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âť Golden Cufflinks âł Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤠Best Friend's Fiance, Strangers to True Mates ⤠A/B/O AU | angst, smut, fluff ⤠Rating: MA ⤠WC: 11,742 ⤠Summary: Youâve never given much thought to finding your true mate, firmly believing itâs something that will happen when it happens. But, when you do find himâthanks to a pair of golden cufflinksâit very well could ruin everything. They say not allâs fair in love and war; you just hadnât expected your best friendâs wedding to be the battleground. â ď¸ Crass language, talk of designation hierarchy, mild talk of misogynistic practices of the past, confessions of cheating(not by main pairing), anger/arguments, kissing, dick sucking, mild cum intrigue, maybe mild breeding kink if you squint, unprotected v. sex, knotting, lots of slick and cum
Written for @hisunshiine as part of the 2nd Quarter 2023 @bangtanwritershq Awards Season! A/N: Congratualtions, Vanessa. You deserve all the kudos for a job well done during the 2nd Quarter 2023, I hope you enjoy the story!
A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi, @lo1k-diamonds, @moonleeai for the amazing beta services!
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Nerves flutter in your belly as you gather your belongings from the plastic bin at the end of the rolling conveyor belt on the other side of security. As you walk away, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you have to juggle your purse and jacket to retrieve it.
You feel bad for making Hayun, your best friend for as long as you can remember, wait for a response, but you desperately just want to find your gate and have a seat first. Once you find it and settle in at a chair by the big windows looking out on the tarmac, you thumb to her contact.
âIf I didnât love you so much, Iâd probably hate you right now for making me wait so long for a response,â Hayun sasses before her voice softens, âHello, I love you.â
âLove you, too, girl,â you say, unable to help the smile that tilts your lips up. âSorry, Iâve been MIA for the last few hours. Things have been hectic. I misplaced my passport this morning, but I finally found it under the bed and then missed the hotel shuttle. I had to call a rideshare, but of course, it took them forever to get through airport traffic, and ughâŚâ you trail off with a sigh. âIâm sitting down for the first time since I woke up this morning.â
Which was approximately four hours ago at this point. Your flight is set to take off less than an hour from now, so you imagine boarding might start soon. Youâre not exaggerating when you say itâs been hectic. It was bad enough waking up at 3 AM, but youâre a chronic planner and stickler for time, so missing your flight was the absolute last thing you wanted to happen.
âOh, babe, that sucks. Iâm glad itâs all worked out, though. I really canât wait to see you!â
The conversation passes quickly, easing your heart and mind as you catch up on the last twenty-four hours. You havenât seen Hayun in a handful of years. Her career took her to the other side of the world, and yours kept you where you both grew up. The last time you saw her was through a haze of tears at this very airport when she boarded a plane destined for Seoul, South Korea, where she was adopted from at just two years old.
Visiting each other was always something you both talked about. But, as with most things, life just happens, and eventually, you find yourself making that visit you always talked about for reasons you never considered beforeâlike your best friend tying the knot with a guy youâve never met.
Sure, youâve seen pictures of him and have heard him talk in the background of most of the phone calls youâve exchanged with Hayun over the last few years. But, it was never on your friendship bingo card that the next time youâd find yourself seeing your best friend, it would be her at her wedding.
âI gotta go. Theyâre about to start boarding.â
âIâll see you when you land. Canât wait!â
Hayun disconnects the call, and you gather your belongings to prepare to line up in the boarding queue. It will be a long flight, but seeing Hayun again after so long apart will be worth it.
You fiddle with the bracelet on your left wrist, twisting and pinching at the silver moon charm dangling from the thin chain. Hayun has a matching one. They were presents from your parents on the day you were both recognized with your designations; she was thirteen, and you were fifteen.
The dynamics of Alphas and Omegas have long since changed from what it once was. Legend has it that once upon a time, an Alpha and an Omega were closer to their wolf-kin than how the world is now. Thanks to evolution and science, the only things remaining from that time are the more basic bodily functionsâscents, knots, and slick, to sum it up.
The crescent charm on your wrist symbolizes your designationâOmega. But being an Omega doesnât hold much meaning for you. You donât feel all that special, and itâs not like youâre rare or any more or less capable than the next person. As it stands, you can see at least a dozen other moons jangling from bracelets, waiting to board the same plane you are.
There are also necklaces, tattoos, and other ways to display a designation scattered around the waiting area. The how of it is mostly regional, sometimes generational. The Beta standing behind you in the queue has a teardrop earring dangling from their left ear, and if it werenât for the pheromone blockers you took this morning, you might be able to smell their unique scent.
You also have your own smell, a scent that is just you. Youâve been told itâs a sweet, citrusy bouquet like lemonade on a hot summer afternoon. However, also thanks to the blockers, it remains suppressed to the point someone would have to make you bleed or press their nose so firmly against your throat it hurts to smell it.
There really is only one thing that a lot of people are envious of when it comes to an Omegaâs designation, and that is that they supposedly have an Alpha true mate out there somewhere that will call to their baser nature. Itâs such a rare phenomenon these days that it might as well be part of the legends of old, too.
The bottom line is that no one cares about subgenders anymore; it doesn't matter whether your charm is the Omega crescent, the teardrop of a Beta, or the triskelion denoting an Alpha. In fact, youâre pretty sure you could ask the Beta for their earring and offer them your charm bracelet and no one would bat an eye over it.
Though youâd never do that, considering the chain around your wrist isnât technically yours. The night after you presented as Omega, when you snuck away with Hayun to lay on a blanket under the stars and moon that was so like the charm hanging from your twin bracelets, you giggled as you exchanged them. Her tiny fingers trembled against your wrist as she secured her silver chain around it. You did the same with your own around hers a second later.
It was that night that you both swore always to be friends. No matter what happened in life or where either of you ended up, you would always remain true to one another. So far, your friendship has been unfailing, a constant thread of comfort and light for you both. No matter how long itâs been, the charm still smells faintly of your best friendâa perk of the charms themselves, holding a token essence of their owners. Hers holds a soft lilac and jasmine scent that youâve always thought complimented your own citrus notes.
The flight attendant scanning boarding passes beckoning you forward breaks you out of your internal reflections. With a full heart and giddy anticipation curling in your belly, you find your seat and settle in.
Itâs a long flight, longer than most flights youâve taken. But when you finally walk off the plane, make it through customs and immigration, and finally empty into the arrivals terminal of the Incheon Airport, you feel immediate relief, and the hours spent in the air donât seem so bad.
âHey, over here!â a familiar voice calls out, catching your attention.
You spin on your heel, confusion setting in for just a moment before itâs replaced by another wave of relief and a little of something warmer. Taehyung, Hayunâs adopted brother, swamps you in a giant bear hug that quite literally sweeps you off of your feet.
âWow, hey. This is a surprise. What are you doing here? Whereâs Hayun?â
Taehyung scrunches up his face, letting out a small scoff. âItâs a good surprise, I hope. Something came up, and she had to meet with the wedding planner and caterer at the last minute. She called me and asked if I could pick you up.â
âOh, okay. Yeah,â you confirm with a smile. âGood surprise.â
Itâs no secret that youâve always been fond of Taehyung. As a baby, you were toddling around with him long before his family adopted Hayun. She ended up being the sister you never knew you needed, even if you were a few years older.
When she moved to Seoul for work, Taehyung ended up being the physical representation that took her place. He flew out a week before you to help her with planning and will stay for a few weeks after youâve already headed back home. They may have had their differences over the years, but their sibling bond is stronger than petty arguments and rivalries.
âReady to get on the road? Itâs a long drive.â
Hours later, with the rolling countryside and farms dotting the horizon, you discover the fiasco inside your backpack. The bottle of pheromone blockers you packed this morning somehow got shuffled to the bottom of your bag and popped open. The once-powder-filled capsules litter the bottom of your bag, broken open. Pale blue powder coats your things, the mild flower smell of the medicine lingering in the air.
âFucking hell,â you groan. âAny chance thereâs a clinic somewhere between here and where weâre going?â
âUnfortunately, no.â He frowns, drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, making the triskelion signet ring on his index finger glitter in the mid-day sun. âWeâd probably have to turn around and head nearly three hours back to get anywhere near a clinic with blockers. I'm told most people donât use them anymore these days here. Maybe another one of the wedding party might have some you could borrow if you really need them. But, honestly, I donât see anyone minding if you donât use them.â
âMost people here donât use them anymore?â
âWell, yeah, with the progression of equality and things like that. Theyâre so great here, way more progressive than back home. Itâs very common for Omegas to go off of blockers or never even begin them. Laws have been implemented to punish Alphas who canât control themselves. The responsibility of remaining safe shouldnât be solely set on the shoulders of the Omega population.â
Talk like that has only recently become popular back home. Youâve heard the speeches and followed the media and the sources, but you suppose after nearly half of your life taking blockers, it just comes naturally to continue to do so.
âHm, yeah, okay. I guess itâs no big deal, really. As long as youâre sure people wonât mind?â
Taehyung sniffs the air, his nose twitching. âI think you smell great, but just in case not everyone does, if someone says something, then Iâll personally drive all the way back to the city and pick you up some,â Taehyung promises, giving you one of his swoon-worthy smiles.
The crush you once upon a time had on Taehyung threatens to spark anew at the sight of his charming, boxy grinâa grin you would have once done anything to pull from him. But now, it just fills you with warmth and a homey comfort.
You give him a smile of your own. âDeal.â
âHayun!â
Her squeal of delight when she turns around and catches sight of you echoes through the open space of the dimly lit bar of the bed and breakfast where the wedding is taking place.
Itâs a cozy space with rich dark wood accents and royal blue velvet upholstery. Brass gas lamps and light fixtures give the entire lounge an upscale and chic atmosphere that you know is right up Hayunâs alley.
The few hours you had between checking in at the bed and breakfast and meeting Hayun for her very smallâjust you and one other personâbachelorette party were spent familiarizing yourself with the grounds.
The ceremony will take place in one of the lavish gardens, and the reception will follow in one of the grand dining halls. For a bed and breakfast, itâs far fancier than any youâve ever been to. It definitely does not have the mom-and-pop feel that you typically associate with the term âB&Bâ.
âYouâre here!â she shrills, throwing her arms around your neck.
Her petite form fits just like it always has against yours. Thick black hair, shorter than the last time you saw it, curls around the rounded lines of her cheeks, and her brown eyes are bright and glisten with happy tears. With her bubbly personality and small, wispy frame, she's always reminded you of a fairy.
You sigh, taking a deep breath and savoring your best friend's soft, floral scent. Thanks to the bracelet tinkling around her wrist, it holds the smallest undercurrent of your sweet citrus. Clearly, sheâs not taking blockers; the scents are heavy and delightful. âIâve missed you so much.â
Hayun sucks in a deep breath that mirrors yours. âWow, babe, you smell good! Finally gone off the blockers, huh?â
âUh, kind of,â you chuckle, untangling yourself from her arms. âI brought some, but they broke open in my bag at some point.â You shrug. âTae said it shouldnât be that big of a deal.â
âOh, itâs not. Absolutely not,â Hayun agrees, grinning broadly. âIâve been off them for years and havenât had a single issue. Come on, letâs have a drink and catch up!â
You settle in at a table, and itâs not long before Eunseo, Hayunâs other guest, joins you. Youâve heard a lot about Eunseo. Much the same way Taehyung took the place of Hayun for you, Eunseo took your place for Hayun. You half expect to feel some sort of friendship jealousy upon meeting Eunseo for the first time, but it doesnât come. If anything, youâre immediately fond of the young woman.
The evening carries on, Hayun and Eunseo regaling you with tales from working together and their various adventures around Seoul. Eunseo shows genuine interest in your life back home, seeming eager to hear stories of Hayunâs childhood. She shows a particular interest in Taehyung, asking you in no certain terms more than you think is appropriate to share.
âBut youâve seen it, right?â Eunseo asks. Her elbows rest on the table, and her chin is nestled on her clasped hands, her eyes wide and glassy from the countless glasses of wine sheâs had. âI bet itâs huge. Am I right?â
âUgh,â Hayun groans. âCan we not talk about my brotherâs dick. Please.â She makes a gagging sound before slurping down the rest of her cocktail and flagging down a passing waiter for another.
You try to wave off the waiter, but heâs turned toward the bar before you can get his attention. If Hayun has much more to drink, youâre not sure sheâll be able to walk down the aisle tomorrow unassisted.
âIâm just curious. Itâs a harmless question,â Eunseo pouts. âIgnore her. Tell me. I just have to know.â
You swirl the straw around in your glass of water before giving Eunseo what you hope is a conspiratorial look. âWellââ
âWhat?! Ew. Are you really about to answer her? Please, dear god, do not tell me you have seen my brotherâs penis. If youâve seen itâfuck, I might actually puke.â
As much as you probably shouldnât, you laugh, which earns further protests and obscene noises from Hayun.
âBefore you interrupted me, I was going to say that maybe Eunseo should ask him herself.â
Hayun howls a protest, sloshing her new cocktail onto the table as she gesticulates a crude hand gesture in your direction. âDo not. I repeat, do not do that, Eunseo!â
The conversation peters off, Hayun losing herself in another cocktail while Eunseo stares dreamily up at the ceiling.
âI thinkâhiccupâit's bedtime,â Eunseo slurs.
As if right on cue, a familiar face peeks through the entrance to the lounge. You wave Taehyung down, and he comes jogging across the space to your table. His shirt is rumpled with the top few buttons undone, but his eyes are clear, and you know heâll be a perfect gentleman.
âAre you sure?â you ask him, pitching your voice low.
âI got this, donât worry. We finished up a few hours ago anyway.â
Taehyung gives you a warm, private smile before turning to Eunseo. âHey there, beautiful. Letâs get you on to bed, okay?â
âWhereâs my savior?â Hayun asks, frowning after her brother escorting Eunseo from the lounge and back through the front lobby.
âRight here,â you tell her, sliding out of your chair and coming around to her side of the table. âCome on, letâs go.â
It takes you more than twice as long as it usually would to get to Hayunâs room. She leans against the wall in the hall as you dig through her pockets in search of her room key. Once you find it tucked between a few stray bills and her ID, you usher her into the room and deposit her onto the bed.
Her fiance has a room on the other side of the grounds, but after the ceremony, they will both be moving into one of the coupleâs suites for the night before jet-setting off to Jeju Island for their week-long honeymoon.
âAm I doing the right thing?â
Hayunâs question catches you off guard. You throw a confused look at her over your shoulder as you rummage through her suitcase in search of something for her to sleep in.
âWhat?â
She sighs as she rolls over, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed so she can look at you upside down. âMarrying Jungkook. Itâs a mistakeâŚso why am I doing it?â
âHayunâŚwhat are you talking about? Jungkook is perfect for you. You guys have been dating for five years, and you told me youâve never been happier. Whereâs the mistake in that?â
The sound Hayun makes is akin to something a wounded animal might make. She flops, flailing her arms and legs like a child throwing a fit.
âThatâs the thing, though! Iâm happy, but I donât love him. Oh god,â she cries. âI donât love him.â
âHey, hey now.â You abandon the search for sleeping clothes and crawl across the floor until youâre kneeling beside the bed. Smoothing your hand across her forehead, you ask, âWhere is all this coming from?â
âHe thinks Iâm his true mate,â she whispers. The tears leaking from her eyes slide up her face, wetting the edges of her eyebrows before sliding over her forehead and disappearing into her hair. âBut I know heâs not mine.â
âWhâwait, what?â You push up from the floor and move onto the bed, gathering your best friendâs head into your lap so sheâs no longer hanging upside down off the side of the bed.
She hiccups a sob, lips trembling as she explains, âHe says Iâm his true mate, that he knows because of my scent. But he doesnât smell special to meâŚhow is that possible?â
âHayun, I donâtââ
âI cheated on him,â she whimpers in confession, cutting off what were going to be your soothing words of affirmation. They sour on your tongue, refusing to be released now.
Your stomach churns at her admittance. âYou what?â
âYou have every right to judge me. Iâm a terrible person. But, when he told me I was his true mateâŚI panicked. I had to be sure I wasnât broken, that me not finding his scent special wasnât just something wrong with me.â Hayun blinks rapidly, trying to clear the tears as they begin to come in earnest. She clutches at the front of her shirt, hand fisting over her heart. âSo, I slept with two Alphas that I work with to see if it was any different. I had to be sure. I had to know.â
âHayun, I-I-I donâtâŚIâm notââ
âIâm such a fucking mess,â she sobs, curling in on you and pressing her face against your stomach. âI donât deserve him. I only said yes to marrying him because I donât want to be alone forever. I canât be like you. I need someone.â
Her words sting, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You watch as she falls apart in your lap, ultimately giving in to her grief. Itâs on the tip of your tongue to call her out on her childish behavior, to set the record straight about your own love life, and to leave her to her wallowing. ButâŚthe shaking of her shoulders and soft whines from her remind you so much of a younger and more fragile Hayunâthe Hayun of your shared childhoods.
âShh, itâs okay. Itâs going to be okay.â No matter how you might feel about her actions and the hurtful words sheâs spilled, you hate to see your best friend so distraught and broken. âHey, look at me.â
You wait until her watery eyes peel away from your shirt and meet yours. âTell me you hate me; itâs okay.â
âHayun, I donât hate you. I could never hate you. You madeâŚa mistake, thatâs all. You were trying to figure things out. ButâŚHayun, youâŚyou have to tell him.â
She frowns up at you, her expression sobering. âTell him?â
âHeâs about to marry you, Hayun. Thatâs a big freaking dealâŚyou have to tell him tomorrow morning before anything else happens.â
The laugh that bubbles from her lips is anything but humorous. âI-I canât do that! Heâll hate me. Heâll call the wedding off!â She shoves out of your lap and stares at you like youâve lost your mind.
âIf Jungkook truly loves you and says youâre his true mate, I donât see that happening. But, he deserves to know. You have to know that. Either you tell him now, or he finds out years from now, and then itâll be so much worse,â you try to reason with her.
âHe doesnât have to know!â she whisper-yells, her tears turning from sad to angry in an instant.
You shake your head, unable to believe what youâre hearing from her. âThis isnât right, Hayun. You canât go into a marriage with someone with secrets like that!â
âItâs not like itâll happen again. Iâm not going to cheat on him while weâre married. Please,â she begs, her face once more softening into saddened anguish. âI donât want to lose him.â
âHe deserves to know, Hayun,â you whisper, remembering your own keen sting of betrayal from many years ago. There is a reason you donât date much. âYou say it wonât happen again?â you ask, trying to buy yourself some time to process everything Hayun just told you.
Her silence is deafening, and you think sheâs about to not answer you the way you hope, but, finally, she murmurs, âNo. Never. I swear it.â
âOkay. Okay, good. But, he still needs to know.â
Just because youâve never actually met Jungkook, it doesnât mean you donât care for him. Heâs the one who puts a smile on Hayunâs face when you canât. Heâs the reason sheâs as happy as she isâŚor has been? Now, youâre not so sure. But, what you are certain about is that Hayun is far too drunk right now to know up from down and is just having a moment of raw vulnerability.
âAre you going to tell him?â she asks, voice a hoarse whisper.
You chew your bottom lip for a moment before slowly shaking your head. Thinking about it, even if you didnât care for Jungkook, he still deserves to know on pure principle. âNo. I wonât tell him.â She lets out a soft sigh of relief, which has you tacking on, âBecause itâs not my place to tell him, itâs yours.â
âYeah,â she mumbles. âOkay.â She doesnât say anything more beyond that, falling into a listless stupor, all of her energy sapped from the quick argument and endless cocktails from the bar.
After you wrestle her out of her clothes and put on a long nightgown, she tucks easily into bed. You leave a glass of water on the bedside table for her, then exit the room and head to your own.
A pang of uncertainty refuses to quell in the pit of your stomach. You toss and turn most of the night, falling into a fitful sleep just before the sun begins to kiss the horizon. Itâs going to be a long dayâŚa battle of wills you never saw coming.
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Jungkook
Today is the big day, and Jungkook couldnât be happier. Nothing could possibly bring him down from the high heâs feeling. Not even the fact that he is unable to find the cufflinks that were passed down to him by his father.
âDid you check the pockets of all your pants?â Jimin, Jungkookâs best friend, asks from where heâs lounging in one of the chairs on the other side of Jungkookâs hotel room.
âYes,â he mutters, dumping his entire suitcase onto the bed to rifle through it once again. âI remember putting them with the pile of Hayunâsâoh fuck.â
âThatâs great,â Taehyung sighs. âSo my sister probably has them.â He checks his watch. âWe donât really have time to go on a scavenger hunt through her room. Jimin and I are supposed to meet the photographer to get started on some of the bride and groomsmen shots.â
Jungkook purses his lips and rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks of a solution. âIâd go look myself, but what if I run into Hayun between here and there? She specifically requested that we not see each other until the ceremony.â
Taehyung hums lightly. âI think I have an idea. The other girls donât meet for pictures until after weâre done. SoâŚyeahâŚokayâŚdone,â he murmurs, tapping away at his phone screen. âIf theyâre in Hayunâs things, theyâll be delivered to you soon.â
âThanks, Taehyung, youâre a lifesaver.â
Minutes later, Jungkook finds himself alone, Taehyung and Jimin having gone to meet with the photographer. Somewhere out there, beyond the confines of his room, his fiancee is probably smiling and laughing as she poses in front of the camera. If only Jungkook could see through walls. Heâd give anything for even just a little glimpse of his bride-to-be.
When Jungkook first met Hayun almost six years ago, he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to track her scent. The meeting he was heading for was instantly forgotten, replaced by a visceral need to discover the source of that titillating aroma that had his hindbrain firing on all cylinders.
Never before had Jungkook experienced something soâŚprimal. It was both alarming and utterly fascinating. Amongst the harsh scents of car exhaust and the warm notes of roasted coffee, Jungkook wove his way through the crowd on the sidewalk to the doors of a little cafe; Hayun was inside, ordering a matcha tea to-go, and the rest was history.
Jungkook sighs, forcing himself to stop daydreaming and fiddling with his shirt's empty cuffs and focus on putting together the rest of his suit.
The scent hits Jungkook a moment before the sound of a soft knock reaches his ears. Heâs standing in the ensuite bathroom, mid-skin care routine. Wiping his wet fingers off onto a towel, he draws in a deep breath to confirm the aroma wafting to him from beyond the door of his room.
A roguish smirk quirks up one side of his mouth as he exits the bathroom and moves across the room. Unable to help himself, he opens the door. âHayun,â he chuckles, fingers wrapping around the doorknob, âI thought we agreed that youâŚyou are not Hayun.â The words tumble from his suddenly numb lips, rasping past his too-dry tongue.
âUmm, no. Not Hayun, sorry. Youâre Jungkook?â
The woman standing before him is clearly not his fiancee. The womanâs purple gown is familiar, Jungkook knowing itâs what Hayun chose for her attending party. Youâre a friend of Hayun, clearly, yet you smell exactly like HayunâŚif Hayun smelled like Hayun times a thousand. The fragrance slams into his olfactory system, and the edges of his vision grow blurry a moment before he shakes his head and steadies himself with a hand on the doorjamb.
âYeah,â he whispers, voice raspy with his suddenly dry throat. Revelations pounding him right between the eyes, washing through his body and keying right into his most basic of instincts.
Jungkook watches as your nostrils flare, and he knows itâs in that moment that you register his cedar and lavadin scent; the scent that marks him for whatâwhoâhe is.
âJungkook,â you repeat his name, and he wants to howl with delight at how it sounds coming from your lips. âNo. You canâtâŚitâs notââ your voice cuts off a second before you drop the small, black leather box you were holding and turn, disappearing in a flash of violet tulle and silk.
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âStop! Wait, please!â The shout of your name follows you down the hall, but youâre too focused on getting as far away from him and the feelings threatening to overwhelm you as you can.
âNo, no, no,â you chant under your breath as you move as swiftly as the slippered feet will allow you to go without tripping yourself up.
Itâs clearly not fast enough. It only takes a few frantic beats of your heart before a firm grip on your elbow draws you to a stumbling halt. The touch is electric, and your skin flushes with goosebumps at the heated contact.
âDonât run,â Jungkook pants. âPlease.â
You wretch your arm from his grip and whirl on him, a sharp remark ready on the tip of your tongue. Only, it dies there, never to be uttered, as your heart thumps violently in response to the look on his faceâpure anguish.
Your voice is thread-thin as you finally manage to get words out, âThis canât be happening.â
Jungkookâs brow twitches, his lips tucked between his teeth. His emotions are stark on his face, and the conflict is raw and bare to you. Clearly, heâs warring the same as you, maybe even more so.
âWhy do you smell like Hayun?â he asks, his voice soft in contrast to the raging storm you see in his eyes. âWhy do you smell more like my true mate than she even does? Is this some wicked, cruel prank?â
You shake your head, intentionally drawing a breath through your mouth in hopes of saving your nose from another assault of his perfect scent. But, instead, his flavor laces over your tongue and slides down your throat to sit like a knot in your belly. You might as well have licked a stripe up his neck for all the good that did.
âI-I donât know,â you choke out, trying to keep the pool of saliva under your tongue from dripping down your chin.
Jungkook steps closer to you, leading with his nose. He sniffs the air around you and something must not sit well with what he discovers because he rears back and bares his teeth. âOf course,â he mutters as his eyes drop to your left wrist.
Your eyes track his movement as he scoops up your wrist in a loose grip, and you realize itâs the bracelet there that has his attention. Everything clicks into place, and you feel like the faintest breeze could sweep you away with how lightheaded youâre feeling at this moment.
âWe traded,â you whisper as if speaking low enough means the admission wonât utterly destroy the world as you know it.
âSheâs not my true mate,â he states, voice as low as yours, fevered and quiet. âYou are.â
Those words punch you in the chest, nearly taking you to your knees. If it werenât for the hold Jungkook has on your wrist, youâre sure youâd be in a heap on the floor. As it is, he catches his other arm around your waist as you sway on the spot.
âY-you shouldnât.â Your protest is stilted, the words feeling robotic and unnatural as you gingerly press a hand against the arm thatâs angled around your ribs. It was your intention to push his touch away, but the most you accomplish is flexing your fingers against the smooth cotton covering his thick bicep.
Somehow, you find yourself back in the room you had fled from just a few minutes ago. Jungkook settled you on the bed and is now pressing a chilled water bottle into your hands.
He kneels before you, headless of putting wrinkles in his black dress slacks. Heâs wearing a thin white undershirt, his starched white button-up undone over it. The cuffs of the sleeves flop as he brings his hands into his lap and picks at the edges of his thumbnails.
Your eyes rove the room, catching on the black leather box still sitting on the floor by the door where you dropped it. Inside the box is nestled a pair of golden cufflinksâa pair you now understand have been passed down through the generations of Jeon men.
Absently, you press your thumb to your phone, unlocking it to reveal the text message that has irrevocably changed your life forever.
If you had known Taehyungâs text message requesting help would have led you to where you are right now, youâd probably have ignored it.
Yet, at the same time, if you had, youâd probably have had this revelation with Jungkook in the middle of the ceremony, and it would have caused all sorts of untoward chaos. No, itâs far better that itâs happening now instead of later. Maybe you can get ahead of this and fix it somehow. ThoughâŚ
âHey? You okay?â Jungkook interrupts your thoughts. âFuck, thatâs a stupid question. Sorry.â
âHuh? Oh. UmmâŚyeah. I donâtâwhat do we do now?â You turn your phone over, finger ghosting over the power button to lock the screen once more.
Jungkook sighs, and you canât help watching the rise and fall of his shoulders, framing the swell of his defined chest with the action. Heâs an exquisite specimen of masculinity, and even if it werenât for the musky notes of his scent that mark him as your true mate, youâd find him devastatingly attractive.
âWe need to tell Hayun. I c-canâtâŚI canât marry her. Not when Iâve foundââ he cuts off, wincing as his voice breaks. âI should go and find her. Now, before this can go any further. Iâm sorry. Iâll, uh, Iâll find you later, okay?â
âWait,â you call after him. He stops halfway to the door and glances back at you over his shoulder. âShouldnât we tell her together?â
Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek a moment, his eyes flicking over your face as he thinks through your suggestion. Slowly, he nods. âYeah, maybe thatâs for the best.â
There is palpable tension between you and Jungkook as you follow behind him out of the main building. He texted Jimin, knowing heâd be the most reliable with his phone on him, asking where the photos were currently taking place.
It only took a few minutes for Jimin to respond that they were almost finished but were currently capturing some group shots on the walking path by the lake on the backside of the property.
Youâre vaguely aware of where the lake is located, having given the map of the grounds that was posted on the backside of your roomâs door a cursory look the day you arrived. Itâs a relatively short distance, yet it feels like miles with the weight of pure dread sitting firmly on your shoulders.
At least itâs not a feeling youâre experiencing alone. Jungkook is right there with you, and you can clearly see the unease in the stiff way his body moves. The tips of his fingers twitch back in your direction every few steps like heâs fighting off the urge to slip them between your own.
The first person you catch sight of is Yoona, the photographer. Sheâs squatting in the grass, her large DSLR camera held up to her face, as she captures candid moments of Hayun, Taehyung, and Jimin repositioning themselves along the lake's edge.
Your heart squeezes hard at how beautiful Hayun is in her form-fitting silk ivory, off-the-shoulder wedding gown, the lacy bell sleeves fluttering around her hands. Her head is thrown back, the peel of her carefree laughter carrying to you and further crumbling your soul into a million pieces. You ache, not just for the desire to draw closer to your true mate, but for the inevitable aftermath of what is about to happen.
Taehyung is the first to notice you and Jungkook. The smile on his face slowly disappears, replaced by a concerned frown. Hayun catches his expression and follows his line of sight. Her gaze sears into you, and you feel like you might combust into a cloud of ash at any second with the irritation contained in her pretty brown eyes.
âWhatâs going on?â Hayun exclaims, throwing her hands up in a frustrated manner as she stalks towards you and Jungkook. âItâs not time for your photos yet,â she tells you before her eyes swing to Jungkook. âWhat happened to not seeing me before the wedding? That was your rule!â
âHayun, we need to talk.â
âTalk about whââ she cuts off, her question turning into a gasp. Your wide eyes flick to you. âYou told him?â
âWhat? No!â
Your protest rings out at the same time that Jungkook says, âSheâs my true mate.â
A breeze kicks up, sweeping from behind you and tossing errant strands of hair across Hayunâs forehead. Youâd give anything for the power to pluck the wind from the air, shove it backâŚkeep it from showering her with yours and Jungkookâs combined scentsâa blatant confirmation echoing the words Jungkook just let loose.
Hayun stiffens. Her jaw goes rigid, and her face pales as her nostrils flare. Itâs a moment that will be forever written across the band of your friendship. Betrayal flashes through her eyes before morphing into something akin to somber resignation.
âHayun,â Jungkook begins. âI donâtâwe didnâtâŚIâm sorry. What do we do?â He spreads his hands out in front of himself in a helpless manner.
By this time, Jimin and Taehyung have come up from behind Hayun, faces wary as they take in the scene with growing clarity. You look to Taehyung, hoping he can see the silent plea in your eyes.
âExplain,â Hayun says simply. Despite how collected she seems, you can see the subtle tremble in her hands and the way the muscles in her neck continue to flex and strain as she clenches and grinds her teeth.
Jungkook launches into recounting the events that brought you to his room and broke the proverbial dam. âWeâwe had no idea. I swear this is the first time weâve ever met, and gods, the braceletsâŚâ Jungkook trails off, a pained sound rumbling from his chest.
âIs this a joke?â Taehyung asks accusingly, and itâs like a barb to your heart.
âWe wouldnât do that.â Your croaked statement draws Hayunâs attention.
Hayun sniffles, her chin jerking a little higher into the air. âMy nose tells me one thing, but my heart tells me another. Did you know about this last night? Is that why you pushed so hard for me to tell him?â The last part is whispered, meant only for you, which hurts even more.
âHayun, no! You know thatâs impossible. I couldnât have known.â
âTell me what?â Jungkook asks, having heard despite her whisper, his eyes swiveling between you and Hayun.
You shake your head at him, not wanting to throw further fuel on the fire. âHayun, please, believe me.â
A pregnant moment full of thick tension passes before it fizzles, and Hayun shakes her head, not in a dismissive fashion but in gentle acceptance. âI believe you,â she tells you. âI guessâŚI guess there wonât be a wedding in four hours unless you two wantâŚâ She trails off, a bittersweet smile tugging at her cherry red painted lips.
Jungkook blanches, wide eyes landing on you. âWhat? Us? No. I mean, sorryâŚbutââ
Hayun holds up her hand, quelling Jungkookâs flustered response. âI was teasing, Koo, trying to lighten the mood. Um,â she pauses, absently twisting the diamond engagement ring around her finger before slowly slipping it off and closing a fist around it. âCan we talk, though? Thereâs something I needed to tell you today anyway.â
âOkay,â Jungkook says wearily.
âTae, do you mindâŚ?â Hayun asks, not even having to fill in the blanks. Her brother instantly steps into his role as protector and savior.
âDonât worry about anything. Iâll make some phone calls,â Taehyung assures her before grabbing Jiminâs arm and starting back down the walking path.
âIâll justââ you thumb over your shoulder in the direction Tae and Jimin just disappeared in ââbe in my room.â
âWait,â Hayun calls, pulling your retreat up short. âCome here.â She opens her arms, her hands opening and closing in grabby motions. âPlease.â
A sob cracks from your throat as you throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. âIâm so sorry, Hayun. Iâm so sorry.â
âHush. None of that. This isnât anything we could have predicted or stopped from happening. If anything, maybe this is lifeâs way of getting back at me for what I did to him,â she whispers in your ear. âThis is how itâs meant to be.â
Hayun smoothes a hand over your back and releases you. She steps back, using the back of a finger to lift the tears from your cheeks, and gives you a watery smile.
Youâre not sure you can speak without completely losing yourself, so you just give her a tight nod and continue back on your way down the path. A part of you wants to hear what she has to say to Jungkook, to be there to soothe any hurts or achesâŚwhich is a startling realization that youâd not just tend to Hayun but to Jungkook, too. That internal, visceral part of you yearns to turn on your heel andâŚprotect whatâs yours.
Itâs an odd revelation to think of Jungkook as yours. Well, yours unless either of you reject the bond. Though, that thought makes your stomach pitch and roil. You have to trail a hand along the wall in the hall leading to your room to keep yourself from curling over your abdomen at just the idea.
Once back in your room, youâre unsure what to do with yourself, so you absently start to gather your belongings and pack them up. Every few minutes, you find yourself pausing to stare at the door, ears pricking at the slightest sound from beyond it.
Youâre not sure what youâre expecting. Whether itâs Hayun coming to your room so the two of you can cry together or Jungkook coming to claim yâuh, you shove that thought aside quickly because now is not the time. At. All.
The time for the wedding comes and passes without a single knock on your door nor a text or call on your phone. Youâre tempted to go looking. For what, youâre not entirely sureâan answer, maybe, some sort of direction on what you should do now.
Finally, after hours of sitting in silence with just your thoughts for company, a soft knock sounds at your door. The long hem of your dress nearly trips you up in your haste to make it to the door. It swings open, and for some reason, your stomach drops, the flutter of disappointment heavy and unexpected.
âHey, beautiful,â Taehyung says, his voice soft and full of emotion. âMind if I come in?âÂ
His necktie is loose, and the top button of his dress shirt is undone. There is a tension in his eyes that wasnât there earlier. It makes your chest ache.
âSure,â you say, stepping back and letting him into your room.
Taehyung sighs, perches on the end of your bed, and props his elbows on his knees. His chin rests on an upturned fist, his other hand dangling between his legs, clutching his phone.
He opens his mouth, a single word the only thing coming out, âSo.â
âSo,â you parrot.
âHayun wants me to take her homeâŚalone. Iâm not sure what all she and Jungkook talked about, but I think theyâre at least amicable in agreeing that it would be best if he gave her a few days at home alone before they start the process of separating their lives.â Youâre not sure if the bitter tinge in your chest is hurt because Hayun isnât the one telling you this or because now you have to find your own way to the airport. As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung continues, âI can be back in two days, maybe sooner, depending on traffic. Perhaps theyâll let you extend your stay. If not, I can talk to Jiminââ
âNo, Tae, itâs okay. Iâll figure something out. Donât worry about me. Just take care of Hayun, make sure sheâs okay...as okay as she can be, at least. Fuck.â The last word comes out choked, and you gnash your teeth on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting the angry tears out. You have no right to be angry. Hell, youâre not even sure why youâre angry. It just seems like the easiest emotion to feel right now, the only one that doesnât leave you feeling like your world is slowly imploding.
âHey,â Taehyung says, bringing one of his big hands up to cup the side of your face. His thumb prods at the swell of your cheek, causing you to release the tension in your jaw. âHayun isnât the only one Iâm worried about here.â
âIâm fineâI will be fine,â you amend. âI promise. I think Iâm just feeling overwhelmed. Iâm mad at myself for ruining Hayunâs big day. I canât believe this is happening at all. ThisâŚthis just doesnât happen. This is the kind of shit you read about in books, itâs not supposed to be real life.â
And there it is, you surmiseâthe truth of the matter. None of whatâs happened makes sense. It honestly belongs on the pages of a book or in a movie script, not in your real life. It still feels surreal. If it werenât for the subtle, lingering ache you instinctively know is associated with finding your true mate but not allowing yourself to fully accept it, youâd think this was all some elaborate party trick or impractical joke.
Taehyung smiles at you, but the unease in his eyes canât be masked that easily. âIâm not sure what to say or what to do. Youâre right. This isnât a situation I think anyone was prepared for or ever thought possible, actually. But, here we areâŚand we have to face it the best way we can.â He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. âI'll tell you what: Iâll text Jiminâheâs a good guy, I think youâll enjoy his companyâand ask him to meet you in the lounge. Have a few drinks, wind down, and try to relax as best you can.â
âSure,â you say lamely, trying to muster up at least a little bit of enthusiasm.
âThatâs my girl.â Taehyung offers you another smile, this one not so tense. âHere, I have something for you.â He fishes into his pant pocket and produces a familiar thin silver chain, a tiny crescent moon dangling near one end.
The sight has your spine straightening. âRight, of course.â You quickly thumb open the clasp on the bracelet around your wrist, letting it fall from your skin for the first time since you put it on when Hayun gave it to you all those years ago. It never felt right to take it offâŚnot until now.
Taehyung helps you swap the bracelet with the one in his hand. The metal feels cold against your skin and you immediately miss the subtle fragrance of Hayunâs scent clinging to your wrist. Though, you suppose thatâs what has gotten you both into this mess to begin with. Taehyung explains in soft words how Jungkook explained to Hayun about the scent mix-up with the braceletsâsuch a silly, seemingly insignificant thingâŚthe catalyst to spark such a colossal moment.
âIâm going to get on the road with Hayun, but Iâll call you as soon as we get to her place and check in on you, okay?â
Sitting at the bar with Jungkookâs best friend seemed like a good idea when Taehyung first presented it to you. But, at the time, you werenât connecting the dots that Jimin was Jungkookâs best friend. He was just Jimin, the guy that just so happened also to be part of the wedding party that you had met in passing briefly, but he seemed like a good enough person. Now, however, you feel all the awkward tension radiating right between your shoulder blades, emphasized by the silence lingering between the two of you.
You traded in your lilac dress for jeans and a light silk blouse, canvas slip-ons in place of your slippers, yet no matter how comfortable you know your clothing is, you canât shake the prickling discomfort eating away at the back of your neck.
âWant another?â Jimin asks, nodding to your mostly watered-down rum and coke. Itâs barely late afternoon, and as much as Taehyungâs suggestion of a drink sounded like just what you needed, youâve found yourself not in the mood to drink after all.
âUm, nah. Iâm okay, thanks.â
âCool. Okay. Iâll be right back.â Jimin drums his fingers on the tabletop and pops his lips before giving you a slight head nod and pushing up from his chair.
You watch as he saunters to the long bar, his crescent moon tattoo on the nape of his neck peeking out from the top of his collar, and props his elbows onto the shiny top. His smile is flirty and casual as the bartender, a beautiful woman with long, inky tresses and fiery red lipstick, sidles up in front of him.
Theyâre too far away for you to hear their conversation, but her tinkling laughter carries across the space, and you know it might be a while before Jimin returns to your table.
Which youâre okay with. Considering you know youâre not exactly pleasant company right now, you donât blame him one bit. You glance down at your phone, once again reading the last text message Hayun sent you not too long ago.
Eunseo stopped by the lounge around the same time Jimin showed up. If her smile and lingering hug were any indicator, she clearly had a thing for him. She gave you a small wave goodbye before giving Jimin another hug and heading out. Apparently, she was going to follow Taehyung and Hayun back to Hayun and Jungkookâs place to help Hayun with whatever she needed over the next few days.
Does it hurt that your best friend is relying on someone else, her new best friend? Yes. Do you also understand why? Also, yes, but that doesnât make the sting hurt any less.
Youâre just about to give up and retreat back to your room, which the front desk still hasnât given you a definitive answer about whether or not your stay can be extended while you wait for Tae, when a shadow falls across your table a second before.
âDo you mind if I sit?â Jungkook asks in a low voice.
He fidgets, threading and unthreading his fingers together while he waits for your answer. The suit he had half on earlier is gone, and in its place is a dark pair of jeans, the knees worn fashionably, and an oversized white graphic t-shirt. Black sneakers peek out from the rounded bottoms of his pant legs.
You clear your throat, forcing your eyes away from his and instead on the glass sitting in a puddle of condensation on the table before you. âOh, Iâuh, I was actually about to go. Youâre welcome to the table, though. Jimin wasââ You cut off, realizing Jimin is no longer in the lounge at all. âWell, he was here,â you add with a frown.
Jungkook scratches a hand across the back of his neck and gives you a hesitant smile. âYeah, he texted me. He wentâŚwell, that doesnât matter. Could we, umâŚcan we talk?â
âYes.â The response is out of your mouth before he even finishes asking. âPlease, I think Iâd like that,â you say, nodding toward the open seat across from you.
A shaky breath rattles from Jungkook as he eases into the empty seat. âHave you talked to Hayun at all?â he asks after a momentâs hesitation.
âA text message, but thatâs all. Iâm not sure she wants to talk to me right now.â Needing something to do with your hands, you trace a finger along the edge of the water pooled around the bottom of your glass and use your other to poke more drops on the side of your cup, making them race down to join the growing puddle.
Jungkook nods, his lips pursing thoughtfully. âShe told me what happened last night. Her confession.â That draws your attention back to him, and you wait, fingers still on the glass, intent on hearing what he says next. âI thought Iâd be angrier finding out the woman Iâve been with for yearsâthe woman I was hours away from marryingâhad cheated on meâŚbut Iâm not. For the life of me, Iâm not mad at herâŚeven though I know I should be.â
âHow do you feel?â
Maybe itâs none of your business, but you have to ask.
Blowing out a breath, Jungkook slides one of his hands across the table and, giving you plenty of time to protest or pull away, slowly slides his fingers between yours, effectively joining his hand with yours. Itâs the first time hand-holding has felt so intimate yet wholly innocent.
âRelieved, I think,â he finally says. âGrateful, maybe? Hayun was hurt. As she has every right to be, but she said she also felt relief, too. I think, as much as she said she loved me, she was still holding back even in the end.â With a rueful shake of his head, he tacks on, âWe were just a disaster waiting to happen, held together only by the thin chain of a bracelet. We would have shattered eventually.â
Jungkookâs eyes drop to where your fingers are entwined with his, trailing up to your wrist to land on the object he just spoke of.
âIâm relieved, too,â you whisper. Your eyes meet his as he glances up, and youâre instantly captivated.
This is the first time youâve allowed yourself to really study Jungkook. His hair is tousled like heâd been running his hands through it for hours. You suppose he probably had been and wonder if thatâs one of his nervous ticks.
The bow of his lips is prominent and draws your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his lips, making small mental notes at everything you see, like the tiny beauty mark under his bottom lip. His straight nose leads you to his expressive eyes, so dark and full of secrets you want to be privy to.
To say Jungkook is handsome would be a gross understatement. Youâre not sure if itâs the fact heâs your true mate or just simply a gorgeous being, but he is pleasing to the eyes, thatâs for sure.
You mentally kick yourself for thinking such thoughts about your best friendâs almost-husband after everything that has just happened. Itâs not in good taste to entertain these thoughts so soon, right? True mate or not.
Yet, you canât shove those thoughts away completely.
âWhere did you go just now?â Jungkook asks, tilting his head and studying you intently.
Not wanting to explain yourself and the thoughts you were just having, you choose to ask him a question instead. âSo, what now?â
Youâre thankful Jungkook doesnât push you to answer. He shifts in his seat and withdraws his fingers from between yours.
âI think we start withâŚâ he trails off, a playful smile tugging up the side of his mouth as he holds the hand he pulled back in the air in front of you in offering. âHi, Iâm Jungkook.â
For the first time in what feels like forever, you smile. A laugh escapes you, and you instantly feel a thousand times lighter with that simple action.
As you take his hand back into yours, allowing yourself to truly savor the feel of his skin against yours, you realize that no matter what happens with Hayun or the fact that you live thousands of miles apart from JungkookâŚeverything is going to be okay and maybe you wouldnât have ignored Taehyungâs text after all.
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Jungkook, 3 months later
The flight was long but worth it. Jungkook stretches as he climbs out of the Uber he took from the airport. You would have picked him up. In fact, you are supposed to pick him upâŚjust, not until next week. He decided to surprise you by coming early. He hopes you donât mind.
Time seemed to drag to a near stand-still following that fateful day at the bed and breakfast where he was so sure heâd be joining his life with Hayunâs officially. No one could have anticipated what actually went down that day. But, in the end, he and Hayun parted ways on pleasant terms, and itâs actually thanks to her that heâs here right now, a week early.
Jungkook was worried that with everything that happened, yours and Hayunâs friendship might suffer. But, surprisinglyâand thankfullyâyou guys have been getting on great. Hayun has been looking at work prospects in Thailand but, from what youâve told Jungkook, is planning to visit you and Taehyung for Christmas.
Itâs been three months, and not a day has gone by that Jungkook hasnât talked to you in some capacity. From the moment he offered to be your ride to the airport, and you agreed, heâs thought about nothing other than getting on a plane and following you. The draw to you is just that strong.
Youâve expressed similar feelings, already having planned a return trip to Seoul next month. Neither Jungkook nor you have really talked about what the future holds or how to even begin to navigate it. But Jungkook hopes that during the week he is here, you can both begin to figure that out.
Giddiness makes his tattooed fingers shake as he reaches out and grasps the brass knocker on your door. He gives it a rap against the thick wood and waits. Jungkook counts the breaths as his anticipation rises. Itâs only three and a half exhales before he hears the soft pad of your feet on the other side of the door.
Jungkook can imagine you pressing up onto your tip toes in order to peer through the peephole. Heâd pay money to be able to see the look on your face when you see itâs him. Not being able to see your face doesnât take away from the dopamine rush he gets when the sound of your surprised squeal sounds through the door.
âJungkook!â Your shout is followed by the frantic sound of you disengaging the locks on your door before you swing it open and launch yourself at him. âWhat the fuck are you doing here? Oh, my gods! Why didnât you tell me? Youâre here!â
It feels good to laugh, but it feels even better to have you in his arms finally. The brief embrace he shared with you at the airport when he dropped you off was not enough and is what drove him to try and come sooner than planned.
Jungkook savors the warmth of your soft body pressed against his, your arms tight around his neck. Running one of his hands up your spine, he clasps the back of your neck and uses his hold there to angle your head away from his neck so he can look you in the face.
âSurprise,â he whispers. âI couldnât wait any longer.â
You sigh dreamily, your eyes fluttering closed for a second like youâre savoring the feeling of being in his arms. âPleasant surprise,â you murmur with a smile on your face.
Jungkook canât help himself. He wants so badly to know if your smile tastes as good as he thinks it will. The press of his lips against yours causes you to melt against him, a throaty sound escaping around the intrusion of his tongue as he works it between your lips.
âYour taste,â he groans, forcing his mouth away from yours before the allure of you can drive him completely mad. Who is he kidding? Heâs already there. âI need more.â
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Those words do something to you.
I need more.
They echo the thoughts youâve been harboring for the last three months. Youâve ached with those words, desperately willing yourself to be patient and let it happen when itâs meant to happen.
But, fuck, it feels so good to have him in your arms, to have his mouth brushing against yours. He tastes divine, a warm sweetness that compliments the musk of his scent that is slowly wrapping itself around you.
âTake me. Take it all,â you urge, completely baring yourself to him, body, mind, and soul. âIâm yours.â
Itâs a frenzy, the frantic discarding of clothing. Your fingers work to free him of his jeans while also helping him with the criss-cross straps of your lounging romper. You donât care that youâre still standing by your front door, bared down to your underwear. The only thing youâre focusing on now is how Jungkook holds you at arm's length and drinks you in from head to toe.
âYouâŚareâŚeverything.â The way he whispers those words crawls under your skin, rooting itself deep in your being. You feel sexyâŚdesired, and unbelievably emptyâyour body clenches, the ache deep between your thighs. Youâve never been so turned on from just taking your clothes off before, from whispered words and a heated look.
Jungkook allows you to undress him as slow or as fast as you want. You try to take your time and savor every inch of skin you expose. But, you can barely contain yourself when you get to his jeans, shoving them unceremoniously down his thighs with your eyes locked on the many planes and angles of his toned chest and stomach.
Your fingers ghost over his skin, eliciting goosebumps in their wake as you explore the smooth and lush expanse of his shoulders and down his arms. Without needing to say anything more, he gathers you into his arms and covers your mouth with his once more.
Itâs a miracle you make it to your bedroom. But, seeing Jungkook sprawled out on your bed is a sight youâll never forget, with his lowered lids and bottom lip caught between his teeth. You want to taste every inch of him, from the tips of his ears down to the defined muscles of his calves.
Now, though, your gaze focuses on the front of his tented boxer briefs. The dark grey material has darkened even further, where you can see the distinct outline of the head of his cock. Saliva pools in your mouth.
You crawl on the bed, knees slotting between his, your hands on either side of his hips. With your eyes locked on his, you lean down and mouth gently at the wetness. You moan at the flavor of him, your tongue peeking out to seek more.
âFuck,â you curse. âYou taste so good.â
Jungkook lets out a quick breath. âYou canât say shit like that, baby girl. Youâre going to make me lose it.â He flicks his eyes up to the ceiling, his lips moving like heâs sending up a silent prayer, before looking back down at you. âYou have maybe three seconds before I canât hold back any longer and tear that ass up.â
You chuckle softly, pouting out your lips in a faux sullen manner. âYes, sir.â
That earns a growl from Jungkook that has heat racing down your spine as you hook your fingers into the band of his Calvin Kleinâs and pull them down. He lifts his hips, helping you free him from their confines.
His cock stands so pretty before you, the full heft bobbing against his belly, smearing a pearl of precum against his golden skin. You dive in, licking at the sticky mess before taking the tip between your lips and lavishing your tongue over his slit.
Jungkook fists the sheets, a litany of curses falling from his lips. âPlease,â he chokes.
You keep your eyes locked on his as you inch your way down his length, your jaw forcing itself wider to accommodate as much of him as you can. The blunt head of his cock presses against the back of your throat. You take a steadying breath in through your nose before forcing yourself a little further until your throat constricts around him and you have to pull back.
The second your mouth leaves his cock, saliva stringing from your lips to his tip, Jungkook grabs you and hauls you up over him. You laugh, loving the heat emanating from his body as yours covers his.
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp.
His strong hands land on your hips and tangle in the band of your panties. âI need these off. Please. I need you. I want to feel youâŚbe inside you.â
You want that, too, you realize, your body already primed and begging for it. The sweet, fragrant notes of your arousal saturate the air, mixing with Jungkookâs to paint a picture of hedonism and wanton desires.
The rest of your clothes come off, your bra and panties are tossed to the side, leaving you utterly bare to him. Your inner thighs slide like velvet over his hips as you move your body against his until you can feel the press of the head of his cock against your entrance.
You wrap a hand around his base, angling him perfectly. Itâs a slow descent into madness, the lowering of your body onto his. His eyes bore into yours, pouring out everything that has been building to this moment, this pinnacle that will forever throttle you onto a different path for your futureâwith him. You can feel every perfect inch slide along your walls as they adjust and welcome him. Itâs like sliding home; he is the perfect fit for your body, filling you completely.
The pace you set, at first, is languid. An easy rise and fall of your hips as you both learn the body of the other. Jungkookâs hands mold around your breasts, his thumbs caressing over the pert points of your nipples.
âYou feel so good,â you tell him, emphasizing your words with a generous roll of your hips. âSo much better than I imagined.â
âYou imagined it often?â he asks, a teasing tone to his words.
With the amount of teasing photos and videos youâve shared with each other over the last few weeks, he knows you have. You can tell heâs just giving you a hard time. Thatâs fine, because you canâŚ
Jungkook throws his head back as you arch yours, letting his cock hit that special place inside that has you both seeing stars. âFuck!â His hands drop to your hips, landing with a satisfying smack. His grip tightens, dimpling the supple flesh around his fingers. âCan I knot you?â he asks with a breathless moan. Youâve never taken an alphaâs knot. The idea has your body pulsing around his, flooding slick onto his pelvis as you continue to roll your hips. âFuck, baby girl, do you like that idea? You want to take my knot like a good girl?â
You canât even form a coherent thought, much less answer him. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a panting keen, your chin jerking up and down as you frantically nod your want.
Jungkook braces his feet against the mattress and uses his grip on your hips as leverage to thrust upward, sending you forward onto your hands. Heâs relentless, pounding into you from below to the point your eyes roll back, and you have to squeeze them shut. Tiny pinpricks of light burst behind your lids as your body coils tighter than ever before.
You cry out as he sends you over the edge, your body careening into an unfathomable abyss of pleasure. The sounds coming from around his cock as it pounds into you are slick and obscene, debauched yet wholly satisfying.Â
âAlpha, need your knot,â you mewl, your lips finding the triskelion tattoo over Jungkookâs left pec muscle. You nibble at it, your teeth sinking softly into the skin.
âOh, baby, fuckâŚfuckâŚFuuuckkk!â Jungkook shouts, the sound turning into a guttural snarl as his body goes primal.
He seats himself completely inside of you with one final, deliberate thrust, and then you can feel the swell of his knot capture within you. It hurts, your pleasure turning into a moment of pain and panic. You squirm, trying to lift your hips from his, but the clasp of his hands on your body wonât let you go far. You whine, âJ-Jungkook.â
âI know, baby girl, I know. Relax. Let your body do what it needs to do.â
Itâs like those words unlock some inner Omega part of your brain, and suddenly you feel your body rush with endorphins and dopamine as it accepts the thick jets of his cum now flooding in. Like administering a drug, itâs such a fast transition that you feel lightheaded and giddy, sheepish and almost silly over your moment of panic.
âGods, that feels soâŚgood.â You wiggle in his arms, gasping as his knot pulls tight. You want more, need more of that feelingâŚneed more of his cum. âMore, Alpha, please.â
Jungkook pants, a tired smile on his face. You can feel it when his cock pulses inside you, dribbling even more liquid heat into your body in answer to your plea. âThatâs my pretty girl,â Jungkook coos, brushing a hand across your forehead. âYouâre so beautiful taking my knot, full of my cum.â He curses softly, reverently, and another gush of heat fills your body. âIâm going to take such good care of you. I swear it.â
You fall into a half-sleep, content and sated as you are. There are no worries about the future, nor the past. You are happyâŚall thanks to a pair of golden cufflinks.
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[OT7]
Safe and Sound âĄ
hybrid!bts x reader
You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didnât expect however, was to take in 7.
Combined Beings ââ
mafia!ceo!bts x chubby!reader
You are bullied on a constant because koreaâs beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. the bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.
Little Love
human seokjin! x human!oc x hybrid!ot6
Seokjin and Ayana are an engaged couple who are completely in love with each other. Then one day they stumbled upon two hybrids in need. They decided to help them, not knowing there were four others waiting for their mates to come back.
Snow Angel âĄ
alphas!bts x omega!reader
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.
Emerald Gem
hybrid!bts x reader
Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.
Stay Alive âĄ
myth creatures!bts x reader
When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didnât realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didnât seem to want any other nurse that wasnât you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.
(Un)natural Instincts
ot7 x ceo!reader
You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Masked Miracles âĄ
hybrid!bts x reader
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.
A Cute Blind Soul
ot7 x blind!oc | soulmate au
Selia Jones is blind since birth. After her parents were taken away, she has to live a completely different life and to make it worse, the universe had given her soulmates.
About Love âĄ
hybrid!bts x writer!reader
Becoming a best selling thriller author? Part of the plan. Living in the city and isolating yourself from everyone? Part of the plan. Inheriting your late uncles home in the woods, his sassy assistant and fortune after he died mysteriously? Not part of the plan. Oh, and he failed to mention the 7 âsurprisesâ he left you as well. And come to think of it⌠was his death an accident? Or is your imagination going wild again?
Prologue | CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3
The Way Of a Criminal
gangster!bts x reader | mafia au
Your father was a stranger, you never knew who he was and what he did. But one day, someone knocks on your door, informing you of his passing. Now, you learn more about him, his life and the legacy you are expected to continue with the help of his 7 executives.
Tongue Tied âĄ
wolf hybrid!bts x dog hybrid!reader
In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.
Lone Wolf
bts x reader | abo au
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.
Boyfriend For Hire â
bts x reader
Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you'd least expected.
The Old Guard
demon!bts x witch!reader | soulmates au
You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.
Let The Light In âĄ
hybrid!bts x author!reader
In which youâre a famous childrenâs book writer, one evening after coming home from a diner with your parents you find seven unknown hybrids making themselves comfortable in your living room, what do you do now?
Protectors â
mafia!bts x reader
Your boyfriends loved you very much. that being said, they promised to always be there to shield you in frightening situations - to be your protector, for the rest of your lifetime.
Little Dove â
mafia!bts x reader
You were gentle, innocent, and pure. In simple words, the exact opposite of the cold-hearted and callous mafia members who fell for you in such a clichĂŠ manner.
Redamancy âĄ
hybrid!bts x oc
When a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.
The Little Things â
idol!bts x reader
You've never been more glad to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.
The Plot Twist âĄ
idol!bts x reader | soulmates au
Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.
Hoodies â
idol!bts x celeb!reader
When the boys are doing a v live, you know to keep away from the camera and stay quiet. and you never failed to do so before. so why is it that the time they all do a v live together, you accidentally leave your custom hoodie on the bed behind them?
Snowball Princess
bts x hybrid!reader
In which you've evolved from being a mere PR-stunt to becoming the most important thing in the lives of seven idols and millions of fans alike.
Like Crazy âĄ
bts x reader
The story of seven loves across eight lives.
Mi Casa
bts x alpha!reader | omegaverse au
Sometimes you find your home, sometimes your home finds you.
The Fate of Hybrids âĄ
hybrid!bts x reader
Fruits, Daisies, and a Sprinkle of Love âĄ
bts x reader | soulmates au
A soul bond's archives is a shared space between soulmates, a safe space that allows the fated ones to share memories between themselves, a method commonly used to find each other without having to wait endlessly for luck to play its part. But when your own archives get tainted with pain due to bullies with too much time on their hands⌠Needless to say that despite you not knowing if you have soulmates, you begin to believe that maybe it's a good thing if you don't have any.
Trouvaille
hybrid!bts x reader
In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten â in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven âaggressiveâ hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.
Caramel
dom!bts x sub!reader
You werenât good at taking care of yourself. You knew it, everyone knows it. Too nervous, anxious, getting overwhelmed way too quicklyâŚIt was easy hiding it from the public eye, but they could see right through you. And they were decided on being your steadying hands.
The Love That You Want
idol!bts x death eater!reader | harry potter au
Your worst kept secret? You come from a long line of pureblood elitists.
Outside of the Fox
bts x reader
Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.
Doughnuts and Shell Casings âĄ
mafia!bts x reader | soulmates au
You finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.Â
Nymphet Garden âĄ
fans!bts x idol!reader
He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.
Do Not Tumble Dry â
bts x reader | super fluff content
A spa day for the Bangtan pets.
Baby (you complete us) âĄ
idol!bts x disabled MC | soulmates au
Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches. Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.
Dance of Time
vampire!bts x human reincarnated!reader
You were finally back in the hometown you left right after graduation, researching the mysterious manor that laid outside of the town limits. Your family was acting weird, and the owner of the manor seemed to know more about you than he should. Everything changed when you entered the manor, and you werenât sure your dance with time was going to last very long.
Death Valley
bts x reader
A summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize.
Guys that I'd kind of be into
idol!bts x broadway actress!reader
Being on broadway has always been your dream, and now that youâve achieved just that as christine in âbe more chill,â youâve found it to be a lot harder than your younger self had expected. like, for example, the fact that dating might as well be out of the question. you definitely did not leave college to get distracted from your work... it kind of sucks that seven k-pop idols that you may or may not really like came to see your show and took a liking to you.
A Deal's a Deal
idol!bts x demon!reader
Before BTS became BTS in an act of desperation Jungkook makes a deal with you, a demon. After Namjoon finds out youâre the reason behind a significant number of unfortunate events theyâve gone through over the years he decides to take back their future by binding you under their control until they can figure out how to save Jungkookâs soul. Regardless, youâre going to feed off of their insecurities, lust, and souls to return your powers to you so you can make them all pay.
Wait, Little Rabbit!
bts x bunny hybrid!reader
You, a meek little bunny hybrid, find family amongst six predator hybrids and their lovely human caretaker.
Until Death â
demon!bts x human!reader
Until death do you part, you are theirs and they are yours.
Wolves are (NOT) Scary
werewolf!bts x reader
All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.
Pastel Snowflake Kisses â
bts x reader
They had never made much of a fuss about christmas...until you came into the picture.
Yearning
hybrid!bts x reader
Out of Love âĄ
bts x f!reader
Everything was perfect, or at least you thought it was. What happens when you break up with your 7 boyfriends and have to deal with the aftermath of it all?
To Love Min Yoongi
idol!ot7 x witch!reader | yoongi focus x reader
You were a villainess destined to be with seven stars. Your cliche Reincarnation AU.
Can't Wait to See You Again âĄ
idol!fan!bts x youtuber!reader
The one where Jungkook develops a huge crush on a Youtuber he found after falling into the rabbit hole of his recommended videos. Unbeknownst to him, you were also recommended to his hyungs.
[KSJ]
The A-Listers
actor!jin x famous!reader
Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple â or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.
[MYG]
What yoongi wants, yoongi gets â
idol!yoongi x reader
The one where the cat is actually yours, but yoongi somehow worms his way into the family.
[JHS]
[KNJ]
[PJM]
Filtering Light âĄ
human!jimin x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jungkook
The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt youâyou are, in fact, just loved.
[KTH]
[JJK]
Hold On â
jungkook x reader | established relationship
A night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.
At Your Service â
escort!jeongguk x ceo!reader | strangers-to-lovers au
Filtering Light
human!jungkook x bunny-hybrid!reader x human!jimin
The reader is a bunny hybrid with a past that has left her traumatized and struggling to heal. some things can be helped with therapy, but some things can only be fixed through realizing you're not all of the things that hurt youâyou are, in fact, just loved.
In Which | collection 1 | collection 2 âĄ
idol!jungkook x reader | drabble collection
Domestic Daydreams â
influencer!jk x f. reader
A window into the life of jeon jungkook
Fish-wife or No-wife â
idol!jk x f.reader
Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.
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['21 ARCHIVE] | ['22 ARCHIVE] | ['24 ARCHIVE]
ârevelations under the moon
đ pairing: alpha!namjoon x omega!reader đ au/genre: ABO au, fated mates au, angst, smut đ series rating: M đ wc: 9,468 đ series warnings: mentions of an off-screen character death (barely a character tbh), brief male masturbation, thoughts of 'cheating' (if they aren't true mates though..is it?), cursing, retelling of a fake historical fable that includes VERY brief mentions of murder and suicide as the consequence of a tragic hero's hubris explicit sexual content: biting, marking, knotting, semi-rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare đ an: wow, i did not think i would get this out in time, january was a rough month for me, but my grandpa just finished his last lung cancer treatment last week, and im trying to just balance all the stress of real life, but yeah, i think it's getting better. thank you to my beta readers, @downbad4yoongi @moonleeai and @peachiilovesot7 i appreciate all your help, whether you helped in december or in february, it is much appreciated, as always. you're the best hype squad. this is also my first ABO story, so if you hate it don't tell me. LOL đ summary: "When crescent rises, we shall rise as one, Aligned with moonrise, our time has begun." Alpha-heir Namjoon and his long time sweetheart are thought to be the next pair to rule Highscrest, but when Duskfall is attacked, the heir makes a decision that changes the course of not only his and his girlfriend's destiny, but yours as well.
This story is part of the "New Year, New Me Love" @bangtanwritershq gift exchange, written for the lovely @colormepurplex2! Happy Valentine's Day!
đđđ Tuesday - Waxing Gibbous
The loud chatter of the crowd irritates you; your senses are on overdrive after the past two weeks youâve had. Packing and moving everything you own across the river during the New Moon was unexpectedâalmost as unexpected of it being a result of a peace treaty signed by the Beta of your old pack after the death of Alpha Tyvrin.Â
A Beta jostles you in an attempt to move closer to the raised platform at the far end of the civic center, and you shoot him a quick glare before turning your attention back to the men on stage to avoid any drama. An Omega glaring at a Beta isnât as bad as if it was an Alpha, but insubordinate enough still. The new tribe members do not know your previous role in Duskfall and have every right to challenge any hierarchical disrespect.
âQuiet, please,â a voice rumbles quietly, but everyone in the room follows the directive. You recognize the Alpha Father, or the father of the Alpha-Heir and most recent Pack Alpha of Highcrest, at the podium. Your irritation drops as your senses can finally focus now that the room is silent. The smells of so many new pack members still suffocates your olfactory system, but itâs bearable now. One scent seems to overpower the rest, a clean forestry smell that seems to dilute the others. âGood evening, and thank you all for coming tonight. We hope you all have been acclimating to the changes these past few weeks. If you have any concerns, please reach out to any of us here.âÂ
The Alpha Father waves over his son, stepping aside to let him take the lead of the rest of the meeting. Your eyes drink in the lithe movements highlighted by the fit of his suit. âThank you, Alpha Father. For those of you who are joining us from Duskfall, at the time of the New Moon three months prior, I began the ascension steps. Right before your arrival, I had just finished the last of the three trials. All that remains is the bonding.â
You look around the room to see if anyone else is having the same reaction to his voice as you areâthe crowd is transfixed; all attention is on the Alpha Heir Kim Namjoon. Heâs young, almost thirty, but commands the stage. Itâs not just because heâs handsome, though the blue suit and his dark brown hair help. His aura oozes from afar, your inner wolf screaming at you that this is a man you would follow and itâs your turn to receive a dirty look as you bump into the person in front of you. You turn back to the stage, ears attuning to his baritone as he continues.
ââfinal ceremony will take place in three days, and as you all know, I will be selecting my mate. I know that there are many newcomers who may be wary of joining the pack with all of these changes happening so soon, but please have faith in us. Highcrest will protect you all, and we will be at full strength as soon as the full moon rises in a week.â
Some applause breaks out, and his confidence soothes the wolf inside you that worries about this treaty. Highcrest sits on the eastern side of the Twin Rivers split, atop the range that leads to Twin Falls. Your previous pack, Duskfall, was integrated into Highcrest two weeks ago after Shadowhide attacked and killed Alpha Tyvrin under the cover of the New Moon, in a successful attempt at taking the land between the two streams.Â
The fertile soil and access to the freshwater source has been a source of contention between Duskfall and Shadowhide for decades, and while a group consisting of the Alpha, Beta and his best warriors patrolled your western border, Shadowhide attacked. The Beta and a few others escaped by the grace of the moon, which gave the pack enough warning to prepare and kept Shadowhide at bay now that the act of surprise was gone. With the Alpha slain and the clock ticking before Shadowhide invaded, the Beta had no choice but to reach out to Highcrest for help. A peace treaty was signed, allowing all pack members of Duskfall to join Highcrest in exchange for their commitment to the pack. Any members who were against the treaty were allowed to leave of their own volition and go back to the main city, or find a pack of their choosing, but with the danger of Shadowhideâs takeover imminent, everyone agreed to travel east across the river and up the mountain range to the safety of Highcrest.
âThank you to all of Duskfallâs former pack for all of your patience with us as weâve worked to create a space for all of you here in Highcrest. After the ceremony, which is open to all unmated Omegas, everyone from Duskfall will officially be of Highcrest, and those who have not yet finished their commitment rites can do so at that time.â
You watch as Kim Namjoon waves over a tall, slender woman with sleek hair falling down her back. She is the picture of elegance, her walk stalking forward in a hypnotic fashion as she steps beside the Alpha-Heir and speaks to the crowd. You recognize her from the Apothecary youâve been training in ever since youâve settled into your new life here. Â
âGood evening, everyone. Iâm Min Everlight, an Omega of pack Highcrest. I am the head healer for the pack, and if Alpha Namjoon is ever unavailable, please come see me down at the Apothecary. Iâll help in whatever capacity I can in his absence.â Her hand moves almost subconsciously towards his, and they intertwine fingers. âWe have committed our lives to this pack, and all of us up here will do our best to provide for Highcrest. Please stop by the apothecary this week if you havenât yet received the Aconite to remove your Duskfall markings in preparation for your Highcrest one.â
Everlight stays linked to Namjoon as he takes a slight step forward to end the meeting.
âWhen the crescent rises,â he begins, and the people around you intone their response.Â
âWe, too, shall rise.â
Walking under the waxing gibbous, you and your Beta roommate, Sana, wave goodbye to one of your elderly neighbors. Youâve been checking on all of the members of your old pack, helping them in any way you can to get them acclimated after work. You go home tired every night, but you want to make sure this merger works.
Sana skips ahead as your new home comes into sight, singing the Alpha-Heirâs praises. âHeâs so brilliant, I promise you this is the best thing that couldâve happened to us. And Min Everlight? Sheâs amazing, right? Youâve been working under her these past couple of weeks, isnât she effervescent?â
You laugh at her excitement, answering her vaguely as you unlock the door to your shared home. âShe knows her stuff, thatâs for sure. Iâve learned a few new things already since weâve been here, but most of it I already knew.â Sana dreamily wanders to her bedroom, ignoring your slight diss and chattering mostly to herself about how wonderful tribe Highcrest is. You plop onto the couch unceremoniously, thoughts on Min Everlight.Â
Everlight is effervescent, with an inner glow that makes her the perfect Omega as mate for the Alpha-Heir. Youâve heard from the other women at the Apothecary that she and Namjoon have been dating for years. Longtime sweethearts andâif their little show on stage meant anythingâhis choice for his mate. This thought makes you feel sick, because ever since you walked away from Duskfall and followed him to Highcrest, your heart has thrummed for him.Â
Taking a deep breath that you let out with a sigh, you change your line of thinking before you venture towards a vitriol hatred of your soon-to-be female leader. Min Everlight has been nothing but motherly and nurturing to all of you since your arrival, but the more you see her all over the Alpha-Heir, the harder it is to like her. Not just because of her romantic relationship with Namjoon, either, but that she represents everything that you almost were, and reminds you of everything you lost. Â
You scratch at your upper arm over your shirtsleeve, where the Aconite serum you rubbed on earlier dissolves your Duskfall tattoo in preparation for your Highcrest one. The Aconite is diluted and mixed with other herbs to prevent poisoning that would weaken you before the ceremony. Sana disappears into the shared bathroom to shower, and you close your eyes for a moment not meaning to fall asleep as you wait for your turn.
The moon goddess blesses you with dreams of Duskfall past, memories of your destined path as the tribeâs Luna-to-beâthe Omega paired to the now fallen Alpha Tyvrinâand you wake to the reality that all you have trained for was for naught. Â
đđđ Wednesday - Waxing Gibbous
Or, more like you wake with the sudden slam of a door, sitting upright as you squint to keep back the sunlight.Â
âDamn, you slept on the couch?â Sana questions, looking cheery and well-rested.
You clear your throat to answer. âYeah, I guess so. What time is it?â
Sana glances at her watch. âUm, itâs half past eight.â
âShit, I overslept, and Iâm supposed to meet with Everlight again today.â You stand abruptly, and begin organizing all of the large pillows on the couch, laying the blanket just so until you hear Sana laughing at you. You look up at her with a glare. âWhat?â
âI think you might be in pre-heat. Youâve fluffed that pillow at least three times, and that blanket cannot be folded over the back of the couch any more perfectly unless youâve got a protractor in the cabinet.â
âThereâs no way, it hasnât been enough time since the last one.â You ignore her as you clamber back onto the couch, tucking your legs up under you seemingly forgetting your plans for the day.
âYour heat is probably gearing up because of some Alpha at the meeting last night. With Tyvrin gone, rest in moonlight, youâre no longer taking the suppressants are you? With everything thatâs happened, it makes sense that youâd forget,â she theorizes, âand apparently Highcrest doesnât have that practice here.â
You canât believe youâve forgotten. In Duskfall, you were chosen by Alpha Tyvrin to be his mate, and asked to take suppressants until the ceremony. This was to help to prevent you from having a heat, decreasing your pheromones from triggering any non-bonded Alphaâs into their ruts and endangering you. These past few weeks since the move, you havenât been taking any suppressants, and youâre sure by now it's run its course and is out of your system. Â
âThey donât practice that here?â
âNo, werenât you listening at the meeting? The Alpha-Heir doesnât choose his mate the same way like in Duskfall. Highcrest has a different ceremony. All unmated Omegaâs can be part of it.â
âBut isnât Everlight most likely going to be chosen anyways?â
âI hear thereâs blindfolds involved, so maybe instead of sulking, and filling the apartment with your sour scent, you can just join the ceremony and give it a try.â
The news fills your chest with what feels like sunbeams, and you smile at the Beta as you relax into what youâre now realizing is a nest.
âAh, the room smells so much nicer now. Alsoâyouâre late.â
đđđ Wednesday - Waxing Gibbous
Kim Namjoon sits patiently outside the Apothecary, waiting for Everlight to finish for the day. He can sense her inside, her scent a fresh scent of clean linen, just brought down off of the line after soaking in the sun. Itâs always been the strongest scent to him, out of all of the women in Highcrest, and heâs sure that the Moon Goddess will prove her to be his mate this weekend when he ascends to his Alpha status.Â
Fingers drumming along his clothed knee, he hums to himself as he watches the sunrays filtering through the trees as it sets. The small bell above the door chimes as small groups of girls and women of all ages trickle out from the shopâEverlight hosted a gathering after work for all of the newcomers to review the Highcrest ceremony procedures for women, and they all bow respectfully when they catch sight of him seated in the chair near the door.Â
Namjoon canât help but wonder what else they were working on today, his nose itches to investigate whatever new tonic or serum sheâs put together this timeâthe smell is amazing. Like a warm honey coating his tongue, hints of bourbon with small bursts of brown sugar peaking his interest. He hopes itâs not something inedible, like the Aconite serum, and his curiosity getting the better of him, he stands, unbuttoning his suit jacket and moving to peer through the small glass windows framed in the center of the door.Â
Ah, he thinks as he takes in one of the new pack members, Everlight must have let one of the Duskfall women teach a new tonic. Namjoon recognizes you through the dusty glass standing in front of the group, and remembers that his Beta, Seokjin, had pointed you out from afar when you first arrived.
đTwo Weeks Ago đ Monday - New Moon
âThatâs Alpha Tyvrinâs mate, erâwas his mate. They hadnât actually had the ceremony yet, the attack happened before the full moon ceremony could happen, but she was set to be Duskfallâs Luna.â Seokjinâs finger points down the lane from the window of City Hall, connecting to a woman walking towards the villager housing area. Namjoon eyes you warily before posing a series of questions to his Beta.
âWill it be an issue to have two mature Lunaâs in a pack? Should we offer to place her with another pack to mate with an Alpha?â
âI donât knowâŚI havenât ever heard of something like this happening. Typically the Alpha has already mated the Luna, and since one cannot live without the otherââ
âI see.â Namjoon understands why the Moon Goddess would create such a fate for paired leaders. âHad the ceremony already happened, she would be buried next to him. It could be a help, now that we have so many more people, to have two strong healers in the pack. Maybe she could travel on patrols in case of an attack?â He wonders how Everlight would react to finding out that thereâs another Luna-trained Omega in the pack, and if this would be a way to spin it to lessen any blowback.Â
Seokjin looks thoughtful, eyebrows lifted as he tilts his head and gathers his words carefully. âThat could be a good option for the second Luna, so that their training and skills do not go to waste, especially now that our pack has grownâŚIt could also be worth mentioningâwith so many new members, it would be a good show of faith if you were to perhaps choose the Duskfall Luna as your mateââ
Namjoonâs growl silences Seokjin momentarily but he presses on when he sees no claws being barred.Â
âIâm just saying, nothing helps unite two packs better than having one of their own integrated into the upper levels of the hierarchy. If we want to keep peace and help Duskfall feel loyalty to Highcrest, taking their to-be-Luna as your mate would be the smart move. You and Everlight arenât fated, so itâs not like our pack would frown upon it under the circumstancesââ
Namjoonâs eyes cut like daggers as he stares his Beta down, almost dragon-like in ferocity as he contains his inner beast. âEverlight is my mate, Seokjin. I would never betray her like that.âÂ
đđđ Wednesday (present) - Waxing Gibbous
Looking at you now, Namjoon is glad to see that you and Everlight seem to have no issues working alongside each other. After reading through previous Alphasâ historical notes and reviewing the history of the packs of the Twin Rivers Valley, he decided that it would be best to keep you around, as he worries his newest constituents would revolt if they thought he had banished you from Highcrest. He spent the first couple of weeks talking to other elder members of Duskfall, and learned that a lot of the pack had come to rely on you as they became acclimated, that you had been going around to visit with them and check-in, and keep them all calm with the changes happening.Â
He appreciated that you had taken this on as a duty, especially when you were dealing with the biggest blow of all. Namjoon meant to meet with you to thank you, but the longer he took, the more it felt fake, rehearsed, and like an afterthought instead of what it really was: an Alpha-Heir not yet familiar with his role, and learning about you from afar made him feel like a weird stalker of sorts that he had all this knowledge of you and your skills from others. Â
Your skills would be most useful to their pack, and though you were meant to lead the pack by an Alphaâs side, you could still maintain some modicum of that role, just as the second to Everlight. Namjoon is sure this plan will work. He plans to have a meeting with Seokjin and Everlight tonight, that way he can make sure that they will follow his plan without any issues.Â
He knows he could just order everyone to follow along, but using his Alpha to force others to do what he wants doesnât always work out in the long run. The history of the tribal lands and the fact that there were three distinct tribes from the original one, up until Tyvrinâs death, is proof of that.Â
Itâs much better for a leader to have the consenting loyalty of his pack, instead of forced fealty that brews contempt and derision. Namjoon steps back from the door to allow another person to exit, and once again, the honeyed bourbon seeps through the opening. Itâs much stronger this time, urging him to his feet almost against his will.Â
He feels his blood thrumming, pounding through his veins like a rushing river. Namjoon checks his forehead, as if feverish, and notices his hand comes back with a sheen of sweat. Itâs like heâs gone into pre-rut, which would be crazy. Heâs pretty regular when it comes to his ruts lining up with Everlightâs heats, and sheâs still not due for a little bitâŚ
Namjoon stumbles backward, taking the three steps back to solid ground quickly as he tugs at the collar of his buttoned shirt. Heâs too hot, itâs all too much, he has to do something, move, but heâs in the middle of the town, there are people who look to him to be more restrained than this standing all aroundâŚNamjoon trips a little on the gravel beneath his feet as he takes off back towards City Hall and away from Everlight, afraid that if she is due for her heat and his pre-rut was triggered by that, he would mount her right there in front of the last few people in the store and fuck her hard against the counter, not caring if everyone saw the powerful way he drove his cock in and out of her until he filled her with cum and knotted her.
Heâs locked himself in his office, blinds closed with his fist wrapped around his thick length as he imagines it: his hands firm on the plump rounds of ass, spreading the cheeks apart as he spits between them, Omega slick lathering his cock with every stroke and the tight walls sucking him back in with every pump out, and when he cumsâcopious amounts leaking around his large handâitâs only then that he realizes that it wasnât the clean linen-scented Everlight he was imagining taking his knot.
đđđ Thursday - Waxing Gibbous
Youâre irritatedâmore so than youâve been since your entire life was turned upside down two weeks ago. The Beta thatâs always around the Alpha, Seokjin, randomly showed up at your place in the morning saying you were tasked to go on a supply run to the nearest city. It makes senseâSeokjin explained that the Alpha had handpicked everyone in the group to help new pack members meet others and start to learn their ways, and you appreciate it, except for the fact that you donât want to be far from home right now.Â
In fact, because of the upcoming ceremony, Everlight had let all of the women training in the apothecary have the next few days off, as she expected to be chosen and wanted to prepare herself and her home for what was to come. You had mixed feelings when she initially announced this to everyone, because while you enjoy the respite from the constant go-go-go of changes around you, the reason behind it left you feeling miffed.Â
All of yesterday, you spent time working at the Apothecary and were even asked by some of the others to show them some tonics and potions that they had never heard of, and while you enjoy teaching others, itâs quite draining to go through the motions while talking through every step you make, and why. The girls quietly scribbled down your words in their notebooks, committing your teachings to paper, which made you feel good about yourself, until reality hit about your future.Â
It almost didnât feel fair that you were so new to the pack and already others were looking to you to train and teach them new things, meanwhile another person is slated to take the position youâve wanted and trained for your whole life.Â
Shaking away your thoughts, you tap back into the moment, finally having arrived in the bustling city a little past mid-day. You hate all of the smells; the odor rising from the sewer grates and scents from the people who jostle you as they rudely push past your group. You hold back the urge to plug your nose, sighing out a weighted exhale as you follow Seokjin through the automatic sliding doors and into a grocerâs market.Â
đđđ Thursday - Waxing Gibbous
Back in the forest, a half dayâs trip from the city, Kim Namjoon spends his time in his office again, hiding out from his duties by disguising them as last minute studying and planning for the ceremony.Â
He couldnât bring himself to meet with Everlight the previous night, instead calling Seokjin only to discuss the plans for the supply run. He looked over the list of items Everlight needed in the apothecary, and only because the winter months were starting to fade away into spring meant this would be the last expensive trip until winter came again.Â
Bees do not make honey in the winter, so why canât he explain away the coincidence of the honey bourbon smell and the note written in Everlightâs scrawl next to the requested item underlined twice: Honey â weâve been out for ages!! He doesnât want to believe that he could be feeling this way for someone other than Everlight, but of two things he knows for sure: he smelled honey, and Everlight is distinctly NOT a honey smell.Â
Seeing that on the list had Namjoon rise with a wild idea, to send the other Luna far, far away for the day, to help him clear his mind. In reality, he paces his office, wearing thin the once plush carpet with his worried steps until he canât take it anymore. Crossing the room, he walks with such a force that no one dares to question where heâs off to.Â
He knows where you live, knows that your Beta roommate Sana should be home, and when he knocks on the door with authority, he expects Sana to fling the door open so hastily that the movement sends the mixed scents of the apartment wafting out at him. Instantly, he expects his spine to straighten as his whole body is overwhelmed by the truthâexcept that never comes. No one is home, as a kind older woman politely points out to him after his third attempt at knocking.Â
âThose girls went into town today, it seemed like the Luna had to drag Sana along with her,â she chuckled, clearly a pack member who was fond of the two women. âDid you want me to tell them you stopped by?â
âNo! I meanâno need to worry them about my visit, I can talk to them tomorrow, thank you.â
He swiftly departs, deciding to just head home instead of back to the office for some peace.
âJoonie!â
Barely having set foot in his residence, Namjoon is bombarded with the irritating scent of laundry detergent. Itâs too pungent; overwhelming in a way that heâs never experienced before. He catches himself before his nose wrinkles and Everlight ascends into his arms. He hugs her back, planting a soft kiss to the side of her head in an endearing manner before she pulls him into the dining room for an early dinner with his parents.Â
Namjoon spends the evening engaged in conversation with his parents and Everlight, avoiding talks of the ceremony as best he canâdespite his mother and girlfriend's best attempts. His dad eyes him warilyâin that cunning way that only another Alpha canâsensing the change in the dynamics within the room. Namjoon is grateful his father remains quiet, simply watching the conversation over the nightcap of barrel-aged Cabernet Sauvignon from their cellar.
Once they call it a night and his parents disappear to their room, Everlight begs Namjoon to stay over, and unable to say no to the woman heâs never said no to before, he relents. He regrets this decision almost immediately, as his hopes that Everlight would help him take his mind off of the one thing thatâs been at the forefront of it are crushed.  Â
âSheâs just really good at healing. She knows a lot, like I canât believe Iâm even admitting it, but she knows things that I donât. And the things I have been able to teach her, she learns it so quickly and easily. Iâm actually kind of jealous.â
Namjoon can tell; Everlightâs face is scrunched up in a way that makes her look unattractive, and he doesnât know what to do or to say to make her feel less insecure.Â
âMaybe itâs a good thing she is joining our pack. Itâs important to learn and grow continuously.â Itâs as diplomatic as he can be at the moment.
âYes, but sheâs trained as a Luna, just like me. Itâs a little like sheâs trying to take my spot. Yesterday, while I was teaching, the other girls asked her to teach them something I didnât know, and I just had to stand there and let her take over my lesson. The girls were so focused on her and taking notes, it made me kind of hate her.â
Sheâs looking at him, her eyes trying to find something within his, but he looks away, reaching for the light next to his bed.
Everlight reaches for him, aligning her body to his as her fingers grip his shoulders so she can position herself atop him.
âThatâs why I canât wait for the ceremony, baby. We can finally be a true, mated pair. Start our forever, with me as your Luna. No room for confusion from the pack about who will bear your pups.â Her eyebrows waggle up and down suggestively as she lowers her lips to his plump ones. âWe can practice now if you want, you can scent me, let all the bitches in heat know to back off.â She kisses him again.Â
Namjoon kisses her back, but her laundry odor fills his nasal cavity and her words are so off-putting for the role she hopes to take on for the pack. He can feel her hands travel down his ribcage, but nothing about her touch turns him on. Pulling away from the kiss, he catches his breath as he readies his excuse.
âBabe, I think we should wait,â his large hands hold her shoulders firmly before his touch grows softer, palms smoothing up and down her arms in a soothing motion. âThe ceremony is so soon, and I want it to be sacredâŚI know that might sound cheesy and un-Alpha-like butââ
âNo, youâre right.â Everlight smiles softly at him, but he can see the hurt in her eyes at being rejected. âIâm just feeling overwhelmed with all of the new pack members and the changes happening, I think I got a little over excited.â
âI love that about you, you know? Youâre excitement over things, and how you want to be the best version of yourself for our pack. Youâre already an amazing Luna in your own right.â
Everlight excuses herself to the bathroom, and Namjoon clambers off his bed, bare feet leading him towards his cracked bedroom window. In the light of the almost full moon, he can now see the noises that drew his attention moments ago: returning members of his pack walking down the path to their homes.Â
Thereâs no mistaking it now. A warmth blooms from his groin, spreading higher until his neck grows hot from it as his nose and mouth feel thick with the sweetest bourbon honey scent. With you unaware of his gaze as you laugh with Seokjin and Sana, he feels jealousy boiling into his chest.
âMine.â
đđđ Friday - Full Moon
You wake up late on Friday morning, your body a little stiff and sore. You feel as if you slept with a heater on, sleep clothes clinging to your body due to the sweat that covers your skin. You try to shake it off, but the feeling doesnât go away, even after a cold shower.
Youâre not surprised you woke up mid afternoon after arriving back at Highcrest near midnight, but you suppose the excitement of whatâs to come will keep you awake the rest of the evening. You have to meet the elders for the pre-ceremony rituals at the start of moonrise, so you eat a light snack in the hopes it wonât trouble your stomach too much.Â
You know now that Sana is right. Your heat will kick in no later than tomorrow afternoon, with the confirmation of the night sweating and soreness symptoms appearing today, but you worry about what it will mean if you end up not being chosenâŚyouâll begin cramping and sink into Omega-space, leaving you vulnerable to other higher ranking pack members without a plan prepared to get you through your heat.
At quarter till six, you leave your home with a small bag of items and head to city hall, where Elder Aline waits for you and the other Omegas who planned to join the ceremony to arrive. Elder Aline was oldâshe worked closely with the Luna three times removed was in power, and lived to prepare both of her successors, and now would be helping to prepare this ceremony.Â
You hug your bag to your chest as the last of the group arrives: Everlight. She only looks slightly surprised to see you in the group of seven Omegaâs, but she fixes her facial features quickly and offers you a bright smile.Â
âI didnât expect to see you in the group!â Everlightâs tone is friendly enough, but the undercurrent of her words screams out territorial.
âOh, yeah, my roommate said I should come as an unmated Omega to take part in the ceremony. Itâs different from our previous packâs tradition, and if I hope to carry out my duties and help with future ceremonies, the best way to learn is to be part of it, right?â
Your answer makes sense, perfectly curated to help push away any questions that dig too deep into your motivations, including yourself. Part of you knew that it would be beneficial to you if the worst comes to fruition, but the other part, the more primitive part, knows the real reason is because the wolf inside of you longs for your mate to be Kim Namjoon. Â
Elder Aline calls for your attention, her weathered voice a calming stillwater that acts as a soothing balm to the nervous energy in your chest. She speaks to the group, sharing some information about how the rest of the night will play out before she leads your small group towards the outskirts of Highcrest, to the south of a small lake on the edge of the forest. The walk takes a bit of time to navigate the terrain, especially with an Elder leading.Â
You allow her moments to pause and rest, clearly fatigued from traipsing through high grasses and uneven dirt, but soon enough you are there, and placed along the treeline, a small clearing awaits you. She makes quick work of explaining the first ritualâs steps, and you allow her voice to lead you through the routine.Â
The cleansing ritual itself takes the better part of an hour, as everyone planning to participate strips down to enter the water under the light of the moon which now grazes the top of the trees. A small pouch filled with herbs and petals is handed to each of you to rid you of any lingering outside scents. You lather your skin, taking the time to clean every inch before stepping out to air dry. Itâs colder than you expected, but no one wants to risk masking their scent for the ceremony.Â
The elder had laid a simple white dress on the shore of the lake near your bag, and once dry, you sheathed your body with it, happy for the fabric to provide some warmth. She pulls a thermos from her bag along with small cups.
âPurified under the new moon,â she intones, handing you a steaming cup of tea. âRed azaleas, to pull out your emotions and attract your true mate.â
You sip it slowly, letting the heat warm your hands. The other women join you after the elder gives them each a cup, and you huddle in a circle, trying to stay warm.
âI think itâs good that we have so many of us for the ceremony,â Everlight speaks, her voice light and airy. âIt would be a boring ceremony if I was here by myself.â
Her words were clearly chosen carefully, meant to sound like a compliment to the others for their company, while laying claim to the role not yet given to her by the moon. You bristle, feeling your body heat up. Her comments were starting to annoy you, because a true Luna was not insecure or haughty. She was a healer, a person that others could go to when they needed strength, compassion, or empathy. Everlight seemed to have forgotten this.Â
âI think it is great that Highcrestâs tradition is different from ours, it feels moreâŚpure.â You donât know how else to describe it, but the act of having the alpha choose his mate through this ceremony feels like how it used to be. The elder hears you and her words confirm this.Â
âThis is the true ceremony. But come now, it is about time for us to begin.â
She leads you around to the north side of the lake. A small copse of trees had blocked the incoming sight, and now that you were closer, you could see the small gathering of pack members standing in a crescent. Â
Directing you to step into the open space, she takes your cups from each of you as the seven of you line up with ample space between each other. You look around nervously. The cold you felt earlier when you were wet and naked exiting the lake was gone; you notice that you feel hot. Youâve felt hot since drinking the tea.
The crowd murmurs quietly to one another as you look around for Sana, finally finding her to the right near the top point of the moon shape they were standing in. She waves at you, a smile breaking across her face as she takes you in.Â
All at once the noise in the forest dies out. The muttering follows suit, and Elder Aline steps before the crowd.Â
âBefore the great divide of the tribal lands, the Alphaâs mate was never set in stone until the ceremony was completed. Even if the Alpha had taken many lovers as a young pup, it matters not, for what the moon reveals is the truth. And an Alpha dare not disobey the moon, lest the pack fall weak.â
She then begins her tale of the history of the original tribe they descended from.Â
âMany, many moons ago, we once existed as a proud and noble pack led by an Alpha of unmatched strength and wisdom named Lycaon. Under his reign, our pack thrived, united as one for the good of the group. We honored the ancient laws dictated by the phases of the moon, for we knew the moon's power was both a gift and a curse. Before the divide, we could shapeshift along with the phases of the moon.
But Lycaon, with his pride swelling within him like a thunderous storm cloud, began to question the moon's choice for his fated mate. He refused his fated Omega, instead choosing who he wanted, and not who our celestial goddess knew our pack needed. Ignoring the warnings of his most trusted Betas, Lycaon decided that his unborn son would also choose his own mate, not the moon.
At first, this defiance seemed to have no negative impact. But before long, cracks began to appear between pack members. By refusing the moon's guidance, the pack ended up with an Alpha-chosen Luna who was not prepared for her role. The rejected Luna fell melancholy, and took her own life, saying she could not watch the ruin of her pack. Some wolves found themselves unable to control their shifting, and began to attack their own kin in fits of madness. Other pack members grew weakâtheir bodies unable to withstand the impact of their dual nature.â
The entire crowd was enraptured hearing the tale, as Duskfall members did not know the history, and you are among them in learning the true history of the divide.
âAs chaos descended upon our once-proud pack, Lycaon's authority waned as the full moon wanes. Desperate to maintain his grip on the pack, he resorted to ruling the pack with fear instead of respect. But his efforts only fueled the flames of discord, and soon, the pack was torn asunder by fights and betrayal.
In the aftermath of our pack's collapse, three new packs rose from the one, each led by a different wolf claiming to be the one true Alpha. They fought for the lands we stand upon today, with Lycaonâs son, Claudin, taking the hills to found Highcrest, and the other two packs fighting over the lower grounds. Claudin knew that in order to reclaim the strength and glory we had lost, he must not allow pride or the greed for power seduce him into betraying the moon.â
A low murmur swept through the crowd. You knew your former packmates had the same thoughts running through their mind as you didâcould this really be true? Was Alpha Tyvrinâs downfall predestined to happen in order to reunite the original pack? Elder Aline coughs, and you focus back on her.
âAnd so, this tale of Alpha Lycaon and our pack serves as a tale of caution for generations, a reminder of the dangers of hubris and the importance of respecting the ancient laws that govern our kind. Alpha Claudin rectified the treachery his father had done unto the moon, but we shall never shift again as punishment.â
A quiet settles upon the crowd, and the elder gestures to a group of children you didnât notice before. They step towards each of you, and she asks you all to kneel. The small child before you has a face like a cherub, full cheeks pulled tight as he shows his teeth to you, eyes disappearing in his delight.Â
He bequeaths a length of dark fabric, and his hands move so as to wrap the ends around your face, deftly knotting it behind your head. When you feel him step away, you stand back to full height. Your other senses are heightened, anxiety blossoming at what comes next. You hear footsteps, and sounds of awe and admiration sweep across the crowd stealing your nerves. You freeze in anticipation.Â
âAlpha Namjoon has done what we once thought impossible, uniting two tribes where whence was three, and we must continue to follow the moonâs guidance. We must not deceive ourselves. The moon will not lead us wrong. It will not lead him wrong.â
Seconds tick by as you wait, eyes furiously trying to see through the thick material stealing your sight. Seconds turn into minutes and you can hear the faint rustling of bare feet traveling across the grass, the weighted foot falls accompanied by heavy inhales of the still air surrounding the area. You know the Alpha has entered the clearingâcan feel a palpable shift in the energy as your body grows hotter by the second. His scent sings to you, and you whine lowly, wanting to follow it.
Again, the crowd responds to something unseen by you, this time it has your inner wolf crouching, tail down and ears backâshowing submission. Another whine escapes you, a little louder this time. Your distress must be filling the area around you, you can sense the crowdâs movement, reacting to your scent. You begin to panic, fearing that a distressed scent would push the Alpha to choose another, not the scared, submissive and pathetically whining bitch in heatâ
đđđ Friday - Full MoonÂ
Namjoon walks up to the clearing surrounded by his closest advisors, some of whom had been absent patrolling the borders and securing their land the past several weeks, and returned in time for the ceremony. As he approaches, the sounds in the forest quickly fade, as if sensing his arrival.
He waits for his signal to enter the clearing, far enough away that he can only smell the crowd of his pack members standing between him and the clearing where the Omegas will stand. Namjoon spent all day in the forest, away from town preparing for the ritual by hunting for game to be used for the meal to feed his mate before the knotting. He also had to follow the same cleansing tradition, bathing under the light of the full moon, drinking the purified new moon tea, and dressing in loose, white linen pants.
He tried his best to clear his mind from the events of the previous evening, and once he was away from the bustle of the town square, he found it easier to convince himself it was just a fluke. After years of being with Everlight, the idea of being fully committed must have made him feel a bit scared, so he latched onto the idea of something new, someone differentâŚyou.Â
Now, after his mindful afternoon in the forest, he knows he just has to trust the moon will lead him to Everlight, his mate. He knows her scent, knows it like he knows the taste of his momâs cooking or the sound of his fatherâs favorite whiskey bottle opening.
As the moon climbs higher, he waits, steadily listening as the crowd quiets and Elder Aline speaks, recounting the tale of the original tribe. As she gets close to finishing her tale, Namjoon is tapped on the shoulder by Beta Taehyung, who motions to the blindfold in his hand.Â
âItâs time, Alpha.â
Namjoon nods, taking the blindfold from the younger male and covering his dragon-shaped orbs. He fastens the knot, and he senses when another one of his trusted Betas approaches him.Â
âI have the pouch here. Make sure to smell it deeply beforeââÂ
Beta Jungkook is interrupted by Namjoon. âI know, I know. Smell it deeply before I let my inner wolf out to track my mate.â He lifts an open palm so Jungkook can place the small, organza fabric reticule into his hand.
When he hears his name, he knows thatâs his signal. He follows the sound of the elderâs voice to enter the clearing.
âAlpha Namjoon has done what we once thought impossible, uniting two tribes where whence was three, and we must continue to follow the moonâs guidance. We must not deceive ourselves. The moon will not lead us wrong. It will not lead him wrong.âÂ
Raising the small sack to clear his olfactory senses, he inhales a piece of his own clothing, a small handkerchief he kept on him all week. A trick using olfactory habituation to cleanse his palate from the surrounding smells, allowing him to only smell his mate. The crowd shifts, he can hear stilted murmurs about his physique being on display since he was shirtless as he walks past his pack.Â
Stepping fully into the clearing, he inhales deeply, and instantly he picks up the laundry scent that heâs so used to being surrounded by. Itâs definitely Everlightâs scentâheâs almost positiveâbut it has an edge to it, a slight tinge that heâs not used to smelling. The longer he stands there, the more the scent morphs into a cloying, headache inducing smell. Itâs almost fake, a manufactured scent that doesnât entice him.Â
He steps away from the smell of it, noting an undercurrent of something nice. The crowd reacts, confused at his actions, but he doesnât care. He knows he has to trust the moon. And that bourbon-honey scent? He wants more of that. Lifting the pouch again to his nose to rid it of the sickly sweet smell, he drops his hand after a few inhalations, allowing the soft honey smell to seep into his pores. Itâs alluring, growing more seductive by the moment, but then it takes on the additional bitter scent of anxiety, and Namjoon worries that something is wrong.Â
He can feel his inner wolf scratching to get closer, to protect, to save his mateâwhen he steps closer, the crowd reacts again, so he grabs at his blindfold, tearing it free so that he can get to you. He needs to calm you down, you need to feel safe, to know that your Alpha is here to protect you. Heâs closer to you than expected, and the whine you let out calls to him in more ways than one.Â
His body feels alight with flames, he can see youâre trembling. His hand moves without him thinking, gripping the blindfold and tugging it up and off your head.Â
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The light of the moon feels blinding as you blink to adjust your eyes to the sudden return of your sight before itâs eclipsed by the broad body of the Alpha. His breaths are almost frantic, a heavy panting that moves his shoulders with each exhalation as his wild eyes roam your face. His neck gland is hidden by a tied piece of cloth, masking his scent partially and you want to bury your face into him, seeking safety and comfort.Â
Your body responds to his proximity almost immediately, a simultaneous calming of the mindâs anxiety as physically you feel engulfed in a blaze, a sweat finally breaking out along your hairline as youâre thrown into full heat. Namjoonâs nostrils flare as he inhales you, his face looking triumphant as he kneels on one knee before you. He reaches for your hands, which tremble as he locks eyes with you.Â
âNamjoon, what the hell?!â Everlight stands several omegas down from you, her face free of the blindfold, which now dangles from her fingertips at her side. She doesnât move for a moment, not until she realizes the Alpha was not responding to her. Her steps donât falter as she gets closer to you, but your scent grows sour as you take in the murderous look on her face.
Namjoonâs movements are quick and fluid. He stands and postures himself, keeping you protected behind him as he shoves Everlight back with one hand.
âMine,â he growls. Everlight drops the blindfold, confusion blossoming upon her face.Â
Namjoon turns to you, grasping your cheeks gently in his hands. âMate.â
He throws his head back, and lets out a loud howl to the moon.Â
Chaos ensues. The entire field grows loud as some pack members celebrate the ceremonyâs success, while others gossip about the outcome. You can hear snippets of the conversations until another voice grows louder, shouting at the Alpha. Itâs Everlight, your brain registers, sheâs angry, her sour scent wafting in your direction as she screams.Â
Some Betas youâve never seen before hold her back, preventing her from coming closer to you and Namjoon. You back up, jostling into him, and the urge you had earlier grows so strong you donât hold back. Jumping into his arms, you bury your nose into his neck, and you instantly melt against him, fatigued. Namjoon is startled but holds you tightly, and you can feel when he begins to walk swiftly away from the crowd.
You donât question it, you just let your Alpha lead you to someplace safe. It takes a few minutes before you arrive at a small cottage, its windows lit with a soft glow. You recognize it for what it isâa mating cabin. Set far enough away from the town square that a newly mated Alpha and Luna can have alone time to get through the next few days.Â
Namjoon sets you down, but doesnât let you go. Opening the door, the first thing you see is a pack of water on the small wooden table. Itâs one large room, like a studio with an open concept. Thereâs a small kitchen set up to the left, and straight ahead is a large bed. The sheets are clean and welcoming, and you can feel your body beginning to cramp as your heat kicks in.Â
You knew it was comingâthe low-grade fever, mild cramping, and more recently, increased slick and pheromone production ever since Namjoon touched you in the clearing. You shuffle, uncomfortable as slick leaks out of you, trailing down your thigh slowly.
You can hear Namjoon inhale sharply, before heâs kicking the door shut and grabbing you firmly. He doesnât speak. His eyes say everything though, the adoration and lust sparkling in the low light in the room.Â
âAlpha.â Itâs a statement. Itâs a request.Â
His lips are on yours, devouring, tasting, suckling as if he canât get enough of you.
âHoney. You taste like sweet bourbon infused honeyâŚitâs intoxicating.â Namjoon kisses you again, this time his lips trail from yours to your neck. He teases you, teeth nipping at the skin as your thighs rub together seeking pleasure as he pulls sinful mewls from your throat. Your hands grip his upper arms, and you try to tug him towards the bed. You need him. You need his knot.Â
âPlease, Alpha,â you beg, and he shivers in your hold, aroused by your submissiveness. âNeed you.â
Namjoon lifts you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You grind against him, biting his bottom lip aggressively. You feel so hotâburning upâand heâs the only thing that can cure you from this growing pain.Â
Your heat is in full swing, and you can tell itâs triggering your Alphaâs rut. Heâs trying to hold back, be gentle and slow, but when you push your leaking core against him, he gives in. His hands fumble with the waistband of his linen pants before his heavy cock springs free, fully erect and searching for your entrance. You move your waist to help the angle of his cock, as one hand holds your hip and the other holds the base of his shaft to align himself.Â
When the slight pressure on your slit gives, you thrust forward, forcing him inside you with ease thanks to your copious amounts of slick. You feel full, the head hitting in just the right spot. Attempting to create friction, you try to undulate your hips, but the resulting shockwaves from the tip meeting that sensitive spot causes you to clench around him.Â
He freezes, feeling the quickening of your walls and you yelp in surprise when he throws you on the bed. The loss of him inside you feels unfair, but he steps out of his pants and soon crowds your body with his own as he climbs over your body. A firm hand presses into the middle of your upper back, before he grips your hips and pulls them upwards. The dress slides down, revealing your bare backside to him and you feel more than hear the growl he lets out.Â
He leans against your body, ripping your dress up until you are able to slide the garment off your arms and throw it to the floor. A smack jolts you forward, but he adjusts you back into place. You feel his thumb drag over your slick covered folds, taunting you.Â
âAlpha!â you whine, and he chuckles before realigning his length to your throbbing core. At this angle, he reaches deeper inside of you, and he begins to rock his hips, thrust after thrust inside you. His large hand grips your chin, turning your head to the side.Â
âWant to see that pretty face as you cum on my cock, want to hear you cry for me when you take my knot.â His low baritone promises you pleasure beyond your imagination.Â
He licks up your spine, kissing and nuzzling into your neck, and you know it's the spot he wants to mark you at. You beg him to do it, but he just shakes his head against your skin. âNot yet, my love.â
He kisses you with every thrust he takes, before sitting up more to pin you down to the bed. His movements grow sharp, hands grabbing at your ass cheeks as he pounds into you. Switching up his movements, you canât believe he fucks so well when he begins to rotate his hips and slips his thumb into your mouth. You suck on it, drool leaking from your mouth onto the sheets as your legs shake.Â
You clench again, involuntarily spasming every few seconds and you know youâre closeâyou tell him as much.Â
âFuck,â he curses, and you grip the bedsheets as he adjusts his hold on you. His hands move to your hips and he arches your back even more as he speeds up his own movements. They're fluid, your slick making it almost effortless for him to please you, to take you from behind like this until heâs so deep he could feel himself poking through your stomachâ
âTake my knot, want you to have my pups, fuckââhe presses his hips flush to your ass, streams of his cum filling you up endlessly as your body wracks with euphoric release. You whine as you feel the intense pressure of his knot filling you before the pain of his marking bite overtakes your senses.Â
You feel overwhelmed in a good way, pain giving way to pleasure as the bite seals your mated status and his knot begins to slowly deflate. Once able, Namjoon rolls you over to face him, nuzzling into you as you hold him close. Your heat was sated for the time being, but you knew that soon you would be climbing him once again to meet your needs.Â
You wince as his nose grazes your fresh mark and he makes an apologetic face. Standing up from the bed, he grabs a bottle of water for you, twisting the cap off for you and proffering the drink.Â
You take a full swallow, quenching the thirst you didnât realize you had. Heats have a way of making you forget to take care of yourself in that way. The fatigue consumes you, and you drop back down to the bed. Namjoon takes the bottle from you and places it on the side table. His hands massage your calves, working his way along your thighs. His movements could put you to sleep, but you knew as well as he did that this reprieve would not last long. The moon shone through the window casting a faint glowing halo around Namjoonâs head.
He was yours.Â
In the moon's tender glow, we're born anew,
The night's canvas echoes our ancient call,
Omegas and Betas, to their knees they fall,
For the Alpha, bound by destiny's fate.
To lead, to fight, to protect, to mate,
In lunar hours, gaze upon the sky,
Let Luna's wisdom be your guiding light,
Her soothing touch to mend wounds that cry.
When crescent rises, we shall rise as one,
Aligned with moonrise, our time has begun.
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Lucky, Lucky Girl (M) | JJK
Lucky, Lucky Girl
âś Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader âś Genre: Roommates AU, Smut, 18+ âś WC: 6.1k+ âś Warnings: pwp, implied drunken state, alcohol, implied situationship, neck kisses, oral (m), making-out, choking, clit pinched once, fingering (f), finger sucking (f & m), palming (m), brief unprotected sex, etc âś Beta: @jeonjcngkookâ // thank you so much for dealing with my massive short time frames :( i love you, sav âś Summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand olâ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed. âś Authorâs Note: Mmm, yeah. Jungkookâs back to back Weverse lives â how âbout that? âś Song Recommendation: Unholy ft Kim Petras by Sam Smith
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â posted: dec 26, 2022 â pairing: slytherin!yoongi x gryffindor!reader â au/genre: hogwarts au, brotherâs best friend, smallest of angst, fluff, smut â chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature â wc: 7,251 â warnings: everyone involved in smut is OF AGE. events of harry potterâs stories did not happen. Dumbledore is retired from being headmaster, but all of the other professors we know and love are not dead, everyoneâs ages are different in this story, some members are not seen but are mentioned, some house banter and teasing, use of wizarding world phrases, oral (m & f receiving), loss of virginity, penetrative unprotected sex, overstimulation, second hand embarrassment â credits:Â story written for Toci as part of the @bangtanwritershq holiday event âChristmas Loveâ, thank you to my beta readers, whippedbywonho, @noonastoand @peachiilovesot7â for all of your help! â summary: As a seventh year, this is your final year to spend with your friends. Itâs also a triwizard tournament yearâthe tournament is known as being dangerousâand itâs common for some injuries to be fatal. When your brotherâs best friend and fellow seventh year, Yoongi, is chosen as the school champion at the feast, you lay out your feelings and give him a prize worth much more than the cup. â an:Â as a gryfferin/slythindor, i approve of the slander in the story lol! i included a key terms to help muggles, and iâm very excited to have a hogwarts au story!Â
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The Northern Pride formed to give some of the female Alpha Hybrids a safe place where they could live, and thrive, away from the aggressive advances of weaker males.
The idea of Mates was like a fairy tale to them, until one of their own finds hers on a business trip.
Agust was happy working as a chef in his motherâs restaurant in South Korea, but dropped everything to be with his Mate. After a tense introduction to her Pride, he makes himself at home and finds he fits in with the women his Mate considers her sisters. Â
Now that heâs met them, he suspects the females of the Northern Pride might actually have Mates; his brother and friends from his Pride back in Korea.
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â something in the heir | jjk
⢠pairing: knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader
⢠genre(s): nsfw. 18+. smut, fluff.Â
⢠au(s): non-royalty palace au. strangers/friends to lovers (they fall between strangers & friends)
⢠trigger warnings: brief mentions of war/battle, pregnancyÂ
⢠smut warnings: unprotected sex, clit teasing, breeding kink, creampie, fluffy post coitus cuddles
⢠word count: 1,942 words
⢠authorâs note: Written for @noonasto as part of the @bangtanwritershq Boy With Luv Valentineâs Event, thank you so much to @peachiilovesot7â for beta reading this!! i love you happy valentines day to you and kim⥠also i am sorry if this is not my best work ;__; this month has been so hecticÂ
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â in flagrante delicto | pjm
⢠pairing: lawyer!jimin x lawyer!reader
⢠genre(s): nsfw. 18+. angst, smut, fluff.Â
⢠au(s): law firm au. coworkers to lovers.Â
⢠trigger warnings: yn is jealous, improper workplace etiquette, jimin is a little manwhore, mentions of an ongoing criminal case (homicides, mafia ties, undercover cops, verdict of a court case), yn is threatened (fear, stalking, weapon discharge at yn), jimin gets jealousÂ
⢠smut warnings: explicit smut in the form of: jimin having a thick boi between his legs, jimin with an ocânot reader, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, caught having sex, cum shot, clit teasing, thigh grinding, crotch palming, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, begging, rough vanilla (not rough rough, but like a smidgen), creampie, pillow talk cuddles, fluffy post coitus re-entryÂ
⢠summary: In flagrante delicto (adverb) fla¡âgran¡âte de¡âlic¡âto | \ flÉ-Ëgrän-tÄ-di-Ëlik-(Ë)tĹ â Latin for âin blazing offense.â Used in the courtroom to refer to someone who is caught while committing a crime, itâs commonly used as a euphemism for walking in on people having sex. Working for Kim Law LLC, you didnât think your first big case would come with both definitions of flagrante delicto. Excited as you are for this chance, the catch is that youâre paired with Park Jimin, office hottie, flirt, and fuckboy. When the case takes a dangerous turn, will you be able to count on your partner in good faith? Or will things end in a hung jury?
⢠word count: 12,485
⢠authorâs note: many many thanks to my dearest and loveliest beta reader: @peachiilovesot7â. Thank you so much for all of your amazingness. You truly understand my style of writing, and make sure to enhance what iâm trying to convey, you big-brained sexy namjoon, you. Thank you to my other beta readers who read this early on and gave me feedback that helped take this fic from 5k to 12.4k. Indigo @playmetheclassicsâ, I know that we tried so hard to get google docs to work (that was a whole mess in itself LOL) but thank you so much for your effort!! My @bangtanwritershqâ bishes: Natasha (@queentiti72), Sara (@heathfritiiiary), Luna (@myot7heart), Izza (@parkizabelle)âyou guys are amazing. The reason that this story was able to rise to what it is now is because of your input, which motivated me to do better. I hope that everyone who helped me with this fic knows how amazing you are. @ressjeonâ thank you for hyping me up everytime, your excitement for lawyer jimin was everything. And now, please enjoy the fruits of our labor. I present to you, lawyer jimin. Â
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