#wolf!bangtan

meaningful days \ taehyung

note: we’re so lucky to have you. ✨ wolf!bangtan seokjin | yoongi | hoseok | namjoon | jimin | taehyung | 2 | jungkook

Happy Birthday, Kim Taehyung! ✨(Dec 30)

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Summary: Kim Namjoon. Class best. Current second leader of the Bangtan gang. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1k Note: I started a new series. i’m so excited for this. ✨ college!au, supernatural!au

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Kim Namjoon. Class best. Current second leader of the Bangtan gang. Caretaker of your grandmother in her fragile years. It is obvious he’s a werewolf. To you, there’s no doubt about it as the Bangtan gang flaunts the facts like a banner. Even his appearance, strong body, attuned mind. To you, it’s obvious, always has been since the day someone mentioned it as a joke.

However, to this day Namjoon has never responded to either side, the school’s gossipy crowd or the boisterous cackling clique of boys following his every move with utter reverence. He’s never confirmed or denied the categorization as “werewolf”, giving every individual the option of coming to their own conclusion. (Of realizing how ridiculous the tag sounds.)

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Summary: Jungkook is something else entirely, an open secret but a mystery nonetheless. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1k Note: Um. He’s so cute. shoutout to @xmagicxshopx. you’re super cute too. There’s one particular scene (wolf behavior) that I hope isn’t too weird.

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Jungkook is something else entirely, an open secret but a mystery nonetheless. He’s originally been the transfer student, the special, chosen, anointed one, as it goes for transfer students. To you, he’s your partner in Social Studies, both of you sitting in the last row with sleepy gazes. Victims of the system that preys on the shy and bows to the talkative. His big brown eyes tell you Jungkook has no idea what the teacher is talking about. You save him by lending him the course book plus your notes. (Which you actually haven’t gotten back since then, now that you think about it.)

Later, in PE, he kindly partners with you, not offering words but physical prowess. For the first time, you win the volleyball session’s training matches. It feels good to share the friendly fist bump with him. The quiet grin on his face tells you he’s having fun too. And while that’s all pretty normal stuff, shy Jungkook is owned by the Bangtan gang the next day. Jimin and Seokjin hang all over Jungkook, reading every wish off his wordless lips, drawing countless bunny smiles onto them. He looks good among these hyungs, that’s where you unite with the general opinion, but he’d still look better with you in the last row during class, dozing off and passing comments about the teacher’s funny gestures and off word choices. However, he still sits next to you during lunch and that’s good enough for you. He’s a silent rock in the foaming sea, a soft minute of breath during a session of track.

As soon as Bangtan has his fingers on the boy, you watch him make a developmental jump of years in a few months. Before you know it, Jungkook talks almost as much as Taehyung, although only to his hyungs. It’s visible that it’s the gang’s influence that opens him up, prepares him for the world. As he grows, you watch him learn to keep his head up with boldness, with confidence. His eyes strike a chord within you. You hold the two images of him against your inner eye constantly, paying spot the differences continuously as the shy boy grows into a more mature version of himself. And to see that awakens an old ache inside of you, somehow. The ache to find a family, a tribe. Someone to guard and share every part of you. To be home.

Having this distant-close relationship of slow gazes and timid smiles reminds you of time. Reminds you of how time passes. Of how time sometimes plays in your favor and sometimes doesn’t. It’s on a sunny day in spring that you find Jungkook taking the spot beside you on the lush grass of the school’s park.

“Hey,” he says, a little shy but obviously with fresh courage. This moment is special somehow because the gang is not around and Jungkook is talking to you.

“Where are your buddies?” you say because you don’t want to seem disappointed by how they’d taken the raven-haired transfer away from you. He just nods in the direction of the basketball courts and the gym.

“So why are you here?” “Cause it’s quiet here.” And that’s good. Quiet is something you appreciate as well, inside and outside of rooms. It’s why you’re personally grateful to whoever built the library, the bookstore cafe, and this park. So you just revel in the gentle breeze that pushes the sun’s heat away when it becomes too much to bear comfortably. You revel in the fact that you’ve got a free period and that you’ve finished all your assignments yesterday. You revel in the fact that Jungkook spends time next to you although he doesn’t have to, and that he’s so easy to be around that he doesn’t make the silence awkward.

Your time together feels good, to your body, to your soul and your spirit. Maybe it’s the happy chatter of the hyungs or maybe it’s the strange chill creeping up your body that has you open your eyes in uncertainty. You must’ve fallen asleep because the sun is almost gone by now. With shock in your heart, you turn around. You’re not sure what you’re seeing but the only way to explain it is pack behavior. Everyone is there. The whole Bangtan gang is there, chattering in a chill way on picnic blankets, surrounded by food and even a warm chain of lights. You see Jimin and Yoongi, Seokjin and Hoseok, even Taehyung. They haven’t noticed you’ve woken up, or maybe they have and just don’t care, but there’s still enough food for you and someone has put a soft blanket over your sleeping body.

When there’s a soft sigh coming from your other side, you turn back around to find you’d completely overlooked Namjoon and Jungkook. The position they’re in is the weirdest thing you’ve ever seen, and never read of, but somehow, it feels like comfort. Jungkook is leaning against Namjoon’s chest, looking all blissed out while he’s got the elder nibbling on his bare neck. For a second, it looks like Namjoon is biting him. As if that’s not strange enough already, Jungkook sighs, even making a purring noise you’ve never heard come out of but it’s such a soft-looking action and then, Namjoon is gently licking the spot, so it might just be wolf behavior. You’re not sure if that’s intimate or if you should blush or turn away so you just stay still. What you know is that Namjoon looks mighty purposeful while he’s doing it and Jungkook seems to like it.

After Namjoon is done, Jungkook happily jumps back to the others. Before you can think anything, Namjoon’s hand meets your shoulder.

“You’re awake, yeah? Have some food.” It’s a peaceful evening, as you sit with the Bangtan gang, sharing their outstanding food and listening to the conversations. A couple of times, Jungkook sends you a sweet smile and even asks whether you need anything.

The feeling of home returns when you stand with the wolves. They watch you and you watch them. There’s one big wolf who you think must be Seokjin, matching his height. However, the timbre of his voice inside your head turns everything around. Jungkook. He might be the youngest, but his wolf is a declaration, a promise about his future. It’s a strong wolf that still has to learn what it is capable of. As if he himself hasn’t grasped the concept of his appearance yet, another wolf nudges him forward, into your side. Slowly, he makes his way over to your hands, to your gentle welcome back. Inside the strong wolf is Jungkook, honey-voiced and sincere, a respected Alpha in the making.

“I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for taking care of me that first day and ever since, noona.”

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Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

Summary: You know Min Yoongi is a werewolf. He has to be. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that's what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1,7k  Note: Yoongi. I love writing Yoongi. Makes me feel focused and introspective. This one has such a long "wolf part". idk why, Yoongi is special somehow. ✨

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You know Min Yoongi is a werewolf. He has to be. If he isn’t, this entire concept you’ve created about your school’s society (or more precisely, the Bangtan gang) is for the trashcan. Oh, and the faith in your own ability to judge. It’s not that there’s evidence stacking up against the quiet senior student, not officially at least, because not one teacher complains about him. Actually, it’s quite the opposite. They favor him. Maybe that’s due to the fact that Min Yoongi doesn’t disrupt the class with incessant and unnecessary chatter. To be honest, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Min Yoongi “chat” in a vivid manner. Of course, in the presence of Jimin, but Jimin is an exception, with that magical ability (and laugh) to coax words out of people, but that’s always inside the safe confines of the Bangtan gang.

GBut even if you’re not sure about Kim Namjoon or the other boys within the gang, you’re sure about Min Yoongi. Living in the same neighborhood as you, just a few streets over, there’s been incidents you’ve heard of. Incidents as ominous as the word incident itself. As a child, there have been numerous times you’ve witnessed a growl, a baring of teeth, long canine teeth at that. Back then, it hadn’t mattered, you were a child with enough fantasy to spin some wild story out of this, but looking back you realize things for what they really were. Teenage years had brought new issues not only to you but also to him, as it seemed. People rumored about massacred bunnies and chickens, whispered about a hunter’s mysterious experiences one night in the local woods. Those weren't stories you would tie to the pale, stay-inside type of boy back then. Now, you’ve seen him run (even though it doesn't happen often, and if it does, he's probably going after a cheeky Taehyung), you've even seen him almost break a particularly nasty kid from his grade in half - hadn’t Jimin and Hoseok been there to stop him.

Even in school, the lazy attitude of Min Yoongi just hides the reality of a wolf shimmering underneath that milky skin. Or maybe it’s exactly the laziness that lets the wolf attributes show through. You’re not sure. You’re not even sure if others see it too. However, you spot the animal behind those eyes. In a blink, it tells a story about a burning rage that almost eats the boy up from the inside. In another, it shows you how gratefulness spreads through him as the younger gang members plus Seokjin gather around Yoongi (and as Jimin brazenly plops into his lap with a giggle). And whatever the rest of the school rumors and believes, you know the truth. You've seen the facts. (Additionally, you have witnessed an ab slip and there’s no one on this earth who can tell you 

But despite knowing this truth, your relationship with him happens from a distance. It’s quite different than with Jimin or Taehyung, or even Jungkook. From a distance you observe and from a distance, you draw conclusions. And while your friends babble about this or that, you take notice of how on some days, Yoongi’s head turns towards every sound, just very very slightly, but visibly if you pay a lot of attention. And then he groans, which in turn attracts Jimin’s attention, who puts his small gentle hands on the elder’s face and ears. Obviously, there’s some complaining involved when Yoongi grumbles, but it’s clear that the wolf is irritated by the hectic bustling of the students, by the enormity of the sound landscape inside the cafeteria. To prove your assumption that he must be a werewolf, Yoongi does bare his teeth a little but then his eyes rise, meeting yours and you quickly look away, heart pounding. Your friends don’t notice. You hope Yoongi doesn’t know what you’re doing.

Even though the Bangtan gang is rarely ever doing anything gang-like, you see how Min Yoongi could be genuinely scary. Not to you, not scary at least, because you’ve walked past (and stopped) the young man sitting in front of a white piano in the music rooms during breaks. His hands know chords that make you cry. But out of all the Bangtan boys, the rumors about gang fights and violence kind of fit best with his cool outward attitude. He’s a fighter, no doubt, always ready to defend the young ones under his wings. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook seem to know it well, and still, annoying the elder is one of the first things that comes to their minds. Considering he wouldn’t mess up a hair on their heads - because he hasn’t - you figure that behind that scowling mask, there must be a sweet person.

There’s only one time you think he might come for you and your stupid nosiness and that’s when you’re standing by the school’s vending machine, watching him under the pretense of waiting for a friend. Since the morning bell, Yoongi has acted strange, not that anyone around you has really noticed. Yoongi has been hanging out with Namjoon instead of Hoseok and gripping Jimin’s hand tightly with a newfound record-worthy clinginess. At one point, Jimin shrieks and pulls away with shock in his eyes. There’s a drop of blood running over his hand that’s visible for a second before they cover it up. Still, you see it. It’s highly suspicious and worth a note in your Bangtan-related research.

Before you can even build theories and collect your previous assumptions to come up with a good explanation, Yoongi is gone. It’s a blink but Yoongi’s gone. And Namjoon and Jimin look more than worried. When your friend grabs her drink and talks to someone next to you, you can’t focus. So, when they leave, you stay. To wait and see what will happen next. What Namjoon and Jimin will do. And boy, does something happen next. It takes a breath to be pressed into the wall behind you, another to realize this is Yoongi with his forehead against yours. It’s all so sudden, such a pee-in-your-pants-moment that you can’t help but gasp, but let your heart pound and pound. Yoongi’s hands just grab your shoulders, and then there’s something he mumbles before leaving. You don’t understand it at first, but it comes back to you in a dream.

“The moon, pup. Next moon.”

It doesn’t make sense at all, just like this encounter that essentially has you be scared more in retrospective than it did in the present. Whatever issue Yoongi had that day, you hope he got it figured out. When you ask Jimin in a note, he draws a valerian flower and says, “Don’t worry about hyung. I hope he didn’t scare you. He's really embarrassed too.”

After that, your eyes meet Yoongi’s a couple of times in hallways and through the fence at the basketball court, but there’s never an indication that he wants to talk to you. He’s occupied with the younger ones and you’re occupied studying them.

As a wolf, Yoongi approaches you directly. He comes after Taehyung leaves and doesn’t waste a second before his snout travels over different parts of your body. Maybe it’s about safety, maybe it’s curiosity, but Yoongi is thorough. When he is done, there’s a second of eye contact, a nod from him, a lick at Namjoon’s muzzle, a lick at your mouth (a promise of protection), and then Yoongi leaves.

His presence is nice, a presence of safety and a thrumming of saved up strength. You learn later that he’s the packs’ primary speed dial contact.

When the pack welcomes you in their midst as the Alpha’s companion, it’s Yoongi who guides you through the process side by side with Jimin. It’s Yoongi who stays by yours as the younger wolves play in the dark. It’s Yoongi who licks Jimin clean after the younger one returns and presses him delicate body into the elders’. It’s Yoongi who ushers the other wolves together, who is granted the first howl to announce the Alpha.

The second Yoongi’s jaws close around your wrist for the pack bite, a blurriness creeps into your vision. The white wolf’s mouth is hot around your arm but all you can focus on are the movements in front of your eyes. You make the mistake of looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. His intense gaze draws you in completely. It’s like looking into a laundry machine through the glass door. As everything gains momentum, colors, textures, even fabrics melt into each other.

The same kind of storm rages in Yoongi’s eyes. It spits out films worth of images that seem to be memories from Yoongi’s point of view - a heaving scene with puffs of winter breath in front of your eyes, a dead deer bleeding away under your nose, the warm and iron-y smell of blood dancing around you while the animal’s heart slows audibly, then trees that pass, nights of warmth, nights of icy cold darkness, finally other wolves, a pack, a boy - Jungkook - who goes through the first shift with tears of unimaginable pain, a young wolf who runs in freedom for the first time, who pants against Jimin’s flank later. It’s all there, you see it all through Yoongi’s eyes, how the family grows, how he secures the borders.

And then you realize. Yoongi is a beta. The Pack’s protector, the first-rank warrior.

And with the fall of a shooting star, there’s a rising of new wonder inside of you. It comes with the realization that Yoongi was born this way, alone for such a long time, alone with that burning rage you’d seen a couple times. Uncontrollable it had been, but with a pack of seven, the intensity of that loneliness and pain divides into seven parts, leaving behind a tiny burden to carry.

When you finally look up from where you had fallen to your knees as Yoongi's visions overwhelmed you, you find his soft gaze. He's a precious friend, loyal to the end, worthy of keeping. His cheek feels warm next to yours, his tongue like a welcoming kiss on your neck. “I’m looking forward to teaching you everything, pup,” he says.

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Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Summary: You've met Kim Taehyung. Everyone has. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that's what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1k Note: Make sure you read Namjoon's chapter first. Basically, there's no first or last chapter with this little series, but Namjoon's chapter kinda creates a basis. (idk, it just makes sense to me.) dedicated to my precious baby @dope-boss who ended up with Tae as her bias because she couldn't choose and asked me to do it for her ✨

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You’ve met Kim Taehyung. Everyone has. Either in the cafeteria, in class or in the green park that this school flaunts as its biggest attraction. Although everyone knows that’s a position already occupied by the slim, cheeky Taehyung. He’s part of the Bangtan gang for sure, always linking arms with Jimin and pushing his nose into Jungkook’s hair - a friendly gesture the shy younger one tolerates.

However, his closeness with them doesn’t deter him from meeting every student in his grade individually, taking at least one break to pass the time and the gap from I know you by sight to We’re acquaintances and I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you. You’re not sure how he does it, but he is a true social butterfly, denying no one the smooth tone of his voice or the bright bubbling of his laughter.

But the fact that astounds you to no end is that he actually remembers almost everything. He may be chained to low grades in Mathematics and Chemistry class, but all social information just sticks on him like he’s honey. And the fact that he’s talking to literally everyone lends him vast knowledge.

The first time he came to sit with you, he’d initiated small talk that transitioned to weightier topics faster than you could think. Unlike with others, Taehyung’s listening gaze and body posture had been soft as you willingly listed the reasons for your current unhappiness. He had attentively listened and even given helpful advice that had embedded itself in your chest ever since. The next day, you had found a sweet note on your desk together with a small care package, all of it decorated with Jimin’s neat handwriting and Taehyung’s thoughts.

“I hope you know that you are precious,” it whispers in beautiful calligraphy. “May your trials end in full bloom.” It’s only then that you realize that Taehyung had never asked you to reveal your burdens to him. He hadn’t prodded or poked, his presence had merely made you so comfortable that you had dropped everything on him without even asking. The thoughtful care package had almost made you feel guilty then. Talking to your friends that day, making them revisit their own memories about their first encounter with Taehyung, you all realized something shocking. All of them had been in a similar situation with him.

Something about Taehyung seems to make people entrust him with their secrets. Maybe it’s the big brown eyes that spell home. With rosé cheeks, you think that you don’t actually mind Taehyung knowing so much about you. There’s not a single time anyone had ever seen or heard him gossiping. Behind his back, people admire his purity and his innocence. No, you trust Taehyung for some strange reason.

Returning to the second time you met the skinny energetic boy, which had been almost two months after the first time, your brain pointed out that talking to him increased a sense of comfort in you. It gave you a feeling of completeness. He casually picked up where he left off the last time, asking about your family, your hobbies. Being the active listener he is, you end up with tears of being touched and not an inch of knowledge about him (just tidbits, even though he answers each of your questions truthfully).

However, he appears in the school play during the summer drama, wrapped in a Greek chiton, letting a naked shoulder excite the girls in the grade beneath and the row before you. They giggle. Obviously, they are enamored. It doesn’t really make sense to you until another actor puts a golden laurel on Taehyung’s head.

Under the stage lights, his black eyes turn into blue crystals, his eyes connect to yours. It’s a second maybe but it’s a weighty, long second at the same time. Like his mind connects to yours for this moment in the universe, you know that he is indeed looking at you, not the crowd all around. As if it’s your soul he’s picking out consciously from all the people here. You shiver albeit feeling heated. Taehyung nods, either because he accomplished or accepted something or even just because his drama role requires him to, but you sense that nod in your heart. When he goes back to the next scene, you drown in the thudding of your soul. Something’s happened. You just don’t know what it is.

After that, it’s almost like you can smell Taehyung. Every time he’s around, no matter if near or far, your mind just knows. He doesn’t talk to you much apart from friendly conversations about presentations and projects, but the strange feeling seems to be mutual, albeit a little secretive.

What you can count on are Taehyung’s gentle, kind eyes on your bad days. On the days that suck, your focus is easily drawn to the glorious lighthearted banter that the boy shares with his friends. It makes you want to join in, tempted by this mysterious feeling of closeness, but then you remember that you’re not part of the Bangtan gang, so you stay away. The strange connection to him is comforting even if you have no idea what it is exactly that holds the two of you together so tightly.

Finally, when you step up to the platform next to Namjoon, you understand. Taehyung greets you first out of all the pack. The fur of his cheeks is at least as smooth as his voice as he caresses your hands.

“Take your place in the pack,” he advises, “we’ve all been waiting for you.”

He’s the Wise Wolf, the secret-keeper, the wolf of knowledge to advise the Alpha. The old soul in a young body, drawn to what’s good and pleasant. With a deep breath, you feel the impact he has on the pack. It’s become peaceful, more balanced with his presence, able to read the crowds around them. If he says that there are no potential threats, everyone relaxes. Maybe that is why the wolves are so calm with you around. On second thought, maybe they just like you. His brown eyes twinkle along with the stars before he sets off to play with Hoseok.

“Welcome home, soul-friend.”

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Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Summary: Jung Hoseok.  [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +2.7k Note:  Hoseok is such a hidden character in Bangtan, such a background force and I tried to kind of reflect on his role and development a little. Hope you like it. If you're new to this series, please read Namjoon's chapter first. ✨ Note 2: Completely different from the others. Sorry for that. I'm just glad I could finish the story. Also, no idea how this became the longest part in this story. Ugh. It was so much work to write this. I'm not comletely happy with the result, but I really wanted to post, so. ✨

college!au, supernatural!au

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One thing you notice right after realizing that Jung Hoseok is part of the Bangtan gang, is how the boys (unconsciously?) swarm around the dance instructor, like he’s the honey and they are the bees.

For a whole while, you hadn’t even guessed that he was a student - your school doesn’t let students lead classes of any kind, but somehow, he had managed to become a dance instructor (on payroll!) while being a student sharing the same air with Kim Namjoon in Literature class. Before, you’ve only ever seen him hang out with other dancers, with some other young teachers and the girl you had assumed to be his girlfriend - Yoonji - who, upon further examination, turns out to be Min Yoongi’s stunningly sassy and fierce but caring sister that you have never met before for some reason. There’s something special about the day that you see Jung Hoseok walk around with the Bangtan gang for the first time, looking a little like he is not entirely sure what to expect from them or what to do in general, even how to move. For whatever reason they picked him (and they did pick him because he definitely was not part of their clique in the beginning of the year), they must have not given him precise instruction on behavior rules, so that the adaptation of their habits is still difficult for him. You almost feel guilty watching him and not offering a kind word to cheer Hoseok up. But then again, he walks with Min Yoongi a lot and the way you see it, that’s a clear wall to outsiders that you don’t want to run into. Also, you’re still embarrassed that you only now realized the pale boy had a twin sister although their faces are so obviously carved the exact same way. Yeah, no.

In your eyes, there’s no way Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi fit together, being so different about the way they move their bodies or appear vibe-wise or talk, but apparently, the two guys don’t mind the differences. At least, Jung Hoseok doesn’t switch up his partner - assuming he can in Bangtan’s buddy system. He just keeps walking next to the older and smaller student. (Also, Min Yoongi fits together perfectly with Park Jimin, and that had not been a relationship you had seen coming, so there you go.)

It’s strange how the two walk across campus and in that way, you agree with the girls in your class that have been giving heart eyes to a clueless Hoseok since the beginning. The boys always keep moving, never sitting down or joining friend groups playing games, and they do not even cover the center of the campus, only sticking to the edges, especially the parts that border with the nearby woods. You watch them doing their not-so-small tour every day at least once, like it’s a ritual. Like this is their territory. However, it seems like no one shares your suspicions about the boys being more than just students. It’s so obvious that they are patrolling the area. To you.

From the way you observe the whole thing, Jungkook and Seokjin aren’t the only ones changing personality-wise upon entering the gang. There must be something specific happening at the initiation or whatever it is that the gang does because as if the wind had shifted, slowly but surely, you become witness to a stunning transformation. More and more times, Hoseok clings to Jungkook, hugging him. Both of them had not been touchy people before. More and more often, you see Jimin bathing in Hoseok’s smile and laughter, and Taehyung being fed snacks by the elder. Only towards the hyungs, the sunny personality peeking through from behind the old clouds doesn’t really show that much yet, although Hoseok takes to joking with them too.

But in the end, it seems like you aren’t actually that well-informed because while you try to see all these things about the boys, there’s only so much ground to run on and at one point, at the end of your observations, it stops. No matter how much time you invest trying to connect the dots and patterns and assumptions, it’s difficult to tell what is going on whenever Hoseok and Yoongi burst into a room and whenever Namjoon makes very long, very intense eye contact with Hoseok. You’re surely missing a ton and while you are burning to know more, you cannot force to talk to them. The mere thought of joining Hoseok’s dance class makes you sweat, so for a while, your curiosity burns without a chance of being satisfied.

It turns out you don’t have to talk to them nor join the dance class. There are just two incidents but both of them have a common denominator and enough interaction to finally find out who the person behind the name Jung Hoseok really is.

The first time you see him looking at you with the intent of looking at you specifically is in a scrubby, broken down bathroom in the far end of your school. It’s not your fault that you’re there, being just a good (the only non-drunk, aka responsible) friend who has offered to accompany one of the girls from your group of friends. Your head still buzzes a little from the noise of the past hour of being confined to one of the plastic seats aka the seat in one of the best soccer matches in your school’s history when suddenly, a rough shove makes the door behind you smash into a wall, unkindly butchering the tiles.

Before you know it, the guy, obviously your friend’s ex (who you remember playing on the losing team), is trying to rip open the toilet stall your friend is in. The door withstands for a while but you know it’s not going to be long until he gets in. When you try to confront the guy, hoping to find a way to calm him down, it results in not only a slap in your face that makes your lip feel like a balloon but also in a dark bruise on your back as you lose your footing and stumble into the lumpy hand dryer.

Of course, you cry and of course, you call for help because no matter what has gotten into the guy, your weak defense is useless. You are just examining the four strange ripping patterns (claw marks!?)  in your shirt in the place the guy had shoved you when suddenly, there’s an arm pulling you out of the room. When the cold air from outside offers to refresh your mind, you see the new stranger rushing into the bathroom - you don’t see much with your recovering vision but when the new guy violently pushes the ex into the sink, making something crack, you know this will be over in a few seconds. Over the deep, tension-laden growling that honestly creeps you out, you can’t make out words or even distinguish voices but you manage to sit on your knees and peek at the semi-cracked mirror.

“… not even your territory. Just wait until Namjoon hears about this,” you finally hear the newcomer spit but that completely slips your attention because in the glass, a pair of glowing blue eyes blazes in the weak light, accentuated by a couple of sharp fangs against the guy’s lips. Hoseok, you realize, that’s him, looking like murder personified. You’re not sure if you should feel comforted or terrified by that knowledge. In the back of your mind, you think of what could happen if Yoongi came too. The pathetic ex gurgles something pitiful against the hand on his throat and there’s some sort of response from Hosoek, or maybe not, you’re not sure, because you’re already on the way to comfort your sobbing friend.

When she’s taken away and you remain alone in that stall, you feel like sleeping right there. The people who are helping will probably forget about you, and you don’t really have any more resources, so sleeping here might not be so bad. It’s summer, after all, and you won’t be cold. Contrary to your expectations, you can hear steps a couple of moments after you have closed your eyes. A warm hand finds your shoulder and together with another hand in the back of your knees, lifts you up completely.

“Aigoo, so brave,” the soft voice above you mumbles with a hint of admiration. The only thing you can feel is the way you’re being gently placed in someone’s car, under a blanket.

As nice as it was being cared for in a time of need, you’re sure that Hoseok won’t even so much as think about you once you’re back in school. In fact, considering how the Bangtan gang works, you could even imagine him ignoring you completely after this. However, Hosoek surprises you, not acting at all like the encounter never happened. At first, you receive a morning check-up in the form of a couple kind questions about your physical state along with concern about your early return to class. Then, later, there’s an invitation to sit with the guys which you struggle to accept. Hoseok seems really friendly and approachable with that wide smile of his but to you, it’s like there’s a mask that appears every time you look at him, projecting a pair of glowing blue eyes and long fangs onto his face, which still frightens you a little. It’s not something you should have seen, probably. You didn’t even know stuff like that existed.

However, your secret plans to stay away from the older boy are thwarted by the next outpour of the heavens and that annoying yellow notification at your bus station. The bus is your only way to get home and with the notification about your bus line being on pause for the rest of the week, you have no option but to walk. So you do. You walk the whole way across campus angrily, considering getting out of your shows with the way the water sloshes back and brother after stepping into a deep puddle. At first, you don’t hear Jungkook calling your name or actually running towards you to get your attention. He pulls you into a room and then through a hallway to get into a dance studio and then, it’s your first time being there. “Another refugee?”

You hear a familiar voice saying this and as you turn, teeth clacking from the cold that’s nesting in your body, there’s Hoseok, smiling wildly. With this look, you’re sure he remembers you.

“Hi,” he says, “you can heat up next to Tae. I’ll drive you home later.”

You quickly offer your gratitude for the generous offer, hoping not to come off as rude or ungrateful just because you’re not sure what to say now that you’re standing right in front of him. With your eyes, you seek Jungkook’s face for a little help but to your dismay, he stays quiet, not acting on that friendship the two of you have. Maybe he doesn’t even realize you feel insecure here, with so many of the gang members present. You’re not sure what is going to happen, if they are waiting for someone or finally tell you to mind your own business but Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin are in sweatpants and look sweaty. You hope that this is not a spontaneous meeting to intimidate you.

Despite your insecurity and the weight of your questions, you decide to take thing one at a time. Taehyung and Jimin sit next to a heater and when you sink down next to them, they react with a sweet welcome on their lips. Taehyung takes your shoes and puts them where they will dry and Jimin grabs a towel for you before joining Jungkook and Hoseok before the mirror. Before you can ask what the look on his face means, music starts and their bodies begin to move.

It’s not like you’ve never seen anyone dance before but with these boys, it’s different. They move but to you, it feels like the whole room is moving with them. It’s like their dancing is an invitation for the world to just press pause and find a new axis. To just watch and enjoy. There must be a little magic involved right there because when Hoseok’s eyes meet yours through the mirror, you feel some sort of fire in your chest. It’s not painful, it’s more like the pulsating ache of an electric charge that’s hit you, an electric charge that makes your chest heave along with the dancers’.

The same fire what greets you from afar and pulls you closer when you finally find Hoseok’s eyes across the dew-covered meadow that spreads out between the rows of trees and the earthen rows on the cold fields that create the landscape. It takes you a little while to see him, especially when the other wolves capture your attention so effortlessly, but then there he is; checking the edges of this place, keeping an eye out for danger. When you see his muscular body, the attentive gaze, the powerful strut, something clicks into place for you.

It makes sense that he was running around with Yoongi all the time and even that it had been him who came to help you when you needed it - another protector, another warrior. It’s a good thing to have two in the pack is what you realize even if your knowledge about pack dynamics is just so minuscule. But you get it now, that both do the same job but that the doubling gives Yoongi and Hoseok the freedom to take turns in taking care of the pack and focusing on themselves. It’s healthy. No one needs to be in the foreground all the time, standing by Namjoon’s side, going forward with him. No one has to stay in the background, being tied to the protecting role.

When Hoseok stands before you, opening his soul to speak, you are faster. There’s one thing that has really bothered you and you don’t want it to come between you and him ever, especially now that the mark on your arm testifies that you’re pack. “Why are your eyes blue?”

“It means that I have made a couple of mistakes in my past. I… I was an Alpha before,” he confesses and you feel the heavy revelation that comes with these honest words. An Alpha. And now he’s a Beta. It must be a sensitive topic. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“It’s okay,” he says, carefully pressing into your side, “everyone here knows, and you should too. The blue color means that I have been stripped of my high position. Before Bangtan took me in, I was an outcast. And that’s what the blue is about - a warning to others.” “That’s really sad,” you say.

“It’s not that sad because, to me, blue means hope. I want people to look at me and realize that one story like that is not your whole story. Look at me now and tell me there’s no hope. You know that’s not true at all.”

You can barely contain the wow that’s spreading through your body and soul. When he stands before you like this, with his soul so bare, you feel the same thing you’d felt in that moment he’d burst through that bathroom door - hope. A hope that is so generous to even cover your life. A hope that you will fit in, a hope that family doesn’t have to look a certain way to be perfect, hope that you are seen and being cared for even if you aren’t aware of it all the time.

“Thank you for back then,” you manage to stammer as the relief hits you with a mighty force, actually pushing you to your knees. I am not alone.

You know a thing or two about dogs, about how going low can trigger instincts in them that might not be pleasant to you, but Hoseok is gentle in the way he follows you down, laying on his belly and nudging your hands.

“Sweet little thing,” he whispers, “you are so brave. Don’t worry. You’re home now.”

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Summary: Kim Seokjin. It’s him who introduces you to the world that is this school. The first year with him passes quickly. [a drabble in which you go to the same school with the Bangtan gang and are tiring to figure out if that’s what they really are. a gang? or a pack?] Word Count: +1.5k Note: Kim Seokjin, a fine man. Took me a while to write this but once I had an idea of what I wanted to see, the drabble really surprised me. I hope you like it. Make sure to read Namjoon's chapter first ✨ college!au, supernatural!au

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It’s Kim Seokjin who introduces you to the world that is this school. He’s a steady presence, encouraging and genuine and even if there’s no time to hang around the kind senior after the first year in which he is your guidance student, coincidental meetings in the hallways become your most treasured moments at this place.

The first year with him passes quickly. The first days are full of orientational stuff, full of faces with no names and words without a guarantee of sticking to your brain. Everything that is new demands your attention and Seokjin offers a vantage point, an opportunity to look at the mess from above. After a quick while, you can finally put meaning to the strange stares you receive whenever Seokjin treats you like a younger sister, whenever he pats your head and whenever he graces you with those high pitched, rollercoaster laughs of his. Kim Seokjin is one of those reoccurring, unavoidable topics at this school for some reason.

Half the students’ body spends their day admiring his body, the other half spends it admiring his wallet. If you want to believe rumors, he owns a restaurant downtown and apparently, his mother has won a Miss Korea contest before, not that you can confirm or deny these things when people try to interrogate you. Despite his obvious generosity with you, you’d never thought about asking about his family’s financial situation. How shallow, you think. While that matters to the entire school, it doesn’t to you.

Seokjin has been there for you during orientation week and after and whenever you see him now, you feel better afterward. He never fails to crack a joke, never fails to crack your bad moods. His life philosophy raises you up. Money can’t buy that, you decide and revel in the fact that people don’t get to see there deeper, more sincere parts of Seokjin just because of their pettiness and stupidity. To be honest, you prefer his company even over many of your own friends from your classes (not that there’s a ton), simply because he finds ways to be real with you. Even if you don’t talk about everything on your minds, you strengthen each other. It’s refreshing to see someone ask about your interests with actual affection.

So, considering how your relationship with Seokjin works, your little paradisiacal world crashes when you notice him in passing by the parking lots one day. Half-hidden between cars, his tall form is crumpled on the ground and he’s crying. One mess follows the next when you notice his arm is covered in blood. You run towards him to help, but Kim Namjoon and Park Jimin emerge from behind another car and help him up. Their appearance is more than suspicious, there’s no denying that you would rather they would stay away from your friend. It makes you freeze and stay at a distance, even hide when they scan the parking lots.

One thing that you had admired Seokjin for was his smart mind. He always knew what wanted from him. He would never let himself be dragged into certain cliques or friend groups, no matter his level of popularity. He didn’t care for becoming some sort of object of prestige for them. And now, the Bangtan gang has gotten to him, or better, has taken him by force.

When you deem it safe to run to him, there’s a black dog trailing after Kim Namjoon and Kim Taehyung, who has joined the other two. It’s intimidating, reaching up to Namjoon’s waist, blood on his snout and a growl to make anyone run for the hills. After overcoming your goosebumps, you stay where you are, letting your heart ache and Bangtan take your friend. When Seokjin, a sweating, sobbing Seokjin notices you and shouts for you to stay away, it feels like you’ve lost a part of yourself to the dark side.

And sure enough, on the day after that jarring experience, you choose a seat in class that’s close to the windows so you can keep an eye on the school’s door, there’s Seokjin, paraded by the Bangtan gang as they enter school fashionably late - as they always do. (Not that any teacher cares. Some people still insist that even the principal bows to Kim Namjoon.) Seokjin looks better that morning, fresh and energized - as if the gang had revived something forgotten in him. He’s almost glowing. It makes you frown and wonder what Bangtan did to him. Just this image turns your silent optimism into a sour mood. The entire day there are intrusive thoughts you can’t shake; the entire day you receive a few sympathetic glances from him but when those aren’t backed up by actual attempts to seek conversation, the effect is gone. It’s simply incomprehensible how he could become so untrue to himself to hang out with them. When the gang walks past you, calling him Jin instead of his full name, you snort. There’s a shimmer of hope to find an old thing about your friend hidden from their view, stashed away until your return. When Seokjin answers the call enthusiastically, accepting the new name without blinking, even that flies away.

Maybe there’s some secret that could explain everything, but that thought stings even more. That you might have become one of those people who don’t know a thing about what’s going on with the real Seokjin. You wonder to what extent the Bangtan gang knows him, how much he would dare to open up for them.

When you notice Kim Seokjin bowing to Kim Namjoon for the first time, surprise is an understatement. You feel stunned, actually, to see the elder honor the younger so demonstratively. That’s definitely something to jot down in your notebook of observations, just like the way Seokjin switches drastically from drinking coffee to drinking only teas and water. Still, despite the reversed roles in the age-hierarchy of your community, there’s no doubt about Seokjin being older - he’s one grade above Namjoon (who skipped a grade, which is widely known), and he still reserves himself the right to tell the dimple-cheeked boy what to do and to honor his elders. Age is important to Seokjin, you know that. This display of submission is just one indicator of how the gang dynamic works. You can’t say that you like it, but then again, you might be a little biased.

Then, during recess, when your mood is the lowest, you watch Jimin hug Seokjin from behind, even jumping on his back in an attempt to snatch the elder’s food, and whispering something in his ear to distract him. Against your expectations, Seokjin lets him (you know he doesn’t like touchy-touchy people who get too close), and moreover, he smiles. Then, he opens a new conversation that has everyone involved immediately. Apparently, this new constellation of people has not only you but also the rest of the school shocked. Even the school’s newspaper discusses the news in some not-so-clandestine way.

The following days, you make a firm decision from the moment you move your head off your pillow. I will not spend time obsessing over Seokjin today. I will live my own life, be happy and forget about this rather than being miserable. If he thinks we’re still friends, he should come to me and explain. The plan works - for three hours. Even though you’re determined not to look at Seokjin, everyone else does. Also, the Bangtan gang is present everywhere somehow, always pushing into your line of vision without permission. Additionally, your fingers still itch to keep notes about the other members. So in the end, you can’t help but pick up your notebook and give in to the urge of figuring out Bangtan’s secret.

When you face the wolves, it’s strange. At first, you don’t understand the Seokjin’s role in the pack at all. He’s everywhere, spending time with every wolf in a different way, then just running around, nipping the younger ones playfully despite his rank as the oldest. It’s like he doesn’t fit into the concepts of ranks between wolves that you’ve read up on. You truly can’t predict what he will do next.

But after a while of observing the wolves interact, it clicks. It’s the moment he pushes Jungkook to meet you. The strong black wolf seems nervous to make contact, but the elder is kind and convincing. He watches as Jungkook tentatively offers his head for you to scratch, ears always conveying his mood towards you. Instead of interrupting the two of you, Seokjin patiently walks off, nestling his side into Namjoon, who has jumped off the rock to join the family.

Seokjin is the backbone. He’s the spine of the pack, connecting everyone, enabling everyone to function coherently, as a unit. He’s the older brother for the pack just like he was an older brother for you during your first days at a new school. He’s the essence of home in a pack of wild, vulnerable minds. When you return to Namjoon from meeting everyone, Seokjin is there, offering his side for you to sit down and lean against, like a warm, soft pillow-wall instead of a mattress.

“I missed you,” he whispers in your mind, with all the good memories of your time together flowing towards you in a single, buzzing stream of consciousness, creating this wonderful dream-like state of comfort and reminiscent serendipity, “my little flower.”

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