Kim Namjoon Namjoon is all about observation and perfection. The second the bedroom door clicks shut he’s pulling you against his chest, big hands sliding under your shirt like he’s memorizing every curve. “Tell me how you want me tonight, baby,” he murmurs in that deep voice that makes your knees weak. He’ll drop to his knees without hesitation, spreading your thighs wide and eating you like he’s studying your body for a thesis slow, deliberate licks, two thick fingers curling just right while his eyes stay locked on yours. He doesn’t stop until you’ve come at least twice, thighs shaking around his head, and only then does he let you pull him up, voice hoarse as he whispers, “Good girl… now let me feel you.”

Kim Seokjin Jin is playful but possessive as hell when it comes to your pleasure. He’ll pin you to the mattress with that handsome grin, kissing down your body while cracking soft jokes just to hear your breathy laugh turn into a moan. “My princess deserves to be spoiled, hm?” He takes his sweet time with his mouth tongue flicking, lips sucking, fingers teasing until you’re gripping his hair and begging. He loves the way you sound when you fall apart, so he’ll keep going, overstimulating you just enough to make your eyes roll back. Only after you’ve soaked his chin and are panting his name like a prayer does he finally slide inside you, groaning, “Fuck… you’re so pretty when you cum for me.”

Min Yoongi Yoongi is quiet intensity personified. He doesn’t need to say much he just lays you down gently, lips brushing your inner thighs while his dark eyes watch every twitch of your body. “Relax for me,” he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep or studio hours. His tongue is lazy but devastatingly precise, sucking your clit like he has all night (because he does). He’ll add fingers slowly, scissoring and curling until you’re arching off the bed, and he keeps that same unhurried pace even when you’re crying his name. He won’t touch himself until you’ve come undone at least three times, then he finally lets you pull him on top, murmuring against your lips, “That’s it… now you can have me.”

Jung Hoseok Hobi is sunshine even in bed, but the moment he senses you need him he turns into pure focused heat. He’ll kiss you stupid first, then slide down your body with that bright smile that never fades. “Wanna make you feel so good, baby,” he breathes before burying his face between your legs like it’s his favorite dance. His tongue moves in rhythms only he knows fast, then slow, then circling until your hips are grinding against his mouth. He moans into you the whole time, hands gripping your thighs like he’s scared you’ll disappear. He won’t stop until you’re shaking and seeing stars, and even then he’s still smiling when he finally slides in, whispering, “My turn to feel how wet you are for me.”

Park Jimin Jimin is the king of sensual eye contact. He’ll undress you slowly, kissing every inch of skin he reveals while whispering how beautiful you are. “Look at me,” he murmurs as he settles between your thighs, plush lips wrapping around your clit like it’s the only thing that matters. His fingers are magic gentle but firm, curling and stroking while he sucks and licks in perfect sync. He drinks in every moan, every flutter of your lashes, never once looking away. He’ll edge you sweetly, bringing you right to the brink and pulling back just to hear you whine his name, then finally letting you crash over the edge again and again. Only when you’re boneless and glowing does he let you touch him, voice shaking, “You first… always you first.”

Kim Taehyung Taehyung treats your pleasure like art. He’ll have you on your back, legs over his shoulders, while he kisses and bites marks into your inner thighs like he’s painting a masterpiece. “So pretty like this,” he growls in that deep voice, tongue diving in like he’s starving for you. He’s creative switching between long, slow licks and quick flicks, fingers joining in ways that make you see galaxies. He talks you through it the whole time, voice low and velvet, telling you exactly how you taste, how you clench around his fingers, how he could stay here forever. He doesn’t stop until you’ve come so many times you’re crying his name, then he finally lets you pull him up, kissing you deep as he slides home.

Jeon Jungkook Jungkook is eager but disciplined the golden maknae knows how to control himself when it comes to you. He’ll start by kissing you breathless, then work his way down with those big doe eyes full of hunger. “Wanna make you cum first, always,” he breathes before his mouth is on you, tongue flat and hungry, sucking and licking like he’s been dreaming about this. His hands are everywhere pinning your hips, spreading you wider, fingers pumping deep while he moans into your core. He’s competitive even here, determined to pull more orgasms from you than last time. Only after you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess does he finally let you wrap your legs around him, voice wrecked as he groans, “Fuck… now I get to feel you.”

You nod, a little shy, and he leans in slowly, placing a lingering kiss right on the corner of your lips before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. “Honestly?” he whispers, voice husky, “I love your smile the most. The way your eyes crinkle when you’re really happy.” He kisses the corner of your mouth again, softer this time.

“But if I had to pick one spot… it’s right here.” His lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear, then trail down to your neck where he presses a slow, warm kiss that makes you shiver. “Because when I kiss you here, I can feel your pulse race. And I know you’re mine.”

JAY is cooking in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, when you hop onto the counter beside him, watching him chop vegetables. The domestic scene makes your heart feel full. After a while, you quietly say, “Jay… kiss your favourite part of me?”

He stops mid-chop, raising an eyebrow with that signature half-smile. “Right now? While I’m cooking?” But he wipes his hands on a towel and steps between your legs, hands settling on your waist. “Alright, princess. Tell me why you’re asking.” You shrug, smiling shyly. He chuckles softly.

“I love your hands,” he admits, taking one of your hands and pressing slow kisses to your knuckles, then turning it over to kiss your palm.

“They’re so small compared to mine, and they fit perfectly when we hold hands. But my real favorite…” He trails off, sliding his hands under your shirt just enough to expose a strip of your stomach. He bends down and places a tender, lingering kiss right on the soft skin of your lower belly.

“Right here. Because it’s warm and it’s you. And one day, if we’re lucky, this is where our future will grow.” He looks up at you with soft eyes, still pressing small kisses there. “You’re my favourite everything.”

You’re both lying on the bed, JAKE 's head resting on your stomach as you play with his hair. The room is quiet except for his occasional sleepy hums. You gather your courage and whisper, “Jake… can you kiss your favourite part of my body?”

He lifts his head instantly, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Wait, seriously?” He crawls up until he’s hovering over you, nose brushing yours. “You sure you want me to pick just one?”

When you nod, he grins and starts planting playful kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your eyelids making you giggle.

But he doesn’t stop. He moves lower, kissing the inside of your thigh, slow and reverent. “ I love your thighs the most. They’re so soft and warm, and when you let me rest my head here…” He nuzzles closer, leaving another kiss. “It feels like home. Plus, they look really good wrapped around me.” He winks. “Thank you for letting me love every inch of you, baby.”

SUNGHOON is sitting on the floor with you between his legs, your back against his chest, as you both watch a movie. During a quiet scene, you turn your head slightly and whisper, “Hoon… kiss your favourite part of my body?”

He pauses the movie without a word, arms tightening around your waist. For a moment he just breathes against your hair, thinking. Then he gently turns you around to face him. “Come here,” he says softly.

He starts with a kiss to your collarbone, slow and deliberate, then moves up to your jaw. “I like your collarbones,” he admits quietly.

“They look so delicate when you wear those off-shoulder tops.” But he keeps going, cupping your face and pressing his lips to your closed eyelids. “Actually… my favourite is your eyes.” He kisses each eyelid softly. “When you look at me, everything else disappears. But if I have to pick a spot I can kiss forever…”

He leans down and places a lingering kiss on your chest right above your heart. “Here. Because I can feel how fast your heart beats when I’m close. And it tells me you feel the same way I do.”

SUNOO has you sitting on his lap on the couch, arms wrapped around you as he shows you funny videos on his phone. When the laughter dies down, you shyly ask, “Sunoo… can you kiss your favourite part of me?”

His eyes light up instantly, a bright smile spreading across his face. “Aww, baby, that’s adorable!” He cups your cheeks and starts peppering kisses all over them, making you laugh. “I love your cheeks the most,” he declares between kisses. “They get so round and cute when you smile big.”

But then he lifts your hand and kisses each fingertip. “And your hands… they’re so pretty when you hold mine.”

Finally, he presses the sweetest kiss to the top of your head, lingering there. “But honestly? My favourite is your hair. It always smells like your shampoo, and it feels so soft when I play with it at night.”

He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply before kissing it again. “Every part of you is my favourite.”

JUNGWON is lying beside you on the bed, tracing lazy patterns on your arm. The room is peaceful until you whisper your request: “Won… kiss your favourite part of my body?”

He stops tracing and looks at you with those eyes, a small smile forming. “You’re full of surprises tonight,” he teases as he sits up a little and pulls you closer.

First he kisses your forehead, then the bridge of your nose. “I love your nose,” he says softly. “It scrunches up when you’re trying not to laugh.”

He moves lower, pressing a kiss to your chin, then to the hollow of your throat. “But the one i love the most…”

He slides the strap of your top down just a little and places a warm, lingering kiss on your shoulder. “Right here. Your shoulders carry so much, but they’re still so soft. When you let me hold you like this, it feels like you’re trusting me with everything.”

He kisses the same spot again, slower. “I want to be the one who makes sure these shoulders never feel too heavy.”

NIKI is sprawled on the couch with you half on top of him, his long legs tangled with yours. Some song is playing in the background when you muster the courage to say, “Riki… can you kiss your favourite part of my body?”

He freezes for a second, then lets out a soft laugh, cheeks turning a little pink. “Wait, you’re serious?” He sits up slightly, pulling you with him so you’re straddling his lap. “Okay….”

He lifts the hem of your shirt, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your waist. “I love your waist,” he murmurs against your skin. “It fits perfectly in my hands when I pull you close.”

He then turns you around to expose your lower back and presses a surprisingly tender kiss right there, right above the waistband of your pants.

“But this… your lower back,” he murmurs against your skin. “It’s one of my favourites. When I hug you from behind and my hand rests here, it feels like I’m holding all of you.”

He leaves another slow kiss. “And honestly… I love every single part. But if I had to choose one to kiss forever, it would be wherever makes you feel the most loved.”

They were.

Though now, he looks like nothing more than a neutered puppy. The man's whimpering certainly doesn’t help with the picture either. It almost makes Seokjin want to laugh.

Namjoon is crouched on the other side of the body– body because that is simply what this man is, if he doesn’t start to give them answers. He doesn’t have much of a face left now anyway, so he might as well be.

The pack alpha’s hand is fisted into the betas hair, the tendon in his arms twitching from the effort of forcing the man's head into the ground over, and over, and over again. Slamming his head into the cold hardwood floor of the office, other bodies scattered around their forms. 

The pool of red is still growing.

The pack alpha is huffing, there is a glorious fire in his eyes. Seokjin thinks he looks beautiful. 

“Should I ask you again?” Seokjin questions, head tilting to the side. A small, placid smile dotting the corner of his lips, condescension radiating from his entire being as Namjoon pulls the man's head up just high enough once more.

What an ugly thing he has become. Maybe he’s the unlucky one, the lucky ones are probably the corpses scattered across the floor. At least they didn’t have to undergo their combined fury. 

He should have just given Seokjin the answers he wanted already. 

Seokjin sighs once more, looking up at Namjoon, “It doesn’t seem like he wants to, does it?”

Seokjin registers the opening of the office door. Huh, he really did not think anyone else was in the house today. Not that it matters much, Seokjin will deal with them the exact same way. 

He sighs, closing his eyes as he stands. His arms feel tight in his suit, but he raises one anyway. Cresting it on the same side of his neck where Namjoon had left his bite, using its force to aid him in cracking his neck. 

Seokjin doesn’t have time to dilly dally. He’ll be sure to make this quick. 

The intruder relieves a sharp gasp from his lungs, the lazy drawl of Seokjin’s lids to draw upwards, taking him in for the very first time.

Soft, perfectly cut straight brown hair. Large doe eyes. Perfectly sculpted nose with little moles dotting around his face in constallations.

Seokjin’s recognition of him is instantaneous. 

Jeon Jeongguk. 23. Important. 

The Jeon pack alpha’s only child. The last progeny remaining in their all-alpha familial line. 

Well damn, Seokjin was sure he wasn’t here. From the information Seokjin gathered before setting out to the groups's territory, the kid was practically treated as royalty. Spoiled rotten, coddled. There were even rumours he had never gone outside before. 

Seokjin didn’t believe them, of course not, that would be a rather auspicious thing to do. But with how much he had heard about Jeongguk’s treatment, he didn't think they would just let the kid wander around on his own in a clan meeting house like this. He doubted Jeongguk would be involved in territorial conflicts at all. He was a member of the familial pack, not the territorial one like Seokjin… interogates… now. The distinction is clear as clear as day. 

Looks like his intel may have been wrong. 

Not only is he here and involved with them, he looks like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are turning a bright shade of red. It looks as though there are sparkles in his eyes. To be honest, Seokjin is taken aback. He isn’t sure what reaction he was expecting, but not something so… passionate. Something so devoted. 

Is…. is this kid staring at  Namjoon with… admiration…? While Namjoon has Jeongguk’s mom’s right hand is in a bloodied heap on the floor?

Huh. Well, this is certainly a surprising change of tune.

“S-Sir! Please leave! Don’t get yourself involved with this!” Huh, so the body still did have a voice. He was sure Namjoon had squeezed it out of him by now. Regardless, the words have Seokjin turning his head back towards the mess on the floor, back towards his alpha. 

Oh. Seokjin’s eyes go wide. 

Namjoon is staring right back at Jeongguk, that same star-crossed lovers expression on his face. Looking at him like the universe just changed for the better. 

Turning back towards the younger, Seokjin confirms it– they are simply enamoured with one another.

When he makes the motion, when all the attention in the room is directly only at Jeongguk, it is clear the kid notices. His posture straightens, his chest puffing out just slightly. The most determined look that Seokjin has ever seen is as obvious as ever written across his features. 

One of his arms raises up– certainly not the arms of someone who has had experience fighting– a single finger pointing towards both Seokjin and Namjoon. A cocksure smile on the pure alphas lips. 

The world spins. This is nothing like Seokjin had been expecting out of the day. 

“I want you.” He pauses, the determined smile blooming brighter. Seokjin doesn’t know how the kid could be so positive in such a thing– Seokjin needs time to fall, he guesses Jeongguk doesn’t. “Both of you.”

A sickening crack sounds throughout the room, the betas death as clear as day, though no one really pays attention. Instead, everything revolves around Namjoon rising to a stand right next to Seokjin, a similar smile on his own face.

“I feel like there are a few questions you should be asking instead of just saying something so bold.” All the rage Namjoon spoke with before the entry of Jeongguk is gone, a similar confident air in his tone. “Like who are we, why are we in your office. Why we just killed your clans beta.” 

“I don’t care.” Jeongguk, though Seokjin just met him, looks like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “I didn’t like him anyway. He was shitty at taking care of me.” 

Spoiled. 

Namjoon hums, “Shouldn’t you be worried we’re going to kill you, too?”

Jeongguk thinks for a second, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he considers. “No. You want me.” 

Maybe not spoiled. Maybe just sheltered if he thinks that simply about such things.  

“You’ll have to deal with a few more than just us.” Namjoon leans forward a bit, the air around him bending to his will. Haughty. Attractive. “We have 4 other mates.” 

Oh. Jeongguk now looks as though he is simply vibrating with delight. His teeth– ones Seokjin notices look like a bunnies– make an appearance, biting his lower lip. 

“I want them, too.” 

Well, Seokjin’s dealings are certain to become a lot more smooth from this point onwards. 

NOW.

Jeongguk hasn’t slept. 

Well, okay, to be honest, he’s not sure he remembers the last time he actually had a full nights rest. 

Wait– no, that isn’t true either. The last night he did it was the night after he saw you for the first time, he remembers it clearly, actually. He would rather die than forget it. He would never in a million years forget dreaming of you. 

He was in the woods, you were there too, obviously. Scampering between trees, looking so cute and playful. God, you were so fucking adorable– calling out to him, asking him to chase you. 

Fuck, who was he to say no? He simply he complied. He would be an idiot to deny you of anything ever. 

When he caught you? It felt like the last of his dreams had finally come true. 

You were giggling underneath him, his body pinning you down by your shoulders. Your eyes in the prettiest little crests that he kissed over and over again. 

He remembers the end, where you made him promise to find you when he woke up, too. 

…Yeah.

He hasn’t had a full night's rest since then. But especially last night, last night he didn’t get a wink. Not even the half-hearted nap he usually gets by on. 

How was he supposed to sleep after Joon broke the news that they would be going to your house the very next day? The house that he knows belongs to you now, all thanks to Yoongi. The house where– where–

Jeongguk clenches his fist, lets his nails dig into the skin of his palms as a way to manage the putrid smell that was already beginning to leak from his pores. In the tight confines of the armoured truck, he knows everyone else will be able to smell it. 

Should he really care? Probably not. But he doesn’t want the second– first?--  time you smell him to be so… so unpleasant. He wants you to smell the real him. The alpha who your heart and soul belong to, the one you’ll build a future with. The one that can provide for you, that can take you out of whatever hell you’ve been keeping yourself in–

How long would it take before you let him give you a bite? How long will it take for you to give one to him?

Soon, hopefully. God, he can’t even count how many times he’s stroked his cock to the thought of your cute little fangs piercing the skin of his neck. How blown out your eyes would be with pretty red dotting your mouth. Do you even know that he saved the left side of his neck for you? Waited so many years just for his perfect omega to leave tangible evidence on his skin of your simple belonging to one another. 

… Well, he hasn’t thought about it in awhile, but the point still stands. He hasn’t been able to, not since your face began to retain the essence of a shadowless blob whenever you appear in his mind, when you appear in front of him. Just…just out of reach. 

Fucking had been in reach for over two weeks. 

His top lip curls at the thought. He reminds himself to stop thinking such shitty things. 

It doesn’t work.

He just needs to see you, and then everything will be right again. He’ll be able to protect you. His pack will be complete. The last piece of his soul, the part that felt like it has been missing will finally click into place. 

Everything will be perfect. 

You’ll be perfect.

Jeongguk forces his head back into reality as the wheels of the vehicle roll to a stop. His neck cocking to the side, deep eyes locking on Seokjin in the driver's seat. The clicking of metal registers in his ears, his hand clenching around the barrel of his semi-automatic a little tighter, the gun propped up against the floor, muzzle facing the sky.

“We're here.” Seokjin hums, completely carefree. Jeongguk isn’t sure how, to be honest. “We have a bit of a hike, if Jimin’s map is right.” 

Today determines the rest of his future… do they not get that? Of course they don’t. They don’t understand what you and him have, no matter how much they might try to. They don’t understand the levels at which his entirety calls out to you. 

He’s already reaching for the handle of the door, his entire body itching to leave, when another voice stops him– Joons’, “Gguk-ah, do a scan for us.”

His nose scrunches up while a little wrinkle finds itself between his brows, “Huh? Why me?” 

That isn’t his job. He’s not good at that sort of thing. 

At that, Joon only shrugs, handing the binoculars back behind him, “I trust you more to do it.” 

Heat washes over Jeongguk instantly. The simple words have an even simpler effect on his body– his ears and eyes perk up a bit more, right alone with his chest swelling. No matter how much he just wants to get moving, that line has Jeongguk already hauling his upper half through the sunroof of the armoured vehicle, eyes scanning the distance. 

From the top of the hill the pack has managed to find themself on, looking off into the distance is an easy task. Any subtle clearing is discovered, especially the very one they think contains your cabin. 

Jeongguk sees it easily, mentally comparing it to the map he had been studying the entire ride over– the piece of paper that Jimin and Taehyung marked your approximate location on. Seems like they were paying enough attention to get that right, at least. Even if they might have messed up your potential first meeting. 

No. As much as Jeongguk is angry at them, he’s even more upset with Yoongi. At least Jimin and Tae could plead ignorance. What they did was only a reaction to Yoongi.

What Yoongi did to him was straight malice. 

Hiding you. Keeping you after he found out you were an omega. Only confirming it after Jeongguk was on the verge of a breakdown because he couldn’t fucking remember–

He takes another deep breath, centering himself. He’s lucky he’s been practicing the breathing exercises Seokjin-hyung has been prescribing and that the thought of meeting you soon is somewhat settling.

“Yeah. House is where Jimin said.” Jeongguk states, plain as day. Giving one final sweep before getting ready to hop down. Nothing much falling along the dense forest tree line. 

Lucky that autumn was on their side– if it was any warmer out, the tree leafs may have kept you covered. 

“It looks–” Wait, what was that? 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of light in the distance. Too solid to be a solar flare, too obvious to be a trick of the mind. Twisting the lens to make it focus, something different comes into view.

A truck, hardly hidden at all against the trees. Standing out so loudly it might as well be a homing beacon to anyone who wanted to discover its presence. 

“Wait, hyung, I think–” Jeongguk scrunches his eyes, the hard plastic of the binoculars digging into his skin as he pushes his face into them deeper, like that will help him see better. “I think there's a truck over there?” 

“Mm.” He hears the shifting of guns, probably Joon following the direction of his pointed finger from where the first car had already unloaded onto the ground. “About the same distance away as the house?” 

Fuck if he knows, Jeongguk has always been shit with distances. It’s normally Yoongi’s job to take note of the perimeters like this– he still doesn’t know why he’s been put on the case instead. Why has he been given a job when all he wants to do is think about you. It's annoying. 

He doesn’t need to be managed. He doesn’t need to be distracted. 

“Yeah, looks like it.” Jeongguk pulls the binoculars from his face before taking a second to inhale, tasting the scent of the wind on his tongue. He won’t make the same mistake again. 

He pulls himself the rest of the way out of the sunroof, heavy gun clattering against his shoulder as he jumps to the ground with a practiced ease only gained from experience. His form landing with a thud, both feet on the ground as he squats, one balled hand taking the brunt of the force not received by his knees. 

He stands, eyes glued into the distance. 

“We didn’t see any cars out here before.” Jimin’s voice is in his ears, but he half ignores it. He’s not focused on the conversation of his mates right now, all he can think about is the alpha in his head. The one telling him that these are your woods. 

“Tracks.” Taehyung is supplying his mate, just like he always does. 

“Yeah, there were tire tracks, but they didn’t lead to a car or anything.” 

“Hm.” Joon is too analytical. Seokjin, too. 

“Does it really matter?” Hoseok groans out the words– Jeongguk hears him cracking his knuckles, “We don’t have all fucking day, and if these two don’t stop laying it on thick there won’t be hiding from the little doe.” 

Jeongguk knows Hoseok is referring to the pheromones he’s releasing, but he really doesn’t give a shit. At least the alpha is speeding the whole thing up– Jeongguk can feel his muscles burning. It’s only a matter of time before he leaves and just goes to get you himself. 

His patience is a tether that is not withstanding gale force winds. 

“We're triangled right between them.” Jeongguk’s eyes roll, unable to stop himself at the sound of Yoongi’s gruff voice chiming in. He guesses at some point he set up shop looking out of the top of the other car with his sniper. “About 750 meters that way is the car, 875 to the house. 1000 between ‘em, too.” 

Soon, Jeongguk hears the footfalls of Yoongi jumping, followed by the scribbling of a pen on a map. He’s starting to get frustrated with all these semantics. These alleged important parts of the job. 

He still doesn’t understand why they have to be so careful about this. 

You’re his soulmate, you’ll understand even if you are a little scared at first. 

“It would be worth it to check it out, at least.” Seokjin’s voice is there– one of Jeongguk’s only hyungs along with Joon that seems to care about how hungry Jeongguk is to have you already. “If Jimin and Taehyung wrecked her house, she could be staying there for cover.” 

What? Jeongguk’s alpha is howling in pain. How could he let his omega live inside of a car?! Even if it’s just for the night, that’s too much for you to go through. It’s just too much. 

You deserve to be in a nice big house, bundled up in his clothes– not anyone elses right now– relaxing in his big bed, the softest blankets surrounding you while he feeds you the meat he’s hunted.

Joon nods his head, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk, you go to the truck. Radio us with what you see.”

. . . Jeongguk blinks. 

He blinks again. 

He’s not half listening to the conversation anymore. 

“What?!” His head snaps before his brain can process the words, eyes finally leaving the distant trees you resided in for so long. So long, all alone. So long without him. 

…You missed him, right? Don’t worry, you won’t have to for much longer. 

They want him to go with them to the fucking car?! To the fucking car instead of your house?! They’re insane. Fucking insane. The growl is already in his tone before he can manage to stop it. “No.”

Hoseok’s expression is bored, Namjoon’s is blank, Seokjin’s is sympathetic. Jeongguk couldn’t give any less of a shit. 

“Gguk-ah…” Seokjin is using that tone of voice he always does when Jeongguk gets riled up like this, the one that means he’s treating him like a pup. Sometimes he likes it. Today is not one of those days. “We need Yoongi with us at the main house…”

Wrong thing to say. 

Jeongguk scoffs, “So he gets to see her before me? Are you joking?” 

His bonds pang– the internal urge of half of him wanting to soothe the others displeasure combating with his temperament still burning from the night before. The rest are lucky Hoseok managed to calm him down before he took off on his own last night. 

“No.” There could be something more to it, something they’re not telling him. They never tell him things. Or maybe they do– either way, it doesn’t matter. He’s pissed right now. All he can feel is that. “We just…” 

“They don’t want you to see what the others did and freak out.” Jeongguk has never been more thankful for Hoseok’s blunt tone– at least someone will tell it to him like it is, even when he is worked up like this. 

“Thats…” He would like to argue against their stance– that he totally would not blow up and pounce seeing what Jimin and Tae had done– but the words die on his tongue. He knows it's more than likely, so… he chooses a different route to argue his case. 

He stands a little taller, “I just want to see. I should get to know how my mates been living.” 

“You can see that after, can’t you?” Jimin grumbles, finally merging himself back into the main conversation from where Taehyung had him dragged away before. 

Oh, of course, it would be Jimin saying that very thing. The one who wants to avoid Jeongguk seeing whatever state they left his soulmate's den in. 

“Jimin, be quiet.” Seokjin sighs, trying once again to be the mediator. Jeongguk normally thinks it’s an incredible skill to have. He respects Seokjin a lot for him stepping up as second in command of the pack, but he’s having trouble retaining any of that sense now as he feels the biting breeze against his cheeks. As he feels the woods trying to speak to him. 

“We need you to take the lead here, okay? Manage these 2 and direct them if she’s at the truck instead of the house.” 

He feels like he’s going to scream. 

See, the issue here is that Gguk doesn’t give a shit about pack dynamics. 

He feels like a broken record due to how often he repeats it, but all he cares about is you. 

He doesn’t give a shit that more people are needed to case a house than a truck. He doesn’t care that Jimin and Yoongi can’t be in a group together out of fear of them fighting. Doesn’t care that he can’t be with Yoongi either due to the fact he will definitely be fighting him. 

Hell, it doesn’t bother him that Hoseok doesn’t see the point in getting you, or that Seokjin is only following along because of Joon’s lead. Sure, he’s frustrated by the way Yoongi’s eyes light up whenever you are discussed, and by the way that Tae shrinks away at the same mention. He didn’t even argue last night when he was excluded from Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin’s meeting last night while they were plotting today out.

He doesn’t care that the groups split makes the most logical sense– that the packs 3 highest in command should all be at the larger site. He doesn’t even care that the rest of them probably don’t even realise that he understands all of it– that he accounts for every minor detail, too.

He doesn’t give a shit about fucking anything other than getting to you and it feels like the others just aren’t listening to how his wolf howls for you. 

He feels like he’s going in circles. 

His head certainly is. 

He should just go. He should just start listening to his instincts just like everyone else does. He should– 

Namjoon’s solid hand comes down on his shoulder, his frame leaning down just slightly to look in Jeongguk’s eyes. “Gguk-ah. I’m counting on you. If you find her, you’ll catch her.” 

Fuck. Jeongguk does care about that. 

Cares about Joon. About the other pure-alphas approval. 

As his heart begins to beat a little faster, he takes a step back while tossing the strap of his gun over his shoulder. His boots crunch against the solid soil as he turns his back to the rest of the pack, making sure his face is hidden before any sort of blush tries to rise to his cheeks. 

Joon always makes fun of him for that.

“Whatever.” He grunts out, trying to keep it a secret how affected by his pack alpha he is. He’s not the pack’s pup anymore. He shouldn’t get so worked up over little things. “Let’s go.”

“If you see anything, radio.” Hoseok reminds, a slight strain in his voice from what Jeongguk can only imagine is another stretch. Another part of the generals routine. “Kill anything you see, infected people or alive ones. Doesn’t matter to me.” 

As if Jeongguk doesn’t know that already. 

He grunts, marching off down the unbeaten path with his two elder packmates in tow. His brain tuning out the words of the other four as his brain already moves onto the next thing. As the woods start to feel more and more familiar the deeper he finds himself going inside.

…He’s going to make sure the promise he made to the you in his dreams stays alive and well.

Yoongi's pace meanders a few behind the rest of the group, the heavy metal of his favourite gun thunking against his back with every step he takes. The smell of the damp forest floor invades his nostrils with every small pant he takes, the morning dew making the floor wet as mud decides to cling to his boots. 

He never thought he would be out in the woods again. 

His head tilts towards the sky as he thinks, lets his mind wander away from the sounds of birds while he has a moment to do so. His body instinctively following the guidance of the rest of his mates without having to put any conscious effort into doing so, something in him knowing they would keep him safe even if he got a little distracted. 

The last time Yoongi stepped foot into the forest… into any woods like these… it had to be at least 10 years ago.

He doesn’t know how you live in them. How you survive it.

He knows the crushing weight of the trees.  

He’s been trying to figure out how since last night, to be honest. Ever since Jimin mapped out roughly where you had been staying, he’s been wondering why you forced yourself out here. How long you’ve been managing.

The woods are so tall, how do you fight against them all on your own? 

Yoongi couldn’t. Still can’t, probably. 

Logically, he has to remind himself, something dense like this is probably safer from intruders– not safe enough, if Jimin and Taehyung were able to find you–  and zombies. There were far less out here than there were constantly battering against the walls of their compound. Hoseok had only managed to spot 2 on their hike so far, both are double-dead now. So comes safety from others in isolation, he guesses. Maybe that’s how you view it. He almost wishes he could, too. 

Still not safe enough. 

Yeah, for once Yoongi has to agree with his inner alpha. You’re not safe enough. Not if two of his pack mates were able to track you down. Not if what they say is true about you having been out here alone for who knows how long. 

As much as he hates the idea of taking that decision away from you, he hates the idea of you dying even more. He hates the idea of not being able to keep you safe from pain, from letting you rot out here.

That’s all forests do. They infest your brain with rot. 

Yoongi can’t stand the idea of stumbling upon you, fungus covering your skin. 

He can give you back other freedoms later. It’s what he’s promised himself. You’ll– okay, you probably won’t like his pack at first. He would be the first person to admit that, regardless of how much he cares for them. But… but eventually you might come around. You might like hi–

Yoongi shakes his head, forcing himself away from the train of thought his alpha keeps forcing him down. 

He’s coming to get you, to protect you as a friend. Someone he considers a friend, even if it was only one night spent together under fictional stars. Even if he did just plan to let it all blur away.

He’s not coming to you as an alpha with a prerogative. He just… he wants you to be okay. Especially after what Jimin and Taehyung did. He just wants to make sure that you're safe. That you’re not spiralling like he would be under the same circumstances. 

Yoongi hates the woods. 

…Yoongi wants Jeongguk to forgive him. 

He probably won’t. 

He should probably stop worrying himself over it. He has more pressing matters to deal with– ones that are only a few meters away, not in an entirely different group, heading to another location. 

The guilty part of him hopes Jeongguk will find you first, but the selfish part of him, the ever present one that seems intertwined with his wolf, hopes that he will get the honour.

It isn’t good for you to be alone. You shouldn’t have to suffer through it.

Yoongi is projecting, he knows it. He also can’t stop it, and honestly, doesn’t want to. He wants to feel connected to you. Maybe he’s being selfish again by allowing himself to do so.

…Well, he is the only one who’s actually met you. He’s the one you felt– feel safe with.

 His fingers twitch, he wants to just hurry up with it all, already. He wants to get you out of here, bring you to the house. Comfort you, if you’d let him.

…Would you let him? 

His heart starts beating a little bit faster. That can’t be good. 

“You’re thinking too much.” Hoseoks’s hushed voice makes its way into his muddled mind, a broad shoulder bumping into his unsteady frame. 

Yoongi’s eyes slowly draw back from the sky, instead finding their place upon Hoseoks’s handsome face instead. Too handsome. It looks like it was carved by one of the greats. It isn’t fair. 

“That’s rich coming from you.” Yoongi deadpans like he definitely wasn’t just admiring the pack's chief of combat. 

He totally wasn’t. “You never think when Namjoons’ ‘round.”

God, they’ve been together how many years and Yoongi still pretends to be coy. He knows Hoseok sees through it, though, so there’s really no harm. Not like when the Jeongguk first joined the pack and became acquainted with Yoongi’s sharp, unrelenting tongue. Yoongi will never forget the complete embarrassment of having to explain what Jimin dubbed his ‘cuteness aggression.’ 

Bleh.

It was the most embarrassing day of his life. 

Thankfully, Hoseok likes it when Yoongi gets mean. Says it ‘gets him going’. 

Hmph. 

“Yeah, well it’s their job. I’m not on the clock right now.” Hoseok smiles, both of his arms raising up to hold the back of his head up. “Let Seokjin deal with it. Looks like he has a stick up his ass, anyway.”

Yeah, Yoongi guesses that’s true. Hoseok isn’t leading the pack’s recruits on any kind of clearing mission, nor is he leading anyone into war. Still, he doesn’t know how he is just so relaxed about everything when Yoongi feels like he’s dying inside. 

Still, he doesn’t think he agrees with the idea of it being anyone else's job, especially not Seokjins’.

Yoongi hazards at the body next to the pack alphas. He still doesn’t understand why Seokjin acts like a saint. Their rooms are next to each other, he’s heard the elder’s rants. Yoongi’s one of the few other than the pack alpha that knows his position. 

Huh, maybe Seokjin never realised how thin the walls are. 

“Bullshit. You’re a control freak.” Yoongi grunts, “If Namjoon didn’t force you out of taking the lead, you’d be up there instead.” 

Hoseok simply hums, acknowledging Yoongi. Probably agreeing that it's true in his head.

“Jin!” Hoseok calls up ahead, pulling Seokjin back towards the tail end rather than the front. Yoongi watches as he turns, as he lets his footsteps slow to allow for Yoongi and Hoseok to catch up. 

Yoongi feels Hoseok’s hands on his shoulders, forcing him up in front, a big heart-shaped smile on his lips, “This one’s thinking too much. Calm him down.”  

“Yah. Stop it.” Yoongi tries to shrug off the younger, but fails miserably. Hoseok’s grip is tight, his fists massaging the flesh, “That’s not his job.”

The conversation feels easy. Too easy, for the current conditions. Zfor the way Yoongi is feeling. He doesn’t fully feel like he deserves their care.

“Aish! What are you talking about! It’s what I was recruited for!” Seokjin huffs, a fake glare directed at Namjoon’s back steady across his features.  

“Receuited?” Yoongi almost wants to laugh, “Not the story I heard.” 

As much as Yoongi likes to feign disinterest, he certainly does not miss the colouring of red rising to Seokjin’s ears. The corners of his hips curl, already completely aware the elder is going to go on one of his tirades. 

Cute. Seokjin is cute. 

“Yah!” The elders whisper raises a hair, his lips pouting out a bit more as his words increase in pace. “That brat wouldn’t leave me alone— what did you expect me to do?! He wasn’t even in my department—“

Yoongi shakes his head, eyes staring at the ground. Yoongi doesn’t even try to deny the expression is out of fondness. “You trying to let the whole forest know we’re here?”

“I—“ Seokjin pauses, eyes going wide as he realises just how loud he was getting. His ears get just a bit darker, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the eldest in the pack just clears his throat, standing a bit straighter. “What were we discussing?” 

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirks, “How Namjoon pursued you for years before you gave into him.”

“Other than that.” 

He shrugs, not really remembering. He wasn’t paying much attention, more so looking for a distraction. 

“Ah,” The weight of Seokjin’s arm is dropped over Yoongi’s shoulder, his head shaking along with the addition. “That’s right. You were thinking too hard. Is it being out here?” There's a slight pause before Seokjin continues, “You don’t need to think about back then anymore.” 

He wishes it was that easy. 

Hoseok’s echo of the past blinks fresh in his mind— ‘Live in the moment with me.’ That’s what Hoseok had said back then. 

Seokjin’s smile feels warm when it’s directed just at Yoongi, “Just let hyung take care of it, okay? We’ll be home soon.” 

Now he is sure his heart is moving at a faster pace than before. 

Hyung.

Yoongi never used those sort of honorifics with Seokjin— it just wasn’t in the nature of their relationship. The elder never outwardly seemed to care, anyway, other than in half-assed jokes. It’s only in times like these that it felt like it mattered. 

Suddenly, Seokjin’s face loses all sense of peace, a cold mask of stone falling over it at the exact same time his body freezes in place, the hike coming to a close. Namjoon’s hand in the air being the direct cause. 

Well, it was nice while it lasted. It is time for action now. 

Namjoon's fingertips curl towards his palm in a silent instruction to lower their frames closer to the ground. The slow, controlled approach to the house already having been planned out since the night before.

Namjoon sends a glance towards the pack’s general, signalling the change of power between them, Hoseok taking over direction.

Yoongi follows it silently without question, waiting for Hoseok’s motion to continue the pursuit forward. He’s always been in awe of the way Hoseok is able to direct everything, to make the motions of a unit seem fluid and conjoined rather than just heaping bodies following orders.

It only takes a glance from Hoseok before Namjoon is moving– the pack alpha gliding through the underbrush as he makes his way around the back of the cabin where he is meant to be stationed in case you try to make a quick exit from the rear. 

Yoongi’s job is a lot more simple than the rest of theirs, he is only meant to be a lookout. Honestly, he’s thankful for it. He’s not sure he could manage much more upon seeing you again. Upon seeing the new conditions of your home.

A few seconds pass, a soft cooing whistle from Hoseok along with the tilt of his head telling Yoongi it’s his turn to move. He does as ordered, moving up from his squat, though certainly not returning to full height as he takes a light jog through the underbrush. Only settling himself down when he finds the angle he was looking for. 

Checking left, checking right– yeah, here will do just fine. He can see your front door, as well as both sides of your house. He’ll be able to spot you if you try to make it through a window. With fewer guys, it might be a little more difficult to catch you, but Yoongi knows Hoseok enjoys the chase.

… He hopes it doesn’t come down to that, but if he does, he’ll try his best to comfort you even if he isn’t the best at it. 

Carefully, Yoongi lowers himself down to the forest floor, pulling the gun off his shoulder right along with the action. He clicks the legs of it down, lowering himself to his stomach to check the view. 

Just as he suspected, it’s perfect. He can see everything. Will definitely be able to spot you if you try to move. 

Fucking hell. Those goddamn assholes broke most of your windows– he can only assume they weren’t like that before. 

It isn’t long before Hoseok and Seokjin come into view, their bodies doing similar low jogs to the ones Yoongi just performed himself. Though their angle was towards the door– if you were here, they were going to get to you first.

Yoongi shakes his head, forcing the jealousy out of his gut. It’s fucking stupid. There isn’t any guarantee you’re still here, anyway. Yoongi knows he would have cleared out first thing if it was hi–

His  breath stops in his throat, his head raising from his site. Pupils darting around the scene in front of him. 

Fuck. Fuck. No, no no. Why is this happening now? Why?

Everything should be fine. Everything is going smoothly. Namjoon should be positioned around the rear of the building by now, Hoseok and Seokjin are counting down in front of your door, ready to make their move. Yoongi is keeping an eye out as he lays against the forest as Hoseok’s hand raises, starting from 5. There are no zombies around, nor other people that Yoongi can smell.

So why why why why why is this happening right now?

Why is something wrong?

That same sensation that settled over him yesterday has returned at a ten-fold. 

Yoongi feels an overwhelming sense of dread in his gut. Worse than he’s felt in a decade. 

Panic starts to take over before he’s able to calm it down, his body rising to a stand. Something shakes against his thigh, but he can’t comprehend it. Not when he knows something is about to go wrong, but he doesn’t know what yet.

The universe had to curse him with the ability to know, but not with the ability to do anything about it before it’s too late.

His legs are moving before his mind can catch up, his body rushing towards the door to stop them. He can’t breathe, he can’t think. Words are willing themselves to leave him. They have to regroup, they would understand. They trust him. They trust his judgment. 

Just a little bit further. A little bit further.

He should have said something. 

The last of Hoseok’s fingers fall, Seokjin’s shoulder slams into the door, breaking it from its hinges. He thinks another figure swoops in, but he isn't really sure. 

The entire world has just become red. 

Yoongi, he can’t move. He can’t do anything. The world stops rotating on its axis, everything moves to a standstill right along with Yoongi’s form. He’s positive things are happening around him, but he can’t process a single one. He can’t.

One second, everything is red. The next, it’s white.

He can’t hear anything, he can only feel red hot pain blossoming in his gut as something hits him. As he is tossed backwards several feet. 

The trees quake due to the force.

Boom.

It doesn’t take Jeongguk long to get to the truck– or maybe it does. He doesn’t remember half of the journey. 

He remembers splitting off from the pack, Jimin and Taehyung trailing behind him. He remembers hearing something reminiscent to a giggle beyond that was similar to the ones in his dreams. Remembers deciding that they meant he was on the right track to find you, that his alpha would never steer him wrong.

He didn’t talk at all the entire journey there, staying focused on the prize. There isn’t time for  any distractions. He needs to see if you’re at the truck, then rush over to the cabin in case you’re there instead. He needs to hold you, tell you that you’re safe now, and bring you home.

Simple enough. There isn’t really much to do but actually do it. He can stop fantasizing about you once you’re actually in his arms. Maybe then the wolf inside of him will finally settle.

He just wants to breathe you in. For you to build a nest in his room.

He promises he won’t go in it! Not until you give him permission to. But just knowing you feel safe enough around him, safe enough around his scent, shit he wants it more than anything else. 

He even has the perfect corner picked out for you already, he’s cleared out space in his closet, too, if you’d rather go there. Sure, he did that forever ago when he still remembered your face, but he’s been keeping it open ever since. He’ll keep it open forever waiting for–

A large hand tugs at the back of his shirt, halting him in his advance forward. The heat of it is almost blinding, but Jeongguk doesn’t let himself get distracted. Of course not, he’s an alpha on a mission.

A haphazard glance over his shoulder is the only thing he offers, finding Taehyung standing there, Jimin still quite a ways away, keeping himself separated. Hm. He’s been like that since yesterday, keeping himself a bit more closed off. 

Good. He should feel bad, even if it was a mistake. Even if Jimin didn’t know you were his.  

Another tug and Jeongguk is brought back to the moment again, a grunt signalling from his throat as a question meant to ask Taehyung what he wants. 

Taehyung’s tongue comes out to lick at his bottom lip lazily, his eyes moving from their stare on Jeongguk to farther ahead on the path. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Taehyung wants him to look, too.

His head turns back to the main trail, vision narrowing. 

Fuck. He didn’t notice that.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jeongguk’s heart swells, hope filling him to the very brim. Butterflies already dancing in his gut as his eyes go wide, as he feels a gentle heat curve into his cheeks. 

Footprints. There are footprints on the same path they’re following now. 

If Taehyung’s insistence is anything to go by, shit, it means your scent still dots the trees, too. Means that recently you followed the same path Jeongguk trails now. That you might just be living in the very truck Jeongguk is called towards now. 

You– are you really waiting at the truck for him? 

God, his entire being in inflating. His alpha is howling at him to go get you– that something as perfect as you shouldn’t be living out here. You shouldn’t be subjected to living in your truck because of what his idiot mates did. 

Jeongguk’s legs are moving faster than before– he doesn’t really know when his pace picked up, but he knows the others are close to follow. 3 pairs of heavy thuds are marking up the forest floor, along with the sound of clanging guns against shoulders. 

Within a few minutes he’s there. He’s standing in front of something you call your own. 

It takes his breath away. Of course his omega would drive something cute like this– it makes perfect sense for you. Even if he doesn’t know you well yet, he’s sure of it. Oh, or wait… maybe you only use this one cause it’s convenient? Maybe another vehicle style suits you better? He’ll get you a hundred cars, if you want. That way you can know what all of them feel like. It’ll feel so good to provide for you. 

He moves in without really thinking, stalking towards the car, his noise unable to stop itself from the constant sniffing, attempting to weed out your scent from the rest of the woods. It’s difficult for him to, if he’s being honest. He always gets overwhelmed when so many different odours surround him, but he tries for you anyways. 

He thinks he gets some of it, something that smells like beta– he knows better, he knows that even if you smell wrong, you’re still an omega– with hints of eucalyptus. Like some kind of herb used for healing, if he were to guess. 

He frowns. 

Now, standing only a few feet away from your truck, away from the source, he can tell it’s at least a day old. There isn’t anything that smells more fresh, there’s no sign of life within the cabin even with how forgetful he was at the volume of his approach.

It isn’t his fault though! He knows he was supposed to be quiet just in case but you distracted him. It doesn’t look like it matters anyway, you’re clearly nowhere to be found. 

Jeongguk’s shoulders drop– all that hope that had been welling up drifts out. A laboured sigh from Jimin behind him, along with a kick to something– when Jeongguk turns his head, he identifies it as a fishing net with brush interlaced with the rope– signals that the others are sure of the same thing. 

“She’s not here.” Even though Jeongguk is on better terms with Jimin than Yoongi, he still would rather not hear him talk right now. It’s not really any fault of his own, but stating the obvious when it’s clear Jeongguk is already irritated? When he can clearly see that you’re not here? It just makes Jeongguk’s teeth clench together a little tighter.

“I can see that.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, one hand closing around the passenger cabin handle. The muscle in his arm straining in preparation for it to resist the movement, for the door to jerk back. 

It doesn’t. It’s unlocked. 

Jeongguk grunts as he stumbles just slightly, not enough to cause worry or for him to actually fall, but enough for his eyes to go wide. One hand reaching to steady himself on the top of the interior doorframe. His shoulders hunching just slightly while a small, growled ‘fuck’ slips from the back of his throat. 

Thank god you aren’t here. That would’ve looked totally uncool.

He grunts, forcing himself to stand straight and only give half checks to his right and left to re-confirm your absence. Even if he wants to see you, he doesn’t want to look so lame. “We’re still checking. Maybe she left something to say where she’s going.”

“Or maybe she’s at her house.” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, the back of his throat itching with a warning growl that wants to be let through. Didn’t Jimin hear Joon? Jeongguk is in charge, he shouldn’t be–

Jeongguk hears a sniffing sound right next to his ear, distracting him. It’s Taehyung taking the chance to scent the inside of the cabin, he guesses. Doesn’t really know what the other is looking for though. All he can smell is a slightly distressed undercurrent to your beta– it’s okay, he knows what you actually are, even if your scent is trying to lie to him– scent, most significantly clinging to the bag lying right across the passenger seat in a heap.

His frown deepens. Probably those two that made you smell like that. Made you scared with no one around to comfort you. There is a 0% chance Jeongguk is going to feel less bitter about it any time soon.

In the back of his head, Jeongguk realises the sniffing has stopped 

He doesn’t offer Jimin any kind of response, instead focusing on the bag. Maybe you had left a map in there? Some supplies? Maybe just anything that would make him feel closer to you?

He should take it, right? That way, when you come home, you won’t be missing whatever's inside. 

His lips purse just slightly, head nodding in agreement as his hand reaches out to grab it. 

Well, he was grabbing it. Now, he’s on the forest floor, his head banging against the surface. Taehyung on top of him, his head pressed into Jeongguk’s throat, not even thinking about letting him up. 

The growls begin to leave Jeongguk instantly, a second nature swelling up to the top. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off of me!” He still won’t let up. He’s keeping Jeongguk pinned with everything he has. Jeongguk can’t see Jimin either. Can only feel the pounding in his head and shoulders from being throttled to the ground. 

Is this a fucking coup or something? Were they just waiting to get Jeongguk alone so he wouldn’t be there to protect you anymore? 

Jeongguk’s growls increase in volume, his limbs thrashing to try and get out from underneath Taehyung. He can’t believe this. He can’t believe they would fucking try something like this.

“Bomb.” Taehyung’s panicked baritone sends a lightning bolt through Jeongguk’s spine. He’s not fighting anymore. “Bomb inside. Bomb in bag. Don’t touch. Don’t touch! Can smell it! Intentional! Bomb! Don’t touch! Don’t!”

There’s…? You left a…? 

Jeongguk looks back towards the car, his entire face morphing into that of complete disbelief.  

You were trying to protect yourself… did you…? They said they didn’t see your car yesterday.. The covering was pulled off to the side, making the truck noticeable. Your footprints were in a clear line in the mud when you could just have easily veered off the beaten path, covered up your trail.

This was on purpose. You were trying to protect yourself if Jimin and Taehyung came– 

What would have happened if Taehyung wasn’t there?

Jeongguk’s blood runs cold. 

Joon doesn’t have a Taehyung at the house. 

His mates can’t smell if the same trap has been laid just beyond the door.

Jeongguk shoves Taehyung off of him, adrenaline pumping through his veins. A newfound strength adorning his features as he manages to rattle the big puppy off. His frame rolling onto its stomach, reaching for the radio in his belt loop as he looks towards the direction of your cottage, his pupils shaky. 

“Joon– Joon! There was a bomb in the truck! Abort the pursuit! Abort it!” His voice is yelling, crackling as it bounces through the radio. 

Time feels like it’s extending itself, 30 seconds morphing into half an hour as he waits for a response. 

There is none.

Shit. Shit. Shit! Shit! SHIT! 

Jeongguk bolts upright, forgetting about the car, leaving it in the past while his mates are in danger in the present. “Fuck! Go! We have to go now!” 

His pheromones, the same ones Joon used last night are unintentionally leaking from his pores, his body already beginning to rush through the tense trees. His head is spinning– he doesn’t know if the others followed. Only that he has to get to the rest of his mates before, before–

The sound rattles the trees, a deep ball of red rising above them. 

Jeongguk freezes, his mind blank as he stares towards the distance in awe. 

If it wasn’t his mates you were targeting, he would think you’re incredible. But right now, you’re not a thought in his mind. He’ll be upset with himself later over that fact. The fact of the matter, he knows where his bonds lie. He knows how much they’re in pain.  

You didn’t know it was them. You don’t know it’s your soulmates. You’re just so scared, just so… everything hurts. His body is on fire. 4 spots across his form are radiating a pain he’s never felt before. 

It hurts so bad. 

So bad. 

He wants to crumple to the floor. He wants to sob. He doesn’t know what to do. 

“Get a fucking hold of yourself!!” Oh, Jimin’s screaming at him. He wonders when that started. When the shorter of the two grabbed his shoulders and began shaking him, when the look in his eyes became so deadly that they lost all of their spark.

The slap to his face stings, but he’s thankful for it. It finally brings him back to the moment, finally forces him to do what he needs to do. 

“Stupid purebred! Fucking move! You’re useless to them if you can’t even do that!” Jimin’s shouting should sting, but it doesn’t in the slightest. He knows the words are true. 

Jeongguk is running again, faster than he thinks he’s run in his entire life. He doesn’t really remember the rest of the interaction with Jimin, his memories feel jumbled. He knows at one point Jimin began dragging him towards the house, then he remembers overtaking Taehyung on his own while running. 

The sight he sees when he finally reaches the cabin is one he’ll never forget. 

He’s so lucky he’s never had the experience of his mates being in abject danger before. He doesn’t know if he could ever take feeling like this again.

The house, what's left of it, is up in flames. Wood panels have been blown off the side, half of the covered porch has caved in upon itself. 

His chest heaves as he finally spots his pack. His soulmates. The ones he loves the most in the world. Namjoon’s form is on top of Seokjin and Hoseok’s bodies, looking like he pushed them out of the way just in time. Wood scattered debris lays around them still burning bright, though none directly on top.

A whizz of air passes by Jeongguk, Jimin’s shorter form running past him in the direction of Yoongi.

Yoongi. 

Jimin is hauling a piece of burning wood off Yoongi’s stomach, his hands shaking his shoulders. His voice is yelling, but Jeongguk can’t really hear it. At some point he began to move, too. His body acting for him while his mind remains scattered. 

His arms haul Namjoon off of the others, it’s clear all of them are injured– they’ll need to get medical attention when they get home. Seokjin, as much as he wants to, likely won’t be in the state to provide it. Jeongguk will yell at him if he tries.

Taehyung frame finally joins Joengguk too, following his lead in grabbing Seokjin instead, propping his body up rather than continuing to let him lay against the forest floor. From Jeongguk’s extremely limited medical knowledge, he knows his knee looks bad. But so does Hoseok’s shoulder. And god, Jeongguk has never been more thankful for the fire-resistant lining of the gear they wore today. He can’t imagine what the state of Namjoon’s back would be without it. 

“Hyung! Hyung!” Jeongguk hears his voice, but he doesn’t remember willing it to sound. He finds himself in the same place as Jimin, his hands shaking the pack alpha's shoulders, trying to wake him from his passed out state.

Fuck. If only he was faster getting to the truck, if only Taehyung was able to tell him sooner none of this would have happened! He would have been able to tell them and, and, and– 

“”M fine.” Jeongguk feels air enter him for the first time at the sound of Joon’s voice, even if it does sound a little weak. When Joon wheezes, his heart still pangs, “‘M fine. No one died. Take care of the others, they need it more.” 

Jeongguk has never wanted to sob more in his life from relief. 

The relief is short-lived when his eyes shift towards Seokjin being coddled by Taehyung.

Hoseok has propped himself up, too. He’s looking off in the distance. 

He’s smiling. 

You know, when Hoseok said he wasn’t interested in having an omega, you didn’t have to go and be such a fucking brat about it. 

Yeah, yeah. Sure. Whatever. He was going to let his packmates have their new little toy until they got bored of it– he didn’t mind. Pretty pussy is pretty pussy, and alphas have their urges. Hoseok has never minded sharing a beta between a few of them for a night in the past, though that stopped when Jimin joined and started killing them. 

Hoseok still didn’t really care. 

He didn’t have any loyalties to them. Didn’t wanna bite them. They were just for fun.

If the youngest wanted a new pet, he wouldn’t deny him. He bets he would look cute staring at you like you were the world. Teetering after you while Hoseok had his.. Fun. 

He wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of playing with you, too. Again, pretty pussy. 

And sure, Hoseok never really cared much for the second gender that seems so– his upper lip wants to curl– mystifying, almost like mythical creatures with their decline. He remembers even back in school when he was learning about them, being bored out of his mind. 

Everything about them just seemed so boring.

Helpless. 

Culling. 

Too much work for what? Something that just likes to sit around the house all day pretty? God, sounds like his fucking nightmare.

Hoseok has always thrived on the exciting. On whatever could get his blood pumping the fastest. 

It’s what Namjoon promised him. The alpha never did disappoint. 

Months ago, when Namjoon first came to him about the idea of getting an omega, Hoseok thought that it might be the first time he would. He never expected a desire so… simple, baseline… traditional, from the pack alpha. He agreed, sure, but he didn’t expect anything from it. Thought that the alpha might finally be becoming boring. 

He should be admonishing his past self for ever doubting him, but his present self feels high as a kite. 

This is certainly a motherfucking treat.

Even with the pain radiating from his shoulder socket– it’s definitely popped out– he doesn’t deny it. His tongue, despite its pain from biting through the meaty flesh during the blast, runs over his teeth. Copper tang in every breath he breathes. 

Awwwww, and you planned it all yourself, huh? Laid out a little bomb to catch the wolves in a trap? What an adorable little doe, thinking you could be big. 

He raises himself up on his forearms, flinching a little at the weight put onto his shoulder. He should be screaming from it now, right? That’s what anyone else would do. His cock is hard.

“Hyung! Hyung!” Shit. He really can’t hear now. Most of it just rings. Call it love the way he was still able to hear Jeongguk through it. Whatever. It’ll come back soon. He’s got other things to focus on. 

His eyes continue to scan the tree line, looking for something. He’s not sure what. 

He’ll find out soon. 

Ha, you really did a number on all of them, huh? Did alllllllll of this just for them? Wow, you must really care. You must really want Hoseok to think you’re worth it, huh? That you’re better than all those other little omegas out there?

You want him? That's the message you were trying to send, huh? That you want a chase? 

You’re fucking lucky Hoseok loves them. You want him to love you, too? Are you ready for something like that? You really think so?

His lips crack open, a splash of red coating the inside edge. Another trail of blood running down his cheek from where he nosedived into the dirt. 

You wanted his attention? That’s why you pulled this bratty little stunt? Well now you have it. 

He sees a glint of light in the distance, way beyond the trees. Light reflecting off of glass. Binoculars, huh? Cute. 

His smile grows, blood on his teeth. The taste of copper still coming through on his punctured tongue. His canines have never been more excited to bite. 

Found you, baby. 

Let’s play red riding hood. 

“Boom.” 

Your voice is soft, cusping just on the edge of the wind. Certainly nowhere near as loud as the sound that just permeated the forest, but felt as though it was even greater than it. A beautiful, radiating fire lighting the trees in the distance, a new glow.

On your face rests a satisfied, self serving smile. 

You, and your predictions, had been right. They came back. 

Now, there was no way you could be certain it was the same alphas that came to destroy you yesterday, of course not. It would be silly to completely presume but… it was nice to think it was, anyway. Had your legs feeling lighter as they rest against the wooden edge of the fire escape, your body slumped against the high-back stool that you just so happened to find in the fire tower. 

Ha. Fire tower. Ironic. 

Either way, you knew they would be back, and now they knew the consequences of doing such a thing, even if it is a pity the second bomb hadn’t gone off alongside the first.

The corner of your lips quirk a little higher, hand finally reaching to grab the binoculars from their place hanging against the chair. The cool metal raising to your eyes, allowing you to see even more of the beauty you had just created. 

Mmm, the view isn’t too much better– you suppose you did walk pretty far– but still. The act of seeing everything is divine. Your house, the place you had crafted for years, may now be in shambles, but so are the alphas. Poor things. 

Well, you’ll build your life back better, anyway. Every new start has become more and more easy. Lessons have taught you the proper steps, especially the steps to properly disappear. That everyone should have the tools and the knowledge to make an out if need be. 

Your bottom lip perks out in a bit of a mocking pout, head tilting to the side as the fire begins to grow. It won’t make it far, you know that. The conditions aren’t great for it to actually spiral, but it feels prophetic almost. It feels perfect.

Leave no witnesses.

Mhm, and after they saw your nest, you knew you had to. Fixed up the house to make it look like you were planning on trying to stay, left your car uncovered as a second honeypot. Disabled your trip wires to make it seem like you didn’t know what you were doing. Packed all the suppressants you could. Made sure to leave a little trail to each. 

Agitated clucking sounds from your left, drawing you out of your thoughts. The binoculars leaving your eyes as your head twists down towards her, instead. 

Ah. Of course, there was Cheryl, too. 

To be honest, you tried to leave her. To let her go back to the woods and live with the wild flock but… she wouldn’t stop following you.

Pack has to stick together, you suppose.

“Shhhh, shhh shh…” Your fingers slowly stroke down Cheryl's back, her plumage puffed up from the noise that rang throughout the forest. “You gotta be quiet. They could be watching us back.” 

You stand from your spot, moving back towards the interior of the little fire tower. One hand scooping up Cheryl from her tummy, the other slinging your pack over your shoulder. A continued soft hushing leaving as you walk. 

You have no plans of unpacking, you’d be leaving this location soon enough. 

A small buzzing sensation runs through your entire being, the aftereffects of your successful plan still migrating through every one of your nerves, lighting each up like little stars in little galaxies. 

Your lips curl once again, little sharpened canines hanging from below your upper lip, the corner of your smile tweaking upwards. “Well, if they’re still alive, that is.”

chapter 4 <- index -> chapter 6

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"oh, these weren't homemade. they were made in a factory. a bomb factory."

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I am desperate to hear all of your thoughts on this chapter-- it really is my favourite one that I've written so far. Especially now that we have 6/8 povs unlocked for the main cast... mwahahah, hoseok is certainly a treat, isn't he? I have full confidence you will either hate him, or think he is entirely too hot (i am of the later group lmao, I know what I am) (a freak, if that wasn't clear LMAO)

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HEESEUNG

The cold settles into the apartment differently at night. You feel it the most when you slip into the bedroom, the air biting at your skin, making you shiver before you’ve even reached the bed.

Heeseung notices immediately. He always does.

He’s already half-asleep, curled under the comforter with his hair mussed and his breathing slow. But the second you lift the corner of the blanket, he stirs, eyes blinking open, soft and heavy, finding you instantly even through the dark.

“Cold?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

You don’t even get a chance to answer before he’s reaching for you, one arm sliding around your waist, the other guiding your face into the warm curve of his throat. His body heat is immediate, melting, the kind that seeps straight through your bones.

Heeseung exhales a quiet, relieved sound and pulls the blanket higher around both of you.

“Should’ve come to bed sooner,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead. “You know I run warm.”

You breathe against his collarbone, letting the warmth swallow you up. His thumb traces slow circles into your back, tendrils of heat curling wherever he touches, grounding you in that lazy, affectionate way he only ever shows when it’s just the two of you in the dark.

Your cold foot brushes his shin and he flinches, then groans dramatically.

“You’re freezing,” he mumbles, but he’s already hooking a leg around yours, tugging you even closer until you’re practically tangled beneath him. “Come here. Like—here. All the way.”

He positions you exactly where he likes you: chest to chest, your head tucked beneath his, his arms wrapped tight like he’s trying to shield you from winter itself.

His heartbeat evens out. His breathing slows. You feel the warmth settle between you, lazy and soft and impossibly safe.

Heeseung presses one last kiss into your hair, his voice fading into that half-conscious place where he’s too tired to think and too in love to hide it.

“Stay right here,” he whispers. “I sleep better when you’re here.”

He’s asleep again before you can respond—still holding you, still wrapped around you, still radiating heat like he was made to thaw you out.

JAY

The bedroom is dim except for the faint spill of hallway light streaming under the door, just enough to paint him in soft edges when you slip inside. Jay’s already curled up on his side, one arm tucked beneath his pillow, hair falling over his forehead in that perfect, unfair way he manages even while asleep.

You try to climb in quietly. Really, you do.

But the mattress dips, your teeth chatter once—once—and his eyes open instantly.

He lifts his head. “You’re shaking.”

It’s not a question; more of an accusation, really.

Before you can protest, Jay’s sitting up, grabbing the comforter with one hand and reaching for you with the other. He moves with that efficient, purposeful gentleness of his.

“Come here,” he mutters, guiding you toward him until you’re tucked directly against his chest. “Why are you this cold? Did you forget your sweater again?”

You open your mouth to deny it, but he gives you a look—soft, raised brow, the one that tells you he already knows the truth and he’s only letting you speak for the theatrics.

You sigh. “It’s in here, I didn’t wanna wake you up by coming in to get it…”

Jay exhales through his nose, something like a laugh, and buries his hand beneath the blanket. His fingers find your waist, sliding over icy skin, and he winces like he’s just been electrocuted.

“Jeez,” he says quietly. “You should’ve told me you were cold, I coulda warmed you up.”

You snort against his chest, and Jay pretends he didn’t smile.

He pulls the comforter higher around your shoulders and then wraps himself around you fully—arms tightening, legs hooking over yours, chest firm and steady at your back. His warmth is slow but heavy, radiating the way he always does, like he’s built for this exact moment.

You feel him settle behind you, his chin resting in your hair.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, his voice barely awake now.

He rubs your arms in slow strokes—long, even lines that pull the cold out of your skin inch by inch. Every so often, he tucks the blanket closer around you, making sure there isn’t a single draft slipping in.

Eventually, when your shaking finally eases, he presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Better?” he murmurs. You nod, and Jay relaxes, pulling you tighter.

“Good,” he breathes, already fading back into sleep. “Next time, just take one of my hoodies. It’s why I buy so many.”

He falls fully asleep like that; arms locked around you, body shielding yours from the cold, warmth settling over you in quiet, steady waves.

JAKE

Jake’s the kind of warm that feels alive. He’s got a soft, humming heat that radiates from his skin like he’s permanently sunlit. So the moment you slip into the room, wrapped in the kind of chill that makes your fingers numb, he notices before you even speak.

He’s sprawled diagonally across the bed, blanket half-kicked down, hair a fluffy mess against the pillow. The heater’s doing absolutely nothing, breath visible in the air, but Jake? Jake looks like he could sleep through a snowstorm.

You nudge him gently. “Jake?”

He groans, turns toward the sound of your voice—and as soon as his hand brushes your wrist, he jerks fully awake.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, horrified. “You’re ice.”

You laugh, but your teeth click together, and his expression twists.

“No. Nope. Come here.”

He pulls the blanket back with one hand and reaches for you with the other, tugging you into the warm circle of his body like he’s reeling in a runaway pillow. You land half on his chest, and Jake wraps himself around you immediately—arms, legs, everything.

You let out a soft gasp at the abrupt heat, and he shushes you tenderly, nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice still thick from sleep. “Just—just stay right here a minute.”

His hands wander under the blanket, rubbing warmth into your arms, then your waist, then down your thighs. Each touch is lazy and familiar, the kind of instinctive affection Jake gives without thinking, like breathing.

After a moment, he pauses.

“…you’re still cold…?”

You mumble something about it being fine, but Jake’s already adjusting, pulling the comforter up to your ears and lifting his knee to tuck it in around your hip. He shifts again, tucking your feet between his calves, and hums in satisfaction when you shiver at the contact.

“Better,” he says definitively, like he’s solved winter.

His hand finds your cheek, thumb stroking lightly. You can feel him smiling, soft and sleepy, as your body finally starts to thaw against his.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “This is much better, isn’t it?”

You bury your face against his chest, warmth sinking into you like a slow sunrise. Jake’s breathing evens out, deep and steady, the kind that always lulls you into matching him.

When you finally stop shivering, Jake lets out a tiny, relieved sigh.

“See?” he mumbles. “Told you I could help.”

He’s half-asleep again by the end of it, arms locked tight around you, blanket tangled around both your bodies, keeping the cold as far from you as possible.

SUNGHOON

The room feels colder than it should, brushing against your skin sharply. You slip inside anyway, shutting the door behind you, hoping Sunghoon’s already asleep so you won’t wake him.

He isn’t.

He’s lying on his back, one arm under the pillow, phone dim and abandoned beside him. His eyes lift the moment you enter, dark and soft in the low light.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod, but the way your your arms are wrapped around yourself gives you away. Sunghoon sits up without hesitation, blanket falling from his chest in a slow cascade.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

You crawl in next to him, and he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, guiding you until you fit neatly against his side. His arm slides around your shoulders, slow and secure, pulling you under the blanket with him.

His warmth hits you all at once. Gentle and steady and somehow so much stronger than his cool exterior ever suggests.

“You’re freezing,” he says, voice quiet with concern.

Your forehead finds the seam of his collarbone, and he exhales, long and soft, like the tension leaves him the moment he feels you settle. He shifts again, tucking the blanket higher, angling his body so more of him is pressed against you.

Without meaning to, you shiver.

Sunghoon’s grip tightens instantly. “Hey,” he breathes, “come closer.”

You already are, but he pulls you in gently by the waist until there’s no space left between you. His legs slot around yours, his nose brushing your temple as he settles into the new position.

“That’s better,” he whispers, sounding almost relieved.

His thumb draws lazy circles into your arm, slow enough to make your eyelids heavy. The cold recedes with each passing second, replaced by the soft press of his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

Sunghoon isn’t loud about comfort—he never has been. But the way he holds you now, warming every place your skin meets his, feels like its own quiet confession.

“You have to tell me when you’re cold like this,” he murmurs, voice warm and almost shy. “I don’t like seeing you shake.”

You nuzzle closer, and he lets out a small, barely-there laugh—the kind he only gives you when he’s too tired to hide it.

“There you go,” he whispers. He presses a soft kiss to your hair, then another.

“Closer,” he repeats, even though you’re already curled into him completely.

Your eyes slowly flutter closed, and you feel the warmth wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, drifting to sleep.

SUNOO

The second you open the bedroom door, a wave of warm air greets you; it’s soft, sweet, almost golden. Sunoo has the heater on, the fairy lights humming softly, the blankets stacked in fluffy layers like he’s preparing for a blizzard

He looks up from where he’s curled beneath the comforter, cheeks flushed, hair messy in the cutest way. “You’re finally here,” he says, voice soft and bright at the same time. Then his smile falters a little. “Honey…?”

“What?”

He squints at you—eyes narrowing, lips pushing into a pout. “I can see your lips are turning blue from over here.”

Before you can explain, he’s already shoving the comforter open and holding his arms out in a dramatic sweep.

“Come,”

You laugh, but the cold clings stubbornly to your skin, and the promise of his warmth is impossible to resist. As soon as you slip under the blankets, Sunoo wraps himself around you like he’s been waiting all night, arms circling your shoulders, legs tucking around yours, nose brushing your cheek in a soft nuzzle.

The warmth hits instantly, blooming over your skin in slow waves.

“Oh my god,” he gasps, pulling back just enough to press his hands to your cheeks. “You’re actually freezing. Why were you walking around like this?”

You try to defend yourself, but Sunoo cuts you off with a tiny scolding noise and pulls you flush against his chest again. His hands slip under the blanket, rubbing your arms with quick, determined strokes.

“We’re fixing this,” he declares, voice gentle but firm. “Right now.”

You melt into him, letting his warmth stretch across your back, your hands, your neck. His skin glows against yours, always warm like he carries his own little sun beneath the surface.

“You’re tense,” he whispers, noticing the way your shoulders tremble. His fingertips trace light patterns down your spine, soft and tender. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

Another shiver runs through you, and Sunoo tightens his hold instantly, pulling the comforter over your head like he’s protecting you from the world.

“Perfect,” he hums when you settle. “See? Much better. You’re warming up already.”

You tilt your face toward his, and he meets you halfway, brushing a soft kiss across your forehead—warm, lingering, loving.

“Next time,” he says quietly, “you come to me right away, okay? I like taking care of you.”

He tucks you closer, sighing contentedly as the cold finally slips away.

“Just stay with me,” Sunoo murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ll keep you warm.”

JUNGWON

Jungwon always sleeps curled up on his side, arms tucked close, blanket pulled to his chin. He looks small like that, peaceful, the soft rise and fall of his breathing barely disturbing the quiet of the room.

You try to slip into bed without waking him, but the cold radiating off of your skin gives you away. The mattress shifts. You freeze. And then—

“…y/n?”

His voice is thick with sleep, warm in the dark. He blinks up at you, eyes fuzzy, hair a soft halo around his face.

“You’re cold,” he says immediately, like he can feel it from a distance.

Before you can reassure him, he’s already pushing himself up on one elbow, lifting the blanket with the other hand.

“Come here.”

You slide in next to him, and Jungwon pulls you against his chest without hesitation—arms wrapping around your waist, chin fitting into the crook of your shoulder like this is muscle memory.

The heat of him hits you slowly at first, then all at once. He’s warm in that steady, grounding way, like he runs on a constant quiet glow meant just for nights like this.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against your skin, fingers spreading across your back to rub slow circles. “Why didn’t you come sooner?”

You mumble something about not wanting to wake him, but Jungwon only sighs, tightening his hold.

“You can always wake me,” he whispers. “Always.”

His thumb grazes up and down your arm, gentle and patient, warming the chill out of your muscles inch by inch. He shifts closer, hooking one leg over yours to share even more heat, making sure you’re cocooned on all sides.

You feel the cold start to melt, replaced by the steady thrum of his heartbeat under your ear.

After a moment, Jungwon’s voice softens further—barely a whisper now, full of sleepy affection.

“Stay like this,” he says. “You know, I sleep better when you’re here.”

You breathe out, finally relaxing into him, and he hums quietly, satisfied. His fingers slip under the hem of your shirt to trace slow, soothing lines up your spine, letting warmth pool wherever he touches.

When the last of your shivers fade, Jungwon presses a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep you warm.”

RIKI

The lights are off when you walk in, the room quiet except for the soft rustling of blankets as Riki shifts in his sleep. He’s curled up on his side, one hand tucked under his cheek, hair falling messily across his eyes. He looks younger like this; peaceful and soft around the edges, his emo charade abandoned.

You tiptoe around the bed, trying not to disturb him, but the cold clings to you too visibly.

You slide under the covers as gently as possible.

It doesn’t matter.

Riki stirs immediately.

A sleepy groan, a stretch, then—

“…why’re you so cold?”

You freeze. “…I’m not.”

He makes a tired, unimpressed noise into his pillow and reaches for you blindly, palm patting around until he finds your arm. The second he touches your skin, he jerks back like he’s touched ice.

“Woah—okay. No. Come here.”

He’s fully awake in an instant, scooting closer without even opening his eyes. He hooks an arm around your waist and drags you toward him with zero hesitation, zero grace.

You yelp softly at the sudden movement.

“Shh,” he mumbles, finally blinking up at you through messy hair. “It’s late.”

He presses his forehead to your shoulder and exhales, warm breath blooming against your cold skin. One leg tangles with yours, half pinning you in place, half warming you on instinct.

“Why didn’t you just get in bed?” he asks, voice soft, a little pouty. “You know I’m warm.”

You laugh under your breath. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You did wake me,” he counters, tugging the blanket up over both your heads, trapping you in a warm little cocoon with him. “And you were cold the whole time. That’s worse.”

He settles against you, arms tightening around your middle until you’re flush against his chest. The warmth spreads almost instantly, slow and heavy and so much more soothing than he probably realizes. Riki sighs, content now, cheek pressed to your back.

“There,” he murmurs. “Just stay like that.”

As the cold drains from your body, your breathing evens out, and Riki shifts again, just enough to tuck his chin over your shoulder, mouth brushing your jaw in the faintest, sleepiest kiss.

“Next time,” he whispers, already falling back asleep, “don’t be dumb. Wake me.”

His arms stay locked around you, soft but unmovable, keeping every inch of you warm.

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It feels like the kitchen is blanketed by a cloud of tense air – one that electrifies the moment Jimin extends his hand past Taehyung's plate to reach for the salt. The low, short growl that immediately echoes within the walls of the kitchen makes you freeze, your skin instinctively breaking out in goosebumps at the guttural sound. Jimin's hand halts midair, his eyes flickering straight to Namjoon's fangs poking just past his lips.

"Right," Jimin huffs, ears flattening on his head, "sorry."

The annoyed flick of his tail behind his back tells you that he probably isn't, but he knows better than to argue with a protective alpha near his rut.

The wolf hybrid's golden eyes track Jimin's fingers as he slowly brings them back to his side, not even blinking until they're out of Taehyung's personal space. He shakes his head lightly once the perceived threat to his pack is gone, mumbling a gruff half-apology for startling the table.

You let out a slow breath, loosening the tight grip on your spoon. You catch yourself picking up your own pace as you eat, mirroring the others. The sooner you all finish eating, the sooner everyone has a chance to escape to their own corners of the house. You can tell Namjoon is itching to drag his packmates back to their room, their den, where it's safe.

"You guys can go first, we'll clean up everything," You say once the plates are scraped clean, giving the canines the out you know Namjoon is looking for. You're not quite sure why they insisted on one final shared dinner before their rut, but you do like to think that perhaps they've come to enjoy the familiarity and routine more than they realize themselves.

"Thank you," Namjoon shoots to his feet, nearly knocking his chair over, as he quickly corals Taehyung and Hoseok towards the door. He makes sure his packmates are out of sight from the kitchen before he pauses, tail tucking between his legs. Namjoon gives you a look over his shoulder, his back tense as if expecting a blow, as he softly asks, "Will you be joining us?"

"Of course," You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. "I just need to clean up here and take a shower first. I won't be long. Promise."

Namjoon's tail gives a few wags, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he nods and says, "Thank you. We'll, uh, get everything ready for you."

Yoongi is the first to break the silence once Namjoon closes the door to their room with a soft click. "God, it reeks in here."

"Seriously?" You roll your eyes at the over-the-top expression of disgust on his face.

"Yeah," Jeongguk grimaces, jumping out of his chair to open the window above the sink. You can see his tail quiver as he breathes in some fresh air, "They have a very um, strong, scent."

"It's abrasive." Seokjin adds with a wince as he starts collecting some of the plates on the table. "It's supposed to be. It's there to chase away those you don't want to spend it with."

"It's even worse because they're not mated yet," Jimin interjects. "It's like a stink bomb went off in here."

"I don't remember you being this appalled by Seokjin and Jeongguk's scent before their rut. Did they smell better because they're mated?" You direct your question at Jimin and Yoongi, not missing the quick glance that passes between them.

Yoongi shrugs. "Yes and no? That does help, but preys just smell much milder overall." He bites the inside of his cheek, a small furrow appearing between his brows as he admits, "Honestly, I think we were too worried to really notice it."

"Ah Jeongguk, did you hear that?" Seokjin whispers loudly, plastering himself over the bunny hybrid's back with a dramatic swoon. "Yoongi-chi was concerned about us. What a sweet kitty."

"Shut up," Yoongi hisses. He swats at Jimin's arm as his packmate snickers at him behind his hand, mumbling something about betrayal as he moves to clear off the final dishes from the table.

Jeongguk lets out a giggle, cheeks flushed as he sweetly says, "Thank you for being worried, Yoongi hyung."

You have to stifle your own laughter as Yoongi nearly trips, his feline reflexes just enough to keep him crashing into the counter. You can tell that the way his tail bristles is more for show than anything else, his voice taking on a softer tilt as he grumbles, "S'nothing."

"Ah, Y/n–" Seokjin waddles over with Jeongguk still trapped in his arms, grinning at how the bunny hybrid pretends to break out of his hold. "We'll make sure to provide all the meals you need and leave them outside of the door. I'm sure the boys have everything else ready, but just let us know if there's anything you need."

"That's very sweet, thank you," You rest your hand on Seokjin's cheek, giving the hamster hybrid a peck. You quickly duck down with a smile as you hear Jeongguk's whine, giving him a kiss too. You let yourself be pulled into the bunny hybrid's arms, the angle a little awkward, but sweet nonetheless. Your heart feels a little heavy knowing you won't be able to see them for a few days, but you know they can care for themselves and each other well at this point. You'll just miss them.

"Hyung and I are going to sleep in the living room. We figure it'd be best to give all of you some space." Jeongguk mumbles against your skin, rubbing his nose against your cheek.

"That's not going to be very comfortable, why can't you just sleep in my–"

Your idea is turned down by four voices at once. "No," Seokjin shakes his head. "We'll be fine in the living room. We'll be closer that way."

"Alright, if you insist."

You give both of them another peck before Seokjin wrangles Jeongguk away, letting the cat hybrids have their own turn at kissing you goodnight.

Jimin slides up to you with an exaggerated pout, batting his eyes all pretty until you give in and pull him in for a kiss. Soft purrs erupt in his chest as you stroke the nape of his neck, his lips eventually trailing their way down your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "Wish I could mark you up," He sighs, brushing his lips against your collarbone, "But I'd like to keep all of my nine lives intact so I'll refrain. For now."

"Is that a promise?" You grin. Based on the smirk Jimin gives you in return, you know you're going to have one hell of a time trying to make your neck look presentable once he's done with you. That is, if there's any skin left for him to even mark after you spent the next two days with the canines.

"Stop hogging her, she needs to get ready," Yoongi pulls Jimin back by his shirt, sending the disgruntled younger cat hybrid off with a pat on his ass.

Yoongi pulls you into a firm hug, layering his scent on top of Jimin and Jeongguk's even though he knows it's going to get washed off soon. The instinct to lay some kind of claim is too great, especially when he knows you're spending the night with another pack. He leans back, giving you a kiss that feels much too short before he says, "Just call for us and we'll be right there, whatever the reason."

"Thank you," You nod, pulling him back in for another brief kiss.

You know it's time to slip away when Jeongguk starts whining about getting another kiss – you'll never escape if they do.

A soft "sleep well" falls from your lips as you make your way to the door, but fingers – Seokjin's – wrap around your wrist, holding you in place for just a moment longer. He leans in close, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "Be a good girl." 

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreading down your neck and making the tips of your ears burn. You duck your head with a squeak, ignoring the low, pleased chuckle he lets out at your reaction. You slip your hand free, scurrying out of the room before the others can catch on to Seokjin's little comment. You're already flustered enough as it is, thank you very much.

You take a quick shower, adjusting the temperature until it's almost too hot to bear. The scalding water beats down on you as you work quickly but thoroughly, scrubbing away the day and any lingering scents clinging to your skin. Despite the steam that billows around the bathroom as you rinse, you find that your fingers tremble so hard it makes you fumble with the shower knob – a mixture of anticipation and nerves that has the butterflies in your stomach thrashing about. This isn't your first experience with a rut, but being with someone new always carries an air of vulnerability. Still, as you wrap yourself in a towel, you take a steadying breath. The boys have shown nothing but care and compassion for you so far and you know this will be no different. If anything, they're probably just as nervous to have someone new join them for their rut.

After slipping into a soft, oversized t-shirt, you make your way downstairs, your footsteps barely audible against the floorboards. The door to the canines' room is cracked open, and you can hear the gentle rumble of voices inside—low, hesitant.

You pause by the doorway, your pulse racing beneath your skin, and draw in a steadying breath. You can do this. You want to do this.

Gently, you push the door open. The room is dimly lit, warm and inviting and so them. You haven't been able to spend much time in the boys' rooms lately, with work and other obligations pulling you away, limiting your time spent beyond the common rooms in the house. Your heart does a happy squeeze at what you see – posters and pictures on what used to be bare walls, pillows and blankets covering almost every surface for maximum comfort and items carefully scattered about in a way you know is intentional. They finally feel comfortable – at home – and that's all you ever wanted.

The moment you cross the threshold, three sets of eyes are on you, warm and waiting. Taehyung is the first to move, crossing the small space in two strides to bury his face in your neck. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you close as he breathes you in, nose brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You smell clean," he murmurs, not unhappily, just stating facts. "We'll fix that."

"Taehyung," Hoseok chides, gently pulling on one of the fox hybrid's ears as he joins the embrace from behind. His chest presses against your back, steady and solid, grounding. You feel the flutter of his heartbeat through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Namjoon hovers at the edge, watching with soft eyes, until you reach out and tug him in. He comes willingly, slotting himself against your side with a quiet, relieved sigh. They take turns scenting you, rubbing their cheeks against your shoulders, your throat, your wrists. Marking you as theirs, as pack, at least for the coming days.

Taehyung is the first to pull back, his auburn tail swishing playfully side to side as he says, "Water and snacks are on the desk over there. There's some towels too."

"Though," he adds with a sly grin, glancing at Namjoon, "You probably won't need them. Hyung likes it when it gets a little messy."

"That's not-" Namjoon's ears flatten, then perk forward again, betraying him. A flush creeps up his neck. "I just like how strong the scents get. When we're all mixed together, y'know?"

"Sure," You concede, trying (and failing) to suppress a snort at how flustered he sounds.

"Fair warning, Hobi hyung likes to be in control when our rut hits," Taehyung adds, his tail swishing with barely contained amusement. You decide it's better to ignore the image your brain so helpfully conjures up, trying to suppress the warmth that spreads through your belly.

All of that is for tomorrow. Tonight is for rest.

Their rut hasn't officially begun, but the pre-rut tension has been wearing on them for days. You can see it in the tightness around their eyes, the way they lean into each other and you for support.

"I think it's time for bed," You gently say, steering them toward the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets. "Everything else can wait."

They go easily, too tired to even consider anything else. Taehyung crawls in first, patting the space beside him. You climb in after him, getting yourself situated in the middle of the bed. You figure the boys will just move you wherever they see fit – it's their nest, so you want them to be comfortable.

Hoseok hesitates at the edge of the bed, fingers catching on the hem of his shirt. The self-consciousness is subtle, but you catch the way his shoulders curve inward, the slight tremor in his hands.

When he finally lifts the fabric over his head, he doesn't meet your gaze. You look at him, see the lean muscle of his torso, the faint scars that decorate his skin. His tail is tucked tight against his legs, the tip trembling slightly.

"Oh Hobi," You say softly. "Come here."

He sinks onto the bed beside you, and you take his hand, tracing the calluses on his palm with your thumb.

"I'm proud of you," You say, keeping your voice low enough that the others have to lean in to hear. Taehyung props his chin on your shoulder, soft hair tickling your neck. Namjoon settles against the headboard, watching with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I know it’s not easy, but I’m so glad you trust me with this." You squeeze his hand.

Hoseok's breath catches. His eyes shine in the dim light, wet and grateful, and he ducks his head to hide the emotion you already saw.

"Thank you," He whispers, rough around the edges. His golden tail gives a small wag.

"Thank you," You correct, and press a kiss to his temple.

The bed shifts as Namjoon finally gives in to gravity, stretching out on Hoseok's other side with a rumbling yawn. Taehyung wiggles down until he's level with you, tangling his legs with yours, his tail thumping lazy beats against the mattress.

You settle between Taehyung and Hoseok, Namjoon's hand finding yours across Hoseok's waist. The pack breathes around you, slow and synchronized, their warmth seeping into your bones.

"Sleep well," Namjoon mumbles, already half-gone, his nose buried in Hoseok's hair.

"Goodnight," You murmur, fitting yourself under Hoseok's jaw.

Tomorrow, the rut will take them. But tonight, there is only the steady rhythm of Taehyung's heartbeat against your back, the soft puffs of Hoseok's breath against your hair, and Namjoon's pleased deep rumblings to lull you to sleep.

The whimpering starts just before dawn. Soft, desperate, right against your ear. You blink awake in the dark, sheets rustling as Namjoon shifts beside you. Hoseok must have shifted in the middle of the night, moving you closer to the wolf hybrid.

Namjoon's breath comes in short, shaky bursts, his body radiating enough heat for you to feel it even though you're not touching. Despite the dim light, you can see the flush spreading down his chest, the sheen of sweat on his throat, the way his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching like he's trying to hold something back.

"Joon?" You whisper.

"Sorry," He rumbles, and his voice is wrecked already, rough and broken. "Sorry, I didn't-it's starting."

You push up on one elbow. His eyes catch the gray morning light, blown wide and glassy, pupils blown so large the warm brown barely shows. His hips twitch upward, seeking friction, and the outline of his cock strains against the cotton, thick and obvious.

"Do you want help?"

His gaze meets yours, and there's something feral in it, something that makes your breath catch. "Please."

You tug his boxers down, and his cock springs free, flushed dark and wet at the tip, curving up toward his stomach, the base already thickening. He groans as the cool air hits him, and you can hear the soft thump of his tail against the mattress.

As you move to straddle him, Namjoon sits up in a rush, hands gripping your hips with surprising strength. He pulls you forward onto his thigh instead, your core settling against the firm muscle, and grinds you down as he kisses you, his cock hot and hard against your hip. You gasp against his lips, overwhelmed by how desperate he already feels. Maybe you'd be embarrassed by how quickly it turns you on if Namjoon wasn't just as needy.

You let your hands explore his body, mapping out the feel of his chest, his shoulders, the way his back muscles move as he guides your hips. The wolf hybrid sets a rhythm that you almost struggle to follow, still a little dazed from just having woken up.

Namjoon moves his lips down your throat, scenting your neck as he rolls your clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. Your underwear is already drenched and you're doing all you can to stifle your moans as the friction builds. It's still early – too early – to wake the others up if you can help it, and yet–

"Well," Hoseok's voice is rough with sleep and something else, "That's quite the wake-up call."

You freeze in surprise, but Namjoon's grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips, keeping you moving against his thigh.

"Hoseok," He whines, and the sound is pure need, desperate and raw.

"Don't stop on my account."

The mattress dips as Hoseok moves closer, and the look in his eyes seems almost more predatory than the wolf in front of you.

"Grind on him," He instructs, low and firm, watching you with dark eyes. "Get yourself there first, Y/n."

You roll your hips harder, the friction perfect, the pressure of Namjoon's cock against your hip a tease that makes you whimper. The rhythm builds slowly, each rock of your hips dragging a ragged breath from your lungs. Namjoon's hands steady you, his own hips pushing up to meet yours even through the layers still between you.

Hoseok's hand slides down, wrapping around Namjoon, stroking him in time with your movements. The dual sensation, the slide of your clothed heat against Namjoon's hip and the wet sound of Hoseok's fist working him, sends sparks up your spine. Namjoon's head falls back, throat exposed, whines turning to broken, guttural moans that vibrate through his chest into yours.

Your orgasm builds like a wave you can't outrun, pressure coiling tight in your belly. You chase it, hips stuttering, grinding down harder, faster, until the friction hits exactly right and your vision whites out. You cry out, shuddering through the pulse of release, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest as aftershocks ripple through you.

Hoseok's hand stills, thumb lingering at Namjoon's base. He watches you come down, breath still uneven, pupils blown wide. "Still with me?" he asks, voice gentler now, checking.

You nod, trembling, and he smiles, soft and knowing.

"Want to take him inside?" He murmurs, giving you the choice. "Ride him when you're ready, pretty girl."

The question makes Namjoon whine, a needy sound that vibrates through his chest. His hands find your thighs, thumbs stroking, waiting - asking with his touch.

You look down at him, at the blown pupils, the flush across his cheeks, the way his lip catches between his teeth. "Yeah," You breathe, the decision settling warm in your belly. "Yeah, I want to."

Namjoon's warm hands lift you then, helping you remove your shirt and underwear. The wolf hybrid guides your hips, and you sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion, too wet to meet any resistance. You both gasp at the stretch, the heat of him filling you, the pressure of that swelling knot already catching at your entrance. He groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder, his whole body trembling beneath you.

"Fuck," He breathes against your neck. "You feel-"

"Don't stop," You whisper, and he doesn't, rolling his hips up to meet yours, setting a rhythm that's already too much and not enough, the knot tugging at you with every movement, not locked yet but promising.

You lose yourself in the motion, the slide of him filling you, the way his hands grip your hips like you're the only thing anchoring him. His mouth finds yours, kiss deepening as he thrusts up, swallowing your gasp, his tongue sliding against yours with the same rhythm his body sets below. You break apart breathless, foreheads pressed together, and he smiles, soft and wrecked, before trailing kisses down your jaw, your throat, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

Each thrust sends sparks up your spine, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders. The heat builds, coiling tight in your belly, and you're chasing it, grinding down to meet him, the friction perfect, desperate, close-

A hard thrust sends pleasure sparking up your spine, and your head falls back, eyes drifting to the movement you catch out of the corner of your eye.

The dog hybrid's attention has shifted to his other packmate. Hoseok has settled behind Taehyung, chest to back. You can see the fox hybrid's breath hitch at the sudden warmth, can see the way confusion softens into something hungry as he takes in the scene before him, blinking awake. Hoseok's hand runs down his spine, slow and deliberate, and his lips brush Taehyung's ear.

"Taehyungie," He murmurs. "You with me?"

Taehyung nods, pushing back into him, and Hoseok's smile is soft, knowing. He runs his hand down the length of Taehyung's auburn tail, making the fox hybrid arch his back with a low groan.

Hoseok turns Taehyung's face toward his, catching his mouth in a kiss that starts gentle and deepens, tongues sliding, Taehyung's hand coming up to cup Hoseok's jaw like he's grounding himself in it. Hoseok's thumb traces Taehyung's lower lip as they break apart, his gaze lifting to meet yours.

"That's it," Hoseok murmurs, and you realize he's watching you watch them, his gaze dark, knowing. "Just like that."

You watch, transfixed, as Hoseok's fingers find Taehyung, two of them sinking in deep, working him open with slow movements. Taehyung's face turns into the pillow, breath hitching with every push, his hips rocking back to meet Hoseok's hand. Hoseok leans down to press kisses along his shoulder, his spine, murmuring praise against his skin even as he stretches him wider.

He adds a third finger, and Taehyung's moan breaks against the pillow, obscene and wet and desperate. The sound makes you clench down harder around Namjoon's cock, making both of you groan.

You see the moment Hoseok decides he's ready - the way his hand withdraws, the way he lines himself up, the way Taehyung gasps as he pushes in. Namjoon's eyes fly open, gaze finding Taehyung's across the bed, and something passes between them, some silent communication that makes Namjoon's hips stutter, his grip on you tighten, his own knot thickening inside you with every thrust.

Namjoon cranes his neck, seeking your mouth, and you meet him halfway, kiss messy and desperate, his hand coming up to cradle your face like you're something precious even as his body moves beneath yours with increasing urgency. You break apart gasping, and he moves his mouth down your throat, nipping and soothing the skin with his tongue.

Hoseok rocks his hips slowly, his knot dragging against Taehyung's rim with every withdrawal, making him shudder. You can't look away - the slap of skin against skin, Taehyung's fingers white-knuckled in the sheets, the way Hoseok hips snap forward with precision, finding some spot inside his packmate that makes him cry out every time.

Namjoon's hand finds your breast, thumb circling your nipple, and you're already close, tension coiling low and tight, building with every roll of your hips, every tug of the wolf hybrid's swelling knot catching at your entrance.

"Good?" Hoseok asks, voice rough, checking in with you even as his hips snap forward, drawing a cry from Taehyung. He seems to know exactly how to turn the fox hybrid into putty in his hands.

You nod, overwhelmed, and his smile is sharp, pleased.

"Touch yourself," He says, softer now, almost gentle. "Want to see you."

You slip your hand between your legs, fingers finding where you're stretched around Namjoon. You're wet and sensitive, his knot is fully formed now, a thick bulge that catches and tugs with every movement.

"Shit– Can I knot you? Please?" Namjoon half-growls, ear pinned back with the small amount of restraint he has left.

"Yeah," Your moan turns into a squeal as Namjoon somehow sets an even faster pace.

The sounds filling the room, the way Namjoon's muscles flex beneath you as he moves, the slide of your own fingers against your clit - it's overwhelming, too much.

You come with a cry, your body tightening around Namjoon. He groans, thrusting up into you through your orgasm, and then he's coming too, knot swelling impossibly larger, locking you together. His hips jerk in short, helpless thrusts as he spills inside you, filling you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, whining high and broken through his release.

Taehyung twists beneath Hoseok, reaching back to pull him deeper, and Hoseok's rhythm falters, his knot catching, locking him to Taehyung as he comes with a ragged groan, burying himself to the hilt. He drops his forehead to Taehyung's back, catching his breath. 

The fox hybrid follows, spilling over his own stomach with a cry, and for a long moment there's only the sound of harsh breathing, the pulse of Namjoon's knot where you're joined, the impossible intimacy of being tied together.

You can't move, locked to Namjoon while he softens slowly, the knot keeping you pressed close, his arms wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck. Across the bed, Hoseok and Taehyung are similarly tangled, Hoseok's hips still making small, involuntary thrusts as he comes down, Taehyung shivering beneath him.

The space smells of sweat and sex and pack, thick and heady. Namjoon is still hard inside you, still locked, his breath hot against your skin. When the knot finally releases, enough to pull free, you both groan at the loss, at the wet rush that follows. But Namjoon is still trembling, still needy, his cock already stirring again against his thigh.

"Still?" Taehyung laughs, low and rough from where he's collapsed nearby. "Want me to come over there and take care of that?"

Namjoon shudders, flustered, pressing his face harder into your shoulder. "Later."

The next hours pass in a blur, bodies shifting and resettling, the room growing hotter as the afternoon stretches on. You're drifting somewhere between waking and not when you notice Hoseok beside you, Namjoon's arms wrapped around him from behind, his face buried in Hoseok's neck.

The dog hybrid's bare chest catches the golden light, and you trace one of the thin scars there without thinking.

"Still handsome," You murmur. He huffs a quiet laugh, pleased, and catches your hand to press a kiss to your palm. You can hear the muted thuds of his tail against Namjoon's leg.

Taehyung crawls over you then, heavy-lidded and warm, his hair mussed. The fox hybrid's eyes are bright despite the feverish look to his skin. His hands feel burning hot as they slowly move up your legs, parting them.

"Up for another round?" He gives you a lazy grin, fingers pressed into your hips.

"Thought you'd never ask." You tease, making yourself comfortable on your back.

He settles between your thighs, already hard, and pushes into you slowly. You feel every inch, the stretch of him, the way his breath catches when he's fully seated. His forehead drops to rest against yours. His ears are perked forward, listening to every sound you make.

"Good?" He asks, voice rough.

"Yes," You breathe, arching up to meet his next thrust. "Oh, god, keep going."

He pulls back, almost all the way out, and you feel the drag of him, the slick friction, before he pushes back in. Deep. His hips roll against yours with a filthy precision that has you gasping into his mouth. He settles on a rhythm that's unhurried, grinding against that spot inside you before pulling back to start again.

You can hear the bed shifting, the low murmur of voices, but you're too focused on the heat building between your legs. His tail teasingly brushes against your legs with every thrust, making your skin feel like it's on fire.

The fox hybrid's ears twitch when you moan.

"Look at you," Taehyung murmurs, and you force your eyes open. He's watching your face with dark fascination, his pupils blown wide, his ears perked and straining. "Look how pretty you're taking me."

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding deeper, and your moan breaks sharp and sudden.

"That's it." He groans, hips rolling harder now, losing some of that practiced control. "Let me hear you."

You do. You can't help it. Each thrust sends sparks up your spine, his cock dragging against that spot inside you with every stroke, the stretch of him perfect, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. His ears flatten, then perk, flatten again as he chases his release.

You can feel his knot building. The base of his cock thickening with every thrust, pressing against your entrance with a promise of fullness that makes you whimper. He groans at the sound, hips stuttering, snapping forward now, less rhythm, more need.

"Fuck," He breathes, "I'm gonna-"

"Do it," You gasp, and he does. He drives deep and stays there. His knot swells, locks inside you as he comes with a ragged groan spilling hot and thick. His hips jerk in short, helpless thrusts against yours, his ears flat against his skull.

You follow him over the edge. Your orgasm rolls through you in waves, your body tightening around him, milking him through each pulse. He groans into your neck, breath hot and ragged. The knot keeps him anchored, keeps you full, the stretch shifting from pleasure to something almost too much as he softens.

His weight settles heavy on you. His ears twitch, then relax, one perking half-heartedly at a sound from across the room before drooping again. You're still locked together, his knot a thick pressure keeping you full, when you hear it. Soft, wet sounds from the corner. Namjoon's voice, muffled, then Hoseok's groan, broken and desperate as he pulls back.

The dog hybrid looks wrecked as he crawls across the bed. His hair is damp at the temples, his cock hard against his stomach. Namjoon stays on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His gray ears are perked up, his tail wagging slow and satisfied.

Hoseok runs a hand up your thigh, fingers tracing where you're stretched around Taehyung, and you shiver at the contact, oversensitive. Your body aches in the best way, muscles loose and warm, but you know your limits. Hybrid stamina or not, you're only human - and you've already pushed further than you expected. Still–

"One more?" He asks, and his voice is soft, checking, but his eyes are dark, hungry. "Can you take me after?"

Taehyung makes a protesting noise, still locked inside you, but Hoseok shushes him, leaning down to kiss him slow and deep, his hand still stroking your thigh, your hip, the curve of your waist. “My turn, pup,” He murmurs against Taehyung's mouth. "Then you can have me again after. Whatever you want."

The fox hybrid's hips make a small, involuntary thrust at that, and you both groan, the knot tugging at your sensitive flesh.

"Holding you to that, hyung," Taehyung grins, lazy and satisfied.

"Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else," Hoseok laughs, and kisses him again, filthy and deep, before turning his attention back to you.

He runs a hand up your calf, your knee, the inside of your thigh. His fingers find where you're stretched around Taehyung, where you're wet and full, and he groans at the feel of it, at the heat of you.

"Beautiful," He breathes, and his voice has gone rough, reverent. "Look how open you are for us. For me." He presses a finger alongside Taehyung's knot, testing the stretch, and you gasp, oversensitive, your hips jerking toward the sensation. He stills immediately, watching your face. "Okay?"

"Yes, yes," You gasp, and he smiles, relieved, working you slowly.

"So good," He murmurs. "Taking Taehyungie so well, and now you're going to take me too. Aren't you?"

"Please," You whisper, and he rewards you with a second finger, the stretch burning so perfectly you whimper.

"That's it," He praises, his free hand stroking your hip, your waist, the curve of your breast. 

"Let me feel you. Let me feel where he is." He's watching his own fingers move against you, fascinated, his cock twitching against his stomach with every sound you make.

"You're so wet," He murmurs, almost to himself. "So full of him. And now I'm going to fill you too."

He withdraws his fingers slowly, deliberately, and you whine at the loss. But then Taehyung's knot finally recedes, enough to slip free with a wet rush that makes you both groan, and Hoseok is there, lining himself up, pushing in before you can feel empty. He's thicker than Taehyung, or maybe you're just that sensitive, and he groans, long and low, his forehead dropping to your shoulder.

"Fuck," He breathes against your skin, his voice breaking.

"You feel- you're so-" He can't finish, his hips already moving, short thrusts that grind deep, that reaches a spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.

"Tell me," He demands, lifting his head to catch your eyes. His own are blown wide, desperate, vulnerable in a way you've never seen from him before. "Tell me how it feels."

"Full," You gasp, arching up to meet him. "So full, Hoseok, I can feel your knot-"

"Not yet," He groans, his rhythm stuttering, losing precision. "Not yet, I'm going to-" He shifts his angle, grinding against you, and his hand finds your clit, circling in time with his thrusts.

"Come with me," He begs, and there's something raw in his voice, something stripped bare.  "Please, come with me, I want to feel you."

He's swelling already, you can feel it, the thick pressure building at your entrance, the stretch of him forcing through. He groans when it catches, when he has to work it inside, the burn so intense you cry out, your nails digging into his back.

"Fuck," He gasps, "Fuck, you're so-" He bites down on your neck before he finishes, hard and claiming, not enough to break skin but enough to bruise, enough to mark you as his. 

His knot locks, pulsing thick and impossibly full, and he comes with a ragged sound against your throat, spilling hot and endless inside you, his hips making small, helpless movements while you're tied together, locked full of him.

He doesn't pull away after. He stays pressed close, his weight warm and solid, his breath hot and fast against your neck. "You're perfect," He whispers, and his voice is wrecked, raw. "Perfect. Taking us both. Taking everything we give you."

He presses kisses to your bruised throat, your jaw, your mouth, soft and reverent where before he was desperate. "Thank you," he murmurs against your lips, and it sounds like a prayer. "Thank you for letting us stay - and for being here with us."

You shake your head in silent understanding, your chest still heaving from the intense orgasm you just had.

After, when Hoseok finally slips free with a wet rush that makes you both groan, he props himself up on one elbow. His hand finds yours, fingers threading together, and he brings your knuckles to his lips. "Okay?" He asks, searching your face. "Was that- are you okay?"

"I need a break," You wince, letting out a tired laugh. "But I'm more than okay."

The dog hybrid smiles, the tension leaving his shoulders. His eyes are soft now, sated, but there's something else beneath it, something nervous and hopeful. He takes a deep breath as his tail goes limp on the bed.

Hoseok's voice shakes as he whispers, "I'm ready."

Namjoon doesn't hesitate. He can feel the shift in the air, knows just what his packmate means. He reaches out for both of them, his hands steady even as his breath comes fast. "Come here."

They move toward him without hesitation, Hoseok curling against his left side, Taehyung settling on his right, and you watch as Namjoon draws them in until all three are pressed together in a circle, foreheads touching. Hoseok's ears are flat, nervous. Namjoon's tail wraps around Taehyung's middle, his hand catches Hoseok's, anchoring them. 

The air around them feels almost delicate, sacred, in the way the afternoon light glides across their skin. You can't look away. It feels like witnessing something private, something you shouldn't see, but you know that couldn't be further from the truth. You're here because they want you to be.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon asks, and his voice is barely above a whisper, stripped of all his usual confidence. "Both of you?"

"Yes," Hoseok breathes, and he's shaking, you can see it, his hands fisting in the sheets. "I want- I've wanted this for so long. To be yours – to belong to both of you. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to admit it."

"Don't be sorry, hyung," Taehyung says, and his voice is thick, his eyes bright with tears that haven't fallen. "You're here now. That's all that matters."

The wolf hybrid makes a noise of agreement, his throat bobbing. He swallows, trying to steady himself, to find the certainty he needs for all of them. It doesn't come, but he moves anyway. He's the alpha. It's only right that he initiates the mating bites.

He strikes first, fast and sure, his mouth latching onto the faded bite mark on Taehyung's shoulder. It's all it takes for their instincts to take over. Hoseok's teeth find the old mark beneath Namjoon's jaw immediately, where his pulse beats, a soft whine breaking from his throat. And Taehyung, trembling, follows a half-beat later, sealing the mark already resting on Hoseok's neck.

You wince as the blood drips down their skin. It's a flurry of limbs and tails as they quickly move to bite the packmates they haven't yet, teeth finding the marks they've worn for years. Your heart aches at what you can only assume is years of wanting finally being realized — of old promises finally becoming something more.

They stay pressed together for a while, lapping at the wounds and nosing into each other's necks. They murmur things too soft for you to hear, their ears perked and alert as they no doubt pick up on it. When they finally turn to you, their eyes are different. Softer, maybe. Or sharper, more focused. Complete.

They look at you like you're the next thing they need, and the want in it makes your breath hitch.

"Everything okay?" You ask, still frozen, not wanting to ruin the moment before they're ready. You might not understand what a bond feels like, but you do understand the gravity of it.

Taehyung moves first. He's always been the quickest to reach for you, the least guarded, and now, bonded and high on the feeling, he doesn't hesitate. He pulls you down to the nest, his hands warm as he buries his face in your neck and breathes you in, slow and content. 

"You stayed," He murmurs, smiling against your skin. "I knew you would."

"I promised," You say, and he hums, pressing closer.

They all take turns scenting you, nosing into your neck, your hair, your wrists, marking you with their presence. Namjoon's tongue traces the bruise Hoseok left on your neck, and the contact sends a shiver through you, oversensitive and spent. Taehyung nuzzles behind your ear, humming something tuneless and happy.

You clean them up, careful not to touch the actual bites, letting them scent and kiss you all they want while they experience what seems like the euphoria of being mated. Taehyung keeps coming back to your mouth, kisses lazy and uncoordinated, grinning against your lips when he misses and gets your chin instead. He's drunk on the bond, on you being there, and he tells you so, warm and bright, until Hoseok pulls him down to rest his head on your thigh.

As they try to rest and come down from everything, the room goes quiet except for their breathing. You're stroking Taehyung's hair, mindful of the area around his ears, his eyes already heavy. Their heats may have taken the backseat for now, but you suspect it won't be long until they're ready to go again, judging by the flushed hue that has returned to their skin.

You stay awake a little longer, listening to them, feeling the rise and fall of chests against your back, your side, your thigh. Taehyung murmurs something wordless and content, and you feel it too, whatever this is, humming under your skin.

Happiness.

a/n: so... it's been a long time since the last chapter... 🤠 life and my health got in the way of writing this sooner and for that i can only apologize. i have the next six weeks off before i start my new job, so i'm really hoping that i can get at least a few more chapters out before that happens! i hope that some of you are still here and excited for the final six or so chapters of abundance 🥹 i feel really rusty so please let me know if you enjoyed it, it truly boosts my motivation (and will, lol) to write so much!! 💖