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You're moving forward

Deciding not to look back

Your weakness is your greatest strength

You make it to the end

You'll see you won't be alone.

☽

The world is beautiful.

There are forests where leaves grow thick and vivid, where the warm light shines down. Colorful flowers bloom everywhere beneath a crystal-clear sky. 

Rivers flow downhill from the high mountains, full of clear, fresh water. Fish ply their waters, happy and oblivious.

But everything is a lie. Because the world is dying.

The end is near.

It's beautiful, for things shine their brightest before death.

☽

A chilling scream echoes through the village as thunder rents the sky open. Not even the heavy rain of the storm can muffle the terrifying sound.

It’s a dark night, and the villagers can only tremble and try to endure the chilly air.

The lamplights flicker in their rooms, casting creeping shadows on the floor of their cabins.

On the village road, someone is running, soaking wet. His quick feet splash quietly in the water puddles that cover the path.

No one knows where he went or where he came from. He just runs onward, the bag slung over his shoulder dropping heavily, even though there’s nothing much inside.

The rain keeps pounding. It chills him to the bones. He wants to return home soon, lie down on his warm bed, and sleep until the next morning. 

Another lightning strike.

When the sky shines bright white, the omega running to the village is covered in black. 

The moon is shredded in darkness and can’t be seen.

He finally reaches his cabin and opens the door quickly, hurrying inside. When he closes the door behind him, the sound of rain and thunder seems to become distant. Empty. 

The water dripping from his body wets the floor. 

Jimin shakes his head, scattering droplets of water. 

“Ah, shit,” he murmurs into the dark room. He tosses his bag aside, not concerned about wetting even more of his furniture. He draws a leaf out of a drawstring bag, which stands by the door, and puts it into a small dish on the shelf. A hazy light spreads through, dim and not enough to illuminate the entire room, but at least it is no longer dark.

He doesn’t want to light a fire, not unless it is extremely necessary. Jimin hates fire. So instead, he uses watercress leaves. Jimin doesn’t understand why, but these plants emit light when put into water. Maybe the watercress is one of the Moon Goddess’s favorite plants, so she blessed its leaves with moonlight. He has a large bag full of them, but he doesn’t know where it comes from. It’s always been there, so he doesn’t really think about it too much.

Jimin’s cottage is illuminated by the faint light. His house is so small that it can be filled with barely three adult wolves. There’s a small shelf, a pot, and a barrel each for food and water—only the bare necessities.

Once Jimin begins to feel at ease again, he finally lies down on his bed. The sheet is warm to the touch, and his wolf purrs instinctively. 

He’s probably close to his heat.

Jimin removes his wet coat, his shoes stained with mud, and the sword from his belt, tossing everything to the floor without a care. Now in only his undergarments, he feels his body start to relax.

He turns his gaze to the window, where rain is still pouring outside. 

He had heard a scream earlier. Whose scream was it?

It was probably another mating .

One by one, wolves are disappearing. No one in Jimin’s pack knows when it started, but it has become something natural, these days.

Worrying about it won’t help anything, Jimin thinks, trying to fend off the dark thoughts. 

There’s nothing anyone can do.

It is the end of the world, and no one can stop it.

Jimin notices the bag he threw on the floor, and opens it. It is wet and heavy on his hands, and the contents are difficult to remove from the inside. There isn’t much, just some nuts he picked up from the forest floor, grassroots, and medicinal herbs he recollected on his hunt.

Nuts and berries are his favorite, his stomach used to be filled with only them for days. Jimin can survive without much food, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t need to eat some meat from time to time.

If only he could hunt some rabbits or birds.

His pack, the Park pack, hasn’t been at its peak for a long time.

A disease has been killing wolves. But not all wolves. Only omegas.

It was such a mysterious phenomenon. It had begun even before Jimin was born. The first case in his pack was a female omega who had entered the forest to gather herbs. When she returned to the village, her scent had become unbearable. What once was a soft and beautiful cotton smell had turned into the smell of rotting and death. No one understood what happened in the forest, but she died soon after. 

The disease had spread among the rest of the female omegas in the pack until all of them died. No one understands why it only affects female omegas, but most of them die from the same disease. They don’t survive for long. So the pack has been decreasing in number. 

Because only female omegas can bear children.

Male omegas can breed, but giving birth is extremely dangerous for them and could end in a disaster. 

Jimin doesn’t know if this disease affects other packs because he can’t leave the boundaries of the village. He’s an omega, after all.

A tool made for breed, even if he dies in the end.

His pack forbids male omegas to leave the pack, to hunt, to do anything. Their food is rationed and served to them only once a week. They live inside their cottages, waiting for the next mating .

Jimin’s stomach hurts, his appetite forgotten after the thought. He tosses the nuts and berries into a storage pot he hides under his bed.

Omegas can’t leave or hunt, but that doesn’t mean Jimin will stay inside his house and sit prettily. No, he often sneaks around on rainy days where the alphas are too preoccupied with not getting wet with the rain or on days where a mating is taking place. They are too busy to notice if anyone is missing, so Jimin uses this opportunity to run into the forest and gather some food and herbs. He wishes he could hunt some meat, but the smell would be too obvious for the alphas.

Jimin’s eyelids start to feel heavy. He worries that being out in the rain for so long will make him sick. He should rest.

He curls up under his torn and old blanket, breathing in the familiar scent of home, his eyes closed. 

The scream echoes in his head for a moment, but he dismisses the thought. 

Jimin huddles down, alone and cold. 

He wishes tomorrow would be bright and warm. 

☽

Just like he wanted, the next day is warm.

After waking up and stretching, Jimin eats a few berries to calm his rumbling stomach. Then he takes his wet bag and coat and hangs them up to dry in the light of the sun.

Jimin gets another nut, just because he feels like eating a bit more today, and goes outside to enjoy the warmth. 

His inner wolf is a bit agitated today, and Jimin does worry about his incoming heat. He wishes no one would notice how his scent is sweetening. 

Jimin’s scent is musky and stronger than other omega’s, and he has always used that to his advantage. Alphas are not interested in an omega that smells like an alpha, after all. Jimin wonders if his scent is the result of some sort of defense mechanism, his inner wolf knowing they are in constant danger.

Jimin observes the village from his garden. The silence makes goosebumps appear on his arms. It is rare to see anyone outside nowadays. 

Today, Taehyung is supposed to come by. He’s an alpha, but Jimin trusts him. They’ve grown up together, and Jimin knows he will never harm him. Unlike Jimin, Taehyung has a family. He has an alpha father, but his mother was an omega—he died after giving birth. 

Jimin doesn’t have a closer relationship with anyone in the pack, only Taehyung, but that’s fine with him. 

He hates his packmates. No one helps anyone else, including him. But after being treated like a walking womb since he presented as an omega, Jimin just wants everyone to leave him alone.

He doesn’t need the help of the other wolves. One day, he will leave this place for good.

Taehyung is different, though. Even when they were pups, they got along well. Taehyung is carefree and easy-going, completely the opposite of Jimin, who is more guarded and doesn’t really trust anyone.

And Taehyung has something that Jimin doesn’t—freedom. He’s an alpha, so he can leave the village when he wishes to. He always shares stories about other packs and about the forests, and Jimin enjoys listening to him. 

Isn’t he supposed to arrive soon?

“Hey!” Suddenly, a voice calls out from behind him, straightforward and severe. “Wait, omega.”

It’s a familiar voice, and Jimin has a bad feeling about it. He tries to ignore it at first, but he stops when he hears a low growl. 

He looks back at the tall alpha standing close to his cottage. 

Sunoo. 

Silhouetted black against the evening light, the alpha growls lowly. His unpleasant scent makes Jimin’s nose wrinkle.

“What are you doing outside your cottage?” Sunoo says it in a threatening manner. It would scare the other omegas, but not Jimin. He stands tall, not moving a single muscle. Sunoo narrows his eyes. “You just never learn, huh? Such a stupid omega, you think I won’t kill you?”

Jimin knows he won’t. Sunoo is all bark but no bite, thinks that because Jimin is from an inferior subgender, he would surrender, sink to his knees, and present for him like a good omega.

How wrong he is.

When Jimin doesn’t even bother to answer him, Sunoo grunts. “I was going to wait until your mating, but you asked for this. I’ll make sure you know the place you belong to, stupid bitch.”

Sunoo hurls himself at Jimin. This is new, he doesn’t usually react this way. Jimin jumps back quickly and draws his sword from his belt, hidden under his cloak. Taehyung had gifted it to him on his 18th birthday, once Jimin presented as an omega. It had belonged to Taehyung’s father, but the alpha knew Jimin would need it more. 

Sunoo has a short blade himself, and he aims several stabs at Jimin, but he easily blocks the blows. 

Survival instinct takes hold of Jimin’s body. He knows how to use a sword and has practiced every day. Sunoo is rusty and clumsy. He parries Sunoo’s blade with his own, gathering power at the left side of his body. Jimin lashes his left hand out to claw at Sunoo’s chest. 

‘’Fuck,’’ the Alpha staggers, and Jimin uses his chance to aim for the arm that is holding the knife. But right at the last second, Sunoo pulls away and kicks up his leg.

Both of them separate, opening up some distance. The air is scorching hot with tension, Sunoo’s alpha releasing angry pheromones, filling the space with the musky smell of sweat and smoke. Jimin’s omega is emitting its own pheromones, a threatening growl in his throat, his spicy flowery scent turning sharp and intense.

‘’You stupid omega,’’ Sunoo shouts with an intense and murderous intent, staring down at Jimin. He clearly is not used to fighting, not used to not getting everything he wants from an omega.

Jimin detests him and wishes he died, like every other alpha that tries to hurt him.

Before he knows it, Jimin’s inner wolf takes control of his body. He feels the animal folding his ears back, the fur standing on top, and his pupils contracting. The patchouli scent gets even more intense, and Jimin feels his nails and canines elongate, like the ones of his inner wolf.

Sunoo cries out and charges forward, and Jimin bares his fangs and brands his sword. He drops low to avoid the attack, feeling a sharp wind on his cheek. Jimin twists his body and aims a kick at the alpha’s lower body. Sunoo is slow to notice his intentions, so Jimin connects his heel with the alpha’s side.

‘’Ugh—,’’ Sunoo loses his balance, and Jimin pushes off from the ground, pouncing. Sunoo tries to stand up and jump back, but Jimin’s smaller body allows him to be faster. Jimin presses the alpha’s body down by pushing a knee against his chest, then digs his nails into Sunoo’s shoulder, baring his teeth. In his right hand, Jimin brands his sword. A frightened look crosses Sunoo’s eyes, and Jimin smiles in satisfaction when, after stabbing his sword into the ground right beside his face, the alpha yelps like a scared pup.

Sunoo’s mouth opens and closes voiceless several times. Jimin brings his face close enough to smell the scared scent from the alpha and stares into his wide eyes.

‘’Don’t think about touching me ever again.’’

Jimin stands up, withdraws his sword from the ground, and walks away.

☽

No matter how much noise he has made while fighting against Sunoo, no other pack member has exited their homes. It is a normal occurrence at the Park pack, at the end of the day.

The assaults and the victims.

Alphas in the pack are violent, they don’t care if other wolves die.

They don’t care about omegas dying if that means they can abuse them.

The evening light dyes the sky red. Something stirs inside Jimin. Maybe something exciting will come to pass.

Or that’s what he thinks.

On his way to the village entrance, where he knows Taehyung would appear at any time soon, he stops abruptly.

He looks at the clear sky—not a single cloud in sight.

Maybe he’s imagining it? Jimin is sure he can smell the scent of rain. He feels as if he is trapped in a dream. In a dream where he runs carefree, his paws wet and cold, the sound of snow crunching under the weight of his wolf. He sees himself, free, running on a snowy mountain in wolf form. He knows he can’t transform into one, but ancient wolves could. They were linked to their inner animal spirit, and the world was a better place to live in. He sees the world from a different angle, as if he was crouching down. There’s brown fur at his feet—no, paws. And beside him, he sees another wolf. White fur like the snow that surrounds him, with deep, piercing blue eyes, staring at him.

Jimin exhales, his dream broken, when another smell catches his nose. 

The smell of blood.

Close to the village entrance, Jimin sees a corpse, its face frozen in a fearful expression. It has the look of an omega who didn’t want to die. He was close to tasting what freedom feels like, but he didn’t make it.

He was left there to die, alone and cold, without a family to mourn his death.

A humiliating death because he dared to dream of freedom and of leaving everything behind.

Jimin puts his hands on both sides of the body and lifts it. He doesn’t remember the name of this omega, but he knows his face and has seen him observe from inside his cottage. He used to observe Jimin when he went outside the village but never talked to him. 

He probably tried to leave, following the same path as Jimin.

How naive.

Jimin tries to drag the body to the forest, but he stops. There’s another person there—a shadow hidden in the brush of the forest. Jimin clicks his tongue. When he sniffs, trying to catch his scent and recognize if it’s a threat or not, he smells the faint but horrible odor of death.

There is another body in the brush, with a faint puddle of liquid around it, like a rain puddle.

Jimin places both corpses together, hidden in the bushes. 

He recalls the scream from last night. 

At least none of them had to endure the mating. At least they found some source of freedom in their deaths.

Jimin prays to the Moon Goddess for their protection.

☽

Jimin sees a lonely shadow standing by the side of the village entrance, so he quickens his pace. 

Taehyung hears his footsteps and raises his head, a smile crossing his face. He has a bag at his feet, probably full of prizes from his hunting. 

‘’Jimin!’’

‘’Sorry to keep you waiting,’’ Jimin exhales once he reaches the alpha. 

‘’No problem. It’s been a few days since I left. You seem well.’’

Jimin feels more glad than he expected to be. He doesn’t know exactly why, but Taehyung’s bright demeanor makes him smile. 

The alpha pushes lightly against his shoulder, and Jimin affectionately returns the greeting, embracing him. He missed his best friend. He lightly scents Taehyung, subtly enough to not raise any suspicion of their closeness.

When Taehyung scents him back, he makes an inquisitive sound. ‘’Did something happen? You smell weird.’’

‘’Kind of, before I got here.’’

‘’Did you fight someone?’’ Taehyung exclaims, and Jimin makes a gesture to lower his voice. He knows they are safe from curious eyes, but still. He doesn’t feel comfortable being so close to the boundaries of the village.

‘’Sunoo was being annoying today,’’ he mutters with a distant look. ‘’But I’m alright, I won.’’

‘’Of course you did, you are the strongest wolf in our pack!’’ Taehyung smiles and laughs, giving a teasing shrug.

The strongest wolf in our pack.  

Taehyung never refers to Jimin using his subgender. To him, he is just Jimin, his best friend and his partner in crime. His other half. It warms his heart. Jimin doesn’t understand love, but he believes that Taehyung is the closest thing to love he will ever experience.

‘’Even if you had gotten hurt, it’d be okay! Because I’ve got lots of medicines,’’ Taehyung beams, shaking his bag with precaution. The contents emit a clicking sound, like crystal bottles colliding with each other. ‘’I also got some meat for you. You are so thin, you need to eat a bit more.’’

Taehyung tries to joke and normalize the situation they live in, in some sort of comedy relief. He knows Jimin can’t eat more, and he is aware that giving his hunt to an omega would get him in trouble if the other alphas knew. But still, he always treats Jimin with kindness.

The alpha seems tired today, fatigue showing on his face, and Jimin notices a limp in his walk, even though he tries not to show it.

‘’You are limping,’’ Jimin says straightforwardly.

‘’I’m not—’’

‘’Don’t lie to me, Tae.’’

Taehyung sighs, then he grabs Jimin by his wrist, walking down the dirt road until they reach Jimin’s cottage. Once inside, Jimin puts a watercress leaf inside a cup filled with water, illuminating the room with a soft light. Taehyung sits on one of the stools, slumping a bit over the old table, and sighs tiredly.

Jimin pulls the contents from Taehyung’s bag, finding some medicine and dried meat to eat together for dinner. He’s starving today, so they eat in silence for a bit, filling his empty stomach. Once they finish the dried meat, Jimin pulls out some nuts, dried fruits, and herbs from his storage, puts all the ingredients in a bowl, and then grounds them together with a pestle.

‘’What is that?’’ Taehyung says with a yawn.

‘’Try some,’’ Jimin says, putting the bowl in front of Taehyung. 

‘’This powder? Are you trying to poison me?’’ Taehyung gasps in fake surprise. ‘’Are you trying to get rid of me?! I thought we were best friends!’’

‘’Just eat it,’’ Jimin pouts.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ Taehyung laughs, picking up some of the admittedly unappetizing powder with his fingers. He licks it with caution, looking a bit stern at first, but then his eyes suddenly sparkle. ‘’Moon Goddess, this is delicious. It tastes sweet and sour.’’

‘’Mixing the grass in gives it a sour taste,’’ Jimin says, puffing his chest. ‘’I discovered this recipe some moons ago. If you try mixing grass and fruit, you can create some healthy meals or even your own medicine. How does your lower back feel now?’’

‘’You noticed, huh.’’

Of course, Jimin noticed. It is a rare occurrence for your best friend to return after several moons of hunting, limping, and smelling of another wolf.

‘’Who are they?’’ Jimin asks softly, his scent sweetening at the thought of his best friend finding someone outside their pack. Maybe Taehyung would also be free of their traditions if he mates an omega from another pack. There’s a chance for him to leave this hell of a place.

Even if he leaves Jimin here all by himself, he will be happy for his best friend.

‘’His name is Kim Namjoon. He is… He is not from a pack like ours. He lives in a city,’’ Taehyung whispers, as if afraid of other people eavesdropping on their conversation. Jimin has heard about cities—places where wolves without a pack live. They are not really common, and Jimin has never seen—for obvious reasons—a city close to their pack. ‘’He’s an alpha, Min. I met another alpha.’’

That takes Jimin by surprise. He never heard of two wolves of the same subgender being comfortable with each other to that level of intimacy. But once again, he doesn’t even understand how relationships work. 

‘’How?’’ Jimin says, stunned.

‘’I found the city on one of my hunts, and then I came across Namjoon. He taught me a lot about the world, he works selling books, you know? He’s really smart and knows about everything. And he asked me to move in with him to the city,’’ Taehyung says, his eyes sparkling. ‘’And you know? We could escape together. He has a big house, and you could live with us and start a new life. What do you say, Minnie?’’

‘’They would kill me if they saw me leave the village, Tae,’’ Jimin says, scent souring. He wishes he could leave with his best friend, but he knows he can’t.

‘’We can organize something,’’ Taehyung says softly, caressing Jimin’s smaller hands. ‘’I can ask Namjoon to come closer to the village, I can distract the other alphas while you escape, or we can leave in the middle of the night. Really, Min, we can leave this place together. Just give me time, and I’ll help you. There’s a safe route to the city that we can take, and no one would know where we are.’’

It sounds too good to be true.

Jimin knows Taehyung is not lying to him, he never lies to Jimin. But it sounds too idyllic—a safe place to live where alphas can mate with other alphas and where omegas are free to do as they wish. A place like that can’t exist.

He thinks about his daydream. About the snow and a white wolf with blue eyes. 

His wolf wants to go to the mountains, where it can be free and run beside its mate .

☽

Taehyung leaves his cottage a few hours later, after—despite a reluctant Jimin—planning their escape from the village in less than a moon cycle.

Watching his friend’s back under the moonlight, Jimin feels a sense of fulfillment. Meeting with Taehyung is always like this. But, at the same time, he feels anxious. 

Jimin has a bad feeling. Like a premonition. His wolf is trashing on his insides, telling him something he can’t understand.

He munches on one of the nuts that Taehyung had gotten from the city, the rich and foreign flavor exploding in his taste buds. They taste sweet, but soon enough, the flavor is replaced by sourness.

Jimin looks at the fruit, then to the sky. High above, the moon shines its cool blue light, pouring over the cottages and trees. When he turns to head back inside his house, a light catches his eye.

A flame flickers in the quiet village. In front of a certain cottage, a torch is placed, its orange light casting shadows on the wood.

The scream from last night resonates in Jimin’s head. 

There should be a mating taking place tonight. That was the home of one of the victims.

It seems he did try to leave before… being brutalized and forced to breed.

Alphas justify their acts with the instinct to survive, that’s how the Park pack operates.

They starve the omegas, lock them inside the places they are forced to live, and then—

Jimin feels like vomiting the nuts he just ate, the sour taste in his mouth making him cringe. 

If… No, when he would be chosen as a mate himself. What would he do? No one would grieve his death, Taehyung would be already gone and happy with his alpha, living in the city. He doesn’t have parents, siblings, or friends. No one would help him, the same way he can’t help other omegas.

Jimin wonders if his suffering would end quickly, once his time comes.

☽

Sleep doesn’t come easily that night, his thoughts filled with what Taehyung has told him. 

He thinks about the city, about the wolves living there, in freedom. About omegas being happy and carefree. He also thinks about Taehyung’s alpha. He had said that Namjoon sells books and that he’s smart, funny, and a bit clumsy. He imagines Taehyung’s smile while being held by a strong pair of arms, inside a beautiful cabin covered in plants.

Soon, he falls asleep, imagining that it is him being held by strong arms, the scent of rain lulling him to sleep.

☽

Jimin has been having strange dreams the past few nights.  

As the night sky gradually surrenders to the soft hues of dawn, Jimin stirs in his bed, feeling the residual chill of a restless slumber. His breath catches in his throat as the haunting remnants of his dreams linger in his mind like mist refusing to dissipate.

The room is cloaked in the gentle embrace of the morning light, yet Jimin can’t shake off the lingering unease that clings to him. He sits up, his hand instinctively reaching for the warmth of the torn blanket that has accompanied him for so many winters as he tries to steady his racing thoughts.

The dreams have been vivid, an intricate tapestry woven from the eerie dance of the moon, the silent depth of the night, and the biting embrace of hot embers. It felt as though his subconscious had painted a surrealist masterpiece, each element intertwining to create an unsettling narrative that lingered like an unshakable premonition.

With a shiver, Jimin swings his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool dirt floor. He rubs his temples, trying to piece together the fragments of the dreams.

The moon’s ethereal glow always dominates the dreamscape, casting elongated shadows that seemed to follow him through every twisted path of his subconscious. The darkness had felt oppressive, suffocating almost, as though it held secrets that he couldn’t fathom, its silence deafening in its intensity. The burning fire that enveloped his body had seeped into his bones, the smell of ashes and fire so vivid, like a long passed memory he couldn’t pinpoint.

He presses his palms against his eyes, trying to dispel the haunting images that refuse to fade. A chill runs down his spine, a residual echo of fear.

His body feels feverish, and his scent is way too sweet for his liking. He can’t go through a heat right now, not when Taehyung is planning to take him away from the pack. His scent would alert the alphas the moment he stepped outside his cottage.

Jimin drags a chest from under his bed, opening the lid and desperately searching for what he requires. A small bottle of red liquid is hidden at the bottom of the trunk, among sacks of food, maps of the forest that Taehyung has painstakingly drawn for him, and various herbs.

Heat suppressant.

He was storing this medicine in case something went wrong. Now is the ideal time to put it to use.

It tastes sour, and his inner wolf whines in frustration as Jimin’s scent fades. This will keep his heat at bay, but he runs the risk of resuming his cycle at any time and without notice.

Jimin hopes that day will come once he is safe in the city.

There is a faint knock at Jimin’s door. 

‘’Minie, are you alright?’’ Taehyung says after entering the cottage, closing the door behind his back. He sets a wet basket down on the floor and runs up to Jimin’s side. ‘’You are burning up, I thought I could smell your pre-heat.’’

‘’I’m fine, I took the suppressant you got me moons ago.’’

Taehyung sighs. ‘’Did you just wake up like this?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Jimin mutters, lying back down on his bed.

‘’You need to eat something. That suppressant is strong as hell, it’s going to take a toll on your body if you drink it on an empty stomach,’’ Taehyung hurriedly rummages through his basket. He picks up a wooden tube, removing the lid. It smells really good, making Jimin’s stomach grumble. ‘’I made some mushroom soup yesterday, I was planning on having lunch with you.’’

Jimin takes the tube and drinks the soup, emptying the whole thing in one go. It is lukewarm, but the liquid quenches his hunger. Jimin wipes his lips with the back of his hand, giving Taehyung an apologetic look. The alpha smiles, saying he doesn’t mind, that he bought the soup for him, after all.

‘’Now take some medicine for your fever and rest!’’ Taehyung gently pushes Jimin’s chest until he is lying back in bed. The alpha searches in his basket again, this time pulling out some slender grass. ‘’Eat this. Namjoon gave it to me, it will help you to sleep and recover all your energy.’’

Jimin bites on the grass, the bitter taste spreading through his mouth. He furrows his eyebrows in distaste, but Taehyung just shakes his head earnestly, telling him to keep eating it. Jimin reluctantly chews on it before swallowing. It really tastes bad.

Moments like these remind Jimin of their childhood.

When Taehyung and Jimin were pups, they once stumbled upon a patch of wild herbs, their young curiosity piqued by the vibrant leaves and tantalizing scents. Without a second thought, they plucked the leaves, chewing them with an uninhibited eagerness. Their laughter filled the air as they dared each other to taste more, both reveling in the thrill of the unknown. Yet, their joyous game soon turned sour as their stomachs protested the unfamiliar herbs. Panic set in as they rushed to Taehyung’s house, worry etched on their faces. They faced a scolding from Taehyung's concerned father, who hurriedly made them drink some beverage until they vomited all the herbs.

Life was easier when no one knew Jimin was an omega. Now, Taehyung’s father doesn't even speak to him, even though he raised him as if he was his own pup.

‘’See, it wasn’t that bad,’’ Taehyung says cheerfully once Jimin eats all the slender grass. 

‘’Stop treating me like a pup,’’ Jimin pouts. ‘’I’m older than you.’’

‘’Only for two moons! And you are reckless like a pup, so I’ll treat you like one,’’ Taehyung laughs, caressing his best friend’s hair. ‘’What would you do without me, huh?’’

I’ll probably die, without you.

‘’I would be the happiest wolf without an annoying best friend!’’ He jokes, sticking out his tongue. 

Jimin notices the rain outside, falling softly. It smells so good.

‘’Maybe…’’ Taehyung says softly. ‘’Maybe in a full moon cycle, we would be sitting at Namjoon’s cabin, watching the rain wet the city streets, instead of the lonely dirt roads of the pack.’’

Jimin wishes that to be true.

☽

It hurts.

Jimin has never had a dream where everything hurts. His body aches, his limbs feel heavy. He can’t move. He feels cold, wet under the downpour, the floor freezing under his naked boy.

Where is he? What is happening? 

It is dark, yet there’s a moon shining brightly over him.

He still can’t see under the moonlight.

Sharp pain across his body, his tongue stuck as he wheezes. He can’t talk, can’t ask for help. He’s stuck, he can’t move.

His view, full of pain and heat, is colored red.

It’ll be over soon. Someone whispers.

Jimin closes his eyes and waits for the dream to end.

☽

Jimin comes back to consciousness with a gasp. 

He looks up at the dark ceiling of his cottage. He jumps up, covering his mouth with both hands to stifle the cry that wants to break free from his throat, his breath coming roughly. His skin is damp with sweat, and his shoulders can’t stop shaking.

Something burns in his gut, an uncomfortable heat making its way to his lower back. 

Is he going into heat? He took the suppressant, and the pain doesn’t feel familiar.

A chill runs down his spine, turning into nausea.

The pain is so intense, that Jimin wants to claw at his stomach. He covers his lips with a trembling hand, crawling out of bed. He doesn’t make it outside in time, falling and vomiting on the floor. 

Even as he empties his stomach, the nausea doesn’t stop. It hurts, it feels so painful. Jimin’s eyes fill with pitiful tears. 

He passes out on the floor.

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Sunlight illuminates the cabin.

Jimin lightly opens his eyes, smelling the earth under his nose. When he raises his head, he feels it ache. Jimin grimaces. His mind feels dim and heavy, his thoughts dull as mud.

When he tries to rise from the floor, Jimin notices his body is oddly stiff. He feels a terrible cramp in his stomach, the scent of his vomiting on the soil making him cringe.

Suddenly, he remembers his dream, a bitter thought spreading through his mind.

‘’What the fuck was that dream?’’ He murmurs to himself.

Jimin slowly gets up, swaying unsurely on his feet. His head aches whenever he moves his body, so he puts a hand against the wall and grits his teeth, slowing his breathing. 

The remnants of what he had vomited up are still on the floor, so he cleans it up with a broom and covers it with sand. 

Scooping water from the barrel, Jimin rinses his mouth and washes his face and hands. 

The outside world is already tainted with the orange light of the sunset. How long had he slept? Jimin sits on his bed, feeling confused and sick. He stretches his arms, feeling a numbness in the muscles. 

‘’What—’’

There’s something on his left arm. It dances on his skin and looks like some sort of mark. It stands out clearly, and Jimin tries to rub it with his other hand, but it doesn’t fade. The black pattern drifts all the way around his wrist. He notices the same mark on his right arm, following the same path, as if he has shackles on both wrists, some sort of vines intertwining on his skin.

His heart beats painfully, piercing through his body, as if trying to escape. Jimin breaks out in a cold sweat, his vision becoming hazy and his ears ringing. He tries to rub sand against his arms, to make the marks disappear.

They are still there, clinging to his body, dark and beautifully scary.

‘’Shit!’’ Jimin flings sand at the floor with all his might, becoming more and more confused and irritated. He feels like tearing up all of his furniture. What is happening to him? Unable to keep still, he paces around his home, lost. He doesn’t understand what is going on, and he fears going outside. Should he talk to Taehyung? He’s scared.

Jimin is sure that if the alphas of the pack see the marks, they will kill him. They would believe he is cursed, and he would be dead in the brink of an eye.

There’s a knock at the door. 

‘’Omega, are you in there?’’

Sunoo.

What is Sunoo doing at his home? 

Please leave.

The door opens.

‘’I have a message from the Pack Alpha,’’ Sunoo says darkly. ‘’You know what that means, right?’’

Jimin knows it.

It’s time for his mating.

☽

He has to flee the village. 

Forget Taehyung’s plan, forget the house that holds his childhood memories. Those aren’t even happy memories, he doesn’t want to keep them.

It is to be raped or killed, or run as far as he can before they catch him.

He needs to leave tonight before they come to get him.

His eyes roam over the room. The ceiling, the walls, the floor, the sparse furniture, his torn blanket. He has seen these things for as long as he can remember. This cottage has been his cage, his only safe place to hide. 

Jimin closes his eyes, carving the scene of his dirty and small house into his heart. He can’t come back, but he won’t forget this place. In some obscure way, this has always been his home.

He won’t forget it, even if the place is left abandoned and in ruins, one day he would like to come back. 

One day, when he gains the greatest strength, he will come back, to free his pack.

☽

Fleeing in the middle of the night is the easy way. He can move under the cover of darkness without being noticed, the heat suppressant making his scent unnoticeable. He needs to memorize the maps Taehyung had made for him, find the way to the city, avoid other wolves until he is sure he’s not being followed. 

He has no choice but to advance if he wants to live. 

Jimin weakly leans against the barrel in his dark home, looking out the window at the cloudless sky. 

It smells like rain.

He packs lightly, not wanting to carry a heavy bag. Just some food, a flask of water, and Taehyung’s map in case he gets lost. He also gets a little sachet full of colorful stones. Taehyung had told him they use stones as currency in the city, and that sachet has been the only thing he has kept of the family he never met.

Fixing his clothes, Jimin remembers the marks on his arms. He should cover them, he doesn’t understand what they mean, and he is scared it could mean trouble if other wolves saw them. With that thought in mind, Jimin picks up a coat from his clothes shelf. It’s covered in dust and smells a little damp, but it covers his whole body. If he wears the hood over his head, he can hide his face, and his scent is still covered by the suppressant. It is the perfect disguise.

To make sure he isn’t forgetting anything, Jimin gives one last look around the room. Taehyung’s worried face comes to his mind, he would probably come to check up on Jimin, once he hears about the news. 

But Jimin would already be gone. He doesn’t have time to tell him. 

It may be for the best, to not involve Taehyung even more. Who knows what the Pack Alpha would do to him if he knew that Taehyung was helping him to leave?

Taehyung would know, anyway. Jimin has nowhere to go, but to follow their plan alone. He would know where to find his best friend if he made it to Namjoon’s house in the city.

He leaves one of the colored stones over the table, just in case.

Jimin shoulders his bag and looks at the home he had spent many years in. Finally, he picks up the watercress, which is floating in a small cup full of water.

After staring at the blue, pulsing light for a few moments, Jimin slowly opens the door and heads out.

The weak moonlight illuminates the village road. Jimin narrows his eyes, observing the landscape before him. There’s no one in sight.

The cold wind brushes past his cheeks. 

He needs to leave the village quickly, something he has always wished for. However, right at this moment, with freedom so close, Jimin hesitates.

Perhaps it is because this has been the place where he was born and raised. The feelings from all the time he spent here are engraved in his memory. He has had a happy life as a pup, but once he had his first heat, and he presented as an omega, his life changed. He had been trapped, looked down, treated like a mere object to use when his time came. Yet still, he had Taehyung to anchor him. To navigate the storm that his life as an omega was.

Jimin closes his eyes, burning the memories into his mind, and heads to the entrance of the village.

He walks on the village road carefully. Before long, the silhouette of the dark forest appears before him. Jimin stops and looks up. He has made it this far, there’s no point in being frightened. There is no other way. He can’t turn back now.

He keeps walking, until he sees a light between the trees.

Fuck.

Someone is patrolling the boundaries of the pack. 

A strong gust of wind blows Jimin’s hood back. He hurriedly pulls it back, afraid the patrolling wolf could smell his scent, even when he knows that’s impossible. But the nerves and anxiety are clouding his senses.

He can sense another wolf behind him. They are in the shadows, suppressing their presence, but Jimin can feel them. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. Two glimmering eyes stare right at him, and the alpha stands up and slowly utters a low growl.

‘’You are gonna make this difficult, huh?’’ Jimin mutters under his breath.

The alpha growls, ready to pounce at any time soon, baring his fangs, threateningly.

But Jimin is not afraid of him.

He turns around and dashes towards the forest without looking back. Jimin can hear footsteps coming after him, but he doesn’t look back. He keeps running. As fast as his body allows him. 

He rushes onward and leaps into the forest.

☽

How long has he been running? Jimin stops to catch his breath. The two alphas following him have given up, but they surely would report this to the other alphas, as well as the Pack Alpha. 

Jimin is safe from them in the forest, at least. They are too lazy to follow an omega. They probably think Jimin is dead by now. So he doubts they will chase him here. 

Calming his breathing down, Jimin carefully looks around. All the trees look the same, the overlapping branches and leaves block the moonlight. There’s no wind, and his footsteps sound so loud in the grass. 

The forest is scary, but he feels safer than he has ever felt in his life.

Free.

It smells so good, of nature, of the water from a nearby river.

The scent of rain, again. He wonders why he has been smelling it these past few days when it hasn’t rained for a while.

Jimin carefully checks his coat. It doesn’t seem to be torn anywhere, even though he is sure he has snagged more than one branch while running. He is a bit tired, so he sits down by the roots of a tree. 

The wind passing through the forest is cold, permeating through his clothes. Jimin draws one knee up to his chest, sighing. What should he do now? Traveling through the forest in the middle of the night, without knowing where exactly he is, is not a viable option. He would get lost.

Even more.

The forest is dark, the smell of grass pleasant under his nose. The humidity clings to his skin uncomfortably. He decides to trust his gut and find a place to spend the night, following the path of trees. Darkness fills his view, but he keeps going, following the scent of the river. Not long after, he finds a small clearing with a large stone in the middle.

A boulder. Jimin approaches at a quick pace. There are several large stones in a circle, tall grass growing thickly. Between the stones, there’s a gap, big enough for Jimin to crawl into. He lowers his posture and crawls into the gap between the stones. The inside is a little damp, and he feels a chill when he sits down, but strangely comforting. 

He likes it.

Jimin leans against a stone, sighing, and casts his eyes towards the clearing. He hears nothing but the rustle of the trees. 

He closes his eyes, gradually falling asleep.

☽

Jimin wakes up enveloped in the morning air, his view clouded with a white haze. 

Fog.

He gets up from the stone he was leaning on, his body creaking in protest. He crawls out from the gap in the stones and stretches. He checks if the mark on his arms were only a dream, but they are still there.

He hates them.

Jimin rubs them lightly, but they don’t go away. 

He looks around the morning forest. The atmosphere is a little different now that the sky is starting to light. Less scary. Jimin shoulders his bag after eating some nuts and stands up, returning to his travel through the forest.

He doesn’t let his guard down, even though it is morning and he can see and smell better if any threat comes his way. He’s still a bit tired, but he keeps walking, trying to find the road that leads to the city. He carefully traverses the forest, being guided by the position of the sun. 

The city is up north, he can’t get lost. 

Even with the bright ambiance, the odd atmosphere doesn’t change. Jimin stops and sniffs at the air. There’s a spring nearby, he can smell the scent of water. Pushing aside some bushes, he finds a pool of water, several leaves floating in it. It is clear and smells refreshing. Jimin stops down towards the water, feeling thirsty. The water cools him, it comforts the ache in his body somehow. 

Jimin closes his eyes tightly. He lifts his face, water spraying in the light. After shaking his head to get rid of the water on his hair, he drinks until he calms his thirst, the coldness sweetening his barely there scent. He wonders when the effect of the suppressant will wear off.

Once he is done, Jimin wipes his face with the hem of his coat, tossing out the water in his flask and refilling it with fresh water. 

When he stands up, Jimin catches something glittering from the corner of his eye. He squints. Something akin to a bracelet lays at the root of a tree, its stones well polished reflecting the sunlight.

Has someone dropped it? In a place like this? Jimin reaches out for it and decides to keep it in his bag.

Maybe he can sell it once he reaches the city.

☽

The dusk light paints the forest in orange hues, making it seem as if it was set on fire. Jimin hates fire, but the forest looks pretty like that.

The scenery hasn’t changed at all, just like a maze of trees. Jimin keeps walking until night reaches him, once again. He hasn’t stopped walking all day, only stopping to eat a piece of dried fruit and drink some more. 

He worries he’s been walking in circles. If he gets lost, this will be his end.

He needs to keep going, and find the city.

Find Namjoon. Tell Taehyung he is alive. He repeats like a mantra.

Jimin finds a large tree, its roots sprawled over the ground. It looks like a good place to rest. He feels the fatigue in his body and mind. He approaches the tree, sitting down to hide himself. He breathes in the cool night air, and exhales slowly. 

If Jimin listens carefully, he can hear distant cries and noises from other animals, and the scent of moist earth rises strongly from beneath his feet. With the scent of nature surrounding him, Jimin dozes off.

☽

Another morning in the forest. His body creaks when he stands up, having slept in an awkward position. He doesn’t feel well-rested. Jimin slowly lifts himself from the base of the tree roots, feeling a faint headache. 

He’s feeling anxious, tired and grumpy. He drinks some water, eats a few nuts, and resumes his walking, carefully weaving through the fog after checking the sun’s position. 

How far can the city be? 

All too soon, the sun climbs just above him. He sighs and stops, tired and a bit sweaty.

He feels a presence. Someone is there, and they are not alone. Jimin hears the sound of branches being threaded and the rustling of clothes. The air vibrates, the scent of wolves reaching his nose. Two? Three? Maybe more. He feels he is surrounded, eyes carefully watching him, rough breaths overlapping and echoing through the trees.

Jimin backs up to a tree, lowering his stance and moving his hand down to the sword hidden under his cloak. 

‘’What is a tiny thing like you doing in this forest?’’ The wolves come into sight, and one of them shakes with laughter. He’s the tallest and broadest, probably their self-proclaimed leader. ‘’It is dangerous for pretty omegas to travel alone.’’

The surrounding wolves laugh at once, amused by their leader’s words. 

Great , Jimin thinks to himself, of course, I had to stumble upon a bunch of rogues.

Jimin studies his opponents. There’s a total of six of them, all of them big and muscled. Jimin could take them on, but only if they fought fair and one by one. 

He’s screwed.

‘’What,’’ the rogue leader laughs. ‘’Have nothing to say?’’

Something is wrong with these alphas. There’s a weird scent surrounding them that makes Jimin’s stomach hurt. His wolf is silent, still tamed with the suppressants, so he can’t identify what is wrong with that scent. 

A chill runs through his spine. This is bad. He needs his wolf to awaken to fight and identify scents, to identify his enemies.

That scent is unbearable, and the fact that he can’t actually know what it means makes him feel sick. His teeth clench and his knees buckle, fear spreading into his chest. He can’t breathe. He’s going to die. They are going to kill him.

Move, move. MOVE. 

He collapses on the forest floor, the rogues mocking his pathetic state, surrounding him. The scent turns violent and putrid. It makes Jimin want to puke. Yet still, he can’t understand what it means.

Please move.

He hears a scream.

Was it his scream?

No, it was one of the rogues. Why is he screaming? Oh yes, he is raising his ax, pouncing at Jimin.

This is probably my end, I’m sorry Tae. Forgive me, I couldn’t make it—

The smell of rain invades his senses. Jimin gasps and rolls to the side, evading the blow. The ax gets stuck into the ground, emitting a dull sound. Another blow swings at him from behind, so he jumps. The ax gets close to his head, cutting some of his hair. He feels another blow coming from the side, so he jumps again. 

With no time to think, he starts to run. He dives into the ground, escaping the circle of rogues by sliding under one of them, his legs open enough for his lithe body to fit in between. He runs into the bushes and hears the rogues’ dumbfounded voices turning after him. They growl at him, starting the chase. Jimin feels his lungs starting to hurt, exhaustion creeping. He’s tired of running, his knees weak but he desperately tries to endure it.

He needs to keep running.

Jimin leaps out of the way as a stone sword flashes across his vision. When one of the rogues grabs his cloak, he kicks his feet with all his might at his chin. The alpha grunts and growls behind him as Jimin runs as fast as he can. Where is he going? Should he run following the sun’s path? There’s no time to think.

How far are they going to chase him? Jimin’s heart is beating so fast it hurts in his chest. He’s getting tired, so tired, it takes all his strength to evade their attacks and keep running. 

Someone grabs him by the cloak again, and he is roughly pulled from behind. He needs to fight, to keep running. But he’s trapped. Jimin feels a dull pain in his arm, the rogue holding him tight so he stops moving. 

‘’Come on, sweet thing. We just want to have some fun,’’ the alpha laughs at Jimin’s desperate attempt to free himself. 

Jimin doesn’t have time to draw his sword, but he keeps fighting with his body, freeing himself from the rogue’s grasp, slipping under his body. He fights and fights, evading each blow, launching his own attacks with his arms. Jimin turns his right foot and twists his upper body, relying on the force of his right hand. 

He feels his wolf move, just a little bit, giving him strength. He feels his nails elongate, and soon enough, the rogue cries out in anguish as blood gushes from his face. Jimin’s claws tore into his flesh. 

He runs when he hears the other rogues coming his way, the cry of pain of their companion probably alerting them of their position. With traces of blood covering his right hand, Jimin sprints off.

The muscles of his legs ache, and his feet hurt, but still he runs.

His restless breathing echoes in the depths of his ears. The wind sweeps past his cheeks, and he starts to feel heavy with exhaustion. 

His feet stagger as he steps heavily into the ground, a searing pain piercing his heart. Unable to control his body, his feet tangle, and Jimin trips over a raised tree root, falling to his side. 

He tries to get up, alarmed when he hears the sound of breathing nearby. 

It doesn’t come from the place where the rogues were chasing him, but from beside Jimin.

The rogues approach him from the trees, having surrounded Jimin once again. They smile in mock at his pathetic state, tired and scared, lying on the floor without being able to fight or escape.

One of them raises his ax and Jimin thinks this is it, this is his end. Until—

‘’What the—’’

A shadow flies by and the rogue falls to the ground. Jimin sees the scene unfolding before him happening in slow motion. He hears the rogues scream in confusion and pain, and Jimin uses his chance to sit and look behind him. The rogues lie down, unconscious. Four of them. 

They are dead. 

The remaining rogue makes a move, trying to get to Jimin from his right when the heavy scent of petrichor invades his senses.

Rain.

A long sword pierces the rogue’s body.

Jimin feels like time has stopped, in this forest. 

A tall wolf stands in front of Jimin, as if shielding him from harm, his back turned. He’s broad and clad in black, his hair white and shiny.

Jimin has never seen a white wolf—

The mysterious wolf looks over his shoulder, directly at Jimin. His eyes are dark and big, of a deep blue dark as the clearest night illuminated by a full moon.

He smells of rain.

For a few seconds, they stare into each other’s eyes, unmoving. 

The silence is broken by the cry of another rogue, and the white-haired Alpha turns back to him. Jimin’s chest hurts, the odd smell coming back to his nostrils. He clenches his teeth in despair, and the white alpha rushes forward, not before looking back at Jimin. 

‘’Go,’’ he says with a gentle voice. 

Jimin sees the alpha go after the lone rogue through the deep greenery, leaving him alone with the corpses of his attackers lying in a pool of their own blood.

Jimin turns around and, once again, begins to run.

☽

The sunlight burns into his skin as he runs deeper into the forest.

How far has he run? Jimin has long since lost all sense of time.

Breathing is painful, yet he doesn’t stop running.

His mind is empty, except for white fur, deep blue eyes dark as the night sky, and the scent of petrichor.

While he continues to run, Jimin pushes a brush aside and suddenly feels the ground below him disappear. Before he knows what’s happening, Jimin rolls down the hill, twigs, and pebbles snagging against his clothes, scraping his skin.

Jimin is lying face down in the mud. He slowly raises his body. His head hurts so much, the exhaustion finally catching up with him.

He frowns and pouts at the bag tangled with his cloak and his body, and once he frees himself, he stands up, breathing heavily at the pain in his body. Jimin shakes the leaves and dirt off of his clothes. 

What now? Feeling pitiful, he looks up at the sky.

The sun has quietly disappeared. Jimin looks around. Overhead all around him, cliffs protrude from the earth. He’s trapped once again, lost in the forest. He needs to find a way to get back up the cliffs. 

Jimin starts walking in the mud, upset that his clothes are getting wet and with a bad smell. He sniffs the air, trying to catch some scents that can guide him through the swamp.

There’s the faint smell of something sweet, like ripe fruits. He follows the smell.

He keeps walking, the forest clouded by fog, dark as night. Only eerie silence follows him. He doesn’t hear anything, and doesn’t smell any other wolf close to him.

So the voice that comes from behind him catches him by surprise.

‘’Don’t move.’’

Jimin tries to look around, but something hard and cold presses against his throat. Cold sweat runs down his back. When did he appear? Jimin hasn’t noticed him at all.

‘’Go back,’’ the voice says.

A knife presses against Jimin’s jugular. The voice sounds expressionless, without a trace of intimidation, and that makes Jimin gulp, strangely terrified.

‘’I mean no harm,’’ Jimin says softly. If his wolf was awakened, he would emit calming pheromones to show he is friendly. ‘’I’m just lost. I wanted to go to the city, but I fell down a cliff and ended up in a swamp. I wear, I don’t want to fight.’’

‘’Don’t speak.’’

‘’But—’’ Jimin retorts, and when the other presses the blade tightly against his neck, Jimin relaxes his body, obeying.

The wolf behind him keeps Jimin captive, slowly changing the direction of his body, and turning toward the direction Jimin had come from. But Jimin knows there’s no way out in that direction, so he pushes his body forward, freeing himself. A sharp wind flashes overhead and Jimin ducks just in time, seeing the knife’s dark shine in the corner of his eye. 

Jimin’s opponent is a male omega, his tiny complexion similar to Jimin’s. He wears a dark attire, his body melting into the darkness. His eyes shine coldly. 

His scent is faint, but he smells like tangerines. He looks composed and murderous, but Jimin understands. He’s an omega, scared of this world too. And probably defending his safe territory, here in this forest surrounded by a swamp.

Jimin doesn’t avert his eyes, he stands tall and proud, but without an attacking stance. He needs to make this omega understand he doesn’t mean harm.

The other omega’s expression changes just for a moment. He opens his mouth slightly. 

‘’You are an omega,’’ he says, his stance relaxing.

‘’You didn’t even let me explain myself!’’ Jimin whines. ‘’I told you I got lost in the forest. Do you know how can I reach the city?’’

The omega falls silent and just stares at Jimin, from head to toe, as if trying to determine if Jimin is telling the truth or not. Jimin just stares back at him.

The omega is pretty, with small eyes and nose, and cute lips. His face is a bit round, and that makes him look kind of cute, if it wasn’t for the murdering aura around him. He seems to be lost in thought for a moment, but then he looks up. 

He opens his mouth and says, ‘’Come with me.’’

Chapter Text

In the wind the new leaves are rustling

Rivers ebb and murmur in slumber

Flowers bloom and welcome the daylight

As the birds sing melodies of love

Thunder strikes

In the blackness of night

Heaven tremble as it reverberates

Dye the sky in a shade of azure

☽

Jimin has never seen a village like this before.

Nestled in the heart of the forest and surrounded by hills and swamps, where the trees stand tall and wind whispers echo through their branches, nestled in secrecy. Tucked away among the lush foliage and towering canopies, a location known to few and discovered by even fewer. It is no surprise Jimin could not find it, and he wonders what would have happened if the other omega had not found him.

Or threatened him.

Min Yoongi, as he had introduced himself, guides Jimin through dense thickets and tangled roots, the air thick with the scent of birch trees and damp earth, a mystical aura enveloping the surroundings.

At the forest’s heart lies a small village, its homes crafted skillfully atop tall trees that seem to reach for the moon. Wooden walkways snake their way around the trunks, connecting each dwelling like a labyrinth.

The houses are built with a profound respect for the forest, utilizing the natural curves of branches and the sturdy trunks as foundations. Some homes appear to have grown organically, melding seamlessly into the foliage, while others boast intricate carvings that adorn their exteriors.

Life in this hidden haven dances to the rhythm of the forest. Jimin notices the villagers move about their daily tasks, tending to their gardens suspended among the boughs, gathering wild berries and herbs, and crafting tools and art from the gifts of the woods.

Omegas. All of them are omegas. Jimin even sees a few female omegas carrying pups.

Where the hell is he?

Every corner of the village exudes a sense of enchantment. Twinkling fireflies illuminate the pathways, casting a gentle glow upon the rustic bridges that span between trees. The air is filled with the melodic symphony of rustling leaves, creating a tranquil melody.

In the heart of the village stands a grand tree, ancient and wise, its sprawling branches providing shelter for the village square. 

Jimin feels peaceful and at ease, in this place that smells of flowers and sweet fruits.

Yoongi leads him through the village in complete silence, while the curious villagers observe from their homes. They climb the stairs of the grand tree, and Jimin admires the beautiful and ornate banister.

‘’Wait here for a moment,’’ Yoongi says, leaving him alone at the entrance. Jimin observes beneath the leafy canopy of the big tree some omegas sharing stories and laughter while savoring the simple joys of community life. They look so happy, their skin glistening with the torch lights, their complexion healthy and their hair shiny. Jimin has never seen something like this in his life. Soon enough, Yoongi comes back out. ‘’Come in, Head Omega is waiting for us.’’

The interior of the cabin is more spacious than Jimin initially thought. Its interior is filled with shelves and storage pots, some candles casting a warm light. An old omega stands in the center, his flowery scent filling the room. Behind him, a young female omega waits. Jimin is surprised at her appearance.

Small eyes and lips, a cute nose, round face. She looks exactly the same as Yoongi, but her hair is a bit longer and tied up in a bun.

The old omega sits down in a cushioned chair, the female omega helping him with a gentle hand. The Head Omega slowly and quietly seizes Jimin, and with a nod, he smiles softly.

‘’You must be exhausted after such a long journey,’’ he says, and then turns to the female omega. ‘’Yoonji, get ready a hut for him to sleep, as well as some food.’’

‘’Yes, mother,’’ Yoonji says with a bow. She exits the room, moving gracefully and without emitting a sound. 

Once they are left alone, Yoongi carefully guarding the entrance of the cabin, the elder omega speaks again, his voice solemn. ‘’I suppose I should welcome you to our pack. My name is Min Yoonsu, Head Omega. You are free to stay as long as you wish for, we have plenty of space to fit another lost soul.’’

‘’I don’t wish to stay,’’ Jimin says respectfully. ‘’I thank you for your kindness, but I must reach the city. My friend is waiting for me there.’’

Yoonsu laughs, his cheeky smile making Jimin’s nerves disappear. ‘’Please don’t be so formal. I’m just an old wolf, treat me like an equal. Tell me, what’s your name?’’

‘’Jimin. Park Jimin.’’

‘’Oh,’’ Yoonsu says, his eyes wide. ‘’You escaped from the Park pack? You must be really strong if you are here unharmed. I’ve never seen a Park omega, most of our refugees are from other areas.’’

‘’Refugees?’’ Jimin asks.

Yoonsu stands up, and motions for Jimin to follow him. They walk a short distance until reaching one of the cabin’s windows, where the village can be seen. ‘’I founded this pack many winters ago when a group of omegas from our pack escaped the oppression of the Head Alpha. Since then, we’ve been trying to save as many of us as we can. All the wolves you see in this pack, have been rescued from their miserable lives.’’

‘’I had no idea a pack like this existed,’’ Jimin mutters in fascination. 

‘’We hid ourselves, to protect our family,’’ Yoonsu continues, his gaze solemn while observing the pups playing with a ball outside. ‘’There are many omegas suffering in their packs out there, even in the mountains and near the coast. We keep our existence a secret, so it is easier for us to live hidden. The world is ending, and alphas need us to survive so that our species does not become extinct. But they aren’t kind, they don’t love us. So we run and hide, and try to preserve our lineage in these conditions.’’

Yoonsu stops talking, turning to Jimin with a kind expression on his face. Then, he looks at Jimin’s arms, where the marks are showing under his torn shirt.

‘’Have you always had those?’’ He asks. When Jimin denies it, he hums pensively. ‘’It is weird for a Park wolf to have tattoos or white strands in their hair. Did you get to meet your parents?’’

‘’No, I’ve never—’’ Jimin abruptly stops. ‘’Wait, what do you mean white streaks?’’

Yoonsu guides him to a large mirror situated on one of the cabin’s walls. Jimin had never seen one, they were not of use in their pack. So for the first time, he sees himself reflected on a clear surface other than the surface from the river or his pot of water.

Jimin is thin and pale, his once chubby cheeks now a bit bony, his collar bones prominent under the clothes. He has a bit of muscle on his arms and things, thanks to his training, but still. He looks sick and fragile. He hates his reflection, the purple bags under his asymmetric eyes, the cuts on his skin that need to be healed. His mismatched hair, cut by one of the rogue’s axes. Brown with, as Yoonsu said, strands of white that originate from the roots. 

The same white color as the alpha with dark blue eyes that saved him in the forest, his petrichor scent that makes Jimin’s inner omega wag its tail in happiness.

‘’What does this mean?’’ he turns to Yoonsu, confused. 

‘’Judging by your reaction, I assume you had never seen yourself like this. When did the tattoos appear on your arms? Was it recently?’’

‘’A few moons ago, the day before I escaped my village.’’

‘’And did something happen that could trigger your inner wolf to manifest like this?’’ Yoonsu questions.

‘’My inner wolf?’’ Jimin thinks about his weird dream and the pain in his lower back, and then a thought crosses his mind. ‘’I drank a heat suppressant, just the day before they appeared.’’

‘’Oh, my. Is the suppressant still working? I did wonder why your scent was so subtle. Then no wonder your wolf had to manifest physically on your body, it probably is upset because of the suppressant,’’ Yoonsu says, opening a cabinet and searching for something. He hands Jimin a sachet with what seems like dried flowers. ‘’Eat that every night until the effect wears off. It’s dried snowdrop, a plant from the north, it will wake up your wolf.’’

Jimin thanks Yoonsu, then sniffles at the plants. They smell really good, a familiar scent making Jimin feel a bit nostalgic.

‘’Now, tell me, Jimin. Were your parents from the north?’’

‘’I didn’t get to meet them, they died when I was a pup. Why?’’

‘’Tattoos and white fur are common from wolves in the north. They are descended from an ancient lineage of wolves, similar to gods. They used to rule our world, and they are the only ones who can connect with complete control over their inner wolves,’’ Yoonsu says.

‘’What exactly do you mean?’’’

Yoonsu smiles, and caresses Jimin’s cheek like a mother would do to their pup.

‘’It means you are a true wolf.’’

☽

Yoongi leads him out of the Head Omega’s hut after a while. Jimin can feel the exhaustion creeping into his body, his mind a mess after the revelation.

He always knew he could communicate with his inner wolf. But he never expected it to be something out of the ordinary. Now a lot of things make sense, like the fact that he can grow his canines and claws.

Or the strange tattoos on his skin.

Jimin feels the villagers looking at him with curious eyes. Some of them smile at him, others just observe with pity in their eyes. The pups ask curious questions to their mothers, loudly enough to get a scolding for being rude to the new member of their pack.

Jimin is not a member of their pack. But they don’t know that.

He still plans to go to the city, where Taehyung is waiting for him.

He has to.

Jimin looks at Yoongi’s back, and follows him in silence.

☽

The hut Yoongi leads him to is close to the outskirts of the village. It is a simple house, made of wood, with not much furniture. It doesn’t smell like anything, and that makes Jimin realize this hut has been unoccupied since it was built.

Yoongi picks up a twig from a shelf. It smells like some kind of powder, Jimin has never seen an object like that in his life. When Yoongi strikes the twig against a stone, its tip catches fire. He puts the flame into a lamp hanging beside the door, orange light spreading through the room.

Fire. Jimin hates it. He moves to the opposite wall, not wanting to be rude to Yoongi. He can endure a bit of fire, he’ll be alright.

It’s just a lamp. Not a torch indicating he will be—

‘’You dislike fire,’’ Yoongi states. 

‘’Don’t worry,’’ Jimin says, apologetic. ‘’Is just an old trauma I guess.’’

Yoongi sits on a cushion against the wall, gesturing for Jimin to do the same. He takes off his bag and cloak, groaning when he sees how dirty his clothes are after falling down in the swamp, and sits down, close to the other omega. His scent seems to have a calming effect on Jimin, feeling his shoulders relax in the comfort of the hut.

They sit in comfortable silence, just letting everything sink in. Jimin is tired, and he feels a headache coming. His mind is a mess. Jimin glances at the other omega, who is already looking at him with a serene expression.

‘’You still plan to go to the city, right?’’ Yoongi asks after a beat of silence.

‘’I have to,’’ Jimin says with resolution. ‘’This place is lovely and I admire what you are doing, but my friend is waiting for me there—’’

‘’You can’t trust alphas, not even in the city,’’ Yoongi interrupts him with distant eyes.

‘’My best friend is an alpha, and he has never hurt me, in any way.’’

‘’It doesn’t matter,’’ Yoongi shakes his head, pulling his knees to his chest. He looks vulnerable, like this. ‘’Sooner or later, he will change. Every alpha changes. It’s a curse.’’

‘’A curse? What do you mean?’’

‘’I had an alpha, winters ago,’’ he says, looking at Jimin. ‘’He was sweet and attentive. But one day, he changed. I couldn’t recognize him. He was violent, and tried to force me to breed, even when he knew I wasn’t comfortable with sex, or intimacy overall. But he bit me, tried to mate me. Yoonji killed him, she stabbed him from behind when I couldn’t move. I don’t know what he did to me, but my body wasn’t responding. We left the pack that night, and we came across a group of omegas who were traveling the forest in search of this pack. Yoonsu recognized us, we were his from his past pack, actually. He took us in, under his care, like a mother would do.’’

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He’s left speechless after those words. A curse? The same curse that affects female omegas and kills them? But in this case, it makes alphas violent and feral. What the hell is happening in this world?

‘’I’m—’’ Jimin starts, but hesitates. He really doesn’t know how to respond to that. And saying I’m sorry doesn’t feel appropriate. So he says the first thing that crosses his mind. ‘’I’m hungry.’’

It makes Yoongi smile, even if it is a small smile, a tiny lift of his closed lips. Jimin considers it a victory.

Just like at Jimin’s pack, it seems that meat is scarce in the Omegas’ pack. Yoongi cooks for him, something elaborated with some kind of dough made with flour, oil and water, and sliced vegetables on top of it. He puts everything into an oven, and while they wait for it to finish cooking, they talk.

Just small talk here and there, about their lives. Jimin tells him about his secret escapades to the forest and how he learned to brand a sword, and Yoongi explains how he loves to cook for the young pups.  Jimin also talks about Taehyung, which makes Yoongi a bit weary, but he doesn’t say anything about it.

Jimin knows Taehyung would never hurt him, but he understands why Yoongi doesn’t trust alphas. It’s a natural reaction, a trauma he hasn’t let heal. It’s normal. Jimin comprehends him because he’s also wary of alphas.

‘’I’ll lend you some of my clothes for you to wear, once you leave. Yours are pretty torn and smell bad,’’ Yoongi says, scrunching his nose. They are done with eating, so now they are cleaning their plates in a barrel of water outside the hut. The night is chill and it smells like fresh leaves, with a hint of Yoongi’s happy tangerine scent. ‘’We have the same complexion, they’ll fit you. You can also take a bath, there’s a basin inside the hut. I’ll fill it with water before I leave.’’

‘’You really don’t have to,’’ Jimin says, drying the utensils with a cloth. ‘’I don’t want to be a nuisance.’’

‘’Oh hush,’’ Yoongi softly laughs. ‘’It is alright to accept kindness from others. Trust me, you are not. I just want you to be comfortable and safe.’’

Jimin blushes. ‘’Why do you care about others? You don’t even know me.’’

‘’I don’t know you, but I know how it feels to be alone. I’m an omega, too. I understand your pain and suffering. This world is unfair to us, for some reason I can’t understand. So we need kindness, to survive. We need to support each other, to rely on each other. To seek freedom, together,’’ Yoongi pauses, looking at the night sky. Then, he mutters. ‘’No one is free until every one of us is free.’’

Once Jimin is finally alone in the hut, he undresses and lets his old, torn clothes fall on the floor. He curls up in the warm and fluffy blankets, the faint scent of tangerine filling his senses.

He lets the exhaustion sink in, falling into the most peaceful sleep he has had in a while. 

☽

Leaving the peaceful omega pack is not easy.

It’s been just one day, but now that he feels refreshed, he needs to continue with his journey. 

Yoongi and Yoonji accompany him to the village entrance, talking about their daily lives with the pack. Yoonji is a bit more talkative than her twin, with an orange blossom scent that matches Yoongi perfectly. Jimin does wonder why the sickness, or curse, hasn’t affected her, but he doesn’t voice that thought out loud.

He’s happy they are safe and protected.

‘’You just need to keep walking north. The city is not far from here,’’ she says and handles Jimin his map. ‘’I drew more accurate indications, so you don’t get lost. Just be careful with the rogues. And it goes without saying, but please don’t reveal our secret.’’

‘’I promise you, Yoonji,’’ Jimin swears, then turns to Yoongi. ‘’And thank you for the food and clothes.’’

‘’It really is nothing,’’ Yoongi says, and timidly approaches him. ‘’Can I— huh. Can I scent you? I know it sounds weird, but I do like you, and I feel more at ease if, you know.’’

Jimin laughs. If his wolf was awakened, it would emit happy pheromones, his patchouli scent filling the village entrance. ‘’Of course you can.’’

Jimin lets Yoongi scent him, softly rubbing his nose on Jimin’s neck. It feels so nice, being scented like this. It’s been a long time since anyone scented him, and soon he feels the smell of tangerines on his skin, sweet and familiar.

He’s going to miss this, even though he’s been here for less than a moon.

‘’Be careful, alright? And if the city is not safe, just come back to us,’’ Yoongi says.

‘’I promise I’ll be safe,’’ just when he turns his back to leave, a thought crosses his mind. ‘’Can I ask you for another favor?’’

‘’Of course,’’ Yoonji says.

‘’Please, save the Omegas from my pack.’’

☽

Following the indications, Jimin walks northward.

He feels more secure in himself, and the forest is not as scary as before. Jimin also feels relieved, after asking for help. He might not be in a closer relationship with his past pack mates, but he’s not a heartless monster.

They need help, and he hopes Yoongi and Yoonji can free them.

Faint light pours through the gaps of the overlapping leaves. The sun floats in the sky, passing over him already. The city must be close by now, he hasn’t stopped walking since he left the hidden village. The forest is silent and peaceful.

Suddenly, his nerves stir, and his dormant inner wolf moves a bit, in alert. Jimin looks around. There is something there, trying to hide its presence, but Jimin can feel it. A faint scent floats through the air.

Jimin lowers his stance, grabbing at his sword.

Someone is observing him. He readies his blade.

A gust of wind whirs past his eyes, blinding him for barely a second. 

Scathing light flashes overhead, sparks flying, and a numbness spreads through his arm.

Close to their crossed swords, he sees two dark blue eyes. He smells of rain.

The white wolf.

A shiver runs up Jimin’s spine. He pushes hard against his sword, making the alpha twitch an eyebrow in amusement. Jimin takes a step back, wondering why the alpha that saved him in the first place is now acting like this.

‘’You—’’

But he isn’t able to even start his sentence. The alpha overpowers him with just a few movements, pushing Jimin back. He gathers all his strength to repel the sword that keeps blowing at him, filling the forest with the metallic sound of their clash.

Jimin jumps back, his shoulders heaving with his rough breathing. He glares at the alpha. His arms feel numb, so he lowers his sword, to show he’s not really a threat. But the alpha remains unaffected and on alert.

Sharp features with dignified coldness, and a piercing gaze that makes Jimin breathless. 

A thought crosses his mind. This alpha can’t smell him. His omega is still suppressed, and he’s walking alone in the forest. This wolf can’t identify if Jimin is a threat or not.

Fucking hell, he’s probably going to kill me if I don’t prove it to him.

‘’Wait—’’

The white alpha raises his sword. He moves so fast that Jimin barely has time to react, an ear-piercing sound echoing through the trees, followed by an eerie silence. Then, Jimin feels the alpha move his other hand. He pulls a long sword from behind his back.

Oh great, he has two weapons and clearly knows how to use them. Good luck, Jimin.

The alpha lifts the long sword high above his head while overpowering Jimin with the short blade.  He slightly smiles when Jimin, with all his might, pushes back. He’s scared, but he still will fight until the end.

Ignoring the ache on his body, Jimin pushes and pushes, gathering all his strength, until he repels the short blade, then twists his upper body as he ducks. Jimin uses his now-freed sword to catch the long sword’s blow, a high-pitched sound rattling his eardrums. The alpha withdraws a step and then charges using the short blade as a shield. 

Jimin jumps back, blocking the attacks in quick succession. He almost falls back when his feet become entangled, but he keeps his balance the best he can. The alpha is strong, stronger than any wolf Jimin has ever fought against. He moves so beautifully that Jimin is speechless, captivated at how elegant his fighting looks. Jimin keeps his defensive stance while he plans how to gain control. If he doesn’t, he will lose. He refuses to lose.

This wolf won’t kill him. His scent is betraying his true intentions. He’s pleased, smelling of wet earth after a downpour.

The alpha is enjoying this fight just as much as Jimin. 

Jimin evades the blades by crouching down, then he steps in towards the alpha, baring his fangs and growling threateningly. The alpha moves aside, avoiding Jimin’s sword. 

Now it’s my chance.

Jimin kicks the ground and jumps into the trees, leaping into the air. The alpha is right below him, and he turns immediately. Jimin knows he’s going to counter-attack, can see it in his stance. So Jimin moves his body directly to the alpha’s swords, his own blade high above his head. 

Just as Jimin thinks he caught him, the alpha disappears. Jimin lands on the forest floor with a grunt, disoriented. As soon as he turns around, trying to locate his opponent, he feels the wind move with a hint of petrichor, and sees a gleam of light.

Jimin hears the sharp sound of tearing fabric and feels the cold wind of the forest on his lower arm’ skin. 

A cut on his robes, showing his tattoos.

Jimin jumps back, clutching his arm. He’s not injured, but he thought the blade also pierced his skin. This alpha is way too good with his swords if he can avoid cutting his opponent with sharp precision. 

Irritation dishelves his thoughts. Is the alpha mocking him, because he’s an omega? Is that why he hasn’t injured him?

The rain scent turns spicy as he observes Jimin.

He’s showing off.

‘’You are not bad,’’ the alpha finally says with a melodic and soft voice. When Jimin rolls his eyes, relaxing his stance, the alpha smirks. He sheathes his blades and lifts his coat. On his exposed arm stands a distinct red cut. The alpha traces the outline, catching a drop of blood and then licking it off. ‘’What’s your name, omega?’’

Jimin scoffs at the arrogant tone. ‘’You give me your name first, alpha.’’

‘’Oh, but I asked first. And I saved your ass the other day. You haven’t even thanked me, where are your manners huh?’’

‘’I didn’t ask for your help,’’ Jimin retorts, puffing his chest.

The alpha smiles condescendingly at Jimin.  ‘’You know they would have killed you, right? Among other things. Unless you wanted to die.’’

‘’I just beat you,’’ Jimin crosses his arms, upset. ‘’And you are clearly stronger than those rogues. Do you think I couldn’t handle them?’’

‘’If they were normal rogues then yes, you could,’’ the alpha snorts. ‘’But you are not an opponent for feral rogues. So you are welcome.’’

Feral? Is that what Yoongi was talking about? That curse that turns alphas feral?

Jimin thinks about the scent he couldn’t recognize when the rogues attacked him. It had bothered his omega, not being able to understand that scent. Maybe it was the scent of a feral wolf, something Jimin had never experienced. Until now.

Jimin grits his teeth and growls lowly, still not liking the mocking tone the alpha is using to speak to him. How dare he. And his inner omega wags its tail, for some reason he can’t understand.

The alpha’s lips curve into a smile of amusement. ‘’You are really funny to mess with. Don’t get so angry, or you’ll die young.’’

‘’Shut up,’’ Jimin growls. He knows he’s being provoked, but it still pisses him off. He steps towards the alpha and lungs out, but his attack is easily avoided. ‘’Who are you, and what do you want from me?’’

Jimin recklessly smashes his sword into nothing. Thrusting his sword out, he loses his balance. In the split second he tries to get back up, he feels something knocking his feet back, feels his body floating in the air until his shoulder hits the ground under him. When he tries to get up, a sharp gust of wind passes by the side of his face, followed by a dull sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a sword thrust into the ground.

‘’That was easy. Didn’t I just tell you? You’ll die young,’’ the alpha looks down at Jimin with a triumphant smile, resting his hands on the hilt of the sword. He’s caging Jimin’s body with his own, long legs at the sides of Jimin’s torso.

‘’Get away from me, you stupid alpha,’’ Jimin scoffs. 

‘’Only when you answer me. Who are you?’’ When Jimin doesn’t respond to him, the alpha sighs. ‘’You are so stubborn.’’

‘’Why do you want to know?’’

‘’You are a northern wolf, and you are strong like a warrior. I just want to know your name,’’ he says, shrugging. ‘’Now tell me.’’

A strand of white hair falls over the alpha’s dark blue eyes, gleaming in the sunlight. He’s ethereal, as if he doesn’t belong to this plane of existence. Too pretty to live in a decaying world like this. Jimin is thankful his wolf is sleeping, because it would be releasing a sweet scent at this moment.

He sighs, swallowing his pride. ‘’Jimin. I don’t come from the north, and I’m not a warrior. Only an omega from the Park pack.’’

‘’The Park pack?’’

‘’I answered, right? Now let me stand up.’’

The alpha lets him move from the forest floor. A dull pain runs through Jimin’s shoulders, probably from the fall, but he endures it. He lets out the tension with a short sigh and casts a sharp look at the alpha standing before him. 

‘’Now it’s your turn. Who are you?’’

‘’Jeon Jeongguk, from the northern pack, the Jeon clan,’’ he says with pride.

That, Jimin knows. He mentally thanks Yoonsu for the revelations about his possible lineage. He does wonder why he is from the north if he was born down in the south. Maybe one day he’ll find the answers, but right now that’s not important. ‘’Why did you attack me?’’

‘’So many questions,’’ Jeongguk sighs. ‘’I never seen another northern wolf in this forest, so I was–’’

Jeongguk abruptly stops, looking at the trees. 

Someone is there. Jimin hears the sound of something running through the bushes. Two of them, heading this way. Jimin forgets about Jeongguk, brandishing his sword, his stance stiff. 

That weird smell reaches his nostrils once again. It stinks.

The rustling in the trees and bushes grows louder, the rogues clearly not caring about hiding their presence. They don’t want to hunt, they want to kill whoever they find.

Suddenly, Jeongguk runs in that direction, drawing his short sword from its sheath. His mocking and arrogant demeanor is completely gone, his face now showing a serious and determined expression.

‘’Wait—’’ Jimin’s voice gets overlapped by the high-pitched sound that echoes through the forest. Jimin can see Jeongguk fighting someone through the gaps between the vegetation, the rogues jumping at him all at once. 

‘’I know you are hiding a sweet omega out there,’’ one of the rogues says. ‘’If you are not going to share it , then we’ll have to kill you.’’

Jeongguk snorts at their words, wielding his swords. ‘’That omega is a lot to handle for a bunch of pathetic airheads like you. Why don’t you stick your knots into a beehive?’’

‘’You call us pathetic? I can see that omega standing there and still not taken or bred,’’ another rogue laughs, grabbing at his crotch. ‘’I’ll show him what a true alpha is, once we are done with you.’’

‘’Language, rogue- goon . That’s not the way to court an omega,’’ Jeongguk keeps going, his tone light with sarcasm. He really enjoys rilling up his opponents with mockery, doesn’t he? Jimin scoffs, silently approaching the scene. He’s not going to sit pretty and watch, if he can fight he’ll fight. ‘’See, he’s not even interested in you. I’m clearly a more interesting alpha.’’

‘’Shut up, idiot,’’ the rogue growls, offended. Jeongguk subtly readies his sword as the rogues keep throwing bland insults at him. ‘’How about you shut that useless mouth of yours? The omega is ours, we claimed it first. Just give it to us.’’

Jimin wants to jump at them every time they refer to him as an object. He also readies his sword, hiding behind Jeongguk’s larger body, and whispers: ‘’If you don’t kill them I’ll do it on my own, alpha.’’

Jimin feels the petrichor scent strengthen at his words. Prideful alpha.

The forest canopy casts dappled shadows on the ground as Jimin and Jeongguk face their opponents amidst the trees. The rogues, with a sword and an ax in hand, exude a menacing aura.

They are clearly both bloodthirsty and aroused by Jimin’s mere presence, he can smell it in their scents. It makes him feel sick.

Jeongguk twirls the long sword and short sword expertly, eyes fixed on the rogues, while Jimin stands firm by his side, sword gleaming in the filtered sunlight. The rogues sneer, their confidence evident in their aggressive stances.

Without a word, the clash begins.

Jeongguk lungs forward with swift, calculated strikes, the long sword whistling through the air. The rogues parry with the sword and deflect blows with the ax, their coordination formidable for a pair of feral wolves.

They are skilled in battle, unlike the group Jimin encountered moons ago.

It makes the fight even more interesting.

Jimin moves gracefully, his sword weaving intricate patterns as he defends and counters. The rogues press on, their attacks synchronized, each swing aiming to overpower the duo. Their attacks are mostly directed at Jeongguk, physically being the most powerful of the two.

They underestimate Jimin, like every alpha, because of his subgender.

He’ll prove them wrong.

The forest echoes with the clash of metal on metal, leaves rustling as the wolves maneuver through the underbrush. Jeongguk’s dual-wielding style keeps the opponents on their toes, his blows raining down in a whirlwind of steel.

Jimin, focused and determined, dances between strikes, his own blade meeting the rogues’ weapons with precision and grace. The rogues, while fierce, begin to falter under Jimin’s relentless assault.

Predictable .

With a decisive move, Jeongguk disarms one of the rogues, his long sword catching the foe's blade and sending it spinning into the undergrowth. Meanwhile, Jimin takes his opportunity to swiftly sidestep an ax swing, countering with a powerful thrust that sends the other rogue staggering backward.

The rogues, now on the defensive, struggle to regroup. Jimin and Jeongguk seize the opportunity, their synchronicity and teamwork flawless as they close in on their adversaries.

In a final, coordinated assault, Jimin and Jeongguk attack in unison. The rogues, overwhelmed, falter, unable to withstand the combined prowess of two skilled wolves.

With a decisive strike, the rogues are left disarmed, their weapons clattering to the forest floor. The rogues grit their teeth, glaring at them.

Jimin stands victorious beside Jeongguk, chest heaving with exertion, amidst the serene yet witness-filled forest, their united strength prevailing against the odds.

Jimin has never felt this alive.

‘’Damn it,’’ one of the rogues says, lifting his hands in surrender. ‘’Listen, alpha, we didn’t know he was your mate.’’

‘’We are sorry,’’ the other gets to his knees and makes a deep bow at Jeongguk, still not sparing a single glance at Jimin, who had defeated him in battle. ‘’Please spare our life and we’ll leave you alone, alpha.’’

Jeongguk glances at Jimin, not saying a word. But Jimin gets the message. He is letting Jimin make the final decision.

‘’Hey,’’ he says, and the two rogues look at him bewildered. ‘’You two keep speaking to him as if I wasn’t here, as if I didn’t fight with you, and won. I’m not his mate or an object he possesses. I’m an omega, yes. I have feelings and emotions like you. I should have the same rights as you, stupid alphas, have,’’ Jimin feels it coming, all the pent-up rage bottled up inside of him breaking free of its cage. He’s so mad. ‘’I fucking despise alphas like you, who abuse their power, who talk like you own the earth you walk in, who act like gods when you are nothing but coward rats who hide behind your subgender and status. Do you know why I would never surrender to an alpha? Because I have the power to do this.’’

Jimin takes the longsword from Jeongguk’s hand, who hands it over to him without complaint. Jimin takes in his rain scent, before piercing the rogue’s heart with the blade. He doesn’t even blink, he lets the rage, all the years of abuse he endured, leave his body at the same time the rogue’s soul leaves his.

The rogue falls to the floor, dead. 

☽

Jeongguk buries the two corpses while Jimin sits on a fallen trunk, his hands shaking. He would be lying if he said that killing someone for the first time is easy.

He let all his bottled up anger take control of his emotions and didn't blink an eye, but now he’s letting it sink in.

He feels horrible.

Jimin is used to seeing dead bodies, but never from his own hands.

But at least that’s two rogues that won’t lie a hand on a lone, innocent omega. At least his hands being covered in blood can do something good for this world. 

He wishes he hadn’t had to do it, in the first place.

“All done,” Jeongguk says once he’s finished, cleaning his dirty hands on his cloak. “You alright?”

‘’Yeah,’’ Jimin says huskily, his voice rough. He feels thirsty and goes to get his water flask, but Jeongguk beats him to it. 

‘’Drink mine, it is probably fresher than yours,’’ the alpha says, handing Jimin his flask. ‘’It becomes easier after a while.’’

‘’What?’’ Jimin says after drinking half of the flask’s contents.

‘’Killing,’’ Jeongguk simply says, his gaze drawn to the canopy of leaves that envelops them. ‘’It will be dark soon, so we should get moving.’’

Jimin scoffs. “We? I'm not going with you. Don’t think because we fought together we are suddenly friends or something.”

“Alright then,” Jeongguk sighs. ‘’Sleep in here if you want to be an easy target for more rogues, but I am going to sleep in a warm bed tonight. I’ll think of you in my dreams.”

‘’Are you really leaving me here?’’ Jimin scowls when Jeongguk starts to walk without him, so he stands up and jogs to catch the alpha up. He walks down beside him, pouting. ‘’Where are we even going? And why should I trust you? First you save me, then you attack me, and now you are being nice to me again. Why? What are your intentions?’’

‘’I saved you because I was hunting down those rogues. I thought I smelt something, but it was very faint,’’ Jeongguk says, lowering his gaze to look at Jimin. If he realizes Jimin is suppressing his scent on purpose, he doesn’t comment on it. ‘’And today I was testing your strength. As I said, I’ve never seen another northern wolf in this forest, and you fight like a warrior. But you told me you are from a southern pack, so now I’m even more curious about you.’’

‘’Do you hunt rogues in your free time or something? And why the hell were you testing my strength?’’

‘’I work as a mercenary,’’ Jeongguk simply says. ‘’And I enjoy fighting worthy opponents.’’

‘’Am I?’’ Is he? ‘’I’m just an omega, I trained myself to survive. I’m not a warrior.’’ 

‘’A warrior is more than just someone skilled in the art of war. You are a natural fighter with a cause worth fighting for. That’s why I like you,’’ Jeongguk shrugs.

Jimin slightly blushes at that, his faint patchouli scent sweetening. He hopes Jeongguk doesn’t realize that, though.. ‘’If you believe so, then why you didn’t let me take care of those two rogues on my own?’’

‘’Because you are too noble. Those two were feral rogues, and I had my doubts you would kill them,’’ he says as he walks forward, looking sideways at Jimin. He seems to be familiar with this part of the forest, so Jimin simply follows, blindly trusting him. ‘’But you proved me wrong. I liked what you said, you know. Is not everyday that I find omegas with the guts to say what you said. Another reason I’m kind of fond of you. You are an interesting wolf, Jimin. You will fit just perfectly fine in Seori.’’

Jimin doubts he is noble. He let his fears and rage take control of his mind, he just killed someone—

Wait, did Jeongguk say Seori? 

‘’The city is near here?’’

Jeongguk nods. ‘’Yeah, it’s not that far. We are close to the path, actually. That’s where we are going.’’

After a while, the shrub-covered path begins to thin out.  The scenery begins to change, and Jimin is taken aback. He’s never seen trees or bushes like this before, and the smells are so pleasant that he wishes he could spend an entire day here, just sitting among the lush greenery and enjoying the peace.

He is so tired of seeing the same damn forest all the time.

Jimin feels nervous, for some reason. His heartbeat speeds up, and his steps become a little lighter. Jeongguk chuckles beside him, muting something akin to cute.

Before a short walk, the entangled trees begin to open up, and a silhouette appears before them. A place Jimin can not even describe exists there, nestled in a valley and protected by mountains.

‘’That’s the city of Seori,’’ Jeongguk says.

‘’That?’’ As Jeongguk walks before him, Jimin’s eyes sparkle in wonder.

The city is illuminated by the last rays of light, casting enormous shadows on the soil, the sight unfolding before Jimin’s eyes defying imagination. 

Towering buildings, majestic and proud, stand adorned with nature’s artistry. A cloak of vines drapes delicately over stone archways, and verdant foliage claims ownership of once-hallowed courtyards. Trees, mighty and resolute, defiantly sprout from the crevices of the structures, their roots entwined with the remnants of forgotten glory.

Jimin’s breath hitches at the sight of what he can only describe as an ancient civilization’s remnants, their magnificence intertwined with nature’s brushstrokes. He feels like he’s in another world. As if the forest was some kind of realm that made him reach paradise.

A humble settlement thrives amid the ruins. The wolves fashion their existence amidst the remnants of what Jimin only can think of as the home of ancient Gods. Walls that once probably guarded dynasties are now sheltering newcomers, the remains of a forgotten era repurposed into fortifications for their humble homes.

Jimin marvels as they navigate torch-lit streets, winding through the moss-covered remains of the ancient city. It’s a mesmerizing sigh—he can’t stop looking at everything he sees, little Oh ’s escaping his mouth every now and then. Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, just walks before him, guiding them into the intricate streets of Seori. If Jimin pays close attention, he can smell amusement on his rainy scent.

Jimin is most struck by the strangeness of it all. Since he has lived in seclusion with his pack, lost in the forests, he’s mesmerized. Wolves walk the streets freely, going here and there, chatting animatedly with each other. There are a lot of wolves everywhere he looks at. Alphas and omegas equally. There’s no fear in their gazes. No dominating auras. Nothing. Everyone smells happy and relaxed, and Jimin is overwhelmed with so many scents and noises. 

‘’Stick with me, you’ll get lost,’’ Jeongguk gently pulls at his wrist when Jimin stops to look at what seems to be a merchant, selling weird trinkets Jimin has no idea what they are. 

Jimin lets himself be guided by the alpha, still looking in wonder at all the wolves. Their appearances are so mixed, some of them have dark skin, others long hair, pups and pregnant omegas are walking at peace down the busy streets, elder alphas sitting on benches and reading books while feeding tiny birds at their feet—

But one thing he never sees is other wolves with white hair.

That’s strange, Jimin thinks to himself as he looks at a row of homes along a street, still being pulled by Jeongguk by the wrist. His hold is gentle, and it grounds Jimin a little bit.

Stalls and colorful signs occupy the narrow paths, vendors calling out to visit in boisterous voices. Everything is so lively, with so many colors and scents everywhere, but Jimin can’t stop thinking about the miserable lives wolves live outside in the forests.

How unfair.  

The wolves of Seori seem to have everything close to their reach. There are vendors offering food, clothes, and shiny trinkets. Meat and vegetables make his stomach growl in hunger. Yet he had to survive with nuts and dried fruits while seeing pack mates die every moon cycle.

Unfair, so fucking unfair.

Jimin thinks he hates this place even more than the forests.

☽

They’ve been walking for a while, and Jimin is starting to feel irritated at Jeongguk’s lack of response every time he asks where they are going. Finally, they stop in front of one of the buildings, a large wooden cabin with two stories and a signboard tied up high above them.

An inn. So this is where they are planning to sleep, Jimin guesses. He thought Jeongguk would own his own home in the city, for some reason.

Why are you disappointed?

‘’Go in,’’ Jeongguk says.

Alright maybe he does own a house, he just doesn’t want Jimin to spend the night there.

WHY ARE YOU DISAPPOINTED. He inwardly slaps himself in the face.

Jeongguk pushes open the door and enters the building, leaving Jimin out there, stammering and blushing because of his inner thoughts.

As soon as they enter, Jimin sees a reception desk, but there’s no one behind the counter. The room looks like a waiting room, decorated with a small but comfortable-looking sofa and two small tables. Behind it, stairs lead to the second floor, probably where the rooms are located. The inn doesn’t seem very large but smells comfy and safe, the faint scent of sandalwood filling the room. It could be from the furniture or the owner, Jimin doesn’t know.

Jeongguk approaches the reception desk. There’s a book and some scattered papers on the counter.

‘’Oh, he’s out,’’ the Alpha mutters, reading one of the paper leaves from the desk. ‘’He’s so ridiculous, leaving the place alone like this.’’

Jimin approaches him. ‘’Do we stay here?’’

‘’Yeah, I’ll just write him a note so he knows my usual room is occupied,’’ Jeongguk shrugs, and with a thin brush and some ink, he starts to write something on the same note he was reading. Jimin casts a glance at his neat calligraphy. ‘’The owner is a close friend, don’t worry about anything. Let’s go.’’

Jeongguk heads towards the stairs, and Jimin is about to follow when he hears a sound from the entrance. He waits, thinking maybe the owner or another guest might come in, but nothing happens. Was it his imagination? 

But then, the front door shakes. It doesn’t open, so Jimin gets closer to it, on high alert, his hand on his blade’s handle, ready to pounce. The muffled voice at the other side makes him relax his stance.

‘’Hey, is anyone there? My hands are full, and I can’t open the door.’’ 

The door rattles again, so Jimin helps whoever is outside to open it. 

‘’Ah, thank you. I bought way too much stuff,’’ a fatigued voice says, his face hidden by a pile of boxes. One of the packages the stranger is carrying falls next to Jimin, so he kneels to pick it up, then looks up at the tall, broad-shouldered alpha that smells so strongly of sandalwood, standing before him. ‘’Oh, are you a customer? I thought you were Hobi.’’

‘’Hobi?’’ Jimin asks, still awestruck looking at the handsome Alpha. His face is literally perfect what the hell.

‘’That’s my mate, we own this inn. Are you staying here?’’ The Alpha says with a cheerful smile.

‘’Yeah, we are.’’

‘’That’s nice, that’s nice,’’ the Alpha says, dropping all the boxes he was carrying on the floor close to the sofa with a long sigh. ‘’It’s been a while since we got a new face. Are you a traveler? Wait, you said we, is anyone accompanying you?’’

‘’Yeah, he—’’ Jimin gestures upstairs. ‘’He went up, he left you a note, over there.’’

‘’A note? Oh, I see!’’ the alpha says, crackling a laugh once he reads the note Jeongguk wrote for him. ‘’That pup, what am I going to do with him? Let me introduce myself, I’m Seokjin. I know the inn is not very fancy, but it’s small and cozy. You can rest as much as you like. The Autumn moon festival is near, so the city gets crowded easily. Are you here to enjoy the festivities? Did Jeongguk finally invite someone from his clan to the city?’’

Jimin shakes his head, a bit overwhelmed. ‘’No, I—’’

‘’Jin, leave him alone,’’ Jeongguk appears out of nowhere beside Jimin, his petrichor scent calming Jimin’s racing heart. He silently thanks him and curls a bit behind his back. ‘’He’s tired. I collected him from the forest. Who knows how long he’s been out there? I’ll explain to you later. Jimin-ssi , follow me, I’ll let you sleep at peace.’’

‘’Yah, don’t be a brat,’’ Seokjin scowls in fake annoyance, but then he looks at Jimin with empathetic eyes. ‘’I see, then go rest. I’ll make some light dinner for you, come downstairs when you wake up, alright? It doesn’t matter the time, we’ll be here waiting for you.’’

☽

The room is simple, without any special features. There are two beds, a small table, and a chair. It smells so strongly of petrichor, that Jimin’s inner wolf would be jumping in happiness, wagging its tail like an overexcited pup.

There’s a lamp on the shelf, a barrel of water in a corner, and a door that seems to lend to a bathroom.

And even though the room is simple, it does look lived in. Like Jeongguk has spent long hours inside this room. Maybe it is his home, after all.

Jimin opens the window, letting the night air in. Just for a bit. The streets are as lively as they were when they arrived, and light flickers in the stalls of the street vendors. Wolves still walk down the streets, their laughter resonating like a distant echo in Jimin's ears.

Are you here to enjoy the festivities?

How can they celebrate a festival, when there are people out there dying. When omegas are being forced to breed, enclosed in tiny huts without food or water.

Jimin lets out a small sigh. It’s been such a long journey, but he had finally made it to the city. Such thoughts are a nuisance, being upset won't solve anything. Now, he needs to focus on finding Taehyung.

Jimin opens his bag, remembering the satchel Yoonsu gave him. The dried snowdrops taste sour in his mouth, and he starts to feel a faint headache. He's so tired.

He lies down in the bed near the window, surrounded by the scent of rain, and finally, Jimin lets his body relax.

His thoughts wander to Jeongguk's voice, pronouncing his name in a foreign dialect that, for some reason, evokes a sense of nostalgic melancholy in him.

Jimin-ssi.

That night, he dreams of a downpour and blue eyes.

Chapter Text

All I need is you

Comeback, I'm waiting, Anytime

The heavy rains come

Still I miss days with you

I can't look into your face

Feeling blue and looking back again

Please come back to me

☽

Jimin has never seen this much food in his life.

For obvious reasons. 

He’s sitting at the table at the inn’s canteen, eyes wide with astonishment as Seokjin, with a gleaming smile, presents an array of plates adorned with a colorful assortment of vegetables and savory meats. The tantalizing aroma wafts through the air, teasing Jimin’s senses and piquing his curiosity.

He had woken up a few hours before sunrise and, as Seokjin had said, they were waiting for him downstairs. Jimin wonders when they slept, if they were just waiting for him. The room had been empty when he woke up, no signs of anyone using the other bed.

Jeongguk sits on a chair at the counter, a cup of steaming warm liquid in his hand as he silently observes the scene unfolding before his eyes while Hoseok, Seokjin’s mate, sweeps the floor with a broom and a heart-shaped smile on his face.

Hoseok is an alpha as well, with soft brown hair and a cute face. He has a lemongrass scent with a hint of sandalwood, and he’s funny and talkative, and Jimin wonders if it’s common for alphas to mate with each other in the city. 

‘’All of this is for me?’’ Jimin asks, his voice tinged with a mix of wonder and disbelief.

Seokjin chuckles warmly, his eyes twinkling with delight at Jimin’s reaction. ‘’I wanted to introduce you to some new flavors. Go ahead, dig in! Let me know what catches your eye.’’

Surveying the spread before him, Jimin feels a rush of excitement and a hint of uncertainty and… jealousy. Vibrant stir-fried vegetables glisten with savory sauces, succulent cuts of seasoned meat, and dishes he can’t quite place. It’s an enticing mosaic of tastes and textures that he has never experienced, and his mind wanders to that headspace again.

I had to survive with nuts and have never tried cooked vegetables in my life. I ate juicy meat for the last time when I was a pup. But wolves of the city have every of this at their disposal, and can even offer it to a stranger. 

Picking up a fork, Jimin tentatively selects a colorful medley of roasted vegetables. He does want to eat the meat, but he feels a guilty feeling just by looking at it. As he takes his first bite, a burst of flavors dance on his palate, a symphony of savory and tangy notes that make him pause in surprise.

‘’This is amazing,’’ Jimin whispers, but he can’t stop the sour look on his face. ‘’I've never tasted anything quite like this.’’

‘’I’m glad you like it! Hobi grows the vegetables himself in our garden,’’ Seokjin eagerly explains, his sandalwood scent pleased with a hint of proudness, while his mate smiles sheepishly. 

Jimin is glad none of them have seen his expression, the last thing he wants is to offend the people who had only shown kindness to him. But when he looks at the counter, he sees Jeongguk looking at him, face unreadable. 

Empathetic. That’s what his petrichor scent is telling Jimin.

Jimin continues to eat in silence while Seokjin and Hoseok animatedly chat, telling him stories of how they fell in love during the Autumn festival winters ago, how they will soon celebrate their anniversary alone in a cabin in the outskirts of Seori, how Jeongguk will look after the inn, the latter complaining that he’s busy.

But Jimin just focuses on eating and having his feelings under control.

This doesn’t feel good.

Once he’s done eating, he offers himself to clean the plates, but Hoseok beats him to it, saying he’s a guest.

‘’At least let me pay for my stance here,’’ Jimin says to Seokjin, who is now sitting beside him at the table. Jeongguk has also moved to sit with them, his gaze focused on Jimin all the time. It makes him shiver. ‘’I have some money, I don’t know if it’s much, but I want to pay.’’

‘’It isn’t necessary, Jimin,’’ Seokjin says softly. ‘’I already told you, you are our guest. Just focus on recovering for now. We’ll help you with anything you need.’’

But Jimin doesn’t want to be treated like that, as if he is an omega in distress. ‘’I appreciate your gesture, but—’’

‘’Would you feel better if you worked for it?’’ Jeongguk interrupts him, and Jimin looks at him wide-eyed.

‘’Yeah. I want to help if in exchange you let me sleep in here. I don’t care about the food, I’m used to not eating much.’’

Seokjin scoffs, a bit offended. ‘’I’m not letting you starve, you are not a slave. I understand you don’t want to intrude, and I respect that, but it doesn’t feel good to me.’’

‘’What about this,’’ Jeongguk says calmly. ‘’He pays you for today’s lunch and room, since I’m sure he won’t change his mind. And if he wants to stay here while he searches for his friend, he can come with me to work.’’

‘’Are you out of your mind,’’ Seokjin shakes his head, some of his dark, fluffy hair falling over his eyes. ‘’That’s too dangerous, and you know it Jeongguk.’’

‘’I’ve seen him fight, hyung. He’s probably stronger than me.’’

That makes Jimin blush. He’s in no way stronger than Jeongguk, but he appreciates the alpha recognizing his strength. 

‘’I’ll go with him,’’ Jimin says, looking at Seokjin with determination. ‘’And I’ll pay you with this, I hope this is enough to cover today’s service.’’

Jimin picks up his money satchel from inside his cloak pocket, the leather torn and worn over the years. He has never needed to use it, since he never owned money per se, but the colored stones inside of it are his only valuable object.

That, and the bracelet he kept inside of the sachet. Jimin tosses the entire contents of the sachet onto the table.

‘’This is everything I have—’’

But he’s interrupted by Jeongguk’s hard tone, his scent turning into a storm.

‘’Where did you find that?’’ The alpha points a long finger at the bracelet. 

‘’In the forest—’’ Jeongguk doesn’t let him finish the sentence, grabbing the bracelet and holding it tightly, his knuckles white. ‘’Hey!’’

‘’This is mine,’’ he says, expression distant. ‘’And you should keep those stones. They are not currency, but probably a family inheritance. One of your parents must have been a priest.’’

‘’A priest?’’ Jimin asks, dumbfounded.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, calming his scent. He looks back at Jimin, this time a bit apologetic. ‘’Yeah. Those stones are common in my clan, priests use them to read fate and divination. How old are you?’’

‘’Twenty-seven winters.’’

‘’I see,’’ Jeongguk says, pensively. ‘’I’m pretty sure your parents used to belong to the Jeon pack, there used to be rumors about a female omega priest who fled more than twenty winters ago. That was before I was born, so I’m not sure if they are true or not. But I can gather more information about it if you want me to.’’

Does he?  

Jimin has never felt curious about his family, if he’s being honest. His only paternal figure has always been Taehyung’s father, but he stopped caring about Jimin the moment he presented as an omega. He had to endure his first heat alone, scared, and locked up in his cottage. He had had one of the worst and highest fevers of his life, and the pain made him hurt himself and break the furniture.

His heats are always painful.

Without an omega to guide him, and knowing what would happen to him from that moment and forward, he had even resented his omega parent. How dare they abandon him at that awful place, with Jimin not even knowing their name. Maybe it’s too harsh to think like that. But Jimin had been alone and scared, and his inner wolf wasn’t happy.

But with Jeongguk’s help, maybe at least he can learn their name, and they would stop being a faceless entity in his childhood memories.

‘’I want to know,’’ he says softly. 

‘’Then we can travel to the Jeon clan one day, I can show you around,’’ Jeongguk says, standing up from the bench. ‘’Now go get ready, we have some shopping to do.’’

☽

“Where are we going?” 

The first rays of dawn breach the horizon, and Jeongguk is guiding Jimin through the bustling market square. The morning mist lazily embraces the streets, weaving a hazy veil over the awakening city of Seori.

‘’We are having a date,’’ Jeongguk says, strolling through the waking alleys with Jimin following close. There aren’t many wolves at the market yet, but he doesn’t want to get lost.

‘’And what is that?’’ Jimin asks, looking with curiosity at how a stall owner, a wolf that looks pretty old but still moves with ease, prepares his wares with meticulous care. It seems his stall sells baked bread, the tantalizing aroma mingling with the pungent fragrance of spices from the stall beside his, the owner a gorgeous female alpha with long braided hair and dark skin.

Jimin’s stomach would be rumbling with hunger if it were not for the generous breakfast Seokjin had prepared.  

‘’You’ll see,’’ Jeongguk says, tilting his head and smiling boyishly. The rays of light make his hair look like a halo.

His attitude towards Jimin has changed, in some way. When they met at the forest, Jeongguk was a bit cold while testing the omega’s strength. But still, he has only shown Jimin kindness, and his inner wolf is, for some reason, attached to the alpha. Like a lost pup. 

And Jimin is still a stranger to all of them. It makes him confused, not knowing if he can trust them one hundred percent. His instincts tell him he shouldn’t, but his wolf wags its tail in happiness at the mere thought of a warm bed and food.

The clinking of metal echoes as merchants arrange their gleaming trinkets, while the lively chatter of the townsfolk fills the air, signaling the dawn of a new day.

A colorful scene unfolds in front of Jimin’s eyes. Vibrant tapestries in dawn colors cascade from a stall, their intricate designs catching the soft morning light. They are so pretty and look so soft to the touch. He gets closer to the stall, leaving Jeongguk’s side, and with a careful hand touches a soft-looking fur blanket of a vibrant yellow color.

He starts to purr unconsciously.

‘’Do you like it, sir?’’ The stall owner, a young female omega, says with a gentle voice. She is almost Jimin’s height, with long, brown hair that reaches her lower back and a kind smile with a dimple on her face.

‘’It’s very soft,’’ Jimin says, coughing softly to stop his purr. He blushes when the girl laughs at his poor attempt at hiding it.

‘’I also purr a lot while sewing and crocheting them, so don’t feel ashamed. Most omegas love fluffy blankets for nesting, maybe your mate should get you one,’’ she says, looking behind Jimin.

The smell of rain fills his nostrils, and the words of the other omega make his face flush. 

‘’N— No, he’s not—’’ he splutters.

‘’Do you like it?’’ Jeongguk simply asks, unbothered. ‘’I can get it for you, the blankets at the inn have seen better times.’’

‘’You have a sweet mate,’’ the omega says, talking to Jeongguk. Jimin wishes the earth would swallow him whole, his face burns, and Jeongguk genuinely looks like he’s having a blast over Jimin’s embarrassment. ‘’This blanket comes with a set of bed sheets and pillows, perfect for nesting during the cold season.’’

‘’I’m sure my mate would love it.’’

And so Jimin gets a new set for his temporary bed at Seokjin’s inn. Jeongguk can’t stop laughing at his flushed face as they continue walking through the streets, the market coming alive with its own rhythm. Villagers weave through the streets, wrapped in cloaks of various colors. Jimin and Jeongguk’s banter and laughter fill their morning with a sense of company and familiarity that reminds Jimin so much of Taehyung.

‘’Why did you have to play along,’’ Jimin groans, lightly pushing the alpha with his shoulder. 

‘’It was hilarious,’’ Jeongguk exclaims. ‘’Your face was as red as a tomato, sorry. You are fun to mess up with.’’

‘’You are so annoying.’’

‘’That’s not what you say when you want to show gratitude,’’ Jeongguk clicks his tongue. ‘’Don’t people of the South have manners?’’

‘’Not really, if I’m being honest,’’ Jimin says dryly. ‘’Alphas are too busy doing knot size competitions and omegas don’t talk to each other.’’

Jimin feels that his words have killed the mood, a subtle sour flowery scent making his nose itch. His own scent, he misses it, wishes the suppressants had worn off already. 

‘’Don’t let your past bother you,’’ Jeongguk says softly, walking ahead without looking back at Jimin. It’s almost as if he is speaking to himself. ‘‘You can’t get rid of it, and even if it hurts, you can only move forward in the hope of a better future. Remain strong, this world won’t make it easy for you, but don’t give up.’’

‘’It is easier said than done,’’ Jimin mutters.

‘’I know, but you are not alone anymore. You can trust us. You can trust me .’’

Jimin knows that.

The rhythmic clang of metal echoes through the streets, catching Jimin’s attention. He was so immersed in their conversation that he didn’t realize they were getting close to a blacksmith.

They step into the dimly lit workshop, the air heavy with the scent of burning coal and molten metal. 

With a nod, the blacksmith, a tall and muscled alpha with sinewy arms and a face marked by years of hard work, greets them. The flickering flames and glowing embers in the forge cast an enchanting light upon the array of weapons and tools adorning the walls, but they make Jimin flinch. He tries to not show it, but the place makes him nervous.

Jeongguk leads him toward a gleaming display of swords. Each blade bears the mark of the blacksmith’s expertise, their edges honed to perfection. The blacksmith doesn’t pay attention to them, and Jeongguk moves with familiarity across the place. Jimin wonders if he buys all his weapons from here, casting a glance at the alpha’s dual blades sheathed in his back and hip.

Jeongguk selects a sword—a blade forged from the finest steel, its hilt intricately adorned with an intricate pattern. Jimin takes a closer look at it and freezes.

Patchouli flowers.

‘’Try it,’’ Jeongguk says.

The weight of the blade feels familiar yet different, a reflection of its superior craftsmanship. Jimin hears the blacksmith, with a gruff voice softened by pride, speak of the sword’s balance, its resilience, and the care that had gone into its creation, but the words are muffled in Jimin’s ears.

Patchouli. 

With a shy nod and a heartfelt thanks, Jimin accepts his new sword.

Leaving the forge, Jimin holds the sword close, feeling the hum of its power resonate within him. Jeongguk walks by his side, silently observing, and carrying a pouch with coins in one hand, the bag with Jimin’s bed sheets on his shoulder. 

‘’He offered you a nice amount for your old sword,’’ the alpha says. ‘’We can use this in our next stop.’’

‘’You know,’’ Jimin says, his eyes not leaving the sword.

‘’What do I know?’’

‘’My scent,’’ Jimin says, pausing to look at Jeongguk. The alpha comes to a halt as well, the morning sun covered by his back.

‘’I could smell it from the first moment I saw you, probably even before that,’’ Jeongguk says, his dark blue eyes boring into Jimin. ‘’I don’t know what made you suppress your omega, but not being able to completely smell your scent bothers my alpha.’’

‘’Why?’’

Jeongguk sighs. ‘’I don’t know, maybe it grew attached to your scent or something. Maybe it recognizes you are like us, and it feels a sense of familiarity with your wolf.’’

‘’I don’t know much about… us,’’ Jimin says in a whisper. ‘’It never crossed my mind that I was different, not until someone told me what I am. It feels weird, being so detached from my origins or from who I am.’’

Jeongguk resumes his walking, and Jimin follows, clutching at his new sword. 

‘’I can teach you,’’ the Alpha says after a beat of silence.

‘’Teach me what?’’

‘’To be a true wolf. To shift.’’

☽

They climb a hill that ends in a clearing after some more shopping—Jeongguk insists on buying Jimin comfortable clothes, including a coat for the winter nights and some nice leather armor.

It is nice, to have new things for himself. But he feels he’s wasting his time. He should be searching for Taehyung, not shopping and following a pretty alpha around.

He needs his dormant omega to control his impulses.

‘’I’ll teach you how to connect with your inner wolf,’’ Jeongguk says, leaving his bag and cloak over a fallen trunk. With only a linen shirt tucked into his leather pants, Jimin can appreciate his muscled chest and small waist.

He’s for real sculpted by the Moon Goddess.

It makes Jimin feel a bit self-conscious, their size difference.

‘’Will it work if my wolf is suppressed?’’ Jimin asks, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

‘’I’m not sure,’’ Jeongguk cast a glance at the midday sky. ‘’But we have all day to check it out.’’

The alpha stretches his arms, the muscles bulging. He smirks, lifting an eyebrow, and lowers his stance. Jeongguk gets into a fighting stance and waits for Jimin to make the first move.

‘’Wait,’’ Jimin says, confused. ‘’Are we fighting?’’

‘’You need to break a sweat a little to awaken your wolf,’’ Jeongguk says. ‘’So either we fight or I make you sweat in other ways.’’

Jimin rushes out, surprising Jeongguk. The alpha dodges his first attack, a mischievous grin on his face.

‘’You are so annoying,’’ Jimin rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘’And you talk too much, now show me what you got, don’t be gentle.’’

‘’I don’t like gentle, don’t worry pup .’’

They lung at each other, the clash of their limbs echoing through the quiet clearing. Jeongguk aims powerful strikes, each punch carrying raw strength, while Jimin dances around, evading with nimble footwork. 

Taunts and laughter intertwine with the sounds of their exertion.

‘’You are smooth as a snake,’’ Jeongguk says a bit out of breath. He keeps trying to catch Jimin, but the omega evades every move, his lithe body moving as light as air. ‘’Can’t believe you trained yourself.’’

‘’Life as an omega is not easy,’’ Jimin says, ducking to dodge another attack from the alpha. ‘’But you are not bad, you know. Maybe a bit predictable.’’

Jeongguk snorts. ‘’I was the top student at the dojo, you are just too fast. Once I catch you you’ll be done.’’

‘’Then come and get me.’’

Maybe Jimin shouldn’t try his luck and provoke an alpha that clearly enjoys banter in a fight, because he loses his focus when the strong scent of a rainstorm hits his nostrils. The smell is so powerful that he almost gets caught by Jeongguk’s arm trying to circle his waist, his inner omega instincts taking control of his body just before he feels the touch.

I can feel it, even when it’s suppressed.

Jeongguk’s brute force is undeniable, but Jimin’s speed and agility prove to be a formidable defense. As they grapple, their eyes meet. Something Jimin can’t quite place crosses the alpha’s gaze, and Jeongguk’s advantage begins to dwindle in a split second. With a swift move, Jimin side steps, causing Jeongguk to lose balance and stumble.

With a chuckle, Jimin seizes the opportunity, swiftly moving to pin Jeongguk down on the dirt floor.

‘’Looks like I won,’’ he teases, straddling Jeongguk’s waist, who grunts in mock defeat beneath him.

‘’That’s not fair,’’ Jeongguk says, his chest heaving with exertion under Jimin’s weight. 

‘’You got distracted, alpha, everything is fair here,’’ Jimin says triumphantly. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jeongguk’s fingers twitch, but he’s mesmerized looking at his eyes.

They are a bright blue, as instead of the dark blue that they usually are. 

Jeongguk’s white hair is sprawled on the dirt floor, the rays of light painting his face in ethereal hues.

Warm hands grab at Jimin’s waist, caressing his sides with a delicate touch and reverence. He lets out a shaky breath, breathing in the deep, clean scent of rainwater. Jeongguk’s eyes darken once again when Jimin’s sweaty scent intertwines with the alpha’s.

Jimin feels like he’s in a far place, a forest he has never visited, but it feels so safe and familiar.

Like home.

All too soon, the moment breaks when Jeongguk’s hands manhandle Jimin until he’s the one lying down on the ground, the alpha straddling him with a smirk, the bright blue now completely gone.

‘’You got distracted,’’ he says softly. ‘’Seems like I won.’’

‘’That’s not fair—’’

Jeongguk chuckles. He stands up and offers his hand to help Jimin get up from the ground, the omega taking it with a guff. They stare at each other, catching their breaths and calming their scents.

None of them talk about what just happened, they move to sit on the fallen trunk, Jeongguk offering him a snack from his bag.

‘’You didn’t try the meat Seokjin cooked for you,’’ Jeongguk says, handing Jimin what looks like dried meat. He patiently waits until Jimin takes it, and then he starts to eat his own. 

It tastes good, but something inside Jimin still feels guilty for enjoying the act of eating.

‘’At the Park pack,’’ he says tentatively. When Jeongguk doesn’t interrupt him, just keeps eating in silence, Jimin continues. ‘’Only alphas have the right to enjoy a good meal. They are the ones that provide the hunt, so they don’t allow anyone to eat but themselves. They fill a barrel with nuts and dried fruit, then they distribute its contents to all the omegas, once a week. They starve omegas, make them live inside their cottages, locked, and every mating season, when they go into rut, they choose an omega for what they call the mating. ’’

‘’Is that why you suppressed your omega and left the pack?’’ Jeonnguk asks so softly Jimin at first thinks he imagined it.

‘’Yeah. I was chosen as the next mate. And I was going into heat. My friend, Taehyung, told me about the city. We were planning to leave together, but I had to do it alone. He doesn’t know where am I, that’s why I’m searching for him.’’

‘’Is your friend an omega as well?’’

Jimin shakes his head, nibbling on the dried meat. He doesn’t have an appetite anymore. ‘’He’s an alpha. We grew up together, his father raised us, until I presented. Taehyung is the only alpha that treated me well. He kept me sane.’’

‘’Then I understand why you seem to resent this place,’’ Jeongguk says, his gaze fixated on the blue sky. ‘’It must be a shook, to discover that wolves in here live happily and oblivious to what’s going on in the forest packs.’’

‘’I do hate it,’’ Jimin admits, looking at the alpha’s side profile, at his sharp jaw and prominent but cute nose. ‘’But I also understand that maybe most of them don’t even know of our existence.’’

‘’Young wolves don’t, but the elders do. They just don’t care,’’ Jeongguk scoffs, his scent turning sour. ‘’Most of them moved from the bigger packs to found the city of Seori when hierarchy disputes started to destroy their clans. My grandpa was one of them, he left for the city and abandoned my appa and his brothers. And now the Jeon elders are too obsessed with traditions to allow anyone to leave the pack.’’

‘’Is that why I haven’t seen any other northern wolf at Seori?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ Jeongguk nods, turning his body to look at Jimin. He shrugs with a half smile, a dimple showing on his left cheek. ‘’I was never an obedient pup, and their traditions are not for me, so I left.’’

‘’Guess both of us are fugitives.’’

‘’You had a good reason to leave, hyung. I left because of selfish reasons. But I guess you are right,’’ he extends his hand for Jimin to shake. ‘’Jeon Jeongguk, fugitive from the north, pleasure to meet you, Park Jimin fugitive from the south.’’

Jimin shakes his hand with a snort. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’Of course.’’

‘’Your dialect. Is it from the north?’’

‘’Ah,’’ Jeongguk smiles sheepishly. ‘’Yeah, it comes out naturally. Sometimes I forget, sorry—’’

‘’No, no. It’s pretty. I like it. What does hyung mean? I heard you call Seokjin that, and you just used it on me. Teach me,’’ Jimin says eagerly. ‘’I want to know more about the north.’’

‘’You are a keen student,’’ Jeongguk jokes. ‘’ Hyung means older brother, it’s like… Something we say when we are close or comfortable with someone older than us.’’

‘’Does that mean you are younger?’’ Jimin asks with a mischievous smile on his lips. ‘’Do I get to call you something?’’

‘’Woah, slow down,’’ Jeongguk laughs. ‘’First, you have to invite me to dinner. We just met!’’

Jimin looks at the alpha dumbfounded. ‘’Is that another northern tradition?’’

Jeongguk bursts out laughing, clutching at his stomach. Jimin doesn’t understand what he said that is so funny, but Jeongguk’s laugh sounds beautiful in his ears, and his petrichor scent smells happy and carefree.

He’s like a pup.

‘’You are so cute,’’ Jeongguk says between chuckles. ‘’Is not a northern tradition, it means that we need to keep getting to know each other first.’’

‘’With food?’’

‘’Or with a nice chat like this one,’’ Jeongguk says. ‘’Are you having fun?’’

Fun.  

Jimin doesn’t remember when was the last time he had fun. Was it during his pup days, when he played nonstop with Taehyung in the forests? Or was it when Jeongguk and he fought for the first time?

He’s been laughing a lot since he met Jeongguk. He has fun, with him, and life feels a bit easier. The weight on his shoulders doesn’t feel that heavy when Jeongguk teases him, or when he talks about this and that.

Jeongguk is fun.

‘’I do,’’ Jimin mutters.

☽

‘’Now that we did some training and ate, your wolf is ready for the next step,’’ Jeongguk stands in the middle of the clearing,  sleeves rolled up.

‘’And that is…?’’ Jimin says hesitaltly, cracking his neck and shoulders 

‘’I’m going to teach you my clan’s technique.’’

‘’Alright, bring it on.’’

‘’Maybe it will hurt a bit,’’ Jeongguk says apologetically. ‘’But please try to endure it. I’m doing this for you.’’

The air crackles with otherworldly energy, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine as Jeongguk unleashes his scent like a tempest. The world around him seems to distort, folding into itself as if the very fabric of reality frays at the edges. Jimin feels as if a maelstrom encircles him, trapping him within an ethereal prison.

Fear claws at his chest, each heartbeat echoing in the turmoil that surrounds him. It feels as if a hurricane rages within his soul, a relentless tempest tearing at his sanity. His breath comes in shallow gasps, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the onslaught. 

It hurts, something within him wants to get out, but there’s an invisible lining restraining his omega.

The suppressant.

Desperation surges within him, a primal instinct urging him to break free from the suffocating grip. Yet, every attempt to find purchase in the swirling chaos feels futile, leaving him drifting in a maddening whirlwind of colors, sounds, and unseen forces.

What do you feel? A voice resonates within him, distant and distorted. Who is asking that? 

Jimin is trapped in the eye of a storm, small and insignificant, a mere puppet at the mercy of forces beyond his comprehension. The boundaries of his existence blur and a sense of isolation permeates his being, as though he is suspended in a realm where time and space move differently.

Come here, hyung. I’m here, follow my voice. You are doing so well, just follow my voice.

That primal instinct stirs deep within Jimin. He hears a distant howl, ancient and wild, surging forth from the depths of his soul, a desperate call. His omega is whimpering at the restraints, its claws trying to tear the imaginary chains up, his fangs biting the limits of reality.

That’s it, you can do it.

In the heart of the storm, amidst the chaos and disarray, Jimin feels his eyes close, focusing on Jeongguk’s distant voice. He reaches into the untamed recesses of his being. A surge of raw energy courses through him, tingling at his fingertips and igniting a fierce determination within his spirit.

The primal pull echoes in his insides, through the tempest of Jeongguk’s scent and his own patchouli, breaking free and mixing with the alpha’s petrichor. The dormant essence of his inner wolf makes power surge through Jimin, the very fabric of his existence resonating with the primal force. Jimin feels how fur sprouts along his skin, muscles rippling with newfound strength as the transformation takes hold. It hurts, the crackling sounds of his bones rearranging and his clothes breaking mixing with his whimpers. Until everything stops, and only a pleasant buzz resonates within his being.

Look at you, omega. So beautiful. 

Jimin finds himself no longer at the mercy of the storm but standing tall within the eye of the chaos, perceiving everything from a new perspective. His senses are sharpened, the world around him clearer as if seen through the keen eyes of a predator.

With newfound resolve and the primal instincts of the wolf guiding him, he tears through the maelstrom, each step resonating with untamed power. The once-unyielding barrier of Jeongguk's powerful scent shatters before him.

As Jimin emerges from the dissipating whirlwind, he stands on four legs, brown haired wolf tall and proud, amber eyes looking directly at bright azure, the storm quelled. 

Jimin gazes upon the alpha wolf that stands before him with a curious tilt of his head, ready to navigate the challenges that lay ahead with this newfound aspect of his identity.

Jimin’s wolf ears pick up the sound of leaves rustling, birds chirping, and water running, as the white wolf cautiously approaches him, his snout moving subtly, taking in Jimin’s now unsuppressed scent.

Jimin’s paws tremble with the remnants of his recent—and first—transformation. Golden eyes, wide and curious, blink at the world around him. Everything looks so different, he’s surrounded by brighter colors everywhere he looks.

Jeongguk, graceful and steady, pads closer, exuding a calming aura. His snowy fur contrasts starkly against the earthy tones of the clearing ground. With deliberate gentleness, the white wolf lowers his head, as if welcoming Jimin’s wolf. 

Jeongguk lets out a soft, melodic howl, a sound that comforts Jimin in some animal sense he doesn’t yet understand.  He responds with a hesitant yip, whimpering when it doesn’t sound quite right.

Jeongguk wags his tail, and Jimin knows he’s probably laughing at him, so he playfully nips at the alpha’s ear, making him respond with a playful growl, feigning indignation before pouncing towards Jimin.

They tussle on the soft clearing floor, a whirlwind of fur and energy. They roll together, darting around in a game of mock combat, each taking turns being the chaser and the chased. Their movements are smooth and synchronized, a dance of trust punctuated by playful nips and gentle tackles.

They pause intermittently, gazing at each other with bright, gleaming eyes, sharing a moment of silent understanding before returning to their fun-filled game.

Jeongguk barks, and soon enough, he runs into the forest, Jimin following close, their paws dancing over the mossy ground, weaving between trees, and leaping over fallen logs. Jimin and Jeongguk move as one, their joyous yips echoing throughout the forest as they chase each other in a game of tag.

They approach a gleaming river, their eyes alight with curiosity. Jimin dives into the cool, flowing water, splashing and darting in playful arcs, the cool currents washing away the day's exertions. Jimin barks at Jeongguk, telling him to come with him as he sits by the river, tail wagging.

After swimming in the river, they come across a peaceful clearing bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun. They sit side by side, and Jeongguk noses at Jimin's fur softly and cautiously, as if asking permission.

He wants to scent me.

Jimin has never let an alpha scent him.

Sure, he and Taehyung had subtly scented each other, but the risk was too great to try to deepen it. Scenting is an essential part of a wolf's life, especially for omegas. And Jimin has always been denied the opportunity to be scented.

He despises it, and he despises the fact that his wolf lowers his ears and body to the forest floor, terrified, in an attempt to shrink himself as much as possible.

As if Jeongguk is a threat.

The alpha seems to understand, whining softly, his body lowering to the ground, too. It is one of the most attentive gestures any alpha has ever made to him, excluding Taehyung. 

An alpha, proud by nature, lying at Jimin’s eye level and wagging his tail in a slow rhythm, waiting for Jimin to feel safe again.

You can’t trust alphas, not even in the city.

Sorry, Min Yoongi. It seems like you were wrong, after all. 

☽

They go back to the clearing when the dusk light bathes the forest in orange hues. 

Jimin feels tired, his feet— paws —hurting from all the running and playing around. 

Jeongguk begins to shift in front of him, his white fur transforming back into hard muscles and soft-looking skin. Jimin turns around, giving the alpha his privacy.

‘’I’ll teach you how to turn back,’’ Jeongguk says once he’s done and dressed back into his clothes. ‘’I’ll force your wolf to go dormant again, so it’s easier for you. And since your clothes broke when you transformed, you can use the new ones we got from the market.’’

Jimin feels a bit sad that the clothes Yoongi lent him are shattered to pieces on the ground. He looks back at Jeongguk, a questioning look in his amber eyes.

‘’I’ll release calming pheromones,’’ he explains. ‘’It would work better if I scented you, but I know you don’t like it. It’s alright, we’ll do it the same way my mother used to do it to me. Close your eyes.’’

Jimin complies. Soon, a soothing scent fills the air, and gentle waves of wet soil and distant rain reach his snout. It calms him, as if he is sitting on a log under a light rain, the forest surrounding him gently vibrating with Jeongguk’s scent. He wants to run barefoot, feeling the ground on his skin and splashing in the puddles. He wants to bathe naked and free in the rain.

Jimin feels cold, but he’s not cold. It feels good against his skin. His eyes are closed, and his senses are heightened, but he’s unsure if the soft touch on his arms and shoulders is real. Something warm is enveloping him, and the rain scent is getting closer, so close that he inhales sharply, wanting to breathe rain forever.

‘’I’ve got you, hyung, you did so well.’’

Jimin opens his eyes, staring directly into dark blue. Jeongguk is like the moon, with his night-colored eyes and white hair that resembles the moon shining brightly in the skies. Yet he feels warm like the sun, gentle. 

He’s so gentle, his petrichor scent so gentle.  

‘’Thank you,’’ Jimin’s voice cracks after not using it for who knows how long, the emotions still flowing inside of him, his mind overwhelmed but in a good way. He looks at himself, his regular body now foreign. He’s wearing his new clothes, so that means that Jeongguk took his time to dress him. It should bother Jimin since he was in a vulnerable position and naked. But Jeongguk didn’t take advantage, he simply dressed him. 

Gentle, he’s so gentle.

‘’How did it feel?’’

‘’Weird,’’ Jimin says, and Jeongguk chuckles. ‘’I feel so out of place.’’

‘’The first time is always weird,’’ Jeongguk nods in understanding. ‘’It was like that for me, too. But I was a pup, I knew I could transform, and I practiced hard for it until I dominated it. You did it on your first try, hyung. That’s an amazing feat.’’

‘’What was that… thing you did before? I felt attacked by your scent, as if I were trapped inside a storm.’’

‘’That is my clan’s ancestral technique,’’ Jeongguk says, his voice tinged with pride. ‘’It takes decades to perfect it, but it’s one of the most powerful ways to attack another wolf. It’s difficult to put into words how we use our scent as a weapon. It is as if our scents act as a large field that surrounds the opponent, you can make them go crazy inside the barrier. In my clan, we don’t really use it to attack. The elders use their fields to teach pups how to transform because it puts on edge our inner wolves. Being surrounded by that field makes us feel trapped. As a result, forcing a transformation becomes easier. It causes dizziness and fatigue in regular wolves, and can kill them.’’

Jimin looks perplexed at him. ‘’You could have killed me.’’

‘’Of course not,’’ Jeongguk smirks. ‘’You are incredibly strong, for a wolf that has never been trained. You did that on your first try , hyung. It took me weeks, and as I said, I was one of the top students at my dojo. You are insanely talented, for a wolf that has lived in seclusion and has never used your inner wolf.’’

Jimin blushes. ‘’Then that means I won this time.’’ 

‘’You are obsessed with winning against me,’’ Jeongguk laughs. ‘’I would fight you again, but we stink after running in the forest. Let me take you somewhere else, and then we’ll go back to the inn.’’

Jeongguk picks up their belongings and heads down the hill. Jimin follows him closely, looking at the orange sky. How many hours did they spend in wolf form? Time seems to move differently when you are a wolf.

‘’Where are we going?’’

‘’To the bathhouse.’’

☽

Jimin isn’t sure what he expected a bathhouse to be. He honestly envisioned in his head a house full of basins for bathing—that would explain the name—but he’s clearly wrong.

They stand in front of a stone building with steam billowing from a chimney, nestled in a quiet corner of the city, close to the forest they were running in just a few moments ago. For hours, Jimin still isn’t sure how long he was in wolf form.

When they enter the bathhouse, Jimin finds himself in a warm, dimly lit space adorned with flickering candles and oil lamps, the air thick with the scent of herbs, oils, and wood smoke.

Since the suppressants have mostly worn off after his shift, Jimin can now identify scents and odors with much more precision, his omega at ease and happy wagging its tail at its surroundings. Jeongguk’s calm petrichor scent now feels more intense, and it makes Jimin’s heart flutter at how safe the alpha smells beside him.  

It’s a similar feeling to what he feels when he’s close to Taehyung, but more intense.

A tall omega greets them, his scent matching the bathhouse, and leads them through a corridor until they reach a central hall with comfortable-looking cushions on the floor.

‘’You can sit here and rest while we prepare the baths,’’ the omega says with a bow. ‘’Do you prefer to be accommodated in the communal baths or would you like to rent a private bathroom?’’

Jeongguk looks at Jimin, a silent question on his face. He’s letting Jimin choose, in case he’s uncomfortable. 

But Jimin doesn’t know what he prefers. 

On the one hand, communal implies the presence of other wolves. Other omegas, he assumes. He is at ease with omegas, but still. It is terrifying to be naked and alone. On the other hand, renting a private room probably means forcing Jeongguk to spend more money on him, and he has already taken advantage of the alpha’s kindness a lot today.

‘’Communal is alright,’’ he finally says. Jeongguk casts a side glance at him but says nothing. They sit on the cushions, waiting until the omega comes back to let them know the baths are ready. Jimin looks around the room, at the other wolves sitting there and chatting with each other. There’s a group of omegas who are speaking and laughing a bit too loudly, a couple of elderly wolves holding hands and subtly scenting each other’s wrists, and some scattered wolves sitting alone. Alphas, judging by their strong scents. They look dirty and sweaty, maybe workers.

‘’Those are workers from the coal mine in the east,’’ Jeongguk explains as if reading his mind. ‘’It’s thanks to them that the city can continue to function for so long.’’

‘’A coal mine?’’

Jeongguk hums. ‘’They extract the mineral from the mine and use it for heating the homes during cold season, cooking, and blacksmithing. Some wolves use the coal for trading, too. It’s essential for the city.’’

‘’Why are you telling me this?’’ 

‘’Because I know you dislike the city,’’ Jeongguk says with a sniffle, scratching his nose with a long finger. ‘’But there are good people here, too. Like those workers, or Seokjin and Hobi hyung. Maybe they live unaware of the horrors of the packs, but believe me when I say they are not at fault because of their ignorance. You need to let them know so they, we, can do something to change it. You didn’t know of the existence of Seori, the same way maybe that maybe an alpha who works from sunrise to sunset doesn’t know what you went through in your village. Only us, amplifying our voices, can change that.’’

Jimin knows that. Of course, he knows. But it still bothers him, that some wolves are born with easy lives, and haven’t had to go through what Jimin, Yoongi, and all the male omegas, had to endure all their lives, just because they presented as omegas . Just because of their subgender, because of stupid traditions, and because of the collective fear of the extinction of their species.

Jimin has seen female omegas in Seori, so maybe there’s still hope. Maybe the world isn’t ending like everyone at the forest packs believes.

Maybe there’s a chance to save everyone from the nightmare they are trapped in.

☽

Jimin is led to a separate section for omegas. Large, round wooden tubs and stone basins filled with hot water are placed in the room, the steam flowing out so inviting. The smell of herbs is prominent in the space, and it makes Jimin want to sink in the soothing water for hours, soaking away the grime and relaxing his aching muscles.

It’s been such a long journey he suddenly feels extremely tired.

A young male omega approaches Jimin and leads him to a closet where he can change out of his street clothes and into a white, soft-looking robe. The omega offers him a massage and a scrub with a coarse cloth to exfoliate his skin, but Jimin declines, not wanting a stranger touching his body. 

He’s guided to a wooden tub filled with steaming water, so he politely nods to the young omega and lowers himself into the soothing heat, letting the robe on the side so it doesn’t get wet, and feels the tension in his muscles begin to unravel. The warmth spread into Jimin’s bones, banishing the chill that had settled during the long days in the forest.

Jimin doesn’t even remember when was the last time he had a warm bath like this one.

The young omega comes back with a tray, offering Jimin fragrant oils, their scent mingling with the rising steam. Jimin realizes the essential oils’ scents overshadow the scents of the other guests, so the place doesn’t feel overwhelming. 

Jimin closes his eyes once the young omega fills his tub with patchouli oil, his scent being the only one he wants right now, and sinks deeper into the water. The bathhouse buzzes with life, voices echoing off the stone walls as shared stories and laughter fill the room.

Jimin sees the group of omegas sitting together in one of the large stone basins, their pale and perfect skin glistening with water droplets. They appear to be young, perhaps not much older than Jimin, with shiny dark hair and healthy faces.

‘’I simply can’t understand why he hasn’t proposed to mate yet,’’ Jimin overhears one of the omegas say. They talk so loud that he can perfectly hear them from where he’s bathing. ‘’I’ve dropped enough hints, haven’t I? I always bare my neck for him when we meet, and I make sure to sweeten my scent as much as I can, but he’s still so…’’

His companions nod sympathetically, their expressions mirroring a mix of agreement and shared grievances. 

‘’Alphas these days are so slow and oblivious,’’ remarks another, his fingers twirling a strand of long hair. ‘’I mean, why are they so… gentle! Sometimes I wish they went a bit feral! I’m tired of not being mated!’’

Jimin feels his blood boil. 

‘’And let’s not even start on the whole courting stuff!’’ The third omega sighs. ‘’My alpha cooked me lunch and I swear, the food was barely edible. What a waste, I’ll probably get another alpha, this one is useless.’’

Jimin abruptly stands from the tub, splashing water on the floor. He picks up his robe and hastily covers himself, walking in long strides to the exit of the room. The young omega who attended him says something, but Jimin doesn’t hear it.

Anger surges within him, his labored breathing and ringing ears making it difficult to listen or see. He lets his omega instincts guide him to safety, his feet moving quickly over the cold tiles of the bathhouse. He has no idea where he is going. He just lets his wolf take control of his body until he opens a door, the steam of the room hitting him in the face, his heart racing.

‘’Hyung?’’

He runs to where the voice is calling his name.

Safety, alpha is safe.

He collides with a strong, wet chest, his hands tucked under his chin, his body trembling. Jimin thinks he hears other voices murmur around him, but he focuses on the heartbeats he can feel under his ear.

Thump, thump, thump. A steady rhythm that calms him like a familiar lullaby. He tries to match their breathing, in and out, slow and deep.

‘’You are safe here,’’ the voice whispers into his hair, strong arms snaking around his shoulders and waist, caging him. Safe, so safe. Alpha is safe. ‘’Let’s go back home.’’

Jimin thinks he is already at home.

☽

Once he calms down, anger now subdued, all he feels is embarrassment. 

He shouldn’t behave like this. He’s not a weak omega that needs comfort. He’s strong.

At least, Jimin tries to convince himself of this. 

‘’Are you alright?’’ Jeongguk sits beside him on a bench, outside of the bathhouse. They are alone, dressed in clean clothes and their hair damp. Jimin nods, not quite looking at the alpha, his face flushed, a drop of water sliding down his neck. It tickles. ‘’What happened there? Do you want to talk about it?’’

Jimin doesn’t know if he wants to. How can he explain what he felt? While hearing that group of omegas say they wanted to be forced into mating, when they have a choice and a voice in the matter. When their alphas treat them well and lovingly, cooking for them, caring for their needs, and courting them.

When they are not raped and then killed when they are not useful for the breeding.

‘’I hated it,’’ Jimin whispers, looking at a fallen leaf in the ground. ‘’Listening to those omegas talk about their alphas in that way. How they belittled what they did to court them, saying they were too gentle. They don’t know how it feels to be scared of alphas. To always watch your back, in case you are the next to be forced. How you can’t trust anyone, in the forests.’’

Silence falls upon them, the evening wind rustling the trees and chilling their bones after the hot bath. Jimin shivers, in coldness or sadness, he doesn’t know. 

A warm hand touches his nape, so softly he first thinks he’s imagining it, but then long fingers thread through his strands in a comforting caress. 

Something breaks within Jimin, tears streaming down his face. A torrent unleashed from a dam that has held back emotions for far too long. His body trembles with the weight of years of suppression, each shuddering breath releasing a lifetime of pent-up feelings. The touch on his nape feels so gentle and compassionate.

His breath hitches, catching in his throat as the touch continues, a soft stroke of understanding that unravels his self-control. His shoulders, once squared and unyielding, now slump under the weight of his overwhelming vulnerability.

He can’t contain it any longer—the sorrow, the anguish, the unresolved pain that had been buried deep within. Each sob rips through his body, the sound muffled by his efforts to stifle the outpouring of emotions.  It is as if his tears carried the weight of every unspoken word, every suppressed emotion, and they now flow freely and unrestrainedly.

His hands, once clenched into fists, now grasp desperately at anything within reach, seeking an anchor in this whirlwind of emotions. He feels so exposed, raw, and utterly defenseless, yet paradoxically liberated in his vulnerability. It is a cathartic unraveling of an omega who had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders for far too long.

As the tears roll down his cheeks, he feels a wave of relief wash over him, like a cleansing rain that washes away the burdens he has been carrying. The touch on his nape is still there, a silent reassurance that it is okay to let go, to feel, and to be vulnerable. Jimin gives in to the flood of emotions, allowing himself to finally break down and begin to heal.

Jeongguk waits patiently for him to calm down, and Jimin silently thanks him for his attentiveness. He doesn’t push, doesn’t say anything, just caresses his hair, his shoulders, and his lower back, until Jimin stops crying and looks at him with red, puffy eyes. He probably looks like a mess right now.

‘’Sorry,’’ he says with a raspy voice. 

‘’Don’t apologize. You needed to let that out,’’ Jeongguk shows him a soft smile full of comprehension, his eyes sparkling in the gentle dusk, white hair blending with the oranges of the forest and the evening light. ‘’Are you feeling better now?’’

Jimin nods with a sheepish smile, already missing Jeongguk’s touch in his body. ‘’Yeah. It’s been years since the last time I let myself cry.’’

‘’I used to cry a lot when I was a pup,’’ Jeongguk says. ‘’The other pups made a lot of fun out of me because of it. They said I was weak, but they were wrong. No one is weak for crying, it takes a lot of courage to let yourself be vulnerable.’’

‘’I used to believe that crying wouldn’t solve my problems,’’ Jimin says with a murmur. ‘’But you are right.’’

Jeongguk smirks. ‘’Does that mean that you trust me?’’

‘’When did I say the contrary?’’ Jimin chuckles. ‘’I trusted you from the moment we met, since you saved me from the rogues, probably. You are a gentle soul, your scent calms my wolf, and you are doing all of this for a stranger you just met. So unless you are doing all of this to get into my pants, then I only can assume you are a good person.’’

Jeongguk laughs, and it sounds so lovely to Jimin's ears that he wishes he could listen to it for a long time. ‘’You know what, you might not be wrong. But I did take you on a date, so maybe my intentions were not pure at first. But I do want to get to know you, my wolf also feels at ease when I’m with you.’’

‘’Maybe we can be friends.’’

As he looks at Jimin, Jeongguk smiles, his petrichor scent becoming a little stronger. ‘’Maybe we can.’’

☽

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the city into a soft twilight, Jimin observes the market streets begin to transform in front of his eyes. Lanterns flicker to life, casting a warm, golden glow that dances upon the cobblestones. The air is alive with anticipation, the eve of the Autumn festival weaving a sense of excitement through the bustling stalls.

It is so different from what he saw the day he arrived, and maybe it has something to do with the fact that now he’s seeing Seori from a different perspective.

What Jeongguk said about the wolves of the city being ignorant resonates within him, the same way he was ignorant of the city itself. In the same way, he was ignorant of Yoonsu’s pack.

Jimin and Jeongguk stroll through the lively streets, their steps guided by the gentle illumination of the glowing lanterns overhead. Stalls Jimin didn’t see before adorned with colorful tapestries and flickering candles whisper promises of the approaching festivities. Merchants, dressed in festive attire, meticulously arrange their wares while exchanging merry banter with early visitors.

As they walk, the aroma of freshly baked pastries mingles with the earthy scent of fallen leaves, a fragrant ode to the changing season. The villagers bustle about, some carrying armfuls of decorative banners and vibrant ribbons, while others meticulously adorn their stalls with garlands of autumn foliage—crimson leaves and golden branches intertwined to create a picturesque tapestry.

Approaching the heart of the market, Jimin sees how a group of young wolves and pups accompanied by their parents drape strings of twinkling lights and dainty ornaments upon the branches of a grand tree. It stands tall and majestic, its branches reaching out like welcoming arms. Lanterns, each one a beacon of warmth, are carefully hung from its boughs, casting a kaleidoscope of colors against the night sky.

‘’What is that?’’ Jimin asks, curiously gazing at the families helping the pups reach the tallest branches so they can hang the decorative ornaments.

‘’That’s the ancient tree of Seori. With every season, the wolves of the city decorate it to celebrate the seasonal festival. It’s a feast, honestly. Would you like to come with me one night? Seokjin and Hobi hyung won’t be here for the first week of the festival, so we are alone those nights to do as we please. Maybe I can show you more of the city customs—’’

Jeongguk’s voice is reduced to background noise as Jimin gets absorbed in the gentle sway of the lanterns that illuminate the tapestries and crafts that adorn the market square. The air hums with excitement and anticipation, but Jimin’s mind wanders to the distant scent of something familiar.

Pine.

Without a second thought, Jimin finds himself drawn, almost propelled by an unseen force, following the trail of the nostalgic scent. He hears Jeongguk call his name behind him, but Jimin doesn’t pay attention. He keeps walking, memories flooding his mind with each step. Echoes of laughter, shared tales, the camaraderie of days gone by at the pack, getting scolded when they were pups, helping each other in their moments of need.

The scent of pine grows stronger, guiding him through the labyrinthine streets, until he abruptly stops, Jeongguk’s broad chest colliding with his back.

‘’Hyung, are you alright?’’ 

‘’What is that?’’ Jimin signals the house standing in front of them, its stone and wood-covered facade camouflages itself well among the old buildings of the city. There’s a sign above the door, weathered by time yet welcoming. A name in an elegant script can be read, but Jimin’s eyes bore into the glow coming from a warm lamplight standing tall and proud beside the entrance.

‘’That’s the bookstore,’’ Jeongguk says.

I found the city on one of my hunts, and then I came across Namjoon. He taught me a lot about the world, he works selling books you know? He’s really smart and knows about everything. And he asked me to move in with him to the city.

‘’Is this the only bookstore in Seori?’’

Jeongguk looks at him with a puzzled expression. ‘’It is. Why? Do you want to get some books?’’

Jimin’s heart is beating so fast in his ribcage he fears it will burst out of his chest. ‘’Do you know if someone called Namjoon works in there?’’

‘’Do you know Namjoon hyung?’’

‘’He— He’s the Alpha Taehyung, my friend, met at the city—’’

Jimin doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, the soft chime of a bell interrupting him. The bookstore door opens, a tall alpha standing in the threshold, a sign that reads Closed in his hands.

‘’Oh, Jeongguk! Sorry, I was about to close the store. Did you need something? Who is this?’’ The alpha says with a deep voice and a dimpled smile. He’s taller than Jeongguk, with short black hair and plump lips, his cedarwood scent prominent in the air of the store. 

‘’Are you Kim Namjoon?’’ Jimin asks, his voice barely a whisper

‘’That’s me, nice to meet you. And you are?’’ The alpha, Namjoon, asks politely.

‘’My name is—’’

Suddenly, rushed steps can be heard from the store. The pine scent that has led him here gets more prominent, and Jimin’s eyes water. 

A mop of dark curls appears behind Namjoon, his eyes fixed on the alpha, then on the street, where Jimin stands.

‘’Minnie?’’

Jimin bursts into tears at the sound of Taehyung’s voice.

Chapter Text

Because anywhere is your home

Your sweet home

No matter where you are

This thing it's home

It's incredible

And all my friends came home again

Sometimes you can not avoid the heavy snow

As long as you're alive

☽

Pine.

Jimin is enveloped in the scent of his childhood memories. Pine trees encircle him, almost reaching the sky. He’s running alongside Taehyung, the two pups fearful of the reprimand they will receive once they arrive at their shared house.

‘’Your father is going to yell at us!’’ Jimin laughs as they race through the bushes, his face flushed from the exertion of the run. ‘’I warned you it would attack us!’’

Taehyung cackles beside Jimin, his arms crossed over his chest cautiously carrying a bump full of eggs stolen from a nest. The bird, which was large and had a sharp beak and talons, had fought valiantly to protect the eggs, and both pups now have matching scratches on their arms and faces. “He won’t! He will not scold us once he sees how well we provide for the pack! We are going to be the best alphas in the Park pack, Jimin! Wait and see.’’

They are, in fact, reprimanded, but that night they go to bed with a stuffed stomach. Eggs taste way too good. 

The full moon shines through the window of the cottage, illuminating the pine forest that surrounds the pack.

“Tae, are you awake?”

“Hm,” his friend grunts, half asleep. “Are you alright?”

Jimin nods, his gaze still fixed on the moon. ‘’I was just wondering, what do you want your scent to smell like? When we present.’’

‘’M’ not sure," Taehyung murmurs, his cheek pressed against the pillow. ‘’Probably something strong, like wood or leather. How about you, Min?’’

Jimin returns a gleaming look to his friend. “Pine. It smells like home.’’

☽

Jimin awakens with a gasp, disoriented. 

He is curled up on a sofa, surrounded by bookshelves and the strong scent of pine from the blanket that covers his body. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, his mind in a state of chaos after that vivid dream.

Jimin gets up from the couch, stretches his aching muscles, and looks around.

The room is cozy, lit by an oil lamp that casts a soft glow that doesn’t overwhelm his senses after waking up. He’s thirsty and hungry, and his eyes are puffy. He doesn’t know whether it is from sleeping or crying.

Jimin shed a lot of tears today for someone who hasn’t let himself cry in over a decade. 

Hushed voices from downstairs catch his attention, the low timbre of a familiar voice making his heart beat with nerves in his chest.

“I really thought I lost him forever,” the voice says, wet with tears. 

Jimin descends the stairs, carefully gripping the handrail and making as little noise as possible, the wood creaking beneath his feet.

‘’We were planning on contacting you,’’ another deep voice says, and Jimin hears the rustling of clothes and a soft clicking sound. ‘’You know the forests better than I, so you were our only hope to find him.’’

‘’It seems I anticipated your movements.’’

Jimin recognizes Jeongguk's airy voice and decides to come out from behind the door and enter the room, trying to open it quietly.

A cozy kitchen appears in front of him, the aroma of freshly brewed tea and the faint scent of cedarwood and old parchment intermingling in the air. A large, crackling hearth with its flames dancing with a gentle, comforting glow bathes the room in a golden light. Above the hearth, a collection of copper pots and pans gleam in the light. There’s a brewing station in one corner of the room, featuring an array of tea herbs stored in ornate canisters, labeled with elaborate calligraphy. A copper kettle sits atop the hearth, its whistle echoing through the kitchen when Jimin enters the room, alerting the three alphas of his presence.

They sit at the center of the kitchen at a sturdy wooden table worn with use, open books spread across its surface and flickering candlelight casting shadows across the pages, cups of tea adorned with intricate patterns and delicate designs in front of each, a delicate tendril of steam rising from the surface.

Jeongguk is the first to notice him because he is sitting facing the door through which Jimin entered, his eyes sparkling in the soft lighting of the kitchen.

‘’Hyung,’’ he softly says, making the other two turn around and look at the omega. ‘’How are you feeling?’’

‘’Better,’’ Jimin’s voice cracks when Taehyung fixes his eyes on him, still wet with tears, eyes equally puffy. The alpha stands up and rushes to his side, colliding with his smaller body, the scent of pine enveloping him again, just like a few hours ago. ‘’Hi, Taetae.’’

The moment they saw each other at Namjoon’s bookstore entrance felt cathartic. Both of them have broken down in tears, hugging each other so tightly Jimin was afraid his bones would crush under the pressure of Taehyung’s stronger arms, their noses desperately running down their necks, patchouli and pine intertwining in a magical mixture of unraveled feelings. Jimin had cried so much that his body began to feel lighter until his knees gave out and he collapsed in Taehyung’s arms, all his suppressed emotions sprouting like butterflies in springtime.

‘’You fainted,’’ Taehyung whispers in the crook of his neck, scenting him. ‘’I was so scared, I’m glad you are awake now. Do you want some tea? We have a lot to talk about.’’

Jimin sits at the table, between Taehyung and Jeongguk, surrounded by pine and petrichor. He feels safe here. Namjoon serves him a cup of steaming tea, the liquid a deep mahogany that reminds him of the forests at dusk. It swirls gently, releasing fragrant wisps of steam that carry the enticing aroma of spices and herbs. Jimin thanks the alpha and takes a sip, appreciating the warmth that spreads across his body. The tea tastes like toasted nuts and caramel with a subtle hint of cinnamon.

The alphas patiently wait until Jimin finishes drinking the tea, his thirst now calmed. He lets the cup rest on the table and looks at Taehyung with a sheepish smile. ‘’Sorry for leaving without letting you know.’’

‘’I was fucking scared, Jimin,’’ Taehyung says with a scowl. ‘’Imagine my face when I came home that night and my father told me that— that you—’’

‘’I didn’t have a choice, I had to leave that night.’’

‘’I know,’’ Taehyung says, biting his lip to suppress his tears. ‘’The moment I knew I went running to your cottage. But you weren’t there. Or your stuff. I found the stone you left on top of your table, so I knew you would be coming to the city.’’

‘’How did the alphas react when they didn’t see me?’’

‘’Some of the patrolling alphas alerted the elders and the Head Alpha that an omega had escaped, but they were too focused on the ceremony to mind it. Once they realized it was you, they… I don’t know how to explain it, but they started to act weird.’’

‘’Weird, how?’’ Jeongguk says.

‘’More animalistic,’’ Taehyung explains. ‘’It was as if they weren’t thinking rationally anymore. They just wanted to claim someone, so they took one of the younger omegas whose cottage was closer to the Head Alpha’s home. That was the moment I left. I wish I could have done anything to save him, but they were too out of it. I was risking my safety. Sorry, Min. Maybe it was a selfish act.’’

Namjoon caresses Taehyung’s thigh in a comforting manner. ‘’It’s alright, darling.’’

‘’What about your father?’’ Jimin asks, troubled. Maybe the alpha had stopped caring about Jimin years ago, but in some fucked up way, Jimin did see him as his father, too. ‘’Was he—?’’

Taehyung shakes his head, a somber expression on his face. ‘’He was out of it even before you left. His rut was approaching, he was willing to force you into mating. I don’t care what happens to him, not since when you presented. He raised you, too. You are my brother, Jimin, I don’t care if we are not related by blood. You are my family, not him,’’ he says with fierceness, his pine scent enveloping Jimin like a warm blanket of safety.

‘’And you are my family, too,’’ Jimin says, a lone tear running down his cheek. He quickly catches it with the pad of his finger. ‘’I was so scared in the forest, thinking if I would ever see you again.’’

‘’What happened there?’’ 

‘’I got lost, and a group of feral alphas attacked me,’’ Jimin recalls. ‘’Jeongguk saved me, but I fell down a cliff and ended up in a hidden pack of omegas. They took care of me, gave me a more detailed map to reach the city, and then I crossed paths with Jeongguk again.’’

‘’Wait,’’ Taehyung says with a surprised expression. ‘’You found the omega pack?’’

Jimin nods, confused. ‘’What with it?’’

‘’I’ve been looking for that pack for a long time,’’ Namjoon says. ‘’I heard of its existence and I needed to know if it was real, if those omegas were well protected in the forest.’’

‘’They are well hidden,’’ Jimin says, a bit weary. ‘’But I won’t tell you where they are located, I’m sorry.’’

Namjoon smiles warmly and with understanding in his eyes, a dimple visible in his left cheek. ‘’I know, don’t worry. Just knowing the rumors are true is enough for me.’’

‘’You could have stayed with them,’’ Taehyung says softly. 

‘’I didn’t want to,’’ Jimin looks at his friend, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a thread on his shirt. ‘’You were waiting for me in the city. I had to find you.’’

‘’But the forests are dangerous, Jimin. And you—’’

‘’I don’t care. I’m here, aren’t I? And I found you again.’’

Silence falls upon the room, Jimin’s patchouli scent souring at Taehyung’s words. Why is the alpha suddenly telling him this? When this was their original plan, to come together to the city. Taehyung seems to notice his changing mood, because he suddenly pulls the omega into a bone-crushing hug, caressing his nape.

‘’Sorry, Minnie. I guess I let my fears take hold of my feelings,’’ the alpha says. ‘’I just thought, for a second, that you would be happier and more protected in that pack with other omegas. I’m happy that you are here, don’t take my words wrongly, alright? We are together now, we are in the city, and we can do whatever we want here. Do you want to come and live with Joon and me? We can work here together at the bookstore, or we can take our time and learn how to do a lot of stuff. There are infinite chances here, we can start a new life in whatever way we want.’’

Jimin casts a glance at Jeongguk across Taehyung’s shoulder. He would love to live the life the alpha is telling him, but his mind wanders to another different path. To snow-covered fields and white fur, to the scent of rain. 

‘’Actually, I want to travel with Jeongguk. I owe him after he took me here and bought me clothes and a new sword,’’ he says, unwrapping himself from Taehyung’s embrace. ‘’I want to work as a mercenary, with him.’’

Taehyung looks at the omega with a mix of surprise and amusement. ‘’Why did I have the feeling that you would say that.’’

‘’You know me better than anyone, Taetae. I can’t stand being stuck in a place and doing nothing, I already lived like that for so long. This is my chance to do something right,’’ he says with fierce conviction. ‘’I want to fight, to learn new techniques. I want to learn about my origins, about the northern wolves, about my past, and myself. But on top of that, I want to fight for the omegas in the forest.’’

‘’What do you mean?’’

Jimin takes a deep breath and casts a glance at the three alphas sitting at the table.

‘’I want to set the omegas of the forest packs free.’’

‘’If that’s what you want,’’ Namjoon then says. ‘’Then come with me, I need to show you something.’’

☽

Namjoon’s bookstore happens to be a three-story house with a hidden basement. 

They descend the creaky wooden stairs in silence until Namjoon opens a heavy-looking, locked door.

The room is dimly lit, the glow of flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows across the walls adorned with shelves burdened with the weight of countless volumes, which house an eclectic collection of weathered tomes and ancient scrolls. The scent of old parchment and the musty aroma of aged paper pervades the air, a testament to the wisdom and stories contained within.

‘’This is my studio,’’ Namjoon says with something akin to pride, his chest puffed.

Jimin wanders through the bookshelves. The books, stacked haphazardly yet lovingly, depict tales of hidden forests, enchanted realms, and the lost histories of distant lands. Their worn spines tell stories of courage, magic, and resilience. Some volumes are adorned with illustrations of mythical creatures that seem to come alive in the dim light, their eyes following Jimin’s every step.

A large map adorns one wall, depicting the area surrounding the city and the forests beyond. Annotations and writings in Namjoon’s meticulous script cover its surface, marking paths, detailing landmarks, and highlighting areas of significance. Arrows and notations point to potential routes and strategies, indicating years of planning.

In one corner, a sturdy wooden table serves as a command center, strewn with parchment scrolls, quills, and inkwells. Sketches of forest clearings and notes about rumored hidden packs—probably the omega’s pack—make a mess on the table’s surface, evidence of Namjoon’s tireless efforts to find them.

The basement exudes a sense of quiet determination, and Jimin finds himself speechless.

‘’What is all of this?’’ 

Namjoon stands tall before the map, signaling with a long finger to one point in particular. Park pack, Jimin reads.

‘’I’ve spent the past two years making this map,’’ the alpha says, then looks at Jeongguk across the room. ‘’I have limited knowledge of the forests since I come from the Kim pack on the north-western coast. Most of this information was gathered by Jeongguk. I commissioned him to work for me, his wolf abilities are extremely useful for my purpose.’’

Jimin looks astonished at the map. If what’s written in it is true, then it means there are at least five packs in the forests where omegas are trapped. The forests are more extensive than what Jimin initially thought.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ Jimin asks, then looks back at Jeongguk. ‘’You—’’

‘’Namjoon hyung and I have been working on this for a long time,’’ the alpha says with a frown. ‘’But we’ve been stuck, trying to find what is making the alphas go feral. We don’t have knowledge about medicine, so we are also stuck trying to determine what’s been killing omegas in the forest for the past decades.’’

‘’No one has investigated this before us,’’ Namjoon says, scratching his chin. ‘’I heard about the rumors back when I was at the Kim pack. No one seemed interested enough to try and find a solution, so I decided I should do something. I hate the idea of people suffering, and no one moving a finger to help. I couldn’t bear it, or pretend you don’t exist.’’

‘’You are a key part of our plan,’’ Jeongguk says. He sits on top of the sturdy table, ankles crossed and careful not to further clutter the books scattered on the surface. ‘’You know how the situation is better than any of us. Even better than Taehyung, since you know where the omegas are hidden. I know you don’t feel comfortable telling us, and we are not going to force you to speak. But I can escort you through the forests, we can travel around the packs, and observe the situation. You want to set the omegas free, and we want to find out why the alphas in the South are going feral. Teamwork makes the dream work, Jimin hyung. We can’t do this alone.’’

You can’t trust alphas, not even in the city.

“What if I don’t want to work with you?” Jimin questions. His mind is a mess with so much information going on inside it. He’s been in the city for maybe a moon or two, fucking hell. “I don’t know if I can trust you—”

“Min,’’Taehyung interrupts him, his pine scent calming Jimin’s racing heart. “Think about it. They are not lying to you, they want to help the wolves of the forest. I know you don’t trust others easily, but you can trust me.”

That, Jimin knows. He trusts Taehyung. He also trusts Jeongguk, he has shown him kindness and has taught him more than anyone in such a short time. 

“I know,” he says softly. “Sorry for being weary, I think I have a lot in my mind, right now.”

‘’It is normal, Minnie. To be weary. After everything, I get it,’’ Taehyung comes to his side, embracing him once again. Jimin breathes in his fresh scent, closing his eyes for a moment and relishing in the warm hug, his small nose seeking for the alpha’s neck in a light scenting. ‘’I love you, Jimin. I’m so happy you are here with me, take your time alright?’’

Jimin doesn’t feel he has time to waste, not if he wants to set everyone free.

☽

Namjoon makes them another tea and together they drink and eat some light dinner, the two Park wolves sharing stories about their childhood in the forests. Soon enough, the morning light starts to cast its soft glow into the bookstore. Taehyung offers them to stay there and rest, but Jimin doesn’t want to intrude. He can smell the rebuttal in his friend, but Jimin, ever stubborn, walks down the street with Jeongguk back to the inn, promising to think about everything they discussed.

He intends to return to his friend in the afternoon, but right now he just wants to sleep.

Seokjin and Hoseok are nowhere to be seen, so they just go upstairs in complete silence. They haven’t spoken since they left the bookstore, and Jimin is thankful for that. He doesn’t know what to say right now, and Jeongguk seems to get it, because he’s giving Jimin his space to process this.

To process everything.

Jimin is a mess on the inside. Just a few moons ago, he was fearing for his life, wondering if he would ever live for another moon, fighting alphas who dared to try to touch him, surviving with only eating grass and fruits. Now he’s at a place he didn’t know even existed, seeing omegas and alphas walk side by side and at peace, oblivious to the horrors of the forest. He’s climbing the stairs of an inn, with an alpha, opening a door to their shared bedroom. An alpha that got him nesting blankets. An alpha who embraced him when he cried.

‘’Thank you,’’ he whispers in the quiet of the room. Jeongguk has his back turned to him, getting ready to sleep in the other bed. Jimin doesn’t remember when they established they would share a room, but he finds he’s actually relieved the alpha is not letting him alone. He doesn’t want to be alone.

‘’What for?’’

Jimin sits cross-legged on the bed close to the window. Now that the heat suppressant has worn off, he notices how strongly it smells of petrichor. The blankets feel soft under his touch, and he can’t wait and bask in the warmth of his new nest.

‘’For everything you have done for me.’’

‘’You don’t have to thank me, hyung,’’ Jeongguk sits on the other bed, facing Jimin with a soft smile. ‘’It’s the bare minimum.’’

Jimin shakes his head. ‘’It is not. No one has ever shown me this much kindness without expecting anything in exchange. That’s why I want to help you out. Both you and Namjoon need my help, it’s the least I can do to repay—’’

‘’Hyung,’’ Jeongguk interrupts him. ‘’I would have helped you regardless. You were lost and alone, you know nothing about your past or where you come from. Maybe I found you by chance, but I would have done this for anyone who needs my help. That’s why I work as a mercenary.’’

‘’To help others?’’

Jeongguk nods. ‘’I like helping. I’ve grown up in… Well. It wasn’t the best environment to grow up in. But it did teach me how to be kind and selfless. I don’t expect anything in return, I just want to give you the chance to find happiness on your own.’’

‘’I’ve never met anyone like you.’’

Surprisingly, that makes Jeongguk blush. ‘’I’m glad you met me, then.’’

‘’Will you tell me more about the Jeon pack?’’ Jimin lies down on the pillows, breathing in the scent of rain. His omega purrs inside him.

‘’With time. Maybe one day I can show you around,’’ Jeongguk lies down too, his face illuminated by the pale pink light from the sunrise. Like this, he looks like the sun itself. Ethereal and beautiful. ‘’Now sleep, pup.’’

☽

The clearing where Jimin did his first transformation is Jeongguk’s favorite place to train him. 

Almost a full moon cycle has passed by, and Jimin is starting to feel restless.

‘’Why can’t we go to the forests and start our plan?’’ He pouts to an amused Taehyung, who sits on a fallen truck while he observes the two wolves train. Jimin is a bit sweaty and tired after avoiding Jeongguk’s punches—their favorite way to warm up before the training begins. 

‘’Because you are still not ready!’’ Jeongguk laughs from the other side of the clearing, gathering their swords.

‘’Don’t be harsh on him!’’ Taehyung cackles and Jimin uses this chance to land a soft kick to his shin, making the alpha hiss. ‘’And you don’t be mean! Tonight is the last day of the Autumn festival, be nice or I won’t accompany you!’’

Jimin has enjoyed all the autumn celebrations going on for the entire moon cycle in the city of Seori. Amidst the twinkling lights and festive cheer, Taehyung and Jimin had delved into the vibrant tapestry of the festival, roaming the market—and spending Namjoon’s money on food and various trinkets they didn't need. They danced around the tree with laughter and forgetting, just for a moment, about their past life.

‘’You weren’t going to do so,’’ Jimin sticks his tongue at his friend, thanking Jeongguk with a nod when the alpha brings him his short sword. ‘’Don’t you have a date with Namjoon?’’

‘’I do, but I don’t want you to spend the night in your room all by yourself, so you are coming with us!’’

Jimin sighs. ‘’Please, I don’t want to endure you two being all lovey-dovey. Save me from the misery.’’

‘’Just say you are jealous and go!’’ Taehyung snickers, this time avoiding Jimin’s kick. 

Jimin is not jealous. He is happy for Taehyung. He just wishes the two alphas would be a little more considerate when the four—sometimes six—of them get together. 

With time, he is growing fond of the rest of the alphas. Moons ago, Jimin would be scared and ready to pounce at such a large group of alphas, but now he loves to sit comfortably between Taehyung and Hoseok while they eat at the inn. He enjoys listening to Namjoon talk about his books—the ones he has written and the ones he’s currently reading. He adores Seokjin's sense of humor and how the alpha’s eyes light up when he’s explaining a new cooking recipe.

But on top of that, he’s starting to feel something deeper for Jeongguk. Jimin doesn’t know when it happened, but since the first day his omega loved Jeongguk’s alpha scent. It always wags its tail at the white wolf when they transform and run to the river and purrs when he lies down in his nest and is surrounded by the strong aroma of petrichor.

Jeongguk has been very patient with Jimin. They train every day, both in physical combat and transformation. Jimin is close to dominating it, he doesn’t need the aid of Jeongguk’s scent barrier to start the shift anymore. It takes him a while, but he can do it all by himself. 

‘’Stop talking and come here!’’ Jeongguk calls out, so with a last grin cast at Taehyung, he runs to the alpha’s side, sword ready. The two face each other on the clearing ground, armed with their chosen weapons. Jeongguk wields his long sword in one hand and the short sword in the other. ‘’Don’t hold back today.’’

‘’Oh?’’ Jimin smirks. ‘’Do you think you can handle me, alpha?’’

Jeongguk grins once they begin to circle each other, their movements precise and controlled. ‘’Of course, I can, pup.’’

With a swift movement, their swords meet in a resounding clang, Jeongguk’s long and short swords deflecting the strikes of Jimin’s single blade. The omega moves with agility, his movements fluid and precise, attempting to find openings in Jeongguk’s defense.

The exchange intensifies as they accelerate their attacks, the longer sword seeking to dominate with its extended reach while Jimin dodges and weaves, aiming for strategic strikes. Metal sings through the air as they dance around each other, their footwork intricate and their reactions lightning-fast.

Feints, parries, and counterattacks follow in a mesmerizing display of skill and technique. Jeongguk’s versatility with the two blades keeps Jimin on his toes, the alpha not relenting on his offensive.

Dust kicks up around them, a testament of their swift and calculated movements. Taehyung watches in awe as the duel continues, sometimes clapping at them or hyping them up, chanting Jimin’s name.

With a series of calculated strikes, Jeongguk manages to gain the upper hand, forcing Jimin into a defensive stance. Their blades clash fiercely, the longer reach of Jeongguk’s weapons overpowering Jimin’s attempts to counter effectively.

Gasping for breath but refusing to yield, Jimin steps back, frustration evident in his eyes. ‘’You always rely on your length advantage. Are you that scared of my blade, alpha?’’

Jeongguk smirks, twirling the long and short swords with practiced ease. "Oh, come on. It’s called strategy and adaptability. Maybe it’s you the one scared since you keep dodging me.’’

‘’Easy for you to say when you have two blades to rely on,’’ Jimin retorts, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and determination. ‘’I'll show you how we fight in the forests.’’

With renewed determination, Jimin lungs forward, movements swift and controlled. He attempts to outplay Jeongguk, aiming for quick and precise strikes, trying to exploit any opening in the alpha’s defense. The clash of metal echoes through the training ground as Jeongguk deflects each strike effortlessly.

‘’You're too predictable, Jimin. You need to vary your approach if you want to catch me off guard,’’ he says, deflecting another strike of Jimin’s sword with a grin. ‘’You always aim for the same spots. You need to outsmart me.’’

The banter continues as they spar, each trying to outdo the other not only in skill but also in words. Despite the bickering, both of them remain focused on winning. 

If Jimin is stubborn, Jeongguk is even more. And, on top of that, he has a competitive nature, always putting all his might into any task. 

They step back, breathing heavily but wearing satisfied smiles when Jimin disarms Jeongguk of his short sword, the blade digging into the ground.

‘’That was a good one,’’ the alpha says with a whistle.

‘’You still haven’t seen anything.’’ 

Jimin lunges forward with precision, aiming to disarm Jeongguk of his long sword. But the alpha, quick on his feet, evades the attempt, swiftly turning his body to maneuver away from Jimin’s grasp.

Using the momentum of his dodge, Jeongguk unleashes a powerful punch aimed carefully, steering clear of vital areas, straight into Jimin’s stomach. The impact is forceful, enough to wind Jimin and stagger him.

Gasping for air, Jimin stumbles backward, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected strike. Jeongguk, however, doesn’t press further. He maintains a respectful distance, his stance shifting into a defensive position, his expression still focused, as if examining what Jimin will do next.

‘’Min! Are you okay?’’ Taehyung exclaims from where he’s sitting, his voice edged with genuine concern.

‘’I'm fine,’’ Jimin manages between breaths, straightening up and taking a moment to regain composure. ‘’Just caught me off guard, that’s all.’’

Jimin’s patchouli scent turns even muskier, the pain in his stomach putting his wolf on alert. Driven by determination, Jimin runs towards Jeongguk, seeing an opening in his defense, and this time he manages to overpower him, causing Jeongguk to stumble and fall to the ground.

Before Jeongguk can regain his footing, Jimin swiftly maneuvers, straddling him, the blade from his short sword positioned closely near Jeongguk’s face, the sharp edge grazing the ground.

Breathless but composed, Jimin holds the advantage for the moment, a glint of triumph in his eyes. ‘’Looks like I finally got the upper hand, alpha,’’ he remarks with a husky voice.

Jeongguk, on the ground, meets Jimin's gaze with a hint of amusement, his petrichor scent turning a bit spicy, as if rain was falling on a campfire, extinguishing its flames. ‘’Do you have to straddle me like this every time you think you won?’’

Jimin snorts, letting go of the blade, but not moving from Jeongguk’s lap. ‘’I did win.’’

‘’You always say the same,’’ Jeongguk’s hands move to Jimin’s thighs, caressing them. Jimin gets distracted by the warm touch, the alpha’s scent getting stronger and both their breathing heavier. Jimin shivers under Jeongguk’s touch, wanting more, wishing his hands touched him everywhere. His world spins, and Jimin finds himself lying on the ground, Jeongguk over him with a grin. ‘’But then I do this, and that means I won.’’

When the alpha makes a move to stand up, Jimin wraps his legs around Jeongguk’s slim waist, making him fall down once again, their hips pressed. Like this, Jimin can feel the bulge in Jeongguk’s pants, warm and hard against his own.

Jimin whimpers at the touch, his scent turning now sweet, cheeks flushed when the alpha lets out a breathy moan. He feels warm, his hole wetting at the thought of being fucked in this clearing, in Jeongguk’s arms where he feels protected and—

‘’Are you two done? I’m hungry!’’

Taehyung’s voice interrupts his thoughts, and he lets go of the alpha with a gasp.

What the hell happened?  

Jimin just felt as if his body didn’t belong to him, his omega taking the reins, its thoughts filling Jimin’s brain with imaginary scenarios. His scent is still sweet, sweeter than usual, and his body feels warm to the touch.

Am I going into heat? No, this can’t be. Not now, I have a lot to do—

Jeongguk helps him to stand, his mind dizzy with the intensity of the alpha’s scent. He clears his throat, his eyes not meeting Jimin. ‘’Let’s go eat lunch.’’

Jimin doesn’t feel hungry for food at this moment.

☽

When night falls, Jimin finds himself walking through the streets in the direction of Namjoon’s bookstore, accompanied by a silent Jeongguk at his back. 

They haven’t talked since they came back from training. Jimin is confused about what’s going on inside of his head. He can’t process his feelings just right, some dark thoughts invading his mind every time he wanders back to how the alpha’s touch feels on his skin. 

Jimin is scared. 

He knows, of course he knows what he wants. His omega craves the alpha in some primal sense he doesn’t get. He likes the alpha. He just doesn’t know what will happen, if he lets his feelings and that primal need take control.

Would Jeongguk treat him the same way he has for the past moon cycle? Gentle and patient, like an equal. Or would he force Jimin to do something he doesn’t want? Would Jeongguk treat Jimin like an omega ?

‘’Can I speak with Jimin privately for a moment?’’  Taehyung says when they are ready to leave. The two alphas nod and walk out of the room, leaving them alone in the kitchen, tea cups empty. Taehyung motions to Jimin to help him clean them, and they stand side by side at the sink, water running from the faucet the only sound filling the room until Taehyung speaks again, his voice soft. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ he mumbles, not looking at his friend. Instead, his gaze is fixed on the teacup he is washing, at a stain that requires his undivided attention. Coward, Jimin. You are a coward. ‘’What did you need to talk about?’’

Taehyung lets go of the cloth he’s using to dry the porcelain with force, making Jimin flinch. ‘’Min, I've known you since you were a pup. Why are you not telling me what’s going on with you?’’

‘’I told you I’m alright—’’

‘’Bullshit,’’ the alpha says with a clenched jaw. ‘’You haven’t uttered a word since you came here, and Jeongguk is also acting odd. I have eyes, Jimin, and a nose. I can smell the tension between you two. Did he do something to you? Because I won’t forgive him if he—’’

‘’No!’’ Jimin interrupts, running a wet hand through his hair. ‘’Of course, he didn’t, Tae.’’

‘’Then?’’ Taehyung asks, confused. 

Jimin lets out a sigh, his scent sweetening to calm down his friend. ‘’I’m just confused.’’

‘’About what?’’

‘’About everything,’’ Jimin says, blinking back tears. He refuses to cry about this. He has shredded enough tears, and his confused feelings are not worth it. ‘’Is not really important.’’

‘’Minnie,’’ two strong arms embrace him, the scent of pine enveloping him. Jimin closes his eyes with a hiccup. ‘’Do you, perhaps, have feelings for Jeon—’’

‘’Don’t say it.’’

‘’Why not?’’ Taehyung gently strokes his hair.

‘’Because if you say it, then it will be real.’’

‘’Oh, Minnie,’’ the alpha kisses his temple, and Jimin can’t hold back anymore. He bursts into tears, hiding his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck, where he feels safe.

‘’This is so stupid,’’ he weeps. ‘’Why am I crying over this?’’

‘’Having feelings and being confused is not stupid, Jimin.’’

‘’But it is!’’ Jimin insists as he turns to face his friend. ‘’I need to be strong and focused on our plan to free the omegas.  My feelings don’t matter, and if my omega is attached to an alpha, it is probably just my inner wolf messing with my head—’’

‘’Stop right there,’’ Taehyung says sternly. ‘’Jimin, I know you have got a lot going on. There are many traumas to heal, but obsessing over the plan is unhealthy.’’

‘’But what shall I do?’’

‘’I know we don’t have much time, but you need to rest, too,’’ Taehyung says, releasing calming pheromones, and Jimin feels his body and mind lighten. ‘’Today is the last day of the autumn festival, let us go have some fun. Also, this can be the perfect chance for you to talk to Jeongguk about your feelings.’’

‘’Are you sure it is okay to have feelings for him?’’  Jimin speaks up, wiping away his tears with his shirt sleeves. 

‘’It is, Jimin. And as I said, I have eyes and a nose. I could feel it since the first day I accompanied you on to train. Probably even earlier. Jeongguk is a good alpha,’’ Taehyung says as he embraces him once more. ‘’He will take good care of you, just let yourself have something nice for once.’’

Jimin is unsure whether he deserves something nice in his life. But if Taehyung says so, he will believe it.

☽

As they wander through the bustling festival stalls, Jimin can’t help but steal glances at Jeongguk. 

The alpha walks silently by his side, his white hair a canvas against the flickering lanterns and twinkling lights. It mesmerizes Jimin, how ethereal he looks, as if he is enchanted under the magical spell that is Jeongguk’s white fur.

Otherworldly.

Their steps fall in sync, almost as if they are following a script written by the vibrant energy of the festival. Tension lingers between them, and Jimin can’t help but sweeten his patchouli scent subtly. It seems to have the opposite effect he was looking for, as he hears the alpha’s breathing stutter.

Maybe I am messing things up.

Namjoon and Taehyung walk ahead of them, hand in hand, wrapped in their own world of affectionate touches and shared laughter. Their love is palpable, and Jimin wonders how they fell in love so quickly. 

I feel like I’m falling behind. Taehyung has embraced city life so normally it scares me.

Taehyung comes to a halt in front of a stall, seemingly looking for something to buy—as if he and Jimin have not been visiting the market almost daily—and motions to the stall owner to bring him a shiny trinket to examine it more closely.  Jimin realizes it is a pair of earrings with a green stone dangling from them. It complements Taehyung’s tanned skin perfectly.

‘’Do I look pretty?’’ Taehyung asks, a toothy grin on his face, showing his ear in a fashionable pose. 

‘’They look great on you,’’ Jimin nods. He squeals when, suddenly, Taehyung pulls at his sleeve to get closer to the stall.

‘’Now pick some for yourself.’’

‘’Tae, I don’t need—’’

‘’Hush, now,’’ the alpha says with fond exasperation. ‘’Take them as a birthday present.’’

‘’Is not—’’

‘’Is it your birthday?’’ Jimin jumps as Jeongguk asks from behind his back. When did he get so close? I almost had a heart attack.

‘’It’s on the thirteenth of the tenth moon cycle,’’ Taehyung says, winking at the alpha. ‘’We should have a party! This is the first time we can celebrate your birthday! Now choose a pair of earrings.’’

A pair of silver earrings catches Jimin’s eye among a slew of jewelry. The tiny moons made of glittering silver are carved with small details that imitate the lunar landscape, showing the intricate handiwork. Each little crescent carries a subtle elegance, a sign of ethereal appeal hanging softly from ornately patterned hooks. A little, iridescent purple stone hangs from the crescent moons, glinting softly as if capturing the essence of the evening.

The earrings feel weightless in Jimin’s palm, as if they are imbued with the whispers of the night sky. The way the silver moons curve and the gemstones twinkle in the festive lights has a magnetic pull that calls for Jimin.

‘‘They are so beautiful,’’ he mutters. The stall owner approaches him and clasps the earrings into Jimin's ears with an expert hand.  They barely weigh anything, but the sensation is foreign to his body. When Jimin moves his head gently, the rhythmic sway of the moons and stones captivates his eyes, which sparkle with tiny stars like a starry night when he looks in the mirror. He turns around to show his friends.  ‘’Do I look good?’’

‘’You do!’’ Taehyung exclaims before turning to Jeongguk. ‘’What do you think, does he look pretty?’’

Jimin turns to the alpha with a shy glance. Jeongguk’s eyes widen when they silently stare at each other, no words seeming to escape him. A soft, breathless exhale can be heard amidst the bustle of the festival, Jeongguk’s gaze lingering on the earrings, tracing the intricate silver moons.

The festival lights seem to dance in his dark eyes, reflecting a glimmer of wonderment as he takes in the sight that is Jimin. What does he see in the omega? Jimin wonders if he looks as pretty as Jeongguk does in his own eyes.

‘’You look beautiful,’’ the alpha says with a gentle nod.

Taehyung nudges his side with a sly grin. ‘’Isn’t he the most beautiful omega in the world?’’

When Jeongguk nods again, Jimin turns a bright tomato red. He seems to be absorbed in his thoughts as he looks at Jimin, his petrichor scent falling over Jimin like a light spring rain. 

Once they are done with their shopping, Taehyung seemingly satisfied with whatever plan he has going on in his head—he can’t stop casting smug smirks at Jimin—they walk down the streets, passing stalls with food that smells delicious. Jimin’s stomach grumbles with hunger, so they make a quick stop to get some lamb skewers and a warm drink that tastes like apple juice.

It is silent again, as they walk behind Taehyung and Namjoon. The festival’s liveliness envelopes them, yet the silence speaks of untold emotions kept at bay. Jimin observes the colorful array of goods and marvels at the festive decorations, all the while his mind carries the burden of his thoughts that he has hidden from the world.

Why is it so difficult for him to enjoy the tranquility of the city? Why does he have to worry about people he doesn’t know? That last question he knows the answer to. He can’t bear the thought of being happy at the expense of other people’s misery. How could he live his life if his packmates were in pain? Jimin despises this world.

I still hate the city.

A warm hand stops him in his tracks, the gentle touch of Jeongguk’s fingers wrapping around his wrist interrupting his train of thought. He notices his scent has turned sour, and the alpha is still not looking at him. Instead, he looks in front of them, where Taehyung and Namjoon seem to be engrossed in their conversation, walking hand in hand. 

Jeongguk steers them away from the bustling throngs of festival goers, toward a secluded corner tucked away from the lively chaos. As they walk, the music and chatter gradually fade into a distant hum, replaced by a serene tranquility that calms Jimin’s racing heart.

They arrive at an ivy-covered stone beach nestled beneath a canopy of ancient trees, their gnarled branches arching overhead and filtering the vibrant festival lights into a soft, dappled glow. The gentle rustle of leaves provides a soothing background melody, and Jimin is thankful for the quietness, cocooned within a tranquil sanctuary far removed from the bustling crowd.

Jimin settles onto the bench with a heavy sigh, his tired muscles thanking a moment to rest. He wishes he was nestled in his bed and asleep. 

While he sleeps, he doesn’t have time to overthink.

‘’Hyung,’’ Jeongguk says tentatively, sitting beside him at a respectful distance. Jimin wishes he sat closer, so he could feel his warm body pressed to him. ‘’Are you tired?’’

‘’A bit,’’ he whispers. He is tired of the city, but he doesn’t want to say that out loud.

‘’We can go back to the inn and rest,’’ the alpha offers, looking at the canopy of leaves beneath them with a contemplative gaze.

Jimin curls up on the bench, resting his head on top of his knees. ‘’I don’t want to keep you from enjoying the final day of festivities.’’

‘’There will be another festival on the Winter Solstice. And I’ve been through a lot of festivals. Don’t worry about it.’’

Jimin hides his head between his arms, feeling the weight of his darkest thoughts on his shoulders. ‘’I don’t want to be in the city anymore.’’

‘’I know.’’

‘’I want to live in a quiet place, where no one can find me. Where I’m safe.’’

‘’You are safe here with us,’’ Jeongguk says. ‘’With me. ’’

‘’You can’t protect me from what haunts me the most,’’ Jimin whispers.

Jeongguk is silent for a while, the rustling of the leaves the only sound that reaches Jimin’s ears. It lulls him, a primal need to shift and run through the forests.

‘’Do you believe in promises?’’ The alpha finally asks.

‘’I don’t think I do,’’ he mumbles. Jimin feels Jeongguk moving, maybe getting ready to leave him for good and forget about him. I’m a nuisance, after all.  

Instead, Jimin's attention is drawn to the soft touch of something smooth on his hand. He raises his head from his knees, looking at the alpha, then at the small pouch he’s offering to Jimin.

‘’What is this?’’ With gentle fingers, Jimin unveils the contents of the pouch, letting it fall into his palm.

A pendant that perfectly matches the pair of earrings Jimin is currently wearing. Crafted from shimmering silver, bearing a miniature crescent moon, etched with intricate details, and adorned with a mesmerizing purple stone that glimmers softly in the faint glow of the moonlight.

Jimin’s breath catches in his throat as he gazes upon the pendant, its resemblance to the earrings stirring a tender warmth within him.

‘’I got it a few moons ago,’’ Jeongguk says, touching with a gentle finger the dangling moon of one of Jimin’s earrings. 

‘’Why?’’

Is this another birthday present? No, impossible, Jeongguk didn’t know it was my birthday. Then why?

‘’This is my promise to you,’’ Jeongguk leans in close, the warmth that Jimin so much craved making his heart race in his ribcage. ‘’It’s a courting gift.’’

Jimin widens his eyes, speechless. The words seem to fail him, trying to articulate a coherent sentence but stammering in the process. 

A courting gift. Jeongguk got me a courting gift. Alpha wants to court us.

Jeongguk’s eyes crinkle and his eyes sparkle in silent amusement, but with a fondness Jimin has never seen in anyone. ‘’You don’t have to accept it,’’ he says gently. ‘’And whether you accept it or not, it doesn’t change anything between us. I still want to make another promise to you.’’

Jimin watches as the alpha stands up and moves between his legs, kneeling on the ground and clasping at Jimin’s hands. They are so small in comparison to Jeongguk’s larger palms.

‘’I will be by your side, for as long as you want me,’’ Jeongguk says with determination. ‘’We will break the omegas free, make the forests a safer place. And once it is done, I’ll go with you to the north. You don’t have to be alone, not when you can rely on me.’’

A lone tear makes its way down Jimin’s cheek.

‘’You can heal at your own pace, I won’t rush you,’’ Jeongguk continues. ‘’But I promise you, for as long as I breathe, that you won’t be alone.’’

Jimin’s heart swells with gratitude, feeling the tenderness in Jeongguk’s soft petrichor scent, surrounding him like a tidal wave. As he looks into the alpha’s eyes, Jimin can only see genuine and sincere love pouring out of them. 

Jeongguk genuinely cares about me.

‘’I accept it,’’ he says quietly, no longer looking away.  Jimin embraces the tender affection that is being offered to him, the only selfish thing he will allow himself to enjoy.

I deserve it. I deserve to be loved like this.

Jeongguk carefully leans forward, giving Jimin his space.  But he doesn’t dare to move,  because he is no longer afraid.

A gentle kiss is pressed against his cheekbone, soft like a caress, lingering as a fleeting yet profound moment, imbued with the warmth of shared emotions and the promise of a better life.

‘’I will help you be happy’’ Jeongguk says into his skin, his long eyelashes brushing against his cheek. It tickles. ‘’That is a promise I will never break, Jimin’’

☽

They find Namjoon and Taehyung near the big tree, surrounded by other wolves who have gathered to watch the festival’s final act—the fireworks.

Namjoon had explained to Jimin what they are and how they work, but the omega doesn’t feel like he likes it. Not when it comes to fire .

‘’Where did you two go?’’ Taehyung inquiries, lifting a brow. 

‘’Sorry, Tae. I was a bit tired,’’ Jimin says. He will talk to Taehyung about everything later, just not right now. He wants to keep this to himself, at least for a bit more. Their little secret.

‘’You smell sweet,’’ Taehyung embraces him, his nose brushing Jimin’s scent glands but not really touching them. ‘’You sure you are alright?’’

Jimin nods with a reassuring smile. ‘’Just tired, Taetae. When are the fireworks starting?’’

‘’In a few,’’ Namjoon says. ‘’I hope you like them.’’

Jimin casts a glance at their surroundings. The vibrant market square is alive with the eager anticipation of the fireworks spectacle, and the air crackles with excitement, the rhythmic bursts of laughter and joyous chatter weaving an enchanting symphony.

Jeongguk subtly touches his lower back, making Jimin blush. He’s thankful the place is darkened and no one can notice how affected he is by something so dumb as a light touch of long fingers on his body. Is not as if Jeongguk hadn’t touched him before, they are constantly touching when they train.

Omega, control yourself. He wishes he could shut up his inner wolf sometimes.

‘’If you get scared, I’ll be right here,’’ Jeongguk whispers close to his ear, so only Jimin can hear. He says it softly, not in a mocking way, and Jimin’s scent sweetens even more.

The first burst of color illuminates the sky, making Jimin jump. The vivid colors paint against the darkness, undeniably beautiful, but the crackling sounds and fiery displays stir an anxious flutter within him.

With each explosion, Jimin’s eyes widen in a mix of wonder and fear. The dazzling lights dance above, creating intricate patterns that mesmerize the crowd. 

‘’Woah,’’ he hears Taehyung exclaim. ‘’Have you seen that, Min? They are beautiful.’’

However, the sharp crackles and the heat that accompanies each burst send shivers down Jimin’s spine, triggering a wave of unease. While others marvel at the display, his attention flickers between the breathtaking spectacle and a sense of discomfort. The bright flashes and loud explosions are overwhelming, the flames leaping high into the sky invoking a primal fear within Jimin.

His inner wolf howls, hiding its snout between its paws, its fur standing on end.

The fear of fire that has always lingered in the depths of Jimin’s being makes it impossible for him to enjoy this. Why? He wonders. How did it happened? Why is he so afraid of fire? It feels like an automatic response from his mind and body. That’s why he’s so glad watercress leaves exist, so he can see in the dark.

Jeongguk had told him those leaves were originally from his pack. There’s a hidden lake close to the borders of the Jeon clan where watercress grows beautifully, the leaves creating a spectacle of lights during the rainy days.

Jimin wants to see that, not fire exploding. 

He doesn’t realize his body is shaking until two strong arms move him, until his front is pressed to hard muscle and his face is tucked under a sharp chin, his nose so close to where the scent of petrichor is stronger.

Jimin lets instinct take control of his actions, leaning closer to Jeongguk’s scent gland, wanting to breathe in the rain until he doesn’t know where he starts and the alpha ends. But he’s stopped, whining under his breath. How dare the alpha stop him, when he’s so close to what he’s been craving for so long?

‘’Not now, pup. Later, when we are alone.’’

But Jimin doesn’t want later, he wants now.

‘’Please,’’ he sobs into the alpha’s neck.

‘’I know, Jimin. But if I scent you now, I won’t be able to control myself.’’

‘’Why?’’

Jeongguk chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. ‘’Because I want to scent you right. Like you deserve to.’’

‘’I deserve to be scented right now, too,’’ Jimin pouts.

Jeongguk’s embrace feels like a lifeline, a tender refuge amidst the whirlwind of emotions Jimin is going through almost every day. He leans into his warmth, seeking comfort in the safety of his strong arms, finding a momentary respite from the overwhelming world that surrounds him.

Tender silence settles between them as the last fireworks paint the sky with radiant colors, a serene calm enveloping Jimin, the fear momentarily eased by the comforting presence of Jeongguk. Jimin turns to him, their gazes meeting in a silent exchange, a connection forged in the intimate shelter of their shared moment.

In a fleeting instant, their faces draw closer, their breaths mingling in a gentle dance. The magnetic pull between their lips is palpable, a tender longing tinged with the vulnerability of their emotions.

A whispered breath lingers between them as lips hover mere inches apart, but instead, a soft smile graces Jeongguk’s lips, breaking the spell between them.

Jimin pouts, his omega sadly lowering its ears with puppy eyes.

‘’Later,’’ Jeongguk says before looking behind Jimin’s back, to where Taehyung and Namjoon are gesturing for them to move out of the way. Jimin realizes at that moment that the fireworks spectacle has ended and that the crowd is starting to disperse. ‘’We need to leave, or we will get lost in the crowd. Let’s go.’’

They walk in silence, side by side just like before, following Namjoon and Taehyung. The pair are still immersed in their own world, and Jimin is grateful. He knows Taehyung would make fun of him, if he knew how close he was to losing control, just a moment ago.

They enjoy the last moments of the festival until Jimin starts to feel his feet aching. 

‘’It is better if we go back home and rest,’’ Namjoon says. ‘’Tomorrow we’ll begin the plan, be at the bookstore by noon, okay? Tae and I will make you lunch.’’

‘’I can’t believe it’s already time,’’ Taehyung sighs. ‘’Rest well, I’ll see you tomorrow.’’

With a last embrace, they part ways.

☽

When they return to the cozy inn after the exhilarating yet exhausting festivities, a sense of relief washes over Jimin as he sinks into the comfort of the welcoming space. The festival’s vibrant energy has gradually faded into a pleasant exhaustion that settles into his bones, and his feet, tired from hours of standing, throb with a dull ache.

As they enter the warm embrace of the inn, the enticing glow of soft lamplight creates a calm mood. The rustic appeal of Seokjin’s inn welcomes them, offering a respite from the night’s frenetic activity.

Jimin sighs gratefully as he slides into one of the cushioned chairs at the main hall, grateful for the opportunity to relieve the strain on his feet. 

‘’Here,’’ Jeongguk, ever perceptive, seems to notice his discomfort, bringing a basin of warm water infused with soothing herbs. Jimin wonders when he went to get the basin, or even heat the water, but he’s so tired that he doesn’t really mind it. ‘’I can run us a bath, too. Hoseok and Seokjin hyung are probably still out, but they won’t mind it.’’

Aromatic steam rises from the basin, carrying hints of lavender and mint, forming a fragrant veil that encircles the room. Jimin gratefully dips his feet into the soothing warmth, feeling the tension dissipate with each passing second.

‘’I don’t want to bother you,’’ he murmurs, closing his eyes as the soothing herbal remedy works its magic, reveling in the peace that surrounds him. The fatigue begins to fade, giving way to a blissful sense of relaxation that spreads throughout his limbs. ‘’This is enough, thank you.’’

Jeonguuk sits nearby, a quiet presence that offers silent support, understanding the drowsiness that has settled in after a night filled with excitement. His reassuring presence is like a balm to Jimin’s soul.

The ache in his feet gradually fades into a gentle numbness, the warmth of the herbal soak easing the strain. Jimin dozes of, his eyelids heavy and the warm bath, the fatigue that had weighed heavily on his body transforming into a gentle lull, coaxing him into a peaceful slumber.

With his eyes still closed, Jimin hears the rustling of clothes and quiet steps. Warm hands reach to him, fingers threading through his hair, a whispered voice echoing in his ears like a lullaby.

‘’Let’s go to your nest, pup.’’

With utmost care, Jeongguk gathers him into his arms, cradling Jimin as though he is the most fragile treasure. His touch is gentle, always so gentle, his strength a comforting anchor that envelopes Jimin in a cocoon of safety.

Jimin stirs slightly as he’s carried through the corridors of the inn, the soft glow of lanterns guiding their path. A fleeting moment of awareness brushes against his slumbering mind, but the serenity of the moment pulls him back to sleep.

When Jeongguk enters their room, he gently places Jimin on the warm embrace of the bed, each movement as gentle as a whisper. The mattress’s softness envelopes the omega like a cloud, inviting him to completely surrender to the sweet embrace of rest.

With a tender brush of his hand against his cheek, the alpha lingers for a moment, as if hesitant. Jimin opens his eyes with a yawn, wanting to sleep but his body also craves something else.

‘’Can you scent me?’’

In the barely lit room, Jeongguk’s white hair and big eyes shine like the moon. Like the moon’s dangling from Jimin’s earrings, the moon he’s wearing on his neck. 

Jeongguk’s courting gift.

Jimin gasps slightly when he feels Jeongguk tucking himself into his neck, right against his scent gland. Gulping, he bites back a groan when the alpha nuzzles deeper into his neck, the smell of rain and something sweeter bursting on his tongue. Jeongguk drags his nose along his neck and jaw, a low growl rumbling from his chest, snaking one of his arms around Jimin’s slim waist tightly, under his shirt, groaning at the contact of skin on skin.

Jimin shivers from his touch, gripping on the alpha’s shoulder to ground himself. It’s a lot, Jimin’s head feeling light, as if he’s floating on top of a cloud on a rainy morning, his patchouli sweetening like a field in bloom.

Jeongguk tilts his head slightly, enough so he can nose at the space behind the omega’s ear, a whine bubbling from Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s scent gets thicker and heavier than before, the alpha’s grip on his waist tightening, digging his nails lightly into Jimin’s skin. Jimin becomes dizzy at the thought of him leaving marks on his skin, barely registering the wetness slowly trickling down his thighs, dampening his underpants. 

In a split second, Jeongguk lets go of him, making Jimin whine from the sudden distance. The alpha is breathing hard, his grip on Jimin’s waist tightening, pupils blown. He casts a glance at Jimin’s entire body, gaze fixated on the bulge in his pants, the wetness between his legs.

Jimin feels so ashamed of his state, scent souring at the thought of Jeongguk stopping because he’s leaking slick at a simple scenting. He turns around, hiding his face into his hands, face flushed.

‘’Sorry—’’ Jimin whimpers when, suddenly, he’s roughly turned back again to face the alpha. And even in the rough touch of Jeongguk’s hands, he’s careful and gentle. Tender when he shoves his face back into Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply and desperately nuzzling into his skin.

Jimin claws at his back, whining loudly. The omega squirms on top of the sheets when Jeongguk just doesn’t stop, running the tip of his nose all over his skin desperately as his strong hands grip his waist tight, burning right through the fabric of his shirt.

Hot puffs of air slips from Jimin’s lips, eyes closed in ecstasy when the alpha’s tongue comes in contact with his skin, raking his nails down his back as the hands on his waist pull him closer, if that’s possible in the position they are right now, with Jeongguk clawing on top of him, making Jimin arch into him. Jeongguk’s scent explodes on his tongue when he reciprocates the scenting, making the omega moan at the taste of it. He can feel his now sweet flowery scent being covered by the smell of a monsoon, more slick trickling down his thighs and dampening his legs. The alpha kisses his neck up to his jaw, enjoying the way Jimin is clawing at his back desperately with a pleased hum.

Jimin has never imagined what an intimate scenting feels like. He’s always been scared of it, denied from one of the most primal needs of an omega. And now, lying under Jeongguk, their faces tucked into each other’s necks, Jimin understands it.

This is how paradise feels.

‘’You smell so good, darling’’, the alpha says against his skin, burying his nose roughly as if to prove his point. He’s so out of it, that Jimin should be worried he’s losing control.

Jimin should be scared, but he’s far from it.

Jeongguk would never harm him.

‘’Alpha,’’ Jimin whimpers, his legs squeezing together as a gush of slick runs down his thighs. The alpha is not even doing anything, but he is leaking like he is in heat, his scent impossibly sweet.

Jeongguk groans, Jimin’s voice jolting him back to reality, even if he is still dazed. He squeezes his eyes shut, attempting to regain his composure. Slowly, but painfully, he wills himself away from Jimin’s neck, taking away that rainy storm scent that Jimin now knows he will become addicted to, now that he has finally gotten a whiff of it. 

He doesn’t think he will be able to stay away for long now that he’s gotten a whiff of it straight from the source. Even now, Jimin wants to bury his nose in Jeongguk’s neck to quench the new kind of thirst in his throat.

Jimin whines as the alpha moves away. He notices Jeongguk breathing through his mouth, most likely to avoid smelling the slick that runs down the omega’s thighs. Jimin’s lips tremble as he wonders why the alpha is keeping his distance.

‘’Does alpha not want me?’’

The distance feels like rejection, Jimin suddenly feeling like he’s being stabbed directly at his heart. Did he do something wrong? But his thoughts don’t wander far enough before Jeongguk immediately cups his cheek, shushing him gently with warmth in his eyes.

‘’No no, none of that at all, pup. Of course I want you. But I want to make you feel good. I want it to be different, not when we are drunk on each other’s scents like this’’, Jeongguk releases calming pheromones, making Jimin almost putty in his hold. ‘’I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you, when you are in such a vulnerable condition.’’

A lone tear runs down Jimin’s cheek, Jeongguk gently cleaning it with the pad of his finger, smiling softly at the omega.

‘’Thank you,’’ Jimin whispers, looking at the alpha sitting beside him on the bed at a safe distance. He hates the distance, but he understands. They were getting carried away, Jimin’s omega hormones taking control of his mind and body. He would have regretted it, if they had gone far. 

‘’You don’t have to thank me, you know?’’ The alpha shrugs. ‘’Not when I’m treating you with the respect you deserve.’’

‘’No one has treated me with respect.’’

‘’Don’t let Taehyung know you said that, or he would smack at you,’’ the alpha jokes, and with that, the tension between them is broken.

Jimin is so grateful for that, but now he’s embarrassed at the mess he made under his pants. He tries to stand up, but the alpha stops him with a gentle hand, saying he will go get a wet cloth so Jimin can clean himself.

Once Jimin gets rid of all the slick on his rim and legs, he dresses in a pair of clean pants and remakes his nest. Thankfully, none of the slick has dirtied the sheets. He re-arranges the cushions and blankets until his omega purrs in contentment, but soon enough, his inner wolf starts whining petulantly.

What more do you want, alpha has scented us already.

‘’Are you alright?’’ Jeongguk asks from his bed, where he’s already tucked in and ready to sleep. Jimin’s inner wolf drops its ears, sad. That’s not right, alpha should sleep here. ‘’Do you need anything else for your nest?’’

You.

‘’Me?’’ Fuck, did I say that out loud? Jeongguk stands up and gets close to Jimin’s nest, a grin on his face. ‘’Do you want alpha to cuddle you to sleep?’’

‘’No,’’ Jimin rolls his eyes, moving a cushion from one place to another, as if he’s still arranging his nest. But the cushion is not placed correctly, so he puts it back to where it was in the beginning. Jeongguk snorts, realizing Jimin is being stubborn and embarrassed.

‘’You just have to say it,’’ he says with a shit-eating grin, his scent becoming proud. Of course, he is, the little asshole.

Jimin loves it when Jeongguk is gentle, but what he likes the most about the alpha is when he acts cocky and straightforward, when he jokes around and messes with Jimin. He’s playful by nature, and right now he’s making fun of Jimin’s embarrassment.

‘’Is that what you want?’’ Jimin asks in return, lifting a brow. ‘’To cuddle me like a pup, to sleep in my nest that I made with all the care in the world? I don’t think you are deserving of such a privilege, though.’’

‘’Don’t I?’’ Jeongguk grins. ‘’I just made you slick, Jimin. I think I deserve some cuddles.’’

Jimin throws the cushion at Jeongguk’s snickering face.

☽

Waking up after a dreamless sleep and surrounded by the warm scent of rain feels like magic.

The first rays of dawn gently filter through the curtains, and Jimin stirs from the depths of sleep, slowly regaining awareness. The soothing warmth of the room envelops him, and as consciousness gradually returns, Jimin notices the comforting weight of Jeongguk’s embrace around his middle.

With a gentle flutter of eyelids, Jimin finds himself cradled between the comforting arms of the alpha, his serene expression softened by the tender touch of morning light. Their bodies lie intertwined, Jeongguk’s arms wrapped protectively around Jimin in a gentle embrace.

The memories of the night before flood Jimin's mind—the courting promise, the heated scenting—and he feels his face blush at the thought.

Why did he let his omega act like a pup, without self-control? Is not that he regrets it, of course he doesn’t regret it. He’s so happy he could cry, but something about the night before feels so dreamlike. As if Jimin was observing his body move on his own from another place.

Jimin shifts slightly, stirring his aching muscles, and he feels how Jeongguk’s embrace tightens almost imperceptibly, drawing the omega closer, his cute lips slightly pouting. The gentle rise and fall of his chest matches the rhythm of Jimin’s own breathing like a synchronized dance.

A sense of peaceful contentment settles over Jimin as he observes the alpha soundly sleep, the tenderness of the moment lingering in the air like a whispered promise. The morning sun bathes the room in a golden glow, casting a serene aura upon their quiet entwined forms.

Jimin wishes this moment would last forever. Here, in Jeongguk’s arms, he’s safe and protected, at peace. But the moment has to be broken.

Today is the day their mission begins.

Chapter Text

Where are we going

The last star

Holding its light

Can you please don't let this night be over

Fill my eyes with the moonlight

Run away somewhere with my hands tight

Through the night I felt was a fairytale

Though we may be lost forever

Running through the night

☼

Jimin still doesn’t try the meat. And that’s alright, for Jeongguk at least. He lets the omega pick the vegetables from his plate, urging him to eat more.

‘’You need to eat, the travel will be rough,’’ he says, putting more carrots on top of some lettuce leaves.

Jimin nods and devours the food like an obedient pup, focused on eating but not saying much, his brow furrowing when something tastes just good. Jeongguk thinks he has picked that habit out of him.

‘’Yah, eat the duck meat I cooked with all my love for you!’’ Seokjin, on the other hand, doesn’t seem happy to see the frail omega that has stolen everyone’s heart in such a short time survive only on vegetables. Jimin pouts, his mouth full.

‘’I’m alright, the salad is also good. Or didn’t you prepare it with all your love?’’

Jeongguk hears Seokjin scoff from the kitchen, not paying much attention. There’s something that has been bothering him since last night, and he needs to talk to Jimin privately.

Something is off with the omega, and his alpha is trashing inside of him with the need to protect and keep Jimin happy and safe.

It’s been such a wild moon cycle, for both of them honestly. Jeongguk wishes he had met Jimin in better conditions, maybe taking his time to properly court him.

His inner alpha is sure Jimin’s omega is their true mate, and Jeongguk mostly agrees. But rushing the omega is a terrible idea, considering where he comes from and how omegas were—are—treated there. 

He almost lost control last night, and he can’t forgive himself for that. He needs to keep his cool and not pressure the omega into anything he’s not comfortable with, but his reckless alpha, sometimes, behaves like a pup.

Especially when it comes to Jimin.

‘’We can pack some leftovers for the trip,’’ Jeongguk says when he sees Jimin distractedly playing with the food. ‘’Don’t push yourself if you are not hungry.’’

‘’I was just a moment ago,’’ Jimin lets go of his fork, sighing. ‘’I don’t know why I lost my appetite so suddenly.’’

‘’That’s because my food is amazing! You get full by just looking at it!’’ Seokjin bellows from the kitchen, followed by a snickering Hoseok who is probably cleaning the dishes. Jeongguk can hear the low murmur of running water in the distance. 

‘’Go dress yourselves, I’ll pack you lunch boxes for the trip!’’

They go upstairs, Jeongguk checking if their bags have everything they need. They need to pack up light, a heavy bag would only get in their way. A pair of water flasks, fruits, dried meat, and Seokjin’s lunch boxes would suffice. 

Jimin keeps his earrings and Jeongguk’s first courting gift safe in a little wooden box that Hoseok gave him.

The first step of their plan is to get the omega’s pack help. Jimin is the only one who knows where they are, and Jeongguk doubts they would welcome an alpha into their territory, so Jimin needs to go alone and talk to them and ask for cooperation. 

‘’I asked them to help the omegas from my pack,’’ Jimin says after getting fully dressed, his new winter clothes another present from Jeongguk. It suits him well, a pair of warm pants and a jacket made of white wool and gray rabbit pelt. He would look even better in Jeongguk’s clan attire, but he keeps that thought to himself. His hair is getting whiter with every shift, the roots completely white now. He’s matching his wolf fur, white and brown-spotted. He’s cute. So cute Jeongguk only wants to tackle him into the forest ground and playfully bite and groom him. He’s down bad for the omega. ‘’So maybe we won’t need to free them if they manage to do so.’’

‘’That would be a pack already free, then.’’

‘’What about the alphas?’’

Jeongguk looks back at the omega with a questioning gaze. ‘’What about them?’’

‘’Weren’t Namjoon and you investigating why the forest alphas are going feral? Maybe we can start with them.’’

‘’Are you sure you are comfortable going back to your pack?’’

Jimin grins. ‘’I’m not made of glass, Jeongguk-ah. I can stomach it, don’t worry, my silly alpha.’’

Now that makes Jeongguk blush. He doesn’t know if it’s the northern dialect—he curses his past self for teaching it to Jimin—or the usage of my alpha. Either way, Jeongguk is doomed. He tries to control his scent, but suddenly, a wave of sweet flowers hits his nose. 

Jimin’s scent never gets this sweet. His patchouli is musky, strong for an omega. It only sweetens when Jimin is happy, but never like this. It feels intoxicating.

‘’Hyung, are you sure you are alright?’’

‘’I told you I am,’’ Jimin seems unconscious of his sweetening scent, and Jeongguk is worried about it. He smelled Jimin’s aroused scent last night, but the one he’s emitting right now is different. Stronger, warmer. Could he—?

‘’Are you in heat?’’

‘’What?’’ Jimin splutters, the flask he has in his hands that should go into his bag falling to the wooden floor. ‘’I’m not, what—’’

‘’You smell fucking sweet, Jimin hyung.’’

‘’Do I?’’ Jimin lifts his wrist, sniffing at his scent gland. ‘’I don’t feel it.’’

‘’You don’t?’’

Jimin shakes his head. ‘’Maybe you are imagining things. I know my wolf better than you, Ggukie. Trust me.’’

Jeongguk does trust him. But something still feels odd.

☼

‘’I told you I’d be okay.’’

Jeongguk can hear the pout in Jimin’s face even when he’s enveloped in Taehyung’s bone-crushing embrace. The alpha can’t stop lightly scenting him, running his nose through Jimin’s cheek and hair like a mother would do to their pup. It’s endearing, honestly.

‘’But what if not?’’

‘’Jeongguk will be with me.’’

‘’But what if he’s not?’’

‘’Tae—’’ 

Jimin whines into the crook of Taehyung’s neck.

‘’Those two can’t be helped,’’ Namjoon sighs beside him. They are preparing some tea to drink while discussing their plan for the day. Jeongguk knows everything he has to know about the forests and how to get to the packs, but Jimin is still a bit distracted, so a little review won’t do any harm.

Jeongguk can still smell the sickeningly sweet scent clinging to Jimin’s skin, stirring his inner alpha in interest every time he gets closer to the omega. His self-control is close to a breaking point, but he has to endure it.

For Jimin’s sake and well-being.

‘’What type of tea do we make for today?’’ Namjoon calls out for the two friends, who are still in a tight embrace at the kitchen’s entrance. Jimin moves his head, ready to speak, but Taehyung petulantly whines and makes the omega’s head go back to the crook of his neck. 

‘’Stop behaving like a pup, Tae!’’ Jimin’s muffled voice says. ‘’I want something earthy.’’

‘’Juniper berries, then,,’’ Namjoon turns to Jeongguk. ‘’I think I have some in the storage, do you mind picking them while I prepare the water?’’ 

Jeongguk nods and walks down the corridor to the storage room. As he rummages through the boxes and crystal jars Namjoon keeps safe inside the dimly lit room in search of the juniper berries, he comes across a tiny, dusted wooden box. He picks it up, cleaning the lid with a finger, the dust sticking to the wood because of the humidity in Namjoon’s house. He opens it with care—maybe he shouldn’t do this, since it seems like something personal—but once again, it was abandoned in the middle of pickle jars—and lets out a small gasp at its contents.

‘’What?’’

Inside the little box, there’s a ring. It looks rusty, the passing of the years is unforgiving, even though it seems it was well kept inside the tiny box. The ring looks old, handmade by an inexperienced hand. But what makes Jeongguk confused is the stone at the center of it.

Moonstone. It shines under the dim light, like an ethereal, magical tiny thing. Jeongguk suddenly feels wrong for seeing something like this without permission. Moonstones are impossible to find, they come from the moon itself. Attaching one to a ring can mean only one thing.

‘’Jeongguk?’’ Namjoon appears at the doorstep, confusion on his face. ‘’Did you get lost in there?’’

The alpha stops in his tracks when he sees what Jeongguk has in his hands, mouth agape.

‘’Oh, shit. I thought I lost that.’’

‘’Why do you have this?’’ Jeongguk wonders in amazement, a fingertip carefully touching the metal ring but not daring to even brush the stone. 

‘’My dad found it on the floor of his boat decades ago. He told me it belonged to a couple that was running away from somewhere or someone,’’ Namjoon says, memories coming back to him as he gazes at the ring. ‘’He tried to find them, but to no avail. So he kept the ring and then asked me to bring it with me. Maybe I could find its owners in the city, he said.’’

‘’But you lost it.’’

Namjoon scratches his neck with a sheepish smile. ‘’I lost it, yeah.’’

‘’It’s so pretty.’’

Namjoon hums. ‘’It is. It seems handmade, whoever crafted it must have loved their mate a lot. Moonstones are so rare that they are usually exchanged for insane amounts of money or even entire villages. I can’t even imagine anyone wasting them on a ring.’’

When Jeongguk goes to close the lid to give the box back to Namjoon, a teasing don’t lose it again on the tip of his tongue, he stops. Under the storage room bulb, something shines on the bottom part of the ring box, so Jeongguk lifts it to eye level.

There’s an inscription there, written in neat calligraphy. He moves the ring with the utmost care to get a better view of what’s written on what seems to be a piece of the same metal, put at the bottom of the box.

Jeongguk’s heart hammers inside his ribcage.

‘’Jeongguk?’’ He barely hears the concerned voice of the alpha standing next to him, his mind going haywire. 

On that metal plate, Jeongguk reads:

To our beloved pup, Jimin.

From your parents, Jeon Yena and Mingyu.

‘’Oh shit,’’ Namjoon says after reading it. ‘’I never realized that was in there. Do you think—?’’

‘’I have no doubt,’’ Jeongguk says, closing the lid and turning back to Namjoon. His instincts never fail, and there is too much evidence that the feeling he has had in his heart since he met Jimin is completely true.‘’This belonged to Jimin’s parents.’’

‘’How can you be so sure? Jimin is a pretty common name.’’

‘’You said your dad found it on a boat?’’ 

‘’Yeah, from a couple that were running away—’’

‘’Jimin had in his possession stones from the temple of the Jeon pack. He’s a northern wolf, but he never got to meet his parents, and I’m sure they ran away from there. His mother must have been a priest, and the alpha’s name appears without a clan surname.’’

‘’So you mean his mother ran away with his lover?’’

Jeongguk nods. ‘’She probably was pregnant, and if I’m correct, Jimin’s father was a rogue. The Jeons are strict as hell when it comes to mating. They probably didn’t accept their relationship, and when she got with pup, they had to flee the pack.’’

Namjoon gets pensive for a moment, and Jeongguk lets out a long sigh. Should they tell Jimin all of this? Maybe right now is not the best moment. Jimin is already acting odd, and the mission has put the omega on edge. 

Namjoon beats him to say it. ‘’I think we should wait to tell him.’’

‘’You are right. This will overwhelm him even more,’’ Jeongguk says, handing the ring box to Namjoon. ‘’This time, don’t lose it, though.’’

The joke helps lighten the mood. Namjoon puts the box inside his pocket, then picks up a jar full of juniper berries.

‘’Let’s make some tea.’’

☼

Not telling Jimin feels incredibly wrong. Jeongguk tries to convince himself he’s doing it for the omega’s well-being, but it still feels wrong.

‘’Do you have more of these?’’ Jimin has already eaten three pastries, including Jeongguk and Taehyung’s own. He swallows the one he was munching, cleaning the crumbs from his lips and fingers. For someone who has eaten a lot at breakfast, he’s got an appetite.

‘’You can have mine, too.’’ Namjoon offers his pastry, and Jimin devours it as if he’s been starved for months. Which is not the case since he has come to Seori. 

His scent is still sweet, like a flower field in bloom, but no one but Jeongguk seems to notice. He had asked Namjoon, but the alpha had looked at him as if Jeongguk had grown a second head.

Why is no one noticing Jimin’s odd scent?

Not even Taehyung, his self-proclaimed soulmate. Jeongguk has a bad feeling about this.

He could stop the plan altogether. Let Jimin rest, or whatever he needs to get his normal attitude back. Not only has his scent gotten sweeter, but he’s also been extremely clingy. Which Jeongguk won’t complain about. But Jimin’s usually reserved personality has gone missing, so suddenly it makes him weary.

Like a bad omen.

‘’Do you like the pastries that much, Minnie?’’ Taehyung pets the omega’s hair, and Jimin purrs under the touch, asking for more. It looks like a normal interaction between the two of them, but Jeongguk still feels that something is terribly wrong. ‘’I can pack you some for the trip.’’

‘’Okay.’’

Once the tea and pastries are gone, they review the mission plan, which is written on a map of the forest placed on top of Namjoon’s kitchen table. 

‘’It’s a pretty simple quest,’’ Taehyung says once Namjoon finishes explaining every step. ‘’I still worry about your safety, though.’’

‘’We’ll be alright,’’ Jeongguk shrugs. ‘’We are capable of taking care of ourselves, stop worrying that much. Jimin survived on his own in the forests, and I know how to handle a bunch of feral alphas.’’

‘’I know that. And I know how strong Jimin is,’’ Taehyung sighs. ‘’Sorry, I guess I’m just overprotective.’’

‘’See, that’s something you and Jeongguk have in common,’’ Namjoon laughs, then points at another mark on the map. The Park clan. He keeps explaining what they would do in case the omega’s pack doesn’t want to collaborate, but Jeongguk’s attention gets pulled away from the other alpha’s commanding voice. Instead, he looks at his side, where a mop of white and brown hair presses against his bicep.

‘’Are you sleepy?’’ He whispers, not wanting to interrupt Namjoon. He knows the plan from start to finish, so he doesn’t need to hear what the alpha is actually saying. He gets the impression that Jimin doesn’t need that, either, since he hasn’t been paying attention—at least that’s what it seems like, because now he’s nuzzling against Jeongguk’s arm.

‘’I ate too much.’’

‘’Do you want some water?’’

Jimin shakes his head with a whine. ‘’I want alpha.’’

Namjoon coughs, trying to get their attention back. And, judging by his dumbfounded expression and Taehyung’s shit-eating grin, Jeongguk is convinced they heard that last part.

‘’You owe me a dinner.’’

Namjoon groans. ‘’I shouldn’t have made that bet. Of course you were going to win, that’s your best friend, you know him better than anyone else.’’

‘’Uh,’’ Jeongguk looks at the two alphas with a confused expression, the warm press of Jimin’s cheek on his bicep adding to his predicament. ‘’Did you two bet on us?’’

Taehyung snorts. ‘’It was pretty obvious you two had something going on,’’ he says, pinching Jimin’s cheek and making the omega groan in protest. The gesture seems to wake him up from whatever headspace he was in, his eyes recovering some focus. ‘’And you didn’t tell me right away! Now I’m hurt.’’

‘’It happened yesterday,’’ Jimin pouts, caressing his red cheek. ‘’I haven’t had time to tell you. The plan was more important.’’

Jeongguk nods, crossing his arms.

‘’You two are no fun,’’ Taehyung rolls his eyes, but his scent betrays him, the pine getting a bit fresher and sweeter, like a forest in the middle of summer. He’s happy for Jimin—for them—and Jeongguk is glad that he has the approval of Taehyung. It is not that he needs it per se, but he knows how important Jimin is to him. ‘’Tell me every detail later, okay? Once you are back.’’

‘’Only if you promise me to stop worrying.’’

‘’I guess I can worry a bit less.’’

‘’Good,’’ Jimin nods approvingly. ‘’Now, let’s finish the preparations.’’

☼

Being back in the forests gives Jeongguk some sense of freedom. His inner wolf was craving it, if he’s being honest.

The same happens with Jimin, it seems.

‘’The wind feels so good.’’

‘’The snow season will start soon in the north,’’ Jeongguk grins. He’s been missing the mountains lately, wanting to run through snowy paths rather than earthy soil. ‘’The wind gets chillier, and it carries the scent of winter. I’m sure you’ll love it.’’

‘’I’ve never seen snow,’’ Jimin mutters, lowly and distracted. He’s been like that since they left Seori, and Jeongguk worries about it. ‘’Will you take me there once there’s snow in the mountains?’’

‘’Of course, I’ll take you wherever you want to go.’’

Jimin gets closer, his sweet scent making Jeongguk miss a step and trip on a tree root. He balances his feet just in time and coughs in embarrassment. Jimin doesn’t seem to realize, his hand grabbing Jeongguk’s coat. 

‘’Hyung—’’

‘’I’m alright.’’

Jeongguk comes to a halt, furrowing his brow. ‘’You are clearly not.’’

‘’I told you—''

‘’And I’m not believing you,’’ Jeongguk sighs, crossing his arms. ‘’You are acting like an omega in heat, Jimin. We should have stayed at the inn.’’

Jimin shakes his head petulantly. His scent turns sour, he’s upset about having to cancel their plan, and Jeongguk knows it. ‘’We have to keep going. We are late, let’s keep walking. It’ll be night soon.’’

‘’I’m not moving until you tell me what’s happening to you.’’

‘’Nothing is happening!’’

‘’I’m not buying it. You are acting all cuddly, and you smell sweet as fuck, Jimin, and my alpha is going crazy, asking me to take care of you. Maybe you can lie to me, but you can’t lie to my alpha,’’ Jeongguk lets out a scoff, annoyed at the situation. 

‘’I’m not in heat.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’

Jimin nods. ‘’I suppressed my heat the day I escaped. I woke up feeling warm and needy, but my heat is usually rough. My body aches, and everything hurts.’’

Jeongguk hums, deep in thought. Jimin’s suppressants have probably already worn off since he has total access to his inner wolf. And it doesn’t make sense to go into heat so suddenly and without a pre-heat. But still, the symptoms are too similar. 

‘’I still think it’s too risky.’’

‘’Please, Jeongguk. I can keep going, this is something I need to do.’’

‘’You are so,’’ Jeongguk sighs, shaking his head with a smile. ‘’Such a stubborn omega.’’

Jimin grins triumphantly. He always gets away with what he wants, Jeongguk is a weak alpha for him. 

As dusk descends, the forest embraces Jimin and Jeongguk in a blanket of fading light. Their footsteps are muffled by the soft carpet of fallen leaves as they venture deeper into the heart of the woods.

Twilight’s fingers paint the sky in hues of amber and violet, casting elongated shadows that dance among the trees. Yet, an inexplicable unease settles upon Jeongguk, his alpha sensing they are being watched, the fur on the back of its necks prickling with a silent warning.

Jeongguk halts abruptly, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of his long sword. Jimin stops beside him, looking in confusion at the alpha, scanning their surroundings. The forest, usually alive with chirping birds and rustling leaves, falls eerily silent, as if holding its breath.

‘’We’re being followed,’’ Jeongguk whispers, his voice barely audible over the soft sound of the wind.

Jimin nods, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, trying to discern any movement. His grip tightens on his short sword, ready for whatever lurks in the growing darkness.

Each step they take seems to echo louder in the quiet woods, the feeling of being stalked intensifying with every passing moment. They quicken their pace, navigating through the dense foliage, eyes peeled for any sign of their pursuer.

Branches snap in the distance, a subtle sound that sets Jeongguk’s nerves on edge. They veer off the path, weaving through the trees in an attempt to lose their unseen follower, but the feeling of being watched persists, a relentless presence that refuses to dissipate.

A rustle behind them sends a shiver down Jeongguk’s spine, prompting him to whirl around, weapons drawn and heart pounding. He makes a gesture for Jimin to watch his back, in case there’s more than one attacker. Yet the shadows offer no clarity, only the haunting silence of the forest at dusk.

‘’We need to make a stand,’’ Jeongguk says, his voice firm despite the uncertainty. ‘’Whatever it is, it won’t catch us off guard.’’

With their backs against each other, they brace themselves, their senses honed for any movement. The forest holds its breath, the stillness almost suffocating, until a figure emerges from the shadows, its silhouette barely visible against the fading light.

‘’I thought I could smell an omega in heat,’’ the feral rogue says. His eyes are wild, nostrils moving frenetic in search of the sweet scent. Fuck . The alpha is bulky, and Jeongguk could probably beat him easily, but it’s too risky. And Jimin, right now, is more of a target than anything else. ‘’Are you hiding it behind you, alpha? Come on, don’t be greedy. Share it with me.’’

Jeongguk feels how Jimin gets ready to defend himself, his sword glistening in the dusk light, and before he can react, the feral wolf lunges forward with primal ferocity.

Jimin parries the initial onslaught, the clash of metal ringing through the forest as their swords meet. Jeongguk swiftly moves to support, his long blade intercepting another vicious strike from the feral wolf’s improvised weapon.

The feral rogue fights with untamed savagery, his movements erratic and unpredictable. Despite their best efforts, Jeongguk and Jimin find themselves hard-pressed to counter the relentless assault. The wild alpha seems impervious to pain, driven by some inner frenzy that fuels his attacks.

Jimin takes a calculated risk, diverting the feral’s attention momentarily with a feint, creating an opening for Jeongguk to strike. But the feral alpha, fueled by sheer instinct, dodges the blow and retaliates with renewed vigor.

Realizing the danger of the situation, Jeongguk exchanges a silent glance with Jimin, a wordless understanding passing between them. They disengage from the frenzied alpha, swiftly maneuvering to create distance.

‘’Run!’’ Jeongguk shouts, his voice cutting through the chaos of the struggle.

With agility born of desperation, Jeongguk sprints through the dense underbrush, followed close by Jimin, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The feral rogue, fueled by relentless determination, pursues them with unyielding fervor, crashing through the foliage in hot pursuit.

The forest blurs around them as they run, Jeongguk’s heartbeat pounding in time with his hurried steps. Branches whip past, scratching at his skin as he pushes himself to his limits; adrenaline-fueled flight is his only option. 

Protect Jimin. Run. Keep him safe.

Even as Jeongguk’s muscles strain and he sees how Jimin follows his lead, also pushing himself to his limits, the feral wolf keeps following them, a haunting presence that refuses to let up.

Jeongguk knows they are faster in wolf form. But there’s no time to shift. Too risky to try.

Desperation propels him forward, urging Jimin to run ahead on him in case the rogue jumps at them, using his body to shield the omega, but the relentless pursuit continues, the feral rogue’s primal howls echoing through the forest, urging them on. The gap between predator and prey closes with each step, the looming threat driving them to the edge.

‘’This way!’’ Jeongguk calls out, guiding them through a narrow path, his senses following the sound of running water.

The river emerges like a serpentine ribbon, cutting through the heart of the forest, its waters flowing swiftly, reflecting the last rays of sun. They skid to a stop at the river’s edge, Jeongguk’s heart pounding with a mix of desperation and determination.

‘’We have no choice,’’ Jimin gasps between breaths, eyes locked on the churning waters. ‘’It’s our only way out.’’

Jeongguk nods, his expression resolute despite the inherent danger. With a shared glance that conveys both fear and resolve, they brace themselves and leap into the river’s current, bodies enveloped by the icy embrace of the rushing waters.

The current seizes them immediately, dragging them into its powerful grip. Jeongguk sees Jimin struggling to maintain his bearings, limbs flailing as he fights to stay afloat amidst the relentless pull of the river. With all his might, he swims to the omega, the cold water enveloping him, stealing his breath as they plunge deeper into the murky depths. Rocks and branches lurk beneath the surface, obstacles threatening to ensnare them in the relentless current.

Jeongguk fights against the torrent, limbs thrashing as he navigates the tumultuous waters. Each stroke is like a battle against the force of nature, his body tossing and spinning by the unforgiving river.

‘’Jeongguk—’’

Adrenaline surges as he struggles to reach Jimin. The omega tries to keep his head above water, gasping for precious breaths amidst the chaotic rush. The river is like a wild beast in its own right, determined to prevent their escape at all cost.

‘’I’m here, love. I got you.’’

Jeongguk pushes onward with unwavering determination, his willpower serving as his only lifeline. Jimin clings to him, the warmth of the omega’s body a source of strength as Jeongguk braves the treacherous currents, searching for a way out of the currents.

The shore seems like a distant dream, tauntingly close yet agonizingly far as Jeongguk fights the merciless pull of the river. Fatigue sets in, muscles burning with exertion, but he refuses to succumb to the overwhelming force of the waters.

We need to protect our mate.

Just as his strength threatens to wane, the current begins to relent. The river’s ferocity ebbs, gradually relinquishing its hold. Their bodies have been washed away into calmer waters. For how long have they been battling against it? Jeongguk doesn’t know, but he’s exhausted.

With waning energy, Jeongguk surges toward the shore, clawing his way through the final stretch of the waters with a barely conscious Jimin in his arms. Gasping for air and soaked to the bone, he collapses onto the riverbank, chest heaving with exhaustion and relief.

The daring escape has come at a cost, but they have outrun the immediate threat, finding temporary respite on the opposite bank. Amidst the quiet murmur of the forest and the gentle lapping of the river, they lie there, spent but alive, grateful for the reprieve the treacherous waters have offered from their relentless pursuer.

Jimin coughs water, his body trembling in the cold. Jeongguk gets rid of his soaked coat, shivering in the cold night air, the fabric heavy and clinging to their cold skin.

‘’Cold,’’ Jimin whimpers.

‘’I know, pup,’’ Jeongguk quickly assesses their surroundings for anything that could aid in their survival. He spots a patch of dry ground under the sheltering branches of a large tree, so they hurriedly make their way to it. The forest floor, layered with fallen leaves and moss, offers a slightly warmer surface compared to the damp ground they had just left. He doesn’t know where they are, but that doesn’t matter right now.

Right now, his only concern is Jimin.

Jeongguk wrings out their wet clothes, the water dripping onto the forest floor like a melancholic rhythm. 

The moon casts an ethereal glow on their partially exposed forms as Jeongguk moves with a sense of urgency, the need to keep his omega warm and safe awakening his most primal instincts. As the dampness clings stubbornly to his skin, Jeongguk uses whatever dry fabric he can salvage to briskly rub away the moisture from Jimin’s body, the friction generating much-needed warmth.

A soft breeze sweeps through the clearing, and despite the chill in the air hitting his body, Jeongguk focuses on the task at hand, drying Jimin as best he can.

‘’You too,’’ Jimin says weakly, using the same piece of cloth to dry Jeongguk, his limbs weak and his scent muttered in exhaustion.

‘’I’m alright, hyung. Don’t worry.’’

‘’I’m sleepy.’’

‘’You can nap for a bit, love. I’ll wake you up, alright?’’

Once their clothes are as dry as the circumstances allow, Jeongguk and Jimin huddle together, seeking the shared warmth of their bodies. The forest, though still and silent, provides a sense of refuge as they cling to each other in the moonlit clearing.

Their bodies gradually regain warmth as they seek solace in the embrace of the silent night. Jimin slowly opens his eyes, disoriented and confused.

‘’Are you feeling better?’’ Jeongguk asks softly, running his nose through the omega’s hairline in a comforting manner. He’s burning up. ‘’I think you got a fever.’’

‘’Alpha—’’ Jimin whines, his scent blooming in the clearing. It smells stronger now, and his body temperature rises too much.

The scent of sweet slick hits Jeongguk’s nose.

‘’Fuck,’’ he says, wrapping as many layers of clothing around Jimin’s body as he can. ‘’Hyung, you are in heat.’’

‘’I need you,’’ Jimin sobs into the alpha’s neck, seeking his scent gland.

‘’I can’t, not here,’’ Jeongguk starts walking with Jimin cradled in his arms, trying to regain his sense of orientation. He needs to find somewhere safe—a cabin or something. He can’t take care of Jimin in the middle of the forest, not like this. No when they are surrounded by threats, not when Jimin needs him in the most primal way an omega needs an alpha.

Jeongguk didn’t want it to be like this. He should have listened to his instincts, he should have made Jimin stay at Seori. They should have waited until Jimin’s heat had passed. He should—

He comes to a halt once he finds a path covered in red lanterns, their glow casting an otherworldly hue on the surrounding foliage. 

The path to Traveler’s Rest.

If he were conscious of where Jeongguk was taking him, would Jimin hate him? 

Jeongguk doesn’t have time to think as Jimin whines in pain in his arms, the slick running down his legs.

Jeongguk follows the crimson-lit path, each step accompanied by the soft rustle of fallen leaves and the occasional flicker of fireflies dancing amidst the lanterns. The winding trail leads him deeper into the woods, a beckoning beacon that stirs both apprehension and fascination.

He’s never been here. He has heard about Traveler’s Rest, but he has never had the need to… use their services.

As he ventures forth, the forest canopy gradually gives way to the flickering glow of distant lights. A town materializes before him, its architecture unlike any he has encountered—each one unique in design and color, lining the cobblestone streets with red lanterns and wooden signs with the name of each brothel hanging from their doors.

A red light illuminates the streets, casting a surreal ambiance over the quaint houses, each one exuding an air of mystery, the strong scent of sex coming from inside of them.

The town appears deserted, an eerie silence enveloping the cobblestone streets. Yet, the flickering glow of the lanterns and the faint sounds of gasps and moans make it clear that there are wolves in the place.

The river has swept them back to the territory near Seori. Like this, they are basically back to square one. One day of traveling is wasted. And who knows how many more will they spend here, until Jimin’s heat ends.

Jeongguk approaches one of the brothels, his footsteps echoing as he traverses the cobblestones, the red lanterns casting elongated shadows that dance along the walls of the houses. 

Being here with Jimin like this feels terribly wrong. The omega cries in his arms, wanting to be scented and taken, his scent sweet as honey in Jeongguk’s tongue when he presses a tender kiss to his temple. ‘’I’m sorry, hyung, I’m so sorry it has to be this way.’’

Jeongguk enters the brothel, the yellow lighting from the hall welcoming. The place is warm and inviting, and the sweet scent of vanilla coming from a male omega sitting at the front desk calms Jeongguk’s racing heart.

‘’Oh, sweet darling,’’ he says, getting closer to them. ‘’Is he alright?’’

‘’He got into heat in the middle of the forest,’’ Jeongguk explains, covering more of Jimin’s body with the coat. ‘’Do you have a spare room? I can pay whatever you ask for, but I need to take care of him.’’

The omega nods. There’s no sign of any other wolves, at least not downstairs. In the center of the hall there’s a staircase leading to the second floor.

Jeongguk follows the omega in silence, climbing the stairs with a gasping Jimin in his arms. They walk through the second-floor corridor until reaching the last door. ‘’No one would bother you in here. Usually our guests prefer… bigger rooms, to accommodate more partners. This room has been cleaned of any scent, so your omega won’t be bothered by any foreign smell.’’

The omega opens the door for him, and Jeongguk goes inside quietly. The room is lavish—a plush, large bed adorned with silk sheets and velvet throws beckons with promises of comfort and pleasure. Soft, dim light casts a warm and intimate glow. The walls are draped in rich fabrics, with mirrors strategically placed to enhance the visual appeal and add an element of voyeuristic intrigue.

A small table with fresh flowers in a vase adds a touch of elegance, scentless plants to not overwhelm the guests senses.

‘’There’s a cabinet with water jugs and dried food, as well as ointment to treat wounds,’’ the omega says softly when Jeongguk lies Jimin down on the sheets, the omega whining in protest, seeking the alpha’s touch. ‘’Um, if there’s anything else you need, please let me know. Just ask for Yunseo, in case I’m not downstairs.’’

‘’Thank you, you have no idea how grateful I am.’’

Yunseo nods with a sympathetic smile on his face. ‘’He’s lucky to have such a lovely alpha.’’

Jeongguk bows in gratitude, and Yunseo exits the room, leaving them completely alone. He takes a deep breath, but that seems to be the wrong move. Jimin’s sweet scent makes Jeongguk dizzy with want, his alpha reacting to the omega’s pheromones. He needs to talk to Jimin and put some sense into him before doing anything.

He won’t forgive himself if he hurts Jimin, physically or emotionally.

‘’Hyung, listen to me,’’ he says, standing at a safe distance. The omega looks at him from the bed with shiny eyes, wet with tears and need. He’s so out of it that Jeongguk doesn’t even know if he’s listening, but he keeps trying. ‘’Are you with me, love?’’

‘’You are so far away, don’t you want me?’’ Jimin whines and pouts, and Jeongguk hears his inner wolf growl at him for not moving and for not touching their mate when he’s in so much pain. ‘’Alpha, please—’’

‘’I want you, Jimin, so much. But you need to listen to me. I need to know you are okay with this and that you want it not only because you are in heat.’’

Jimin shakes his head, extending an arm and reaching for the alpha. His eyes seem to gain some clarity, as if the omega is also battling against his most primal needs. ‘’I want you, Jeongguk. I promise this is what I want. You can take me. I’m yours.’’

That’s all the confirmation he needs. As soon as the words leave Jimin’s mouth, Jeongguk can’t suppress his own needs anymore.

Jeongguk wraps his hand around Jimin’s neck and pulls him in for a sweet kiss, just pressing their lips together. It is soft in comparison to the storm raging inside both of them, their inner wolves clawing at each other to break free and finally claim one another. 

The kiss turns feral almost instantly, teeth and tongues meeting in a clash of need and heat. Jeongguk’s growl mixes with Jimin’s whimpering moans, the omega chasing after his lips with little whines when Jeongguk pulls back, needing air.

‘’I trust you, Jeongguk. So much,’’ Jimin whispers, his eyes losing focus, his body surrendering to the primal need.

Jimin is completely lost to his inner omega, and Jeongguk is close to losing himself to Jimin’s sweetness. He has never seen anything as beautiful as Jimin’s glazed eyes looking up at him, his mouth slightly parted as he takes heavy breaths, and his lips red and swollen.

‘’I’ll take such good care of you, my mate. ’’ 

Jeongguk is drunk on the scent of patchouli, head hazy and body buzzing with sharp-edged desire, completely at the omega’s mercy. 

He undresses the omega with the utmost care, pressing kisses on every sliver of skin he has access to. Jeongguk runs his nose and lips across the omega’s neck, his collarbones, and down his chest until he reaches a nipple, making Jimin gasp when his hot breath brushes against his sensitive skin.

‘’Does it hurt?’’ Jeongguk asks with a husky voice, breathing in the sweet smell of Jimin’s slick. The only thing he wants right now is to make this as easy as he can for the omega.

Jimin nods, snaking his arms around the alpha’s shoulders, his small nose dragging across the alpha’s neck, scent-marking him. Jeongguk can barely smell his petrichor scent, the room is enveloped in a patchouli field. ‘’Hurts so much, alpha.’’

Jeongguk can’t imagine how painful it must be for the omega. He gets the idea that Jimin has never had painless heat, with a partner helping him through it.

Jimin leans into the hand Jeongguk wraps around his neck, the touch soft, grounding both of them. Jimin sobs and shakes his head, as if not knowing what he wants, turning to face the alpha, his eyes welling up with tears. 

“It’s alright, hyung,” Jeongguk says gently, “I’m right here.”

Jimin’s body curls in pain, shaking. His whole body must hurt in a foreign way he has never experienced. Jeongguk doesn’t know much about heat suppressants but has heard enough to know that suppressing your wolf is painful, confusing, and overwhelming. 

With everything that Jimin has gone through in the past moon cycle, the fact that he’s still somewhat coherent is a miracle.

The omega looks up at Jeongguk, eyes unfocused and scared, and whines low in his throat. Jeongguk soothes him, running a hand up and down Jimin’s bare, curved spine. 

‘’What do you need, pup? Tell me. I’ll give you anything you ask me for.’’

Jimim’s whole body shakes, gasping in pain, his hands gripping at Jeongguk’s clothes.

‘’You. I only need you.’’

Jeongguk shushes him and pulls him closer, a hand gently carding through the omega’s hair. The alpha presses his lips against Jimin’s temple, whispering sweet words to his skin. Jimin claws at Jeongguk’s clothes, wanting the alpha naked before him, and Jeongguk complains.

Anything for him, anything for his Jimin.

The omega burrows his head into his alpha’s bare shoulder, flushed cheeks pressing against his skin, gasping and  nuzzling into it, scenting Jeongguk there.

Where one of his clan tattoos is. 

Now that Jeongguk thinks about it, his shoulder tattoo is pretty similar to the ones Jimin has on his lower arms. Like a climbing vine, making its way up their scent glands. Jeongguk’s close to his neck, and Jimin’s close to his wrists.

‘’My pretty alpha,’’ Jimin says softly into his skin. ‘’All mine. Will alpha knot me?’’

‘’Fuck, Jimin,’’ Jeongguk groans, his hips pressing to Jimin’s, feeling the omega’s hard cock rub against his own. 

‘’I need your knot inside me. I need it, alpha. I need it, I need it, I need it,’’ Jimin chants, gasping every time Jeongguk moves his hips, rutting against each other.

Jimin moans, clawing at his back, closing his eyes, and whimpering, his body rutting forward onto Jeongguk wantonly. Jeongguk can’t take it anymore. Jimin is so hot and so needy that the painful ache in his groin is burning past the point of agony. He needs to feel Jimin’s heat to knot him until the omega is fully satiated by his alpha’s seed.

Jeongguk can’t even think straight anymore, all coherence is lost. Everything is Jimin, Jimin, his Jimin. 

His omega, his mate. 

With tunnel vision, he focuses on stripping both of them of their last clothing pieces, pants, and underwear, now completely naked. Their aroused scents battle against each other, Jeongguk’s rain getting muskier, Jimin’s flowery impossibly sweet, slick running down his legs and making them glisten in the room lights.

The alpha smiles tenderly at the vision, lifting Jimin’s chin with a finger and sliding their lips together, but denying Jimin of a kiss. It makes the omega whine petulantly, and Jeongguk loves his reaction way too much. ‘’That’s my omega. So beautiful and wet for me.’’

Jeongguk kneels on the bed, caging Jimin in beneath him. The omega raises his arms to wind his fingers in Jeongguk’s white hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss. Jeongguk holds Jimin as if he is the most precious treasure—he is, in Jeongguk’s eyes—supporting the omega’s weight easily and kissing him back just as passionately.

Jimin whines and rubs up against Jeongguk uncoordinatedly, both of their cocks wet with precum and want. The alpha shushes him and smooths his hands down the length of Jimin’s body until he settles on the omega’s hips. 

‘’I know, pup. I’ll give it to you, don’t you worry.’’ 

Jimin moans, trying to wrap his legs around Jeongguk’s slim waist but failing when the alpha tightens his grip.

‘’I need it now, I need it, alpha,’’ Jimin moans, his body shivering in need. Jeongguk quickly flips them around, pulling Jimin into his lap. 

‘’Like this, you can take control. My body is yours, Jimin.’’

Jimin runs his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, pressing kisses all over his face and grinding down on his cock. 

‘’Knot me,’’ he gasps into Jeongguk’s ear. “Please, alpha. I want your knot, need it.” 

‘’I’ll give it to you. Are you ready for me?’’

Jimin nods, frantically searching for Jeongguk’s cock, trying desperately to push it inside himself. Jeongguk stops him, shushes him when the omega whines in protest, and slides a finger down inside his wet hole, feeling how soaked he is with slick and sweat, the finger sliding without any pressure.

Jimin keens, trying to push back onto Jeongguk’s finger. He gasps, grinding back onto the alpha’s long finger, controlling the pace and taking as much as he wants. Tears fall down his flushed cheeks, little airy moans escaping his swollen lips.

Jeongguk presses the finger in further, gently picking up the pace, following Jimin’s rhythm when the omega whines, asking for more, but avoiding that spot Jimin is trying so desperately to make him reach. 

The alpha grins teasingly, watching his omega move against him, his chest huffing and puffing harder and harder with each stroke. He puts a hand in the small of Jimin’s back, slowing him. “Take your time, pup. No need to rush, don’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

‘’You are being mean.’’

‘’Am I?’’

Jimin pouts, slowing his pace enough for Jeongguk to add another finger. Finally, the alpha presses them both forward into his sweet spot, digits gazing at Jimin’s prostate, and the omega lets out a loud moan. 

Jimin’s eyes roll back, his mouth slacks, and his hips move in search of more. ‘’More,’’ he grunts, grinding on the fingers to try and keep them against the bundle of nerves.

‘’Look at you,’’ Jeongguk says, his voice filled with awe. ‘’My gorgeous omega, taking my fingers so well. Look so good moving your hips just like that, just for me, right pup?’’

Jeongguk smoothes Jimin’s sweaty hair out of his eyes, and the omega nods, desperately chasing the feeling of Jeongguk’s fingers when the alpha adds a third. Jeongguk lowers his other hand and starts to stroke Jimin’s cock, following the rhythm of the omega’s hips as he keeps fucking himself on Jeongguk’s fingers, the squelch of his slick filling the room.

Jimin is close, and Jeongguk can feel it, how every single stroke pushes him closer and closer to the edge until his inner walls tighten around his fingers and he comes with a cry, his head dropping onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, his body going momentarily limp.

Jeongguk pulls his fingers out and gently lifts Jimin off his lap, lying the omega on the bed. Jeongguk stands on his knees, cock rock-hard and begging for the warmth of Jimin’s heat. 

‘’Are you ready, my sweet omega?’’ Jeongguk leans over to kiss Jimin’s lips, the omega reciprocating with a hungry kiss, his tongue sneaking into the wetness of Jeongguk’s mouth. 

‘’Yes, please. Please, alpha. Need it,’’ he moans.

Jeongguk kisses him again and picks up Jimin’s leg, kissing the knee and bending it slightly while supporting Jimin’s hip. 

‘’I got you, love. I got you,’’ he says tenderly, pushing himself slowly inside. Jimin’s entire body strains upward, rutting fruitlessly against Jeongguk, but the alpha holds his hip in a way that doesn’t allow Jimin to get Jeongguk’s cock any further inside him.

‘’Gguk, please—’’

‘’Be patient, hyung.’’

Jeongguk sinks in slowly until his hips are pressed up against Jimin’s, his cock completely surrounded by Jimin’s heat. It feels so fucking good, as if he’s in paradise. 

What has Jeongguk done to deserve such a perfect omega?

‘’You feel so good,’’  Jeongguk groans, leaning forward again to attach his lips to Jimin’s neck. The omega sighs when he feels Jeongguk’s tongue ghost over his scent gland, shivers of pleasure rushing down his spine. ‘’Does it hurt?’’

Jimin shakes his head, his airy moans leaving his sinful lips. ‘’It doesn’t. You can move. Please. Need you.’’

Jeongguk thrusts forward, gently at first, then picking up speed with rhythm. Jimin closes his eyes, blissed out, and reaches up his hands for Jeongguk’s face. The alpha leans over, meeting Jimin’s mouth and licking inside. Jimin moans into the kiss, shakily wrapping a leg around Jeongguk’s waist, slowing and deepening the alpha’s thrusts to make him hit Jimin’s prostate every time.

Jeongguk starts to speed up even more, listening to Jimin’s little ‘uh’s and the sound of skin slapping skin ringing out in the room. Their kisses get sloppier as Jimin comes for the second time with a wail, his entire body tightening around Jeongguk as cum shoots up his belly. The alpha growls into Jimin’s open, gasping mouth, picking up his leg and placing the omega’s bent knee on his shoulder, effectively folding Jimin in half. Jeongguk thrusts get faster and more uncoordinated as he gets closer to his own orgasm, kissing all over Jimin’s face as he feels his knot starting to grow at the base of his cock.

‘’You are so warm, so sweet for me,’’ he whispers into Jimin’s ear between thrusts. ‘’Do you like how good alpha is fucking you? Am I being good for my perfect omega?’’

The omega beneath him whines low in his throat and nods frantically. ‘’I do. I'm close, Moon Goddess, Jeongguk, so close.’’ 

Jeongguk grins and pistons in and out of Jimin so fast that the omega can’t take it for long and keens when his body finally crests, barely anything leaking out of his aching cock.

‘’Knot me,’’ Jimin begs breathlessly, running his fingers through Jeongguk’s sweaty hair and down his chest. ‘’Knot me, mark me, want it. Wanna be yours, alpha, please, need it. I need your knot in me, wanna be full, now.’’

Jimin’s demanding, whiny voice sounds so beautiful to Jeongguk’s ears. He scrunches his face at the effort of his pace, and Jimin clenches down on him, helping him closer and closer until Jeongguk finally goes over the edge, burying his face in Jimin’s neck to bite down on the crook of his shoulder, avoiding his scent gland, his knot locking him inside Jimin’s heat.

Jeongguk slowly lifts Jimin’s leg off his shoulder, picking the omega up and cradling him to his chest, and turns them over so that he’s lying on the bed, Jimin limp and sated on top of him. The alpha lazily runs his fingers all over Jimin’s back and lowers back down to his ass cheeks, careful not to get too close to the place where they’re locked together. Jimin sleepily lifts his head to look at Jeongguk, pouting his lips for a kiss that Jeongguk happily gives him. They lie like that for a while, until Jeongguk’s knot goes down enough to slip out of Jimin, making him groan at the emptiness.

‘’Don’t go,’’ Jimin whines sleepily.

‘’Not going anywhere, pup. I’m just letting you rest.’’

Jeongguk cleans Jimin the best he can, getting rid of all the cum and slick clinging to his skin. Jimin falls asleep, spent and satiated, at least for a few hours.

In the soft glow of the moon filtering through the windows and intertwined in a tranquil embrace, the warmth of their bodies mingling in the aftermath of a night filled with so much heat and passion, Jeongguk softly caresses Jimin’s naked skin, pressing lingering kisses to his cheeks and temple.

‘’Does it still hurt?’’

‘’I’m alright now. Just some cramps here,’’ Jimin touches his abdomen with sleepy eyes.

‘’Sleep. I’ll be here, watching over you. Until you need me again.’’

‘’What did I do to deserve you?’’ Jimin murmurs into the pillow, cheek squished and eyes closed. Jeongguk kisses his pouty lips.

‘’That’s my line, my sweet pup.’’

The room is enveloped in a serene hush, the air carrying the faint scent of spent patchouli and the lingering aroma of their shared intimacy. The bed, a sanctuary of comfort, cocoons them in its embrace, soft sheets cradling their entwined forms.

Jimin lies nestled against Jeongguk, limbs entwined in a gentle tangle, their breaths synchronized in a rhythmic cadence. The air is filled with a sense of contentment, a sense of peace that wraps around them like a comforting blanket.

Jeongguk’s fingers trace delicate patterns along Jimin’s bare skin until he feels Jimin falling completely asleep.

Jeongguk revels in the quietude of the moment, wrapped in the tender aftermath of their lovemaking, with Jimin’s head resting against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing melody that Jeongguk knows he will never get tired of.

The night seems to hold its breath as they lie there, intertwined, basking in the afterglow, time standing still. In the serenity of that moment, Jeongguk finds a profound sense of belonging—that feeling of completeness that he has always craved for. 

They are not merely bodies entwined, they are souls united, finding solace and refuge in each other’s arms after navigating through this cruel world alone, the night of passion where they wolves unite for the first time, deepening their bond.

Here, with Jimin nestled beside him, Jeongguk knows he has found his true mate.

☼

Three moons. That’s what it takes for Jimin’s heat to subside.

Three relentless days of sex, of a whining and needy omega wanting to be filled at every waking moment. Jeongguk would be concerned if he wasn’t enjoying every moment of it.

Jeongguk awakens to the most delicious sensation of hot, tight wetness around his cock, and for a brief moment, he believes he is having some sort of residual dream after so many rounds of sex. Until he blinks his eyes open and looks down to see Jimin’s dark eyes peering up through his lashes, cheeks flushed and full. He watches in awe as Jimin takes a deep breath and slides down, swallowing his entire length, gagging slightly, eyes sliding close, pulling back, and letting out a shuddering breath. Strings of thick saliva and pre-cum connect his cock to Jimin’s perfect, full lips, beautiful and obscene.

‘’Good morning,’’ Jimin says with a grin, his raspy voice making Jeongguk’s stomach fill with butterflies. He’s doomed.

If Jimin in heat is dangerous, then Jimin being fully aware of what he’s doing to Jeongguk can only mean trouble.

‘’Good morning indeed,’’ Jeongguk snorts at first, but the sound that comes out sounds more like a moan. Jimin moves to take him back into his mouth with a teasing smirk. ‘’You are so—’’

‘’So what?’’ Jimin lets go of his cock, leaving kittenish licks on the tip, humming in pleasure at the taste of Jeongguk’s precome. 

‘’So annoying,’’ Jeongguk groans, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. The sole image of Jimin sucking his cock is too much. 

Jimin kisses his tip, nuzzling into his length with a pout. ‘’I just wanted to give you a reward.’’

‘’For what?’’

‘’For being such a good alpha, you treated me so well during my heat,’’ Jimin purrs. ‘’Don’t you like my present, alpha?’’

Jimin’s scent turns pleased and happy when Jeongguk can only nod and moan, words failing him. His hand cards through Jimin’s hair, petting his neck and gripping at his hair. Jimin uses his hands to stroke where his mouth can’t fit, moving faster and squeezing gently until Jeongguk can only see stars and the bright moon shining in the sky. 

Its beauty pales compared to the sight of Jimin sucking and licking at his length.

Jeongguk arches on the sheets, and Jimin retreats just enough so the alpha’s cum falls into his mouth, not stopping just yet, milking Jeongguk through his orgasm until he’s left dry and wilts back into the mattress.

Jimin holds Jeongguk’s cum in his mouth, looking up at the alpha’s body as he sits back and meets his eyes questioningly. Jeongguk nods, and Jimin swallows, the sound loud in the quiet room. 

‘’Was I good?’’ Jimin says triumphantly, lying on top of Jeongguk’s tired body in search of cuddles.

If Jeongguk has learned something about Jimin—about both of them, if he’s being honest—it’s that he enjoys praise way too much. 

‘’You were perfect, pup,’’ Jeongguk says, caressing his back, making goosebumps appear on the omega’s skin. ‘’Do you need something?’’

‘’I’m perfect.’’

‘’Cold?’’

‘’A bit.’’

‘’Then let’s stay in bed a bit more.’’

They both snooze until the midday sun lights bright in the sky, waking them up from their slumber. 

Jimin stirs in his hold, groaning and making Jeongguk snicker. 

‘’Hi, there. Are you with me now?’’

‘’I think you broke me.’’

‘’ You broke me,’’ Jeongguk laughs, smothering his hands down Jimin’s back and cupping his ass cheeks. ‘’I don’t even know if my knot is functional anymore.’’

‘’It better be,’’ Jimin chuckles, slapping Jeongguk’s hand away with a snort. ‘’I’m sorry’’

‘’What for?’’

‘’For losing myself like that.’’

Jeongguk maneuvers them until he’s sitting with his back pressed to the headboard and Jimin rests on his lap, both of them still naked but covering their bodies with the warm blankets. The brothel room still smells like sex and Jimin’s sweet slick, but it’s an aroma that strangely comforts Jeongguk. 

‘’I should be the one apologizing, Jimin. You were in heat, and I didn’t know what to do. I let my alpha instincts guide me, and the best solution was, well,’’ he shrugs, distractedly playing with a thread from the blanket. 

‘’I’m glad you did it.’’

Jeongguk glances back at Jimin, into the sincerity in his eyes. The midday sun reflects in his hair like a halo, making the omega look like an angel.

‘’I didn’t want it to be like this, the first time.’’

‘’You didn’t?’’

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly. ‘’I’m a hopeless romantic, hyung. I wanted to court you first, take you on more dates, and cook for you. I was even planning on hunting for you, show you how good of a mate I can be.’’

‘’You don't need to do all of that,’’ Jimin blushes, shyly avoiding Jeongguk’s gaze. ‘’You already proved it to me.’’

Jeongguk lifts his chin with a finger, caressing his jaw with his thumb. Jimin’s face is warm and so, so soft. He presses their lips together in a chaste kiss, enjoying the closeness. He traces Jimin’s lower lip with the tip of his tongue, deepening the kiss when Jimin’s breath shakes. The omega is so responsive and pliant in his arms, a stark difference from a few hours ago.

Jimin’s fingers trace Jeongguk’s abdomen down to his navel, just the fingertips tapping softly at a certain area of his hip.

‘’You have another tattoo here.’’

Jeongguk nods, touching Jimin’s wrists with his hands and pressing on his scent glands. The omega shudders, scent sweetening. ‘’Adult wolves in the north manifest their wolf tattoos naturally on their skins after the first shift. Some members of my clan get tattooed by the priests, the design is chosen by using divination. The priests read our future, and they mark our skins with a prophecy.’’

‘’Was I your prophecy?’’ Jimin traces the tattoo on Jeongguk’s hip, a reverence in his eyes that makes his breath stutter.

Jeongguk has carried the intricate tattoo that snakes from his hip to his thigh since his eighteenth birthday, a mesmerizing tapestry of vines, patchouli flowers, and delicate snowflakes, unaware of the tattoo’s hidden meaning until fate intervened, weaving its own intricate pattern. As destiny guided their paths to cross, the moment Jeongguk felt Jimin’s presence back in the forest, a resonance echoed through their souls—an unspoken recognition that stirred a dormant awareness within Jeongguk.

His wolf recognized its mate, dormant inside Jimin, and as their connection deepened and the layers of their hearts unfolded, Jeongguk realized the meaning embedded in his own skin. With Jimin running his fingertips along the vines, patchouli flowers, and snowflakes, Jeongguk feels like he’s finally at home.

‘’You have always been my fate, Jimin. I was meant to meet you.’’

Jimin blinks away, trying to keep the tears at bay. Jeongguk caresses his cheek, kissing it softly, his wolf releasing calming pheromones for the omega. ‘’What if I didn’t accept your courting? What if I didn’t want to be yours?’’

‘’I would have accepted it, hyung,’’ Jeongguk says with sincerity. ‘’If that meant you would be happy, I would have been fine with it.’’

‘’That’s so selfless.’’

‘’I told you I’m a hopeless romantic,’’ Jeongguk snorts, trying to lighten the mood. Jimin smiles at him, and to the alpha, this smile is everything that matters to him. He kisses Jimin’s nose, laughing when the omega scrunches it.

‘’You said some wolves wore these tattoos. Why not all of them?’’

‘’Divination takes a lot to achieve, so the privilege is only reserved for the clan leaders.’’

Jimin looks at him in astonishment. ‘’So that means—?’’

‘’That I should be the head of the Jeon pack?’’ Jeongguk grins. ‘’That’s true, but I left. I wasn’t made to be a leader, so I escaped. I wonder what my father is doing now.’’

‘’You did say you left for selfish reasons.’’

Jeongguk shrugs. ‘’I never cared about our pack traditions. Father was strict and abusive, and mother was pretty much absent in my pup days. She only gave me her bracelet before I left the pack. She knew I would leave sooner or later.’’

‘’Was that the bracelet I found in the forest?’’

Jeongguk nods, remembering how relieved he had felt when Jimin took the bracelet out of his bag. ‘’It is supposed to be a mating gift. She made it for her mate, but father never accepted it.’’

‘’Why not? It is a pretty gift.’’

‘’My father was never interested in affectionate acts. He used to say that it was pointless since they were already going to mate.’’

Jimin’s scent turns sad at Jeongguk’s words. ‘’That’s so… So heartbreaking. I can’t imagine what your mother went through.’’

‘’I guess it was her way of coping. They were forced to mate since she presented as an omega, and to keep with the Jeon bloodline, the alpha leader has to produce an heir. It wasn’t a mating out of love. She tried her damn best, but my father is cold and heartless.’’ Jeongguk takes a deep breath, trying to dissipate the memories of his mother from his mind. She used to sit by the window, sewing her mate’s clothes, cooking dishes with all her love, and giving him flowers. Every time, her mate would push her out of his way, throw her gifts, and step on her flowers. 

‘’No one deserves to be treated that way.’’

‘’That’s why I made a promise to the moon,’’ Jeongguk whispers, caressing Jimin’s neck, digits brushing just over his scent gland. ‘’That the day I got to meet my mate, I would make them the happiest wolf in the world.’’

‘’I already am.’’ Jimin’s lips meet his in a fervent kiss, their tongues intertwining like their fate. Each touch and shared breath conveys a language only they can understand—the imprint of their souls and the taste of their mixed scents transcending everything Jeongguk can imagine. Their lips part, leaving an echo of their ragged breaths in the air. ‘’Do you want to fuck again?’’

Jeongguk groans. Jimin will be the death of him.

☼

‘’We are in a WHAT?’’

‘’Don’t speak so loudly, they will hear you.’’

It was a bad idea to tell Jimin they spent his heat in a brothel in the middle of the forest. But at least he’s not upset. He actually looks amused, which Jeongguk finds odd.

‘’Did you use to come here, Jeonggukie?’’

Ah, so that’s why he’s amused.

‘’Of course I didn’t.’’

‘’Then how did you know there’s a town full of brothels?’’ Jimin lifts a brow at him, finishing packing his bag. After another round of sex—Jeongguk is a weak alpha, sue him—they decided to clean the room of their scents, pulling down the bedsheets to a basket so the workers could clean everything. They have already lost so much time, they should reach the omegas pack before night falls. ‘’Are you ready?’’

‘’Yeah, I was waiting for you, actually,’’ Jeongguk snickers, avoiding a pillow thrown at him with ease. ‘’Come on, pup. Let’s leave this place.’’

Luckily for them, the room had a basin where they could clean themselves before leaving. Jeongguk feels a bit tired, but he can manage. He would love to spend another day of peacefulness and sex, don’t get him wrong, but the mission is more important. And he gets the impression that, even though Jimin is as addicted as he is to the omega, he would get upset if they wasted more of their time.

Yunseo is downstairs, reading some papers at the front desk. He glances at them when he hears the pair walk down the stairs. He looks a bit concerned at first, but it disappears as soon as he looks at Jimin.

The omega looks radiant and sated, and Jeongguk’s inner alpha stands tall and proud for taking such good care of their mate.

‘’Good evening,’’ Yunseo says, politely. ‘’Was your stay at our brothel satisfying?’’

‘’It was,’’ Jeongguk bows in gratitude. Jimin stands by his side, looking at the omega with a questioning expression. ‘’We are thankful for—’’

‘’Are the omegas that work here well treated?’’ Jimin interrupts him, lifting a brow and crossing his arms over his chest. His scent turns a bit sour, upset, and Jeongguk wants to reach him and scent him until he’s happy again. But he stops in his tracks, letting the omega speak his mind.

Yunseo looks startled. Maybe this is the first time someone asks a question like that at a brothel. ‘’Yeah, of course. None of our workers are here by force. We are free to leave at any moment.’’

‘’Then why does this place exist?’’

‘’This is just a town for wolves who don’t have a mate to spend their mating cycles with. Or for wolves who just want to relax and have fun,’’ Yunseo still talks politely. He doesn’t seem mad, so he probably gets Jimin’s concern. ‘’Everything here is consensual and safe. The town was funded by an omega, actually.’’

Jimin nods. ‘’I see. I’m sorry if I was a bit rude.’’

Yunseo smiles, shaking his head with a chuckle. ‘’You weren’t, don’t apologize. I understand your concerns, do not worry. Now, let me finish calculating your fee, and I will let you leave in peace.’’

‘’We should come back there someday,’’ Jeongguk jokes once they are back in the forests.

‘’How so?’’

‘’You are pretty loud, you know? Maybe Seokjin will complain—’’

Jimin kicks at his shin.

☼

As the evening sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows through the dense foliage, Jeongguk and Jimin navigate the forest with a sense of urgency. The air is filled with the soothing symphony of rustling leaves and distant chirping of crickets, creating a serene backdrop for their journey.

If Jeongguk is being honest, it feels oddly serene. A calmness that causes goosebumps in his arms.

Jeongguk knows that their destination lies shrouded in mystery—a hidden village said to be nestled deep within the heart of the woods, where only omegas live. Rumors in Seori speak of its seclusion, guarded secrets, and the watchful eyes that protect it. It almost feels like a legend, a place known only to those deemed worthy or brave enough to venture into the depths of the unknown.

But thanks to Jimin, he knows the place is real.

The omega leads the way, a sense of determination etched across his face, fueled by anticipation. Jeongguk follows closely, silent in the eerie forest, trusting Jimin’s senses to guide them to the correct place.

He knows he can’t come closer to the village, so they have to find a place where Jeongguk can hide and wait for Jimin.

As they tread the winding paths, the fading sunlight paints the forest in hues of orange and gold. Shadows dance on the moss-covered ground, and the soft glow of fireflies emerges, adding a touch of magic to the impending dusk.

‘’We should reach the pack before sun sets,’’ Jimin remarks, glancing at the darkening sky. ‘’We are almost there.’’

Jeongguk nods, his senses heightened as the forest seems to come alive with the approach of nightfall. The air carries a subtle tension, a prelude to the unexpected that awaits them.

The tranquility shatters. Without warning, a flurry of leaves cascades from the treetops, and an agile shadow descends with silent grace. Before Jeongguk can react, a mysterious figure, cloaked in the shadows, emerges from the canopy, their form barely discernible in the dimming light.

The attack is swift and unexpected, the cloaked figure moving like a phantom, striking with calculated precision. Jeongguk tries to parry their attacks, reaching for his long sword, and Jimin guards his back, their senses scrambling to comprehend the sudden assault.

How did Jeongguk miss their presence? The forest is quiet, so he should have been able to detect any enemies nearby. The air crackles with tension, and the stage is set for a shadow and blade dance beneath the darkening canopy.

Jeongguk can’t even identify their attaker’s scent, they are barely visible with the way they move, leaping and twirling through the canopy with the grace of a skilled ninja. Their movements are concealed by the subtle rustle of leaves and the occasional glint of sunlight on a blade.

A ninja. 

Jeongguk had heard of them. They come from a pack in the east, trained in the art of silent assassination and shadows.

So this is a Min wolf.

The Min wolf descends from the branches without warning, launching a series of quick strikes. Their attacks are a blur, a deadly dance aimed at protecting his opponents with perfect precision. Jeonguk and Jimin move instinctively to defend themselves, the unexpected assailant putting their reflexes and resolve to the test.

The Min wolf weaves through the shadows, their movements unpredictable and disorienting, and the forest becomes a battleground. Branches crack and leaves scatter as the trio engage in a chaotic dance, the moon casting fleeting glimpses of the skilled fighter’s determined visage. Each attempt to counter or evade is meet with a swift response, their attacks fueled by a protective determination.

This is an omega from the hidden pack.

In the midst of the skirmish, a tense realization dawns on both Jeongguk and the Min wolf at the same time. 

‘’Jimin?’’ With a momentary pause, a feminine voice assesses the duo before her, her keen eyes searching for signs of malice. The air hangs heavy with uncertainty as a silent understanding passes between Jimin and the Min wolf.

‘’Yoonji? Is that you?’’

Chapter Text

Listen well, winter 

It is you who bloomed me 

Now, with my branches, i will emanate a blue scent 

I will let you know 

That there is another sky 

With all my strength, I will call it in 

The autumn that resembled you

☼

Never in his life did Jeongguk think that he would visit a pack, full of omegas, chained and restrained.

Well, maybe chained is a bit exaggerated. But he is restrained. And his swords are being guarded by a grumpy old man who doesn’t look particularly friendly.

‘’So, what are the reasons an alpha is visiting us?’’

‘’I just—’’

‘’Silence! I didn’t give you permission to speak.’’

Jeongguk presses his lips in a thin line. To his luck, Jimin comes to his aid, standing tall and proud beside him. He’s trying to keep his scent and face neutral, but Jeongguk can see the subtle trembling of his hands. He’s upset.

‘’Yoonsu,’’ Jimin bows, his voice polite when he speaks, facing the Head Omega. ‘’I apologize on his behalf. I was supposed to come alone, but Yoonji sensed us approaching the pack, and she caught him. I never tried to reveal your secret to anyone, he can confirm it.’’

‘’Then why is an alpha accompanying you, Jimin?’’ The Head Omega, Yoonsu, says with a tilt of his head. He looks at Jeongguk with distaste, but he doesn’t blame him. Who knows what he—and all of the omegas in this pack—went through? 

‘’He’s my mate.’’

Silence falls upon the room. Even Jeongguk is a bit astonished at Jimin’s direct response. It makes his alpha wag its tail in happiness. 

‘’Your mate.’’

Jimin nods. ‘’He’s a good alpha. And if you let us explain why we are here, you will see why I trust him.’’

‘’But can we trust you?’’ The Min ninja, Yoonji, says with a cold expression. She stands behind Yoonsu, arms crossed, and it is so scary how well she can hide her scent. ‘’Because I don’t know what you told my brother the day you left, but he hasn’t come back home.’’

‘’Yoongi is missing?’’

‘’He said something about a favor, and he left. What did you tell my brother?’’

Jimin sighs. ‘’I asked him if he could help the omegas from my pack. I didn’t know he would go alone.’’

‘’Of course he would,’’ Yoonji says under her breath, a fond smile on her face. It’s the first time Jeongguk has seen her make an expression that doesn’t look bored or upset. 

‘’I apologize,’’ Jimin says with a bow. ‘’If something happened to him because of my request—’’

‘’Do not worry, my child,’’ Yoonsu stands up and comes closer to them—closer to Jimin, because he completely ignores Jeongguk. Yoonsu caresses Jimin’s cheek fondly, nodding to himself. ‘’He will be alright. Yoonji, prepare a hut for them. I wish to talk alone with Jimin and the alpha .’’

They are left alone at the Head Omega’s hut. When the Min ninja was leading them to this place, Jeongguk couldn’t stop staring at the majestic architecture of the pack. Never in his life has he seen anything like this, where wolves live in huts on top of trees. The pack exudes serenity, and Jeongguk understands why they are so secretive about it. 

This place is like the perfect omega heaven.

But right now, Jimin and Jeongguk find themselves face-to-face with the not so pleased omega leader. The air within the room seems to hum with the lingering distaste for the alpha’s scent and presence, so Jeongguk tries to make himself look smaller, letting Jimin carry the conversation.

He trusts Jimin with this, he’s the only one who can get the help of the omegas.

The Head Omega, Yoonsu, his figure draped in wisdom and authority, observes the duo with an inscrutable gaze, retreating back to his chair in the middle of the room. Jimin steps forward earnestly, unfurling Namjoon’s carefully drawn map of the forests. The trails, clearings, and hidden paths are meticulously detailed. This is their first step in their mission.

‘’What is this, dear?’’ Yoonsu looks at the map with curiosity, analyzing it in silence.

‘’We bring you this map,’’ Jimin begins, his voice and scent carrying a tone of sincerity. ‘’It was drawn by a wolf from Seori. He has ample knowledge of the forests, thanks to my mate. They’ve been working for long seasons on this plan.’’

Yoonsu’s eyes narrow slightly, accepting the map with a nod. ‘’Why are the wolves of the city so interested in the forests? They never cared about us.’’

‘’I seek your help, Yoonsu,’’ Jimin implores. ‘’You know better than I how bad the situation is. Those who suffer are enslaved and oppressed. You know my wish to free them from the shackles that bind them. Your guidance and support could make a difference in our quest to bring liberation.’’

Yoonsu lets out a humorless cackle. ‘’You are telling me your mate and other wolves from the city now suddenly care about us? Is this a joke?’’

‘’It is not,’’ Jimin’s expression hardens, but he keeps his stance. Jeongguk doesn’t dare move a muscle while standing behind the omega. ‘’Contrary to your beliefs, there are wolves who care about us. I was incredulous once, too. But Jeongguk made me realize that not all of them are bad. Some people are ignorant, others don’t care. But there are wolves willing to help us, Yoonsu. Please, aid us.’’

Yoonsu seems to consider Jimin’s words, his expression thoughtful. The forest murmurs on the outside, leaves rustling in quiet acknowledgment.

After a contemplative pause, Yoonsu lets out a sigh, a subtle smile taking place in his face. Just a tiny movement, but his eyes look at Jimin with fondness. ‘’You are a stubborn one, aren’t you? Just like Yoongi. No wonder he left the village to aid you in your request,’’ the head omega turns to Jeongguk. ‘’You are a wolf from the north. What are you doing here, in the southern forests?’’

Jeongguk looks at Jimin, as if asking permission to speak. The omega nods. ‘’I’m the future head of the Jeon clan, Jeon Jeongguk. I’ve been navigating through these forests for a long time, noticing the weird behavior of the alphas. Namjoon and I have been working on this for a while, trying to understand why alphas are becoming feral. Jimin’s purpose is to free the omegas, and mine is to find an answer while assisting him. I do not mean any harm, but in case you feel threatened by my presence, you can do whatever you feel is right with me.’’

‘’You truly are a northern wolf,’’ Yoonsu says with a loud laugh. Jeongguk feels his muscles relax, the tension leaving not only his body but the room, too. ‘’You talk like a true leader. I see what your intentions are, Jeon Jeongguk from the Jeon clan.’’

Jeongguk bows politely. ‘’My intentions are good, Head Omega Yoonsu. I understand your weariness, but I’m not the only one asking for your help. Jimin is the one who made this journey possible.’’

‘’I will aid you,’’ Yoonsu says. ‘’But it won’t be an easy task. Rest tonight, we’ll talk about it tomorrow in the early morning. Yoonji has prepared a hut for you.’’

☼

Once they are alone in the hut, Jimin hugs him so tightly that it hurts a bit.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’What for?’’ Jeongguk caresses the omega’s back, his hands now free from the restraints. He wishes he had his swords with him, too, but the head omega made sure to keep them inside a closet. Just in case, he said.

‘’For the way they treated you. It’s my fault, I should have been more alert—’’

‘’Hush, now,’’ Jeongguk says, kissing Jimin’s temple. ‘’It is my fault too. We got too close, and Yoonji caught us. It’s alright, love. It doesn’t bother me.’’

Jimin has his head resting into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, inhaling softly on his scent. The tiredness of the day and his upset state are probably overwhelming him, so Jeongguk releases calming pheromones, making the omega putty in his arms. 

‘’I don’t like it.’’

''What do you don’t like?’’

‘’When they treat my mate like that,’’ Jimin finally looks at him, his eyes shining under the light coming from an oil lamp in the corner of the room. Jeongguk kisses his cheek and nuzzles into the soft skin, content to have his mate defend him. ‘’You are more than your wolf subgender. We all are. I’m just upset about everything.’’

‘’I know, Jimin. But there’s nothing we can do. Yoonsu has the right to be overprotective. I don’t mind it.’’

‘’I just wish we could all be equals, without omegas having to live in fear of alphas. You proved to me that my ideal world can exist, that I can change the forests if I work hard. I’m so happy I met you.’’

Jeongguk kisses him, the warmth of the oil lamp and Jimin’s happy patchouli scent infusing the moment with a comforting glow, casting a spell of serenity over the hut as the flickering light casts shadows over them. 

Time seems to suspend every time Jeongguk loses himself in Jimin’s lips, in his sweet taste and soft touch that he craves so much. As if he’s discovered the most delicious meal, and he can’t stop eating it. He’s addicted to Jimin in ways he never thought he would be.

‘’Jimin,’’ he lets out an airy moan when the omega palms over his pants, his cock already half-hard in interest. Jeongguk loves how dominant and demanding Jimin is when he’s aroused, as if he freed himself from any inhibitions and shame. Jimin takes and gives back equally, and Jeongguk is more than happy to comply with any need from the omega. If it makes Jimin happy, it makes him happy. 

Jeongguk feels smaller hands tugging at his pants, his mind preoccupied with Jimin's lips on his own, the clogging, sweet scent of flowers blinding his senses. Small hands touch his cock, hard and wet already, and he hisses into Jimin’s warm mouth, shivering at the touch.

‘’Look at me,’’ Jimin whispers, the feeling of his hand on Jeongguk’s dick gone. ‘’Just look at me, alpha.’’

Jimin presses both of their cocks together, holding both of them with one hand. The sheer size difference between Jeongguk’s cock and his, and Jimin’s smaller hand holding them together, could have made Jeongguk come if he wasn’t trying his hardest to hold back. He just looks at Jimin, letting out gasps and groans every time the omega presses his thumb over the head, his cock sensitive and so close to his climax, it hurts in the best way. 

Jimin is truly out of this world. The way he takes care of Jeongguk, how in tune the omega is with his needs—it’s something Jeongguk could have never imagined when he met the scared and frail omega, alone and lost in the forest.

Jeongguk moans into Jimin’s ear, the pace of his movements increasing. His hips start rutting into the omega’s hand and against his smaller cock, the scent of slick and the touch already too much.

‘’Jimin—’’

It doesn’t take him long to cum in Jimin’s hand, spilling all over both their cocks. He hides his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck, biting softly at his scent gland, making Jimin cum with a groan.

‘’My sweet mate,’’ he murmurs into Jimin’s warm skin, pressing his nose and lips all over his shoulder and neck, sated and spent. Jimin goes limp in his arms, scent sweet and happy. 

‘’Sorry if I was a bit out of my mind, earlier,’’ Jimin says once they are cleaned up and curling together in the bunk, letting the tiredness of the day and the orgasm wash over their bodies.

‘’You are apologizing too much today,’’ Jeongguk jokes, pocking at Jimin’s side with a finger. The omega squirms in his hold, snickering. ‘’I liked it. If I wasn’t comfortable, I would have stopped you, pup.’’

‘’It’s your fault. You smell so good, and you feel so good that I can’t stop myself.’’

‘’I’m not complaining,’’ Jeongguk grins. ‘’But I never imagined you would be so insatiable.’’

Jimin pouts. ‘’I think it may be because my wolf was suppressed for so long. It got a taste of you, of our mate, and now its a bit obsessed.’’

‘’Are you sure it’s only your wolf? I know I’m pretty and that my knot is—’’

Jimin shuts him up with a kiss.

☼

This time, Jeongguk is not restrained when they go visit Yoonsu’s hut.

The hut is bathed in the soft glow of the early sun, and Jeongguk and Jimin stand side by side in front of a rough wooden table. 

Jimin unrolls the map across the table, explaining to Yoonsu the plan Namjoon has crafted for them. It’s a pretty easy quest to follow, only consisting in dividing their party in two, one for distracting the alphas while the other sets free the omegas. Then, they will regroup and guide the omegas back to Yoonsu’s pack.

‘’I’m not familiar with the rest of the packs,’’ Jimin says, pointing a finger to the map. ‘’But I know how my pack is. I doubt there’s much difference between the rest.’’

Yoonsu has his eyes focused on the map, nodding in deep thought. ‘’It’s an easy plan. You just need the numbers, and that’s why you came to me. I have a large number of Min omegas with me, trained in the art of hiding and assassination. But I won’t force them to cooperate if they don’t want to, so be warned. Maybe you need to gain their trust first.’’

‘’I will do anything for them to trust me.’’

Jeongguk analyzes the map in silence, hands clasped behind his back. He hasn’t uttered a word since they came here, not wanting to disturb Jimin or annoy Yoonsu, but there’s something bothering him. He raises his head, looking at Jimin’s side profile, and mutters, ‘’What if the villagers are well defended? We need to gather information on their defenses, guard rotations, any vulnerabilities we can exploit.’’

Yoonsu lets out an airy laugh, shaking his head. ‘’You think like a northern wolf.’’

‘’What does that mean?’’ Jeongguk lifts a brow at the head omega. There’s a playfulness to his scent, something that reminds Jeongguk of his teacher at the dojo. They have some resemblance, now that he thinks about it, but he doesn’t recall Haesoo having connections, or family itself in the south. 

‘’It means that you think too highly of feral and rogue wolves whose brains are only focused on wetting their knots. The most defenses they have in the villages are to keep omegas from leaving the pack. They won’t see it coming if we ambush them.’’

That, Jeongguk thinks, makes some sense. Maybe he’s too much of a perfectionist, or maybe he doesn’t want to risk their plan. But Yoonsu is right, and they will probably win in numbers. They’ll be alright.

‘’We’ll be alright,’’ Jimin says, as if reading his thoughts, and presses a hand over Jeongguk’s lower back, rubbing at it distractedly. 

‘’What about Yoongi-ssi?’’ He asks, wondering why no one has gone in search for the missing omega. ‘’How long has he been out?’’

Yoonsu scratches his chin, pensive. ‘’I think he left seven moons ago, give or take. He only talked to his twin, then dipped into the forest.’’

‘’He probably went to the Park pack. I asked him to free the omegas from my pack the day I left.’’

‘’Yoongi is a pretty stubborn omega,’’ Yoonsu sighs with fondness in his voice. ‘’You remind me of him. Always wanting to help even while risking your own necks. If he went to the Parks, then he’s probably monitoring the area. I doubt he tries anything alone.’’

‘’Then our first step should be the Park pack,’’ Jimin says with determination, but Jeongguk can smell the barely noticeable sourness in his scent. He doesn’t want to go back to his pack, but he’s putting on a façade of courage. 

Jeongguk touches his lower back in a comforting manner, just like Jimin has done a few moments ago. It’s enough to calm the omega down.

Plans unfold like a well-choreographed dance as they delve deeper into the discussion. They plan their entry points, checkpoints, and movement coordination. Yoonsu’s wisdom and experience in the forest becomes a valuable asset, providing a perspective that could tip the scales in their favor, while Jimin’s knowledge about his pack and pack mates add the final touches to the plan.

‘’What about the omegas?’’ Jeongguk asks as he traces a path on the map. ‘’Do we have a safe place for them to go hide while we take care of the remaining rogues in the area?’’

‘’There is a hidden cave deep within the forest,’’ Yoonsu says, his gaze steady. ‘’The rescuing team can hide there with them while you get rid of the feral alphas. Then, once the path is clean, you need to come here as fast as you can.’’

It’s close to midday when they, finally, leave the head omega’s hut.

‘’Moon Goddess, my head hurts,’’ Jimin whines, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a long yawn.

‘’At least the worst part is done.’’

‘’Do you think planning is worse than executing the plan?’’ Jimin grins, turning his face at Jeongguk. The sun casts shadows on his face, making his brown eyes shine golden.

‘’I hate paperwork, that’s for sure.’’

They descend the stairs and start walking at a nice pace across the pack’s ground. The air is infused with tranquility and ethereal serenity, sunlight filtering through the thick canopy above, dappling patterns on the soil. The occasional soft hum of distant conversations and the rustle of leaves whispers secrets shared among the omegas living well protected in the pack.

Oil lamps suspended from branches sway gently in the breeze, their soft glow still visible despite the sunlight filtering through the leaves. Fragrant herbs and flowers adorn the village, releasing a subtle aroma that lingers in the air, but that pales in comparison to Jimin’s happy patchouli.

Beneath the overarching branches, the village pathways meander like ancient trails, worn smooth by countless footsteps. Small gardens dot the landscape, bursts of color from blossoming flowers enhancing the verdant palette of the forest. Omegas, going about their daily tasks, greet each other with nods and smiles, their faces reflecting a quiet contentment. Some of them stop to look wearily at Jeongguk, afraid of the stranger alpha with white hair that suddenly walks free among them.

‘’Have you seen him ?’’ A young omega whispers to his friend, both sitting on a wooden bench in front of what seems like their tiny hut, surrounded by vines in bloom.

‘’He doesn’t seem that scary. And he’s pretty,’’ the other omega giggles behind his hand, a healthy blush on his face.

‘’But I heard from Mina that he’s mated. To the odd omega that visited us a moon cycle ago.’’

Jeongguk thinks he hears Jimin mumble ‘’ I’m not odd’’ beside him, his face in a pout.

The village seems to embrace them with an unspoken warmth as they continue walking. The chirping of birds, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the distant murmur of a distant fountain play in the background. The midday sun filters through the foliage, creating pockets of golden light that illuminate the paths and the faces of those who live in the hidden pack.

‘’It’s beautiful,’’ Jeongguk says when they reach what seems to be a tiny square with a charming fountain in the center, its waters dancing in the sunlight, casting a myriad of colors when the sun’s rays pass through the splashing drops.

An omega sits on the fountain’s edge, her brown hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, her fingers skillfully strumming a guitar and playing a melody that captivates a group of enthralled pups gathered around her, listening to the music with their mouths agape and eyes full of wonder.

On one side of the square, a group of old omegas sit in conversation, their laughter echoing through the air. They sit close to each other, grasping hands tightly in a gesture of comfort. One of them has gray eyes and his gaze seems lost. He’s probably blind. Jeongguk wonders if it’s been rough for him, living out there and having to escape in his condition. 

Nearby, a young omega tends to what seems to be a flower shop, tucked into the corner of the square. Vibrant blooms spill over the edges of baskets and vases, creating a riot of colors that complements the natural beauty of the forest, its fragrance hanging in the air.

The gentle strumming of the guitar, the laughter of pups, the aroma of fresh flowers. Everything is so peaceful, it makes Jeongguk’s heart ache at the thought of how hard the lives of these omegas must have been.

Jimin’s fingers on his wrist, scenting him, make Jeongguk gasp. There’s a wet trail of tears on his cheeks, he hasn’t realized he started crying.

‘’Are you alright, Gguk?’’

Jeongguk rubs his eyes with his sleeve, laughing in embarrassment. ‘’Sorry, I guess I’m overwhelmed by everything.’’

Jimin hugs him, his embrace warm and comforting. Jeongguk tucks his nose into the omega’s scent gland, breathing in patchouli. ‘’We both cry a lot lately, don’t you think?’’

‘’No more crying,’’ Jeongguk chuckles, pressing a kiss to his neck. Jimin shrieks when Jeongguk lifts him up from the ground, making them spin, their laughter echoing in the square. ‘’See, that’s better. Happiness looks better on both of us.’’

‘’Okay but put me down,’’ Jimin snickers, face flushed. ‘’They are staring at us.’’

Jeongguk complies, an apologetic grin on his face.

The omega that was playing the guitar looks at them with an incredulous gaze, while the pups stare in wonder at Jeongguk. In particular, at his white hair. One of them stands up and runs to them, making the omega gasp and try to stop him.

‘’Soobin, come here!’’ The omega calls out, a nervous tinge in her scent. 

The pup stops in front of Jeongguk, eyes wide with innocent wonder. He doesn’t look older than five winters, a cascade of questions evident in the spark of his eyes. He tugs at the hem of Jeongguk’s cloak, his voice filled with innocent inquiry.

‘’Wow, your hair is so white! I’ve never seen anyone with hair like that. Why is it so different? Can I also have white hair when I present as an alpha? You are an alpha, right? I want to be one too! My friend Yeonjun says he wants to be an alpha too, but I think he looks like an omega. He’s sitting there with Mina.'' Soobin’s words spill out in a rapid stream, his eyes wide and full of excitement while pointing a tiny finger at his friends.

Jeongguk crouches down, amused with the pup’s curiosity. He speaks softly, a warm smile in his lips to not scare the pup and his omega guardian, who stands up and gathers the pups behind her back. Jeongguk doesn’t judge her, he would do the same if a stranger—someone they fear—came close to his pups.

His pups. His and Jimin’s. His scent sweetens like a summer rain at the thought.

‘’I’m a wolf from the north, our hair is like this, to match with our wolf’s fur. Have you ever seen a real wolf?’’

Soobin shakes his head, mouth agape. ‘’Are you a real wolf?’’

‘’I am.’’

‘’Why are you a real wolf and I am not?’’

‘’That is something that has been passed down through generations, making each of us a bit different. You have brown hair, that’s so cool too.’’

Soobin pouts. ‘’But everyone on here has dark hair! I want to be like you, because you look cool.’’

‘’Well, think about it this way,’’ Jeongguk says with a grin. ‘’Everyone in the north has white hair, so to me, you are the cool one. Because you are different.’’

‘’Am I cool?’’

Jeongguk laughs, sitting on the floor in front of the pup, posture relaxed. He sees the omega, Mina, relax at their exchange. Curious little heads, a total of four pups—five, counting Soobin—with dark hair and round faces appear behind her, gazes filled with fascination and they look at Jeongguk.

‘’Different is cool! Can I touch it?’’ Soobin asks, a mix of awe and delight in his voice.

Jeongguk, with a nod and a good-natured grin, allows the pup to run his small fingers through the unique strands of white hair. Laughter echoes in the square as Soobin marvels at the distinctive feature, as if discovering a treasure in the heart of their close-knit village.

The strong scent of patchouli makes Jeongguk turn his head to his right, slowly to not scare the pup. Jimin stands nearby, observing the endearing interaction with a warm gaze.

Thoughts of Jimin surrounded by pups fill his mind, his wolf yapping and running in circles in happiness at the image of a pregnant omega—their omega, pregnant with their pups. 

‘’Can we see the wolf?’’ 

Jeongguk looks back in front of him, where all the pups have gathered. Mina sits back on the edge of the fountain, guitar on her lap. Jeongguk casts a questioning look at her, but she only nods with a timid smile.

‘’Okay! But just one warning, you have to close your eyes.’’

‘’Why?’’ Another pup asks.

‘’Because it will be more fun that way. Like magic!’’

‘’You can do magic?’’ Soobin asks with a gasp, turning to his friends. ‘’Quick, everyone close your eyes. You too Taehyun, don’t cheat! You always cheat when we play, so be nice!’’

With an endeared look at the pups, now with their eyes closed, Jeongguk undresses quickly—with Jimin’s aid—and shifts into his wolf form, the white fur mirroring the striking color of his hair.

Gasps of awe and wonder erupt from the pups when Jimin tells them that they can look, eyes widening in astonishment at the majestic wolf standing before them, Jeongguk’s deep blue eyes gleaming with a hint of playfulness.

The pups surround Jeongguk with eager laughter and wide smiles, their initial surprise turning to pure joy. Unfazed, they begin to play with him as if he was just another friend of theirs, giggles filling the air as they chase the wolf in playful circles around the square. Some reach out to pat the soft fur, while others engage in a lively game of tag. Jeongguk prances around, enjoying the shared moments of pure, unbridled joy and the pup’s infectious enthusiasm. He nuzzles up against them, occasionally barking at them in a friendly manner, his tail wagging. The square echoes with innocent laughter, and Jeongguk believes that he will remember this moment for eternity.

☼

As much as Jeongguk wants to sleep in, just for once, his body is subconsciously accustomed to waking up at the crack of dawn. He wonders, as he glances at the window and the faint light of the first rays of sunlight entering through the curtain’s opening, how Jimin can sleep so peacefully and relaxed.

The night before, once they went back to the hut, Jimin had a small anxiety attack. Jeongguk is used to them, Jimin is still overwhelmed by everything that surrounds him, but seeing him hyperventilate at the thought of having to go back to his old pack broke Jeongguk’s heart.

Jimin pretends to be strong and unfazed, but the truth is, he’s very traumatized by his past life. Jeongguk has seen him toss and turn in bed, plagued with nightmares, waking up and searching for danger. 

But this morning, he’s sound asleep, face squished on top of the mattress, hair falling over his eyes. He has a hickey right above his collarbone—courtesy of Jeongguk’s scenting to calm him down—a tiny claim so the omega feels he’s not alone in this.

Jeongguk presses a kiss on his temple and heads to the small kitchen, his alpha having the need to provide for their mate. Today will be rough, so he wants to indulge in the last moments of domesticity and peacefulness. 

With the chirping sounds of birds accompanying him in his task, Jeongguk cooks a quick meal with the fruits and vegetables Yoonji has left for them at the hut. As much as he wished to have some meat for himself, he told the female omega to not give them any. Jimin still doesn’t try it, and Jeongguk feels a bit guilty. 

He is pouring the vegetable mix into two bowls, when two arms snake around his waist, a warm chest pressing to his back, and a cold nose making him shiver when it presses against his neck.

‘’Why aren’t you in bed with me?” Jimin mumbles into Jeongguk’s shoulder.

Jeongguk smiles and runs his hands over Jimin’s arms, caressing the tattoos on his wrists. ‘’Wasn’t tired anymore. And I didn’t want to disturb you.’’

‘’You’re doing it by not being beside me, alpha,’’ Jimin buries his face against the crook of Jeongguk’s neck and breathes in deeply. ‘’Why do you always smell so good?’’

‘’I’m sorry, pup,’’ Jeongguk turns his face and kisses the top of Jimin’s head. Jimin grumbles in response, making the alpha chuckle. ‘’Do you want to eat? I made us breakfast.’’

Jimin nods, looking at the two bowls on top of the table. ‘’It looks good. Thank you.’’

‘’You don’t have to thank me, hyung.’’ They sit at the table, indulging in the serenity of the morning and eating in silence. Jeongguk puts more vegetables in Jimin’s bowl when he’s close to finishing, the omega whining at the gesture, but his scent betrays him. ‘’You are pleased when I indulge you, so hush now and eat.’’

‘’Is not fair.’’

‘’What is not fair?’’

‘’That you get me flustered so easily. Unfair,’’ Jimin pouts, finishing the last of his bowl. He stands up to clean the dishes, Jeongguk trailing after him with a smirk. 

Truth is, Jimin is fun to fluster. His scent sweetens so fast, it makes Jeongguk want to tease him even more. And since Jimin’s heat, both have been craving each other’s touch way too much. So Jeongguk is a weak alpha, and Jimin makes it difficult for him to not be horny at every waking moment.

And maybe Jimin needs this as much as he, the intimacy before the long day that awaits them.

Jeongguk presses his chest to Jimin’s back, giving the hickey on his neck a long, lingering kiss that makes the omega’s knees weak. Jimin holds onto Jeongguk’s arms for balance, letting out an airy moan, bowls forgotten in the basin.

‘’Jeongguk-ah,’’ Jimin gasps when Jeongguk’s lips trail from his scent gland to his jaw, biting it softly before continuing its way down to his shoulder. Soon enough, the scent of Jimin’s sweet slick fills his nostrils, making Jeongguk groan. ‘’I want you. Want your knot.’’

‘’I want you too, pup. All the time.’’

Jeongguk’s hands move closer to the hem of Jimin’s pants, their gazes fixed on the water’s reflection in the basin. He can see how flushed Jimin is, how hard he is inside his pants already, can smell how wet he is for him. So easily flustered.

Jimin lets out a shaky breath. ‘’Can you— Um—’’

‘’What?’’ Jeongguk presses closer—if that’s physically possible—to Jimin, his hands trailing down, one of them snaking inside the omega’s pants, teasing, caressing the skin of his thighs. ‘’What do you want, hyung? Tell me. I will do anything for you.’’

‘’Can you take control, this time?’’ Jimin shyly says, his ears turning tomato red. Cute . ‘’I want you to be in control today.’’

‘’As you wish, my love,’’ Jeongguk grins at Jimin’s soft whine when his hand massages the omega’s already half-hard cock through the fabric. He hums, nipping lightly at the juncture of Jimin’s neck and shoulder. ‘’You are already like this when I barely touched you, hyung. What am I going to do with you, hm?’’

Jimin leans into him with a long, pleasured sigh, his back aching. ‘’It’s your fault. Do something.’’

‘’So bossy,’’ he smiles into Jimin’s scent gland, biting it softly. ‘’You’ll be the perfect head omega.’’

He can feel how wet Jimin is, how his body is trembling under his hold. So he decides to put an end to his teasing and, finally, touch the omega like he deserves. Jimin whimpers when Jeongguk hand strokes his hard cock, so wet with precum and hard it must hurt.

‘’Alpha—’’

‘’Hm?’’

‘’More.’’

‘’I thought you wanted me to take charge, pup. What happened to that?’’

‘’Stop teasing me and just fuck me,’’ Jimin groans, knees buckling. He presses his trembling hands onto the kitchen counter, presenting for Jeongguk.

He’s so doomed.

‘’That’s it, love,’’ Jeongguk says, kissing Jimin’s back, from his shoulder to his lower spine. His hands leave Jimin’s aching cock, the whine of protest transforming into a loud moan when Jeongguk presses his own hard bulge to Jimin’s now naked ass, hands pressing against his hips. ‘’Can you feel me? Can you see how hard I am for you, my omega?’’

‘’Jeongguk—’’

‘’I’m gonna eat you out, okay? Tell me to stop if you don’t like it.’’

He waits for Jimin’s nod of approval, and when he sees the subtle movement on the omega’s head, his face flushed and eyes filled with lust, he spreads Jimin’s legs apart. His hole is shining with the amount of slick he’s leaking. Jeongguk presses his tongue there, lapping at the syrupy liquid that tastes so sweet on his tongue, an appreciative hum leaving his throat.

‘’Alpha—’’ Jimin hangs his head down, looking at Jeongguk from under his arms, moaning softly at every lick from Jeongguk. 

‘’Am I doing good, my omega? Does it feel good?’’ Jeongguk grins, biting into one of Jimin’s cheeks before going back to his hole when the omega nods and wiggles his hips, urging the alpha to go back there. Jeongguk smiles against the soft skin, lapping at the slickered hole insatiably. He reaches around, wrapping one hand around Jimin’s cock and stroking him slowly, without rush. Just enough to elicit whimpers and moans from the omega, enjoying the sounds of pleasure while his tongue swirls around the tight muscle.

Soon enough, Jimin’s arms give up and he slumps onto the counter, flushed face pressing up against the counter. His body probably aches at the posture, so with a final bit into his hole, Jeongguk stands up, pressing his chest to Jimin’s back. 

‘’Go to bed, omega.’’

Jeongguk observes from where he stands, following the omega with his gaze until he finds his way to the mattress. Once Jimin settles down on top of the sheets, Jeongguk allows his body to move, too. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay in control—it proves to be more difficult than he initially thought—and grabs Jimin’s hips, turning him around. With a chaste kiss and a gentle push, Jimin falls on his back with a gasp.

Jeongguk runs his hands up Jimin’s thighs, relishing in the soft skin and hard muscle, climbing the bed. His lips search out the swollen head of Jimin’s cock, so wet with precome and red, it must hurt. Jeongguk slips the tip of his tongue into the slit and sucks, an appreciative hum in his throat when he tastes Jimin in his mouth.

‘’You taste so good,’’ Jeongguk purrs, running his lips down Jimin’s shaft, tongue tracing a vein up until he reaches the head again. ‘’So sweet for me, hyung.’’

Without a warning, he takes Jimin’s entire length into his mouth, down to his throat. Jimin gasps, body thrashing at the sensation, his hips buckling, wanting more. As if it’s not enough. 

Jeongguk pulls away with a grin, and Jimin grabs at his hair, wanting him back at sucking his dick. ‘’Don’t stop—’’

‘’I won’t, pup. Just let alpha make you feel good.’’

Jeongguk goes back to his task, one hand reaching up Jimin’s body, unbuttoning his shirt until his chest is exposed. Jimin shivers under his touch, moaning when Jeongguk laps at his cockhead while his hand pinches one nipple, pleasure running down his spine. He’s leaking so much, the bed wet with his slick, and Jeongguk wants to go back there and drink all of it, but he has other plans. He crawls over the omega, legs straddling one of Jimin’s thighs.

He grinds his hips against the hard muscle of Jimin’s leg with a smirk. ‘’Hands over your head, darling.’’

When Jimin obeys, he runs his tongue over one of Jimin’s nipples, making the omega arch into the sensation. Jeongguk wraps his hand around Jimin’s wrists while he swirls his tongue around the pert nipple, hips grinding into Jimin, searching to alleviate a bit of his own tension.

If Jimin is already lost and desperate for his knot, he’s not far from it.

‘’I could cum just from this,’’ he says with another push of his hips, his trapped length rubbing against Jimin’s naked skin.

‘’Kiss me,’’ Jimin whimpers, hands struggling to break free from Jeongguk’s hold, fingers opening and closing around nothing. ‘’Please?’’

Jeongguk complies, just not as Jimin wanted. He kisses his nipple, then moves his head to kiss the other one, lingering there as Jimin mewls quietly, his teeth biting at his lips. Once Jeongguk is done taking his sweet time, he finally kisses Jimin, the omega opening his mouth to accept his eager tongue. Jeongguk’s grip tightens around Jimin’s wrists, hips rising up to gain that little friction he’s craving against Jimin’s body.

‘’Want you, alpha. Please. No more teasing.’’

‘’Alright, love. Let me open you up, alright? I’ll give you what you want, just be patient.’’

Jimin nods, inhaling loudly, as Jeongguk easily pushes two fingers into his entrance, the heavy slick making it easy for him. He gently but quickly opens Jimin, pressing his lips to the omega’s scent gland and nipping at it, both of them purring in unison.

‘’Stop,’’ Jimin stammers. ‘’Stop, please stop.’’ 

Jeongguk pulls away, searching for any sign of fear, discomfort, anything that has made Jimin want him to stop. But he finds none of it, just Jimin’s eyes filled with wet tears and lust, his plump lips forming a fucked up smile. 

‘’Are you—’’

‘’I’m okay, alpha. Just didn’t want to cum so soon,’’ Jimin kisses Jeongguk’s cheek, softly and lovingly nuzzling into his cheek, purring in contentment. ‘’Fuck me? I’m ready, please, darling.’’

‘’Say it again.’’

‘’Please, please, please fuck me, my mate. Give me your knot, fill me with your pups—’’

Jeongguk turns his head to bring their lips together again, tongue unfurling inside Jimin’s mouth and pulling the most exquisite sounds out of it. ‘’Get on top of me.’’

After that, everything feels like a blur. Jimin rides him with abandon, moaning his name, nails clawing at his chest while Jeongguk guides his movements, hands on Jimin’s perfect ass, squeezing the muscle every time their hips collide. Jimin shudders, airy and loud moans escaping his kiss bitten lips, and Jeongguk worries they might be heard from the outside, but he doesn’t have time to think about that too much.

The way Jimin is fucking himself on Jeongguk’s cock is… a sigh. He’s so beautiful, with his eyes wet with tears of pleasure and his hair a mess, Jeongguk’s claim bites covering his neck and collarbones, cock hard and leaking, the wet sound of his slick every time his ass touches Jeongguk’s groin.

‘’Close, alpha. Knot me, please—’’

Jimin rubs himself against Jeongguk’s abs, desperately chasing his orgasm. Jeongguk can feel the way his body is trembling, so he puts a hand on top of Jimin’s cock, adding some pressure. And the way Jimin wails and moves faster and faster brings Jeongguk to his limit.

With a grunt, he lifts his knees, making Jimin fall forward onto his chest. Jeongguk presses his feet to the mattress and fucks into Jimin with all his might, chasing both their orgasms, moans overlapping. He can feel his knot forming, Jimin sucking and biting his scent gland adding to his predicament.

With a grunt and a final effort, he cums into Jimin’s warmth, his knot locking them together, a bit of cum dribbling out at first. He fucks into Jimin slowly, milking his out orgasm, his cockhead pressing directly to Jimin’s prostate. 

To say this is probably his most intense orgasm he has ever had is a statement.

Jimin moans on top of him, trashing in his hold. ‘’Don’t stop alpha, please don’t stop—I’m almost there.’’

And Jeongguk happily obeys, fucking his cum into Jimin, pressing his knot to his rim until the omega tightens around him, spilling into his abs and collapses down, happy and spent.

Messy and sweaty, Jeongguk stares at the hut’s ceiling and attempts to catch his breath, Jimin resting on top of him and purring softly. He finds Jimin’s hand resting on top of his chest and brings it to his lips, kissing the knuckles.

‘’How are you feeling, hyung?’’

Jimin sighs and nuzzles against Jeongguk’s chest. ‘’So good.’’

‘’Was I too rough?’’

Jimin shakes his head. ‘’You were perfect. You are always perfect, alpha.’’

Jeongguk kisses Jimin’s temple and whispers, "You are the perfect one, my love."’

☼

It turns out that fucking like two wolves in heat was what both of them needed. 

After satiating that primal need, Jeongguk feels rejuvenated and more focused than ever. And Jimin seems to be experiencing the same, judging by the way he’s standing tall and proud while organizing the omegas that will accompany them to their mission.

‘’The wolves at the Park pack are pretty dumb, overall,’’ he says with a smirk. ‘’I could fight against most of them on my own, in the past. If we work together, they won’t suppose a problem.’’

‘’The feral alphas may not be the most intelligent, but they possess strength and primal instincts. Our approach needs to be subtle yet effective. We’ll exploit their predictable patterns and use diversion to free the omegas,’’ Yoonji stands beside Jimin with an authoritative aura surrounding her, and the rest of the omegas nod at her words. They seem to trust her a lot, like some kind of leader. ‘’We’ll play to their strengths and weaknesses. The distraction will come from the forest’s elements—natural sounds, illusions, unpredictable movements… This will keep their attention away from our true intentions.’’

Jimin, with a determined gaze, adds to the crows in front of them, ‘’We’ll need to move swiftly and quietly, avoiding direct confrontations. Once the omegas are free, we guide them through the hidden paths back to the cave. Timing and coordination are crucial. Jeongguk and I, utilizing our ability to shift into wolves, will navigate the outskirts of the village. I know the paths to enter the pack without being noticed, and they won’t detect us if we are in wolf form. Once we are inside the village, we’ll alert you with a howl. That will be your signal to ambush the alphas.’’

The air buzzes with a blend of determination and caution, and as they finalize the details, the group start to move in direction to the forests. Jeongguk and Jimin shift after a quick hug and a few words of encouragement.

Jimin has improved a lot with his wolf. He’s smaller than Jeongguk, so his body can move faster and hide better into the bushes. Jeongguk’s wolf has the disadvantage of his fur color, but he will manage. They need to be successful on the first try.

Yoongi will be close to the pack, according to his sister. She will try to find him and communicate their plan to him.

Under the shadowed canopy of the forest, the group part from the hidden village, moving with purpose. Jeongguk runs at the forefront, his white hair blending with the shadows, occasionally stopping to smell the air, trying to find enemies, while Jimin stands by his side, brown and white spotted fur blending perfectly with the nature that surrounds them. Each step brings them closer to the Park pack, and Jeongguk can smell the subtle change in Jimin’s scent. His patchouli turns sour the more they advance, and his ears lower.

He gets closer to Jimin, offering a silent support. As much as he wishes he could stop and scent the omega, maybe play in the ground like two carefree pups, they need to continue their journey.

The group of omegas run fast and agile, some climbing the trees and making noise in different directions—what Jeongguk believes are other Min wolves—while the slower ones run following the secure paths. The leaves rustle under their feet, birds chirping, and the wind whispers through the branches, creating an illusion of activity that would draw the attention of the feral rogues away from their impending rescue mission.

Yoonji, ever vigilant and attuned to the nuances of the forest, communicates through subtle gestures and signals with the omegas. She ensures seamless coordination among them, guiding them with precision as they follow the hidden paths, avoiding possible traps.

As the group approaches the outskirts of the Park pack, the air becomes charged with tension. The Min omegas intensify the diversion, amplifying the sounds of the forest to create an immersive illusion. 

Yoonji leaps from the tree she was standing on, landing in front of Jimin and Jeongguk, who are hiding beneath the bushes, their bellies on the ground, waiting for the right moment to enter the village.

‘’I can sense my brother. He’s hiding in one of the pine trees close to the south entrance. We’ll create a distraction here, and you will go find him.’’

Jeongguk nods, but Yoonji is already jumping back to her tree. He casts a glance at Jimin, wondering if he’s still anxious. His posture hasn’t changed much, ears downcast and scent sad. He presses his snout to Jimin’s scent gland, letting out a whine. Jimin turns his snout and does the same gesture, as if saying he’s alright. 

They wait for a few more minutes, until one of the Min omegas gives the signal that the south entrance is clear, the alphas being drawn to the orchestrated chaos in the north entrance drawing their attention and creating the perfect opportunity for them to enter without being seen.

Jeongguk scouts the immediate vicinity, senses heightened, his breaths synchronized with the pulse of the forest. When he can’t feel anything other than the rush of leaves, both he and Jimin run to the south.

As Yoonji has predicted, he can smell the faint scent of an omega hiding in a tall pine tree. They approach with caution, Jimin wagging its tail and letting out a soft whine when he sees Yoongi crouching down in a branch.

At first, the omega seems weary, but he leaps from the tree, running to Jimin and hugging his wolf, face tucked on the omega’s fur. 

‘’I knew you would come back,’’ Yoongi says, caressing Jimin’s fur. Jeongguk stands close, making himself look smaller when the Min omega looks at him with a cold stare. ‘’Who are you?’’

Jimin shifts back, covering his body with the clothes they carry in bags—Yoonsu’s idea. ‘’He’s not a threat. Trust me, Yoongi.’’

‘’You bringed an alpha to our pack?

‘’He’s my mate,’’ Jimin says with finality. When both the omegas do not move, looking at each other with hard eyes, Jeongguk uses the opportunity to howl to alert the omegas and transform back, getting dressed and standing at a certain distance, not wanting to make Yoongi uncomfortable with his presence. ‘’He’s the reason I’m here. He has only shown me kindness and love, Yoongi. I know you don’t trust alphas, but you can trust me. I would never lie.’’

After a few seconds of hesitation, Yoongi finally sighs, turning his back at both of them. ‘’I will trust you, Jimin. But one wrong move and he’s dead.’’

‘’You have my word that he will never hurt any of you.’’

The plan seems to unfold seamlessly at the north entrance, the Park alphas ensnared by the distraction and remaining oblivious to the three intruders that move like shadows through the heart of their territory.

As they walk through the deserted path, Jeongguk can’t help but realize how… odd the village is. The air hangs heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. The sun, shrouded in a veil of clouds, cast dim light upon the tiny settlement. 

It might rain soon.

Cottages, weathered and worn, stand as silent witnesses to the passage of time. The structures, though once vibrant, have succumbed to the elements and neglect. Moss cling to the worn wooden walls, and vines grow up the sides, as if reclaiming the buildings and making them a part of the landscape.

The village square, if it could be called such, lies mostly deserted. Wooden market stalls, now mere skeletons of their former selves, hints at a time when commerce and exchange were part of daily life. Empty of both life and commerce, the square falls frozen in time, hints of a village that has seen better days.

Dirt paths lead between the cottages, winding through the heart of the village like veins etched into the earth. Some doors creak ominously on rusted hinges, while others stand ajar, revealing interiors dimly illuminated by the ambient light. Tattered curtains dance in the breeze, offering glimpses into rooms that seem to have long been abandoned. The path leads them past a dilapidated well, its wooden structure showing signs of decay. The once-vital source of water for the village now stands dry and unused, mirroring the state of the village itself.

The wind whispers through the cracks in the cottages, carrying with it the whispers of forgotten stories and the melancholy of a settlement that has fallen into obscurity.

Jimin comes to an unexpected halt, standing in front of a tiny cottage nestled at the end of a dirt path, its structure barely holding together under the weight of time and neglect. 

‘’Hyung?’’

Jimin hesitates, his gaze fixed on the faded wooden door. He takes a deep breath, lingering in front of the cottage. 

‘’This was my home,’’ his scent is sour, and Jeongguk’s inner wolf cries inside him because their mate is sad. He has never seen Jimin like this, devastated, reviving his past memories, his traumas. It breaks Jeongguk’s heart. ‘’I used to live here, alone. When I was a pup, Taehyung and his father took care of me. But then I was abandoned, and Tae could only visit me in secret. Maybe is not a beautiful place, and I don’t hold any happy memories of it, but it was once my home.’’

Jeongguk opens his arms for Jimin when he turns to him, giving his back to the cottage. There, nestled in Jeongguk’s hold, Jimin says, ‘’I wanted to see it for the last time. Now I can finally let it go.’’

‘’I’ll be your home, hyung. No more sad memories, okay? You are safe now.’’

☼

‘’None of them weren’t inside their cottages,’’ Jimin says, leading them through another path. ‘’So my guess is that the alphas have relocated them to the Head Alpha’s home. It’s a big cottage close to the north entrance.’’

‘’The alphas were frantically moving this morning,’’ Yoongi supplies. ‘’Maybe something alerted them. They made the omegas follow them, but I couldn’t see where from my tree.’’

They keep walking until reaching the cottage Jimin mentioned. It looks so different from the other houses, a stark contrast that makes Jeongguk mad.

It is larger than the others and with an air of authority. It stands as a testament to the hierarchical structure within the community, where the leader enjoys privileges that set them apart from the rest of the villagers. In particular, omegas.

The wooden facade, though showing signs of age, retains a certain grandeur. The roof, made of sturdy timber, resists the wear and tear that plagues the other cottages. Vines, purposefully groomed rather than left to run wild, adorn the entrance, creating an aura of deliberate elegance.

Dim light emanates from within, a stark contrast to the darkness enveloping the rest of the village even in the sunlight. The windows, intact and framed with care, reveal glimpses of a space that, unlike the other cottages, have not succumbed to the slow decay of time.

It makes Jeongguk’s blood boil. He can picture the omegas, enslaved and mistreated, tending to the Head Alpha’s garden and home as if they were nothing but mere servants.

Yoongi signals for a temporary halt. ‘’I can sense something.’’

Jeongguk hears distant sounds from the north, as well as the sound of someone running their way. ‘’Someone is coming.’’

Emerging from the darkness, a figure steps into the clearing—an alpha whose presence seems to send shivers down Jimin’s spine. And judging by his physical appearance, Jeongguk can guess who it is. 

‘’So you have come back.’’

‘’Youngtae.’’

The air crackles with tension as, who winters ago was Jimin's father figure, locks eyes with the omega. His face seems weathered and etched with the harshness of the forest, bearing a twisted expression—a reflection of the darkness that had taken root within him, probably even before Jimin was born.

Jeongguk tightens the grip on his dual swords, getting ready to fight. He can see Yoongi getting ready with his own blade, but Jimin makes a gesture for them to not interfere. ‘’Leave him to me.’’

Without uttering a word, Youngtae lungs forward, his movements swift and calculated. The clash of steel echoes through the clearing as Jimin meets the oncoming assault with a resolute defense.

The fight unfolds with a ferocity that mirrors the tangled history between the two. Each strike, a testament to the pain that lingers beneath the surface of Jimin’s feelings, driven by a desire for redemption and justice as he fights against Youngtae’s relentless onslaught.

The sun cast its light upon the battlefield, hidden shyly behind the gray clouds that announce rain, revealing the dance of blades and the raw intensity of the confrontation. Jimin, drawing strength from the resilience forged in captivity, parries and counters, determined to overcome the haunting figure who has once been a mentor and protector.

Youngtae seems consumed by feral fervor, fighting with ruthless determination and movements, driven by bloodlust that twists into something dark and unrecognizable. The clash of swords and the grunts of combat echo through the clearing, a stark contrast to the stillness that envelops the Park village.

Jeongguk can only stand still and observe, be a witness of Jimin’s personal revenge towards an alpha that has given his back to him the moment he presented as an omega.

Jimin gains some distance, his scent angry, no longer smelling like flowers. It smells like burning grass, a scent that Jeongguk doesn’t wish to smell ever again on his mate. ‘’Why did you abandon me after raising me as one of your pups, Youngtae? Was it because omegas are inferior to you?’’

Youngtae only laughs, a horrible sounding sound. ‘’You were just another hole to breed. Like every omega. And my own pup didn’t want to take you, can you believe my luck? My blood and flesh is a coward of an alpha that runs away, and the one that I was forced to rise is a filthy bitch.’’

Jimin leaps forward, his sword clashing with Youngtae’s. ‘’Shut up! You Park alphas are blinded by your knots. We are not made only to carry and raise your pups, we deserve to be treated like equals.’’

Youngtae repels Jimin’s attacks with a snarl. ‘’Don’t make me laugh. Is this the northern blood in your veins talking? No wonder Hyunsoo killed your parents the moment they arrived at the pack. You all have rotten brains. Equality? You are only useful for breeding!’’

Jimin comes to a halt, narrowly avoiding Youngtae’s next strike as the truth dawns on him. ‘’You— The Head Alpha killed my parents?’’

Youngtae starts laughing again. ‘’Burned them like roasted chicken in front of their newborn pup. The omega carrying my pup wanted to give you a proper life so he took you under her care, only to die a few years later. And then I was forced to raise two stupid pups. And you omegas want equal rights? You are the ones getting pregnant and dying! I could have had a good life—’’

Youngtae lets out a gasp, his eyes widening in surprise and pain as Jimin’s blade pierces his chest, right through his heart. Jimin’s gaze does not waver as the body collapses to the ground with a loud thud.

Silence falls over the clearing, broken only by the wind’s whispers and Jimin’s anxious breathing. 

Jeongguk runs to Jimin’s side the moment the omega falls to his knees, cradling his head into his chest. ‘’It’s alright, hyung. It’s over now.’’

Jimin, surrounded by the echoes of his past, seems to be experiencing a mix of emotions, his scent going through grief and a somber acceptance. ‘’They— They killed my parents—’’

Jeongguk presses his lips to Jimin’s temple, running his nose through his hair in a soft scenting. The omega shakes and cries in his hold while Yoongi, silently, checks the surroundings in search for more threats. He comes back after a few moments, Jimin calming down after letting his emotions out.

‘’The pack is clean. It seems Yoonji and the others have taken the alphas into the forest. We can free the omegas and join them if we are quick,’’ Yoongi crouches down to caress Jimin’s hair. ‘’I’m sorry you have to go through this, but please endure it for a bit more. We are close to finish with the mission.’’

Jimin nods, drying his tears with his shirt sleeve. Jeongguk helps him stand, checking for injuries. He’s physically unharmed, but the emotional scars won’t heal easily.

The group, with the threat neutralized, press forward toward the well-kept cottage—the final bastion where the omegas await liberation. 

Yoongi leads and guides them through the corridors, following the faint scent of sweet flowers and fruits, rotten with fear.

The sunlight seeping through the windows illuminates the luxurious interior of the cottage, its pompous furniture making Yoongi scoff. ‘’I can’t believe they have people living in poverty when the leaders have this huge hut for themselves.’’

They reach a room, its door locked. The scent is stronger, so with Yoongi’s approval, Jeongguk warns before kicking the door open with one kick.

The omegas hurl together in a corner, their eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and hope when they take in the stranger standing at the other side of the room. There are probably twenty of them, most of them around their age, others a bit younger. 

One of them looks directly at Jimin with tears in his eyes. ‘’Jimin? Is it you?’’

Jimin seems taken aback, gasping softly. ‘’Do you know my name?’’

The omega nods, standing up and approaching them carefully. ‘’My name is Taemin. I used to live in front of your cottage. I always saw you, leaving the pack when it rained. And I saw you, the day you left. Why are you back here?’’

‘’I couldn’t leave you here. I needed to help you escape, too.’’

‘’But you didn’t have to.’’

The rest of the omegas stand, getting closer to Taemin, hiding behind him. All of them look malnourished and tired, scents barely there. 

‘’But I wanted to,’’ Jimin says with a timid smile. ‘’I know we never helped each other, but I understand your fears, too. But don’t be afraid. I know a place where you can live together with other omegas. Yoongi will guide you there.’’

‘’What about you? Will you be there too?’’

Jimin glances at Jeongguk. ‘’Once we are done here, I’ll be leaving to the north with my mate.’’

☼

It’s close to sunset when they finally make it to the northern entrance.

The air carries the lingering scent of battle and the echoes of clashes that have unfolded beyond their immediate view. Jeongguk, Jimin, and Yoongi exchange glances, sensing that something significant happened while they were releasing the captives.

Upon reaching the northern entrance, they understand it.

The omegas who had remained outside, guided by Yoonji and fueled by a sense of revenge and overprotection, now stand amidst the defeated alphas. The ground bears witness to the confrontation, covered with dead bodies and the aftermath of the struggle for freedom.

The omegas, their makeshift weapons worn but resolute, greet the returning group with a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. The northern entrance, once guarded by the Park alphas, now symbolized a triumphant stand against oppression.

Yoonji runs to her twin brother, embracing each other in a tight hug, triumphant grins in both their faces.

Jeongguk leads the captives, feeling a swell of emotion. Some of the Park omegas seem weary, seeing the dead alphas, but others seem to understand the needed sacrifice, scents turning proud and courage displayed by the omegas who had taken a stand against their oppressors.

As the group moves through the northern entrance, the liberated omegas express their gratitude to the ones who had fought on their behalf. They exchange words of reassurement, getting to know each other as they continue their trek through the forest, guiding them to the ancient forest.

‘’We’ll guide you to a cave where you’ll be safe,’’ Yoonji says, leadership natural on her. ‘’Then we’ll go back to our pack. You’ll love it! We can be happy together.’’

It starts to rain after a while, the smell of wet soil making Jimin smile, eyes closing, and head turned at Jeongguk. He seems to bask in the smell of rain, the scent of Jeongguk, letting out a nervous exhale. He links their fingers together, walking hand on hand under the light winter rain, and says, ‘’Thank you, Jeongguk.’’

‘’You have nothing to thank me for, pup. I already told you that,’’ he says, trying to reassure that it is okay, that he can finally breathe. ‘’You are free now, Jimin hyung.’’

Jimin stops, turning his body to Jeongguk. His eyes shine under the canopy of the forest, his scent sweet and content, mixing with petrichor. Finally, Jeongguk thinks, the scent that suits him the best.

‘’I love you.’’

Jeongguk kisses him, deep and long, and whispers, ‘’I love you more.’’

☼

Almost two moon cycles have come by, and after a full moon cycle of tireless efforts trying to reach the far packs, all the captive omegas have been liberated. 

It hasn’t been easy, but they finally made it.

Jeongguk lets out a long breath on their way back, the rocky landscape somehow unpleasant in his eyes. There are no trees so far in the south, and he kind of misses being surrounded by pines and birch trees.

He got used to it, after all.

The last pack they rescue is the Song pack, which is near the southern mountains. It proves to be a difficult task, and crossing the mountains seems impossible at first. But they make it. When they arrive, the village is mostly deserted, with only a few alphas and three omegas left. The rest of the pack seems to have died in unusual circumstances.

‘’A group of alphas went up north in search of food, but they never came back,’’ one of the omegas tells them.

On their journey back home, the group encounters a secluded cave, a natural haven within the heart of the mountains. Seeking respite, they decide to take shelter within its depths. The cool air and the soothing ambiance of the cave provides a welcome contrast to the challenges they have faced, and they finally let their bodies rest.

Jeongguk definitely hates the mountains.

‘’I hate the mountains more than the forests,’’ Jimin shares his sentiment out loud, sitting on the hard ground of the cave with a grunt. 

Jeongguk snickers. ‘’I’ll go check if there is water inside the cave. Maybe we can take a bath, I’m sweaty.’’

As he ventures deeper into the cave, Jeongguk stumbles upon a peculiar sight—an otherworldly colony of mushrooms that seems to pulsate with an unnatural glow. The air within the cave carries a subtle, sweet scent, almost enchanting in its allure. They are tiny little things, grouped together and climbing the natural rock formations of the cave.

I thought mushrooms only grew in the forests .

Jeongguk, drawn by a strange curiosity, approaches the mushroom colony. As he takes a breath, the world around him begins to blur. Dizziness sets in, and his surroundings seem to warp and twist. 

Jeongguk staggers, struggling to maintain his balance.

He thinks he can see Jimin rush to his side, probably with concern etched on his face, or maybe it is just a hallucination. He thinks he can hear the omega’s distant voice, muffled as if he was underwater.

His inner wolf growls and howls, as if needing Jeongguk to understand. But understand what, he doesn’t know.

He’s tired, and the sweet scent of the mushrooms make him feel sleepy.

It smells so sweet, he wants more of that sweetness.

Sweet, like an omega.

His wolf howls.

Everything burns.

There’s one last lucid thought in his mind, maybe his inner wolf, telling him something. 

Jimin.

I think I know why alphas go feral in the forests.

Jeongguk collapses into the cave floor.

Chapter Text

I spent my nights on melting snow

Just turning my sorrows into pure gold

And I laugh inside

Cause you won't know

I was here from the moment the lights showed

Oh, bless my heart

When the wolves take me away

Don't fall apart

When I come back from the grave

Forget my charms

I'll never be the same

We've came so far

Only to drift away

☼

‘’You are doing it wrong! Repeat the move!’’

Jeongguk hates the dojo. And his teacher’s annoying voice.

‘’I am doing it as you told me,’’ he grunts, aiming a kick at the dummy in front of him.

He also hates the dummy, and having to learn body combat. 

Older wolves can fight with swords, why can’t he? He’s turning ten winters in less than a week.

The dojo is filled with the rhythmic sounds of training. Rows of students diligently practice their martial arts moves. Jeongguk knows he’s the best student—both his teacher and his father made sure to let him know. But he’s bored of the same training routine. He needs something more… fun. 

His teacher throws him a frustrating sigh. Haesoo is a middle-aged alpha, his face always showing a stern look. Although Jeongguk hates his annoying voice, he likes the alpha. He’s a good teacher, even when he screams at the pups to do better, they know it is not meant to be malicious. Haesoo is just strict in the same way his own teacher was strict. It’s the tradition.

Jeongguk sometimes wishes his father was like that, too. But no, Head Alpha Jeon is strict and malicious.

‘’Jeongguk, focus on your form. You won’t improve by half-hearted attempts.’’

Jeongguk lets out an audible sigh, sweat dripping down his face as he throws a lackluster punch at the dummy.

‘’This is so boring,’’ he grumbles lowly, not wanting the teacher to hear him. ‘’I hate this stupid dummy and this stupid training.’’

But of course Haesoo hears him. ‘’Discipline is the foundation of the Jeon clan. Especially for our future Head Alpha. Now, repeat that move.’’

Jeongguk reluctantly repeats the move, but his heart isn’t in it. His mind wanders to what Haesoo said—the same thing everyone at the pack says about him—he’ll be the next Head Alpha.

They don’t even know if Jeongguk will be an alpha. He’s about to turn 10 winters, for the sake of the Moon Goddess.

He moves mechanically through the motions. His movements lack the passion and determination displayed by the other students. As he practices and practices, repeating the same routine every day with the dummy, resentment simmers beneath his surface.

Haesoo watches over him from a distance. The weight of the clan’s legacy hangs heavy in the air. Jeongguk’s destiny is written in the walls of the dojo, a destiny he despises more than the physical rigor of his training.

The walls, adorned with ancient scrolls depicting the Jeon clan’s history, seem to echo the expectations placed on Jeongguk’s young shoulders. He glances at the symbols, a silent reminder of the responsibility he cannot escape.

Why did his ancestors have to be true wolves? Why did they have to fund a pack that follows the legends and scrolls so blindly? No one seems to have autonomy in this pack, everyone is so obsessed with the traditions.

It makes him sick.

As he practices, his mind wanders to a place far beyond the dojo walls. A place where he can be a regular pup, free from the looming responsibility of leadership. The clash of his fists against the dummy mirrors the internal conflict raging within him.

The dojo, once a sanctuary of discipline and honor, becomes a battleground between Jeongguk’s desires and the expectations of his lineage. The conflict is palpable in the air, a silent struggle that unfolds with each deliberate movement.

He glances longingly at the corner of the dojo, where a rack of practice swords hangs. He wishes he could train with swords. There is something about the weapon that draws him in, as if he was born to wield them.

But, as Haesoo has said to him in the past, swords require discipline and control.

Your foundation is essential, young master. Without it, you cannot wield a sword. Now, focus on your punches.

Jeongguk throws another punch at the dummy, this time picturing himself wielding a beautiful long sword rather than his bare hands.

At least he has his imagination.

☼

On his tenth birthday, Jeongguk has to visit the temple with his parents while dressed in an uncomfortable hanbok with the colors and motives of the Jeon clan.

The temple is located amidst serene natural surroundings, its architecture seamlessly blending with the landscape, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and reverence. Jeongguk can see the temple from his room’s window. It has always made him feel a bit uncomfortable.

The entrance is marked by a majestic gate adorned with intricate wooden carvings, depicting mythical wolves and symbolic patterns, each one representing their ancestors. Weathered stone lanterns line the path leading to the gate, their presence hinting at the temple’s enduring history.

There’s a meticulously maintained courtyard right at the entrance of the temple grounds,  blanketed in fine gravel. Cherry blossom trees stand as guardians, casting a gentle shade over the ceremonial space. Jeongguk likes the trees when in full bloom, its pink flowers add a touch of ephemeral beauty to the otherwise sturdy surroundings. 

But in the last days of the summer, they just look like another regular tree.

As they enter the main hall, Jeongguk’s father—Jeon Jeonhwan, the current Head Alpha of the clan—moves with an air of authority. He guides Jeongguk with a stern demeanor, emphasizing the importance of the occasion. An occasion that Jeongguk doesn’t quite understand, it’s just his birthday.

 Jeon Hyejin, a contrast to her mate, follows quietly, her eyes filled with love and tenderness for her pup.

Within the hall, the air is thick with the fragrance of incense, making Jeongguk sneeze and earning a silent scolding from his father. Stone statues of ancient warriors and revered masters stand sentinel along the walls, their stern gazes watching over Jeongguk the more they walk into the temple. Soft candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on the ornate altars and sacred artifacts.

The inner sanctum, where ancestral rituals are performed, houses intricately carved wooden shrines and sculptures. The walls are adorned with delicate silk scrolls, each telling a tale of the clan’s lineage and the virtues they hold dear.

Jeonhwan leads the way with an unwavering gait, while Hyejin gently holds Jeongguk’s hand in silent reassurance.

A priest, wearing a pristine robe with the Jeon clan crest, leads them to another room, talking in low voice with his father. Jeongguk can’t hear what they are saying, and he doesn’t really care much about it. Visiting the temple is always boring, he rather be at the dojo punching at a dummy for hours than inside this place that smells like old alpha.

As they reach the inner sanctum, Jeonhwan offers a bow to the shrine dedicated to the ancestors. His father, the former Head Alpha, has a dedicated shrine. Jeonwhan will have one for himself once his soul leaves this world, as well as Jeongguk and his future pups. Hyejin also bows in reverence. Jeongguk just gazes at the intricately carved statues and paintings that adorn the sacred space with a neutral face.

The priest sits on the floor, knees bent and supporting the weight of his body. He motions for them to sit in front of him, and once they are settled, he bows before pulling out from a satchel a bunch of small, translucent colored stones that project the sunlight on the wood of the temple floor, casting a myriad of colors—red, blue, yellow and green. He nods at Jeongguk’s parents, closing his eyes and placing his palms on top of the stones.

Jeonhwan begins to chant a well-rehearsed ceremonial prayer, his voice echoing throughout the quiet temple, as if invoking the spirits of their forefathers. Hyejin lowers her head in submission, her reverence palpable. Jeongguk, on the other hand, struggles to comprehend what is going on, caught between his father’s voice and his mother’s gentle touch on his wrists.

It is not every day that he is lucky enough to have his two parents together in the same room, after all.

During the strange ritual, Hyejin takes a moment to look at Jeongguk, her eyes expressing a deep and unspoken love. She gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering, ‘’No matter what fortune tells us today, I will still love you deeply, my pup.’’

When the odd ceremony ends, the priest raises his hands. Where there used to be stones with four different colors, now there is only one stone left.

Jeongguk doesn’t understand why it makes both his parents happy. It’s just a regular red stone.

☼

On his thirteenth winter, he presents as an alpha.

According to the pack healers, it is unusual for a wolf to present so early.

His first rut is painful and scary. Jeongguk is confused about everything, something tugs at his insides, wanting to be let out. He howls and cries in his bed, alone and cold, a foreign scent surrounding him. 

Like wet soil after a downpour. 

From that day forward, his father forces him to live alone in his own hanok.

‘’I can’t let you live in the main house. You are another alpha in my territory.’’ 

That’s the last thing his father says to him, closing the door of his new home. Jeongguk just stands there, in a foreign place, without the scent of his parents, barely out of his first rut and confused about everything.

☼

One thing Jeongguk can appreciate about being an alpha is that he can finally train with swords. 

In three winters, he has changed, the same way the atmosphere at the pack and the dojo has.

Three winters of living alone, only seeing his father on pack gatherings. He sometimes talks to his mother, but she’s mostly distant, too.

Jeongguk stands confidently in the center of the training area, a practice sword in hand. The air is filled with energy, and Jeongguk grins when he launches himself at the dummy he used to hate. Now, it’s his best training companion.

His wooden sword cuts through the air with a whoosh, and the dummy falls to the side with a loud thump. 

‘’You will break it,’’ Haesoo says from the sideline of the training area, a sigh leaving his lips. ‘’You use too much brute force. Make the moves a bit more elegantly.’’

‘’You are no fun, Haesoo-nim,’’ Jeongguk snickers, putting the dummy back in his place and slapping it affectionately on the back. ‘’Minjun and I are only having fun, right?’’

‘’Did you seriously name the training dummy?’’ Haesoo approaches him. Joengguk can see how hard he is trying to not laugh at Jeongguk’s antics, but he’s failing. He looks at the young alpha fondly, like a father would look at his pup. Like Jeongguk wishes his father looked at him. ‘’You have improved a lot, but you have too much energy. Your movements are sloppy. Maybe you could try with another type of sword, see if it accommodates better to your body movements using a longsword.’’

‘’Can I use both?’’

Haesoo tilts his head. ‘’What do you mean, both?’’

‘’You know, Haesoo-nim, that I can use both hands? Maybe I can train with two swords?’’  

The air in the dojo is charged with anticipation as Jeongguk stands at the center, dual training swords in hand. Haesoo watches intently, his eyes sharp and discerning.

With a deep breath, Jeongguk begins his regular training routine, the longsword carving sleek arcs through the air—maybe he’s showing off a bit—while the shortsword moves with swift precision on his left hand. There’s a fluidity to his movements, a grace that he has never shown in his previous training. The blades dance in harmony, a mesmerizing display of skill.

He lets the rhythm guide him, completely immersed in the moment, feeling the weight of the blades and their synergy. He feels as if the swords were an extension of his own body, the clash against the dummy no longer a struggle but a symphony of controlled power.

When the dummy falls to the training area floor again, Jeongguk stops his movements, and bows to Haesoo with a grin.

‘’See?’’

‘’Your movements are surprisingly natural.’’

There’s a hint of pride to his wooden scent that makes Jeongguk puff his chest.

☼

‘’You are doing it wrong.’’

‘’Is that the only thing you can say?’’ Jeongguk twists his mouth, catching his breath. 

The field stretches out before Jeongguk, a vast expanse of frozen grass and snowy mountains in the distance, sky overcast. The breaths of both Jeongguk and Haesoo form small clouds in the cold as they prepare for a unique training session—something Jeongguk has been anticipating for moons.

He’s dressed in layered attire suitable for the cold, sprawled on the outside field of the dojo, the wet soil soaking his clothes. The crisp winter air chills his bones and aching muscles, and he’s glad it’s not snowing at that moment. He fixes his eyes on Haesoo, standing on the other side of the field, arms crossed, and waiting for Jeongguk to stand up again.

‘’If you want to connect with your inner spirit and shift, you need to focus. It’s not only about physical skill, you also need to communicate with your alpha.’’

Jeongguk listens intently as the wind rustles through the trees, creating a subtle melody that calms his racing mind. He stands up with a sigh, dusting off his clothes, and cracks his knuckles with a sniff. ‘’That’s what I’m trying!’’

Haesoo shakes his head. ‘’Feel the energy around you, Jeongguk-ah. Allow it to flow through your movements. The wolf is a creature of instinct, agility, and strength. You are focusing on the wrong thing.’’

As Jeongguk begins to move, his training takes on a different rhythm. His movements become more fluid, resembling the graceful and calculated strides of a wolf. Haesoo observes with a discerning eye, guiding Jeongguk through the nuances of each motion.

‘’Embrace the wolf within. Let its spirit guide your steps.’’

Jeongguk channels his focus, envisioning the spirit of the wolf within him. His movements become more instinctive, reflecting a connection to nature and a newfound understanding of that dormant primal pull that has been calling out for him since the day he presented. 

I know you are here, alpha. I can feel you.

‘’You're adapting quickly, Jeongguk-ah. The essence of your alpha flows through you, I can feel how it wants to break free,’’ Haesoo says, adopting a battle stance where he stands. ‘’I’m going to help you, pup. Please, remember I’m not a threat.’’

Haesoo steps forward, his eyes filled with a mysterious determination. As he raises his hands, an invisible force gathers around Jeongguk, enveloping him in a magical field. The air becomes charged with an otherworldly energy, and a gentle wind, carrying the scent of leather and oak trees, swirls around the training area.

‘’Let the magic of our ancestors guide you. Embrace the essence of the wolf.’’

The magical wind weaves around Jeongguk, wrapping him in a cocoon of ancient power. The air itself seems to whisper secrets from the depths of the clan’s history, making his inner wolf trash and run inside him. The alpha becomes agitated at Haesoo’s scent, at how it suffocates him and dominates his senses.

Jeongguk’s alpha howls, upset at the other wolf in front of him. He identifies it as a threat—another alpha fighting for dominance. Jeongguk’s wolf won’t allow that. He is strong. Stronger than that other alpha. He will prove it to him.

He feels the magical energy seeping into his being. His movements become more fluid, responding to the mystical force that surrounds him. He closes his eyes, surrendering to the ethereal wind and the enchanting scent that fills the air.

He thinks he can hear Haesoo’s voice whispering.

Breathe, pup. Feel the transformation within you. Let your inner wolf’s spirit awaken.

The wind intensifies, carrying with it the essence of the wild. Jeongguk can feel how his form begins to shift subtly, muscles elongating, and senses sharpening. The magical field acts as a conduit, bridging the gap between the human and the wolf.

Jeongguk is overwhelmed, his body struggling, his inner wolf taking control. He gasps for air, the pain in his muscles making him sweat and groan.

He sees Haesoo on the other side of the magical wind, his gaze unwavering, channeling more energy into the field. His eyes glisten when they lock eyes, a sight Jeongguk has never seen in his teacher—or anyone, really. No one has looked at Jeongguk with so much pride. The wind carries Haesoo’s proud scent, becoming a guiding force rather than an obstacle.

Trust the magic, my pup. Embrace the change. You are doing it so well. I know you can do it.

Jeongguk feels as if the thread that holds his body and mind together is breaking. His primal instincts take full control of his existence.

The magical wind dissipates, leaving Jeongguk standing in the winter field, now transformed into a majestic white wolf. The scent of leather and oak lingers in the air, a mixture of pride and reverence as Jeongguk, with newfound instincts, explores the world in his wolf form for the first time.

☼

Jeongguk hasn’t visited his home—the one he grew up in—in such a long time. Since his father told him to live on his own, he has never tried to go back to his old hanok. But that evening, he’s too excited to even think about it.

The warm glow of lanterns bathes the house in a soft light as Jeongguk steps inside, leaving his boots at the entrance. The scent of a home-cooked meal wafts through the air, and Jeongguk’s stomach rumbles in hunger.

He really misses his parents.

‘’Eomma! Appa! You won't believe what happened during training today—’’

Hyejin turns, a startled look on her face, her eyes and mouth open wide. The bowl she is cleaning at the basin falls, splashing water on the wooden floor. Jeonhwan sits at a low table, reviewing scrolls and documents. His stern expression doesn’t waver as Jeongguk enters, but his scent turns bitter, a low growl in his throat.

‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I—’’

‘’Didn’t I tell you I didn’t want another alpha in my territory?’’

Jeongguk scoffs. ‘’You kept me away for a long while. I was born and raised here, why does it bother you that much that I come back to our home?’’

‘’Jeongguk—’’ Hyejin approaches her son, touching his arm and looking between both of them. ‘’Please do as alpha says.’’

‘’But why?’’ Jeongguk turns his body, breathless, the touch of his mother’s hands burning his skin. He points at his father, raising his voice. ‘’Didn’t you raise me to be an alpha? To be the next head of the clan? Then why, after I presented, you began to treat me like I’m not your pup anymore—’’

‘’Shut up!’’ Jeonhwan stands up, smacking the table. Hyejin recoils, hiding her smaller body behind Jeongguk. Her scent turns sour and scared, and Jeongguk tries to cover her as best as he can, instincts taking control. ‘’I raised you to be the next leader, yes. But in the meantime, I am the leader of the clan. And you are in my territory, my house, and you will be leaving. Unless you want to fight.’’

‘’This is fucking ridiculous,’’ Jeongguk lets out a humorless laugh, turning his back to both his parents. ‘’You are so obsessed with your traditions that you fear I will fight until I kill you to be the Head Alpha sooner or something? I don’t even want to be one.’’ He walks to the door, picking up his boots. With a last glance at his parents, he says, ‘’One day you won’t have to worry about me anymore. Before you realize it, I will be long gone from this pack.’’

☼

When Jeongguk is sad or upset, he goes to the watercress lake.

The heaviness from the earlier encounter with his father lingers as Jeongguk slips away from the clan boundaries. The night is veiled in darkness, guided only by the soft glow of lanterns that line the path leading to the forest.

He navigates through the dense trees, their branches creating intricate patterns against the starlit sky. The sound of his footsteps is swallowed by the tranquil stillness of the forest. Eventually, the distant murmur of flowing water reaches his ears, guiding him to his sanctuary.

As he emerges from the woods, the sight of the luminous lake greets him like an old friend. The surface of the water is adorned with bioluminescent plants, casting an ethereal glow that illuminates the entire clearing. The reflection of the starlit sky dances on the water’s surface.

Always comforting, no matter what.

Jeongguk takes a moment to appreciate the serene beauty of the scene. The cool night air carries a hint of the lake’s unique fragrance, a blend of earth, water, and the subtle sweetness of the glowing watercress plants.

Deciding to immerse himself in the tranquil surroundings, Jeongguk removes his clothing and takes a deep breath. He steps into the clear water, the coolness sending shivers up his spine. The luminous plants seem to respond to his presence, glowing brighter as he wades further into the lake.

The water’s embrace is both invigorating and soothing, a balm for his troubled emotions. Jeongguk swims leisurely, the glow from the plants creating a surreal underwater world. The magical ambiance has a calming effect on his troubled mind, offering solace and a momentary escape from the complexities of clan responsibilities, his family, and his destructive thoughts.

He’s exhausted from everything.

He wants to leave this place for good.

As he floats on his back, looking up at the starry sky through the tree branches, a sense of tranquility washes over him. The luminous lake becomes a sanctuary where he can reflect, find solace, and let his mind wander to a better place.

The forest night, once a silent witness to his journey, now cradles him in its mystical embrace, providing a space for Jeongguk to find peace amidst the glowing wonders of the lake.

He closes his eyes, envisioning a better place. He imagines himself running in the mountains, his wolf’s fur blending perfectly with the snow that surrounds him. He hides under a hill, alert, waiting for his prey. He hears the soft sounds of another set of paws coming his way, and he wags his tail in happiness. When the other wolf gets closer, Jeongguk jumps at him with a happy bark. The wolf under him is brown, with white spots on his fur and amber eyes, looking at him with playfulness and love. 

They run through the night together.

☼

There’s one last tradition that Jeongguk partakes in before abandoning his pack.

It seems so far away from that night, when he fought with his parents.

On the evening of his eighteenth birthday, Jeongguk sits in front of a priest.

The incense in the shrine wafts through the air as he sits attentively. The flickering candles cast a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of sacred mystery. The priest, as always, is clad in traditional robes as he begins the divination rite, chanting ancient incantations and waving a ceremonial wand across the same stones that, years ago, predicted Jeongguk’s subgender before he presented.

The room seems to shift, and Jeongguk feels a subtle vibration in the air. The priest’s chanting intensifies, and the smoke from the incense takes on a life of its own, swirling and dancing in intricate patterns. Jeongguk’s eyes fixate on the mesmerizing display as the priest continues the ritual.

As the incense smoke disperses, Jeongguk’s vision blurs.

The priest takes a moment to gather his thoughts before turning his gaze towards him. ‘’During the divination, a vision unfolded before me, young Head Alpha. I saw intertwining vines, patchouli, and a landscape draped in pristine snow.’’

Jeongguk leans forward, his curiosity piqued. The snow is something he has seen in his dreams since he was a pup. But the other two elements are foreign to him, yet they feel familiar somehow.

‘’What about a brown wolf with amber eyes?’’

The priest shakes his head. ‘’I can’t tell you about what I haven’t seen. The stones have spoken, young Head Alpha. The vines signify growth and interconnected destinies. They weave a tapestry that connects the past, present, and future. Patchouli, with its earthy essence, speaks of grounding and a deep connection. And the snow, pure and untouched, signifies transformation and the potential for a fresh beginning.’’

‘’Okay, but what does it all mean?’’

Someone in the room clears their throat at Jeongguk’s rudeness, but he couldn’t care less. He hasn’t come here to have his coming-of-age divination rite to be talked about in riddles. He wants real answers.

‘’It is a message for you, Head Alpha. The vines of destiny are entwining around you, guiding you towards your destiny. Let the scent of patchouli guide you when the time comes. Embrace the path that unfolds before you.’’

The shrine, bathed in the sacred glow of candles and incense, becomes a space where the mysteries of destiny and the whispers of the divine converge, leaving Jeongguk with more questions than answers.

☼

The moon hangs low in the night sky as Jeongguk moves quietly through his room, his heart heavy. He opens a small wooden chest, carefully selecting essentials for his journey—a few changes of clothing, a water flask, and some dried provisions. The sound of objects being placed in the bag is methodical, each item a step away from the life he’s known.

As he packs, memories of a childhood filled with unmet expectations and the distance between him and his parents flash before his eyes. The once-cherished clan symbols in the room now seem like shackles, tying him to a destiny he never chose.

His time has finally come. A time to find his own path, following his destiny.

The ceremonial tattoo on his hip still burns his skin, a reminder of the chosen path fate has decided for him.

Just as Jeongguk zips up his bag, a rustle at the door startles him. He tenses, the room suddenly feeling smaller, the weight of his decision pressing down on him.

The soft knock that follows is unexpected, and Jeongguk’s eyes widen in surprise. He cautiously approaches the door and opens it.

‘’Jeongguk, my pup.’’

Hyejin stands in the dimly lit hallway of Jeongguk’s hanok, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and understanding.

‘’Eomma? What are you doing here?’’

Hyejin steps into the room, her presence calming the nervous energy that had gripped Jeongguk. Even though he has made this decision moons—winters—ago, he’s still scared of leaving. He only knows this pack, his clan. He doesn’t know what awaits him out there.

 Hyejin holds something in her hands—a small bundle wrapped in a cloth.

‘’I heard you took your last divination rite,’’ she says softly, her voice barely a whisper. ‘’I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye.’’

Jeongguk is torn between emotions. He looks at his mother, uncertain of how to respond. The room is filled with an unspoken tension, a silent acknowledgment of the rift that has existed for so long.

How did she even know that Jeongguk planned to leave tonight?

Hyejin extends the bundle, a warm smile on her face. Jeongguk doesn’t remember when the last time he saw his mother smile was. ‘’This is the mating gift I made for your appa, but he never accepted it. Please take this with you. This is my only wish for you, my pup. Please, let yourself be loved the way you deserve.’’

Jeongguk takes the bundle, unfolding it to reveal an intricate bracelet made of shiny stones. 

Suddenly, tears fill his eyes. He envisions his mother, young and naive, making a pretty courting gift for his mate—a mate she never chose, a mate that never loved her.

Jeongguk has been unfair to his mother, and he knows it. She tried her damn best to be a good omega, to serve both his mate and his pup. And none of them have reciprocated that love. Jeongguk’s father is incapable of loving anyone else that’s not himself and his traditions, and Jeongguk had so much resentment growing up that he never saw that his mother was also a victim of this stupid system.

‘’Thank you, eomma.’’

As they stand in the quiet room, the unspoken words hang heavy in the air. The decision to leave, the pain of unmet expectations—it’s all there, etched in the lines of their faces.

But as Hyejin looks at her son, there’s a glimmer of understanding, a silent acceptance of the path he has chosen. The moonlight spills into the room, casting a soft glow on the bracelet and the small bag packed for a journey into the unknown.

He made a promise to the moon that night. The day he comes back to this pack, he will change their stupid traditions. 

And he hopes they will forgive him for leaving like that.

☼

Jeongguk travels south, the landscape transforming gradually as he keeps walking with no destination in mind. It is an odd feeling, to be outside of his pack for the first time like this.

He thought someone would stop him—maybe the patrolling alphas on the border between the Jeon clan and the neutral territory. But no one had come. He just crossed the border in silence and alone.

Maybe they knew he was leaving, but no one cared. Or maybe he had the luck of his life, and that day none of the patrolling wolves were, well. Patrolling.

 The snowy mountains and rolling hills give way to a more coastal terrain. The air carries the scent of salt, and the distant sound of crashing waves becomes a steady companion.

After days of walking, he arrives at a bustling portuary pack, where the rhythmic creaking of ships and the calls of seagulls fill the air. The narrow streets are lined with buildings, their facades weathered by the coastal winds.

He asks one of the wolves at the dockside market where exactly he is.

‘’This is the Jung pack,’’ the elderly omega says, putting a bunch of fish from one basket to another, as if sorting them. ‘’Do you want to buy some?

Jeongguk politely declines with a bow.

He takes in the sight of colorful sails against the backdrop of the open sea. The dockside market is alive with activity—fishermen unloading their catches, traders haggling over goods, and the occasional street performer entertaining the passersby.

Jeongguk has never eaten fresh fish from the ocean. The Jeon pack has rivers and lakes, but not an ocean, and the merchants have long ago stopped coming—they never did in Jeongguk’s memories.

He meanders through the labyrinthine streets, absorbing the energy of the portuary town. The people here seem to live in harmony with the sea, their lives intertwined with the ebb and flow of the tides.

The salty breeze invigorates Jeongguk as he explores the docks, gazing at the myriad of ships anchored in the harbor. Each boat seems to tell a tale of distant shores and untold adventures, whispering promises of freedom and discovery.

In the heart of the town, Jeongguk finds an inn overlooking the ocean. The owner, a weathered alpha with a twinkle in his eye, offers him a room for the night. From the inn’s window, Jeongguk can see the moonlit waves, and the distant horizon calls to him, beckoning him toward a new chapter in his life.

As he drifts off to sleep, the murmur of the sea pulls him into dreams of uncharted territories and the untold possibilities that lie beyond this pack. It is so different from where he comes from.

He can’t wait to discover what more the world has to offer.

☼

‘’I swear that most of these errands are pure bullshit.’’

Jeongguk sits at the worn wooden table in the corner of the cozy inn, his tired eyes closing when he slumps on top of the surface, a bunch of papers scattered across it. He rests his head over one that says something about a missing goat. The flickering flames in the hearth cast dancing shadows across Hoseok’s face as he leans back in his chair, a snicker escaping his lips at Jeongguk’s antics.

‘’Language, pup,’’ Seokjin calls out from the kitchen, the smell of a delicious stew filling the room. Jeongguk’s stomach rumbles, not having eaten anything for the day.

He’s been busy, trying to find errands that are interesting. He’s been stuck for a while, just doing this and that for the wolves of Seori who request his help—that’s what a mercenary does. But he’s growing bored after so many winters doing the same routine.

And Namjoon’s investigation hasn’t made any progress, lately.

‘’But it is true, hyung. There is one who wants to find their underwear. In the middle of a lake. Who the fuck loses his underwear in a place like that? By the Moon Goddess, I’ve had enough of this,’’ Jeongguk complains, running a hand through his disheveled white hair. ‘’I didn't become a mercenary for the thrill of sitting around in a quiet inn, waiting for someone to stumble in with an interesting job.’’

‘’Maybe they were skinny dipping,’’ Hoseok lifts a finger, his focus going back to Jeongguk. He’s been sitting across from him at the table while tending to a small  collection of medicinal herbs while Seokjin is busy chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

‘’You both are extremely unhelpful.’’

‘’Then why are you still living at my inn? Ungrateful. Is it because of my food, isn't it? Aish, what would you do without my delicious food,’’ Seokjin comes into view, wearing an apron and with a wooden spoon at hand. He ruffles Jeongguk’s hair, making him groan.

Hoseok chuckles, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasts with Jeongguk’s frustration. ‘’Sometimes patience is the key. Interesting things have a way of finding you when you least expect it.’’

Seokjin adds with a teasing smile, sitting beside Jeongguk, ‘’Maybe you’ve scared off all the city wolves with that scowl of yours. No one wants to approach a mercenary who looks like he’d rather behead them than help.’’

Jeongguk grunts in response, his eyes narrowing. ‘’I’m just saying, a bit of action wouldn’t hurt. I’ve been stuck here for days, and all I’ve done is polish my swords.’’

 ‘’Perhaps you should visit the market tomorrow,’’ Hoseok says with a twinkle in his eyes. ‘’You never know what rumors might be floating around. There could be someone in need of your skills.’’

Seokjin nods in agreement. ‘’And who knows, maybe you’ll find a job that involves more than just chasing off rebellious pups or rescuing lost sheep.’’

Joengguk sighs, conceding to their wisdom. ‘’Fine, I'll give it a try. But if I come back empty-handed, I’m blaming both of you for sending me on a wild goose chase.’’

As the trio share a laugh, the aroma of the evening stew fills the air, and the flickering fire provides a comforting backdrop to their banter. Little did Jeongguk know that the mundane setting of the inn would soon give way to what the priest had foreseen in his divination rite, six winters ago.

☼

Even since he presented, Jeongguk has been having strange dreams and visions. 

It is always the same vision, the same dream about a brown wolf. He has never seen a brown wolf, the Jeon clan genes making them being born with white fur and blue eyes. But this wolf is different. He’s brown, with amber eyes, and smells like the flower Jeongguk has tattooed on his hip.

The same scent he has been following for quite a while now.

The forest looms ahead, its trees casting eerie shadows as Jeongguk ventures deeper into its heart. The rustle of leaves and the distant call of wildlife fills the air, but his senses are honed for something else—the scent of patchouli. He had caught a whiff of that distinctive scent as he moved steadily through the dense foliage, following a bunch of feral alphas that smell of danger. His sharp eyes scan the surroundings, the familiar weight of his long sword on his back and his short sword on his left hip grounding him.

But his curiosity had piqued the moment the fragrance of earthy flowers hit him like a wagon.

In a small clearing, a male omega sprints desperately, eyes wide and scent full of fear but also determination. Behind him, that same group of feral rogues he was tracking down moments ago close in, their malicious laughter and rotten scent making Jeongguk growl. He dives into the underbrush, positioning himself strategically.

He waits for the patchouli-scented omega to come closer to his bush, wondering what is an omega doing alone in the forest when this is rogue territory. Has he escaped from his pack? If that’s so, the poor thing must be scared and hurt.

A rogue grabs the omega by the cloak, pulling him roughly from behind, holding him tight so he stops moving. Jeongguk’s alpha growls and whines, wanting to protect. But he awaits his chance. If he jumps now, he risks the omega would be hurt. Or killed.

‘’Come on, sweet thing. We just want to have some fun,’’ the rogue alpha laughs at the omega’s desperate attempt to free himself, but he keeps fighting with his body, freeing himself from the rogue’s grasp, slipping under his body. 

The omega fights and fights, evading each blow, launching his own attacks with his arms. Jeongguk observes, stunned, how the omega turns his right foot and twists his upper body, relying on the force of his right hand. He feels how his patchouli scent turns sharper, making his alpha stand tall in interest, tail wagging and releasing a happy yip.

The omega claws at the rogue, making blood gush from his face.

Jeongguk feels a laugh start to bubble in his throat. This omega is a fighter , and his alpha is elated.

The omega runs when the other rogues come his way, the cry of pain of their companion probably alerting them of their position. With traces of blood covering his right, the omega sprints off. Jeongguk follows silently, masking his scent the best way he can, trying not to make any sound as he moves between branches and bushes, following the smell of blood and patchouli.

He stops when he hears a loud thump, the omega falling to his side in exhaustion, tripping over a raised tree root. Jeongguk makes a move to aid him, his breathing catching when he sees how close he and the omega are. From his hiding spot, he can see his face. 

The omega is gorgeous, with plump lips and hooded eyes, a sharp jaw and brown hair with white strands cascading on his brow. He’s the most beautiful wolf Jeongguk has ever seen, and his scent, from this close, feels more intoxicating than ever.

Mate.

His alpha yips like an eager pup.

The rogues approach them from the trees, having surrounded the omega once again. They smile in mock at his mate , tired and scared, lying on the floor without being able to fight or escape. 

One of them raises his ax and Jeongguk sees red.

‘’What the—’’

He jumps at the rogue, instincts on fire. He lets his alpha control his movements, anger and protectiveness guiding his steps. The rogue falls to the ground, his companions scream in confusion and pain when his sword pierces one after another until they are dead, lying on the ground like stringless puppets. 

Dead by Jeongguk’s sword. His alpha stands tall and proud of their feat, wondering if their omega will appreciate what they did for him, how well they can protect him.

The remaining rogue makes a move, trying to get to the omega from his right.

But he doesn't have a chance. Not when Jeongguk is right there to protect .

His long sword pierces the rogue’s body.

Jeongguk stands in front of the omega, shielding him from harm, his back turned, eyes searching for more threat.

The omega looks at him stunned, his patchouli scent turning sweet. He can’t focus with his scent invading his mind like that, his wolf obsessed with protecting the omega at all costs. He looks over his shoulder, making a decision that turns his wolf upset at him.

We need to let him go, alpha. He can protect himself, he will be alright.

For a few seconds, they stare into each other’s eyes, unmoving. He feels as if time stops moving, as if now his life makes sense. He feels his hip tattoo burn.

The silence is broken by the cry of another rogue, and Jeongguk turns back to him and rushes forward. 

‘’Go,’’ he says with a gentle voice to the omega.

With that said, he runs after the rogue. 

☼

Darkness. That's all he can see before his eyes. There’s nothing except complete blackness. Where is he? What is happening?  

Something sweet fills his nostrils, but soon enough it turns sour. Metallic. Like blood. He tries to move, but something feels wrong. Something restrains him. He doesn’t know what it is. Where is he?

Who is he, to begin with? He doesn’t know. 

He’s lost. Afraid. He wants to go home. Where is that? What is his home? Where?

Who is that person that keeps calling his name?

Is that even his name?

—gguk.

He doesn’t know. He just stares into the darkness.

How long has he been here? Where is this place? There’s a light, like a tiny speck of white in the darkness. But it’s so far, he doesn’t know if he can reach it. Is he still restrained? He lifts a limb. Is this an arm? He doesn’t know. It’s heavy, his body. He can’t move.

Something nudges at his side. Soft, warm. Like a blanket. Is this fur?

Fur. White fur. A wolf. His wolf is nuzzling his snout into his body, urging him to move, to reach the light. But what is the light?

Jeongguk. 

Is that a voice? Who is that who calls for him?

Please, come back to me.

☽

Jimin sits vigilantly, weary and sleep-deprived.

The room is permeated with a hushed atmosphere, the weight of his feelings palpable in the air, in the way his scent is sour and is barely there.

Despite the passing days, Jeongguk shows no signs of waking up.

‘’It’s a toxin,’’ Hoseok says, coming his way upstairs after checking Jeongguk’s blood samples. To Jimin’s luck, the alpha seems to have ample knowledge when it comes to medicine and strange plants and herbs. ‘’You said he collapsed after entering that cave?’’

Jimin nods, his gaze never leaving Jeongguk. He takes in the alpha physique, in the way he sleeps so peacefully—a bit pale but peaceful. His chest moves up and down slowly, as if he were deep asleep. Jimin had made sure to keep him hydrated, giving him tiny doses of water and the vegetable broth Seokjin had prepared with Hoseok’s medicinal herbs.

Hoseok leaves a phial with transparent liquid on top of the bedside table, then takes a seat beside Jimin on the mattress, caressing his lower back in a reassuring manner. Jimin still doesn’t move, not even an inch.

‘’By the way you described the mushroom colony, it seems like a rare one. Namjoon is trying his best at finding the correct books, and I lack knowledge about foreign plants and fungal species, but please know that we are trying,’’ Hoseok kisses Jimin’s temple, running his nose through the omega’s hair. It probably is greasy, Jimin can feel it in the way it sticks to his face and neck after not taking a shower in more than seven moons. 

He hasn’t moved from his spot since the day he came back to the inn, carrying Jeongguk on his back from down south. His entire body hurted from exhaustion, but he didn’t give up, he just pushed his body to its limits, moving forward with only one focus on mind: protect his mate.

‘’You’ve been sitting here for days,’’ Hoseok murmurs, scenting Jimin. It calms him, his wolf seeing the alpha as pack. Never in his life has he seen other wolves as pack, not until recently. Jimin slumps a bit into Hoseok’s hold, letting out a shaky breath, the warmth of the alpha’s body giving him solace. ‘’Go take a shower and eat. I’ll be here by his side, okay?’’

Jimin reluctantly tears his gaze away from Jeongguk, nodding in acknowledgement of Hoseok’s words, but still not moving from where he’s sitting. He can’t leave him alone. What if Jeeongguk wakes up and he’s not here? What if something happens while he’s out? What if—

‘’I’ll keep an eye on him,’’ Hoseok interrupts his thoughts, offering Jimin a reassuring smile. It doesn’t reassure him in the least, but he appreciates the alpha’s patience with him. All of them have been very patient, for the last moons. ‘’I’ll let you know if there’s any change, okay? You need to take care of yourself, too. And I’m pretty sure Jeongguk would want the same. Go shower, eat something with Seokjin, and then come back. I think your omega friend is waiting for you somewhere at the inn. He’s still weary of us, but he’s trying his damn best not to jump at our necks.’’

Hoseok laughs softly, his hand running down Jimin’s back.

Yoongi had accompanied him to Seori, to Jimin’s surprise. Even in his hyper-focused state, he acknowledged the other omega’s presence by his side, keeping him safe on their journey back. Yoongi had tried to guide them back to his pack, but Jimin had kept walking in the direction of the city, not uttering a word. And Yoongi had followed him, even though he hates this place. 

Jimin thinks he doesn’t deserve all this love. Not after shutting down his mind and only focusing on Jeongguk’s still body.

Hoseok and Namjoon have been investigating non-stop for moons. Taehyung has been a constant support, taking care of Jimin’s basic needs and scenting him every time Jimin’s patchouli disappears. Seokjin has been cooking and preparing the medicinal herbs Hoseok gives him, keeping both Jeongguk and Jimin healthy. And Yoongi, albeit weary, has been by Jimin’s side, too.

With a heavy sigh, he finally relents. 

‘’Alright’’ he whispers, his voice raspy after not using it for a while. His eyes linger on Jeongguk before reluctantly standing up from the bedside.

Jimin goes downstairs to the common area. The warmth of the inn’s hearth and the comforting aroma of food fills the air. Tables are adorned with flickering candlelight, creating a cozy atmosphere that sharply contrasts with the tension upstairs.

‘’Jimin?’’ Seokjin’s voice comes from the kitchen area, so Jimin goes there, following his comforting voice. ‘’How are you feeling?’’

Seokjin lets down the rag he’s using to clean and comes to his side, carefully and with measured steps so as to not scare him. Jimin lunges onward, collapsing into Seokjin’s broad chest with a sniffle, taking in his familiar scent. He’s also pack. All of them are pack. Jimin loves them so deeply.

‘’Thank you. I’m sorry. I’m so—’’ he mutters into Seokjin’s shirt.

‘’Yah! Don’t even think about apologizing, honey,’’ Seokjin nuzzles his nose down Jimin’s hair, rubbing his back the same way Hoseok has done so many times in the past moons. Jimin melts into the touch, purring happily. ‘’I’m so glad to see you downstairs. I was starting to think you hated me or something.’’

Jimin shakes his head. ‘’I wouldn’t. Not after everything you did for me. For us.’’

‘’I was joking, Jimin,’’ Seokjin snickers. ‘’Come here, have some food. You’ve been through a lot.’’

As they sit at the table, Jimin’s thoughts wander back to Jeongguk. Seokjin seems to understand the silent turmoil, leaving him with a comforting pat on the shoulder. ‘’I'll be sure to let you know the moment anything changes. You’ve done all you can for now, stop torturing yourself like this.’’

With a weary nod, Jimin tries to muster the strength to eat and rest, the inner struggle evident in his scent. Seokjin stands watch over him as he eats, providing solace in the midst of uncertainty. He makes small talk with Jimin as he picks at his meal. It provides a momentary respite from his heavy thoughts, and the omega is silently thankful for that. So he tries his best to keep the conversation with Seokjin, chatting about mundane things.

‘’Have you ever tried garlic noodles with soy sauce? I swear it is one of the best things you can eat. It’s a local speciality from my pack.’’

Jimin manages a faint smile. ‘’No, I haven’t. I don’t think I ever tasted soy. Is it good?’’

‘’Salty when you make it into a sauce,’’ Seokjin says, chuckling. ‘’Next time, I will take you out. We can try a lot of dishes. I’m sure you will love it.’’

‘’You seem to love food a lot.’’

‘’I always wanted to be a chef,’’ Seokjin says with a grin. ‘’Luckily for me, I found the perfect partner. Hoseok comes from the Jung pack, on the other side of the river. We used to be rivals, you know? We both wanted to open an inn on the neutral ground between packs. So we fought a lot, and then we fucked one night. To let out pent-up anger. The rest, you know how it ended.’’

As they continue to talk, the alpha shares stories about their inn, the city wolves, and the various travelers who have passed through. They speak of the local gossip and lighthearted anecdotes, creating a light atmosphere that momentarily eases the weight on Jimin’s shoulders.

‘’Did I ever tell you about the time a wandering bard played a tune so beautiful, even the toughest of customers shed a tear?’’ Seokjin muses, aiming to bring a touch of humor to the conversation. ‘’There was this alpha, tall and big as a wardrobe that smelled so strongly of ashes and smoke. I swear he was crying like a reprimanded pup.’’

As the meal progresses, Seokjin’s efforts to distract Jimin proves effective. The heavy air in the inn lifts slightly, replaced by a semblance of normalcy. Amidst the flickering candlelight and the hum of distant conversations, Jimin finds a moment of reprieve—a brief respite from the anxieties that awaits him upstairs.

‘’Where is Yoongi?’’ He asks once the meal is done, cleaning the dishes—albeit a complaining Seokjin. 

‘’He hasn’t left his room,’’ Seokjin says, drying the dishes with a cloth. ‘’I can prepare a bath for you, so go upstairs and ask him if he wants to wash up. He’s less weary with you.’’

So Jimin climbs the stairs again, looking for Yoongi’s room, but not before stopping by Jeongguk’s room to check on the alpha. He is still sleeping peacefully, so Jimin scents him, presses a kiss to his cheek, and whispers, ‘’Please come back to me soon.’’

Yoongi’s room is at the end of the corridor. The layout is the same as Jimin and Jeongguk’s shared room, with the only difference being that this one smells so strongly of sweet tangerines, it makes Jimin wonder if the other omega is close to his heat.

He doesn’t have to guess much, since Yoongi is curling up in a makeshift nest on top of the bed, eyes closed and breathing even.

‘’Hey,’’ Jimin says tentatively, closing the door behind himself. Yoongi opens one eye, sniffing at the air. When he seems to notice that Jimin’s patchouli is back to normal, he groans and sits up in bed, stretching his arms and neck. ‘’Did I wake you up?’’

‘’No, it was a quick nap. Don’t worry,’’ Yoongi pats a space beside him on the nest, inviting Jimin to sit there with him—an oddly intimate gesture, but Jimin accepts without thinking too much about it. Yoongi is safe, and his scent makes him sleepy. ‘’How is it going? Any change?’’

‘’Hoseok said it is a toxin from a weird mushroom they have never seen. Namjoon is investigating and trying to find it in his books. But we still don’t know why he hasn’t woken up since that day,’’ Jimin says, and Yoongi nods at his words, eyes closed and pressing closer to him. His body is warm, so Jimin touches his forehead. ‘’I think you have a fever.’’

‘’I think I’m close to my heat,’’ the omega sighs, slumping down on top of the mattress with a groan. Jimin snickers, petting his sweaty hair. ‘’Which sucks, because I’m not in my nest and Yoonji isn’t here to calm my wolf down. I’ve been on edge since I put a foot in this place, to be honest.’’

‘’You could have stayed back in the forest,’’ Jimin says, lying down beside him, cuddling his side. 

‘’I wanted to be with you,’’ Yoongi says, closing his eyes once again, enjoying the closeness of another omega. They just lie down there for a while, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence.

‘’Let’s take a break from this room,’’ Jimin murmurs after what feels like hours, his limbs heavy. He probably dozed off at some point, forgetting why he came to Yoongi to begin with. ‘’Seokjin said he would prepare a bath for us. What do you think?’’

‘’About the alpha? Or about the bath?’’

Jimin snorts. ‘’Both. But something tells me I know the answer to the first question already.’’

‘’He’s not so bad. His laugh is funny.’’

After lying down for a few more minutes, just basking in the sweet scent and warmth of Yoongi’s nest, they leave the room silently.

The bathroom at the inn is a simple yet inviting space, adorned with steaming water and the soothing aroma of essential oils. Jimin undresses, lost in his thoughts, ready to immerse himself in the comforting warmth and let his mind go blank. Yoongi does the same beside him, nakedness not being a burden to any of them.

Yoongi is safe, he’s pack, his inner omega is happy with his presence.

As they settle into the bath, the soothing waters embrace Jimin, offering a sense of tranquility. The sounds of the inn’s activities and the hushed conversations of other patrons talking to Seokjin become distant echoes, allowing Jimin to momentarily escape the heaviness that has settled over him.

‘’I needed this,’’ he sighs, stretching his legs and arms and letting the warmth of the water soak into his bones. ‘’Now I feel a bit more alive.’’

As Yoongi sits beside him, both soaking in silence in the warm waters of the inn’s bath, a moment of vulnerability seems to hang in the air. In the soft glow of candlelight, Jimin’s gaze falls upon an old, fading mark on Yoongi’s neck—his old mating mark on his neck, now no more than a scar.

Jimin is curious by nature, and he knows Yoongi trusts him. So he just goes for it, asking what he’s been wanting to ask for such a long time as he gently touches the faded mark. ‘’Hey, Yoongi. Mind if I ask about it?’’

Yoongi, looking momentarily distant, traces his fingers over Jimin’s. ‘’His name was Jiyeong. We were happy for a while, but then the feral sickness took him. It changed him, turned him into someone I didn’t recognize. He left for a pack hunting one night, but he came back sooner than I expected. I was just done bathing, so I ran up to him, wondering if he was alright. He smelled odd. Jiyeong was so sweet and attentive. We mated out of necessity, but we loved and respected each other. We were never intimate, because none of us felt like we needed sex, you know? So to see him like that, with his eyes blinded in lust and feral—it broke me. If it wasn’t for Yoonji, I don’t know what would have happened.’’

‘’I’m so sorry, Yoongi,’’ Jimin says, caressing the fading mark as a silent reassurance. ‘’I don’t know what else to say.’’

Yoongi shakes his head, smiling softly. ‘’It was a long time ago. We all carry our scars, physical and emotional. But sometimes, moments like these, in the warmth of a bath or the company of a friend, make the burdens a bit lighter.’’

‘’Am I your friend?’’ Jimin grins, the heavy atmosphere becoming lighter with their shared laughter.

‘’You are a bit more than that.’’

‘’Oh?’’ Jimin lifts a brow, ‘’Do you plan to kidnap me from my mate now that he’s unconscious?’’

Yoongi splashes water at him with a snicker. They play in the water like two carefree pups, talking about this and that for a bit more, until it starts to get cold. Jimin gestures for them to leave the bath and dry themselves, and as they do that, Jimin can’t stop thinking about how light he feels now.

As they ascend the stairs from the bathroom, the echoes of their conversation linger in the air. Yoongi turns to Jimin with a question that cuts through the quiet atmosphere; the other patrons at the inn are already in their rooms. Everything is so quiet at the inn that Jimin feels as if they were alone, only accompanied by the soft glow of an oil lamp from the corridor. ‘’What would you do if Jeongguk went feral?’’

‘’If he were to go feral and there was no other way, I would do whatever it takes to protect others. But if he were to die in the process, I can’t see myself living without him. It’s as if a part of me would die too,’’ he says softly, the thought making his heart beat faster.

Yoongi just nods at him. ‘’I see.’’

‘’If he dies, I want to die, too. Maybe it’s selfish, but—’’

‘’Is not,’’ Yoongi interrupts him. ‘’It is understandable. And I wouldn’t stop you.’’

The two omegas reach the door of the room where Jeongguk is sleeping, his condition still uncertain. As they enter the room, the flickering light of a watercress—courtesy of Hoseok—reveals the subtle rise and fall of the alpha’s chest. The quiet breathing of his unconscious mate serves as a reminder of the fragility of life, the bonds that bind them together, and the uncertainty that has been eating Jimin alive for the past few moons.

‘’He will wake up safe and sane,’’ Yoongi whispers, hugging Jimin. He lets the sweet tangerine scent calm his mind and heart. ‘’I can feel it. He’s fighting his own battle while he sleeps. But he’s so strong, so you don’t have to fear, alright?’’

Jimin knows that. He just wishes for Jeongguk to hold him again soon.

☽

Jimin falls asleep at some point throughout the night. He has not rested in moons, and his body has finally given up.

The rhythmic sounds of sleep in the stillness of the night and the moonlight gently bathing the room lull him into a deep slumber, unaware of the subtle movements beside him.

He doesn’t know for how long he sleeps. He dreams of rain falling over patchouli plants in an idyllic place his mind has conjured, peaceful and familiar.

Until a gentle shaking on his shoulder wakes him up.

At first, he thinks it might be Hoseok, who comes to check up on him, or maybe Seokjin, bringing him breakfast. He awakens from his sleep, blinking in the dim light.

His eyes meet deep blue, and moonlight casts a halo on white hair. A flood of emotions passes between them, a silent sentiment hanging in the air that smells so perfectly like them.

A patchouli field covered in rainwater.

Without uttering a word, Jimin throws himself into Jeongguk’s arms. The warmth of his body, of his breath in Jimin’s neck, of his nose tracing his scent gland, transcends the cold shadows that haunted him for so long. In Jeongguk’s embrace, the weight of worry and the fear of loss disappear.

The moon continues to cast its soft glow, illuminating the contours of their bodies and expressions. Joy, relief, and so much love.

‘’Jimin,’’ Jeongguk pulls him closer to him and turns his body, making both of them fall onto the piles of pillows. Their kiss is salty with tears, but it is the sweetest they have ever shared. ‘’My Jimin.’’

Jeongguk’s arms wrap around the omega, crushing him against his body, as if the alpha is trying to melt their bodies together. As if he can’t leave a single inch between them. He takes Jimin’s mouth with desperation, claiming him in an almost primal way.

Jimin complies, tears running down his cheeks. His alpha is here, safe in his arms.

‘’I missed you,’’ Jimin says breathlessly. His wolf barks inside him desperately, needing that connection with their alpha that he’s been craving for so long. Jimin has never felt like this—so frantic and distraught. Maybe the separation anxiety is taking a toll on him, or maybe the fear of losing his mate. But Jimin needs Jeongguk, and he needs him now.

But Jeongguk rolls them back over and pulls away, making Jimin whine and scramble to hold onto him, panicking at his leaving. Jeongguk just smooths his hair back and kisses his lips.

‘’Don’t leave me.’’

‘’I’m not going anywhere, pup,’’ Jeongguk says softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. ‘’I can smell how aroused you are. And my wolf is going crazy. But first, I need to talk to you. Can you wait for a moment?’’

Jimin nods, sitting on top of the bed and taking a deep breath to calm down his inner wolf. ‘’Okay. I’m good.’’

Jeongguk snickers. And Moon Goddess, how much did Jimin miss that sound.

‘’What happened? Why are we back at the inn?’’ Jeongguk asks, looking around the room and scratching his nose with a long finger, sniffling at the air.

‘’Do you remember the cave?’’

Jeongguk nods, biting his lips. ‘’I remember the sweet scent of those mushrooms. Then, my body started to feel heavy. My wolf was trashing inside me, howling as if trying to tell me something. But I forgot what it was. Then, everything was dark. I could hear your voice at the end of the darkness, so I just followed it. But I could never reach you. I fought against the deep dark, thinking of you and wanting to find you in that place, until I woke up. And you were there, sleeping and smelling so sad. How long was I unconscious?’’

‘’More than seven moons. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi took care of us. Hoseok has been researching with Namjoon about the mushrooms. But we can talk about that tomorrow,’’ Jimin presses closer to Jeongguk’s body, purring. ‘’I need you.’’

‘’Before that, let me ask you another question.’’

Jimin whines, and Jeongguk grins. ‘’Hurry up.’’

‘’Okay, okay,’’ Jeongguk smothers a hand down Jimin’s back, caressing his lower back in slow circles. ‘’You are not letting me be the hopeless romantic I usually am. I know we both are about to lose ourselves to our inner wolves, but before that happens, I need to know if you are alright with this.’’

Jimin is very much alright with anything at this point. He nods, his nose pressing against Jeongguk’s scent gland, basking in his fresh scent. ‘’I am. I love you, alpha. Please, take me.’’

Jimin can feel how much both of them are trembling in anticipation, both their wolves clawing at their insides, needing each other. Wanting to be as close as ever. They let their primal instincts take over, trusting their senses.

Jeongguk is safe. Alpha is safe. He’s our mate.

Jimin kisses him again, this time with the intention of not letting him go ever again. Jeongguk rises to a crouch on top of the mattress without breaking the kiss, grabbing Jimin under his thighs and pulling him into his body before they fall lightly into the piles of pillows and blankets once again. Jeongguk trails his mouth down from Jimin’s mouth to his jaw and down farther to his neck, sucking and biting before licking the sting away. It makes Jimin’s toes curl in pleasure.

He buries his hands in Jeongguk’s hair, wrapping his legs around his tiny waist, the cold of the inn room no longer bothering him with the heat of his alpha’s body on top of him. He pulls at Jeongguk’s hair until he retreats from his neck with a soft whine, like a chastised pup, and when he looks into his eyes, Jimin lets out a soft laugh. Jeongguk truly looks like a pup with his big, dark eyes and a pout on his face, and Jimin feels so much love and fondness inside him. 

“Say it,” Jimin demands, his voice soft and needy.

“Say what?”

Jimin pulls him closer, the tips of their noses touching.

“Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

Jeongguk kisses his lips, moving back to his neck and kissing him there once more. Teasing his scent gland.

“I love you,” he murmurs against Jimin’s sensitive skin, nipping his scent gland so closely to where Jimin needs him.

“Again.”

“I love you. I love you so much. Jimin. My mate. Let me be a good alpha and take care of you.”

Jimin’s hands find the alpha’s shoulders, and he pushes at his clothes while Jeongguk’s hands fumble with the buttons on Jimin’s shirt as they kiss and scent wildly. All the pent-up emotions bottled up inside Jimin are finally released, pulling him into the tumbling, whirling tides of that primal need. Jimin moans as his shirt is pulled open and warm hands caress his body, touching his flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Jeongguk—Please—” Jimin cries out, arching his body into the hot touch.

Any restraint is long gone from Jimin. He’s ready for anything at this point; Jeongguk’s touch is like a drug. He can feel the wolf inside him, feral and hungry for their mate’s body, pushing him onward and fueling his desperation. He has no patience, so when he gains access to the hard and warm plane of muscle that he’s desperate to touch, to feel against his own skin, he latches onto it like a starved wolf, lapping at Jeongguk’s collarbones, claiming him with teeth and tongue, scenting everywhere he can reach. The possessive move has Jeongguk growling into his mouth as they kiss with abandon, the alpha pushing forward harder and his hand moving down to cup Jimin through the fabric of his pants. The omega keens at the touch, the roar of emotions making his body hypersensitive and aware of how incredibly hot Jeongguk’s skin is, more than usual.

“Jimin— Fuck. I need you, pup. I need to be inside you, darling.”

“Take me, alpha, please—”

Jeongguk pulls back enough to hook his fingers in Jimin’s pants and yank them down, the omega whining as his flushed cock meets the cool air of the room. Jeongguk’s mouth meets the skin of his abdomen, and he cries out as his lips drag downward, nipping, sucking, and kissing his skin as he pushes Jimin’s legs open. His spine arches and his hands bury in Jeongguk’s white hair, crying out as the alpha takes his cock into his mouth, bobbing his head slowly. Jimin looks down and throbs as he meets the alpha’s deep blue eyes, staring at him with so much need and love, it makes Jimin overwhelmed with emotions.

Jeongguk releases him from his lips, his cock falling against his abdomen, wet and shiny with saliva and precum. He licks his way down the shaft and towards his balls, where he takes a few moments to caress and nose at him, scenting him there, in his most tender, vulnerable places. A claim, a display of possession, as he scents Jimin first over his balls, then up the length of his cock and inner thighs. Jimin’s wolf is wild inside him, still reeling from the panic of their alpha being gone. All Jimin wants is to scent and pleasure their mate until nothing else matters. 

Jimin trembles under the touch, making faint pleasurable moans as Jeongguk sucks marks in his inner thighs before making his way downward toward his rim, and it is so wet with slick that it smells like a flower field in the spring.

Once his lips and tongue meet Jimin’s entrance, Jeongguk seems to have lost all semblance of control over himself. He growls low and husky as his hands grip harshly into the pliant flesh of Jimin’s thighs, pushing his legs as wide as he can go as he buries himself in the omega’s sweetness, licking and sucking at the tender muscle. Jimin’s hands palm the back of his head, grabbing at the strands of hair and pushing him in deeper. Jeongguk growls in approval at that, and Jimin adores the fact that his alpha is so good at this, at letting himself be used for the omega’s pleasure. He kisses his rim, his tongue pushing it in and out, sucking and swallowing down the sweet taste of the omega’s slick.

And Jimin is in heaven. 

Jeongguk purrs and growls against him as his mouth works its magic on him, with gentle kisses and long licks, with vibrating growls, harsh sucks, and his thrusting tongue. Jimin can already feel his orgasm coming, but he doesn’t want that. He wants to cum with his alpha buried deep inside him. His hands go from pushing him harder against him to pulling him away by the silken strands of his hair.

"Alpha—Alpha, stop.”

Jeongguk pulls back and looks up at him with a question, his mouth and chin shining with the evidence of Jimin’s arousal. His hands go from gripping to soothing in an instant.

“Did I hurt you?” Jeongguk asks, his voice thick but laced with concern.

“No, pup. I’m perfect. But come here, alpha,” Jimin says as he guides Jeongguk up until their faces are as close as they can be.

The kiss tastes like his slick, and Jimin moans at the thought. His hands slide down Jeongguk’s shoulders and sides until they find his hips. Grabbing at them, Jimin hooks his feet behind the alpha’s thighs, tugging his legs forward and turning them with his hold on his hips, flipping their positions so Jeongguk is on his back and he is straddling him from above. 

‘’This brings me so many memories,’’ he chuckles. ‘’From when we trained together, and you flipped our bodies because you couldn’t accept that I won.’’

Jeongguk snorts, smoothing his hands up Jimin’s hips and sliding them up under the shirt that still hangs open on his body. ‘’Even when we are about to mate, you are still a competitive little shit.’’

‘’That’s why you love me.’’

‘’I love you for so many reasons, you have no idea.’’

‘’Tell me when I’m not about to ride you into tomorrow.’’

Jimin’s fingers work at the alpha’s pants, and he groans at the subtle brushes against his throbbing cock. Jimin tugs the pants down just enough to free Jeongguk’s hard cock, taking him in his hand and leading him to his entrance. 

‘’Wait, hyung. You are not ready—’’ Jeongguk’s hands on his hips try to stop him because Jimin is not prepared to take him just like that.

But Jimin remains completely unbothered as he lines Jeongguk with his entrance and lowers his body, parting himself open on the alpha’s cock with a soft whimper. Jeongguk sits up with urgency at the sound, kissing him softly on the cheek in a soothing manner as Jimin starts to roll his hips. Their mouths meet, and Jimin’s hands find their way back into his white hair, holding him in the kiss as he rides him at a short pace.

Kisses turn to gasps and moans into each other’s mouths, noses brushing, and eyes meeting. Whispered, panting words of love and devotion are passed back and forth between their lips as their bodies join perfectly, coming together like they were always meant to be. 

Two halves of one soul, finally pushing the last boundary to completeness.

Their wolves push for more control. Jimin’s eyes move down and focus on Jeongguk’s neck, lips parting and tongue peeking past the bottom lip, licking over the seam of his mouth as he stares, eyes fixed. And Jeongguk seems to feel it too. That connection they always shared, that primal need pulling at the strings of their fate. He turns his head and tilts his neck, offering himself to Jimin.

Jimin’s entire world zeroes in on the alpha’s neck and the little pulse he can see below the skin. That unmarked flesh bothers him. His mouth waters, and his canines push down into his mouth so hard and suddenly that he bites into his lower lip. But Jimin pays no mind to it. A little sting of pain is nothing compared with years of solitude and bottled-up trauma. He can feel his and Jeongguk’s heartbeat synchronizing, and without letting his mind wander any more, he leans forward and finds the place he wants with his lips. Jeongguk’s rain scent is so strong that Jimin can almost taste it as he parts his lips on a breath, sinking his teeth deeply into the alpha’s neck. Blood floods his mouth as he feels Jeongguk moan and jerk underneath him, the stretch of his knot forming inside his rim, hot cum flooding into him.

Jimin presses a sweet kiss into the skin before pulling back enough to lick at the wound and stop the bleeding, sealing it, healing him. His mate. He’s healing his mate.

Jeongguk is his mate now.

Jimin closes his eyes and turns his head to offer his neck in turn.

One of Jeongguk’s large hands comes up and cups the side of Jimin’s neck, pulling him forward as he leans in and traces his mouth over the smooth, unmarked column of soft skin. His canines extend, and he traces them over Jimin’s neck, choosing a spot to mark. Jimin shivers in anticipation in his hold, wanting his claim to be reciprocated. And then, Jeongguk bites hard, teeth puncturing through the skin and muscle, sinking a deep bite into the skin, Jimin’s body arching into him, clenching around his knot, warm spurts of cum shooting up between their bodies as Jimin’s orgasm overtakes him. He cries out a sound of pain and pleasure all at once, and Jeongguk groans into the bite as his sensitive cock is massaged by Jimin’s insides as he falls apart in the alpha’s hold. 

Jeongguk releases him after a few moments, gently licking over and over the wound he has left behind, letting his saliva heal and stop the bleeding.

When he pulls back, he looks at Jimin and purrs in satisfaction. They meet in a kiss that tastes like blood and their combined scents, rain pouring over a patchouli field. Lips clash and tongues meet as they both hold onto each other in the maelstrom of emotions and instincts, and deeper, more intense connections form between them. Their hearts beat together, and what was once separate is now joined. Their souls meet, and a small thread of connection is formed that neither time, distance, or death can ever break. It is as permanent as the ground beneath their feet and the stars in the sky. They will never be apart again, because no matter how far apart they go, that connection will never be broken. 

Forever, until their souls leave this world, only to find each other again and again.

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Dear, don’t look back anymore

After all those waves have gone by,

even if those countless ‘what if’s torment you,

now you’ll be protecting yourself

Dear, don’t look back anymore

Left behind these memories mixed up so vividly

will be these remaining lives like extras

All you did was just to do your best

☽

‘’There’s nothing we can do about that.’’

‘’But—’’

‘’No buts!’’ Seokjin interrupts Jimin’s complaint with a loud thump on the table. Namjoon casts him an apologetic look, then caresses his kitchen table as if it has been hurt by Seokjin’s outburst. ‘’You have done more than enough. Now focus on your happiness, for the Moon Goddess!’’

Jimin knows that. But there’s still so much to do. He slumps back on his chair, the conversation transforming into background noise as he plays with the bracelet in his wrist.

Jeongguk’s last courting gift.

After their mating, the alpha had gone into rut. The signals were clear, but both had ignored it until Jeongguk woke up feverish and needy after the mating. And Jimin was more than happy to serve his alpha, his mate, through his rut.

After four moons of incessant sex and scenting, Jeongguk had woken Jimin trailing soft kisses down his spine, whispering loving words into the omega’s skin. In that cocoon of rain and patchouli, Jeongguk had given Jimin the bracelet, promising him a proper mating ceremony once they were in the north.

 They will leave soon, after all.

‘’You should have seen the other patron’s faces,’’ Seokjin is saying when Jimin’s focus goes back to the conversation, sensing this is about them. Again. ‘’They thought someone was being slaughtered at the inn.’’

The seven of them are gathered at Namjoon’s library, and the vision makes Jimin’s heart swell with happiness. Yoongi is still a bit weary, but it seems he has grown fond of the other alphas. In particular with Jeongguk. Jimin observes how the omega places a cookie on the younger’s plate, as if sensing he needs to be fed.

It probably is because of Yoongi’s incoming heat, but it pleases his inner omega.

‘’Can you shut up already,’’ Jeongguk whines, hiding his face in his hands. ‘’I was in rut, hyung.’’

‘’If you thought Jimin was loud, you don’t even imagine how Jeongguk sounds— oof! ’’

Luckily for them, Hoseok stops his mate before he keeps teasing them. ‘’Can we go back to the topic at hand?’’

‘’But it is boring!’’ Seokjin whines. ‘’There’s nothing we can do, Namjoon has said the same. We can’t control a toxin from spreading through the forests. And all the omegas have been rescued. The feral alphas are on their own now, they will end up killing each other or dying.’’

‘’No ‘buts’!’’ Taehyung points a finger to Jimin even before he moves a single muscle, making him jump on his chair at the sudden raise of his voice.

‘’I wasn’t going to say anything!’’

‘’My soulmate senses tell me otherwise.’’

Jimin sticks his tongue at the alpha, both of them falling into quiet laughter after Namjoon comes back with a tray of steaming teacups.

‘’I made you the same tea you asked the other day, and for Jimin something a bit stronger. Hope you enjoy it,’’ he says, placing a cup in front of Jimin with a dimpled smile. Namjoon sits beside Taehyung, putting the tray in the middle of the table so each of them pick up their own cup. ‘’Now, let’s go back to the toxin. I’ve searched through every tome in the library, but there’s nothing that matches the description of that mushroom colony you found at the southern caves. It’s as if it doesn’t exist in any record.’’

Jimin sighs after taking a sip of his tea, the strong taste of spices filling his taste buds. He closes his eyes, his shoulders deflating. ‘’I appreciate all your efforts. Every one of you has been so involved in this, even when you didn’t need to do anything. But well, it seems we are facing something beyond our understanding, and, as Seokjin said, the feral alphas will end up dying. There’s no way to know if there is a cure, or if they would want to be saved. It is out of our hands, now. I’m happy that the omegas are safe, that has always been my priority.’’

‘’So, what would you do know?’’ Taehyung asks. His face doesn’t show it, but Jimin can smell it in his scent. He’s sad. ‘’Do both of you still plan to go to the north?’’

Jimin nods, hugging his friend. This is the moment he was fearing the most, after all. Now it is inevitable. Jimin can’t stay in this city, not for long periods of time. There’s still a weird guilt in his heart that makes it hard for him to enjoy life in a place like this. And Taehyung has started to build a life with Namjoon here, at Seori. 

Now, Jimin finds himself facing a bittersweet farewell, not only with Taehyung, but with the others as well. 

‘’I’m sorry—’’

‘’Don’t!’’ Taehyung grins with a sniffle. ‘’Don’t you ever feel sorry for choosing your happiness! This is your life, Minnie. And I’m so proud of everything you have achieved in the past moons. I only wish for you to choose what feels right.’’

‘’I’m going to miss you so fucking much,’’ Jimin sobs, not being able to hold his tears back. He nuzzles into Taehyung’s neck, inhaling his fresh pine scent, soaking the alpha’s shirt with tears. ‘’Every one of you. You are my pack. The only one that matters to me. But my mate needs me for this. Please, understand.’’

Taehyung presses a kiss to his hair, his voice wet with tears. ‘’Of course I understand, love. Jeonggukkie has unfinished business back in his clan, that’s something I already knew. Don’t feel guilty for leaving us here, okay? Just promise to come back soon,’’ he winks, wiping away Jimin’s tears with his knuckles. ‘’Joonie can be a bit boring when he’s focused on his books, I will need my dose of Jimin from time to time.’’

‘’I heard that!’’ Namjoon says with a laugh, and Jimin looks back at him with a sad smile. ‘’I’ll take care of Taehyung, so don’t worry. And I promise to keep him entertained, so he doesn’t feel your absence that much.’’

‘’Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.’’

Later, that night, when Jimin is resting beside Jeongguk in his nest—now their nest—, he wonders if he will miss the bustling cities. There’s a part of him that considers Seokjin’s inn his home, too. Namjoon’s library, the market, the bathhouse. Even Yoonsu’s pack. Each place he has visited since he escaped his village has been his home, in some way.

He formed bonds with a lot of different wolves on their journey, but there’s still one last place they both need to visit.

Jeongguk needs to face his father, the leader of his clan, and maybe once the alpha is freed from his own demons, they can finally rest and live a peaceful life somewhere.

Even though Jimin knows that won’t be easy, since both of them are naturally drawn to the forests.

☽

‘’Are we there yet?’’

The wagon wobbles, the uneven path making the trip a pain in the ass—quite literally—to Jimin.

They’ve been traveling for too many moons, Jimin has lost count. The journey to the north ventured through the diverse landscapes that lie between Seori and the northern lands. They traversed bustling market towns, crossed expansive fields, and navigated dense woodlands full of trees Jimin had never seen in his life. Each step brought them closer to the unknown territories of Jeongguk’s clan, and every mile marked a new chapter in their shared tale.

The path they are following right now, sitting in the wagon of a northerner wolf they met in a village before heading up into the mountains, is carved through ancient forests, where sunlight filters through the towering canopy above. The air carries the scent of the mountains in the first days of spring, reminiscing Jimin of his dreams, and the distant calls of birds and other wild animals accompany them on their journey. Jeongguk shares stories of his clan, their traditions, and the unique beauty of the northern lands from time to time, entertaining Jimin and preparing him for the life that awaits him in his future life.

Days turn into nights as they camp under starlit skies, the crackling of the campfire providing a comforting backdrop to their conversations. Jimin marvels at the vastness of the landscapes they encounter on their trip, from serene lakes reflecting the moon’s glow to rugged mountain passes that test their resilience while in wolf form.

In quaint villages along the way, they were welcomed by warm hospitality. They made a stop at the Kim pack, asking for a boat to cross the river. The alpha who had offered his help had shared tales of local legends, and the duo learned about the customs of each pack they passed through.

Now, as they approach the northern lands, the landscape transforms into a realm of pristine beauty. Snow-capped peaks rise in the distance, and the air grows crisper with each breath. Jeongguk’s excitement is palpable as they near his clan’s territory, his rain scent sweetening and the way he speaks more enthusiastically makes Jimin smile and laugh so hard, he feels his cheeks hurt.

The anticipation of a new beginning in the north fuels their spirits, even when Jimin knows that what awaits them there might not be pleasant.

He knows the challenges Joengguk had to face while growing up, how his father rejected him upon presenting at such a young age. And yet, Jeongguk seems happy to be back.

‘’It is because I have you by my side,’’ he said one night as they lay under the canopy of trees, the stars observing them from above. ‘’Nothing can go wrong if you are beside me, my love.’’

The kind alpha merchant stops his wagon close to the Jeon clan boundaries. Jeongguk insists on paying him for his services, but the alpha refuses with a smile, saying that it costs nothing to be kind to others.

The path separates there, and Jimin observes the wagon retiring down the path to a close village in a valley.

‘’That’s the Kang pack,’’ Jeongguk says. ‘’Our clan used to have a close relationship with them. Their village is full of traders, they travel across the forests and villages and even to the city. But my father closed our clan borders, so we lost contact with them decades ago.’’

‘’Why did he do that?’’ Jimin asks as they begin to climb the path to the Jeon clan. 

‘’He’s always been a fucking traditionalist,’’ Jeongguk says, letting out a frustrated sigh. ‘’He believes in preserving our customs, our way of life, even if it means shutting his entire clan off from the outside world. He was once a revered leader, but with time, he developed a deep-seated aversion to progress and an unwavering commitment to the preservation of our heritage. So he just closed the borders of the clan, severing trade ties with our neighboring packs. He probably fears that outside influences will dilute our traditions or something. As if that would erode the essence of who the true wolves are. It has always bothered me, and I plan to change that, if he allows me to take over.’’

‘’Is that what you want? To be Head Alpha?’’

Jeongguk remains silent, pensive for a moment, but he shakes his head, sharing a wry smile with Jimin. ''I was never interested in being the Head Alpha. I was trained to be, but I have my own desires and future plans. But if I have to do it, for the sake of my people, then I will take over and be Head Alpha.’’

A flock of birds flies over the forest, their chirps echoing on the road. Jimin looks at his alpha, his mate, with awe as he walks alongside him. The path beneath their feet mirrors the dichotomy within the Jeon clan—tradition on one side, progress on the other.

‘’We’re reaching the clan border soon,’’ Jeongguk says, then laughs. ‘’I’ve been away for a long time, I wonder if they will even recognize me.’’

‘’You are impossible to forget,’’ Jimin nudges his side with a grin.

‘’Because I’m pretty, funny and strong?’’

Jimin giggles. ‘’Because you are an annoying pup— oof! ’’

‘’You better behave,’’ Jeongguk cackles after playfully smacking Jimin’s ass. ‘’I’m soon to be Head Alpha, I could send you out of my pack for treating like that!’’

‘’You forget that if you are Head Alpha, then I’m Head Omega,’’ Jimin puffs his chest, putting his arms on his hips. ‘’I could do the same.’’

They banter continue as they approach the clan border, laughter soon replaced by the solemn atmosphere that hangs in the air. There’s a subtle scent at the boundary, marked by a grand wooden arch with elaborate carvings adorning it, depicting scenes from the Jeon clan’s history and symbols representing their customs. 

‘’What is that scent?’’ Jimin asks.

‘’A wolf has marked its territory not long ago,’’ Jeongguk says, stopping in front of a building beside the arch. ‘’There are usually two alphas guarding the entrance. One in wolf form surveys the forest boundaries, while another stands guard from the tower. But there’s no one right now.’’

‘’Do you think something happened to them?’’ Jimin pauses before the arch, its gracefully curved roof and finely detailed eaves casting a shadow over the path as if bridging the gap between the clan’s territory and the outside world. 

Jeongguk shakes his head, coming to stand beside him, his scent a bit troubled. Jimin presses closer to him, running his nose through his shoulder in a soothing manner. ‘’They probably saw us coming. The tower allows the guards to overlook the expanse beyond the border. The scent marking is recent, but it smells friendly. They are welcoming us.’’

☽

They emerge from the forest that stretches between the clan’s border and its entrance, approaching the gateway to the heart of the clan. Jeongguk’s scent is a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, and the air resonates with the quiet rustling of leaves.

Eerie and peaceful, as if they are completely alone. But Jimin knows they are not, he can sense it. They are being observed, from every angle.

By wolves.

As they near the clan entrance, Jimin can hear the sound of paws softly stepping on the ground, distant whines and yips, as if some of them are trying to reach the pair, probably young and curious wolves, but they are being stopped by their elders.

A young girl awaits them at the entrance. An alpha, judging by her strong scent of wood. Her hair is white, just like Jeongguk. She stands with an air of quiet confidence, dressed in traditional attire that mirrors the customs of the clan. Her eyes, sharp and observant, meet Jeongguk’s with a mix of recognition and curiosity.

And Jeongguk’s scent soars in a surge of emotions upon seeing the familiar face, quickening his pace. The young alpha steps forward, her gaze shifting momentarily to Jimin with curiosity before returning to Jeongguk. 

Her eyes widen when they focus on Jeongguk’s neck. ‘’Jeongguk sunbaenim . Welcome back,’’ she greets, her voice a gentle blend of warmth and formality. ‘’The clan has been eagerly awaiting your return.’’

Jeongguk, smiling in response, embraces the young alpha. ‘’Thank you, Yunjin. It’s been a while, how have you been?’’

Yunjin, though maintaining a composed demeanor, reveals a glimmer of relief in her eyes. ‘’I’ve been good. We missed you, you know? Haesoo-nim has been insufferable at the dojo since you left. Now he makes me give orders to the pups.’’

‘’You are an instructor now?’’ Jeongguk exclaims, then turns to Jimin when he sees the omega hiding behind his back. Jimin doesn’t mean to interrupt the scene, but the alpha doesn’t seem pleased with the fact that he’s hiding. His scent turns proud when Yunjin looks from head to toe at the omega, her gaze settling back on his neck, raising an eyebrow in silent question. ‘’Yunjin-ah, let me introduce you to Park Jimin. My mate.’’

‘’So the rumors were true,’’ she says with a snicker, bowing formally at Jimin. ‘’It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jimin-ssi. My name is Jeon Yunjin, alpha from the Jeon clan. I was once a companion to Jeongguk when we trained at the dojo.’’

Jimin bows too, imitating the gesture as best he can. ‘’It’s a pleasure to meet you.’’

‘’You are not from the north,’’ Yunjin says with a sniffle. ‘’And you smell strong, for an omega.’’

‘’Yunjin,’’ Jeongguk warns. 

‘’What? I’m just curious about our new Head Omega,’’ Yunjin grins. ‘’He’s pretty and seems strong. He will fit just perfectly fine.’’

‘’Wait, what do you mean by new Head Omega? Did something happen to my mother?’’ Jeongguk asks, nervous. ‘’You don’t even know why we are here.’’

Yunjin lifts a brow, looking between Jeongguk and Jimin wide eyed. ‘’You haven't’ heard the news?’’ At Jeongguk’s denial, Yunjin whistles. ‘’Then you are here just in time.’’

‘’Yunjin, what’s going on?’’

‘’Your father has passed away. Welcome back, Head Alpha Jeongguk.’’

☽

‘’The elders wish to speak with you at the clan hall. They have been informed of your arrival,’’ Yunjin exchanges brief glances with Jimin and Jeongguk as they walk towards the clan hall. ‘’Seomin and Chaewon where standing guard when they saw both of you coming this way, that’s why the gates where unsupervised.’’

The clan hall is positioned just beyond the entrance and serves as a necessary passage for all entering the clan territory, standing as a testament to the heritage and authority of the clan. The architecture bears the distinct markings of traditional designs, with wooden beams and intricate carvings adorning the structure.

As they step into the clan hall, the atmosphere shifts. The scent of polished wood and the soft glow of lanterns suspended from the ceiling greets them, each wooden plank beneath their feet seemingly whispering tales of the clan’s past.

The hall’s entrance opens into a spacious area adorned with ancestral paintings and symbols representing the lineage of the Jeon clan—at least that’s what Jimin supposses. The walls tell stories of battles, celebrations, and the traditions upheld by generations. A few clusters of cherry blossom trees, almost in full bloom, add a touch of natural beauty to the surroundings.

Tapestries, woven with intricate patterns and vibrant colors, hang from the walls, showcasing the Jeon clan’s rich cultural heritage. The floor, polished to a sheen, reflects the warm hues of lantern light. The air is filled with a sense of reverence and Jimin feels welcomed into the place as if he belonged here since birth.

He does, but only because his mother was a Jeon wolf.

Yunjin guides them to the heart of the hall, where a large room awaits them—the chamber where the clan elders reunite. Positioned on either side of the entrance stand two alpha guards, white hair and stoic expressions, their weapons displayed prominently on their sashes.

As they approach them, the guards acknowledge their presence—Jeongguk’s presence—with respectful nods. One of them opens the heavy wooden door for them with a bow.

Yunjin enters the chamber first, stepping forward and bowing respectfully at the group of elderly alphas and omegas inside the room. ‘’Elders, Head Alpha Jeongguk has returned.’’

The air in the room carries a mixture of solemnity and expectation as the elders turn their attention toward the two of them, their scents neutral but their expressions showing scrutiny. One of them, in particular, seems to be fixated on Jimin, examining his entire body until their eyes meet. He’s an omega with long, white hair and kind eyes, recognition crossing his face briefly before fading as quickly as it showed up.

Jimin’s inner wolf tilts its head in curiosity, tail softly wagging.

Another elder, this one with a luxurious kind of mantle covering his shoulders and denoting his seniority, steps forward, gesturing for Jeongguk to sit at the center of the table. ‘’Welcome back, Jeongguk-ssi. Your return was long awaited,’’ the elder turns to Yunjin, addressing her with familiarity in his voice. ‘’Yunjin-ah, could you please bring us a chair for the omega?’’

Yunjin bows respectfully and leaves the room quickly to grab another chair for Jimin, positioning it beside the chair where Jeongguk—the Head Alpha—will sit.

 ‘’Thank you, Sihyuk-nim,’’ Jeongguk says once they are accommodated, letting out a long sigh. ‘’I’m glad to be back, but excuse me if I am a bit… overwhelmed, to say the least. What happened while I was out?’’

 ‘’I regret to inform you that the former clan leader, Jeon Jeonhwan, your father, has passed away recently,’’ Sihyuk says after a moment of hesitation, looking between Jeongguk and Jimin. ‘’It was a sudden death, not even the priests could foresee it when he last visited the temple.’’

Jeongguk’s expression remains composed, though a wave of emotions stirs within him. Jimin can feel it in their bond, in his scent, and in the way his hands start to shake under the table. Jimin places his hand on top of the alpha’s in silent reassuring. The news of his father’s passing marks a pivotal moment for Jeongguk, one that will change the trajectory of his life.

‘’How did he die?’’ Jeongguk asks in a whisper, lacing his fingers with Jimin’s.

The elders look at each other, as if deliberating how to share the news with them. Sihyuk clears his throat. ‘’He killed himself. Your mother found him when she was returning home from the orchard.’’

‘’Oh, Moon Goddess,’’ Jimin gasps, his gaze turning to Jeongguk. The alpha stares ahead, at the group of elders with his brow furrowed.

‘’What an idiot,’’ Jeongguk grumbles, closing his eyes and pressing his head against his fist, shaking his head. ‘’I apologize. I know we should honor the ones who have passed away. But appa , he—’’ the alpha’s voice breaks, and Jimin can see how hard he is trying to suppress the tears. ‘’We never had a good relationship. He never loved me, or my eomma. And now he just—He just killed himself, letting his pack just like that—He’s a coward.’’

‘’Jeongguk-ah,’’ Jimin pulls him closer, embracing him and running his nose through his hair, forgetting about the presences in the room as he comforts his mate. Tears wet his shirt when Jeongguk turns his head to scent Jimin, his large body shaking in his arms. And Jimin’s heart breaks.

It must be so painful. Knowing that the person who raised you, who was supposed to love you and give you a life of happiness while growing up, is now gone. Jeongguk has been denied of something that every pup needs while growing up, and Jimin is even surprised that the alpha has turned into someone so caring and sweet. 

Taehyung’s father wasn’t a good alpha, but he at least pretended to care. Jeongguk’s father didn’t even care. To him, his pup was a necessity to continue their bloodline. 

They remain like that until Jeongguk stops crying, sniffling and drying his tears with his shirt sleeve, bowing his head to the elders and muting his apologies. The elders just stare at him, solemn and scents neutral.

The omega elder with long hair speaks with a measured tone. ‘’In light of your return, Jeongguk-ssi, the elders have deliberated. It is with great respect and trust in your abilities that we announce your new role as the clan leader.’’

The weight of the announcement hangs in the air, and the room falls silent again. 

With a deep breath, Jeongguk nods. ‘’I am humbled by your trust. And I will do my best to honor the traditions of our clan and guide us toward a prosperous future. But we need to discuss a lot of things, and we are tired after the long trip. Can we… postpone all this Head Alpha shit for a few days?’’

The elders scowl at Jeongguk’s language but, with a collective nod, welcome their new Head Alpha into his role. 

‘’Your old home is unused. You both could accommodate there. But I suggest you visit Head Omega Hyejin first, she has missed you so much, Head Alpha Jeongguk,’’ the omega elder says, turning to Jimin with a subtle smile on his face. ‘’And she would love to meet your mate. What is your name, young omega?’’

‘’Park Jimin,’’ he says, bowing to the elder with respect. There’s something about the omega that makes him feel warm. As if his inner wolf recognizes this omega. There’s something familiar in him, even though Jimin has never seen him.

‘’I see,’’ the elder says, rubbing his chin. ‘’You are—’’

‘’Hyun-nim,’’ Sihyuk interrupts. ‘’Our guest must be tired. You can talk to him tomorrow. Now, please, if you excuse us.’’

The elders stand in unison, leaving the room in silence, their quiet steps resonating through the hall.

Silence again, only broken by Jeongguk’s long sigh as he slumps on top of the table. Jimin rubs his back, and the alpha groans. ‘’We have been here for less than an hour and the only thing I want right now is to lie down in bed and sleep.’’

''Oh, but you can’t do that,’’ Jimin says, then snickers, pressing his lips to Jeongguk’s ear and biting it playfully. ‘’ Head Alpha. ’’

Jeongguk turns his head, looking at Jimin with a mischievous grin. ‘’Be careful, pup. Or I will have to punish you.’’

Jimin opens his mouth to answer, but his words die on his tongue when a cough interrupts their banter. Jimin turns around to find Yunjin waiting for them at the door, arms crossed and hip crooked. 

‘’If you two are done with being disgusting,’’ she says with a snort. ‘’I will guide you to Head Omega Hyejin.’’

They stand up, following Yunjin. They cross the clan hall and step into the vast expanse of clan grounds. Jimin has never seen a scene like the one that is unfolding before his eyes. Cherry blossom trees, with their delicate pink blossoms in various stages of bloom, dot the landscape. A carpet of fallen petals adorns the ground, creating a soft and ethereal pathway. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of the blossoms, carried by a gentle breeze that whispers through the branches. 

The clan grounds, expansive and meticulously tended, features meandering pathways lined with vibrant wildflowers that heralds the arrival of spring. The soft hues of pinks, whites, and yellows paints a picturesque scene, while the verdant grass beneath their feet hints at the promise of warmer days.

Wooden structures stand proudly against the backdrop of the blooming landscape. The eaves of the buildings display intricate carvings, and the sliding doors are adorned with symbolic motifs representing the clan’s values and history.

‘’Are those your homes?’’ Jimin asks in wonder, his eyes reflecting the spring sun rays.

Jeongguk nods, placing his warm hand on Jimin’s lower back, guiding him through another pathway. ‘’They are. In our language, they are called hanok. ’’

‘’They are so beautiful. Your clan is so beautiful.’’

They arrive at what seems to be the central courtyard, a serene pond reflecting the azure sky above. Koi fish glide gracefully beneath the surface, their movements creating ripples that mirror the tranquility of the clan grounds. Stone lanterns, adorned with moss, stand sentinel along the pathways, awaiting the evening when they will cast a soft glow upon the surroundings.

The distant sound of a waterfall adds to the melody of nature, creating a harmonious symphony that envelops the clan grounds. Yunjin guides them through the captivating landscape, her footsteps echoing the rhythmic pulse of the changing seasons.

As they traverse the clan grounds, Jimin can’t help but observe the timeless beauty that adorns every corner. The early spring foliage and the blossoming cherry trees marks the beginning of a new chapter, a season of growth, and the blending of tradition with the ever-changing tapestry of life within the clan.

Jimin is happy here, in such a beautiful place where he can roam freely, where there aren’t loud sounds or large crowds. It’s peaceful, it smells like nature. And everything reminds him of Jeongguk. As if the alpha carries the core essence of his pack in his way of talking and walking.

Jeongguk is his pack. He is this place, Jimin’s new home.

☼

Jeongguk can feel how happy Jimin is. Not only because of their bond, the omega smells so sweet that Jeongguk only wants to have him alone in his hanok and scent him from head to toe.

And maybe he also wants to fuck him until Jimin can only articulate his name.

But that will have to wait.

As they approach Jeongguk’s family home, hidden among the towering trees that shielded him from his sight for so long, a flood of memories wash over him. The once familiar path leading to the house seems to stretch out before him like a bridge to his past.

There is a mixture of trepidation and anticipation in his scent, and judging by the way Jimin smiles at him, it’s so obvious he can’t mask it anymore. He is happy to be back, but he wishes the circumstances were better.

He wishes his father was alive.

There are mixed feelings about that wish. Is not that he missed his father, or that he loved him. Maybe he did, in his own way. Is just that now he’s gone. And Jeongguk can’t face him like he was planning to do. The weight of conflicting emotions press upon him like a heavy cloak. The news of his father’s death, coupled with the memories of his tumultuous childhood, stir a tempest of feelings within him.

Guilt gnaws at Jeongguk’s conscience, a relentless reminder of the wounds left by his father’s actions. The abuse he had endured during his pup years has left scars both physical and emotional, scars that still linger despite the passage of time, and that won’t disappear.

Mixed with the guilt is a sense of relief—a relief that his father’s reign of terror has come to an end, that he would no longer be haunted by the specter of his past. But even amidst the relief, there is a tinge of regret—a regret that he has never found the courage to confront his father, to hold him accountable for the pain he had inflicted. And now it’s too late.

Jeongguk’s scent turns into a turbulent rainstorm. As he stands beside Jimin in the quiet embrace of the clan grounds, he grapples with the weight of his emotions, searching for solace amidst the storm.

But his mate, as always, seems to be sensing the turmoil within him. Jimin offers a supportive presence, a beacon of understanding in the darkness of uncertainty with his gentle touch and reassuring words, standing next to his side, a steadfast reminder that he is not alone in this.

The death of his father marks the end of a chapter—a chapter filled with pain and suffering, but also with resilience and growth. Jeongguk finds strength in the knowledge that he is no longer bound by the chains of his past, that he can forge a new path forward, one defined by healing and forgiveness.

And with Jimin’s unwavering support, Jeongguk can take a tentative step forward, his heart heavy with the weight of his past but hopeful for the possibilities that lie ahead. As they walk together through the tranquil path leading to his mother’s home, Jeongguk’s mixed feelings find a semblance of peace amidst the whispers of the wind and the gentle rustle of leaves—a peace born from the acceptance of his past and the promise of a brighter future.

Once they reach the door, Jeongguk takes a deep breath before turning to Jimin. ‘’Can you wait here for me for a moment? I wish to see my eomma alone, just for a minute.’’

‘’Of course, Jeongguk,’’ Jimin nods understandingly, offering a reassuring smile. ‘’Take your time, I’ll be right here.’’

After pressing a lovingly kiss to Jimin’s lips, Jeongguk takes a deep breath and slides the door open, stepping into the dimly lit interior. The air is thick with the scent of wood and memories, each corner holding echoes of a past he has long tried to forget.

The familiar sights, sounds and scents envelop him—the creak of floorboards beneath his feet, the soft glow of lantern light casting dancing shadows on the wall, the faint scent of his mother leading him to where she usually spends most of her time. 

As Jeongguk moves through the corridor, he feels the weight of years bearing down on him. When he steps into the main room, he’s met with the sight of his mother sitting amidst a cluster of pillows, engrossed in a book, her sweet scent calm and peaceful. Dust motes dance in the air, caught in the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the windows, embracing around her and illuminating the serene expression on her face.

For a moment, Jeongguk stands rooted to the spot, the presence of his mother stirring a kaleidoscope of emotions within him. It’s been so long since he last saw her, that he almost forgot what she looks like. Despite the passage of time and the distance that had grown between them, her presence still evokes a sense of comfort that he didn’t know he was yearning for.

Hyejin looks up from her book, startled at first, but soon her gaze turns tender.

‘’Jeongguk-ah,’’ she greets softly, her voice a soothing melody in the stillness of the room. ‘’Is that you?’’

Jeongguk’s throat tightens with emotion as he approaches her, his footsteps echoing in the hushed atmosphere. ‘’Eomma,’’ he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, a lifetime of unspoken words seems to pass between them. Memories of a childhood marked by turmoil and a mother’s steadfast love floods Jeongguk’s mind, mingling with the weight of his father’s absence and the burden of his own guilt.

As he draws closer, Jeongguk feels a surge of longing—a longing for connection, for understanding, for the chance to bridge the chasm that has grown between them. His mother, sensing his inner turmoil, reaches out a hand, a silent invitation for him to join her amidst the pillows.

She’s inviting us to her nest.

With a hesitant nod, Jeongguk sinks down beside her, the warmth of her presence enveloping him like a comforting embrace. For a moment, they sit in shared silence, the weight of their unspoken truths hanging in the air.

Then, as if sensing the need for release, Hyejin speaks softly, her words infused with the quiet strength of a mother’s love. ‘’I've missed you, my pup,’’ she says, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. ‘’I've missed having you here with me.’’

Tears well in Jeongguk’s eyes as he looks at his mother, the walls he had built around his heart crumbling in the face of her unconditional love. After all this time, she still loves him. ‘’I've missed you too, eomma,’’ he admits, his voice thick with emotion.

In that moment, as they sit together amidst the pillows and the gentle sunlight, Jeongguk feels the weight of his burdens begin to lift. The journey home has finally led him to this pivotal moment—a moment of reconciliation, of forgiveness, and of the enduring bond between a mother and her pup.

‘’My pup,’’ she embraces Jeongguk, her sweet flowery scent evoking so many memories. He nuzzles into her, enjoying the closeness, the hug from a mother he has missed so much. ‘’It's been so long since you left. I’ve often wondered where you’ve been all this time.’’

Jeongguk shifts in her embrace, the weight of his mother’s gaze heavy upon him when they lock eyes again. Memories of his journey, filled with hardship, tugs at the corners of his mind, each moment etched with the indelible mark of experience.

‘’I...I’ve been traveling,’’ he says, his words tentative as he struggles to find the right way to explain his absence. ‘’Exploring new places, meeting new people. Trying to find my way.’’

Hyejin nods, her eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and compassion. ‘’It must have been quite the journey. But you’re here now.’’

Jeongguk offers a side smile, his heart swelling with a sense of gratitude for his mother’s unconditional acceptance. 

‘’Yes, I’m here,’’ he replies, his voice tinged with emotion. ‘’And I’m ready to start anew. The elders have already told me. About—About appa.’’

Hyejin gaze travels around the room, avoiding Jeongguk. She lets out a sad sigh, her scent turning watery. ‘’I knew it would happen, sooner or later. He was starting to act weird.’’

‘’Did something happen in the pack?’’ he asks, sitting closer to his mother, offering silent reassurance. This topic must be hard for her.

Hyejin shakes her head, a sad smile on her face. ‘’I think he was sick. He often woke up in the middle of the night, haunted by nightmares. He tended to sit alone on the porch, and look at the mountains. I think it was his wolf, the one sick. He lost his scent, one day.’’

‘’Are you saying that his wolf abandoned him?’’

Hyejin nods. ‘’Losing one’s wolf is like losing our souls. So he couldn’t live like that. I went to the orchard that morning. I planned to bake an apple cake for him, since it’s his favorite, to cheer him up. But when I came back—’’ Jeongguk sees how his mother’s body shakes at the memory. ‘’I think it’s for the best. He wasn’t happy, his wolf abandoned him, and the elders didn’t trust him anymore to lead the clan. Maybe now he can find happiness and peace. There will be a mourning ceremony this full moon, so you arrived just in time.’’

‘’I’m sorry,’’ Jeongguk says, voice thick with tears. ‘’I’m so sorry for leaving. For leaving you here alone. For being selfish—’’

Hyejin hugs him, places a small hand on his hair, petting him like she used to do when he was a pup. ‘’Don’t be, my pup. You choose your happiness, and I’m grateful for that. I’m so happy you are back,’’ she looks at Jeongguk’s neck, where his mating mark is, with a happy smile. ‘’Do they treat you well?’’

Jeongguk nods, smiling too. ‘’He’s waiting outside.’’

‘’Oh!’’ Hyejin lets out a giggle. ‘’Then please tell him to come in. I’ll prepare some tea, go!’’

As Hyejin gracefully excuses herself to prepare some tea, leaving Jeongguk sitting on the cushion nest, a brief moment of silence envelops the room, punctuated only by the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. Jeongguk lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was containing, the weight on his shoulders evaporating as the soft melody of his mother’s humming and the clinking sounds of tea cups being placed on top of the counter transport him back to his childhood. To happy memories.

Jeongguk stands up and approaches the main door, sliding it open. When he looks outside, he sees Jimin seated on one of the benches, admiring the cherry-tree blooms. His scent is vibrant, and Jeongguk takes advantage of the opportunity to silently look at him.

Sitting there with shadows cast across his body, smelling so lovely and happy, Jeongguk believes Jimin is an angel.

‘’Hyung.’’ When Jeongguk calls, Jimin gets up on the bench, worried. ‘’Did I scare you?’’

Jimin giggles as he walks to his side. ‘’I was deep in thought, and I didn’t hear you come. How was it?’’

Jeongguk hugs his mate, humming as he scents him, playfully nibbling his ear. ‘’Were you thinking about me?’’

‘’Maybe I was.’’ Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s waist. They stand there in silence, enjoying each other’s touch.

‘’Would you mind joining us inside? My eomma wants to meet you.’’

Jimin nods, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips. Stepping forward, he follows him inside. There’s a sense of warmth and belonging that envelops Jeongguk as he looks at Jimin entering the cozy ambiance of his home. The air is tinged with the comforting aroma of brewing tea, and the gentle hum of Hyejin’s singing voice fills the space as they enter the kitchen.

‘’Eomma,’’ Jeongguk says to catch her attention, and Hyejin turns to them with a soft smile. Her gaze automatically focuses on Jimin, standing shyly beside Jeongguk, his patchouli scent tinging with nervousness as he looks at her. 

‘’Oh, my,’’ Hyejin says, walking close to them, her eyes never leaving Jimin. ‘’What is your name?’’

‘’My name is Park Jimin,’’ he bows politely, having caught up in Jeongguk’s clan traditions. Hyejin lifts her hands to stop him, looking at Jeongguk, but he shakes his head. Let him do it , he silently pleas. ‘’It is a pleasure to meet you.’’

‘’I am Jeon Hyejin,’’ she bows too, then lets out an airy laugh. ‘’Please don’t be so polite. I’m just a mother. And you are my pup’s mate, so you are family.’’

‘’I— Thank you, Hyejin-ssi.’’

‘’Please call me eomma—’’

In a tender moment of serendipity, Hyejin’s gaze falls upon Jimin’s wrist, where the glimmer of the delicate bracelet Jimin wears seems to catch her eye. Recognition dawns upon her, and a soft gasp escapes her lips as she reaches out to touch the familiar piece of jewelry.

Jimin, sensing the depth of emotion in her gaze, meets her eyes with a mixture of understanding and empathy. Before he can even speak, Hyejin pulls him into a heartfelt embrace, her tears mingling with a smile of profound gratitude.

‘’Oh, my dear pup,’’ she murmurs, her voice choking with emotion as she holds him close. ‘’I'm so happy...so happy that my Jeonggukkie has found someone who loves him like I never could.’’

Her words hang in the air, a poignant acknowledgment of the unspoken pain that has lingered between them for so long. As she caresses Jimin’s cheek with trembling hands, her love and acceptance wash over Jeongguk like a gentle tide, soothing the wounds of the past. He reaches out to grasp Hyejin’s hand, joining their embrace as he wraps his arms around his mate and his mother, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude. In that tender moment of connection, amidst the shared embrace of his new family, a family that was meant to be, Jeongguk finds solace in the realization that love, in its many forms, has the power to mend even the deepest of wounds.

As they hold each other close, surrounded by the soft glow of the dusk sunlight and the comforting presence of one another, Jeongguk’s childhood home becomes a sanctuary—a place where past hurts are transformed into moments of healing, and where the bonds of love and understanding flourish in the gentle embrace of forgiveness.

As they wait for Hyejin to return with the tea, Jeongguk exchanges brief glances with Jimin, sitting at the table in the center of the room, their eyes conveying a shared sense of gratitude. The air seems charged with the promise of new beginnings, the weight of past hardships gradually giving way to the possibility of renewed connections and cherished moments.

Hyejin returns moments later, a tray of steaming tea cups balanced delicately in her hands. 

‘’Now, enough crying,’’ she says, her voice a soothing melody in the tranquil atmosphere of the room. ‘’Let’s drink this while you tell me about your adventures.’’

As they settle in for tea, the three of them share stories and laugh together, their conversation flowing naturally as they form new ties and deepen existing ones. In that brief moment, within the comfortable embrace of love and familial affection, Jeongguk feels a sense of serenity wash over him—a peace born of knowing he is surrounded by those who love him unconditionally. As he sips his tea, he knows that no matter what challenges lie ahead, he will confront them with the unshakable support of those who love him the most.

☽

If Jimin thought that the Jeon clan lands looked stunning during the daytime, nothing could have prepared him for the nighttime. 

Jeongguk is walking beside him, leading him through the winding paths of the clan grounds. The moon casts a soft, ethereal glow upon them, illuminating their way with a gentle luminescence. With each step, Jimin can smell how Jeongguk’s rain scent begins to change.

‘’Where are we going?’’ Jimin asks in the quiet of the night, glancing at the alpha. ‘’You’ve been oddly quiet since we left your mother’s home.’’

‘’It’s a secret,’’ Jeongguk grins at him. ‘’Look, we are almost there.’’

There’s a hanok nestled among the cherry trees at the end of the path, standing sentinel over the grounds. It’s not as big as Hyejin’s hanok, or any other they have seen. It is a tiny home, its wooden doors weathered by years of sun and rain. Jimin takes in the sight with wonder, marveling at the beauty and simplicity of the hanok.

Jeongguk slides open the door, and the faint scent of petrichor greets them.

‘’Is this your home?’’ Jimin turns to him once they step over the threshold, removing their boots. Their footsteps echo softly against the wooden floors. It is dark, but Jeongguk moves with familiarity across the main entrance, searching for something. Soon enough, the warm glow of a watercress light bathes the room, its pale green light casting soft, flickering shadows that dance across the wooden walls.

‘’It used to be, yes.’’

Jimin’s eyes sweep over the furnishing and decor, from the low-slung wooden table at the main room to the intricately carved chests. There’s a weapon hanging rack, now empty, but Jimin is sure it used to store Jeongguk’s swords. 

‘’You lived here before leaving the clan, right?’’ Jimin asks, gently touching the cushions in a corner of the room. 

Jeongguk nods, his voice quiet. ‘’This is where he made me live once I presented as an alpha. I know is not a big house, or homely enough, but I want it to be our home.’’

‘’Jeongguk, you forgot I used to live in a cottage where probably only three adult wolves could stand. This is a pretty place. It is your home. It doesn’t matter if it’s big or luxurious. If you are here with me, then it is perfect.’’

Strong arms wrap around Jimin’s waist, and he’s pulled into Jeongguk’s chest. He closes his eyes, basking in the warmth of the alpha, in his scent, on his heartbeat. 

‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’

‘’That’s impossible,’’ Jeongguk snickers, then presses his lips to Jimin’s mating mark, making him shudder. ‘’Let me show you the bedroom.’’

The bedroom is bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight filtering through curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow upon the floor when Jeongguk slides open the door.

Jimin’s eyes wander over the simple yet elegant furnishings—a low wooden bed adorned with soft, woven blankets and plush pillows, a small alcove housing a delicate vase of cherry blossoms, their petals gently swaying in the night breeze.

‘’Eomma comes from time to time to clean,’’ Jeongguk points out. ‘’She knows I love cherry blossoms, so she probably left that there, in case I came back.’’

The air is filled with the faint scent of petrichor, a soothing aroma that seems to permeate every room, even when Jeongguk hasn’t been home for so many winters.

Jeongguk moves to place another watercress leaf in a bowl with water, the flickering light casting a blue hue across the room. Jimin can’t help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. It reminds him of rainy nights and his escapades to collect nuts and fruits in the forests, then coming back home to the soft glow of the watercress and the faint scent of wet soil. 

‘’Come here,’’ Jeongguk whispers, turning to him with a soft smile. He reaches out a hand, inviting Jimin to join him on the bed.

And Jimin is more than happy to comply.

They stand facing each other, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of longing and desire. Jimin can feel how much Jeongugk’s hands tremble as he reaches out to him, fingers intertwining in a tender embrace that speaks volumes without the need for words.

They have shared too many moments of intimacy, but this one feels different.

Slowly, almost reverently, they undress each other, their movements slow, basking in one another’s soft touches and warm bodies. Jeongguk’s fingers trace the contours of Jimin’s skin, lingering over the curve of his jawline and the gentle slope of his shoulders, as if committing every detail to memory.

Jimin, in turn, explores the expanse of Jeongguk’s body with a touch that is both gentle and possessive, his hands caressing every inch of the alpha’s skin and hard muscle with a reverence that borders on worship. With each piece of clothing that falls away, the barriers between them melt, leaving only the raw, unbridled passion that burns like a fire in their veins.

Their breath mingles in the space between them, hot and heady with desire, as they surrender themselves. Each touch, each caress, sends shivers of pleasure coursing through Jimin’s body, igniting a flame that threatens to consume him.

As they stand together, skin to skin, their lips interlocked, the world outside fades into insignificance, leaving only the electric charge of their connection to guide them. In this moment, there is no past, no future—only them and their love burning bright and unyielding in the darkness of the night.

‘’Do you need to make a nest? Or to change the furniture?’’ Jeongguk asks, nuzzling Jimin’s neck and sighing as he inhales his sweet scent. He’s already hard, his hips thrusting lightly against Jimin’s, languid and sinuous.

‘’It’s alright,’’ Jimin lets his fingers trail down the line of Jeongguk’s spine, flattening his hand and resting a palm over the alpha’s ass, urging him close. He stiffles a groan when the alpha’s hard cock presses over his groin. ‘’Will do it in the morning. Now, please—’’

Jeongguk sighs into his neck, and Jimin’s skin prickles in hot pleasure. ‘’I can feel how wet you are already.’’

‘’It’s your fault,’’ Jimin rubs his nose under the alpha’s jaw. ‘’Now, please. Stop teasing me and go lie down on the bed, be a good alpha.’’

‘’Bossy,’’ Jeongguk grins, but quickly complies. He shifts on top of the mattress, accommodating his body until he’s lying on his back, looking expectantly at Jimin, his dark eyes reflecting the blue hue of the watercress illuminating the room. Like this, he looks ethereal. Jimin wonders how many times he has had that same thought.

‘’Don’t pretend like you don’t like it when I’m bossy,’’ Jimin sits on Jeongguk’s lap and plants his elbows on either side of the alpha’s head. Jeongguk blinks up at him, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes as his fingers trail over Jimin’s shoulders, caressing his neck, sliding his hands down his sides until he grabs his hips, pressing Jimin’s ass to his groin.

A jolt of pleasure trips down Jimin’s spine, and he hums in satisfaction. He slides one hand into Jeongguk’s white hair, and watches the alpha’s pupils dilate as he tightens his fingers and pulls, until Jeongguk’s long neck is vulnerable beneath him. 

Until his mating mark is on his line of sight, only for him to take.

Jimin leans forward until he’s close enough to breathe in the heat of Jeongguk’s skin, lips hovering at the crook of his neck. His eyes close, and he breathes deep—warm skin and the scent of petrichor and Jimin’s own patchouli, intertwined to create a unique scent that pleases Jimin’s inner omega. This is it. This scent will always go straight to his gut and his cock and his heart, for the rest of his life.

Our mate. Our alpha. No one else’s. Only ours.

“Hyung,’’ Jeongguk makes a small, impatient sound, and his hips twitch upward. Jimin smiles, and something dark and delicious twists in his gut, a spiraling curl of heat.

He skims his nose up the long line of Jeongguk’s neck to nuzzle at the soft skin below his jaw. He runs his lips along the shell of his ear, and then presses his nose to the alpha’s temple and inhales again, deep and satisfying, as Jeongguk’s hands drift up his back. He nibbles the skin of his earlobe between his teeth, and then bites down, quick and sharp. Jeongguk’s hands jump to his hips again and pull, and his groan makes Jimim smile against his skin.

He lets his lips slide down Jeongguk’s jaw, and brushes a soft kiss over the corner of his mouth. The alpha presses up against him in a sigh. “Don’t tease,” he murmurs petulantly, his thumbs making small circles over Jimin’s spine. 

“You love it when I tease you, don’t you, alpha?’’

Jeongguk’s hand slides into Jimin’s hair, fingers insistent at the back of his skull. “You know I do.”

Jimin connects their lips, relishing on how soft and warm and obliging Jeongguk is, lying down under him. How such a strong alpha is now pliant under his touch. It makes Jimin crazy.

Jeongguk sighs in approval and relaxes under him, tipping his head up as Jimin nips at his bottom lip and deepens the kiss, breathless.

Jimin leans back, unwinding his fingers from Jeongguk’s hair to run down his jaw and over his mouth.

He sits back on his knees and surveys the scene in front of him—Jeongguk, sprawled under him with dark eyes and rock hard, his tip glistening with precum. Jimin slides a hand down Jeongguk’s body, watching muscles twitch under his touch. “Did I already say how lucky I am? To have an alpha so strong like you? So good and only mine. And how much I love your knot?”

Jimin grazes his knuckles over Jeongguk’s cock just to hear his breath hitch, and then slides down the bed until he’s sprawled between his thighs. Jeongguk watches him with dazed eyes, and anticipation coils tight in Jimin’s stomach. He runs a thumb over the line of one hip, warm skin over solid bone and hard muscle.

He presses his lips to the space where Jeongguk’s leg meets his groin, warm and sensitive, and then brushes his lips over his abs. Jeongguk shifts under him, restless, and his cock bumps hot against Jimin’s cheek.

“Jimin-ah,” he groans, lifting his hips in a silent plea.

And Jimin complies with a cocky grin, wrapping a hand around the base of the alpha’s cock, just where the knot forms, running his tongue up the shaft and wrapping his lips around the head.

“Thanks, Moon Goddess.” Jeongguk’s head drops back on the mattress as if the strings that were holding his sanity have been cut.

Jimin closes his eyes and explores with his tongue. The shift of delicate skin over the stiff weight of Jeongguk’s cock, the slit at the head gathering precum—he’s never been so fascinated by the intricacies of his own body, but with Jeongguk squirming under him and muffling curses into the pillow, he can’t get enough. His own cock is so hard it nearly hurts, so he presses his hips to the mattress to ease the tension and groans.

He picks up the pace gradually, stroking with his hand until Jeongguk’s hips are twitching with every stroke of Jimin’s tongue.

Jeongguk’s hand drifts up the nape of Jimin’s neck, the restless stroke of long fingers raising goosebumps on his skin. Jimin reaches up for his fingers, drawing them over his cheek so Jeongguk can feel the pressure of his cock in the omega’s mouth.

Look how good I can take you, alpha.

Jeongguk’s groan is long and desperate, and his cock twitches gratifyingly in Jimin’s mouth.

And Jimim could get off from this, from sucking Jeongguk’s cock as he falls apart under his touch, rocking his own aching cock against the mattress with the alpha’s slipping fingers through his hair and moaning incoherent pleas. The thought curls something low in his belly, and the orgasm starts to build in his groin.

But he doesn’t want to cum so fast. Not without a knot nestled inside his heated inner walls.

Jimin slides off with a gasp, holding tight to the base of Jeongguk’s cock, massaging the area where the knot forms.

Jeongguk’s fingers scrabble at Jimin’s shoulders, hips buckling. 

“Jimin, darling—” 

But Jimin ignores him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his thigh as he fights to regain his breath, holding back his orgasm—and Jeongguk’s.

He abruptly stops touching him when he can feel the knot starting to form at the base of his cock.

He opens his eyes and sees Jeongguk glaring down at him, a pout on his lips. A slow grin slides over Jimin’s face, despite his own arousal. He pushes himself up to his knees. “We’re not anywhere near done yet, alpha.”

Jeongguk’s expression turns dazed as he tracks Jimin’s movements, and the sight he makes—faced flushed and hair tousled, limbs askew and cock hard against his stomach—has Jimin lunging forward to kiss him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and sinking his tongue into his hot mouth.

Jeongguk throws his arms around Jimin’s back and pulls him close, his dripping cock forming a hot, rigid line against Jimin’s stomach.

The alpha rocks against him, sucking on his tongue as he rolls his hips. Jimin groans as he breaks the kiss and presses his face against Jeongguk’s neck, breathless. He suppresses his frustrated groan and avoids the hands attempting to pull him back as he leans backwards, his hand collecting the slick pouring out of his hole, a finger pressing inside.

He takes a few deep breaths, calming himself. ‘’Jeongguk—’’

Jeongguk flips their positions, throwing Jimin on top of the mattress and sitting back on his heels before wrapping his arms around Jimin's thighs and pulling him closer, his pelvis propped up on Jeongguk's knees and his ass only inches from Jeongguk's aching cock. He slicks his palm and his cock with Jimin’s slick before he meets his eyes again.

It’s a good thing Jimin took the time to steady himself, because the look on Jeongguk's face right now— Moon Goddess. He only wants to present for him, for the alpha to bite and rut against him until they’re both a sweaty, satisfied mess.

With a steady hand, Jeongguk presses a slickered thumb on his empty and wet hole. He doesn’t break eye contact as he strokes the finger. “What do you want, omega?”

Jimin groans. “You. Now.”

“Do you know what I want?” Jeongguk works a finger in small circles, teasing that tight muscle looser as he strokes his other hand over Jimin’s thigh.

Jimin shakes his head at the same time he mumbles a ‘’yes.’’

“I want to fuck you very, very, very slowly.” Jeongguk sinks one finger deep, and Jimin moans. Loudly.

“Yes.”

“Touch yourself for me, come on, pup.”

And Jimin’s reaction is immediate. He wraps a hand around his cock, his eyes rolling back and his mouth falling open with pleasure.

“Don’t come yet,” Jeongguk adds a second finger and strokes in an easy, smooth rhythm, as if the stretch of Jimin’s inner around him is intoxicating. ‘’Come on, Jimin-ah. You were so confident a few moments ago, what happened to that?’’

Jimin groans, his hand slowing on his cock, strokes gentle and teasing, his moans almost constant. ‘’Shut up—’’

Jeongguk crooks his fingers until he’s nudging over Jimin’s sweet spot with every stroke, and that’s when Jimin shouts. His eyes well with tears, and he can see through the blurriness how Jeongguk’s cock twitches, how the alpha’s jaw tightens at the vision before him.

“Don’t come,” he repeats, slowly. Almost like a growl. It makes Jimin’s toes curl.

Jimin nearly sobs in frustration, but he releases his cock and fists his hands in the bed sheets instead, his head rocking side to side with every stroke of Jeongguk’s long fingers.

“Jeongguk—”

“Shh,” the alpha strokes his palm down Jimin’s thigh in a soothing motion as he scoots closer, gripping his own cock at the base and nudging the head against Jimin’s slick, twitching hole.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, please, yes.”

With barely effort, he slides over the cleft of Jimin’s ass rather than pressing in, teasingly. “Are you sure, love?’’

“Yes! Please, I need you—” His back arches as he tries to press himself closer to Jeongguk, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, slick dripping like a fountain, his omega howling inside him.

The breath that leaves Jeongguk’s lungs is like a whoosh, hot puff of air on Jimin’s heated skin, and finally he lets the head of his cock catch against Jimin’s hole, pressing forward. He pauses as the tight muscle grips the head of his cock, Jimin’s body tight and hot around him. Jeongguk moans as Jimin’s body relaxes around him, accommodating to his girth so he can slide deep in one smooth thrust.

Jimin moans, body pliant and relaxed. “More. I can take it.”

Jeongguk groans. “Don’t talk, or I’ll cum even before knotting you.” He pulls back and sinks in again, his hips moving in fluid, slick thrusts as he builds up a rhythm.

‘’That desperate for me, alpha?’’ Jimin’s grin turns into another loud moan as Jeongguk presses against his prostate, shutting him up.

Jimin is splayed out beneath Jeongguk's weight, sweaty and beautiful on top of him, a blush running down his chest as he shakes restlessly against the sheets. His cock is heavy, almost painfully hard, and leaks as it bounces over his stomach. Jeongguk reaches down and brushes a finger along Jimin’s underside before rubbing his thumb in small, slick circles over his head, making him gasp and arch his back.

“Goddess, Jimin, you’re so beautiful like this. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“More, alpha, please. Just fuck me harder. Please—”

Jeongguk growls and tightens one arm around Jimin’s leg for leverage. His rhythm becomes heavy and deep, and every thrust sends a jolt through the omega’s bones. He wraps his other hand tightly around Jimin’s cock, striking it once, twice, until Jimin’s face goes slack, eyes wide and pupils blown as he comes in with a shudder, back bowed, cock pulsing in Jeongguk’s hold, hot cum coating his fingers and streaking over Jimin’s torso. 

Slick pours from his entrance, wetting his thighs and the sheets, and Jeongguk’s thrusts become frantic and clumsy, sweat streaming into his eyes as the desperate need to come becomes thick and heavy at the base of his spine. Then he comes in with a deep growl, his hands clutching Jimin’s hips in a possessive grasp as he shudders with pleasure.

Jeongguk collapses onto his elbows, letting his head hang down into the crook of Jimin’s neck as his knot locks them together, shivering in the aftermath, brushing his lips over Jimin’s salty skin. The omega is utterly boneless under him, chest heaving as he fights to regain his breath.

They remain locked for almost half an hour, just basking in each other’s closeness, scenting and playfully biting each other, until Jeongguk’s knot relaxes and slides out of Jimin, a gush of cum and slick pouring out of his hole. Jimin grimaces at the sight, saying they should change the sheets.

Once the bed is remade, Jimin settles on top of Jeongguk, purring happily in his hold. The alpha snorts.

“What’s so funny?”

‘’Well,’’ he takes a deep breath and massages Jimin’s plump asscheek. ‘’That was a great way to celebrate our new home.’’

‘’There’s no better way of celebrating than fucking like two wolves during mating season,’’ Jimin grins, resting his chin on Jeongguk’s chest. 

‘’I created a monster.’’

Jimin giggles. ‘’Don’t pretend you don’t like it. And yes it is your fault, but I’m not complaining. You made me this way—yah! Don’t smack my precious ass like that!’’

Jeongguk rolls with Jimin in his hold until they are both lying on their sides, limbs tangled and hair a mess on top of the mattress. ‘’Of course I like it. You are perfect. My perfect mate,’’ he grabs Jimin’s asscheek once again. ‘’With a perfect ass.’’

‘’Your knot just went down, you insatiable pup.’’

Jeongguk presses their lips together, sweetly. ‘’Only for you, my love.’’

They lay entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking, the air around them heavy with the lingering smell of sex, Jimin’s slick, and their mixed scents. Jeongguk’s fingers trace lazy patterns across his skin in a tender gesture, and Jimin closes his eyes, content and satiated.

He can hear the soft sigh that comes from Jeongguk in the quietness of the room—their new bedroom. There’s rustling on the bed sheets, so he peeks an eye open to see Jeongguk leaving the makeshift nest and opening their travel bag, searching for something.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Jimin mumbles, sleepy and cold without the alpha’s body heat beside him.

Jeongguk reaches for something nestled within the depths of the bag, his expression one of quiet determination. Once he seems to find what he was searching for, he climbs back to the bed, urging Jimin to sit beside him, patting the mattress. Jimin grunts as he leaves the comfortable position he was in, then cuddles Jeongguk’s side, basking in his body heat.

Gently, Jeongguk places a small, ornate box into Jimin’s open palm, its surface glinting softly in the dim light of the room. ‘’What is this?’’

‘’Open it.’’

Jimin complies, opening the box with delicate fingers. Inside, there’s a rusty ring. His heart swells as he gazes down at the delicate band, its rusty yet intricate design a testament to the craftsmanship of generations past. The ring is adorned with a tiny stone Jimin has never seen. It shines under the blue hue of the watercress light, like the moon on a clear night. And beside the ring, there’s a plaque with an inscription. 

To our beloved pup, Jimin.

From your parents, Jeon Yena and Mingyu.

Jimin’s eyes swell with tears. ‘’What—?’’

‘’This belonged to your parents, I’m pretty sure of it,’’ Jeongguk whispers. ‘’I found it at Namjoon’s house. His father told him that a couple lost it when they disembarked from his boat, many winters ago. Jeon Yena. That’s your mother. And your father doesn’t have a surname, so my guess is that he was a rogue.’’

‘’My parents— They—’’

Jeongguk’s eyes soften with affection as he reaches out to cup Jimin’s cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. ‘’They loved you so much, my love. We can ask about them, in the clan or in the temple. You can find out who they were and why they had to leave the clan,’’ he says softly, his voice filled with quiet determination. ‘’The stone that is attached to the ring. A moonstone. They are impossible to find, legends say they come from the moon itself. Attaching one to a ring can mean only one thing. It’s a symbol of love—a reminder that no matter where life takes you, you will always be connected to the people who loves you.’’

With trembling fingers, Jimin slips the ring onto his finger, feeling its weight settle against his skin like a promise. Here, surrounded by the warmth of their new shared home, Jimin knows that he is home—a home not defined by walls or boundaries, but by the boundless love that embraces him like the torn but warm blanket that used to keep him company in the coldest nights.

It feels like it’s been too many winters ago, but Jimin will never forget that place. As cruel as it was, his past is what makes him the omega he is today. And now, he has all his life to heal and, finally, be happy and loved.

As he drifts off pressed to Jeongguk’s chest in the peaceful intimacy of the bedroom, the ring glittering like a beacon of hope in the darkness, Jimin surrenders to the profound beauty of their connection. In this sacred place, surrounded by the soothing glow of moonlight and the enduring strength of Jeongguk’s love and support, he finds peace in the knowledge that they will face whatever challenges come their way, linked by the unbreakable bond that bonds their hearts together.

With a last glance at the window, Jimin lets himself fall asleep, the distant sound of rain a lullaby that will accompany him forever.

☽

Being the center of attention is something Jimin finds unsettling.

He understands that having a foreigner wolf within the Jeon clan’s pack boundaries is rare. 

It is rare to see a foreigner wolf with half white hair wearing traditional robes and spotting a mating mark from their future Head Alpha while celebrating their former Head Alpha’s mourning ceremony.

He is standing at the edge of the gathering, feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation as he observes the solemn proceedings unfold before him. It is, for obvious reasons, his first time attending a mourning ceremony, and he can’t help but feel a feeling of respect for Jeongguk’s clan’s traditions and customs.

The air is heavy with the mixed scents of the attendants, the somber mood palpable as pack members and the elders reunite to pay their final respects to their former Head Alpha. Jimin watches in quiet awe as the Jeon wolves offer prayers and offerings, from flowers to homemade meals, placing them in front of an altar.

The mourning ceremony takes place inside the temple’s grounds, beneath the canopy of a cloud-streaked sky, the gentle rustle of leaves mingling with the murmurs of the gathered wolves. Hyejin comes to his side, wearing a long, blue robe. Pretty similar to the one Jimin is wearing, symbolizing the Head Omega colors.

‘’It is almost done,’’ she says, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s lower back. ‘’Jeongguk will be the last to make an offering. Have you seen him yet?’’

Jimin shakes his head, feeling the earrings he got time ago at Seori gently tapping against his skin, his gaze trying to spot his mate among the many white-haired wolves. He presses his fingers on top of the matching pendant that he is wearing, his mate’s first courting gift, as if by touching it he could sense where Jeongguk is. ‘’I haven’t seen him since this morning. He said he should come to the temple first, to talk to the Elders.’’

‘’I see,’’ Hyejin says. ‘’Maybe he will make the announcement today.’’

Before Jimin has the chance to ask about that announcement, a hush falls over the crowd, punctuated only by the soft chants of the elders standing next to the altar and the rhythmic beat of drums. Jimin watches in awe as some kind of ritual begins to unfold, each gesture and movement steeped in centuries of tradition and meaning that he can’t comprehend.

The Elders, draped in black robes symbolizing the mourning, lead the ceremony, their voices rising in melodic chants that echo through the air. They place their offerings of food and drink upon the altar. 

‘’They are symbols of sustenance for the journey of the departed soul into the realm of the ancestors,’’ Hyejin explains in a whisper, holding Jimin’s hand. ‘’Now we should remain silent for a minute, before the last offering. Close your eyes and picture a placid place in your mind. That will guide his wolf to the Moon Goddess.’’

Jimin closes his eyes, allowing the darkness to envelop him like a comforting embrace. With each breath, he lets his mind and inner wolf wander, focusing on the task of guiding the spirit of the deceased to the realm of the Moon Goddess. It feels natural, as if his wolf is, in some way, connected to the Jeon clan’s traditions—even when he has never participated in them.

In his inner wolf’s eyes, Jimin creates an image of his placid place—a tranquil house nestled amidst a serene forest, the sound of rain falling gently against the leaves like a soothing melody. The air is cool and crisp, filled with the earthy scent of wet soil and the fresh fragrance of pine.

He pictures himself in wolf form, standing at the threshold of the house, the wooden door open wide to welcome the departed soul into its warm embrace. Inside, the flickering light of a watercress cast dancing shadows upon the walls, creating a sense of comfort that permeates the very air.

Outside, the forest whispers secrets to the wind, its ancient trees swaying in silent reverence as if bearing witness to the passage of time itself. Jimin can see a white wolf, guided by his thoughts and prayers, making its way through the tranquil forest, each step a journey towards peace and tranquility.

The wolf looks at Jimin’s omega with so much regret, as if apologizing to him.

I’m sorry. For letting him lose himself to his human instincts and the traditions. I know it is late, that I can’t fix all the pain he caused them, but I beg you. Please, take care of them. They deserve so much love.

Jimin calls out for the wolf, asking him what human means, but the wolf disappears inside the house.

Jimin opens his eyes with a silent gasp, eyes filled with tears that drop down his cheeks. Hyejin embraces him, sensing his inner turmoil, and softly scents him. ‘’You saw his spirit?’’

‘’I—I think I did.’’

‘’Then that’s a good omen,’’ she says, caressing his cheek and drying his tears. ‘’It means he can now go to the Moon Goddess, that his soul will rest within her embrace.’’

Surrounded by the collective prayers of the mourners and the quiet beauty of his imagined placid place, Jimin knows that he has done his part to honor the memory of the former Head Alpha’s departed soul. He doesn’t know why or how he did it, but his inner omega is telling him he did it. 

There’s some kind of pain of loss lingering in his heart, something he has never experienced, but he finds solace in the knowledge that, despite everything, that white wolf will find peace.

The sun dips below the horizon and the cloudy sky turns a deep shade of indigo, and the Jeon wolves offer their final farewells to the departed soul. With bowed heads, the Elders scatter petals and incense into the air, their prayers carried on the wings of the evening breeze.

There’s another beat of silence, before the Omega Elder, Hyun, comes to a halt in front of the temple’s door. He bows his head, sliding the door open. ‘’Please, show respect to Head Alpha Jeon Jeongguk, who will make his last offering to his deceased father.’’

The Jeon wolves chat among themselves, hushed voices that carry surprise and deep admiration for Jeongguk. Jimin can hear Yunjin say from behind him ‘’Damn, he didn’t even let him do the announce himself.’’

So that’s what Hyejin was referring to.

As Jeongguk emerges from the sacred confines of the temple, another solemn hush falls over the gathered crowd, their eyes fixed upon him with a mixture of reverence and anticipation. Draped in the traditional attire of the clan leader—vibrant red robes that billows around him with each step, and his white hair tied back—Jeongguk exudes an aura of authority and grace that makes Jimin’s toe curl in satisfaction.

That’s his mate. And he’s beautiful and respected. His omega yips in happiness.

With measured steps, Jeongguk approaches the altar where his father’s spirit rests, his movements deliberate and respectful. In his hands, he carries his final offering—a bouquet of cherry blossoms, their delicate petals a symbol of renewal and rebirth.

As he kneels before the altar, Jimin can feel across their bond how the weight of responsibilities settle upon Jeongguk’s shoulders like a mantle of honor, and how Jeongguk offers a silent prayer to the ancestors, seeking their guidance and blessing as he prepares to assume the role of leadership.

With a graceful flourish, the alpha places the bouquet upon the altar, the sweet fragrance of the blossoms mingling with the heady scent of incense that fills the air. For a moment, he bows his head in silent reverence, his thoughts turning inward as he searches for the strength and wisdom to carry out his duties with honor and integrity.

As he rises to his feet once more, the Elders of the clan step forward to bestow upon him the symbol of his authority—a crown crafted not from the opulence of gold and precious gems, but from the rugged beauty of nature itself.

Forged from weathered iron and adorned with the intricate motifs of the forest, the crown exudes a rustic elegance that speaks to the wild spirit of the clan. Its design is inspired by the untamed majesty of the Head Alpha’s wolf, with snarling visages and fierce eyes carved into the metal, each detail a testament to the strength and resilience of the clan.

The crown’s surface is etched with symbols of the natural world—twisting vines and thorns that wound their way around its circumference, intertwining with the image of a mighty wolf’s head at its center. Delicate feathers and beads adorn its edges, shimmering in the dusk light like treasures unearthed from the depths of the forest.

As Jeongguk bows his head to receive the crown, Jimin feels a surge of pride and reverence wash over him. This doesn’t feel like an ordinary symbol of authority—it is more like a tribute to the untamed spirit of his people, a reminder of their connection to the land and the creatures that they actually are.

True wolves.

With the weight of the crown upon his brow, Jeongguk stands tall and resolute, his gaze alight with determination. Jimin knows that, as the new clan leader, Jeongguk carries not just the responsibility of his clan, but the legacy of his ancestors and the spirit of the wolf within him. 

Jimin knows what Jeongguk plans for his people, and he can’t wait until everything falls into place. Until the Jeon wolves can also be free, and roam the world as they please. Just like them.

As the crowd bursts in applause and cheers, Jeongguk fixes his gaze on Jimin. 

With a grin that speaks of a thousand hidden promises, Jeongguk offers a hand to Jimin, gently beckoning him forward. And as the omega approaches the circle of light that surrounds Jeongguk, the world around them seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing in the swirling currents of fate.

In that fleeting moment, while the crowd’s cheers echo in the distance, Jimin and Jeongguk find joy in each other’s arms—a haven amidst the tumult, where love and devotion reign. And as they stand there, bathed in the glow of sunset light and the warmth of their shared embrace, they know that no matter what obstacles lay ahead, they will face them together, linked in a bond that will endure the test of time.

Chapter Text

‘’What’s the next stop?’’

Jimin looks at the scattered posters on top of the inn table, a jumble of papers that right now don’t make any sense. He’s quite meticulous when it comes to organization, but he’s too tired to even try to put them in order right now .

‘’We can try and find the plants for incense Elder Omega Hyun asked for,’’ Jimin says as he grabs the handwritten note, sliding it through his fingers. ‘’There should be a market stall with exotic spices close to the inn, and if I remember correctly, the herbs we need are from the other side of the sea. Maybe they have them.’’

Jeongguk places his chin on top of his knuckles, a grin on his face. ‘’Why do you never call him grandpa ?’’

‘’Because it feels weird,’’ Jimin scoffs, rolling his eyes. ‘’He’s Elder Omega Hyun, and nothing else.’’

‘’But it’s been two winters, love. You should get used to the fact that he’s your mother’s omega father. Also known as your grandparent.’’

‘’My family consists of you and your mother,’’ Jimin shrugs. ‘’I’m not interested in anyone else.’’

Jeongguk gasps, placing a hand on his heart. ‘’Not even Taehyung hyung? Oh, don’t let him hear you said that.’’

Jimin groans, softly kicking at the alpha’s shin under the table. ‘’Taehyung is too preoccupied with his mate and his new pup to even come and say hello. We’ve been in Seori for seven moons and I haven’t seen him yet. He’s a traitor.’’

‘’Soobin is a lot to handle,’’ Jeongguk laughs, resting his hand on top of Jimin’s and caressing his knuckles. He’s right, and Jimin hates to admit it, but since Taehyung and Namjoon took Soobin under their care, they’ve been busy. ‘’And we didn’t go to say hello either. We came to Seori for a reason, darling. Maybe we were also a bit… preoccupied.’’

‘’Well, you are right. Yoongi’s heat is also a lot to handle. He needs both of us to cuddle and scent him constantly. And then our wolves, well. They do crave each other after his heat ends.’’

Jimin is not complaining about that. He actually loves Yoongi’s heats, because it means he and Jeongguk can have wild sex once they are alone. And he loves it way too much, how his inner omega claws at his insides, wanting to break free and claim their alpha in such a primal and visceral sense.

Two winters have passed since Jeongguk has been crowned as the leader of the Jeon clan, and in that time, much has changed. The once secluded clan has opened its boundaries to the outside world, embracing new opportunities for trade and commerce. With the establishment of commercial routes, the clan flourishes, its members thriving in a newfound era of prosperity and freedom.

Both Jimin and Jeongguk, not really liking being stuck at one place for too long, had embarked on a journey together, traveling across the region as mercenaries for hire. With their unique skills and unwavering determination, they have carved a name for themselves in the world of mercenaries, earning a reputation for their loyalty, bravery, and unwavering sense of justice.

Their travels take them to distant forests and lands, where they encounter challenges and adversaries beyond their wildest imaginations. Yet through it all, they stand by each other’s side, facing each obstacle with courage and resilience.

As they traverse the rugged terrains in their wolf forms and navigate the complexities of the world around them, Jimin finds comfort in his mate’s company, their bond growing stronger with each passing moon. Together, they laugh in the face of danger, dance beneath the light of the stars, and share moments of quiet intimacy amidst the chaos of their adventures.

And though their path is fraught with uncertainty and peril, they face the future with unwavering optimism and determination, knowing that as long as they have each other, they will overcome any obstacle that stands in their way.

As they journey into the horizon, their hearts filled with hope and their spirits ablaze with the promise of new adventures, Jimin knows that their love will guide them through whatever trials lie ahead. For in the end, it is not the destination that matters, but the journey itself—and together, they are ready to face whatever the future holds, united in a bond that transcends time and space.

‘’Hyung,’’ Jeongguk says softly, drawing Jimin’s attention away from the quest paper files. He looks up, and when his gaze meets his mate’s, there’s a cheeky sparkle in his eyes that only means trouble. ‘’Seokjin and Hoseok hyung are not in the inn right now. Do you think they will mind if we go upstairs?’’

‘’You are really insatiable.’’

‘’For you? Always.’’

The End.