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neonlights92 · 5 years ago

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CHANGE: Chapter I

When the feud between EXO and Bangtan escalates beyond control Bangtan’s leader Kim Taehyung sees only one solution: a marriage of convenience between a member of Bangtan and a member of EXO. Park Jimin was not born into Bangtan but has slowly become an intrinsic part of Taehyung’s trusted inner circle.

And that is how Jimin finds himself married to you; EXO leader Xiumin’s little sister. You’re not like any other woman he’s ever met before; fierce, angry and talented with a switchblade. When you first meet Jimin you’re left angry and disappointed.

Except slowly, things change. And despite yourself, you find your heart warming to the idea of falling in love.

A/N: HERE IT IS FOLKS!!! The first chapter of Jimin’s story... ready for consumption :) Please tell me what you think!!!!! I’m so excited.....

Warnings: Violence, language and eventual smut

Thank you to @aestheticallydestruction for the banner!!!!

You glared at your brother from across the mahogany desk of his office.

You were pissed.

So pissed.

“This is fucking dumb,” You growled to your brother Xiumin, eyes narrowed into slits, “I’m not doing it.”

Xiumin sighed heavily, rolling his eyes, “You have no choice, Y/N. I’ve already told Taehyung the plan is going forward.”

You shook your head feeling something angry bubble in the pit of your stomach, “I thought we made decisions together.”

“They’re agreeing to give us fifty percent of Gangnam. That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

“So you roll over like a bitch?” You snorted, “And now I have to fucking marry one of them?”

Your brother tugged a hand through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose, the way he always did when he was angry. You waited for his reproach; some kind of biting remark intended to force you to crawl back into yourself.

But it didn’t come. Instead his eyes seared straight through you.

“Y/N. Things haven’t been going as smoothly as I’d like since my transition to capo. An alliance with Bangtan could be just what we need.” “Min Yoongi killed Chanyeol.” You spat out bitterly, trying to remind your brother of the kind of people he wanted to deal with, “They’re monsters.” “So are we. We’ve all killed in cold blood. And according to Yoongi, Chanyeol was planning on raping his wife. I would have done the same thing.”

You couldn’t believe what your brother was saying. Chanyeol had been his best friend. Was he willing to forgive his death so easily, just for a measly fifty percent of Gangnam?

“Xiumin-” “All’s fair in love and war, Y/N. They did what they had to do. As did we.” His eyes were like steel - cold and frosty. You knew this conversation was over, “And now we must move on to the next chapter.”

There was a long beat of silence. You stared at your brother, trying to collect your thoughts.

He’d raised you to despise Bangtan, the same way your father had raised him to hate everything Bangtan stood for.

You’d always viewed them as the enemy and you thought Xiumin had shared that sentiment. Now it seemed, things were different.

“So what do you want me to do?” You asked eventually. There was no room for argument - when Xiumin was like this, that was how things were.

As much as you liked to view yourself as a team, the truth was Xiumin was the boss. He was the capo of EXO and as vital as you were to him, when it came to it, his decision was final. It was something you’d hated growing up, but it couldn’t be helped.

“You’re to be married to Park Jimin.” Xiumin answered, passing a manila file to you, “The wedding will take place at the end of this month. But Taehyung and I have set up a meeting prior to that, so you can officiate your engagement.”

“Park Jimin.” You knew exactly who that was before opening up the file.

Park Jimin was Bangtan’s silver tongue. He dealt with the rich and elite. He was the best in the business.

Everybody who was anybody knew who Jimin was.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You flicked through the photos Xiumin had given you, “Isn’t Jimin one of the ‘special seven?’”

The special seven was the term you used to describe Bangtan’s innermost circle of members. It was the people Taehyung trusted with his life.

“He is, that’s why this is important Y/N. I’m giving him one of my own, and he’s doing the same.” Xiumin assessed you carefully, “I need you to make this work, okay?”

You knew what your brother was insinuating. Xiumin had tried to marry you off in the past, but every time had failed. You had reminded him time and time again that you were not to be trifled with; most women in the mafia were used to a life of being told what to do. But you refused to be that way.

You hated to admit it, but you knew that the fact you were Xiumin’s sister had a lot to do with the way you lived your life. But you refused to be a wilting wallflower, despite what others expected of you.

“Isn’t it enough that I’m agreeing to this marriage?” You answered gruffly, shoving the file on Jimin back to Xiumin, “What else do you want me to say?” “You’re not agreeing to anything, Y/N. I’m the Capo, and my word is law.” You glared at him for a moment, and then decided it wasn’t worth it.

“I’ll make it work.” You told him eventually, “But you better warn him that I’m not a welcome mat to be walked all over, and I will not be treated as such.” Xiumin nodded, and sighed heavily, “This is the right thing for EXO.”

You stood up quickly, throwing your leather jacket back over your shoulders and clicking your tongue, “I sure as hell hope so Xiumin. You better be right about this.” “The meeting is set for next Monday. Wear something nice.” You rolled your eyes.

This was going to be anything but easy.

The first time you met Park Jimin you were surprised.

In the photos you’d seen of him, he seemed softer than anything you could have imagined, and yet now there was a hardness to him that seemed to emanate from his skin. His eyes were dark and stoney, and he was almost inhumanly handsome. Something about him seemed to be dangerous, but you couldn’t put your finger on what.

“Jimin. This is my sister, Y/N.” You were sat at a restaurant, awkwardly staring at each other from across the table. Taehyung seemed to be observing the situation carefully, and your brother was no better.

“Hello Y/N,” Jimin spoke after a moment. His voice was smooth like honey, “It’s nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is all mine,” You answered, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed at you, and your brother nudged you painfully.

He’d warned you on your mouth before today’s meeting, but it seemed you couldn’t help it. Jimin didn’t seem upset or surprised by your contempt.

“Are we happy with the deal, then?” Taehyung spoke after a moment, directing his question to your brother.

You bit your tongue. You weren’t happy, how could you be? It wasn’t that you wanted to marry for love; it was that you didn’t want to marry at all. Least of all to someone like Park Jimin. He seemed about as willing to fight as you were to love.

“Fifty percent of Gangnam.” Xiumin took on his business voice, “And an heir for Park Jimin.” You wanted to pull a face at that part, but decided against it. The truth was Jimin was attractive, and you imagined sex with him wouldn’t be utterly repulsive.

You could give him a child.

“Then it’s agreed.” Taehyung turned to Jimin and nodded, “The wedding will happen at the end of the month.”

You watched Jimin carefully from across the table. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, despite how hard you tried to read him. It was something you had always prided yourself in; your ability to figure people out, and yet Jimin was like a puzzle to you.

“Do I have a say in anything?” The question slipped out of your mouth almost unintentionally, but you weren’t embarrassed or mad at yourself.

Taehyung turned to you, and despite yourself you had to admit his glare was intimidating. He rose a dark brow.

“Excuse me?”

You tried to calm your hammering heartbeat. It didn’t matter how strong you thought you were, this was the capo of Bangtan you were dealing with. Kim Taehyung was one of the most nefarious criminals in Korea. His nickname V came from the fact that he enjoyed carving the letter into the chests of his enemies.

“Isn’t the bride supposed to have a say in her own wedding?” The words tasted like acid on your tongue, “Or am I expected to just let everyone else do it for me?”

Your brother glare was burning into the side of your face, but you set your jaw determinedly. You’d told him you would make it work, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to raise at least a little hell.

“Sure.” This came from Jimin, surprisingly. You turned to him and he shrugged, “If you want to organise it then it’s all yours. But that’s less than a month, you know. Weddings are stressful affairs, believe me.” When he smiled, you cursed him for how attractive he looked. It was like he was glowing.

“I want to choose my own dress.” This was the condition you had set yourself when you’d agreed to Xiumin’s proposition, “I don’t care about anything else.”

Taehyung’s eyes were dark and brooding, and you avoided his stare. He was probably angry at you, but you wanted to show that you weren’t a walkover. You wanted to show you had at least some strength.

After a moment, Jimin nodded, “Alright. You can choose your own dress.”

There was a long stretch of silence. You felt uncomfortable, but your eyes wouldn’t move from your future husbands face.

“There will be an engagement party at the end of this week.” Xiumin stated, and your gaze moved to connect with his, “At the Hilton.”

“Great,” You smiled sarcastically, and bit your tongue when you brother kicked you under the table, “Can’t wait.”

But despite the anger you felt boiling in the pit of your stomach, there was something undeniably attractive to you about Jimin. You convinced yourself it was because you can’t read him; you couldn’t place him, and therefore he was interesting to you.

Like a plaything.

You couldn’t look at him any other way. Feelings were dangerous in your world, and you knew this better than most.

And things would only get a whole lot more complicated.

The evening of your engagement party, you found yourself locked up in your bedroom, hoping against all hope that things would fall through. You’d had a few days to get used to the idea of being Mrs Park Jimin, but nothing seemed to soothe your wild imagination.

You didn’t want to marry him. You didn��t want to marry anyone let alone your sworn enemy.

Xiumin had told you countless times that this was the way things were. You couldn’t argue with him, and you hated that. So what if he was the capo? Wasn’t he your brother first?

But it didn’t matter how many times you tried to convince him out of it, your marriage to Park Jimin was going forward whether you liked it or not. And tonight you would have to parade around on his arm, and allow yourself to be treated like a fucking trophy, just so his ego could be inflated.

That was what men in the mob were like; angry, cold and above all egotistical.

You knew men like Jimin. Despite what he might have wanted you to think - that was hard to read, that he was different - you knew that ultimately they were all the same. Callous and indifferent.

But you refused to get burned.

“Are you ready?” Xiumin asked from the other side of your bedroom door.

You stared at yourself in the full length mirror, rolling your eyes at the make-up your brother had insisted you wear.

Your maid, Rose, had wrapped you up in a tight, blue dress and you felt almost like you couldn’t breathe. The skyscraper heels on your feet were uncomfortable to say the least, and you had complained that you weren’t used to this kind of thing - you were much more comfortable in jeans and combat boots - but Xiumin wouldn’t listen.

You had to look every part the doting fucking wife, whether you wanted it or not.

“Yes.” You grumbled, tugging a hand through your sleek hair, “Coming.”

You unlocked your bedroom door and stepped out, watching as your brother appraised you. He smiled when he met your eyes.

“You look good. Rose did a good job.” He gestured towards the front door, “Now let’s go.”

The ride to the party was quiet. Your brother drove and you sat yourself in the passenger’s seat, trying to ignore how your dress kept riding up your thigh.

“This is stupid.” You grated out after a moment, “Why do I have to dress like this?” Xiumin rolled his eyes, as if he had been waiting for your complaints, “Because you are going to be the wife of a very important man, Y/N. You need to look the part.” You hated how backwards the mafia was. How they expected you to look and act a certain way, even though that wasn’t who you were.

“Couldn’t I have at least worn sneakers?” He chuckled at that, “C’mon. You look nice, Y/N. Honestly. It’s a posh party, we’ve all had to dress up.” You had to admit, he had a point there. Xiumin himself was in a tux, and the guards escorting you to the party had been in suits as well.

“I’m going to miss you,” You said after a moment, feeling a lump in your throat form at the genuine affection that rushed towards you. Despite your bickering, you loved Xiumin. He was the only person in your life who had ever shown you anything close to love.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Me too.” “Everything’s going to change.” He shot you a quick look, “For the better Y/N. Believe me.”

You weren;t convinced, but the car pulled up to the Hilton, and you didn’t have time to discuss things any further. You climbed out of the car, and tucked some of your hair behind your ears.

“This is it,” Xiumin whispered to you as he moved to stand beside you, “Let’s do this.” You slid your arm through his, and let him guide you up the marble staircase, trying to calm your sizzling nerves. You didn’t know why you were so nervous. You’d killed men before, stared them in the eye before plunging knives and bullets into their hearts. You were ruthless when it came to EXO, you took no prisoners.

And yet now with the prospect of an engagement party looming over your head, it seemed you couldn’t calm yourself down.

As you passed through the double doors of the hotel, you were surprised to see another member of the special seven waiting in the lobby, a very pregnant woman holding onto his outstretched arm.

Jung Hoseok’s bright smile was not something to be trifled with. His innocent demeanor hid deeper rivers, and you had heard the horror stories about the kind of man he was. The rumors of his dishonourable discharge from the Korean army had not fallen on deaf ears.

And yet, stood in front of you, helping the pregnant woman climb the ornate staircase towards the conference room, you had to admit he didn’t look very scary at all.

“Hoseok,” The woman grunted, “This is your fault you know. You put this fucking child in me.” Hoseok laughed at her grumbling, “You weren’t complaining about this nine months ago, baby.”

The woman, who you now recognised as his wife, rolled her eyes, “You’re an idiot.”

“I told you not to wear heels.” He pointed at the contraptions on her feet, “Take them off baby. I’ll carry you.” “Don’t be stupid.” She shook her head, “Just help me up these fucking stairs.” Hoseok laughed again, and after a moment his wife started giggling too, when the two of them spotted you and your brother. The laughter cut short, and Hoseok’s glare darkened.

“Xiumin.” He grunted, and then his gaze moved over to you, “Y/N.”

“Hoseok.” Xiumin nodded stiffly, “It’s a pleasure to see you again. Good evening, Mrs Jung.” His wife smiled wryly, and you watched as she tightened her hold on her husband’s arm.

“We’ll see you in there.” Hoseok said shortly, shuffling his wife up the stairs quickly.

Your heart dropped. That woman had been frightened of you. Not just of Xiumin, of you too. You didn’t know why you cared. You were a cold-hearted killer after all. And yet… the look in her eyes - the way she’d frozen at your entrance… something in your chest caught uncomfortably.

“Let’s get this over with,” Your breathed out heavily.

The two of you entered the conference room, and immediately you felt the divide between the members of EXO and the members of Bangtan. It was like an invisible line had been drawn right through the middle of the room and neither side dared to cross over.

“Xiumin,”You recognised Baekhyun’s voice - one of your brother’s most trusted friends, and a high ranking member of EXO - and looked up to find him travelling across the room, “Y/N.” He smiled at you and you returned the gesture.

“Well this isn’t awkward at all,” You quipped, eyes scanning your surroundings quickly.

Baekhyun laughed and rolled his eyes, “Right? It’s kind of frosty in here.” You chuckled as well, but your brother seemed less than amused.

“Jimin is over there,” He nodded towards your fiance, who was stood by two doors that led out into the balcony, scrolling through his phone, “I think you should go talk to him. It’s proper etiquette.” You wanted to tell your brother where to shove his proper etiquette but decided against it. The truth was, he was probably right, and you could tell he wanted some time alone with Baekhyun. Probably to discuss your upcoming nuptials.

“Fine.” You answered shortly, whipping away from them and making your way across the room. You ignored the way other members of Bangtan watched you critically, and kept your eyes locked on Jimin.

He didn’t notice you until you were right in front of him.

“Hi.” He cocked his head to one side, “I didn’t see you come in.” “Well that would be because your more interested in your phone,” You replied shortly, crossing your arms.

Jimin smirked and quirked a brow, before slipping his phone into the pocket of his jacket. He shrugged.

“Do you want to join me on the balcony?” You grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waitress and then turned back to Jimin. He was waiting for an answer, and you rolled your eyes, “Fine. Let’s go then.”

Jimin pushed one of the glass double doors open and waited for you to pass through. You hated that he was so polite - it didn’t really suit his mafia persona - and scoffed.

“What, is it the 1800’s? You know women can hold their own doors open.” “Well that’s the last time I do anything nice for you,” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but you didn’t care.

Perhaps your attitude was a bad idea - after all, you were going to have to spend the rest of your life around this man, it probably wouldn’t hurt to try and be nice to him. And yet, you resented everything he stood for. You resented the fact that you’d had no say in this marriage.

“You know I don’t want to do this,” You turned towards him sharply, and gestured between the two of you, “Get married. I never wanted to marry anyone, certainly not a member of Bangtan.” Jimin raised a brow. He licked his lips, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but notice how plush they were. You shook those thoughts away.

“This is what is best for both of our families, Y/N. Are you going to spend the entirety of our marriage making my life a living hell?” You shrugged, and knocked back the glass of champagne you were holding, shoving it into his hands, “Probably.”

The air was fresh on your face, as you stared at him, waiting for a barbed response; something that would fight the fire you felt burning so strongly in your chest.

“So what, is this a part of your whole ‘act’?”

You clicked your tongue, “Act?” “Yeah. Your tough girl act. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” He tugged a hand through his platinum blonde hair and sighed heavily, “You think this will somehow scare me away? Make me not want to marry you? Have you forgotten who I am, and the kind of people I deal with on a daily basis?”

The knowing look on his face pissed you off so much. Why was he pretending that he knew anything about you at all? You were strangers.

“So you’ve got me figured out, is that what you’re trying to say?” You snorted, shaking your head, “Typical.” “Excuse me?” “Mob men - you think you know everything.” You felt your throat clamp up - not from sadness, from anger - and you had to bite it back almost viciously, “You think I haven’t had to fight for my right to anything, my entire life? I don’t want to be another Bangtan wife… or EXO wife… I want to be a free fucking agent. I want to live my life the way I like, without having some egotistical prick lording over my every movement.”

“I see you’ve already decided you know everything about me,” Jimin was cool and collected and you hated that, “Guilty of the same crime.”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be a woman in this world.” He nodded, and you saw a flash of softness in his eyes - but it was gone before you even properly registered it.

“You’re right, I don’t know.” He fixed the lapels of his suit jacket and shrugged, “But that is how it is in our world. I didn’t have much choice in this matter either, Y/N. Taehyung didn’t ask me if I wanted to marry you - he told me I was going to do it.” You hadn’t thought about that before. You bit your bottom lip.

“I hate this,” You said honestly, “I really do. This whole fucking thing’s a joke.” Jimin’s face was unreadable, and it annoyed you. Why couldn’t he show you something… Anything that would make you feel less crazy? Why were you the only one getting upset?

“Well that doesn’t matter, unfortunately.” He told you honestly, “We’re getting married at the end of the month, whether you like it or not. And you will have to provide me with an heir.” You glared at him.

“Doesn’t mean I have to fucking like it though.” You answered bitterly, sweeping away from him angrily, and stepping back into the conference room.

You felt something angry catch in your chest. You knew you’d probably fucked up - after all, your brother needed this, and you’d promised him you’d make it work. And yet… something about your inability to understand Park Jimin had pissed you off.

How dare he stand there and act like he was better than you! As if you were acting like an insolent child…

You hated feeling powerless.

“Y/N.”

You turned at the sound of your name, and rolled your eyes when you noticed it was Jimin.

“What do you want?”

He smiled - so sweetly you knew it was fake - and passed you the empty champagne flute you had tried to leave him with, “You left this behind.”

Despite the anger you felt fizzing in your veins, you didn’t want to make a scene - not in here, not with your brother watching. So you took the glass without a word, glaring at him hotly.

Before you could say anything else, Jimin reached a hand up to your face and tucked some of your hair behind one of your ears. You felt yourself freeze at the action.

What the hell was he doing? “Relax,” He whispered, smirking, “It’s all a part of the show. Right?” You wanted to push him away and tell him to leave you alone. Who the hell did he think he was?

And yet… his eyes were so warm. And his hands were soft against your cheek. You hated yourself for it, but were you enjoying this?

“I’ll see you soon… Fiance.”

And then, without another word, he pressed a kiss against your forehead. You tried to ignore the thumping of your heart as he pulled away and winked.

“You’re going to regret this,” You grunted, when he turned away from you and floated towards Taehyung, who had apparently been watching your interaction very carefully.

It was at that very moment you decided that you hated Park Jimin.

God.

This was going to be fucking tough.

#reader x jimin #slow burn #enemies to lovers #mafia au #jimin #park jimin #kim taehyung #hoseok #readerxjimin #jungkook #namjoon #fanfiction #bts #bangtan #fanfic #kpop #fluff #angst

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kernelmeow · 7 years ago

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Your head tilts in assessment, trailing over his quiet expression, down his naked body. It lingers on his spent cock, knowing that a graze of your finger would again harden him with lust and need, and so easily find yourselves in the throw of illicit passion.

#finishing this readerxjimin oneshot #park jimin #bts fanfiction #smut #readerxjimin

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crackerjackmercenary · 6 years ago

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Northern Lights

© CrackerJack ━────────────────────────────━ Series Rating: E-M (See each Chapter for Detailed ratings) Warnings: (See each Chapter for specific warnings) Progress: Not Written Yet | Work in Progress | Completed Series Summary: Upon getting the merchant job at his family’s flower shop, that needs you to look after the shop while he focuses on his work at the police station. One day you realize time just keeps disappears on you, with no memory of what happened in that time. Where did all that time go? You always find a white rose beside your bed each morning after one of those gaps in time, making you unsure of it being real or not. You also seem to can’t remember nights you spent with other people anymore, like it’s slowly decaying your memories. Will you find out answers to the gaps in time missing? Will you find out about the decaying memories? ━────────────────────────────━ Chapters in Details: Coming Soon Chapters: Coming Soon

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redhairedhobi · 7 years ago

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Flower Petals

Tell me the story of the boy.

The one who had the stars in his eyes.

Who sputtered and gasped;

Drowning in his emotions.

The boy who smiled and tried his best,

More than his best

And blamed himself for crashing.

He denied his limits and pushed himself too far

Too many times.

Perfection.

His undoing.

He wept when his human flaws showed, wishing for

Better.

Always striving for more.

But not for himself,

For others.

To make them happy.

His life - worth their smiles?

His happiness for theirs?

He built walls named standards and flawless

Mortar of guilt, exhaustion and darkness coated each brick.

He crumbled, while the bricks stood unperturbed.

Tell me the story of the girl.

The one who drew the stars on her wrists.

Accustomed to the darkness.

She gave free smiles

And those who laid eyes on her wrists

Chuckled at the 'cute'.

Blind to the true meaning.

Her demons howled like the wind

Fears and insecurities a storm

She was caught in the cataclysm.

She denied her demons,

Always searching to kill others.

Maybe then she could fight her own.

Burden.

Her undoing.

She ran away, shielding the world

From her tears

And scars

And quick heavy breaths.

She wished for

Normal

So she could live.

She painted a mask of sunshine; fake.

She was shattered, while the mask remained intact.

Tell me the story of them.

Walking parallel

Never meeting for an infinity.

Until

They collided.

Tripped in the halls of school.

A place of learning to live; they learned to retreat into themselves.

Living meant affecting others.

Their eyes met, and suddenly they were alone.

But not a bad alone,

It was...different.

A glance, a chance meeting, a class together

A seating arrangement

A phone call

An evening together.

They taught each other love,

Trust,

Hope.

They slowly chipped away their

Walls, masks

Until there was nothing left to trap them.

Freedom.

Their salvation.

Amidst the barren land of the world, gloomy and grey,

Stood two bright flowers.

And one day, each petal will be plucked.

With the words "loves me, loves me not."

Perhaps it won't be love,

But something better.

Validation.

She gave to him.

He gave to her.

And they learned how to breathe

And see

Through the dark.

Light.

Blinded them, frightened them.

But together?

It seemed a little less scary.

Hand in hand, they went.

And found pieces of themselves they had lost

In a garden of colours.

Half blossomed and full bloomed flowers.

#bts #bts imagines #imagines #bangtan sonyeondan #beyond the scene #bangtan imagines #writing #writeblr #this is a personal imagine #but by all means #use your otp #my work #original #readerxjimin was the intention #sorry for the long af wait i had a life and exams and writers block

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 3 years ago

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Jimin x reader by you just be hitting different 🥺🥺🥺😍😍

#THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON #readerxjimin is my favorite to write too 🥺#asks #answered

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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I just always thought of you as Jimin’s dom 🤷🏾‍♀️

PLS i wouldnt know how to dom jimin if i tried. im actually trying to write a dom readerxjimin fic and STRUGGLING!!!!

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jmnjmnjmn · 4 years ago

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Being Friendly | Jikook x Reader oneshot teaser

Being Friendly a.k.a. 31 Days To Get Over A Crush

Pairing: Fratboy!Jimin x Sororitygir!Reader x Fratboy!Jungkook

Side: Fratboys!BTS, Sororitygirls!BLACKPINK

Key words: pov, f2l, university life, greek life

Warnings: heavy drinking, jealousy

Masterlist

It’s coming very soon and I like it a lot.

“Why are you here?” She finally asked me, still smiling, but no longer chuckling.

“I wanted to talk to you.” I said, stepping closer once again. “About last night.”

“What about it?” She asked, cocking her eyebrow at me.

“I liked it.” I said leaning my face closer to hers, putting my hands on either sides of her shoulders on the wall behind her.

“Mhm.” I sighed at her half-ass answer. “And?” This time I raised my eyebrow at her teasingly.

“And I wanna do it again.” I said, looking deeply into her shining eyes.

“Why don’t you?” My body reacted faster than my brain when I heard her words. Within a second our lips were connected again and I was tasting the sweet cherry taste of her chapstick.

“Wait.” She breathed out against my lips and I pulled away, only a centimeter. “I don’t- I don’t wanna be fuck buddies or anything like that. I’m not really-”

“Me neither.” I cut her off, scanning her face hungrily.

“Then what do you want?” She asked and I smiled at the pleading audible in her voice.

“I wanna be exclusive.” I cupped her face in my hands. “With you.”

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neonlights92 · 5 years ago

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CHANGE: Chapter II

Except slowly, things change. And despite yourself, you find your heart warming to the idea of falling in love.

A/N: ENJOY!

WARNINGS: Language and smut

The next time you saw Park Jimin, it was on your wedding day.

As had been decided, the only thing you had any creative control over was the picking of the dress. Everything else was more or less a surprise to you.

Your parents were both dead - killed in a car-bombing orchestrated by Bangtan when you were just a child - and so Xiumin was going to walk you down the aisle.

As you waited in one of the back rooms of the church, you felt something akin to nerves sizzle through your veins. The truth was, this was close to the worst day of your life. You felt sick, and like something angry had taken home in the pit of your stomach.

“It’s going to be alright,” Xiumin tried to comfort you, “This is what’s best-” “For one second… For one fucking second, can you just be my brother?” You turned sharply to face him, tears welling in your eyes, “Stop saying how this is what’s best for EXO, and understand that I don’t want to do this. Just...Please.”

Xiumin’s dark eyes softened a shade at the desperation in your voice. Your brother was callous, sure, and at times he was impossible to deal with, but he was all you had.

“Alright.” He nodded gently and came towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug, “I’m sorry Y/N. I know how tough this is for you but… you’re going to do great. You always do great.”

The words melted over you slowly, and you let yourself settle in his embrace. You could count the times Xiumin had hugged you on one hand so you appreciated it.

He moved away from you and though you’d never dare mention it, you noticed a mistiness in his eyes, “I’m proud of you. I love you.” He’d only ever said that to you once, the day your parents died. It was all you’d needed, and you never asked for reassurance again.

“Thank you Xiumin.” You cleared your throat and wiped at the tears, “I love you too.” There was a moment of softness between the two of you and you found yourself smiling, despite the discomfort in your chest.

“I’m going to miss you.” He nodded, “Me too.”

A knock at the door broke the two of you out of your reverie, and you watched as it opened. Kim Taehyung was stood on the other side, as dark and intimidating as always.

“It’s time.” He told you both, eyes carefully assessing the situation, “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

“Come on, then.”

You and Xiumin shared a final look, as Taehyung led you to the back of the church silently. You could hear your heart thrumming in your ears, and you felt so completely out of your depth. You were so used to violence and anger and carnage. But this? This was something completely different to you.

Everybody in that church was going to be staring at you in a moment. Everybody was going to be judging you - and soon you would become Mrs Park Jimin.

“Good luck,” Taehyung muttered quietly, as he slipped through the stained glass double doors and took his seat at the front of the church.

And then, after a moment, the music started. You turned to Xiumin and he nodded.

“You’re going to do great,” He told you, “I promise.”

The double doors swung open, and you were revealed to the entire church - all four hundred guests. The left side was spilling over with members of EXO, and as Xiumin led you down the aisle, your eyes found Baekhyun’s.

He was smiling at you warmly, and that gave you some encouragement. You felt yourself relax slightly, before your gaze moved to connect with the grooms.

Jimin was standing at the front of the church, looking as completely dazzling as always. You hated how handsome he was - hated that despite everything you knew about him and his kind he still caused your heart to trip over itself.

He wasn’t smiling at you, but he didn’t necessarily look upset. His eyes were neutral, two dark pools of chocolate boring straight through you.

When you reached the front, and Xiumin handed you over to him, Jimin’s lips quirked up slightly at the side. What was he playing at? You refused to return the gesture, working on keeping your face as stony as you could. But you weren’t as good at keeping your emotions in check as Xiumin was, and you knew that Jimin could probably tell how nervous you were.

A few minutes into the service, you felt him squeeze your hand. You raised a brow and he nodded gently.

“You’re doing great,” He whispered to your surprise, “Just relax.”

You didn’t know why he was telling you that - and in any other circumstance you might have even been annoyed at him for assuming you needed encouragement - but at that particular moment you were grateful. Despite yourself, you felt the side of your mouth shoot up gently.

“Thanks.”

The rest of the service continued on, and eventually you could feel your nerves sizzling out. You hated yourself for it, but Jimin’s reassurance, and the fact that he was here, with you, kind of helped.

It didn’t change how you felt about him of course, but it made things a little easier.

When the words, “You may now kiss the bride,” were finally said, you felt a huge wave of relief crash over you. It was over.

Jimin smirked and pulled you towards him.

“Sorry about this,” He whispered, before pressing his mouth against yours in a hot kiss.

You’d only ever been kissed by a few men in your lifetime - most of them sloppy kisses behind bars, drunk or high. But this kiss was like electricity. You hated yourself for leaning into Jimin’s lean chest, but you felt yourself doing it almost unconsciously, enjoying every moment of his lips on yours.

He tugged a slender hand through your curls, and after a moment, when he pulled away, you felt yourself gasp for air a little bit. You knew you looked dazed, but you couldn’t help it.

That kiss had been ridiculous.

And he wasn’t sorry at all.

He smiled teasingly at the look on your face and bit his bottom lip, “Welcome to the family, Mrs Park.”

What the hell had you gotten yourself into? //

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” You glared at your husband, “Shut up.” You hated the fact that you had to sit beside him, whether or not it was your stupid wedding reception. Everybody kept congratulating the two of you, and you forced a fake smile onto your face, pretending not to listen to Jimin’s stupid remarks.

“Just admit you enjoyed kissing me and I’ll shut up,” He told you after a moment, looking at you over the rim of his wine glass.

“My mother taught me not to lie,” You grinned sarcastically, “So no, I won’t admit anything.”

The truth was, of course, Jimin was right. But you couldn’t help that your body had responded to him. And you would never ever admit that to him.

“You know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives doing a lot more than kissing,” He raised a brow and chuckled slightly, “So you might as well start to enjoy it.”

The remainder of your wine was gone as you knocked it back quickly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol buzz it's way through your system.

“God. Don’t remind me.”

You stood abruptly, rolling your eyes at the smirk on Jimin’s face. He seemed to almost enjoy pissing you off.

“I’m going to go and dance.” You informed him sharply, “I’m tired of listening to you.” “Not without me you’re not,” He stood with you, smile widening at the glare you set on him, “Oh come on. We’re the bride and groom. I can’t leave my beautiful wife all alone to dance on her wedding day, right? What would the neighbours say?” You hated that he was trying so hard to make peace with you. That despite the fact that the two of you had been forced into this marriage, he seemed to want to make it work.

That was not what you wanted, and you’d made that clear to him on several different occasions. You wanted to remain angry. That was much safer.

“Whatever,” You grunted, making your way to the dancefloor and groaning when the song changed to something slow.

“This one’s for the bride and groom!” You knew the DJ was probably only trying to help, but at this very moment in time you wanted to claw his eyeballs out.

“C’mere,” Jimin whispered, grabbing your hand and pulling him towards you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and begrudgingly you looped your own over his shoulders.

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked after a moment, noticing immediately how awkwardly you seemed to be moving with him.

You rolled your eyes, “Is it that obvious?” His answering chuckle confirmed your fears.

“Don’t worry about it. Just follow my lead.” You did as you were told, but couldn’t stop yourself from at least biting back something snarky.

“It’s not like slow dancing is at the top of my things to do,” You told him gruffly, “I have other important stuff that take up my time.” You wanted him to understand how different you were to most of the women in the mafia. Xiumin had assured you that he was aware; that he knew you were capable and strong. And yet, you felt like you needed to make the point yourself.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” The smirk on his face annoyed you more than was humanly possible, “Y/N, I knew the kind of person you were when I said yes to marrying you, okay? You don’t have to try and prove your dominance to me.”

You licked your teeth and clicked your tongue, “Yah! That’s not what I’m doing…” “The angry glares, the swear words… the sarcasm. That’s all intended to make a point, right? I get it, you’re not going to just roll over and do my bidding. I would never want that kind of wife anyway.”

You raised a brow, “Really?” “Really. Contrary to popular belief, most men enjoy a woman with a personality,” He rolled his eyes, “And frankly, your surprise at that is insulting.” As you opened your mouth to bite back with something angry, you heard the clinking of glasses. Oh shit. You knew what that meant.

“They want us to kiss again,” Jimin smirked.

You wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his stupid (handsome) face.

“No.” “We have to give the people what they want,” He winked at you, “C’mon. It can’t be that terrible.”

You hated that despite your best intentions, Jimin seemed set on melting the ice around your heart. You hated that as you looked behind him, you watched a sea of people ‘oooh’ and ‘ahhh’ at the ‘lovely young couple.’ You hated this vulnerability, and you wanted it to stop.

“It is.” You groaned, as Jimin dipped his head towards you and stopped a breathe shy of your lips.

“Don’t lie, Y/N. You’re not very good at it.” And then he pressed his lips to yours, and despite the anger so clearly coursing through your veins hotly, you felt yourself lean into his warm touch. There was something about him - he was complicated. Funny but serious. Warm but cold. Distant but close. You weren’t sure what any of that meant… all you did know was that he kissed better than anybody else you’d ever had the misfortune of kissing.

When he pulled away, you knew that you looked dazed.

“That wasn’t so bad, huh?” He smirked, and you wanted to punch the look off his face.

“I’m going to have to burn my lips off with acid,” You retorted, rolling your eyes, “You’re gross. And that is the last time you ever kiss me again in public. Got it?” Jimin pulled away from you and nodded, “Of course. Anything for you… Sweetheart.”

You wanted to give him the finger, but you knew you couldn’t. Not here with everyone watching.

So you resigned yourself to moving away from him and trailing back to the wedding table. Jimin didn’t follow you, and you thanked your lucky stars for that. He was such an enigma to you - so different to every other mob man you had encountered.

And God he could kiss.

You blinked harshly against your thoughts and tried to knock yourself back onto your feet. One kiss from a relatively attractive man and suddenly you’re forgetting everything Bangtan stands for?

You steeled yourself against whatever warmth had settled into your chest and downed a glass of wine.

You refused to go down without a fight.

Seven glasses of wine later, and you and Jimin rolled into the ridiculously expensive hotel room EXO had shelled out an enormous amount of cash for.

“Anything for their golden girl, right?” Jimin muttered as he took in his surroundings.

You were drunk of course - the wine you’d consumed was coursing quite angrily through your blood - but you still heard him.

“Fuck off,” You grumbled, “Smartass.” Jimin turned to you and rose a blonde brow. You hated the smarmy look on his face already.

“How much did you have to drink? Jesus.” He pulled a face at the way you stumbled over to the King sized bed, “I’m guessing you can’t handle your drink.” You wanted to tell him to fuck off again, but the world was spinning so quickly you had to shut your eyes to stop yourself from puking. You were still in your wedding dress, but you couldn’t be bothered to move.

After a moment, you felt the bed shift.

“Seriously. Are you ok?” Your eyes blinked open blearily and you rolled over carefully, searching Jimin’s face. He was lying down next to you a comfortable distance away, but he was still too close for your liking.

“Get away.” You shoved at his shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him, “Leave me alone. This is my bed. My brother paid for it.”

“I am not sleeping anywhere else but this bed. So save it.”

Jimin’s eyes were playful, but you knew he was serious.

“No funny business,” You muttered, sitting up clumsily and reaching for the zipper of your dress. After a few misses, two warms hands came to still your palms.

“Let me,” Jimin whispered from behind you, his hands moving to pull the zipper down.

You felt a shiver crawl up your spine and you absolutely detested yourself for it.

What was happening to you? Park Jimin was your mortal enemy. What, just because he could kiss and he was kind of nice to you, suddenly you were fawning all over him like some lovesick teenager?

But you were drunk, and you didn’t care enough to stop yourself from reacting to his touch.

“There.”

He moved away from you and you felt a hot blush bloom across your collarbones. God. What was happening to you?

“Thanks,” You grumbled, despite yourself, standing up and moving to the bathroom blearily.

You shut the door and leaned against the surface, pressing a heart against your beating chest, and trying to calm yourself down.

You weren’t completely inexperienced in the bedroom - you’d indulged in your fair share of experimentation - but the truth was, when it came to the actual deed… You were a virgin. It wasn’t that you’d never had the opportunity to have sex… It was that you’d never wanted to.

And yet now… despite yourself… you were hot all over, just from the thought of Jimin wanting to fuck you.

Pathetic.

Your hands shook as you pushed your dress down your body and stepped out of the skirt, running a hand through your hair and groaning at the stupid frilly underwear you had been forced to wear.

So fucking embarrassing.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. White frilly french panties, and a transparent balcony bra. It wasn’t anything ridiculous - not at all like the horror stories you’d heard from some of the other girls in EXO who’d also been married off. - but you hated seeing yourself like that.

Weak… almost viriginal.

Your eyes moved to the door and you rolled your eyes when you spotted a white lace babydoll nightgown hanging off the back.

You assumed that was supposed to be what you wore to bed tonight?

Well. It was better than sleeping in this ridiculous underwear, you supposed. So without trying to think about it much more, you grabbed the nightgown and threw it over your head, cringing when it barely reached the top of your thighs.

This wasn’t you goddamn it.

After you gave yourself a moment to calm down, you opened the bathroom door and slipped out. When Jimin looked up at you, you felt your mouth dry instantly.

He’d taken off his suit, and was currently in just a pair of black briefs. They hugged his hips tightly, and you had to rip your eyes away from the muscular outline of his thighs.

Shit.

“Oh fuck.” In your drunken haze, whatever weak filter you’d had was gone, “You’re naked. Almost.” He smirked, “You too.” There was a charged moment between the two of you. You wondered if he was going to make a move, but he didn’t, instead turning back towards the bed and making his way underneath the plush covers.

Your pupils dilated, as you thought about those thighs wrapped around you.

Shit…

It had been so fucking long since you’d had the time to even think about men....

“I’m a virgin.” Jimin’s eyes moved to meet with yours. He quirked a brow.

“I’m not like… A complete virgin.” You corrected, and despite yourself, you felt an angry blush paint your cheeks, “But I’ve never… You know. I’ve never actually done it.” You cringed internally at how utterly childish you sounded.

“I know you probably think I’m not, because I try to come across so tough,” You were rambling now, but you couldn’t stop yourself, “But I am. Really. I’ve never really been in a position to lose it. Y’know.” Jimin’s face softened at your revelation, and you wanted to kick yourself for the butterflies that were gnawing so anxiously up the pit of your stomach. He shrugged.

“That’s alright. We don’t need to do anything tonight.” You stared at him carefully. You should agree with him, right? You barely knew him… And you were supposed to hate him. So, why were you suddenly so warm? Why did the thought of Jimin not want to touch you make you angry?

“I want to.” You answered thickly, “If you do.”

You hated this. All of it. It was far more vulnerable than anything you were comfortable with. If Jimin rejected you, you would be so fucking pissed off. At yourself mostly, for even putting yourself in this position to start with… But at him, too.

Because he’d flirted with you earlier. And kissed you.

He’d made you think that he wanted you.

And despite all the complications, you were pretty sure you wanted him too.

“Just sex. No feelings.” You added on, as clarification, “Please?”

At some point during your ramblings, Jimin had stood up, and now he was in front of you, eyes darker than the moon. He stared down at you, and you felt yourself tremble.

God, what had you been reduced to?

“No feelings. Got it.” And then his lips were on yours again. You groaned against him, not caring that it probably made you sound far needier than you wanted to be. Because damn it did he know how to kiss.

You felt the flames in your stomach being stoked to life, and soon Jimin was leading you towards the bed. He laid you down carefully, his lips moving towards your collarbone and sucking harshly at the skin.

“Wanna make you so wet babygirl.” The endearment came as a surprise to you… and so did the dirty talk. But you knew you liked it when you arched up into him. He smirked against your skin and pulled your nightgown off, eyes blooming with lust as your lingerie was revealed.

“For me?” He licked his plush lips, “Oh baby, you shouldn’t have.” “Shut up,” You growled, moving your hips towards him, “And help me out.” He chuckled wickedly, and helped you shimmy out of your underwear, “All in good time, princess.” The pet name should have annoyed you. Princess? But still, you whined, feeling yourself grow wetter at his words.

“C’mere.” And then he was moving down the length of your body, pressing hot, sloppy kisses wherever he could, and painting your skin the colour of indigo. You knew you would be mad at yourself in the morning for letting this happen, and for letting him mark you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

And then, his head was between your legs and fuck you were gone.

Jesus. Nobody had ever gone down on you like that before.

“Jimin…” You moaned, feeling your head expand, and your body tremble under his touch.

He licked you like he was a man starved, “Yes baby?” He didn’t move away from you, vibrations causing you to arch your back further.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

It didn’t take much longer for you to finish, and when you did, it felt like stars were exploding behind your eyes.

“Shit,” You rasped, as you came down from your high, “That was good.” Jimin was beside you in a moment, eyes darker than anything you’d ever seen before. Obsidian black. You felt his touch on you like molasses sticking to your skin, and you groaned.

“Fuck me already, then.”

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname but said nothing else, waiting as he pushed his boxers down and lined himself up with your entrance. His eyes softened for a moment.

“It might hurt,” You told you sincerely, “If you need me to stop, say. If you need me to slow down, say. Okay?” The genuine concern in his face threw you off.

“Fine.” You wiggled against him, “Now go.” And so he did. He pushed into you slowly, and you felt yourself gasp against him. He was right. It did hurt. But it wasn’t unbearable.

“Are you okay?” He whispered against your face, eyes searching your own carefully.

You nodded, “Yeah. You can move. Please.” He started thrusting into you slowly, and despite everything feeling too tight, you let him. It wasn’t terribly painful, but you knew you weren’t going to come like this. And yet….

The feeling of having Jimin so close to you was something indescribable. His eyes were locked on you as he fucked you, despite yourself, you used one hand to push some of his blonde hair out of his eyes, so you could see him better.

The gesture was soft and gentle, and Jimin slowed down, moving inside of you carefully.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” He grunted, and you nodded.

When he finished, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer so that he could ride out his orgasm. You weren’t sure why you’d done it…

Or why you’d even felt the need to have sex with him in the first place.

But once he stilled inside you, you groaned.

“You’re suffocating me.” He pulled back, and your heart turned at the twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s for next time, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss against your lips and pulled out carefully, wincing when you cringed, “Are you ok?” “As I can be.” There was a pause.

“It will be better next time.” “Here’s to hoping.” Another pause. This time, you moved to grab your nightgown and pull it over your head. Jimin cleaned himself up and offered you a tissue, which you took. Once you were ready, you climbed back into bed and turned away from him, suddenly angry and embarrassed with yourself by your behaviour.

Why had you let him in like that? You had promised yourself that you would only let yourself hate Park Jimin. And things had to stay that way.

So despite everything that had just happened, you steeled your heart against any warmth that was blooming towards your husband.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You scooted a little further away from him, “Goodnight, Jimin.”

The final pause. This one longer and harsher.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” That night as you fell asleep, all you could think of was the fact that your husband, Park Jimin, was by far the most dangerous man you’d ever met.

Because when you were in the mafia, matters of the heart, was deadly.

#bangtan #bts #Smut #arranged marriage #mafia au #jimin #exo #fanfic #kpop #fanfiction #readerxjimin #fluff #angst

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Pack Trials: Jimin

Description: As the trials continue, you find lots of trouble. How will things turn out for you?

Warnings: Mentions of death

There are other groups in this, but this is a BTS part of the fic.

Introduction Here!

Posted: 12/06/2019

Tags: Hybrid AU, Hybrid!BTS, Hybrid!Reader, Readers Choice, Hybrid!Got7, Hybrid Everybody and their Mother, ReaderxJimin

Angsty/Fluffy/SFW: 6,446 words

A/N: Let’s go!

You looked out over the remaining candidates and sighed inwardly. You nodded to JY and he announced the next trial would begin the next morning, and that it was an archery. Then he announced that starting tomorrow afternoon you would be spending the lunch and evening meals with different candidates.

You saw Jackson look at you and nod, happy you were taking his suggestion to heart.

But it was Jimin’s smirk that really caught your attention. As long as you had known him he had always had a talent for causing trouble and getting away with it by acting all innocent and angelic. He was constantly playing little pranks on you when you were pups.

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming. You’d seen that smirk dozens of times.

Moments later, firecrackers went off as the first of the suitors prepared for the archery test.

There were misfires, jerking bows, shouts of surprise, and of course, the crowd screeching and ducking out of the way of stray arrows.

Your gaze locked onto Jimin.

He was laughing, amused, and then his gaze caught on yours. His smile slowly faded to a solemn look as he saw how upset you were.

He mouthed something, but you looked away before you could really register the words.

You closed your eyes as they figured out that it was Jimin who had caused the disruption.

JY sighed. “You’re on your own for this one.”

“I know.”

The other pack leaders, elders, other people who thought they held power, all came dragging him over to you.

The other suitors quickly followed after, some worried and others angry.

“He should be eliminated for sabotage!”

“Remove him from the trials.”

You closed your eyes against the combating volumes of the men that surrounded you like vultures.

“He obviously isn’t taking the trials seriously, my lady!”

“He should be sent away!”

“It’s just a joke to him!”

You stood up, stepping forward as they parted before you with the suitors help, walking until you were standing in front of Jimin.

He looked slightly worried, but you could only spot it from years of familiarity, those precious years in your childhood. His eyes looked slightly clouded, like he knew he had gone too far.

He bowed hesitantly. “My lady.”

You turned away. “Follow me. We shall speak privately.”

Namjoon stepped forward, but you shook your head sharply.

“My Lady!” Someone protested.

“I said, privately,” You snapped, glaring the man down. “If you wish to argue with my decision, I’ll happily arm myself and meet you in the ring.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped.

There was a soft snicker, and you identified it as the last elder remaining from your pack.

“She’d slice your pudgy butt to ribbons and have every right to. Don’t challenge the woman that the trials is being held for, you waive all rights to your pack defending you. It’s in trial law, section 18, paragraph 12, line 84!” He chuckled.

You watched as everyone backed away a little, separating themselves from the idiotic man.

Your packmate was getting a kick out of this, practically hooting with laughter. “The girl took down a bear three times her size with a knife, and your out of shape ass thinks that it can challenge a completely in shape warrior?” He howled with a fresh bout of laughter.

The man hastily bowed. “Apologies, my lady.”

You nodded curtly, turning sharply and just expecting Jimin to follow you.

You whipped around on him once you were in your tent and slapped him.

He flinched, looking at you with big eyes. “I…I thought it would be fun. I’m sorry. It’s just—”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare! I needed you and the boys to stay in the competition as long as possible!” You whisper-screamed, turning away as you sobbed, hands on your hips. “I’m trying to keep all of the packs together. Peaceful. I have to pick the person I’m going to spend the rest of my days with before I even manage to get through the proper period of mourning and you…just…”

“Y/n—”

“No, you don’t get to address me by name,” You snapped, glaring at him through tears.

He whimpered slightly. “I just wanted to see you smile again,” He whispered. “You haven’t smiled, really smiled, since…I don’t even know. It hurts to see you so sad. I thought if I pulled some sort of prank I could get you to smile like you used to….”

You turned away from him, recalling him saying something similar in his letter that just broke your heart even more.

“These trials are stupid! They’re hurting you! You should be somewhere safe, where you’re loved and cared for. Somewhere quiet, where you can mourn the loss of your father without the pressures of the packs. You just threatened someone. Do you really think you would do that normally?”

“I needed you to stay in the competition,” You whispered, pushing down sobs. “But I have to eliminate you. If I don’t, I risk all of the packs.”

“Just stop the trials, y/n. Stop the trials, and go where you’re already cared for. With us. With the Scouts. Please, I can’t stand seeing you so tired and sad.” His voice was shaking now.

“You are no longer a candidate in the trials, Park Jimin. Return to your pack, and watch the following trials quietly.”

“I won’t.”

“You defy me?”

“Until you stop this nonsense, yes. You’re killing yourself. It’s all any of us can do to take care of you in what little ways we can. If you eliminate me for a joke gone wrong, I will never stop defying you.”

“If I allow you to continue, you will have to pass all tests. There will be no leeway for you,” You murmured, wiping at the unending stream of tears.

“Then I’ll pass. I’ll pass as long as I am able to.”

You closed your eyes.

“I’ll pass, and I’ll win your hand, and I’ll make sure you’re never in this much pain ever again.” His voice was closer, gentler, and more determined. “Or we could run away. Right now. Run away and never look back.”

“I am watched at all times.”

“Not at night. We can go out there under the ruse of me being eliminated.”

You shook your head. “No. Go back to your pack.” You were tempted. So very tempted by his offer. But it wasn’t right.

He could hear his footsteps as he slowly shuffled back. “Y/n, look at me.”

You shook your head, turning your back to him. “Just go. Please.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to win. Should I tell them I’m on probation?”

You nodded.

“Okay…try to rest.”

You didn’t respond, to busy choking back the sobs that wanted to wrack your body from the stress. You collapsed onto your bed the moment you knew he was away, muffling your crying into the pillows so that no prying ears could hear. It took you a while to work through that, and then you just lay there, feeling drained. Like everything had been siphoned out of you.

“Lady Y/n?” A voice asked at the entrance to your tent.

You bit back a curse. “What is it?”

“Um, the packs were wondering who you would be dining with tonight? And if the Archery trial would be held today?”

You swallowed and sighed. “I will return to the arena in half an hour for the trial. As for dining, I will announce it afterward.”

“Yes, my lady.” The owner of the voice retreated hastily.

You started trying to get rid of all evidence that you had been crying, and headed back to the arena.

You disregarded the hushed whispers as you entered, and didn’t spare a glance at the suitors. You sat in your seat and nodded to JY.

“The Archery Trial will resume,” He announced.

You barely managed to take notes. You knew JY would mark those who did well and those who did not, so you were focusing more on how they reacted to their results. How they reacted to other’s results. You noted those with good sportsmanship, and those who had playful sportsmanship and pretended to be upset with others.

Jimin did fairly well compared to Namjoon, who somehow got his arrow to ricochet back towards himself and the other contestants.

“Well, now we know that they’re quick on their feet,” JY commented dryly.

“We do know that,” You agreed, watching as quite a few of them laughed over the chances of that happening.

After they were all done, JY announced those who had the top ten scores.

You considered carefully before descending from the dais to the field, approaching the members of the Exoskeleton Subpack. “Will you allow me the privilege of dining with you this evening?”

They bowed.

“It would be our pleasure, my lady,” Suho, their leader, replied.

You nodded curtly and turned, walking away with your head high. But you could feel people’s gazes boring into you.

You wished you could say you enjoyed the meal, but you felt out of place the whole time.

They were kind, gentlemanly, and goofy.

But your heart hurt.

You hadn’t gotten the list from JY earlier, so you had to stop by his camp on your way back to your own, two of the Exo’s walking you there before you told them that your business would hold you there longer than they need wait for you. You made sure to thank them and tell them you enjoyed the meal even though it was a slight exaggeration.

JY looked up at you as you approached the campfire he was sitting beside with some of the boys from both the Strays and JB’s subpack. “Y/n?”

“Sorry to bother you. I wasn’t able to keep up with the scores during the trial and I was hoping I could get your tally?”

“Would you like to sit with us a while?” Jackson asked, hopping up from his seat and offering it to you.

“Thank you, no. I want to get this done, and then try to get some sleep. So much for the trials lasting four days,” You said the last to JY.

He nodded. “I hadn’t realized how many suitors there would be. We’re lucky some of the other packs didn’t show up. It would truly be a nightmare.”

Your eyes widened at the thought. “No offense to anyone, but if more of the packs had shown up I think I might have backed out of the trials and settled for some other way of finding a mate, regardless of my father’s wishes.”

“I would likely second that motion,” JY agreed, shaking his head.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Chan asked, his tone friendly.

You took the list JY offered to you as you shook your head. “As I said. I have work to do. Dinner took longer than I expected, and I had thought we would make it through two trials today. Thank you, though. I appreciate the offer.”

“Work quickly and get lots of rest,” JB told you.

You dipped your head to them and walked out into the night. Your tent wasn’t far from theirs, but the path was surprisingly empty.

You entered your tent and almost screamed in surprise to find Taehyung sitting on the floor. You held a hand over your heart. “What the hell, Taehyung?”

“Sorry, sorry,” He murmured, making placating gestures.

“What are you doing here?”

He hemmed and hawed a bit, before wincing (because you slapped him upside his head to see if that would get his brain to work) and blurting out, “Jimin wanted me to check on you because he was worried.”

“About what? Whether he passed the trial?” You asked, annoyance flickering in your stomach.

“About you. He said you seemed exhausted and that you didn’t look like you were aware for most of the trial. Everyone was kind of shocked that you picked the Exos to eat with.”

“It was damage control, Tae. If I’d picked even the Jay pack I could have started fights.” You sat on your bed, removing your earrings. “And I have work to do.”

He was quiet, getting on his knees and catching your hands, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come in here. Jimin was just so worried that the rest of us got worried as well. I’ll leave you to your work. Goodnight.”

You squeezed his hands. “Goodnight, Tae.”

He pressed a kiss to your head, as if reading that you just needed that little gesture to get you through the rest of the night.

You took a moment, then started looking over the notes JY had given you.

But the next morning, even with your careful decisions, it felt like everyone was glaring at you. Waiting for you to make biased decisions. Expecting you to choose.

“Just shows that a woman shouldn’t be allowed to choose for herself,” Someone hissed as you were walking by the Stem Pack on your way up to the dais.

“If you have something to say, you will come say it to us first,” Xuimin called out, glaring over the crowd as his subgroup agreed. “That way we can keep you from spewing—”

“My Lady,” Suho said a little louder, bowing to you.

You dipped your head to them as the rest bowed as well, but you could see that they knew you overheard everything. You hurried up to the dais, trying to ignore the words you’d heard.

JY greeted you, but he looked concerned. The other pack leaders were there as well. Even Namjoon.

Namjoon looked unhappy.

“Gentlemen?” You asked simply, holding yourself more confidently than you actually felt.

“We need to speed up the trials. Isn’t there a way to do two trials at once?” Stem leader growled.

Jellyfish looked slightly uncomfortable. “Surely you have an idea of who the top contenders are already. Can’t you just eliminate it to the top four or something?”

“And only putting that boy on probation?! Someone could have gotten hurt!”

“It’s just, there are crops to start and preparations for the summer…”

“Are you challenging me, and my rights to conduct the trial as I see fit?” You asked calmly.

Jellyfish quickly shook his head. “No, my lady.”

Stem was hesitant.

“I’m aware that this is taking much longer than expected. There were far more suitors than expected and I am striving to give every man competing in the trials a fair chance. I am doing my best to speed the trials along. If you’re that concerned about crops and other preparations, you may always leave. It is hardly necessary for the entirety of the packs to be present for the trials. Just the suitors. So if you wish, the main part of your pack could return to work and those who would like to could stay. Or your entire pack could leave at your behest. That is entirely dependent on your choices. Do not use me as an excuse.” Your voice was colder than you expected, staring past them because you were sick of this. You were sick of the trials. And if you looked at their faces, they might make you angry. And you didn’t sleep well enough the previous night to have the energy for anger as well as the trials. “I’ll give you half an hour to decide before I start the next trial, in the meanwhile, I must announce who was eliminated.” You turned on your heel as you heard indignant sounds from Stem leader.

You came off the dais and walked purposefully toward the gathering group of men. “I need a volunteer to read this to those of you. It’s the list of those who didn’t make it to the next round. I’m very sorry to eliminate you, I’m sure you’ll make some other woman very happy.”

Hoseok came and took it, yelling out each name and patting Yoongi’s shoulder when his name was called.

You walked away, shaking your head as you continued hearing him.

Namjoon met you halfway across, bowing slightly. “You alright?”

“Depends. What did they decide?”

“They’re not pulling out. They’re not happy either. You’ll have to be careful.”

“It’s not like they’ll try to kidnap me.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, then he continued on, making sure it doesn’t look like you two were actually having a meaningful conversation.

No. You weren’t. You weren’t certain of anything anymore. Just that the longer you thought about the trials, the more scared you got. The more you wanted to run away. To cry.

The next three trials for the day were relatively uneventful and you made a small dent, but as night approached, you started panicking. You had no more ideas for trials. You’d barely pulled those out of your hat. You didn’t know who to keep, who to eliminate, what the next step was, or how you were ever going to find someone that you could really love. You wanted to be loved so badly.

Your nature was starting to nudge at you, and all you could wish was that someone stronger would come and take the responsibility, take the burden. You couldn’t handle it any longer.

You were supposed to dine with JB’s subpack and the strays, but you felt like you were being crushed and you hurried to the outskirts of the camp, looking for a place to hide. At least with the Jay pack you could apologize later.

You ended up hiding in the cabin that would be where you mated to whoever it was that won the trials. To whoever it was that you supposedly chose. An impossible decision.

You couldn’t decide.

You couldn’t think of another trial.

They were going to kill you or kidnap you and you weren’t sure which was worse.

You whipped around as something heavy thumped to the floor.

Jimin stood up and closed the window, turning toward you. His eyes widened as his nostrils flared. “Y/n.”

You stared at him, then a whine broke from your throat. “I don’t know what to do, Jimin.”

He seemed to snap out of it and walk over to you, pulling you to his chest and tightly hugging you. “It’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not. It’s never going to be okay.”

He growled slightly, a reproach for contradicting him.

You whimpered, submitting to him. Baring your neck to him the soft flesh, the pulsing arteries. For him to either attack or enjoy. You couldn’t bear the load anymore.

He flinched away, looking at you in surprise, then quickly tilted your chin up so your neck was bared even further. “Don’t think about out there.”

“But…how can I not?” You asked, panic seeping back in. Out there was everything, your life or your death. The packs that were all you knew. The trials that would determine how you would choose. “They’re going to look for me, and I’m causing all this tension and—it’s too much! It’s too much for me, alpha!”

“Don’t think about it.”

“How?” You asked in something that was almost a sob. You needed the alpha to help you. You weren’t strong enough.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands and making you lock gazes with him. “I’ll show you,” he whispered roughly, then he was kissing you, softly at first, and then more roughly as you gripped his shirt. He ducked to suck kisses on your neck, arm wrapping around your waist.

His scent filled your mouth and nostrils, that same wonderful scent you remembered from childhood.

You let him take over your thoughts, emitting little sounds as he did.

“You want me to distract you gamma? Treat you like an omega?” His whispers were so seductive, and you felt yourself shiver, once again baring your throat to him willingly.

He licked at your scent gland, then over your artery, before nipping just beside it. His hands held your body steady, and yet also caressed it so fondly that you were melting to his will.

“My poor gamma, so much pressure. I’ll take your cares away. Would you like that?”

You felt yourself nod.

“Words, gamma.”

“Yes, alpha. Please take care of me,” you whispered hoarsely. You felt all warm and the way he looked at you was an absolute pleasure. He looked at you like you were the best omega in the world, even as he addressed you as a gamma. “Sorry I’m not an omega, alpha. So sorry.”

“You’re better than any omega. You’re my good little gamma,” he told you, meeting your eyes before passionately kissing you. “So kind and thoughtful, so strong. Let alpha take care of you, baby.”

You nodded, then remembered your words. “Okay, alpha.”

He led you to the bed as he kissed your lips, nipping and licking, laying you down and resting ever so gently on top of you.

“Alpha, make me yours,” you whispered desperately. “Make me yours, alpha. Please. Don’t want anyone else. Want my Jimin. My alpha.”

He was still, studying your face before he growled possessively. “Mine.”

You gasped as his teeth sunk in, marking you as his for the rest of your life.

—————

You woke up to a gentle throbbing pain on your neck. You groaned slightly and wiggled into the warmth beside you, inhaling the best scent in the world.

“How’s your neck, gamma?” He murmured softly, hand brushing hair from your face.

You looked up at him sleepily, then frowned. Wait a minute.

Your eyes widened. “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, we already did,” Jimin whispered, looking slightly amused. “A couple times.” He leaned forward and licked soothingly at the mating bite on your neck and you automatically relaxed even though your thoughts were racing.

You could see the red mark on his neck and it looked like you had bit him much harder than you should have. You quickly licked at it and heard his soft sound of relief.

Your cheeks felt hot. You just mated with Jimin. “H-how did you know I was a gamma?”

“I’ve known since we were young. My mom talked about you being a gamma.” He pulled you so you were relaxed in his arms, completely pliable under his touch.

“Your mom?”

He nodded. “She scolded me for bossing you around. Told me that when you were upset you weren’t just pouting. Told me to protect you.”

“Protect me?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I understand why now. People don’t realize that gammas are just as vulnerable as omegas, they’re just stronger. So much stronger. People don’t realize that they’re gammas. That they need more support than betas, and more independence than omegas. My mom said that gammas made the best mates for leaders because they understood what it meant to be weak and strong at the same time. And they’re twice as beautiful and attractive as omegas. She told me that the last time an gamma was around was your mother, and everyone had been tripping over themselves just the same as they are for you. But she had the support of all the packs. You only have a few packs to support you, and others are trying to tear you apart.” He was stroking your hair so nicely, and you felt like you could melt into him and never leave.

“Do the others know?”

“Doubt it. Most are debating between beta, alpha, and omega for you. They haven’t even considered gamma. And they never have to. But we have something more urgent to deal with.”

Anxiety gripped your stomach. “I don’t want to go back out there.”

“They’ll find us if we stay here.”

“I don’t want to stay here either,” You whispered, feeling yourself start to tremble from the panic that awaited you outside. Not only did you mate Jimin, you did it before the trials were over, and when tensions were at their peak.

But his previous suggestion came to mind.

He seemed to know what you were thinking. He nodded. “We’ll run. I can pack supplies for us and we can sneak out. They’d never expect it. We’ll get you to your tent, you can pack and pretend to be coming to start the next trial. Then we’ll run. We don’t have to go back to Scout pack, even. We can…we can go beyond pack territory. The two of us can avoid the poachers and find a safe place to settle. We can have chickens, and farm, and be happy.”

You let him turn your face to his, eyes closing as his fingers gently caressed your cheek, deluding yourself for a brief moment.

“Well?”

“You’d miss your family too much. Your pack. You’re a social creature, Park Jimin.”

“Then we’ll go into Scout territory, we can still settle down somewhere and have our own little life while still being part of the pack. No one could blame you for caving under the pressure.”

You felt a little spike of shame. You were supposed to be strong.

He held you closer, kissing your forehead as his thumb rubbed lightly on your side. “It’s okay, y/n. This was more than should ever have been expected of you so soon after the loss of your father. You were only expecting the Scouts and the Jays. It would have been so much better for you.” He murmured, pressing his face into your hair.

“I’m not a failure?”

“Never. I love you, gamma.”

You opened your eyes, seeing the sincerity in his expression. “I don’t know what to pack.”

Light sparked in his eyes. “We’re running? Really?”

You nodded. “You need to tell Namjoon, at least..”

“Okay. Let’s get you to your tent. Maybe get dressed first.” He smirked a bit, eyes flickering over your form before he leaned in for an extra long kiss. “My mate.”

Warmth flooded through you and you realized that you felt better rested than you had in a really long time. “My alpha,” You breathed, suddenly dreading parting from him. Even if it was only temporary.

But the two of you had work to do.

JB ran into you on your way to the tent, and his eyes widened. He quickly cleared his throat and looked away. “My lady, they were growing concerned. Shall I tell them that the trials will begin soon?”

You swallowed. “Yes. Please do.”

He met your gaze again and bowed, before stepping closer and whispering. “You’ll only have half an hour to get as much distance as you can. You understand this will cause fighting?”

“I can’t stay,” You whispered, tearing up.

He nodded firmly. “Go. We’ll buy you as much time as you can.”

“We?”

“Don’t worry about that. Go.” He bowed again and hurried away.

You hurried into your tent, shakily packing the most important things you could without weighing yourself down. Your mating bite burned under your scarf, reminding you that Jimin wasn’t beside you and that you both were risking your lives doing this.

Then you hurried to the stream, where he said he would meet you.

You were anxious, constantly scanning your surroundings for any form of threat.

Then you saw Jimin.

He ran up to you and quickly hugged you, moved your scarf to lick at the bite as you did the same to his. Then he took your hand and the two of you started running.

You followed him, trusting that he had a solid plan because you weren’t really able to come up with any more plans. You weren’t able to take any more responsibility.

He led you down a path toward Scout territory, always checking on you, but keeping a rapid pace until he could see you were a little short on breath. Then you would both walk until you had caught your breath, running again the moment you were able.

You could feel his concern, like a little whisper inside yourself.

He stopped, ears perked in alarm, and cursed, pulling you toward a spot where you could both hide. He crouched in front of you, protectively, knife in one hand.

And though you’d faced countless predators and beasts on your own, and fought for your pack against poachers, right now you were scared. Maybe because you didn’t have the capacity to be anything else. You were exhausted, and you shouldn’t have been.

But Jimin was a warrior and a scout.

He reached back and rubbed your leg in a soothing sort of way, but you could tell he was on high alert.

Finally the noises faded away.

He relaxed minimally. Glancing around the hiding spot, he moved a few rocks as quietly as he could, making it a little deeper and gesturing for you to go there.

You did as instructed, sitting a little more comfortably.

He started adjusting some branched, that were nearby, and the rocks, then after a while he gestured for you to stay quiet and he went off.

You fingered the knife you carried with you, listening intently, able to recognize when it was Jimin returning with more supplies to hide the two of you in the make-shift shelter.

He worked like that for a long time, still sneaking, which worried you.

You thought the two of you would get farther, but as he shimmied into the shelter he’d built up around you, you could tell that you were staying put. Especially since he brought practically a whole bush of fragrant lilac to cover your scents.

He reached through and pulled a bunch of soft leaved through, nudging you aside to create a small beddish area with the leaves and such he pulled through the bottom of the barrier. Then he got you curled up on it, curling around you. “Poachers are camped not too far from here. Too many for us to take on, but they haven’t caught our scent. They’ll probably move on in the morning. They caught some prey and are getting ready to cook it. You okay, baby?” He pulled a blanket over both of you.

“Scared. Worried. Tired. Why am I so tired?”

He hummed softly. “You were wearing yourself down to the bone, y/n. You’ve lost quite a bit of weight and muscle because of the stress and exhaustion. Here, we’ll sit up and you can eat.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine for now. You need the food or else you won’t be able to function tomorrow.”

You nodded, still curling into his arms even as the two of you sat up.

“Shhh, gamma, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” He whispered, and you realized you’d been whimpering slightly.

He rummaged through his back until he pulled out some smoked meats and gently ordered you to eat, petting your hair the whole time, and sniffing at the mating bite on your neck.

Food helped, but you felt like Jimin helped even more. Just his presence made you feel better. And a sort of tranquility washed over you as he gently and continually licked at the mating mark.

“Did I really lose that much weight?” You asked.

“All of the suitors noticed. We were worried about you. As high as tensions are between the packs, the suitors were sort of united. Most of us anyway. We knew before you announced it that Jackson had suggested it. We were all preparing to feed you at every meal if we needed to, just to try and keep you healthy. But I knew it wasn’t enough. I saw you with the Exos. They were really worried about you as you left because you hadn’t enough much. And you never smiled, not genuinely. Not like you used to.”

You couldn’t even remember a time when you felt carefree. Except maybe when you were a pup.

But nobody was as happy of a child as Jimin or Hoseok.

You could remember the summer after your mom died, Jimin poking at you and joking and getting the other guys into the antics to try and get you to smile. How big all of their eyes got when you cried instead because you were young and Jimin was picking on you and you knew you couldn’t go find your mom for solace. Seokjin and Yoongi had chewed them out, Jin hugging you and Yoongi telling them that your mom had died and you weren’t obligated to smile or be happy. Hobi cried as well, and Jungkook’s eyes had been huge, not really understanding what they were saying aside from the fact that he was in trouble. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin had stared at the ground in shame.

Jin took you back to his home, since you were staying with him and his mom since Tae’s was participating in the hunt that summer, and sang to you, telling you that Jimin had meant well when he started it.

You remembered Jimin finding you the next day with one of your favorite flowers, tucking it in your hair wordlessly and sitting beside you on a dock until finally he whispered that he was sorry.

But they included you more than ever before that summer, and when you did smile, Jimin would grin back so wide that he wouldn’t be able to see and would trip, causing you to giggle as you checked to make sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Y/n?” He whispered, kissing your temple and pulling you back to the present. It was dark out.

You inhaled sharply. “Wh—”

“You okay?” He asked softly.

You blinked rapidly. “How long?”

“You zoned out for about half an hour, then fell asleep,” He answered softly. “What were you thinking about?”

“The summer after my mom died,” You whispered.

He tensed a little. “Oh?”

You nodded. “You put forget-me-nots in my hair and sat with me on the dock.”

“I was terrible to you,” He whispered. “It was summer, and I wanted you to be happy to see us, but you weren’t and I didn’t understand. Not until Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung were yelling at us. Actually, not even then, it took me until after I was home and had cried and told my mom what had happened that I understood. Because she asked me how I would feel if I hadn’t been able to tell her about how sad I was for making you cry. I was still a jerk to you though. It was like I had to relearn to be nice to you every summer. I was an idiot.”

You shrugged. “I don’t really remember. What was the worst?”

“The time before I found out you were a gamma. And what that meant. I told you you couldn’t join us on the play hunt.”

You frowned, combing through all the times you’d been told by boys that you couldn’t play hunt with them before a very vague recollection of Jimin saying it sort of resurfaced. Mostly you remembered getting hurt because you got so mad at him for ordering you around that you walked right into a different group’s play hunt and ended up getting beat up because you’d scared the one kid. It’d been your fault. You had been too little to play. Jungkook wasn’t playing either. Jimin and Taehyung were barely old enough to play.

“You were actually old enough to play, you were good enough too, too good. I was jealous of your stalking skills and I didn’t want to lose to you. So I said you couldn’t play, and when you argued with me, I ordered you instead. I growled at you. You looked sad, and were pouting when I left you. I should have at least made sure you got back to the fort. But you were upset, as you should have been. I ordered you like you were an omega. Like I had a right to order you. And you got hurt because I was stupid. Eomma chewed me out for that one. Because I challenged your independence.”

You huffed softly, a little amused. “Jimin, we were ten. And you were right. I was too little. I tried playing it that fall and I sucked because while my skills were better than everyone elses, I just couldn’t keep up because I was tiny. I was smaller than Jungkook. Besides, it was one of my own pack members that hurt me. Not you. I was just mad that I wasn’t allowed to play, especially since it was you guys.”

“It was still wrong of me.”

“Well, you’ve made it right, alpha,” You whispered, eyes drifting shut again. “We should leave the moment we’re able to.”

“I’ll wake you when we can leave,” He whispered back, gently brushing your hair from your face and gently nudging the mark on your neck.

“Does yours still hurt?” You asked, forcing your eyes open.

He hummed. Not a no, not a yes.

You licked over it, hearing him sigh softly. “Can we have ducks instead of chickens?”

He chuckled softly, sighing again as you licked at the mark once more. “Anything you wish, y/n.”

Sleep sometimes really messed up your head, because one moment you swear you’re curled up with Jimin, licking at his mark, and then next you’re waking up and sunlight is starting to filter through and Jimin is arms and looks ready to fight.

“Jimin-ah?” A voice called out softly.

Both of you relaxed and Jimin slid out. “Jungkook-ah!”

“Y/n?”

“She’s in the shelter. Y/n, it’s cold, might want your cloak. How did you find us?”

“Luck really. We followed your tracks to a certain point, then found a group of poachers and where they’d killed their prey. Figured you two had barely escaped them, and hid. Hoseok-hyung pointed out this area and they went to go chase off the poachers.”

You managed to get your cloak from your bag, and shimmy through the opening Jimin had, shivering slightly and holding the cloak closer. “The packs?”

“Jay pack managed to diffuse any fighting. But it’s probably best if you don’t go to gatherings for a while.”

“I can definitely do that,” You agreed, hugging onto Jimin for extra warmth. And just a general need to be close to him.

He looked down at you so gently, his gaze so soft. “Let’s go home, y/n.”

“I already am,” You replied, looking up at him and smiling.

He grinned back at you, eyes disappearing and you felt like the world was a better place.

And you couldn’t wait to enjoy that world with him.

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