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Jimin was lonely, but not by choice.
In the middle of the woods, the young male omega had been living on his own, sleeping on the top of trees to avoid being found by dangers at night.
Jimin was an omega wolf like many more, but he looked different than any other person - his hair wasn’t dark brown or black, it was light blonde, and his eyes were mismatched. Jimin’s right eye was functional, with a dark brown iris, but his left one was blind and completely white, with no iris. On top of that, Jimin had a claw scar in the form of a faint line crossing his temple, the eyelid of the white eye, and his cheek.
Jimin was hiding in the neutral territory of the forest because he had run away from his old pack, a place where he’d been rejected, abused, and isolated from the community all his life.
In his old pack, Jimin had been born with a blank eye and light blonde hair and had been deemed cursed and untouchable because of it. He grew up as an orphan because his mother didn’t survive the birthing process and his biological father had refused to claim Jimin as his own. The action had been allowed by the pack leader.
On the eve of his nineteenth autumn, Jimin decided he’d had enough of the pack’s thinly-veiled cruelty towards him and ran away. The abuse had reached a point where Jimin chose to run away and try to survive on his own as a lone wolf in the forest.
Omega lone wolves were unheard of - they usually were alphas or betas - but Jimin saw no other choice, so he’d try.
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It had been only a day since Jimin started living in the woods by himself and Jimin was already being chased by a wild bear.
Jimin panted loudly as he ran between trees and bushes in the dark of the night. He was in human form since he didn’t know how to shift into a wolf.
The bear made loud noises as it chased after him from afar, angrily clawing at the tree trunks that stood on the way.
Jimin thought there was no way he was surviving past that night - the bear was faster and already catching up to him - but he kept running. Jimin didn’t scream or cry, just breathed heavily as he ran through the deep woods, not seeing very well where he was going in the dark.
He tripped on a plant’s root above the ground and almost fell, but managed to stay up and keep running as fast as he could. Behind him, the bear kept trying to reach him.
For a second time, one of Jimin’s feet caught on something on the forest’s ground, and that time, he ended up falling down. His right side hit the ground dryly and Jimin screamed what he believed would be one of the last sounds he would utter in his life.
However, right after Jimin’s body hit the ground, he kept going down. In the dark of the night, Jimin hadn’t seen that he had fallen down a slope in the woods.
He rolled down the steep slope messily. As he fell, his body was overcome with so much pain that Jimin actually forgot about the bear for a second.
One of his legs and one of his arms were the areas that hurt the most.
In that second, the physical pain that overtook Jimin was so extreme that Jimin thought he would surely be dead before the bear could even reach him. And, agonizing and in fear, Jimin felt his consciousness leaving him.
The forest seemed to be louder just with Jimin’s cries. Stuck in between roots and leaves of the end of the slope he fell down, Jimin passed out.
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Jimin slipped in and out of consciousness, all the while feeling much pain in his leg and arm. He couldn’t move to get up.
Apparently, the bear had lost interest in chasing him after he fell down the slope.
For long minutes, Jimin was alone.
With his one working eye, Jimin tried to understand his surroundings, but couldn’t even find the strength to move his head or neck. He didn’t know how tall the slope had been.
As Jimin closed his eyes again, he thought he heard footsteps approaching him but was too out of consciousness to care about it. He breathed shallowly.
Jimin faintly recognized the feel of strong arms and big hands lifting his body from the ground. His cheek was pressed to a hard and muscular chest.
The last thing Jimin thought before his mind was overtaken by darkness was that an angel with an alpha-like scent was carrying his soul to paradise.
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When Jimin regained consciousness, first he believed that he was in heaven. Warm, comfortable heaven.
His limbs didn’t hurt as much anymore, and he was lying chest-up on top of soft, warm furs. His right arm was bent on top of his stomach and immobilized, wrapped up in cotton cloth. One of his feet also felt immobilized in some way and wrapped in the same type of soft material.
Jimin breathed out through his nose and, frowning, struggled to open his eyes. Only one of them could see while the other eye, the “blank” one, didn’t function.
The first thing he saw was a rustic wooden ceiling.
He heard the soft crackling of a fireplace somewhere near him and felt its comforting warmth.
The walls of the home were made out of wooden logs stacked up on top of each other horizontally. Their color gave the light of the fire inside the cabin a yellow hue.
The smells around Jimin were also soft and comforting. There was the smell of the forest outside where rain gently fell from the sky.
There was the smell of the fireplace, and the one of mint from the healing ointments someone had placed on his bruises.
But the scent that overpowered all the others in the log cabin and embraced everything in it steadily, protectively and possessively, was coming from a male alpha.
In silence, Jimin worriedly turned his face to the side so he could see and study his surroundings.
It appeared that Jimin was inside a log cabin that consisted of a single large room. There was only one door and Jimin supposed it led to the outside. The door was on the opposite wall from him. It appeared that Jimin was lying on top of furs and thick blankets by the wall on the far back of the cabin. A built-in brick fireplace was in one of the corners of that same wall, close to Jimin’s feet and keeping them the warmest.
Rugs covered the wooden floor almost completely. A shelf carried ceramic pots and other utensils, and beside it, there was a wooden chest that was open and messy with clothes.
On the other side of the cabin, nearest to the door, there was a small metal fireplace with a cauldron on top.
The owner of the cabin was sitting on a small wooden stool in front of it. The alpha held a long wooden spoon and used it to stir the meat and vegetable broth that seemed to be inside the cauldron.
The male alpha was looking down at the soup with a calm, serious expression. The alpha still hadn’t noticed that Jimin was awake.
Jimin nervously tried to make sense of the situation.
This male alpha was young but mature. He was wearing dark clothes, boots, and black leather gloves. His hair was short but the straight across fringe over his forehead was ruffled and partially covered his eyes as he looked down.
The alpha’s shoulders were broad and tough, his arms appeared to be thick and strong even under the long sleeves of his vest.
The alpha looked gruff, stoic, powerful, and his scent carried calmness.
Jimin worriedly kept watching the stranger alpha cook.
For some reason, Jimin had been saved and his wounds taken care of.
Out of all things, Jimin wondered what would be the alpha’s reaction to his ugly blank eye. The alpha would surely realize that saving Jimin had been a mistake, for he was a cursed omega.
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Min Yoongi was a hunter who lived in a cabin of his own, without a pack. He was also a blacksmith who crafted knives and daggers and sold them to lone warriors and packs nearby.
He had his cabin in the neutral territory between two packs, closer to one of them than the other.
Yoongi preferred his own way of living because he thought that he would never adapt to life in a pack. He liked to work alone.
Yoongi didn’t remember much of his childhood. He’d built his cabin when he was a teenager and learned how to craft knives, daggers, and utensils with time, on his own, and traded them with other wolves for necessities.
Now, after thirty years of life, the alpha didn’t have many acquaintances. There was Namjoon, another lone wolf who lived past a hill on the northern side of the forest. There was the eastern pack that was the one closest to Yoongi’s home - it was led by an alpha named Hoseok and his omega mate Seokjin - that was small in population size, but friendly. They traded with Yoongi often.
The southern packs were the farthest from Yoongi’s cabin, located on top of a chain of hills. Yoongi could see the high grounds from afar but had never contacted those who lived there.
-
Jimin kept lying on top of the soft furs on the floor in silence, trying to make his breath even. He closed his eyes.
He heard the alpha move around in the cabin. The click of a ceramic bowl being placed on top of a wooden surface. The spoon moving soup from the cauldron into the bowl.
The soft steps of the alpha’s boots on the wooden floor.
The alpha had calm breathing, almost inaudible. Jimin heard him approach the corner of the cabin that he was lying on, surrounded by pillows and lying on top of a comfortable fluffy mattress.
Jimin sensed that the alpha was close to him and crouching to the floor by his side. The bowl of meat soup had been placed on the wooden floor by Jimin’s side as well.
The alpha breathed out through his nose.
“You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” the alpha said with a deep, gruff voice, startling Jimin. “I won’t hurt you.”
Jimin didn’t believe that last sentence, but, still fearful, decided to drop the act and do as the alpha said. Jimin hesitated to open his eyes at first, thinking that the alpha would react badly to the sight of his ugly blank eye and cursed face, but did so anyway.
Jimin opened his eyes slowly, gulping down nervously. He avoided meeting the alpha’s eyes and instead focused on the cabin’s ceiling.
The alpha sat on the floor by his side, crossing his legs. He didn’t gasp in disappointment at the sight of Jimin’s white eye like Jimin was expecting him to. Instead, the alpha just hummed curtly.
“Can you see?” the alpha asked, “Or are you blind?”
Jimin was confused by the question for a quick second, then came to the conclusion that the first thought that crossed the alpha’s mind at seeing Jimin’s blank eye was that the omega was possibly blind from both eyes.
Jimin took a deep breath and cleared his throat. “No.” Jimin said quietly, still not meeting the alpha’s gaze. “I can see from my normal eye.”
The alpha simply hummed again.
“I made meat and potato broth.” the alpha said, “You must be hungry. It’s been over a day since I found you.”
Jimin gulped down nervously. He had been asleep for that long?
He noticed that he was wearing clothes he didn’t recognize and that not only his wounds and broken bones were treated, but he was clean from the forest’s mud.
“I cleaned you with a wet rag and changed your clothes.” the alpha explained gruffly with an unaffected voice, “Don’t worry, I didn’t deflower you while you were sleeping.”
Jimin sighed nervously and didn’t comment on that. Still looking up to the ceiling, Jimin just responded to the alpha’s explanation with a curt nod.
By his left side, the alpha calmly picked up the bowl of soup and moved it with a metal spoon. The food was still steaming hot and the alpha was waiting for it to cool down a bit before offering it to the omega.
“That was a nasty fall.” the alpha commented, “You broke your forearm and one leg. It might take you a few weeks to recover.”
The alpha paused to carefully blow at the bowl of soup as he stirred it with the spoon to quicken the cooling process.
“Which pack do you come from?” the alpha asked Jimin only to be met with silence again. He wasn’t phased and kept speaking with the same deep, calm voice, “Did you get lost in the woods? Don’t worry. I’ll help you get back home. I know the packs around this area.”
Jimin breathed in deeply. No, he didn’t want that alpha to bring him back to his old pack. That was the last thing he wanted.
“I…” Jimin began, nervous. He sighed and finally turned to face the alpha sitting next to him. “I don’t wanna go back. I ran away.”
The alpha raised his eyebrows for a second, but quickly his expression went back to one of stoicness.
“You ran away.” the alpha repeated, then asked seriously, “Why?”
After Jimin heard the question, countless answers came to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter any of them.
“Because I wanted to.” Jimin said quietly and looked away.
The alpha hummed again, contemplative, and didn’t say anything else for a moment.
As the two sat in silence, Jimin thought to himself, exasperated, that that alpha was insane. Why was he taking care of Jimin, welcoming him into his lair and talking to him so calmly? Couldn’t he see that Jimin was cursed and ugly?
Jimin bit his lower lip, frowning.
“I won’t bring you back to your old pack if you don’t want me to.” the alpha conceded, “But you’ll have to join some other pack eventually.”
“I don’t want to.” Jimin countered.
“Why not?” the alpha asked calmly, as if he was talking to a delicate being. For some reason, that both annoyed and flustered Jimin.
“...I just don’t want to.” Jimin said in a quiet voice, and swallowed dryly, avoiding the alpha’s eyes.
The alpha hummed.
“The broth isn’t steaming anymore.” the alpha said, “You can eat it without burning your tongue now. I’ll help you sit up.” the alpha said and moved to hold Jimin by his armpits and pull him up.
The movement made Jimin’s wrapped-up arm hurt a little, but he didn’t make a noise of complaint.
The alpha brought a small wooden stool to Jimin’s side and placed the bowl on top. Jimin felt relieved that the alpha wouldn’t try to feed Jimin himself but let Jimin try to figure it out on his own.
Jimin’s right arm was broken, so he’d have to attempt to eat with his left one which wasn't his dominant one.
Jimin got the metal spoon and lifted it with a small piece of meat and a little bit of broth with a shaking hand. He managed to bring it to his mouth without spilling it.
After seeing that Jimin would be able to eat on his own, the alpha got up in silence and went to the kitchen area of the cabin to get a ceramic cup of water for Jimin. He came back to Jimin’s side and placed it on the floor next to him.
Jimin didn’t exchange any more words with the alpha for the next hour.
The alpha also filled a bowl for himself and ate it in silence, sitting on top of a pillow in front of the fireplace.
-
As Jimin had eaten the broth, he realized how hungry he had been.
The broth had tasted delicious. It had been the best he’s eaten in his life.
Back in his old pack, he’d constantly be the last of the kids to eat, and the soups had never been that good.
Jimin was impressed that a lone alpha wolf was able to cook so well. Jimin had heard that lone wolves were nomads. But this one wasn’t a nomad, apparently.
Jimin watched as the alpha got up from his pillow and approached Jimin to get his empty bowl and cup. The alpha turned and went to the kitchen space of the cabin, leaving his and Jimin’s bowl on a metal bucket that was filled with other dirty utensils.
From the other side of the cabin, the alpha turned to face Jimin and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Now that you have eaten, will you tell me about your plans?” the alpha asked with his deep, calm voice.
“I… I don’t have plans.” Jimin answered, feeling unsure.
“You understand that I must take you to a pack as soon as you heal, right?” the alpha said gruffly, and continued, “This is no place for an omega.”
Jimin felt as if his heart missed a beat at the alpha’s words. He looked down at his broken arm resting on top of his stomach. It had been immobilized with right-angled wood pieces and wrapped perfectly with a white cotton cloth.
The alpha sighed exasperatedly at the omega’s stubborn silence.
He shook his head and walked around the cabin. The alpha sat on a chair on the opposite wall to Jimin, next to the fireplace. He reached for a small cut of wood that was under the chair, took a knife from inside his boot, and started carving something out of the piece.
Jimin silently watched the alpha carve. It looked like it would take a good while for it to be done.
Without looking up from his carving work, the alpha said, “My name is Yoongi.”
Jimin’s lips felt dry so he quickly licked at them. He looked down to his own lap.
The alpha calmly spoke up again with his deep voice, “What is your name?”
Without looking up to Yoongi, Jimin ran his brain through his options. Should he tell this alpha his real name? What if it made him end up back in his old pack? ...Should Jimin make up a fake name? Would that change anything?
Jimin swallowed dryly, nervous. He figured that even if he didn’t tell the alpha his real name, he was still recognizable anyway, because of his scent and his unusual face.
“Jimin.” he responded.
Yoongi hummed. He kept carving with the knife distractedly.
“Since you ran away from your old pack.” Yoongi said, “and you don’t want to go back to them, you will have to join a new pack.”
Jimin sighed. “I don’t want to.”
“What do you want to do, then?” the alpha asked curtly.
“I will live as a lone wolf.” Jimin answered as firmly as he could, but his voice still sounded small and unsure. Jimin bit his lower lip in frustration.
On the other side of the cabin, the alpha simply shook his head.
“You wouldn’t survive alone in the woods.” Yoongi said. “You must join a pack. Any pack will accept you, so you can choose the one you like the most.”
Now it was Jimin’s time to shake his head.
“I know that is not true.” Jimin said.
Yoongi looked up from his carving work to Jimin with a questioning face.
At the extreme naturality in which Yoongi, the lone wolf, was treating him, Jimin was exasperated and speechless.
“I…” Jimin wondered, looking at the alpha’s stoic face with confusion, “I don’t understand. ...Can’t you see that no pack would willingly accept me?”
Yoongi just met his gaze seriously.
“No.” the alpha responded gruffly, “Any pack would take you in. You’re a healthy unmated omega.” Yoongi said as a matter of fact and went back to carving the small piece of wood.
“But I’m-” Jimin began but held his voice back. He had been about to say - But I’m cursed - but interrupted himself in fear that saying such a thing would make the lone wolf kick him out of the cabin.
Jimin took a deep breath and rephrased it. “But what if they think that I’m cursed?”
“I’m not following.” the alpha calmly said as he kept carving the object out of wood.
“Because I have this… eye. And this scar.” Jimin said slowly. As he spoke, sad memories tried to fill his mind, but he suppressed them.
Yoongi kept carving as he countered with his deep voice, “Your one white eye? That’s nothing.” Yoongi shrugged like it truly was nothing, and Jimin’s breath stuttered quietly. “It’s like an odd white petal. Don’t worry about that. Any pack will take you in.”
Jimin gulped. He breathed in deeply, feeling his heartbeat heavily in his chest. An odd white petal? Was that supposed to be an insult? Jimin didn’t understand it, but he bet it was.
“...I disagree.” Jimin said quietly.
“You are one stubborn omega.” Yoongi said lightly, shaking his head slowly.
“I am.” Jimin agreed. He sighed, feeling too sad and lonely, “I’m sorry to disturb you, Yoongi-ssi. Thank you for saving my life. I’ll be on my way.” Jimin said and moved to sit up in the bed of furs.
The omega’s words startled Yoongi and he let go of the carved object with a panicked face.
While Jimin struggled to push himself up with only one healthy arm, Yoongi hurried across the cabin to reach him.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked Jimin, very worried.
“I’m getting up. I’ll be on my way, Yoongi-ssi.” Jimin said naturally.
The alpha frowned and carefully held Jimin’s shoulders to move his weak body into a lying position again.
“You can’t go on your way, stubborn omega. You have a broken leg, you can’t walk right now.” the alpha lightly scolded Jimin with a serious frown.
Jimin’s head hit the fluffy pillow of the bed and he looked up to the alpha. “I’ll drag myself through the ground until I can walk again.” Jimin responded calmly.
The alpha’s worried frown deepened. “Are you hallucinating right now? Were the painkillers too much?”
“You gave me painkillers?” Jimin asked confusedly.
Yoongi didn’t answer that question, being more worried about the omega’s reckless plans. “You are a sick omega with two broken bones. You can’t go out on your own for now.”
Jimin scoffed. “Should I stay with you, then? You were just saying this is no place for an omega.”
Yoongi sighed and didn’t immediately respond to Jimin's bickering. Instead, he moved the pillows around Jimin so they surrounded the omega completely. Yoongi gently replaced Jimin’s head on the fluffy pillow and lightly adjusted the fringe of his light blonde hair, pushing it away from his eyes.
After he was done readjusting the omega to what he deemed was the most comfortable position on the furs, Yoongi sighed and met Jimin’s uneven eyes seriously.
“You will stay here until you are healthy enough to walk on your own. It will take a month for the bones to heal.” Yoongi explained in curt words, “Then I will take you to one of the packs around here. They will take you in.”
Jimin bit his lower lip and annoyedly stared at the alpha hovering over him. With how grumpy he felt, his lips formed a slight pout.
Yoongi didn’t seem affected by Jimin’s distaste for his plans for the omega.
“The sun is rising. If you are tired, you should sleep more.” Yoongi said. “I have to work on something outside. If you need anything, call for me, or knock on the wall beside you.”
Jimin just kept pouting at the alpha wordlessly. After a second, Yoongi huffed and got up from the floor.
“I’ll be outside.” Yoongi said before going out the door.
Alone with his thoughts, Jimin watched the fireplace burn the pieces of log with soft flames.
He thought of what he would do once his leg was healed well enough that he could walk again.
Jimin would surely go on with his plan of going into the forest and living as an omega lone wolf. And if that Yoongi tried to stop him and force him into joining some new pack, or going back to his old one, Jimin would resist and run away. If he had been successful in running away from one pack before, he could manage to run away from a single lone wolf with no problem.
But while his leg was still healing, he had no other choice but to trust that alpha to take care of him.
After long minutes passed, Jimin began to feel the need to use a toilet and knocked on the cabin’s wall. He heard some scuffling outside and, very quickly, Yoongi was opening the door and walking up to him.
Jimin told Yoongi of his needs and Yoongi promptly leaned down to take Jimin into his arms. He carried the omega out of the cabin with a hand under Jimin’s knees and another under Jimin’s back. Despite himself, Jimin made himself comfortable in the alpha’s strong arms and rested his head against the alpha’s shoulder. He was already getting used to having the alpha’s scent all around him.
Jimin looked around. The sun had recently risen from the sky and the early morning air was fresh and cool.
The big alpha carried Jimin in his arms towards a small cabin some steps behind the main cabin. On the way there, Jimin noticed how the cabin was located in a clearing, a circular area surrounded by tall trees.
Behind the main house, there was a construction that consisted of a wooden roof and pillars. Tables were surrounding the sides of it and they were full of metal utensils. In the free space under the roof and between the tables, there were cauldrons and brick furnaces.
Yoongi carried Jimin into the toilet’s cabin and, pushing the door open, gently rearranged Jimin so he was sitting on it and explained to the omega how everything worked and how he could clean himself.
After Jimin was done, he tapped on the door and Yoongi opened it and carefully took Jimin back into his arms. He carried the omega back into the cabin and slowly placed him on top of the furs and blankets.
“Do you need anything else?” Yoongi asked, watching over him with a serious expression, a slight worrying frown on his eyebrows.
Jimin shook his head.
The alpha seemed to hesitate to leave Jimin’s side, but soon got up and went to another part of the cabin to fill a cup with water and placed it near Jimin on the floor.
“If you feel pain, tell me. I can mix herbs for a pain-relief tea.” the alpha said.
Jimin nodded again, not feeling like responding to the alpha verbally. He felt sleepy after relieving himself at the toilet and just wanted to take a nap.
“I’ll let you sleep. If you would like anything, let me know.”
-
The days passed. Yoongi worked in his blacksmith’s working station outside but would come in periodically to check on how Jimin was doing in the cabin.
Yoongi had taken the habit of bringing Jimin berries, cherries, milk and sugar, almonds, anything that the omega would like to snack on.
On one particular occasion, Yoongi met with traders in the forest and bought treats for Jimin. A comfy hanbok dress made out of thick, pastel pink cotton fabric. Pretty yet sturdy leather boots. Books and papers for Jimin - in Yoongi’s words, to make Jimin less bored while he waited to heal.
-
In one boring afternoon in the cabin, Jimin was on his own again while Yoongi had gone out hunting.
Jimin knew he would have at least an hour to himself in the cabin, so he prepared himself for doing one of his favorite distractions.
Jimin sat up on his bed of blankets and furs - which he had already one-handedly turned into a nest of his own and marked with his own scent.
He sat up and started dragging his bum around the smooth wood floor of the cabin. He was wearing the pastel pink hanbok dress made out of thick cotton fabric. It had long sleeves and a skirt that went from above his chest to his feet.
Jimin knew that “exploring around” and looking up things that weren’t his was an invasion of privacy, it wasn’t right, but Jimin was so curious and there was nothing else to do.
He went to the wooden bookcase on the wall beside his bed. There were ceramics on the top shelves and some small chests and some old books piled up on the bottom ones.
Jimin took the first small book he found, on the very bottom shelf. The book was old and had a black leather cover.
Jimin opened it and flipped through the pages. It seemed to be a journal, with yellowed pages and messy handwriting.
Jimin went to the last written page by the middle of the journal.
year 30 - autumn
today I found a flower
with an odd white petal in the woods
but I don’t know how to care for one
I’ll have to ask Seokjin.
Jimin closed the journal quickly. With a blushing face, he returned the small book back to the shelf, exactly where it was before.
Why was Yoongi referring to him as a “flower with a white petal”? Was that supposed to be an insult regarding his blank eye? Jimin wasn’t sure anymore.
And who was Seokjin? Jimin wanted to ask Yoongi, but he didn’t want it to be obvious that he had been looking into the alpha’s journal and invading his privacy.
Jimin sulked. He reached for a small wooden bowl that was filled with cherries and grabbed one to eat. He looked up.
There were two windows on the cabin, one on each wall, opposite to each other. When Jimin arrived at the cabin at first, those windows were constantly closed, but recently, Yoongi had installed red checkered curtains and kept them open for most hours of the day.
The birds chirped outside. Jimin looked up to the window and smiled, enjoying the birds singing.
Jimin turned back to the bottom shelf of the bookcase. There was a rectangular wooden chest on the corner.
Jimin knew it wasn’t right to look into it without Yoongi’s permission, but he did it anyway, out of curiosity.
With his healthy arm, Jimin took hold of the small wooden chest and fumbled with the opening single-handedly until he managed to lift the lid.
There was only a musical instrument inside. Jimin lifted his eyebrows at it and held it carefully in his hand to slowly take it out and place it on his lap.
It was like a small acoustic guitar of a round, oval shape with a long handle. It had five chords of thin metal strings.
Jimin was in awe at the musical instrument. He had never seen it before, but he imagined it was capable of producing wonderful music.
He tried to imagine that alpha with such rough hands playing that instrument’s delicate strings.
Curious, Jimin ran his finger through the strings, careful, as they emitted thin sounds.
Jimin wished he could play those strings properly, but it was impossible to do with just one free arm. He decided to just leave it on his lap for now, on top of the volumous skirt of his soft hanbok.
Jimin was too distracted admiring the chord instrument to notice that there were footsteps approaching the front of the cabin - until the sounds of someone going up the stairs of the porch and opening the front door startled him.
Jimin snapped his head in the direction of the front door and saw Yoongi watching him with mild surprise in his features. Jimin quickly looked to his lap, ashamed of having been caught red-handed snooping around the alpha’s belongings.
Yoongi didn’t seem revolted that Jimin had taken something of his without permission. Instead, the first thing he’d commented on was - “Why are you out of your bed?”
Jimin just met the alpha’s gaze wordlessly. His cheeks were still warm with an embarrassed blush.
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