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Jungkook only knows Kim Seokjin in sparse, incohesive facts: he is five years older, he is an Omega Wolf, he smells like the velvet fragrance of Plum Blossoms. He was Taehyung's dorm mate in college and in the handful of times Jungkook has spoken to him over the years, he has never once met his eyes.
So when Taehyung informs him that Seokjin will be accompanying them on their Yangyang vacation, Jungkook is mildly confused.
"Uh, Kim Seokjin? From college?" They are in Taehyung's flat, packing up their bags for the trip and Namjoon's in the kitchen, humming a loud bouncy tune.
"Yeah, you remember him, right? Tall, sweet, really fucking pretty?" Taehyung levels him with a suspicious side-glance, "you were kinda obsessed with him that summer, so I don't think you've forgotten how he looks like."
Okay, so Jungkook does know more than a little sparse facts about Kim Seokjin.
"I remember him. I don't know him."
He doesn't understand why he suddenly feels so irritated. It's not like this vacation was his idea in the first place. Taehyung had finally pulled his head out of his ass and asked Namjoon out and now the two of them are insufferably in love. Jungkook is sure that they booked their tickets in giddy excitement before realising they have a bunny friend named Jungkook who they'd essentially been about to abandon.
"He won't be a nuisance, Kook, don't worry. Besides, Namjoon loves him and i can't deny Namjoon anything."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. God, lovers and their dramatics.
"I thought this was your romantic getaway or something. Just the two of you holed up somewhere. But you keep adding people to the party."
"Seokjin isn't people. Neither are you. And it is a romantic getaway." Taehyung reaches out and plucks at one of Jungkook's bunny ear, "you'll have fun, I promise."
Jungkook makes a face. He can almost hear what's unsaid. You're too lonely these days, you silly bunny. You need some playtime too. He doesn't want to hear any of it. He's tired. But Taehyung's right, Jungkook will make sure he has fun in Jukdo. A winter beach and cool sunlight will be the best medicine for the monotony of his life. Kim Seokjin will not change anything.
"Do I need to be careful around him?" Jungkook asks, half teasingly, tossing a pair of socks into his bag.
"What do you mean?"
"Uh—he had a boyfriend last time I saw him. Huge, mean, Alpha." Then, after a pause. "Ugly as fuck."
Taehyung throws his head back in laughter. "Oh God, this trip is going to be interesting ."
Jungkook chucks a hairclip at him. "Answer my question."
"Nah, they've broken up ages ago. Hyung's single and lonely."
"Is that so?"
Taehyung lifts an eyebrow at his tone. "You're awfully testy today, Jaykay. Care to share what's actually on your mind?"
Jungkook doesn't know himself what he is feeling. Kim Seokjin's name just roused a slew of confusing memories in his mind. Taehyung cracks his jaw on a yawn, looking very much like the big, mighty Tiger that he is and flops onto the bed with a sigh. "Jaykay," he sing-songs, "you never told me what happened that summer."
"Nothing happened." Jungkook responds, too quickly.
"Mhm, sure." Taehyung props his blonde head up on one palm and appraises him, brow knitted in concern, "it's been what, three years? And you still go all quite and mysterious everytime I bring that summer up."
Jungkook carefully zips up his bag and pats it once for a job well done. He hops over Taehyung's carrier and bounces onto the bed next to his friend. Taehyung's gold-black tail swishes to welcome him and Jungkook half-heartedly flicks it away.
"You smell kinda weird right now." Taehyung comments, "Good weird. Really intense."
Jungkook chuckles. Must be a prey-predator thing but Taehyung is always acutely aware of the changes in Jungkook's spicy pomegranate scent.
"Nothing happened that summer, Tae. I didn't even talk much with Seokjin. He was always hanging out with his wolf friends."
"Oh, I see. You probably saw him with his quote ugly-as-fuck unquote boyfriend and got a little jealous. The usual."
This time it's Jungkook who pulls on Taehyung's tiger ear. It's not as sensitive as Jungkook's floppy ones but Taehyung still whines exaggeratedly.
"I wasn't jealous . Just curious, that's all. He was so…unlike any wolf I've ever seen before…"
"Mhm, you can lie all you want, your scent's telling me another story."
Jungkook is saved a response when Namjoon appears in the doorway, peeking in with his spectacled eyes and little deer ears. They twitch in happiness when they spot Taehyung lounging on the bed. Jungkook feels invisible but also very begrudgingly endeared. "Are you guys done with the bags? I made lunch. It's a little burned though, I hope you don't mind."
"Sweetheart," Taehyung drawls, making Namjoon disappear for a bit from the doorway in shyness. "I'd eat anything you cook, don't fret."
Jungkook doesn't even have the heart to weakly protest that hey! Unlike Taehyung and his love sick self, he very much would appreciate some real unburned food for his lunch. But Taehyung's already bounded out of the room and jugding from the giggles, already busy with Namjoon and Jungkook simply sinks deeper into the bed and closes his eyes.
He thinks about that summer, three years ago when Kim Seokjin awakened him for the first time.
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It was the break year he and Taehyung had gifted themselves with after a hard college journey and they were langoriously enjoying the summer in Woljeongri. Hot beaches and humid wind. Seokjin turned out to be a neighbour at their vacation residence and after a warm reunion, Taehyung invited Seokjin over for dinner at their place. Jungkook remembers looking at Seokjin and feeling the first thrilling flutters of a crush. Wolves usually made Jungkook defensive, his prey instincts antsy for protection. And looking at Seokjin's silky black wolf ears and voluminous tail, Jungkook expected to feel the same. Instead, as Seokjin bowed to him in greeting and tucked a long piece of caramel gold hair behind one blushed ear, all Jungkook felt in that moment was the urge to… bite .
Seokjin's cheeks were soft and the dip of his clavicle shone with sweat. His bottom lips was decadently red and fat. And Jungkook's instincts were screaming at him to Bite. Claim. Eat .
Everything felt hot and wrong, like he stepped off a broken step on the stairway.
Seokjin was polite but very distant with him. He blossomed into smiles and breathy giggles with Taehyung and when he introduced Namjoon to them the next morning after their dinner together, Jungkook saw a bright but sweet mischief in his spirit. But that's all he was privy to. Kim Seokjin was simply a friend-of-a-friend. Too bad that Jungkook's silly bunny self latched onto him with the power of a thousand infatuations.
It went from bad to worse a few days later when Jungkook decided to go for a late night jog. Against his better judgements he decided to take the trail that dipped down the hill behind the vacation home and into the small woods. He wasn't afraid about being a prey in that moment. He had hard earned muscles on a strong body that he tempered with regular boxing practice. His scent wasn't mild like a typical prey but flashy, deliberately sweet. He liked it when someone swept their assumptions over him with a knowing smirk and then got befuddled when Jungkook proved those assumptions wrong. The trail took him down a lantern lit path through the woods and Jungkook remembers feeling so free, running through the whistling trees.
That was when he smelled it for the first time. A fresh dewy fruity-floral scent, sweet and a little tart. Heady and alluring. Jungkook's nose picked up the scent and his entire body angled towards it. He felt himself move on pure instinct. And then he was running through the woods, bunny feet fast and silent on the leafy ground, tracking the scent that was making him feel so Big and Powerful. There was a tiny voice tingling in the back of his mind, you're stalking someone, Jungkook. Followed by the reminder, You're prey, you should be the one being stalked.
The moon cradled in the cloudy sky gave him a proper view when he finally skidded to a copse of trees. The scent was heavy here, almost choking him from the inside. His instincts were raging at him to Move . Catch . Claim . First thing he sensed was the smell. Then the sounds. Sharp high whimpers. Throaty growls. The slap of skin on skin. Wet, squelchy noises. Then he peeked through the cross of branches and saw them. Two figures moving together on a mat, entangled in all places, panting and shaking. The moonlight threw them in shadow but Jungkook was still able to identify them.
It was Kim Seokjin, held down on the mat in a mating press, wearing that loose fitted sweater he had worn that night when they shared their first dinner, a soft peach pink that swallowed him in its folds. A bigger man loomed over his folded up form, ramming into him at a sharp, brutal pace. Jungkook registered everything in fits and starts. But more than the sight and the sounds were the instincts roiling inside him. He was supposed to catch Seokjin. He was running for him. Stalking him. His body was shaking with the thrill of the chase. But he lost . He failed to trap his prey.
He must have made a noise. Because the man fucking into Seokjin suddenly looked up and caught his eye. Jungkook recognised him immediately. It was a tall, sour-faced alpha wolf that hung around Seokjin all the time. Once pulled him away when Taehyung had been chatting Seokjin up and Jungkook had watched the entire interaction happen from the safety of his beach chair. Just a typical alpha with a sticky unpleasant smell that reminded Jungkook of why he kept away from wolves in the first place. Seokjin was an anomaly in that sense, not only did Jungkook like his scent but apparently his prey instincts made him stalk it.
In the shadowy crystal moonlight, Seokjin's alpha looked menacing as he took in Jungkook and his furious scent. His lips pulled back from his fangs in a snarl and his hands did something to Seokjin that made the other wolf cry out in pain. And suddenly Jungkook saw the situation for what it actually was. He remembered that he was afterall a bunny, a prey. And that he just stumbled across an Alpha breeding his catch in a lonely secluded corner of the woods. His pheromones were all over the place reeking of fury and challenge.
Before the alpha could act on his instincts, Jungkook turned tail and fled, heart pounding and thighs aching, feeling very much like the puny prey that he was.
The next morning he gravely expected Seokjin to appear at their doorstep and complain to Taehyung about his friend's invasive actions. But nothing happened. Seokjin saw them at the beach and waved cutely with his usual close-lipped smile on, lounging on another man's lap. With a painful start, Jungkook recognised him as the alpha from last night. They were wolves with acute sense of smell and Jungkook was aware that they could easily identify him as the trespasser. Burning with shame, he resolved to stay even far away from Seokjin for the rest of their vacation. But every night he turned restlessly in his bed, scared and aroused as he pondered over his feelings, over that fiery instinct that compelled him to run through the woods after Seokjin's scent, that made him stalk a wolf, that awakened the predator in him for the first time.
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Jungkook thinks he is prepared to meet Seokjin again after three years. He is wrong.
The Seokjin from his memories is blurred with taboo-ish longing, like a crumpled up piece of paper that Jungkook spent years furtively hoarding. All smudged corners and soft pretty colours in a blend of hazy rememberance. But when Jungkook finally sets his eyes on Kim Seokjin in the flesh again, he feels the ground slip a little from beneath his feet.
This Seokjin delicately climbing down from Taehyung's palisade is sharp, bigger than life, eye-catching like the most striking flower in a field.
There is a flurry of motion and Namjoon is suddenly disappearing Seokjin within his arms, swinging him around in happiness. All Jungkook can see of Seokjin is the thick fluffy swish of his silky black tail wagging in joy. His presence is instantly commanding yet his body is slight, lithe, easily shrinks to fit underneath Namjoon's chin.
"We have been forgotten, it looks like." Taehyung grouses from beside him. They watch as Namjoon giggles some more into Seokjin's neck.
"Hyung, we are here as well!"
Seokjin's smiling face pops out from the hug and Jungkook's heart flutters at the sight of it. So round and rosy. Flushed with happiness. Shiny on the apples of his cheeks, like sugar glaze on a doughnut. Would he taste sweet if Jungkook flicked a taste off him?
"Hello, it's Jungkook, right?" Seokjin walks up to him, neck craned a little bit. Jungkook's just slightly taller and that knowledge makes him feel funnier inside.
"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you, Seokjin-ssi. Again."
Seokjin waves a delicate hand around. "Call me hyung, please." His smile is just as he remembers, tucked in at the corners, so glossy pink and delectable. With a jolt, Jungkook realises Seokjin is no longer shying away from his gaze. He meets Jungkook's eyes squarely and the brief contact is enough to fluster Jungkook. He can feel the blush seeping into his scent.
Seokjin sniffs and smiles deeper. His eyes are pretty shiny almonds as they take a quick sweep down Jungkook's body. A subtle check out.
"You've grown. Last time i saw you, you were just a little bunny."
Taehyung titters to add to Jungkook's irritation. He wasn't little ! He forgets his ire the second Seokjin starts to giggle.
And fuck, how could Jungkook ever think he'd be able to bear Seokjin's scent again? It blossoms into the space between them in all its fruity floral plum blossom glory and Jungkook reflexively takes two steps back. Inhales deep and locks his lungs up. It's even more intense than he remembers, brings all the memories of that summer rushing up through his mind and body, it's like his limbs remember the experience of running through those woods, chasing after this scent, stalking its source.
Jungkook swipes a discreet finger beneath his nose and tries to ignore Seokjin noticing him doing it.
Taehyung's saying something and Namjoon's giggling again and Seokjin's clinging to his friend, saying something back, giggling along. Jungkook's lost in memories and frantic sensations, trying to seem casual and unbothered, trying to keep his scent at bay, his ears still and droopy but his gaze is locked on Seokjin's little pout, the shiny glaze of it and how euphoric it would feel to sink his teeth right into that pink flesh.
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There is a brief tussle about who would take the first driving shift of the four hour journey and Taehyung ultimately wins. Jungkook doesn't mind the loss, not when it means he gets to sit in the backseat sharing breathing space with Kim Seokjin.
The Wolf's beauty is luxurious up close and Jungkook is not even bothered about averting his gaze. Seokjin notices him staring and only blushes deeper. But he offers Jungkook a sweet smile and settles down against the window. His hair is ebony silk now and longer, almost sweeping his shoulders, soft wispy strands framing his temples. The black wolf ears nestled within his hair gently swerve towards Jungkook despite Seokjin looking down at the phone in his hand.
Upfront, Namjoon is doing his best duty as a passenger princess and listening to Taehyung animatedly talk about whatever new thing he is now obsessed with. The music is some indie folk tune that Namjoon loves and the car is blanketed in a soft ambience. Jungkook's bunny wants to curl up and sleep.
"Thank you for having me." Seokjin suddenly speaks, softly so it's only for Jungkook's ears.
"Oh, you're welcome. It's nice to have you here, Seokjin—i mean, Hyung."
Seokjin turns his full gaze on him and Jungkook feels studied.
"You know, I have a lot of memories of you from that summer."
Jungkook startles inwardly. "Really? I…I hope they aren't all bad ones."
His mind flashes with images of coiled bodies, panting and moving together on a moonlit mat. He winces on the inside.
"They're good ones, I promise. You were smaller back then but still so strong. You broke a pineapple open for me with your bare hands." Seokjin grins. Then adds in a softer, intimate voice, "Strong bunny."
Jungkook clears his throat, struck with awkwardness. His instincts are blaring at him to flirt back because surely Kim Seokjin is flirting with him, isn't he? But all he can manage is a hoarse, "I–I don't remember that, hyung."
"Ah, that's okay. We didn't hang out that much anyways." Seokjin turns back to the window, "I hope we make better memories this time around, Jungkook."
Jungkook watches the sunlight paint lovely shapes on Seokjin's face. "I hope so too, hyung."
They stop for a breather halfway into the journey and get boxes of greasy take-out. They keep the car doors open and sit crosslegged on the seat, sharing the food. Jungkook finds it hard to concentrate on eating with Seokjin beside him, chomping cutely on a chicken leg with his sharp wolf teeth. He feels that unsettling flutter in his tummy again and hurries to distract himself with his avocado sandwitch. It feels like dust in his mouth. He can't stop thinking about Seokjin's wolf fangs, how sharp they'd feel cutting his skin before he pressed the wolf down face first for him.
They make small talk during the ride, sharing silly anecdotes and facts about each other.
"What do you do?" Seokjin asks him.
"Ah, nothing interesting. Banks. Numbers. Papers. Boring shit I never thought I'd end up doing."
Seokjin gives him a sympathetic smile. So beautiful in the sunlight.
"What about you?"
"I just finished acting school. I'm picking up some odd gigs here and there." He shrugs, wolf ears flattening for a second.
They look at each other and trade commisserating nods. Peas in a pod.
Jungkook learns that Seokjin is an only child and far from home. He had almost joined a pack three years ago but he is happy that he didnt. Jungkook doesn't press but he knows with a chilling surety that it was that Alpha's pack, the one he had been close to challenging in those woods.
Seokjin comments on his tattoos. "These are lovely." And Jungkook feels like doing something stupid, like dragging Seokjin close with his tattooed arms and pulling him into his lap.
"I always wanted to get them," he says instead, a little embarassed because Seokjin is looking at him in that intense way again.
"You're different than I remember." Seokjin finally says. And it's such a relief to hear those words. To know that it's not only Jungkook who felt the ground shift when he saw Seokjin again, incongruent with the Seokjin from his memories.
"I didn't think you paid enough attention to me that summer to observe a difference."
Seokjin smirks, and it's a subtly feral look on him. Makes him look like the wolf that he is. Jungkook only wants to lick him.
"I could say the same about you."
Sometime later, when the car heats up a little more, Seokjin slips his pale pink cardigan off, revealing a tank top, naked shoulders and acres of pale, shiny chest. He flutters his lashes up at Jungkook and smirks again. "Your scent is still so expressive. That hasn't changed, atleast."
Jungkook stumbles out a stuttering response, earns another lovely smile and turns to space out of the window. With a palpitating heart he wonders if Seokjin knows, had known that it had been him in that clearing, smelling so big and angry while he lay pinned beneath his alpha.
Later, just as the setting sun paints the inisde of the car with lovely yellows and reds, Jungkook leans his head back and watches as Seokjin sleeps. The Wolf is curled away from him, legs tucked underneath his bum, tail curled around his body, face cushioned on his arms and head tilted against the window. His cheeks are adorably squished, pink-red from the dying sunlight, glossy mouth rounded in a pout. What was it about this Wolf that made Jungkook feel like a vicious predator? Even now, as the car lurches softly and jostles him from side to side, he lets his instincts surface for a moment. Bone-deep urges flare within him to reach across the space between them and sink his non-existent claws inside the sleeping wolf. He thinks about indulging in them. How startled Seokjin would be if he did that. Then he shakes his head furiously and presses his instincts down, deep inside where they belong.
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They reach Yangyang finally and Seokjin stirs awake, yawning and stretching in a perfect languid arch, his shirt rucking up with his movements. Jungkook looks away in a hurry, trying to blink the furtive image of Seokjin's exposed tummy. Their rented vacation home is just a little distance from Jukdo beach and Jungkook hoots excitedly along with Taehyung as they watch the waves buffet the shores. He can't wait to strip and dunk himself in that cold cold water.
The house is big and comfortable. The floors heated already and Seokjin hops around, tail wagging in joy. His arms are wrapped tight around him and he makes cute "brr-brr" sounds.
"Seokjin's a wolf who is always running cold." Namjoon explains with a laugh.
"I hate the cold." Seokjin agrees with a pout.
"You took your cardigan off in the car, though." Jungkook quips before he can think his thoughts through.
Seokjin lights up at his words and waddles to him. "Ah, but you were there to keep me warm. Big Hot bunny." And he pats a dainty hand on Jungkook's generous bicep, giggles falling from his pretty lips.
Taehyung snorts from across the room. And Jungkook fumbles with an answer again. He is always fumbling around Seokjin. How can anyone expect him to be suave when Kim Seokjin is very decidedly flirting with him.
They divide the rooms between the four of them. Taehyung and Namjoon take the biggest one upstairs, only blushing a little when Jungkook begs them to keep it quiet during the nights. Seokjin takes the smallest room and Jungkook tries switching with him but Seokjin insists he will be fine.
"I, ah, I like big beds for sleeping. It's um, a wolf thing." He tries to explain.
Jungkook peeks into the room and spots the bed. It's circular and huge, bundled with blankets and pillows and throws.
Oh .
"Ofcourse, a nest. I forget you're an omega."
Seokjin blushes hard and looks down at his feet. "Forget? Do i seem like an alpha to you, Jungkook-ah?" His head tilts curiously.
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. "No, definitely not."
Seokjin looks a little surprised at his mirth but doesn't press. He just curls his fingers inside his sweater paws and slips past Jungkook into his room.
"Okay, then, Jungkook-ah. I'll see you at dinner."
Jungkook returns his smile, and steals a parting look at his face. Soft cheeks, soft hair, soft eyes. Such a soft, sweet, decadently beautiful wolf.
"See you, Hyung."
He goes to his own room. It's cozy warm and intimate. Perfect for a bunny.
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Seokjin cooks Kimchi jigae for them after their first swim in the water. Jungkook is suitably famished and takes to the meal like a starving man. It's perfectly made with the right amount of seasoning and texture. Seokjin stands at the head of the table, dressed in a painfully cute baby blue apron, his tail swishing from side to side the only tell of his nervousness.
After a sufficient amount of bites, Jungkook flashes him a thumbs up.
"It's so good." He says, licking the sauce from his lips. Seokjin hunches his shoulders with delight and blushes sweetly under the praise.
"Seriously, hyung. You're like, a super chef. You should open a restaurant or something." Taehyung adds, slurping the udon noisily.
"You already look adorable in an apron, business would boom." Namjoon teases.
Seokjin seems to have reached his maximum tolerance for compliments because he whines and waves at them to stop. "I'm still learning how to cook, don't gas me up like this."
He settles into the seat next to Jungkook and unties his apron. His plum blossom scent overlayed with sweat is somehow even more appetising than the spread on the table.
Seokjin looks up and catches Jungkook staring.
"Still hungry?" He asks, with a knowing smile.
"Ah, yeah. I'll take another serving, thank you." Jungkook returns to the food, cheeks ablaze.
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Jungkook learns a lot about Seokjin from glances alone. He watches the way the Wolf cuddles into Taehyung's side with sleepy content sounds, the bright, childlike innocence radiating from him when he flails around in the water with Namjoon, long limbs bare and wet under the sun. Mostly, Jungkook keeps account of the subtle changes in Seokjin's scent whenever he is around him. The way his plum deepens with Jungkook's teasing, the way the floral notes blossom mellow when he flirts back. Seokjin's skin is paper-doll sensitive and blushes deep pink-red with the slightest provocations: an hour napping under the sun, tail curled around him. Sincere gratitude that Taehyung directs towards him when he does something wonderful, like cleaning up the mess from last night's dinner. Teasing compliments that Namjoon showers him with when he appears from his room in a pretty lemon yellow beach dress. Jungkook eating plums right next to him, with syrupy juice dripping down his chin.
Seokjin has been squirming on his chair since the moment Jungkook sat down beside him with the basket of plums.
"Are you comfortable there?" Jungkook has to ask after Seokjin crosses and uncrosses his legs for the seventh time. The plum juice is sticky on his chin and Jungkook flicks his tongue out to lick it up. Seokjin stares at him and blinks. "Uh, y-yeah. I'm good."
Jungkook loves plums. The pits are bad for his stomach and even though he gets the mad urge to pop them into his mouth and suck the juice out deliciously slow, he refrains himself from doing so. He digs his thumb into the soft plush flesh and roots the pit out. The juice runs down his fingers and wrist. He simply sticks them into his mouth and laps it all up. The golden inside of the plum is ripe and sweet when he bites into it with relish. He's lost count of how many he has devoured since the morning.
Next to him, Seokjin flips the pages of his book and restlessly shakes his leg. Jungkook pauses in slurping up a plum and sniffs the air. Seokjin's scent is somehow even more intense than usual. The plum notes fragrant and velvet thick.
Seokjin flicks his eyes up and blinks away from his gaze, cheeks lurid pink and splotchy.
Smacking his lips, Jungkook tears into another plum and watches with dawning excitement at the way Seokjin jerks at the sound. Jungkook realises that Seokjin's not just simply restless, he is shy and desperately trying to hide it. And it's all because Jungkook is hungrily slurping down fruits that smell like the very essence of his Wolf.
Oh .
"Delicious." Jungkook says between bites and noisily sucks another plum into his mouth, sticky sweet juice dripping all down his hands and chin. He knows he looks like a sight. "You want some, Hyung?"
Seokjin squirms on his chair and hesitantly meets Jungkook's eyes. Shakes his head and looks away. His scent is so fruity sweet, tangy and intoxicating. When Jungkook bites into another ripe plum, he closes his eyes at the rush of the taste, imagines he is biting into Seokjin instead, lapping up his plum and blossoms.
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On their third night in Yangyang, they go down to Ingu for bar hopping. Jungkook dresses up in his finest, tightest clothes, takes time to groom his cottonbrush tail and droopy ears. He leaves his inked arms bare.
The first club they pop into is heavy with people, the dance floor packed. Taehyung immediately beelines for the bar, dragging Namjoon with him. So Jungkook is left behind with Seokjin. Seokjin who looks different in the strobe lights of the club. More intimidating, closed-off, less smiley. Maybe that's why Jungkook just watches with bated breath when a random Fox hybrid slinks up to Seokjin and boldly asks him for a dance. Seokjin's suave and elegant while he lets the fox place big hands on his waist. He allows himself to be manoeuvred into position and Jungkook feels tight in his chest watching him being pushed around like that. Seokjin dances with his hips, gyrates them lazily and throws them from side to side, his long arms held up over his head, waist all open for strange hands to grab onto and squeeze. Jungkook leans against a wall and glares at him. This stupendously beautiful wolf who made a war with his instincts. He feels irrationally angry when a Tallish girl, a Sheep hybrid sidles up behind Seokjin and shyly tries joining his dance. Seokjin flicks a sultry look at her and grinds back audaciously. The girl looks about ready to pass out, probably just inhaled a lungful of Seokjin's seductive wolf scent. Jungkook simmers with envious curiosity, wants to experience first-hand how it would feel to have a predator tilt their neck in submission for him , a prey. There is a man next to him, trying to speak into his ear, breathing some kind of coarse promise for him. Must have noticed his floppy bunny ears and agitated scent, the tight hard muscles of his half-naked body and assumed he would be the perfect meal for tonight. Jungkook flicks his wandering hand away with derision and pushes off from the wall. His entire attention is laser focused on the Wolf dancing under the lights, surrounded by a pack of admirers needy for him but whose eyes are looking back at Jungkook, returning his hunger. Seokjin twirls in his little skirt, wolf tail swaying behind him and comes to a stop right as Jungkook enters the tight pulsating throng and captures him by his waist. From there, it's a mesh of slick skin, pounding bass and moving bodies. Jungkook keeps Seokjin in place with the handles of his swiveling hips and Seokjin wraps long arms around his neck, throws his head back so Jungkook can breathe in the glistening sweat painting his throat. He feels sick and heavy with power. There is a wolf in his arms, baring his neck for him eagerly, smelling so wet with arousal and Jungkook can't stop himself from ducking in and taking a bite. So he does just that. Clamps his lips against the slick skin of Seokjin's neck, right beside his pulsing scent gland and grinds his teeth into soft flesh. Seokjin shakes and trembles in his arms, arches up harder against him and even with the loud thudding music of the club, Jungkook's bunny ears pick up his whimpers. Please, please , Seokjin chants as Jungkook bites him with blunt teeth. Predator made prey.
Someone slams into Jungkook and they get wrenched apart. Seokjin stumbles away from him and Jungkook feels instantly bereft. Seokjin's chest heaves with his breaths as he stares up at Jungkook with wide blinking eyes. It's like he is seeing him in a new light for the first time. Jungkook lets the crowd spit him out and by the time he makes it to the bar to find Namjoon and Taehyung, Seokjin is already there nursing a drink. He shares a long, intense look with Jungkook but doesn't say anything about what just happened. His scent is thick and almost cloying and all Jungkook can think about is how he felt trembling in his arms, how he knows that it's Seokjin's arousal that is making him smell like that, so syrupy sweet and tempting.
When they return home, lax and giggly with alcohol, humming discordant tunes and leaning onto each other, Jungkook watches the lurid red mark of his teeth painted across Seokjin's neck, watches the way it shudders with every breath that Seokjin sucks in.
It's beautiful. It's the first mark of his claim and it's right there emblazoned on Seokjin's body. Jungkook's bunny teeth ache with the need to do it again.
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There is a shift between them after that night. Seokjin is more aware in his interactions with Jungkook and more conscious about their physicality. When he places a hand on his bicep, he does it with a careful precision that didn't exist before. It's like he is making sure that Jungkook knows he is touching him. So Jungkook returns the energy. He holds Seokjin's gaze when he bites into a plum at the breakfast table. Deliberately eats the flesh up in obscene bites. Seokjin keeps looking back, blushed red to his temples but stubbornly letting himself be pinned into the staring contest.
Jungkook's instincts go haywire. Now that he knows Seokjin finds him arousing, the urges within him flare brighter and stronger. The bite mark on Seokjin's neck stays deep and dark for a long time and Jungkook caresses it with his eyes everytime Seokjin flaunts it.
Two nights after the club incident, Jungkook rustles awake in his blanket burrow to the thumps of a headboard energetically being worked. He groans when he realises it's Taehyung and Namjoon going at it like feral beasts. But try as much as he can to fall back asleep, he can't. The walls are thick but he can still hear the faint whimpers Namjoon's unable to control. He closes his eyes, seeps into memories and thinks of someone else in his arms, whimpering because of him. He doesn't even have a plan but he creeps out of bed and finds his laptop. Boots it up and opens an incognito tab. It's like he is possessed by an unseen lust demon as he pulls up his trusty pornsite and clicks at the search bar. His hands shake as he types the words out, the culmination of years long infatuation and palpable curiosity. The first video he clicks is grainy and low focus. It takes a while for the shapes to make sense. But once they do, Jungkook's entire body seizes in nervous arousal. It's a bunny hybrid, a big man with ears that are upright unlike his and he is holding down the flailing body of a wolf girl. Her tail's thrashing around, her fangs are long and snapping a hair's breadth away from his neck but the bunny pins her between his thick thighs, forces her legs open and dives face-first between them. The wolf throws her head back and screams, thighs convulsing around the man's head jostling between them. Jungkook's breaths are ragged and his pants are uncomfortably tight. He closes the video and one handedly pulls his pants down. Kicks them off down the bed and with a heavy laboured sigh takes the girth of his cock in his palm. He almost comes right there, he's so hard it hurts. With his trembling free hand he scrolls down and clicks on the next video. This one's titled " bunny stalking a wolf and claiming his slutty hole " and Jungkook has to kick the blankets off him completely before he can open the video. He feels suffocated with lust and his cock is so heavy in his hand. He squeezes it gently, and groans between gritted teeth as the video loads. It's darkly lit and he can't see much but he recognises that it's a huddle of trees. There is a naked man with droopy grey bunny ears moving with purpose, the camera following the urgency of his movements. Jungkook watches with a gulping throat as the bunny spots a wolf, another man who is taller and bigger, looks very much like an alpha. He starts stroking himself furiously as the video plays through, the stalking, the claiming, the fucking. The wolf is bigger but goes down hard when the bunny tackles him onto all fours. In the dim silence of his room, Jungkook licks his dry lips and groans along with the sounds they are making, the deep growls of pleasure from the submitting wolf, the almost silent power of the bunny rutting inside him. Claiming him. Jungkook shuts his eyes tight, jerks himself faster, harder, the slide slick with how much he drooled over these images, of big intimidating dangerous predators folded over into breeding sluts by preys, preys like him . The sounds of the video and the pulsating darkness behind his shut eyes lends him the perfect landscape to construct his own fantasy. One where Seokjin's running through the woods ahead of him, wolf tail swaying seductively, taunting him and Jungkook chases after his scent on fast light feet, traps him between a tree and a rock wall, grabs him with strong arms and pins him down to the ground. How much sweeter would Seokjin sound then? How much higher would his whimpers go when Jungkook would flip him over and work him open on his cock? Would he put up a pretense of a fight? Or would he just slip into submission, bare his neck and cant his hips up for Jungkook to claim him?
The video ends without a fanfare and Jungkook comes with a bitten down groan, hot come spurting all over his wrist and stomach and bedsheets. He is sweaty like he ran a marathon and there is an ache in his core. He doesn't think his infatuation is going to disappear any time soon. For as long as Seokjin remains in his life, the predator in him will always be awake.
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The next morning, Jungkook shame-facedly takes his soiled sheets to the laundry room before coming to the kitchen for breakfast. Seokjin is already fussing about on the stove, baby blue apron on and rolling omelette on the pan.
"Hey, Jungkook-ah, good morning." He chirps sweetly, tail waving at him while his hands are occupied. "Had a good sleep?" And Jungkook is almost tempted to say yes, do you wanna know why? Because i thought long and hard about how thoroughly I'd fuck you if I ever got the chance.
Seokjin turns the stove off and bumps him with his hips indulgently as he moves past his sluggish body to the fridge. "You're still half-asleep, Jungkook. Are you sure you don't want an extra hour of rest?"
Jungkook shakes his head, "Ah, no. I'm good. Thank you, Hyung. And that smells delicious." There is a pot of sizzling ramen on the stove and Jungkook's stomach growls in hunger.
Seokjin giggles and hip checks him again. He is so bright and glowy today. Freely abundant with his affection. "Go lay the table then. The love birds might wake up anytime soon."
The love birds do wake up after a few minutes and as they slurp down their breakfast, Taehyung timidly announces that he and Namjoon would like to wander around Yangyang. Just the two of them. They are both blushy and shy with their eyes and it's not hard to put two and two together and understand the real reason for their private trip.
"Sure, why not. Enjoy your little sexcation. Me and the bunny will have fun on our own." Seokjin smiles and nudges Jungkook with his elbow. Jungkook only blinks at him through sleep-mussed eyes and thinks, oh, I'm fucked.
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It's not that bad. They do have fun. Seokjin is afterall a sweet and playful man. They play a round of halli-galli and Seokjin wins consecutively much to Jungkook's loud complaints. They gorge themselves on chewy rice cakes and packets of corn chips. When the sun dips a little below zenith, they trudge out to the beach for a dip. There are a group of Maltese hybrids playing Chicken-fight in the water and Seokjin excitedly runs to join them. After a lot of coaxing and some pouty lash fluttering from Seokjin, Jungkook agrees to join in as well. They end up winning the game, Seokjin screaming in victory perched on his shoulders.
Dusk rolls in and they huddle on the couch, freshly showered. Jungkook's daringly just in his bathrobe and Seokjin's clad in his usual patterned pajamas. As Jungkook flips through channels, they make small cozy talk. It's awfully domestic and comforting. Seokjin is mellow and soft in the firelight and Jungkook wants so badly to reach over and press a kiss into the divot of his collar. He tries to control his looks but when Seokjin curls up and settles into his side, he surrenders to his urges. Seokjin looks so calm and peaceful beside him, fitting into his crevices like he always belonged there. Jungkook doesn't know how long he spends longingly studying the dips and peaks of Seokjin's face before the wolf flicks his gaze up and catches him staring. There is a long silence as they regard each other. Neither of them look away. The tension is so palpable that Jungkook can almost see the veins of attraction corded between them.
"You always smell so hungry when you look at me." Seokjin whispers, "am I that delicious, Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook swallows hard and works his jaw. If only you knew.
"Yes." He simply replies.
The smile that stretches Seokjin's lips is soft and mightily pleased. "Aha, so the bunny wants to eat the wolf, huh?"
Jungkook forgets all pretense of decorum. He grabs Seokjin by his waist and hoists him onto his lap. Seokjin goes easily, only gasping in surprise when Jungkook's blunt teeth catch hard on his collarbone.
"Yes, fuck. Want to devour you." The confession bursts out of him shakily.
Seokjin breathes out a laugh and tilts his neck, offers himself up for Jungkook to maul. "Go ahead then. You've waited long enough."
Jungkook grinds one last bite into Seokjin's neck and then ushers him out of his lap. He licks his lips and looks up square into his eyes. "Run. Let me catch you."
Seokjin's cheeks blaze with heat and he grins a devilish smile. "And what will happen when you do catch me?"
Jungkook gives him a matching smirk and shrugs. "I'll eat you."
Seokjin squeals and turns to run. It's a silly game, they both are fully aware. So instead of dashing out of the house and onto the wide beach and the trees beyond, Seokjin instead scampers up the stairs and disappeares past the landing. Jungkook waits till he reaches the top then leaps into action. His heart's thudding in his ribcage and his blood is singing with joy. His instincts at last are screaming with him. He finds Seokjin on Namjoon and Taehyung's huge bed, huddled inside the blankets. He makes no move to hide his fragrant aroused scent. He wants to be caught. And Jungkook obliges him. With a half-giggle and half-growl, Jungkook pounces on the nest of throws and grabs Seokjin's flailing limbs. Get a hold of one delicate ankle and drags him out into the open.
"Got you." Jungkook crows and pins Seokjin down hard beneath him. He drops his body flush on top of Seokjin's, making him feel the brunt of his strength. Seokjin pants and gasps against his lips, head thrown back against the bedding and scent in full bloomed lust.
"Yeah, you got me." He sighs, all dreamy and content.
"Can I kiss you, Hyung?" Jungkook whispers, lips already tingling in anticipation. Seokjin's so close to him, thin pajamas and flimsy bathrobe the only material keeping their nakedness from melding together.
Seokjin stares up at his mouth. "Why not?" He whispers back and parts his lips open. Jungkook needs no further invitation. He swoops down and captures Seokjin's smile against his own, fucks his tongue into the velvet heat of his mouth and relishes the tremors that travel through Seokjin's body from head to toe.
The kiss is raunchy from the start, messy and rough. Seokjin's sharp fangs knock against his blunt teeth and Jungkook clamps down on a fat lip, pulls just enough that Seokjin gasps out in sharp pain. He wedges a strong hand beneath Seokjin's jaw and forces his mouth open wider. Seokjin whines and obeys. Gapes his mouth open for Jungkook to dive back in and claim him.
Meanwhile, Seokjin's fingers scramble between the press of their bodies and pulls at the fuzzy tie of his robe. Jungkook heaves up, "Wait, let me" and pulls it off, flings it away, leaving his body all bare for Seokjin to admire.
"Strong bunny." Seokjin breathes, eyes round and lips tucked between his teeth in lust. His hot and heavy gaze travels down the ridged landscape of his abs and down to the thick curve of his hard cock.
Jungkook watches his throat bob with a gulp.
"Now you." Jungkook grits out and doesn't wait for Seokjin to answer. He grabs the front of his pajamas and in one forceful move rips the shirt open. Seokjin squeaks in surprise. Squeaks again when Jungkook tears his pajama shorts off his trembling legs. The clothes are all torn up, and Jungkook should feel atleast a little guilty. Seokjin has been wearing these pajamas religiously since the first day, they were probably his favourite. But he couldn't care less. He wants to get between those legs and explore the slick heat hidden there.
Very slowly, he skims his palms down Seokjin's curvy hipline. Caresses his hipbones and circles soothing thumbs into the soft pale pink skin of his thighs. Sj quivers under his touch, so headily responsive. His cock is hard and lays drooling on his taut stomach and Jungkook wants to tease him, but he skirts his hands away. Seokjin wiggles trying to get him to change direction but Jungkook pins him down with more than his body.
"Please—" Seokjin gasps. So Jungkook slips his warmed up palms beneath his thighs and lifts them up, folds Seokjin up in the way he has always fantasised of doing so.
The scent is so thick now, Seokjin's plum blossom fragrance and Jungkook's spicy pomegranate.
Jungkook drags one finger through the glistening mess on Seokjin's inner thighs and traces it to the tight dusky pink furl drooling out his omega slick.
"Ah, you're wet." Jungkook says, an unnecessary observation. The sounds Seokjin's hole makes as Jungkook dips a shy finger inside are loud and indecently squelchy.
"You should see your face…" Seokjin gasps out a laugh, shuddering as Jungkook sinks his finger to the last knuckles. It's so easy, his ass just swallows him up. "You look so pissed off…"
Jungkook bares his teeth in a grin. "I'm preparing you for my meal. Let me concentrate."
So Seokjin obeys. He lets himself prone beneath his ministrations and only whimpers high and sharp when Jungkook adds one more finger inside him. Then two more. Spears his ass open and drags the sopping wetness into the fur of Seokjin's shuddering tail.
Seokjin watches him with splotchy cheeks and glassy eyes. His fists bracket his head and the planes of his stomach tighten and quiver with every twist of Jungkook's fingers inside him. Jungkook folds him up even more, presses his knees to his chest and cages Seokjin with his bigger body. He must have looked particularly feral because Seokjin gives a soft little whimper, submission condensed within a single intone. Jungkook feels mighty as he sneers down at the trapped Wolf beneath him. He has waited for this, maybe for years. Since that summer when he stalked Seokjin for the first time. They were meant to come together like this, Seokjin with his neck bared, letting a prey maul him into subservience. Jungkook jabs into his ass harder, a little cruel and harsh, and Seokjin responds beautifully, scrunches his pretty brow up and softly cries on his fingers. Already wrecked and debauched.
All Jungkook feels is heady power as he inches down Seokjin's trembling body and reaches the place where his fingers are tucked inside him. He has a Wolf writhing beneath him, at his mercy, whimpering tears and clenching around him.
Finally , Jungkook thinks as he flicks his tongue out and tastes Seokjin for the first time. Sweet, tangy, floral-fruity heaven. The taste of his waking and sleeping dreams. Everything he had ever desired and will ever desire in his life. He feels ravenous, all-consuming. Seokjin squeals as his thighs get pulled open wider but he gives himself up to Jungkook without any hesitation. And Jungkook falls upon his offering with the hunger of a caged beast.
He laps at Seokjin's hole with broad helpless licks, prises his cheeks apart uncaring that his nails are cutting into skin, digs his teeth into the meat of his ass, pulls high throaty moans out of Seokjin's drool-slick lips.
The furled muscle of his hole tightens and clenches around his tongue, already gaped open by his fingers. It's wet everywhere, his mouth, his chin, his palms, Seokjin's tail trapped beneath him, the bedsheets, even the tip of Jungkook's droopy ears when he presses deeper inside and Seokjin clamps shuddering thighs around his head. Wet, wet, sweet plums and fragrant blossoms.
"Jung—Jungkook," Seokjin gasps, grabbing his bunny ears, pulling hard . Jungkook growls and attacks him with a sharp nip. Grabs the hot blushed length of Seokjin's cock and digs his thumb into the weeping slit. Seokjin screams and bucks against him. "Ahh—ah— please ."
"Stay still ." Jungkook grunts and hooks Seokjin's thighs over his shoulders, pins him down more effectively. Then he gets back to eating the wolf.
Seokjin's so slippery wet now that Jungkook has to keep him in place with both hands to get his tongue inside. It keeps slipping out and Seokjin keeps squirming noisily. Jungkook slaps one ass cheek and earns himself a stuttered gasp. Seokjin's paper-doll skin blooms red with it so Jungkook spanks his other cheek too. It jiggles and pinkens in a rush but it does the work. Seokjin gives one final shudder and falls limp, thighs letting go of their vice like grip around Jungkook's head.
"Jungkook," Seokjin pants in between his sharp whimpers, "I'm coming—i'm gonna come, oh god —"
Jungkook doubles down with feral vigor, drinks in Seokjin's slick and groans with the taste. This is his most satisfying meal and he doesn't wants to stop. But Seokjin's sobbing above him, writhing on the sheets, convulsing thighs strapped around his head again, almost suffocating him between his legs but Jungkook's content to live just like this. Teeth dug into his flesh and tongue deep inside his clenching ass.
When Seokjin finally comes with an airy gasp, his thighs tighten so hard around Jungkook that his bunny ears burn in pain. Then his body goes entirely slack and he silently falls apart beneath him.
Jungkook's cock is throbbing in his pants, he is close to the peak himself. He drags Seokjin back to his mouth and starts eating him again.
"Ah—too much— it's too much ." But Seokjin's hips are confused. They rock forwards to meet his teeth and shudder away from him at the same time. It's that tiny show of resistance, the force with which Seokjin is keeping himself in control that trips Jungkook over the edge. He bites one final claim into Seokjin's ass and groans with his release, the pleasure like a live current dousing him under its wave.
Seokjin keeps his thighs open, red and wet streaked, and his fingers clutch Jungkook's bunny ears tight, holding on as they ride their high together.
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They spend the next hour entangled in the sheets, lazily exploring each other's bodies now that their explosive energy has simmered down to a comfortable buzz. Jungkook can't get enough of Seokjin's plush lips. They're sticky and sweet with how much they've traded kisses. He wants to say things, spill his eddy of confusing feelings out for Seokjin to sift through but the light through the window is hazy and soft and Seokjin's tail is curled around his hips, a soothing presence. Talk can wait.
Jungkook's droopy bunny ears flick playfully when Seokjin caresses them with delicate fingers.
"On a count of zero to ten, how mad do you think the lovebirds are gonna be when they find out we desecrated their bed?"
Jungkook laughs in answer. "I have tonnes of blackmail material on Tae, he won't make a peep."
Seokjin blesses him with a rare kind of smile. Eyes closed, cheeks bunched up, lips pink and plump. His scent embraces Jungkook's tenderly.
"I really like you, Jungkook-ah." Seokjin finally whispers against his lips. "You're a good one. I think I'll keep you."
Jungkook presses a smile into the softness of his cheek. "How sweet. I like you too, Wolf Hyung."
"Never had a bunny eat me before, but I have to admit it's a nice experience. Ten by ten, I'd let you do it again."
Jungkook preens smugly. "I bet I ate you better than your dumb alphas."
It earns him a startled laugh. "Don't get ahead of yourself, bunny. You might be a strange little prey but you're still prey."
It's light teasing that Jungkook takes in stride. He fakes a bite on Seokjin's cheek and instead pastes a sloppy kiss there.
"You're underestimating me. I bet I'd stalk you and catch you faster than your alphas. Leave them in the dust looking big and silly."
Seokjin giggles, scent sweet with pleasure. He traces a finger into the dip of Jungkook's neck, right against the pitter-patter of his pulse. "Mhm. Next time you chase my scent, make sure to catch me, okay?"
And Jungkook knows now with a finality that Seokjin is aware of it all. Aware that it was him in that woods that summer about to challenge an alpha for his claim.
He doesn't feel embarassed about it now. Seokjin's so close to him, breathing his breaths, gazing at him with pretty teasing eyes. So he cranes forwards and seals their lips together in a soft kiss. "Promise."
And Seokjin smiles, curls into his chest and settles there with a soft sigh.
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