#werewolf!got7

You often found yourself in the library during the day, studying and doing homework or taking a break and watching anime. You had been sitting there for an hour or so, and it was starting to get busy. It always did around midterms and finals; you were just glad you found your own small table to sit at.

You were working on a paper when someone came up, smiling a bit awkwardly. “Hey, would you mind if I sit here? I’ll be quiet, I promise,” He says, hesitating to sit down. He had an accent that you couldn’t quite place, as it only happened with some words.

When you finish the sentence you were typing and look up, you do your best to hide your surprise at how handsome he was. He was absolutely stunning, making you question your own appearance. “Oh, um, sure,” you say, your cheeks flushing with heat as you make room for him.

“I’m Jackson, by the way,” He says as he pulls out the chair and sits, getting himself comfortable across from you.

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, still blushing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, offering a charming smile as he pulls out his laptop.

The next week at the same time, he showed up again and asked, “Y/N, is it alright if I join you?”

You nod, a shy smile finding its way onto your face. “What are you studying?” you eventually ask him, tilting your head slightly.

“Business,” Jackson says, glancing up at you with a smile. “Actually, it’s my masters and I’m focusing on international business. What about you?”

When you tell him, he listens intently and asks polite questions- the right ones, too. Not the usual ones you always get.

The next week you’re running late and stop at the vending machine to grab your favorite candy. Going to your usual table, you do a double take when someone is already there. You pause awkwardly, only to realize it was Jackson waiting there with a second cup of coffee.

“Oh, hey Jackson,” you say, blushing as you join him.

He smiles at you, pushing one of the cups towards you. “I got you a coffee, just the way you like it.”

You suspiciously tilt your head, taking a sip, only to be surprised that it was the way you liked your coffee. “How did you know?” you laugh, getting out your laptop.

“I know some of the workers,” he sheepishly admits. You laugh and open the candy, offering him some.

“I shouldn’t, I’m on a diet,” he says with a pout.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

He playfully rolls his eyes before grabbing a piece.

Soon, every Tuesday you would meet up with Jackson in the library. Before midterms, it became every Tuesday and Thursday until finals, when it was almost every day. It was on one of these Thursdays that he asked you, “Are you free tomorrow?”

You tilt your head, wondering what he was getting to. He seemed to always have plans on Fridays during your normal study time, and you tried not to study too late since the library closed early. “Uh, no, I don’t think so? Why do you ask?” you respond.

“Well, I was thinking that I could take you for a date! If you wanted to, that is…”

You could tell he was a little nervous, and you realized you were staring at him blankly. You let out an embarrassed laugh, nodding. “Yes, sorry, I was just… yes, I would like that,” you admit, shaking your head some.

“Great! I can pick you up after your class tomorrow? Just make sure you dress warm!” he says with a grin.

“You already have a plan? What is it? Tell me~?” you ask, pouting a little bit.

“Nope, it’s a secret!” he laughs, smiling brightly. “You have to wait until tomorrow to know!”

The next day, you woke up early to get ready. You wore warm clothes like he said, and did your makeup cutely but not excessively, especially since it seemed like you would be outside. In class, you were extra fidgety and kept checking the clock. It felt like time slowed, but you knew it was from your anticipation.

Right on cue as class ended, your phone vibrated. Checking it, you noticed a text from Jackson saying he was outside the building.

You all but run out of the classroom down to the parking lot, finding him standing outside grinning.

“Will you tell me what we are doing now?” you ask, giving him your puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe,” he teases, leading you to his car. He opens the door for you and even shuts it, getting in on the other side. “Does hiking sound okay? Then takeout and a movie at my place?” Jackson asks. You see a hopeful glint and the worry in his eyes, and your smile grows.

“That sounds wonderful!” you tell him.

“Great!” he says, starting to drive. “You’ll love it! I go here quite often, and it’s very pretty. I’ve seen some deer and some really neat birds before there.”

“Oh, really? Do you know what kinds of birds?” you ask, curious.

“Well, I’m not sure since they’re not the same as back home, but definitely some owls! I went out later than I should have. And I don’t know if it was a falcon, eagle, or hawk. But those too.”

“I think we have all three here,” you laugh.

“Well, that really doesn’t help identify it any, now does it,” he laughs with you.

“Not in the slightest,” you giggle.

“Well I guess if we see them, maybe you’ll know,” Jackson says, turning onto a gravel road.

“What am I, a bird expert now?” you laugh more.

“No, you’re just a native here,” he responds with a little pout.

“Still not a bird expert,” you point out.

“I know, but you will know better than me,” he reasons.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you say, shaking your head as he parks in a small parking lot.

“We are here!” Jackson says, turning off the car. He leads you over to the map by the trail entrance, glancing at it once before heading down.

“We’ll follow the blue markers this time,” he says, pointing them out on the tree.

“What do they mean? You didn’t give me time to read the map,” you say with a huff.

“They mean we’re going the correct way,” he tells you smartly.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“I know. And there’s nothing you can do about it but follow me and find out,” he teases you, taking your hand and leading you.

You’re both careful not to trip over any of the roots or loose rocks, and you start getting glances of white.

“Is that a river?” you ask, glancing at what looked like ice.

“Uh, maybe,” Jackson responded in an unbelievable manner. Of course he knew, he just wasn’t going to tell you.

Eventually, you made it to more of a clearing. Jackson didn’t even have to point to what it was he wanted to show you. You stood in awe instead.

Winter was definitely there, and you knew that since the little fountains on campus were frozen over. But this, this was a sight to behold. The entire river had frozen over, and what must usually be a gorgeous waterfall had frozen over. The water had frozen against the rocks, sharp spears of it dangerously hanging from the main body of water. You swore if the sun was just right, you could see some of the water on the very inside running down inside the thick, frozen ice.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jackson asks you, his voice hushed. All you could do was nod.

The next Tuesday, you got to the library first. “Want to go on a second date?” you bluntly ask him when he joins you.

He laughs before smiling, nodding. “Of course, I’d love to,” Jackson assures you.

You’re not sure if you can ever end up choosing a favorite date by the time finals end. Your last “date” was taking him to the airport. He was going home for the break, and you wanted to take him.

“I guess this is as far as we can go, huh?” you ask sadly, looking at the security checkpoint.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jackson says, fidgeting with his ticket as if he were nervous.

“Well, I’m sure everything will go well…” you say, almost more nervous than he was. “I mean, you’ve flown lots of times before, so this shouldn’t be any different…” you start to ramble in an attempt to console him.

He chuckles a little, gently putting his hand on your shoulder before tilting up your chin.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Jackson softly asks, his dark eyes meeting yours.

Your heart leaped in your chest. You thought of him as your boyfriend, but you weren’t sure if you were official or not, so it made you a little nervous. But at his question, your lips smiled on their own, and you nod as much as you can for his hand holding onto your chin. “Yes!” you whisper.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, causing you to blush and nod. Once given consent, he kisses you sweetly.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, okay?” Jackson says as he pulls away and picks up his things.

“Alright… be safe,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I will,” he assures you, kissing your cheek before leaving.

A few days later, when he was over jet lag, you face timed him. You were eating breakfast at the time, and he was eating dinner.

“How are you?” You ask, happy to see him again and hear his voice.

“I’m doing much better now that I get to see my beautiful girlfriend~” he coos playfully, causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay. How was the plane trip? How are things going back home?” you ask, wanting more details.

“It went well, don’t worry. I am home safe, although it is a bit hectic at times,” he assures you.

“Why is it hectic? You’re on a break~ you need to relax!” you tell him with a huff.

“I know, I know, don’t worry, I am,” he again assures you.

“You better be,” you huff back, pouting slightly.

Just like that, your library dates were replaced with virtual ones. Some days you could only talk for a few minutes, some days you went on for hours. Every now and then, he even would sing you to sleep. You always slept well when he would.

When the holidays came, he ended up sending you a cd of songs he recorded to help you sleep.

When the semester started up again, you would meet in the library Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays this time. You sat at the same table, but also flirted more when you studied. You made sure to keep up your grades, since they were incredibly important to you.

After the initial start up hump of the beginning of the semester, you started to remember something strange about Jackson that you had forgotten or just hadn’t had the time to realize before. It wasn’t quite a gut feeling of danger, but a feeling of something was wrong. He would get sick nearly every month for a few days without fail. In the last week of January, Jackson was out sick for over a week.

The following Monday, Jackson comes back to the library, and you immediately perk up. “Jackson, how are you feeling? Your roommate told me you were sick,” you ask him.

“I was, but I am feeling much better now,” he assures you, smiling.

You felt a tug in your stomach, and you knew he was lying. “Jackson, you get sick more often than… well, anyone I know. What’s wrong?” you insist.

He sighs, his smile faltering. “I have an immune disorder. I don’t like talking about it much, but I often get sick,” he tells you.

So, you believed him.

You believed him until your introductory anatomy course went over autoimmune disorders. He didn’t fit any of the basic descriptions for them. You ended up choosing to do a paper on the topic, so you ended up pressuring him more when he was at your place for a movie date night.

“Jackson, I’ve been working on a paper for autoimmune disorders. I may have to narrow it down to one in particular… So, I was wondering what one you had?” you ask him, wanting to be a supportive girlfriend.

He sighs and seems irritated about it, and you couldn’t quite tell what was wrong. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I feel like I can’t tell you…” he admits, shocking you.

You felt like you had told him everything. You told him about your asthma, how your therapy sessions went, what you wanted to improve on, your insecurities about your body, even sexual things you had thought about eventually exploring with him.

But he couldn’t tell you this? After you told him about your mental health issues? You were shocked and speechless.

After a moment, you finally catch your thoughts. “Jackson… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you say softly, frowning and not realizing you were tearing up.

Jackson’s face softens, and he pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry, I know. You’re right,” he soothes, sighing slightly. “I just… don’t want you to hate me or think I am a freak or anything,” he further admits.

“Jackson, I love you. I could never,” you whisper. It was the first time you had said that.

His heart melts at your words, and he started tearing up. You pull away, and he cups your cheeks.

He lets out a short sigh, making up his mind. “Alright baby. Well, I’ll just say it,” he tells you, now opting to hold your hands. Jackson gently squeezes them as he admits, “I’m a werewolf.”

You pause, staring at him as you replay his words in your mind. You then pull away and laugh, shaking your head. “No, seriously Jackson,” you say, feeling anxious. Why would he lie to you?

“I am being serious,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Then-then prove it,” you say, but it comes out as more of a question.

Jackson sighs softly, tilting his head some. “Alright. Count to ten and come into your room,” he says, going in.

You huff, counting out loud.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You stand up and head towards your room.

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

“Ten.”

You turn the doorknob and say, “I’m coming in now.”

You open the door and are immediately greeted with a massive wolf. Oddly enough, he had the eyes of Jackson.

You quickly shut your door, knowing you weren’t allowed to have pets in your building.

“Um…” you begin, staring at him in confusion. You look around the room, wondering where Jackson was, only to notice his clothes on the floor. “So, you’re really-?” you begin, looking at the wolf again.

He nods and you groan, covering your face with your hands.

You hear him jump off the bed, and after hearing snapping and popping, you glance up and see Jackson pulling his pants back on. You quickly look away, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at his well defined body.

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smirking because he knew.

"Well this is rather awkward. What immune disorder do I choose to write about now?" You say with a laugh.

"Sorry babe. Let's go watch that movie now, yeah?" He suggests, taking your hand and leading you back to the living room.

After learning about werewolves, Jackson would take you on hiking dates. Sometimes he would run around as a wolf, and other times you would ride him like a horse, which was probably ridiculous to look at, if anyone ever saw you. But he liked to show off.

After finals, you stayed with him for a week. You weren't ready to go home yet, but you already had to move out of the dorm you were staying in.

You were cuddling with him and watching a movie. You felt your insides burn with anxiety, having been wanting to tell him something for a while, but too embarrassed to say. See, once you admitted you were a virgin, Jackson took things very slowly with you. You enjoyed giving him blowjobs after he taught you about how he would knot, and the furthest he went on you was giving you oral once.

But now you felt ready to progress your relationship further, but you didn't know how to say it.

"Jackson," you say, feeling your cheeks heating up.

"Yes, baby?" He says, looking at you. He knew something was up and you needed to tell him something, but he honestly had no idea what it would be.

"I… think I'm ready," you admit, nibbling your lip.

"Ready for what?" He asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Having sex," you bashfully admit.

"Oh," he says, surprised. "Right now?" He asks, trying not to sound too eager.

You shake your head. "No, not right now. But soon," you assure him, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, I don't mind waiting a little longer," he assures you, kissing the top of your head.

One minute you were grinding on Jackson, making out on the couch. The next, you and Jackson were both naked in bed. He lays you down, hovering over you as he kisses you.

“Jackson, can I give you a blowjob?”

“Don’t worry about making me feel good. I want to eat you out,” he says, pulling away from you and spreading your legs.

“Yes please,” you say, nodding softly.

He kisses your thighs, teasing you by biting and marking them. He knew this made you needy, as your thighs were sensitive. Jackson eventually kisses your clit, causing you to moan. He smirks as he licks your folds, maintaining eye contact as you blush.

“We’ve done this how many times? And you always get so bashful,” Jackson gently teases, quickly going to work.

He sucks your clitoris, his tongue flicking it as your juices leak out and onto his chin. Your hand grabs his hair, tugging as you moan. Jackson uses his strong arms to keep your legs open. He notices your hole clenching around nothing, boosting his ego.

Jackson inserts a finger, curling it up against your g spot, which causes you to cry out his name.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers against your folds, pausing his kisses to your mound as he adds a second finger, working on stretching you out.

“Feels so good,” you whine, gasping as he adds a third finger. “I’m close,” you pant, reaching down to rub your clit. Jackson stops you and pulls out his fingers with a smirk.

“Jackson?!” you gasp, pouting that he took away your orgasm.

“I want to cum with you,” he explains, smiling sweetly.

You sigh and lay your head back down, nodding.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use condoms?” Jackson checks, raising an eyebrow.

“Positive. You said yourself I wasn’t fertile,” you admit, blushing some.

“Alright,” he says, teasing your folds with his tip. Jackson watches as your hole clenches around nothing, desperately wanting his cock.

“Please Jackson,” you huff, not liking how he began to rub his cock against your folds.

“I’m getting myself lubricated,” Jackson smugly responds, grinding into you, tapping his cock against your swollen bud.

“Fuck~” you cry, pulling your hair. “Please Jackson, I want to have sex with you,” you beg, tearing up in need.

“Hmm, alright,” Jackson says, slowly sliding his tip inside of you. He grabs your hands and kisses you, letting you adjust to his girth. He slowly slides in, huffing into your ear softly.

“Jackson, please move,” you beg once he bottoms out.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases you, starting with slow thrusts. Jackson greedily watches your breasts bounce with each thrust, a near-feral grin finding its way on his face.

“Faster, please,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your eyes open as you squeeze his hands.

He readily obliges, and you groan as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room with both of your moans.

“I’m not gonna last that long,” he admits with a laugh.

You nod and he lets go of one of your hands, rubbing your clit. You grab your breast and pinch your nipples, stimulating yourself as you near your high.

He suddenly begins to cum with a loud groan of your name, his thrusts harder than before. You cry out in pleasure, which soon turns into a whimper as he begins to knot you.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N, you’re doing so good,” Jackson begins to praise. It takes all of his strength not to collapse on top of you, but he manages to nuzzle into your neck and kiss your sweet spot there.

You groan softly, brushing your damp hair out of your eyes. “I love you,” you say, smiling tiredly.

“I love you too.”

You wake up the next day naked and alone in bed. You look around, wondering where Jackson went. “Jackson?” you softly call, looking for him.

But something about his apartment was… off.

You carefully get up, your legs feeling a bit weak, and go use the bathroom. His toothbrush and razor were missing.

You go out into the kitchen and living room, and still no Jackson.

When you go back into the bedroom, you notice that his phone was missing. You open the closet and his dresser, and there were no clothes.

This was your first full week of being the CEO’s personal assistant. To say you saw the change in your paycheck would be an understatement. However, you were smart enough to know that you had to earn your keep. If that check was going to stay as fat as it was, then you had to work to maintain it. And so far so good. Namjoon hadn’t given you any scary tasks that overwhelmed you.....yet.

Staring down at your phone, you happened to take notice of the group chat you were in with some of the younger employees of the company. Well at least the ones who work on the top floor of the building. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Jimin and Taehyung had instantly taken a liking to you when you first applied and they were wonderful to you during your interview. They loosened you up and got you comfortable for when Namjoon and Jaebum would ask you questions that could normally be intimidating to anyone. But boy did those two know how to argue. Despite both having girlfriends, you would swear Jimin and Taehyung were an old married couple.

And then there was Jungkook. When you were just starting out three years ago, you had often heard stories about him. Some good and.....well.....some not so good. You didn’t know what to think about it or why you even cared. But ever since this past Monday when you literally bumped into him, you really had no idea what to think about him. He seemed nice enough but......what if some of the rumors were true?

Word in the building was, that Jungkook had slept with every female employee in the building. But from what she’d seen so far of the boy, he didn’t seem like a player at all. He had been nothing but sweet to her and even helped show her around and gave her a tour of the top floor of the building where she’d be working from now on. He was so pleasant and easy to talk to. So.....it just didn’t seem true. But what if it was? You just didn’t know what to think.

The three youngsters wanted to take you out tonight to celebrate your first full week of being Namjoon’s assistant. To celebrate your promotion and moving up in the organization. Taehyung called it something along the lines of finally joining the big kids club. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you started slipping your heels on and checking yourself one more time before heading out the door. Boys. Such dorks.

The drive to work was a quiet one compared to your usual mornings of blaring the music till your car thumped from the inside out. Your car. Eh. It was average. Not sparkly new but not rusty and ancient either. Sure you could probably use a new one but this one was paid off which meant one less expense hanging over your head. Especially if you were looking into finding a better apartment. The goal was to find one closer to the company building so that you could walk to work instead of using the gas to drive there.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Need help getting out?”

Oh lord. Jackson. Jackson Jackson Jackson. Ever since you started your new position, it seemed like this guy was everywhere you looked. Even now as you were opening the car door to get out, he was right there with a huge grin on his face. You really didn’t know what to think of him. Sure he seemed nice but was it genuine or all an act. Sometimes you wondered if the rumors about Jungkook were really meant for Jackson. But you didn’t have the balls to ask around.

“No thanks, Jackson. I’ve got it. But thanks for asking.”

“Sure. No problem. Say. Its a Friday and I was wondering if you’d want to hit up the town tonight. We could go out and have some street food and maybe just watch the stars at the park. You know. Cheesy stuff like that. You girls like cheesy stuff, right?”

Wow. Okay. You were really staring to believe Jackson was the real player here. However, not wanting to be rude and start making enemies within your first week, you politely smiled and shook your head while replying truthfully,

“Actually I have plans for tonight. Sorry, Jackson. But maybe some other time, yeah?”

Before the male could respond, another male’s voice started booming through the entire parking lot.

“Yo, Jackson! Get your butt in here before you’re late! I’m tired of covering for you!”

Just when Jackson looked up to fire back some kind of dumb insult, you decided to make your escape and slipped away before he could even notice you were gone. Whew. That was close. It was getting harder and harder to avoid Jackson and you didn’t know why but it unsettled you.

“There she is. Miss Korea herself.”

“Yah, Tae. Shut it.”

“Ah but it put a smile on your face, did it not? And you’re giggling. Isn’t she giggling guys? And look. Her face is getting red.”

“Aigoo aigoo. She’s so cute!”

Laughing and feeling the blush spreading from your cheeks to down your neck and the tips of your ears, you tried to playfully swat at Jimin and Taehyung both as they continued to tease you. However, you noticed out of the corner of your eye that Jungkook was kind of quiet. But the smile on his face was cute and....was he blushing too? Or perhaps he was just......nah that definitely looked like a dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“So you ready for tonight? I’ve got the location scouted out and everything. You’ll love this club. I promise!”

You smiled sheepishly as you listened to Jimin explaining the atmosphere of this club he stumbled upon the other day. When it was first brought up, you had tried to politely explain that clubs weren’t really your thing but the boys swore up and down that this club was different. That supposedly it wasn’t loud and obnoxious like most. It was supposed to be more classy but still fun. Yeah. Okay. We’ll see.

After assuring Jimin that you were excited, which you genuinely were despite also being nervous, it seemed to be enough to pacify him to where he bid you farewell and started to literally drag Taehyung away with him. It was kind of scary to think that Taehyung was in charge of everyone’s paychecks. Those two. However, you could feel someone lingering around and turned from the two goofballs to lay eyes on a sheepish and nervous looking Jungkook.

“Um......I was wondering......Would you like me to pick you up tonight?”

He quickly added in increased nervousness,

“I mean you don’t have to say yes. I thought it would just be easier on you if perhaps some of us carpooled. You know. To save on gas and stuff. I know you have to drive pretty far from where you live.”

As much as you would have loved to ask him how he knew where you lived, you quickly decided it didn’t matter right now and that you could ask him later. Right now the poor boy looked like he was going to faint if you didn’t give him an answer right away. So with a sheepish smile of your own and feeling that blush trying to come back to life, you nodded and replied in a small, timid voice,

“Yeah that works. So you have my address?”

This was where he had to scramble and cleared his throat before answering with a small stutter,

“W-Well, not exact address. I just heard you lived pretty far away from here. Just text me your address and I’ll be outside to pick you up. Feel free to text me when you’re ready. I don’t want to rush you or anything.”

Just as you were about to respond, you heard one of the other employees speak up and it was directed towards yourself and Jungkook both. Turning around, it turns out it was Jin, the Vice President of the company. Oh boy.

“Namjoon wants to see the two of you in his office once you get a minute. Nothing major. But I wouldn’t put him off either.”

“Thanks, Jin hyung. We’re on our way.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. Sure you had heard the phrase that Namjoon wanted to see you several times this week, but never before had he wanted to see you along with someone else at the same time. Trying to make a sneaky side glance, you could see where Jungkook looked perfectly cool and calm. At least on the surface. Trying to follow his example, you put on a brave face and the next thing you knew, the two of you were already there at his office door.

With a couple of knocks courtesy of Jungkook, you both heard the soft yet deep voice of the CEO telling you it was all good to come inside. Trying to ignore the faint flutter of your heart when Jungkook held the door open for you to walk in first, you felt your hands grow a bit clammy as you took one of the seats in front of Namjoon’s desk.

Why were you so nervous? This wasn’t the first time you had been in this office. In fact, over the span of the week, you had learned the CEO was quite friendly and warm. Even loving at times. He was like the father of the organization and all the employees were his children. Was that weird to think? Perhaps, but it made sense to you all the same.

“Thanks for coming you two. I’ve got a project for you.”

You watched as the beautifully tanned CEO pushed some documents to the side so that his desk was clear. However, the clearing didn’t last long as he pulled out a folder and set it down to open it and reveal the contents inside. You could feel Jungkook having sat down in the chair next to you and it was all you could do not to glance over at him. If only you could shake off this odd nervousness.

“So I have a statistics project for Kook here but it’s a pretty big project. And since he’s the only one in that department right now, I’m putting you in his capable hands. For awhile, you’ll be his assistant along with being mine. Don’t worry, I’m giving you plenty of time to work on this so that you can still help me with my tasks. This isn’t meant to be scary or overwhelm you.”

Were you that obvious? Was the nervousness written all over your face? Apparently so because Namjoon was making it a point to reassure you that everything was going to be okay. Or maybe that was just the loving father vibe he was always giving off? What caught your attention the most was when Jungkook shifted in his seat ever so slightly at the mention of being in good hands. And now that you thought about it, that made you instantly blush to where you could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks.

‘Being in Jungkook’s hands.....being in his arms......He looks really thick. I bet he works out all the time.....’

“So are you up for the challenge?”

‘His thighs are like tree trunks. I bet he’s super strong. How can such a sweet guy be so......thick?’

You heard someone call your name and a hand rested on top of your shoulder and that was enough to jerk you back to reality. Blinking and looking around, you realized it was Jungkook’s hand that was on your shoulder and Namjoon was asking if you were okay.

‘Wow.....he has big hands......his nails look better than mine.....And his fingers......’

“Jungkook, could you get us all a glass of ice water. I think it’s needed.”

Feeling the male’s hand leave your shoulder left a tingling sensation there. The poor girl. Namjoon had feared something like this would happen. Eventually all would have to be explained but for now.....it was best he waited. He watched you carefully as you slowly came back to the conversation now that Jungkook wasn’t so physically close to you. It was one thing to experience such a thing, but to watch it from the outside looking in was completely different.

After sipping on some of the ice water, you noticed how it helped cool you down. When had you gotten so warm under the collar anyhow? But it was true, you were even sweating a bit. It was probably just from the nerves and the blush earlier. Curse you for letting your mind wander like that. But the water definitely helped.

“So, are you both up for the task? I would really like to see this work out because there’s no better candidate to help Jungkook out. Everyone else is swamped with their own work at the moment and I’m in a position where I can have you helping more than just myself.”

“I’m okay with it if she is, hyung.”

“Ye-Yeah. I mean yes. Of course. I will do whatever you ask of me, sir.”

With a warm smile that you had grown familiar with, Namjoon shook his head in warm amusement before taking a sip of his own glass of ice water before replying casually,

“We’ve talked about this, you can call me Namjoon. Hell, even Joonie if you want. I may be CEO but that makes me no better than anyone else who works here. We are all equals, just with different titles. We are all working towards the same cause. To preserve the wildlife in beautiful South Korea.”

“Thank you, Namjoon ssi.”

“Eh, close enough. We’ll call it a work in progress. Now shoo you two. I’ve got lots of boring papers to sign. Pray for me that I don’t die of boredom or go brain dead. Whichever comes first.”

“Sure thing, hyung. Have fun.”

After an exchange of smiles and soft chuckles, you soon found yourself standing outside the CEO’s office and trying to take in what just happened. Looking over to your left and then your right, you noticed you were.....alone? Huh? Where did Jungkook go? It was like he just.....vanished. Blinking in severe confusion, you shook your head and decided it was time to head to your desk and get to working for the day. Wow. What a morning.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. Although you thought it was odd how you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Jungkook the entire time. You didn’t even see him in the building’s cafeteria. That is, till Jackson had shown up. You sat there trying to enjoy your cheaply made cafeteria food when the male yet again tried to convince you to spend time with him this evening.

“I’m sure your plans could be rescheduled. You know? Like take a rain check or something.”

As if saved by the bell, more like the food tray, you suddenly watched a very stony faced looking Jungkook sitting across from you at the table you and Jackson were sitting at with Jackson sitting beside you. You watched your coworker give the annoying male a small, curt nod while giving a monotone greeting.

“Jackson.”

“Jungcock.”

You had already been chewing nervously but when you heard that, you definitely weren’t expecting it and started genuinely choking on your food. While Jackson just looked confused, Jungkook looked worried and had started to get up but you motioned for him to stay put.

“I’m okay. Just----wrong pipe.”

Once he was absolutely sure you were okay, the doe eyed male finally looked away from you to give another stony look at the male sitting next to you. Clearing his throat, he spoke as civilly as he could as he said firmly,

“Jackson, her and I have a project that was handed to us by Namjoon himself. We really do need to get working on it. So if you could, I’d like this time to discuss things with her. Would you be so kind as to leave the table? Please.”

At first, you weren’t sure he was going to. But then Jackson surprised you and actually stood up from the table. You watched with said surprise but regretted making eye contact with the male when he said casually,

“Fine. That’s cool. But think about what I said, beautiful. I’ll see you later.”

After making sure Jackson was gone gone, you visibly relaxed and looked over to see Jungkook glaring daggers at the male’s back. You couldn’t help but notice the way he was gripping his plastic spork; his knuckles white as snow. Between the uncalled for name calling and the heavy tension, something was definitely going on between these two boys. But of course it was none of your business.

“So what should we focus on first for the project?”

“Oh that was just to get Jerk Face out of our hair. I actually wanted to talk to you about tonight.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Jimin hyung told us to dress casual. But you know him, he goes all out and Taehyung is such a fashionista. Those two don’t know how to dress casual. I know they said this club is more sophisticated but a club is a club in my opinion and there’s nothing sophisticated about a club.”

Watching you sit there and giggle behind your hand warmed Jungkook’s heart. If only you knew what you were doing to him. What you had been doing to him all week long ever since the two of you had bumped into each other. It was like the doors opened and the sun came out from behind the clouds. It was like waking up from a coma after centuries had passed. He had never felt so.....alive.....happy. Hell, he was even giddy at times.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who realizes this. So what are we gonna do as far as dress code?”

“Eh. I myself am gonna keep it pretty simple. Nothing too flashy. I’m definitely not like Jimin and Taehyung hyung. I’d just dress in whatever you’re comfortable with. Oh, and go ahead and text me your address so I’ll have it.”

“Oh! That’s right. I almost completely forgot about that part.”

The rest of the day dragged on. Dare you say, you were actually looking forward and perhaps even a little bit excited about this outing with the boys. You had eventually ran into Jimin and asked if he and Tae were going to be bringing their girlfriends but he swatted at you and said casually,

“This night is about you and us celebrating your promotion. Besides, my girl is gonna stay home at her place tonight. One of her birds isn’t feeling well so she’s keeping an eye on him. You knew she took care of birds, right?”

Indeed you knew that. When you had first started here and was getting to know everyone three years ago, you had quickly heard about how amazing Jimin’s girlfriend was. She was part of a huge aviation wildlife organization where they studied birds of both domestic and wild nature. It was pretty impressive really.

Meanwhile, Taehyung explained that his girlfriend was really shy and had opted for staying in tonight. He mentioned she was working on her latest novel and you found it adorable how Tae was her one true hype man. Always bragging about what an amazing author she was. And you had to admit, the novels were good. Way better than that overrated Lord of the Rings stuff people fawned over.

Soon enough, you were standing in front of your modest closet and realized how pitiful your social life really was. All you had was mostly work clothing. That was really all you did. You worked and when you weren’t working, you were lazying around in your sweats. And you weren’t about to go clubbing in sweats. No matter how comfortable they were.

After picking just about every color of clothing under the sun and about ten different styles, you settled for something dressy casual. After applying a bit of light makeup and touching up your hair a bit, you deemed yourself ready and went ahead and texted Jungkook that it was clear to pick you up. Was it weird that your heart fluttered at the idea he was going to be picking you up? You wondered what he would be wearing.

Grinning like an idiot, you waited outside in your somewhat uncomfortable fashion heels and kept looking for someone to pull up. Your work heels were far more comfortable because they were designed that way. However, these heels you had always reserved for special occasions and so were rarely worn and therefore not broken in just yet. Your feet were starting to take notice of it.

Before you could focus too much on the pain, a car pulled up and you were shocked to realize it belonged to Jungkook. Dang. You were suddenly nervous about stepping inside. What if you got dirt all over his floor mat? You didn’t have much time to think about it as the male was climbing out with the engine still running. Smiling his bright bunny smile that you had grown to enjoy so much, he said happily but casually,

“You look great. Nice choice.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Jeon.”

And boy did he look fine. Black jeans that outlined his thighs perfectly with black boots to match. White t-shirt and to top it all off, a leather jacket that showcased his upper body beautifully. He was like a demi god of some kind. Absolutely gorgeous.

The next thing you knew, he was opening the passenger side door for you and you timidly climbed in. Hearing him chuckle behind you, he said just as casually as before,

“Don’t be so nervous. Jimin and Tae are constantly trashing my baby. I clean her up every time, though. You’re not causing any damage those two haven’t already created.”

Hearing the sincerity and honesty in his voice, you instantly relaxed and nodded timidly with a smile that was just as timid. In no time, the two of you were on your way to the club and you couldn’t help but notice how soothing the silence was. Spending time with Jungkook seemed to be more and more enjoyable. But you could only hope it wouldn’t hinder your progress for this project Namjoon had you two working on.

“YOU GUYS LOOK GREAT!”

You winced as Jimin approached the two of you as you walked into the club. Of course you had been carded so just as you were trying to put your ID away in your purse, the overly dressed blonde came up to you and nearly plowed into you. Yep. He was definitely on his way to being drunk already. The music was so loud that he had to shout over it just so you could hear him.

Sophisticated your butt.

At first you were pretty awkward. Again, clubbing wasn’t your thing. But after a couple of drinks, you were loosening up a bit. Jimin was definitely drunk by now but it would appear Taehyung was the designated DD tonight. Which actually surprised you since you knew how wild he was when he was sober. Later on you learned that next time it would be Jimin’s turn and Tae could get trashed. Speaking of.....

You looked over to see Jungkook sitting next to you with a bottle of beer and a tall glass of water. Hmmm......looks like he was being responsible and being the DD tonight.

Your DD.....

Eventually Jimin had dragged you out on the dance floor and before you knew it, you were giggling and dancing along with him; definitely tipsy and well on your way to being drunk. You never really drank alcohol so to say you were a lightweight would be an understatement. This was actually really fun. You could now understand why the boys liked this place. It wasn’t so bad after all.

All of a sudden, you felt someone pressing their hot body to your backside. Of course it caught you off guard but the alcohol in your system was making your reflexes slower than usual. Hands fell onto your swaying hips and they stuttered a bit to the beat and the next thing you knew; you could feel something......yeah. Wow. Whoever was behind you was definitely male because you could feel his erection against your bum.

“Hands off her, Wang.”

The alcohol you had consumed earlier was definitely starting to effect you. Hearing a voice that felt like coming home, you immediately turned around and noticed Jungkook standing there looking furious. In your drunken state, you feared he might be mad at you, but you also wanted to get away from Jackson. With whimpers that were drowned out by the thumping club music, you launched yourself out of one man’s arms and into another.

To anyone else, they wouldn’t have heard you. But Jungkook did and your whimpers broke his heart. His inner wolf reared it’s head and practically begged to be let out so he could rip Jackson a new one. But this was a public place. A very public place. There was no way letting out the wolf was an option right now. So he settled for cradling you to his chest and smoothing down your hair.

“Hey, Miss Korea. Why don’t we go find Small Fry, okay?”

Moving your face just a little from where you were hiding in Kook’s firm chest, you saw a very warm looking Taehyung with that boxy grin that never failed to make you smile. Suddenly letting out girly, drunken giggles, it was as if all was well again as you replied happily,

“Okay!”

Jungkook flashed the male a grateful smile while Taehyung just gave a curt nod as he took your hand and started to dramatically and comically search for their little friend as he was now being labeled. It only made you giggle more. Dear God Jungkook wished he could join you right now. But he had business to take care of.

Jackson was surprisingly still standing there; his erection still very noticeable. All the disgusting possibilities ran through the younger’s mind and he jabbed the inside of his cheek with his tongue; a habit whenever he was thoroughly ticked and fuming.

“She’s off limits, Wang. Leave her alone.”

“Why? She yours or something? I don’t see you imprinting on her. As far as I’m concerned, she’s free real estate.”

That was when all hell broke loose.

One second Jackson was standing and the next, decked clean off his feet. A nice bruise was already starting to form on his cheek as he attempted to pick his half drunken self off the floor. Breathing heavily, Jungkook gritted and bared his teeth as he hissed out in anger,

“You should be ashamed of yourself. The Moon Goddess teaches us to love and respect females. They are beautiful beings who deserve more respect than that. They go through so much pain and yet still put on beautiful smiles that light up the world. They work just as hard as we men do; all the while bearing our pups.”

It really was a lovely speech. But all Jackson did was respond with a roll of his eyes; clearly bored and sporting deaf ears.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. It’s not like she’s your mate or anything. I can still have her if I want.”

When Jungkook was about to throw another punch, a swift hand quickly came up to stop him and another arm wove around his waist. Looking over with pure rage, the youngest saw that it was none other than Taehyung and immediately simmered down. Gently shaking his head, the older male spoke calmly,

“He’s not worth it, Kook. Come on. I found Jimin. He’s with her now. But she’s getting antsy and asking about you.”

‘You hear that? Your mate is worried and asking for you. We can deal with dirt bag here later. Right now your mate needs you. Go.’

“Right. Let’s go.”

After the whole Jackson fiasco, it was hard for anyone to stay in a bright mood. When a very drunk Jimin found out, he threatened to go punch the male’s lights out but all that got him was another Small Fry jab in the ribs. Jungkook was relieved to see that made you giggle a little behind your hand. God you were so cute when you giggled. Especially when you were drunk. When those giggles started turning into a yawn, the youngest male spoke up casually but loud enough over the music,

“Okay, you love birds. I’m going to take her home. I think someone’s getting sleepy.”

“No I’m nnooooooottt. I’m wide awake. See!”

Kook watched as you clambered off the bar stool to which he had to catch you before you could fall and the next thing he knew, you were staring right into his eyes with wide ones of your own. The look on your face was priceless and he wished he had his phone handy but sadly it was stuck in his back pocket.

“Sure sure. Well you can be wide awake on the drive home, okay?”

“Okay! Let’s go for a ride! Choo Choo! All aboard the Kookie Train!”

“Oh my god I wish I had my phone out.”

“Got you covered, babe.”

Jungkook looked up to see Taehyung recording the whole thing. Wanting to milk this moment for all it was worth, he gently turned you around in his arms and pointed to the male holding his phone up and said as if like a father to his daughter,

“Lookie. Say hi to Taehyung.”

“Hi, Taetae!”

“Oh wait! I wanna say hi too!”

“This is gold. I’m never deleting this. I’ll put it on an external hard drive if I have to.”

Both Taehyung and Jungkook snickered as a very drunken Jimin was hugging a very drunken you. In this moment, the youngest male of the group found his heart thumping but growing soft all at the same time. This was his pack. His family. And one day soon, he’d introduce you to his world. His pack. Because the Moon Goddess wills it so.

Once Taehyung was finished recording his blackmail material, it was time to pry Jimin away from you so that everyone could get home safely and in one piece. But surprisingly enough, getting the two drunks away from each other was quite difficult.

“But she’s so cozy. I don’t wannaaaaaa.”

“You can cuddle up with your girl back home. And if she’s sleeping, I’ll throw you in the cage with the birds. You’re small enough, you’ll fit.”

“Why I oughta!!!”

With the drunken male now completely absorbed in defending his small size, you were left giggling and falling into a very strong pair of arms. Looking up with that same drunken and dreamy smile, you saw a warm and amused looking Jungkook staring down at you.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yep! I drank lots and lots!”

“Yes I can tell. When we get home, we can drink lots and lots of coffee.”

“Ooouuu! Are we gonna have a slumber party at your place???”

“Slumber party at Kookie’s?!?! I wanna go too!”

“You are going home to your mama bird, Small Fry.”

Jungkook was currently trying to get certain thoughts out of his head when Taehyung came up to him and whispered in his ear,

“Let’s get them out of here before I’m tempted to drop Jimin off at the closest dog shelter instead.”

Snickering and now able to think much clearer, the youngest nodded and instead of trying to help you walk through the crowds, he simply hoisted you up into his arms and carried you out bridal style. It wasn’t till outside in the fresh crisp night air that they all realized how stuffy it had been inside the club.

After lots and lots of whining from a certain Small Fry, Taehyung was finally able to maneuver a very wiggly Jimin into the passenger seat of his car. Meanwhile, Jungkook had it much easier for you had fallen asleep within minutes of being carried and cradled in his arms. He handled you like glass as he carefully pulled the seat belt across your body and clicked it in place. Oh how he wanted to......well.....no. That would be taking advantage of you while you were extremely vulnerable. No. He would kiss you on the cheek with your consent. And that was that.

He took his Moon Goddess’s rules very seriously. Unlike someone he knew....

The drive home was uneventful. Truth be told, Jungkook had full intentions of dropping you off at your apartment building and staying with you till he was certain you were going to be okay with only a mild hangover instead of a killer one. But as he slowly pulled up to your building.......something didn’t settle well with him.

‘Is this her den? Tisk tisk. She can’t stay here. I can smell the mold from miles away. It’s not safe or healthy here. You must take her back to our den where we can protect her and keep her safe and healthy.’

Honestly, the young male didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t have a good feeling about the place when he first picked you up. Hell, he had that same uneasy feeling when he first followed you home. Truth be told, he’d been looking for an excuse to get you out of here. So naturally he’d use this as the perfect excuse to take you home with him.

Putting the car into gear again, he started the drive to his own home. Looking over for just a second, he could see where you were still sleeping peacefully. His inner wolf was wagging his tail happily as he too took in the sight of their beautiful and precious mate.

‘The Goddess has blessed us, little one. We must not take her gift for granted.’

Being the youngest of the pack, Jungkook never dreamed that he would find his mate so soon. But here he was driving in his car with some of the most precious cargo he’d ever transport. All he wanted to do was scent you and love all over you. But his inner wolf seemed to have other ideas as images of you waddling around his apartment with a swollen belly and swollen ankles to match popped into his head. Lounging on the couch and bawling over cheesy k-dramas because the hormones were killing you.

“God. Will you stop with the pups. You’re killing me. We haven’t even set her down for the talk yet.”

‘You can’t blame me, little one. Our special week of the month is coming up and you know what that means. She’ll be ovulating and if you think this is hell......you haven’t seen anything yet.’

Groaning out loud, the young male let his head fall back against the head rest of his seat. His heat cycle. With everything going on, he had completely forgotten about that. Good lord his heats were already painful to begin with. Now that he knew about his mate......there was actually an inkling of fear crawling up his spine. What if he became feral and tried to hunt you down and force you to mate with him? What if the separation from you made him sick? He’d have to talk to Namjoon about all of this on Monday. Maybe sooner because time was running out for Jungkook.

Once parked in his designated spot in the parking garage, he got out and carefully closed the driver side door so that he wouldn’t wake you. Lightly jogging around to the other side, he opened the passenger door with just as much caution and worked on getting your seat belt undone. Just then, your head lulled over to where your nose was just lightly brushing his collarbone and the poor boy thought he might die right there. It took all his self control to get you out of the car without throwing you in the back seat and having his way with you.

After moving and wiggling you till you were finally out of the car and back into his arms, he was able to ease the passenger side door closed and locked his car before carrying you towards the entrance of the apartment building. Already he was feeling more at ease with the knowledge that you would be staying with him for the night where he could protect you. He wouldn’t put it past Jackson to try and sniff you out and take you away from your very own home. This way, Jackson wouldn’t be able to get anywhere near you.

Once inside the building, the trip in the elevator was fairly short before he was exiting and walking down the hall. Being careful not to drop you, he fished around for his keys and unlocked the door to his own little cozy den. As his inner wolf liked to call it. Walking through and easing the door closed behind him, the first thing he noticed was how beautiful the city looked all lit up with different colored lights. Sure it was probably a hazard having an entire wall made of nothing but glass but he couldn’t help it. Jungkook was a free spirit and he always wanted to be able to see the city from above. Especially at night time.

But he could admire the night scene later. Right now he needed to get you into bed and resting because you were going to have a killer hangover in the morning. Carrying you down the hallway with ease, he stepped in through his bedroom doorway and carefully set you down on the bed. Good god you looked so perfect. Drunk or not, you looked like you belonged in his bed. Because you did. It was fate. Mother Nature and the Moon Goddess willed this to happen.

However, as delicious as you looked there laying on his bed with your hair fanned out everywhere, he was going to be the gentleman and take care of you in the most innocent way possible. After slipping his own shoes off, he carefully eased your heels off your feet so as not to wake you. It was then that his inner wolf decided to be a snot nosed brat....as usual.

‘You know.....those clothes probably aren’t comfortable to sleep in either....’

“I hate you.”

‘No you don’t.’

With another groan out loud and wiping a hand down his face, Jungkook stood there trying to figure out the best way to get you out of those club clothes without, one, driving himself crazy. And, two, not to wake you and cause an extremely awkward situation. After chewing on his bottom lip till it was flaking, he finally decided it was best just to jump in. Being extremely cautious, he took your clothing off one piece at a time. And soon enough, you were left with only your bra and panties.

“Dear god, shoot me. Put me out of my misery. Please. Someone. Anyone.”

‘Oh stop being dramatic. Just slip one of your t-shirts on her and she’ll be good to go.’

“You just want to see me die, don’t you?”

There was a small pause and the young boy wasn’t sure his inner wolf was going to answer till he suddenly said,

‘Okay so I might be getting a tiny bit of satisfaction out of watching you squirm.’

Glaring out into space, Jungkook huffed through his nose like a typical wolf and walked over to his dresser drawer where he kept his extra large t-shirts. Of course any of them would work but he was being extremely picky and making sure he got one for you that was the most comfortable and least worn out. Just when he had deemed one good enough, he turned around only to see you had....well....moved.

You were now laying on your stomach with your perky bum slightly raised in the air while resting your head on one of his pillows; a small peaceful smile on your face. But no matter how hard he tried to stay focus on that beautiful and innocent smile, his eyes slid down your body to stop at your bum every time. You were nearly in the perfect mating position. Half naked with your tush on full display.

Before he could stop himself, a small but quiet howl of pain filled the room followed by what could only be described as puppy whimpering. If Jungkook’s neighbors didn’t know any better, they would have thought he had recently gotten a puppy from the shelter.

‘Oh stop being a baby and just put the shirt on her.’

With another huff and a childlike pout, the young wolf did as he was told and approached you with caution. If he thought clubbing had exhausted him, exercising all of this self control was what really wore him out. But fortunately he still had some luck on his side for he was able to get the over sized shirt on you and eased you back into the position you were in previously. Before he could be tempted any further, he walked to his closet, grabbed some pillows and a set of pajama pants and t-shirt for himself and was out of the room in a flash.

When it was finally time for you to come back around to the world of the conscious, the first thing you realized was that you’d very much like to remain unconscious. Head pounding, eyes aching, body sore and throbbing, feet feeling like they were swollen. Yeah. Definitely prefer unconscious right now. However, cracking your eyes open, you realized real quick that........this wasn’t your bedroom. This wasn’t your apartment.

So there you laid with a horrible hangover and trying to understand why you weren’t in your apartment. Your recollection of last night was fussy at best. You remembered arriving and having some drinks, obviously. Then there was......Jackson! Fear crawled up your spine as you wondered if this was his place. Had you seriously left with him? Or maybe he kidnapped you? He was awfully persistent. That was when you looked over to the bedside table as your world swayed in front of you. There laid a piece of paper along with two pain pills and a glass of water.

After slowly easing yourself up into a sitting position, you took the two pain pills and downed them with the glass of water and attempted to read what was on the piece of paper. Turns out you were in fact not at Jackson’s, thank goodness, and you were actually at Jungkook’s. That was when you finally started taking everything in. Looking down at yourself, you realized you were no longer in your own clothing aside from your undergarments. Oh lord. That meant.......oh god. Groaning, you let your head fall and the blush was overwhelmingly warm on your face.

Pulling yourself together, you also realized that said male wasn’t in the room. Was this his bedroom or a spare bedroom? Looking around, you quickly confirmed this was in fact the young man’s room. It had Jungkook written all over it. So of course that made you wonder if he had been sleeping in the bed beside you. Looking over, you could tell there was no way he had been in the same bed with you. The wheels in your head started turning and you quickly decided that you wanted to find the living room.

But first, bathroom.

After managing to find the bathroom without any help and taking care of your business, you splashed some water on your face and realized that your makeup had turned into a mess at some point through the night. With no makeup removing materials, it proved to be quite the task to get that crap off without making a complete and total mess of your coworker’s bathroom.

Looking as presentable as you could be with all things considered, you padded out of the bathroom and down the hall which you assumed would lead you out into a very bright living room. Very bright. Like ouch that freaking hurts bright. Squinting and trying to hood your eyes with your hand, you noticed standing by the window or rather a glass wall was none other than Jungkook himself.

Aside from the slight bed head, he looked just as handsome as ever. Standing there leaning against the glass and admiring the early morning sun shining over the city. He was sporting a t-shirt just like you were only he had these simple red and white checkered pajama pants on and dang did he look comfortable. Oh how you’d love to just cuddle up with him on the couch and------wait what????

Maybe you were still drunk?

“Oh! There you are. How are you feeling? Did you find the meds I left for you?”

Face turning flushed pink once more, you smiled sheepishly and nodded timidly. Tucking some of your own somewhat tamed bed head behind your ears, you cleared your throat and spoke up softly,

“I’m pretty embarrassed. Never before have I gotten that drunk. I can’t even remember some things. I didn’t puke all over you or anything, did I?”

Laughing softly while shaking his head, the young male replied while motioning for the couch,

“Ani ani. You held your liquor quite well. Way better than Jimin hyung. In fact, he’s already texted us in our group chat saying the next time we go out, it’s going to be at a dog cafe. Here. Take a seat and rest.”

Giggling as you could totally picture Jimin saying that, you gave a small and slow nod before timidly taking a seat on the couch. It was then that you were quickly reminded of your current attire. Blushing heavily, you glanced over to see Jungkook shyly staring at you too. Swapping bashful smiles, the male cleared his throat and said as casually as he could,

“Speaking of Jimin, he also mentioned something about grabbing lunch with the guys today and having you officially meet his girlfriend along with Tae’s. Would you like that? A girls day out? You know, where you girls can go out and do whatever it is you females do for fun.”

You couldn’t help but snort followed by giggles as you listened to him talk. Such a typical guy. A male who will never understand the female species. Then again. Would females ever understand males? Probably not. Smiling widely and already feeling much better than earlier, you nodded and replied with a joyous tone in your voice,

“Yeah! I’d like that. I don’t have any female friends, really.”

“Well now you do. Come on. I’ll drop you off at your place to wash and change and then we can meet up with them at the mall.”

And with that, the two of you started your day. You waited out in the living room patiently while Jungkook hopped in the shower and made himself presentable. Of course you had simply changed back into your clubbing clothes but knew that it wouldn’t last long since the drive to your apartment was pretty short. Upon seeing the male step back out into the living room, you couldn’t help but smile wider. He always looked so good no matter what he was wearing.

“Ready?”

“Ready!”

Walking out to the parking garage where his car was, you both noticed the sounds of what seemed to be fire trucks. You glanced over at him and noticed he was staring back at you too. Those trucks sounded awfully close. However, it could have been anything but it was never a good thing for a fire truck to be blaring so close to home. Climbing in, you both buckled up and were off onto the streets.

Within five minutes, your heart sunk and you felt like you were going to puke.

The fire trucks were all parked outside the front of your building as it started to collapse on itself with the help of the flames that were trying to engulf it. Fire. It was everywhere. The entire building was up in flames. Fight or flight instincts kicked in and you quickly unbuckled yourself and was flinging yourself out of the car before Jungkook could even put it to a full stop; shouting after you.

“Wait! Stop!”

Fortunately the male was part wolf and could use his speed and strength to his advantage. Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around your waist and stopping you from going any closer to the burning building. You screamed and thrashed in his arms; exclaiming that you had belongings in there. Belongings that were important and precious to you. Once you had stopped screaming at him, he softly shushed you and held you to his chest as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry, beautiful. I’m so sorry. It’s going to be okay. We’ll fix this. It’s going to be okay.”

His inner wolf howled in pain and it rang in his ears. Dear god this was pure torture seeing you like this. It had tears stinging his own eyes as he held onto you for dear life. You had since then lost all your will to stand and so he had to hold you up as best he could. You just wouldn’t stop sobbing and honestly he couldn’t blame you. He could only imagine what precious items you must have been referring to.

Managing to get you back in his car, the two of you sat there in silence. You were silently crying and he was sitting there trying to figure out how to clean this mess up. It was killing him. So much so that it was hard to think straight. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and make all this go away so that you’d smile again. Swallowing hard, he suddenly remembered their previous plans and that’s what an idea struck him. Pulling out his phone, he found the contact he was looking for and pressed the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Jiminnie hyung. Have you guys left yet?”

“Nope. Cutie here insists I’m not sober enough yet. I think she just wants to see me choke back black coffee.”

“Look. I’m coming over now. I’ll explain when we get there.”

“W---Okay. Sure. The door will be unlocked. Kook is everything o----”

But the male didn’t give his older brother a chance to finish as his car was already back out on the street and zooming towards their destination; Jimin’s girlfriend’s house. You took one last look at the place you had called home for the last three years before closing your eyes and bawling all the harder as you slumped further into the passenger seat.

“Shhh. It’s okay, beautiful. We’ll fix this. We’ll make everything okay.”

Once arriving, Jungkook looked over to see that you had finally stopped crying but the alternative wasn’t much better. If anything, it was worse. You just sat there staring out into space; thinking only God knows what. Turning the car off, he got out and helped you out and you let him; not having the spirit in you to do it yourself.

However, once Jimin opened the door and saw you standing there, you burst into tears all over again and flung yourself at the small man; clinging to him and sobbing into his shoulder. Meanwhile said man was staring at the younger male with question marks all over his face mouthing ‘What happened?’

But instead of answering the older male out loud, Jungkook simply gave him a look that said he’d explain everything in a minute. It was then that he turned to the cute, petite female standing a few feet away in the living room and he asked softly,

“Mama Bird, could she use your shower and......perhaps borrow a fresh set of clothing?”

Nodding eagerly, the female spoke in a soft, sweet, and motherly tone as she replied,

“Of course, of course. Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get you washed up. You’ll love my shampoo I use. And we’ll pick out a really pretty outfit that will have you feeling good as new.”

With soft whimpers falling from your quivering lips, you allowed the other female to guide you deeper into her cozy home where the bathroom could be found. Lucky for you, the female was quite the literal mama bird. You would be in good hands for the moment.

Once the two females were out of sight, Jungkook sighed heavily and closed the front door behind him before leaning against it and rubbing his face tiredly. Jimin stood there shifting his weight from one foot to the other before he finally cracked under the suspense and asked once more,

“Jungkook, what happened? Did someone die?”

“No......but something tells me they might as well have.”

Just as Jimin was about to nag about the younger beating around the bush and speaking in riddles, the dark haired boy spoke up once more.

“Her apartment was on fire this morning, hyung. The whole building is completely destroyed. I have no idea if anyone was in the building but thank the Moon Goddess she wasn’t.”

When the blonde male gave him a look, he added in brief explanation,

“I took her to my place after last night. I just......my inner wolf told me to. And I can’t really say I wanted to argue. I want her home with me so bad, Jimin. Is this what it feels like for you and Taehyung?”

“Oh yeah. Trust me. That’s why I’ve been staying here at her place. Thankfully she doesn’t mind it. And honestly I could see myself moving in here if we get that far.”

Suddenly one of the colorful birds in the living room spoke up but what came out of his mouth was not what Jungkook was expecting.

“Heehee heehee you’re such an idiot, Jiminnie. But I still love you.”

The shopping trip, the car, the blast. It was all there. Your heart monitor picked up a bit as you tried to process everything. Good lord when was life going to slow down for you? When were things going to get back to normal again? And like a light in the darkness, you watched your roommate rush back over to you with a glass of water.

“Easy, princess. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?”

“Jungkook----You’re hurt.”

“Aish, woman. I said shush. Here.”

The next thing you knew, he was setting the glass of water down on the side table so that he could help shift you up into a better sitting position without aggravating any of your injuries. Sure Jungkook was injured too, but his wounds were going to heal a hell of a lot quicker than yours. You, his fragile mate who was still human and didn’t yet possess the healing properties that came with being a wolf.

“Take slow sips, babe. You don’t want to choke.”

Well he was making that difficult. The pet name did things to you. And that bloody heart monitor was giving you away as it bleeped a bit. Of course he noticed and looked at you with worry and concern etched deep in his facial expression. However, if he was going to ask you about it, he must have decided to spare you as he set the glass of water back down now that you were done with it.

“What happened? Why my car? What did I or my car ever do to anyone? And my stuff we bought? Is it----”

“Beautiful, Beautiful. Slow down, okay? I know this is overwhelming but the stress with slow down your healing progress. Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Well there wasn’t much to explain, really. While he carefully helped you back down into a laying position and making sure you were as comfortable as you could be, Jungkook thought about how to word what he was about to say. Truth was, he had a very serious talk with Namjoon and, honestly, it left Jungkook pretty spooked. The last thing anyone wanted was to make your nerves even more frazzled than they already were.

“You see, babe.......Namjoonie hyung and I think.....well......We’re beginning to wonder if.......If you’re being targeted.”

There really was no pretty way to say it but dang the male wish he hadn’t stuttered and faltered so much. It only revealed how nervous and scared he was and right now you needed him to be strong. He was your strong mate who was supposed to show no fear and protect you from harm. He watched a look of confusion cross over your face as you mumbled,

“I--I’m sorry, what? Targeted? Why? I didn’t do anything to anyone.”

“I know, love.”

Did he have to keep up with the pet names? And what was this weird feeling in your chest every time he used one? Good lord you didn’t have the energy for this. First your apartment goes up in flames where you lose everything to your name. Then your car gets stolen. Now said car gets graffiti spray painted all over it and blown to smithereens. What else could God possibly throw at you right now???

Maybe someone really was targeting you. But why?

“Kookie-----I’m scared. What if----”

Dear lord. That crack in your feeble voice. The welling of tears in your eyes. And those words. I’m scared. It was like pulling the trigger on a weapon. Something snapped inside the male and he suddenly took your hand in his that had the pulse and oxygen level reader on your finger and kissed the back of your scarred skin. In a hushed voice, he whispered soothingly,

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m still living and breathing. All this bad luck shit is gonna end right here right now.”

“Jungkook---language.”

He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling as you laid there with red rimmed, watery eyes and a cute red nose to match; scolding him for his mild French. You looked so small, so tiny, laying in this stupid hospital bed when you should be resting on his couch next to him watching more cheesy Disney movies. Falling asleep in his arms after a long day of shopping.

But that didn’t happen. Because someone was trying to target you. His girl. His mate. It wasn’t you they were after.

It was Jungkook.

And they officially got his attention. Something the male would make sure they regretted.

“Kookie? You okay?”

Just as he was about to assure you he was fine, there was a soft couple knocks at the door and in came Hoseok. You always did like his bright smile. He was like a ray of sunshine when things got stressful at the office. You often wondered how he managed to stay so positive all the time.

“Jungkookie, Namjoon’s got something for you.”

The older male then laid eyes on you and smiled that bright smile that could light up the whole world and added,

“The girls are here. They’d like to see you. Feeling up to it?”

“Absolutely. Send them in, please.”

You looked over to see that serious expression on your roommate’s face once again. It was like he was in some serious and deep thought. But before you could question him, he suddenly lifted your hand again and kissed the back of it. Were you ever going to get used to that? Why was that even a question? God you couldn’t wait till the girls got in here. You needed some help. Girl help.

“I’ll be back, beautiful. Have fun with the girls.”

“O--Okay.”

No more had the door closed behind him, it busted right back open and two blubbering females came stumbling into the room. Widow got to you first as she flung herself onto you despite all the cords. Mama Bird quickly closed the door to give you three some privacy. Pulling up a chair while Widow sat in another, it was the petite one who said in a serious tone,

“Girlfriend----We need to have a talk.”

So they ‘sat you down’ and had a nice long talk with you. Lucky for them, you were all on the same wavelength because their topic of choice just happened to be the same as yours. You never imagined you’d be sitting with your small niche of girl friends discussing boy troubles.

“Girl, I’m telling you, he likes you. Like----Likes you likes you.”

“You should have seen him barreling through the hospital doors. He was almost out of his mind.”

“Yeah. It took almost every one of his coworkers to settle him down. He was really worried about you. It almost got him thrown out of the hospital.”

“Are we talking about the same guy here?”

You asked the question as you tried to soak up all the information they were giving you. Why would Jungkook be ‘out of his mind’ because you got hurt? What was so special about you? None of this was making any sense.

“Jungkook would have been that worried about anyone. He’s just a really nice boy is all.”

At the same exact time, as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times, they both shook their heads and said,

“Nah. He’s crushing on you.”

“Guuuyssss! That’s ridiculous! Why me!? There’s nothing special about me!”

“Jimin and Taehyung tell us he’s all the time staring at you while at work. And when that Jackson guy tried to hit on you at the club that night, Taehyung told me Kook was livid.”

You laid there in your bed chewing nervously on your bottom lip; feeling it flaking. What if they were right? What if this wasn’t just your coworker and roommate being a nice guy? What if there was more to the story? It would explain why he’s so affectionate with the skinship and all. And the pet names.

“Well.......He did.......Give me a lot of pet names a little bit ago.”

“See!!”

“Yah. You guys don’t have to be so in sync about it. It’s just----We aren’t even in the same league. I’m ground beef and he’s----he’s.......Prime Rib!”

“Doesn’t matter. He likes you. You like him. It’s----”

“Hey hey. Who said I liked him???”

They both gave you a look that clearly screamed they weren’t buying your bluff and all you could do was pout and huff in annoyance. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you felt. So much had happened in the last few days that you couldn’t think about boys and love right now. Or maybe you were just afraid to think about it.

“So what do you think I should do?”

“Hook up.” “Kiss him.”

It all sounded like a jumble of words as they had answered at the same exact time. So much so, that you couldn’t tell who gave which response. Regardless, both answers had you blushing like a teenager and the heart monitor had slightly picked up in beeping as your heart was doing gymnastics inside your chest.

“You two aren’t any help at all. Why again are we friends?”

“Because you love us.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook was standing huddled with the rest of the guys as the seven of them were in the waiting room. Fortunately it was just them since it was so late in the evening. The atmosphere was tense as the pack leader began to speak.

“We have evidence that leads us to believe it was another werewolf. A tuft of fur was found on the scene next to where her car was parked on the street the day her apartment was set on fire. The day it was stolen. I’ve got people trying to swipe the camera footage from other places of business that would have caught sight of the incident.”

“So then we agree she’s being targeted?”

“It’s not her they’re after.......It’s me.”

“Jungkook. I know you like to feel special and all because she’s your girl, but----”

Before his hyung could finish, the youngest pup interrupted him and explained in a surprisingly calm voice,

“I know who did it. It makes sense now. The werewolf fur, all of this happening right after the night at the club. Guys.......It’s so obvious now.”

He looked especially at Jimin and Taehyung. When the second youngest locked eyes, it was like watching the light bulb come on. With a soft curse, he stood up and muttered,

“Jackson. That son of a b---”

“Wait wait wait. Jackson? As in....Jackson of the Lucky Seven pack?”

“Yeah. That one. The dirt bag. I should have known he would be a sore loser.”

Before Taehyung could blow up any further, it was Namjoon who put the breaks on the situation as he put his hands up a bit and said softly,

“Whoa whoa whoa. Okay let’s back up here. Clearly we are not on the same page. Some of us are missing a chapter here. Kook, Tae, tell us what happened.”

So that’s when the two youngest of the pack started going over the events of the night they went out with you to the bar Jimin had recommended to help celebrate your first week in your new position. They talked about how Jackson had been messing with you for awhile now and that he had made an appearance at the same bar and was trying to make a move on you yet again.

After letting all of the details sink in, the leader of their little family sighed heavily and rubbed his face. This was great. Just great. Not only had the Bangtan Pack and Lucky Seven Pack gotten along for years, but just yesterday their leader and some of his boys were helping rebuild what you had lost. And now he was being told one of the members could have actually caused the damage in the first place?

“It all fits, Namjoon. This is payback for losing her to me. Because we all know how Jackson likes to go around and brag about how he never loses and always gets what he wants.”

It was silent for a moment. Or what felt like several moments. Surprisingly enough, it was Taehyung who was boiling while Jungkook remained cool as a cucumber. The second youngest just couldn’t help it. You were so special to him. You were like a sister-in-law already and you made his own mate extremely happy. And anything that made Black Widow happy left Taehyung a very happy puppy. And now someone was threatening that happiness. This wasn’t cool, bro. Not cool at all.

“Yoongi, start collecting the security footage of the office building. I want every second she and Jackson were together on film. If he really is harassing her, he’s going to have consequences for his actions in my company. Whether he’s targeting her and Jungkook or not, I will not allow harassment in my company.”

The leader then looked up at his pack and started giving more orders.

“Jin, see if you can get Jaebum on the line. We need to talk. Hoseok, see if you can get Mark to talk. I know he’s closer to Jackson than the rest of them. He could be an accomplice because I highly doubt Jackson could have possibly done this by himself. And you three.....”

He was eyeing the three youngest pups of his family and added with a little more warmth and gentleness,

“Go take care of your girls.”

“Oh we’re just fine. But we got plans for Kook here.”

All seven pairs of eyes looked up and Jungkook ended up turning around only to be face-to-face with two very mischievous looking young girls. Yikes. They were playing the part of she-wolves way too well and way too soon. Not a lot of things scared Jungkook. But when females got their heads together, now that was scary.

Not long after the girls left, you saw Jin coming in and tried to give a bow of your head to him. He was the vice president of the company you work for after all. He simply chuckled and waved his hand as if swatting at a fly and said casually,

“No need for the formalities, child. I’m here as a friend, not your second in command of a boss. How are you feeling?”

“Really sore. Where’s Jungkook? Is he okay? He looked......really stressed earlier when he left.”

“Kookie’s fine. Aside from the concussion, of course. Namjoon sent him home to freshen up but the little snot nosed brat promised that nothing was going to keep him away from here for long. I imagine he’ll be back soon.”

You tried not to blush at the information. Perhaps the girls weren’t exaggerating? Had your coworker and roommate really been that scared for you? How long had he been sitting next to your bedside? Clearing your now once again dry throat, you looked back up to see the male smiling in amusement and you pouted.

“Not you too???”

“Hey. I may be a man but I notice these things too. I’m not totally and completely clueless. Only when I don’t want to take orders from Namjoon. Then I act like the dumbest male on Earth. It gets me out of everything.”

The both of you laugh and even though it hurt in some places, you welcomed the entertainment. It felt like years since you had laughed but really it was just the weight of everything that made it seem that way. All of this bad luck could really get to a person.

“Thanks, Jin. I’ll be waiting for him.”

Indeed you waited. It felt like several hours but really it was only about three or four. Looking at the clock on your phone, you saw it was almost 9:00pm. The irrational part of your brain kept bringing up all the bad possibilities. What if he had decided to go home and just rest for the night? What if something happened to him next? What if he was trying to make his way here and got in a wreck because of his concussion? What if----

“Hey sorry I’m late, beautiful. It’s gonna sound really cliche but traffic was horrible. What are so many people doing out on a Sunday night is beyond me.”

He was only slightly out of breath as he carried his duffel bag over to the couch that was in your room. The hospital had moved you out of critical condition and now you were in a cozy little room that looked much more inviting despite it still being a hospital room.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Oh this? I’m staying the night. The doctor said you’ll be free to go home tomorrow once he makes sure you’ll be okay. He said you could go back to work Tuesday if you’re feeling up to it, but for now he’s keeping you here for observation. Typical doctor stuff.”

“Kookie. You don’t have to stay with me. I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“But I brought your favorite.”

Your eyes widened as he pulled something other than clothing out from his bag. It was a takeout box. You recognized the logo too. It was from your favorite restaurant. Turning extremely flustered, you asked with a stutter,

“H--How did you know it’s my favorite?”

“Widow told me.”

And suddenly it clicked for you. Narrowing your eyes in suspicion at him, you asked with folded arms; being careful of all the cords attached to you,

“Oh yeah? What else did she tell you?”

But the young male just chuckled and started taking out more boxes. Looks like he had grabbed a little of everything they had on the menu. You didn’t know how to feel at the moment. Things were starting to feel......intimate again. It was that same strange, almost intoxicating feeling again. You itched to hold his hand some more and you wanted him over next to your bed so badly you couldn’t stand it. So confusing.

Truth be told, Jungkook felt like he was dying right now. With it being so close to Monday, his heat was starting to kick in and you smelled like absolute Heaven right now. Your ovulation in full swing as you would approach your period not this week but next week. But he was going to go through with this. And then in the morning he’d be gone and leave you in the care of his pack. Well some.

A FEW HOURS AGO.....

“Namjoon......I need to go to the island for this one. It’s not safe for her to be so close to me. The cabin and chains aren’t going to cut it this time. I need to be across water and even that I fear may not be enough. Can Tae come along? Just to help keep me grounded from losing my mind.”

The two of them were in the boy’s apartment as he packed a few sets of clothing into a duffel bag while keeping another one for things like toiletries and other necessities. This week was going to be hell. He could already tell. Being just this far away from you was killing the poor boy. It was only a small taste of what was in store for him.

“Actually I think that’s a good idea. While I know we’re eventually going to have to talk to her, especially if Jackson is behind this, now definitely isn’t the best time. We don’t need her finding out what we are because of heat. How you holding up, by the way? You look a bit warm.”

“Honestly? I feel like I’m dying. It’s not even the whole being horny thing. It’s......My heart hurts, hyung. I need to be by her side. She’s hurt and in pain and I want to lick all her wounds clean and groom her and-----”

“Aigoo aigoo. Still a young pup trying to control his canine urges.”

Jungkook pouted like a child as his pack leader sat there in the desk chair and laughed at him. Of course it wasn’t in any mean way but still. He couldn’t help it. His inner wolf liked to try and take over when it came time for heat week as the young male liked to call it. However, the older between the two nodded once more and said casually,

“I’ll have the private jet ready for you in the morning and I’ll have Taehyung pick you up from the hospital where I will personally escort her home to your apartment. Sound good?”

“It sounds great, hyung. You’re the best pack leader I could ever hope for. Thank you so much for this.”

“Don’t mention it. But, Kook......do you think it wise to be spending the night there? You’re already starting to struggle with the tug.”

“I think I can deal with it till morning. It hurts and it’s painful but it’s not unbearable. In fact, I feel like being next to her might at least help with some of the pain.”

He added with a sigh and a nervous rub to the back of his head; looking completely stressed out as he stared at his two luggage bags,

“Besides.....The girls told me they’re getting tired of waiting on me.”

BACK TO THE PRESENT......

“You sneaked in dinner from my favorite restaurant?”

“Yep. Hope you don’t mind.”

You stared at him in complete disbelief. Not in a bad way. You weren’t ungrateful, no. Just......surprised? The hospital had already fed you dinner while your roommate was out but, one, you weren’t about to tell him that. And two, it sucked and this right here was going to be ten times better.

So after getting two pairs of disposable chopsticks out of the takeout bag, Jungkook carefully arranged all the food boxes on your nightstand and the two of you started to eat. You noticed he looked a little ragged. Wasn’t the whole point of going out was to freshen up?

“You okay, Jungkookie? Is it your injuries? Are they bothering you?”

Not wanting you to stress any more than you already were, he quickly shook his head while in mid-chewing and swallowed just as fast. Flashing you a wide smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he replied casually,

“Oh no. No those are fine. Honestly they don’t even hurt anymore. No I just.......I wanted to be able to finish our day together somewhat like we planned, you know? We were supposed to go out and have di-dinner.”

Curse him for stuttering. Good lord how old was he? 16? He needed to man up and take control. But in his small defense, the smell of you was killing him and making it extremely hard to think straight. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea. But he couldn’t leave you. Not yet. He wasn’t finished.

“So um......Princess......There’s something I want to talk about before I leave for vacation in the morning.”

“If you’re about to tell me to make sure I turn all the burners off and the oven off when I’m done in the kitchen, I think I can handle it, Kook.”

Honestly, you had completely forgotten about his vacation being this week. Your chest grew tight and you felt like your throat was closing up despite the joke you tried to pull. Jungkook had gotten you through the last few days and to think you’d suddenly be without him scared you a little. He was like your life jacket and now it was floating up river and out of your hands. You were going to drown without him. It was then that his soft chuckles calmed your frazzled nerves.

“Ani ani. I um.....It’s about......”

He took a deep breath and set his now empty box of takeout on the night stand and placed his hands in his lap. Staring up at you, he briefly bit his bottom lip before saying,

“I like you. A lot.”

Oh boy. This was it. Here we go. You knew something had to be up when he said Widow had told him about your favorite restaurant. Seeing him all cute and sweating over it, though, made you want to tease him a bit. Smiling what appeared to be an innocent smile, you said casually,

“Awes. I like you too, Kookie.”

“No that’s-----No that’s not what I-----Aish, woman. Don’t make me spell it out for you.”

Giggling behind your free hand that wasn’t holding the chopsticks, you watched him with crinkled eyes as he pouted with his shoulders slouched and sliding down a bit in his chair. He looked so cute all flustered like that.

“What if I want you to spell it out for me?”

“You’re evil. How long have you known?”

“For as long as the girls have kept bugging me about it. I kept trying to deflect them but today they were pretty persistent about it. They um......They said you were out of your mind with worry over me.”

“I was.”

You stared at him; now having set your chopsticks down in your takeout box which sat in your lap now that you were fulling sitting up in bed. His eyes were warm and soft like two chocolate orbs as they stared back at you. Trying not to gulp too loud, you watched him take your hand.

“I care about you so much, beautiful. The day we bumped into each other was cliche but I guess you could label me a hopeless romantic. I started hanging out with you and I just......I fell, baby. I fell so hard. You have no idea.”

You were an absolute blushing mess. You were a hot mess to be exact. It was true. Everything the girls had told you was true. Jungkook really did feel strong things for you. It just didn’t seem possible. But here he was, a fine specimen of a man was telling you he pretty much loves you. Or is at least in love with you.

“So......What do you say? Wanna be my girl?”

“On one condition.....”

You watched his face pale despite his rosy cheeks and light sheet of sweat making his skin shine in the dim lighting of the room. Grinning, you said,

“I get the last box of takeout.”

MEANWHILE......

“This is a very serious accusation you’re making.”

Jaebum, the COO of the company you work for and who had worked his tail off helping rebuild yesterday, was wearing a deep frown on his face as he stared at the three men in front of him. Namjoon was the first to respond while Jin and Yoongi were looking through the security footage.

“Jae, trust me. I don’t like this either. I don’t want to believe it. We shouldn’t have to be sitting here at nine forty-five at night on a Sunday looking through our own security footage but if our theory is right, one of our own could be in danger. More than one someone.”

The COO’s adams apple bobbed roughly as he swallowed hard. His dark, sharp eyes flickered over to the laptop screen and his jaw made a soft tick when he saw one of his pack brothers on the screen. Over and over again. Sometimes leaning against you; almost cornering you. Since there was sound, they could hear everything. Some of the things Jackson was saying to you made Jaebum ill. And almost every time, Jungkook was there to eventually save you. Making up some kind of excuse to get you out of Jackson’s clutches.

“The evidence doesn’t lie, Jae. Even if there’s a chance Jackson didn’t cause the fire or the car bombing, he’s been harassing her and it’s only going to be a matter of time before Jungkook runs out of patience. And he has every right. She is his mate and he will not hesitate to take out a threat.”

“I know. I just tried to call and he’s not answering.”

It was then that Yoongi spoke in his usual soft but smooth voice.

“Nonsense. Widow and I are happy to be here. Besides, we need some new clothes and I’m looking for a pair of nice sandals since the weather is finally getting nice. The blossoms are so beautiful!”

And so the three of you started your journey. First stop was one of the department stores that sold some pretty cute clothing. Especially since everyone was coming out with their Summer line since Spring was already here. Of course the first section you hit up was the clearance rack. Mostly it was stuff from Winter season but you didn’t care. One man’s trash was another man’s treasure.

“What about this one, Widow?”

You glanced up to see Mama Bird holding up a dress from the dwindling Spring Collection while Black Widow was holding up her phone so she could take a picture and send it to her boyfriend. Speaking of......

“Ouch! It bit me! Do you see that?! It bit me!”

“Oh will you calm down. He’s just barely old enough to be away from his mother’s milk. Like he could cause that much damage. You’re not even bleeding.”

Taehyung pouted as he held the squirming.....surprise.....in his arms. Him and Jimin were currently at the checkout line with items needed for this particular surprise. Just one piece of something much grander that would be waiting for you once the sun went down. If only you knew what was in store for you. The boys were more than excited for this. It had been a long long time since the pack was on such an important mission. Speaking of........

“What if red isn’t her color? Besides, isn’t it true that red ones are more likely to be pulled over?”

“Good point......So maybe stick with the classic black? Black is sexy, right?”

Namjoon glanced over at the employee who had been following him and Jin around for at least a good two hours. The poor guy deserved a raise after all of this but the boys just wanted to make sure they made the absolutely best choice for you. Money wasn’t an issue, it was just making sure they picked out something you’d like and could get behind.

“It’d be easier to buy her a ring. Can’t we just buy her jewelry? That’ll make her just as happy, right?”

“Do you want Jungkook to cut off your balls?”

Namjoon quickly turned to the male employee and raised a hand while saying casually, “My apologies for the choice of words.”

“No worries, man. As long as I make a sale today.”

Speaking of.......

“Oh my god! It’s gorgeous! Look at her, Widow! And it’s on sale!”

It took at least two department stores for the girls to convince you to steer away from the clearance racks that had practically nothing on them. In all honesty, they were right. There was nothing but extremely picked over winter clothing and who was going to wear that at this time of year? Not you. That’s for sure.

So there you stood outside the dressing room in a cute outfit handpicked by Mama Bird herself. Your cheeks turned warm in a blush as Black Widow took a picture. Seems she was taking her boyfriend’s conditions very seriously. It was kind of cute, really. It was more than obvious that she valued Taehyung’s opinion.

“Tae says it looks great!”

“Good. We were gonna buy it even if he didn’t like it. We’re just making him think he’s in charge of our wardrobes.”

Mama Bird’s words made all three girls laugh. Even you. It was true, getting out and shopping was definitely distracting you. There were a couple times you actually forgot about all your troubles. It was then you heard a heavy sigh that actually wasn’t your own.

“Tae wants me to look at lingerie. Shall we go there next and get it out of the way?”

“Might as well. I actually need some too. Jiminnie tore up my last set. I made him sleep on the couch that night.”

“Ouch. So did you.....”

“I left him hard as a rock.”

Both you and Widow made an “oooohhhh” sound along with matching winces. Honestly, from what you had learned so far about the sweet Mama Bird, that kind of behavior surprised you. That was when she explained that she had told Jimin time and time again to stop destroying her lingerie sets but he would never seem to listen. You supposed tearing clothing off his girl must have been a kink of Jimin’s. Part of you wanted to ask if the male had yet to learn his lesson.

“Pick something out for yourself too, girly. Something that will make Kook drool all over you.”

Needless to say, you literally choked on your own inhale and your own saliva at the same time. Clearing your throat after feeling Widow gently pat your back, you looked over at Mama Bird like she had grown two heads.

“W-What?”

“Oh come on. Haven’t you seen the way Jungkook looks at you?”

“I---N-No?”

You were honestly left speechless. What did they mean by that? What kind of looks was your coworker giving you? Sure Jungkook was being extremely nice right now but that was just.....well.....normal right? You looked between the girls and couldn’t tell if they were teasing you or what but it made you a bit uneasy.

“Well we think he has the hots for you. And besides. He’s a handsome guy who’s single and you’re a beautiful woman who’s single. Nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun, right?”

“Oh my gosh----guys----he’s my coworker. I don’t----We aren’t-----”

“Aigoo you’re so cute! Widow isn’t she adorable!?”

After helping you cool down from your blush, the two girls left you alone for a few minutes so that they could look for some lingerie of their own. You were pretty sure you had heard Mama Bird mumbling something about her next set being made of barbwire so that Jimin couldn’t destroy it. But you were pretty sure that would be a lose-lose situation for both of them. More like an ouch-ouch situation.

Being left to your own devices, you couldn’t stop thinking about what the girls had said. Did.....Could......Was it really possible that Jungkook thought of you in ways other than just a coworker? Was that why he was so eager to have you move in with him? You didn’t know what to think or how to feel. It was probably just the girls trying to play matchmaker. Yeah. That’s what you’d chalk it up to. Staring down at your phone, you decided to send the male a quick text.

You: Having fun doing guy stuff?

It was almost like he was waiting for you to text him as his reply came faster than you were expecting.

Jungkook: Yep! Having fun doing girl stuff?

You: It’s helping.

What were you supposed to say? Then again, you supposed you asked for that. Staring down at your phone screen at your own pitiful reply, you could see where the male was already typing something in response.

Jungkook: It’s going to get better. I promise. Soon.

“So who you texting? I’m sure it’s not Jungkook.”

“Yah. Leave me alone, Mama Bird!”

The two girls softly giggled at you as you blushed about three different shades of red and playfully swatted at them. Good gravy what were you? A teenager? With a huff, you stuffed your phone back in your purse and focused on finding a set of lingerie. Just one set couldn’t hurt.....right? Speaking of......

“How many should we get? One or two?”

Yoongi stood there looking bored out of his mind while watching Hoseok going over the display of decorative pillows with a fine tooth comb. To be honest, the shorter male didn’t see the point in them. They weren’t useful. Just for decoration. But his pack brother insisted you needed some nice touches to your new home.

“I say one.”

“I’m getting two, just to be safe.”

The platinum blonde saw that response coming from a mile away. Hoseok was so predictable in that way. Rolling his eyes when the younger wasn’t looking, the two pillows then got stuffed in the second cart. Yes. Hoseok had gotten just a little too carried away and the next thing they knew, one cart turned into two shopping carts. Speaking of........

“Ugh. Why don’t shopping malls have shopping carts available??? My hands are killing me. These bags are so heavy.”

“Girl. This ain’t a grocery store. We’ve not even started shoe shopping yet. You’ve got a long way to go.”

“Can’t we at least put these in the cars, first?”

“Good idea. Actually that’s a brilliant idea. I’m starting to see why Taehyung calls you Miss Korea. You’ve got the beauty and the brains.”

And that was when the three of you walked out to the parking lot to hunt down both Mama Bird’s and Black Widow’s cars. You felt a tinge of jealousy once more upon remembering that you in fact had no car. Again.....who would want to steal your car? Was it a target on your back or were you just the lucky winner of a random robbery? It continued to puzzle you as you carefully put your stuff in Black Widow’s trunk.

“On to shoe shopping! Ladieeesss....Forward, march!”

You were starting to genuinely feel better as each girl hooked one of their arms around yours so that you were sandwiched between them. Was this what it was like to have friends? Real friends? A small, real smile found it’s way onto your face as you thought about it. Maybe Jungkook was right. Maybe things would get better sooner than you thought. Speaking of........

The youngest male of the Bangtan pack paced around nervously as he listened to everything happening in his apartment. It smelled like paint fumes to high heaven but he could care less. They had gotten a lot done in such a short amount of time but there was much more to be done. He couldn’t thank his pack brothers enough. Hell, even some of the Lucky Seven pack members were here. And that was when he felt hands on his shoulders gently turning him around.

Yugyeom. He was the same age as Jungkook and therefore the two got along extremely well. Smiling in warm amusement, the male spoke in a teasing tone,

“Relax, Jungkookie. You’re going to wear out your floors before she even gets to enjoy them.”

“Oh my god! He peed on me! This is Gucci you just peed on!”

The two boys stared down the hallway and knew exactly what had happened. They both snickered and laughed before things grew slightly tense once more. Jungkook looked back over to his friend and saw that look on his face.

“What?”

“Are you going to ask her out or what?”

“Ah----I can’t do that right now. She just lost everything precious to her. She’s got to be overwhelmed right now. And besides, she might not even want to think about dating someone right now.”

“Good point. Well when you decide to make a move, let me know ahead of time. I know a really great restaurant you could take her to. She’d love it.”

“I don’t know. She’s not really into fancy things, from what I’ve gathered in just this morning. You should have seen the look on her face when I handed her my credit card. I’ve been monitoring the purchases and she’s got to be shopping nothing but clearance.”

“You’re lucky, then. My girl wants nothing but the newest and greatest. She’s lucky we make such good money together.”

Jungkook stared down at his phone. Anyone who was on the outside looking in could tell the poor boy was like a lovesick puppy wasting away in front of his phone waiting for his girl to either text him or give him a call.

“Jungkook. Come in and see what you think. We need opinions.”

Speaking of......

“Okay so I need opinions? What do you girls think? And no we’re not asking for Tae’s. What he don’t know won’t hurt him.”

You stared at the two girls as you showed them the pair of heels you were sporting. As much fun as you were having shopping for fun, you also needed to shop for work. Since all of your clothing including work clothes were now gone, you had nothing to wear for work Monday. Shoes included.

“I think they’re gorgeous. But are they comfortable? Heels kill my feet. Just saying.”

“Widow’s got a point. And! Walking up and down the shoe aisle is not the same as walking in them for seven hours. Gotta remember that too.”

You pouted as you realized they were both right and had excellent points. Man. Starting over was rough. All the heels you owned before had all been broken in and were pretty comfy. But now you had absolutely no shoes broken in and that was a beep to go through.

“Just go for some nice dressy sandals till you can break in some heels while walking around the apartment.”

“That’s a good idea, actually.”

“I got your back, girlfriend.”

“So after this, we’ve done dress shopping, lingerie shopping, shoe shopping......what else?”

You picked off the items with your fingertips while staring between the two girls. As you stood there in pause and mid counting, you could see Mama Bird giving Black Widow a particular look that caused the later to whine. At first you couldn’t understand what the problem was. But then it hit you. They were supposed to get manicures and pedicures sometime today.

“I can take a really long time finding some dressy sandals?”

“Yes. Please do. Take all the time in the world.”

Speaking of........

“Come on, hurry up. We don’t got all the time in the world here.”

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t Jungkook who was being pushy. It was Taehyung. Some would say he was just grumpy that the ‘surprise’ had peeded on his Gucci brand sandals. Or maybe it was just Jimin saying that. Maybe. Possibly.

Furniture had been bought but now it needed to be put together. While Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jaebum worked on putting things like dressers and such together, Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yugyeom were working on making your bed look presentable. Jin and Jimin were working on the walls while Taehyung got to be babysitter and potty trainer of the ‘surprise’.

“Why can’t I help Jin hyung?”

“Because you suck with a paint brush. That’s why.”

Speaking of........

The three girls stood outside the nail salon. The only nail salon that didn’t have a waiting list a mile long. You glanced over to notice Black Widow tugging at her fingers nervously and gently reached out with a hand of your own to gently cover the fidgeting digits.

“Hey. It’s okay. We don’t have to do this.”

“But I don’t want to disappoint Taehyung.”

“You wouldn’t be doing this for Taehyung. You’d be doing this for yourself.”

Your words seemed to resonate with the black haired female for she glanced over at you with slightly wide eyes. Offering her a warm smile, you glanced over at their other gal pal and nodded before saying,

“We’ll support you no matter what. If you want to go in, we’ll be right there with you. And if you don’t want to go, we’ll find something else to do that’s just as fun.”

There was a long pause before......

“Will you tell them what I want?”

“As long as you pick out your colors.”

“Deal.”

Speaking of........

“Okay. I’ll take him if you help them with the mirror.”

“Deal. Here. He’s all yours.”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes as the second youngest of the Bangtan pack handed over the now very loud surprise. The male was pretty sure the poor thing needed fed again. Heading to the kitchen, he popped open the fridge door and dug out the jug of milk. Filling the eye dropper, he spook soothingly to the poor thing,

“There there. I’ll take care of you, little guy.”

As the youngest carefully fed milk through the eye dropper, he couldn’t help but turn into a nervous chatterbox once more; the little surprise probably being the only willing listener at this point.

“I hope your mama is happy to see you when she comes home. She’s been through a lot these last 24 hours. She lost everything, you know? Her home, her things, her car. Everything. But we’re going to make mama smile again, okay? You’ll help me, right little guy?”

‘You’ll make an amazing father to your pups, little one. The Moon Goddess would be pleased.’

Watching the little surprise practically inhale the milk from the dropper and listening to his inner wolf, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a wide eye smile forming on his face. Perhaps he wouldn’t make such a bad dad?

Speaking of.......

“I’m telling you, Taehyung is going to want a soccer team. So you better prepare your pussy.”

“Oh my god did you just say that out loud???”

“I believe she did.”

Okay so maybe you were a little tipsy. The plan was to get you loosened up so you could forget about the major loss you had experienced several hours ago. But one drink turned into two and then three and yeah. The three of you were at a pretty decent restaurant that didn’t require reservations. Widow’s pick. As you ate dinner, the topic of the boys came up and how they’d all make great dads someday.

“I bet Miss Korea over here wouldn’t mind being Jungkookie’s baby mama.”

You nearly spat your cocktail back into the glass when you heard those words leave Mama Bird’s mouth. Blushing from more than just being tipsy, you took the cloth napkin and wiped your face a bit. Pouting cutely, you shook your head and said defiantly,

“No way. He probably has cooties or something. Besides, isn’t it true that he’s slept with every girl in the company building?”

The two girls paused like statues. Mama Bird was in the middle of taking a bite and Black Widow was about to take a sip of her own cocktail. Setting utensils and cups down, they looked at each other in extreme confusion before both looking at you for some kind of explanation.

“We’re sorry, what?”

“Well yeah......That’s the story, right? He just sleeps around, right? I mean I’m not judging but-----”

“Girl. I don’t know who you heard that from. But that’s not Jungkook. That’s Jackson. Jackson Wang.”

Jackson.........

AN HOUR LATER.....

“Thanks for everything, girls. I had a lot of fun today.”

“Not a problem. Widow and I were happy to spend time with you and get to know you.”

The three of you stood outside what apparently was Jungkook’s apartment door. You don’t remember it because you had passed out drunk the night before. Thankfully the girls knew his apartment number and how to get in with the tenant code. All of the shopping bags had been left out in the car with Black Widow claiming the guys could help pack it all up. What you didn’t understand was......what made Widow think all the guys were at Jungkook’s place?

With a couple knocks provided by Mama Bird, she announced they were back with all three credit cards in one piece before the door barely cracked open and out popped........Namjoon?

“Oh! Yes. Come on in. Join the party.”

Party?? What???

With a gentle nudge from the girls behind you and Namjoon opening the door all the way, you stumbled a bit not only from the alcohol in your system, but from confusion and being caught off guard.

“Surprise!”

The chorus confused you even more as streamers flew everywhere and noises were made. Blinking and looking around in confusion, you could now see where Jungkook’s entire living room had been decorated as if to......

Welcome someone home......

Tears immediately sprang up around your eyes as you took in the ‘WELCOME HOME’ banner and some of the boys wearing those cheesy party hats. You even noticed some envelopes and small gift bags were all huddled up together on the coffee table. All of this was.....for you?

“Guys......I........I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh it’s not over yet. We’ve got------”

But Hoseok was interrupted by a sound that was high in pitch and had your heart and stomach both doing flip flops. Looking all around, you watched something extremely small waddling and even stumbling out of the hallway. You first let your mouth hang open but then quickly covered both your mouth and nose with both hands as you watched......

“His name is Swiper. Because he tries to swipe the other cat’s treats and he’s orange like Swiper the Fox. You know----From Dora the Explorer. We picked him up at the local cat cafe on the corner.”

“Not to mention he took several swipes at me. And peed on me. Little monster.”

By this point, the two girls had joined the party and Namjoon had closed and locked the door. Black Widow was playfully hitting her mate’s arm as he was being his usual dramatic self while Jimin and Mama Bird snickered at his pain.

You on the other hand, you had since then gently picked up the tiny kitten and was cradling him in your hands. He was so tiny. Perhaps he was the runt of his liter. You didn’t care. He was precious. And you couldn’t help but notice he was orange. More tears rolling down your face, you looked up and singled out the one person in the crowd who knew. You knew it had to have been him.

“Jungkookie.”

You hated how your voice cracked. In front of all these people. As you struggled to keep yourself together. The male who had been singled out quickly approached you and it was almost like he was trying to curtain you from the audience that had accumulated in the room.

“I hope you like him.”

“Pabo. I love him. You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know. And I know Swiper can’t replace Garfield. And he’s not going to. Now you have Garfield and Swiper.”

“Jungkook----”

“Shhh. I know. I know. It’s a lot. I didn’t want to overwhelm you but I just couldn’t help it. You lost everything and.....I just wanted to give it all back to you.”

You were now bawling as you carefully cradled the tiny orange kitten to your chest and Jungkook cradled you to his. He smiled sheepishly at everyone but they just gave smiles and nods of understanding. He knew this was probably way over the top and not what you were ready for but he just.....couldn’t help it. Gently pulling you away from his chest, he looked down at you and gently wiped your tears away with his sleeve before saying softly,

“There’s only two more surprises left.”

“Good gravy. Only two?”

“I know. But I think you’ll like them both.”

“It’s pretty hard to top this surprise, Kookie.”

He chuckled; glad that you truly loved Swiper. Admittedly, he wasn’t one for cats but that was just in his canine nature. However, if this little kitten made you this happy, then he could be happy with felines too. Hell, cats loved Jimin. So maybe this kitten will love Jungkook too.

“Come on, kid. Show her the room so we can head out of here. It’s past my bedtime.”

“Yeah, Yoongi hyung needs his beauty sleep.”

Rolling his eyes, the youngest smiled down at you before gently guiding you down the hall with Swiper still safely in your hands and napping peacefully against your chest; just like a human baby. Standing in front of a door you don’t remember seeing, you felt and watched Jungkook reach around you to open the door and you just about hit the floor in shock.

It was beautiful.

A room fit for a modern princess. Soft cream and pale pink colors all blending together perfectly. Canopy bed with shimmering transparent fabrics hanging everywhere. A beautiful vanity set with a huge mirror mounted to the wall. A desk made of beautiful wood painted white and a white leather executive chair to match. An elegant closet and dresser were both made of the same white wood. You had the perfect view of the city too with the help of the one outside glass wall that the apartment building possesses.

“I-----I-----”

“Go ahead. Walk in. This is yours now.”

With a gentle push from Jungkook, you managed to get your feet working as you carefully walked into the room. It was absolutely beautiful. Sure the paint fumes lingered a bit but that didn’t bother you in the least. You were speechless at best. How could you even begin to say anything that came close to a proper thank you? This really truly was overwhelming but.....Yeah. Your mind and heart were on overload.

“I think we broke her, Kook.”

“She can’t do that yet. We’ve got one last surprise for her.”

You perked up when you heard Jaebum of all people speak up about one last surprise. Honestly, you were kind of glad it was the last one because you weren’t sure your heart could take much more. Not that you were ungrateful. In fact, you were more than grateful and you couldn’t believe your heart hadn’t exploded with gratitude yet.

“Come on. We gotta go outside for this one. Oh. And you’ll need this. But don’t look inside yet.”

You were handed a small gift bag and ended up handing it to Jungkook because you weren’t about to let go of the precious baby kitten in your arms. No way. Everyone actually found it quite cute and amusing but you just pouted down at the little one as he looked up at you with his small head but huge round eyes; mewling softly up at you. You were definitely in love.

Once outside, you were gently forced to trade with Jungkook as you handed him Swiper and he handed you the gift bag. Reluctantly taking your eyes off the orange kitten, you stared down at the gift bag and noticed how everyone was waiting tensely. You couldn’t help but notice even the girls were tense with anticipation......they knew about all of this too???

“What......are these???”

“Don’t ask such a silly question. Hit the unlock button.”

With a mixture of a pout and glare both, you huffed at Yoongi’s response but did as you were told and hit the unlock button on the key fob. Some of the guys softly chuckled collectively when you jumped a bit as the vehicle next to you lit up. Confused, you tested the key set again and hit the unlock button only to see the vehicle’s lights yet again flash; indicating that it was unlocked. Walking around it in a full circle, you exclaimed louder than you meant to,