Moonchild | ot7 | Eighteen pt. 1

Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.

Chapter Warnings: Smut! *melts*

WC: 9.K

Seokjin hadn’t seen Namjoon in such a good mood since… Well. He couldn’t remember. Maybe before the Southside attacks started? He couldn’t be sure. The eldest of the pack could appreciate Namjoon’s hard work to keep their pack strong, their territory secured. But he could also appreciate the good mood it installed in the den, now that the pack alpha and their human-omega had patched things up.

The eldest was in the living room with a couple of the others, just lounging around until the kids gave up on the video game they were playing on the TV and he could have a go. It was at that moment that Namjoon, after a revigorating morning jog, announced:

"I think we should have a bonfire tonight."

"Oh, that’s a good idea." Hoseok was perking up at the suggestion. "The weather is finally cold enough."

For a pack of wolves, they really loved the cold weather, which meant they could spend more time outside without overheating. As their body temperature was always a lot warmer than the next species, they thrived during winter.

Now they had you to worry about, of course, and Jin was already thinking back to your wardrobe and whether they should prepare for the snow that would likely hit sometime at the end of the month.

"Kook, can you get the firewood?" Namjoon asked the maknae, who replied with a nod that made the mane he called hair bounce.

"Sure, hyung."

"If we’re having a bonfire night, I need one of you to run into town to get supplies." Seokjin stated, getting up from his comfortable spot on the couch to walk into their open kitchen while complaining: "I’m still lacking ever since Jungkook-ah decided to raid the pantry."

"I can do it, just give me a list." Namjoon offered to go, which was uncommon enough. "I feel so energized, I think I can just run there and back."

"Ugh. You know your happiness makes me happy, hyung, but I wish I didn’t know why you’re so chirpy." Jimin was getting up, game forgotten in order to let Taehyung have his turn.

"Don’t scowl, you’ll have your turn with her." the leader had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Maybe."

"Oh, please, I’m next!" Jimin pouted with his hands on his hips.

Hoseok perked up at the new information, eyebrows crooked as he challenged: "Is that so?"

"Uh huh." Jimin nodded, leaning over the small kitchen island as Seokjin walked around and made a mental list of things they needed to stock. "I call dibs."

"You can’t call dibs, she’s a person, not a game." Seokjin pointed out what should be obvious, sending Jimin a glare that was promptly ignored.

"Doesn’t mean we can’t play with her." Taehyung added from the adjacent living room.

"Don’t be gross. Go around the house to see if we need anything else from the market and help hyung make a list." Hoseok stated, and Jin couldn’t see it, but he heard the flying cushion and the curse that followed when it hit the target.

"We should go ask her if she has any snack preferences–" Jimin was ready to follow his soulmate into mischief, but Namjoon was faster, holding both by the backs of their necks.

"Don’t. Let her sleep." the leader ordered.

"I’m sorry, hyung, but you didn’t fuck her that hard that she needs to hibernate–" Taehyung tried to fight off the leader’s hold.

"We broke the bed." Namjoon scoffed, making Seokjin snort.

Still in the living room, now playing the game alone, lest Hoseok joined him, Jungkook chimed in: "That says more about your woodmaker skills than anything else–"

"Yah, that’s not even what I meant." Namjoon was rolling his eyes as he finally let go of the other youngests when he knew he was being obeyed. "She twisted her ankle, she needs rest to help it heal."

"Oh, right." Jimin was pouting again, his distressed scent making Taehyung drape himself on the shorter man's back. "Damn, humans take so long to get over things like that. Do you think she needs a doctor?"

"I gave her some pain killers last night, but if it takes more than a week to heal, we might need to get her one." Seokjin told them with a heavy heart.

"A week?!" Taehyung groaned, hiding his face in Jimin’s neck. Whatever plans they had for you would have to wait.

And Seokjin wasn't particularly interested in learning about those plans in the first place. It was bad enough to know that Jungkook had spent his rut with you, and Namjoon had, in fact, fucked you hard enough to break the damn bed.

The eldest came from a traditional family at best, and while he didn’t mind that you had slept with his packmates, he was jealous. They all were, it was part of the courting process.

It made his alpha anxious that maybe he wasn't doing enough to prove his worth, maybe his meals weren't nutritious enough, maybe he should take a page from the others' book and give you flowers like Jimin, or leave his clothes for you to wear like Taehyung, or even partake in quiet acts of service like Yoongi did.

Maybe he should try harder.

And tonight's bonfire was the perfect opportunity to do so.

Sensing his stress, Namjoon took the pen and paper they always left inside the cupboard and handed it to Seokjin. The eldest scribbled until his hand got tired from holding the pen too harshly.

Eggs.

Kimchi.

Red pepper flakes.

Soybean paste.

Blueberries, apples, pears.

Roasted seaweed.

Tteok.

Banana milk.

"You remember the brand of baby wipes she likes to use to remove her makeup, right?" Seokjin asked with the raising of an eyebrow until Namjoon nodded. "Unscented."

"I know, hyung." Namjoon insisted.

And Seokjin really wished Namjoon wasn’t actually planning on making a run into town, not with the over thirty items he added to the list to make sure they were all set.

Was it a bit of an overreaction? Maybe. Was it his own wolf instincts making him want to make sure they were prepared for the approaching winter? More than likely.

But he hated the idea of you craving something specific and him not being able to give it to you right away. Jin had grown up with his father spoiling his mother and they had been happily married for decades. His old man must be doing something right.

Once the shopping list was done and the most important items had been circled a few times, Jin pulled the paper from the pad and gave it to Namjoon to take.

But when he hesitated and looked distant all of a sudden, Jin had to ask:

"Alright, what’s on your mind?"

"What do you mean?" Namjoon played dumb aa Hoseok and Jungkook passed by then, in theory doing outside to deal with the firewood situation for their bonfire.

So Seokjin waited until they were out of earshot, making sure Yoongi wasn't about to come out of nowhere, and the other two were distracted enough with pacing the outside of your room.

"The Joon I know would have chased Kook away for that woodmaker comment." Seokjin finally pointed out.

"That’s because he thinks he’s better at making shit than the rest of us." Namjoon rolled his eyes, but his shoulders were still tense.

"He’s not all wrong, I keep finding splinters from the last time I tried to make a platform for a nest." Jin admitted, hoping to get a laugh out of his dongsaeng. And it almost worked, too.

"He’s annoyingly good at everything." the buffer man agreed.

Jungkook hadn’t always been this strong alpha, good at making furniture, cutting wood, he was even good at hunting and fishing. The pack had seen him grow up from the lanky fourteen year old and into this man that gave them all a run for their money.

He could be insufferable at times, but they all loved him as family.

"But I’m serious. Talk to your hyung." Jin insisted, making Namjoon groan at the used hyung card.

"Fine. I feel bad." Namjoon finally admitted, pressing his temples. "I should have trusted him with her, I shouldn’t have locked him up in the den."

"Huh. Well, this is a development." Seokjin knew this was a sore subject, so he pretended to be busy, sharing his attention between their conversation and organizing the kitchen. "What brought on this change of heart?"

"Myself, I guess." the new sigh was tired and long. "I messed up, hyung."

"What did you do?" the eldest asked patiently, back turned towards Namjoon as he started to put the plates from their breakfast into the dishwasher.

"What I almost did is more like it." the other carried on. "When we were– I was gonna do it. I was gonna bite her."

Namjoon was expecting the outburst, really, with the way he didn’t even flinch when Seokjin flipped around with a mug in his hand, ready to use it as a weapon if needed be.

"What–" he hissed, eyes wide.

"I know, I know." the leader looked disappointed with himself, and with good fucking reason. "She felt so good, and she sounded so– Ugh. I’m not proud of it."

"You know what would have happened if you had?!" Seokjin waa trying to keep his voice down for the sake of the pack as he marched towards the island, mug bumping against the top of it as his whines turned into a high pitched hiss: "She would have died!"

"I know, I know! I’m not proud of it! And I don’t know if I would have done it long enough for the venom to go through, I’m not insane!" Namjoon rushed to defend himself, but Seokjin wasn't as convinced. "But my teeth were growing and if the bed didn’t break, then I might’ve–"

"Do I need to keep you away from her?" the eldest was serious. If he'd ever challenge Namjoon for something, even his position as pack leader, it would be to make sure you were safe.

"No, hyung, no, it won’t happen again." he doubled over the island, hiding his face in his arms.  "We’re both sorry."

"Did she notice it?" Jin wanted to know, his own wolf cursing out Namjoon’s inside his head.

"No, she was pretty out of it."

"This is exactly the reason why we said we weren’t going to sleep with her before she chose one of us." Jin continued with the hisses, taking the closest tea towel from the counter and whacking Namjoon’s shoulder with it.

"I know, but she’s the one who went after Kook. She’s the one who came after me, too!" the bigger man whined like a pup, but Seokjin couldn't find it in himself to feel sorry for him right now. Despite knowing he'd be beating himself up for his almost slip up for a very long time. "So I think it’s okay if she’s the one wanting it."

"Still not okay for any of us to bite her."

"I fucking know, I don’t feel like that anymore." he promised, offering an olive branch: "Obviously I would love to, but the fear of letting something happen to her, of being the one to cause her any harm… Trust me, you don’t have to worry about it."

"I’m going to trust you on this, but if I see anything–"

"You won't, hyung, I promise." he continued, raising his hands in surrender.  "I’ll warn the others, too. Just in case, so they keep an eye out and keep their wolves in check."

"Okay, thank you." Jin sighed, knowing there was nothing else he could do when it came to a pack of alphas. There was no way even Namjoon could stop the others from sleeping with you, if you really were the one to seek it out. "Don’t forget the pie."

Namjoon nodded, taking a look at the shopping list he'd been given.

"I’m serious, Joon-ah, I’m sending you back there if you forget it."

On the second floor of the house, you were completely oblivious to the bickering chaos happening in the common areas. Your phone was completely dead as you woke up, making it impossible for you to tell the time, but at least you knew that if it was getting too late in the day, one of the boys would wake you up to make sure you didn’t skip any meals.

You got out of your bed with an ache between your legs and the picking up of your heart as you remembered just why you were feeling a little sore. Before going into the bathroom to brush your teeth and get your morning routine going, you had half a brain to plug your phone to give it a charge; missing your best friend and hoping for a bit of girl talk later in the day.

It was after a quick shower to send the sleepy away that you realized–

“Oh, shit.”

You held the towel around your body a little tighter, in a bit of a panic as you raised your right foot off the floor. You shouldn’t be walking on it, you shouldn’t even let it touch the floor! Your ankle had twisted pretty bad after your fall in the woods, and you knew it would take a while for you to be allowed to walk normally again.

You didn’t want to make the sprain even worse!

But… Your foot wasn’t hurting anymore.

Using the wooden dresser for support, you gently placed your foot back down, testing out what it felt like to put your body weight on top of it, rolling it from one side to another. You were expecting the same searing pain you felt all afternoon yesterday, the throb that followed you into the night. But nothing came.

You couldn’t even see the swell anymore, which was weird enough. There was no way… And you couldn’t just ignore it, you couldn’t just accept it as ‘another weird thing’ that happened to you. Instead, you walked out of your bedroom and stopped at the top of the stairs to yell:

“Jin?!” maybe you shouldn’t have sounded so alarmed in a house full of werewolves that could hear the anxiety in your voice, smell the anxiety coming off of you. “Oh–”

A second later you had four alphas at the bottom of the stairs, two coming out of the bedroom at the end of the second floor hallway and more steps coming up from the basement.

“What’s wrong–”

“Is everything okay?!”

“Why are you in a towel–”

You waved a hand in the air, forcing an apologetic smile and explaining: “I’m fine! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you… Just, uhm. Seokjin? Can I see you for a second?”

“Aw, man, I can’t catch a break–” Jimin was groaning from somewhere behind you as their eldest rushed up the stairs so fast you almost got a little dizzy.

“Want to go into your room, doe?” the alpha offered, oozing a calmness that made you almost instantly relax.

You nodded, letting him lead you back into your bedroom and close the door behind the two of you, having to kick out a pouty Jimin and sneaky Taehyung who tried to slip in as well. Once it was just the two of you, you couldn’t help but breathe in the soothing fig leaves and coconut that filled the air.

“Is everything really okay?” the man was obviously concerned, despite trying to remain calm. “You shouldn’t be standing up like this–”

“No, I know… That’s why I called you here.” your eyebrows were knitted together and you nibbled on your bottom lip, hoping your next question wouldn’t offend him: “What kind of pills did you give me last night?”

You didn’t think even for a second that Seokjin would give you any type of drugs without telling you, but you wondered if maybe werewolves had different kinds of medicine? Even after months of living with the pack, you didn’t remember ever seeing them take any kind of pills, not even for a regular headache or sore throat. You assumed they didn’t need it, their own genes made sure they didn’t get sick.

But if they had medicine to help with the healing–

“Just painkillers? Regular ibuprofen, why? Are you having a reaction to it?” the man sounded and looked alarmed.

“I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s good, right?” he smiled, sighing a breath of relief as he touched the side of your face.

Your eyes closed as you leaned into his touch, holding his wrist, suppressing the urge to kiss the inside of it. “No, Jinnie… I mean I don’t feel anything. At all. My ankle– It feels perfect.”

“How is that–”

“Possible? Yeah, story of my life.” your shoulders dropped a little as you held the towel in place with one hand. “So I was wondering if you gave me some magical werewolf pills for super-fast healing.”

“There’s no such thing as werewolf pills.” he chuckled, motioning to your bed so you could take a sip. “Mind if I take a look?”

You were shaking your head as you took the couple steps to reach your bed, sitting down at the edge and not minding how your towel opened a little on the side, revealing more of your thigh. Seokjin avoided looking at the slit on the fabric, but his ears and neck looked too red for him not to have noticed; for him not to be thinking about the fact you weren’t wearing much else.

It was your turn to blush when the handsome man dropped to his knees in front of you, carefully taking your –in theory– hurt foot to place it on top of his thigh. He ran long and delicate fingers on the side of your ankle, where it had swelled up yesterday, and your skin color was back to normal. No bruising, no bumps, as if nothing had even happened.

Seokjin was growing more confused by the second, gently rolling your foot, watching your face for any kind of discomfort or pain. But you weren’t feeling anything.

“It really doesn’t hurt?” he wanted to know and you shook your head. “Maybe you just didn’t hurt it as much as we believed.”

“Yeah, maybe.” you nodded.

It was obvious neither of you believed that for a second, but what else could you say? That not only you could hear voices inside your head, but now you were starting to heal inhumanly fast? With the way things were going ever since you joined the pack, maybe you should be concerned about turning into a wolf by the next full moon.

“What’s on your mind, little doe?” Seokjin placed your foot down, but he didn’t stand up, didn’t get away from you. Seokjin sat on the floor of all things, lips gently meeting your knee.

You were positive he could hear your heartbeat picking up, likely smell your body’s reaction to his proximity. Your hand slipped into his brown hair, so soft to the touch, as you caressed him, the man gave your skin more soft and sweet kisses, making you forget all about your concerns.

Maybe it was okay for you to turn a blind eye to the new things happening to you. Maybe it was okay to not try and find a logical explanation to all of it. Maybe just being with the pack was enough.

“Can I ask you about something else?” you wondered, fuzzy brain suddenly reminding you of a whole different topic.

“Anything you want, you know that.” Jin laid his head on your lap, much like the younglings did when they were turned into their big puppy versions.

“What does being mounted mean?”

You feared you said something wrong as you felt Seokjin shudder and straighten his posture to look up at you. You heard a faint growling sound, which was rare for Seokjin and his wolf. You were about to backtrack when he wanted to know:

“Where did you hear that?”

“Namjoon said that yesterday…” you admitted, a little embarrassed, hold on the towel suddenly too strong.

“Did he mount you, baby?” the alpha’s head cocked to the side as you saw a flash of yellow in his eyes. “Were you presenting yourself?”

“He said that word too–”

“I bet he did.” Jin let out a laugh as his body raised on his knees and his hands rested on top of yours. Your breath got caught in your throat as he pushed your legs open, slowly enough for you to stop him, should you want to.

“Jinnie…” you whined, breath heavy and eyes fluttering as the man fit his hips between your legs.

“Presenting is the position of submission an omega will take, when offering themselves to an alpha. That’s being on their hands and knees, face down, ass up.” his voice was low as his hands caressed your thighs, never slipping under the towel, always keeping a respectful poise. “Does it ring a bell?”

“Oh.” you breathed, hiding your face behind your hands.

You were suddenly too shy, realizing that not only did you present yourself to Namjoon yesterday, when you didn’t even know it was a thing, but you also totally just painted a very vivid picture for Seokjin.

His chuckle was raspy as one of his hands took both of your wrists and pried your hands from your face. Jin held onto them to stop you from shying away from him again, face leaning forward to sniff your shoulder. The top of your towel was hanging on by a thread, loosely covering your breasts, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.

“Mounting, is when the alpha fucks their omega in that presenting position.” he continued and your legs squeezed his hips as you tried to press them together. “Were you a good girl for the pack alpha?”

Your face fell forward and you sighed, hard, inhaling Seokjin’s scent that just smelled all the sweeter right now. You nodded, eyes closed, lips parted as his own kissed the naked skin of your neck, moving to your collarbones and lower. You allowed the towel to drop further, pushing your chest out as your back bowed, inviting him.

“Will you be a good girl for me, too?” he groaned, lips kissing the top of your breasts. The towel was inches away from revealing your pebbled nipples–

Hyung, I’m leaving now, is there anything else we need?

You heard Namjoon in your mind, followed by Seokjin’s reply:

Shut up. Not now.

“Where is he going?” you asked as the haze slowly started to dissipate, making Seokjin sigh and find his own self control.

“I’m sending him to the market.” the man explained, despite his reluctance. “We’re having a bonfire tonight.”

"Girl, you’re fucking glowing!" that was the way your best friend greeted you as soon as she picked up your request to video chat.

You would never say it out loud, but what you saw was… The opposite of what she thought about you. Kimee was always vain, always had a perfect face of makeup, hair styled and on point. But today she had dark bags under her eyes and you could see her hair was greasy even through the camera phone. She could read your concern instantly as you asked:

"How are you?"

"Ah, don’t be worried." she waved you off, continuing:  "I’m fine, just got the graveyard shift everyday this week. Not all of us can look as good as you when working late at night."

"Oh, shut up, I looked like a mess most of the time." you insisted, trying to believe that's all it was. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, babes." that new smile was a lot more convincing than the previous one. "When are you coming back?"

"Hard to say…" you knew that question was to come up eventually, you didn't expect it to be so soon.

Your bed creaked under your weight as you shifted, laying on your stomach with your feet against the headboard, ankles crossed on top of each other.

You really missed your best friend, you failed to realize sooner. Guilt was covering every inch of your being for how long you went without talking to her, without seeing her face. But she reminded you of a time where things were simpler and less magical, she was friends with someone you didn't think existed anymore; maybe that was why it took you so long to reach out again.

Would she notice the changes in you? Would your connection remain the same? You hoped to all gods that it would.

Because you needed a girl in your life, after being surrounded by alpha males every damn day.

"I have something that I need to confess–"

"Girl, if you’re pregnant, I swear to fucking god–" was where her overreactive imagination immediately took her, making you laugh.

"Noooo, not at all." you promised her with a wave of a hand. "But I haven’t been completely honest and I’m sorry."

"So you’re not in Dalju?"

The question caught you a bit off guard, as you were sure you only ever mentioned the name of the small town once, and she still held onto it. Maybe her memory was just better than yours, but you doubted it was the kind of information you'd retain so easily if the roles had been reversed.

"I am, just… I’m not alone." you started, watching her frown and nod so you’d go on. "Do you remember the seven men that kept coming into the coffee shop?"

Kimee gasped and it took a lot of effort on your part to tell her a summarized version of everything that happened up until this point. You left out all of the parts about werewolves and the supernatural things surrounding the pack, but even if you were allowed to tell her the truth, you doubted she'd believe you in the first place.

Your friend was a skeptic at heart, always pointing out the flaws in movies and fiction books that depicted alternative universes where vampires, dragons and werewolves were living beings.

So the attack at Moonlight became a mugging situation, the Southside wolves that were after you turned into men being creepy stalkers, and your running away was explained as needing some countryside calmness.

Your pack became a group of friends who took you in.

"Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m fighting off teens trying to steal gum and you found yourself a reverse harem–" and, of course, you being courted by seven alphas was excused as mutual attraction.

"It's not like that." you giggled, because it was almost exactly like that.

"How is it not?" the girl challenged and you almost had no answer.

"Well, it's not official. I'm not dating them." you pointed out, even though it felt like you were.

"Uh huh, technicalities."

"And…. It's not forever."

That part was particularly painful to bring up. You could only hope none of the others was listening to your conversation.

"Sweetie, nothing is." she continued while trying to be supportive.

"I mean I have to choose one of them." you nibbled on your bottom lip, offering the last piece of information you were allowed to share.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!" she wanted to know and her grasp made way to a yawn.

"It's complicated…"

"Is it? If they like you as much as you obviously like them, then I say just keep the seven!" she decided and you wished it was that simple.

"That would be selfish. Expecting them to share me." you groaned, more than a little frustrated.

"Aren't they sharing you right now?"

"Well, yeah, but thats different–"

"How?"

"They told me I have to choose. It's how it works–" you closed your mouth before saying too much,  cursing yourself internally at your almost slip.

"How what works?"

"Just– trust me. I'm not happy about this either." you mumbled, shoving your face into the soft sheets underneath you to muffle a groan.

"Okay, if you want to be ominous…" she squinted at you, but respected how vague you were being.  "Do you have any idea who you're choosing?"

"Not a fucking clue." your frustration was building up again as you tried to remain quiet enough. "They all make me laugh and make me feel safe, they all treat me like a queen and I hate how much I'm falling for all of them.”

The admittance came easily, bringing a new skip to your heart and heat to your neck.

“I have a solution for you.” Kimee stated and you weren’t sure if you wanted to look at her suspiciously or kiss her through the phone.

“I know I'm going to regret this, but what?” your head chose to remain wary, as your heart was ready to jump in.

“Choose the biggest dick.” it was the fact she could say that while keeping a straight face that made you burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m serious! Okay, maybe not the biggest, that might hurt too much in the long run–”

“God, I'm still aching–”

“You fucking slut, I was expecting you to say you havent seen their dicks yet!” Kimee cackled, making you turn down the volume on your phone. “Totally outed your hoe ass.”

“I didn't! Not all of them! In fact, just two!” you rushed to correct yourself, face burning at the thought of someone listening to the most unhinged conversation you ever had in a long while.

“Because you don't feel attracted to the others as much?”

“Definitely not that, just… the opportunity didn't present itself yet.” you nibbled on your bottom lip, avoiding looking at the phone screen.

“Babe, you're living in the same house as them.”

“So?”

“So! You haven't been calling me, you're not working– if you're not bouncing on someone's dick right now, you're wasting your time.” she pointed out, and maybe you just missed her too much, but it did make sense. Kinda. “Especially if you have to choose one of them. Go get them while you can!”

“I–”

A screeching, high pitched noise coming from somewhere in the house made you freeze and sit up. If you were a wolf, your ears would be twisting to locate the sound. You could almost tell who it was–

“I hear screaming.” was all you said, already getting out of bed. “I gotta go.”

“You what! Babe! Wait up!”

You’d apologize to your friend later, but someone in your pack was in distress and you had to find out what was going on. With your heart dropping to your stomach, you rushed out of your bathroom and down the stairs, but you were halfway across the house as you realized what it was.

“Aishhhh, you stupid little man, just jump, jump, juuuuuu-aaaaargh.” a very annoyed Seokjin was alone in the living room, you could hear his screeches as you made a small detour to pick up a water bottle from the fridge.

When you made it to the living room, you confirmed your theory and your heart started to settle as the alpha was very much distressed, but he wasn’t in any danger. Seokjin could get really passionate about his video games, which more often than not resulted in him yelling at the TV, much like he was now.

The man was wearing a simple white tee and black sweats, back pressed against the front of the couch as he rather sit on the floor. The console was in his hands as his knuckles were a little pink from his efforts, body swaying from one side to the other, as if it would help his racer know which side he should take to avoid obstacles.

Hearing you approach, Seokjin paused the game and turned around to look at you; face flushed, hair a mess. You watched as he fixed his posture and offered you a smile that tried to mask his embarrassment.

If you didn’t like how passionate he was about his little games, you’d tease him for all the yelling. But you liked it very much, so all you did was smile sweetly and climb on the couch from the back of it; a habit you picked up from Jungkook and that drove Hoseok a little mad.

“Hi, little doe.” the man greeted you, chest still heaving from his latest outburst.

“Hi.” you grinned as he tried to stay collected, making yourself comfortable while sitting behind him.

“Aren’t you cold?” he worried, looking at your bare legs, barely covered in your shorts, and the lack of a sweater, despite the dropping temperatures.

You only shrugged and justified yourself: “The pack is always all over me, you keep me warm enough.” you pointed out, uncasping the bottle to take a sip. “Where are the others?”

You could tell Seokjin was the only one still at home; if not for the lack of chaos and quietude, then for the tiny prick you could feel under your skin. You were doing much better now than you had in the past, with being separated from the pack, having one or more of them out of your sight. But you could still feel their absence and you missed the noise and their scents and having the others close.

“Namjoon and Yoongi-ah went to the market to get some things we ran out of, Kook went along to stop by a woodwork shop for supplies to fix Namjoon’s bed,” he started, bringing a heat to your cheeks at the thought of the broken bed. “Hobah, Jiminie and Taehyungie are out on a run.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” you reached to ruffle the alpha’s long, light brown hair. At least the others were split into groups, so they would look after each other. You wondered if Seokjin stayed behind to look after you.

“Did you talk to your friend?” he wanted to know, head leaning into your touch so you’d continue. “I know you were waiting for your phone to charge to call her.”

“I did, yes. I didn’t realize how much I miss her.” you admitted, dragging your nails against his scalp.

“Maybe one day she can come here to see you?” he offered, and you knew it was Jin trying to make you feel comfortable, as if this house was yours too. Little did he know you already felt that way. “We wouldn’t mind it.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t bat an eye at the very big dogs roaming around.” you giggled, wondering how your friend would react to a town made up solely by werewolves. And you.

“We can behave.” he scoffed, turning around to get back to playing his game as you talked. “You went, what, two months without finding out the truth about us?”

“I would have remained oblivious if Kook hadn’t been hurt that night.” you nodded, even if he couldn’t see it. “But does that mean you don’t know when we’re going back to Seoul?”

“We don’t feel comfortable taking you back there before the whole Southside thing has been settled.” he explained, changing the settings on the game to an easier version. “We’re obviously not giving you back to them, so even when we do go back, you’ll stay with the pack.”

His words and the way he said it brought shivers to your skin, making you croon. “You can’t just say that–”

“I mean it. Courting or not, human or not, you belong with us.” Jin shrugged and his shoulders never looked so wide and thick.

“I’m sorry I’m keeping you here.” you started, changing the direction of the talk to a safer one. “I’m sure you have things you should be doing, responsibilities that you can’t follow while being in Dalju.”

“Don’t be sorry, doe. We have been a little… preoccupied, but we haven’t forgotten about it.” he assured you, resuming his gaming with a little less screaming. “Namjoon’s been keeping contact with our allies, Yoongi’s friends are keeping an eye out for us as well. Besides, we would have to come here for the ceremony anyway, we always spend some time in Dalju. We’re not here just because of you.”

“Okay. I’m glad you brought me with you.”

You didn’t like to think about what your life would look like if you hadn’t met them, if you had stayed in Seoul. You’d still be living a meaningless life, never really feeling like you belonged anywhere. Yes, you’d be closer to Kimee, weird things wouldn’t be happening around you and within you, you’d still be working at Moonlight.

But the Southside wolves would still be after you, harassing you, and you didn’t want to entertain the thoughts of what they might have done to you, should you have been an easy prey.

You were mindlessly sipping from your water bottle, the cold water sliding down your throat refreshingly, watching as Seokjin got more into his game. He wasn’t yelling as much as before, but he was still making… Noises. The kind of noise that you’d expect to hear behind closed doors, not because of a game.

It made you wonder just how vocal the alpha was during sex.

Which was not the kind of thoughts you should be having right now.

Yes, you were alone in a big house, probably would still be alone for a couple of hours. But with Jungkook and Taehyung hogging the games most of the time, and Jin’s overall responsibilities with the pack, you didn’t want to take this away from him.

“Jinnie,” you softly called and he hummed in response. “Would you like some water?”

“Ah, yeah, thanks–”

The man lifted a hand to take your water bottle, but something inside you had a different idea. Something deep within your soul wanted to act out. To be a little bit of a brat. You were barely thinking about your actions, instincts flaring and making you tip your bottle at the back of Seokjin’s neck.

It was just a sip, really, but the cold temperature was still enough to make his whole body shiver, a surprised gasp to leave his lips, shoulders bunching, and–

The low growl that came out of his throat made dread cover your whole body, but instead of being scared of it, you felt excited.

You shouldn’t have done that, little doe.

It wasn’t Seokjin talking to you, making your eyes widen as you realized belatedly how much trouble you got yourself into. His head whipped at once, looking at you over his shoulder; yellow eyes glowing, teeth looking just a little longer as a new grunt made you shudder.

“Shit–”

Carelessly dropping the bottle on the floor, you moved in a haste, jumping out of the couch and running off as your giggles filled the room.

Wait. Seokjin’s wolf told him as the man dropped the game console and got ready for a chase. Give her a head start. Let her hide.

And wait he did, trained ears picking up on your footsteps and heavy breathing as Seokjin allowed his inner wolf to come to the front, to take control. Out of all pack members, he was the one who trusted his own instincts the most; his connection to his inner, most primal side, was controlled enough that he knew it would still be safe for you.

Maybe it was the way he was raised, maybe it was his position as the eldest of the pack. Whatever it was… He’d accept it with open arms. Especially if it meant he could play with you.

And you so obviously wanted to play with them.

Go.

Seokjin was up in an instant, as soon as the house was quiet enough for him to know you found a hiding place. It would have been too easy to rely on his senses alone, to follow your sweet sakura scent that would lead him straight to you. But that would make things too easy.

Instead, he tried to focus on your sounds.

You were holding your breath, or muffling it with something, as he just couldn’t hear anything. Seokjin looked for you in the kitchen, in the sitting room, almost going outside before he heard–

Your heart.

He’d recognize the fast paced beating everywhere, it was a sound that he listened to every day before bed, the only thing able to get him to fall asleep in peace. Even if you didn’t know he could hear you all the way from his bedroom.

Come out, little brat.

His wolf warned you, just because he knew your heart rate would grow louder, making Seokjin turn around and face the closed bathroom door. Jin really hoped he didn’t need to break it down to get in–

Oh.

Unlocked.

He almost turned the other way, not believing you would have forgotten to lock the door of your hiding stop. Unless you weren’t hiding at all. When his head peeked around the corner, Jin could see you inside the shower stall, pressed against the wall, eyes almost sparkling in the semi-darkness as the small window was the only light spot in the small room.

What a silly little prey. He stated, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, going as far as turning the lock. Trapping herself.

“Stay back!” you threatened. “I have a hose and I’m not afraid to use it!”

“You won’t–”

But you did.

With your heart in your throat, you pressed the trigger of the shower hose once, spraying Seokjin in the neck. The pressure was a lot stronger than you expected it to be, despite knowing you didn’t actually hurt him, you felt a little sorry. But you were too far gone to stop now.

Although, you should have known you were no match for a werewolf, which was made obvious enough as Seokjin pounced and was all over you in a second. You squealed and tightened your grip on the trigger, so the water stream coming out of the detachable shower head hit him all over. You fought him fruitlessly as he held onto your wrist to aim the cold water towards you.

“No! Stop!” you were screaming in a high pitch between laughs, squirming as his arm circled your waist to stop you from running away.

“Oh, so now you’re sorry?!” Jin was laughing too, dripping as he let the water drench you in retaliation.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry!”

You were all giggles and squeals, giving up on holding onto the shower head as he was obviously stronger than you. Even then, Seokjin didn’t let off, even when your clothes were sticking to your skin. You turned around to protect your face, back stuck to his surprisingly warm front.

“How sorry are you?” he demanded, spraying you with the cold stream every now and then.

“Very sorry!” you insisted, but you knew you had to do better than that. “I’m so sorry, alpha! I won’t do it again! But you were ignoring me with the video game and–”

The new growls you heard were low and too close to your ear, making you shiver and suck in a breath. The water was cut off as Seokjin pressed you against the cold shower wall, pulling gasps out of you as his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Were you feeling ignored?” he asked, concern obvious in his dulcet tone.

“Yes.” you lied, which he could probably tell. “You were being a bad alpha–”

Seokjin’s dark chuckle let you know he didn’t believe that for a single second, but you still pouted as you rested your hands on the wall in front of you, pushing your ass back.

“I’m so sorry, little doe.” he almost cooed, you almost believed him.

“How sorry are you?” you repeated his words back to him, biting on your bottom lip as you felt him press forward, something hard and long against your ass.

“Not as sorry as you’re about to be if you keep acting like a brat.” he warned and you pressed your lips together, forehead against the tile. “Turn around for me, baby.”

You did as he said, eyes stuck to the floor as you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you. It was easy to feel small next to Jin; not only was he taller than you by a long shot, wider in every sense of the world, but he was also the eldest pack member.

Namjoon was the leader, but Jin was the one you had to answer to inside the den. Even Namjoon bowed down to his hyung, respecting his authority. You were still learning to navigate the pack hierarchy, were still finding your own place as part of it. But something inside you was begging you to not get yourself in trouble with the oldest.

Gentle fingers lifted your face up so you’d look at him instead, finding no trace of yellow in his eyes, but a beautiful, dark brown color. His hair was pushed off his forehead and sticking is odd angles, wet strands darker than his usual chocolate color. His white tee was almost transparent, sticking to his surprisingly thick chest and–

“You have a six pack?!” you gasped, reaching to touch Seokjin’s stomach. There were so many bumps and ridges it made sense the few comments you heard from the others when they said ‘Jin hyung has the best body’.

“You sound impressed.” he chuckled, but you could see his red ears.

“That’s because I am.”

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” Jin’s tug on your chin was a little firmer as he made you look at his face and not his body.

"So are your lips…"

You agreed, prying your eyes from his collarbones, which you were longingly staring at, and climbed on your toes in order to reach his height. You held Jin by the sides of his neck, pressing your mouth to his. Seokjin’s hands held onto your waist as he pushed his body harder into yours, pressing you against the wall, giving you way out as his lips moved against yours, seducing you into parting them for his tongue to slip in.

The kiss was slow and wet, filled with twirls of his tongue and the grabbing of your soft skin by his eager hands. You didn't even feel cold anymore, drowning in his heat.

One of your hands slid down his front, tracing the lines made obvious by his wet shirt, cupping his cock as you reached his pants. Jin was hard and, to no surprise, felt long and thick in your eager palm.

His chuckle was delivered into your mouth before he pulled away from your lips and held your wrist so you’d let go of his erection.

"What makes you think you deserve my cock after the little stunt you just pulled?" he challenged, voice sweet as honey, head cocked to the side as you watched his mouth move; brain taking a while to catch up on the meaning of his words when you were already succumbing to the haze.

"What–" you whined, brows furrowing as you chased for his plump lips again, only to have his torso moving out of reach. "Alpha!"

Keep acting like a brat. See where it takes you.

The fact that the warning came from his wolf made your knees buckle and a moan to slip past your lips. He sounded so sure of himself, controlled and powerful. You wanted to give yourself to him.

"Keep your hands against the wall." Jin warned and you instantly pressed your palms against the cold tiles. In his quest to drive you mad, he continued: "If you touch me, I'll stop and walk away and I'll forbid the others from touching you for a week."

"You wouldn't–" you gasped, but his hard tone still made you rub your thighs together.

Try it.

"N-no, sorry, alpha… I won't touch you." you were shaking your head, wet strands of hair sticking to your face. Your nails scraped against the tile, the faint, grainy sound still being picked up by the man.

"Good little doe."

Seokjin watched you, studied you like a predator. He was the perfect picture of calmness, if it wasn’t for the small telltales of how much all of this was affecting him too. The flush of color on his neck, the flaring of his nostrils as he breathed in your obvious arousal, the twitch in his pants.

Patience wasn’t your biggest virtue, making you squirm against the wall, hips twitching in want and desperation. But you kept your mouth shut and your hands to yourself.

Your obedient behavior was rewarded when Jin’s hands got back to your body; fingertips circling your pebbled nipples over your damp shirt, making arousal pool harder between your legs as they started moving south.

You wondered if Jin could hear the pulsing of your pussy as his whole hand cupped it at once, the heel of his palm pressing down against your clit.

"Fuck…" your eyes closed as you stepped one feet away from the other to make more space for him to touch you.

But when his hand left you, you felt like you could cry out of frustration and desire. Only for his knowing chuckle make you clench as his nimble hands pulled your bottoms down your legs. Both shorts and ruined underwear falling heavy against the wet floor with a splat.

Jin grabbed your bare ass, pressing his body against yours, clothed erection hard against the naked skin of your hips. He kneaded your flesh as one of his legs pushed your knees apart wider.

"You smell divine right now." Jin’s lips were parted as he took big breaths, fingertips making intents on your skin. "Driving me crazy."

"So are you." you cried, nails hitting tile as you tried your hardest not to touch him. "Please…"

"We don’t have much time." he sounded regretful and you wondered if he could already hear some of the other pack members approaching the house. One of his hands made its way to your jaw, tilting your head towards him. "You're mine tonight. I don’t care if the others beg for you, I'll be the one fucking you senseless. Got it?"

You had no idea where any of this was coming from, were the soft spoken, sweet Seokjin was hiding. Or maybe this was his wolf taking over completely, as all you could see in his eyes was yellow.

The hard press of fingers in your jaw reminded you to answer him.

"I promise." nodding was impossible, but you still tried. "I want you. The two of you."

You heard growling, felt his chest tremble against yours. Seokjin looked off to the side a few seconds before you heard the front door closing shut and a muffled voice calling your name.

Yoongi.

Seokjin looked at you, as if challenging you to reply. While your heart clenched from not wanting to worry him, in case the other alpha wondered where you were, your body begged you to obey the very presence towering over you.

You bit on your bottom lip and Jin was obviously satisfied. As footsteps neared the bathroom, Seokjin reached for the shower faucet and turned it on, drowning out your sounds, or maybe just so that Yoongi would think you were just taking a shower and would stop looking for you.

The water was a lot warmer as it fell on the both of you, body almost instantly relaxing on the spot. The detachable shower hose was activated alongside the heavy stream overhead and the man reached for it before it could ricochet and hit the wall.

After a thought or two, his lips pressed against your cheek and his words melted you on the spot:

"Let me show you what happens when you behave, hm?"

You only nodded, no words coming to the forefront of your mind as Jin guided the stream of the detachable shower head to your lower stomach, thighs, and finally bringing it between your legs.

You let out a gasp as your eyes closed shut, the small click, click, click of the shower head letting you know the alpha was turning up the water pressure. His hand left your jaw in order to collect both of your wrists and pin them over your head, holding both there with one big hand.

"Oh, fuck, Seokjin–" you moaned as he angled the water stream just right for it to hit your clit.

"Nice, huh?" he leaned closer to you, lips barely ghosting yours as he carried on: "See what you get when you're good for me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be so good from now on--"you whispered.

Neither of you really believed that, but a new click was followed by the increasing of the water pressure against your clit. Your body was trembling as it was too much and just enough at the same time.

You were panting and gasping for air as Jin controlled the shower head; bringing it closer to your pussy, moving it further, playing with you to have you turning into a moaning mess.

"I'm gonna cum, oh my god–!" you whimpered, maybe too loudly.

"Cum for me."

Were the last words you heard before your whole body trembled and your knees faltered, but Jin’s hold on your wrists kept you upright. You were taken back by his strength as you writhed and squirmed, panting and moaning as your orgasm crashed into you.

Seokjin kissed you, hard and deep, to swallow down your every whimper, making you swivel your hips a little harder, moan a little whinier. Only when you gasped and squirmed in oversensitivity, he let go of the shower head, turning it off and draping your arms around his neck.

You were hesitant for a few seconds before realizing you were allowed to touch him now, hugging him and hiding your face in his neck. You licked at your favorite spot, dragging blunt teeth on top of it, hearing Seokjin growl and croon at the little bit of pressure your mouth added to the nibbles.