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Bunch of annoying people.
Yoongi’s steps are heavy on the crispy pine needle-coated ground. He’s walking quick, unhesitant, towards a place he wishes he wasn’t heading to.
I can’t believe they’re already talking about holding a ceremony. Yeah, cool, I’m only 22 and they want to prepare me to lead them.
He laughs dryly.
Of course. Of course they’d want that. I wish they knew how little I care.
He sighs and tries to push the thought away.
He’s walking the path on pure instinct, his senses slowly growing more alert as every step leads him deeper into the forest. The night is dark and chilly, making every scent sharper. Not that he needs it anyway. His body knows very well where it’s going.
Wow, I hate it.
A sudden sound draws his attention, altering his movements. He can hear branches cracking on the ground and muffled sounds of paws trailing behind. He can’t see the wolf coming his way but it doesn’t matter. Because he knows.
Fuck I can even hear him in my human form. That brat.
“Go home.”
Complete silence. Yoongi patiently waits for the sound of the younger turning back but it never comes. He sighs loudly, irritated, before crossing his arms over his chest.
“Jungkook-ah, I know you’re there, I heard you. Just go home.”
Still nothing.
“Just go home!”
He hears a faint whine and a huff a couple of meters behind and finally, the sounds the other is making grow more distant.
I’m sorry, Kookie. But I can’t let you know.
∞
The first time Yoongi saw him, the trees were bathing in a pitch black eerie atmosphere. The only thing guiding him was the faint light of the moon, shining softly and laying bright rays across the cold ground. Yoongi had no idea where he was going. He just wanted to be alone.
When he had made sure he was deep enough for no one to have followed him, he finally stopped getting further and he just leaned on a pine, breathing in cold air and watching as white swirling puffs made their way out of his mouth. Screw them. Fucking screw them.
Yoongi’s pack was fussing around leader stuff, automatically including him. He’s son to the most powerful alpha of the mountains and to a decently ranked beta mother. That alone was promising him to be an alpha, a high ranked one, but until recently he wasn’t feeling the weight of it. He was just enjoying life and fooling around, hoping the day of serious business would come late. Very late.
But life disappointed him and that moment came quickly.
“Yoongi, you need to stop messing around now,” his mother told him that day. “We have to start training you to become a leader.”
Fuck that.
A smell then hit him. His human form does make his nose weaker but he could swear it was unfamiliar. That’s kind of weird though. Eyes closed, ears on the lookout, he listened silently as the scent got closer and until the sound of steps could be heard.
Paws. That’s even weirder. What kind of wolf would come uninvited on the Min’s territory? He’ll smell me. That wolf will smell me and he’ll know. And he’ll go back. Because who doesn’t know who I am?
Moments passed but the wolf didn’t stop, the noise nearing and locking Yoongi onto place. He opened his eyelids when the other’s breathing had become perfectly audible and his scent had become overwhelming. He still couldn’t gauge the stranger, guessing his origin or his rank. And so he let him approach, the wolf advancing at a slow pace, careful yet confident.
When their eyes met, time froze. The wolf was walking, his head low between his shoulders, ebony fur shimmery in the moonlight. Their gaze never unlocked, not even when the wolf started tracing large circles around Yoongi, who was suddenly alert, his pupils dilated and the hair at his nape rising. Ready to defend himself if need be.
When the circles got narrower, he finally felt threatened and snarled, hoping his message would get through. The other seemed to distance himself a little, snaking through trees until he stepped behind a huge pine and didn’t come out on the other side. Yoongi became even more tense, frantically looking around to see the stranger, his smell still strong and intrusive, making him dizzy. It didn’t take him long to see him, standing half behind that same pine.
In his human form.
Yoongi’s breath hitched at the sight, golden orbs piercing through him and shining softly in the night, hair as dark as his wolf’s fur. He felt himself relax, loosening his fists and releasing the tension in his shoulders as they stared at each other. He opened his mouth to say something and in less than a couple of seconds, the other had fled.
Yoongi let out a relieved breath, dumbfounded, staring at the direction the wolf had taken.
The next night was the second time the boy saw him. He had taken the same path, around the same hour, hoping this would be enough to bring him luck.
Not that he was interested in the man. Of course not. He just wanted to know why he had been wandering his territory.
He waited more than an hour, sitting on the ground next to the pine, before he finally smelled it.
Smelled him.
That time he wasn’t as vigilant and he stood, hands fidgeting their way into his pockets, watching the dark fur approaching.
It didn’t take long for the other to shift to his biped form, observing Yoongi from afar. And that made the latter chuckle.
“You can come closer, you know.”
No answer came but he was definitely heard, as the stranger tentatively took a few steps forward. Does he even talk? A new wave of his perfume took over his nose and he closed his eyes, analyzing it. Definitely not one of us. Not from the Plains either. His thoughts were disrupted by a sudden twist in his guts and his eyes shot open.
He’s uncomfortably close.
Yoongi couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming the stranger’s body. Untamed, messy hair, falling on his forehead, partly hiding his bright orbs and lips slightly parted as an aftereffect of running. He was a little taller than he was himself, shoulders broad and muscles defined, testifying of the amount of time spent in his animal form. The fair skin of his torso was undulating with every breath, hypnotizing and fascinating. When Yoongi’s gaze went lower, he had to look away, air caught in his throat. Of course he's naked. Why would you be surprised?
The next moments were spent standing awkwardly in front of each other, the stranger slowly steadying his breath and Yoongi trying to calm his, a weird feeling building up around them. The hands in his pockets were struggling not to get out and reach for the other, heat gradually setting itself in his stomach, a new kind of attraction coursing through his veins. The tension was growing heavier with each passing second and he quickly couldn’t hold the other’s gaze anymore. He averted his eyes and tried to look past him, at some tree in the background, and the words dropped out of his mouth without him noticing, piercing the silence.
“Are you going to kiss me or are you going to wait until we take root here?”
Yoongi didn’t even have time to realize what he had just said when two large hands cupped his face and soft lips pressed onto his. He didn’t even have the time to grab at the other’s waist with his sweaty palms, didn’t even have the time to actually respond to the kiss.
The dark wolf had fled again.
The third time Yoongi saw the stranger, it was with a knot of nervousness in his gut. That was a kind of curiosity he wasn’t used to.
I forgot to ask him why he was on my territory. I need to ask him. It’s an important matter. Yeah. That’s it.
He didn’t need to wait. In fact, only after getting a couple of meters into the forest, the smell hit him. That asshole is going to get caught if he’s not more careful. He found him at the usual place, but that night, it was the other’s turn to be awaiting him, lazily leaned on a tree.
As soon as they acknowledged each other’s presence, Yoongi smirked and pulled his hoodie a little tighter around his neck, not wanting the other to notice how his pace had quickened. Oh, he’s wearing clothes today. How useless. He laughed quietly to himself, biting at his lower lip. He still took some time to admire the stranger, the way his grey sweater was just the right size, slightly hugging his shoulders, and his jeans, tight enough without showing too much.
“So I’m not crazy,” Yoongi started when the distance could permit a conversation.
The wind blew, cold breeze carrying hot breaths and sharp scents, the tension between them palpable, their bodies too close yet too far.
“I’m not the only one coming for this every night.”
The other smiled and let out a breathy laugh, eyes drifting to the ground for a moment. When he looked at Yoongi again, his gaze was serious and his orbs slowly turned a deep and fierce golden. He took two long strides until he reached for Yoongi’s neck and pulled him into a messy kiss.
That time, he managed to respond, fists grasping at the grey sweater, pulling the other against his body. Their lips were moving in sync, dancing perfectly together like they’d always done this. Their two bodies stumbled around until Yoongi’s back hit a tree, their interactions nothing but curious fingers and daring tongues. The stranger was the first to break the kiss before he stared at the shorter male, his breathing fast and his palms resting on his shoulders.
“Fuck. Okay,” Yoongi whispered between two heaves of his ribcage.
A flood of heat took his insides over and he grabbed the other by his collar, crashing their mouths together. His breath hitched when he felt cold hands making their way under his hoodie and the t-shirt underneath, making shivers run all over his skin.
Their make out session lasted for short minutes, but it was long enough for Yoongi to start being sore from the bark of the tree digging in the skin of his clothed back. He loosened his grip on the other and reached in the pocket of his hoodie, fumbling to find the objects hiding there.
“I hum,” he started, parting his lips momentarily from the other.
He cleared his throat and slowly raised his hand for the stranger to finally see the tiny bottle of lotion and the condom tightly pressed between his fingers.
“I brought this,” he continued, an unusual shyness in his voice. “I thought you’d want me to use this, since, you know, it could hurt you if I don’t and… yeah.”
An awkward silence started building up, growing heavier with each passing, the short distance separating them still obviously making the whole situation too intimate and Yoongi started regretting making his move. But I mean, I’m a good guy, I’m considerate. What was I supposed to do? Take him raw? He then felt a cool contact against his hand that was holding the objects, taking them gently from his grasp and he watched as they disappeared in the front pocket of the other’s jeans. Yoongi’s eyes darted upwards, meeting his gaze, and he searched there for answers.
The only reaction he got was a soft chuckle followed by a lusty smirk before he was spun around, belly and chest colliding with the pine. His breathing was cut for a moment and his eyebrows furrowed in a questioning expression, but he didn’t have the time to stir the thoughts too much as his belt started being unbuckled by skilled hands.
His pants were tugged along with his boxer down to his upper thighs, making him gasp. There was a dangerous mixture of humiliation, lust and despair swirling in him at that moment and he didn’t know how to react. He felt the other pressing his front against his back, the rough texture of his jeans grazing at his backside and gentle breaths singing in his ear. He pushed back, trying to increase the friction between their bodies, but cold abruptly replaced the warm touch that was draping him mere seconds before. The sound of the lotion bottle being opened alerted him and he turned his head to look at the other who was apparently busy slicking his fingers with it. He didn’t say anything, instead hissed when the substance began being rubbed at his entrance. But his eyes were wide and doubtful. And as soon as he realized what was going to happen, his voice came out rushed and less confident than he would’ve wanted.
“A—Ah, woah, wait.”
Min Yoongi wasn’t a virgin. He had fooled around before. But being of alpha nature, he was always the dominating one, whether it was with males or females. He was never confronted with this position of inferiority and the fact that the other could so easily place him in it had him flustered in more than a way.
He would be lying if he said he had never tried touching himself like that. He did finger himself a couple of times but was far more inclined to jerking off. And letting someone take him definitely hadn’t been in his plans.
But there he was, chest hugging a tree and ass for everyone to see with a stranger triggering in him something he hadn’t felt with anyone before.
The other had retracted his fingers as soon as Yoongi had asked for him to stop but hadn’t pulled himself away. So it didn’t take long for Yoongi to feel those hands on his waist again, kneading the skin there. It didn’t take long for the almost familiar warmth of the other’s body to cover his back, hips grinding slightly against him. And if Yoongi hadn’t noticed the evident bulge in the stranger’s pants, there was no way he could miss it now. His mind was fighting with itself but he surprisingly wasn’t feeling any pressure, or any rush to continue. He could feel the excitement and the lust emanating from the other, but no impatience. The contact of lips on his neck startled him. Shuddery sighs found themselves to be too close to his ear, sending jolts of arousal straight into his veins. And when he felt the mouth starting to travel back and forth between his shoulder and his jaw, wet kisses and small bites, he knew he had lost.
Fuck. I want this so bad.
“Ahngh o-okay. Yeah. Okay. Fine.”
His answer was welcomed with a soft kiss, warm and moist against is nape, soon followed by the unfamiliar sensation of fingers and lotion back at his entrance.
The first finger felt uncomfortable and foreign, slowly sliding in and out of him. The second sent small stings of pain through him but those were soon forgotten, a protective arm snaked around his waist and lips teasing his ear. Yoongi expected the burn from the third finger so he dealt with the pain better, thinking it would soon subside and be replaced by pleasure. And it happened faster than he thought.
The other continued his motions until Yoongi was a sweaty, panting mess under his palms, relishing every sinful moan they were earning him.
Yoongi felt the hand gripping at his waist loosen until it let go completely. The sounds of the stranger fumbling with his pants to free himself made his stomach tighten in a beautiful way, desire bubbling up. At that moment, the curved digits inside him brushed against a sensitive spot and his back arched, front colliding with the tree, breathing reflexes completely forgotten as his pupils quickly dilated. A faint whimper escaped him and he would’ve found it embarrassing if he wasn’t astounded by the intensity of the pleasure. Another wave shot through him when the other repeated the movement expertly.
“Shit.” he breathed, fingernails digging the bark of the pine.
His mind went fuzzy for a moment, head lolling backward and eyes closed, and he didn’t notice when the digits left him and the tip of the other’s cock pressed at his hole.
The rest became a blurred memory of too intense sensations, between the moment the other pushed inside him slowly yet painfully, and the moment he was crying in delight, his body shaking when waves of pleasure overtook him. He let himself collapse on the pine, the remaining high of his orgasm making it hard to even think, when he heard the other growl lowly, hips stuttering, reaching his climax seconds later.
They stayed entangled without a word, the sound of the wind shuffling dead leaves away barely covering their urged pants. Yoongi then felt the cold air hit his skin, signaling him the other was distancing himself and it didn’t take long before the other was gone, leaving him dumbfounded.
He laughed.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Humans say stress is bad for the body. Sex is a great stress-reliever. So this is good for my health. Yeah.
The next night was the same, ragged breaths and hungry kisses, low moans and whimpers breaking the silence reigning in the forest. Yoongi was hoping no one would see or smell them, his future and the other’s life greatly endangered if they found out about the first and only son of the Min’s pack letting another wolf dominate him.
The fifth night, Yoongi had to sneak out more carefully than usual, his parents starting to get curious about the kind of activities he could be doing so late. And even though he was taking good care of getting rid of the other’s scent, he was still worried that it wouldn’t be enough and that someone would notice it.
“I’m from the Rivers, if that’s what you’ve been trying to figure out for the last five days. Hoseok from the Rivers.”
The low voice startled Yoongi. Not only because it was literally the first time he was hearing it and was starting to think the other was mute, but also because of how composed he was, as he was fucking him against a tree.
“Ah, Ho-Hoseok. Ni-Nice to meet you,” Yoongi tried to articulate between rough thrusts. “I’m Min— Min Yoongi from the Mountains.”
“I know who you are.”
The words left him speechless and he tried to process the information. His name is familiar?
A skilled motion inside of him made his mind blank and forget at the words for a moment. He dropped his hand down his abdomen until he reached his cock and started pulling at it lazily, his head falling back and resting on Hoseok’s shoulder, while the other hand was gripping at anything he could find purchase on.
He found himself being caged in the claws of lust and he lost track of the time and space when it suddenly clicked. Hoseok. From the Rivers. Jung Hoseok from the Rivers. The son of the powerful alpha. His mouth opened to say something but was stopped by Hoseok’s suddenly changing behaviour.
Yoongi hadn’t fucked him a lot but he knew something was off. He was letting out shivery breaths and his body was shaking, his hands too sweaty on his hips. Yoongi turned his head to look at him but his gaze met with closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows, the other’s teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. He was looking half focused and half in pain, his thrusts relentless and forceful.
“Hey, are you-u o-okay?”
His question was not answered. At least not with words.
He was pushed flat against the tree and Hoseok sped up, enfolding him in his arms and placing his lips on the lower part of his neck.
He gave one final thrust before he let out a loud cry, vividly echoing in the forest and bit hard on the Yoongi’s flesh, just where he had placed his lips.
Yoongi cried out in pain as his orgasm burned through, his eyes wide and their golden color intensifying.
Hoseok didn’t release his bite until he felt his high fade away and when he did, Yoongi collapsed to the ground, shaking, suddenly feeling nothing and everything at the same time.
And then he sensed it.
The bound. The mating.
Taking so much place in his core and growing deeper by the second.
His whole world had shifted and there was only Hoseok.
Jung Hoseok.
∞
No.
Yoongi definitely can’t tell Jungkook that he’s been unwillingly mated to another wolf.