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Lavender Hills

With your scent in my nose

And your touch on my skin

There is only one time

That I will ever be yours

Always.

Yoongi sighs, shoving a hand through the dark raven locks that fall in soft curls about his head. It’s getting later in the day, and he still hasn’t found the flower he was looking for. The backpack that sits next to him on the rich earth holds many different specimens of flowers, filled with notebooks and sketches of different plants. It was a beautiful day, even in the dark part of the forest where Yoongi sat sketching a patch of swamp azalea. The pen tapped against his teeth, sharp canines biting into the dark plastic. The plants rustled as a soft breeze blew through the woods, and Yoongi’s sharp nose turned to catch a fragrance in the air. It was a soft smell, fruity. Raspberries? No, strawberries. With a hint of mint. His pen hit the paper again, quickly finishing the intricate sketch before jotting down several notes alongside the flowers drawing.

A wolf appeared a moment later, dark red fur and sleek body emerging from the shelter of the trees and into the clearing, ears twitching as he moved closer to Yoongi. The sight of a massive wolf would startle anyone else, but Yoongi only smirked softly as the beast moved closer to him. It didn’t bother with cautious steps as it moved to curl around Yoongi’s back as he lay on the forest floor. Yoongi watched the wolf and then leaned back, feeling the soft fur prickle through the thin black t-shirt he wore. It was pleasant, a soft warmth from the chill of the damp outdoors. The wolf whined, and Yoongi turned, showing it the sketchbook with the detailed drawing before pointing to the cluster of flowers in front of him. The wolf snuffled at the flowers, nose twitching before it shook it’s massive head and turned back to Yoongi with an inquisitive look.

“Alright, fine. We can go get dinner. Hoseok, did you actually remember your wallet this time?”

The wolf snorted at him, shaking his massive coat as Yoongi slowly pushed to stand beside him, tucking his belongings into the bag along with a small collection of the flowers. He zipped the compartment and hooked it over his shoulder, loosening the straps all the way as he turned his head. He felt his neck crack, a comforting pop before he turned to face the wolf again, a mischievous grin on his face. “Bet I can beat you to the car.”

The wolf, Hoseok, seemed to perk up at this, bouncing up on his front legs and then pawing at the dirt excitedly. Yoongi felt the slow pop of his joints, the way his neck prickled as fur sprouted from his pores. The shift was easy, a burst of heat shredding itself into his innards as he collapsed onto all fours. Blood dragged itself upwards, the whole body’s worth packed tight under the top of his skull. It was an impossible accommodation, a gathering of breath before brutal redistribution. He saw his mouth open and his fingers working during those moments of tantalizing semi-freedom from his own flesh. He tore out, strained, was yanked back in. It was a new, frank, dark sacrament, something no-nonsense. Sure of itself.

There were flecks of resistance- he imagined bashing his head on the stone near the tree where he’d been sitting- but the need to shift swept them aside. His shoulders shifted, not without difficulty learned from the strange game of osteomorphosis, bore the hurried tectonics, the sensation of turning to ice and the shocking thaw that left a new grammar of movement. Shoulders, wrists, ankles- first to change. First to shift back. Yoongi’s lupine twin was impatient, testing his tolerance of delay and his of pain. Matter, raped and rearranged, murmured its trauma in the quivering cells.

In Yoongi’s place stood a hulking wolf with darker than night fur. The red wolf was slightly taller than him, giving him an excited look as he bound to the edge of the clearing, Yoongi trotting along behind him until they both stopped at the edge. Yoongi turned to Hoseok, shaking his massive head and snapping at him, ‘Are you ready?’

‘Born ready, bitch.’

The two took off, dirt and grass kicked up in their wake as they bolted between the deciduous trees. The trees were already in full bloom, the soft leaves filtering in sunlight, speckling Yoongi’s midnight fur in splatters of white as he weaved in and out of the foliage. It was an easy run, one he and his friend had made many times before. It was a wonderful feeling for the sea breeze to flow through his fur, to nip at his ears and stream along his lithe body. Hoseok was slightly ahead of him, his leaner frame making him better for speed rather than strength. Yoongi was strong, but lithe. It was easy for him to do long distance endurance running, which it was to the car. Somehow Hoseok was able to keep up this time as they darted their way through the lavender fields. On they ran, feeling the flowers whip along their hindquarters and brush along their undersides before the flowing and striking purple fields gave way to dark green forests again.

The backpack thumps against his back as he bounds under a tree, almost feels the bag catch on a branch before he’s set lose again and bolting towards the opening that had appeared in the trees. It’s almost too easy. Yoongi can feel the way the sun breaks out above him, sparking bright light across his dark fur as he leaps from the woods into the grassy clearing where his black jeep wrangler is parked next to the trail. There’s wildflowers spread all around, and he takes a moment to sniff at the soft petals before Hoseok is bursting from the trees and slams into him at full speed. They tumble to the ground together, yipping and barking at each other as they snap and paw, dirt and flowers flying up into the air before they finally settle on their bellies in the grass. Their heated breath comes out in pants, the Maine summer heat beating down on them. Hoseok has no problems with warmth, the way his red fur reflects the sun keeping him nice and cool while Yoongi’s dark black fur absorbs the heat, almost baking him from the inside. He can feel the heat burning at the tips of his fur.

Hoseok shifts first, bright red hair a tousled mess atop his head, lean muscles stretching and flexing as he stands naked in the middle of the field. “Honestly, hyung. You should just look for a different flower,” Hoseok scolds softly, popping open the backdoor of the jeep, pulling out his duffle bag and picking out a loose fitting black t-shirt and khaki shorts. The pants hang low on his hips as he pulls them up, the sharp lines of his hips amplified by the slim fitting pants. It takes Yoongi a few moments to shift back, jaw unhinging and muscles retracting and morphing, ice cold radiating up through his spine and shaking the fur from his pores. Soon he is crouched in the flower imprinted dirt before he pushes himself up. “I have to find it. My grandpa found it. It’s special. I need to find it no matter what,” Yoongi growls as he shifts his bag on his shoulder before he joins Hoseok at the back of the jeep.

He dons a grey t-shirt and black jeans, lacing up his shoes and cuffing his pants at the ankles. Their bags are discarded into the trunk of the jeep and they clamber inside and relax against the seats. The weight of the day finally comes crashing down on him, and he groans as he lays back against the plush seats. “Yoongi, you’ll find it at some point. Just don’t worry about it.”

Yoongi had been looking for the Wolfsbane Lady Slipper* for almost three years, it was one of the reasons he’d become a botanist. The study of plants was fascinating to him, and there was never a shortage as Maine is dense with foliage and flowers of all types. Lavender was his favorite. It’s vibrant purple and intense presence often calmed him, finding himself disappearing from his small lab to the vast hills that his grandparents and great grandparents had planted.

“I know I will. It’s just… you know how important that flower is to me. They require highly specific habitats to grow. And ladyslipper in general are already a rare plant in Maine due to overcollection and loss of habitat.” Yoongi plucked his notebook from the middle compartment, flipping through his notes until he found a blank page. He scribbled several notes onto the blue lines, though his handwriting looked more like chicken scratch.

“Yoongi.”

Yoongi looked up, turning to Hoseok to raise his brows in question. The other man just stared at him and rolled his eyes, perfect teeth biting into his lip before he slumped back into his seat. Hoseok had always been impatient, and was probably more so due to the fact he still had yet to write down his own notes. Why the ecologist often went without his field notebook, even on days he knew that they would be going out, was beyond Yoongi. The man always had a spare notebook in his pocket, and a pen almost casually tucked behind his ear. “Namjoon will probably be waiting for those samples. You know how impatient he gets, hyung. He has medicines to make and shit, ya know?” Yoongi tucked the tattered notebook into the compartment before starting the vehicle, smacking Hoseok up the side of the head while he was at it.

“Brat.”

They made it back in time, Namjoon waiting for them at the door with a puzzled look on his face and questions as soon as they stepped out of the jeep wrangler. Yoongi didn’t respond, but tossed the older man the duffle bag filled with specimens and unloading his belongings onto the front porch of their shared house. ‘He’s going out to the fields again tonight. He didn’t find the flower so he wants to try looking at night. It glows in the dark or some shit, I don’t know.’ Hoseok didn’t really answer Namjoon’s burning questions, instead shrugging off the other botanist in favor of curling up in front of the fire. Yoongi sat in the chair across from him, stirring his spoon in his mug and listening to the soft clink of the metal on ceramic. The fire crackled and spat at them despite the warmth from the summer heat. It felt more like fall with each passing day, the August wind bringing with it the coming September chill.

Yoongi sighed, shoving a hand through his raven locks as he stood from his chair and set his glass on the table. Namjoon and Hoseok didn’t bother to push him further as he dressed himself in a soft cotton sweater and jeans, a comfortable outfit that he wouldn’t be keeping on much longer. The three exchanged a quick slew of words, passing questions and giving off-hand answers before they finally let Yoongi off on his own, to find his flower.

Tonight will be the night.

Nobody has ever measured,

Not even poets

How much the

Heart can hold.

Jimin steps out from the taxi, bag in hand as he looks up at the sun high in the sky slightly painted over with clouds. But he won’t- no, he can’t - let it ruin his day. It’s the beginning of his two week vacation away from work. From home. From his friends. Coming from a place where no one knows of shifters to one of the small towns that’s a mostly shifter community, it’s strange. He can smell the damp sea air, the crisp saltiness in the air as he turns his nose up to the wind. It twitches, his lashes fluttering as he focuses in on the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the call of seagulls far above his head. If he listens carefully, a slight twitch of his ear, he can hear a rabbit scurrying through the underbrush and a squirrel chattering some ways off at a bird that had invaded its nest. Jimin took a few more moments to appreciate the crisp open air and the beautiful seaside view before he pushed his way into the small cottage.

The cabin is small, with a large king size bed against one wall, a tv opposite the bed in front of a vast window. There’s a separate room that Jimin assumes is the bathroom, a small kitchen that’s right next to the entryway as Jimin sets his duffle bag down. It smells like home, funny as it were, as Jimin moves further in. It’s a distinct musty smell, one that makes his nose twitch as he stirs the dust with his movements. It’s easy to focus in this place so far away from the city of Seattle, trading the rainy skies for sunny weather. It was different from his house back home, with it’s immaculate layout and neatly stacked notes in his office for his wildlife research. Jimin enjoys being a wildlife biologist, but sometimes he needs a break to get away. To go to the great outdoors. Even if it is just an occasional two week vacation in Maine that he has taken since he was a child with his parents.

The sun is starting to set, the sky lighting up in violet and oranges, much like an artist would brush striking colors across a canvas. Jimin can feel the pull of his wolf, the need to shift and to run. He’s felt it ever since he’d arrive. The crisp smell of forest and so many new smells that are all so familiar surround him and it’s like he never left. Jimin looks down at himself, dressed in an oversized grey sweater and black jeans. It isn’t the best outfit to go for a run in, but he wouldn’t be in them long anyway so he figures it doesn’t matter much. Grabbing his phone from the charger on the nightstand, Jimin glances once more out the bay window that faces the rocky cliff and the sea, imprinting the image into his mind before he heads outside and into the woods.

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Jimin stands at the edge of the woods, hidden away far enough that he won’t be seen as he quickly strips from his clothes. The trees cast the floor into shadow, darker than the still slightly bright light from the evening, beckoning Jimin’s wolf forward, to press against the skin that held it back. A desperate push and pull in his bones as Jimin collapses naked onto the forest floor, sticks digging into his knees as his back arches. He swallows repeatedly. Dry heaves, once. He ends up on his knees, doubled over, arms wrapped around himself.

He was quick, damp face rendered an appalling small-eyed in extremis version of itself, he vomits bile, jackknifes, rolls onto his side. He curls his pretty lips and within twenty seconds, with an extraordinary symmetrical fluidity, makes it through the shift. Moonlight begins to blotch the forest floor, maternally soothing when he finally stands and shakes out his silvery white fur. It gives a startlingly bright contrast to the darkness that surrounds him, eating up the light with predatory quickness. It’s a wonderful feeling to Jimin, to feel the bite of the cool august air pushing itself through his soft fur as he finally pushes forward into the dark.  

It was easy, the way Jimin fell into step with his lupine twin, felt the shift of primal instincts just below the surface of his conscious human mind. He knew of alpha’s who let themselves get utterly lost to the animalistic need to hunt. To search. To mate. But Jimin wasn’t one to submit to desires, instead focusing on how it felt to be so much more wolf than human . It was fully dark by now, the bright full moon catching his attention as he slowly built up, stretching the canine muscles that ached from disuse in their newly shaped form. The scent of something sweet caught his nose, drawing his attention from the grassy clearing that he had stepped into. It was matted wildflowers smelling of something not quite human, but not quite wolf. Jimin suspected possible prey in the vicinity, but as he pressed his wet nose to the ground he found no delicious metallic scent that registered in his mind as deer, but something tantalizing. It lingered on his tongue as he let his jaw slack, panting against the soft earth as he sniffed. Rosemary and sandalwood, with a hint of something Jimin couldn’t place, lingered in his senses and his ears drew forward as he followed the scent around the field before the scent ended at tire tread marks left by a vehicle. Wolf. The thought was sure now as Jimin turned away from the marks in the grass and followed the scent back to where it disappeared into the trees.

Owls hooted above him, bats scattering and flying down from their solace in the trees to catch their breakfast. Jimin felt safe in the dark with only the moon to light his way. The scent he followed lit up in his mind like a beacon, and he soon found himself running, following the trail as fast as he could through the timber. Smells good. The night was coming alive around him, his heart soaring as he tilted his head up to the sky, briefly abandoning his scent trail to chase the moon. His legs pushed him, the air flushing and exhaling in swirls of fog about his muzzle as he pushed himself further and felt the mossy terrain fall away to something softer. It brushed against his flanks, his underbelly, tickling him as he bound further in, following the soft curve of the hill until he sat at the top, surrounded in a dark color that looked the deepest blue but would most surely shine purple in the morning sun.

It was lavender.

Being loved is life’s second greatest blessing;

Loving is the greatest.

Yoongi felt the meadow beneath his paws, his sharp nails digging in as he raced along, following the path of the moon. Something was drawing him in, calling to him in the back of his mind as he let his tongue loll from his mouth, tasting the cool night air, tainted with the snap of salt from the sea. It was a delicate thing, fragile. The scent did nothing for him, not like the scent of flowers. The way the moon reflected off his fur, striking it grey across the deep black. He blended into the surroundings, melting in and out of shadows as he followed the trail he’d taken so many times before. Only this time, something was different. A new scent mingled with the familiar ones, pricking something in his lupine brain, noting the distinct rose essence with the undertone of vanilla. But there was something else, something that made his throat throb and his teeth ache, and the shudder that raced up his spine was visible in the shake of his fur.

Omega.

Yoongi may be a loner, an outcast who kept to himself due to his irregular tendencies. A strong alpha presence paired with his soft heart and even softer love of flowers and all things beautiful was what set Yoongi apart from the other Alpha’s in town. But Yoongi knew every omega. Knew the scent of the unmated shifters, knew the scent of the alphas. This wasn’t any of them. This was his territory, and his alpha almost demanded him to protect what was his from this newcomer who trespassed. The need in him, his alpha that banged against the walls of his skull, launched him forward into a run. The blood rushed in his ears as he ran, no- bolted- through the trees, eating up the earth and the scent with it. Yoongi almost instinctively knew right where it would lead him and sure enough, several moments later the trees abruptly ended, giving way to a sea of dark purplish blues. The hill was bathed in moonlight, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze and almost threatening to eat up anything that dared step foot into its depths much like the sea. It demanded his attention, for him to gaze at it’s beauty and forever tattoo the memory behind his eyes whenever he clapped them shut.

But that wasn’t what raptured Yoongi’s attention. At the very top of the hill, where Yoongi often sat on nights much like this one to think, stood a wolf. It’s silvery white fur shimmered in the moonlight, flickering almost like the scales of fish that darted around in the river. It was mesmerizing to see such a beautiful creature in such a serene landscape, it’s head tilted up to the sky to drink in the moon. A burst of wind swirled up, razing across the lavender fields and seeming to twist around the wolf's paws, stirring up it’s fur and drawing its scent into the air before wafting back down. Yoongi wasn’t prepared for the way the scent of the wolf hit him straight in the face, and Yoongi felt the air that he’d flushed into his lungs catch in his throat, eyes going wide as he immediately sat back on his haunches.

The wolf is one of the most beautiful Yoongi has ever seen, and he has a faint inclination in the back of his head telling him it may just be a wild wolf. They were common around his town, drawn in by the larger shifters when they roamed in their lupine form. But this was different, something itching in the very back of his mind that screamed at him, ‘Scent. Shift. Omega.’ on repeat. It was like a broken record that slowly got louder and louder and only quieted once he stood, his head lowered as he slinked up the hill. The other didn’t seem quite aware of his presence yet though he stood tall and proud in the dark purple field. Another breeze washed over him, and only then did the other wolf become aware of his presence as his own scent hit the other and it finally turned to face him.

Love recognizes no barriers.

It jumps hurdles, leaps fences,

Penetrates walls to arrive at

Its destination full of hope.

Alpha.

It’s the first thing that hits Jimin right away as the scent he’d been following earlier hits him full force, causing him to stagger slightly backwards before his head whips in the direction. He yips, finding an intimidatingly huge black wolf a few feet away from him, watching him with soulful golden eyes that almost seem to glow in the dark light of the moon. The way the wolf is looking at him, that intelligent flicker behind those mesmerizing eyes, there is no doubt in Jimin’s mind that this man is a shifter. The presence he gives off is a dominant one, but there's a subtle undertone to his scent that calms him instead of making him shy away from the newcomer. The wolf notices, ears pricking forward at the subtle change in Jimin's posture as he slowly relaxes. The fur on his haunches flattens down as the man approaches until they’re only a few feet away from each other and they just stare. The black wolf is studying him, and he can almost see his brows narrowing as if to say, ‘Who are you?’ Obviously Jimin can’t answer in his canine form, jaw slacking slightly and puffing hot air into the space between them as he feels his tail shift slightly. A gentle wag.

Jimin can feel the whine in the back of his throat as the black shifter steps closer, maintaining his eye contact as he cautiously leans in almost as if he’s afraid he’ll scare Jimin away if he makes a wrong move. But Jimin holds still, head tilting slightly as he feels the brush of a wet nose across the fur along his neck. It feels strangely intimate, a strange wolf sniffing him as the alpha’s scent washes over Jimin in waves now, and he feels almost drunk on the heady scent. The whine finally leaves him when the wolf sniffs up the length of his neck, snuffling along his cheek before the wolf lets out a low growl. The sound doesn’t make Jimin flinch, instead it lights something up in him, just below the lupine structure of his heart.

Jimin shifts his weight on his paws, and the wolf draws away almost startled, but when Jimin makes no move to get away from him he comes closer again, circling him. The brief thought of Jimin is like the prey they hunt at this moment tickles in his mind, and he lets out a sound akin to a laugh. The stranger pricks his ears at the soft sound, wet tongue sliding out and curling over the side of his muzzle before disappearing back into his mouth as he stops beside Jimin. He feels giddy, almost playful as the wolf looks at him. He can’t pinpoint the expression, but Jimin bows down on his front legs, wagging his tail in the air as he buries his face into the sea of lavender and lets out a low yip. It earns him a low bark, slightly muffled in his throat as the wolf tenses, almost as if daring him to do something. Anything.

Mood: May I have this Dance- Meadowlark

And that’s how it starts.

They bolt after each other, Jimin being the first one to shove forward and dash through the swirling purple, followed close behind by the low barks of the black wolf. They’re a stark contrast in the night in the bare field, a simple picture of yin and yang. Black and white. It’s nothing pressured, and despite Jimin being strangers with this new shifter, he feels as if he may have known him for years. The way the moon reflects across the slightly tinted dark grey of the others muzzle, the way he isn’t afraid to play, but has the commanding stature of an alpha that Jimin has slightly grown to fear. But his presence is… different. It’s hard, but there’s a softness around the edges that makes Jimin want to melt and tumble into the flowers.

The wolf beats him to it, heavy body knocking into him and sending him crashing into the flowers. He feels the purple smudge across his fur as he tumbles onto his back, legs kicked up in the air before the alpha is on him. His black paws planted firmly on the ground, boxing him in. Jimin opens his mouth as if to speak before he snaps it closed again at the pointed look the alpha gives him, and he decides there’s only one way to communicate.

The shift back to his human form goes smoother than when he shifts to his animal form. Bones crack and muscles rearrange until he finds his bare skin pressing into the soft bed of flowers. He’s naked, and he faintly feels the need to cover himself, but he pushes it away. His breath catches in his throat as the wolf's eyes widen, and if he listened close enough he could hear the shifters heart stuttering over itself. It takes him a moment to find his voice, his jaw still working through the last of the shift and his tongue slightly dry from all the running but he manages to get out, “Jimin.”

It was a simple word, just his name. But it gives him a reaction he hadn’t expected, watching with great wonderment as the wolf's tail immediately lifts and waves back and forth eagerly at the new information. Jimin takes the opportunity to press his small fingers into the fluff matt of fur across his chest, feeling the raven strands beneath his fingers before there’s a rumbling coming from the shifter. There’s audible popping as the animal pulls away and stands a few feet away, and Jimin can see the joints and bones moving beneath his fur.  Oh.

True love

Is when your heart

And your mind

Are saying the same thing.

Yoongi vomits unceremoniously into the lavender, his back turned to the young man who was sprawled out on the purple landscape. He was clouded, hazy as his muscles complained and bones cracked and popped as they rearranged and finally settled against his body much like a sculptor kneading clay back into a different shape. Yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a low whine and a growl at the edge. It takes a moment but he finally gathers himself again and turns to the omega, Jimin- he reminds himself. He takes the opportunity of Jimin staring at him with those wide sparkling eyes to crawl closer to him, to press his hands on either side of the boys head before he tilts his head and looks down at him.

‘He’s beautiful.’ Yoongi thinks briefly as he stares down at the stranger that had trespassed on his land.The way his silver hair shines almost white in the moonlight, how his toned body is sprawled out wantonly across the flowers that blanket the earth around them. It’s gorgeous. Ethereal, almost. Yoongi would consider himself in a dream if it weren’t for the small hand- so cute- that was pressing into his chest and feeling his heart skip a beat. “Alpha.”

Yoongi’s breath hitches, and his mouth flounders for a moment before heat is rushing through his body to places he doesn’t want it to, though his ears tint noticeably redder in the dim light. Jimin doesn’t seem to notice, only pins him with an inquisitive gaze before he repeats the title. “Alpha.”

“Y- Yoongi.” he manages to stutter out, fingers digging into the crumpled flowers that have been crushed beneath their weight.

Jimin mouths it, almost as if he’s tasting it on his tongue, and Yoongi longs to press his lips to the omega’s. To take his plush lips in a feverous kiss and sweep him up into his arms. He wants to ravish him. Worship him. The thought startles him as Yoongi is normally docile, to the extreme even. He doesn’t start fights. Doesn’t lust after anyone who doesn’t want him back. But there’s a look in Jimin’s eye, the way his scent is permeating his senses and pouring into his very skin that has Yoongi pressing closer. The hand on his chest slides upwards, fingers curling into the raven locks that curl at the back of his neck. The omega tugs at the strands gently, testing the waters. “J-Jimin.”

The man makes a noise in the back of his throat before his gaze is lifting back to Yoongi’s and he’s almost killed by those beautiful chocolate eyes alone. “W-who are you? How did you find this place?” It puzzles Yoongi how Jimin managed to find the lavender hill as it is hidden deep in the woods, somewhere not many people venture into. Even shifters.

Jimin flushes under his gaze and his teeth bite into his lip as he averts his gaze and turns his head, inadvertently baring his neck to the alpha. It takes everything in Yoongi not to lean down and press his lips over his scent gland, to slide his tongue out across that beautiful golden skin and taste him on his tongue. “I-I followed a scent… y-your scent.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, mouth opening slightly to speak, but Jimin running his fingers through his hair and dragging his nails along his scalp stops him and instead a contented growl rumbles in his chest. His eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and he visibly relaxes, allowing himself to settle on his knees between Jimin’s legs. The position was insanely intimate, something not commonplace among strangers. His mouth felt dry, the wet muscle of his tongue sliding out to wet his lips as he gazed down at Jimin through hooded gaze, and fuck if he wasn’t falling in love in the violet hours of the morning.

They stayed like that, Yoongi on all fours between Jimin’s legs as they just stared into each others eyes, studying each others faces. Yoongi committed Jimin’s face to memory, the soft curve of his cheekbones. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his cupids bow dipped perfectly and the deep pink flush of his lips. Jimin was in every sense of the word; beautiful. Exquisite. A pure definition of what Yoongi pictured perfection would look like. It took him several moments before he finally stands up, pulling Jimin’s offered hand and helping him up as well. They stand there, unabashed in their nakedness and the tension is clear in the air.

Now, there’s a moment between them. Some unspoken reverence that gives way to something more. Something infuriatingly sweet that winds tendrils into their insides and tightens around their hearts. It binds them together, the soft pull of fate through the universe that has drawn them together to this very moment. It falls away like rain washing down a tin roof. It fills Yoongi inside, a drowning sensation that has him stepping forward to Jimin until there’s only heated air between them, a soft swirl of hot breath in the few inches that separates them. Yoongi has never been a gambling man, but as he reaches out to rest a long fingered hand over the curve of the others tiny waist, he lets himself throw caution to the wind as the words slip from his lips. “You look like you taste of honey and no pain.” Jimin small hands reaching up to curl against the nape of his neck has Yoongi stepping closer, to cut all distance between them and finally press them flush together. “Let me have a taste of that.”

The words are barely a whisper on the tip of his tongue before Jimin is tilting his head back slightly, pulling Yoongi forward until their lips pressed together in a gentle kiss. Even such a minute contact has an explosion of reaction in his body, halogen lamps lighting up beneath his skin that has Yoongi’s fingers digging into the soft skin of the other. The way Jimin goes pliant in his hold, his fingers tightening in his hair and pulling him down almost desperately has a fervor erupting in his gut, desire swirling in his mind as he takes control and slides his tongue into Jimin’s waiting mouth. The wet slide of their tongues, gentle scrape of their teeth along flesh as they try to get closer to each other, the adamant press of their wolves that try to connect through the finite of their human counterparts.

They part on a gasp, Yoongi watching as a string of saliva connects their lips before it breaks and severs the contact between them. It’s tense, the way Yoongi gazes at Jimin's flushed face, lips swollen and red from their kiss. Yoongi can still taste him on his lips, a sweetness that has the underlying tint of rose to it. It calms him, nostrils flared as he stares at Jimin trying to catch his breath, watching as the young man wraps his arms around himself.  The time it takes for them to settle is driving Yoongi almost insane, and he can just barely feel the chill of the night air without Jimin's heat close to him. It makes him uncomfortable to not be touching him.

Let us always meet each other with a smile

For the smile

Is the beginning of Love.

Jimin and Yoongi spend the rest of the hours talking, sitting naked in the middle of the lavender hill, backs pressed together and their heads resting back along each other's shoulders. It’s a comforting warmth of body heat, and Jimin can feel the heat blooming in his chest. It’s not a desire, a wanton lust that threatens to consume him like when he’s in heat. It’s something achingly foreign but also familiar. Like someone has turned on a light in his heart and he only now is stepping in to see the brightness of it.

Jimin learns of Yoongi’s occupation, a botanist, and that he lives with his two friends Namjoon, who is also a botanist and is Yoongi’s partner in his studies, and Hoseok, an ecologist. In turn Jimin tells Yoongi of his best friends back home. Taehyung, a young beta biochemist who spends his time studying shifters and the correlation between their wolf and human counterparts. Taehyung's boyfriend Jungkook, an omega shifter, who is a wildlife park ranger who helps Jimin with his research when he is out in the field. They fall into an easy conversation, talking about their likes and dislikes and what made them move to where they are now. He finds that Yoongi has lived here all his life, and the very lavender field that they are laying in was planted by his grandparents and great-grandparents. They talk for quite some time until they fall into a comfortable silence, just watching as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. But it’s bittersweet as Yoongi pulls them both up to stand, embracing Jimin in his strong arms and pressing the gentlest of a kiss to his forehead.

They’re not strangers, even before it was almost as if they had known each other in a time forgotten. The way Yoongi’s hands linger on Jimin's skin, the tingling of lips brushed across his face before settling firmly against his own has Jimin leaning in, melting into the embrace before the warmth of Yoongi is pulled away and he hears the telltale sign of joints popping and muscles rearranging. He follows close behind, body falling to the lavender floor and jackknifing, a loud whine pulling from his throat that soon becomes throatier and more of a growl when he finally resumes his consciousness in his wolf form. He shakes out his fur, watching Yoongi with a rapt expression before they’re pressed together again. Jimin closes his eyes as Yoongi moves closer to him, his wolf form bigger than Jimin by a good half a foot as he licks across the top of Jimins head. He lolls his tongue out, jaw going slack before he shuts it again, turning his head to the side to bare his neck to the alpha. Jimin can see the growl before he hears it, the way his chest fur shifts before Yoongi is pressing his muzzle into the thick fur of Jimin's neck. His wet tongue swipes over the column, coating the fur in his scent when he rubs his head all over the silvery fur. The scent of rosemary and sandalwood sticks to Jimin, and he whines softly as Yoongi pulls away.

The sound only lasts a few seconds before Yoongi is tilting his head slightly, and Jimin seizes the opportunity, scenting the alpha in rose and vanilla. They seem pleased with each other, the way their scent lingers on their coats. But the sun is rising higher in the sky, and Yoongi is pulling away all too soon. His gaze never leaves Jimin as he backs up down the hill, before Jimin loses all sight of him as he disappears into the shelter of the trees. Jimin is left alone, the sun casting strikes of light just over the tree tips that glimmers off his fur and would have blinded him if he hadn’t already been blindsided by falling hopelessly in love.

Oh my god.

The best and most beautiful things

In this world

Cannot be seen or even touched

They must be felt

With the heart

Yoongi pushes his way into the house, lanyard clinking against the door as he disengages the lock and shuts the door with a quiet thud. It’s futile even as Yoongi tries to be as quiet as possible, because as soon as the door hits the frame Hoseok is poking his head out from the kitchen, a bright red apron tied around his waist. His hair is a touseled mess atop his head as he pushes something around in a pan that Yoongi can’t see, but he can smell the food wafting through the house. “Yoongi-hyung! Welcome home.”

Yoongi smiles, though it’s only a twitch of his lips as he makes his way into the kitchen to find Namjoon sitting at the dining room table with samples and notebooks spread out over the surface. He’s muttering something to himself, lifting a hand to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before he’s scribbling away into a notebook. They have an office, a big one that they share with all the notes though Yoongi’s never been quite sure why they have it since Namjoon seems determined to use every surface besides the designated space for them to do the work. It doesn’t register in Yoongi’s mind how hungry he is until he actually sees Hoseok cooking bacon and eggs at the stove, a bowl of freshly cut fruit already sitting in the middle of the island. Yoongi smirks as he digs his hand into the bowl, popping a vibrant red strawberry into his mouth. The juice floods his mouth as he chews, and he feels the flavor absorb into his senses. It tastes good in his mouth and soon the handful is gone, sating his hunger for the time being.

But it doesn’t taste as good as him.

“Yoongi-ah. I didn’t realize you were back.”

The soft voice draws his attention from his swirling thoughts of the night, the soft thud of socked feet descending the staircase. Seokjin appears a few moments later, black hair pushed back out of his face with a folded bandana tied around his head. He’s handsome. It was a wonder Namjoon had accepted being courted by the gorgeous Alpha, who radiated power and strength as he entered the room. Yoongi nods in acknowledgement as Seokjin moves past him, stepping up behind his mate to press a gentle kiss to the side of his head. Namjoon grunts, brushing off the alpha as he sorts the flowers into their specimen containers and shuts them closed to be dried later. The pediatric surgeon is already dressed in his vibrant cartoon scrubs, lab coat slung over his arm as he tries to pull his mate back for a kiss. “Joon,” the man looks up at Yoongi’s voice, a scowl plastered to his face before he turns to Seokjin with an embarrassed look on his face, cheeks dimpling and ears tinting a bright red. It was funny to watch the large man get flustered by his mate as Seokjin wrapped an arm around the man's shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

Seokjin has his lunch packed, having stolen Yoongi’s leftover chinese takeout despite his grumbles, and stands by the doorway. Yoongi is about to dish himself up a plate when Seokjin ruins everything.

“Good to know someone’s finally caught your interest, Yoongi. I expect to see them at our dinner table soon. And use protection!”

FUCK!

‘Tis better to have

Loved and Lost

Than never to have

Loved at all

“What do you mean you met someone? You haven’t even been gone a full twenty four hours!”

Jimin winces slightly at his friends scream through the computer speakers, echoing into the confined space of his cabin. The thoughts of the raven haired man swirl and he can see those intelligent eyes watching him everytime he claps his lids shut. He can hear the loud voices of his friends on the other side of the screen, but he’s too busy looking out the bay window at the sea that he doesn’t notice Taehyung showing off his new puppy. He can still feel the press of lips against his if he presses his fingers there, can still taste him on his tongue. The scent is still there, lingering over his scent gland and the thought flushes heat to his face as he hides behind his hands. “Yah! Chim! Chimberly!”

“Hmm?”

“Well? Don’t just stand there being all shy, tell me about him. Your alpha.”

Your alpha. “He’s not my alpha, Taecub. And his name is Yoongi.” The statement is true, he’s not Jimins. Not yet, anyway. The shifter had swept into his life so quickly that Jimin had barely thought about anything else since he’d arrived back at the cabin. He’d gone to the diner in town and had a heavy breakfast, and then had disappeared back to the cabin to call Taehyung and Jungkook. He was beginning to regret his decision as his friends were scolding him for making out with someone he’d just met, but Jimin couldn’t explain it. There was something there. Something more than the attraction.

Jimin smiles, sliding a hand across his neck where he can still feel the press of Yoongi’s muzzle, the way he scented him so eagerly. Like Jimin wasn’t the only one feeling the insane chemistry that crackled almost audibly between them in the pale moonlight. It was like coming home. Being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. Like one day everything was fine, you’re on vacation like every year and enjoying your life until an unknown piece of the puzzle is slotted into place and suddenly everything makes sense and you get lost in their eyes. You stand at the edge of a cliff, gazing down into the depths of the sea and you just… fall.

“Taehyung.” Jimin speaks quietly, looking down at his clasped fingers in his lap. It’s an intense feeling, the tug of his heart telling him to go back to the hills but he pushes the feelings down. He needs to get it out. It’s important. Taehyung is waiting patiently for him to speak, whispering over his shoulder at his pacing boyfriend in the background. Jimin breathes a moment, breath hitching slightly as the taste of rosemary lingers on his tongue before he manages to get the words out in a breathless voice. “I think I love him.”

Taehyung disappears from the screen and Jimin can hear the yelling on the other side before Jungkook is pushed across the background and Taehyung following close behind as he smacks at the younger man. His complaints fall on deaf ears before Taehyung finally reappears and adjusts himself, smoothing a hand down the front of his striped shirt. The look on his face is clearly disapproving, but Jimin feels the heat in his face, covering the smile that breaks across his face as thoughts of Yoongi flash in his mind. “Jimin. Seriously you just met the guy.”

“I know. I know I should crumble for better reasons….” Jimin pauses as he turns to face the window again, and the bright light of the sun casts shadows across his face.  “But have you seen that man? He brings the very sun to its knees every night.”

When I am

With you

The only place

I want to be

Is Closer.

It’s been three days since Jimin last saw Yoongi. He longed to go back to the field, to find the elder there and to bury himself in his embrace, but he’s only got two weeks. Taehyung convinces him to take it slow, to not focus solely on the infectious alpha that plagues his every waking thought. He can’t help himself, and it doesn’t help that his heart starts to hurt as the alpha’s scent is fading over his neck.

Jimin stands at a vendors tent, pondering over the vast selection of fruits and vegetables at the farmers market. The park is busy, children running around and shifters lounging by the beach in their wolf forms. It’s calm, a peaceful quiet that settles itself over Jimin. There’s a loud yell that captures his attention as he hands his money to the farmer, but he doesn’t bother to retrieve his change as he catches sight of a black haired man weaving through the crowd ahead of him. Jimin has almost caught up to him when the man yells, and his heart sinks to find that it’s not Yoongi, but a young shifter teenager trying to catch up with his friends.  There’s jewelry at the next tent over, and as Jimin is making his way over to it something catches his attention. A scent, faint but still there leading towards the beach. He abandons the silver rings he had in his hands, barely hears the vendor yelling at him as they fall to the ground as Jimin shoves his way through the crowd.

The whine that leaves him is embarrassingly loud as he grounds to a halt where grass meets sand, observant gaze scanning the beach for a sign of the raven haired man. His nostrils flare, and he catches the scent again and his feet are pushing him forward once more, the sand invading his shoes as he walks. He would have been getting strange looks had he not been in an area with so many shifters, a man sniffing obsessively at the air as he wanders the beach. He can see a group of men under a giant umbrella, huddled on a blanket playing cards and squabbling with each other. There’s a raven haired man with his back to him, and as Jimin gets closer the scent gets stronger. Jimin knows better than to rush forward and touch an alpha, but he grips the raven haired man's shoulder and turns him.

There’s a loud growl that erupts into the space, a flurry of sand and suddenly Jimin is shoved away from the group with an angry omega in his face. Jimin whimpers in surprise, but his nostrils flare at the faint scent of sandalwood and rosemary. It’s lingering on the omega, and Jimin narrows his eyes as he leans forward to sniff at the hand that is fisted in the front of his shirt. If Jimin had ears right now, they would be folded back as he swallows around the whine in his throat. Now that Jimin is closer, the group of shifters all smell faintly of sandalwood and rosemary. The omega is cursing at him, but all Jimin can think is that his alphas not there, that he followed the scent to people have met him and are probably his friends, but that he’s not there. He can’t stop the whine as it slips from him this time. “Y-Yoongi…”

The omega’s next words are cut off immediately as the name slips from Jimins lips. In fact, the entire group has gone quiet and is staring at him with wide eyes, mouths slightly agape. The omega almost immediately drops his hand from his white t-shirt and stepping away to stand beside the raven haired alpha Jimin had touched. Not-Yoongi stares at him for a moment with a smug look on his face as he wraps an arm around his mate, pressing a kiss to his forehead as the man buries his face into his neck and scents him. Jimin flushes in embarrassment at his mistake and drops his eyes to the ground to fiddle with his shirt. “S-sorry. Was looking for someone.” Jimin murmurs quietly, teeth biting into the plump flesh of his bottom lip.

Not-Yoongi smiles knowingly as he looks at Jimin, though his smile falters slightly before breaking out into an all out grin as he gazes somewhere behind Jimin. The other man sitting on the blanket is laughing, fiery hair fanning out in the sand as he falls over from the intensity of it. “What are you-” his voice lodges in his throat as he stiffens, goosebumps breaking out immediately over his tanned skin as his heart picks up. He’s suddenly enveloped in rosemary and sandalwood, and his jaw throbs as saliva pools in his mouth. There’s a breeze that swirls around him much like the first night, slamming the scent of the other into Jimin’s senses as he turns to face the alpha.

There, in all his pale ivory skin and dark hair, stands Yoongi. He’s dressed casually in a pair of black ripped jeans and a simple black t-shirt. His cat-like eyes are glued to Jimin, the same intelligent golden brown that was watching him on the hill stare back at him. He looks every bit as handsome as the first night, only more so now that Jimin can see him clearly in the bright summer sun as he stands there with an ice cream cone slowly melting down his large hand. “Alp-”

The title never manages to leave his lips before Yoongi is on him, a growl ripping itself from the elders throat as he buries his face into the curve of Jimin’s neck. The laughter behind them dies out, fading into the background as Jimin's world narrows to only the two of them. Yoongi’s growl is loud, vibrating in his chest as Jimin immediately buries his fingers into Yoongi’s hair, head falling back to allow the Alpha to press his lips against his scent gland. He peppers kisses there, and Jimin whines at the contact of wet tongue over the sensitive skin as he feels Yoongi’s strong hands closing over his hips. He’s faintly aware of something splattering against his bare calf as the elders ice cream falls, but Jimin can’t bring himself to care about the wasted treat when he’s finally found him.

I love you more

Than there are stars

In the sky

And fish in the sea

“Y-Yoongi.” The musical voice in his ear does little to quell the instinct in him as he scents the omega. There are hands in his hair, tugging and pulling him closer before they’re moving away and pressing into his broad shoulders to push him away. It’s pitiful the way a whine immediately slips from him at the loss of contact and his hands tighten over Jimin’s hips. He pants as he finally pulls away to see Jimin’s face bright red and pupils blown out, neck wet and slightly dotted with hickeys left from Yoongi. The realization that he’d just scented and practically put his claim on Jimin in the middle of a crowded beach- in front of his friends mind you- has Yoongi’s ears tinting a dark red and a flustered expression taking over his features. Yoongi doesn’t feel very sorry though, if anything he feels satisfied seeing the omega just as affected as he is, looking so close to drawing him back into his embrace with only a motion of his hand.

Seokjin moves to stand beside them, arms crossed across his broad chest as he smirks at Yoongi and finally turning back to the young omega. “Hi. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Seokjin.” the alpha holds out his hand to Jimin with a bright smile, ignoring the way Yoongi slips his hand around his waist and the growl that spills into the space between them. He notices that Jimin giggles at his reaction- so cute- and shakes the offered hand. Yoongi pulls Jimin closer to him and away from his friend and moves them to sit on the blanket. Yoongi sits first, staring up at Jimin as he stands there looking shyly over his friends.  Hoseok and Seokjin look excited, a bit smug even. Namjoon just looks… guilty.

Yoongi reaches up, grabbing Jimin by the arm and pulling him into his lap, holding him much like you would a child in his lap. The draw between them shouldn’t be so strong, the need to be so close whenever the other is near. Yoongi wants to touch him, to feel the omega’s skin beneath his fingertips, so he adjusts slightly and presses swirled pads into the smooth skin that’s exposed at his hip where Jimin's shirt has ridden up slightly. The touch elicits a electric shock up into his veins, racing through his vessels and straight to his groin. It’s an embarrassing reaction to such a simple touch as he gently nuzzles his face into the omegas neck, ignoring the pointed stares from his friends. “So, this is him. The omega that has caught our Yoongi’s attention.” Seokjin chuckles, looking over Jimin with appreciation.

Yoongi knows his friend is just teasing, but he can’t help the glare that he pins the other with as he tightens his grip on Jimin. It’s embarrassing how easily he’s getting riled up, his friends poking fun at him as he presses his face into Jimin's hair. It smells of roses and vanilla, a scent he’s getting quite used to as he feels the omega settle fully into his lap and rest himself back against Yoongi’s chest. Jimins giggle vibrates against Yoongi’s chest, filling him with a soft warmth as he listens to his friends speak with Jimin. They’re gentle with their questions, with how they talk to him. They ask him about where he’s from, what he does, if he’s ever been with anyone before or if Yoongi is the first alpha he’ll have been with. This earns a bark of frustration and a tinted red face from Yoongi, and Jimin laughs so hard he tips over in Yoongi’s lap and sends them both backwards into the sand.

They spend the afternoon swimming and playing with Yoongi’s friends, and he finds he really likes having Jimin with him. He fits in with the group, doesn’t mind the crude humor of Seokjin and Hoseoks almost constant sadism that the alpha barely keeps in check even with Yoongi’s warning growls. It’s easy, the way they fall into place together like puzzle pieces. Like Jimin has always been there.

“Baby, here I got you some. Try it it’s good.” Yoongi smiles as he rushes up behind Jimin to catch up to the group as they meander around the farmers market. He crowds into Jimin’s space, lips pulled back to reveal teeth and gums in a vibrant smile as he lifts the ice cream cone to the omegas lips. Jimin glances at him for a moment before a smile lights up his face and he opens his mouth slightly and lets his tongue slide out and lap up the creamy treat before humming as it hit his taste buds. Why Yoongi thought feeding Jimin ice cream was a good idea Yoongi would never know. It only succeeded in Yoongi’s heart skipping a beat as the omega hummed and leaned back in to close his lips over the tip of the ice cream and eat some off the top.

It was unintentionally erotic, though Jimin seemed unaware of what he was doing as he ate some more. Yoongi flushed, could feel himself getting flustered and only became more so when he looked up to see his friends with shit-eating grins on their faces. ‘You’re whipped.’ Hoseok mouthed to him and he shrugged in response. It’s not like he could deny it, his friend wasn’t wrong. He was utterly smitten with the silver-haired omega as he kept pressed into Jimin's side. Namjoon was clinging onto Seokjin as they stopped at a booth, going over some pieces of jewelry while Jimin and Yoongi walked on ahead. It was calm for a moment, Hoseok falling behind to give them their space. They had quite a bit to talk about, the way they needed to be near to each other. Why the pull had been so strong.

“Your friends are really nice, Yoongi.” Jimin’s voice was just above a whisper as Yoongi turned to him. He smiled, hooking his arm around the youngers shoulders and pulling him in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. “Uh- yeah, they’re okay I guess, they can be a bit much I know.” he offers an apologetic smile as they stop at a food truck.  It smells delicious, like korean barbecue and summer parties. “Why don’t you go sit somewhere and look pretty, and I’ll get us some food, yeah? We can talk more while we eat.”

A thousand hearts

Would be too few

To carry all

My love for you

Jimin stood by the gazebo where a band was playing, smiling softly to himself as he swayed to the music. It was nice, a gentle jazzy tune that made him feel warm inside. He’d dance, but it was too slow to really dance to without a partner. There was a moment where he caught sight of Yoongi by the food truck, the alpha’s foot tapping impatiently on the pavement before he was glancing at the rolex on his wrist. There’s a brief moment that Jimin almost returns to Yoongi’s side, but he’s so close to the front of the line that he decides against it.

His eyes are closed, gently swaying to the music when he feels a pair of hands on his hips, fingertips diggin in slightly as the warm body presses against him. Jimin humms, a smile pulling at his plush lips as he lets his head fall back onto a broad shoulder at the gentle touch. “I thought you were-” Jimin stiffens, nose twitching at the orange and spruce cent that’s invading his space. Not Yoongi. Jimin can feel the panic rising in him as he steps forward, but the strong hands follow him and their fingernails dig into his skin through his shirt. It has a loud whine pulling from his throat as Jimin twists in the alpha’s grip. “Come on, pretty boy. Don’t you want to be good? I can smell it on you. That you’re begging for the knot.”

The words disgust Jimin as he finally wriggles from the powerful hold and whirls around, his hand raising before he has the chance to think rationally. There’s a sting in his palm as he watches the alphas head turn with the force behind his slap, and Jimin forgets about the alpha in line who was getting him food, focused on protecting himself from the inappropriate asshole who reeks of pre rut. “He’s not begging for your anything.” Yoongi’s powerful voice sounds behind the alpha and Jimin can barely see the top of his black hair behind the height of the other alpha.

Excuse me? Fucking omega bitches think they can just talk back to an alpha-” the mans words are cut off as Yoongi straightens, head rolling before his head is tilted to look at the man. Jimin can smell the pheromones he’s giving off, and it’s… different. Seokjin shows up a few feet behind him, Hoseok in tow as they watch the encounter. Jimin’s worried, the alpha is so much bigger than Yoongi, could easily hurt him. The alpha sutters in his insult as the smell finally reaches his nose, wrinkling in distaste and if the man had been shifted, Jimin was almost sure his tail would have been tucked slightly between his legs. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

The alpha falters in forming a sentence, shifting slightly before he stands taller and glares at Yoongi, Jimin watching as the two men bare their proverbial teeth. Though Yoongi has pulled his lips back slightly to reveal his perfect white teeth. “I said, your omega bitch needs to learn his place. He can’t just talk back-” the words never finish leaving his lips as Yoongi moves quicker than Jimin has seen, strong hand curving around the man's neck as his leg sweeps out and he knocks the man to the ground. “Excuse me? This isn’t the 1900’s. Are you a fucking idiot? You don’t talk to an omega like that. Especially one that’s not yours, and Especially when you’re in pre rut. You shouldn’t have even left the house today, you fucking reek.” Jimin is almost amazed at Yoongi’s show of strength (read: he’s totally not surprised.) as the young alpha cowers on the ground. Yoongi takes a moment to look the man over, his lips pulling back over his teeth before he straightens. “Go home. You shouldn't be out during your rut. Especially with so many omega’s around that you don’t know.”

Jimin watches stunned at Yoongi’s level of maturity as he moves away from the alpha and over to Seokjin, taking the lamb skewers in the man's hands and moving back to Jimin. The scent that rolls off of Yoongi is different, but it intoxicates Jimin nonetheless, drawing him in as he buries his nose into the curve of the alphas neck. He’s scenting himself on Yoongi, though the man doesn’t seem to mind it does earn laughter from the two alpha’s standing near them. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Why on earth the man is apologizing, Jimin will never know. All he knows is that it was extremely sexy to see an alpha (read: Yoongi only) to defend him like that.

“D-don’t apologize.. It was fine.” Jimin flushes as Yoongi presses into his space, hovering slightly as he pulls a piece of meat off of the skewer and offers it to him. Jimin doesn’t bother looking at his friends anymore, just moves closer and opens his mouth to take the food offered to him. His lips turn up in a smile as Yoongi presses the food- and his fingers- into Jimin's mouth and sets the food on his tongue. Jimin feels strange as he moves closer and closes his lips around both Yoongi’s fingers and the food and letting his tongue slide over the digits as the alpha pulls his fingers from his mouth. There’s a wave of sandalwood and rosemary that hits him and he whines softly as he chews, ducking his head as he smiles around the meat in his mouth. It makes him grin, glad to see that he’s not the only one so powerfully affected by the others presence. Jimin reaches for the skewer with a slight mischievous glint in his eye,  “Here, you have some.”

Blessed is the season

Which engages

The whole world in a

Conspiracy of Love

After the day at the beach, and the ensuing confrontation with a horny young alpha, Yoongi finds the omega at his house a lot over the next week. They grow closer, almost never seen apart from one another which Seokjin teases them relentlessly for. Yoongi knows it’s lighthearted but he takes the opportunity to jab fun back at the other alpha about how when he and Namjoon had first met Yoongi caught them in bed the first night.  It makes Jimin laugh, a twinkling sound as he sits on the couch with Hoseok or stands in the kitchen making tea, and it almost never fails to see the omega fall into the person nearest him. Yoongi’s gotten used to him smelling slightly of Hoseok or Seokjin, but it doesn’t stop the growls that rumble in his chest whenever the other alphas touch him without Jimin first initiating contact. Jimin smiled broadly at Seokjin's cheesy jokes, eyes turning into crescents before he is rolling into the nearest person, or the way they walk along the beach at night hand in hand and Jimin looks at him like they’ve known each other for quite some time.

There’s still the air of uncertainty, that maybe this is all just some fantasy that they’ll wake up from and they’ll realize it’s just basic attraction. But Yoongi finds himself reaching for Jimin’s hand at the dinner table, or interlocking their pinkies as they walk through the small grocery store in the next town over. It’s domestic. A gentle calm that’s settled over both of them, and Yoongi thinks that he wouldn’t mind waking up to Jimin’s beautiful face in the morning like he finds himself at the middle of Jimin’s second week there.

They’re snuggled together under the covers of Yoongi’s bed, clothes strewn about the room. They hadn’t slept together, though Jimin had been completely pliant and almost begging in his arms as they thoroughly scented each other after returning from the lavender fields. Jimin had been adamant about going out with Yoongi to try and find the wolfsbane lady slipper, but to no avail. Yoongi was beginning to think it wouldn’t matter, as he had found something more precious to him than a fucking flower. He’d found love.

Jimin is curled around him, the omegas hot breath ghosting over his chest as Yoongi adjusts himself on the bed. It’s too warm, with Jimins legs entangled in his and his body glued to Yoongi’s side. The alpha smiles down at the younger as he presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and his arms tighten around him, trying to bring him closer than before. It’s nice, comforting to be so close to someone. Yoongi hasn’t felt a connection in a long time, not since his very few relationships in highschool and college, though this was nothing compared to that. This was heaven. Hell.  A beautiful sacrament that Yoongi dares throw in the face of his parents who told him he would never be a good alpha, that he’d never be enough for any omega and wouldn’t be able to provide. Clearly this wasn’t the case because here he was in his bed, in his house, with a gorgeous omega wrapped around him.

There’s a smell in the air as Yoongi slowly wakes fully, and through the exhausted haze he can faintly smell vanilla and roses. But it gets stronger the faster he wakes up, invading his senses and it’s a wonder that he’s so hot. Jimin is burning up, sweat broken out across his brow. The past couple days have been tense, and normally Yoongi’s nose was dependable, but it failed him this time. He’d missed the signs of preheat. Jimin had eaten a lot at dinner, had been snippy with Namjoon. He’d even snapped at Hoseok after a callous joke, and gone to bed early. That would explain why Jimin was acting so strange, why he had been searching so thoroughly through Yoongi’s sweatshirts until he’d just put several on the bed.

Wow, Yoongi was an idiot.

Jimin was in heat.

The overwhelming scent was choking him, saliva pooling in his mouth and his teeth throb with the need to claim. There’s a thrumming in the back of his mind, something soft but also violent. The alpha in him is slamming itself against his skull, and he slowly dislodges himself from Jimin, earning a long drawn out whine from the omega at the sudden loss of contact and body heat. Yoongi turns to look at Yoongi, eyes glazed over as he stares at where Yoongi is standing by the door. He’s trembling as he grips at the door handle, but he can’t focus, doesn’t notice anything but the overwhelming scent of arousal permeating into every corner of his room. It’s wonderful, an overwhelming thing that winds itself into his veins as he turns to stare at Jimin. “J-Jimin.”

“Yoongi. I- oh my god- I’m not d-due for another week. I planned my trip around it.” his voice ends on a moan, shifting to bury his face into Yoongi’s pillow and rut his hips into the bed. Dear god if that image alone isn’t going to break Yoongi’s barely there control. “Fuck, please…”

The way Jimin is talking, being able to still make coherent sentences, it hasn’t taken full control of him yet, but it’s coming, and coming fast. “Jimin. I- I don't know. Let me get you some water and a snack okay?” Yoongi doesn’t want to leave the room, he can hear his friends downstairs, along with Hoseok’s loud laugh. He faintly worries about the unmated alpha, though he knows Hoseok would never do anything intentionally.  Yoongi ducks his head, holding his breath before he turns away from the whining omega in his bed and then he’s gone out the door.

The conversation immediately halts as Yoongi sets his bare feet on the bottom floor, a low whine from the living room reaching his ears. “Hoseok, don’t.” he hears Seokjin’s firm voice as Yoongi finally joins them in the living room and he finds Hoseok pressed against the wall. His pupils are blown, breathing ragged as he stares at Yoongi. There's a moment between the two friends where all they can smell is vanilla and roses and unmated omega, but the growl that immediately pulls itself into the empty space between them has Hoseok shrinking back against the wall even more. The smell is clearly affecting him as well, and he can almost smell the phantom rut on the other man. “Seokjin.”

The alpha turns to him as he grabs Hoseok’s hand and pulls him (read: drags) to the door, followed close behind by Namjoon who throws Yoongi a sympathetic look. Blood boils beneath the surface, striking heat into his veins that rakes its way through his insides and drives him to protect the omega at all cost even with the two alphas leaving. “There’s snacks and water on a tray in the kitchen. I should have told you but I didn’t think it’d be this early. I could smell it. How you didn’t…”

“Shut up, Seokjin. I noticed but I didn’t think anything of it.”

The man rolls his eyes as he grips the front door, shrugging off the threatening tone from Yoongi before he closes the door. With the other shifters gone, the vanilla and rose scent is stronger, filling the entire house and inundating every single room as Yoongi goes about gathering things. He can hear the soft moans and whines coming from upstairs, can almost see in his mind the omega rutting against the sheets, cock leaking precum across his skin. He wants to taste, to touch, but he needs to get Jimin situated first before he’s in the throes of his heat and he can’t eat.

Yoongi pushed open the door, mumbling under his breath about how he was sorry he took so long, and is almost immediately greeted by a heavily aroused Jimin. He’s naked, having stripped off all his clothes to try and cool off. So much for being comfortable. Yoongi’s jaw tenses as the food is knocked from his hands as Jimin pushes forward and pins him against the door, mouthing at his neck and whimpering in his ear. It’s intoxicating, having such a gorgeous omega all for himself. It’s something he’d never pictured, and he briefly considers denying the gorgeous omega what he wants most until after his heat is over and they can talk about if this is what he really wants. But there isn’t a doubt in his mind that Jimin likes- even loves- Yoongi. The looks he gives him, the gentle touches. Their chaste kisses that they steal as they walk down the beach. But this is nothing compared to that, and Yoongi is kissing Jimin back, a soft press of lips that has Jimin whimpering into his mouth and tugging on his hair. “Please, alpha… I want you. I-I want you to mate me.”

Mate me.

Yoongi has never been able to tell Jimin no since the night they met, and he doesn’t think he’s about to start now.

Love is a vanvas

Furnished by nature

And embroidered

By Imagination

Jimin threads his fingers into Yoongi’s raven hair at the nape of his neck as the alpha picks him up, immediately wrapping his legs around his waist and pressing them flush together as he mouths at his neck. Slick is dripping down his thighs, coating the front of Yoongi’s jeans before he’s deposited unceremoniously onto the bed. It’s soft, smells of sandalwood and rosemary, but it’s nothing compared to the real thing as Jimin stares at Yoongi as he pulls his shirt off. He’s strong, broad shoulders, and… abs. Jimin reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the alphas jeans and pulls him forward, tongue sliding out over his lips as he makes quick work of the jeans. Yoongi groans, shifting as his knees hit the bed and pushes his pants down his legs.

Yoongi's not wearing any underwear, and Jimin thinks he might faint from the sight of how big he is. Jimin moans at the sight, dropping onto his elbows to wrap his fingers around the base of Yoongi’s cock and he’s pleasantly surprised when he can't wrap them all the way around. Jimin whines as he looks up at Yoongi and slides his tongue over the tip, feeling Yoongi’s hand fist into his hair as the alpha jerks in his touch, hips jumping forward before he’s pulling away and pulling Jimin's hair. He pulls back until Jimin is kneeling with his neck bent all the way back, pale skin bared for the alphas searching mouth. He feels the wet muscle of the alphas tongue swiping over the juncture of his neck and he arches into the touch with a lewd moan, feeling slick gush from his hole as he tries to draw the man closer. The sound seems to encourage the alpha and a low growl that pushes into the space between them. It’s a needy sound, something that wraps Jimin up and has him clawing at Yoongi’s chest as the man scrapes his sharp teeth over the scent gland. Fuck, he needs him. Bad. He can feel himself falling apart and he hasn’t even been properly touched yet.

“Y-Yoongi.”

The elder smirks against his neck, and it’s almost as if his soft flower boy has been replaced with someone else. The strong scent of alpha is driving itself into his senses as Yoongi easily pushes him back into the bed. The roughness with which he pushes Jimin as him keening, immediately spreading his legs for Yoongi to settle between them. Their erections brush together, and Jimin's breath hitches as heat blossoms in his gut and a hiss leaves the alpha's mouth through clenched teeth. “Sorry, what did you call me?

Oh. Jimin flushes and rocks his hips upward, hot breath escaping into the thin space between them as he looks up at Yoongi through thick lashes. “Alpha.”

Jimin feels Yoongi twitch against his thigh as he shifts under him, and the man presses strong hands into Jimin’s hips, and he lets himself be turned onto all fours, arching his back and presenting his slick soaked ass to Yoongi’s hungry gaze. It burns him, the flicker of arousal that he knows is probably a raging fire beneath the man's calm exterior, and Jimin wants to wreck it. Wants Yoongi to wreck him.He grinds down, moaning at the contact of skin on skin before the man is pulling away from Jimin and he can feel tears pooling in his eyes at the loss of contact.

“Please fuck me, alpha.” the words are a soft cry as the tears finally spill down his cheeks, one hand reaching down to stroke over his cock. Yoongi watches him as his tongue slides over his teeth, and the look on his face is predatory. He nods, sliding his gorgeous hands over Jimin’s thick thighs and he trembles beneath the touch. He’s so gone already and Yoongi hasn’t even touched him. Jimin feels a finger sliding over his rim,  pressing gently past the ring of muscle before it sinks in knuckle deep. Yoongi has long and thick fingers, and they fill him up just the way he needs as he slowly thrusts them in and out of Jimin's waiting hole. He moans at the soft stretch as he adds another finger and grinds his hips down, silently begging for more as his fingers claw at the bedsheets. “Please. W-want your knot.”

This seems to snap something in Yoongi as a loud groan echoes into the space, and a wave of what smells like pure sweetness presses insistently into his nose. Jimin finds himself with his face pressed into the bed, with three fingers deep inside his leaking hole as Yoongi presses against his prostate. It’s a heady feeling, one that is seething into his bones as the man works him through his first orgasm, come spilling across the already soaked sheets as he cries out Yoongi’s name.Hot breath ghosts over the shell of his ear as Yoongi drapes himself over his back and trails heated kisses there, pressing his thick cock against his twitching hole as he pulls his fingers away.

“Going to fuck you. Fill you full of my come, yeah? Gotta be good for your alpha, baby boy. ‘Gonna give you my knot and breed you.”

You’ve touched me

Without even

Touching me

Jimin moans, arching his hips as he shifts up onto his hands instead of pressing his forearms against the bed. Yoongi looks so wrecked as he looks over his shoulder and slides his tongue salaciously over his bared teeth, the sight making another gush of slick drip down his thighs. Yoongi moans, grabbing himself at the base as he rubs the tip of his cock over Jimin’s fluttering hole, pressing past the ring of muscle until Jimin is moaning wantonly and falling into the bed again. Jimin barely feels the sting as the alpha pushes in until his hips are flush against his ass, a loud moan escaping his parted lips as the grip on Jimins hips becomes almost painful. The tip of his cock is pressed against Jimin’s prostate and he keens, arching back as his fingers scramble for purchase against the bed. “Y-Yoongi…”

Yoongi smiles, but this time it’s soft, a gentle thing as he smooths his hands up his back and down his spine. His touch painting across his skin, red rose following the path his swirled pads made on his sensitive flesh. The sweet caress of featherlight fingertips across his skin, dusting along the curve of his back before the heavyweight of Yoongi's hand settled on his lower back. He dipped there, pressing fingers into the sensitive flesh that dimpled almost like that of his cheeks. The tan skin flushed under his ministrations as if painted across by an artists brush and his body was the canvas. He supposed that was what Yoongi was, turning him into a piece of art before his very eyes. The way he touched him with sure strokes until all could see was the blazing violets and orange of the heavens.

The gentle touch and the look fills Jimin with something, a strong need pushing itself past the haze of his heat as he pushes back into Yoongi’s hips as he pulls out before he’s pressing back in again. He opens his mouth to speak, a choked out moan forcing itself from his plush lips as Yoongi snaps his hips forward, making Jimin scramble for purchase as he sets a slow but painfully deep pace. Each roll of his hips has the alphas cock dragging against Jimin's walls, the slap of skin on skin echoing in his mind.

It’s good, perfect even. Jimin has slept with other people before, but this is different. A joining of bodies, a melding of souls as the alpha presses into the most intimate parts of him, and it’s almost as if his fingers are reaching out into his very soul and touching the thing that makes Jimin, Jimin. The man that makes up the alpha, and the man that makes up the omega. Drawn together through time and space to this very moment, a melding of bodies and soul. A gentle rhythm despite the way Jimin's heat is burning up his body and Yoongi is taking it with ease. With… love.

Jimin comes first, arching back into Yoongi’s touch as as he spills thick ropes of come across the sheets again. The alpha growls against his neck, fucking him through it as he scrapes his teeth into his neck. Jimin keens when he begins to feel over sensitive for a moment.  The warmth of Yoongi is gone a moment later, and his hole clenches around nothing until he feels himself be pushed onto his back, avoiding the splatter of come on the bed as Yoongi settles himself over him, nosing along his cheek to make sure he’s okay. The concern on Yoongi’s face is endearing as he leans into the sensitive touch and he smiles. There are words on the tip of his tongue, something that they’ve both felt but neither one have them been brave enough to say.

“How do you turn a forest fire like me so soft-” Yoongi breathes against the shell of his ear as he presses into Jimin again, catching hold of his hips as he arches into the alpha's touch as he sinks fully inside him. “That I turn into running water?”

Jimin can feel his heart swell, can feel the tears welling behind his eyes as he tangles his fingers into Yoongi’s hair and pulls him down, drowning himself in the kiss. He gets lost in it as Yoongi starts to move within him, opening his mouth to the slide of Yoongi’s tongue against the plush flesh. It drowns him, swirling around his knees before the love is dragging him out into the deep sea. He doesn’t struggle against it, but goes willingly, and Yoongi is being so gentle, so patient with him that he starts to cry. Jimin pulls away and buries his face into the curve of Yoongi’s neck as he cants his hips up to every thrust, feels the orgasm building in the pit of his stomach as he feels the base of Yoongi’s cock starting to swell. “Yoongi.”

The alpha rocks into him as he works them higher, grunting in acknowledgement at Jimin’s gentle cry of his name. His body is on fire, burning up from the inside until he’s sliding his nails across the alpha’s back, digging into the skin and lashing red marks across the unblemished ivory. There’s a faint pressure, a delicious stretch as Yoongi presses his knot into him, locking them together as it swells. It’s big, significantly bigger than Yoongi’s cock, and Jimin screams as he comes undone for the second time. “Fuck! Y-Yoongi, mark me. Mark me please, make me yours!”

The alpha’s head whips up so fast he hears the soft crack of his bones, eyes wide and flashing gold as his pupils almost cause his irises to disappear. “Fuck, okay. Yeah, want you to be mine. Always. Fuck- Jimin I love you.”

Jimin doesn’t have a chance to process the sudden confession as Yoongi’s teeth are sinking into the skin over his scent gland and he feels a throb deep inside him followed by the spreading of heat. Yoongi’s orgasm hits him as Jimin tips over the third time, triggered by Yoongi’s release inside him as he fills him up. Their moans linger in the hot air as Yoongi rides through his orgasm, hips slowing to a gentle roll before he stills completely. His breath hitches as Jimin nudges his head to the side and buries his own teeth against Yoongi’s scent gland. Sweet crimson fills his mouth and he whines, swiping his tongue over the sensitive skin before he’s being pulled away and their kissing.

The bond that settles them is more of an explosion, a bright burst of color behind their eyes as tendrils of fate finally curl themselves around their strings of life and bind them together. It’s ethereal, something unlike either of them have ever felt before. It’s overwhelming for Yoongi as Jimin feels the hot splash of tears against his shoulder. His fingers come up to stroke across his mates neck, whispering soothing words against his sweat slicked temple as they’re locked together and Yoongi settles his weight onto him. Jimin cries as well, tightening his grip around Yoongi with a soft whimper as he holds him tight.

“I love you, too.”

He placed his hands

On my mind

Before reaching

For my waist

My Hips

Or my lips

He didn’t call me

Beautiful first

He called me

Exquisite

Yoongi holds tightly to Jimins hand, the bond almost palpable between them as they emerge from the trees and onto the dirt road. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, allowing them a moment to themselves before the world starts to buzz with life. It’s quiet, comforting. A soft warmth that wraps around them like a toasty blanket. He turns to look at Jimin, face breaking out into a broad smile to find the younger already looking at him. He’s so filled with love that he fears he might burst, the way his mate holds tight to his hand as if he’s afraid to ever let go.

And they are afraid.

It’s Jimin's last day of his vacation. He has to catch a plane in the afternoon, to return home to his friends. To be so very far away from Yoongi that he fears that he might die. There’s something inside that is eating at him, and even though he and Jimin text each other almost constantly, he can’t help feel that it will be different with his mate so far away. He can feel the sharp bite of claws and teeth gnawing at his heart, and Yoongi abandons Jimin's hand in favor of wrapping his arm around the youngers shoulders. Jimin seems to sense his melancholy, because he wraps his arms tight around his waist, nuzzling his face into the elders shoulder.  But it’s not close enough, he wants everything.  Yoongi adjusts the bag on his shoulder and bends, picking Jimin up and smiling as he easily wraps his legs around his waist. It’s easy, the younger weighing almost nothing to the alpha as he walks up the driveway to the cabin,

The room is filled with light, a stark contrast to the darkness that hovers just on the edges of their bond. It’s not all consuming, but it leaks in a little as Yoongi sets Jimin on the bed. His heat is over, but Yoongi can still smell the intoxicating aroma of the other on his skin, in the room. It’s bittersweet. Jimins things are already packed, and they only have a little bit of time until Yoongi has to drive Jimin to the airport. Tears well behind his eyes as he moves closer, kneeling in front of Jimin at the edge of the bed, burying his face into the biologists shirt and wrapping his arms tightly around him. Jimin’s breath hitches, fingers carding through Yoongi’s black locks as he pulls the alpha away from him. They stare at each other for a moment, something unsaid passing between them before Yoongi is pressing his lips to Jimin, pressing him back into the bed. It’s hungry, demanding, and he’s forcing every ounce of love he feels for the man into the gentle press of lips.

Jimin is moaning into his mouth, his nails clawing along Yoonig’s scalp in a pleasant sting. It elicits a soft rumble in his chest, and desire swirls in the bottom of his gut. He’s hard, almost painfully so in almost an instant, and the noises he draws from Jimin’s lips are lighting something up in him. It was easy to fall so easily into this erotic dance they seemed so content to drown themselves in, endorphins flooding their systems as Yoongi stood and pushed his mate until he lay flat on his back. Jimin sprawled out wantonly beneath him, hips undulating against the yellow sheets. He looked every bit a god of sex, an adonis sculpted from stone. Yoongi’s mouth watered at the sight as Jimin pushed his pants down, whining softly as he kicked them off and away. “Yoongi. Please… One more time before I go.”

The sound that left him wasn’t a growl like he expected, but a long drawn out whine as he quickly relinquished Jimin of his shirt and pressed himself to the omega. He needed to be close, to press himself into every part of him. To imprint himself onto Jimin's body. “Fuck, who am I to deny you? When you ask your alpha so prettily like that…” Jimin’s smile reached his eyes, and Yoongi almost choked on his saliva at how gorgeous the omega was. The air heated, but it felt cool to Yoongi as he pulled away for the briefest of moments to strip himself of his clothes, lean muscles flexing beneath pale skin until he stood unabashadley naked, much like the night they first met. Since Jimin’s heat had ended they hadn’t been completely naked since that first time in Yoongi’s room. He’d shove his pants down halfway and bend Jimin over any surface when the omega would whine his name, arching his back and baring his neck so prettily that he couldn't help but take him over and over again. Much to his roommates dismay when they walked in on them locked together on the kitchen table.

The smell of roses and vanilla floods the small cabin, it has Yoongi rearing back and away with pupils blown wide as he stares down at Jimin and bares his teeth. The omega is flushing a bright red, pressing his thighs together in slight embarrassment. Yoongi clicks his tongue, curving his hands over Jimin's thighs and pressing his legs apart, and moans at the site before him. “Fuck, Jiminie.”

Jimin is soaked, slick coating the inside of his thighs and pooling onto the bed. He’s needy, squirming on the bed and making grabby hands at Yoongi, but he pulls away to grab his phone from his jeans. Jimin flushes a dark red, and Yoongi watches the red rose paint across his chest and up his neck to splatter across his cheeks as he raises his phone and snaps a picture. The omega whines, making to close his legs but stops when Yoongi ushers a low warning growl. “Don’t. Please… you’re so beautiful, Jiminie. My beautiful omega.” his voice is low and rough as he snaps a few more pictures, sliding a finger over Jimin’s fluttering hole and snapping a picture as he pushes his hips down to try and entice him further.

Yoongi chuckles as he pats the youngers thighs and climbs back onto the bed, motioning for him to roll over. Jimin obeys quickly, and Yoongi really does choke this time as a gush of slick slides from his hole and drips down his perineum and onto the sheets. He groans loudly, and Jimin jumps when his large hand comes down in a sharp slap across his backside.  He cries out at the sudden impact, jolting forward as his fingers scramble for purchase on the sheets and he whips his head around to look at Yoongi. The alpha smirks, sliding his tongue across his teeth as he rubs at the reddened skin before dipping his thumb between the youngers cheeks and hooking the digit into his soaking hole. “Do you want to be good for me, omega? Fuck, so wet already.”

“A-alpha please… I need it. Fucking- oh god- breed me. I know I’m leaving soon but I don’t care. Fucking breed me.”

Yoongi’s sliding a thick finger into Jimin’s hole, but he freezes at the omega’s desperate imploring. Mate. Fuck. Breed. It’s not a growl that leaves Yoongi’s mouth, but something much darker as he shifts to crowd over Jimin, his hand reaching out to grasp around the back of his neck and pin his face into the bed. The alpha inside him is pacing, scratching at the edges of his human carcass and begging to claim Jimin in the most intimate of ways. “Jimin.” he manages out through clenched teeth as he pulls his fingers out with an obscene squelching sound before he’s pressing the tip of his cock into Jimin’s waiting hole, burying himself in one smooth roll of his hips.

Jimin is tight without Yoongi having done the proper prep, but the omega keens at the stretch, pushing back to try and pull Yoongi deeper into the heat of his body. Yoongi digs his fingers in, scraping his teeth across his shoulder as he waits for Jimin to adjust, a low groan fanning across his back as Jimin tightens around him, He curses as his hips jerk, startling slightly as the omega jerks forward with a sharp cry, one hand reaching back to wrap around the wrist of the hand on his waist. “Fuck! Y-Yoongi, right there, please… Make me come. I want to be a good boy, please.”

Who is Yoongi to deny such a pretty request? Yoongi adjusts the grip on the youngers hips, planting his knees firmly between Jimins legs before he’s pounding into him at a brutal pace. He angles his hips, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves that has Jimin crying into the pillow with every inward thrust and pushing his hips back to take him deeper. It’s good, Jimin tight around him like a vice and practically dragging his orgasm up his cock before he can feel his knot swelling at the base. “F-fuck, Jiminie. Gonna breed you. Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

The words seem to be what cuts Jimin’s thin line that’s holding him down, because he’s coming apart in Yoongi’s arms and coming in thick ropes across the sheets. Yoongi’s name is a scream on his lips as the alpha forces his knot into the pliant omega, fucking into him until he can no longer move. It’s perfect, the throb as he fills Jimin, so full that some manages to drip down between them. It’s perfect, a heady desire that invades their senses before they collapse onto the bed, Yoongi taking care as he turns Jimin over onto his back so they can snuggle. It hurts slightly, but Jimin makes no sign of pain but snuggles closer, whining as Yoongi takes the time to thoroughly mark the omega. He spreads red and purple blotches across every inch of pale skin he can reach. At one point he digs his sharp canines into the omega’s shoulder, biting into the soft skin until blood spills into his mouth and he growls.

They fall asleep like that in each others arms, basking in the afterglow of their sex. When they finally awake and Jimin has to get dressed, Yoongi practically fainting at the sight of Jimin pressing a plug into his ass to keep his come from escaping as he emerges from the bathroom with a damp towel. So much for cleaning.

I wish I could turn back the clock.

I’d find you sooner

And love you longer.

It hurts. There’s a burning in Jimin’s chest as he clings to Yoongi as they drive down the freeway. Seokjin and Namjoon are chatting in the back, talking about how they’ll have to visit Jimin when Seokjin visits Mayo Clinic Hospital for his next consult. They’re trying to be lighthearted, to allow the atmosphere to not get tense and dark the lower the miles get. Jimin startles slightly as Hoseok laughs too loudly at Seokjin's joke, and the small space of the front seat is filled with a low whine as Yoongi moves a hand to his thigh. He squeezes across the center console and sits half on Yoongi’s lap as he adjusts the steering wheel higher up. The alpha accommodates Jimin’s weight easily, adjusting his seat lower so that he can snuggle into his chest. They keep touching, nuzzling into each other. There were complaints from the back of the overwhelming mingling scents and their cries as they struggle to open the windows- which Yoongi has sneakily locked with a loud cackle saying they’ll have to suffer.

Jimin clings to Yoongi’s hand as the alpha gathers his suitcase and duffle bag, hoisting the items over his shoulder like they’re nothing. He can almost feel the pain radiating off the others, their sadness as Seokjin and Namjoon crowd around them, shoving a growling Yoongi away to envelope the small omega in a giant hug. He’s squished between the two men, squealing with laughter as they wrap their arms around each other and squeeze Jimin in between them. He briefly catches sight of Yoongi smiling brightly, all teeth and gums at his friends. He can feel the bond, feel the love that links them like an electric current. When he’s finally released from the man sandwich, Jimin laughs, turning to return to Yoongi only to be blocked off by a grinning Hoseok. “Yah, Jiminie, you’re not thinking of leaving without saying goodbye to your favorite hyung, are you?”

Jimin laughs and leaps up, wrapping an arm around the tall alphas neck and pulling him down to ruffle his hair. The loud complaints earn laughs from the others and Jimin smiles and gives the alpha a hug when he lets go. “Thank you, Hoseok. For everything. All of you…” he says quietly as he finally steps away. A warm body presses into his back, Yoongi hooking his chin onto his shoulder as he pulls him close. A wave of sandalwood and rosemary swamps over him and he flushes, nuzzling closer into the warmth.

“You’re welcome, Jimin-ah. You are always welcome here. You have to come back soon anyway. Yoongi will drive us nuts without you.” Seokjin says teasingly as he reaches for Namjoon's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yah! I will not! Brat.”

Jimin nudges Yoongi with a smirk, shaking his head slightly at the alpha. “You will, too. Don’t even try to deny it, Yoongles.”

The alpha goes quiet, and Jimin is immediately shutting his mouth as the nickname slips from his lips, and Jimin can feel the blush paints across his face at his mistake as their friends erupt into laughter again.  It’s nice, seeing everyone lighthearted and joking even with the hardship that’s to come.

“N-no. Seriously, thank you for everything. I owe a lot to you guys. You welcomed me into your home. Into your heart-” Jimin pauses and presses his hands over Yoongi’s, squeezing the large hands appreciatively. “And you gave me a reason to come back… This was going to be my last year. I was going to start travelling other places. Now… I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Jimin watches the group of men stare at him silently for a moment before Namjoon is crying, and they all crowd forward and wrap the two in a giant hug of alpha scent and tears. There’s an echo over the loudspeaker that draws them apart, and Yoongi whines, the sound low in his throat as the others step away to allow them space. With final goodbyes said all around, and a teary hug from a surprisingly distraught Hoseok, Jimin walks hand in hand with Yoongi into the airport.

The walk is too short, Yoongi clinging to Jimin’s hand as they make their way through airport security. Yoongi knows someone who works at the airport, someone Jimin briefly saw on his flight in, named Jackson, who allows Yoongi to go through with Jimin to walk him to his gate. It’s tense, the way Yoongi crowds to Jimin’s side, nuzzling his hair and refusing to even step away for a moment. There’s low growls that slip from the alpha whenever he catches someone’s gaze lingering too long on him, but it’s endearing. Yoongi’s protective, and Jimin can’t blame him. The bond is new, but with his work and all of his belongings on the other side of the country, Jimin must return. He can still feel the plug from earlier in the morning, a gentle press against his walls that if he moves a certain way brushes his prostate.

Yoongi must sense his slight discomfort from it, because the alpha is pressing closer, digging his fingers into Jimin’s hip as he brushes his lips across the shell of his ear. “Take it out when you’re back home. At least you can carry some part of me with you…” Jimin flushes at the words, gently elbowing his mate at the crudeness of it. But he’s not wrong, it’s something instead of their bond, despite the way his suitcase is loaded up with half of Yoongi’s wardrobe and the way he’s currently swimming in the elders black leather jacket.

“I will… Y-Yoongi…” Jimin see’s his gate at the end of the hallway, and suddenly reality is rushing very quickly up to him and that he actually has to leave. He clings onto his mate, fisting his hands in the black t-shirt as he presses his face into the alpha’s neck. Yoongi’s shaking in his hold, hands wrapping almost painfully around him. It’s comforting, even if it hurts, that even Yoongi is terrified to let him go. They scent each other, blocking out the scolding from others and the looks of disgust they receive as people pass them by. They slowly make their way until they’re standing at Jimin’s gate, and Jimin pulls away, though his entire body trembles with the effort. He can see the way Yoongi’s barely holding himself together, tears spilling from his dark eyes every so often. Those eyes, ones that Jimin has grown to love so much, that look at him like he’s the most important thing in the world. The large veiny hands that touch him as if he might break. Those lips, that Jimin leaps forward and presses a feverish kiss to and sobs when Yoongi clutches onto him, so soft that it’s almost like kissing silk.  He needs it, to be so close, to get so lost in Yoongi that he can’t find his way to surface. To drown in the very essence of him. Jimin pulls away after a moment, pressing his forehead to Yoongi’s as his hands clasp desperately at his cheeks.

“FINAL CALL FOR FLIGHT 457, OUTBOUND TO SEATTLE, WA”

Come live

In my

Heart

And pay no rent.

Yoongi’s stuttering over his words, whispering desperate ‘I love you’s’’Please call me as soon as you land’’I’m yours always, please come back to me.’ as he clasps at Jimin’s hips, breathing the omega in as his mate clings onto him. The words are rushed, and when it finally hits his ears, his fingertips are digging into his hips and trying to press him even closer, a loud whimper leaving him.

“I struggled so deeply to understand how someone could pour their entire soul, blood, and energy into someone… without asking anything in return. But you are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting.”

Yooni stares as Jimin quotes several poems from the book Milk and Honey that he’d read to him several nights earlier in the middle of the lavender hill. It burned into his soul, imprinting the words into his mind as Jimin pulls away, and the heavy weight of his suitcase and duffel bag along with it. Yoongi can feel the tears flowing now as he rushes forward as Jimin checks in and follows the line, pushing past the roped off point to grab at his mates hand and press a desperate kiss to his plump lips. Security is yelling, but Yoongi lets out an almost animalistic growl that startles himself and his mate, buying him several seconds to whisper what he needs to.

“You may not have been my first love, but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant.”

Yoongi yells as he feels hands on him, trying to pull away as Jimin is escorted down the gate, yelling at him to don’t fight, to be safe and how much he loves him before all he can hear is his mates faint cries as he boards the plane. It tears into him, like a knife slicing across sensitive flesh as he finally lets himself be pulled away, being scolded harshly for making a scene by security, thought he women at the gate and people around them are ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at their declaration of love.

With Jimin gone, he slumps against the strong hold on him, burying his face in his hands as he lets the anguish take him. It’s hard, harder than he thought to let his beloved go. It burns like a raging wildfire- no, a billion suns- against his skin, in his heart, in his mind. His soul. There’s a faint buzzing from his pocket, and he reaches bleary eyed for his phone. It’s a text from Jimin, with an image attached.

Jiminie- Saturday 4:45pm

Don’t be sad, hyung.

We’ll be together soon.

Look out the window.

I love you.

[image attached]

Yoongi’s head whips up, and he can faintly see Jimin pressed up against the window of the plane, waving excitedly with a teary smile on his face, making hearts with his fingers. Yoongi laughs as he shrugs off the security, rushing to the window to press his hands against the glass. He waves like mad, like he could rewind time if only he waved hard enough. The plane is backing away from the gate, and Jimin looks desperate, trying to convey his love through the vast space between them before the plane is headed towards the runway.

And then Jimin is gone, plane flown off into the sunset.

Mood: Somewhere In Between- August Wilhelmsson

As Yoongi leaves home that night, after being comforted by his friends until they’d all passed out on the couch in front of the fire and a brief call from Jimin until he fell asleep as well, Yoongi finds himself standing in the middle of his driveway, staring up at the cloudless sky as the stars sparkle above him. Out here there’s no light pollution, only the pure universe in its natural form that peers down at him. The moon is high in the sky, a waxing crescent that reminds Yoongi of Jimin’s eye smiles. There are stars as far as the eye can see, sparkling and flashing at him, titans of the universe that no one can touch as they shine too bright in the vast infinite miles of the universe.

It’s not long until Yoongi has shifted and is padding his way through the deep forest, following the rose and vanilla scent trail that’s left behind by Jimin. The flattened wildflowers by the tire tracks of his jeep, the deep press of small paws trailing along the edges. The kicked up dirt where he’d tackled Jimin to the ground and mouthed at him, wrestling until he rolled over onto his stomach and submitted himself to the alpha. The flower crowns that still lay across the top of an old stumped, withered and faded against the old wood, from when Jimin had insisted on making Yoongi look like a flower prince since he was ‘King of the Flowers.’

There’s another spot, a giant indented square in the grass that has Yoongi rushing over to it, pressing his black nose against the crushed earth and then rolling down against the grass. He whines audibly, rubbing his body on the spot where Jimin had laid out a blanket to surprise him with a picnic. It still smells faintly of sandwiches and overcooked meat, and the faint scent of fruit. There’s still the tantalizing scent that’s all Jimin from when Yoongi’s hand feeding had turned to something more. Jimin’s lips wrapping around Yoongi’s fingers as he fed him a piece of meat, his small hands holding his fingers to his mouth as he kept eye contact and slid his tongue slowly up his index finger before suckling it into his mouth. Yoongi shuddered as he leapt up from the spot, tongue swiping out and along his muzzle, shaking out the foliage from his fur as he moved away.

If you had told Yoongi when he first became a botanist, that in the coming five years at the age of 28, he would be mated, be doing what he loved and living with his three best friends, he would have laughed at you. But there comes a time in a shifters life, much like the one Yoongi was having right now, that everything piles up to one moment. Something that brings you so close to God that you believe heaven really, really, truly exists because your life is so peaceful and wonderful that you have to have died. It makes you think, doesn’t it? What is your one true moment in life.

Yoongi sits at the edge of the field for a few moments. He can see flashes of memory behind his eyes, the way Jimin laughs at his mistakes while Jimin is trying to write down notes on a bird he’s never seen before and Yoongi is trying to pronounce the scientific name. At the beginning of Jimin's second week when they had taken a trip down to the lighthouse.

“Yah! Jiminie, please be careful!” Yoongi yelled as Jimin played across the rocks, standing perilously on one leg and tipping over before catching his balance and tipping the other way. It was nerve-wracking watching him, the younger man teasing that Yoongi was getting to old and to not worry so much.

“Yah, I’ll show you old, brat! You wanna be grounded?”

Jimin giggled at him and leapt from a rock and into Yoongi’s arms, pushing him back and causing him to stumble and fall into the soft grass. They rolled down the hill, yelping and holding onto one another as they went before they stopped at the bottom. A silent moment passed between them before they were kissing, Yoongi’s strong hands pressed into Jimin’s soft hips, pulling the younger closer as he shifted on top of Yoongi.

It was the closest they’d come to having sex, though it was a bit exhibitionary. It sent a thrill through both of them, and both had ended up going home to masturbate to the image of the other grinding against their thighs.

There was a flicker of light in Yoongi’s vision, catching his attention as he turned his gaze towards it, brows furrowing slightly as his muzzle wrinkled. He moved slowly, lowering himself to the ground as he pushed his ears back, before his eyes finally settled on the silver object. It was a small dainty thing, a silver chain with a marble wolf carving dangling from it. It was Jimin’s, one of the many gifts Yoongi had gotten him at the farmers market after the incident with the pre-rut asshole. He sniffed at it, nosing along the chain until he was able to slip it over his muzzle. It was an adjustable chain that extended as he pawed it over his neck until it settled against his own. The white marble and black obsidian wolves dangled together, twinkling gently and making soft bell sounds in Yoongi’s attentive ears. It felt like home, though he was sad Jimin didn’t have his necklace with him. But it smelled like Jimin. A lot of his things smelled like Jimin. It wasn’t hard to find the omega’s scent somewhere in his home. On his clothes. On his sheets. He had yet to wash the ones they had fucked on, had them in a laundry bag somewhere in his closet.

There was a note in the air, a startle of crows in the trees. His footsteps were silent, with the occasional snap of a twig as it gave way beneath his weight. Crows startled, revealing themselves from their haven in the trees, taking to the stormy grey sky. Sunflowers. Bright, brilliant, yellow sunflowers flashed in Yoongi’s mind. Teeth, sliding into soft flesh. The vibrant scent of roses and vanilla. He gazed down at his paws, at the tinted fur that covered them like he’d walked through ash from the light of the moon. Ahead lay a wood and stone cottage, hidden amongst the trees, the white windows thrown open to allow the air to slow through the dank hallways, the musty rooms. Old power lines creaked and groaned as the wind swirled around them, they were covered in moss and holes from the woodpeckers looking for food. It was a small hideaway, a sweet solace away from the dark of the forest. It had long since been abandoned, but there was a grand piano that stood in the middle of it, protected in the middle of that small house from the elements as the walls stood the test of time. It was dusty and worn, the wood warped but it played. Yoongi could see it in his minds eye, the memory of Jimin begging him to play.

“No, Jiminie. I’ll play at the one at home.”

Jimin pouts, running his hands over his chest as he backs Yoongi up against the wooden chair, and he grunts as he falls back into it. Jimin smiles victoriously and turns him to the piano. Yoongi hasn’t played in a long time, but he thinks he can play for Jimin.

“I’ll play for a kiss, Jiminie. Deal?”

Jimin giggles before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips, dancing away before Yoongi can snatch him around the waist and distract him. “Deal, baby.”

“Brat.”

He’d played a song like Jimin had asked, and oh what an experience it was. He didn’t know this about him, but Jimin danced. He danced so beautifully around the room, bending and leaping, slowly moving about the room with the gracefulness of a swan, all smooth movements and sensual presence. It was so much the opposite of Yoongi, with his awkward robot dance moves and his stuttering rhythm. But Yoongi played, and continued to play- even if the piano was off key- to see Jimin dance. He played until the omega collapsed against him in a fit of laughter, begging him to stop playing so he could take a break. Only when Jimin had consumed his attention with his lips did Yoongi relent his hands from the piano and found something better to occupy them with.

Yoongi walks past it slowly, hopping onto his hind legs to press his massive paws against the glass. He looks in through the window, hot breath fogging up the window as he looks inside at the dusty old house, whining softly as memories are pressing through his mind. He wants Jimin. Wants his mate. He doesn’t want him to be so far away from him, but knows that he will return soon enough. In a years time, they will be together again.  The thought of love and his mate attracts his attention again, wet nose sniffing into the air before he’s back on the scent of their last run, following the slowly fading aroma of Jimin mixed with his own. Their path intersects with prey animals, a dark musky scent that smells of copper and something delicious that lingers on the back of the tongue. But he ignores it, though he does startle several rabbits from their hiding spots in the brush, startling Yoongi and causing him to jump back.

It draws him back to the spot he loves the most. Those fields of dark purple and blue, waving to him in the darkness of the night as he cautiously steps into the sea of flowers. There’s something different tonight, the way the moon appears to be shining at the very edge of the hill, where he and Jimin shared his first kiss. But he follows his nose, instinct telling him to follow Jimin’s scent through the field. It’s gorgeous, lingering in his senses but still remains strong even though he’s been gone for hours. It leads him to the same spot the moon shines brightest, and his heart picks up in his chest as he moves faster, wet black nose pressed to the ground.

He’s shifted back, standing naked at the base of the hill, pale skin glowing in the moonlight as he kneels down, staring in awe at a small glowing flower, a bushel of them having sprouted right where Yoongi had kissed Jimin that first night, where they had talked and loved and made love. It was something that Yoongi’s grandpa had only seen once, only after he’d found love and loved in return. Something that sang inside him, that took him on a journey he never thought he’d find. A journey of love but not loss, one that fills him with warmth and infatuation and something that Yoongi can’t quite place. But he doesn’t need words. Because he knows what he’s found. This is Yoongi’s moment, the one combined with the discovery of love and years of searching as it glows bright silvery white up at him.

The wolfsbane lady slipper.