20 | ARMY | Yoongi biased

Why are we on the way to your room? Jimin asked Jungkook, hoping his inner voice sounded as annoyed as he felt.

Because that's where she'll sleep. The maknae answered, not even turning back to look at him. 

Taehyung scoffed, and continued: Give us one good reason why she should stay in your room and not in ours. 

Your room is closer to Namjoon hyungs. If she stays there all night, he'll find her before we even think about what we're going to tell him.

Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other after the reasonable explanation. They didn't see it, but Jungkook was smiling victoriously. 

"Uh, just… wait here for a minute."

The youngest man told you as he slipped inside his bedroom. Jungkook wasn't expecting company, much less yours, so his room was a mess. On a good day he would have changed the sheets, put out some candles, maybe a flower vase near the bed.

For now he had to content himself with picking up his dirty clothes to throw inside the hamper, fluff his pillows and rid the duvet of crumbs, and cracking open the window to let the stale air out, and the fresh wind in. 

For fucks sake, it's like you want Namjoon hyung to catch us! Jimin was naghing from the hall. 

Fine, come in. 

The door was opening as Jungkook pulled used boxer shorts from his gaming chair. 

"Please don't mind the mess." 

You were giggling when you walked into the room because you could hear the sweet boy running around to make his bedroom presentable to you. Jimin and Tae let go of your hands so you could use the ensuite bathroom to freshen up. 

You couldn't brush your teeth, but you did wash your face and dress into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that you found folded on top of the sink, assuming Jungkook had left it out for you. 

"You can sleep on the bed." Jungkook told you.

"He'll come sleep with us." Jimin explained. 

You giggled again because Jungkook did not seem happy about that. 

"Thank you. All three of you, for coming to rescue me. If you handn’t, I don't even know…"

"We're even now." Jungkook gave you a wink. 

Taehyung helped you get into bed, even going as far as picking out one of Jungkook's plushies for you to hug. Of course the younger man had a red face when he realized now you knew he owned plushies in the first place, but the visual of you cuddling with it on his bed eased his embarrassment.

"Would you stay? Until I fall asleep?" 

The three men looked at each other, and Tae was the one to ask: "Which of us–"

"The three of you? Please."

They nodded as you got comfortable on the big plush bed. You should have been a little weirded out to sleep in a strange place, but you loved how everything about Jungkook smelled of the ocean. From his skin to his bedsheets, and even the small anime plushie. 

Jungkook was sitting on a small corner of the bed, his inner alpha absolutely crooning for the fact you were wearing his clothes, sleeping in his bed. And he didn’t even need to give you the clothes! He had left them out for when he came home after visiting you, so he’d wear it to bed tonight. But they looked much better on you, and now everything that was his would smell like you. 

Taehyung took the gaming chair, so he’d have the perfect view of your pretty face and slightly parted lips as you breathed softly, letting sleep take over you. You had been so scared tonight, the coffee shop reeked of nothing but panic and wet dog. If the Southside mutts had touched a single hair on your head, he’d bring the entire city down. 

Jimin was sitting on the arm of the gaming chair, practically on top of his best friend. He thought you should be in his bed instead, wearing his clothes. They would fit you much more nicely than the already oversized fabric Jungkook liked to wear. But at least you were safe, and at least you were with them. 

What do we do now? Taehyung asked through their personal mind intercom, not wanting their voices to bother you. 

What can we do? Send her back? Jimin didn’t need to hear their answers to know that wasn’t even an option. She was attacked. Protecting humans from the Southside is our job too.

Let’s bring her with us. Jungkook told them. If hyung wants to go to Dalju so much, she’ll come with. 

There were holes in their plan, and you weren’t a puppy they could hide under their bed hoping the parents wouldn’t find out and they’d get to keep you. But after tonight, it was clear the Southside was after you. And there was no way in hell they would let them get you. You belonged to the Bangtan pack, even if you didn’t know it yet. 

I’ll go to her apartment, I know where she lives. Jungkook told them as he carefully got up from the bed. I’ll pack her a bag. 

I’ll come and help. Jimin decided. 

Yoongi woke up with the sun on his face. He had been so stressed last night, after the pack meeting, that he forgot to close his blinds before going to bed. And now that he was up, he couldn’t go back to sleep anymore. 

He didn’t know at what time the leader wanted to hit the road, but he could not be bothered to start packing now either. Leaving his bedroom in his old pajamas and a serious case of messy hair, the second oldest of the pack followed the familiar clinking of pans and pots towards his only hyung in the kitchen.

When Seokjin was stressed, he cooked. So the kitchen island was filled with food that would be enough to feed two packs of hungry wolves. 

“You okay, hyung?” 

Seokjin didn’t look away from the sizzling frying pan in front of him for a while, only regarding Yoongi when the perfectly cooked scrambled eggs were placed on a plate. 

“Since we’re leaving anyway, I didn’t want to leave any food to go bad.” the man explained with an excuse. 

“Good thinking.” 

Yoongi accepted the coffee cup his hyung served him, but he didn’t really feel like eating yet. Letting out what was on his mind, he asked:

“Do you think Joonah is doing the right thing?”

Seokjin took a deep breath before answering: “Yes and no. I do think we should go to Dalju. We haven't been back in a long time, and we need to check in with our allies there.” he spoke as he took a seat in front of his dongsaeng. “And we’d have to go next month anyway, for the ceremony.”

“It’s a stupid ceremony.” Yoongi groaned. 

“It’s tradition. But yeah, I think it's the right thing to do. I just wish we didn't have to leave her.”

“Hm.”

Yoongi nodded because he agreed with the elder. 

“I really thought she might be it, you know?” Jin had a pair of chopsticks in his hand, but he didn’t pick anything to eat.

“Pack Omega?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever heard of pack human, maybe?” Yoongi chuckled, because he thought about it too. 

Even the coffee Yoongi had been sipping tasted bitter, because it wasn’t the one you made. Both men stayed in silence, too lost in their own minds to actually focus on eating anything. 

“I thought I heard her last night.” Yoongi admitted, a little embarrassed his withdrawal brain had started conjuring up pieces of you to haunt him. “If I take a deep breath right now I’m sure I can smell her.” 

“Wait, I thought it was just me?” 

Both men stared at each other with furrowed eyebrows as they made silent theories in their minds. 

"You don't think–" Yoongi threw a glance over his shoulder. At this point in the late morning there should be at least three starving boys chomping down the food in front of them. The smell alone would have been enough to bring the maknaes over.

Both men got up from the table and rushed upstairs. Both of their bedrooms were on the first floor, while the maknaes’ and Namjoon’s were on the second. From the middle of the main staircase, the alphas' noses could already pick up your flowery sweet scent; too strong for it to be a mirage. 

It got stronger and stronger the deeper they moved down the hallway. 

“Jungkook.” Seokjin was nodding towards the maknae’s door. 

“I swear if he kidnapped her–” 

“Okay, he’s not that irresponsible.” 

Seokjin tapped on the door, but heard no answer. Yoongi wasn’t as patient as the eldest, especially now that he knew he could smell you on the other side of the bedroom, so he opened the door a crack. The whiff of your scent was too much, all at once. 

If this was a cartoon, his soul would have left his body to float away to you. But it wasn’t, so his feet dragged deeper inside the room, as his ears picked up on the sound of your soft breathing and the quiet beat of your heart. 

Pretty. Yoongi was cooing.

She looks so peaceful. I guess we can cross out kidnapping from the list. Jin pointed out. 

But how is she he–

All thoughts and conversations were interrupted as you stirred on the bed, letting out little tired groans. Both men froze in place, not wanting to spook you as your eyes blinked heavily with sleep, parting just a smudge. Just enough to see who was there. 

“Yoonie.” you softly whispered, seeing him first. Yoongi would happily have his name legally changed to that, if it would make you happy. Then your sleepy eyes moved behind him, and your smile widened. “And Jinnie.” 

“Hey, sweet girl.” Yoongi was sitting on the side of Jungkook’s bed. 

He was a little –very– relieved all he could smell right now was you. If he had found the maknae in bed with you, his alpha would have been pissed. 

“What time is it?” you yawned cutely behind your hand, forcing your body to sit up against the headboard. 

“A little past eleven.” Seokjin was the one who answered you, with an easy smile on his face. 

That explained why you felt so tired, it was still too early by your standards. You rubbed your eyes, willing the sleepy to leave you. 

“How did you… get here?” Seokjin asked you. 

“Oh, right.” you blinked a few times, compelling your brain to catch up. “Didn’t they tell you?”

Both men shook their heads, so it was up to you to tell them what happened at Moonlight yesterday. 

“I was attacked last night.” you said, hearing small gasps of worry. So you assured them: “I’m okay, I promise! It was the two guys from that night, Yoongi. The ones who live in my building.” 

“Southside.” he whispered, but you still caught it. 

“Yeah! They said something about that!” 

“What did they say to you?” Seokjin wanted to know. 

“The guy… He said I belong to the south, that I belong to them.” the mere thought brought a bad kind of goosebumps to your skin. “I don’t know what would have happened if Tae, Jimin and Kook hadn’t shown up.” 

They must have sneaked out after the meeting. Seokjin told Yoongi, who nodded. God, I’ve never been more thankful for their disobedient asses. 

“Is it because I live on the other side of some kind of border?” 

“Clever girl.” Yoongi said and watched your cheeks burn a pretty pink, just like the first time he called you that. 

“I don’t want to belong to the south!” you pouted. It wasn’t a laughing matter, but both men let out chuckles. 

“Who do you want to belong to?” 

Yoongi asked you with a smirk and dangerous eyes that awakened the butterflies in your stomach. But you bit your lips and said:

“The boys said I’m coming with you somewhere.” you told them. “Kook went to my apartment to pick up my stuff.” 

At least that’s what you thought they had told you, you were too sleepy and your brain felt too foggy to pick up on the exact words they were saying. 

Seokjin and Yoongi also didn’t know what exactly the maknaes had told you, but they also didn’t feel comfortable leaving you behind after the new knowledge. And if you were okay with leaving…

“Do you want to come with us?” Seokjin asked you and you were nodding before he finished. 

“I mean, I don’t have to… I don’t want to be an inconvenience. But I don’t wanna stay here either, so I could just go home to my parents–” 

“You can come with us.” Yoongi insisted, in fact. 

Namjoon had been out of the house all morning, taking care of last minute business in Seoul so they could get on the road by sundown at most. Maybe he could get a few hours of sleep in before then too. 

That’s what he hoped, of course. But it was never an easy day for the leader of Bangtan. 

As soon as he walked into the mansion, he knew something was up. Firstly, the hallways smelled of you. If he closed his eyes, he could picture you leaving the maknae’s bedroom, walking into the kitchen, visiting the living room. His inner alpha was extremely happy, letting out chirps and groans, begging him to find you, to hold you, to put a stop to all the missing you. 

But he was a rational man. And his orders had been clear, the pack was not to contact you again. And they brought you into their home instead. 

“So let me get this straight.” the leader spoke to his pack, all in the living room, much like had happened last night. “You went after Yn even after I explicitly told you not to?” 

The three youngest of the pack were sitting on the big couch, as Namjoon paced in front of them, and the other three members were off to the side. 

“And thank God we did.” Jungkook didn’t back down from what he believed in, no matter how wrong he might have been for disobeying his leader. “She would have been taken by the Southside if we hadn’t.”

“What happened to them?” Namjoon enquired.

“They ran away. We didn’t even do much to them, we just wanted to get Yn out–” Taehyung explained.

“And you had to bring her here?” 

“It’s good that we did, hyung!” Jimin was a little more apologetic. “Tell him, Kook, tell him what we found!” 

All eyes were trained on the maknae, there were things the other three hyungs hadn’t heard yet either. 

“Jimin-ssi and I went to her apartment to–” 

“Check the perimeter.” Jimin interrupted. It wouldn’t be the best idea to tell their leader you were coming with them to Dalju before letting him know all the facts. 

“–and everything was upside down. Furniture was broken, clothes had been torn, there were scratches on the wall.” 

She told us the Southside is claiming her. Yoongi told the leader.

“Well, she does live in the south.” Namjoon rebutted, his thoughts traveling a mile a minute. 

“You can’t be serious right now.” Hoseok scoffed. 

His tone of voice made the leader snap his head in the direction of his best friend, his second in command. 

“You can’t actually tell me you’ll let them.” the older man continued. “We can’t just let them take–”

“That’s part of the rules, you know it just as well as I do, Hoseok. If you live in the Southside, you are under their jurisdiction.” Namjoon reasoned. “Human or wolf.”

Namjoon didn’t plan on giving you up to the Southside, not even for a second. You were obviously too important to his pack, too important to him. He wanted nothing more than to make sure you were safe, to keep you with them. But he knew that stealing you away wouldn’t be the wisest decision. 

Wolves were extremely territorial, and that extended to individuals they considered theirs too. 

And if two Southside wolves had taken an interest in you, to the point where the mere interaction with Northside packs made you a target, they wouldn’t take it lightly if Bangtan stole you away. Namjoon wanted you with them, yes, but he wanted to do it the right way. 

He just needed time to figure out how. 

“She’s coming with us, Joonah.” Seokjin told him. A leveled and calm tone that let them know it wasn’t up for discussion. “We already took a vote before you arrived.” 

“I’m still the pack leader, Jin.”

“Yeah, but unless you want to use your alpha voice on all of us, she’s coming.” Hoseok backed up the eldest. 

Hoseok was one of the members used to blindly follow Namjoon. But he was extremely hurt for the way he had used the alpha voice on him, which made him miss your call and text messages as you asked him for help. If it wasn’t for the maknaes going after you, you could have been seriously hurt and it was something that would plague Hoseok with guilt for the rest of time. 

He was still to talk to you, which is why he excused himself from the living room when the meeting was deemed finished, and went to find you in Jungkook’s bedroom. 

You were sitting on the bed when there was a knock at the door, accessing the luggage of things Jungkook and Jimin managed to salvage from your apartment. 

They had told you it was all they could save, since your neighbors were pissed enough by their failed attack to barge into your apartment and take out their frustrations on your things. 

Thankfully you were never a materialistic person, but it was still sad to think all you owned right now could fit inside a suitcase. The boys got some of your clothes –the ones that weren't torn to pieces–, shoes, smaller things like a jewelry box, makeup bag and things that your attackers deemed useless. 

Besides, your world had changed so much in the span of a few days that you couldn't seem to care about some furniture and mugs. 

"Come in." you called. 

You watched as the door opened and Hoseok walked inside. 

It broke his heart the way your smile faltered and you looked at the purple sweater on your lap instead of him.

"Hey, pretty girl." he was careful as he stepped into the bedroom.

"Hi." 

The atmosphere was obviously tense and Hoseok hated that. Tentatively, he sat on the opposite end of the bed, trying not to pry and stare at your clothes. But he saw some cute things there that he would love to see you wearing. 

"Are you too upset with me?" he asked after a couple beats. 

"Upset– why would I be upset?" 

"Because I didn't see your messages–"

"Oh, I thought they had annoyed you–"

"Why would your messages annoy me–"

The talking over each other made you giggle, lifting the heavy weight sinking Hoseok’s heart. 

"I'm sorry I didn't answer. We were in the middle of something important." Hoseok fiddled with his earlobe. "But nothing is more important than your safety. If I had known it was you…"

"I know, Hobi, it's alright."

"It's not. But I promise it won’t happen again.” 

You laughed, placing your sweater back inside the suitcase, along with other pieces. 

“How can you promise that?” 

Hoseok was pulling his phone from his pocket as he said: “For starters, I’ll never keep your contact on silent mode.” he tapped the screen a few times, a concentrated furrow to his brows. “And second, what’s your favorite song?”

“What for?” 

“Your ringtone, of course.” the man wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Let me choose!” 

He placed the device on your open palm, scooting a little closer on the bed so he could see what you were doing. Or so he could smell more of you. 

You were typing away as you searched for the song you wanted, a mischievous smile to your lips. You picked the part of the song you wanted and let it play:

At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moooooooon…

“Very original, a song about the moon for a werewolf.” Hoseok rolled his eyes and you giggled. 

“How about–”

You played another song:

In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt. I'm after you. Smell like I sound,

 I'm lost in a crowd.  And I'm hungry like the wolf…

“Aish.” Hoseok was laughing so much he tumbled down on the bed next to you, head resting on your knee. 

“No?” you giggled, not resisting the urge to run your fingers through his soft hair. “Tough crowd.” 

The more you lightly scratched his scalp and threaded your fingers through his brown locks, the more Hoseok relaxed, eyes closing as he leaned more into your touch, cheek rubbing on your thigh. He looked like a puppy who loved getting pets. 

“Cute.” 

At the sound of your voice, Hoseok’s eyes shot open to stare at you so intensely it made you gasp. 

“I’ll show you cute.”

In one swift movement, Hoseok flipped on the bed, on hands and knees as he charged toward you, making you fall back against the pillows. The man was on top of you in a second, a menacing grumbling from his chest as low and deep growling sounds spilled from his heart shaped lips. 

Hoseok huffed a puff of air that moved your hair off your shoulder and side of your neck. You watched with wide eyes as he bared his teeth and snapped them loudly next to your ear. The gasp you let out as your hands grabbed at his shirt were for anything but fear. 

Your breathing was heavy as the growling continued, all husky and low. A small moan left your lips as his perfectly shaped nose dragged against the column of your throat and he inhaled deeply. 

“I hope you know you smell delicious.” Hoseok rasped and you really wished to feel his teeth on your skin. “It drives us all crazy.”

“You’re driving me crazy right now–” 

Your lips parted as Hoseok’s made contact with the base of your throat, hands squeezing harder at the fabric of his shirt. You felt his tongue warming your skin, but he moved away too soon, sitting away from you. Your mind was swirling with confusion, until the door opened and a frazzled Jungkook walked in. 

“Do you need– oh.” Jungkook froze as he looked at you on his bed and the man who avoided his eye contact. “Hey, hyung.”

“Sup, Kook.”

“We’re almost leaving. You should go pack.” the younger man said with squinting eyes. 

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As if that new knowledge had been inside you all of this time, dormant. And then someone reminded you of it, and you accepted it. 

It didn’t mean you didn’t have questions, of course, you had a ton of those. 

Which is why you had your phone in one hand, typing up your queries, as the other hand brought the cup noodles to your lips for a sip. 

Seokjin is the eldest… Does that mean he’s the leader? 

Do packs have a hierarchy? 

How much do they behave like real wolves? I mean, they are real wolves, I suppose…

Can they only turn during the full moon? 

Have they watched Twilight?

Mind reading? 

You regarded that theory for a while. Now that you thought about it, there had been times where you could swear they were having a silent conversation you couldn’t hear. 

“Oh, shit.”

You really hoped they couldn’t read just anybody’s minds, since that would be a little embarrassing for you. You could definitely say your own thoughts weren’t pure and innocent every time they were near you. 

But you were only human after all –quite literally, at this point– and you had a good pair of working eyes and you could admire and recognize beauty when you saw it. Especially so when it came in the form of tall, strong, gorgeous men. 

Wolf. Wolf men? 

You almost tipped the cup noodles when the phone in your hand started buzzing. Part of you really wished it was Hoseok texting you to check in on you, just so you could speak to one of them again. And he did have your number now that you had called him to get help for Jungkook. 

But the flashing name of your friend on the screen brought a disappointing pang to your stomach. 

Kimee: Heyyyyy. Won’t you come over before your shift? I miss you! 

You: You miss gossiping 😂

Kimee: Yeah, with YOU! 

You: Well you might as well come over after your shift, I'm not opening the shop today. I'm way too tired, so I'm calling in sick.

Kimee: Ohhhh those boys you always talk about finally giving you the nice kind of trouble? 🤤

You: 🥴 I wish

Kimee was your oldest friend in Seoul. You had met her as soon as you made it to the big city, when the first job you landed was as a cashier at a 7Eleven not too far from your current apartment. The girl still worked there to this day, moving up the corporate ladder and managing the place. 

She was the only one you could actually talk to about boys and stuff like that, the one you turned to for girly nights with white wine and on sale chocolate. So Kimee had definitely heard about the seven men that plagued your thoughts late at night and early morning. 

Only there was no way you could tell her about your latest findings, you doubted she’d take it as well as you had. 

Jungkook had been doing alright. His leg was completely healed, not even a scratch or a blemish was left on his skin. But he still moped around, still pretended to be too traumatized and upset. Just so his hyungs would dot after him. It didn’t work that well with the older ones of the pack, except maybe Hobi hyung who brought him a juice glass an hour ago. 

Jiminie and Taehyungie were a little easier to persuade to do as he wished, which is how he convinced both of them to play a horror game on his computer. He was the one actually playing it, but Jimin was giving him tips as his character of the indie game walked around. 

Taehyung was the one ignoring the game, as he laid on the maknae’s bed. 

“This isn’t fair.” the second youngest scowled from behind the other two. 

“I know it’s not, but you’re not the only one missing out on Yn time.” Jimin told him with a look over his shoulder, sympathetic to an extent. 

“It’s been three days, hyung.” Tae groaned, hugging a pillow to his chest. 

“Come play with us to distract yourself.” Jungkook invited. 

But Taehyung didn’t want to play, especially not a game that had the potential to keep him up all night. And it was easy for Jungkook to be so calm, he had been with you four days ago, could probably still feel the buzzing from being near you, still smell you on his skin. 

It was Taehyung’s turn next. He should be walking into Moonlight right now. If only Namjoon hadn’t grounded them. Maybe ‘grounded’ wasn’t the best expression, since they weren’t exactly forbidden to leave the house. But they weren’t allowed to go see you either, so what was even the point of going out in the first place? 

Jungkook had been attacked by a Southside Clan member, near the coffee shop you worked at. The pack knew it was a warning, the maknae hadn’t been hurt enough for it to be considered a major threat, but it was still a clear sign that they couldn’t keep coming closer to their border and expect no retaliation. 

It was also dark out, and the wolf came out of nowhere, so Jungkook couldn’t really identify who it was, or which pack he belonged to. All they knew is that they needed to be careful. So Namjoon had asked them for time and patience so they could come up with a plan, figure out what they should do moving forward. 

But it was taking too damn long. 

“I miss her.” Taehyung sighed dramatically, like a wounded puppy. 

“I miss her too.” at the constant mention of you, Jimin couldn’t focus on the computer screen anymore. “Do you think she thinks we’re not coming back anymore?” 

Taehyung let out an even louder cry. “Well, now I do! Thanks for that!”

Jungkook turned around in his gaming chair, a concerned pout on his own lips. He was never the best at following orders to the tee, especially if he didn’t agree with them. So he had a plan of sneaking out of the house tonight and going to see you despite his leader’s orders. Jungkook was keeping quiet about it, the more people knew, the bigger were the chances of him getting caught. 

But the dejected looks on his best friends’ faces started to bug him too. 

“What if we just–”

Jungkook’s words were interrupted as the loud banging on his closed door made the three youngest wolves jump. 

“Pack meeting.” Hoseok’s voice called from the hallway. “Come down.”

As the maknaes made it to the living room on the first floor, the four oldest were already there. 

Yoongi was biting the nail bed of his thumb, having a somewhat idea of what the leader wanted to talk about, Hoseok could not sit down, Seokjin was standing up near the window, as Namjoon stared at the dancing flames in the electric fireplace. 

The leader didn’t want to let it show too much, but he was nervous for this meeting. Beside the usual stress that seemed to constantly follow them around lately, he had come to a decision he knew wouldn’t be taken lightly by his members. He wasn’t happy about it either, but his pack’s safety and his own principles had to come first. 

They had priorities much more pressing than the feelings he himself harbored for you. 

We’re all here. Hoseok was letting him know, as if he couldn’t sense the doubled anxiety in the room. 

Namjoon turned around to regard his pack. It wasn’t easy to be the leader of a regular pack, even harder when all members were hot headed alphas who knew what they wanted; and what they wanted right now was you. 

Bangtan had its highs and lows, just like any other pack, but they had been together for a very long time, they learned to respect each other and respect Namjoon’s authority and decisions. He hoped the same would happen tonight. 

“Pack your bags, we’re leaving tomorrow.”

As soon as the words left Namjoon’s mouth, a cacophony of complaints filled the otherwise quiet living room. Jungkook was by far the loudest, as the others still showed some kind of respect to his rank. 

“Guys, please–”

“I’m not leaving just like that!” the maknae whined.

“Me neither!” Jimin would go with anything Jungkook decided. 

“Yeah, no way.” Taehyung was always right behind them. 

“Okay, let's all take a step back, let Namjoonah talk.”

Hoseok wasn’t so happy about it either, but maybe Namjoon meant they would leave for the weekend, do a job nearby, be back on monday. No need for stress. 

“We’re going to Dalju, and this isn’t open for discussion.” the leader told the pack, with a strong voice that left no space for protests. “It’s just for a little while, until things calm down.” 

“Is this because of Yn?” Yoongi was the one voicing everybody else’s thoughts. “Because she’s human and she found out about us?” 

“She didn’t find out about us, you told her.” Namjoon snapped. “Which you know goes against what we stand for.” 

“She’s hardly the first human to ever find out about our kind, don’t you think this is overreacting?” 

“She’s still the first one we ever told.” the leader pushed. 

“She won’t tell anyone.” Jungkook added. 

He probably should stay out of this, it was his fault you had found out, even if by accident. But Jungkook couldn’t just stand there and put his head down and follow the orders he didn’t agree with. 

“This is about principles. We’re fighting with the Southside because they want humans to know about us, and what do we do? We let a human know about us.”

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

“We are fighting with the southside because they are hurting people.” Seokjin corrected. 

The eldest was the one who went to Namjoon first, all those years ago. He would always blindly follow his footsteps, believing his friend to have the integrity and the heart to do good and to always choose what was right for the pack. If Namjoon believed that going to Dalju right now was the best option, he would follow. 

But he wouldn’t let Namjoon compare them to the Southside just for what had happened a few days ago. 

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

“This was fated to end in disaster anyway.” the leader pressed his temples. “It could never work, for any of us. Might as well walk away from her now.” 

“That’s not fucking fair, you don’t get to decide that!”  Jungkook was standing up, a low growl rumbling from his chest. 

Hoseok moved a little closer to the maknae, hoping to ease the situation. If Jungkook kept pushing, Namjoon could take him as a threat and things could get ugly. Both men were used to butting heads, their personalities were similar that way. But they had never hurt each other. 

And then again, they had never fought about a romantic interest before. 

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

“So we’re just gonna run away? Let the South advance and take over more territory because we won’t be here to defend it?” Yoongi hinted, a hand nervously threading through his blonde locks. 

“I already talked to our neighboring packs, they’ll take over for a–”

Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.

“For fucks sake, Hoseok! Turn that fucking thing off!”

The alpha voice was something Namjoon refused to use on his members, for it took away their free will. But sometimes, during heated situations like this, it still slipped. Hoseok looked nothing short of disappointed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it off without even looking at the screen. 

You weren’t stupid. You might not have a university degree with your name on it, nor did you graduate school with honors. But you weren't dumb. And you could definitely take a hint. 

For the last three months and a half, the seven men had visited Moonlight regularly and you knew the coffee you served wasn't that good. 

And then suddenly you find out about their deepest secret and they stop showing up altogether? Something was up. 

But then again, you spent over two decades of your life thinking werewolves were nothing but Hollywood tropes and scary stories to tell in the dark. Their existence was clearly not out in the open. So, maybe, you finding out about them meant they couldn't see you anymore. 

If that was the case, you'd respect it. You'd think one of them would have the decency to give you a heads up, instead of ghosting you, but you'd respect it. You were a big girl. 

Even if it felt like something was constantly missing in your life now that they were gone. 

That last thought made you laugh. You never used to be this dramatic. And suffering for men? Not like you at all. 

You carried on with your night as normal, giving up hope yet again. You served a few patrons, almost kicked out a couple that was quite literally trying to fuck on one of the booths, tried out a new hot chocolate recipe you had bookmarked to make for Taehyung at some point. 

But it tasted as bitter as your mood. 

A shadow passing by the glass of the front door caught your attention, taking it away from the crossword puzzle you were almost done with. You didn’t see anything at first, the outside was pitch black; a great contrast to the lit up inside of the coffee shop. You had to squint a great deal, but then you saw it. 

Two glowing orbs, red as blood, watching you from across the street. 

For half a second you got excited, thinking it was Jungkook again, or one of your wolf friends. But the shiver running up your spine was anything but friendly. And as quick as they showed up, the eyes were gone. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You were whispering under your breath as you picked up your phone with trembling hands. What if that wolf was the one who attacked Jungkook the other night? What if he was back for more trouble? With shaky fingers you shot a text to the only wolf you had the number of:

To Hoseok: Hey… So, just to check, are you, or any of the other guys, by any chance, coming to Moonlight tonight? 

As soon as you pressed send you cursed yourself. Great way to sound needy and clingy. Last time –the only time– you called him, it had taken the man a while to answer, so you didn’t expect an answer right away. 

You kept looking outside, trying to see anything in the dark. 

“Everything okay?” you were so weirded out that a patron sitting by the window had to ask if something was up.

“Yeah, of course!” you regarded him with your best customer service smile. 

You didn’t want him to leave right now, you’d be an easier prey if you were alone. So you served him an extra cup of whatever-the-fuck he was drinking and took the chance to get a little closer to the glass door to spy on the outside. 

It definitely could not be any of the seven men you knew. You could just about see two wolves standing in the corner of the street, eyes not leaving Moonlight for a second. But unlike Jungkook, whose fur was lustrous and silky, despite the cut on his leg and the dirt from the outside; these two wolves had probably seen better days. 

Both looked matted, even from a distance, and skinny. 

As you walked back to the counter, you shot Hoseok another text:

To Hoseok: I think the ones who attacked Jungkook are here. Am I in trouble? 

But the man hadn’t answered your first text, you doubted he would see the second one. Granted, it was pretty late at night, and since they weren’t coming in to see you anymore, you guessed they could sleep at normal hours now. 

You had found his number by chance, when you were looking for the many papers left by patrons that took part in a raffle you had last month. So you went through the small cardboard box again, frantically trying to read any familiar names on the papers. 

But you found no Jimin, Seokjin, not even a Namjoon. 

As the costumer started getting up to leave, you got a little more desperate and typed out yet another message:

To Hoseok: I really think I’m in trouble and I have no idea what to do, and I don’t know who to call for help, so. Please answer.

You stared at your phone, willing any wolf god out there to hear your prayers and turn the little check mark at the corner of your phone into ‘read’. It was a mistake, since it meant you didn’t see the patron leaving Moonlight, much less the two men that walked into the shop as soon as you were alone. 

“Good evening, pretty thing.” the seedy way the man talked to you made you take a step back instinctively. 

It was the same man from a few nights ago, your usually drunk neighbor. And of course his friend was right behind him, always by the door, on lookout. 

“No friends tonight, huh?” he took another step. “Kim Namjoon should be more careful with his playthings.” 

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave–” 

“Now now, little girl. We are all friends here.” the man took a deep breath, inhaling the air, and you could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “You belong to us, you belong to the South. You should be playing with us instead.” 

You couldn’t text, not without taking your eyes off the man and any distraction could get you in even more trouble than you already were. Hoping you’d find the right button, your finger mindlessly tapped the screen, until the very faint buzzing let you know a call was being made. 

“Hang up that phone, little girl.” 

“Namjoon!” you gasped as you pointed to the glass door. 

The man was stupid enough to fall for your bluff, which gave you enough time to run into the kitchen and lock the big heavy door behind you. You doubted it would be enough to hold the man, and if your suspicion was correct, it posed even less of a barrier for two wolves. 

You pulled as many things as you could to block the door; tables, extra chairs, heavy pans. All the while you could hear growling from the other side and what sounded a lot like fabric ripping. In a last attempt to take cover, you locked yourself inside the employee bathroom. 

Hoseok’s phone was going straight to voicemail now, and you had no one else to call. You could try the police, but it was late, and you were in Seoul. No one would believe you were being attacked by two wolves in the first place. 

The noise outside doubled in volume as the minutes passed, as the sketchy werewolves did their absolute best to get to you. You guessed that being that skinny meant they didn’t have as much strength as a healthy wolf would. 

You could hear the tumbling of pans and the scraping of wood on the floor, knowing they were closer. The loud scratching on the door made you want to scream, but you covered your mouth and closed your eyes shut. 

Hoping for a miracle, you waited for the door to be pulled open sooner or later. The hinges were shaking and the knob was turning frantically. Your eyes were beaming with unshed tears, body shaking as you tried to hide behind the sink, making yourself as small as possible. 

New growls could be heard on the outside, as the banging on the door completely stopped. More things were being dropped all around, what sounded like heavy bodies being thrown, whimpers and grunts. 

And then everything got quiet. So quiet in fact, your own breathing sounded way too loud, your beating heart was deafening. So much so you barely heard the soft call of your name.

"It's okay… It's us." the voice called for you again. 

"Go away!" you cried out. "You won't trick me!" 

"Do you like hot chocolate?"

It was the soft voice of Taehyung repeating the first words you said to him that made you look up. You took deep breaths, forcing your heart to calm down, letting your body tell you it was safe to trust.

"Tae?" you were up on your feet, unlocking the door to spy through a crack. "Oh, thank god!" 

You threw yourself into the tall man with the fluffy dark hair, never feeling so relieved in your life to see the mischievous man. 

I knew I should have been the one to get her to come out. Jungkook grumbled to Jimin, who watched you holding onto his best friend like a life jacket in the middle of a turbulent ocean. 

“It’s okay, little one.” Taehyung held you just as hard. “They are gone.” 

“Did– did they die?” 

You tried looking around, but Jimin blocked your vision. He didn’t want you to see the state the kitchen was, much less the rest of the coffee shop. The fight had been heated, the Southside wolves put up a good one. But they were no match for three alphas. 

“No, the cowers ran away.” the blond man told you, soft small fingers caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch. “We’ll get you home now, okay?” 

“No, I can’t– they–” you were shaking your head, pure fear oozing from your body and masking your sweet natural scent. 

“They live in her building.” Jungkook explained to the hyungs. 

He had been to your apartment building a few times before, walking you home after a shift when it was his turn to visit you. And Jungkook had smelled the two wolves there, making the final connection tonight. 

“We’ll take you somewhere else, okay? Where it’s safe.” Tae assured you. 

And you nodded, knowing that, as long as you were with them you’d be safe. 

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A fun, dirty way of paying tuition and helping your boyfriend with bills, but you make sure no one at school or in your group of friends knows you're doing it. What started out as you fucking around with your best friend selling feet pics when you were high and bored, you quickly became sucked in by the lure of attention and monetary rewards for showing your naked, anonymous body to paying strangers online. You've been building a subscriber list for a couple years now, promoting yourself on Instagram with raunchy, teasing selfies and videos, under the pseudonym ‘Misty.' Usually, a blunt would be sitting between two fingers to help you get through the tediousness of blurring your faces and photoshopping out your tattoos, but it's been a while since your boyfriend has paid a visit to his dealer.

You met your boyfriend during the final half of your senior year of undergrad, in an elective for web design. He was sweet, always showing up to meet up right before class, hanging around after to walk you back to your dorm. You studied together, pulled all nighters in the library, and after a party celebrating the end of midterms, you went back to his dorm and he fucked you to sleep. Maybe you didn’t have too much in common, maybe he could be a little inattentive at times, forgot to call you when he said he would, relied on you to plan out dates, but he showered you with flowers and small gifts, paid every time you went out, drove you around whenever you needed a ride. If you argued, he was quick to cave and apologize or compromise. He filled in the lonely gaps in your life. And the sex was nice. Okay, maybe he rarely went down on you and you’ve given yourself harder and faster orgasms than he managed to pull out of you, but he usually made you come at least once, which was more than you got from previous partners. And he was good at aftercare and always ended up spooning you in his sleep. Things were good.

You always felt a little bad for not telling him about your Only Fans account, only because you worried that he, like any other guy, would get upset and end up spilling your secret to his friends, destroying your reputation. You thought about giving it up, but the little odd jobs you found around campus were not enough to support you, so you kept doing it.

Close to your six month anniversary, your shitty apartment flooded and destroyed a ton of your valuables, and he let you crash for a while. After finding out that your apartment was moldy and uninhabitable, he offered for you to just move in with him. A little soon in the relationship to be taking this step? Yeah, but you had nowhere else to go. Your best friend, Ana, just moved in with her beefcake boyfriend, and you didn't want to impose. And your boyfriend said that you didn't have to pay rent while you got back on your feet. 

It was then that you decided to come clean.

At first, a little light in his eyes died, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, which you understood. But after assuring him that you obscured your identity and sharing how much you made, he became more open to the fact. 

The first time you let him watch you set up your phone on the tripod and record content, he sat in his gaming chair as you knelt on the bed, and slowly peeled off your skimpy robe. You felt a little nervous under his scrutinizing gaze, so you left your lingerie on and kept things rated R instead of your usual rated X. You willed yourself not to look past the camera at him as you teasingly rolled your hips and massaged your breasts, murmuring “You like that?” and other dirty talk to the screen.

“How far do you go?” he asked, clearing his throat when you turned around to wiggle your ass, showing off your brand new thong.

“I take off everything and play with myself a little.”

“Do you come?”

“Sometimes.”  You often made so much content that it became harder to get yourself in the mood, but you always played it up for the camera. He’d never know that you occasionally use those tactics with him. He got up, erection straining in his sweats, and met you by the edge of the bed, looking down at you with lust in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

“Do you think you’d make more money if you had someone to fuck you?”

“Do you have someone in mind?”

He smirked, grabbed your face, kissed you, and fucked you as if the camera wasn’t there. When you watched the video again, he seemed to be so turned on by it that he gave you another couple rounds. And from it, you received a stream of new subscribers, even more on Instagram when you posed together for faceless pictures - you sitting or kneeling on the bed, him standing dominatingly beside you, holding your cheek, your throat, like he wanted the whole internet to know you were his. Your subscribers ate it up.

And then it became a routine. You worked your part time shifts at the off-campus cafe, he at his office job, went to your classes, and then on the weekends tumbled around in the sheets with the camera rolling. Money steadily increased in your shared savings account and you became more comfortable working less hours so you could focus on your studies, however unenthused you might be about your degree. 

As the weeks went by, he started taking you out less on dates. Maybe because he took on more hours at work, and since you lived together, he saw you all the time, so he’d rather hang out with his boys on his days off. (Friends that he never brought over, and a part of you wondered if it had something to do with you.) He still made time to record content, but only after he finished streaming his game on Twitch. Although you’d never bring it up to him, worried you might disturb this groove you’ve become accustomed to, the spark you once had fizzled a little. Sex started to feel less about intimacy, and more about a couple trying to make a couple bucks. But you’d be dumb trying to fix something that’s not completely broken. So you make yourself enjoy the moments he’s affectionate with you when the camera isn’t on. Even if you’re the one seeking him out.

You know he had a rough time at work last week, which is why you didn’t make a fuss about why he didn't invite you to his basketball tournament out of town. It is nice to have time alone, but without someone to talk to, you feel yourself becoming lonely. You owe it to yourself to have a self-care night, so as soon as you finish editing, you’ll hop in a warm, bubbly bath.

After making the final edits and watching it through on mute a couple times to make sure you didn't miss blurring anything, you upload it to your account. You think this one will roll in quite a bit of cash, as you recorded multiple angles of your boyfriend fucking you from behind fast and rough and lewd, expelling loud moans and borderline cries from you. Some of your sounds are exaggerated and porn star-y, but it seems to appeal to your viewers, as you received tons of extra tips in addition to comments and DMs on your Instagram.

You spend a long time in the bath and once you're done, you order takeout, put on a soothing face mask, and settle in on the couch again to watch a movie. While you wait for your food to cool, already bored, you log back into Insta to check for feedback and requests for a subscription or access to a more exclusive level of content. A string of message threads has flooded your DMs, and you’re about to shut off your phone and deal with them later when a new message pops in. Your eyebrow raises. This one has an actual picture in the icon. And a real username - dj gloss.

Who the fuck is this guy??? You click onto his profile, and you’re taken to an unprivated page flooded with photo sets and reels featuring him. He's messaging you, an Only Fans creator, from his personal account? No one has ever DMed you like this, without hiding their identity behind a blank profile. “Tokyo” by Brockhampton plays on his most recent video of a POV shot as he glides around on a skateboard, wearing black vans and loose, ripped jeans, wires of earbuds hitting his chest as he makes sharp turns and casual flips of the board. All the while he lifts a joint in and out of the frame, smoke billowing around before being carried off by the wind.

Why do you find that so cool? Ugh! You should abandon this conversation now, but one, okay, two things has you curious and needing answers.

It should end there. But you've never had your attention snagged like this. You've never had a conversation with a stranger who pulled you in, made it easy to talk to. Maybe because the last time you spoke to your boyfriend was a couple days ago and your best friend has been too busy renovating her apartment to have time to hang out or chat on the phone, maybe because you’re bored and maybe because you’re tired, these are the excuses you go with to justify your continued scrolling through his profile. And seeing what this man is up to in his life, you can’t help but be intrigued. More videos and pictures of him skating, looking cool as hell, you zoom in one that more clearly shows his fake. He is not unfortunate looking. And he has a fucking piercing on his left eyebrow. You scroll on before your mind can wander to other places he might have piercings. He has pictures surrounded by groups of friends, of an adorable black cat (that's wearing a ruffled bowtie this guy can't be fucking real), and you get stuck on a thread of photos of him standing in front of a turntable, headphones on, facing an enthusiastic, jumping crowd. He's a DJ, too? How many side quests is this guy on?

It really should've ended there. But it doesn’t.

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