#seokjin reader

Yeji once suggested speaking to a therapist about having anger management issues after walking into your office and having to dodge a flying pen Matrix style. The thing is that writing is the only thing that brings this emotion out of you. No other thing has been this frustrating in your life, especially these past few months. This change of scenery was supposed to help, instead its made it worse since now you’re all alone dealing with the thoughts of self doubt and multiple episodes of laying on the floor like the scene in Lilo and Stitch. Except, unlike Lilo, you have no one here to tell “Leave me alone to die” to.  

You’re beginning to feel like a failure, absolutely no work has been accomplished. What kind of author can’t even write or draw? Maybe giving up the children’s book gig and becoming an erotica novel writer is a good idea. You’ve always thought about the idea of writing spicy romance novels. You’ve heard the building secretaries whispering about the newest “spicy” book they’ve seen on Tiktok. Apparently fantasy books about werewolves are very popular, talking about “mates” and “knots” and other supposedly hot things. Who knew porn about imaginary creatures would be something people would be into.

This cabin was supposed to help you write but right now it’s feeling like a stuffy prison. Checking Naver for any local coffee shops you discovered there’s a Starbucks, should you support local coffee shops instead? Yes. Would you rather have a frappucino than real coffee? Also yes.

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This Starbucks wasn’t a standalone building. Just like almost every other building in this town it’s connected to other shops almost like a strip mall. There’s a pet supply shop to the right of it and a tteok-bokki restaurant to the left.

Resisting the urge to stop at the restaurant you walk into the Starbucks and find that it looks just like any other one you could find in Seoul. It seems like this location is pretty popular. There’s a moderately long line of people waiting to place their order. All the tables were occupied even the seats right at the bar were taken. Sighing in defeat  you switch your laptop bag from one shoulder to the other.

Heading out the door you heard a pair of voices loudly bickering behind you. Stopping to hold the door open for the men you recognized one of the men as Yoongi from the bakery. You didn’t know the other man though.

“Would you like some coffee with all that sugar?” Yoongi said giving the other man’s drink in his hand a disgusted look.

The taller man scoffed, “Oh I’m sorry that I’m not a coffee snob like you and only drink my coffee black. I happen to love myself and caramel frapuccinos are my comfort food. Self care is important these days!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before noticing you, “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer he was smacked on the back of his head and pushed out of the doorway. “Ya! Don’t you have any manners? Sorry about him, I’m Jin and I’m guessing you know Yoongi.””

You nodded while Yoongi turned and glared at the man behind him making a low sound that oddly resembled a dog’s growl. Shivers went down your spine and oddly down to another place that you definitely were not expecting.

“I was trying to get a frappuccino and some cake pops but the line is way too long and I didn’t want to wait.”

“I can make cake pops that are way better than those abominations. C’mon let’s go.”

Sharing a confused look with Yoongi who just shrugged you followed after Jin who was marching like a man on a mission in the direction of the bakery.

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Walking into the bakery your nose was overwhelmed with the scent of cinnamon, it almost made you sneeze. Yoongi ushered you to a table near a window and told you to sit tight. Pulling out your phone you decide to browse Instagram while you waited. Leaning back in your chair you could hear muffled arguing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen in the back.

“I’m telling you, you need to play up the bad boy look. You can get more tips If you would at least answer when women ask you about your tattoos.”

“And I’m telling you, they make me uncomfortable. It’s either cranky ajummas who give me dirty looks when they notice or women who have no shame and try to touch them. I’m not a damn petting zoo, hyung.”

“You look like a zoo animal.” Jimin snickered while sitting on one of the counters near the stove. This resulted in a big glob of cream cheese frosting meant for the piping hot cinnamon rolls being launched at him narrowly missing his head and splattering on the wall. He jumped off the counter growling “Listen here you little shit.”

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in MY kitchen?”

Jin was fuming looking at his younger mates acting like children in his precious safe haven. He knew he shouldn’t have let Yoongi talk him into going on a break.

“He started it!” Jungkook pointed at Jimin who was currently stalking towards him ready to hit him in his stupid pretty boy face.

“Shut up you little snitch!”

“Snitches get stitches” Yoongi added.

“Cut it out all of you” Namjoon called from the office rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the migraine that was forming from staring at excel sheets all day.

“Y/N is out there waiting for a coffee. This is our chance to give her the potion.” Yoongi informed the alpha wolf giving him the iced Americano he bought for him.

“Call Taehung and tell him to get over here. We’re executing the plan today.”

~Present Day~

You didn’t know what to expect but what you were expecting sure as hell wasn’t this. The room you were currently held in looked like a five star hotel room, adorned in hues of red and gold and decorated with paintings of regal wolves hunting deer and hanging around the moon goddess. If you were here under different circumstances maybe you could appreciate how beautiful this room was.

There was no clock in here so it was impossible to know how long you were trapped in this makeshift prison cell. And the lack of a window was also disorienting. Your phone sat useless on a side table, long dead. But it wasn’t needed to know at least a few hours had passed since the guards brought you.

The first hour was filled with frantic pacing and trying to open the locked door. Why were you guys being treated like prisoners? It’s not like you broke any laws. But seeing how serious the guards were you figured some werewolf law was in fact broken.

During your crisis Jungkook was somehow able to fall asleep on the plush king size bed. He was curled up in the fetal position hugging a pillow close to his body. His baby face, even more prominent while relaxed and unconscious, made him look like a young boy and not a man in his twenties even with his facial peircings.

Rage filled every part of your being as you fought the urge to yell at him to wake up and face the reality of the situation. After all this was his fault, right? Why did he take that stupid potion? Why didn’t he listen to Yuna? Why couldn’t he stop being so immature for once in his life?

This was the first emotion other than soul crushing sadness that you felt this during this whole ordeal and it scared you.

Walking away from him and into the bathroom to cool off before doing something you’d regret seemed like the right thing to do. Throwing things Jungkook already knew in his face would be cruel.

The marble of the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you stood in front of the sink staring at yourself in the mirror. You look rough, eyes red, face puffy and dried tears adorning your cheeks. You were never a pretty crier like the women in the Kdramas you watched every night with Jin. If said man was here he’d tell you that you looked like you got ran over by a car and that you could never catch him slipping like that.

You snorted at the memory of your overly confident mate. He always had an ugly crying face but you didn’t have the heart to ever tell him that fact. The small smile you were able to conjure up quickly fell when you remembered soon he won’t be your mate anymore.  Feeling the urge to cry once again felt ever present so you rushed to turn on the water faucet.

Cupping your hands you splashed cold water in your face. The freezing liquid was shocking enough that it felt like an emotional reset. It was a little trick you learned from Yoongi who said it always helped to ground himself when he felt a panic attack coming on. ‘You can’t freak out when you’re cold’, he’d say. You seriously contemplated taking a cold shower and just fully shocking your system into submission but that just sounded miserable.

You definitely didn’t need anymore miserable in your life.

Was everything Jungkook’s fault? Yes. Could he have killed Yoongi? Yes. But he didn’t and that should count for something right? Why couldn’t Namjoon realize he was extremely sorry? Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to be strong? Isn’t it like a supernatural marriage pact?

What happened to ‘Through sickness and health’? How could Jungkook be thrown away like trash that easily? The thing that hurt the most was that no one else but you stood up for him. Not even Taehyung who ran with his tail between his legs when he was scared. Why were you the only brave one?

Jungkook was your priority now and you would stick with him for the rest of your life. The others may have been able to be forced into abandoning their love for him but you’re stronger than that. Fuck werewolves and their cowardice.

“So… Keith.”

“Do you know him?” The surprise in Jin’s voice was noticeable. He came close to her and intertwined their hands so she could stand up. “Creepy” with their hands still tied together, he made her spin around “and sexy.” She started to laugh.

“It’s Halloween after all”

“You are making it so… so… so…” Every “so” came with a step towards her until she was up against the wall in the corner of the room “difficult for me.”

“Jin. Jin, no.” He put his arms around her body even when she tried to stop him putting her own hands against his chest. “Kim Seokjin.” The warnings were a failure and she was starting to get nervous. “No no no ¡AH!” She was laughing and screaming, he was tickling her. “The make up! The hair!” She managed to free herself, still laughing “Hands still!!” She hit one of his hands playfully.

“I can’t promise that. Shall we go?”

“And the rest?”

“I was thinking of getting the car …” She raised her eyebrow “if you don’t want…”

“Has anyone ever refused to get into your flamboyant Lamborghini?”

“Nobody has ever refused my flamboyant presence.”

The laughs fullfield the room while they screamed for the whole house they were leaving. They took the lift to the garage. There they were. The cars. The aggressive blue sport car. As always, Jin opened the door, helping her to get into it. He took off the cape, leaving it next to her, besides a big black bag. The shirt was making her have a hard time to keep her composure. He noticed her stare and smiled timidly, sitting in the driver's seat and looking at her with a funny smile.

“I have something for you.”

“Jin…” Her tone was soft but serious. She didn’t want him to buy her things.

“It’s to give the final touch to your costume…” He put on his most endearing face, which was an obvious trick. “Please” She sighed, giving up. “The black bag!”

She turned around, having more freedom of movements because of the hood being raised. She took the bag. It was expensive, with a golden figure that didn’t give any relevant information. She opened it, finding inside a black box and some kind of belt. She took off the second one, and couldn’t avoid a nervous laugh when she realised it was a brown harness.

“What 's that?”

“I told you. For the costume.”

“What a coincidence that it’s exactly the same color as the dress, note that you didn’t know anything about it. And neither did Gemma”. It was obvious that it wasn’t for the costume. At least not only for that.

“Do you like it?” She took her hand over the harness, the feeling was smooth and comfortable. She put it over her dress, around her breasts.

Jin’s hands pushed away her hair, helping to fasten it. The silence flooded the car while she felt his touch and breath in her nape and naked back, repressing a shiver. The look she saw in his face when they stared at each other was enough. It was obvious how much he liked it.

“Make up.” She reminded him, laying herself against the car door.

He suppressed his need to touch her by putting his hand in the wheel with more strength than needed. She took the black box trying to decipher what was inside. She had a feeling about it, her body was suddenly so self-conscious and she started to flush under his stare. Inside, there was a small controler, barely 3 cm long and, next to it, there were some small kegel balls, soft and cold to the touch. She looked at him impressed and surprised.

“And this?” Jin’s ears were extremely red, something that made her laugh. “I didn’t think you were one of those boys, Kim Seokjin.” He raised his eyebrow in silence. “Are we leaving or…?” She knew what his intention was and she liked it much more than she wanted to admit.

“Not yet.” He was passing his eyes between her and the box, nothing subtle.

“What? Do you want me to put them in?”

“No.” She breathed a bit disappointed. “I want to do it.” The tension in the car raised suddenly and her breathing went wild without her control.

“Here?” They were still in the garage, at plain sight. “At least put the hood.” He, again, raised his eyebrow.

“Damn, Sophie” he came close to her with a dangerous smile. “I didn’t think you were one of those girls.”

Before she could reply, she felt his hand in her left knee, over the high boot, making her, with little effort, to open her legs. She didn’t want to look at him, if she did they were not going to go to that party, so she adjusted herself against the seat and raised her head, trying to control the lift. She felt his hands going up over the inside of her thigh, making her shiver again.

“Fuck, Jin.” He got to her lingerie and took it out of his way without remorse. “Hurry up.” Her voice came out higher than she pretended, specially when he took advantage of her talking to introduce his finger into her. If he kept like that she was gonna climax before the fun started. He accommodated against her and her seat, taking the toy out of the box she was still holding.

“I didn’t expect this to turn out this easy.” He spoke directly in her ear, his voice huskier than normally, while he played with his fingers over her before introducing the balls.

She put her hand over her mouth instinctively, trying to suppress the moans, but Jin stopped her.

“Make up, remember?” He was enjoying it much more than what he should and he kept his hand between her legs even when the balls were placed.

“Jin…” Her moans were more high and constant.

“I just wanted to make sure.” He separated from her slowly. She still had her eyes closed, trying to breathe normally and getting used to the sensation. Suddenly, the balls started to vibrate at full speed, forcing her to hold on to the car’s door and dashboard. “They work perfectly!”

“Don’t… do that… again.” Her faltering voice was the only sound in the garage.

“What? This?” He used the controller again, moving his finger all up, provoking her an intense pleasure wave. She couldn’t avoid a scandalous moan.

“Give me the controller!” She had to regain her voice before she tried to take it from him but he put it inside his front pocket, out of her reach.

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That sunset on the boat,

“Postcards,” you suddenly blurted. Just before Seokjin’s lips could touch yours.

“My dream is to receive a postcard from someone,” you return to your spot and look down to the floorboards next to the empty plate.

“Like from other countries?” He darted back. You collect the used dishes together while listening to his words, “It doesn’t have to. Just postcards in general.”

It was so strange. Now Seokjin spends most of his teenage years in countries scattered around the world. He has tutors travelling with him when his parents need to be in these countries to do their businesses. It was when Seokjin turned 12 that they decided the company will be permanently based in Germany. But Seokjin continued to travel the world with his art-loving mother. His mother thought that it would distract him from the separation his parents are going through. He passed by airport areas and would see postcards on the stands and asked if he could buy some. His mother would ask him who he wants them to be sent to and he would reply, he is just buying because of the picture on them.

You said, “I don’t know, you might think it’s ridiculous but, I want to know how it feels like to be remembered. Imagine someone who is strolling down a street, came across a pretty postcard and felt like giving it to somebody,” your hands are covered with soap and you are washing the dishes while Seokjin leans by the doorway, holding onto the camera Aunt Shuma gave him and changing the film. Clicks.

“And you happen to be that somebody and you read what they thought about and it’s all for you…” your voice drifted.

Seokjin tuts his tongue and lays on his stomach on top of the bed in the boat, “People get postcards because it is the cheapest souvenir,” he darted bluntly. You shot a glare to the side and your shoulders dropped. He really has a knack of making people feel sad instantly. Sometimes you wish you could just pinch him.

“Wow, I wonder where that smart-mouth went when Uncle Devil was around,” you replied to him. You set the bowl to the side and every other dishware in the box where it doesn’t risk being broken. Seokjin doesn’t reply. Too consumed with the cameras to even bother with you. He looks like a huge kid with a newfound toy that he is obsessed with. The night is coming. It feels longer now that you have no phone to kill time. All you have is Seokjin and he doesn’t really look bored apart from the occasional yawning.

“Wanna play a game?” he huffs and sits. One leg underneath him, the other hanging to the boat floor. You sat on the tiny counter and crossed your legs.

“Sure.”

Seokjin takes you outside and lined up cans of beer Aunt Shuma packed. Not sure why it was there but Seokjin doesn’t want it to go to waste. There is also a pack of carton juice. So it’s beer for him and juice for you.

“Truth or drink… familiar?” Seokjin snaps one beer can open with his forefinger.

“You tell the truth and if you can’t, you drink. Yeah I am familiar,” you explained to him to let him know that it's not strange to you. You’ve gone to college and college parties always have that ice-breaking game.

“Round 1,” Seokjin starts, “How are we wrong for each other?”

The provocation is sharp. You eyed the juice but felt like a beer would actually be better for you. He tilts his head back and cracks his neck, waiting for your answer. Drinking only makes you feel like a coward and you are overthinking this. Let’s just state the obvious.

“Where do I even start,” you chuckled dryly, “We come from a very different world.”

Seokjin waits. He hopes his sharp disarming gazes would coerce an explanation from you. It worked.

“I think it's obvious, you flag it out in the open every time we meet. That itself is self-explanatory,” you shrugged and wore a small smile, “My turn,” you hummed, “What is something you’re struggling with that no one knows about?”

Seokjin weighed on it a little, but his arms extended to the opened can of beer, so you protested.

“No fair!” you snatched the can of beer before he could.

He snatches it anyway, “You know about it now…” a glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you, he turns away and gulps down half of the bitter liquid and smacks his lips together. And you knew it was about the incident in the investor’s night. He had kept that secret for almost 30 years. That amount of abuse looming in a prestigious family was unheard of and it is understandably why. It gives obvious bad rapport and media shuns.

“You just want to get drunk,” you accused him lightly. He could have answered the question with just a drink but he decides to offer a context for you. Or you’re just intuitively transparent.

“Okay, how many kids are too many kids? How many will you have?” He grabs a peanut from its half-opened foil and waits for your answer. You hummed while thinking. It really struck you that you never ever thought about it. It was always about the family and making sure everyone is fed.

“I don’t know…” you slumped your shoulders and frowned in confusion, “I never actually thought about it to be honest with you. Maybe, two or three? Depends?”

Seokjin chuckles, “On what?”

“I don’t know?” your hands fly around, “His stamina, I guess? Dude, I just never thought about it, of course I have to think about the financial standings, if we are able to reproduce and I want to make sure that me and him can afford having kids, you know? That is if we’re talking once our deal is done and I marry a guy I actually love.” You explained. Felt the need to add that extra information because why not.

Seokjin’s smile faltered a little. Of course you wouldn’t notice. It was gone as quick as it came.

“Describe me in three words,” you darted in one breath while fetching a peanut.

Seokjin contemplated. His eyes flicker to the floorboard next to you then to your knees and back to the view of the calm ocean.

“Rambunctious. Intimidating. Observant,” he said but he didn’t look at you once. He only turned to you when he was done.

“Wow, I feel like a maleficent,” you joked, “Thank you, I guess? I get the intimidating one more frequently than you thought… so I was kind of surprised I ended up with some friends in college. Then I realized Ian and Suri were intimidating too… Oh yeah! I’ve been meaning to ask, how does Rachel know Ian? And how did Ian know you?”

Seokjin sat up, crumpled the empty can of beer in one hand and sighed heavily. He straightens his back and his eyes travel far as he recalls the first time he met Ian.

“I am guessing Ian or Christian never really told you who he really is,” his voice drawled, “He is Uncle Devil’s bastard son.”

The look on your face was unmistakable. The reveal was unkind and unexpected. Having to hear it from someone you hadn’t known for long felt strange. It also felt rather overboard, considering how penetrative that information could be. The media would have a spring day with that. It also felt strange that you know the inside scoop of one of the most respected conglomerate family circles. Your old colleague who was your best friend was Seokjin’s first cousin.

“Nobody wanted him to carry the Kim’s family name, so he carried his mother’s hence, Christian Yu,” he reached for another can of beer, “For reasons obvious to all. That’s why I know about the wedding, and I know about your financial standings, your part-time jobs and all that shit… Ian sometimes hangs out with us at the club.”

“You guys gossiped about me?”

“Not all the time, and Ian’s whatever,” Seokjin tips his head back and drinks some more, “Ian and I went to an all-boys school abroad, and we hung out in places doing girls and drinking… Nothing more…” he looked up and to the side at you but you were in a state of shock, “Listen. It was all in the past, now we hardly talked. I stopped talking to him after I caught him with my girlfriend, I mean ex-girlfriend, Rachel. And about the sex video that she took and he kept,” Seokjin explains, “I do dumb shit okay, I do dumb shit all the time, that’s why my dad hates me.”

For you, it avalanches. You wondered just how much more humiliating your life could be that it became an entertainment for a certain group of people that you trusted your life with. What abode was it for you to tell Ian things you wouldn’t have told anyone and entrusted him? You pictured Suri, Rachel, Ian— laughing, making a joke out of the hard life you lived. Now you pictured Seokjin. The fake marriage was charity work for him. And now when you begin to fall for him, it all comes too clear that it was just you.

Seokjin called your name once, twice and three times. A smile jolted out of you as if you were caught daydreaming.

“You okay?” he asked, tenderly.

You nodded reassuringly, but inside, your ribs are crushing your lungs and you wished your life ended right there and then.

And just then, a switch in you turned off.

“I was just thinking that… your dad doesn’t hate you,” you sang, “You worked so hard for him to hate you and that’s understandable. You wanted attention. You wanted him to see you. It didn’t matter what form; good or bad. You just wanted him to see you.” Seokjin’s heart tugged. He felt incredibly heard and seen. When you described his entire teenage life in a sentence, he felt the piece of the puzzle fits in. And he felt it.

He felt love. Now he wants to know how you feel about him.

“Your turn… sorry, my question about Ian made you explain,” you huffed, reaching for the can of beer instead of juice which irked Seokjin. He even held it from you.

“It’s okay,” you giggled, “It’s fine.”

He lets you have it. He clears his throat before he begins, “In what ways have you used me?”

You gave him a lopsided smile and a head tilt, “Explicitly?”

He widens his eyes at you, in shock. He watches you downed half of the beer.

“Are you seriously surprised? After we fucked that night in the ship, I literally cannot go to sleep without thinking about you… there I said it, I masturbated to the thought of you fucking me,” you looked down to the floor, then up to him, “Then I feel terrible, disgusted with myself. Ashamed.” You wanted to hurt him. A hesitant flicker in his eyes. It’s hard to see if your plans worked. His ears' helix turned red.

“My turn,” you sneered, “Who is the last person who saw your dick…”

Seokjin cheeks deflated. It’s called truth or drink. He has to tell the truth or drink. He snatches a new can, downed the entire can and crumpled it like it was paper. You chewed the insides of your cheek and looked down to your lap. The silence was so loud. Of course. Of course he has slept with someone else. It is hard to picture someone that looks like Seokjin, having the body like Seokjin, the money and the charms of Seokjin and not have someone he is able to fuck readily. To be honest to yourself, it was hardly a deal breaker. Lots of married couples seek outside the home adventures they couldn’t have with their partner at home.

The sole fact of his infidelity should not have hurt.

And yet.

It did.

“I… once,” he replied, “It was just once, I promise.” Why is he reassuring you? He doesn’t know and it slipped out of his mouth before his brain could process it.

“Not interested,” you shot him down, “You rich people had always been crazy. You come from a broken family, you turned outwardly normal, that’s good enough…”

“Are you… wait,” he gave it a quick thought, “Are you angry?”

“Of course not,” you shrugged, “Why would I? Whomever you are fucking does not concern me… you’re not that hot to me…”

Seokjin arched an eyebrow at you, “Oh is that why you touch yourself thinking about me? Because I’m not ‘that hot’ to you?”

“Give me a break, you’re the only one I have ever slept with okay…” you rolled your eyes and your head, protesting at his alarming accusation that is potentially detrimental to your reputation.

“Ever heard of porn?” he takes another sip of the beer, now feeling rather hot in his vein. He is not sure if it's the topic or the beer or both.

“Yeah, but I hate it. The dialogue is whack and the set up is always trying to make sure the pussy is in the camera frame and it just spoils my mood so I gave up on it,” you finished a can of beer and took another. Seokjin actually agreed to that. They can make it look so cheap. So undesirable.

“Tell me one truth,” you added.

“I think about it,” he blinks to the view of the opening of the can, “About us.”

It was strange, hearing it from him, in that calm and warm tone of voice, with that softness in his eyes and the way his lips looked even more plump in this dim light. You leaned your head back and your eyes half-lidded. A part of you wants to know where he is taking this conversation, another part of you wants to jump in the cold water because of the alcohol and to avoid it.

“I try to remember how you taste, how you felt, how you smell… and I can’t openly ask you that because you’ll just shut me down,” Seokjin hummed to himself, “To tell you the truth, I…” and he turned to you. Snoozing.

You were sleeping. You had fallen asleep in mere seconds after the third can of beer. How is this even possible?! Seokjin leans over to you. One palm rested to the wall next to your head, the other next to the cushion where you sat. He had you lay down on the bed, and covered you in a blanket. He hangs his head low, with his hand on the handle bar, thinking.

One truth?

I love you.

Aunt Shuma waves at you, being carried in Seokjin’s arms. You waved back, with a big smile on your face and looking astoundingly happy. Seokjin however didn’t share the same enthusiastic energy. The man set you down on the wooden bench and placed the picnic bag on the side.

“What’s happened?” The elderly lady asked.

“Someone sprained her ankles standing on a perfectly flat ground,” Seokjin eyed you.

You rolled your eyes up and to the side, “We were on a wobbly boat for a whole day! It needs some getting used to…”

“Thank goodness for Seokjin’s capable arms, I wouldn’t have imagined what would happen if it weren’t for him,” Aunt Shuma eyed you and winked. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Aunt Shuma watches Seokjin’s nimble hand studying the sprain as if he had experienced handling one before. Feeling Aunt Shuma’s eyes on him, Seokjin glances at her briefly and returns to your tiny feet.

“I used to play soccer,” he sounded so small, almost like a little kid, “I got sprained a lot.”

“What do we do?” Aunt Shuma asked.

“Ice, we need ice,” he said. Aunt Shuma takes out some ice cubes and places them in a bag. Seokjin tenderly dabs it on the sprained area that’s turning red and swelling. Your hand flew to his shoulder and gripping on it hard, it left marks on his porcelain skin. Goosebumps rose along his forearms. You hissed and bit your lips, breathing out through your nose.

“S-seokjin,” you whimpered. He gulped. Cold sweat beads in his forehead and in between his shoulder blades. Clouds of pink floated in his head before he shook it off.

“Shut up,” he spat.

“You shut up,” you shot, “It’s painful you dumbass.”

“That’s why be careful before you step into things…” he muttered angrily.

“I didn’t know the stone was going to roll, it’s called an accident for a reason,” you swat his hands away, “If you don’t want to help, then don’t. I got this.”

You stood up, clutching on the wooden bench, the walls and the door panels— hanging one leg up behind you, leaving Seokjin behind with the ice bag in his hand. You crawled on all four realizing it’s faster that way, and that’s when your aunt crossed her arm at you.

“You’re like a clone,” she refers to your mother and if she fights with your dad, she will take matters into her own hands and insist on solving her problems her own way— very much like you’re doing, right now. She rushed out the door and poke her head out and Seokjin who is cleaning up after. Emptying the bag containing the melted ice and collecting the picnic bag with all the washed dishes.

“Come inside Seokjin, you left something behind in my kitchen, crawling on all fours,” she jests. Seokjin jogs over, like a good boy he is. Aunt Shuma also returns the phones, much to your dismay. The events that occur next are pretty much expected of Seokjin. He gets multiple missed calls, some urgent emails and documents that need looking into.

“There seems to be a problem with the investments coming from outside the country,” you overheard the phone calls, and Seokjin replied, “I understand, the board of members be rest assured that the agreement will soon follow after we host a meeting,” pauses, “Yes I am aware of the stock return and price fluctuation, the commodities are stock-price dependent… you and I both know that there’s no instant fix to that until the situation subsides…” Seokjin’s voice grew increasingly sturdy. Whoever is on the other end of the line was clearly impatient and unhappy. Seokjin was at the blunt end, becoming this person’s punching bag. The expression he wore was unsettling. He looks at you over his shoulders, hesitantly.

“Hmm, I know that look,” you hiked breathes in through your teeth, “It’s the we-can’t-stay-any-longer look,” you explained to Aunt Shuma. You begin to move your ankle and the sprain has subsided, thanks to Seokjin’s massages and ice pack. You climbed up the stairs to your old room and started packing your things while Seokjin was still on the phone. You glanced around the room, feeling nostalgic. Wearing a small smile on your lips. Your aunt followed after you.

“Your parents had the most tumultuous marriage,” she began reminiscing, “When I saw how reckless your dad spending was, I got really worried and I know that your mother felt what I was thinking about, the outcomes. We just never said anything,” she folded Seokjin’s hoodie and handed it to you. You dropped your gaze to the hoodie and fit them in the luggage bag you and Seokjin shared. It was true, what she said. Your childhood was rather bleak in memory. You remember being in multiple places at once, when the landlord throws you out. Your mother sent you to Aunt Shuma for four years and your brother to your grandfather. You had abandonment issues and you aren’t really sure if you grew out of it or just gotten used to pretending it never happened. Maybe the latter.

“You might not realize this but that boy out there,” she points her chin outwards where Seokjin is, “He loves you. His words might not reflect it but let me tell you this,” she leans down to you, “His actions do.” She bopped your nose like she always did when you were younger. She folds the knitted blanket and hands them to you. Your eyes trailed up to her.

“You’re all grown up now,” she said through a broken voice and eyes brimming with tears, “I am so happy for you.” You stood up slowly and hugged her tightly. You know she is lonely. You know that this little cottage and the little boat was all she had left after her husband passed away from pneumonia, the day you went to high school. She had been reclusive ever since, unable to verbally describe her feelings, too focused on hiding the pain rather than dealing with it. Which reminds you of yourself. Aunt Shuma understands you the most, and to have not invited her to the wedding felt wrong— criminal even.

You expressed your apology in the hug and aching to tell the truth about how the wedding came to be but, Seokjin knocked on the door and spoiled the moment by saying, “It was raining outside and inside too?” Aunt Shuma sputtered while crying and invited him into the hug as well. Seokjin managed to slip in a small apology note whilst the hug and it was accepted by Aunt Shuma with a price— the next visit will be much longer.

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He slips his plane ticket in between the pages of his passport. His Rayban glasses folded in his breast pocket and you stood up when he arrived where you were seated. There was hardly anyone around the airport at this time of the year. With the pandemic not seeing an end, travels are banned. Seokjin however, was a special case. It is safe to say that if he doesn’t set foot in Germany as soon as possible to save the company, half of the South Korean economic growth will prepare for a permanent collapse.

He sits and you follow.

Seokjin rests his elbows on his knees, manspreading on the bench. His eyes wandered as far as they could into the wide window view overlooking the runway.

“A penny for your thought,” you gushed, not wanting to leave without a conversation to remember. Well, not wanting him to leave without a conversation to remember— seems more appropriate. He looks to the side where you weren’t, where the jumbo jets are preparing for flight and some airplanes are parked for the next flight.

“Don’t sprain your ankles when I’m not around…” he blinks to the floor, “Don’t forget to eat your medications… Don’t overwork yourself.”

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, are you worried about me?” you turned your head to the side at him with a smile toying at the tips of your lips. Seokjin responds to the question by leaning back to the chair, gliding his eyes to you and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, gently.

“It’s hard not to,” he thought. He thumbed your cheek and squeezed it like he would, a child.

“If I hear anything from Yoongi,” Seokjin warned while grinding his teeth together, “You will get it from me…”

“Get what?” you taunted, with playful eyes. Leaning forward and tipping your head to one side. You sit there, close enough to take a lungful whiff of his Diptyque Philosykos and he responds with the same energy, only an inch away from each other’s lips. His eyes dropped to your Cupid’s Bows and he wasn’t exactly trying to hide it. In fact, he wanted to get caught— staring too long, with his lips parted and his tongue peeping out like he was ready to let it glide in you should the circumstances allowed it. For now, that is. You weren’t ready to back out just yet, you wanted to challenge him. Wanted to see how long he’ll hold out. He tips his chin up ever so slightly and you move in sync, never backing away.

“Giving them something to stare at?” he arched an eyebrow, talking in slow murmurs against your lips.

“Giving you something to remember being five thousand miles away,” you enticed him.

“Five thousand and two hundred and two miles,” his voice drops an octave lower, breathing in, “Actually,” he bits his lips while keeping his eyes on you. You felt butterflies when he did that. Just a static disarming pool of nothingness, rising up your ribcage and dissipating at once. An old lady’s luggage fell to hit your backpack that you set on the floor next to your feet. The kind lady apologizes profusely for interrupting. But you and Seokjin both said that it was alright. Naturally you both scooted closer to each other to make more room for her, but less gaps between you two. Your side boob is pressed against his chest now as he is cornered with the arm rest. Your palm flew to his knee and rode up his thigh without you being aware.

The poor man is holding his breath for a hot minute while you lowered to the side where the lady was to grab your backpack. Too close. Too close to the crotch, he chanted. He begins breathing in very slowly, taking off his blazers. Fold it, and place it on his lap.

“Newly weds?” the old lady asked.

“Yes, how did you know?” you grinned.

“A hunch… What a lovely couple, honeymoon I suppose?” she asked, cinching her eyes to you and Seokjin next.

“No I’m afraid, this bad boy is leaving me,” you took your hand out from underneath his blazers and patted on top of the blazer instead.

Seokjin chuckles deeply, that deep rich-man chuckles, “Work is keeping us apart, you must excuse our intimacy.”

The old lady jests, kindly disapproving the reasoning because she believes that Seokjin should have “taken” you, his wife, “with him”.

“I’d love to, but…” he drags and his eyes trails to you, “We won’t get anything done.”

It’s his turn to fluster you now. He places his hand in between your thigh and grabs it shamelessly, “Can’t keep my hands off her…”

Your eyes widened to the front and you forced out a smile, “I am so so sorry…” but the kind old lady winked back. Seokjin took the chance of you turning away to stare into the shape of your ear shell and he whispered low in your ear, “hey…” you snapped your head at him at once. He wears a smoldering, encapsulating, undulating stare that reels you in. He takes your backpack from you and tells you to, “Zip your bags at all times,” in hushed tones. You felt the need to swallow the saliva that has been pooling in your mouth. Your throats, parched. Your panties, wet. And he had done close to nothing.

A familiar jingle reverberates through the speakers and a female announcer voice follows right after. It says, “Korean Air flight KR780, KR780 to Berlin is now ready for boarding through Gate A, Gate A.”

“This is me,” he takes his time standing up. The folded blazer still covers his front. He grabs the luggage handle, slips it upward easily with a mechanical click as you watch. You gave him a lopsided smile and in a swift, he held the back of your head and placed them on his chest briefly. He plants a kiss atop of your head and whispers, “Take care.” Then, he strides sideways to leave you behind. You watched his back grow smaller and smaller, the farther he gets. He makes his way to the first class gates and not once did he turn around to see you. He gets on the descending escalator and you continue to watch until his head completely disappears.

“Now, missus?” Yoongi asks.

“Not yet,” you place your palm on the window, looking at the jet that Seokjin boards, “I want to see it take-off… and then we can go.”

Seokjin burns his gaze outside the small window of the airplane. The ground crew directs the airplane to the right direction. Drilling a hole in the cement was Seokjin’s glare. He rests his head to the back of the chair, the spacious first class flying cabin with complimentary drinks set aside. He clenches his eyes shut but all he could see is you. He never realized how grounded you kept him. This is what they say about relationships, they burn slow like flaring embers on the edge of the paper. The time slows into a crawl, a miniscule, minute and fizzles. Your memories in fractions that fill his days, sibilates from his glass of sparkling water.

Recruiting a new CFO* is challenging. Bringing a new face into an old company could be a detrimental move but Seokjin is confident that the change will catapult the organization into a more data-friendly generation that are more prone to technological advancement— a corner Senior Kim isn’t particularly strong on. Seokjin understands more than the other dinosaur age board members that the company must continue to evolve in order to keep up with the changing world. Certain key performance index must be developed, more intelligent talent must be recruited— all this to refrain the establishment from growing stagnant and comfortable in the environment they are in. Seokjin seeks to evoke a new challenge, a new adventure for the company to enlarge. Seokjin is interested in broadening and sparking competition in the field.

*CFO refers to the Chief Financial Officer in charge of finance of a big corporation.

This movement was not necessarily supported by the older members of the board. And this, Seokjin knew. In fact, the breach and the coalition was regarded as a provocation to the existing tradition. Apart from Yoongi, there was only a small number of staff that were for the change. The others were too afraid to speak up or preferred to be in the safe area. The quiet altercation can be draining. Especially when you are standing alone. He has leaf through endless potential profiles suitable for the position but the closer he looks, the more restless he feels. Hours on end since he landed on the soil, he flips through the files and at the same time, he tries to attend meetings necessary for ‘The Money Project’ that is in progress as he travels.

He stayed in his suite, with his blazer on the bed. He turns on his MacBook, sifting through the paperwork. Top three buttons of his dress shirt unbutton, sleeves rolled up his elbow. He straightens up in the chair, elbow on the desk, another hand twirling the Parker pen he brought. He pursed his lips as his eyes scanned through the words— he would sometimes bury his fingers in his brown lock of hair, leaving it unruly and messy. He likes to tug on the roots because reading business plans can be taxing. The slight pain would remind him that he is very much alive. He orders a medium rare steak with extra gravy and some salad, and a bottle of wine to go with it.

As he slices through the juicy meat, his mind glides to the time he forced you to eat a medium rare steak in his favorite restaurant. He couldn’t forget the look on your face as you hesitantly opened your mouth as his fork waited. Your face contorted into disgust as you saw the blood dripping on the plate. Seokjin held his hand underneath your chin along with the fork loaded with the sliced meat.

“I put a lot of gravy on it, you won’t taste the blood,” Seokjin adds, “Open up, come on… Let’s go, we don’t have all day. Don’t think about it, I promise it tastes good…”

You shook your head like a child. If he wasn’t thinking about your anemic condition, would never want to force this on you. Since you wouldn’t eat chicken liver and spinach did not help much on the red blood cell counts, he had to resort to this. Under the advice of the doctor.

“Please,” he pleaded, “You can eat any ice cream you want right after you finish the plate…”

He kept gazing deep into your eyes, and you faltered a little. He felt hopeful when he saw your lips parted. He took your chin and forced it open. Your tongue slid out at the meat and he carefully fed you. He didn’t let his eyes leave the sight of your mouth enveloping the fork along with the meat and gravy dripping on the side of your lips. He thumbs the dripping sauce and slipped the same thumb into his lips all the while keeping his eyes on you chewing.

“Good girl,” he says in a deep guttural voice. His eyes flickered away but he felt the heat from your stares. And to this day, he regrets not making any move on that tension. But how was he to know if you wanted that?

Reeled back into the present, slicing into his meat, he chews slowly. Pushing the cart containing the empty plates outside the door of his room, he undresses to shower. The first sprinkle of warm shower on his face erases the gruelling day he’s had. Not fully, but it felt refreshing. He steps out of the shower with renewed energy. He has to rest now. His brain is at full capacity. It’s only 6pm but since he landed, he hasn’t been able to lie down. He fetches his phone from the bedside table that is charging and sees your text from hours ago. He hasn’t been able to reply immediately after he read it. You asked if he had landed. He exhaled through his nose and stared at the message until the sign ‘Online’ flickers underneath your name, indicating that you’re awake.

Isn’t it late there?

It’s 1 am in Seoul.

He bits his lips and taps the call button. He chanted, “Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer…”

“...Hello?” Fuck. He sat up in the middle of his king-sized bed. He was wearing the robe still, right after the shower.

“Hey, I… didn’t think you’d pick up…” he explains, “It’s so late.”

“Oh, I’m carding through the children’s book to see the story line before I read them to the kids tomorrow,” you answered nonchalantly, “Did you get to the hotel safe?”

He hikes in a breath, “Yeah, I got to the hotel by the company’s car and is snug in my bed preparing for bed. I have a feeling that I won't be able to sleep well tonight…”

You tutted your tongue disapprovingly, “We agreed to take good care of ourselves when we’re apart,” you scolded him gently, “What’s wrong?”

Now it’s Seokjin’s turn to click his tongue. He shakes his head, shaking the wary thoughts away, only to keep you waiting for a reasonable explanation. He sighed, “Nothing… Well. Nothing that can be solved by staying up, I suppose.” He gathers himself and begins explaining about his plan to recruit a CFO and how challenging it was.

“So you’re meaning to say that, you’ve psyched yourself to believe that you might be making a mistake by wanting change in your establishments? By appointing this new figure in your traditional business board of members?” you caught every word he said and his current mental state. Both of which he appreciated. He leans his head on the headboard, sighing yet another time, “Yes…”

“I am not business savvy or whatever, that’s your specialty…” your voice trailed and he heard the pages flips, “But honestly, Seokjin, I think what you’re trying to do is great. Change is good. You don’t evolve by staying at the same spot…”

“Sure okay but what if it fails,” he lets his hand fall on the bed, thud.

“Bestie,” you shrink your voice, “It hasn’t happened yet… You’re worried about going into a pool that’s probably more shallow than you think…” you sang and you heard him sigh again.

“A lot of sighing today hmm,” you commented.

He lays on his back on the bed, Seokjin twitches a smile on the corner of his lips with a fist resting on his forehead while he has the phone on loudspeaker on his torso.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose hard.

After a brief silence, you called his name out and he replied with a soft “Mm…”

“Turn it to video call, I want to show you the drawing on the children's book I’m gonna read tomorrow…” you told him, “It’s so cute…”

“I don’t want to keep you up, it’s already so late,” he shakes his head and talks in slurs.

“I’ll read to you, you have to see it,” you insisted. He surrendered to your demands and all he saw was the book’s front page. You cheerfully greeted him with a finger heart through the video call, you have the camera pointed to what you’re facing instead of your face.

“It’s title is already so cute, I think the person who wrote it was a genius, it’s called, you ready?” you waited for him but Seokjin hoisted himself up to put on his boxers and shorts. You caught a glimpse of his expansive back and shoulders as he poke his head through the shirt hole. Then Seokjin returns to the call, laying on the stomach and prepping a pillow underneath him. He leans the phone against the headboard.

“I’m ready now,” he huffs.

“Okay, it’s called, ‘The Boy with One Strand of Hair.’ And this is him,” you showed him the drawing and he smiled till his eyes shrunk into a pair of crescents.

“Once upon a time, there lived a boy who had one strand of hair…” you began.

As the story progresses, Seokjin’s eyes begin to droop. You made sure to lower your voice as he begins to fall asleep. His head tilted to the side on the pillow and he looked like a little boy. You didn’t forget to screenshot his sleeping face to show him the next day. He looked like he needed the sleep. You hardly imagine he is able to snooze in foreign countries considering that he told you once that he takes time to get used to time zones and sleeping in unfamiliar places. But as far as you know, when he lays next to you, he sleeps well.

“He styles it, ties it— Does all the things anyone would do to a hair for the ones he had. He wouldn’t trade it for anything else. He learns that what he was given, he should be thankful and grateful for. No matter how little and how few. So the boy rejoices…

And he lives with his one strand of hair, happily ever after,” you closed the book and smiled to the video call where Seokjin is sleeping soundly.

“Goodnight, little Seokjin,” you whispered gently. The call ended.

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The car door pulled shut. Seokjin’s long languid fingers unhook themselves from the handle and he set the back of his head on the head rest and he sighed. The car purrs away from the curb and into the main road. The thing about business is, business owners aren’t as busy as most people thought. Seokjin is just a small part of a larger corporation, but the part that is continuously evolving, in charge of all the strategic decisions and clarifying the ever changing objective of the company. Even though he was busy, he made a strange request.

“If you see a yellow mailbox, let me know,” Seokjin lulled his head to the side, “Stop the car and let me know.”

The driver did just that. A few minutes of driving, the driver found a strikingly yellow mailbox. Seokjin then slipped a rectangular card into the compartment that is labelled ‘International’. He did that over an hour of writing. His driver had to stop the engine from running and take a walk while he was writing. He wrote it with a lot of difficulty it seems.

His nose was deep into the files and emails he printed from the developers of the housing, when he heard his phone vibrate. Your name flashes on top.

He wiped his hand on the back of his trousers and answered it. He grins and about to make a smart comment about it, was going to tease you about it until he heard sniffing. His smile vanishes immediately. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, the few pieces of paper in his hand set aside as there is a more pressing matter to be addressed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I called you, I shouldn’t have… why did you answer, you must be so busy, and I am bothering you, gosh, you know what, bye…” the call ended.

Seokjin took his phone off his ear and dialed your number instantly.

“What happened?”

“I… When I was younger,” your voice sounds nasally, “My mom brought me and my brother to my aunts and uncles' houses and when we arrived there, their spouse would accuse us of asking for money from them… and that mom brought us there so they pitied us and all we ever did was ask for money, food, shelter…”

Seokjin wasn’t sure where you were but he heard the clicks of your heels on the concrete road, the sound of vehicles passing and strong gusts of wind now and then.

“So there's this one uncle who hates us so much that when we arrive at his doorsteps, he shuts the door in our faces and stays really quiet until we leave. The last time we came, it was raining heavily and my little brother fell ill and even then, he still wouldn’t open the door. Mom begged him over and over again and still, he wouldn't open the door…” you added, “I saw him today at the hospital. He had a stroke and couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I stood by his bed while his eyes widened at the sight of me and I knew that he recognized me…”

Seokjin dropped his head low, pressed the phone to his ear and stayed silent.

“Is it wrong that I relished in his sufferings? I was delighted to see him strapped in bed, with a urine bag attached on him, as he moans and struggles to eat. Thinking about what he did to my mother and my brother and how disgusted he was at the sight of us… asking for basic necessities? I asked him; what’s it's like to depend on others now? And I just got out of there… And I felt so cruel, so despicable and hated myself to the point that I fucking cried…”

“I’ve waited years to say that and when I finally did, it felt… numb. Void. Like nothing…” you sobbed. Seokjin slowly blinked at the view in front of him. He gulped, jaw clenched. He wipes his hand over his face and exhales through his nose.

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To be continued…

Finding parking on the street for three vehicles was difficult, the whole normally quiet block was packed with cars.

“Hmm, I thought witches traveled on brooms.” Yoongi wondered a loud touching his chin. Jin laughed his windshield wiper laugh behind him as he popped his car’s trunk.

Namjoon also stared at the cars pondering the conundrum, “Would a broom closest count as a parking lot?”

“I’ve found that leather seats are much more comfortable.” An amused sounding voice sounded right in Namjoon’s ear causing him to jump. She was definitely not there a second ago.

“What the hell?” Jimin said clutching a hand to his chest staring at the strange woman cloaked in a blood red lace corset dress who just smiled sweetly back at him. “Why can’t you witches be normal?”

“Who said you mutts were normal?” A woman with brown bunny ears wearing only a light blue collar snarked back to the silver haired man. He was going to come up with another comeback but he was having trouble when he noticed the woman’s lack of clothing.

“Do you people not own clothes? Why are your familiars always naked?” Taehyung piped up getting out of the passenger seat of Hobi’s car.

“My eye’s are up here, Fido” She smirked at Jimin when she noticed him staring at her breasts before he growled and turned his head as if he wasn’t looking.

“Where’s Yuna?” Namjoon interrupted.

“She’s busy. My name’s Jihyo and this is Nayeon.” The witch said before telling everyone to step back. When the wolves reluctantly stepped away from their cars Jihyo snapped her fingers and two trolley carts ,that looked like old fancy hotel carts that bellhops would use, appeared out of thin air. Then with a flick of her wrist all the boxes from inside Jin’s trunk started floating up and stacking themselves perfectly onto one of them. Then Hobi’s trunk opened when she pointed at it and the same thing happened again. Like clockwork all of the boxes from Jungkook’s truck and the box that he was holding floated to join the others. The sudden force yanking the box from his hands surprised him causing him to yelp.

The whole pack stood there in awe at the magic show they just witnessed until Yoongi piped up breaking the trance they were all in. “Wow, you didn’t even have to say Wingardium Leviosa.”

“Keep it up and I won’t give you the potion.” Jihyo frowned at him.

“The potion? Yuna told us that she needed to go get supplies to make it and it needed to ferment.” Hobi stated cocking his head like a confused puppy.

“Yes, that is true but luckily for you I happened to have left overs of one of the potions she promised you.”  Jihyo once again snapped her fingers and with a magical poof of blue smoke a small glass bottle appeared. “This is ‘accept me’ potion.”

“You could give this to someone and tell them the sky was green and they’d accept that without arguing.” Nayeon pointed at the floating bottle.

Jihyo moved her hand in a ‘shooing’ motion and the bottle moved to Namjoon. The bright green liquid sloshed around with a wine bottle-esque cork to keep it inside. He reached out to grab it but Yoongi got it before he could.

“You need to make sure you use it all at once, in a beverage is the best option. Once you give it you have 24 hours to use it to it’s strongest ability. After that it starts to weaken and you have less of a chance of being able to relay the information you seek to give. You can always use another batch if you mess up but if you already told your little girlfriend what you are and she runs away you can’t magically make her forget her fear and simply erase the memory. So be smart and use it wisely.”

~Present Day~

The most noticeable thing of this train station was the huge gold water fountain that greeted you as soon as you walked up the stairs from the boarding platform. It was of a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of a waterfall surrounded by wolves at the bottom. You knew immediately that it was to pay tribute to the Lunar Goddess, the deity all werewolves pay respect to. Things like this were usually only seen at temples deep in the woods where humans don’t go. The existence of werewolves is still very much a myth in the normal world and will remain to be until the end of time if the council has any say. Only a small amount of humans know and it’s because they’re fated to be pack mates. So seeing that so out in the open cemented the fact that you’re now in a completely different world, making this nightmare feel so much more real.

In your reverie you failed to notice the atmosphere change at first when two huge black wolves approached. A thick feeling of authority that felt much stronger than anytime Namjoon flexed his alpha power wrapped itself around you. You normally couldn’t feel it when he did that but this feeling managed to be so strong even your mere human senses could feel the danger radiating off them.

One of them made it a point to stare you in the eyes with it’s almost glowing ice blue eyes. It’s easy to remember that there’s a person behind a wolf’s eyes whenever you’re around your pack members but these eye’s only gave off pure predatory nature that gave off no sense of humanness.

“Yes this is them.” one of the guards said behind you. You thought you could hear a slight uneasiness in his voice as he addressed the wolves. Hearing that slight wobble you looked around him and noticed the other werewolves just trying to get to their destinations were actively giving the five of you a wide berth.

“Shh! You’re ruining the mood.” Hoseok scolds from the other side of the room. He currently had his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped in concentration. His heated gaze fixed on your white robe clad body. You’ve never seen ‘Mr. Sunshine Hobi’ with that look in his eyes. It was intimidating.

Out of the corner of your eye could see Jin get up from his seat and tap Jimin’s shoulder to get him to switch places with him. The oldest proceeded to put a hand on the knee of the leg Jungkook was shaking and lean over to whisper something in his ear. Jungkook was about to say something when a moan was forced out of him by Jin moving his hand in between his legs.

The large sectional and love seats were arranged to form a circle around the mattress that was brought out from Namjoon’s room. It was adorned with bright red satin sheets and one soft pillow. The pack, except for the alpha, were seated around you.  You were about to partake in a very important ritual in the werewolf world. Every single one of your boyfriends went through this as well when they received their mate mark. This tradition has been performed since the first people were cursed by the lunar goddess centuries ago.

You were nervous and slightly trembling, this is nowhere near your first time but your exes had both been humans. Humans don’t bite or have knots and they certainly don’t have sex in front of 6 other really attractive men.

You really shouldn’t have talked to Yoongi right before setting up to do this. He is an encyclopedia of knowledge but he lacks tact when reciting facts. He told you its probably going to hurt a lot to be knotted the first time since human women only stretch like that for childbirth. Jin had to reassure you after seeing the horrified look on your face that their knots are in fact not that big.

Seeing you getting lost in your thoughts, Taehyung put a hand on your shoulder to offer a little comfort. The minute his hand made contact a deep low growl could be heard behind him. The werewolf quickly backed away to one of the couches and like the other pack members around him, bowed his head in submission. The sound sent shivers down your body, looking up at the alpha wolf approaching made you feel like you should be copying them. Instead you stared into his lust filled eyes and backed up a little from the edge of the mattress to make room for him.

You felt almost a primal sense of fear that you couldn’t help. As if all your caveman ancestors were screaming at you to run from the hungry predator about to eat you. You were shaking like a rabbit about to be killed.

A whine could be heard coming from Jungkook in response to the change of your scent. Sensing it too, Namjoon’s whole demeanor changed. No longer was there this looming aura of absolute dominance in front of you. The fact that you’re just a squishy defenseless human is often forgotten by the pack.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Namjoon said sitting down in front of you with a worried expression on his face. “I’m sorry I forgot you don’t work the same way we do.”

The alpha looked over at Taehyung and nodded his head to allow him to come near you. Taehyung jumped up and wrapped his arms around you from behind and rubbed his cheek against your neck scenting you in an attempt to calm you down. It worked, as soon as you relaxed the atmosphere in the room became lighter.

“All the research I did on human sexuality said human women like that sort of thing. Dominance. They even like to be tied up.”

“What kind of research were you doing?” Jin asked incredulously.

Yoongi just shrugged, “I was watching educational films. Did you know there’s an epidemic of women getting stuck in dryers while doing laundry?”

“How do they get stuck?” Jungkook asked with a worried expression. The microwave was already scary to him he didn’t want to add another home appliance to his fear list.

“I don’t know, but I can tell you how they get unstuck.”

“Can we please get back to what we were doing,” Jimin groaned in annoyance, stroking himself over his sweatpants. “You’re gonna make me lose my boner.”

Deciding you weren’t scared anymore you thank Taehyung and he takes his seat again. The alpha wolf looks at you inquisitively to check if you still wanted to do this. You nod and he reaches out tentatively to brush over your cheek.

“Take this off” Namjoon says gently tugging on one side of the collar of your robe. Untying the belt around your waist and shrugging off the garment you revealed your naked form. As the silken fabric dropped off your shoulders an audible gasp could be heard from Jungkook. When you looked towards him his mouth was literally hanging open. None of them had seen a woman in her rawest form in person, having been chosen by the Lunar goddess to be in all male pack.

That’s not to say some of them have never seen the female naked body. Yoongi wasn’t the only one watching “educational films”. Hoseok, for one, started doing that the minute they found out you were their mate.

“They look so soft,” the youngest wolf whined, clearly talking about your breasts, but was then shushed by Jin. There was supposed to be no talking as The alpha took their mate.

Again going against his alpha instincts Namjoon looked up at you in a way to ask for permission to touch you. His inner wolf was pissed at him for not just flipping you over and fucking you into submission but you were human. He had to tread carefully.

When you gave the ok he reached out to palm your right breast. He had to admit even he was a bit in awe as well. He ran his thumb over your hardening nipple and could smell the forming arousal emanating from between your legs. It was intoxicating and once again it drove his inner wolf wild.  

The other pack members were getting antsy as well, the unfamiliar smell was causing them to want to pounce too. Almost as if it was an aphrodisiac of the most instinctual persuasion.

You could see almost every single male holding themselves back, the hyungs were better at keeping their excitement hidden but you could see Hoseok almost white knuckling the couch to regain control. The maknaes were not fairing well at all. Jungkook was shaking his leg again, Jimin took to hugging a couch pillow to keep himself grounded and even Taehyung looked barely under control.

This never happened in any of the other member’s mate mark ritual and Namjoon has never heard it be like this in any pack co-ed pack. The rituals are usually very low key and calm. He thought it may be like this because of you being human. He had to think and try to get the situation under control. He may not be able to make all six wolves submit and sit back and it could get dangerous if all of them reverted to their basic instincts. They wouldn’t be able to think rationally even though they were all mates and someone might get hurt.

Obviously the normal way of only him getting to touch you and everyone else just bearing witness isn’t gonna work. He sighed and gently pushed you back and tapped your outer thigh to have you open your legs, causing your scent to grow stronger. Low growling could be heard coming from a few of the wolves.

Namjoon was seriously about to betray his alpha status by doing this but it is what it is to keep the peace.

“What’s gonna happen is I’m gonna let all of you take her.” That caused some excited shouts to come out and the energy of the room to lighten.

“Alright alright, knock it off. No one but me is to knot her. The minute I see your knot expanding you’re done. I may be allowing you to do this but she’s my bitch tonight, don’t forget that.” He looked each of them in the eyes.

The fact that you were being treated like an object to claim normally would have pissed you off and made you give any man a piece of your mind. But in your hyper aroused state you didn’t care. You were excited to be the one in the middle of all these men barely restraining themselves, ready to ravage you on the spot. It was addicting in a way you’ve never felt before. To be wanted this badly.

Knowing that Yoongi was the best with his hands, Namjoon called the second oldest over first. “Yoongi, get her ready.”

Your eyes snapped to the blonde haired man who got up eagerly and traded places with his alpha. You tracked him with curious eyes as he positioned you in a way that you were facing everyone. While pulling you between his legs to have your bare back be flush against his front. Yoongi tapped your outer thigh to have you open your legs. Hooking your legs around his own he spread you open for the pack to see. He was a little sad that he didn’t get a look himself before he did this but he figured you looked the same as the women in the videos.

Snaking his left forearm across your chest to pull you closer against his own chest the wolf grabbed at your breast. With one hand occupied he used the other one to trail over the soft skin of your stomach down to your heated core. He rubbed his fingers up and down over your outer lips, reveling in the softness. Groans filled the room as Yoongi spread your pussy open to reveal your soaked hole.

When his fingers headed to your clit to rub lightly in circles you kicked your hips forward involuntarily, causing his hold to tighten. After awhile you grew tired of his light touch, grabbing Yoongi’s wrist you pressed his hand down harder. The hardness digging into your lower back excited you and made you want them to hurry up and get to fucking you.

“More, Yoongi, please! I need more!” You whine pushing his hand lower.

With the aid of your natural slick he was able to slide his middle finger into your eagerly waiting hole. He was amazed at the fact that you were so wet and needed no lube whatsoever. The finger was slowly pumped in and out of you slowly until your hips started moving against his rhythm. The finger was removed and this time his index finger was added as well. The stretch wasn’t much yet but you were still floating in your mind.

“Hyung, hurry up!” Jimin growled earning him a growl from the occupied wolf.

“I’ve never rushed with you. Be more considerate.” Yoongi shot back.

“Or you will be last.” Namjoon added with a sharp glare.

You couldn’t see but Yoongi stuck his tongue out at the younger wolf and gave him a cocky grin. He rightfully turned his attention back to you.

“Put another one in and curl them up. Yes, oh my god, just like that!”

You keen at the assault on your g spot, your end was just within reach and Yoongi could tell and started moving his fingers in and out faster. Right when you were about to hit that peak he pulled out. Pissed was an understatement, you were livid but before you could berate him, Yoongi unhooked your legs and pushed you forward onto your stomach. You pretty much face planted onto the mattress, before you could voice your outrage the man behind you was lifting your hips up.

Not even bothering to fully undress, Yoongi just pulled down his black basketball shorts and positioned his cock at your entrance and drove his hips forward till he was fully sheathed inside. He didn’t even give you a chance to get used to the size of him before he started jack hammering. That’s the best way you could describe the pace. It was almost like he was running on basic animal instincts.

“Holy shit!” you moan out gripping onto the edge of the mattress for dear life.

“Hyung you’re gonna break her before we even get a turn,” Hoseok said laughing. “Is it that good?”

The older wolf didn’t even answer he just forced your face back down when you tried to look up at the other man.

“Be a good little bitch and stay down.” he commanded you causing a shiver to run down your back.

Namjoon sat on the couch with barely contained rage, he should have known he wouldn’t be able to control his inner alpha enough to let the lower level wolves dominate you during the marking ritual. Jin looked over from where his was slowly jerking Jungkook off and smirked. He also knew this would happen. For as level headed and fair as Namjoon was, he was still an alpha and all alpha’s are the same deep down.

“Off.” was the one simple word that caused a huge shift in the room.

“W-what?” Yoongi looked up at him in shock.

“Get off my bitch. NOW.”

“Hey, wake up. We’re here.” The guard didn’t even try to be gentle in his attempts at rousing you from your much needed slumber. The sensation of your shoulder being moved back and forth was jarring.

Waking up naturally on your own in places other than your own bed was always disorientating. Even if you just woke up in Yoongi’s room across the hall it still took a minute to get your bearings straight. So seeing the unfamiliar faces of the two guards made you panic.

Chest heaving like a runner after a marathon and eyes staring wide you tried to back away from the werewolf holding onto you. With nowhere to go your internal fight or flight reflex switched into fight mode. The man grunted as he received a quick kick to the groin. Using that as an opportunity to escape you jumped up to run but a strong tug on your shirt put you back in your seat.

Whipping your head back in fear you were just met with a very tired looking Jungkook. Seeing him brought you back to reality. But instead of feeling better it just replaced the fear with sadness. You were supposed to be the strong one here for his sake, yet you were causing a scene. It was obvious he hadn’t slept at all.

“Mommy, she smells scawed!” the little girl from last night loudly said in that way only kids who haven’t yet learned the art of using their inside voices tend to do. “Don’ be scawed!”

Her mother shushed her and gave you a genuine look of pity before gathering her things and leading the concerned little girl down the aisle who was starting to whine about not being able to hug you.

You’ve tried to go the bakery but Yuna refuses to let you leave. Ryujin ended up going to see if they were there after you pleaded with her to do it. She found that it had a sign that said ‘Closed for Renovations’. Which you know is a bullshit lie.

As the days passed you were growing more and more agitated meanwhile Jungkook completely closed in on himself. He could still feel all of the emotions through the mate bond and it was eating away at him. He was falling into a dark head space and he rarely spoke or ate. Ryujin tried many tactics to try to get any sort of emotion out of him, but it all failed. No matter how much she insulted him to get him angry or tried to cheer him up he just stared down blankly. His normally big bright expressive doe eyes were now empty and lifeless.

Yuna ordered him clothes from Amazon Prime and was able to get him to at least wear some comfortable sweats. The witch and her familiar have shown you nothing but kindness during this whole situation. You are forever in debt to them. Without their support you don’t know where you’d be right now.

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Today had again been full of failed attempts of getting a hold of anyone. You even started using Ryujin’s phone but that was quickly blocked too after you let a voicemail on Jin’s phone begging him to talk to you.

It was around 10 am when there was a knock on the shop door. Which was weird because no one ever knocked during business hours, they just entered. Ryujin who was laying with her belly up on the window sill in all her cat form’s glory was the only one able to hear it. She trotted down the of the stairs before transforming and opening the door. She instantly had a bad vibe from the three people standing on the porch. Her large cat ears pressed flat to her head and her tail swished in uneasiness. The smell of wolf rolled off of them in waves to the point it was starting to give her a headache.

In front of her stood a beautiful woman that looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties who gave off an authoritative vibe. She was wearing a white pantsuit with a blood red shirt under her blazer and black boots. Behind her stood two buff men that wore black suits, sunglasses and those radio ear pieces you always see secret service men wear.

“Why hello there kitty,” the woman said with an obvious fake smile. “Is your master home?”

“Who’s asking?” Yuna says gently pushing Ryujin away from the door.

The woman didn’t answer she just handed her a small envelope that she pulled out from a pocket on the inside of her blazer. All the color drained from Yuna’s face as she turned the black envelope over. There was a gold wax seal stamped with an image of a snarling wolf.

“You couldn’t possibly have thought we wouldn’t figure out your little secret someday.” The woman said mockingly. Yuna just stared at the seal while shaking from head to toe. Ryujin just gave her worried looks, not putting two and two together yet. “Don’t worry. I’m not here for you, I’m taking the the human and the kid.”

The two men behind the woman walked through the door and headed up stairs. They found you and Jungkook sitting at the dining table.

“W-who are you?” You asked surprised by the appearance of two scary looking men in the middle of Yuna’s kitchen. They looked like they walked out of the ‘Men in Black’ movie.

Neither of the men answered you as the one standing on the right pulled out a piece of paper that was folded and started to read it almost like a script.

“L/N Y/N and Jeon Jungkook,” the man stopped and looked at you to make sure you both were paying attention. You looked at Jungkook and noticed that he was finally not looking down. His attention was a hundred percent on the man. You could feel the anxiety rolling off of him in waves as if he knows something you don’t know. “By decree of the Royal pack of the Lunar Goddess, this is a summons to appear for an unmating trial.”

“A WHAT?!” You shout in disbelief, Jungkook just burst out sobbing. He knew what the men were here for the minute they walked in the kitchen.

“By request of Alpha Kim Namjoon, you are to stand trial in front of the congress of Alphas to see whether or not the removal of your mating marks and subsequent banishment from your current pack is warranted. Failure to appear will result in mandatory prison time.” The man finished reading giving you a sympathetic look.

“NO! NO! You’re lying! Namjoon wouldn’t do this! He loves us!” You started hyperventilating not fully understanding how Namjoon could actually go forward with kicking not only Jungkook out but you as well. You didn’t do anything!

“Obviously not.” The second man snickered earning a glare from his companion. “You can either come with us willingly or we drag you out.”

3 years ago

You didn’t notice how long you had been sitting and talking with Yuna and Ryujin. You checked your phone and saw it was 12 pm. “Oh wow, it’s already noon. I better head home.”

“Oh honey you can stay for lunch if you’d like. Ryujinnie is quite the chef.”

The mentioned girl looked bashful and muttered “I’m not that good.”

“Thank you so much for the offer but I really need to get going.”

“Aww that’s too bad,” Yuna pouted. She got up taking the teapot and mugs on a tray back into the shop.

You stood up gathering your things when you hear Ryujin shout “If you don’t have my cupcakes get out of here!”

Bewildered you look at her and then in then behind you. There was a tan almost blonde colored dog sitting at the bottom of the steps looking up at you. It had a black snout and black ears that flopped over at the very tip making it look a little goofy. It looked to be almost the same size that Tae was, Maybe a little bit bigger.

“Oh hi puppy,” You smile and move to go down the stairs and pet him.

“Don’t touch that mutt, he’s a stray.” The woman growled out. The dog turned his attention and raised his lip at her. That made you jump a little. “See what I mean?”

Almost immediately it lowered his ears whining at you and giving you ‘puppy dog eyes.’ You were still a little nervous so you just walked around it and headed down the street back to where you had parked.

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Light flashed in front of the small shop and a very annoyed looking man stood where the dog had previously. “Why did you do that?”

“It’s not my fault you’re a rabid beast.” Taking her hat off and rubbing her poor ears that were sore from being pressed down. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be baking right now.”