#werewolf!junhui

You knew the babies would be here soon, you just didn’t know how soon. Your due date came and went, and you were still uncomfortable with an alarmingly huge stomach that Minghao loved to cuddle and coo at – and Junhui when he thought both of you were asleep. You wanted to just have your babies in your arms, but you also knew what would come with that: a very sulky Jun.

Admittedly, you were worried about Junhui. Sure, he had fallen for Faye and Wonwoo’s daughter which kept him distracted, and when Bang Chan and his pack were in trouble, that helped keep his mind off of things too, but you knew things would go back to being bad when you gave birth to Minghao’s babies. Junhui would get jealous and be reminded that he wasn’t the first one to have kids with you, and you couldn’t handle dealing with that anymore. You felt awful for him, but there was nothing anybody could do.

“You look uncomfortable,” Jaehee frowned as you waddled slowly into the kitchen, one hand resting on your stomach while the other was on your side, slightly pressing into your sore back. “You should sit down; I can get you whatever you need.”

The pack was constantly looking out for you, and you more than appreciated it. With a tired huff, you sat down in one of the chairs at the kitchen table while Joshua’s mate got up to get you something to eat.

“Thank you, Jae,” you smiled softly.

“How do you feel?” she wondered.

“Uncomfortable,” you sighed, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. “On the bright side, Jun’s asleep and Minghao’s at school, so they can’t bicker with each other.”

“At least they’ve been better about, y’know...not hating each other,” she offered with a shrug.

“I know,” you sighed, “but I know it hurts Junhui, and it’s just stressful.”

“Don’t focus on stress,” Jaehee said sternly, turning to look at you. "Stress is bad and– well, you remember from Faye.”

The good thing about not being the first to have kids was that the pack already went through everything with Faye, Wonwoo, and little Sonny – and thankfully, everything went smoothly. But she also only had one child, and you were having twins.

Jaehee made you lunch and talked with you while you ate before helping you to the living room to sit down and relax. You stretched your feet out across the ottoman that she pushed over to you before she covered you with a fuzzy blanket and said she’d be in the kitchen studying if you needed anything. So with the TV remote beside you, and the soft sound of talking filling your ears, you dozed off on the couch.

-

You felt…wet. Not the kind of wet you were used to feeling before you were pregnant – both of your mates were terrified of doing anything like that because they didn’t want to hurt you or the babies – but a kind that felt like you not only soaked your clothes, but the couch and the blanket.

But because of Faye, you knew what this was.

“Jun!” you called, your voice slightly shaky. You felt like you were panicking, but you weren’t sure why you were panicking.

Instead, it was Jaehee who came rushing into the room, looking at you with eyebrows raised and mouth open to say something. Then she saw the wet stains on your clothes, and her brain seemed to shut down as she just stared.

“U-uh…” she stammered before yelling, “F-Faye!”

“Where’s Jun?” you asked.

“He left!” Jaehee told you, seeming to panic more than you – like, really panic.

Faye came walking down the stairs, harshly hushing the two of you. When she entered the room, she was carrying a sleeping Sonny in her arms.

“Can you not be so loud? I just got– Oh my god, _____…” she gasped when she took in what was going on with you, her scolding ceasing entirely. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

“How?” Jaehee asked through gasping breaths. “All the cars are gone, and Jun’s gone, a-and– And–”

Faye turned to the older girl, “Shh, it’s alright,” her voice was soft as she tried to console Jaehee, who was clearly about to lose it. “Just breathe, okay? _____ will be fine.”

“B-but what if we have to deliver the baby? There’s nobody here, and we don’t know if somebody can get here in time, and–”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it,” Faye promised, cutting off Jaehee’s babbling, “Just take Sonny upstairs and try to relax, okay? I’ll call somebody and make sure everything’s okay.”

Jaehee nodded, seeming to calm down a little now that she knew somebody else was going to be in charge of you. Faye handed the infant over to Joshua’s mate before the older girl took the baby back upstairs. Meanwhile, Faye went over to you, who was trying to breathe through your first contraction.

“Do I call Jun or Hao?” she asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand over your stomach.

“J-Jun’s probably closer,” you breathed.

As Faye took her phone out of her pocket, you heard the front door close before you heard Jun’s voice calling, “Closer for what? And what’s that smell?”

“That’s your mate going into labor, you big fucking moron!” Faye called back, standing up from the couch to meet Jun as he ran right into the living room, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Why would you leave her alone when she’s this pregnant?”

“She’s– So they’re– We–”

“Stop babbling and get her things,” Faye instructed. “I’ll call Jeonghan since he’s probably closer.”

For a moment, Jun just stood there, blinking and staring at you. Faye walked up to him and shoved at his shoulders.

“Don’t just stand there!” she barked. “Go!”

As Jun finally booked it down the hall and up the stairs, Faye started to call Jeonghan.

While Jun was upstairs to get your hospital bag, the reality of what was happening was staring to slowly sink in. You and Minghao would be parents together soon, and what did that make him? He still had nothing, and you and Minghao were going to be all over each other and the new babies.

Suddenly, he wasn’t as shocked over your water breaking anymore. Now, he was back to being upset.

-

Faye stayed home with Jaehee and Sonny while Jeonghan and Soonyoung drove you and Jun to the hospital. Soonyoung babbled excitedly with Jeonghan nagging him to shut up in between, and Junhui sat beside you in the backseat with his hand loosely wrapped around yours. Your mate was trying to give you soft words of encouragement, but you could tell he was still upset. It started to make you really question how things would be after all of this.

Faye had also contacted Joshua, Minghao, and Aya to let them know about what was happening just so they’d be prepared. Joshua promised he’d be on his way to the hospital to meet up with Aya’s mom and prepare for you.

When you got to the hospital, it didn’t take long to get you into a room. Joshua arrived before Minghao did, already in scrubs and with a smirk on his face.

“More babies to keep us up at night,” he said, his tone deadpan. “Can’t wait.”

“The girls have no problem sleeping through it,” Jeonghan pointed out. “Well, except Aya and Faye, obviously.”

But you didn’t even care about waking up at all hours of the day and night. You were just happy to have your little bundles of joy in your arms with you. You couldn’t wait, but you also felt a pang in your heart from your excitement. Your eyes drifted over to Junhui who was trying to hide his sulking as he sat in a chair pulled up beside your bed.

Minghao showed up fifteen minutes later, running and out of breath. He smiled as soon as he saw you, and it was the brightest, most hypnotizing smile. So hypnotizing, in fact, that you almost missed how Jun got up and swiftly left the room without a word. 

Almost.

Your smile fell as your eyes followed your other mate’s back until he was out of view. Minghao turned to see his brother walk away before he looked back at you with a sad smile.

“Don’t worry,” he told you softly as he walked over to take Jun’s seat. He took one of your hands in both of his large ones. “He’ll come around.”

“What if he never does?” you wondered worriedly. “What if he hates them?”

Minghao hushed you softly, letting go of your hand with one of his to smooth your hair back soothingly, “Don’t worry about that. You know he won’t hate them. He may be upset at first, but he’ll come around. Just focus on right now, okay? No stressing.”

You nodded, so Minghao smiled and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

Slowly, more of the pack accumulated in the hospital -- including Jaehee, who left as soon as Wonwoo got home -- coming in to say hello and see how you were doing before going to wait either in the waiting room or in the cafeteria. Hours had gone by full of pain and labored breaths and Minghao reassuring you whenever you needed it. You were actually both surprised and touched that he never left you. Not when he was hungry, not when he was tired, and not when you squeezed his hand so hard that he was even hissing slightly in pain. 

Meanwhile, Junhui never came into the room. He wanted to because his instincts told him to be with his mate, but he didn’t want to see those babies that would look and smell like you and Minghao. He didn’t want any part of that, at least not yet. He stayed in the hospital, but he didn’t go in the room.

“You’re being a big baby,” Bomi said bluntly, making Junhui grimace even more.

“No,” Juri spoke up, placing a small hand over Jun’s, “we understand why you feel this way.”

“But,” Areum cut in, “you’re totally being a big baby.”

Jun just slid down further in his chair and mumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Guys, c’mon. Just cut him a break,” Jaehee said with a small shrug. “It’s not easy having to share a mate.”

Bomi opened her mouth to retort, but when she remembered who she was speaking to, she quickly snapped it shut. 

“I know I’d hate sharing,” Jeonghan mumbled, grouchy at the mere thought of having to let somebody else touch and love his mate like he did.

“I just can’t believe she’s having his babies,” Jun sulked, his eyes staying glued to the table they sat around in the cafeteria. “I imprinted first and I’m oldest; I should have kids first, right?”

“Well…technically, Wonwoo had kids first,” Bomi shrugged, trying to make light of the situation.

“Look, Jun,” Seungcheol began, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table, “we get that this is hard for you, but are you really going to resent these babies forever?”

“Not forever,” he said. “…Just until I get a baby...”

“Oh my god, you’re a child,” Eunmi groaned.

“I’ll show you a child…” Junhui grumbled, eyeing the shorter mate.

Eunmi raised her eyebrows, “No, but Minghao will.”

“Okay!” Juri cut in quickly, standing up and grabbing Eunmi’s hand, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon, let’s go get you some frozen yogurt, huh?”

As she walked away quickly, Jeonghan tried to tell Junhui not to listen to Eunmi’s comment because she was just trying to get to him.

He sighed and looked around at his friends still sitting at the table with him, “I don’t want to hate some infants, and I’m not saying I do or will. But I can’t control my instincts, so whatever happens, happens.”

“They’re still _____’s kids, though,” Areum cut in. “What would you do if you imprinted on her and she already had a kid from another relationship? Would you hate her kid then?”

“This is way different,” Jun insisted.

“These feelings won’t last forever,” Seungcheol promised. “Neither will the aggression. Or depression.”

“And you’ll get your turn to be a dad,” Jaehee told him with a smile. “Don’t worry about that. I bet as soon as _____ is healed, she’ll want you all over her.”

Junhui scoffed, rolling his eyes as he let himself wallow further in self-pity. He knew his friends wanted to help him, but he just wanted to be left alone – or to change the past, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“Guys!” Mingyu called, running into the cafeteria. “Hey, you guys!”

Bomi groaned, hiding her face in her hands, “Can I pretend I don’t know him? People are staring.”

“Inside voice, Gyu,” Juri said as she walked back over to the table side-by-side with Eunmi who now had a cup of frozen yogurt in her hands.

“It’s _____,” he said as he stopped at the table. “She’s about to give birth; she wants Junhui up there.”

Jun stiffened in his chair, surprised at what he just heard. You wanted him there? Why?

He didn’t even bother turning to look at Mingyu as he mumbled, “She has Minghao.”

“She said she wants you, dude,” he insisted. “She’s in a lot of pain, and she’s really overwhelmed and scared.”

Junhui did his best to suppress the whimper wanting to sound out. Instead, he cleared his throat and asked, “Why can’t Minghao comfort her? I don’t want to see it.”

“I’m serious, Junhui. She’s crying for you. She needs both of you there.”

He cursed under his breath before he stood up from the chair and jogged out of the cafeteria, going straight for the stairs instead of the elevator. That was when he picked up the pace, reaching your floor in no time.

When he got close to your room, he realized Mingyu wasn’t lying. He could hear you whimpering to Minghao about how you wanted Jun and how you too scared to do this. He could hear Minghao trying to reassure you, but you ended up choking out a sob instead.

He opened the door to see you with tears streaming down your flushed face as Minghao held one of your hands with both of his own. Joshua and Dr. Moon were already there, prepared to help you deliver the twins, but only Joshua and Minghao looked up when the door opened.

“Look who it is, love,” Minghao said softly to you.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to see Junhui staring at you with an unreadable expression. But you were still so relieved and happy that you reached out to him with your free hand and cried his name. He walked over to you without even thinking, as if there were a magnetic pull that just brought him to you. His hand found yours, holding it close to his chest.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, using his other hand to wipe tears from your face.

You shook your head, “I don’t think I can do this…”

Junhui chuckled and shook his head – he also wondered why you didn’t think of this about nine months ago, “What are you planning on doing? Keeping them in there?”

“I’m scared,” you confessed with a sniffle.

You were scared for a plethora of reasons, but anybody could guess them. Being a mom, the pain, the aftermath and dealing with Jun – the list went on. And your mates knew every single reason you were afraid.

“You can do this,” Junhui told you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Minghao and I will be by your side the whole time, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Of course I promise.”

“When have we ever left you when you were scared?” Minghao reminded you.

You were starting to feel a little better, up until Dr. Moon’s eyes flashed up to look at you, and she asked, “Ready or not, they’re coming.”

That sent cold fear straight through you.

Thanks to Junhui’s instincts, he was able to push aside his feelings to focus only on you. He needed to make sure you were okay and would be okay, so that was his main priority at the moment. It didn’t matter if he had to work together with Minghao, and it didn’t matter that he would be forced to see you and Minghao get all cozy together when you held your babies. All that mattered to him was you.

So, as you cried and grunted and yelled through the pain and the pushing, Junhui told you how well you were doing and how much he loved you. He sounded sincere and genuine, unlike his half-assed attempts in the car. He let you squeeze his hand while he just took it without flinching. And when he saw the first baby in the doctor’s arms after it came out, he didn’t suddenly freeze up or get a shot of anger course through him. He still focused on you.

Nothing could get his attention off of you. Not the second cry, not Dr. Moon and Joshua speaking. Not even Minghao as he kissed your forehead tenderly when you collapsed back into the bed. As he looked at you with your messy hair, sheen of sweat on your skin, and red face, all he could focus on was how much he loved you.

But that was quickly short-lived.

“We have the babies,” Joshua sang as he entered the room with Aya’s mother, each of them holding a baby. “Wanna see?”

Junhui still didn’t want to be there for it. He wanted to be anywhere but there. Just smelling two humans that were a mix of you and Minghao was a weird experience for him.

“I’m gonna…go…” Jun mumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Junhui, please stay,” Minghao begged, though you didn’t understand any of it. “They may be ours by genetics, but they’re still yours, too. They’ll still look up to you as a father, won’t they? You should still meet them.”

Jun paused while Minghao spoke, processing his words. But in the end, he carried on to the door, leaving you and Minghao with your new little family behind.

You frowned, looking up at Minghao, “What was that?”

“He just needs a little break,” Minghao explained, not wanting to make you upset – especially not now. “He’ll be back later. I promise.”

Dr. Moon walked up to you, holding a baby swaddled in a blanket with a pink hat on its head, “Congratulations on two baby girls.”

Your heart swelled with love and joy and every good feeling as she carefully put one of the babies in your arms. As soon as you held her, everything just felt right. You teared up as you looked down at her face, wondering how one little person could be so perfect.

Minghao thought the same about the baby Joshua handed over to him. She looked just like you, and it was even better because he just knew it was something you and him made together. He more than teared up when he held her. He cried as he let out soft laughs and pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

“You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered as he cradled her closer.

“Have you picked out any names?” Joshua asked as he smiled at the scene before him.

You and Minghao had bounced around on names. You’d pick one, and then change your minds. But there was one that Minghao had been pretty dead set on for the last couple months. He thought it was pretty because it meant sunflower in his language.

“This one is Aili,” you announced, not looking away from her face.

“And, this one…” Minghao began, but he trailed off, a half-smile growing on his face as he looked away from the unnamed baby to you. “I think I have a great name for her.”

-

Jun sat just down the hall, his back up against the wall as he drowned out your talking with the hospital noises around him. So Minghao didn’t have to go far to find him.

Junhui looked up when he saw shoes standing beside him, only to see his brother smiling down at him.

“No offense, but I want to just be left alone right now,” Jun mumbled, looking back down at the floor.

“Stop being mopey and come with me,” Minghao said, ignoring Jun’s attitude – nothing could bring him down from how happy he felt, not even Junhui. “There’s somebody you really need to meet.”

“I told you, I don’t want to see your kids, okay?”

“Just trust me.”

Minghao held out a hand, offering to help Junhui up. Jun only glanced at him for a moment before sighing and pushing himself off the ground himself. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he trailed behind Minghao.

When Jun entered the room, he looked anywhere but at you or the two babies – one in your arms, and the other in Joshua’s. So as Jun went to go stand in the corner, he didn’t see Minghao take the baby from Josh’s arms and walk over to him with her.

“Hold your arms up,” Minghao told him.

“Stop, you know I–”

“Junhui, come on,” Minghao said, his voice firmer than the older boy expected.

With a permanent scowl, Jun held out his arms to take the baby girl from Minghao. As soon as she touched his arms, his whole body instantly felt warm. The feeling almost made him shiver – it was like the first time he ever got to touch you.

As if they had a mind of their own, Jun’s eyes wandered down to the little baby in his hands, and suddenly, that scowl wasn’t as permanent as he thought. All his anger, resentment, and sadness completely melted away as he looked down at the infant in his arms. If he weren’t holding a baby, he would’ve let his knees give out, but he was too scared he’d drop her.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You were so afraid that Jun would absolutely hate the babies, so when you saw only fondness in his eyes, your own started to tear up.

Minghao smiled as he watched the frown on Jun’s face melt into a look of wonder.

“This,” Minghao began, “is Meihui, inspired by my immature but very loveable brother: Junhui.”

Jun’s eyes flashed up to Minghao’s, a look of pure surprise on his face as a smile slowly started to break through onto his face, “You named her after me?”

“Of course,” he shrugged as if the gesture was nothing, even though he knew it meant a lot to his brother.

Jun couldn’t help but smile widely, his teeth completely on display as he looked back down at Meihui in his arms. Even though she seemed to be sleeping, he thought he could stare at her for hours and not get bored. He was completely wrapped around her little finger already.

“But you are much better than I am,” Jun whispered to her before he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her forehead. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Do you want to hold Aili?” you offered, your voice cracking just a bit.

Jun looked up at you immediately, laughing softly, “Baby, why are you crying?”

“Nothing,” you reassured him as Minghao took Meihui, and Jun walked over to take Aili from you, “don’t worry about it.”

Jun felt just as happy and fond as he held the other girl, cradling her to his chest as he studied her face with the same bright smile on his lips. You and Minghao just watched him with happy expression, glad that the old Jun was coming back to you.

“I can’t believe two things so perfect are actually half Hao,” he teased, looking up at his brother.

Minghao rolled his eyes, “Come on, you know they’re perfect because they’re half _____.”

“Ah, you’re right,” Jun nodded before he leaned over to kiss your temple.

You opened your mouth to tell them they were both being cheesy, but all that came out was a yelp. You started feeling contractions again, and they were just as bad as the previous ones. Your hands flew to your stomach as your face contorted in pain.

“What’s happening?” Junhui asked worriedly, looking between Joshua and Aya’s mom.

“It’s just all the…afterbirth stuff,” Joshua explained, waiving a hand away.

Dr. Moon sat back down on the stool in front of your bed, moving your legs to the side, “Ah, actually… I think that ultrasound might’ve been wrong.”

“Wrong?” you burst.

“Wrong?” Joshua repeated, walking over to see what she was talking about. “Oh my god…”

“What?” Minghao asked as your two mates also moved down to your lower half to see what was happening.

“Can you two stay up here?” you whined.

“Here’s the thing...” Joshua began as he looked at you with an odd expression that you couldn’t read, “with two or more babies, ultrasounds get very hard to read. Gender and numbers kind of become more like…an educated guess.”

As the pain only got worse, you asked through clenched teeth, “What does that mean?”

“Well, I can see a head, so…” Dr. Moon said as she put on a new pair of gloves. “You’re about to have triplets.”

You swore, you almost passed out right there.

Jun looked to Minghao accusingly, “Jesus, what did you do to her?”

“No, Jun,” Joshua shook his head. “Trust me when I say that I don’t sense any Minghao from this one.”

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you gripped the sides of your bed so hard that your knuckles were completely white, so you didn’t see the way Jun’s eyes widened.

“…What?” he asked just above a whisper.

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One of them is the one. Wonwoo was always kind of quiet at first, he may look intimidating but he seems more open with his group of friends. Junhui on the other side may seem loud compared to Wonwoo, you could describe him as one of those people that would crack jokes at any moment, yet he could regain his serious appearance. At the end of it all, both of them could be the one. “Y/N”, a voice called. Your head snapped up, facing your teacher standing in front of your desk. “What are we studying today ?”, he asked, his voice low but the silence in the room was so heavy that every student could hear his steady voice. Truth be told, with everything that happened and connected in your mind, you lost track of the men’s lecture. “Werewolves”, Jaebum whispered from behind you. “W-Werewolves ?”, you said, more like a question. The teacher hummed, giving a look at your friend before turning away, “Your book page 394, Y/N” And that’s how you found yourself in Junhui’s room, skipping one of your classes. You’re sure professor longbottom won’t say anything once you get Junhui the punishment he deserves. Because after your professor’s lesson, you’re convinced he is a werewolf. It all adds up and you hate yourself for thinking about it before. Once a month, at the full moon, he runs away to the forest as he transforms. You’re rumbling through his nightstand, trying to find something that proves your point. You don’t really know what you’ll do after : let him go, tell a teacher ? Your hand is pushing a few parchments before you come across a book. A black leather covers the front and back page, an elastic with the same colour keeping the book shut. You take the opportunity to- “Aren’t you one naughty girl ?”, a voice pierce the silence and the shock makes your body turn, your back hitting one of the bed as you were kneeling between them. From your spot, you distinguish the black dot of hair and the frame of none other then Junhui leaning against the door frame. He has a smirk on his face as if he has the situation in hand, his arm crossed as he waits for your response. A pout form on his lips at your silence, “Cat got your tongue ?”, he asks, leaning his head on the doorframe. The only thing you can do is tightly grip the journal in your hands, your attempt to grab your wand fails as you see Junhui being faster and quicker, pointing his wand at you. “Now now, what do we have here”, he’s almost singing and you hate how confident he seems, knowing he’s the one in the wrong in this whole situation. “Is that our prefect ?”, he hums, finally moving from his spot to stand in front of you. He must’ve left his robe somewhere, his button up rolled up to his elbows, his black skinny jeans hugging his legs. His tongue clicks against his tongue as he pushes the parchments around you under the bed with his feet. “I know”, is the only thing you can get out of your mouth as he kneels to be at eye level with you. His elbows on his knees, one of his hand holding his chin, he smiles down at you. “What do you think you know sweetheart ?”, he purrs, his head once again leaning to the side. “You’re one of them”, you try, before it slips out of your mouth. “A werewolf” And you wish you didn’t say anything when his eyes turn dark, and he points his wand at you. The tip under your jaw, forcing you to look up, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Darling”, he starts, the nickname rolling out of his tongue. “If I were you, I wouldn’t play with things like that.” You look up at him, you don’t really know if you’re afraid or fascinated by the person you have in front of you. His dark locks fall in front of his eyes and he continues. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, maybe get me expelled ?”, he asks, and another pout forms on his lips. “But remember when I saved you in the forest ? That would be a shame if you told on the one who saved you.” His tongue clicks once again against his teeth. “Plus, I’m just trying to protect everyone, you know, sweetheart.”, his eyes goes from your face to your neck, the few first buttons of your shirt you opened revealing your skin. “That would be a shame if they force me to stay in the castle during the full moon and, let’s say, I bite someone. “At his words, his eyes go back to your eyes, piercing and hiding something you can’t really understand. "Or maybe you’re into that.”, he chuckles, and the tip of his wand trace   around your shirt, goosebumps forming on your skin at the cold wood. Junhui gets closer, one knee now on the floor and your heart skips a beat as you feel his body heat, the cologne he wears and you indeed recognise his voice as he speaks in the shell of your ear : “Now run while you still can.” And after that the table turns, he’s the one chasing you and finding some kind of joy whenever he catches your eyes and it’s like, you both know his secret yet he has the power over you. Pure frustration takes over you whenever it happens and it just reminds you that he’s the only one who got away from you and you’re trapped. Almost like a mouse between a cat’s claws, and he’s making you dance. A month goes on and it’s still busying your mind, it’s almost like he purposely crosses your path in the hallway, sits in front of you in class and whenever you eat, or in the common room. For this month, you let the thing slide, and is surprised when you notice that you didn’t hear anything. You avoid your house’s hallway, and avoid looking outside during your time and when you can finally go back to your dorm, the only thing you can taste is bitterness.

You’re almost sad that nothing is going on whenever you have to walk around the castle and you think that maybe it’s for the best. You enter the common room, greeted by the warm fire. At this time everyone’s in their bed, silence filling the common room. It’s not something usual, normally the common room is lively and silence is a rare thing. You decide to take advantage of that, sitting in one of the leather couches in front of the fire. A sigh left your lips as you lean towards the fire, your hands in front of you. You catch yourself wondering where’s Junhui, what he does in the forest. You can’t deny that he’s fascinating and you hate to admit it, but you still feel his body heat around you and the way his breath rolls down your neck. You have so many questions and you wish you could ask them. Sleep starts to take over your body as you get comfortable on the couch, you’ll probably sleep here tonight, too lazy to get up anyways. But as you’re about to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy, the door cracks open. Your curiosity picks and you’re ready to reprimand anyone that was out in the castle at this time as you wait patiently in the crook of the couch. You expect to hear quiet footsteps and maybe a few quiet whispers of it’s a group of student but as soon as the heavy dock door closes, what you hear are the groans of…someone in pain ? You super yourself on your elbows, peeking out behind the couch. And your eyes shot open at the sigh, Junhui’s walking in the hallway, one of his hand holding his neck. You gasp at the sigh of the blood running down his arm, staining his white shirt. He hisses trough his teeth as he continues to apply pressure on his wound. It’s like he smells your presence and his eyes go directly to yours behind your hiding spot. “Off course”, he sighs, his eyes rolling. That’s when you seem to finally gather the courage to open your mouth. “Jun !”, you gasp, almost tripping on the carpet as you speed walk towards him. “She can speak”, he mumbles, and he seems too nonchalant about the blood literally dripping to the floor. “You need to get this cleaned up”, you speak too fast and at this point you forgot all about the times you chassed him. Now he’s a student and the priority is his health. “It’s okay”, he sighs again, but the sound he makes when your hand slightly touches his tells you otherwise. The smell of blood is prominent and one of your hand tries to catch the small dots of blood threatening to fall, as your other hand forces him out of the common room. “Where are we going ?”, he whines, and he almost seems like a child pouting as he follows you. “Bathroom”, simply tell him. You know the path to the prefects bathroom by heart and prefer to walk in the darkness, not wanting to draw any attention to the two of you. “It’s okay I can clean myself up”, he whines again. “Junhui you’re literally loosing your blood”, you groan, your hand still on his elbow to prevent any blood to drip while you two are walking. He really seems unaffected by his wound, his eyes dramatically opening when you reach the prefect’s bathroom. “Am I allowed here ?”, he asks in a small voice, and you chuckle at how his attitude changes. “Oh, so now you’re worried about what’s allowed and what’s not ?”, you says, raising an eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it. You quickly whisper the password, the wall slightly going back with a small sound as it slides to the side. In the bathroom, the moon light’s going through the tinted glass. The mermaid on the window is still calmly brushing her hair, giving the two of you a small look before going back to her occupation. Junhui looks like a child during Christmas as he enters the bathroom. “Go sit over there”, you tell him, pointing at the huge pool in the middle of the room. You let Junhui make his way towards the water, as you find the kit necessary to clean Junhui’s wound. It’s the minimum you can do, knowing that Madam Pomfrey would be rather surprised to see a student with such a wound at that time of the night. When you turn around, you catch Junhui swinging his legs in the pool. It’s only halfway full and you make your way towards the bunch of taps, your kit under your arm. You only need to pull on of them up, and all the taps start releasing water at the same time. Bubbles start forming on the water, and Junhui watches in awe as the water soaks his black jeans, the white mousse sticking to the fabric. His hand goes down and he picks up a handful of bubbles, blowing on them when they’re at eye level. He almost looks like a pure child if only he didn’t have such a wound in the side of his neck, you think, walking towards him. He looks up at you and immediately, he creates a tension. Your body tenses when you kneel in front of him, opening the kit beside him. You’re afraid he’ll snap, he seems unpredictable. You make a bold movement, your hand going under his chin to tilt his head to the side. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t show any resistance. His looks away and you notice how his jaw clenches when his skin pulls a bit. “I’m going to disinfect”, you tell him. Picking a soaked cotton, your nose tickles at the smell of alcohol. You bring it to his neck, watching his reaction as you lightly tap it on his wound. “Fuck”, he hisses quietly, his hand gripping his jean. “I’m almost done”, you whisper as you run another cotton ball on his wound. “You’ll need stitches on that”, you say. “After”, he whines, and you understand that he would rather get the stitches after. You put a bandage on his wound, and he starts to move, impatient. “Wait”, your fingers catch his chin again, forcing him to look at you. He licks his lips and for a moment you two are so close that you feel his breath on your skin. No one moves for a moment, staying in the silence of the bathroom, before your eyes flicker and you grab another cotton ball. “What the fuck !”, he curses, when you press another ball on his lower lip, his hand wrapping around your wrist. “You had a cut there !”, you defend yourself, he pulls away, leaning back but you get up on your knees, still holding his face. “You’re a baby”, you laugh as he acts hurt, before another pout form on his lips. “That hurts !”, he whines. His index tapping his lips. “It’s all done now”, you chuckle, pushing the kit to the side, you start to reorganise everything in the box. “You need to get cleaned up”, you hum, and you don’t even have the time yo finish your phrase that your hear a splash coming from behind you. “What ?”, he asks, his arms moving in the water. “It’s not every day that I get to use the prefect’s bathroom !”, he says, before dipping his head underwater. When he comes back up again, his hair is pushed  back, a few droplets of water falling from his nose and eyelashes. One hand runs in his hair, before he starts rubbing on his arm. “We should have this in our bathrooms”, he groans, picking some strawberry sented soap. You can’t help but watch as he moves in the water, cleaning himself up as a few colours shine on the mousse from the glass window. You wonder how someone like him ended up being a werewolf, your eyes getting lost in the hot steaming water. Sitting legs crossed at the edge of the pool, you lean a bit and pick some bubbles before suddenly, Junhui appears in front of you. His hands support himself on the edge, his upper body out of the water. “Aren’t you joining ?”, he ask, blinking as a few droplets fall from his eyes. “W-What ?”, you ask, your body leaning backwards as he seems too close for your heart. “It’s okay, I won’t look”, and he rolls his eyes, letting himself fall back into the water. You don’t even know how all of this happened, yet, when you see Junhui’s eyes atop of the water, you decide to join him. Truth be told, you want to join him, it feels right in some way. You slip out of your jeans, leaving them at the edge and you notice Jun’s button up. You’re left in your white button up, letting your body slide in the pool. The water is warm and welcoming as you enter at the opposite side of Junhui, half of your hair getting wet as your enter until your shoulders are underwater. “Get all the way in”, says Junhui, as he walks towards you, the water moving around him. One of his hands gets on top of your head, forcing you to get entirely under water. His almost playful with you, like the warm water loosened his body, making him less tense. You don’t fight back and let him give you underwater, before going up again, your face wet. Your white button up is sticking to your body and you don’t even know why you kept it because it doesn’t hide anything, the fabric transparent, your red underwear visible. He thinks you can’t see his eyes go down on you, his hand goes from the top of your head to your shoulder. His skin is warm and as you get used to the feeling, it disappears. He backs against the edge of the pool, bring his hands up to support himself and sits on the edge. Your eyes move from the water to Junhui, not knowing where to lock, but you can tear your eyes away from his stomach when you see the faint outline of his abs and four scars, like claws along his side. It’s slightly lighter than his tan skin tone, and before you can look at something else, he catches your eyes. “What are you looking at ?”, and for once, he doesn’t sound rude not defensive, so you answer. “The scar”, you say, your head tilting to the side. His next move is unexpected as he asks you to come closer with a move of his finger. He slightly moves his legs to let you come between them, and you fight yourself so you won’t look at the hem of his soak black jeans. “These ?”, he asks, “Made them myself.”, he says as if it’s nothing, and you understand what he’s talking about. When werewolves don’t have anything to attack, they eventually attack themselves. You’re not thinking twice when your finger traces his first scar, a gasp leaving your lips when a rough hand grips your chin.  Junhui’s forcing you to look up, lips parting when you see his dark eyes, the same from the other night. And everything goes so fast when his lips crashes into yours, his body going back into the pool. The water is getting colder but you don’t notice as Junhui’s body presses against yours, one of his hand on the small of your back. It takes a few seconds for you to kiss him back, but his lips are soft and you can’t help but lean against them. Your lips move in sink as his other hand grips your hip, sneaking under the fabric sticking to your body.

The tip of his tongue runs over your bottom lip, before he bites on it and your hands grip his hair at the action.

“Waited so fucking long to do this”, he groans on my lips and it’s your turn to groan when his lips leaves your lips and trail over your jaw. His lips are like cushions but they suck harshly on your skin, “This one’s because you almost froze me”, he mumbles against your skin. You whimper an apology but he’s already sucking on another spot, near your collarbones, “This one’s because you almost set me fire”, he chuckles, nibbling on your skin.

At the third hickey, you’re lost in the fog, “This one’s because you almost got the both of us killed. And this one’s because you’re a bratty little girl who thinks she can break in people’s bedroom.”, and bite on your shoulder over the fabric of your button up.

“You were breaking the rules”, you whine, your head thrown back.

“Aren’t we breaking them now, darling ?”, he asks and one of his finger tugs a piece of hair under your ear.

You don’t respond and go back to his lips, your tongue meet and he’s obviously the dominant one as he caress your tongue. His hands rapidly go to your shirt, popping the button one by one.

“When you broke into my bedroom”, he starts, catching his breath, “I swear to god, I was so close to fucking you right then and there.”, and he groans, the sound coming from his chest. The shirt slide off your shoulder, and one of his hands come up to your throat. His thumb rests above your adam’s apple, lightly pressing.

You can freely breathe but the air gets caught in your lungs, you look up at him and his eyes are filled with lust.

“You’re going to let me have my way with you, right sweetheart ?”, he asks and you can feel yourself getting wet, nodding.

“Words, baby.”, and you love how the nickname rolls out of his tongue.

“Yes.”

He only needed your permission, before his hands were all over your body. Your thighs, your arms, your waist. His touching every bit of your body. His hand finally reach the hem of your underwear, and he teasingly draw the line on your skin. And before you can say anything, his finger goes under the thin layer of clothing, rubbing a few patterns on your clit.

Your hands wrap around his waist and you hide your moan in his neck, a sigh leaving your lips when Junhui takes his hand out, pushing his hips against yours. He’s hard against your hip bone and you can’t help but sneak a hand between your bodies and let your hand flat on his bulge. He moans and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, it’s clear and echoes through the bathroom, ringing in your ears.

He’s being too slow, the wetness uncomfortable between your legs.

“Junhui”, you call him. “Fuck me.”, is all you can say when he seems to wait for your words. A smirk forms on his face and he tugs his jeans down in seconds while you take your panties down. His lips crash on your again and he traps you between his body and the edge of the pool. His kiss is sweet and tender compared to his action, one of his hand gripping your hair, he turns you around.

Your hand take support on the edge, feeling Junhui’s hand grip your hip.

“Can I ?”, he asks in such a gentle voice, all you can do is mewl a “yes”.

You feel his tip between your lips, going up and down teasingly.

“Please”, you whine, a biting your lip.

And at your desperation, he finally pushes in, his forehead falling on your shoulder. He takes a moment to enjoy the feeling, gasping praises in your ear.

“So tight”, is the only phrase he can from as his hips start moving.

The water moves between the two of you, the bubbles had disappeared and you could see Junhui’s fingers digging in your flesh, probably leaving bruises. Your hips start moving as well, you can help it and he notices.

His hand tangled in your hair tugs you backwards, as he whispers through gritted teeth, “Fucking eager, aren’t you ?”, but he seems as breathless and eager as his hips move faster, going deeper and deeper.

Moan after moan, you two are lost in pleasure, and you swear you’re about to lose your mind when he changes his rhythm.

He’s going slowly, drawing every thrust out, snapping back, making you feel how he’s stretching you out. He’s still holding you to his chest when he starts nibbling on your earlobe, heavy pants leaving his mouth.

“I’m gonna-“, and you can’t finish your phrase, his hand leaves your hip to find your throat again and it feels heavenly. Your head spins and he starts moving his hips faster, he’s eager to find his climax.

“Come all over my cock.”, and the growl comes from his chest, sending you over the edge. Your mind goes blank for what seems like an eternity, your blood is booming in your ears as you moan the men’s name. He follows shortly after, a high pitched moan comes from his plump lips, and he pulls out before he finally cums.

It leaves the both of you breathless, the water suddenly feels cold when he detaches himself from your body and leans against the edge.

“You don’t have to chase me anymore.”  

Minghao looked across the table at you, watching as you chewed lightly on the end of your pen as you scanned your notes. You were in the library on campus, trying your best to study for your own classes while Minghao was meant to focus on his classes as well. From time to time, Faye would walk by with Kira trailing behind her, helping the taller girl put away library books while they chatted in English together.

Honestly, you’d been spending a lot more time with your younger mate than you had with Junhui, but that was only because Jun was avoiding Minghao for the most part. He was still upset – though, that was an understatement – with Minghao, so he was staying away -- not so much in an angry way, but more in a way that a child would when he was upset with his parents and went to sulk in his bedroom. He even spent some nights sleeping elsewhere just to avoid Minghao and the baby talk that came with being around the two of you. You didn’t blame Jun for being upset, you just missed him. You wanted to fix things so he could be happy too, but you couldn’t.

“You’re not reading your notes,” Minghao commented, taking note on the way your brows knitted together and how tense your body was. “_____, please try to relax.”

“How can I?” you sighed, setting down your pen and propping your elbows up on the table, letting your chin rest between your hands. “This whole baby thing is causing a huge rift between me and Jun. He doesn’t want to be around us anymore.”

“It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you anymore, _____,” Minghao frowned, reaching across the library table to hold your hand. “He still does things for you, like leave you breakfast in the morning or put that fuzzy blanket you like in the dryer so it’s warm or keep the fridge stocked with all those snacks you like.”

You gave your mate a confused look, “I thought that was you.”

He shook his head with a tiny smile, “Nope, it was all him.”

You looked back down at your notes, trying to think. Was there any way to get Jun to be normal with you and Minghao again? He clearly still cared enough to go out of his way for you – you had started to worry that maybe the imprinting bond was breaking because of how upset he was – so there had to be a way to get him to be near you again.

But Minghao already had an idea. You’d be all Jun’s this weekend, but you didn’t know that yet.

-

Jun sat in his class, not even trying to focus. It had been hard focusing lately, especially with you getting bigger and bigger with the two babies inside you that both belonged to Minghao. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes again as he scribbled in frustration on the margins of his paper.

He was starting to really hate Minghao. He never thought he’d hate one of his brothers, but he felt a strong distaste for the younger wolf, he resented the babies Minghao had put in you, and he was even more upset because no matter how much he wanted to be near you, it just made him think more and more about how you were pregnant because of Minghao and not him.

Junhui still went out of his way to do small things for you when you weren’t around, though. He did feel bad not sticking by your side, but you had Minghao to do that anyway. Besides, Minghao was the father and should be the one to do those things. But Jun felt bad and he missed you and he wanted you to know he still did care about you, just not anything else. But he did notice the smile on your face didn’t reach your eyes anymore, and it wasn’t as bright. Your eyes didn’t have that sparkle it used to. You didn’t seem as happy, and he knew it was all his fault, but he couldn’t help it.

In his frustration, Jun didn’t notice how tightly he was gripping his pen. The plastic thing broke in half, spewing ink all over his hand, the desk, and his papers. The few students around him, though terrified, looked at him in both curiosity and slight fear. Jun let out a sigh before he gathered his things and stormed out of the room.

-

“Huh?” Seungcheol asked as Wonwoo, Faye, and Minghao stood by the doorway to the living room.

“You knew I was visiting home this weekend,” Faye said with a slight look of worry on her face.

Somehow, her being pregnant reverted her back to the soft, shy girl that you had only met when she first started working at the bakery with her. It was a bit odd to have that come out again since you only saw her quiet with strangers, but she was suddenly so afraid to do anything or make anyone the slightest bit upset with her. You assumed because she was easily prone to crying because of her hormones.

You, on the other hand, had already cried so much these last few months that you didn’t care.

“No, Faye, I know,” Seungcheol nodded, reassuring the pregnant girl that she wasn’t in any trouble, “it’s Minghao that I don’t understand.”

You didn’t understand, either. Minghao had never once mentioned going on any sort of trip this weekend, let alone leaving the goddamn country. But here he was with his bags packed and waiting by the door for the next morning so he could leave bright and early with Faye and Wonwoo. You knew he loved the idea of traveling, but you thought he’d at least tell you first.

Minghao just shrugged, “I’ve never been to America.”

“So you’re going to ditch your pregnant mate to do some traveling?” Jun muttered as he sat on the complete opposite side of the room from Minghao – he claimed he was there first and was refusing to leave, but everyone except you knew he was staying there because you were there. “Didn’t even tell her... Responsible.”

Minghao didn’t seem phased by the older boy’s words, though.

“So,” Soonyoung began, cocking his head to one side, “you’re gonna third wheel Faye and Won?”

“No,” Faye said, shaking her head, “we’re gonna include him. He can meet my family! Ooh, my older brother is gonna love you!”

“He doesn’t like me,” Wonwoo frowned. “I don’t think either of your brothers do.”

“That’s probably because you’re fucking their sister,” Mingyu told him with a snort.

“He’s studying abroad in China, but he’s coming home for the weekend,” Faye nodded as she tugged excitedly on Minghao’s hand.

Wonwoo looked down at her, eyebrows furrowed, “Is Luna going to--”

“No,” she stated quickly like she didn’t want to talk about the topic. “She’s...still not... Yeah...”

“You have a sister?” Minghao questioned, though all of you were confused. Faye had only ever mentioned her older brother and her younger brother.

She looked at Minghao with a tight-lipped smile, “Don’t talk about her to my family. She’s...estranged.”

While curiosity got the best of the pack, you walked closer to Minghao, catching his eye. He could easily read the sadness on your face. Not like, sad he was ‘leaving you’ but just sad because you’d miss him a lot.

“So you’re leaving tomorrow?” you frowned.

He offered you a sad smile as he reached up to cup your cheek, “It’s only three days, _____. I promise it’ll go by quickly. Jun will take the best care of you like he always does, you know that.”

A whole weekend with just Junhui, where he’d have no reason to be away from you. That honestly made you significantly less sad. Having Jun be back to normal for a little while--

Your eyes narrowed as you quietly stated, “You planned this on purpose.”

Minghao let out a giggle, “You’re welcome.”

-

Minghao had left in the early hours of the morning. You just barely remembered him waking you up with a soft kiss to your forehead, promising to return soon before reminding you to only sleep on your side – you’d lost count of how many times you’d woken up to him gently rolling you onto your side before you’d immediately go back to sleep.

But remembering that Minghao had left, you were surprised when you felt hands rolling you onto your side when you landed on your back and stopped there when turning over in your sleep. You reached behind you in your half-asleep state and felt a very warm hand behind you, though it was keeping space between you and it.

You started to roll over to see who it was, but as soon as you hit your back, you fell unconscious again.

And once again, you were rolled onto your side.

-

When you finally woke up, whoever was beside you while you slept was gone. There were clothes laid out for you, though – your favorite grey sweater and the most comfortable leggings you owned – so you got changed quickly. After that, you put on some socks before going downstairs and following the smell of food.

On the counter with steam still drifting off of the plate, was rice and eggs, with a sticky note written in all capital letters in handwriting you easily recognized as Junhui’s.

FOR _____

Under that note was another.

I swear to god Gyu, if you eat this one, I’ll disembowel you

You just laughed softly to yourself before taking the plate with utensils already on it, and going to the living room to eat.

You enjoyed your breakfast with the pack that was in the living room. Eunmi had the day off from classes, so she was in a very long t-shirt, her hair up, and was eating a bowl of cereal while she watched Adventure Time – you thought she looked very adorable despite typically having a very tough aura. Yerin was playing a game of chess with Chan while the two of them bickered back and forth while laughing and giggling. Seungcheol and Juri were cuddled up together on the couch while Seungcheol softly sang along to the Adventure Time theme song, making Juri giggle as she cuddled closer to him. The morning was good so far.

“Hey,” a familiar voice you’d barely heard at all these last few months spoke up. You whipped your head around to the threshold to the living room, seeing Jun standing there in a sweatshirt and joggers. “So, uh, Minghao said you needed to get more clothes because you’re…getting bigger and stuff. So…”

“O-oh,” was all you could manage to say.

‘Good one, _____,’ you thought to yourself, ‘After months of hardly hearing a full sentence from him, that’s what you say to him.’

“Do you want to go now?” you asked.

He shrugged, “S’up to you.”

You nodded, eager to spend time with Junhui, “Yeah, we can go now. I was done eating, anyway. Um…thank you, by the way – for breakfast, I mean. Well, and the clothes. Oh, and–”

“You’re welcome,” he nodded, interrupting your thank yous before he turned and went down the hall, walking out the door.

-

The car ride was awkward, but you were just happy to be near Jun. You could tell he was deep in thought from the way his brows furrowed as he stared at the road, and you’d give anything to know what he was thinking so hard about. He clearly wasn’t angry because his grip on the wheel was relaxed, but whatever it was had him clearly a bit preoccupied.

“_____,” Jun suddenly spoke up when he stopped at a light. He turned to look at you, his face emotionless, “we should probably talk. Or, well, I should talk.”

You nodded slowly, playing with your fingers in your lap, “Okay…”

He sighed, reaching over and putting his warm hand over both of yours, “I’m–”

Your phone suddenly buzzed interrupting what Jun was going to say. He glanced at your phone resting on your thigh, letting out a groan and rolling his eyes as he removed his hand and went back to staring straight ahead.

“Never mind,” he grumbled. “Just answer it.”

The ID said it was Minghao, and the picture of you, him, and Jun together showed up to confirm it. You felt a slight pang in your heart, but answered the phone anyway. You knew fighting with Jun would get you nowhere.

“Hi, love!” Minghao chirped when you picked up. “I just wanted to let you know we’re on layover.”

“Are you all doing okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. I mean, Faye’s really sleepy and is basically passed out on me while Wonwoo’s in the bathroom. If she were awake, she’d say hi,” he chuckled. “How are things with Jun?”

You knew Jun could hear because when you glanced at him, his knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel. You didn’t want to tell Minghao how things were really going, but you didn’t want to lie, either.

But Minghao could tell just from how long you were taking to think of an answer.

“_____…” he sounded upset for you.

“We’re going clothes shopping,” you said quickly, trying to sound happy and excited. “It’ll be fun.”

Minghao sighed, “Alright, well, please be safe. I know Junhui won’t let anything happen to you, but y’know. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you replied before hanging up.

Jun was silent once again the entire way to the store.

-

Buying clothes was awkward. You were already upset because you had to go up yet another size – Dr. Moon and Josh both said you’d be even bigger because of the twins – but you were even more upset because Jun was back to mumbling and sulking. He did once grab a sweater that he put in the cart, quietly saying, “I like this color on you” before he walked off again. But you still hated how distant he was being.

Despite how much you wanted to cry because of it, you kept your tears in. You would let everything out when you were alone in your room or in the shower or somewhere you wouldn’t do it in front of anybody. You were so sick and tired of crying in front of people and feeling like your emotions were an annoying burden to them.

But as soon as you walked through the door and went to pass Eunmi, she stopped you with a smirk, “So, did you two lovebirds have fun today?”

And you just broke down into sobs. You didn’t have fun, and you weren’t sure if you’d ever have fun again. Honestly, it just felt like Jun hated you now. It felt like if this went on any longer, your bond with him would break or he would die or something bad would happen where you’d lose him. He didn’t want to be around you -- hell, he didn’t even want to talk to you. What could you do?

Eunmi’s eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed, her deadly gaze on Junhui as she wrapped you up in her arms, “Hey bitch-face, what did you do to her?!”

“Nothing!” Jun said, holding up his hands in surrender.

Seungcheol had heard the commotion and came in from the living room to see what was wrong, but the three of you ignored the alpha’s presence.

“Th-that’s the pro-oblem,” you blubbered, your head dropped onto Eunmi’s shoulder.

Junhui was sure his heart almost shattered when you said that. He whined softly, but just stood in place. Seungcheol walked over, looking between the two of you – though you didn’t see him – before he gave Junhui a hard look.

Eunmi brought you down the hall toward the kitchen, but your mate just watched with sad eyes. He didn’t even make a move to go after you.

“Jesus Christ, Jun,” Seungcheol groaned, “can you put your petty fucking instincts aside for your mate? You’re acting like a literal child. Stop sulking and do better for her.”

Jun said nothing, watching as Eunmi led you away from him with Seungcheol following behind.

Eunmi sat you down in a chair before going to grab a tissue for you. Seungcheol crouched down in front of you, a warm hand placed on your knee as he looked up at you with a frown. He felt awful for you. He couldn’t believe your own mate would treat you like this. Jun had made you cry more times these last few months than the alpha could even count. He honestly wanted to hit him

“_____, I’m sorry,” Seungcheol said, his voice soft as Eunmi walked over to dab your eyes.

“He h-hates me,” you wailed, covering your nose with the tissue before it could drip. “He d-doesn’t love m-me a-anym-more.”

“Sweetheart, no, that’s not true,” Eunmi shook her head, stroking your hair back.

“Eunmi’s right,” Seungcheol agreed, “Junhui still loves you.”

You just kept shaking your head at their words, unable to accept them. Junhui wanted absolutely nothing to do with you for the last few months, and you knew that when the babies came, it would only get worse. He’d hate Minghao, he’d hate the babies because they were Minghao’s, and he’d hate you for bringing them into the world – for ruining his life, as he had said before. That statement may have been talked through and apologized for, but now it was all you could think about. You ruined his life.

“Should we call Minghao?” Eunmi suggested.

“No, he’s probably on a plane right now,” Seungcheol sighed, pulling you to his chest when your sobs got stronger.

“I can take care of her.”

Jun’s voice had the two looking toward the doorway. Eunmi’s eyes narrowed again, her glare just about burning a hole in his face, “Yeah, clearly.”

“I have to fix this,” Junhui insisted, his voice soft. “Please, let me talk to her. I promise I won’t make her cry.”

“Fine,” Seungcheol decided, letting go of you to stand up and face Junhui. “You better fix your behavior, though. She doesn’t deserve to think her own mate hates her.”

Just hearing that again – he’d heard everything already – had him whimpering softly. The fact he really made you think he hated you – and then said it out loud – hurt him more than anything. It hurt more than finding out the babies weren’t his.

As Seungcheol had to force Eunmi out of the kitchen, Jun collected you in his arms and brought you upstairs. You didn’t fight him, though you couldn’t stop crying. He shushed you the entire way up, telling you it was okay, but it didn’t feel okay. Junhui was holding you and he was saying he was going to take care of you, but things weren’t okay and you didn’t think they’d ever be okay.

You felt the mattress under you before you felt it dip beside you. Jun held you to him while he sat up against the headboard, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You sat in silence for a while, just the sound of your sobs and sniffles filling the room. Jun stayed quiet, just letting you get most of it out.

“_____,” he began quietly, but there was something about his voice that sounded…off, “d-do you really think I hate you?”

You heard the break in his voice. You pulled away just enough to look at him, seeing a few tears sliding down his cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed he’d started crying, and you weren’t sure if he was crying because he hurt you or because you thought he hated you or for a reason completely lost on you. But you didn’t know why he’d cry over you.

When all you did was look at him without saying a word, a sob escaped his lips. You’d never heard Jun cry before – you’d seen it, yes, but never heard him make any noise – and it stabbed right at your heart.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered so his voice wouldn’t break again. “I’ve been so fucking awful to you, but I couldn’t stand being around him. I just– Fuck, _____, I wanted everything with you, and he got it first. I just have to stand by and watch! I thought sharing with my brother would be easy but it’s hard and it’s only going to get more and more difficult and–”

He stopped, taking a deep breath because his voice was raising and was starting to get shaky. He shook his head, cupping your cheek as a few tears fell from his chin and onto the sleeve of his shirt, “I need to stop isolating and sulking when I’m upset or angry. No matter what, I shouldn’t neglect you. I thought maybe just doing small gestures would at least remind you that I care, but a mate needs their wolf as much as a wolf needs their mate. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for letting my anger get in the way of my love for you.”

You sniffled, rubbing one eye with the side of your hand, “S-so you don’t hate m-me?”

“No,” he breathed, his forehead resting against yours as your noses just barely brushed. “No, I never could. I’ll love you until the day I die, and then even after that. You’ll always be my mate, _____, and that won’t ever change.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him close. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, making him laugh softly before sniffling.

“I missed you,” you told him.

You felt and hurt and purr in his chest, “I missed you more.”

-

The rest of the weekend was boring, but Junhui stayed with you the whole time. He brought you to and from class, he took you out to lunch, he made sure you spoke to Minghao once a day – he figured out the time zones for you – and he slept in your room again.

Even in the late hours of the night when you were half awake, feeling the bed dip on Minghao’s side, you still felt Junhui’s warm arms around you, never letting up. Even when Minghao kissed your forehead, whispering to you that he was finally back, Junhui stayed glued to your back, seemingly unbothered. He stayed, and that was an accomplishment of it’s own.

Jun got grumpy. Of course he did, you knew how he felt about the situation. You felt like he still resented the babies, too, but he still begrudgingly helped you – Minghao couldn’t help but laugh watching a grumpy Junhui frown deeply even while he massaged your swollen belly. You had to admit, there was something entertaining about seeing Jun with a semi-permanent pout even while he did nice things for you.

He loved you, he couldn’t help but help you.

“I brought you something!” Faye grinned as she held out a purple bag for you. “I hope you like it. Wonwoo and I got a matching one – well, kind of.”

You dug through the tissue paper, your hand landing on something that felt soft and plush. When you pulled the contents out, you were gripping four onesies: two were lions, and two were tigers. Minghao smirked, looking away as he presented the gift with Faye and Wonwoo. Jun raised his eyebrows before looking back at the taller mate.

“Faye, do you know what twins means?” he chuckled, though you could tell he was trying his best to not burst into little coos of how cute they looked. “Can you count?”

Faye’s cheeks turned red as they puffed out in a pout, “Y-yeah! I– I just thought…”

Wonwoo put an arm around her to keep her calm before she burst into tears at Junhui’s remark.

“She wanted to do the whole ‘lions and tigers and bears’ thing,” Minghao explained, though his gaze was mostly on you when he spoke, “but she figured twins usually wear the same thing, so she got two of each just in case you want them to match instead.”

“We got the bear one,” Wonwoo spoke up.

“I love it,” you told them honestly with a thankful smile, “thank you, Faye.”

Faye smiled shyly with a shrug, “I figured I should try to cheer you up since I kinda kidnapped Minghao. I hope you weren’t too upset.”

You nudged Jun before leaning into him, earning a kiss to the top of your head, “I had good company.”

“The best company,” Junhui corrected. “I’m a delight.”

“Oh fuck, is it opposite day already?” Soonyoung asked.

Junhui turned to glare at his brother before both took off, Jun chasing after Soonyoung with a yell while Soonyoung laughed maniacally. Wonwoo sighed deeply, stepping in to defuse the situation before it escalated.

"You did have a good weekend?” Minghao checked.

You nodded as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, “Of course I did. Personally, I did find Jun to be a delight.”

“You seem happier,” Minghao noted.

“Yeah,” you let out a content breath, your own arms lazily resting around his hips. “I think everything will be okay. It’ll just take some time and effort.”

“Which is normal,” he assured you. "The best relationships take time and effort.”

“And we are the best.”

Month One

Everyone was still excited about Faye and Wonwoo, but the excitement started to die down as school picked up for everyone. You tried to focus on your studies more to distract from the secret that you only told Faye about, but you knew your mates would pick up on it soon. They were both becoming highly territorial, even snapping at each other.

At first, nobody said anything about Junhui and Minghao bickering and growling at each other. They thought maybe it was pre/post mating season stuff. But when it happened for a whole month, everyone was starting to get fed up with it, demanding to know what their issue was. Neither of them knew, and they still just thought the odd thing their instincts picked up on was Faye.

-

Month Two

You didn’t know when morning sickness would pick up, but you never got it, surprisingly. You were thankful since you hated the feeling of throwing up, but you felt bad for Faye, who was getting sick left and right. You tried to help her as much as you could since she was keeping your secret to herself.

“You have to tell them,” she advised one morning while you were holding her hair back since Wonwoo was downstairs making breakfast before class. “They have to know; it’s been two months, _____.”

You knew you’d start showing soon, so you knew you’d have to tell them before it happened, so you just nodded.

“I will,” you promised quietly, though your hands were shaking now.

-

Month Three

You finally decided to tell them while your body still looked mostly the same. You sat both of your mates down one night, standing in front of them. Minghao looked nervous just from picking up on your body language, and Junhui just seemed confused.

“Love, just sit with us,” Minghao frowned.

You shook your head, “Hao, please just…listen for a minute.”

He sighed, but nodded for you to continue.

You inhaled deeply, held it, and exhaled slowly.

At the last minute, you chickened out, holding your head in your hands, “Ah, you’re going to hate me…”

“Baby, we could never hate you,” Junhui frowned, reaching out to take your hand from your head.

“It’s alright, _____, just tell us what’s wrong,” Minghao cooed, reaching for your other hand and holding it in both of his.

One hand in Junhui’s, and one hand in Minghao’s, you slowly lifted your head, your eyes glancing between the two pairs studying you. You chewed on your lower lip, knowing they’d be upset that you kept this from them for almost three months, but you had to do it now. You’d dug this hole for yourself, you shouldn’t make it any deeper.

“I’m…” you paused, barely able to choke out the word in a whisper, “pregnant…”

Minghao’s eyes widened, leaning back a bit but still holding onto your hand. Junhui leaned forward, looking confused like he didn’t hear you. But you know he heard you.

“Wait…what?” Jun asked.

“It’s why you guys are at each other’s throats,” you frowned, bowing your head again, “and I should’ve told you when I found out, but I–”

“When did you find out?” Minghao interrupted.

“…A little over two months ago,” you admitted timidly.

“Holy shit,” Junhui breathed, staring off into space as he took all of this in.

Minghao frowned, standing up and getting very close to you, “Love, why didn’t you tell us?”

“I was afraid,” you told him, your lower lip quivering as your eyes started to fill with tears. Your voice broke the more you talked about it. “I have two mates, and there can only be one father, and I-- I didn’t want either of you to be mad at me or the other one.”

Minghao frowned, letting go of your hand to pull you into his chest. Jun still held your hand, running the pad of his thumb over your knuckles as he was deep in thought.

“_____, neither of us will ever be mad at you, okay?” he promised, stroking your hair with one hand, and rubbing your back with the other. “This is not your fault.”

Your free hand held onto your younger mate tightly, your tears soaking into his shirt, “I-it’s not?”

“No,” he chuckled, pulling away to cup your face, “how could it be? It takes two people to make a baby, silly.”

Junhui suddenly looked up like he was brought back to the present, “But who’s the second one who made the baby?”

Him and Minghao made eye contact with each other, unsure what to say next. While neither of them were upset with you, they felt a little hostile toward each other. Both of them wanted the baby to be theirs – it would be the first baby you’d have, and they both wanted to be the first – so they just stared at each other in a tense silence.

They promised to never be mad at you, but neither of them said anything about each other.

-

“It’s easy,” Joshua promised as he rolled up your sleeve.

After one of your classes, you dropped by the medical building to see one of the two pack doctors. With Joshua’s knowledge of the medical field, and his access to the medical building, he was the one that would be performing the paternity test -- Aya was unwilling to get dragged into the middle of the drama. You decided to just get it over with, wanting to know who was the father before the baby was born. It was best to rip off the band-aid, as Joshua advised.

“Needles aren’t easy,” you mumbled, noticing the needle he had prepped just a moment ago.

“I have to draw blood, but it doesn’t hurt,” Joshua chuckled before prepping your arm. “When are dumb and dumber showing up?”

“Hao’s coming during his break, and Jun stayed home today, so soon,” you assumed, watching Joshua up until he had to put the needle in your arm.

You had a tiny bump that was easily hidden by sweatshirts and any baggy, thick shirt. Faye was a little farther along, and all she wore were sweatshirts, so at least that made you feel a little less weird about only wearing baggy things. It made you feel a little better knowing there was somebody going through this with you, but Faye didn’t have to worry about who the father was and one of her mates being upset if it wasn’t them.

“Are you going to find out the sex beforehand?” Joshua wondered to distract you from the needle.

“I don’t know,” you told him. “Minghao said he’d want it to be a surprise, but Jun said he wants to know. Jun can sometimes be a blabbermouth, though, so… I guess it depends on who the father is. If it’s Hao, I won’t find out; if it’s Jun, I will.”

“Who do you think it is?” Joshua smirked, pulling over a rolling chair and sitting down across from you.

You turned to look at the older boy, chewing your cheek as you thought, “Can’t werewolves sense who it is?”

“No, we can only sense that the person is pregnant,” he shrugged. “We’re not that good. We can tell who you have sex with because their scent is all over you, but that’s about it. We can’t tell you whose DNA is inside you.

“But I will say,” he continued as he messed with a few things on the counter, “that it’s not impossible to get pregnant by two people at the same time, but it’s a long shot.”

“How does that happen?” you asked.

“Two uteruses,” he replied as he organized the tools, his brows furrowed slightly. “You are, essentially, made for Jun and Minghao, so it wouldn’t be too far off to assume, but that’s still rare.”

You frowned, “I think having a second uterus is somehow scarier than dealing with a pouty werewolf.”

Joshua laughed, nodding in agreement, “Alright, yeah, that does sound pretty scary.”

It seemed like eons until your mates showed up. Somehow, they arrived at the same time, and you could already hear them bickering from down the hall. It seemed the more time that passed, the more protective your mates got. The bigger the baby got, the more possessive they grew. Wonwoo was the same way, though, so it’s not like it was strange. It just took some getting used to.

But they stopped when they walked into the room and saw you with the needle sticking out of your arm, and Junhui scrunched up his nose in disgust.

“Do we have to do that?” he asked.

Joshua sighed, “No, Jun.”

All Joshua had to do was swab the insides of their cheeks, and then he’d compare the DNA. It would take some time, but you still wanted to just get it done. Joshua and Aya were becoming the go-to doctors for you and Faye since finding a doctor who dealt with werewolves was hard to come by -- except Aya’s mom, but she was hard to book with.

“I’d really prefer my brother didn’t have to look at my mate’s vagina, though,” Wonwoo had huffed one night when the pack were talking about it.

“I don’t want my brother looking at it either, but beggars can’t be choosers,” Faye pointed out.

“How do you think I feel?!” Joshua had exclaimed.

The good news was that Joshua would have graduated before either of you were supposed to give birth -- though he’d have to go to another school after this -- and he was already doing an apprenticeship alongside Aya, working under Aya’s mom. The bad news was that he was your brother, and you really didn’t want your brother having to deliver your baby. But Aya’s mother worked at the same hospital, and Aya promised that she could get her mother to help out then, at least.

Your mates let Joshua gather DNA without a problem, and the fact they had to keep their mouths open – even if it was a short amount of time – kept them from bickering. It wasn’t even anything significant they were arguing over; they argued just to argue.

He then took the needle from your arm, gave you a little band-aid, and sent you off with your mates. Since you had no more classes, Junhui drove you home while Minghao went back to class.

Now, all you had to do was wait.

-

It felt like such a long time when the results came back. You had been studying in the living room all day while Minghao was at work and Junhui was at school. You and Hansol were practicing your Mandarin since you decided to take classes together with Joshua, so the two of you were sitting near the coffee table together – you on the couch, and him on the other side of the table on the floor. 

“Why the fuck does Mandarin make noises I’ve never had to make in my life?” Hansol asked as he scribbled on blank flashcards.

You laughed softly, jotting down in the workbook you were given, “I’m not the person to be asking.”

“Do you think your baby will learn Mandarin before you do?” Hansol wondered, looking up from his work.

You shrugged, dropping your pencil into the book and running a hand through your hair, “I hope not. For all I know, they’ll teach our kid bad words in Mandarin and I won’t know.”

“Minghao will teach it how to be polite and smooth,” Hansol decided, “while Junhui will teach it how to insult every single one of us without us knowing.”

You giggled, already knowing that was true, “Jun would teach it how to tell me off, and I wouldn’t even know.”

“Nah, Jun would hate having his child disrespect it’s mother.”

“You do remember how Junhui confessed to me, right?”

Hansol paused to think about it before nodding, “Okay, you might be right.”

Hansol suddenly looked to the door, but you didn’t hear anything until it opened, and you heard Joshua, Seungcheol, and Eunmi talking. The front door closed and the voices got louder as they approached the living room. Then you heard a crunch and realized it was Faye.

Faye craved pickles, like most pregnant women. However, she craved them with other things, which was strange She craved pickles with peanut butter, pickles with mac n cheese, pickles on pizza, just straight-up pickle juice – she was really addicted to pickles. But Joshua kept reprimanding her because she was pregnant and had to stick to a very strict diet. Thus, everyone in the pack started trying to keep pickles away from the tallest mate, but she always found them, even if she had to buy them at school.

So in walked Faye, carrying a packaged pickle in one hand, and a bar of chocolate in the other. You just giggled at her, and she shrugged.

Hansol said something to her in English that you didn’t quiet catch, and Faye just stuck her tongue out at him and went to take another bite of her pickle. That was when Seungcheol snatched it from her before handing it off to Eunmi, who bolted down the hall toward the kitchen. Faye looked down at her empty hand, sighed, and bit into her chocolate bar.

“Anyway,” Joshua continued, leading the girl to go sit down on the couch by you, “I got the results today. I’m sorry it took a little longer; I was swamped with work since graduation is this year and– Actually, you don’t care. Are you ready?”

Your eyes widened, barely catching Joshua’s words through his babbling. He knew who the dad was? Now? Already?

“Shouldn’t we wait for–”

The door was flung open before shutting loudly, footsteps racing down the hallway until Jun and Minghao appeared in the doorway of the living room. Both of them looked like they’d run straight from their respective locations, and you wouldn’t put it past them, either.

“I texted them,” Joshua smirked. “Alright, come sit down, you two.”

Junhao plopped himself down between you and Faye while Minghao sat on your other side. Both of them took one of your hands, their golden eyes trained on Joshua. They didn’t even bat an eye as Eunmi ran into the room to hear the announcement, sitting herself on the floor by Seungcheol’s feet.

Josh took a seat on the coffee table, facing both of you, “Ready?”

Minghao nodded eagerly, but you and Jun just stared at Josh. You didn’t know if Jun or Minghao looked excited, nervous, or somewhere in between because you couldn’t look away from Joshua.

This was it.

“It’s Minghao’s.”

While the grip on your right hand tightened, you could feel the one holding your left loosen, even if it was just a little. Minghao was laughing with glee beside you, looking to you as he expected you to be excited. However, you were looking at Jun as his jaw clenched and his golden eyes started to glint darker.

Everybody noticed the shift. Eunmi immediately stood as Seungcheol went over to remove Faye from the situation, putting her behind him and the smaller mate. Joshua leaned toward Jun, putting a hand on his knee.

“Junhui…” Joshua’s voice was a soft warning.

“Seriously?” Jun asked. Despite looking like he was getting angrier, his voice sounded broken and defeated.

“Junhu--”

He whipped his head around to you, his red eyes filling with tears, “Minghao’s younger! He’s the one who imprinted second, and yet he gets to have a baby with you first?!”

“Junhui, nobody could control that,” Seungcheol stated, trying to calm him down, afraid his emotions could make him become aggressive.

Junhui was never one to get very angry -- usually it was Minghao, but even then, it was more of an annoyance with things than anger. But they knew what he was capable of considering his instincts. You also kept that in the back of your head -- not that you thought he’d hurt you, but you knew his instincts could get the best of him in a time like this.

“Yes, we could!” he insisted as he stood suddenly, gesturing to Minghao. “If he didn’t imprint on her–”

“Jun, he can’t control that either,” you spoke up, though your voice was soft and timid.

Junhui looked down at you before his glare flickered to the younger wolf instead, “Then when he confessed, you should’ve told him-- You should’ve-- I don’t know!”

Minghao growled lowly in response, averting his gaze from the older wolf. Junhui still heard the growl though and growled louder in a way to establish his dominance over the younger one.

You weren’t going to let them act like this, though. You stood up, though Minghao still kept his hands on your waist – something Jun didn’t like. You sized up to your mate, and Joshua’s eyes widened, standing up as well.

“Told him what?” you asked, frowning up at your mate. “Told him no? You’d rather have your brother die than this?”

“No, I didn’t say that!” he whined. “I’m saying, this isn’t fair!”

Jun knew he didn’t want Minghao dead – he was his brother, and the one he was closest to in the pack because they came from the same place and shared a mate – but he was too angry to say anything else. Instead, he let out a whine like he’d been kicked, and stalked out of the room, his head bowed.

Seungcheol and Eunmi relaxed, and Joshua sat back on the coffee table, running his hands through his hair. Minghao pulled you back down, sitting you in his lap as he cuddled you. You didn’t cry or say anything, but he could tell you were upset. He knew you hated when him and Jun fought, and he knew you hated even more when you had to put yourself in the middle of the situation. Plus, the last thing you needed was stress, especially when it could hurt the baby.

“I’m sorry,” Minghao mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I wish this was happier for you.”

“I am happy,” you promised, turning to look at him. You pressed a soft kiss to the button of his nose, making the younger wolf smile and hum contently. “I couldn’t be more happy to be having a baby with you, love.”

At that, Minghao smiled brightly and buried his face in your neck out of embarrassment. Of course, the older pack members began teasing him, including the two mates. Hansol joined in just to break the awkward feeling in the room. You had even forgot the younger one was there, but he knew everyone else had it handled. Hansol figured more people intervening would just stress Jun out more.

Suddenly, Junhui stomped back into the living room. Faye grabbed onto Seungcheol’s arm as the angry werewolf passed by them and sat down next to you, putting a hand on your knee.

Joshua opened his mouth to say something, but Jun cut him off.

Despite the tears that had clearly escaped and slid down his cheeks, Junhui slumped back into the couch and sniffled, angrily wiping the tears away with his other arm.

But he wouldn’t say anything.

-

Junhui seemed constantly unhappy. You weren’t sure what emotion it was that he was feeling, or what combination of them. He would only speak in mumbles, grumbles, or growls at all times. He refused to speak to Minghao, and even though he always stuck by you – he always had a hand on you, too – you could tell he was upset even then. Jun didn’t like that it was Minghao’s baby inside you instead of his own, but he couldn’t fight his instincts. It didn’t matter how angry Junhui was, he had to be near you and he had to help you.

Despite his sulkiness, he still helped you get dressed, put on shoes, go shopping, etcetera. He even went to look at baby items with you, wordlessly throwing things into the cart that he either knew you needed or thought was cute.

You and Minghao had also been tossing baby names back and forth. Since you belonged to two different cultures, he thought it would be best to give them two names. Bomi bluntly told you that was too much, but Minghao told her to let the two of you decide for yourselves.

For a boy, Minghao liked the name Kaimin, and the name Yating for a girl.

You, however, liked Junwon and Eunyeong respectfully.

You had recalled that Junhui had told you once before that if he had a son, he’d name him Kai, so you decided you liked the name. But you were still fighting Minghao on the names, anyway.

“Junwon doesn’t roll off the tongue like Kaimin does,” Minghao pointed out as you laid in bed one night. “And Eunyeong is so long spelled out phonetically.”

“Oh, and Minghao isn’t?” you scoffed.

“Xu Kaimin and Xu Yating just sound better,” he nodded. “They flow easy.”

“Xu Eunyeong is still pretty,” you pouted.

“But can we agree on Xu Kaimin, at least?”

“Talk to me in the morning and we’ll see.”

Jun, who you thought was asleep on your other side, mumbled, “It should be Wen...”

But despite Junhui’s sometimes petty tendencies, he went to every doctors visit. Sometimes, Minghao would be late due to work or school, but Junhui always insisted on going. He’d hold your hand tightly, but he usually didn’t show much emotion, even when the ultrasounds came up.

But then the day came when you went into the hospital while Joshua was working for an ultrasound. Junhui had driven you, along with Faye and Wonwoo, who also had an appointment with Josh and Aya’s mom. Minghao was getting off work early to meet you, so you knew he’d be there soon.

Faye was crunching on carrot sticks as the four of you rode the elevator up to the correct floor. Junhui stayed silent as he usually did, but kept your hand securely in his as he watched the numbers tick above the door. Once it opened, he brought you straight to the room, where the two doctors – if Josh even counted as a doctor – and Minghao were already waiting.

“How’d you get here?” Wonwoo asked the younger wolf.

“I got off extra early,” he shrugged before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” you replied.

“You know the drill, _____,” Joshua said, gesturing to the bed.

Jun let go of your hand so you could climb onto the bed and pull your shirt up. Aya’s mom supervised while Joshua prepped everything so he could get the practice in. You didn’t mind the gel even though it wasn’t the nicest feeling, but Faye hated the coldness.

Jun stood on one side of you with Minghao on the other. Both doctors always made sure to not mention the gender, so you wouldn’t have to worry about knowing. But since you were farther along, the two could see things on the screen more clearly than they could at your other appointments.

“Dr. Moon?” Joshua looked over to Aya’s mom as he looked at the screen that showed off the baby growing inside your stomach. “…What…is this?”

Your eyes widened at his question. Minghao squeezed your hand from nerves, and Junhui leaned forward like he could somehow tell what was on the screen.

“Don’t wanna hear that question...” Wonwoo commented under his breath.

“What’s what?” Junhui asked, sounding concerned, which you didn’t expect from him. He seemed very ‘I don’t care’ about this, except when it came to your health.

Aya’s mother moved over to take a look. She hummed to herself, tilting her head slightly to one side as she studied the screen, taking over Joshua’s hand to move the ultrasound around herself.

“Well...” she finally began, “I believe it’s two.”

“Two?” you repeated, resisting the urge to jolt up and look at the screen yourself. “You mean…?”

“It’s a little hard to tell, but,” Dr. Moon continued, still moving the gel around on your belly to get a better look, but she still couldn’t seem to make too much sense of anything, “it looks like twins to me.”

“Twins?” you cried, both hands squeezing your mates’ for dear life.

Joshua turned his head, his professional façade breaking as he started to laugh, “Holy shit.”

“Jesus Christ, Hao, what did you do to her?” Faye asked.

“It gets a bit tricky to see so much in a small space,” Dr. Moon shrugged, letting Joshua take over once more as she turned to face you. “But I can see two heads, four arms, four legs, etcetera.”

You heard a low growl coming from Jun. You looked over at him, but he didn’t storm out. In fact, he didn’t do much of anything. He just stood there, glaring at the screen as silent tears slid down his cheeks. He didn’t move to wipe them, either. He just glowered at the ultrasound screen, wondering why he got the shitty end of the stick.

His growl turned into a soft whine that broke your heart. You wanted to pull him closer to you and hold him. You wanted things to be fair, but that wasn’t how things worked. All you could do was watch him as your own eyes filled with tears. You’d never seen Junhui cry – maybe once or twice before, but he’d leave the room – but he was just crying without making any noise other than the quiet whines and whimpers in his chest.

Junhui didn’t want to leave your side, but he didn’t want to sit here and listen to this. He didn’t understand why the universe hated him. He didn’t understand why he had to share his mate with someone else, when everyone in the house got theirs to themselves. He didn’t understand why he didn’t even get to mark you first, and now he couldn’t even have a baby with you first. It wasn’t that he necessarily hated his brother or wanted him to get rejected and die, he didn’t understand why Minghao got two, and he got nothing. And all he could do about it was just stand there and take it.

“Jun…” your voice was quiet, barely even heard by the two humans in the room, but your mate heard it loud and clear.

Junhui’s gaze stayed on the monitor, his brown eyes starting to flicker red through his contacts. You just barely heard his words, and you knew they weren’t aimed at you -- if the target was Minghao or the fetuses growing inside you, you weren’t sure -- but they still hurt to hear. Even after he had left the room, not even stomping or dragging his feet like he usually did. He just…left. His shoulders hunched, and his head hung as he went. Even after he was down the hall, all you heard were his quiet words.

Jun quickly found that sharing you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Because it was Minghao, he never worried about having you with him because he knew the younger wolf would protect you at all costs. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t excited when he could have you all to himself, though.

Minghao had gone to China to visit family for the week, so it was just you and Jun. Yes, you missed your second mate, but you were happy you at least had Junhui beside you – the two almost planned their trips back home at the same time, and then you’d just be sad and alone.

Usually, Minghao was awake before you, but you rolled over this morning to see his side of the bed empty. You sighed before turning back to Junhui to see that he was still sleeping like usual. He always slept the longest out of the three of you.

Figuring it was best to let your mate sleep, you climbed out of bed and went straight for the door, going to the bathroom to shower instead of finding breakfast first. You also figured it would kill time faster before Jun woke up because you were bored and didn’t have anything to do today. It was Saturday, yet your only plans were to stay home.

You stayed in the shower as long as you could before getting too bored, before getting out to dry off. You put your pajamas back on and headed downstairs, going straight to the kitchen that was almost empty. Areum was making scrambled eggs for herself, while Hansol’s mate was watching her from where she sat on the counter, her ankles linked together. Down the hall, you could hear the familiar shouting of the pack as they bickered.

“Morning, _____!” Kira sang.

“Hey,” you lazily waved as you let out a yawn, going for the coffee maker.

Areum looked over her shoulder to see who the younger girl was talking to before she looked back at her eggs, “Where’s Junhui?”

“I’ll give you one guess,” you grumbled.

It hadn’t even been 24 hours without Minghao, but you already missed him. You didn’t have anybody to cuddle with in the mornings, so you had to wait for your sleepy mate to wake up before you got any love or affection.

Well, you probably could cuddle with Faye since she was almost the same height… Speaking of which…

“Where’s everybody else?” you wondered before Areum could say anything.

“Don’t go in the living room,” was all Kira said, her eyes wide with fear.

Areum looked over at you, nodding, “It’s chaos.”

“…Why?” you asked slowly, though you were afraid to know.

“Well, you know how Seungcheol went to Bang Chan’s for the day with Juri to help with his pack,” Areum reminded you, which you nodded at, “which is supposed to leave Jeonghan in charge, right? Well, him and Aya are locked in the sex dungeon for the week because Hannie’s going through mating season.”

“So…Joshua has to--”

“Right, but he’s sick,” Areum stated. “That leaves Mr. Sleepy-Pants to take care of the house, but he’s not even awake.”

You stared at her in horror. You and Junhui had to take care of the house – more so Junhui, but you had to step up in Juri’s place? How could the two of you control an entire house of werewolves? Junhui couldn’t even control Soonyoung!

Letting out a sigh, you left your coffee to brew as you made your way down the hallway. You might as well get a head start on the job Junhui clearly wasn’t doing. However, you wanted to turn right back around as soon as you saw the living room.

Wonwoo was fighting Chan, who was trying to fight Faye for her pancakes; Yerin was making Seokmin laugh so hard that he spat his orange juice out onto Seungkwan, who then turned around and gave him a look like he was going to punch him; Soonyoung was about to try to light one of the houseplants on fire; Mingyu had Bomi on his shoulders while she held something away from Jihoon, and Jihoon was about to shift.

Just a normal Saturday morning, really.

You placed two fingers in your mouth, causing a loud whistle to cut through the chaos in the living room. Everybody froze, all eyes looking to you. Even the two younger mates in the kitchen poked their heads out of the doorway to look at what was going on.

‘First thing’s first,’ you thought to yourself.

“Soonyoung, give me the lighter,” you ordered, holding your hand out and motioning him over with your fingers.

He frowned, but obeyed, “I thought you’d be fun.”

“No, she's always been a goody-two-shoes in school...” Chan grumbled, which you didn’t hear.

“She’s grumpy because Minghao isn’t here,” Mingyu muttered, causing you to glare at the tall wolf.

“I don’t care what it is that you two have; I want you to give it back to Jihoon,” you demanded.

Bomi dropped the object into the short wolf’s hands before Mingyu put her back down on the floor without another word. Bomi softly apologized before the pair were squeezing by you to leave the room. However, they abruptly stopped when someone appeared behind you.

Junhui was awoken by the whistle you made, and he had heard Mingyu’s comment, “Apologize to _____.”

Mingyu frowned, “Sorry, _____.”

“You, too,” he nodded to the pup of the pack.

Chan’s eyes widened before he bowed his head, “I’m sorry, _____.”

“Nice of you to join me,” you told him playfully, leaning your head back to smile at him.

He grinned, kissing your forehead, “I can’t let you do this alone, can I? I forgot that we’d be left in charge…”

“You knew and didn’t tell me?”

“We all knew Seungcheol was leaving, I know when Jeonghan’s time is, and Joshua told me last night that he was sick.”

“And you kept it all from me?”

“Because you’re upset about Hao, and I didn’t want to stress you out,” he frowned, his arms finding their way around your waist to pull your back into his chest. “I promise, though, the day will go by super fast.”

“Can you two go be gross somewhere else?” Soonyoung asked.

“Can you go be annoying in a different pack?” Junhui shot back.

“As happy as I am that the two of you think you can be parents for a day,” Eunmi spoke up, “aren’t you forgetting that you’re not actually the alpha?”

“Seungcheol’s orders,” a new voice spoke up.

Aya joined the group, her cheeks flushed and her expression tired. Her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and you genuinely felt sorry for the poor girl. You had yet to experience mating season with either mates – you could only imagine what dealing with two mates in mating season would be like…

“Seungcheol left Joshua in charge because he knew Jeonghan would be…crazy,” she sighed the last word, running a hand through her hair. “But he said if anything happened to Josh, next oldest is in charge. Therefore, if you don’t listen to Jun and he has to bring me up here to put you little shits in your place, I won’t be happy.”

You didn’t have to look at her to know her eyes had turned a deep red as she growled the last part as a threat. The room collectively nodded as she stalked off to the kitchen to grab some water.

Once she was gone, you looked up at Jun slowly, terror on your face, “Am… I gonna be like that?”

Jun stared at you in panic for a moment before putting on a smile and hugging you tightly, “Who wants breakfast!”

-

Junhui was well aware that he was left as alpha while the older three were busy, however, you were his first priority. Even if you weren’t showing it, he knew you missed Minghao, so Jun was dead set on showing you extra love this week in the absence of your other mate.

“Shouldn’t you be downstairs?” you asked after he had dragged you back up to your bedroom.

“Seungcheol doesn’t constantly stay with the pack,” he shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcing you away from the door. “Stop worrying, baby. I’ll hear if they need me.”

“But Jun, they’re gonna--”

“Shh, come lay down,” he told you, pulling you down onto your shared bed with him, and nuzzling his face into your back as he spooned you. “It’s nap time, stop worrying.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “…Junhui, we woke up two hours ago.”

“Baby, go to sleep,” he whined.

“But--”

“I’m really starting to hate that word,” he sighed, cutting you off as he placed a hand over your mouth.

You tried to talk, but your words were muffled. You even licked and bit at his palm, but he just chuckled and told you how cute you were. You finally gave in with a huff and just relaxed back into his warm body.

“There we go,” he smiled. “Was that so hard, sunshine?”

“Yes…” you pouted.

“See, you need this nap! You’re so grumpy.”

“I’m only grumpy because the house is going to set on fire and we won’t even know. Soonyoung manages to set something of yours on fire every week and you never notice.”

“And yet, the house is still standing,” he pointed out, starting to trail kisses up your shoulder. “You’re not supposed to worry about the pack, _____; I am.”

You wanted to tell him you had to worry since he wasn’t, but this whole conversation was getting you nowhere. Junhui had won, and you had to accept it. Besides, even if you tried to get up, Jun’s hold was tight on you, and you knew he outweighed you when it came to strength.

So you just gave in and relaxed, deciding it wasn’t your problem. Junhui would be the one to get yelled at if anything happened. It had been a while since it was just you and Jun, anyway. It definitely wasn’t that you missed only having one mate – you loved Minghao just as much as you did Jun – but sometimes it was hard splitting yourself between two needy werewolves.

It was weird to think it used to just be you and Jun, but being like this reminded you of the short time it was just the two of you. Of course, now, you weren’t constantly thinking about the younger wolf who was going through a depression at the time all because of you. You could actually enjoy being in his arms.

“So,” Jun began, interrupting the silence. Truthfully, you thought he’d fallen asleep, “what do you want to do this week?”

“Didn’t you say it was nap time?” you quizzed.

“Hey, I’m the alpha now, so don’t tell me what to do,” he pouted, making you chuckle and roll your eyes at his un-alpha-like response. “What do you want to do to pass the time while our little Minghao is gone?”

“I have class three out of five days,” you told him.

“So what about the other days?”

“Don’t you have class? …And a job?”

He frowned, “This week is cancelled, go to sleep.”

-

You woke up from your nap to have somehow ended up on your back with no shorts on, your shirt pulled all the way up to your neck, and Jun on top of you as he snored softly in your ear. You weren’t entire sure how you ended up that way, but you couldn’t really question it considering it definitely wasn’t the weirdest position you’d ended up in before.

Knowing there was no way you could get out from under your mate without waking him up, you just laid there like that, letting out a soft groan.

“Shh,” he shushed you, his eyes still closed while his head rested on your chest right over your heart. He reached for one of your hands and brought it to his hair, signaling that he wanted you to play with it. “Please.”

You sighed but started running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, causing a soft purr to sound in his chest, “You’re such a child.”

“Call me whatever you want,” he hummed, “as long as you don’t stop.”

“This is better than sex to you, isn’t it?” you chuckled.

“If I had to choose between getting my dick sucked, and this, I would choose this.”

“Really?”

“No,” he snorted. 

You rolled your eyes and dragged your fingers through his hair and down to his bare back – when the fuck did his shirt come off? – lightly scratching your nails up and down his skin. His purrs and hums got a little louder, and he tightened his hold on you.

“Can I ask you something?” he spoke up suddenly.

“Of course,” you replied, staring up at the ceiling.

Juhui lifted his head, his chin resting on your chest as his amber eyes looked at you, “Do you want children?”

The question caught you off guard, but you already knew the answer, “Of course.”

You didn’t expect him to frown, but when he continued, you knew why he was, “How would that work?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and stared toward the window as you thought. You never really considered this before, but now that it was brought up, you might as well work through the problem – though, it wasn’t really a problem. You knew you wouldn’t necessarily have to figure things out right away since starting a family was a ways away – the house already had a hard time collectively babysitting Kaito – but it was good to start talking about it now.

“Well...” you began slowly, finally meeting Jun’s curious eyes again, “I’d have a few with you, and a few with Minghao, right?”

“A few?” he repeated, his eyes going wide. “_____, how many do you plan on having?”

You giggled at his reaction, kissing the button of his nose, “I just mean I’ll have at least one with both of you, unless Minghao for some reason doesn’t want to have his own child.”

“But you don’t see it as a problem?”

“Why would I?”

He shrugged, “Not many people are in a poly relationship. I mean, I know I’m not dating Minghao too, but technically it’s still--”

“Jun,” you placed a hand over his mouth to stop his babbling, “I already know what a poly relationship is.”

He nodded, “Right… But I didn’t know how you felt about the family aspect. We never really spoke about it, did we?”

“No, not really. I’ve heard Faye and Wonwoo talk about their future a lot, though.”

“God, they never shut up about kids,” Jun sighed, rolling his eyes and making you laugh. “They have to have two names for every kid they have because they have to be in touch with both cultures, and…” he paused to look at you tiredly. “_____, please don’t make us give our kids a billion names.”

Your eyebrows pulled together as you chuckled at your mate, “Junhui, don’t you technically have two names? Your birth name, and your Korean name?”

Jun froze, averting his eyes from yours, “…Shut up.”

“You’re an idiot!” you giggled.

Your mate grabbed your face and immediately started attacking it with kisses, making you squeal. His hands slid down your body, all the way to your waist, before he was tickling you while his lips kept connecting with your face. Your giggles grew in volume as you squirmed beneath him and begged him to stop.

“Admit that you’re a bigger idiot!” he demanded, smiling at the wide grin on your face as you laughed between gasps of air.

“H-how am…I a bi-bigger idiot?” you managed to get out.

“You’re the idiot who’s dating me!”

“Fine!” you cried, unable to handle more tickling. His hands and fingers stopped, and you were able to relax again as he gave you an expectant look. “I’m a bigger idiot.”

College parties were never really a big thing for the pack, even though Jun did go out to them from time to time. He never really drank a lot since he was nervous it would somehow get him worked up into shifting, so he usually stuck to two to three drinks and left it at that. But then again, he didn’t go to parties often -- some of his brothers went more often than even he did.

The only reason he felt like going to this one in particular was because he had overheard you were going. He sat in the library at the same time as usual, knowing you would be there, and he heard your friend trying to convince you to go. When you finally agreed, and your friend had given you the address and scurried off, he texted his pack to let them know he was going out tonight.

“Out?” Seungcheol quizzed when he’d gotten home.

Jun nodded, “Yeah.”

Truth be told, Jun had imprinted on you around the same time Mingyu had imprinted on Bomi. But with the commotion of everything else -- such as Mingyu almost dying, and Bomi’s old partner being after her and the pack -- he decided to keep him mouth shut and keep his distance just to keep you safe. Especially now with the Jinsoo problem, he was nervous about dragging you into his life.

He still tried to impress you, though. All he wanted was for you to look at him, and he always tried to get you to do so. He was cocky and confident, and he knew if it was attracting every other girl on campus, it was definitely attracting you. So he played into his strengths and always tried to be extra flirty and smiley so you’d notice and fall for him easier when the time came.

Well, if you hadn’t already done so.

“Jun, we have a few bad people on our asses, and you want to go to some college party?” the alpha asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“Why are you acting like this isn’t a big deal?” Wonwoo asked him.

Again, he shrugged, “Why should it be? It’s not like any of them know where this place is.”

“They can track you, dumbass,” Bomi snapped. “Nobody will be there to protect you.”

Jun eyed the shorter girl, “You’re not scary when you don’t have any weapons.”

Seungcheol sighed, “Alright, I know you’re an adult and can do whatever you want, but if you go, I want you take a couple of the pack with you.”

Jun tried to avoid groaning and rolling his eyes. He was worried that having the pack around would ruin his chances trying to impress you. He considered maybe finally speaking to you at this party since he assumed nobody would be able to find him. But now, he’d have to flirt with you with his brothers watching and listening.

“Can I at least pick who goes?” Jun asked.

In the end, Jun made a mental list of who he would be more pleased about having tag along versus who he absolutely refused to invite. He wanted to ask the tall American, but he knew that meant Wonwoo would want to go, and Wonwoo was a kill joy when it came to parties. Then again, maybe she could bring out the fun side in him…

Second on his list was Hansol because the younger wolf was down for literally anything at any time. He was very laid back, and even if he brought Kira, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. The mated couple were like the same person, so both of them would be fine.

His third option was Minghao. The younger Chinese wolf was responsible, but would still know how to blend in with the party. His only concern was him feeling out of place as he sometimes did since he would still trip over his Korean words. He understood if Minghao turned him down, but he would prefer those five going with him over anybody else.

Faye agreed, which resulted in a very small argument with Wonwoo over whether or not they would go. In the end, Faye won and started to get ready, earning a few surprised yells from Wonwoo about her outfit being “too skimpy”.

“Wonwoo, my limbs are just long!” she’d whine back, stomping her feet like a child. “I’m trying my best!”

Kira and Hansol agreed without hesitation, which just left Minghao. The younger wolf was in his room when Jun went to find him to ask. It took a bit of coaxing, but he finally agreed. Jun grinned to himself, happy that he accomplished this much. Maybe it was a sign the night would turn out well.

-

The night was not going well for you. Not only had you been groped five times within the last thirty minutes of showing up, but the cocky foreign student you couldn’t stand had shown up. You were a bit surprised to see him with one of your coworkers, Faye, who worked with you at the bakery near the college campus. But as soon as they entered, the tall girl had grabbed the hand of her boyfriend and dragged him off, away from Jun.

You didn’t like Jun for quite a few reasons. He was loud, obnoxious, cocky, and all of your friends fell to their knees for him. It was embarrassing how easily they swooned over his awful traits. You could only roll your eyes at the thought.

The night only got worse, because as soon as you looked back at him to see if he had finally disappeared into the crowd, his brown eyes were on you, and he was making his way over.

Quickly, you turned on your heels and weaved through the crowd, hoping you’d get lost and make some space between you and him. You hated how quickly your heart beat when you looked at him, but you assumed it was from your immense annoyance more than anything else.

Although, he was handsome… But that was ruined with his overconfidence and self-centered attitude. You hated how he was always trying to show off to everyone and how he basked in the attention of the girls that flocked to him and swooned under his gaze.

Your disgust toward Jun was interrupted by the very man himself as you walked right into him. You didn’t know how he got in front of you so quickly because all you could focus on was the drink you’d just spilled all over yourself.

The smirk that was originally on Jun’s face fell as he realized what he had done, and how clearly upset you looked, “I’m--”

You were typically quiet, which meant standing up for yourself wasn’t a normal thing for you. So instead of letting him apologize, you pushed past him and tried to find the bathroom. You hoped your bra wasn’t showing through your shirt, but that was more than likely the case.

“Jesus Christ…” you muttered angrily to yourself as you went through the open bathroom door and turned the light on before slamming the door shut and locking it. Once you were alone, you groaned out in frustration, wanting to rip your hair out. “Fucking great!”

Little did you know that Junhui was standing outside the door, listening. He felt awful for doing that, but he didn’t know how to fix it. It’s not like he could give you his shirt -- he’d get lots of weird looks being randomly shirtless at a party -- but he knew you were incredibly upset.

‘Nice first impression, asshole,’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes before walking away.

-

“This is stupid,” Wonwoo muttered, holding Faye -- who was already swaying and slurring words together -- protectively to him. “Isn’t this teenage sleepover stuff? Is this a high school party? Did you bring us to a fucking high school party, Junhui?”

“Come on, don’t be a sourpuss!” Kira smiled, holding Hansol’s hand and swinging their intertwined hands between them.

The game was Seven Minutes, and Wonwoo clearly didn’t want to play. He didn’t necessarily have to, but he still thought the idea was stupid -- and he would definitely voice that even if it didn’t change the fact it was going to be played. Yet, he planned on watching the flustered and intoxicated people get matched up together to make fun of them.

Pieces of paper and pens were passed around. If you wanted to play, you’d write your name down, fold the paper, and put it in the small cardboard box. If you didn’t, you’d just hand the paper off to the next person. However, when it got to Hansol and Kira, the two wrote down names on the paper and handed the pen and paper off to the next people before going to put the pieces of paper in the box.

When they returned, Jun gave them incredulous looks, “You two are playing?”

“Nope,” Kira smiled innocently, taking her mate’s hand again.

Jun didn’t understand what the pair had done until names were being called.

“Seo Myungho and Choi Areum.”

Minghao’s entire face turned red, the blush even reaching his neck and ears. His small group of friends burst into fits of laughter, even Faye who somehow managed to understand what was going on. The younger couple had written down Minghao’s name and entered him in the game.

Jun’s laughter soon ceased when he heard, “Moon Junhui and _____ _____.”

Then, they were all laughing harder, and Minghao joined in, slapping Jun on the back, “If I’m suffering, you’re suffering with me.”

‘I’m suffering harder,’ he thought, afraid to admit his feelings for you to the pack.

He scanned the crowd and saw you in your damp shirt that was sticking to your body, and gulped from the glare you were giving. How could someone so quiet and shy look so terrifying?

‘Jihoon,’ his mind suddenly thought, ‘I’m in love with a girl Jihoon.’

The game worked with multiple couples at a time. Each couple was locked in an empty room for seven minutes, and Jun and Minghao were going at the same time. Minghao was shoved into a bedroom, while Jun got stuck in a closet so small that he could practically feel your damp shirt on his.

“Have fun!” somebody sang before closing the door, leaving the two of you in the dark.

You didn’t know, but Junhui could see you perfectly fine. He could see how your face was creased into a permanent frown, and how you were trying to back as far away from him as you could. But he could also hear how your heart was pounding in your chest being this close to him, so he maybe still had hope. You had to feel the pull a little bit. He could still impress you.

“So,” he began, placing a hand on the wall above you. You sensed him getting closer and leaned away from him, “what do you wanna do?”

“Leave,” you snapped.

He chuckled, “C’mon, babe, don’t--”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me,” you cut him off, shocking him. “I don’t like you, Moon Junhui. I didn’t like you before this party, and I sure as hell don’t like you just because I have to stay in here for seven minutes with you.”

Truthfully, Jun didn’t know how to react. His mate didn’t like him? But…how? Didn’t you feel the pull? Didn’t your heart flutter and your stomach do flips when you saw him? Wasn’t he impressing you?

“Wait, what?” he finally asked, dropping the act -- and his arm. “But…w-why?”

“Why?” you scoffed, your burst of confidence being fueled by the anger you still felt toward Jun for spilling your drink all over you -- and the bit of liquid courage you had in you. “You’re a cocky asshole who clearly just wants attention from as many girls as possible.”

“No, I only want your attention!” he blurted before literally slapping both hands over his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“No, I don’t mean it weird, I just--” he paused, groaning loudly because he had no idea what to say now. Was he just supposed to explain his incredibly difficult and literally unbelievable situation to you? “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Well, you’re not getting my attention,” you promised, crossing your arms over your chest before immediately removing them because they made your shirt stick to your skin.

‘A challenge,’ Jun thought to himself, ‘Interesting…’

“Alright, _____,” he smirked, gaining his confidence back. “Whatever you say.”

You hesitated before speaking, “…I don’t like that tone.”

“What tone?” he asked teasingly.

You had half a mind to slap him in the fact and kick the door down to the closet, “Don’t test me, and stay away from me for the rest of the night.”

You didn’t think he was, but Jun was a smart boy; clever was more like the right word. He knew how to get what he wanted, and you were the first thing on his list -- more like he needed you than wanted you, but he couldn’t admit that without being weird. He knew you felt the pull deep down, he just had to pull those feelings out of you.

Jun took a step forward, easily sandwiching you between him and the wall as he placed his hands on the wall behind you, blocking you in. His face came closer to yours, his warm, minty breath fanning your skin, “Or what?”

He knew your heart was beating erratically, but you were playing it off like you were perfectly fine. It was almost convincing, especially how your voice didn’t waver when you threatened, “Or I’ll break your arms.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, not because he thought your threat was funny -- although he didn’t find you intimidating at all -- but because you were so cute, “Why don’t you just break them now?”

“Oh, is that what you’re into?”

He moved even closer, his lips just barely brushing over the skin of your neck. It took every ounce of self control to not shiver under his presence but you managed. Jun was surprised at how you were able to stay so still and not give into him. It actually kind of made him…angry.

“No, I’m into quiet, pretty girls named ______,” he grinned, quietly inhaling your sweet scent that was mixed with your perfume and the strong smell of alcohol.

“You’re disgusting.”

Finally, the door was thrown open, light streaming in. Before Jun could even adjust his eyes, you shoved him back into the opposite wall and stalked out of the room, not looking back.

He stared after you, a low growl in his chest. He didn’t like the feeling of being ignored by you. Not one bit.

-

You knew he was following you. Every time you went somewhere new in the house or outside, he was there, trying to get you to talk to him, look at him, or even breathe in his general direction. Every single time, you rolled your eyes and walked away. You didn’t know how to get rid of him.

You went into the kitchen to get another drink and ran into a very drunk Faye, who was with her boyfriend and one of the guys that had come in with him. You were pretty sure his name was Minghao.

“_____!” Faye grinned when she saw you, practically falling into you when she tried to hug you. Her boyfriend pulled her away with an apologetic look. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

You shrugged, “A friend convinced me, though I haven’t seen her all night.”

‘Probably went home to get laid,’ you realized, considering her boyfriend was in town for once and was going through rut or whatever it was called.

“Hang out with us!” she insisted, slurring her words as her eyes went in and out of focus. She gestured to the two boys beside her. “This is Wonwoo, but you remember him.”

You nodded, giving the tall boy a shy wave, “Hello.”

“And that’s Minghao,” she told you, pointing to the foreign wolf.

You’d be lying if you didn’t think Minghao was cute. His dark hair fell in front of his eyes as he smiled sheepishly at you and waved with his free hand, the other holding a cup full of alcohol. It didn’t look like he’d drank any of it, though.

Your heart was going a million miles a minute looking at his smile. He even held his hand out for you to shake, his long fingers wrapping around your hand softly as he introduced himself to you properly. How was someone like this friends with someone as obnoxious as Jun?

Faye’s suddenly whining broke you from your thoughts, “Yo, where’s Hansol and Kira?”

Minghao pointed over to a couple grinding in the middle of the room with plenty of other people, a smirk on his face, “Didn’t think they were that kind of couple.”

“Ooh!” Faye turned in Wonwoo’s arms and grabbed one of his arms, tugging him away. “I wanna dance!”

“Oh god, Faye, no,” he groaned.

“Have fun, dude!” Minghao laughed, waiving at his friends as they left. Then he set his cup on the counter behind him before looking at you. “Well, you don’t look like you’re having too much fun.”

You looked down at the large stain on your shirt, “Yeah, my drink was spilled on me.”

Minghao shrugged, “Most alcohol tastes gross to me anyway. I’m more of a wine person.”

“That explains the drink you didn’t have any of,” you laughed softly.

“I have standards, _____,” he joked.

“I usually don’t mind the gross beer and vodka they have here, but after smelling like it all night, I think I’m all set.”

Minghao suddenly took off the light jacket that he had on and handed it to you, “You can change into this if you’d like to.”

Your heart warmed at the gesture -- so did your cheeks -- but you felt bad taking his clothes, “No, I couldn’t--”

“Come on, don’t worry about it,” he insisted with a sincere smile. “I still have this shirt on, I only wore the jacket for aesthetic purposes.”

You gingerly took the article of clothing in your hand, giving him a grateful nod, “Thank you. I’ll…be right back.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised before you turned to find the bathroom again.

-

It felt amazing to be out of that shirt. Your skin under your shirt still smelled like alcohol, but it was covered up when you zipped the black and silver jacket up. Then, you just smelled like Minghao, and he smelled amazing.

You exited the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, surprised to see Minghao leaning against the counter, staring at his phone. When he noticed you enter, he looked up and offered you a warm smile.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded, “Thank you again.”

“So…would you wanna dance or something?” he wondered.

You turned to look at Faye and Wonwoo, who were now grinding against each other more intensely than you thought someone like Wonwoo would, “That kind of dance?”

“Hey, if that’s what you’re into,” he shrugged with a laugh. “I just figured you should have some fun while you’re here since everything seemed to be shitty for you.”

“I am having fun,” you admitted before your brain registered what you’d just said.

Before the blushing Minghao could respond, a girl you didn’t recognize came up and tugged on his hand, “I need to borrow Minghao for a minute.”

Minghao glanced at the girl before looking back at you apologetically, “I’ll…see you around?”

You nodded, trying to smile rather than show how upset you were to see the one person who wasn’t a complete dick at the party have to leave, “Yeah, definitely!”

Almost immediately after the two had turned the corner out of the kitchen, someone had grabbed your hand and was dragging you in the opposite direction. Roughly.

“Hey!” you called out in protest before turning around and seeing the back of Junhui’s head as he dragged you away from the kitchen. “Jun, let me go!”

He turned his head slightly to talk over his shoulder, and you’d never seen someone’s face so red before. He looked pissed.

“No,” he growled.

“No?!” you repeated.

Next thing you knew, you were being flung into the closet you were locked in before, your face hitting the coats before Jun stepped in and closed the door. He did something he didn’t do the first time and pulled the light string, dimly illuminating the small space. You could see his red eyes matched his face, and he was glaring daggers at you.

You already knew what this meant, and it wasn’t good.

Your experience with wolves wasn’t much. Your friend confided in you her biggest secret: her boyfriend from a few towns over was a werewolf. You’d heard the stories she’d told you, and red eyes was definitely a bad sign.

“J-Junhui…” you choked out, pressing your back against the wall.

Jun stepped forward, putting his hands on either side of you on the wall like he had before, “What the fuck, _____?”

You didn’t even know how to reply. What could he be so angry at you for? You hadn’t done anything to piss him off, had you?

When you didn’t say anything, he kept talking, “So you won’t even look at me, but you’ll go and flirt with one of my brothers?”

“I-I wasn’t flirting!” you insisted. “I was t-talking to Faye, a-and then--”

“Cut the shit,” he snarled, making you clamp your mouth closed. “I don’t want you looking at any other guy the way you looked at Minghao, got it?”

He was suddenly pressing his body against yours, his body heat going straight through Minghao’s jacket you were wearing, “You are mine, ______.”

‘Oh,’ it suddenly clicked in your head, ‘that’s why he’s jealous.’

You couldn’t tell Jun had imprinted on you. Weren’t wolves supposed to be unable to stay away from their mates? How was he able to keep his distance from you for so long?

Your thoughts were cut short by Jun aggressively kissing your lips, a low, satisfied growl coming from his throat. His hands were at your waist, gripping you like you’d run away. But as soon as his lips were on yours, you felt that draw to him that your friend had gushed about. Your arms reached up behind Jun’s neck, and he took it as the okay to keep going.

You let out a surprised squeak against his lips as the jacket you were wearing was suddenly ripped open, the zipper effectively being broken in the process. Junhui quickly shoved the offending material off of your body and tossed it aggressively against the opposite wall.

“I don’t ever want to see you in anyone else’s clothes,” he growled against your lips. When you didn’t reply, he gripped your chin and looked into your eyes intensely. “Got it?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Good girl,” he grumbled before he brought his lips to your neck, picking a spot to suck and nip at, leaving a very dark mark there. “I want everyone to know you’re mine and only mine.”

Afraid of making him only angrier, you nodded, letting your eyes close as you let out a soft moan, “Only yours.”

Then he grumbled approvingly in his chest, so you knew you were getting back on his good side -- though you’d be lying if you said this jealous and possessive Jun wasn’t turning you on. He knew what he was doing, too, because he could smell your arousal increasing by the second.

Quickly, he undid your jeans and shoved those to the ground as his lips worked on a new spot on your exposed chest. Your hands gripped his shirt, bringing him closer to you.

Junhui lifted you with ease, pressing you against the wall and holding your thighs, gripping them tightly. Your legs instinctively went around his waist, giggling softly at how the action startled you.

He pulled away, looking at you with raised eyebrows, “Something funny?”

“Little bit,” you giggled quietly.

He suddenly snapped his hips into yours, his hard erection covered by his black jeans hitting your clothed core and making you gasp as you bit your lip. 

He smirked, “Still funny?”

Needing to feel more, you ground your hips into his needily, a whine falling from your lips that had his inner wolf grumbling, pleased that his mate wanted him so badly, “Jun…”

“Hmm?” he bit his lip, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

“Take your jeans off,” you begged, even reaching for the button yourself.

Since you were already doing the task for him, he let you, watching how quickly you tried to work to get his jeans undone. He could hardly believe that you had done a complete 180 since he got here, but he wasn’t going to question it. The mating pull had an odd way of working.

Once his jeans and boxers were down enough for his erection to spring free, you went to reach for his member, but he quickly pushed your hand away, managing to hold you against the wall perfectly fine with one hand, “No, baby.”

“But--”

“Don’t talk back to me,” he growled lowly, grinding roughly into your still clothed heat.

You let out a long moan, your head falling back against the wall, “God, please just fuck me already.”

He cocked his head to one side, licking his lips, “Are you sure you want that, darling?”

“Yes, just-- Fuck!” you groaned impatiently.

“Alright…” he sang, biting his lip as he pushed your wet panties aside.

He did exactly as you asked, pushing all the way into you as he let out a low growl of pleasure. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your eyes screwed shut, biting your lip roughly. He wouldn’t have done it if he didn’t think you were ready, but he still didn’t want to hurt you. However, his jealousy was getting the best of him, and you had asked him to do it.

“Fuck, Jun…” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. “Keep going.”

“You’re not in charge, _____,” he stated, “I am.”

“Jun,” you whined, trying to move your hips against his to get some sort of friction.

He growled, but you couldn’t tell if it was a warning or because it felt good when you moved your hips, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you said without hesitation, still weakly trying to move on his cock. “I belong to you and nobody else, I know! Just fuck me already!”

He smirked, finally thrusting in and out of you and a surprisingly quick pace to start out, “Who knew the quiet girl in the library could be so dirty for me?”

You moaned out, his name falling from your lips as he moved his hips at a pace that satisfied you greatly. He grunted as he kept his pace steady, telling you how good you felt around him while his fingers found your clit, and kept reminding you that you were his and only his. Every word that came from his low, menacing voice pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm until your nails were dragging down his back, and his fangs were starting to elongate.

The knot in your stomach tightened as you were about to reach your high, but Jun snapped his hips into you roughly before pausing and looking at you sternly, “Don’t cum yet.”

“Jun, I can’t,” you complained breathlessly, your body already covered in a sheen of sweat. “Please…”

“No,” he barked, continuing to move his hips until he was brought to his own high. He wanted to do this with you, “not until I say so.”

But his movements were too skilled, and you came anyway with a loud moan of his name, and your legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck…” he grumbled, looking at how beautiful you looked when you came. “I hope you have another in you, baby, because I’m not done yet.”

Tears were already threatening to fill your eyes from the overstimulation, and your abdomen and thighs twitched as he continued to relentlessly pound into you, “J-Junhui…”

You knew you could tell him to stop and he would. It was in his instincts to not hurt you, but you didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good, you didn’t even want any of it to end.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he grunted, “tell me who you belong to.”

Junhui pressed his body closer to yours to keep you up against the wall as he rubbed quick circles into your clit, looking right in your eyes as you mewled and whimpered, your hands grasping desperately at his hair and tugging.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, _____,” he grumbled, a moan following his words. Just the simple statement mixed with his ministrations had your walls clenching for a second time. “Are you going to cum for me again like a good girl?”

You nodded weakly, your eyes closing tightly.

Jun pressed his forehead against yours, “Look at me and use your words.”

You opened your eyes to see blood red staring back at you intently, “Y-yes Jun.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, snapping his hips at a less rhythmic pace as he started to approach his own orgasm. He let out a moan that sounded so soft and beautiful that you weren’t even sure it came from the intimidating wolf in front of you. “Cum for me, _____.”

This time, you cried out, whimpering his name as he forced you to keep eye contact with him. Your eyebrows scrunched together, fighting to keep your eyes open as your nails left red trails down his back. He snarled at the pain but it fueled him to thrust the last few times until he finally came in you with a moan that softened his features and made him look more like the Jun you knew. 

The two of you stayed in place for a while until his eyes melted back to gold. Then he was smiling like an idiot and pulling out of you, setting you down carefully but keeping an arm around you until he was sure you were okay to stand on your own.

“Sorry…” he chuckled awkwardly. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You pushed your hair out of your face and looked up at him, shaking your head. “No. A bit at first, but I got over the shock.”

Jun seemed taken aback by your reply, “Already?”

You shrugged, “A friend of mine has a boyfriend who’s like you.”

“Ah…” he nodded, turning that over in his brain. “So…you know what that was all about?”

“Yeah. You were good at not showing it.”

“Apparently too good. I didn’t mean to make you hate me; I thought I was impressing you.”

“You impressed me by proving me wrong every time I thought you couldn’t be more of a dickhead,” you joked lightly.

He chuckled, handing his shirt over to you and taking Minghao’s for himself, “Yeah, I probably deserve that.”

“So…” you paused to pull Jun’s shirt over your head, “what now?”

“Well, if you accept me as your mate, then we just kinda…carry on with this,” he gestured between the two of you, unsure how to properly explain it. “Unless you still hate me.”

“I like this Junhui,” you told him, gesturing to him as he shyly pulled his boxers and jeans back up. “The sincere Junhui who’s having awkward post-sex conversations and speaking from his heart.”

“Noted,” he nodded with a shy smile and a little laugh, handing you your jeans from off the floor. “It’s a good thing I’m never usually that cocky at home, then.”

“You were acting cocky for me?” you smirked.

He scoffed in return, “No. I was just being extra about it for you.”

When you had your clothes on, and Jun had fixed the hairs of yours that were misplaced, he turned off the closet light and opened the door, leading you into the almost empty hallway.

Almost; as in Hansol, Kira, and Wonwoo -- with a passed out Faye on his back -- were staring at the two of you with matching smirks.

The two of you stared back, not knowing what to do.

Wonwoo opened his mouth.

“Shut up,” Jun told him immediately.

Wonwoo closed his mouth.

-

Jun was looking around his bedroom when you’d gotten home with Faye from work. It had only been two days since you accepted Junhui as your mate, but you spent all of your free time thus far with him.

“Looking for something?” you wondered from the open doorway.

“Soonyoung has been too quiet for too long!” he shouted, making sure his brother could hear him. “I know he did something, and I’m gonna find out what it is!”

“He’s downstairs with Rini’s brother,” you chuckled, walking into his room with flour on your cheeks and in your hair from the bakery. “What could Soonyoung have done to you anyway?”

“Too much, _____,” he pouted, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, “he’s done far too much.”

“I’ll protect you,” you giggled, patting his back soothingly.

“If he ever pranks you, I’ll murder him.”

“You can’t murder him, Kaito would never stop crying, and then everyone would hate you. I can’t protect you from an entire pack of wolves and their upset mates.”

“My pranks would never be aimed toward _____,” Soonyoung said as he passed by the room to go to his own, Rini following him as he carried Kaito in his arms. “I’m not setting her stuff on fire.”

“What?” you asked.

“Again?” Jun groaned.

“Excuse me!” Seokmin’s voice could be heard from down the hall. “Why are Jun’s sheets on fire in my room?”

“Kwon Soonyoung!” Jun growled.

“I’m holding a child, you can’t hurt me!” the blond wolf giggled before racing off down the hall with Kaito happily squealing in his arms.

“Sorry!” Rini called before following after her mate.

“Sheets on fire?” you asked, looking to Jun for answers.