took note of his facial moles, one being above his lip and another on top of his nose. He also had both a monolid and a double lid. The knight had a structured face paired with a sculpted body, much like his other pack mates, only difference being his hands, as they were a bit larger than the others.

“And last but certainly not least, the pack’s youngest, Sir Jeon Jungkook, a bunny hybrid.” spoke your father. The last and youngest knight was ironically the second tallest of his pack. You could see that he was also most likely the most buff, coming to a close tie with Namjoon.

Contrasting his bulky frame, was an innocent appearing face. His eyes were wide, doe like, accompanied by lips with a sharp cupids bow. The combination was very charming. Enticed by the man before you, you also took notice of a little scar across his left cheek.

Your father cleared his throat, taking you out of your mesmerization “you are dismissed until dinner” he declared. You curtsied your father before turning to walk out the room. Followed behind you were multiple steps pattered against the floor, causing you to turn around, the steps to coming to a halt.

Behind you, stood the seven knights ready to escort you. “Oh, you meant starting now?” your voice rang through the courtroom.

The sounds of numerous footsteps clacked against the marble floor behind you as you made your way through the corridor back to your chamber. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy with the amount of eyes you felt on your back. The men were in a line, taking up the whole hallway while following closely behind you.

Each step you took, felt calculated, as if you would trip from the burning stares. You decide to stop, the footsteps behind you also stopping, mirroring yours. Acknowledging this, you started walking once again, footsteps following suit.

You stopped one more time, the steps halting once more. This is when you turned to face the men “can you guys at least walk beside or in front of me, you’re all making me very nervous.” you stated whilst rubbing your wrist. You were used of a servant or two following you around from time to time but certainly not 7 very attractive men.

“Why are you nervous? We’re your guards, we are supposed to protect you after all.” The knight named Jin spoke with a sly manner while moving to stand in front of you. The man bent down to match his height with yours, cocking his head with a smile. This made your stomach do all sorts of flips.

Startled, you took a step back and swallowed dryly. You weren’t used to such close eye contact, especially with a man who wasn’t your servant. You could feel the sweat beads quickly forming behind your neck when Namjoon stepped forward, wrapping his hand around Jin’s shoulder.

“Alright hyung, be mindful of the princess. Remember, she’s never been around anyone other than her parents and servants until the night before..” the wolf hybrid reminded the hamster hybrid. Jin clicked his tongue against his teeth “I guess you’re right…” he reluctantly admitted. “so? can you guys please walk in front of me….” you spoke quietly, causing the men to turn their attention back to you.

They could all feel their hearts warm at your timidness. Hoseok abruptly spoke up, stepping forward “Namjoon and I will walk beside you, the rest will walk behind you” he happily volunteered, much to the other hybrids chagrin. They wanted you walk beside you.

“okay.. thank you..” you breathed out. Namjoon and Hoseok walked up to your sides, the wolf-hybrid taking your left and the golden retriever-hybrid your right. The rest of the knights lined up behind you.

“better?” Asked Namjoon looking down at you. You looked up the at the wolf-hybrid, feeling a bit more comfortable than you did before. “Yes.” You replied and with that, you continued making your way to your room, the hybrid knights by your side and behind, following closely along.

As you finally made it to the oh so familiar tall white doors of your chamber, you couldn’t help but notice the gasps and whispers that came from your servants and maids as you were walking through the palace. Usually you’re kindly greeted and approached in the palace by your servants but with the intimidating looking pack that followed you, they all seemed to scatter away. It was as if they were avoiding you or more accurately, the pack.

This saddened you a bit as you already don’t have any friends. As pathetic as it may sound, your servants were the closest things you had to friends. Sighing, you were about to open your doors when you were cut off by a pair large arms.

“Please, allow us. Wait here.” Contended Hoseok. He turned the knobs, opening the doors as he and Namjoon stepped inside while the others waited outside with you. After the two deemed the room safe, they called out to their fellow pack members.

“it’s clear” signalling for you and the rest to walk in. ‘Is it going to be like this every single time I walk into a room?’ you questioned to yourself.

The sound of your clock filled the silent room, with the occasional turn of a book page from Namjoon who was reading by the seat near your windowsill. You were sitting in front of your vanity, braiding your hair while the men were scattered across your room. When your father said they were to be by your side at all times, you didn’t think he meant it literally.

Swinging your head back and groaning in frustration, you started to mentally berate yourself. If you hadn’t snuck out, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. 'You should’ve just stayed home' you thought to yourself.

Suddenly a light bulb went off in your head. Would the attack even still have happened if you weren’t there? How did the assailants even know that you were the princess? Was it the same way Hoseok did? Did they know you would be there that night? And if so, how?

Millions of questions ran rapid through your head. Your head started to feel heavy and sore. With sudden pangs of pain shooting through your mind, you decide to put your head down on your vanity, arms wrapped around underneath for cushion.

You shut your eyes and tried to do the same with your mind. You inhaled through your nose deeply before exhaling slowly through your mouth, as though if you controlled your breathing, your mind would soon follow suit. Much to your surprise, it did. Your mind slowly started to go blank, instead, focusing on the ticking of your room’s clock.

tick..tock..tick..tock..tick..tock.. you find yourself start to yawn as your body began to sunk even more into your vanity, relaxation running through your body. With the recent events that had transpired, you would think you wouldn’t be able to get a blink of sleep out of fear or paranoia.

Instead you felt safe. Knowing deep down, it is because of the hybrids that currently reside in your room. The ticking of your clock is getting quieter and quieter, before you succumb to your inevitable slumber.

It doesn’t take very long before the youngest hybrid notices that you had fallen asleep. Cautiously, he began walking towards your sleeping figure on the chair. You were facing down on your vanity table, head wrapped around with your arms.

Unexpectedly, you moved your arm to scratch your head, placing it back down away from your face. Jungkook slowly bent down and moved toward you to examine your face. Upon closer inspection, the hybrid noticed a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth. This made him chuckle in endearment.

Slowly backing up, he cleared his throat “Guys? I think the princess has fallen asleep” he whispered with a smile. Quickly, the men turned from whatever they were doing and fixed their sights upon you. Their faces softening as they took in the sight before them.

Your hair was half braided, baby hairs sticking to your forehead from sweat. Mouth slightly parted as you breathed in and out. “She looks so… peaceful.” Jimin spoke. “You’re right” Taehyung agreed.

They all continued to stare at you in silence whilst you slept, only the clock ticking and your soft breaths filling the silent room. What after seemed like an eternity, Namjoon finally spoke up. “We should get the princess into her bed.” The men uttered courses of agreement before Jungkook quickly offered “I’ll do it!” while standing up.

Everyone nodded and made their ways back to their spots, secretly a bit jealous that they didn’t think of Jungkook’s offer first. Quietly, the youngest made his way to your sleeping body, carefully picking you up out of your seat as to not wake you. Lifting you up, he laid your head on his shoulder, causing you to unconsciously wrap your arms around his neck, the action warming his heart.

He then wrapped your legs around his waist one by one. Cautiously, he started walking, making his way to your bed careful not to drop you. Slowly, he began to put you down on your bed but much to his surprise, you wouldn’t let go, your legs and arms still wrapped around his body.

“Um, Hyungs….” Jungkook quietly spoke. The rest of the pack turned their attention to their youngest, eyes widening at the sight. Jungkook wasn’t even holding onto you, yet, you were wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“She won’t let me go…” Jungkook continued. The sight made them envy the youngest. Jin stood up “are you sure? try leaning down on the bed” ordered the hamster hybrid. Jungkook nodded and did what he was told.

You were still holding on tight but now you were whining. Your whines tugged at the men’s heart strings. “shit…” Namjoon said, holding his chin while thinking. “Well… just let her sleep on you.”

Jungkook’s heart raced. He swallowed dryly “ar-are you sure?” asked the youngest. “yes, I’m sure” affirmed the leader. Namjoon couldn’t lie, he was envious of the youngest but your safety and well being came first, that included your sleep. So alas, he would just have to deal with his jealousy.

Slightly shaking, Jungkook softly sat down on the bed before putting his legs up and laying down on his back with you still wrapped on him. ‘The princess of the emerald nation is wrapped around me’ he thought. Looking straight up to the ceiling, he was nervous.

He didn’t want to make any wrong move so he just laid there, stiff, not even breathing. Suddenly you yawned and your grip on him became even tighter. This turned his gaze to you. You looked so comfortable. This subconsciously made him follow suit, his body relaxing at the sight and finally breathing.

Once he inhaled, he caught your scent. You smelt of vanilla and shea butter, causing him to decompress even more. He looked over your face and noticed your baby hairs, still stuck to your forehead. Slowly, he raised his hand toward your head, lightly moving them to the side. This made you sigh in content, the sound making the hybrid’s cheeks heat up.

'You were really cute' he thought to himself. The hybrid laid his head back down, closing his eyes. Your scent, the sound of your breaths and the weight of your body, all combining together to create a deadly melatonin for the bunny-hybrid. He soon followed suit you, falling into a slumber.

Night time quickly fell. The hybrids stared at Jungkook and you, begrudgingly. You were for sure going to be scented by the bunny hybrid by the time you woke up, and they all each wanted to be the first one to do so. You looked like a little pup compared to Jungkook’s large frame.

Although envious, they enjoyed the sight in front of them, their pack mate and their princess looking so comfy sleeping together. A knock brought them to their senses followed by a door creak. “Your highness?” spoke a servant.

They all immediately shushed the servant, startling him and almost causing him to jump. Looking around, he noticed that they were all sat around your bed, you still being wrapped around Jungkook. The servant nervously cleared his throat “apologies but uhhh, is princess y/l/n going to make it to dinner?” He questioned in a hushed voice.

“I don’t think so” answered Jin while turning to look at your sleeping figure on Jungkook, in a complete dead sleep. “okay well just so you’re aware, only three of you need to be here over-night so if the four of you wanna go back to your den then you ca-“ “no.” Namjoon abruptly cut the servant off. “we’re okay here.” The wolf hybrid affirmed, looking back to you.

“thank you, that will be all” finished the leader, turning back to give the servant a courteous, but fake, smile. “oh okay. I’ll be off then.” replied the servant before he made his exit, the sound of the doors shutting gently behind him. “So how are we gonna do this?” Asked Hobi.

“I guess the two of us can try and fit on the bed with Jungkook and y/n while the others can sleep on the floor” answered Namjoon. Jimin immediately stood up “I am not sleeping on the floor” making his way to the bed, laying down beside jungkook and you.

Jimin stretched his arms and yawned. “So who’s sleeping with us? There’s one more spot” questioned the feline. Suddenly a body jumped onto the edge of the bed, causing it to slightly shake. The pack members angrily shushed in unison. “sorry, I couldn’t help it” Hobi smiled, making himself comfortable on the bed. Namjoon sighed “I guess it’s you guys and I on the floor tonight, huh?” he concluded to Jin, Yoongi and Taehyung, nudging the youngest one.

“aishhhh.” Yoongi exclaimed while throwing his head back. “alright whatever” the lion-hybrid defeatedly said throwing his hands up before he started to make his way to what he assumed was your closet, looking for any sort of extra blankets. Taehyung wanted to sleep with you but he guesses that his three pack members will do for tonight.

[ LORE ]

Hybrids:

Hybrids are a humanoid species who can shape shift. They require the blood of humans in order to survive. Without it, they can lose the ability to shape shift back into humans. If hybrids stay in their animal form for too long, they can lose their humanity and minds before ultimately, dying as a rabid animals. Not all animals in this world are rabid, just hybrids who lose their humanity. This becomes a problem as humans become more scarce and classism rises in the nations. Needing twice as much as blood from a half human then you would a full human. Poor or small hybrid villages are often overlooked, deemed unfit for survival.

Humans:

Humans. What can we say about humans.. except everything. They are seen as gods, saviours, supreme beings and everything in between. Their yearly blood sacrifices that nourished their hybrid minds and bodies were seen as the most noble act. For this, they were and are forever in their debts. Human blood wasn’t seen as something to have to regulate or worry about since there were so many humans. Before the disaster that is. There was a huge unknown catastrophe hundreds of years ago that wiped out only and nearly all humans. Since then, humans and their blood have been regulated, only the richest villages in the nations being sub-stained while others, perished, turning into rabid animals forever before finally succumbing and dying. The fall of a hybrid village is something no one should ever witness. The scent of a human can also help a hybrid thrive and become stronger, kind of like a boost.

Emerald nation:

This nation was formed hundreds of years ago along with dozens of other nations following the catastrophic disaster that took almost all humans. The fateful surviving human families of that day were sent over all the nations, one family for each one. Over the years the nations capital villages that the human families resided in soon turned into kingdoms, the families also turning into what we know as royal. The humans served and provided for their respective kingdoms alongside hybrids alike. The humans also courted fellow humans from other nations royal families to keep the human blood line going but as time went on, there were no more other humans to court. This caused a proposal, a proposal for selected hybrids to court and mate with royal family members. This went on for years, resulting in half hybrids and quarter hybrids before only one full blooded human family remained. Your family.

a/n; hello again everyone! it’s currently almost 7am where I live. I stayed up to finish and proof read the chapter and I’m soooo tired but I really wanted to finish and share with you guys :)) anyways I’m gonna try and sleep for a bit. I’ll start a bit of chapter four tomorrow but I’ll be sure to have it finished and posted by Wednesday night or Thursday morning (my time zone is EDT) thank you for reading! 🥰

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daichiduskdrop · 9 months

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MASTERLIST

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Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Strangers to lovers

Summary: After Yoongi and Jimin find a distressed omega in the mall they take her home in an attempt to settle her. Quickly getting attached, the whole all-alpha pack starts to wish to keep the girl around, going completely soft for her.

The masterlist is not being updated at the moment. The following chapter is listed at the end of each chapter. Hope it helps!

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untaemedqueen · 1 year

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Finding My Pack

Alpha!OT7 x Omega!Reader

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

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

Chapter Warnings: Omega Abuse

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

Chapter 1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liar.

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

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

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

A small female omega with no qualities and no purpose.

I'm nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wish I was a beta.

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

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

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

I apparently ruined their business merger dinner.

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

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

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

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

"Y/N!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything about this place made me feel sick.

That includes my father's office.

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

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

It was her.

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

Family.

She left me here with my family.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get out.

That's what he was telling me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck! What is that smell?!

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

So he can smell that too.

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

Why the fuck was I about to nut over dessert?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright there, lads?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N…"

Beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She's mine!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh fuck, she's so perfect and sweet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, she's killing me here.

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

Her nod was slow and sad.

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

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

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

"Get fucked!" our pack leader growled.

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

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

#ABO #Finding My Pack #Chapter 1 #Chap 1 #Omegaverse #ot7 x reader #alpha!ot7 #omega!fmc #omega!reader #jeongguk #jungkook #fic #bts fic #yoongi #seokjin #namjoon #jimin #hoseok #taehyung

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ratherbefangirling · 7 months

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Belong 8

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, omegaverse au

Summary: where Jungkook has to make decisions.

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You browsed through the aisle looking for something that wasn't the worn out clothes you owned and was somewhat picture worthy.

Jin showed you a pale pink shirt with a little heart on it.

"Oh that looks cute." You comment.

"What about this?" Taehyung asks pointing to a sundress.

"Is this even appropriate for camping?" You asked unsure.

"You'll rock this I promise" Taehyung told you.

"Ofcourse we're just suggesting feel free to buy what you like." Jin reassures you.

"But seriously this screams you." Taehyung added.

"Tae." Jin warned.

"Fine." Taehyung said.

"Do you need something else? Did you get a torch or rain coat yet?" Jin asks checking the list Hobi sent them.

"Not yet. I'm glad I asked you guys to help me." You say.

Jin smiles at you fondly.

"Ofcourse we're happy to help." Taehyung replies.

You guys shop for everything you need. Jin and Tae don't let you carry any of the bags. When you insist Taehyung buys a slush and designates you as his slush holder. And when your hands get cold he gets Jin to chug it and then both of them hold your hands to warm them.

And some part of you thinks that you should be setting boundaries but you're so cold and they're so warm and maybe you are just a moth to their flame and maybe you'll burn in the end but the only other option the moth has is a cold and dark life.

Namjoon is met with the grim faces of his pack. But even if he hates it he has to take these decisions, hold these meetings.

It doesn't look that different from the regular, Jungkook lies in Jin's lap who is stroking the little alpha's hair. Jimin is feeding himself and the other two apples which yoongi continues to peel. Taehyung and hobi are cuddled together. He too wants to sit between the pack and enjoy the lovely weather.

"So I went to meet Jungkook's professor luckily he's only going to supervise a trip. So crisis averted." Namjoon tells them.

"Thanks hyungie." Jungkook says.

"You're welcome. Now I want to talk about y/n. " He can see the change in atmosphere. "We need to decide if we will officially court her or not. Till now we have sent unofficial courting gifts but reflecting on it I think it wasn't the wisest decision to proceed because Jungkook still hasn't asked her officially. I want to know what everyone thinks" Namjoon says.

Everyone turns to Jungkook.

"I dont know." Jungkook says.

Namjoon rubs his forehead. He feels a headache coming.

"Me and Taehyung saw her with another alpha." Jimin says.

Yoongi nods too. "Me too I saw him come out of her house."

"The flashy car?" Taehyung questions

"The flashy car." Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon's jaw clenches. Even though the courting had not officially began. He considered you pack. The news that another alpha was courting you brought an unpleasant taste to his mouth.

Jimin looked as Namjoon's face darkened. He could sense the bitterness of Namjoon's scent seeping in. While angry Namjoon looked hot. Nobody actually wanted to anger him because angry Namjoon was bitter and petty and his rational side was nowhere to be seen.

" Namjoon, dont" yoongi said softly.

Namjoon forced himself to relax.

"So tell us Jungkook what do you want?" Namjoon asks keeping himself in check.

"I dont know hyung." Came Jungkook's weak reply.

"You don't know fine. I will give you a week and I want an answer. We can't keep waiting anymore." Namjoon said firmly.

"Yes hyung."

"I'm going to bed." Namjoon announced feeling very drained.

"I will come with you." Jin offered.

"Me too." Jimin added.

"Thank you. Good night." Namjoon said leaving.

There was silence until Hobi finally spoke.

"Who wants to try Yoongi hyungs famous seafood ramen recipe? Me. Hyung make some."

Taehyung raised his hand and then lifted Jungkook's as well.

"Ok." Yoongi said as he walked to the kitchen.

"I will help" Jungkook offered.

Yoongi nodded.

You giggled at something Jungkook said. The sun was shining. The birds were chirping.He smiled happy to make you happy. There were flowers around so he made you a flower crown. For his pretty omega.

"Thank you alpha." You said.

"I can be a good alpha."

"I know you can. The flowers are so nice."

"Not more than your scent."

Your smile faded. You threw the crown away.

"You think this lousy thing will make me happy."

A guy with a red car drove destroying the garden. He pulled out a huge bouquet of roses and a diamond ring.

"Now that's what I like." You said and held hands with the alpha and left.

"Mate.. mate" He whimpered.

"Y/n please come back."

Jungkook awoke with a tear stained pillow. He rubbed his eyes. The nightmare still fresh.

Pack. He needed pack. So he trudged pillow and blanket in hand. Usually he'd trouble Jimin because Jimin was a night owl like him but since Jimin was with Namjoon, he decided to go to Taehyung. Despite being older than him he treated Jungkook like a friend.

He entered Taehyung's room.

"Taehyungie hyung" Jungkook called out.

Taehyung looked up from the game he was playing.

"What's up Jungkookie?"

"Had a nightmare. Couldn't sleep."

"Aigoo. Our baby. Come to hyung." Taehyung said putting the laptop aside and patting the bed.

They both snuggled under the covers.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked.

"It's about ... y/n. I don't know what to do?"

"What are you really scared of jungkookie?" Taehyung asked cutting to the chase.

Jungkook hugged a plushie looking away from Taehyung's penetrating gaze.

"It's just... what if..."

"It's ok tell me Jungkook-ah." Taehyung said softer now.

"What if everyone likes her more than me? What if she hates me? Who am I kidding she probably already does?"

"Jungkookie listen to me. I promise you nobody is going to stop liking you because of her. I'm pretty sure you're going to gate keep her. And yeah you were mean to her. But you need to apologise for that. Me and Jimin fight all the time. I'm pretty sure at one point Namjoon hyung was convinced Yoongi hyung didn't like him. Misunderstandings happen. The thing is you need to end it well. And it's you we are talking about once you set sights on something you're relentless. So if you decide to ask for forgiveness do it like you always do things, with sincerety and preserverance it will all work out in the end."

"Thanks hyung."

"You're welcome. Now go to sleep we both have things to do and places to be. Unless you want to start the morning with Jin hyung twisting your nipples."

Jungkook giggled.

Taehyung smiled.

"How was the birthday?" You ask Suyeon as you open the door for her.

"Don't get me started. It was super hectic and like I got to interact with his pack so that was like something." She proceeds to provide a detailed account of the instances around Soobins birthday."Anyway I'm just glad it's over and very happy Soobin liked it. And that I didn't castrate anyone in frustration. Now enough about me How's been everything?" She asks sitting on the barstool.

"It's been alright I went to shop Seokjin and Taehyung accompanied me. It was nice."

"I need details bestie." Suyeon said. "Wait let me get some popcorn. I have a feeling it needs popcorn."

"Don't be dramatic tell me."

You start making popcorn for her.

"I'm thinking of returning the gifts the pack gave me after I.. uh 'helped' with Jungkook's cycle."

"Why?"

"It made me feel a little cheap?"

"Have you opened them yet though."

"No."

"Atleast check them then" Suyeon urges.

"I'm not sure about that."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"Me actually liking the gifts knowing I can never be part of the pack."

"Girl calm down. You don't know that. Why are you so stuck on the worst scenario. Maybe things can still turn around and if not you always have yeonjun and then we can be part of the same pack."

"Do you.. does Yeonjun.. is he interested in me?"

"Duh. Like I can't tell you details because Soobs has been super secretive whenever I try but I'm definitely sure they have discussed this." Suyeon said.

"Whatever. Let's just open the gifts and get done with it. I want to go to our trip relaxed and stress free." You reply giving the popcorn bowl to Suyeon.

"Sounds good to me. Ready when you are"

You nod. "Ok let's do this."

You sit on the carpet placing the gifts on the coffee table and some next to you. Suyeon sits on the sofa opposite to you.

The gifts have been packaged with care and great details. You open the first one. It's filled with candies that remind you of a familiar scent.

The second box is of shoes. Golden in color which light up and fit you perfectly. You can guess its Hobi's pick. It's a little outrageous but also slightly cool.

There is also a card inside. A thank you card.

Dear Y/nie.

We may not say this enough but we are really grateful to know you. Thank you so much for everything. Thank you for being the kindest sweetest soul.

Love, joon, jin, Yoongi, hobi, tae, jimin, and JK

The next wrapping paper reveals customised pink stationery. It's an expensive brand which you buy and use occasionally. But you can see the thought behind the gift and you are surprised by the cute charm and shimmer details. Jin definitely took charge on this one.

The next is a Teddy. It's cute and has the softest texture. You really do guess the omegas were behind this.

The next one is the smallest of the pile. You open it to reveal seeds. There is even a detailed manual. Which is handmade. You catch the words best seeds from our own garden. The sketches are very pretty and detailed. You suppose Namjoon and Jungkook worked together on this. You had seen Jungkook's art around the house.

"Wow these are really good and thoughtful." Suyeon says impressed.

"Yeah.." You can't help but agree. "So what should I do?"

"Honestly just keep them. It looks like they spent a pretty penny on these nothing cheap. Also Like if I gave you a gift you'd keep it. Think of it this way. You are friends with them right. But ofcourse if you want to return them do it. I support you whatever you do.."

"You're right before all this we were friends and things might be complicated but I guess I should try and resolve it. I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt me and I was just vulnerable."

"Man maybe I should look for a pack that spends their money on me." Suyeon jokes.

You throw a cushion at her.

It was finally the weekend but Yoongi woke up early after going through his phone he decided to go make breakfast or brunch for the pack depending on when they decided to wake up.

He can hear the sound of running water as he nears the kitchen. Inside is Jungkook with an apron on brows furrowed in concentration scrubbing pans which seem to be covered in what is he assumes baking soda and vinegar or whatever cleaning hack Jungkook has recently come across.

"Morning." Yoongi greets making himself a cup of iced coffee.

"Good morning hyung." Jungkook replies still meticulously scrubbing away.

Yoongi decides to give Jungkook space and goes to sort the laundry. Only to find the machine already running and the loads separated and some clothes the ones that needed special care already on the drying rack outside.

"Jungkook. Did you do the laundry?" Yoongi asks.

"Yes hyung."

"You'll tire yourself out."

"It's fine."

"Jungkook. As much as we appreciate the laundry being done and sparkling pots. We don't want you being sick." Yoongi says.

"I know. Its just that I've caused the pack so much trouble."

Yoongi quietly joined Jungkook.

"Things happen. Its life." Yoongi says. Jungkook feels grateful for Yoongi.

"It's just. I'm scared Y/n won't like me. We never hung out before and now when I'm around her it's like I loose control of myself." Jungkook spills.

"Do you think all of us weren't worried about that. It's natural to be scared. But don't let fear control you." Yoongi says placing a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Yoongi hyungs right you know." Hoseok speaks. He had been leaning against the wall listening.

"Hobi hyung" Jungkook acknowledges.

"Hoba." Yoongi greets.

Hoseok wraps himself around Jungkook.

"What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes?" Yoongi says.

"Oh I got sent this waffle maker. Let's try that."

Hobi goes to search in his PR pile. Jin wakes up punches Jungkook playfully and then brushes his teeth sitting in the couch where Hobi finds him rolls his eyes and sets up the waffle maker.

Namjoon wakes up too a little later as Jin cuts up strawberries from his uncles farm. They discuss a little about growing some strawberries in their home garden.

"Hyung's I have to say something." Jungkook announces.

"What is it Jungkook?" Namjoon asks curious.

"I want y/n to be part of our pack. I'm going to apologise to her.

Omg jk finally got his shit together. So did I to write this chapter. I've been feeling crappy so I haven't been able to get a word out. But I decided to put this chapter out.

Anyway let me know your thoughts as always it's appreciated and it motivates me. An anon asked me if this was on hiatus which reminded me it's been a while since I wrote.thanks for the reminder.

If you have any ideas feel free to send. I'll look forward to it. Have a good day beautiful.

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chroniclesofbts · 3 months

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Break my Walls

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

Characters

Kim Namjoon

Pack Alpha, 29

Scent Bergamot and Jasmine

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

Kim Seokjin

Pack Omega, 31

Scent Cedar and Coconut

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

Min Yoongi, 30

Alpha

Scent Sandalwood and Coffee

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

Jung Hoseok, 29

Alpha

Scent Lavender and Ginger

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

Park Jimin

Omega, 28

Scent Orange Blossom and Lilac

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

Kim Taehyung

Alpha, 28

Scent Chamomile and Blackcurrant

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

Joen Jungkook

Alpha, 26

Scent Vanilla and Clove

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

Y/N

Omega, 24

Scent Cinnamon and Apple

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

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

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

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Scared of Love (in a coffee shop)

Pairing: ot7, ot6 x jungkook

Details: jungkook centric, a/b/o dynamics, coffee shop au, soulmates au

Summary: Jungkook loses his job and gains a new one.

Warnings: implied mpreg (not jk), attempted assault

Masterlist

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Jungkook was towards the end of his shift when he caught the posturing alpha scent. It broke through the bar’s typical alcohol and sweat smells. He scanned the crowd as he finished making the drink he was working on, placing it front of the customer with a tense smile.

There was a man looming over a girl in the corner.

Jungkook moved over to them. “Everything okay here?” He called out, over the many conversations in the room.

“We’re fine,” the man said, barely glancing at him. The girl’s body was frozen stiff, but her wide eyes flickered to meet Jungkook’s.

Jungkook frowned. “Give her some space.”

“What?” Now the man turned to look at Jungkook, gritting his teeth, lip pulled back in a partial snarl. “This is none of your business, man. Back off.”

“You’re the one who should back off,” Jungkook thought aloud. “She clearly wants nothing to do with you.”

The man smirked. “She never said anything.”

The girl opened and closed her mouth, eyes still locked on Jungkook, gaze turning pleading. The man leaned his palm on the wall behind her, pinning her there. She whimpered. He laughed and the sour scent of terrified omega curled into the air.

“That’s it.” Jungkook came out from behind the bar and grabbed the man’s arm, pulling him away from her.

“What the fuck!”

Jungkook twisted his arm behind his back and shoved him towards the entrance. Minho was working the door tonight.

“Keep him out of here, he’s scaring omegas!” Jungkook told the bouncer.

Minho nodded, grabbing the protesting alpha.

“You’ll regret that!” The alpha shouted after Jungkook as he moved back inside.

The girl was still in the corner. “You okay?” Jungkook asked. “Are you here alone?” She shook her head.

“My… my friends went to the bathroom. I went to get drinks, and…” She swallowed. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Jungkook grimaced. “That sucks. I’m sorry you were made to feel unsafe here.”

She shrugged. “I’m… it happens. I wish I was better at…” She sighed. “Thank you.”

Jungkook waited with her until her friends came back. They immediately wrapped their arms around her and offered to get a cab together.

Most of the customers left in the next hour, Minho shepherding any stragglers out the door with a firm hand and a tough look.

After he finished cleaning, Jungkook started the walk home.

It was early morning. The streets were mostly empty.

Jungkook sped up when the back of his neck prickled, like he was being watched.

Before he could react, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby alleyway. There was a loud rip as his jacket tore. It hung off his arm. Jungkook’s back slammed into the wall. He couldn’t breath.

“I told you you’d regret it.” It was the man from earlier, sneering down at him.

Jungkook gulped in air.

“I don’t,” Jungkook told him truthfully. Even if this alpha beat him up, he didn’t regret helping that girl earlier. She didn’t deserve this man invading her personal space like that.

The man’s brow furrowed. He leaned in and sniffed at Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook squirmed, trying to protect his scent glands. It was too late. The man laughed. Jungkook’s scent blockers must have worn off. They were a cheap brand that he frequently sweated off during his longer shifts.

“Omega,” he cooed. “Were you jealous? You wanted me to pay attention to you instead of her?”

Jungkook’s face twisted in disgust. “You’re delusional.” He tried to twist out of the man’s hold again.

“You’re too worked up,” the man told him. “Let me help you calm down.” He reached for the back of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook bit his hand. The man growled and reeled back. Jungkook kneed him between the legs. The man howled and crouched down, curling in on himself. Jungkook took off at a run.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Alphas like that liked a chase.

Jungkook ran with the man on his tail for several blocks. Then he saw a crowd of people coming out of a nearby club.

He wove his way into the crowd, hoping the mixture of scents would hide his. Club goers frequently wore strong scent blockers or perfumes so they could enjoy their night without dynamics interfering. Jungkook caught a strong fruity scent and moved closer to it. He saw the man pause at the end of the block, raising his head to sniff.

“Are you being chased?”

Jungkook flinched, turning to the strawberry-scented man who addressed him. Jungkook’s eyes widened. He was very handsome, dark fluffy hair contrasted with his bright red jacket. His arm was slung over the shoulder of a shorter man, who was also incredibly good looking.

Jungkook nodded, still catching his breath.

“For fun, or an unwanted suitor?” The shorter man asked. Jungkook stared, still a little startled by how good looking the two men were. In his job, he saw a lot of people dressed their best on a night out, but he never seen anyone look so good in a plain white t-shirt. The shirt’s wide neck line showed off several mating marks. Jungkook pouted slightly—of course such a pretty man already had mates.

The man was still looking at him expectantly.

“He’s a bully,” Jungkook explained. “I wasn’t… I’m sorry I’m hiding behind you.” He glanced back at the end of the block. The man was gone. Jungkook sighed in relief. “Looks like he’s gone. I’ll leave—“

“Better stay for another couple of minutes. Make sure he’s really gone.” The man in the red jacket leaned closer to whisper to Jungkook. Jungkook breathed in the strawberry perfume, the sweetness making him dizzy. He wondered how it would mix with the man’s natural scent. “What?” The man raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tae!” The shorter man smacked his hand. “Give him some space.”

“Sorry.” Tae straightened up, smiling sheepishly.

“It’s okay…” Jungkook mumbled. He listened to the two men (mates?) bicker for a few more minutes before he turned to leave.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay getting home?” The man in the white shirt asked him concernedly. Jungkook nodded. “Well… okay, stay safe.”

When he got home, Jungkook scrubbed his skin hard to get rid of the feeling of that man looming over him. He was a little disappointed when the strawberry scent disappeared as well.

Jungkook woke later that afternoon, a little sore and bruised, but otherwise fine. He frowned at the tear on his favorite coat for a while before cooking something to eat. Before long it was early evening, time to head to work.

“You’re fired,” Jungkook’s boss said. Jungkook stared at him.

“What?”

“A customer came to me this morning, told me you attacked him, unprovoked, showed me the bite mark on his hand.”

“It wasn’t unprovoked!” Jungkook snapped. “He attacked me first—and he was harassing another customer!”

“I didn’t hear anything about that, just that you attacked someone,” his boss said. He waved his hand dismissively. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter who started it, the customer is always right.” Jungkook lowered his head, trying to think about whether to curse his boss out, or beg for his job back. He needed the money, but at what point did this job stop being worth it? “It’s nothing personal, but I’m running a business here.” He clapped Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook tensed at his touch. “I’ve got to make the tough decisions sometimes.”

Ten minutes later, Jungkook sat on the curb outside the bar, Minho standing beside him, watching him in quiet concern.

“Oh.”

Jungkook looked up, seeing the girl from last night. She smiled hesitantly at him.

He nodded at her. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping to find you here. I wanted to thank you, again, for last night.”

Minho squinted at her. “This is the girl that creep from last night was bothering?” He asked. Jungkook nodded. “Maybe she could talk to the boss, get him to give you your job back.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “You lost your job?”

Jungkook nodded again. “Our ‘friend’ decided to drag me into a dark alley. I defended myself. He complained to my boss, so I lost my job.”

The girl frowned. “That’s ridiculous!”

Jungkook shrugged. “I think I’m done working here anyway. It sucks.” He glanced back at Minho. “No offense.”

Minho snorted. “None taken.”

“So… you don’t want me to try and help you get your job back?” The girl asked. Jungkook shook his head.

“The job search will be hell, but it’ll still be better than this.”

The girl bit her lip. “What if… what if I know a job you could go for?”

“Really?” Jungkook smiled. “That would be great!” He had already been dreading the process of touching up his resume. He hadn’t touched his portfolio since he left his apprenticeship. Unless his arm counted as an example of his work? He tilted his head. “What kind of job?”

Jungkook spent the rest of the night pacing in his apartment. He tried to settle down in his nest, but his nerves wouldn’t let him. He’d counted and recounted his savings, but it wouldn’t be enough to pay his rent and send hyung money. He needed this job. Hopefully the meeting tomorrow morning would go well.

Jin’s Cafe had the name Jin written over and over again on the window. Jungkook frowned, imagining a self-centered manager who wouldn’t be much better than his last.

“They’re really nice,” the girl said, as if she was reading his mind. “I promise.”

The sign on the door was flipped to ‘closed,’ but the girl punched a code into the keypad and opened the door.

The cafe smelled nice. There were the usual coffee and pastry smells, but also a fresh green scent, like a garden. The room was filled with shelves of books, records, and plants. Curving green vines ran under everything from trot to hip hop.

A man was restocking one of the shelves. He turned as they walked in, eyes widening slightly.

“Jiwoo-yah, you’re early. Your shift doesn’t start until later.”

“I know.” She smiled at him. “But, I actually wanted to introduce someone to you. You know how you said you could still use another employee?” She motioned at Jungkook.

“Hello.” Jungkook bowed slightly. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“Min Yoongi.” Yoongi dipped his head. “I’m one of the managers here at Jin’s Cafe. Are you open to a casual interview, Jungkook-ssi?”

“Sure.”

“Jiwoo, have you eaten yet?” Yoongi asked her. “Why don’t you go to the kitchen and get some breakfast from hyung? He’s got a new matcha toast he’s trying out.” Jungkook perked up. Yoongi grinned. “Ah. Bring one out for Jungkook-ssi as well.”

“Oh, no, no.” Jungkook shook his head. “It’s fine. I was just… curious.”

“Jin-hyung loves testing his food out on unsuspecting guests,” Yoongi told him, waving Jiwoo along. “So, Jungkook-ssi, do you have any experience working as a barista?”

Jungkook nodded. “I did work in a coffee shop during school.”

Jungkook waited for Yoongi to ask what he went to school for, but instead he asked, “Did you enjoy working there?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah. The manager was nice. And good at baking! She made these really good banana nut muffins I always used my employee discount on.”

“Do you have any interest in books, or plants, or music?” Yoongi asked. “We sell all three, so it’s good to know a little about them.”

“Well, I don’t know read much, and I don’t know anything about plants, but I do like listening to music,” Jungkook told him honestly. He and Yoongi talked about what kind of music they liked to listen to until Jiwoo came out again with a plate for Jungkook. The matcha toast was pretty, the green spread contrasting nicely with a neat row of strawberries on top.

“It’s yummy,” Jiwoo said. “Have some.”

“But don’t praise it too much, or hyung’s head will get too big,” Yoongi added. Jungkook actually lost his ability to talk for a moment, savoring the flavors mixing in his mouth. He let out a few appreciative noises. Yoongi frowned. “You don’t have to keeping eating it if you don’t like it.”

“What?” Jungkook frowned back at him. “But, it’s so good.”

“But your face is so angry!” Jiwoo protested.

“Oh…” Jungkook scratched the side of his face. “That’s just… how I look when I enjoy things.”

Yoongi grinned. “How cute.”

Jungkook flushed. “I…”

“You have green on your mouth,” Jiwoo told him. Jungkook groaned as she handed him a napkin. Yoongi was still smiling.

“Jungkook-ssi, how would you feel about starting on a trial basis?” He asked. “You haven’t met the rest of us yet, so I’d like to see how we all get along first, but I like what I’m hearing from you so far.”

“That would be great.” Jungkook bowed again. “Please take care of me.”

“No need to be so formal,” Yoongi said. “How old are you? Call me hyung.”

Jiwoo, as it turned out, was Jungkook’s same-age friend. She dropped formalities quickly, complimenting the purple tips of Jungkook’s hair as she walked him through how to use the espresso machine. Jungkook liked how she filled any silences with cheerful chatter before they could get awkward.

As soon as she finished running him through the sales system, Yoongi shooed him out the door.

“I wouldn’t start you on the morning rush for you first shift!” Yoongi said. “Are you free later tonight? We can introduce you to the rest of the guys and show you how to close up.”

“That sounds good, hyung.”

Jungkook walked home with a little spring to his step. He saw his brother had texted him, asking if he’d be available for a video chat with Seoyeon soon. Jungkook settled down in his nest, hugging the plush rabbit that Seoyeon had sent him from his last birthday. She had a matching one, “So when I hug my bunny, you hug yours, and it’s like we’re hugging each other, samchon!”

Junghyun answered after the first ring.

“What’s wrong?”

“What? Why does something have to be wrong for me to call you? You texted me earlier.”

“Yeah, but you hardly ever respond to my texts. Usually, I have to get Seoyeon to lure you in if I want a response.”

Jungkook pouted. “That’s not true.”

“…Sure. So, what’s up?”

“Well, don’t freak out, but I got fired.”

“…Jungkook.”

“It’s fine! Totally fine! I didn’t like that job much anyway, and anyways, I got a new job already!” Jungkook didn’t tell Junghyun why he’d gotten fired, but he told him all about Jiwoo and Yoongi and how nice they were being to him.

“It really sounds like you could get along with them well,” Junghyun thought. Jungkook hummed in agreement. “I’m happy for you.”

Jungkook usually got along with coworkers, but he had never been too close to any of them. Jiwoo and Yoongi seemed like people he wouldn’t mind spending time with even outside of work.

“I’m excited,” he admitted. “I hope it all works out.”

#bts fanfiction #member x member #ot7 #ot7 x ot7 #ot6 x jungkoook #jungkook x ot6 #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #soulmates au #coffee shop au #jungkook centric #polyam

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jolinaprincess · 7 months

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BTS MAFIA SOULMATES A/B/O AU FF

CHAPTER 2: Teenage Life/Friends/Training

An: Hello everyone! FINALLY IT'S HERE CHAPTER 2 Well, I know it took forever for me to edit/update, but I was stuck with how the story was going so I asked for some help from other authors, and I would like to thank them for their help and for making me see where the story was going wrong so hopefully now with direction and such. Please leave a comment or critic down below. I DON'T OWN THE VIDEO OR PICS AND BTS. Oh, one more thing thank you for voting.... even though I rather have your input then votes but it's very much appreciated. NOW ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!!!

Yn was taken from her former home by Yuki, who she quickly realized was the son of the individual who had acquired her from her former father. During their journey to her new residence, Yuki provided her with a comprehensive overview of the rules and expectations she would face. He also gave her a glimpse into the true character of his father, Mr. Melgar, warning her of his deceitful and dangerous ways. Additionally, Yn was informed that she would have a mentor, Jolina, who would guide her on how to survive and thrive in this new and challenging environment.

Upon arrival at the magnificent mansion owned by Mr. Melgar, Yn was greeted by the father and son duo at the main entrance. As they made their way inside, Yn was awed by the grandeur of her new home, but also mindful of the danger that came with living in close proximity to Mr. Melgar and his two sons. Yn was taken to her room on the second floor, which was situated next to her mentor, Jolina's room. The door to her room was marked with the letter "Y," and as Yuki opened it and stepped inside, Yn followed closely behind, eager to explore her new surroundings but also cautious and alert. The room was elegantly appointed, but Yn remained focused, aware that her survival and success in this new life would require constant vigilance and determination and asked Yuki

Yn: "Now what is going to happen? I know I have to train, but what about the school and parties/ business parties?

Yuki: " Well, for you, the outside world will know you as Mr. Melgar's adopted daughter that he kept hidden for a while to get you ready for facing the spotlight. You will have time to study the high school curriculum on some days while you have Survival Training and Pleasure training with Jolina on other days.

(What the bedroom looks like except behind the wall part)

Yn was already well-informed about what Pleasure Training entailed, being a highly intelligent individual. As she said goodnight to Yuki, she retreated to her room for the night, intending to watch some K-dramas before sleep. However, after taking a shower and getting into bed, she found herself unable to sleep as memories of her past life flooded her mind, causing her to break down in tears. Just then, she felt a soft touch on her head and turned to see her mentor, Jolina, who had become her partner following her successful completion of the training program.

Yn was just 16 years old when she began her training under the supervision of Mr. Melgar and his sons, Yuki and Zero. During the first year, Yn received education in the fundamentals of survival, assassination, seduction, and learned to adapt to her role as Mr. Melgar's adopted daughter, while also pursuing a high school curriculum. Mr. Melgar made it clear to Yn what was expected of her, and in his absence, Yuki and Zero would step in to provide additional training and support. On days when Jolina was out on missions, Yn was subjected to brutal Omega training, leaving her physically scarred and battered. Despite this, Yuki and Zero would always be there to tend to her wounds and offer comfort through their friendship.

The Second Year of Yn's training was a continuation of the harsh and grueling experience she underwent in her first year. At 17 years old, Yn was put to work at one of Mr. Melgar's nightclubs, where she learned that BTS was searching for her through their connections. Despite being uncertain about what to do, Yn pretended to have died, until she came across a teenage girl who was being accosted by some drunken men. Yn stepped in and defended the girl and was stunned to find that she looked like a twin of herself. Introducing herself to the girl, Janet, Yn sought her help and during Mr. Melgar's absences, Yn visited Janet and trained her in self-defense techniques. The exact details of Yn's relationship with BTS remain hazy, but it is known that she eventually became close with the members of the group and was ready to travel to South Korea.

As the time for Janet's departure approached, Yn gifted her with plane tickets and wished to accompany her to the airport. However, due to the impending return of Mr. Melgar, Yn had to forgo the opportunity to see Janet off. Janet arrived safely in South Korea and made her way to one of BTS's businesses, but it must be noted that BTS was unaware of Yn's experiences in the Mafia world and saw Janet merely as a stand-in.

The third year marked Yn's official introduction to the United States as Mr. Melgar's adopted daughter. She was often required to attend family gatherings and business parties, where Mr. Melgar would expect her to spend time with his business partners or use her as a bargaining tool. Yn was still undergoing training, as well as completing her final year of high school, but with the added pressure of attending these events. Despite Yuki and Zero's best efforts to protect her, there were times when things would still go wrong. To make matters worse, Mr. Melgar would send Yn on missions for his benefit or that of his allies, further testing her skills and fortitude.

The Fourth Year of Yn's training, she was 19 years old and was now fully trained in all aspects of survival, assassination, seduction, and acting as Mr. Melgar's daughter. She was now considered a top-notch Omega, one of the best in the world, and was sent on some of the most difficult and dangerous missions. Yn was tasked with tasks such as infiltrating high-security facilities, gathering intelligence, and taking out high-value targets. During this year, Yn continued to refine her skills and was often sent on solo missions.

In the Fifth Year of Yn's training, she was 20 years old and was now considered a seasoned professional. During this year, Mr. Melgar started to trust her more and more, sending her on more complex missions that required a higher level of skill and precision. Yn was now tasked with leading a team of Omegas on various missions and was responsible for their training and development. She was now considered a mentor to the other Omegas and was often called upon to provide guidance and support to them. Yn continued to work closely with Jolina, who had become a close friend and confidant.

During lunch, Mr. Melgar informed Yuki, Zero, and Yn about an upcoming business party hosted by one of his allies, at one of the finest hotels in California. He emphasized the importance of the guests attending and instructed Yuki and Zero to negotiate deals with them. If the negotiations fail, Mr. Melgar instructed them to threaten or steal information from the guests and to have Yn pay them a visit to ensure that no mistakes were made. He made it clear that someone would be observing their actions during the party. Yuki, Zero, and Yn acknowledged Mr. Melgar's instructions with a firm, "Yes sir, I understand."

After a fulfilling lunch, Yn retired to her room to relax and watch a Korean drama while browsing through YouTube. During this time, she received a notification from Janet, who was in California with BTS for an upcoming business party. Janet wanted to meet with Yn to catch up and discuss potential new partners and investment opportunities. Yn eagerly agreed and arranged to meet Janet at the Jolina Cafe & Bakery at 5 PM. After responding to Janet, Yn got ready for the meeting. She took her time to ensure she was comfortable and well-presented, while also concealing a gun and two daggers for safety. As she was leaving, she ran into Yuki and Zero and asked if they wanted to join her, to which they both agreed. The trio then set out together to meet Janet, ready to make the most of their time being outside.

The two arrived at the Jolina Cafe & Bakery and were seated in a private VIP room, as requested by Yn. She had approached the hostess and requested for a secluded space for her and Janet to catch up on each other's lives without any interruptions. The hostess, understanding the request, had one of the waiters prepare the room for their use. Before heading to the room with Yuki and Zero, Yn informed the hostess that she would be expecting additional guests and asked the hostess to kindly show them in when they arrive.

BTS was lounging in their rented apartment in California when they noticed Janet frantically leaving her phone on the sofa before hurrying to her room to get ready. One of the brothers picked up her phone and saw that she had made plans to meet someone at a Cafe at 5pm. They were hesitant to let Janet go with her usual bodyguards, so they decided that two of the brothers would accompany her while the others listened in on their earphones.

Janet and the two disguised brothers arrived at the Cafe and were led to the VIP room by the hostess. Inside the room, they saw a lady wearing a mask with two men standing behind her. As she approached, Janet realized it was Yn and they hugged each other, catching up on life in South Korea and discussing how BTS was doing. Yn then removed her mask, revealing her true identity, which shocked the brothers.

Yn took a deep breath and removed her mask before sitting down and ordering their drinks. Despite the relaxed atmosphere of the VIP room, Yn couldn't shake off the tension she was feeling. She glanced over at Janet's bodyguards and noticed the anger in their eyes. Although she couldn't understand why they were upset, she sensed that something wasn't right. Yn cleared her throat and asked Janet for a favor, sharing her concerns about the Omega's at the upcoming business party. She urged Janet to stay close to the BTS brothers and only bring bodyguards she trusted, warning her that something big was coming. Yn gave Janet a card with Jolina's picture, instructing her to show it to the hostess to be directed to her or her brothers in case of an emergency. After discussing the serious topic, they moved on to lighter subjects before Janet and her bodyguards departed.

As Yn sipped her drink, Yuki asked her if she had noticed the tension in the air after taking off her mask. Yn nodded and shared her observation of the bodyguards' anger. Yuki and Zero exchanged a look, wondering if they should mention that two of the BTS brothers were with them. Yuki suggested that they have a talk with them, and Zero agreed. Yn finished her drink and stood up, followed by Yuki and Zero. They left the VIP room and headed home.

After their outing, Janet and the two BTS brothers returned to their accommodations. Janet retired to her room to prepare for bed, while the brothers gathered in the meeting room to discuss the puzzling events that had just transpired. They were bewildered by the existence of two Yn's and questioned how such a situation could be possible. As they entered the room, they found the rest of BTS already seated, with the eldest, Jin, taking his place at the head of the table.

Jin turned his attention to the two youngest members, JK and V, and asked if what they saw was real. They confirmed that Yn was indeed alive and well, but they were taken aback by her companions, who posed as her bodyguards. The brothers explained that even before Yn removed her mask, her companions seemed to recognize BTS, and their certainty grew when Yn revealed her identity.

Feeling a headache coming on, Jin tasked RM and Suga with gathering underground information about Yn's past years. J inquired about the Yn currently with them, and the Hyung line exchanged glances before deciding to act as if everything was normal for now. They speculated that Yn had brought her companion to ensure she had a chance at a better life.

After further discussion, the group decided to call it a night, with everyone heading to bed, except for one person who remained deep in thought, pondering the mystery of the two Yn's and their unexpected connection to BTS.

In his room, JK sat on one of the sofa chairs, gazing out the window at the city lights, while sipping on a stiff drink. His mind was consumed with thoughts about the recent events at the cafe, where he encountered the real Yn, and the revelation of her existence left him astonished. He could feel in his soul that she was the true Yn he had been searching for all along.

Recalling the day when the fake Yn appeared, he understood why he couldn't be happy or relieved. He had always felt a deep connection to the real Yn, and now he knew why her sudden return had left him feeling unsettled. JK's thoughts drifted to the past years when Yn had disappeared without a trace, and how he and his Hyung's started training in secret while he continued his education.

As the months went by, he tirelessly sought information on Yn's whereabouts until, miraculously, she reappeared in one of their buildings. A surge of emotions overwhelmed him, and for a moment, his eyes turned red as his instincts took over. He had kept this knowledge to himself, not sharing with his Hyung's that Yn was indeed theirs. He discovered the truth when, a month after Yn's disappearance, his second gender emerged while he was lying on Yn's bed, surrounded by the scent of cherry blossoms.

The realization that Yn was back in their lives brought a mix of emotions, and JK knew that he had to tread carefully, especially since Yn had brought her companion to them. He took another sip of his drink, contemplating the complexity of the situation, and decided that he would be there for Yn, no matter what, as he was determined to protect and support her in this new chapter of their lives.

Janet roused from sleep as her alarm chimed, marking the beginning of a new day. She went about her morning routine, heading downstairs to find the boys had left for work earlier than usual. With the outside world deemed too perilous for her, Janet opted to immerse herself in the world of Kdrama, passing the time until the boys returned home.

Meanwhile, the boys convened in a secure location for a meeting with their trusted allies. Jin led the discussion, starting with updates on recent events before delving into the crucial matters at hand. Turning to Rm and Suga, Jin inquired about the progress in gathering information about Yn's whereabouts. Rm distributed copies of the gathered intel to the assembled group, providing a comprehensive overview of Yn's life and recent experiences.

As the details unfolded, JK's emotions boiled over, his anger palpable as he absorbed the information being shared. After Rm finished explaining, a consensus emerged among the group: they would maintain a low profile until they could safely bring Yn back into their territory, strategizing their next moves with caution and determination. The room buzzed with intensity as plans were formulated, each member of the group prepared to do whatever it took to reunite with Yn and ensure her safety.

Under the glittering chandeliers and amidst the lively chatter, Yn, Yuki, and Zero made their entrance to the party, their presence commanding attention. Yn, her arm interlinked with her brothers, scanned the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Her gaze fell upon the four elder brothers of BTS, engaged in conversation with mysterious figures. A surge of frustration gripped her as she recognized them as associates of Mr. Melgar's clandestine empire. She knew all too well the kind of entertainment they would demand.

As they approached their father's associates, Yuki effortlessly mingled with the older members of Super Junior, while Zero engaged with the younger members. The origin of their friendship remained a mystery, guarded by unspoken agreements. Yn, ever inquisitive, decided to unravel this enigma.

While Zero went to fetch her drink, Yn mustered the courage to approach Siwon, a member of Super Junior, seeking answers. With a chuckle and a gentle pat on her head, Siwon teased her curiosity, leaving her with a sense of intrigue. Disappointed, she settled at a nearby table, her eyes wandering the room until they fixated on BTS's table.

Lost in thought, she tried to recall where she had seen their faces before. Her reverie was interrupted by Zero, who handed her a cocktail, a silent understanding passing between them. Yn sighed, her anticipation mingling with apprehension, as she took a bold gulp of the drink, bracing herself for the challenges the night might bring.

#bts x reader #alphabtsxomegareader #bts a/b/o #bts ot7 x reader #ot7 x reader #bts omegaverse au #bts #bts x chubby reader

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jellifysh · 2 years

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a/b/o au part one

In which you get saved

You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears from coming out in sobs.

Sobs would tell the driver that you were unhappy, and the driver would tell your father that you were failing him. Failing to serve your duty and gracefully, calmly, fulfill the role he made for you.

When you first heard him say the words, you were distraught. You wanted to scream and cry, and you wanted to run and hide, but he was expecting something of you. For once, he was admitting that he needed you to do something.

So when he said that he was marrying you off to a far away pack to expand the pack's ties and allies, you didn't point out that it was a barbaric tradition that no one practiced anymore, and you didn't whine about how your fiance was rumored to be the most abhorrent of men. You nodded, and left his presence to weep in silence.

Your tail curled around your leg, a futile attempt to comfort yourself. You needed to do this. You wouldn't consider the alternative, that he just didn't care for you and wanted you gone, that he was embarrassed that he ever had you, that he regretted the mistake of cheating on his wife with your mother, who left him in the night.

You wanted more than anything to know where your mom was and what she was doing, why she left you with him after she bore you. Your ears twitched on your head. Detecting the sound of the leaves outside rustling, a strange pattern, to unnatural to be the wind. You looked, and nothing was there.

In this world, there were animals and hybrids, hybrids were rumored to be a blessed species of animal that the moon goddess allowed conciousness. There were many different species, any animal you could imagine, though some were rarer. In the past people mated for survival, to give their offspring the best traits and started with in their gene pools, but in recent years of peace and safety within packs, mating for love became common practice, traits mixing, children of love being born and adored for what they were. No one was sure how they started, but years of evolution have turned into the societies they lived in today. Similar species would band together in packs, large territories ruled by an alpha and his closest allies who helped him protect those he cared for most, the citizens of his pack.

You say his because, despite all the progression, society still frowned upon certain things. Alpha-alpha relationships, female pack alphas, the usual places of prejudice that benefitted only a few and hurt a majority. Even those mixed species hybrids, while becoming more celebrated, were still looked down on by those who valued survival over happiness.

Your tail curled around your self tighter. You don't know what your mother was, but she was different. Your family could shift, and transform into sleek leopards, coats shiny and golden. You couldn't shift at all, only tail and ears indicative of your heritage, and your fur on your tail and ears was black with gold spots. You were clearly the black sheep-- or black leopard-- of the family. You were a mixed species hybrid and therefore seen as less adept as the rest of your family. You became aware of your predicament again, trying to stave off tears at the fact that your father didn't value you as much due to a mistake he made. As tears rolled down your cheeks, you looked up to the moon outside your window, asking the moon goddess for strength. You could do this.

A loud crash sounded and the car abruptly stopped, almost slamming you into the partition in front of you. As you caught your breath, you rolled down the partition, looking through the windshield.

The car in front of you, full of the guards escorting you to the pack, had been crashed into, some limp bodies inside and others struggling to get up as wolves and coyotes attacked. You gasped, watching the once calm path become a war zone. Your guards were losing, quickly becoming overpowered by the surprise attack.

Your door was wrenched open, the cold night air rushing into the car making you shiver. It wasn't supposed to be this cold. The pack you were promised to was far, but not this far north. You couldn't ponder your location for long, the shadowed figure that ripped the door off its hinges ducking down closer to you into the light.

Brown eyes met yours, a gentle smile greeting you as the figure ducked into your view, the moonlight illuminating him. He had broad shoulders that covered the doorway, and had crouched down quite a bit to see you, his tall physique towering over the car. "There you are," he breathed, reaching a hand out to you, backed against the opposite door in fear. "Are you alright?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft for someone who just ripped a door off a car in the middle of a battle field.

You surveyed him suspiciously. He had round white ears that peeked out above his fluffy hair, a bear of some sort. You looked down at his hand, then examined the rest of him. His body language was open and welcoming. He wasn't forcing you, just patiently holding his hand out and watching you warmly. Is such warmth for you deserved from someone you've never met?

"Who are you?" You asked, eyes narrowing. His smile widened at the obvious attempt for you to seem more ferocious than you were, the act only endearing to him.

"I'm Jin, I want to help you." He explained, the same even patient tone, and endeared smile. "You don't want an arranged mating, do you?"

You stared at him for a long moment, finding nothing but good will in his face. You looked back at the moon one more time, something compelling you to take his hand. Maybe you could be free, and not have to marry someone else at all? Surely your father would be happy with you gone, no matter how it happens.

You placed your hand in his and he quickly tighened his grip around your hand, hefting you into his arms and out of the limo with a deceptive amount of strength, easily carrying you past the scuffle to the tree line flanking the road, ducking behind a few trees, though you could see fighting still happening in the background.

You turned back to him, looking up at him as he huddled around close to you, as if shielding you or making sure you wouldn't move as he stared intently into the stretch of forest. "Why are you helping me?"

He looked down at you, smile coming back quickly. "A nearby pack we're allied with told us about an arranged mating. We had to help." He explained, then looked deep into your eyes as he questioned you. "Isn't it horrible? You having to spend the rest of your life with someone you don't love?" He questioned, sorrow in his voice at the thought of your being confined to that fate. This complete stranger wanted your happiness. Your own family didn't even want that.

Your bottom lip trembled, and you could feel his grip on your wrist tighten ever so slightly. "I-I can't.. I have to do this," you said eventually, looking down at the grass under your shoes. Pressed down and restricted under your weight, just like how you felt under your father'd command. "My family's expecting me to help raise the pack's status."

His hand went under your chin tilting your head up towards him, staring into his determined brown eyes. "But, do you want to?"

Before you could answer, a big wolf came running towards you from inside the forest, white and tall, up to your torso even while on all fours. Its size showed that it was clearly a hybrid, but would it attack you like the ones on the road were attacking your guards?

Jin seemed to read your thoughts, petting the wolf as it stopped by your side. The wolf gave a soft bark, nosing against your arm happily. "This is Jungkook. He'll take you to safety. If you want to stay, you can step back out there and we'll leave you alone. But if you want freedom..." His voice trailed off but the choices were clear, his eyes urging you to make your own decision.

"But what about you?" You asked Jin, placing a hand on the wolf's soft fur. He let out a soft 'aroo' and nuzzled into your palm, making you giggle.

Jin gave you a dazzling smile and a wink. "Don't worry about me, beautiful. I'm going to make sure no one else is hurt here and buy time for you to get away." He moved his hand to your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now hold on tight. Jungkook runs fast." He said, lifting you and placing you on the large hybrid back. You wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck and he immediately ran off, darting through the woods as Jin gets farther and farther. As you clung to Jungkook's warm fur, you fell asleep to the beat of his paws hitting the floor.

For the first time in a long time, as you took off into the night, you felt... safe.

#ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #ot7 x yn #poly! bts x reader #ot7 omegaverse #abo au #i write about pathetic father figures a lot

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sopebubbles · 6 months

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Master List

Sixteen

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

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

Warnings: drinking, breaking things, yknow namjoon stuff.

WC: 7.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh. Why did you want to change?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But it's my job."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If Jin what, princess?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Hamburgers for dinner?" You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It makes me feel better."

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

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

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

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

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

"Tae, you're covered in beer."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should go back to her."

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

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

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

"I know," Yoongi answered curtly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two alphas are better than one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know what you mean."

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

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

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

"I'm so angry."

"It was an–"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if they got into some kind of accident?

What if they dont want you, after all?

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

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

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

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

You shook your head, remaining silent.

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

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

"Does Yoongi know about this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think so," you mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's why I said try."

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

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

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

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

"Because it always works," he smirked.

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

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

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Chapter 10

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

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Blushing at what the alpha said, you slurped up a bit more of the stew. There were a few greens and vegetables in it, and with quite a bit of kimchi that was cut into bite-size pieces, the meal had a strong flavour.

The broth tasted a little like seafood but was also meaty, and it was just good. You enjoyed the meal.

„Babycheeks, here have some of this. It's good for you.” Taehyung said, chopsticks already right in front of your mouth. Biting into the daikon, you let the crunchy vegetable calm your slightly burning mouth.

Humming softly, you nodded at his watchful eyes. „It's nice; thank you, Tae.” Smiling at you widely, the alpha softly patted your head.

„Is the stew too spicy, princess?” The other alpha asked, noticing how your nose scrunched up a little with every other bite. You didn't want to seem disrespectful towards them; they prepared a meal for you so nicely, and you didn't want to seem ungrateful.

Smiling a little, you were just about to shake your head before you were interrupted.

„It definitely is, isn't it, Pup?" Namjoon answered instead of you, his voice going into a more worried tone. Looking towards his eldest packmate, who sat a few seats away from him, he stood up quickly.

„Shit, I'm so sorry, baby cub. I didn't mean to make it that spicy; here, let me help, sweetie...no peaches, let alpha do it.” Jin said, bending over you and scooping up some of the kimchi pieces into one of the empty bowls lying around.

Whenever you attempted to do so too, going to dig around with your spoon to also place the pickled vegetables in the dish, your hand was gently pushed to your lap, Jin tutting at you softly.

Yoongi too stood up, and a cup held under the faucet was quickly filled with warm water. Once the other alpha stepped out of the way since he got a big part of the main spice out, the younger man poured the water into your bowl, filling it back up again.

Now it was a lot less seasoned, so it was a lot milder for you. Thanking him softly, you felt him gently rub his chin over the top of your head, caressing you lovingly.

„It's okay, kitty. Try it now; is it better?” Tasting it again, you nodded your head gratefully. It helped a lot, so you continued on, chewing on pieces of boiled onion and tofu.

„Im glad cub.” Smiling at Jin's comment, you finished up the dinner with no problems. Making light conversation with the other men about your favourite movies and such, the evening continued calmly.

Finishing the peach juice you had been so nicely poured, you let Jungkook take a hold of your palm, slowly pulling you out of your seat.

„Do you want to play a game with me, Tae, and Jimin? We have a completely new one; would you like to see, baby?” Bending over you, he ruffled up your hair before he tamed it back down and brushed it behind your ear.

„What game is it?” You asked, already walking with the alpha towards the couch. The TV was turned on, the menu shining brightly with the settings turned on.

Taking a seat on the couch next to Jimin, you watched over the two other men sitting before you. Taehyung already had a controller in his hands, smiling when he saw you. His eyes were excited.

„It's Resident Evil 7, babycheeks. It came out a few years ago, but we didn't play it yet.” Tae murmured, adjusting the brightness of the screen and the loudness.

„Yah, you know it's a horror game, Kook-ah. Let the poor thing rest; she will get scared like this. Princess, go run up to the other alphas now; this won't do you any good, baby.”

Jimin frowned at his packmates. They knew more than well how sensitive omegas can be about this stuff, especially right before bed. He didn't want you to have bad dreams.

„But hyung! We are here; it won't be that scary!” Jungkook whined, his voice loud. He wanted you to see how good he was in games, plus, this was one of the easiest ways to also show just how fearless he was.

He won't get easily startled, even with jump scares around, and that should surely impress you; he was sure of it.

„No, Jungkook, absolutely not. Come here, peaches, do you want to see the music studios we have here? You'll like them; there is a lot of interesting stuff. Here, I'll take you, sweet cub.”

Quickly shuffling over when he heard the light commotion, Jin could understand Jimin's worry. This could end very wrongly, and they were taking no chances.

Walking over from cleaning up the kitchen, the alpha picked you up easily, hands under your arms, and pulled you to his chest, securely holding you up.

Without having any time to even protest, you just complied, smiling sadly at the forced whine coming from the two youngest alphas. Resting your cheek over the wide shoulder Jin had, you let him walk towards the walkway that was to the right of the stairs.

There were quite a few rooms in the house with a lot of different purposes, but the outside heated pool was Jin's personal favourite. They had a large garden that Namjoon enjoyed taking care of so much, but the 20-meter-long pool was just perfect.

It was covered, but now it was way too cold out to go swimming. The air was icy, so there was steam coming out of their mouths whenever they were outside.

Plus, even if they did take you right now, the snow that covered everything in such a thick layer would be just too harsh on your bare skin when you were on your way back inside.

They could carry you back inside, though, the thought had the alpha rethink his decisions. They just might take you swimming some time when they all have a few free hours.

Smiling at you when you looked at him and noticing the thoughtful gaze he held, Jin knocked on the first studio doors that were in the hallway. Snuggling closer to his neck, you breathed in the soft Yasmine smell, the warmth from the alpha's chest comforting you even more.

After a few seconds, the frosted glass doors opened, and Hobi in blue light-blocking glasses appeared before you two. Immediately, when he noticed you in his older packmate's arms, he smiled widely, cooing at you.

„Aigoo, did you come to visit me, sunshine?" Chuckling, he lifted you up from Jin, holding you to his chest himself. Combing his fingers through your hair, the eldest let the smallest bit from his wrist's scent glands linger.

„I'll go finish up in the kitchen now cub, okay? Call if you need anything, peaches. Stay with Hobi for now, though.” Smiling sweetly at you, he caressed your cheeks gently. Nodding up at him, you held onto the red hoodie Hoseok was wearing.

Paired with a pair of cotton off-white loose sweatpants, he only had white socks on, comfortably clothed for the finishing touches he still had to do for one song tonight.

He and the other rapline members had a planned session tomorrow morning at BigHit with a few of the managers, so he needed to prepare some stuff for him to be able to show them.

Closing the doors after himself, the alpha whistled a tune he made into a song a few days ago, easily carrying you with only one hand and pulling the turning chair out.

Taking a seat, he placed you on his lap, letting you loop your legs through the arm rests, loosely hanging them by the sides of the chair.

Patting your lower back in a settling pattern, you rested your body fully against his chest, just breathing in his scent and presence for the moment.

There were a lot of things around the studio; the large wooden desk had a bunch of things carefully placed on it, and the two large speakers on the sides of the monitor quickly pulled your attention when you first looked over the room.

Hobi had an almost black beanbag chair on the floor, close to the entrance, that had a giant red and white SUPREME cover that moved in the breeze. Behind the pillow chair was a standing black shelf filled with many colourful dolls and statues.

Gently turning from left to right in the chair, the alpha swayed you both around.

„Hm.. do you want to listen to the song I'm working on, bub? It's almost done; I just need to fine-tune a few things.” Looking over, you let the man help you sit so you could face the big monitor yourself.

Placing a pair of big headphones over your head, he adjusted your hair so none would be caught under them, itching you. Any sounds from outside were suddenly blocked out so well that you were stunned a little.

You loved listening to music; you did it very often when creating, at school or at home, when you were walking anywhere or just in the bus; it just eased your mind a lot.

But since you didn't have much money to spend on any good headphones, you were left with a wire pair of black earbuds that sometimes just stopped working.

Still, you did use them quite often, even when they would push at your ears after a long time of wearing them, making your ears hurt a little.

You heard about the sound-blocking effect a few higher-quality headphones had, but you never had the chance to try it out yourself, so this was very new for you. You liked it a lot, though.

Hearing only the lightest sound of the man's laugh, he turned on the track, music playing in his ears. It sounded like it was being played for you live with how high quality the audio was, your lips parting slightly at that.

The song itself was awesome too; the singing was great and the rap even better. You enjoyed it a lot. When it ended, you looked over at the alpha, and your eyes widened with wonder.

Taking off the headphones for you, he placed them gently back on the desk. Looking at him immediately, you were amazed.

„What is the song called? It's so nice, Hobi! It's really soft!” You said, your voice happy and excited.

„We are naming it Take Two. I'm happy you liked it! I still need to finish some stuff off, though." He murmured, his eyes already focused on the screen again. While typing a few things on the keyboard here and there, the mouse clicking wasn't too loud for it to be annoying.

With his arms outstretched around you, you took the headphones off the desk again, looking over them. They really had a lot of nice stuff; Jin wasn't lying at all.

„The sound from these is so good..!" Not being able to hold back, you gently whispered, turning them into your hands.

Looking back down at what you were talking about, he giggled softly at you. „Is that so sunshine? They are ok, Yoongi hyung has a much better pair though. I lended mine to Namjoonie for a little bit, he lost his own somewhere. These are only for a little while.”

„He lost his headphones? Oh no, how will he make music now-” Your voice was bewildered, quickly taking your attention from the device in your hands you stared up at the alpha in shock.

„No, no. Its alright bub. It's not that big of a deal, it happens a lot.” Laughing loudly at the end of the sentence he carresed your head, gently shushing your worries.

Pulling your face to his chest, your knees went over his tights, loosely hanging by his. Gently gripping onto his hoodie, you closed your eyes for a little bit.

Rubbing your back occasionally, the alpha cuddled up to you closer, squeezing you to his body. Putting on the headphones himself, he got back to work. Breathing in your sweet scent, he felt calm.

Any nerves he felt about showing the new track to his managers he felt earlier had quickly disappeared, and so after a short while he finished up fully.

Saving all files, Hobi looked down at you, only to see you already long asleep, your breathing prolonged and calm. He smiled softly at you, finishing up on his computer before he pulled you back up in his arms again.

Stirring a little, you whined softly, having the alpha shush you quickly. Patting your lower back gently, he walked out of his studio doors, walking back over to the kitchen again.

„Hush sweet baby. It's alright, alpha's here.” He murmured, carresing the top of your head with his cheek. Entering the kitchen, he turned the lights on, noticing the loud sounds coming from the TV.

Looking over, he saw just how dark the game was and decided that just wasn't for him. Pouring himself and you a glass of cold water, he woke you up softly, helping you hold the glass while drinking.

Waking up a bit better, Hobi placed you on your feet again, brushing his fingers through your hair. Looking over at the digital clock on the wall, it read 21:49. Mumbling about how you still had to shower, you walked up the stairs slowly, hearing Hoseok call about you being careful while walking still so tiredly.

Making your way to the furthest room from the stairs, you walked in, turning on the lights. The dark, clean sheets greeted you kindly, shuffling over to the bed you went through the clothing pile Jungkook and you earlier pulled out.

Taking out your sleepwear and a fresh pair of underwear, you walked over to the adjoined doors leading to a bathroom, secluded for the guest room. It wasn't the biggest, but considering how it was all for yourself only, you were more than satisfied.

Still it was much bigger than your own you had at your apartment. Placing your clothes on the white counter top next to the sink, you stripped from your outfit you wore earlier today.

Stepping into the marble tiled shower, you pulled the glass doors after yourself, turning on the shower above you. Washing away any sweat and grime you shampooed and conditioned your hair, the strawberry scented bottles calling out your name.

You were more than sure that the alphas weren't planning on stopping spoiling you rotten any time soon. Noticing the bottles were named of an expensive brand you just shook your head slightly.

After the short shower you dried your body you pulled on your pyjama pants, the light blue and white gingham pattern matched to the blue short sleeve loose t-shirt you had with yourself.

Toweling your hair dry, you pulled open one of the drawers, the black air-dryer intimidating you a little. Taking it out, it felt much heavier than any other one you had ever held.

Walking from the now warm and steaming room, you took it with yourself, rearranging all the stuff still placed on your bed so you would be able to get comfortable later on. Walking out of your room, your bare feet slapped against the cold floors quietly.

Noticing Yoongi walking towards his room before you, you called out his name softly, pattering towards him. Turning to you immediately, the alpha watched over you as you walked to him.

„Hm? Kitty? What's wrong? Where are your socks, baby?” Taking one look at your bare feet, he could already imagine you getting a cold like this. Absolutely not.

Still, you showed him the hairdryer, your wet hair dripping a few water drops on the ground here and there.

Sighing out, he nodded before walking with you back to your room. Gosh, the things he would do for you. Even prolonging his much-wanted sleep? He was more than whipped for you already.

Closing the doors after entering, he motioned towards your bed, already looking for a plug to get the small device working.

„Hop up 'mega. Alpha will dry your hair, baby.” Taking a seat, you pulled the soft brown hoodie from Hoseok to your lap, your fist closing over the fabric softly.

Sneaking his arms around your waist, he pulled you back a little, so you were closer to him. The wire wasn't that long, after all. Turning it on, he let it be on cold air settings, gently combing your hair out with his fingers before he started drying it for you.

Minding your hairstyle, he worked well and fast. With one knee placed over the mattress, the alpha allowed you to rest your lower back fully against him.

Making quick work with it, your hair was soon dry, and the obnoxiously loud noise was turned off too. Ruffling your hair, he gently turned your face to check over the front of your hair. Satisfied with his work, Yoongi nodded softly.

„Okay kitten, all done. Here, let me help you to bed. You should go to sleep now, or you'll be tired by tomorrow, and we can't have that, sweet kitty. Come on, let's see about these covers." Unfolding them, Yoongi gently shook them out, being careful to let only the smallest bit of his scent linger.

Crawling in, you took a seat at the top of the bed, your back resting against the headboard while you watched the alpha. Gently throwing the heavy duvet over you, he patted it down, ensuring your warmth.

„Come on, kitty, settle down now. It's time to sleep, hm?” Coaxing you gently to rest down, you layed on the mattress, your head hitting the pillow softly. Rubbing your shoulder gently, he smiled at you, his gums showing.

„Do you want me to get the other alphas before you sleep, sweet baby? I'm sure they will love to tell you goodnights.” Nodding unsurely, the man left quickly. Folding the hoodie to your chest, you breathed in Jin's scent, which lingered over it just the smallest bit. It comforted you a little.

It took only a minute or two before the room's door opened up again, the packmates filling in one after another. The first to come was Taehyung, smiling widely at you.

He couldn't help but coo at how cuddly you looked, all soft under the heavy blankets, with only a bit of your face peeking out.

„Babycheeks, you are just the cutest thing possible, aren't you? You'll give me a heart attack soon like this! Hm... Babycub, sleep well tonight, okay?” His voice already went deeper than it was; even if it wasn't that late into the night, he felt a bit tired himself.

Nodding at him, you let him hold your hand for a few seconds, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, his eyes calmly looking over you.

„Okay, Taehyung-ah, let me have a bit with her now too, gosh.” Pushing him out of the way gently, you were faced with the eldest packmate. Jin too stared down at you lovingly for a few seconds before he went on to caress your cheeks and temples.

Crouching down next to the bed, he came face-to-face with you, his scent more prominent than earlier. „Sleep well, baby peaches. If the storm wakes you up, come to us right away, okay ? We will keep you secure. It could get a little scary; it's loud sometimes...”

Voicing his running throught, he soon pulled away, allowing the next man to tell you his good nights.

„My princess. Rest well tonight, hm? We will wake you up tomorrow morning, so don't worry about anything. You just sleep well, okay?” His knuckles went softly over your warmed-up cheeks, your eyes fluttering closed for a small second.

„My baby Omega, if you need anything, alpha is always close, okay? You just call, and we will be here in a second, sweet baby. Close your eyes and rest for now; don't worry about a thing.” The youngest spoke, his voice gentle and calming.

Patting over your shoulder, he too stood up after a few seconds of watching over you. They felt the need to know about your wellbeing before going to sleep themselves, so while the other men were still saying their good nights, the rest went over the room, making sure the window was tightly shut and sealed, the curtains drawn close with no chance of seeing inside.

„My sleepy sunshine. It's time for good nights now, yea? You have to sleep lots and lots, so you won't be all tired tomorrow. If you need anything, just come to one of us.” Rubbing his chin over the side of your head, Hoseok smiled brightly at how you were holding the hoodie tightly to yourself.

„Good. Keep a hold of that for me, bub.” The alpha realised how much an object you would grow attached to would keep you calm and settled, so after having that jumper around for when you had your omegadrop, he knew well that it should help with any future ones.

„Okay kitty, it's time to sleep now, yea? Be a good girl for alpha, and don't stay up. Don't be on your phone or something; just rest your eyes. You had a long day, my kitten.”

He himself yawned, feeling tired already. Running his fingers through his hair, he pulled you further into sleep with his soft words.

„My small pup. Sleep lots and lots tonight, alright? And if you wake up, come to an alpha right away, do you understand, baby cub? This is important. ...Okay, good girl. Sleep now, sweetheart. Alpha's will keep you safe.”

Pulling the duvet closer to your chin, he patted it down to make sure you'd be warm throughout the night. And so, with the heater turned on fully and a glass of water placed on your bedside table from Jin, you were soon lulled to sleep, the men all waiting to see you fully rest before they all left to go to bed themselves.

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untaemedqueen · 9 months

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Finding My Pack Moodboards

Pack Leader Namjoon (CEO Alpha)

Yoongi (Daddy Dom, Unwavering Alpha)

Hoseok (Fashion Brand Owner, Expensive Alpha)

Jimin (Tech Genius, Car Loving Alpha)

Jeongguk (Protective, Bad Boy Alpha)

Taehyung (The Chaebol, Son of Stars Alpha)

Jin (True Love Finder, Lord of Cheshire Park Alpha)

Omega (Sunshine and Flowers Girl💜)

#finding my pack #fmp #abo #omegaverse #ot7!alpha #bts fic #bts #omega!reader #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jin #yoongi #hoseok #namjoon

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Before I Leave You (Pt.50)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: two different first times, two different outcomes.

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

W/c: 15.2k

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

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namjoon is softer than he’d ever willingly admit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Healthy?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smells like cinnamon and Late summer roses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, there's something more under his fingertips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And your thighs. Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She finds every spot she likes and bites.

There are many many spots.

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise.” You squeak out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No- want knot- want-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mommy-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi grins, nuzzling into Tae’s shoulder.

“I think we might need another shower.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~-~

(The following evening, Hobi)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did You already tell Namjoon?”

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

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

Take the risk with me, his eyes ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You watch him, not saying anything.

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

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

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

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

"holy fuck"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that it was yours too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My small dicked ex-husband.”

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

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

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

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

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

And Hobi handed over his keys so thoughtlessly.

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

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

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

"No."

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

Namjoonie: 1:48: Where are you guys?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until your head collides with the window.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His lips taste a little like blood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure you’re not-“

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

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

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

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

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

One handful of earth, then two. And so on until the hole is 5 inches deep, just big enough for you to place the tiny body inside with a final lingering touch.

Hobi brushes the dirt from his hands, still on his knees, waiting for you. “Should we- uh- Say a few words?”

“I don’t know if we need to” and yet you stare down at the thing, the little paws and tiny teeth, not enough fury to bite you even in death. You stand over it, looking down at the tiny animal for a few seconds.

“No more playing dead,” you say softly. Staring down at the dead body.

Hobi stills, and then nods. He covers the body with one swoop of his hands across the earth. He looks up at you from where he kneels, your hair in the streetlight makes you look like you’ve got a little red halo.

“No more playing dead.” He agrees.

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As it turns out, you don’t need to worry about telling Namjoon or not telling Namjoon because he's already sitting on the porch when you pull up. His fluffy grey-blue robe pulled tight around him.

He’s got a book folded between his fingers, and he drops it onto the nearby couch when he stands, crossing his arms. Angry, But not too angry yet.

You and Hobi slowly walk up to him, a set of matching sorry grins on your faces, nervous.

His arms bulge in the fluffy robe, “If you’re going to leave in the middle of the night, you could at least leave a note" he snaps, eyeing the earth on Hobi’s knees, it must be nearing three am. Guilt tugs at you- you know Namjoon has surgery in the morning. Hopefully, you haven’t interrupted his sleep too much.

The drive home had been tense to say the least. Unbearable in its silence to say the worse. Hobi hadn’t said anything about what he’d done- what he’d almost done. You don’t know if you imagined it really- but somehow with his silence. Not even the music playing- you doubt you had imagined the kiss.

He'd kissed you, in those moments pure of panic. He'd taken his mouth and put it to yours like all the consequences in the universe didn't matter.

Hobi doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it, he smells sour and acrid even now.

after a moment of tense silence Namjoon pulls both of you to him, under one arm each. He sniffs at the top of Hobi’s head, concern in his own scent flashing strong and liquor-like. The burnt bitter of his coffee souring. He starts to pull you into the house but stops suddenly as the automatic lights of the car shut off.

And reveal the dent and scratch along the passenger side.

Both of you share a nervous glance as Namjoon's hands slide to the back of your neck abruptly.

You look up at Namjoon, and he only has eyes for the car. Namjoon blinks once as if he’s checking to make sure that what he’s seeing is really there. Hobi winces preemptively starting to make excuses for you- because really you shouldn't be blamed or shouted at- all of this is Hobi's fault. He's the alpha, he's the one who should know better.

But Namjoon is already pulling at the back of his neck, holding him where he wants to you too- giving you both a scared shake. You wince, hand going to your head.

The dent in the side is really more of a scrape, but it stretches from the center of the passenger side door to the back of the car. It's not too much damage- Hobi will take it to a mechanic and they'll restore it and it will be like it never happened.

He glances at you and knows that not everything can be erased. Even if the marks aren't there- the feeling still remains- in your lips and his. Once you've gone down this road you can't go back. If you're going the speed limit or shattering the sound barrier. Now you know what hobi's lips feel like- and that changes everything.

Namjoon's tone is so low it might be a growl.

“Is that a dent?” He asks, quiet in his anger. Your hand slides down Hobi’s side to his wrist clenching, holding onto it, and even he can't resist the need to hold you back. “How fast where you going- where did you-“ Namjoon turns back to you but you're still looking at Hobi, head tilted.

He sees the bruise, starting at your hairline. There's a bit of blood on the front of your sweatshirt. From the rabbit- not you- but Namjoon doesn't know better.

Namjoon's anger is an explosion- just as acidic as his panic, “-of all the stupid and irresponsible things you could have-“

He’s so angry he doesn’t even have the words for it. In a singular deft movement, He scruffs the back of your necks and drags you both inside.

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Hobi’s playlist (Part 3)

Hozier- a moments silence The Weekend and Ariana Grande - die for you remix Chappel roan- Naked in manhattan SZA- kill bill Connor Price- violet Selena Gomez- Ring Noah kahan - Orange Juice

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