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ateezmakemeweep · 5 years ago

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mingi x reader; werewolf au

word count: 12k

angst, fluff, smut

if anyone knew the importance of finding your mate, it was you. because while everyone had one out there, the universe usually didn't make it as easy as deeming you next door neighbors or classmates.

except it had been just that easy for your parents.

your favorite bedtime story was the one of two wolves who lived next to each other, who knew the second their eyes met that they were meant to be.

all it took was two electric gazes meeting from across the lawn for them to run to each other, tackling one another in a hug with soft, excited giggles at just the age of 12.

"but how did they know?" you remember asking sleepily; the concept was something strange for a seven year old to grasp. you're not supposed to talk to strangers, let alone hug them and proclaim an undying love for them.

"it's just a feeling," your mom told you, pain and longing in her voice. "a feeling you'll never have felt before. that doesn't come until you meet him or her. it's something no one can really put into words."

and similarly, the feeling of losing your mate is something indescribable as well.

because just a month before you were born, your father died in an unexpected, devastating attack that nearly lost you your own life after your mom collapsed from the sheer pain and heartbreak coursing through her.

she had been fine one minute, the usual ache in her chest from when her mate was away, before every emotion and speck of energy drained from her body.

it had felt like her heart had actually, physically cracked down the middle and disintegrated.

she had been a shell of a person for the first year of your life, your grandmother and aunt tending to you and feeding you and loving you when she couldn't.

"if you ever find your mate, it's such a special thing," she had said again a few years later, when you were older and wiser and everyone at your school had just started to date. "you think you'll know love but it's...it'll be nothing like your mates, y/n. i just wanna warn you."

you had been pretty sure choi san was that person for you.

the second you met him, you were intrigued by his dimply smile and angelic aura. the way he was so kind and gentle despite having the ability to completely destroy people.

the two of you met by chance when you were 16, visiting a neighboring school for a basketball game that left you with a blush on your cheeks and san's number in your phone.

he took you on all sorts of dates, normal mundane kinds like the movies and dinner but also on runs through the forest or to the nearest beach; after all, what else clears humans out better than two massive wolves frolicking through the sand?

when your mom first met him, she hummed in approval and showered him with praises - she could tell he was sweet and genuine and loved you but she also knew that he wasn't your mate.

that he wasn't the one meant for you.

you didn't look at each other the way mates do, with the love and affection she had been so lucky to experience herself.

which is why the longer you two dated, the worse she felt.

it was only a matter of time before your real mate came along and completely altered your world and every feeling in your body.

and that day did eventually come.

you and san were laid out on your bed, legs tangled together and your head on his chest after a playful fit of chasing each other around your room. his phone had been buzzing for the past fifteen minutes, your curious gaze lingering to it every time the vibrations pierced your heightened ears.

"who is that?" you whine, burying your head in his chest like that's gonna be enough to not hear it.

"i'm sorry, love, the boys are chatty today," he says, snatching his phone and putting them on do not disturb after laughing at their slew of messages.

"how come i've never met them?" you ask him curiously a few minutes later.

"i... i don't know to be honest," he tells you softly, tightening his hold on you. "i didn't think you had any interest."

you turn to place your chin on his chest, looking into his soft brown eyes that hold the slightest hint of a golden swirl.

"i mean we've been dating for two years," you point out, lifting your hand to run it through his blonde hair. "i think it'd be nice to finally meet them."

"okay, they would love that," he says, closing his eyes and smiling at your touch. "they've been wanting to but i didn't want them to scare you off or steal you from me."

you giggle against him, lifting yourself up slightly to place a peck on the corner of his mouth.

"impossible," you say cheekily, "because in case you forgot, i kind of love you."

in a split second, you're on your back and he's looming over you. the golden swirls have now taken over his full irises, your teeth biting down on your lip to hide your excited smile.

"kind of?" he asks lowly, "what do you mean kind of?"

"what do you think i mean?" you ask teasingly, snaking your arms up to wrap them around his shoulders. "i mean i kind of love yo-"

your words get cut off by the sound of your giggles as he rises to his knees and tickles your rib cage. you plea with him to stop through your strangled laughs and yelps, withering under him as he admires your smiling face and loud giggles.

because even if you kind of love him, he thinks that'll be okay since he loves you enough for the both of you.

but come a few days, that's not gonna be enough.

because there's gonna be someone who rivals and exceeds that adoration, whose main purpose is to love and protect you and make sure no one gets in his way of that.

"mingi! what the fuck is wrong with you!" jongho huffs, watching his friend's leg bounce nervously as his eyes continue to roam around the room. "you've been acting like a psycho for the past ten minutes."

it wasn't until his name was shouted again that he was able to hear the boy, shaking himself from his weird daze.

"what?"

"did you snort crack?" jongho asks in disbelief. "what is with you?"

"nothing," he mumbles.

but it's definitely not nothing.

because for the past fifteen minutes, he's been trying to calm the stirring deep in his stomach. it came out of nowhere, one minute laughing with the boys and joking about finally meeting the girl they had been convinced san made up.

and then once the text pinged through that him and her were on their way, it started. an intense pulling and longing, the presence deep inside of him anticipating something (or someone, rather) it's been waiting for his whole life.

he tried to rationally pull himself out of it but the feeling was relentless.

it's like every sense was heightened, some weird protective, possessive part of him breaking through, a scent that was so foreign bringing him comfort.

now that he thinks about it, he had faintly smelt it on san's clothes before but never thought much of it. because now it's so much stronger, threatening to take over his entire being and he has no idea why.

"i really have no idea why you're so nervous, babe," san says to you, hands intertwined and resting on the middle console.

"i don't know!" you squeal.

except you kind of do, completely thrown off by this deep pulling in your stomach and chest. you had never felt this feeling before, something so all consuming and intense brewing in you.

almost like if you didn't have a handle on the being inside you, you'd be out of this car in a second and tracking whatever the hell was making you feel this way.

san pulls into a driveway just as he brings your hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on your skin that does nothing to calm you; if anything, some bizarre, unusual part of you feels the need to rip your hand away.

and that's when you know something's really wrong.

"it'll be okay. i gave them strict instructions to be on their best behavior, okay?" he says softly, offering you a sweet smile as he tightens his grip on your hand. you nod despite the chaos in your body, walking up the stairs into the house.

and then the second the door opens, a scent hits you that nearly knocks you on your ass.

"guys!" san yelps, smirking when he hears the stomps of feet running through the kitchen. you watch as a herd of boys barrel through the doorway, excited shouts of "hello" and "she's real!" in the foyer.

you take in the boys with an amused smile, watching them excitedly babble over one another and hit each other when one interrupts the other.

"see, this is why she was nervous to meet you," san grumbles as they scream at each other, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

"you were nervous?!" the boy named wooyoung asks, "why? we're nice boys!"

"of course you are," you laugh out, embarrassed. "i just... i know there's a lot of you and-"

"well, i don't think she thought we were a bunch of assholes, wooyoung," another boy bites, grabbing the back of the boy's shirt to pull him out of your face.

"how do you know, yeosang? she'd be right then because some of us totally are," he says playfully before poking the boy's chest repeatedly. "it's you. i'm talking about you."

"you guys are so annoying," a taller boy says, his striking eyes making you a little nervous. he holds his hand out and introduces himself as seonghwa before pointing out the rest of the boys.

"where's hongjoong and-" san begins to ask before something innate immediately causes you to turn your head to the doorway.

a shorter boy passes through before a taller one comes into view, his gaze snapping up to meet yours and it seems like all the air in your lungs leaves your body.

his dark eyes pierce yours and you both find yourselves unable to look away.

something in your body is screaming at you to run to him, intense and almost overpowering feelings of love and desire flooding through you as you stay trapped under this stranger's gaze.

neither of you hear the others in the room calling your names, you don't feel san's hand tapping you on your shoulder nor does mingi even see hongjoong attempting to tug him by the arm.

you can only stay looking at his dark eyes, just a few moments of staring and enchantment when you both realize what exactly just happened.

"mom? what's imprinting?" you suddenly ask as she's making dinner.

her stirring motion in the pot stops, placing the spoon down before she grips the counter.

"why- why do you ask that?"

this had been shortly after her telling you that you won't know what love is until you've found your mate. how finding your mate is such a special thing and doesn't compare to anything else in the world.

"my friend and her brother were fighting today," you inform her, thinking back to the heated discussion in the cafeteria that nearly ended in a bloodbath of canines and claws.

"she was mad because he imprinted on her best friend."

your mom licked at her lips before turning to face you.

"well firstly, she shouldn't have gotten mad at him. he couldn't help it."

when she sees your eyebrows pull together in confusion, she takes a seat next to you.

"it's something that happens when you meet your mate. remember how me and your dad knew right away, from just looking at each other from across the yard?"

you nod your head because how could you forget? it was a concept that confused the hell out of you. and they loved telling the story.

"it's at the moment that everything changes. you go from not knowing a person to having an almost unbelievable amount of love for them. an instant emotional and physical bond."

"what- what does it feel like?" you ask curiously. "does it hurt?"

she smiles softly at you, running her hand through your hair as she shakes her head. "not at all. it's a little... intense. and unusual. it's hard to explain, really. but when it happens, you'll know."

you watch as she goes back over to the stove, picking up the spoon to stir and trying to control the ache in her heart.

"you should tell your friend not to be mad," she hums to you again. "imprinting isn't something you can control. it's predetermined, something that's meant to happen."

"y/n?" san asks loudly, finally shaking you from mingi's gaze. "what the... do you guys know each other or something?"

mingi can't find it in him to talk, zoning in on san's hand on your arm and trying not to rip it off of you.

"i-uh..."

you look at san's soft, concerned gaze before looking back at mingi. his jaw is tense and his eyes are dark watching the both of you. you shyly move your hand away, feeling your heart wrench at the way the blonde's expression slightly falls.

"no. we don't."

hongjoong and seonghwa share a look, the only two with mated parents so they, too, know what just took place. san looks at mingi and notices his tense expression, about to ask if he's okay before he quickly turns back into the kitchen.

"what the-"

"he's fine," hongjoong quickly assures. "he wasn't feeling good before."

the smaller boy follows mingi through the kitchen, the rest of the friends looking at each other in confusion; nobody knows what exactly just happened but they definitely could tell it was something strange.

"anyway..." jongho says, the first to break the awkward silence. "do you wanna see me a break an apple with my bare hands?"

the boys let out a mix of annoyed scoffs and groans.

"we're all werewolves, jongho, we can do a lot more than that," yeosang says snarkily before turning to face you. "he goes to a school with humans and they think it's the coolest shit ever. they ask him to do it every five minutes."

despite the heaviness in your heart, you let out a small giggle and follow the boys into the living room where he may or may not have already lined up the fruits.

you and the boys hang out there for an hour, their incessant questions about if you need a drink or some food solidifying just how great they are.

you wish you could focus more on just how nice their company is, playful and fun and teasing with an obvious fondness in their eyes when they look at one another.

but your body is pulling you towards the other end of the house, san's hand resting casually on your knee as you watch a movie nearly making you go crazy.

"where's the bathroom?" you whisper to him.

he's about to get up and guide you when you push him back down, shaking your head as you softly assure him he doesn't have to come.

"through the kitchen and then it's on the right."

you follow the directions and you already know he isn't here; not only did your walk-through prove it, but your body hadn't worked itself into overdrive again.

you stare at the mirror and splash water on your face, clutching onto the counter as you battle with the being inside you.

you know this isn't one you're gonna win.

you can feel it in yourself, how intense and fervent this process is.

it really had to be the best friend of your boyfriend? how are gonna explain that to him? in what way is this gonna work?

because there's no solid reason to break up with san, he's done nothing but love and care for you and you don't wanna end things with him.

but the mere thought of rejecting your mate has your chest aching and stomach knotting; you know that's not a possibility.

"what am i gonna do?” you mumble to yourself, raking your hands through your hair as you let out a sigh.

you open the door after a few deep breaths when you're immediately greeted with the sight of a chest. your eyes move up and air immediately gets caught in your lungs when it's him standing right in front of you.

you share the same glances, feelings coming back tenfold and you're doing everything in your power to not throw yourself into him. just the way he's doing everything to not take you in his arms and growl at san that you're his.

neither of you know what to say, overwhelmed by the new feelings you're experiencing and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding them.

which is why, against everything in your body screaming at you not to say it, you blurt out "we can't."

his eyebrow raises as he looks down at you, a sarcastic smirk crossing his face as he breaks his gaze from you.

"i don't think it's that easy," he tells you lowly, pushing down his initial feelings of hurt and rejection.

he understands why you're saying it. san is one of his best friends and this is one of the worst case scenarios; but he's also able to understand that that's not a possibility.

he could just die a painful death right now, if that’s the case.

"it's gonna have to be," you squeak out before licking your lips nervously. "i...i can't believe this. how could this happen? out of everyone it had to be..."

he watches you ramble and it rubs everything inside of him the wrong way; not that he's imagined it a lot but this certainly isn't how he pictured his mate's reaction.

he had hoped for some sort of.... happiness. or relief.

so maybe that's why he snaps, "you know it's not gonna be so don't be stupid."

your eyebrows furrow at his snark. who does he think he is? mate or not, shitty circumstances or not, he doesn't get to be an asshole to you.

"i love san."

he can't even comprehend the amount of rage that fills him, his jaw ticking as his large hands ball into fists.

rejecting him would've been one thing but actually hearing you say you love someone else doesn't sit well with the... overwhelming, angry being inside him.

"no, you don't," he growls, taking one step closer to you.

"yes i do," you spat, wanting to push him back and shove yourself past him. "what do you even know?"

his hand immediately reaches up to your jaw, your eyes widening and heart racing at the contact; the warmness fluttering in your chest and stomach is a sharp contrast to the anger and annoyance you know you should be feeling in the human side of your brain.

"i know that you're mine," he growls lowly. "i know that we're not gonna be able to stay away from each other now."

the way your eyes fail to leave each other seems to prove him right. how you stare so deeply and fondly despite the anger and frustration building in both of you.

"well i also know i'm not gonna leave san," you tell him, despite every fiber of your being already convinced you belong to this man.

his hand tightens on your jaw as he brings your face closer to his, licking his lips that your eyes immediately fall to.

"that's not up to you."

your eyes narrow at him as you try to rip your face from his hold; he only tightens it and brings you closer, your warm breath wafting over one another.

"well, it's certainly not up to you."

his jaw ticks in anger and a sick part of you almost smiles upon seeing it. because you two barely know each other's names and you can already effect him like this.

"now let me go."

this whole encounter has him burning and screaming inside, wanting to just drag you into his arms and show him you belong there.

that his sole purpose is to be with you and have you as his.

he can't help but smirk at the determination in your eyes, like you're somehow gonna be able to fight this feeling ignited in both of you. he’ll humor you for only a moment, before dragging his thumb over your smooth face and hearing how your body hums in pleasure.

he watches in delight as you immediately react to him. how you lean into his touch ever so slightly and peer into his dark eyes. he allows himself to touch you, to take one final step closer till your chests are nearly pressed against one another.

"you sure you want that my pretty mate?" he hums lowly in your ear.

you swallow at the sound of his words and voice, now realizing just how deep and gruff it is.

"cause that's what you are. you're mine. and it's only a matter of time before-"

"stop," you warn breathlessly, hating the way you're already so... receptive to him and his touch and his words.

your hands move to his chest in an effort to push him back but he's so warm and large and you feel his muscles underneath your hands, you can only stay trapped by him.

"i could say the same to you," he quips, moving so your pressed against the wall and his body.

every rational part of himself is now out the window: this is his best friend's girlfriend and if san walked in right now, he'd be absolutely devastated - but he can't stop the words from falling from his mouth, his body from needing to be against yours.

"but you don't really want that, do you? because you know we belong to each other. you want me to touch you and make you feel-"

"please stop," you cry out quietly.

the battle inside you is far too intense, wanting so badly to relish in your mate's touch and give yourself over to him.

but you still have flashes of blonde hair and dimples in your mind.

the boy who’s��waiting inside for you and could come around the corner at any moment to see you pressed up against the wall about to go into heat over his best friend.

"i can't... we can't..." y

our knees nearly buckle when you look up and see his dark eyes on you, his chest heaving up and down and making your face grow warm.

his finger grazes over your blushing cheek, a deep growl bubbling in his throat at seeing his effect on you.

"but you're my pretty baby, y/n, i just can't let him-

you can’t.

you really can't.

you can't take his warmth and voice and words anymore and finally push him away from you. despite the screaming and yearning inside you to go back, you quickly shake your head and run through the kitchen and into the living room.

san looks up at you with a smile on his face, holding his arms out for you to come back under him and you're incredibly grateful that the lights are off.

you feel your heart break at the thought, still flushed and bothered for mingi but also cognizant of the fact you've been with this man for two years.

you can't just throw that away.

but you also can't deny your mate. your body and soul just isn't gonna allow it.

five minutes later, you see mingi coming through the doorway and hurriedly throw on a pair of sneakers.

"where are you going?" the boy who introduced himself as yunho asks him. "we're about to watch a funny movie."

mingi's dark eyes rake over your figure before falling to san's, his gaze narrowing on the boy's arm and resisting the urge to rip it right off his body again.

"out."

the boys look at each other in confusion; mingi never gets snappy with any of them but especially not with yunho.

"oooh are you gonna get food? can you bring us-"

"no," is all he growls, your eyes meeting one last time before the sound of the door slamming shut echoes through the house.

"geez, what's his problem," wooyoung mumbles lowly, "i just wanted some chicken."

san notices your body has tensed under his arm, your eyes trained to the door and causing a weird feeling to spread throughout his body; it's not until he sticks his hand in your face that you register the fact he's been talking to you.

"what?"

"is something wrong, babe?" he asks gently, concerned golden eyes staring into yours. you only shake your head like the world's biggest liar, reassuring him with a small smile before turning your attention to the tv.

a week later, an incessant tapping stirs you from sleep.

at first, you think maybe it's the patter of rain against your window or just the creakiness of your old house but then it becomes more persistent. more harsh.

and even fresh out of unconsciousness, the ache in your chest hits you with a vengeance - mingi had been right. it's gonna be hard to stay away from each other now.

the feeling just never goes away, that dull pain in your chest and constant worry about where your person is on your mind 24/7.

it's proven that once the connection is made and the entity within you knows, you're basically left powerless.

a particularly loud bang on the glass causes you to groan, going over to your window on the first floor and gasping at the sight in front of you. you quickly unlock and shove it open, sticking your head out with an incredulous look.

"are you out of your fucking mind?!" you whisper-yell. "it's two in the morning!" he only rolls his eyes, moving up to place his hand on the windowsill.

"what are you doing?" you ask, voice still low but abrasive. "you can't just-"

he lifts himself up with ease, pushing your window up higher so his large body can slide through. you watch in disbelief, him just climb up with ease and insert himself into your room.

"i had to see you."

a humorless laugh leaves you as you shake your head at him, resisting the urge to either smack him or throw yourself up against him.

you hadn't even realized just how on edge you'd been until now, how your entire body relaxes and calms in his presence. which is pretty amazing, given how irritated he just made you.

"so you thought sneaking in my window in the middle of the night was the best option?"

(you're not even gonna bother asking how he knows where you live since for the past week, your own self had been desperately trying to ignore the pulling and fervent desire to walk the trail to his house).

a smirk crosses his face as he looks around your room, eyes moving from your wrinkled bedsheets to the pictures on the wall to the desk overflowing with papers and knickknacks.

"cute room," he says quietly. you huff, placing your hands on your hips as he looks at you. the bright moon casts the slightest bit of light through your open window, your sleeping shorts and tank top on full display.

"why are you here?"

he swallows the lump in his throat, his eyes not able to leave you. he knew this would be hard but this certainly isn't making it any easier. seeing you with messy hair and exposed skin and hearing your voice shake like maybe you're going through the same thing right now.

"i...you know it's not my fault," he mumbles lowly. trying to keep his frustration to a minimum. "i was gonna go fucking crazy."

you feel his heated gaze on you and swallow down the desire that's creeping up, little whines threatening to leave your mouth as you look at him. so you're quick to sit back on your bed and move back to the side furthest away from him.

"so what?" you ask softly as you cover your legs with the blanket, "what are we gonna do about it?"

he plops down on the corner of your bed, putting his head in his hands before craning his neck back to look at you.

"i don't know."

you press your lips into a firm line, frustration and unease underneath all the overwhelming, and frankly obnoxious, love and desire for him. there doesn't seem like any right thing to do, forcing yourself to pick between someone the universe apparently made for you versus someone you've built up a relationship with.

"but we can't just ignore it," mingi says, ripping you from your thought m. "or else we'll just end up going nuts and fucking the life out of each-"

"oh, my god stop!" you squeal, throwing your hands over your face. the sound of his boyish chuckle causes your inner-being to flood with warmth and you can't control the smile that crosses your face.

there's a lingering silence in the room afterward, the both of you stealing glances at one another and your hearts constricting. this is usually an exciting thing, something that brings mates happiness and reassurance that they're not alone.

but it only leaves you both with sadness and doubt and the thought that if only you found each other sooner, it probably would've gone that way.

"i love him," you tell mingi quietly, "but i... I know it's..."

"not the same," mingi finishes lowly, trying to keep his voice calm and neutral even though it rips at his chest hearing you say that. in a daring move, he stands and moves to sit in front of you, trying to remain gentle so he doesn't cause another fight.

you don't dare move a muscle, you think you might even hold your breath, as his hand reaches out to rest on your cheek. "it's never gonna be the same."

tears prick at your eyes and mingi grits his teeth upon seeing it. because he thinks seeing you cry might be worse than the prospect of getting rejected.

"i know. and i'll tell him," you say shakily, "i will, i swear i will. i just...i want more time with him."

you look up to meet his gaze and the tears start streaming down your face when you realize how unfair and horrible that sounds for someone you're meant to love. but then you think about how unfair it is for san, who will have to deal with the fact that when you break up, you're going to his best friend who you're destined to be with.

"i know that's not fair to ask of you or even me," you squeak out, "and i'm lucky to have found my mate in the first place. but i can't tell him yet, i can't just break up with him and-"

knowing exactly what you need, he pulls you into his warm, hard chest and that's when the tears really come. because despite everything, it feels so right here. you wanna stay and bury your head in him and have his arms around you for the rest of the night. forget about needing to pick between him and another boy.

because you know san's are never gonna feel the same again.

"i get it, y/n, i do," he says, "even though it's not fair to him either. i just....i don't know how long i'll be able to hold off."

the smallest of whimpers leave your mouth and despite yourself, you press your head further into him. he shuts his eyes at the feeling, both of you feeling connected and content in a way only mates can in spite of the conversation. his hand comes to run itself through your hair, rocking you ever so slightly and humming against your head.

"but i'll try for you," he says suddenly. anything to get you to stop crying and whimpering against him. "a few more weeks, okay? i can...i'll try for you."

you nod your head against his chest, looking up to see his eyes are much lighter than the time you guys met. because now he's like a completely different person, sweet and patient and understanding.

he brings his hand to your face to gently wipe at your tears, placing a soft kiss on your head when you thank him softly.

and he did try. he really did. for the first three weeks. but then on an already particularly bad day, with a splitting headache from pestering parents and an even more pestering wolf, he snapped.

san had invited all of them over for the premiere of a new drama, since you and four of the other boys wanted to watch it. mingi sat on the chair farthest away from the couch, sneering and brewing with more and more anger as the night went on.

because san wouldn't stop touching you. his arm was always around your shoulder as you sat on the couch, his hand on the small of your back guiding you into the kitchen when dinner was ready, a chaste kiss to your head when he left to use the bathroom.

"he's gonna get his arm ripped off," mingi growled in your ear, his chest pressed up against your back as he takes a piece of chicken.

"stop," you beg silently, "i'm trying."

but you're struggling to find a balance. make it easier for mingi, who has no control over the harsh protectiveness and anger inside of him while also not hurting san's feelings.

"you're not, it's almost been a month, y/n," he tells you, the obvious troubled tone deep in your ear.

"i haven't been able to find the right-"

"how many times do i have to tell you, there's never gonna be a right time."

he hears the unique vibrations of san's footsteps and despite himself, pushes away from you and disappears into the living room. you grip the table and take a few breaths, your body wanting so desperately to follow after him. but instead san's smaller arms are wrapped around your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck.

"hi, love," he mumbles against your skin. you turn in his hold and smile up at him, poking his dimply cheek.

"hey. you want some?" you ask, gesturing back to the chicken. but his eyes fall to your lips, a playful smile crossing his face because "i want something," he says teasingly.

you scrunch your nose at him, attempting to turn to grab him a plate anyway when he tightens his hold on your hips. "just one," he whines, bringing his hand to your hair to tuck a strand behind your ear. "i miss you."

"i see you all the time, san," you say, humor in your tone despite the storm inside you. this doesn't feel right. you know it, she knows it and mingi all the way in the other room knows it.

so that's why when san leans down to place his lips on yours, just before they touch, he's all but thrown across the room. surprised shouts are heard throughout the house before hongjoong, seonghwa and yunho come barreling through the doorway to see san pushed back against the sink while mingi stands protectively in front of you.

"what the hell was that?" hongjoong asks, wide eyes looking from san to mingi to you.

san stretches out his aching back, staring at mingi in disbelief before a dark, angry expression crosses his face. "what the fuck is your problem?!" the blonde only gets three steps before mingi growls out a "no," moving his arm back to keep you away from the boy.

"mingi, stop," you whisper for only him to hear, but he's too far gone. fully consumed by the presence in him that's been brewing with his want to claim you and the frustration from not being able to because of san.

"don't touch her."

san lets out a humorless chuckle at mingi's words, continuing to move forward despite the angered growls and dark, almost crazed look in his friend's eyes. "are you out of your mind right now? she's my girlfr-"

you know his actions before he even does it, quickly moving around to stop mingi from charging at your boyfriend. your hands on his chest do little to calm him though, your soothing, pleading voice begging him to stop and look at you.

"mingi, please, you need to calm do-"

"y/n, get away from him," san says softly, cautiously, in fear of his friend's unusual state and loss of control. "he's not himself right now."

you look back at him with a small smile, shaking your head at him. "it's okay, san, he won't hu-" you start before mingi tries to pry himself from your hold without harming you. "i would never hurt her."

san narrows his eyes at the boy, raising a brow when he sees you take mingi's face in your hand and pull it toward yours. he watches as your gazes never break, an eerie silence in the room as he watches you, his girlfriend, calm down another man in one of the most strangely intimate ways he's ever seen.

but it works. because after a few minutes, mingi's tense back relaxes and he lets out a sigh. the blonde can hear quiet murmurs coming from your mouth but isn't able to make any of the words out. his eyes meet mingi's when he finally turns but neither of them say anything, san's golden eyes looking at his dark, glossy ones that look like they finally possess some control.

"what was that, mingi?" san asks gently. because it's just not in his nature, despite everything about him and this situation, to be abrasive or hold a grudge; he had known that wasn't all mingi.

"i-i don't know," he mumbles lowly, an embarrassed flush crossing his face at his loss of control. "i'm sorry, san."

and with that, the tall boy quickly leaves the room and charges up the stairs. you have half the mind to follow after him but know you can't. so you do what you're supposed to do, walk over to san and throw your arms around him in a hug.

"i'm sorry," you mumble against his shirt before rubbing slowly at his back. "are you okay?"

"i'm fine, babe," he says, the words muffled by his lips in your hair. "what happened? why did you-how did you calm him?"

and he should probably find it suspicious when you don't give him a real answer, just shrug your shoulders and tighten your hold on him. but he allows it anyway, pressing a kiss to your head while trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. he hears hongjoong call mingi's name, quickly followed by the sound of the front door slamming.

but then whatever suspicions he had are completely brought to the surface three days later when he gets a call that you were injured.

"what?" san frantically asks into the phone, "what happened to her?"

all the boys look up, mingi nearly snapping his neck because he already knows who he's talking about. he's felt it all day, something off and aching in his body more than the usual pain of being away from you.

"oh, my god, okay, i'm coming now."

san's quick to hang up the phone and rush around the room, the others frantic questions asking him what happened only background noise in his pounding ears. it's eventually seonghwa grabbing him by the elbow that rips him from his daze, choking out that you ran into a rival pack and they had bit into your leg.

"jesus, is she okay?" seonghwa tried to ask but mingi was quick to push past the boy and throw on his shoes. "where are you going?"

"i'll bring san," mingi chokes out, the older boy hearing the pain and anxiety in his voice and knowing exactly why.

"what? no, mingi," san says, the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice. "i'm fine. you don't have to do tha-"

"i think he should," seonghwa says, looking at mingi knowingly before back at san. "it'll be good for both of you to go."

and because san can't be bothered to ask why, he nods his head before rushing out the front door. seonghwa grabs mingi before he can do the same, the boy growling lowly at being stopped.

"relax," seonghwa says sternly, "you really have to tell him, you know."

mingi looks at the boy with a wide-eyed expression, wondering how on earth he found out until he remembers seonghwa's the child of two mates.

"you're really gonna talk to me about this now, seonghwa," mingi growls, ripping his arm from the boy's grasp before stomping outside.

the second san pulls up to your house, the taller boy is out of the car and rushing towards the front door. "mingi!" he hears san shout, hurrying over to catch up with him. the front door immediately opens and the boys are met with the presence of your worried mother, hair pulled into a ponytail with dark, puffy eyes.

"thank you for coming sa- who is this?" she asks, looking at the tall, unfamiliar boy.

"my friend, mingi," the blonde rushes out before peeking his head into the house. "where is she?"

"her room-" mingi pushes himself in the doorway before she can finish her sentence, san's eyes widening when he makes a beeline for your room. him and your mom share a confused look before the blonde stomps after him, calling his name repeatedly.

san enters your room and can only stare at the sight in front of him, your teary eyes focused right on mingi as he's bent down and soothingly running his hand through your hair.

"what happened? who did this?" the boy grunts, his body tense as his protective stance curls around you.

"it was an accident, mingi," you mumble out, sticking to your story in an effort to not cause any problems.

"don't lie to me," he growls in your ear, despite the gentle way he takes your face in his hand.

san doesn't know what to think or how to react watching this, knowing he should probably be quite furious or upset right about now. but then he feels your mom's presence next to him, her eyes on mingi and you before a gasp leaves her mouth.

it goes unheard to the both of you who are too engrossed in one another, his finger stroking your cheek as you lean into his touch, but the blonde is quick to turn his head, watching as tears spring into your mother's eyes.

"are you okay?" he asks gently, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. but she can only look at the boy next to her, feeling her heart ache horribly for him.

"i-i'm fine, san, thank you," she says, though anyone can clearly hear and see that she's not. "excuse me."

san's eyebrows furrow at your mother's crying, retreating figure before it lands back on you and mingi. his friend is still kneeling by you, his hand in your hair and quietly spoken voice causing him to feel uncomfortable now; you hadn't even noticed him in the doorway yet.

"anyone mind telling me what's going on?" san asks, trying his best to keep the edge out of his voice.

your eyes widen upon hearing his voice, completely forgetting your mom had told you she was calling him before your ripping your face from mingi's hold.

"san," you say breathily, cringing at how guilty you sound.

he tries to approach you before mingi stands up, shielding your body with his and pushing at san's chest. and that's when the boy loses it, letting out a string of curses and pushing the taller boy with all his might to the side.

"what is with you," san sneers, "you seem to be forgetting she's my fucking girlfriend, mingi!"

but instead of humbling the boy, it only appears to piss him off more. because then he stomps over to san, looking down at him with uncontrollable rage in his dark eyes.

"stop calling her that."

"what, stop calling her my girlfriend? that's what she-"

"she's mine."

the way he growls it out is so intense and should make you mad. but against your wishes, your body floods with happiness and warmth and you have to disgustingly resist from smiling in triumph.

"what are you talking about?" san asks, eyes darting from mingi to you. "y/n, what is he talking about?"

your eyes gloss over almost immediately, a sickening contrast of your other side taking over now and feeling like your world is crashing down. just a month ago, you would've only wanted san here. to hold you and comfort you and make you feel better the way he always did.

but now you can't even get the words out and be decent to him. because that will make everything official and make it know you belong with-

"we're mates," mingi growls out suddenly, taking him by the shirt and pushing him away from you. "she's my mate and i'm hers."

the first strange encounter you both had pops into his mind, the way you stared at one another, completely blocking out him and the others boys. the way mingi couldn't ever be around the two of you and the way you were so ready and able to calm him down.

"you...you imprinted on my girlfriend, right in front of me?" san eventually growls out. "what the fuck is wrong with you!" the boy's small hands come up to shove mingi back but he hardly moves, standing his ground but not fighting back.

"it wasn't my choice, san," he explains lowly, "it just fucking happened."

"isn't that what all cheaters say?" san spits, looking from mingi to you. "that it just happened?"

your face falls at him calling you a cheater, sitting up despite the weakness and pain plaguing your body. "it-it wasn't that like, san, i swear," you say, voice wavering as you're on the verge of tears. "we never did anything."

"then how did he know where your room was?" he asks, voice raising as he fights against mingi to talk to you. "why didn't you tell me the second you knew?"

"because i didn't wanna break up with you," you cry out, "i love yo-"

"don't say that," the boy snaps, "don't lie to me anymore."

"i'm not lying," you cry, tears breaking through and starting to gather in your eyes. "i do, san."

"but you knew you'd have to pick," he says, mingi's hold on him loosening as he feels san getting weaker and himself gathering more control. "and you knew it'd be him."

the room falls silent because everyone knows that's the real, sad truth here. that two years of an unmated connection pales horribly in comparison to just a single day with the person you're meant to be with.

"you're talking like i have a choice here," you say softly, brokenly, trying so hard to keep it together.

something between a sob and a laugh leaves san's mouth before he rips himself from mingi's grasp, looking at the both of you as he shakes his head. "why the fuck wouldn't you just tell me, y/n?"

his scream echoes through your room and you swallow the tight, knot stuck in your throat. you've never ever heard san raise his voice in all the time you'd been together, not even at the tv during a sports match or when you'd beat him at a video game.

"don't yell at her," mingi growls.

"you," san growls, pushing at mingi with all the strength he could muster. "don't fucking talk to me."

the blonde's gaze flickers to you as more tears gather in his eyes. "either of you. i never....i can't look at you both right now." you watch him wipe at his face when he turns around and rushes out of the room, your pathetic broken calls of his name falling on deaf ears.

but you suppose this is what you deserve. because it was a selfish idea to begin with, to just keep up your relationship until you were ready to say goodbye despite knowing you'd have to as some point.

"y/n..." you hear mingi say, walking toward you and trying to lay you back down.

"no."

"he had to know."

"and i should've been the one to tell him," you scream, shaking your head at him as tears stream down your face. he reaches down to wipe at your face but you turn your head away from him, growling out another "no."

"baby..."

"leave," you demand, facing the other way because you know the idiotic, blinded, stupid creature inside you wouldn't be able to ask after looking at him and hearing him call you that.

"you know i can't," he whispers lowly.

"well find a way," you snap, "because i really don't want you here right now."

but because he's mingi, because this is the obnoxious, arrogant, stupid, person deemed your mate, he sits on your bed. you don't even have the energy to yell at him again, instead burying your head into the pillow and allowing yourself to cry.

cry for san and the love you once had for him. for the way you dealt with this situation and coming to terms with the fact he might not ever forgive either of you. that you can't even hate the fact that you fall asleep to the gentle feel of mingi rubbing your back, cooing to you softly until he hears your breaths turn even.

you ignore the tapping at your window for nearly two weeks after that, your heart screaming at you to just go over and open the window for him. but the ever-present reminder of the look on san's face causes you to persevere, wallowing in guilt and anger and embarrassment.

your dreams are plagued of the moment every night, like you're outside of your body watching it all happen. and then, just like every night, the tapping on the window corresponds to the pounding of your frantic, breaking heart watching the boy you loved for two years leave the room.

you flail awake and let out an annoyed huff when you're immediately met with tap after tap after tap. you rip yourself from the comforter in an angry fit, because not only are the dreams driving you mad but so is the obnoxious wakeup calls at two in the morning.

the window flies up and you stick your head out, not at all surprised to see mingi standing there with his arms crossed.

"look who finally decided to answer."

"i was hoping you'd take the hint but apparently not," you growl at him, "so let me make it clear. i don't fucking want you here."

you attempt to slam the window shut before his hand reaches up, your body automatically halting so you don't hurt him. you groan out in frustration, wanting to smack the smirk off his face when he realizes what just happened.

and just like the first night he did it, he slips in your room with ease and closes the window after him like some perfect, polite gentlemen. he turns to see you sitting cross-legged on your bed, arms folded over your chest with a sneer on your face.

"i gave you your time," mingi's deep voice says, sending shivers down your spine as he walks over and takes your face in his giant hand. "but this isn't gonna happen again. do you understand me?"

you swallow nervously despite yourself, the dark command and look in his eye igniting a fire within you.

"what's not?" you ask breathily, "you fucking me over?"

"you ignoring me," he grits out, tightening his hold on your face. "i don't think you realize how crazy i've been going."

"i don't think you realize how much i don't care," you snap, even though you've been going just as crazy.

a gasp leaves your mouth when you're pushed onto your back, mingi's large body looming over you. "watch it," he growls, "you've done nothing but push me since we've met. you're supposed to be good for me."

"or what, you won't give a treat?" you say sarcastically, narrowing your eyes at him. "i'm not a dog."

his eyebrow raises at the irony of your statement before his hand trails down from your jaw to your neck.

"i know you're not," he mumbles, trailing his long finger up and down your warm skin. "you're my pretty little ma-"

"don't," you breathe out. because the way that statement would've effected you is something beyond your control. especially given the distance you two have had on top of your compromising position.

"why?" he hums lowly, his finger pressing down on your pulse point. "do you like hearing me call you that? my pretty little-"

"mingi," you say, hoping to sound firm but not even realizing the way you're arching your back under him. he smirks in an attempt to hold his composure, replacing his hand with his hot mouth.

"i've been wanting to mark you up so bad," he says lowly, placing a kiss on your sensitive skin. "but you've been making this so hard for me, haven't you?"

you only swallow nervously in response, lust and desire creeping up on you way too fast.

"answer me," he says. but he doesn't even give you the time before he pulls his face back and slams his lips on yours.

you immediately groan at the sensation, your body rippling with hot pleasure as you meet his kiss naturally. it's a messy first kiss, something completely animalistic and intense that feels too much and not enough.

"you're really not a good listener, are you," he hums against your mouth before planting his lips on your neck. you gasp out when you feel his tongue swipe at your skin, tipping your head back even more to give him access. and he knows it too, you can feel the smirk one his lips when he pulls back.

"mingi," you whine again, feeling yourself losing the ability to be snarky and tell him off as you become more and more submissive. "please."

"please what baby," he hums lowly, slipping his large hand under your shirt to rub at your skin. he smiles against your neck when you let out a strangled sigh that quickly morphs into a loud moan when you feel him start sucking.

"oh, my g-" his hand moves from your stomach to your mouth, your wide, lustful eyes flying to his.

"i wanna hear you, baby, i really do," he says lowly in your ear, "but we can't wake up your mom, okay?" you nod your head at him before he reluctantly takes his hand off your mouth. he takes in the flush covering your cheeks with a feeling of pride in his chest.

finally.

finally he's able to connect your lips and feel how well they fit together, relish in the way your tongues collide and the way you respond to him so well. arching your back, raking your fingers through his hair and pulling at the black strands.

he's finally able to trail his lips down your neck and leaves bites all over it, every time he disconnects his mouth growling out "mine," and every time smiling when you cry out underneath him.

but after one particularly loud one surely to wake your mother, he slaps his hand over your mouth again.

"what did i tell you?" he growls, arousal pounding in his veins as he feels his hardness pressed against your hot core. but then you look at him with dazed, glossy eyes and he really loses it, an animalistic growl leaving him again when he pulls your face to his.

"you know what this means now, don't you," he mumbles, his eyes boring into yours before over your hickey covered neck. "tell me you know, you look so pretty like this."

you can only nod your head, your chest heaving up and down because you want more. but he just won't shut up or even rub against you in the slightest.

"mingi, can you please-"

"tell me what it means," he demands, "i wanna hear you say it."

you throw your head back in frustration, the ache building between your legs as any notion to take control is drained from you as you lay on your back for him. your mind is foggy with desire and lust and you just want him to-

"y/n," he says roughly, grabbing both your wrists and holding them above your head in one hand. "tell me who you belong to now."

"you," your whiny voice cries, arching your back and attempting to grind your hips into him. "you, mingi. always you."

and that really does him in, causes him to rip your t-shirt and shorts right off your body before his head dives between your legs and causes you to muffle your screams with your hand. you watch him eat you out like a starved man, holding your hips down with his hands so hard you know you're gonna be bruised tomorrow.

but every bit of it was worth it. because soon your mouth was on him, sucking and licking and bobbing on his cock before he pushed you onto your back and had you moaning "yours" into the hot, sweaty skin of his neck.

a few weeks pass when your phone starts vibrating in your pocket, the bags in your hand plopping onto the counter when you take it out. your heart starts to immediately pound upon seeing the name as you shakily accept the call.

"hello?"

"y/n," the voice says, "you need to come to the house. now."

"what-what happened?" you stutter out, not liking the fear and urgency in the boy's tone.

"please just come. mingi's...mingi's going crazy and i think he needs you."

and that's all you need to hear to forget about the rest of the groceries and grab your key from the hook by the door. you hear the faint sound of your mom calling you from the living room but you're already out the door and rushing to your car.

"i'm coming. i'll be there in ten minutes, okay?"

"okay," he breathes out, the way his shaky voice steadies making you feel a bit better. "thanks y/n."

you turn on the car before wiping your seatbelt on, racing out of your driveway with your phone in hand. "thank you, san."

you're in such a daze on the ride to the house that you can't even grapple with the fact that was the first time you and san have spoken since that fateful night. that san's voice didn't hold any malice or animosity and that you didn't even think twice about your circumstances with him when you heard mingi needed you.

that's how you make the trip in half the time it usually takes, thanking whoever's above that there were no cops around. you run into the house and hear the commotion as soon as you walk in, mingi being held back by yunho, seonghwa and jongho.

"mingi," you say softly, seeing his eyes are dark and full of rage as veins stick out of his neck and forehead.

but his shouts and withering stop immediately upon seeing you, the three boys holds instantly loosening before he makes his way over to you.

"what happened? is everything alri-" but his arms are tightly around you before you can get the words out, your head in his burning chest that is absolutely too hot, even for him.

"mingi, you're burning," you say, voice full of concern as you try to pull away from him to look at him properly. but he only tightens his hold, burying his face in your hair and keeping you locked in his arms.

you finally wrap your arms around his and it's like thats what he needed to fully relax, his breaths even on your head as you hum quietly into his chest. your questioning eyes meet san's for a split second and you see he's looking at you both thoughtfully, so incredibly different from the last time he was watching you two.

but your focus in on mingi right now, rubbing his back and cooing lowly as you hear the boys filter out of the kitchen. you don't know how much longer mingi keeps his arms around you, the both of you just standing there in each other's arms and his head inhaling the scent of your hair.

"i can't lose you, ever," is the first thing his gruff voice says.

you pull your head back and he surprisingly lets you go, looking up at him with a confused expression - where had that come from?

"you're not gonna?" you say, licking your lips as you reach up to fix his messy hair. "what happened?"

and it's then he tells you a rival pack came by, notorious for getting under their skin and causing full on bloodbath fights. and usually all of the boys were good about staying out of it, ignoring the stupid remarks with eye rolls or cursing.

but this is the first time a mated member was in the mix, the obvious scent and aura around mingi immediately causing one particularly brave boy to speak out and use you to get him angry. because that's all it took for mingi to lose full control, morph and bite right into the wolf's neck.

mingi's wolf form was beautiful, a large black animal with piercing dark eyes that would send a cold chill down anyone's spine. but it was his sheer size that made him so alluring and intimidating, most people looking at him and running away with their tail between his legs on a normal day.

but on a day where someone had just mentioned his mate, said they're eager to track you and see what has him so hooked? that ended with the silky black fur stained with blood and a reminder to never utter your name again.

"a chunk of his neck?" you squeal in disbelief, "mingi!"

"you're really surprised?" he mumbles, his body relaxed and calmed by your warm presence. you look up at him with a sarcastic expression, the coverup you've been using for the past week doing next to nothing to hide the purple bites and bruises on your neck.

"you're gonna need to control that, you know," you say softly, trailing your finger across his chest gently.

"no," is all he says, picking you up as you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist.

"what do you mean no?" you whine, "you have to listen to me. i'm your mat-"

and apparently, that effects him just as much as you. because his lips meet yours in a kiss that you can't help but smile into it, his tongue slipping in before he walks over to press you up against the wall.

"your friends are here, you psycho," you mumble, but making no moves to unwrap yourself from him.

"you say that as you clench your legs around me," he says back teasingly, pecking you on the cheek before placing you back on your feet. you hit his chest lightly as a giggle leaves your mouth before the boys barrel through, telling you everyone's going outside for a sad game of baseball.

"baseball?" you ask as you walk towards the backdoor, "isn't that a vampire thing?"

the boys fall dead silent at your question, turning around to look at you incredulously.

"what?" you squeak, confused as why they're looking at you like you have five heads.

"vampires aren't real, y/n," yunho says, lifting his hand to your forehead. "are you feeling okay?"

mingi's quick to smack his friend's hand off your face, both you and the older boy shooting him a chastising look.

"but in twilight..." you begin to say before a ceremonious sound of deep groans fill the yard.

"you're not seriously talking about twilight," jongho says with disgust.

"okay, it's not a bad movie," yeosang mumbles lowly, six hands reaching out to smack his head.

"he's right, it's not," you agree, smiling at yeosang approvingly. "you know, seonghwa, you actually kind of give off a vampire vibe."

"oh?" the boy asks, "how so?"

"enough about vampires!" jongho yelps, stomping his foot and successfully showing himself as the youngest member. "let's play now."

yunho, mingi, and jongho decided to play a very unfair game against hongjoong, yeosang, and hongjoong. san had insisted on sitting out since you only wanted to watch and wooyoung was coming late. you caught mingi's gaze ever so often watching over the both of you but he made no attempts to come over, for which you were grateful.

because you were able to properly apologize to san, acknowledging that you were completely wrong and selfish and he didn't deserve to find out in such a sudden way.

"it's okay, y/n," he says softly, smiling over at you with the dimples that still tug at your heart a little bit. "i know you must've been confused and overwhelmed."

you nod your head, watching mingi throw his head back in laughter when hongjoong misses the ball for a second time.

"i was," you tell him, looking at him to see his gaze has been on you. "and i was sad. everything happened so quickly and it didn't seem....fair for any of us."

he can only hum quietly, watching his friends hit into one another and completely cheat. the silence between you isn't exactly uncomfortable but you think he has more to say. you can tell by the way his hands are folded into one another, cracking his knuckles every few seconds the way you always used to chastise him for.

"i'll admit, i didn't understand it at first," he says. you look at him in confusion before he clarifies.

"mates and stuff. i had only heard the term imprinting and knew it had to do with that. but i didn't know it just...happened. that you had no control over it."

you can only nod your head, a sad smile on your face because you could've been the person to tell him that the second you found out.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you," you say, "it...probably would've made a lot more sense if i explained everything to you."

"it's okay," san says, his eyes holding such the tender softness they've always had. "your mom did."

"you," san growls, pushing at mingi with all the strength he could muster. "don't fucking talk to me."

the blonde's gaze flickers to you as tears gather in his eyes. "either of you. i never....i can't look at you both right now." he wipes his face angrily when he feels the tear trail down his cheek, tearing out of your room and stomping straight towards the front door.

but when he rips it open, he's met with your mom hunched over on the bottom step crying quietly. he takes a deep breath, trying to control the heartbreak and rage and confusion in him before he plops down next to her.

her face drops when she sees san's tear-stained face, quickly forgetting about her own woes; she has a pretty good idea of what just happened.

"did they keep it from you?"

san snaps his head to look at the older woman, his teary eyes roaming her equally red and wet face.

"yeah," he sighs out, running his hand over his face and biting down on his lip harshly. "i just....i don't know why."

the woman's heart breaks for him. because not only did it happen but she just knew it would eventually; but it doesn't make it any less painful or sad to see.

"i'm sorry, she was wrong to keep that from you." she says softly, genuineness dripping in her tone. but the blonde can only shrug his shoulders, keep his teary face down to gather his composure enough to drive home.

"i always told her how important a mate's love," she says, "she loves you, san, she really does. but....it's something so different."

the blonde shuts his eyes at the knot in his stomach hearing those words leave her mouth. because if it's that important and different, he was spot on about his assumption you'd pick mingi over him.

"me and my husband were mates, you know," she says and he can hear the change in the woman's tone immediately; he had known your dad died before you were born but that was all. the boy looks up to see her looking at the house next door, a sad smile on her face as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"it's why losing him nearly killed me. it really felt like i had died, like there was nothing left in my body. i still feel like that somedays."

because the heartbreak never goes away, it just gets easier to cope with.

"it's an overwhelming feeling, when you first see your mate and then when they're away. you can barely stay focused because every thought is consumed by them. and then when you finally see them, you never wanna leave."

san listens to your mom's heartfelt words, her eyes not once leaving the yard next door. but then she turns to look at him, wet tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes as she sends the heartbroken boy a small smile.

"i'm not saying she was right, she was wrong and i'll be talking to her about it," the woman tells him, the blonde cracking a smile at her. "but i hate to say they really have no choice. rejecting or denying a mate is almost as bad as one of them dying. it's a bizarre but all-consuming connection."

in san's weakened state, he's tempted to ask if a wolf can have two mates. but he already knows the answer is probably no and if that were the case, he would've imprinted on you the second your eyes met in the sweaty, stuffy school gymnasium.

so he can only ask if everyone has a mate. because he hopes that one day, he'll able to have something with someone the way you and mingi do. or your parents did.

"she'll be so lucky, san," you tell him, tears in your eyes from listening to him rehash his and your moms conversation. he smile at you softly, feeling his heart warm and knowing that it's gonna take some time for his body to stop reacting to you.

"he's lucky," the blonde says with a smile, craning his neck towards mingi who just managed to smack himself with the bat. "but something tells me he knows that."

and it's at that moment mingi's eyes meet yours, locked in the usual trance before he calls a timeout in the very professional game. he quickly makes his way over and looks sees the tears in yours eyes, loving gaze turned hard when he looks at san.

"i didn't do anything, you psycho," san grumbles before a smirk plays at his lips, "in case you forgot, she was mine fir-"

one minute the boy's playing baseball are huddled together and the next, san's body is thrown the air and barreling into them. their heads turn to see you dragging mingi by his ear, san's laugh ringing through the backyard a clear indication he luckily wasn't harmed by your psychotic mate.

"he was asking for it using the word mi-"

"shut up," you snap, bringing him inside and slamming the door behind you. you turn around to look up at him, hands on your hips as you stare at his slightly flushed face.

"i'm sorry," he says, his hands moving to your hips and bringing you closer to him; he can even admit that might've been a little dramatic.

"i don't think you are," you say, looking up at him and trying to hold back the smile threatening to make its way on your face by just looking at him; it's sickening really.

"you're right," he says, chuckling when you smack his chest lightly. he lifts you up and walks you back into the kitchen, plopping you down on the counter and standing between your legs.

"what do you think you're-"

his lip meet yours, successfully halting your words and smiling against them when you laugh against him. he deepens the kiss, causing you hum lowly before he disconnects his lips and presses them to your neck.

"now why are these covered, baby" he says against your skin, "you know that's not gonna do."

"mingi, don't you dare."

you see the challenging look in his eye, darting yours from him to the doorway before quickly jumping down and running past him. but he catches you by the waist almost immediately, throwing you up and over his shoulder with a squeal before leading you upstairs.

and when he throws you on the bed, it only takes an embarrassing five minutes for you to promise you'll never cover up his marks again.

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