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This is a fictional world. I do not think any of the members would be involved in things as described in this piece. 

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In Min Yoongi's life, there's just a few things he wouldn't change. Nothing else than those few. One of those things, and first in place, is his love for Park Jimin. Other things are in this exact order, all under Jimin: his family, as in his mother and father because his brother keeps annoying him, his work, which he is very passionate about and is hoping to become a higher rank officer one day and at the end is his new car.

And from all of the things he cares for, Jimin is the only thing people are very passionate about in their gossips. There are other subjects for them to gossip about, minor, but there is really not much to whisper about in his pack.

Yoongi’s pack isn’t on the more traditional side, and so isn’t Jimin’s, but still, it’s hard for people to understand a relationship between wolfpacks. It’s not necessary something profound, it’s mostly about how relationships between packs aren’t the most natural and most apparent choice most people make and people like when things are easy. But they aren’t like other people and deep down Yoongi knows that. They are stronger, much stronger than any other couple that ever existed. Universe wanted them together, and Jimin thinks the same.

They had a rocky start, used to see each other at parties when they were younger when Yoongi still was dating Yejin, thinking they will be together for a long time. Even back then, there was something in Park Jimin that pulled him into talking to the younger, nothing scandalous, just a conversation at a party.

But when Yoongi stopped seeing his future with his girlfriend, he started seeing it with Jimin, a man he wasn’t very familiar with. He couldn’t be in a relationship with Yejin anymore, it felt wrong. The break up was a bad one; she wanted to know why is he ending their relationship so abruptly when nothing terrible was happening between them. But Yoongi just couldn’t tell her he is dreaming about a beautiful wedding and kids with a pretty omega, and she isn’t that omega.

It took Yoongi just a week to stumble upon Jimin, they met next to a veggie stand at a local farm market. He asked Jimin out right there and then because he knew he couldn’t lose such a chance. Something was pushing him to do it. Jimin agreed, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation when Yoongi asked that question. Jimin felt the same pull for years.

Their relationship was a reason for whispers from the very beginning. First, it was only because people thought Yoongi moved on too soon, then it was because Jimin wasn’t from as well situated family as Yoongi’s. Any time Jimin even mentions feeling unwell, the gossip about his alleged pregnancy spreads like wildfire between both packs. But they never really cared.

The only thing that can annoy them is Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, who never moved on. It’s nothing more than mildly annoying texts, and sentences are spoken to them whenever she sees them, some less appropriate than the others. Sometimes Yoongi felt something akin to respect for the number of times she is willing to get rejected instead of moving on, but when he has a worse day, he wished nothing more than for her to be gone.

Yoongi, as a police officer, should just know to block her and move on with Jimin, but he liked to get a little annoyed from time to time. They often laughed at her pathetic and embarrassing attempts at leading Yoongi back into her bed. Jimin found it amusing, and it was blooming the feeling of victory deep in his chest.

But it also was building a tension, for years now. The little annoyance is growing inside them, and even if getting rid off, it would be healthy, they don’t do it. Sometimes it adds up to Yoongi’s work stress, and in those days, he really wants to smash something to the ground with a scream.

Sometimes he just feels like a ticking bomb.

Like today, when he spent hours doing paperwork just to be sent at a crime scene 10 minutes before he was supposed to leave his desk and drive to Jimin. He feels very sexually frustrated for the last couple of days, and he wants nothing else than to feel the weight of his omega on top of him, his sweet scent calming down his nerves.

It’s one con of living far away from Jimin, they can’t see each other daily. It’s been days since they saw each other, and with Yoongi’s upcoming rut, he keeps smelling the sweet smell of Jimin randomly through his days. He misses his omega, his mind, his speech, his aroma, his body. He misses it all to the point he feels numb pain squeezing his heart.

The cold air blows the dead leaves on the ground, pulling new ones from the trees around them. There are dozens of crime detectives on the scene, collecting evidence, looking thoughtfully through every meter of the forest.  

Yoongi is squatting next to somebody’s liver, but all he can smell is Jimin, his brain is playing tricks on him. He isn’t in good condition to work, and soon he will have to take a couple of days off.

Yoongi grunts getting up, looking around. His flashlight is shining a cold light at the crime scene, making bloody dead leaves shimmer in the night. It used to make him feel uneasy, sometimes even sick. But after a couple of years in the crime department, things like deadly gang fights no longer make him feel anything. Those weren’t people, those were beasts who couldn’t handle their own wolves.

Everyone walks around with a sour mood. Nobody wants to be here, with their boss watching over them, repeating to not miss a single drop of blood when they all know their department will drop it after a couple of days. Their very own boss has more gang connections than most gang members.

They all could be somewhere more beautiful. Yoongi dreams about the warmth of the car and the quiet, open road leading to Jimin’s pack territory where Jimin is waiting for him. He would rather be even back in the office, everywhere but in the cold of September’s night.

Finally, after they almost freeze to death, the detectives are free to go. Yoongi doesn’t feel his fingers around the handle of the flashlight, and his legs are shaking. They throw empathetic looks to the ones who need to stay there and clean up the place. It will take a while, there are human, and wolf remains to lay everywhere.

Yoongi rushes to his car, bowing to more significant people on the scene and making sure he isn’t stepping into anything unpleasant. He drives off, heading straight to the border with a sigh of relief. He feels terrible for the people who had to stay and clean it up but not bad enough to want to stay there with them.

Yoongi never feels more at peace than when he is with Jimin. His cheerful, shining persona and warm smell just keep him grounded like nothing else. The omega knows it, Yoongi never was one to hide this from him or anyone else, to be honest. Jimin is fully aware of his power, and he never uses it against Yoongi.

Jimin can ask Yoongi to do anything, and everything and he would do that for him. Yeah, he knows it sounds horribly cheesy, and people roll their eyes when he says that, but he actually means it. His parents like to tease him whenever Jimin asks him for something, and Yoongi immediately gets up to comply. 

He wasn’t like this with Yejin, and it’s probably one of the reasons why she is so upset over him leaving her. For Yoongi, Jimin is the highest being, there is no life without Jimin. When with Yejin, their relationship was more equal, like they were buddies. Yoongi never was gushing around her, feeding her, and he would never sacrifice being cold at night because she stole the duvet. 

And yet, Jimin is a healthy omega, he can fight for what he wants, and he can do things himself. He doesn’t need any guardian to help him in his life, but Yoongi intends to be that for him anyway. Sometimes Jimin lets him feed his inner alpha even just by making him put together a new coffee table, only small things like that. Yoongi does those things with a big smile on his face, his chest puffed out, and Jimin watches, amused.

Yoongi’s mother likes Jimin better than Yejin. She loves how independent Jimin is and how rational he can be about things like mating or pups, even moving in together. It was a heated discussion between their parents, who have no real control over the couple’s decisions, but they just love to talk about it. Will they live in Jimin’s pack or Yoongi’s? In theory, it’s omega who should move to alpha’s place, but Yoongi enjoys Jimin’s better. 

The pack Jimin comes from is a little bigger in population than Yoongi’s, which means that people focus on themselves more, simply because there are too many people to know everything about everyone. Yoongi also would love an excuse to leave work earlier and not be called in times of emergency, since he is living further from the station.

When he arrives at Jimin’s apartment, it’s already pretty late into the night, but he knows Jimin won’t be asleep. His omega has a habit of falling asleep way too late and sleeping just enough to keep his body going. It worries Yoongi, and he wishes he could be here more often because Jimin sleeps well when he has him next in bed. 

Yoongi walks into the apartment without knocking, kicks off his shoes, and moves into the small kitchen. At the other end of the other's apartment, he can see warm light from Jimin’s bedroom. 

Jimin’s apartment is small, cozy, and everything here smells like them. The furniture is mismatched, a compilation of house warming gifts and things he found at an antic store. Somehow Jimin pulls it off, making it all look like it all belongs together. Just like he makes Yoongi feel.

He makes himself a cup of tea to warm up and takes slow steps in the direction of the bedroom, carefully watching his mug not to spill anything. Yoongi smiles softly, seeing Jimin lying on his stomach, watching something on his phone. His cheek is squished against the pillow, making his pout hard to miss.

“Hi,” Yoongi says softly, putting his mug on the nightstand and getting into the bed in his suit.

Yoongi can’t stop the need to tease Jimin a little bit, so he climbs on top of him, lying flat on Jimin’s back, using his elbow to prevent himself from crushing his omega completely, and kisses the side of his head. The younger just grunts in discomfort but doesn’t do anything to shake to older off him. 

“What are you watching?” He asks sweetly, laying his head on top of Jimin’s to try peeking into his phone.

Jimin huffs a laugh, moving the phone so Yoongi can see better. The older turns he volume higher to hear what the actors are saying.

It’s some kind of a new drama, Yoongi vaguely recognizes one of the male actors, probably from some of a crime drama. He tries his best to hopefully grasp the concept of this one. Well, other than there is perhaps an omega that alphas fight over.

“I like this drama.” Jimin mumbles, knitting his brows together as the woman, who Yoongi assumes is the main character, starts arguing with a male character.

Yoongi hums, his mind zooming in and out as he breathes in Jimin’s scent. After barely two minutes, Yoongi gives up on understanding the plot. He decides to slide off Jimin and pulling him for some warm spooning, where he can focus on scenting more. Jimin moves into Yoongi’s warm body without complaint, too focused on the show to pay attention as Yoongi starts running his hand under Jimin’s shirt.

Jimin’s attention snaps to Yoongi only when the alpha pulls Jimin’s hips closer to his own, flush against his hard dick, humming deeply. His rut must be closer than he was expecting it, or maybe it’s just because they haven’t seen each other for a couple of days.

“Are you in your suit?” Jimin asks, eyes still glued to the phone screen.

Yoongi buries his nose in Jimin’s hair, his whole body going lacks as he breathes in Jimin’s scent harder, “Yeah.” He mumbles with a lazy smile on his face.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whines, stopping his drama. “I changed the sheets today.” He frees himself from Yoongi’s hands and turns around, whiffing Yoongi’s clothes. “Were you at a crime scene?” 

Yoongi pouts, knowing just how much Jimin hates it when he doesn’t shower, especially after he was working outside of the office and sometimes even if he was too close to another alpha.

“I’m horny.” Yoongi tries, pulling Jimin closer by his shirt.

Jimin rolls his eyes, unable to hide his smile, “And smelly. Go take a shower.”

Of course, it’s all Yoongi needs to get up, even if he is tired, and his dick is hard. Jimin doesn’t help him focus on going straight to the bathroom when he runs his hand over Yoongi’s hips and dick while he walks past the bed to reach the bathroom. 

Yoongi whines to Jimin through his whole shower, leaving the door purposefully open so he can be heard loud and clear. Jimin just giggles, teasing the older with dirty comments. Even in his hazy state, clouded with hormones, Yoongi can’t be annoyed at Jimin. 

With every day that pushes Yoongi closer to his rut, he gets more irritated. By now, he is sleeping at Jimin’s daily because he is unable to stay away from his omega for a full twenty-four hours. This means Yoongi needs to wake up much earlier and glue himself off Jimin to drive to work, and he hates it. 

Jimin is also irritated, calming down only when Yoongi comes back. Their bodies grew depended on one another after years of intense scenting, and whenever Yoongi smells like this, Jimin gets very possessive and clingy, hissing at anyone who dares to even smile at his alpha. The omega is already bruised all over, but each night Yoongi comes back; they have sex until they can’t move anymore.

Today Yoongi feels especially irritated after a phone call from work that stops him from eating Jimin’s ass at 5 AM. Nobody at the station even tries talking to him for the whole day, smelling the anger on him, and knowing nothing good will come out of trying to communicate with him.

The day doesn’t get any better even after he takes his lunch break to walk around in hopes of cooling down a little bit. Finally, he steps into a small cafe for a piece of cake and black coffee because this always helps him calm down. It does the opposite.

Yoongi smells her before he sees her, and by then, it’s too late to just avoid her. Yejin sits on the opposite side of the table with the most annoying smile he has ever seen.

“You look tense.” She says, rolling piece of her hair on her finger, trying to squeeze her boobs closer.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose, “What do you want?” 

Yejin pouts, letting herself take Yoongi’s fork out of his hand and take a bite of his cake. She scrunches her face at the taste, “You don’t like plumps.”

“Oh my fucking God, I will lose it,” Yoongi mumbles to himself, shutting his eyes tightly, trying to keep himself together. “I like it now.”

“Do you need help relaxing? I can smell rut from here, and I’m willing to help.” She says, and Yoongi’s blood boils.

When he opens his eyes to Yejin holding a piece of cake on the fork towards him with a sickly sweet smile, he doesn’t hesitate to get up. He had enough of this day already, and he doesn't need any more of this shit.

“You couldn’t even suck a dick well. I don’t see how you could help.” He says calmly, looking straight at her shocked face.

He spends the rest of the day just wanting to be with Jimin but being stuck doing paperwork. Yoongi can’t even leave earlier due to the workload they have in the criminal division. The only thing that holds him sane is the thought that he will soon be with Jimin, and he has a full week off work after tomorrow, if his rut won’t hit tonight.

Throughout the day, he keeps getting very unwanted messages from Yejin, and even if he doesn’t open them, he is able to read some parts of them, and it makes him want to get up, go find her and tear her apart. She picked the worst possible day to annoy him.

Yoongi doesn't know how he doesn’t crash his car on the way to Jimin, but somehow he makes it safe. He is so livid his hands are shaking, and his scent is so unpleasant he needs to drive with an open window because it bothers him.

Jimin cuddles him in bed without whining for him to take a shower, petting his hair until he calms down a little. But when Yoongi starts recalling to Jimin the events of the day, he gets angry all over again. Jimin stays relatively calm, letting Yoongi let it all out.

When Yoongi finally calms down, Jimin peppers small kisses all over his face, throwing one leg over his hips and sits on him.

“It’s okay.” He says softly, running his hands up and down Yoongi’s chest, pushing a little harder than necessary to let him know that he doesn’t need to sit up. “Let me help you relax.” He says with the cutest smile Yoongi has ever seen.

Already, Yoongi can feel his blood rush down at the way Jimin can easily take control over his whole body. Yoongi lets Jimin take his time, enjoying the feeling of his small hands traveling under his dress shirt. The happy shine in Jimin’s eyes becomes sinister as he slowly unzips Yoongi’s pants.

“Will you be a good alpha for your Jiminie?” He asks innocently, pulling Yoongi’s pants down with force.

Yoongi nods feverishly, taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room and lays back down. He feels excited about the familiar feeling. Yoongi can’t wait to see Jimin acting all-powerful; he missed that.

When Jimin comes back to him, he is naked and doesn’t waste time to lean down for a sweet kiss that leaves them both whining. Yoongi feels Jimin’s hand slowly creeping down his stomach, teasing his pelvis.

“Jimin.” Yoongi murmurs, his body tensing whenever Jimin’s fingers brush on his member. “Please.” He almost begs, his voice whiny.

Jimin giggles, giving Yoongi a sweet peck on the lips before he climbs back on top of him. From where Yoongi is lying, he can see clearly how aroused his omega is. The inside of Jimin’s thighs glisters prettily, and the scent makes him smile. There is a drip of slick running down Jimin’s thigh that he wishes he could lick off his boyfriend. 

Out of instinct, he tries laying his hands on Jimin’s hips, but the omega stops him catching his wrists in a firm grip, his gaze becoming harder. Yoongi lets Jimin pull his hands above his head, eyes big and heart hammering. 

“If you will move, I’ll stop,” Jimin whispers, looking deep into Yoongi’s eyes.

Yoongi knows this isn’t an empty threat, and it makes it so much exciting. Jimin isn’t a person to make empty threats and promises. Whatever the omega says can be trusted.

He loves Jimin’s possessive side, and he loves how bossy his boyfriend can get. At the beginning of their relationship, he used to be very confused by the thrill running through his bloodstream whenever Jimin had any kind of control in bed or even in their day to day life. 

The first time Yoongi realized that something is up was when they were still a new couple. Yoongi had a very unpleasant encounter with Yejin at a party. She tried to kiss him. Of course, Yoongi pushed her away, and Jimin saw it all. The flame in Jimin’s eyes when he walked over was making his heart pick up, and his member twitch. Never before, he saw an omega that could be easily mistaken for alpha in a situation like this.

Usually, omegas become possessive but not aggressive towards each other. They scent their partners, they throw glances and hisses but never attack, it’s not in their nature. But Jimin was ready to show Yejin where is her place.

They left the party soon after, and what then occurred in the back of Yoongi’s car, he, to this day, sees as some kind of an awakening.

Usually, he was the possessive one in bed. But this time, it was Jimin holding him down in his seat, restraining him from moving. The feeling of Jimin being so possessive, holding him in place while scenting him, got him hard very fast. It wasn’t about the way Jimin rolled his hips into Yoongi’s, it was all about feeling out of control.

Yoongi felt so much pleasure he almost lost his mind, his hips twitching upwards as he kept promising Jimin he is only his.

He liked it.

The journey to understand why that specific night felt so ecstatic took him a couple of months. As a fresh couple, they were getting familiar with their bodies, trying to figure out what the other likes the best. Yoongi was on the search for the amazing feeling, the mind-blowing orgasm he had that night in his car, but nothing felt the same. The only glimpse of that fire he felt when Jimin would be on top of him, riding his dick like there is no tomorrow.

He liked the feeling of Jimin’s hands sprawled on his chest, holding him down. After months of trying to understand, he finally stopped avoiding the answer to his question. Knowing that Jimin would never judge him, he asked the younger to tie him down, to order him around, and Jimin did that, with joy. 

He loves being submissive to Jimin.

Yoongi keeps his eyes on Jimin as he slowly lowers himself, grabbing Yoongi’s hot member into his hand. Yoongi bites on his bottom lip, trying to stop a loud moan from escaping his lips. Nothing really happened, and he is already feeling close to his orgasm.

Jimin gives Yoongi a slow thug, eyes moving from his dick to his face to observe his boyfriend’s reaction. Yoongi’s mouth snaps open, making Jimin smile. The omega brings one hand between his legs, collects some slick dripping down his leg, and smears it on Yoongi’s lips with an evil grin. 

Yoongi’s breath stutters as the smell of Jimin starts becoming overwhelming. He tries his best not to lick his lips, eyes locked with Jimin, a challenging look in omega’s eyes. 

He knows Jimin is playing with him, waiting for Yoongi to do something he shouldn’t because Jimin just loves to be a tease. If Yoongi got called a bad alpha, Jimin would make everything in his power to make him as close to orgasm as possible and then stop doing whatever he does just before Yoongi finishes. 

It always drives him crazy, but he loves it.

“You want me to sit on your dick?” Jimin asks, sitting his wet ass on Yoongi’s dick, pressing it into Yoongi’s stomach. The omega slowly rolls his hips, lubricating the whole length with his slick and Yoongi growls.

Jimin raises his brow, “That’s strong; yes, I think.” He sighs dreamily. “I really love your dick. It’s big and thick and feels so nice inside.” 

Jimin starts rolling his hips faster, his hands spread on Yoongi’s chest with the purpose of pushing the alpha into the mattress. Yoongi fists the pillow, trying to suppress the need to touch his beautiful boyfriend.

“I want you to be quiet.” Jimin murmurs, lifting himself and angling Yoongi’s dick.

Yoongi gulps loudly, wanting to moan at the feeling of his head barely sliding inside Jimin. He takes a deep breath, focusing fully on the way Jimin feels as he slowly buries his dick in Jimin’s hot, wet hole.

“I will fuck myself just how I used to years ago, imagining you are with me.” Jimin murmurs, knowing how feral Yoongi gets whenever he mentions things like this.

Jimin was never ashamed to tell Yoongi how he used to crush on him. He wasn’t even ashamed to say that he was hoping Yoongi and Yejin would break up so he can have even a chance. Of course, Jimin knew he is beautiful, smart, and funny, and he would probably get Yoongi to break up with Yejin much sooner, but he didn’t want it to be caused because of him.

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but he quickly shuts it, the flame in Jimin’s eyes, reminding him that he isn’t allowed to speak. He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles, feel into the calmness of his wolf.

“Now you are mine and mine only.” Jimin almost growls. 

His moves are smooth and rhythmic, his thighs muscle flexing with each movement, and Yoongi needs to tear his gaze and look at the ceiling. Jimin drives his crazy, every bit of him is perfect, fitting into Yoongi like they were made of each other.

Destiny.

Yoongi’s breath becomes more rapid as Jimin speeds up, marking and scenting Yoongi all over, his slick wetting Yoongi’s skin, soaking through the sheets. Jimin doesn't speak to him, focusing on fucking himself, but Yoongi knows he feels good. The omega keeps mewling, moaning and whining, trying to reach his orgasm.

Alpha can feel his own orgasm approaching, his muscles stop relaxing. He feels the need to move, to thrust upwards, and chase his release, but he knows how well Jimin can take care of it on his own. There is nobody else on this planet who can make Yoongi feels as good as Jimin, and he trusts him with his life.

Jimin’s moves become irregular and desperate when Yoongi’s knot starts swelling up. Jimin looks like he is losing his mind, his mouth hanging open, eyebrows knitted together, his nails crawling into Yoongi’s chest.

“Mate me,” Jimin demands, bouncing on Yoongi’s dick so quickly, the slick gushing out of him splashes around, creating obscure noises as he pushes Yoongi’s dick back inside himself.

Yoongi can’t think straight, he can barely even understand what Jimin is saying to him, but his heart skips a beat when Jimin’s words reach him. He knows the game is over when he sees Jimin’s eyes, big and glassy, begging to be mated. Yoongi pulls Jimin against himself, holding him by his waist, their chest flush to each other. Jimin rests his forehead against Yoongi’s, their breaths becoming one as he stares with those puppy eyes into Yoongi’s.

Jimin bites Yoongi’s shoulder, drawing a hiss out of him. Yoongi’s knot expands inside Jimin, making him come on the spot. Jimin’s eyes grow even wider at the feeling, his own orgasm hitting him so hard Yoongi can see his eyes rolling. 

Alpha keeps his head against the pillow, even though he really wants to scent Jimin, kiss him and mark. And what’s the most important he wants to comply and do what Jimin asked him for, mate him.

As they get off their high, waiting for Yoongi’s knot to deflate Yoongi’s brain starts really catching up to the weight of Jimin’s words. They never before talked about mating, not outside telling their parents they aren’t talking about it. They knew it’s coming, and it’s probably coming very soon, but it never was a subject they had a conversation on.

Yoongi was waiting for Jimin no initiate it, to make his decision when and if he wants to do it. Even during his heats, Jimin never asked Yoongi to mate him. He sure begged Yoongi to give him a child but never to be mated. 

Jimin keeps nosing at the shoulder bite, running his hand up and down Yoongi’s naked arm. His hips are still uncontrollable twitching from time to time; Jimin’s body still very sensitive to any movement.

“I wish she would be just gone,” Jimin says out of nowhere, purring against Yoongi. 

Yoongi makes a questioning sound, running his hand over Jimin’s thighs, feeling fulfilled at the touch of meaty flesh under his fingers.

“Yejin, I wish she would just disappear, never existed.” He whispers, sucking in a sharp breath as Yoongi’s dick slips out of him with ease. 

Yoongi hums, his mind still stuck on Jimin’s tone, demanding to be mated.

“There shouldn’t be no one else you ever loved. It should be just me.” Jimin whines, desperately trying to wrap himself around Yoongi.

Yoongi chuckles, brushing the hair off Jimin’s forehead, “Yeah?”

Jimin pouts, looking up from where he is hiding in the crock of Yoongi’s neck, “Yeah.”

“What should I do?” He smirks, leaving a small kiss on the top of Jimin’s nose. “Kill her?” He laughs at his own joke.

Jimin shrugs, biting on his bottom lip with a newfound spark in his eyes, “Maybe.” 

They laugh it off, cuddling in bed. 

Yoongi’s rut hits in the middle of the night, giving him a way out of one more day at work. Jimin calls to his boss for his boyfriend and takes care of him as he always does. Whenever Yoongi is able to think rationally, he goes back into the spark in Jimin’s eyes, something he associates with Jimin being excited about something. 

He is sure this was a joke. Yoongi doesn’t know a more selfless, sweet, sympathetic person than Jimin. His boyfriend is the purest soul on this planet. Yet still, Yoongi feels some type of way about Jimin’s words. If Jimin really meant it, he doesn’t want to disappoint him as alpha.

Shouldn’t Yoongi prove himself as suited mate before he will claim Jimin as his partner till the end? It’s an old tradition, and even if they aren’t traditional, Yoongi wants to be the best alpha Jimin could find. He can’t lose Jimin to alpha that would go all the way for him.

It bugs him for weeks, and the more they talk about mating, because it suddenly becomes an open subject, a rational next step they are excited to take, planning moving and celebration, the more Yoongi thinks about it. It’s like a seed Jimin planted inside his brain, and now it’s starting to grow.

Sometimes he forgets completely about it, sometimes it sounds ridiculous. But it’s still there. He never touches upon this subject again, not knowing what to expect. 

The news about their upcoming mating spread like wildfire, as one would expect. It’s mostly due to Yoongi’s parents' big mouths running to all their friends, gushing about their soon-to-be-son-in-law. Before Yoongi can even ask for a honeymoon leave, the chief, mister Oh, is calling him into his office to congratulate him. It’s ridiculous.

Yoongi spends most of his days texting with Jimin, exchanging links to apartments they would like to see. He already posted his condo for sale, causing scenes like from some kind of an apocalyptic movie. His friends and family call him all day, people on the streets whisper as he walks past them. 

Sure, they were expecting people to talk about it; they weren’t expecting it to be such a shocker. Even Yoongi’s parents grow annoyed at the constant babbling from their friends, who are, for some reason, offended by a decision that doesn’t have any impact on their lives.

The closer they get to moving together, marking their new life, the often he seems to see Yejin. And Yejin being Yejin, she can’t just walk past him and enjoy her life, no. She has to annoy him, make all kinds of unpleasant comments about Jimin, and leaves Yoongi alone only when she can see he is about to lose it.

Though Yoongi heard whispers about her possible new boyfriend, she keeps bugging him, asking him to “think through his decision because she’s still waiting for him.” They also never seem to have an audience, so Yoongi can’t even roll his eyes at anyone. All he can do is go back to Jimin and rant about how he hates her.

He hates her. He genuinely stayed to hate her.

“Hey,” Yoongi says into their new, kind of empty, apartment.

The walls are still white and bare since they are planning on decorating after they are mated. It’s Jimin’s idea, and Yoongi doesn’t really mind that, it’s not like they had any plans anyway.

Most of Yoongi’s furniture is gone, most of them looked like new since he spent barely any time at his own apartment if Jimin wasn’t there and he got new furniture just a couple of years ago. Jimin has a harder time selling his furniture. The omega grew attached to most of the pieces, but in the end, he decided to keep just an antique chest, engraved with a beautiful pack imaginary of wolves surrounded by forest. 

“Hey,” Jimin says happily, coming out of an open kitchen. “I’m making dinner.” 

Yoongi gives Jimin a sweet peck, making omega giggle, a sweet blush spreading across his face.

“What?” Yoongi asks, smiling back at Jimin.

Jimin shrugs, trying to stop smiling, “I’m just delighted.”

Yoongi’s heart flutters at that as he coos at his boyfriend, pulling him for a hug, “I’m happier.” He teases Jimin.

“I’m happiest!” Jimin teases back, pulling Yoongi into the kitchen with him. “I got the best alpha!” 

“Of course you have,” Yoongi says with an exaggerated cockiness, making Jimin laugh. 

Living with Jimin has been therapeutic, it brings him comfort. Yoongi finally feels like he has a place he can call home, he no longer feels torn between two places. He no longer stresses over choosing if he wants to go back to his apartment or drive to Jimin’s. Sure, the fact that he has to travel between packs is still a problem for him, but he will need to get used to it.

Jimin has been working over hours so he can leave for their honeymoon, which they plan on spending on decorating because there is nothing more relaxing than picking furniture, and they both stand hard by that statement. No matter how much their parents whined and complained for them to go somewhere, visit another country they don’t feel like it. They just got an apartment together, and the last thing they want to do is to leave it. 

“I was thinking,” Jimin says slowly, glancing at Yoongi while faking being busy with the broth he is making. “That we could order some nice catering for the night.” 

Yoongi hums, busying himself with answering a text and taking off his suit jacket, “I thought it’s obvious your romantic alpha will give you a romantic mating.” He says, squinting at Jimin.

Jimin turns around, rolling his eyes at Yoongi, “I just wanted to be sure. I know we are quite liberal, but I really want it to be special.” He says almost shyly, avoiding eye contact. 

“I will be,” Yoongi assures him calmly, walking up to embrace him into a hug. “I will make sure this will be the best night of your life.” 

Jimin hits his ass, playfully, “This sounded nasty!”

“Yah! It’s because you have a dirty mind!” Yoongi complains, pouting.

Yoongi always knew that he wants his mating to be romantic, for it to be special. Even if he and Jimin were taking things lightly, not paying too much attention to the rules and traditions, mating is something special for everyone. It’s a bond that ties you two forever, to the very end. It’s a big decision and a big step in a relationship. 

Even now, their wolves are quiet depended on each other, missing each other much stronger than unmated couples usually do. Yoongi goes crazy if he can’t see Jimin for a couple of days, his wolf becomes restless, and he can’t stop worrying.

It’s normal for wolves, but it’s normal for mated wolves. If they are already feeling something akin of a mating bond, Yoongi can’t imagine how much stronger it will be when they will finally do it.

With mating comes a lot of traditions. One which used to be moving in together on the night of mating, although it was forgotten long ago because it was a hassle as the world progressed. There used to be a whole public ceremony with dining, music, and dancing, but due to the level of intimacy, people started to drift away from this idea. Still, you invite your family and closes friends for dinner once you are both settled down.

Back in the old days, alpha had to bring something for the omega to be accepted, something that proves his skills and power. Nowadays, not many even change into wolves, and killing animals started to be more of a hobby than the ritual thing. Yoongi personally was out hunting just a couple of times, but it’s Jimin who used to love go out into a forest and catch something. He was also very skilled in hunting down animals.

Now mating it’s more like Valentine’s just a million times more intense. 

Yoongi is very excited about their mating. He ordered some fancy food with house delivery, a cake, candles, and flowers. He even got sheets, especially for this occasion. He is going all-in, but he still feels like something is missing. But he can’t pinpoint it, and it bothers him, makes him worried.

He doesn’t want this night to be anything else than perfect. It has to be as near to perfection as Jimin is. This is why the day of mating brings a lot of anxiety to him. His scent is distressed, he snaps at everyone. His wolf is unsettled, trying to get free from his human body and do something, but Yoongi has no idea what.

The realization comes onto him as he is going back to the police department after a long walk with a chocolate bar and a cup of take-out coffee. At first, it’s just a scent. It hits him hard and immediately irritates him to the point he feels the need to crush the paper cup in his hand, spilling the hot coffee all over himself. Then he sees her, walking into his direction with that smile he started to hate.

He hates her so much.

Jimin’s sweet, joking voice starts to bounces around his mind as she comes closer and closer.

“Yejin, I wish she would just disappear, never existed.” 

The world around Yoongi goes completely still. His wolf finally calms down, a deep feeling of pure focus, making him so much more sensitive to every sound, color, smell around him. It’s the feeling he never could catch when he was younger, the drive to hunt.

“ Prey .” He thinks, taking a deep breath in. Enjoying the scent of Yein for the first time in years

“Hi, baby,” Yejin says, completely unaware of his thoughts. “I see still unmated.” She tries jabbing at him, trying to close the distance between them and touch Yoongi’s clean neck.

Yoongi automatically moves one step behind, looking around them. There is nobody on the street, everyone is at work. Of course, always spoiled Yejin doesn’t have to work, so she is just wandering around. Alone.

Not now, it’s a bad time. Yoongi still needs to work. But he has to do something now.

“I will be getting mated today, actually.” He says. Her eyes go wide in shock, her smile flattering. “But if you really want to get me back,” He continues. “Prove it, and I will leave him immediately.”

She looks at him suspiciously, “How?”

Yoongi looks around once again, taking a step closer to her, smirking at her. He moves his hand to tilt her chin so she can look up at him. Her eyes are shining with hope, excitement, something Yoongi feels as well.

“The closer it is, the more I realize how much you mean to me.” He murmurs, slowly moving his head closer. “I will be waiting for you just after the sun comes down at the big oak, you remember where it is?” He says.

She nods, blinking quickly as to not miss a single second of this moment. “Yes.” She whispers back, her voice shaking.

Yoongi seals his words with a bare touch of the lips and moves away quickly, wanting to run away before she is able to smell how bad this kiss made him feel. 

Back at the office, nobody realizes that something is off about Yoongi since he is smelling like pure stress since he first stepped into the building to begin with. Yoongi looks at the clock with impatience and excitement. 

He wants to be back with Jimin, and he wants to bring him something. A gift he deserves and wants. Something he will never forget, something that will symbolize how much Yoongi loves his omega.

Yoongi has his desk spotlessly clean fifteen minutes before he is allowed to leave. On his way out, everyone is clapping a whooping like he is going to invent a cure for cancer during his leave. He smiles at them politely and rushes out of the building as soon as the clock hits 5 PM.

The sun is slowly dipping behind the horizon, but he tries to not look like he is in a rush. He has nothing with himself, not a single thing he would need in this situation, and as a crime expert, he knows this is very stupid. But sometimes you need to do something stupid.

The only thing in his car that can be useful if a plastic bag and a hunting knife Jimin left in the glove holder ages ago, he would definitely need that.

He doesn’t drive all the way to the forest, leaving his car parked at an isolated location and walks from there. Yoongi undresses around a mile into the meetup location, not smelling anyone around. It’s hard not to leave any trace behind himself, but the only thing he really worries about as he walks deeper into the forest is meeting gangs.

They will not only be able to testify but can bring danger upon him before he will able to even get to where he is going. The forest is dark and quiet, making every sound loud. In his wolf form, Yoongi doesn’t really feel the way the cold air blows through the trees. The closer he gets to the location, the louder his heart is pumping with pure adrenaline.

Yoongi chooses a location they both know. Now that he thinks about it, it must have sounded a little romantic. It was a place where they used to hide as teenagers to make out. Normal teenagers’ thing. It was their secret.

He takes his time walking up there, sniffing the air every few steps. Finally, he picks up Yejin’s scent, and his moves immediately become faster. The adrenaline pumping through his blood system sounds almost like an ocean in his head when he finally sees her.

She is weary, not enough clothes for this type of weather, shaking but standing firmly. She’s with her back to him, touching the tree. Yoongi can smell nothing but calmness on her, trust. Everything he shouldn’t be feeling right now.

She finally hears him and turns around with a big smile on her face. Her brows furrow in confusion when she sees a wolf. It takes her a while to finally realize it’s Yoongi. 

Yoongi had no plan of action as he was coming here, and just now, he realized that he has no idea how to make her turn. Before he can even start thinking about a lie to say, Yejin is taking off her clothes. Yoongi is standing there, looking as she slowly walks into his trap before he even put anything inside to lure her in.

He doesn’t give her much more time to enjoy their moment before he attacks without warning as soon as she turns. Yejin is weak; she barely struggles before Yoongi’s jaw reaches her throat. She makes a couple of pitiful noises, trashing until her neck snaps between Yoongi’s jaws. 

When her lifeless body falls to the ground, Yoongi feels light, dropping her entirely to the ground. He feels almost like nothing happened, as if he didn’t do this or maybe blacked out. The only proof is Yejin’s lifeless body in front of his and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. He shakes the feeling off quickly and changes to get to work. 

He needs to be fast.

Yoongi drives to their apartment with a sense of price, the smell of blood overwhelmingly strong in his car. His hands are shaking, his heart is pounding so loudly he can’t even hear his engine. But still, he is proud.

Min Yoongi is a perfect mate for Park Jimin, and he is bringing a proof.

The apartment is dark as he enters, the only source of light are candles lit all over the place. The place smells like home, it feels like Jimin’s happiness. The plastic bag rustles loudly as he takes off his shoes.

“Yoongi!” He hears Jimin scream with excitement. 

The omega rushes out of their bedroom to welcome Yoongi in a slinky robe. Be slows down, and his smile dims down at the smell of blood. Even now, feeling so much at once Yoongi can’t stop himself from admiring how flawless Jimin is, how his toned body looks like in the dim light, his dangling earrings shining, catching Yoongi’s attention. 

Jimin scans his boyfriend attentive, his eyes stopping at Yoongi’s hands and gasps. The way Jimin looks at him makes him a little anxious, scared he did something Jimin didn’t want him to do.

“You smell like blood.” He says, still walking up to Yoongi but much slower. “Did something happen to you?”

Yoongi relaxes at the concern of his boyfriend, who starts lightly touching all over his body to check for injuries.

Yoongi clears his throat, “I brought you a gift.” 

Jimin’s eyes grow wide, and he finally looks at the bag in Yoongi’s hand, “What’s that?” He asks in a whisper.

Without telling much, Yoongi opens the bag, dropping his eyes on the floor. The smell of blood and Yejin hits them both. Yoongi can hear the way Jimin’s breath stutters, and he is scared to see his reaction. All he wants is to be the perfect alpha.

Instead of moving away, as Yoongi assumed Jimin will, he moves closer, his hand reaching into the bag. He runs his pretty hand over the bloodied fur. Yoongi can smell content on him, and it gives him the braveness to look up. 

Jimin is staring into the bag, his hand running over the fur. He looks proud of Yoongi, and alpha clings onto that. Jimin murmurs something under his breath, then he repeats it a little louder.

“She’s mine.”

Jimin looks up at him with so much adoration, love, and happiness all anxiety leaves Yoongi’s body.

“You are the only one for me.” He murmurs, a little shyly.

Jimin whines and cups Yoongi’s face, pulling him for a harsh kiss. Yoongi is fast to join, growling into the kiss. It’s full of passion, wet and harsh. Yoongi pours his all into it, he can feel the blood from Jimin’s hand smearing onto his face, and it makes his aroused.

“My alpha.” Jimin whines, pulling away to look at Yoongi with eyes full of tears. “You are so good to me.”

Yoongi feels like he is drunk as he smiles lazily at Jimin, letting him pull him into the bedroom with the bag still in his hand. Jimin pushes him onto the bed, making Yoongi drop the bag. Jimin looks incredibly sexy, the robe leaving little to the imagination. His muscular thighs and round ass are on display. Yoongi can see most of his chest as well, going up and down with Jimin’s ragged breath.

Jimin does something Yoongi wasn't expecting. The younger lay the new fur, still bloodied and not ready to be used on the bed. Jimin doesn’t seem to care about their new bed or sheets. He then processes to take off the robe and climbs on top of Yoongi with smooth, cat-like moves.

“My alpha brought me a gift.” He murmurs, unbuttoning Yoongi’s shirt. “To thank him, I will give him myself.” He says sweetly, giggling.

Yoongi is a loss for words. Jimin looks so evil but so cute. His words are said in such a sweet tone, but they sound almost like a snake hissing. It enchants alpha as he gapes at Jimin, who does his best to show off his neck as he undresses Yoongi.

“My omega.” He mumbles, lightly touching Jimin’s cheek. Jimin leans into the touch, nuzzling into Yoongi’s hand. 

“I’m yours, and you are mine.” Jimin states.

Yoongi flips them over, laying Jimin on the fur. The light creamy colour of the fur compliments Jimin’s skin, makes him look even more beautiful than he already is. Yoongi can’t tear his eyes away from Jimin, from his hooded eyes, glistering lips, beautiful diamond earrings Yoongi bought him for his birthday. 

Naked, beautiful, and ready to become one with Yoongi.

“Come closer.” Jimin whispers, circling his arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulling Yoongi towards him.

Jimin is mesmerizing, like a siren trying to pull him under the water. And Yoongi goes in, connecting their lips in another bruising kiss. Jimin spreads his legs, pulling Yoongi between them with his calves, wanting Yoongi as close as possible.

“Alpha.” Jimin whines, pulling away to rub his cheek over Yoongi’s, scenting him and smearing the drying blood onto his own skin.

Yoongi growls, pushing his hips into Jimin’s, making the younger whine louder. 

“I love you so much,” Jimin whispers into Yoogi’s ear, voice shaking.

Yoongi wants Jimin to know, he wants to mark him immediately. He pulls away to undress, making Jimin whine harder, trying to stop him from moving away with his muscular legs. It’s not how he planned it.

They were supposed to eat a fancy dinner that’s probably cold by now, then take a relaxing bath to enjoy each other. Yoongi wanted to make it romantic, wanted to take Jimin slow, make him shake with pleasure. But the rose petals are under the fur, the sheets are soaking in blood. It doesn’t matter; he loves it like this. It couldn’t be more perfect. He is the perfect alpha, and he has the ideal omega lying on his ideal gift and waiting for him to mate him. This feels right, feels complete.

The scents in the room are suffocating. The sweet smell Jimin and candles mix with the smell of blood and Yejin’s creating a dangerous combination that drives Yoongi insane. In a way, it makes him feel like he is still there, in the forest.

“Jimin.” He says, crawling on top of Jimin, completely naked, his hands fisted in the fur under them.

Jimin seems small this, showing his neck for the older, arms spread on his sides, fingers brushing through the fur. His eyes are hungry, breath rapid, yet he seems fragile, vulnerable, letting Yoongi cage him between his body and the bed. Yoongi feels like he genuinely proved himself, making Jimin submit to him without putting any fight. 

Yoongi pulls Jimin closer by his hips, holding his legs close to his chest. He can smell the slick all the way from where he is kneeling, waking a deep rumble deep inside him. Jimin bites his lips seductively, a strong wave of Jimin’s sweet smell washing over him like a wave. 

He doesn’t have to ask Jimin, he can see it in his eyes, in his relaxed body. Jimin makes a small whimper as Yoongi pushes inside. 

“Fuck me, alpha, only me.” Jimin pleads, seeing the moment in hesitation in Yoongi’s movement. 

Yoongi does as requested, he always does but only for Jimin.

Jimin is wet and keeps tightening around Yoongi, sending hot pleasure though his body. Yoongi can feel his muscles burning as he keeps repeatedly thrust into Jimin, their colliding skin making painfully loud noises.

Jimin lies on his back, moaning, and whining, giving Yoongi all the control. The way Jimin looks, sounds, and smells make Yoongi’s mouth water to the point he can no longer handle it. He needs to taste it.

The omega pulls Yoongi closer, biting into his shoulder harshly. He continues to do so as Yoongi slows down into a swift wavy motion, massaging Jimin’s prostate with his dick. Each bite turns up the flame inside Yoongi’s heart. When Jimin shows his face to Yoongi, his lisp is tinted red, and Yoongi’s shoulders are burning with pain.

Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s hand, and he lets him. Yoongi watches in awe as Jimin bites into his wrist harshly, drawing blood almost immediately. He can feel Jimin’s dick twitching between them, his hole shutting tight around Yoongi.

Yoongi’s mind goes completely blank for the second time this night, and when he comes back to himself, he feels like want took over his whole body. He pulls out quickly, and Jimin cries, whimpering for Yoongi to go back, to continue. Yoongi dries his tears, his own blood making Jimin’s lips look better than any lipstick ever could and flips him over.

“It’s okay, baby.” Yoongi calms him down, running his hand down Jimin’s sweaty back. He can feel some lose hair from the fur between his hand and Jimin’s back, bringing a smile onto his face.

Jimin calms down slowly as Yoongi leans down, licking slick off his asscheek, biting it harshly. Jimin shivers, moaning into the fur and shifting into a more comfortable position. Yoongi keeps going, licking and sucking on Jimin’s rim, fingering and pushing his tongue into the loose hole like a starved man.

“Alpha! Alpha!” Jimin moans, trashing and trying to free himself from Yoongi’s grip. “I can’t! I want to-”

Before he can finish, his body freezes, and he cums onto the fur with a scream, his legs shaking uncontrollably. Yoongi lowers Jimin onto the bed, letting him catch his breath. He massages omega’s legs, seeing his muscles still convulsing from the tool Yoongi took on him.

Jimin turns himself onto his back after a while, spreading his legs as wide as possible, showing off his flexibility.

“Alpha, why did you stop?” He asks, his voice wavering. Yoongi rushes to get back between Jimin’s legs, still massaging them lightly, “You don’t want me anymore?”

Yoongi shushes him, kissing him on the lips, “I always want you.” He says, sliding his dick back inside with ease. 

“Mate me,” Jimin says, his eyes changing from soft into something more demanding, the gaze Yoongi loves.

Jimin bares his neck, throwing his head back as Yoongi starts hitting his spot over and over again. It’s easy to smell how overstimulated Jimin is, his body releasing an unusually amount of slick. 

They keep eye contact, Jimin’s gaze unfocuses when a second orgasm hits him, his dick twitching against his stomach, releasing just a small amount of sperm onto his chest. As Yoongi starts to feel his knot swelling, making Jimin visibly salivate, he hides his face in the crock of Jimin’s neck.

Something is off, he doesn’t like the idea of him mating Jimin first. His omega is always first.

“Mate me.” He growls into Jimin’s skin, breathing in a mix or Jimin, slick, cum, blood, and Yejin, moving his head to give Jimin better aces.

Yoongi can feel Jimin’s nails digging into his back, pulling him closer. He was expecting the bite to hurt, but it doesn’t hurt more than the teasing bites Jimin often gives him. It makes Yoongi’s knot swell up immediately, making Jimin bite into him harder as it expands inside him.

Yoongi can hear Jimin's muffled whimpers as the knot keeps on growing, locking him under Yoongi. 

“Mate me, mate me.” Jimin cries, the incomplete mark clearly bothering him. Yoongi moves his head up to see Jimin crying, his lips red and swollen, blood on his teeth. “ Mate me,” he whispers pitifully, his bottom lip shaking.

Yoongi bites into Jimin’s neck harshly, almost as hard as he bites into Yejin’s. He can taste blood the second time today, but this time it shoots only pleasure down his spine. He moans into Jimin’s skin as his knot grows even more significant, making Jimin scream.

“Alpha!” Jimin screams, crawling at Yoongi’s back, tearing off his skin. “Oh, God!”

“It’s okay.” Yoongi tries calming him down, stopping him from moving. “It will go down in a moment. I’m sorry.” He says, genuinely hurt over his omega’s discomfort. 

Jimin shakes his head, gulping loudly. “You didn’t do it. You would never hurt me.” Jimin smiles, weakly at Yoongi. “I forgive you.” 

It helps Yoongi to feel better about the situation, the love in Jimin’s eyes calming him down like a magic spell. His soft smile, small hand running down Yoongi’s bites with care. It’s all that matters.

“You are my alpha,” Jimin says, moving his head up to capture Yoongi’s lips for a chased kiss.

Yoongi feels like he is slowly coming up from under the water, his senses cooling down. Still, he can focus only on Jimin, his breathing, his heart beating loudly against his ribs. There is a faint, repeated sound in the back of his mind that Yoongi can identify, something soothing.

Jimin tries relaxing, closing his eyes, breathing in and out slowly. “It’s raining.” Jimin murmurs, with a faint smile on his lips.

Just now, Yoongi turns his head towards the window, where he can see raindrops aggressively hitting the window. It’s raining, storming is a better term. A white light pierces through the sky, lighting up their bedroom. 

Yoongi loves rain, it brings him peace.

They wake up hurting all over, Yoongi’s upper half looks like a wild animal got him, bruised bites and scratches everywhere. And yet, Jimin has enough power to get himself up from the bed and making Yoongi do the same. 

Last night they fell asleep as they were laying, Yoongi’s knot still locking them together. He had no idea when it went down, and the moment he sees dried blood at the base, he starts to worry. But Jimin seems fine, laughing off Yoongi’s concerns. 

They both smell like Yejin and as exciting it was yesterday, it bothers them today. They take a long bath, Jimin takes care of Yoongi’s wounds, kissing each bite with an apology. Indeed, the sweetest omega on this planet.

Jimin takes care of their ruined sheets, washing them with bleach that surely will make them unusable. They finish the fur together, working on it for the whole day. Jimin rinses the fur with a smile, humming to himself. He is more skilled in it, showing Yoongi how to do it better, quicker. He compliments Yoongi’s skinning technique, making him smile for the rest of the day.

The apartment still smells like Yejin and blood, getting them horny more than they usually are. On the third day, the apartment is clean from any smell other than their scents mixed together. It gets Jimin into the mood for decorating, and Yoongi doesn’t have to be asked twice before he is dressing up, ready to go. 

They drive to shop for decorations, paints and a rug because Jimin really wants a beautiful carpet in the living area. Jimin sings with the radio, smiling at Yoongi the whole ride, looking excited like a little child.

They don’t miss on the pool of missing person posters plastered all over the place. The news spread fast, and for a second Yoongi wonder if somebody already saw her. He doesn’t let himself be curious, he wants to focus on Jimin and their new life.

It takes Yoongi a lot of strategic thinking to pack everything Jimin picked up into his car. The first time in his life, he thinks that his trunk is too small. But Jimin looks too excited, so he doesn’t even try complaining about the number of things Jimin got.

The apartment is coming together. Every room seems cozy, full of life and colors. It’s very Jimin with a drop of Yoongi. He doesn’t mind; everything that makes Jimin feel at ease is his happiness.

The fur is done, laying in Jimin’s beautiful wooded chest, locked with two locks. It’s standing in the corner of the room, for now. Jimin doesn’t seem to be able to decide where he would like to put it. It doesn’t really suit their bedroom.

Yoongi also doesn’t complain that Jimin wants their living room to be baby yellow, not white. It’s not Yoongi’s favorite idea, but he loves the process of painting the walls, they have fun. They go for a long walk in the rain as the paint is drying, not having anything else to do. 

The air is cold, and the raindrops make their way under their umbrella. 

“Hyung!” Jimin whines, holding onto Yoongi’s arm with his sweater paws. “Why does it has to rain now?”

“Jiminie, I thought you liked the rain.” Yoongi teases, smirking at Jimin’s angry pout.

“When I’m inside.”

Yoongi lifts his eyebrow, eyes catching another missing person poster. Still not found? The police seem to be doing an inferior job.

“Do you wanna go back home then?” He asks.

“No! It smells like paint there!” 

Yoongi laughs at Jimin’s high pitched whine, making him look and sound so cute.

Getting back to work feels like being dumped into ice-cold water. Yoongi doesn’t enjoy his first day again at work after the leave. He kind of got used to being close to Jimin and not having to work. He misses their warm apartment.

The time seems not moving at all, every minute feels like an hour. The office is calm, everyone is just sitting around, faking doing something, getting another coffee and whisper to each other. This is why nobody found her.

But the second his colleague gets a call, the time seems to go back into its average pace.

“Somebody found a body!” He says, already getting up from his desk, and everyone follows.

Yoongi stops an eye roll as he gets up, annoyed by the sudden commotion after none of them did even as little as a walk through the forest. There is excitement in the air, and Yoongi can clearly see way too many people are rushing to the scene. It’s better for him, he knows his coworkers don’t really care for evidence if there even is any left after such a long time.

It’s a rainy season. The ground is wet more often than it’s not, the sun began to be a rare guest around here. Watching rainfall from the sky almost daily brought a lot of peace into Yoongi’s life. They often watched the rain in a bath, candles lit all around their bathroom.

When they start to walk towards the body, Yoongi already knows they are heading in the right direction. He can’t smell Yejin nor blood; the rain successfully washed it all away. The forest feels gloomy, a thick fog hovers above the ground, wet leaves squish under their shoes.

The police tape starts way earlier than Yoongi assumed it would, and soon he finds out why. In the orange duvet of leaves, he spots a pink, fleshy piece. He raises his eyebrow, spotting almost a bare bone here by. He surely didn’t leave the body in such bad shape.

The central part of the wolf’s corpse, with the head barely attached to it, lays further than Yoongi remembers it, clothes torn apart, littering around the ground.

The chief Oh is standing above the body, eyebrows furrowed. A camera flash goes off, and suddenly, he is looking straight at Yoongi. Something cold stirs inside Yoongi. He remains calm, walking up to his boss, avoiding stepping into any evidence, they are useless anyway.

The thick fog seems to keep the smell for the decaying body right where it lays. It grabs Yoongi by his throat, taking his breath away for a second.

“Animals got here first.” Officer Oh says, his scent bitter with annoyance. “Fucking scavengers.” 

Yoongi nods along, “Do we have anything useful?” 

The chief squats down, observing the body from closer proximity. He takes a look up at Yoongi, then looks around, then back at Yoongi with his eyes much warmer. Yoongi feels a little weird, he has never seen his boss look at them with something akin to reassurance.

“I don’t think they will get much.” Yoongi nods, trying to calm down his hammering heart. Is he caught? Does the chief know what he did? That he did it? “We need to pick up all of the pieces and hopefully get anything.” 

He stands up, pats Yoongi on the shoulder, harshly, “Life goes on.” He says. 

Yoongi watches as he walks back to his car and drives away without giving any instructions.

Life does go on. The investigation is dropped after a pitiful attempt made by pathologists to find any evidence. All they have is what might be a cut suggesting it wasn’t wolf losing a fight with a bear. But they can’t say much more, the body is ripped apart, missing in more significant parts than the pathologists wanted to admit at first.

The case gets stamped as a hunting accident and dropped. There is no real evidence suggesting it might be something else, and all accounts from witnesses make no sense. Despite the clothes being hers and lying next to her, no one had seen her wear them.

No matter how much her parents try, how long they protest in front of the Police Department, it doesn’t change anything. Two people being sure that their daughter doesn’t hurt isn’t enough to push the investigation, especially when the chief doesn't want to continue.

“Help find Yejin’s killer” movement loses it’s traction after a couple of months, letting them finally breathe. 

Life goes on.

Yoongi gets a promotion three years later, and the same night, Jimin tells him that he is pregnant. He is the happiest he could be, his omega is healthy and proudly carrying his pup. Their families are as delighted as the couple is. 

When they get their first look at the small bean growing inside Jimin, they both cry tears of joy. It’s beautiful and Yoongi will everything to protect his family. They are family now.

A couple of years later, Officer Oh steps down from his position for his well-deserved retirement. From all possible options, it’s Yoongi who he supports in the run for the chief's office. And he wins. 

The next day Yoongi takes Jimin and his now two children, Mijin, a sweet girl who loves talking about her school days and little Junho, who is still trying his best to walk more than ten steps at once to celebrate with an unhealthy dinner.

“Mijin, don’t take appa’s fries! You have your own!” Jimin tells their daughter, who pouts at him intensely. “I know appa’s are always better, but he also needs to eat.” 

Yoongi smiles, putting some of his fries on Mijin’s plate as Jimin shifts his attention to Junho, who tries eating a chopstick. She smiles at him brightly, giggling against his hand. 

“Can we go to the park?” Mijin asks in a sweet voice, knowing how their hearts always melts when she speaks like this. 

Yoongi nods, “If you finish your food, we can go.” 

“Will we get ice cream?” She asks, putting on a cute face.

Jimin’s attention snaps back to them, and he glares at Yoongi, an unequivocal warning. Yoongi wiggles his brows at him, “Of course.”

Jimin opens his mouth, gasping quietly at his words. They made a deal with her that she can eat candy only when she brings a good grade from school because nothing else seems to encourage her to study. And now Yoongi teaches her there is a way around this.

Omega isn’t happy about the ice cream when they finally sit in the park, the warm summer breeze bringing them comfort. He is avoiding Yoongi’s eyes, not answering his questions. Yoongi smiles at that, looking as Jimin tries to explain to Junho how to play in the sandbox.

“Baby.” Yoongi singsongs, crouching down behind Jimin and resting his forehead on younger’s back. “Don’t be mad.” He says, running a finger over the exposed skin between his waistband and his shirt. 

“I said no ice cream,” Jimin says sterile, looking up to check on Mijin, whos sitting on a swing, eating her dessert with a big smile on her face. 

“But she’s so happy,” Yoongi says, sitting in the sand next to Jimin.

Jimin rolls his eyes, “We’ll see what you’ll say when we’ll have a spoiled teenager.” 

Yoongi pulls Jimin for an awkward side hug, kissing his plump cheek loudly, “I mated one of those, I can handle it.”

Yoongi loves his calm life, his mate, and his children. Looking at his family makes his heart swell with love. He wouldn’t change his life for anything.

But soon, Yoongi’s life gets more stressful, and everything due to ministry decides to open an Unsolved Cases division in every Crime Department. There is a lot of paperwork that goes into them in the days following the arrival of the new police officers that will be going through old cases. 

Yoongi is a little annoyed at the work overload they experience, and he really hopes this division won’t bring him even more work. Finally, the day of the official opening of the division arrives. Yoongi hates that he can’t help Jimin with breakfast because of this.

The ceremony is way too official, and his uniform made out of the material way too thick and stiff. Yoongi hates ceremonies, it bores him. Back when he used to be just an officer, he would sneak out to take a nap at his desk, but right now, he is leading the ceremony. He looks at the bored faces of people he is working with for years currently and wishes he could just cut it short.

“I have the honor,” He says into the mic, the sound echoing. “To welcome new members to our team. With the greatest pleasure, I wish to welcome officer Kim Seokjin,” a tall man, with broad shoulders, takes one step out of the line, bowing deeply. 

Yoongi bows to him and waits to the faint ovation to stop. “Officer Kim Namjoon.” The handsome man, with a kind face, steps out, bowing. Yoongi can see he is nervous. 

“Officer Jung Hoseok.” The action gets repeated, and Yoongi is already sick of bowing. He really wishes the ovations would be shorter; he wants to go home. 

“Officer Kim Taehyung.” This one has blue hair, he already got Yoongi’s attention when they first arrived today.

“And last but surely not least, Officer Jeon Jeongguk.” The man looks youthful, his long wavy hair getting into his way as he bows. He has a big, honest smile on his face. At least he wants to be here.

The following days are a mess. Their archive gets open, and the documents are being dug through since the first day. Those men are not wasting their time. Whenever Yoongi walks past the office, they got the towers of documents to seem to be growing as the man work in silence, the only sound is the sound of turning pages. 

One of those days Yoongi gets a visitor, his old boss. They sit in Yoongi’s office, drinking tea and chatting about nothing specific.

“So,” Oh says, stopping for a second to take a sip of his tea. “How is the new division doing?” 

Yoongi shrugs, “I think they are just wasting time. Some of those cases are older than I am.”

Oh shakes his head, “Don’t be so sure.” He gives him a sharp look. “But even if they will find something, you don’t have to worry.”

Yoongi furrows his brows, confused as to why would he be worried, “What?”

“The case isn’t unsolved, they have no reason to look into it.” The older man says casually.

Yoongi’s eyes open widely, a breath gets stuck in his throat. It’s been so many years, he forgot this happened, he just moved on with his life.

“I don’t understand-” He starts but gets disturbed.

“Yoongi-yah,” Oh sighs, “I know. You think why we never sent a search, but the report says we were searching for days?” 

Yoongi sits there, staring at the old officer with his mouth open, heart hammering, and palms sweaty. All he can think about is his beautiful family, how he can’t lose them and he panics. “How?” He whispers.

“Does it matter?” The old man smiles.

Yoongi shakes his head. No, no, it doesn’t matter.

Taehyung bits his bottom lip, packing between their cramped desks, “It makes no sense.”

Namjoon looks at him from above the document he is looking through, “Taehyung, we are here to take care of unsolved cases.” He glances at the closed door, then at his friends. “I don’t think we should touch this.”

Jungkook throws him an angry glare, “We are here to help people find out the truth.” He says, fisting his hands. “How come they send them to look for her, and nobody found her body? It’s not even that deep into the forest!”

Hoseok hushes him, “There is no evidence. We can’t-”

“We are trained to take care of cases with no evidence,” Seokjin says, tapping his pen on the cheap desk nervously. “Her family said she never hunt, and the pathologists also smelled something deeper, but nobody listened.”

“Who was a suspect?” Namjoon asks, not able to stop his curiosity.

Taehyung hands him a piece of paper, a little bit too aggressively, “There were no suspects.”

Namjoon looks at the paper confused, a case with no suspects. He knows his team is right, something here is decidedly not okay. He looks around, starting to feel nervous. He glances at the door one more time, the rest follows.

“We don’t trust anyone, we don’t speak to anyone. No one can know that we are looking around this case.” He murmurs, voice dropping lower. 

Everyone nods along. There are shaky breaths and ticking of a clock.

“She deserves justice, and she will get it,” Taehyung says, sitting at his desk to start working.

Life isn’t fair and never will be. This evening as Yoongi walks past the Unsolved Cases office, something nervous stirs in him. But he has other things to worry about. He rechecks his phone, reading the texts he just got one more time.

baby

junho has a high fever, i’m taking him to the hospital

please, come here

i need u

This is the most crucial thing for Yoongi, his family. He sees nothing else but them, and if he would have to kill for them, he would. Again and again, without hesitation.