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He remembers staring up into the foliage, wide-eyed and filled with wonder at the hues of green, blue and purple, and all the fireflies flying in and out of sight. He remembers how the trees had seemed to breathe in the wind, shifting,
Of course, that is very much the case—the trees are indeed alive, some even capable of speech—but at the time, Jimin had been only four years old, unaware of the concept
There's a tiny winged squirrel sitting on a low
He can't help it. After all, today is his 18th birthday. Today, he's finally going to become part of the pack.
Still smiling impossibly widely, Jimin stills and looks up at his best friend, whose expression of feigned judgement quickly morphs into a grin just as wide. "Shut up, Taetae," he says and squirms around some more.
The omega throws his head back with a bark of laughter, freeing his face from his ashen grey hair. "True," Taehyung says and sinks into a
"Last time I called you a dog, you said I was racist," Jimin interrupts with a scoff. "I'll be one of you in less than twelve hours, so don't you go calling me one."
That word has Jimin's entire body thrumming with anticipation. True to his word, it's all he's ever wanted, ever
"It's gonna hurt like a bitch." Taehyung's crude words pull Jimin out of his musings, looking far too smug for what he'd just said. "And you're gonna pass out," the omega says, nodding to himself.
His words have Taehyung laughing so hard he has to sit down on the ground, his cackling throwing him
"You've slept in the omega den since day one and you're the neediest cuddler in the world! You literally hurt yourself when you clap your hands," Taehyung says, still chuckling as he dabs at his eyes. "You're more omega than me, Chimmy Chim Chim, and I'm an ACTUAL omega."
While he struggles with what to say, Taehyung scoots a bit closer and pins him under That Smile™, the one that
Warmth rises quickly to Jimin's cheeks. "Tae—"
"I wonder, could it possibly have something to do with—"
"Oh my god, I hate you," Jimin groans and presses his hands over his face in a useless attempt to hide just how fiercely he blushes at the mere mention of the chief hunter.
"I did NOT say sexy!" Jimin protests, taking one hand
"No, but you thought it."
Jimin parts his lips and closes them again several times before he gives up, unable to think of any argument that wouldn't be a lie. "I hate you," he says instead, resulting in another string of laughter.
"You're crazy," Jimin huffs and finally sits up, patting
"Wow," his friend says in mock wonder. "To think you're just as dense as he is, even without your head being all clogged up with
"Yoongi-hyung's not brooding," Jimin says before he can stop himself, grumbling when Taehyung's grin only widens in return. "Okay, you go away. I'm gonna go find Jin
"Ohh, I'll tag along, gotta make sure Jin puts that gold dust around your eyes and on your lips so Yoongi won't be able to—"
"You are NOT invited," Jimin says very loudly and storms off, startling several nearby birds from their nests.
It's embarrassing. Mostly because he's pretty sure he's been crushing on Yoongi since he was twelve years old, when the alpha pinned him down during a game of catch in the forest. Jimin had been the only "prey" left in the
His stomach had done a very stupid flop and his heart had stuttered, and here he is now, almost six years later, still feeling that same stutter in his chest whenever he was near the alpha.
Secretly, of course. It's not like he'd ever have the guts to walk up to Yoongi and tell him as much. He can barely keep himself in check long enough to have a regular conversation with the alpha before he starts blushing like an idiot.
There's also the apothecary, where Jimin works with his boss and close friend, Hoseok. They scour the woods—within their borders—for herbs and healing plants, and make salves and potions
Hoseok's words, not Jimin's.
Jimin would be out in the field with Hoseok today, but the alpha had excused him with the ceremony in mind, telling him to take it easy and prepare.
Jimin knows his boss is out right now, so
"Y-Yoongi-hyung," Jimin squeaks, immediately making things ten times worse.
"Didn't mean to scare you," the alpha says and withdraws his hand, and oh, his voice is low and
Of course, Taehyung has caught him staring many times and teased
"You didn't scare me," he says now, offering Yoongi a brief smile. "I was just... thinking. You know, uh... about things."
Dimly, Jimin wonders how it's possible for him to forget how human beings talk whenever he's in the alpha's presence.
"Excited," Jimin corrects lightly, hoping his cheeks aren't as red as they feel. "I've been waiting for this for so long."
"You'll do great, Jimin-ah," Yoongi says, sounding almost proud. "You're already one of us, this is just a formality. You don't have to be nervous."
"Really?" Yoongi hums and leans forward just a bit, dark eyes
Right. Wolf instincts. Great.
As embarrassed as Jimin is, he can't help but feel a
Yoongi eases out of his worry at that, emitting a low rumbling that Jimin
There's a brief silence that has Jimin fidgeting, wanting to keep talking. Before the alpha can get worried again, he quickly blurts out the first thing that comes to his head.
"Don't worry about it," the alpha says again and reaches out to place a hand on the juncture of Jimin's neck, squeezing gently. "I know you're excited, but it's okay to be nervous
It's amazing, really, how quickly Jimin settles under Yoongi's touch, although his cheeks do stay every bit as red. "Okay," he
The alpha nods and withdraws his hand, but doesn't lean back just yet. He looks like he's driving an inner battle, and when he finally comes to terms with it, he's standing
"Y-yeah?" Jimin stutters, holding his breath under the sheer intensity of Yoongi's sudden posturing.
"If I could, I would take care of you."
Yoongi just won't look away, and Jimin kind of feels like he's dying.
Actually, his skin might just burst into flames if the alpha keeps staring at him with such intensity. He’s unbearably warm and wants to pull on the collar of his robes,
Somewhere, in the far back of his mind, Jimin knows the alpha is only reacting to his surprise in a protective manner, but it’s very hard to be logical about the whole situation when Yoongi cages him in his grip,
“You look like you’re about to kidnap him, you hormonal idiot.”
Still in the alpha’s arms, Jimin cranes his head to look at Seokjin, who’s walking over to the two of them with brisk steps. He looks mildly frustrated, but there’s a definite
The omega’s words seem to snap Yoongi out of whatever instinctive state he’d descended into. With a sharp inhale, the alpha detaches himself from Jimin and takes
“Yes, yes,” Jin says and waves his hand to swat away Yoongi’s
While Yoongi grouches something that sounds like, “I am not high,” under his breath, Jimin turns to the omega, surprised.
Jin rolls his eyes. “Sure,” he says, “but getting you all jazzed up for the show is gonna take a while. Especially since Taehyung demanded gold dust and glimmer for your face, and to make your neck look so good, no alpha will be able to—”
The omega looks so very pleased with himself, uncaring when Jimin begins to
Jimin gives him one last shove before turning back to the alpha, parting his lips and closing them again a few times before he finds the right words.
“Of course.” The answer is instantaneous and has his toes curling in his sandals. “Everything will be fine,” Yoongi says, and there’s that fierce undertone of pride again. “You’ll do well, Jimin-ah. I know you will.”
"Look at you go, Jiminie," the omega teases as soon as he catches up, grinning when Jimin tries to
"Oh my god, shut up," Jimin whines and smacks Jin's shoulder. "I can't believe you said all that in front of him, hyung!"
"Not yet," Jin says with a dangerous glint to his eyes, "but after seeing you
A part of Jimin wants to argue and protest, but the omega's words have butterflies springing to his stomach, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest. "W-what do you mean?" he asks in
"I've got four hours to work my magic," he says, rolling up his sleeves just for the show of it. "Come the start of the ceremony, your alpha won't be able to keep his eyes off you."
He can't wait.
The sound of the drums is heavy in the night, every beat accentuated by a chorus of chants and song. The villagers clap their hands to the music, they stomp their feet, cheering, laughing, whistling as they wait for his arrival.
“Nervous?” Jin asks when he notics Jimin drumming his fingers against his knees to the rhythm of the drums. The omega grins where he stands in front of him, screwing the cap back onto a small glass phial.
“Exhilarated,” Jimin corrects with a wide smile,
“As ready as I can make you.” Jin takes his hand and pulls him up to the large brass mirror. “Just look at you, Jiminie,” he gushes, looking mighty proud with himself. “You’re stunning.”
Then there is his face, and true to Taehyung’s request, Jin really did bust out his best stuff. There is a smattering of pale gold dust around Jimin’s eyes, like tiny stars on a sunset canvas. The clan’s emblem is painted in red across his
Finally, there’s his neck.
“Told you I’d make your neck look irresistible,” the omega comments from over his shoulder,
Jimin blushes almost as fiercely as the paint on his brow and turns around to whack Jin’s arm. “I can’t believe you did this,” he says with a mighty pout,
“No, just Yoongi, right?” Jin retorts without missing a beat.
“Shit,” Jimin blurts, which has the omega laughing again.
“Shit,” Jimin says
“You could literally fall on your face and Yoongi would still want to sink his teeth into—”
“Missed your chance, Jiminie,” the omega sing-songs and grabs him by the arm, looking every bit as excited as
The frown melts right off Jimin’s face and he smiles so widely his cheeks ache. “Me neither,” he says and speeds up, until he’s the one dragging Jin along.
The clan elder is waiting for them
“Jimin,” he greets warmly when the two walk up to him.
“Elder Choi,” Jimin replies and ducks his head. It’s not as much a bow as it is a sign of submission, one Jin taught him years and years ago to always show when greeting their leader.
“Yes,” Jimin agrees easily, falling in next to him. The butterflies in his stomach have evolved into
“See you under the full moon, Jiminie,” Jin says and offers him a wink before he takes off to take his place amongst their friends.
‘This is it,’ Jimin thinks, clasping his hands over his heart as the first bonfires
A deafening cheer rises from the flock of people gathered by the first fires, the villagers whistling and clapping their hands as they approach. Next to him, the elder begins to chant, citing the words of their ancestors
The villagers flock around them, not close enough to cut off their path, but so they can reach out and draw a mark on Jimin’s arms. There are jars of paint in various colors on the ground, and everyone, no matter rank or order, dip their fingers into them and
“A wolf come again,” Elder Choi calls out, to exhilarated howls and applause. “A son returned to the moon’s embrace.”
“WORK IT, CHIMCHIM!!”
The call is deafeningly loud, causing Jimin and several others to wince as it hits their eardrums. It’s not enough to wipe the smile off Jimin’s lips, though, not even close, and he raises his arms over his head to return
“The others are at the very front!” Taehyung shouts over the music and laughter, gesturing wildly. “But I wanted to get my marks in first!” He fights his way through the crowd and almost crashes into Jimin when he makes it through,
The elder spares him a glance and sighs, shaking his head with a fond smile, and carries on.
Taehyung grins just as widely as Jimin and presses two fingers to the inside of his right wrist, making sure to smudge the paint
Jimin gives him a rough shove in return, his cheeks heating up. “Go away, idiot!” he hisses at him, but
“I know you do!” his friend shouts back before he disappears back into the crowd, no doubt to join the others at the very front.
The moon is almost at its highest now, shining through the foliage above
The altar at the very center of the village has just come into view when suddenly,
Next to Yoongi, two other alphas curl away from him, their eyes downcast as if his aura alone is forcing them to submit. Jimin really
If he wasn’t so drawn in by Yoongi’s presence, Jimin would probably notice his closest friends standing some ways to the right, all five of them busy choking themselves with the effort to not laugh.
When the alpha raises his hand towards him,
Yoongi’s hand twitches against Jimin’s skin and he withdraws it only to clench it at his side. “Go, Jimin,” he rumbles, flicking his head towards where the elder
Jimin nods but his feet won’t move, pinned as he is to the spot by the alpha’s gaze. He can’t move, he can hardly breathe, feeling all too much all at once.
“Oh, for gods’ sake!”
Suddenly, there are two pairs of hands practically hauling him to the altar, tearing Jimin away from Yoongi and right out of his stupor.
“I can’t believe hyung marked your throat,” Jeongguk says in a nervous whisper, glancing at the elder as if expecting
“Yeah, but who’s really surprised,” Hoseok retorts with a scoff, and then he’s giving Jimin a final push. “Come on, hurry your ass up! I’m too excited to watch you make moony eyes at each other all night!”
“The time has come for our Jimin to truly be one of us,” he calls
Jimin is proud of himself to remember he's supposed to kneel. The muscles of his legs are thankful for the fact, ceasing their trembling when he sinks onto his
It’s no longer only excitement, however. When Jimin hears a low rumble of a growl
He has seen the elder’s wolf countless of times, but now, suddenly, he doesn’t dare turn around to look at the beast that will sink its teeth
Suddenly, Jimin is scared.
His breath hitches when he feels the elder’s breath
He shouldn’t feel like this. He should be happy, he should draw strength from the primal howls rising all around them, but all they do is fuel his tension.
Jimin sinks his teeth into his lower lip and squeezes his eyes shut on his tears
He vaguely registers a rise in the voices of the crowd, something that sounds like protests, and then there are hands cupping his face, so suddenly
“Jimin.” Disoriented, Jimin stills, blinking through the tears in his eyes. He knows that voice, he’d know it anywhere. “Jimin, look at me,” Yoongi urges, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks, probably smearing the gilded dust out of order.
“Give me your hands,” the alpha says and takes Jimin’s in his own. “Squeeze as hard as you can when he turns you. I’ll take as much of your pain as I can.”
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin whispers, half a sob. It's not enough that
Jimin has never felt as safe as he does now.
He squeezes Yoongi’s hands and draws a deep breath,
White-hot pain explodes up Jimin’s neck, every cell of him crying out in agony. It hurts, it hurts so much, but Jimin keeps his lips pressed shut, clenching his jaw so hard it might crack under
There’s something else inside the pain, a foreign sensation spreading to every part of him. It’s like his body is catching fire, one cell at the time, and he
It quickly becomes too much. Faintly, he hears the alpha murmuring praise against his temple, holding his hands in a vice grip through the pain,
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And lemongrass. A mix of the two, with something sweeter, filling the darkness he’s resting in. Wild berries, maybe. It’s odd; the scent comes intertwined with the weight on his chest, over his legs, as if someone has covered him with bags full
With a groan, attempts to roll away from it, groggy as he is. A groan spills from his lips when he’s unsuccessful and he gives up. He’s warm, he’s incredibly warm where he lies, surrounded by softness. Through the haze in his mind, he can hear so many
In fact, he can feel it. There’s someone breathing right into his ear.
With more effort, Jimin pushes against the intruding weight and groans again,
“Shhh, shh, sorry.” The scent of wheat
It takes a moment for Jimin’s vision to clear away its blur, but when it
Dimly, Jimin registers several things. The scent and weight around him seems to come from Taehyung himself where he’s half draped over Jimin, and the sight
Well, he doesn’t really know why.
Taehyung seems to have some idea, however; with another silent chuckle, he dips his head
“Morning,” his friend whispers when he pulls back a little. His voice is
It takes Jimin a moment to understand what it is Taehyung is saying, the haze of his brain not quite
“O-omega,” he repeats in hushed awe, uncaring of the thickness of his voice. “I’m… me? I’m an omega?”
“Told you,” Taehyung hums with distinct triumph and rolls further on top
Jimin looks around and notices they are indeed located in the omega den, in one of the deep chambers dug out of
“My ears hurt,” he croaks and immediately has
His friend snorts at that, muffling the sound into the furs next to Jimin’s head. “You have so
Before Jimin can ask what he’s talking about, the pelt at the mouth of the cave is pushed aside and Jin tiptoes in, bare feet moving soundlessly over the floor. “Good morning, Jiminie,” he murmurs and takes a seat next
“Weird,” is the first word out of Jimin’s mouth, and he frowns immediately after. “I think. There’s just… there’s so much going
Jin interrupts him by gently pressing a hand against Jimin’s cheek, a touch he immediately nuzzles into. “Easy,” he says quietly, although he’s smiling brilliantly down at him. “It’ll take some to get
“Yes,” Jimin says without pause. There’s another weird sensation in him now, one that has him wanting to do as told by Jin, and he feels distinctively
Taehyung must’ve noticed Jimin’s eagerness to be good, for he snorts another quiet laughter and says, “Remember who Jin is mated to. Joonie-hyung’s gonna be the next elder, so technically, Jin’s the head omega around here. It’s a
“Oh.” Jin nods at him to encourage him to keep talking, but Jimin smiles sheepishly. “I guess I thought ranks were only between omegas, betas, and alphas,” he mumbles.
“The want to do as told is stronger between omegas and
“Nor any other omega, for that matter,” Taehyung supplies with a grin his brother’s way.
While Jin rolls his eyes, Jimin giggles and shoves at his friend’s shoulder. Taehyung is undeterred, however, and just nuzzles in closer until Jimin can barely breathe. “Alright, you, stop choking your
The lack of contact immediately has Jimin nervous, but the elder omega soothes him with a hand on his chest. “Contact is important, Jiminie,” he says, “but you have to get
It starts like that. Jin and Taehyung spend the following hours helping him settle as best he can. They walk him through every new sensation, every new instinct, teaching him what they all mean and how to go about
They even go so far as to have Jimin practice saying no to Jin
“What do I smell like?” Jimin
“Not telling,” Taehyung hums, grinning when Jimin frowns up at him. “Sorry, Chim, but there’s only one person I’ll allow to be the first
Jimin’s frown only deepens, but before he has the chance to prod further, the pelt is thrown open and Jin strides back in, empty-handed and looking like he can’t quite decide whether to be amused or irritated.
okay no, it's half past midnight and i'm still sick and recovering and dealing with things, so i'll continue it tomorrow x)) it's really lovely to be back, love y'all 💛
Jin looks smug and fond all at once, and next
“Outside the den,” Jin says and flicks his head down the hall. “He’s been on edge ever since the ceremony, refusing to stray too far from the village and snapping at everyone who tells him to relax…”
He grins as widely as his lips allow and Taehyung snorts loudly into his pillow. “He stood still as a statue outside the den
Jimin flushes so red he can practically feel his skin grow warmer. He’s preening, too, however; something akin to
“I want to see him,” Jimin says, his voice coming out softer than intended. “Can I see him?”
Jimin nods with enthusiasm, already scrambling off the
His what, exactly? He has no idea what think of Yoongi, what he should refer to him as now. After the ceremony, Jimin is
Jin takes that decision out of his hands before he can begin to fret over it. “There,” he says and steps away, Jimin's robes fixed.
Taehyung finally bursts out laughing at that, and Jimin flees before his friend has the chance to tease him further. With his heart beating hard against his ribs, he races down the halls of the omega den, passing
Jimin comes to a screeching halt just before the exit of the den, a much darker scent greeting him there.
A shudder trails its way down Jimin’s spine and he draws a deep breath before he can stop
It's familiar, as if he’s known it his entire
For the longest time, all they do is look, drinking each other in. Nothing has changed about how either of them look, yet nothing is the same now. “Jimin,” the alpha murmurs
Whatever Jimin had expected to happen when seeing Yoongi for the first time after his changing, the reaction his body goes through is certainly not it.
It’s a little mewl of a sound, one that has Yoongi going even more rigid where he stands, and Jimin wants to die when his brain catches up with what he's doing.
He’s halfway turned away when Yoongi’s voice pulls him to an immediate halt. The alpha’s already low voice is even deeper now, rough and full of something that has Jimin’s insides thrumming with contented glee. He
He’s posturing, the scent of burning charcoal growing more and more intense, and there’s a slight
Embarrassed as he is, Jimin has never wanted anything more than for Yoongi to do that something, whatever it is. “Jimin,” the alpha says again, jaw clenched tightly,
“I-I don’t know what happened,” he says meekly when he
If anything, his words only seem to make Yoongi’s state worse. Or better, depending on which half Jimin wants to listen to. “It is,” the alpha says lowly. “You… you’ll learn to control them with time. Those urges.” His voice
That has Jimin finally daring to meet Yoongi’s eyes, and there’s something so overwhelming about them that he doesn’t
“Okay,” he whispers and casts down his eyes, shuddering when the alpha heaves a light sigh in reply, the sound almost a rumble. “Thank you, Yoongi-hyung.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoongi says again. He
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“I didn’t mean—” the alpha begins, his pale cheeks darkening in embarrassment. “I just—it might calm you down. Skinship. Your
“Neck?” Jimin finishes in a breathy exhale. He doesn’t know why he says it or how he knows, but the thought is one he yearns for with frightening urgency. The skin of his neck is prickling all of a sudden,
“Yes,” Yoongi grits out, his eyes darting between Jimin’s and his throat. “Just like I’ve always done.”
It’s true, the alpha has always had a habit of touching Jimin’s neck, ever since they were children. Sometimes it
Now, however, Jimin knows it’s going to be worlds different from any of that.
In his peripherals, he sees the alpha raise a hand towards him, but he’s lightyears away from being prepared for the actual feeling of Yoongi’s skin against his.
Had he been any less overwhelmed, he might’ve
It’s over much too soon, with Yoongi practically tearing himself away from Jimin and putting a good three meters of space between them. By the looks of him, the distance affects the alpha just as much as it does
“I’m going hunting tonight,” the alpha interrupts, pressing out the words through gritted teeth. “I—the hunters are due. For the hunt.”
Yoongi nods, still looking at him with enough intent to have his knees feel weak. He doesn’t say anything for a long while, and just when Jimin begins to wonder if he should just return to the den,
For the second time, Jimin looks up so fast it makes his neck ache, gaping at Yoongi. “W-what?” he asks, his voice high-pitched. It must’ve sounded distressed, for the alpha winces and looks like he has to
Jimin knows what it means to give gifts here. It can be a friendly gesture, but between alphas and omegas, a gift, particularly one acquired through hunting, usually means...
He’s so sure Yoongi would take such good care of him.
“Will you accept it?” Yoongi asks, a hint of worry
Jimin ducks his head, overcome by shyness at the same time as he’s brimming with glee, preening at the idea that the alpha wants to do that. To bring him a gift. He can’t quite meet Yoongi’s eyes, but he
“Okay,” Yoongi agrees lowly, sounding a tad less tense. “You… you should head back inside.”
“Your scent,” the alpha croaks, sharp breath hissing through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry, just, your scent is—” He closes his eyes for a second to gather himself, and when he looks at Jimin again,
His voice has the hairs on Jimin’s arms standing on edge, an electric shudder rippling down his spine. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispers and takes a few steps back. Yoongi looks conflicted over his movement, like
“Don’t be,” he ends up saying, very hoarsely. He looks like he’s just run a mile without pause, but he stands up
“Please,” is the first thing past Jimin’s lips, which has him practically bursting into flames. “I-I mean, yes. You do that. Come find me.”
Yoongi nods, which is impressive on its own, considering
Jimin’s first instinct is to tell the alpha he should be the one to take care of him, but he manages to
His repeated words have Yoongi smiling despite himself, a soft curl of his lips even in his state of tension.
Jimin nods, and with one last lingering look, he turns around and runs back inside. He doesn’t slow down until he’s almost at his and Taehyung’s room, knowing he would turn around if he gave himself the chance.
He can’t stop smiling.
That is, until he’s just outside his room, where he’s greeted by Jin, who throws the pelts open and all but drags him inside. “Whoa, what—” Jimin exclaims, but the elder omega grabs his chin and tilts it up, gaze flickering all over his face.
“Holy shit,” comes Taehyung’s voice from the bed, sounding utterly stunned. “Holy shit, Chim, what did he do to you?”
More confused than ever, Jimin pries himself away from Jin’s hold and looks at his best friend, frowning. “What are you
There’s a beat of silence, and then Taehyung’s grin returns, although this one bears a whole lot more sympathy than previously. “Oh geez,” he huffs into
“Alright, Jiminie,” the elder omega says gently and places his hands on his shoulders. “I think we should go have a nice bath, huh? To relax? And to, uh,” he glances down Jimin’s front and quickly looks up again,
For a moment, Jimin is more confused than he’s ever been, having no idea what they’re talking about or why they’re looking so sympathetic. The pleasant thrum in his body is clearing away now, driven aside by his bewilderment,
His robes feel sticky at the back of his thighs, the fabric clinging to his skin, and Jimin knows what it is. Taehyung has told him about it many times, in hushed whispers late at night,
He knows what the wetness is, and he wants to die.
“Oh my gods,” he whines and sinks into a crouch, his face practically burning. Suddenly, Yoongi’s reaction makes so much sense, the way he had tried to block
Before he can finish the sentence, there’s a comforting pressure against his back, rubbing soothingly. “Listen to me, Jiminie,” Jin says with a hint of sternness to his voice. “This is completely normal. You’ve just had your
“But it’s so embarrassing,” Jimin protests meekly, refusing to look up. “Oh gods, and after he said he'd bring me a gift, I’m so—”
Jimin nods into the security of his arms and Taehyung emits a triumphant cheer,
Jimin peeks up from his hiding at that.
Now that it’s been pointed out to him, Jimin realises he can still smell the alpha’s scent all around him, as if it’s clinging to him after their encounter.
The elder omega presses his lips together in an attempt to not smile too widely, something cryptic in the glance he exchanges with Taehyung. “Scenting can be done through a touch
“Yeah, and you reek of him,” Taehyung supplies with a mischievous grin. “I knew your changing would affect him the most, but if you smell this much like him,” he pauses to
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” Jimin protests in a high whine, sighing when Jin shushes him softly. “It’s just, it was so… overwhelming. Just being close to
“Well, you’ve always had a thing for Yoongi,” the elder omega says with far more rationality than Jimin is in the mood for hearing,
Jimin grimaces against the safety of his arms. It makes sense, what Jin says, but he’s
“I’ll scare ‘em off for you, Chim,” his friend promises, puffing up his chest in what must be an
“Hey, I didn’t say you could—”
“Don’t be too long!”
With that, Taehyung dances out of the room, leaving Jin to heave a frustrated sigh while Jimin manages a
Jimin complies with little reluctance, wincing slightly when he stands; the dampness of his robes feels so gross against his skin, and his cheeks burn
Again, Jin interrupts him, this time by pulling him into a tight embrace.
“No,” Jimin sniffles against the omega’s chest, nuzzling further into his arms, seeking
“I’m gonna smack you if you tell me I’m wrong about this.”
Jimin presses his lips together and pouts, but only for a moment. The
“Just because you get off to the smell of coal doesn’t mean the rest of us do, Jiminie,” the elder omega huffs, cackling when Jimin turns beet red and swats at him. “I’m kidding!”
Jin only keeps laughing as he throws an arm around Jimin’s shoulders and
They pass several omegas on the
Once they reach the springs, they’re met with Taehyung in the middle of trying to
Jimin ducks his head, smiling, at his enthusiasm, the bubble heart swaying on his head.
They spend a good hour in the baths, going over more things for Jimin to learn and making plans for
Jin is eager to join him, and so the two brothers make a long list of
“Does Yoongi-hyung have an eye for color?” Taehyung wonders, splashing the water around. “Would he consider what colors best suit Jimin?”
“Can you two stop?” Jimin asks meekly, feeling like he’s about to overheat in the bath, blushing red all the way to the tips of his ears. “You’re gonna make me pass out.”
When they finally leave the springs, Jin has another go at fetching them some food, departing with
Night has fallen by the time they’ve eaten, and so Jin bids them goodnight and leaves to join his mate in their own den. Exhausted, Jimin curls up under the many
“Night, Chim,” Taehyung whispers and pulls him in closer, burying his face into Jimin’s hair.
And yes, no matter how shy Jimin may be, he can’t deny the thrum of excitement that goes through him even as he’s falling asleep, giddy with anticipation for what Yoongi will bring him. Whatever it is, he knows he’ll love it,
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
He stares up into the dark ceiling for
As he makes his way along the hallways of the den, he finds himself unable to stop smiling, nervous and giddy all at once
It doesn’t take him long to reach the edge of the forest, the smile on his lips growing
He can even smell the wind itself, still as it is in the early morning.
The forest slowly wakes up around him as he walks, the sky’s greenish light growing more and more blue as the sun
Once the sun has began to peek over the horizon, Jimin decides to busy himself with making a crown of flowers. He’s done it plenty of times
The realisation has Jimin sinking into a crouch in the meadow,
It takes him a moment to regain his composure, although the smile stays present on his lips the whole time he goes about picking the flowers he wants for his crown. When he has enough, he finds his way
He’s so lost in what he’s doing, he doesn’t realise what time it is until he hears a wolf’s howl in the distance,
Jimin almost drops the flower crown in his hurry to stand up, eyes wide as he looks around. The sun is high above the trees now, the flowers in full bloom all around him. “Shit,” he hisses, tossing the remaining goldclovers aside before
His previous grace is nowhere to be find as he runs, trying his best to just stay upright as he moves through the forest, heart hammering in his chest. He can’t be late, no way, not when Yoongi is going
Jimin all but bursts past the final line of trees, staggering over roots as he goes. He doesn’t slow down, even with his lungs on fire from
Jimin doesn’t stop until he arrives at the heart of the village, skidding to a halt some ways behind the line of hunters. His breath passes his lips in harsh exhales and he wants to double over in exhaustion, but he looks around, eyes
Jimin is just about to take a step in their direction when someone calls his
“I-I was in the meadow,” Jimin manages through his labored breathing, still staring at the hunters.
Much to his surprise, Hoseok emits a highly amused chuckle and flicks his hand as if to swat away Jimin’s worry. “Oh, he’s fine alright,” he says smugly. “He just wanted to get started on preparing a
Jimin just stares as him for a moment before stuttering out
“You really gonna sit your ass here all day, Chim?” Taehyung asks when he comes back from throwing himself at Jeongguk and sending him off to rest with a shameless flurry of kisses all over his face.
“That’s okay,” Jimin hums, arms around his legs, the flower crown tucked between his thighs and chest. “I want to stay here.”
He vaguely notices the way Taehyung looks over at Jin, who only shakes his head with a small smile,
Jimin remains quiet while the others chat, only humming silently when prompted. At one point, Hoseok asks him if he’s disappointed, and he
The others give him his space after that.
Jimin has no idea for how long he’s been sitting there—could be minutes, could be hours—until he
Jimin barely has time to register the white pelts slung over the alpha’s shoulder before he’s standing right in front of him.
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin murmurs, his voice coming out quieter than intended, but he can’t help it, not with Yoongi
Jimin doesn’t have the chance to
Once their proximity is gone, it takes more effort than Jimin would’ve thought possible to look away from the alpha and at the furs instead, and his lips part in awe at what he’s
He recognises the furs for what they are immediately. There’s only one creature in these woods with such a strikingly white pelt, and such volume; it’s soft and fluffy around Jimin’s neck, the pristine color a heavy contrast against his black hair. The pelts are
“Th-these,” Jimin starts, voice hushed in his awe as he looks from the mane around his shoulders to Yoongi. “These furs… they’re from a staghorn lion.”
“Yoongi’s gonna get nothing but the best for his omega,” Jin had said yesterday, and now, Jimin is about to combust where he stands, enveloped in what
He parts his lips and closes them again over and over, utterly dumbstruck as he stares at Yoongi. He’s supposed to say something, to thank the alpha, but he can’t, the words won’t come. How could they, when he doesn’t even
Amidst his desperate struggle to find the right words, Jimin remembers the crown of flowers still in his hand. With his heart beating
His hands tremble slightly as he reaches up the rest of the way and places the weave on the alpha’s head, fingers brushing against his temple as he makes sure the crown sits properly. “Thank you, Yoongi,” he whispers
“Thank you, Jimin,” Yoongi echoes as he straightens up. “Thank you for accepting it, and for giving me yours in return.”
Pride all but radiates off of
He doesn’t realise exactly what he’s done until Yoongi’s scent becomes much stronger, not just in the furs, but all around him. He barely manages to swallow down a whine and quickly looks up, growing tense under the alpha’s
Jimin wishes he would let himself do it.
The intensity of the alpha’s stare pulls on Jimin’s instincts and he does that thing again where he makes himself as small
When he finally has to
“Jimin,” Yoongi rumbles and Jimin curls further in on himself, positively preening at his low voice. It sounds almost like a
He seems to settle for the former, raising a hand towards the furs framing Jimin’s face. He moves very slowly, as if to give
“Yes,” Jimin says without pause. His voice high and laden with
He has just let go of his furs to reach out when a voice erupts from right behind him, startling him so hard he lurches forward. “Not that we’re all not terribly
Disoriented, it takes Jimin a moment to realise he’s holding onto Yoongi’s arm with both hands and that the alpha’s gentle touch on his skin has
As if he’s been burned, Jimin quickly lets go and takes a step back, eyes briefly darting up to meet
The rest of his words are lost in a little
It’s almost startling, how quickly Jimin’s tension slips
If possible, the nickname has the redness of Jimin’s cheeks intensifying tenfold, a wide smile spreading on his lips. He can’t quite meet the alpha’s eyes, but he nods all the same, fingers curling into the white furs and tugging them closely around himself.
Not looking at the alpha’s face brings Jimin’s attention to something else, however, something far more distracting than the indirect touch against his arms; the skin of Yoongi’s arms
Yoongi must notice his shift, for the hands on his arms tighten slightly, but Jimin looks up at him before he has the
“It’s alright,” Yoongi says with a shrug, a small smile tugging at the corners of his
“Now,” Jimin says, although it takes a whole lot of effort to pry himself away from the alpha, wanting nothing more than to keep Yoongi’s hands on him. Still, his concern for his
Yoongi is quiet for a moment before he sighs, lips quirking into a smile that’s both exasperated and fond.
“I’m sending you away BECAUSE you gave me this gift,” he says instead, his voice growing softer as he
When Jimin glances up at his face again, the alpha is looking back at him with such conflict, he seems almost pained. Jimin thinks he can imagine what’s going through Yoongi’s mind; half of him wants to
It’s easy to imagine, because that’s what Jimin is struggling with, too.
Finally, the alpha heaves another sigh, much deeper than before, and
“And then rest,” Jimin says, allowing himself to smile when Yoongi rolls his eyes.
It’s Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes, giggling at the alpha’s tone. He huffs out a quiet, “Since you asked so nicely,” before his shyness returns and he ducks
It’s not like it means anything, an alpha and an omega sitting together at a post-hunt feast, but to say it out loud
Overwhelmed, Jimin buries his face further
He hears the alpha’s sharp inhale. “Jimin,” Yoongi grits out, and it sounds almost like a whine. Almost. “You’re making it hard for me to leave.”
Jimin jerks his head up immediately, mortified when he realises what his actions
There’s a moment of silence, and then Yoongi smiles, wide and bright, like he can so clearly understands that Jimin isn’t just talking about the furs. That he likes more than just the furs.
That he likes Yoongi.
Jimin nods, smiling as he raises a hand out from underneath the furs and offers Yoongi a little wave, the other still
He looks after Yoongi for as long as he can see him and even for several seconds after, smiling into the furs
He stands there in silence for as long as he’s allowed; before long,
“I don’t think he even saw us, Jin-hyung,” Hoseok points out, barking out a laughter when Jimin turns on the heel to pin him under a warning glare, one hardly
Jin hums at that and looks Jimin over, filling him with a sense of ominous premonition for what’s to come. “I should, shouldn’t I?” he muses,
Jimin can’t tell if the elder omega is talking about him or Yoongi, and he doesn’t really want to know. Before he has a chance to slip away, however, Taehyung crowds him from behind and nudges him forward,
“Then again,” Jin says with a much too wide smile, “I don’t think that poor idiot will be able to focus on anything else than his
“Not even some gloss?” Taehyung wonders, and the elder omega scoffs.
“Don’t be ridiculous, of course we’re using gloss,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
The whine Jimin emits goes ignored, so he pulls his furs as tightly around himself as he can and braces himself for a long day.