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      Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
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      Branding, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, whack_power_dynamics, Bullying,
      Sexual_Assault, Piercings, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Porn_With_Plot, Park
      Jimin_is_a_smol_bean, TaeKook_and_Yoongi_are_not_the_reason_for_the
      trigger_warnings, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Bottom_Park_Jimin, Alpha_Min
      Yoongi_|_Suga
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      Published: 2017-08-19 Words: 25585
****** Ava ******
by abcdefghiluvyou
Summary
     More than anything, Jimin wanted to be loved.
     He wanted to be adorned with flowers and jewels like everyone else.
     He wanted his mates, he wanted to belong.
     But the moon didn't listen to the wishes of the cursed, and soleborns
     like him only wore bruises, and nothing else.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Then
 
The first brand was a single vertical line. Jimin was barely an hour old when
hot iron was pressed to the middle of his right cheek to mark him as soleborn.
His cries were more like sobs, quiet and miserable, drowned by the rain falling
outside the birthing den. He was still nameless and bloody from birth, lips
turning blue as the lifeless arms of his mother lost their warmth around his
body. The painful heat of his burned flesh was the only thing keeping him from
dying as well, but the cold seeping in from the mouth of the den was draining
what little life was left in him.
Outside, like a wall between the newborn's weak sobs and the loud howls of the
storm, the elders, all three of them, stood and waited for his only relative.
No one else was allowed in, and no one else would decide if he was allowed to
live or if he was to be given to the storm.
Rain fell heavier, then the wind picked up as if trying to break through the
elders and into the den. Inside, the newborn's sobs quieted down, ears
twitching as he listened to the howling winds. There was something in the voice
of the storm, a sound that called for him in the same way his mother's body had
bound him to her life for all the months she had carried him inside. Lightning
flashed, and at the following crack of thunder, the voice in the storm grew to
a roar that echoed off the walls of the den and filled the air with static.
The baby's eyes fluttered open when he felt the storm reaching for him, but his
pupils were too new to see and hurt too much to keep them open. He tilted his
head instead, ears twitching when the rain changed its sound, hitting harder
against the ground as more and more thunder and lightning wrecked through the
sky.
Then a different sound broke through the silence of the den. Hurried footsteps
and loud breathing. For a moment the cold air and scent of rain was almost
dispelled as the musk of sweat and heat spread through the den. The newborn
turned in distress, searching for the life he could feel strong and pulsing in
the cold around him. For a moment the den was quiet again, the sound of the
storm almost claiming back the space, but then sudden warmth was there from all
sides, and that calming and comforting scent wrapped around the baby, warm and
safe like a blanket.
The newborn sobbed, instincts urging him to find the source of safety, but he
was too weak to move, almost claimed by the storm already. But before he could
cry in earnest, hands pulled him up and he was pressed against a warm chest. It
was heaving heavily, skin wet from the rain and hot from having run through the
storm– but the newborn was oblivious to all of this, just letting his little
body weight press him as close to the warmth as possible.
Already his blue lips were turning pink, and inside the thick cloth that was
wrapped around his body his tiny toes were curling in bliss. He whined, nose
sniffling as he settled in the sudden safety of another living human's
presence.
"So trusting," was muttered softly as the baby curled deeper into the blanket,
half asleep already. The long, exhausting way from inside his mother to a world
that didn't want him finally caught up to him, and now that he didn't have to
fight to survive anymore, his instincts finally allowed him to sleep.
Outside, the elders had turned to look into the den, their faces blank as they
watched the newborn falling asleep in the arms of his half-brother who had
rushed past them to get to the baby. It was a young Alpha, someone who should
know better than to spare a soleborn, yet the fact that he did wasn't
surprising to any of them. He was an orphan as well.
"Min Yoongi," one of the elders spoke, the one representing the Alphas.
Inside the den, the young Alpha holding the newborn tilted his head to show
that he was listening, but he didn't take his eyes away from the baby. Most of
his attention was on his newborn brother, his whole body focusing on warming up
the half frozen, tiny body. This, too, didn't surprise any of the elders. The
way the young Alpha had howled from far away as he had run with all his
strength to get to the baby had made it clear to them how he'd decide, that he
wouldn't let the soleborn die.
"Min Yoongi," the Alpha elder called again, tilting his head as well, as he
looked at the brothers inside the den. "Do you really want to let it live? It
would be better to let the storm have it. You don't have to do this to
yourself."
The Alpha inside the den, Yoongi, growled at that, his eyes finally glancing
away from the sleeping baby in his arms to stare at the elders. The anger in
his eyes had a different elder stepping forward, her brittle hands lifting up
in an apologetic way, before she stepped out of the rain and into the den. She
was thoughtful enough to stay just there, not coming closer, but she made sure
her Omega scent penetrated the air until the young Alpha calmed down.
"Yoongi," she, too, called to him, her voice gentle enough to have the Alpha
look at her without resentment in his eyes. "You are young and in your best
years to mate. Letting the soleborn live, is that really what you want?" Her
eyes turned to the baby in the Alpha's arms. Even though she knew what
soleborns meant for her pack, she couldn't bring herself to hate the child. The
baby looked just as small and soft as any pup, even though he had killed the
rest of his litter and ripped his way out of his mother. Even though he would
bind his only living relative to the curse he was carrying inside of himself.
"If you let him live he will be your burden. You won't mate, Yoongi. You won't
excel either. You'll cease to be anything but the soleborn's caretaker," she
paused to let her words sink in, but the Alpha didn't loosen his hold on the
baby, nor did the determination in his stormy eyes waver. Absentmindedly, the
Omega elder thought that a child with eyes of such deep anger must have been
touched by a storm, too.
"He's not a burden."
The Omega elder closed her eyes at that, because she knew that there was
nothing left she could say to change the young Alpha's decision. The soleborn
would live.
For a moment it was silent, then the baby started to whimper only to quiet down
when his brother hummed for him.
"He looks like his mother."
The Omega elder blinked at that and glanced at the dead body of the woman that
had given birth to the soleborn. She had been so young. But her life had been
the price she had payed for keeping the soleborn alive, for carrying it through
three seasons until it had taken all the energy running through her blood. That
was the nature of soleborns, who killed and consumed before they were even
born.
The Omega elder shivered in the cold of the den as she watched the sleeping
baby that looked so innocent and harmless in his brother's arms. Even now, with
his mother dead and all her blood pooling around her ripped body, he would take
everything that was left of her, every memory of her that no one would care to
remember, even her name that was left behind as she had moved on.
"Her name was Jimin," she told the young Alpha with a voice that sounded older
all of a sudden and which carried the exhaustion of countless years. It felt
fitting, though. She felt ancient. When she lifted her gaze from the dead woman
on the ground to look at the brothers, she saw that the young Alpha was smiling
down at the sleeping newborn.
"Jimin," he murmured, eyes full of nothing but adoration.
At the sweet softness of his voice, the Omega elder felt a touch of cold rush
down her spine. Never in her life had she seen an Alpha this enamored with a
pup that wasn't his own. The way the soleborn had his brother this emotionally
bound to himself already was making her uneasy and a full shiver went down her
back as she watched the Alpha cradle the baby in his arms.
"Jiminnie," he cooed again as he bent down to rub his nose against the baby's
cheeks. With his scent on the child, he laid a claim on his life. No one could
touch the newborn anymore, for it belonged to the pack now.
Outside, the raging storm quieted down as if appeased, the rain and the wind
accepting that the soleborn wouldn't be theirs tonight.
 
-
 
Now
 
At dawn the bond pulled Jimin from his sleep.
It was a glow that built in his chest first before it slipped into his veins
and flowed through his body. Warmth spread outwards, gently and to the tact of
his heartbeat. By the time it reached the tips of his fingers Jimin lay wide
awake on his brother's furs and listened to the crooning voices of his mates
echoing in his head.
That was all Jimin knew of them. Two soft voices, one quiet, one low, and the
gentlest choice of words when they were whispering to him. He let his mates'
voices lull him back to sleep, love and longing in every sound that wrapped
around his body like the softest blanket. The soft coos were hauntingly
beautiful, following Jimin into his dreams.
It was then that Jimin felt something grow restless within himself. The pulse
of the bond had his curse rising to the surface, a part of him that whined and
howled yearningly.
Through the silence of the breaking dawn Jimin heard his mates whisper 'soon'
at him, and then, when he was closing his eyes again, an even softer whisper of
'home, soon.'
In his dreams Jimin wondered about his mates' words and the home they were
whispering about. Maybe, he thought as he lay down in beds of spring flowers
and autumn leaves, 'home' meant their mate to them. Maybe home was Jimin. To
him, home had always been the pack he was serving– a pack his mates didn't
belong to.
Summer rain fell, and in his dream Jimin reached out and gestured for it to
cover him, the feeling warm and dry. His curse took over then, keeping watch as
he drifted away, assuring both Jimin and his mates that it would stay awake and
protect Jimin, always.
'Soon,' his mates promised. 'We will find you both, soon.'
 
-
 
When Jimin woke up, it was abruptly, with a confused scream and to rough
thrusts into his body.
Disoriented, he squirmed in panic, but nails dug into his skin to keep him
immobile. When a warning snarl went off so close to his ear that he couldn't
suppress a scared whimper, Jimin tensed up in fright. He wasn't fully awake,
but his instincts only needed a second to understand that he was being bred.
His basic survival instinct kicked in, his body turning pliant immediately,
muscles relaxing as he submitted to what he acknowledged as a dominant behind
him.
He was outside, in the forest behind his brother's hut. Someone must have
picked him up from where he had fallen asleep on Yoongi's furs to bring him
here, just behind the tree line framing the pack's living quarters. Jimin
groaned quietly when he lifted his head to blink in confusion, but he couldn't
see who was holding him down.
The body above him was heavy, the weight pressing him down as he was fucked
open relentlessly. It had to be one of the younger unmated Betas, though, maybe
one of his bullies. Someone needy enough to grab him without fear to be seen
and judged, since no one else would dare to fuck him this close to the rest of
the pack.
Hot and damp puffs of air hit his sensitive neck while a deep voice grunted out
obscenities. It was so uncomfortable, but Jimin wasn't complaining. This wasn't
the worst he had woken up to since his brother had been ordered on a mission
outside the pack's territory.
Still, Jimin's stomach turned with the force of the cock hammering into him.
The length pressed against his tender insides before it drew back to spear
forward with even more force. Even in his half-coherent state Jimin knew that
it was trying to reach for a womb, no matter if it was there or not. It wasn't–
something everyone in the pack knew. Even though this was his seventeenth
summer, Jimin had not presented yet. The fact that his body wasn't fully
developed never bothered the young Betas enough to stop fucking him, though.
He tried to squirm into a less uncomfortable position, but as soon as he so
much as twitched, teeth sunk down on his neck, forcing him still while rough
hands grabbed his hips to pull his ass up in the air. With his head forced flat
against the ground, Jimin whimpered pitifully, the small rocks in the soft soil
hurting his cheeks, but he had to hold still and take it– it was the only way
to avoid punishment after the fucking.
The slide inside was so painful, though, and Jimin shook as he sobbed into the
dirt. The Beta behind him just fucked him deeper, paying his tears no mind as
he sunk his nails into Jimin's tender flesh.
If only he'd cum already, Jimin thought as he choked on another sob. The brutal
fucking had his eyes rolling backwards and, in a desperate attempt to stay
conscious, he dug his fingers into the soft soil to grab at clumps of dirt.
But even though it hurt, even though Jimin recoiled from the body fucking him
into submission, the thought of cum filling him up was what finally brought
some relief. He groaned and closed his eyes when his curse took over.
His hole started to wet first, slick easing the slide of whichever Beta's cock
it was that had gotten to him first this morning. Then saliva thickened in his
mouth, and as the rough fucking turned into a more pleasurable slide of hard
flesh against his soft spots, he moaned and drooled helplessly in arousal.
He couldn't help it. After two years of being fucked at any time of the day,
Jimin's body was conditioned to seek pleasure, desperately even– no matter how
rough he was taken. It was his way of dealing with the abuse that his brother
couldn't shield him from. Yoongi had no control of what was happening to Jimin
whenever he was gone, and the pack didn't care to protect a cursed soleborn
like him.
It was easier to take pleasure in the things he was forced to endure– something
his curse seemed to agree on since it helped him in making everything easier.
Jimin had never heard of anyone else getting wet down there, but then he was
the only soleborn in this pack, entirely different from everyone else. Maybe
this was normal for cursed people like him to get all wet and weird after
reaching maturity age.
A particularly sharp thrust had Jimin snap his eyes open again, a pained gasp
leaving his lips when he was pulled back to full awareness of what was
happening to him. The Beta's cock head was ramming into his most pleasurable
places, making him drool harder and his eyes roll back again.
He moaned helplessly, his fingers twitching around the clumps of dirt between
them, while his toes pressed into the soft soil. Slick gushed out of his hole
and Jimin felt his hips thrusting back on their own accord, small and hectic
little jerks to push the Beta's cock deeper inside of himself.
It had the Beta laugh suddenly, teeth and nails easing out of his skin when it
was clear that Jimin wouldn't fight anymore.
"Good boy," was crooned at him, and Jimin relished in the praise, his legs
spreading wider on their own as his hole fluttered around the thick shaft
sliding in and out of him. More slick oozed out, and Jimin felt his cheeks
heating up when the dry sounds of fucking changed into obscene squelches.
"Such a good, good boy," was cooed at him again when he quivered and tilted his
ass higher on his own, eager to have the fat cock head stroke upwards where it
felt best. “God, you were just made for this, hmn?”
Jimin closed his eyes and squeezed his arm under his body, his fingers reaching
out to where the Beta's cock pounded into him. He touched the Beta's cock
first, fingertips sliding along the moving shaft before they slipped and fell
on top of his own swollen flesh. Jimin moaned when he felt the puffy round of
his hole quivering and contracting around the Beta's length. It had the body
above him groan throatily, and then– with a hitch of his breath-- Jimin felt
the base beginning to swell before it started to twitch under his fingertips.
He closed his fingers around the Beta's cock again, mesmerized as the flesh
kept pulsing and growing. The moment it started to tug on his opening, though,
his breath caught and he choked, his arm falling away like dead weight as his
eyes rolled back. The pleasure of the knot forcing its way inside was so
intense that his whole body shivered from it.
It wasn't as bad as having an Alpha knot him, but that was what made it so
good. Without the pain of a knot too big, Jimin was wrecked with pleasure. Just
when he collapsed, hands reached out to keep him up, and this time Jimin's
whine was full of want.
"Greedy little slut!"
There was something akin to fondness in the Beta's voice, and Jimin's eyes
snapped open at that, his body convulsing as the shock of rarely received pack
affection washed over him and knocked the breath from his lungs. His orgasm
built next, deep within him with an intensity that left him gasping. He sobbed
as he clenched desperately around the still hammering flesh inside him, his
mouth wide open and drooling more saliva to the ground as his whole body went
numb. Slick gushed out of him and his whole body tensed as his small penis
stiffened and burst cum from the tip.
Jimin was a sobbing mess, shuddering with aftershocks as he slipped in and out
of consciousness. Gone like that, he didn't feel the Beta's thrusts pushing him
deeper into the dirt as the man reached his own climax.
"Gonna knot– gonna fill that little ass, gonnaah–"
The Beta groaned, his thrusts stuttering as he tried to sink in even deeper.
His hands gripped tighter around Jimin's hips, nails digging back into skin,
his dick spurting thick ropes of cum into Jimin.
Jimin heard him cuss before the Beta's hands let go of his hips and wrapped
around his abdomen instead. Rough hands pressed against his stomach as he was
lifted up, back to chest. Jimin's toes curled in blinding pleasure as he sunk
down, the knot forcing its way up his channel until he felt like his insides
were ripping open to accept it. The sudden burn had him screaming weakly and
then seeing stars as he lost consciousness for a few seconds.
When he came to, he was still shaking. His hole contracted wildly around the
cock piercing so deeply into him that it bulged out his stomach. Jimin almost
fainted again when the Beta's hands pressed against his abdomen. It left him
convulsing and writhing in the man's hold, his back rubbing against the Beta's
sweaty chest, his small body twitching helplessly in overstimulation and pain.
The pressure against his guts made him feel nauseous– the thick cock inside him
and the steady spurts of semen filling him up so fast that he felt like gagging
and choking on cum.
He was helplessly impaled on cock, though, unable to do anything but hang on
and take it. It was only when the Beta's rough breathing evened out that Jimin
was roughly tossed forward, his hands taking the brunt when they reached out to
protect him from falling face first into the dirt.
He screamed when the knot pulled sharply inside of him, but when the Beta
followed him down and rested his whole weight on Jimin's small body, all air
left his lungs and he choked instead. He gasped and tried to breathe with the
heavy body on top of him, but his chest was barely able to expand.
Jimin pressed flat against the dirt, the Beta's cock and his thick knot still
pulsing inside of him while he dozed, crushing him underneath his body. Jimin
sobbed, then gagged desperately when all the cum in his bloated stomach pressed
up into his guts and made him choke.
He had to take it, though. He had no idea what time it was and where the rest
of the pack was, but he knew that no one would help him. He had to endure the
heavy weight until the Beta's knot went down, until he could crawl away and
find a place to hide.
He sobbed quietly, his insides clenching around the thick shaft still pumping
him full of cum. His insides quivered in distress, but when nausea rose thick
and acrid and sickening, he swallowed it down and gagged helplessly. He almost
cried in relief when he felt his curse rising to the surface to take over his
conscience.
'Rest, pup,' it spoke to him, its voice the wild howl of a thunderstorm. Jimin
felt his eyes slipping shut instantly, white noise spreading in his head before
he was out, blissfully.
Deep in their core, close to their mates' bond, his curse bedded Jimin's soul
to sleep. It curled around him protectively, its thick fur keeping the boy warm
and safe. Here, Jimin would stay until it was safe for him to wake up again.
It stared down at the small human pup curled up in the depth of their shared
soul. So fragile, and so bruised, barely able to hold on anymore.
'Soon,' it whispered, leaning down to lick over the boy's cheek gently, warm
tongue running over the scar that was burned onto Jimin's face so many years
ago.
Outside their soul, it curled up under the heavy weight of the Beta still lying
on top of them, and watched the morning break for good. As the pack started to
wake in the far distance, the curse bit down on Jimin's plush lips and lifted
one of the boy's crooked fingers to run the tip down the scar marking him as
soleborn.
It held its breath when it dipped the tip of the finger a little harder against
the marked flesh, eyes flashing amber for a second before black bled back into
Jimin's pupils.
 
'Soon'
 
-
 
A few days later, Jimin found himself just outside the border of the pack's
central gathering place. He had no idea how he'd ended up there, but knew that
his curse had taken over his body for the most of the day until it had left him
where it was safe.
He felt gross, sweaty all over, his bare feet dirtied by mud up to his calves,
his hands looking even worse. All his nails were broken - not that it was
surprising to him considering the kind of work he was expected to do, dark
crescents sitting under them that made his stomach turn a little.
He felt weak and overheated, his ass feeling weirdly empty and too full at the
same time. He reached to slip a hand down his linen shorts, fingertips brushing
his hole and coming back wet. He grimaced and quickly wiped his hands clean on
the bark of a tree, before his eyes caught sudden movement that had him
instinctively fall down to his knees to hide from sight.
It was a group of older Betas, carrying decorative lanterns in their arms,
something that made Jimin's stomach jump in sudden realization. He glanced up
and saw the faintest outline of a full moon barely visible on the sky. He
gasped in utter astonishment when he realized that he had lost at least two
full days– his curse having taken over much longer than ever before.
Today, with the full moon at the end of it, would be the longest day in the
year already.
Jimin had no idea how the pack knew that, but year after year he watched them
getting ready for the moon festival, the long awaited moment when finally the
nights would grow longer and bless them with more moonlight. Year after year,
Jimin had no idea how they even knew which night they had to celebrate.
The grossness of his body momentarily forgotten, Jimin quickly glanced around
for a good place to hide and sit out the next few hours until night would fall.
Maybe, he thought as he crouched down and hid behind a few bigger rocks, maybe
the Omega elder talked to the stars or something. Maybe they told her when to
hold the festival, that it was time to bring out all the decorations and to
send out the hunters for more kills.
Jimin had seen the Omega elder heal the most fatal of wounds, revive withering
plants and pacify the most stubbornly crying pups. She was the pack's shaman,
and the possibility of her doing something magical didn't seem so unlikely to
him. It was she who decided on the date of the festival after all, and she did
it with such confidence and authority that no one ever doubted her.
It were her eyes, Jimin thought. Her weird amber eyes, that always looked
straight into the soul of everyone and everything. Jimin had felt her gaze on
himself more often lately, and shuddered as he thought of it. Uneasiness washed
down his spine, and he was quick to push the memory of her amber gaze on him
aside, focusing back on the moon festival instead.
A week ago, tonight had been chosen and since then, the pack had been in a rush
of preparations. A festival meant more work of course, for the hunters to spend
more time in the outer territories to bring in more food, and for those who
stayed in their inner lands to clean and tidy the living areas to have them
look as presentable as possible. All for the night the moon goddess would bless
the pack with another year of prosperity and peace. But the festival also meant
blissful joy, a night full of dance and food and light for everyone to enjoy
and live to their fullest.
For Jimin it just meant a whole lot of additional work that no one else wanted
to do and another night curled up alone in his brother's hut. Still, he was
looking forward to the festival just as much as the rest of the pack.
Everyone was so happy and preoccupied that for once they forgot about him.
Usually his existence was enough to sour the pack's mood, but for the past days
everyone had been happy enough to ignore him. As long as he stayed out of their
sight, no one sought him out just to be mean– No one of the adults at least, he
thought, which saved him a lot of sneers and, more importantly, punishments
whenever he messed up his chores.
If only the younger packmates would be just as willing to forget about him.
Jimin bit his lips at the thought of the young Beta who had fucked him the last
time he had been conscious. If only everyone just left him alone– it was the
only week where he could truly be on his own.
His brother, too, had been ordered back to the borders to lead hunts and bring
in meat, and while his absence left Jimin feeling empty and yearning for him,
it also meant that he was truly free to go and do whatever he wanted- as long
as his chores were done.
Jimin blew up his cheeks at the thought of his brother, one of his palms
lifting up to rub at a wound on his face that was still tender to the touch.
The dark bruise that one of the mated Betas had put on his cheek when Jimin had
come too close to one of his pups had faded to green when he had checked the
night before– No, two days ago!, he reminded himself with a frown.
It was still there, still right on top of the long vertical scar that run down
his face from under his right eye to his jaw, and marked him as soleborn. With
how much time that had passed since the last time he had checked, Jimin hoped
the bruise would be almost gone by evening, easier to hide from his brother.
But since it was placed so unfortunately, Yoongi would most probably notice it
anyway. His brother always cupped his cheek and ran his thumb down the faint
white mark whenever he returned home, a ritual going so far back that Jimin
wasn't even sure when it had started.
If only the bruise would be gone by tonight, he thought again, restless. He
knew that Yoongi would be furious anyway as soon as he saw him, but Jimin still
hoped that he could hide it, as well as the other things the pack had done to
him in his absence, just so that his brother wouldn't freak out immediately.
The last thing Jimin wanted was for Yoongi to be shunned from the festival as
well. After all, this year could be the one that his brother would finally find
a mate to bring home– a though that left Jimin shuddering in uneasiness.
Or maybe that was the sudden upwind from the forest right behind him blowing
over the pack's gathering place. Jimin shivered and curled closer into himself,
still careful to stay hidden behind the rocks as he wrapped his arms around his
drawn-up legs and bedded his head on his knees. He was starting to feel really
restless, crouched and motionless like this, legs twitching to stretch and run,
so much that he had to grit his teeth and force himself to keep still. He had
to wait a bit more, until it was safe to move without anyone noticing him at
least.
It was almost evening now anyway, the air was cooling down enough for the
people of the pack to glance more and more often at the darkening sky only to
drop their gazes expectantly at the two large fire pits at the center of the
gathering place.
Jimin had spent the better half of the week searching for dry wood in the
forests and carrying heavy loads of it to the pits. Just looking at the large
piles was making his back ache and the skin of his hands pulse under the many
blisters that had formed from all the weight he had pulled and carried. No one
had wanted to help him, of course, not that Jimin had expected anyone to offer
a hand.
Seeing the pits lit up at night was worth all the struggles, though, that was
what Jimin thought at least, so he was looking forward to it, even though he
wouldn't feel the warmth of the fire on his skin. By the way his blood felt
like boiling in his veins and adding to his restlessness, Jimin doubted that
he'd want to feel it anyway. It would have been nice, though, to be part of it
all.
But like every year, the elders had made it clear to him that he wasn't allowed
near the fest and that he had to stay away in his brother's hut as soon as the
fires were lit. He wasn't allowed out for as long as they were burning, which
was until the next morning.
But Jimin was good at sneaking out and hiding so he wasn't too bothered by the
elders' words. Just like he was hiding and watching the pack now, he'd curl up
in a good place to see them light the fire. He'd watch them all dance around
the flames and he'd listen to the songs and flutes until every tale of their
pack was sung and performed. He'd breathe in the heavy scent of smoke and fire
and he'd wet his lips at all the different spices in the air as rows of meat
would slowly roast over the flames.
Jimin felt his stomach throb at that last thought, an empty feeling of hunger
hollowing him out from the inside as he clutched his arms tighter around
himself. Apparently his curse hadn't gotten its hands on something to eat,
either. That marked today as the fourth day without food.
But brother would be home soon, he told himself as he rocked in small motions
on the ground to allow his nervous body some movement. He'd be back with food
for him, but until then he had to stay in his hideout behind the rocks, out of
the pack's way.
It wasn't that he had an appetite anyway– strangely enough his want for
something to eat was an entirely physical need these days. Usually food was
extremely high up on the list of things Jimin liked to think about, but since a
week now he was feeling nauseous, his body heating up occasionally to sweat out
whatever it was that was making him feel so sick.
For a while he stayed curled up tightly, until the sudden rush of nausea
passed. He focused on the people working in the distance, stomach turning for a
while longer until it finally settled down. By then, the darkening sky had
turned the pack's bustle into something more efficient, while the younger
people started buzzing with a different kind of restlessness.
For them the festival wasn't just a night of dance and fun, after all. It was
their annual chance to lay a claim on someone and start a courtship. It was the
night lovers could receive the elders' blessings and mate, something that was
only possible once a year.
Jimin chewed on his lips as that thought made him think of his mates. He wished
that tonight was when they finally met, mated after years of bonding from so
far away. But the pack had no idea that they existed and Jimin knew that they
could never know. Yoongi had made it clear to him that as soon as he presented–
as soon as he showed any signs of maturity, they had to run. The pack only ever
allowed one soleborn to live among them, and those weren't allowed to have
children who could carry the curse, too.
It was already a miracle that no soleborn had been born after Jimin– the pack
didn't need to know that the reason for that was because his mates were in a
different pack.
"Soleborns are an omen that more of them will be born to a pack," his brother
had told him many years ago. "We have to run if anyone ever carries their pup
for longer than three months– they'll kill you if it's allowed to live. The
pack will only allow one of you to stay alive."
The thought had always upset Jimin, who instinctively had known that every
soleborn after him would have been born solely for him. His mates, too, were
born for him. He knew this definitely, down to the core of his soul.
The thought of his mates made him think of his brother again. Every year
Yoongi's chances of finding someone to court had been spoiled by Jimin's
existence. But this night marked Jimin's seventeenth summer and officially
ended Yoongi's responsibility as a parent.
Even though Yoongi had reassured him many times that he would never abandon
him, the pack didn't know of this and was looking forward to the day his
brother would leave him to survive on his own. Yoongi was, after all, one of
the strongest Alphas of their pack and many favored him as a potential mate.
The only thing that had tainted him until now was Jimin, but after tonight he
would be an adult, on his own technically, and hopefully out of the way.
Jimin turned his head to bed his other cheek on his knees, but flinched
violently and shouted in pain as soon as his sore skin touched his bones. His
hands flew up to his mouth in dread a second after, wide eyes frantically
checking his surroundings as his heart beat painfully fast against his chest.
But no one had heard him. The pack was still working unsuspectingly. No one
even glanced in his general direction. Jimin was still safe and hidden. No one
was coming for him.
He settled back into his crouched position, careful of his cheek, and tried to
become even smaller than before. For something that should be as good as
healed, his face hurt way too much. Jimin squeezed himself against his knees,
trying for smaller, still. It made his body heat up uncomfortably again, sweat
rolling down his back and dropping from the protruding bones of his spine.
Jimin felt his stomach clench again, a pressure that he couldn't explain
settling heavy and suffocatingly in his abdomen. He groaned quietly and tried
to concentrate on his surroundings instead of himself. It helped to calm him
down, but it also made him realize how cold the air around him had turned. The
cool evening breeze was definitely making him shiver now.
For a second he contemplated running home to grab the cloak that he had in his
brother's hut, but that would mean risking being seen by the pack and
potentially being dragged into another chore. Jimin definitely felt too weak to
face that.
But the burn of fever aside, he was beginning to feel pathetically cold in his
thin linen garment and thought yearningly of the thick fur Yoongi had given to
him two summers ago when he had reached maturity age. Jimin hadn't presented
that summer, nor the following, but the cloak was still his most beloved
possession. Yoongi didn't know this, because Jimin had never told him, but it
reminded him of the day he had heard the voices of his mates first. Suddenly
they had been there, in his head and in his soul, not even feeling weird or out
of place as Jimin had recognized them immediately as parts of himself. If
only... if only he could be with them.
He grimaced again, annoyed with himself, and uncurled a little, eyes drifting
back to the pack only to widen them in excitement when he finally saw something
interesting happening that made him forget about his condition in an instant.
A group of young Beta girls carried out their best dresses in their arms to air
them out at the edge of the forest. A small girl, too young to have any
interest in the festival's love affairs, trailed behind them, holding a small
basket full of beads in her hands. Jimin knew that those were taken with just
in case their dresses needed to be fixed. He watched them walk slowly, careful
not to stumble and dirty their precious belongings. It left him with enough
time to crouch low and creep farther up behind the stone border to have better
sight of them.
They folded out the dresses and hung them up on the lower tree branches, one
more beautiful than the other, embroidered with flowers and symbols of their
pack. Even Jimin's beloved fur cloak paled in comparison to them, but he wasn't
bitter about it. The girls' dresses had been crafted by their mothers, Beta
women who had been taught by their own mothers how to sew and embroider.
Jimin's, though, had been stitched together by his brother's hands– an Alpha
who had never learned a thing about making clothes. That he had sat down to
create something so pretty just for Jimin, despite not knowing how, made the
furs the most beautiful out of the whole pack to him.
Back at the forest border, the Beta girls inspected every dress carefully, each
holding hers up to hear what her friends had to say. They were still too far
away for Jimin to hear more than their occasional laughter, but he watched them
choose their dresses and then beads to decorate the seams. They fought
playfully over the different kinds in the basket, but in the end, everyone
settled peacefully to sew them on with skilled hands.
Jimin closed his eyes as he listened to their soft giggles. He would have
chosen beads made out of bone, he thought, mind wandering to the few times he
had seen those on other pack members.
His own clothes didn't have any beads on them– nor did his brother's, who
didn't bother with pretty looking things. Jimin's linen wasn’t adorned with
buttons or cords, everything made out of pieces stitched together, robust and
functional. But if he'd been allowed to choose– or if anyone had ever taught
him how to craft them, Jimin would have preferred bones over stones and wood.
The delicate off-white was so pretty to him, so pure and fragile, unlike
anything else in his life.
There were so many things he wished for as he watched the girls. But maybe, if
Yoongi found a nice enough Beta girl who wouldn't mind Jimin so much, things
would change, finally. If not tonight, then maybe later in summer, during the
harvest festivals perhaps, when outsiders from the neighboring packs would
visit.
Maybe his brother's future mate would be willing to give him a chance,
untainted by the things the pack had to say about him. Yoongi, too, loved him
after all, so Jimin knew that it was possible.
Jimin smiled at that, a sense of hope spreading warm and nice through his chest
and chasing away the last hints of nausea as he indulged in that thought.
Maybe she'd teach him how to find herbs to dry, so his brother's share of kills
wouldn't taste so bland anymore. Maybe she'd show him how to braid, how to sew,
how to do all the pretty things that Yoongi didn't know about. She'd help him
stitch patterns and tell him how to keep the furs that his brother brought home
soft and glossy. He'd take care in dressing himself then, trying to look his
best for the mates he felt in his soul and wished to see so much.
A deep yearning rivaling that for his brother made him inhale deeply. He wanted
that so much, all the knowledge others gained naturally by growing up with it,
all the little things that made pack members feel cared for. More than anything
he wanted the love of his mates.
He knew that his brother was giving his best in bringing him up and caring for
him, but Yoongi was an Alpha and away on border patrol or hunting missions
every day. He had no time to care for much more than the most essential things.
Every day he made sure to give Jimin enough love and attention to survive
through the day, but Yoongi's time on pack grounds was so limited.
Jimin sighed again, eyes drifting back to the girls. They were discussing their
hair now. He couldn't hear them, but watched them holding up their thick braids
to decide what suited them best. It made him reach out for his own hair on
instinct, brows furrowing when he compared his greasy brown locks to the girls'
shiny and glossy black strands. He rubbed the ends of his hair between his
fingers, eyes never leaving the girls in the distance.
He felt icky all of a sudden, overly aware of the sweat still clinging to his
body. The roots of his hair started to itch and he raised his hands to scratch,
whining quietly when his fingers got stuck in knots.
Jimin uncurled slowly, careful to stay hidden as he turned and crawled back
behind the rocks furthest from the central gathering place. Not a minute later
he slipped past the tree border and into the quiet forest without anyone
noticing him.
The silence of the trees welcomed him from all directions, the endless dome of
trees subduing every other sound than that of the living green all around
Jimin.
He felt oddly at ease as soon as he left the pack grounds behind. It was as if
a weight lifted from his shoulders, the cramps in his abdomen suddenly gone,
his limbs feeling light and strong at the same time. He wanted to run, the
restlessness of his boiling blood swelling into an urge that he couldn't
suppress anymore.
Jimin flexed his whole body in anticipation and finally gave in, the forest
opening up to him naturally as he ran through the dense underwood. He felt
welcome here. He felt free. Here where the pack's rules and opinions didn't
matter, he was just Jimin, a pup like all the others, without anyone unable to
accept him. This was the reason why he didn't mind his chores outside of pack
grounds. To him the solitude of the forest was home– something he only ever
felt in his brother's arms when he was on pack grounds.
The thought made him think of his mates, their whispered voices of 'home'
echoing in his head as he ran through the darkening forest.
Before his thoughts could consume him, though, he took a deep breath and
exhaled all of his worries. Instead of thinking about the people far behind the
border, he thought about the small pond just by the pack's territory border,
and how he'd dive in quickly to avoid the shock of the cold water. His feet
knew the way without him having to think about it, so Jimin was planning in his
head, how he'd have to be quick with his bath and run back fast, wet clothes
and all, to grab his fur at home before finding a good place to hide and watch
the pack celebrate.
That would be after welcoming his brother home and sending him off to the
festival, of course. Jimin slipped his shirt over his head and crunched it in
his hands without pausing to stop, the cool air of the forest welcoming now
that he was running and sweating again. The trees were getting denser, the
paths narrower and the silence around him even deeper, the closer he got to the
pack border. From the west the mountains that stood as the pack's back wall
crept into the trees, making it harder to run as more and more rocks blocked
the way.
He was quickening his pace anyway, everything in him anticipating to feel clean
and tidy, like the Beta girls he had watched before. The pond was close enough
for him to smell it now– but that didn't mean that it was near, per se. Part of
Jimin's curse was his heightened senses, after all. He had learned to
appreciate those even though they made the pack even warier of him. But having
good sight, hearing and a keen sense of smell often helped him to stay out of
their way, so it benefited everyone after all.
Jimin ran around a line of old trees and then halted abruptly. Before him the
pond stretched like a crescent around a promontory descending into its depths,
the water deep and still, shimmering mysteriously even in the half-light of the
forest.
He panted quietly, chest heaving as he stood and admired the undisturbed water.
Somewhere behind the few smaller rocks right beside the pond he'd hidden small
blocks of soap, the generic kind his brother got from the storage huts.
He stepped out of his pants quickly, one hand reaching for the soap while his
other clutched his clothes nervously. But there was no time to hesitate, the
sky was darkening and the water was only getting colder with every passing
minute. Jimin took a deep breath and forced himself to jump.
The water was so cold that it instantly punched out all of his breath. Unable
to help himself he shouted underwater as soon as the pond closed around him. By
the time he resurfaced his body was completely numb.
On his overheated skin the water felt icy, but with it came a sudden sense of
clarity, the scents around him suddenly much cleaner, the rustle of the trees
louder, the static in the air crackling in his ears. He stood gasping in the
middle of the pond, the water reaching to the middle of his chest as he
shuddered and forced his tensed-up body to uncurl.
He worked as fast as he could, but it took him half an hour until every knot
was out of his hair and layers of dirt and sweat scrubbed from his skin. By
then his lips were blue and his teeth chattering. Jimin cleaned his linen last,
outside of the water as he knelt beside the pond and tried not to fall back in
headfirst.
He had clearly underestimated the effect the cold would have on his body, all
his joints aching and stiff as he forced himself to move quickly. Putting on
the his wet clothes was the worst and he cringed as his wet shirt stuck
uncomfortably to his skin.
He was so engrossed in his misery that he didn't hear the ground behind him
crunching under the weight of footsteps. He was pulled from his thoughts when a
hand grabbed his wet hair to yank him backwards against a broad chest.
Jimin screamed– both in pain and shock, but the hand in his hair tightened in
warning when he tried to look up and see who had hurt him. A moment later, loud
laughter made it clear who was pulling on his hair anyway. Jimin's stomach
cramped violently when he realized that his bullies had found him. But how?
No one in the pack bothered with the pond. Jimin was sure that most didn't even
know of its existence. Had they seen him slip away and followed him? But then
why wait until he was done with his bath, when it was much more convenient to
grab him when he'd been naked, still–
"I was right!" One of them said, sounding entirely surprised, but startling
Jimin out of his frantic thoughts. "It's him, fuck it's really him!"
Jimin's brows furrowed at that, but before he could open his mouth he was
yanked around by his hair again, this time to face them.
They were five in total, all young unmated Beta boys around his age. Jimin knew
them well and hid from them when he could, which wasn't so often,
unfortunately. They had a thing for following him into the woods, grabbing him
and pressing him into the dirt as they took their turns with him. The Beta that
had fucked him the morning before his curse had taken over for days was part of
this group. He, too, was standing in front of him, a smug smile on his lips as
he eyed Jimin with hunger.
His curse had hidden him well, Jimin thought, as the hand in his hair tightened
to a fist to tilt his head. If they followed him through the woods this far to
the end of the territory, then they had to be desperate. The Beta that was
holding him leaned down just when he thought that, sniffing and licking at his
throat.
Jimin shuddered and felt his stomach clenching. The anticipation running
through his system took him by surprise, because he honestly wasn't feeling
happy about getting fucked just after cleaning himself up.
He didn't mind it, though, besides getting dirty again. It wasn't the sex that
had Jimin hide from them. The way they fucked him was rough, but the closeness
was something he craved. Maybe it was his curse that made him so oddly pleased
with the way they held him as they knotted him, maybe it was just him starving
for affection no matter in what form, maybe this was him, trying to cope with
the fact that he had mates unreachable to give him these kinds of things.
Whatever it was, Jimin had nothing against them seeking him out for sex.
Packmates tossing him into the dirt to mount him was something he was used to
since the day he had reached maturity age, and he had learned to live with it–
to take the things he needed from it, even.
His curse helped him to endure it and taught him how to make it pleasurable for
himself. Without it, Jimin would have been traumatized and scarred for life.
Which was ironic, he thought as he tilted his his head even further for the
Beta, because the brand on his face should have been enough for that.
His stomach clenched again when the Beta slid his hands under his wet shirt to
pull him closer against his own body. Pressed flat against him, Jimin felt the
Beta's arousal against his stomach, his own body reacting to it by heating up
again. Above him, he heard the Beta groan, the fingers in Jimin's hair shaking
as his scent was inhaled deeper and deeper into the Beta's lungs.
Jimin shuddered and forced himself to keep still, his thoughts drifting back to
his curse and how it had taught him about sex– different from Yoongi who had
told him that it was normal for their pack to fuck around, but that Jimin
shouldn't let them hurt him. Yoongi was a good brother– Jimin whimpered when
the Beta's hands pressed into his skin and slid down his spine to cup his ass
cheeks, but there was no way that he could keep the pack from hurting him.
Instead of getting into fights he couldn't win, Jimin had learned to like what
was done to him. Now he didn't mind it anymore, his curse taking over whenever
things got too much for him to handle.
So the sex was fine, but the sneers, the constant taunts, the pain and bruises
that came with it as soon as they were done with him, was what had him run and
try to stay out of their way.
In a different life, Jimin thought as he gasped and clung to the Beta who had
started to circle rough fingertips over his twitching asshole, he would have
grown up with them, forming pack-bounds as they played and fought as pups. But
he was soleborn, branded and stigmatized, with no one to protect him but his
brother who was outside pack territories most of the time. Growing up with the
pups of this pack had been lonely, parents keeping their kids away from him and
with that, subconsciously teaching them that something was wrong with him.
Wariness had turned into taunting, and then the stronger kids started to push
him around. After they had all reached maturity age the bullying had turned
into physical assaults.
Not everyone he had grown up with was seeking him out like this. Those that had
presented as Alphas stopped bothering him as soon as they met his brother. But
the Betas didn't know Yoongi, didn't feel obliged towards him at all, and had
no respect for the things the pack's strongest Alpha hunter loved and cared
for.
Jimin moaned when one of the fingertips breached his opening, the dry and
burning pain shaking his legs as he clutched the Beta's shirt in his fingers.
"Bitch– I'm talking to you!"
Jimin flinched, his hole pulsing around the finger in shock when his hair was
pulled again– this time from one of the other four Betas, his whole body
recoiling as he cried out in distress. Nausea was turning his stomach again and
sweat broke out all over his body as searing heat pulsed through his veins. He
felt dizzy and restless at the same time again, his abdomen clenching
ominously.
"No," he whined, and his eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment when his curse
dripped defenselessness into his voice, making it waver and break when he told
them to "Stop– please, h-hurts–"
Jimin was near tears when the fist in his hair let go, and his curse whispered
to look up, to direct his glassy eyes at the one that had hurt him. Jimin
obeyed, heart jumping when he saw the Beta that had grabbed him taking a step
back. The one holding him tightened his arms protectively, something that made
Jimin's head spin in both bliss and confusion.
'Cry,' his curse whispered softly, and he did just that, heart rate speeding up
even more when he saw the Betas' pupils dilate and their nostrils flare. For
some reason it made Jimin feel weak in his knees, but when he swayed and lost
his balance, five pairs of arms reached out to steady him. He blinked in
confusion, but his curse was rising to the surface, taking over before he could
do anything.
Jimin's eyes flashed amber for a second, but the Betas around him were too
occupied with helping him up to notice it. It made the curse purr in
satisfaction, obediently leaning back against the chest of the Beta that had
held Jimin before. It made sure to curl up and look as small and defenseless as
possible, legs slightly apart so that Jimin's scent would hit them harder as
soon as the heat spread enough to make him slick up.
Five Betas, it mused, curling Jimin's small fingers around the biceps of the
one holding him. All for Jimin, his precious little pup, his vulnerable human
soul. Those Betas had found his sweet boy by scent, the curse knew, with no
idea what was about to hit them. The thought amused it for a second before lust
and neediness flooded its system in intense waves.
"God you–" One choked out, voice strained and full of confusion when Jimin's
scent unfolded, blossoming up from between his legs like the most exquisite of
flowers.
They couldn't see it, of course, but the curse knew that Jimin was blooming,
his scent ripening, finally uncurling after so many days of brewing up inside
of him, bottled up by his own body to the point of making the poor darling sick
with fever and dizziness.
This scent was meant for their mates, it always had been for them, but they
couldn't afford to wait anymore. The sun had set, and tonight marked two years
since Jimin should have presented. Waiting any longer, keeping their souls from
intertwining any longer, would leave them damaged. It was time for them to
fully become one.
And those five Betas would be the ones to bear the brunt of it. The curse
looked up at them with Jimin's eyes, pupils glowing amber as it took in the
crazed look in their eyes and the way they inhaled Jimin's scent as if they
were drowning. Already their bodies were jerking uncontrollably, the pheromones
in the air so strong and unfamiliar to them that it was overkilling their
senses like thick and slow poison.
The curse knew that their dazed and soulless states would change into lust-
driven instincts soon, but for now the shuddering Betas were still mildly aware
that something weird was happening to them.
"Hurts," the curse whined again with Jimin's voice, knowing full well that
those five would do anything for him now. And sure enough, hands reached for
him and curled around his body, sliding up and down Jimin's slight curves to
make it better.
"Where–" The one who had fucked Jimin so roughly those few days ago when the
boy's scent had started to leak out of him groaned.
The curse leaned Jimin's full weight against the Beta still holding him and
then motioned that he wanted to sit down, all five following him to the ground
to watch him kneel and reach to pull off his shirt.
Hands were there to replace his immediately, five pairs of lips reaching out to
caress every inch of exposed skin. The curse purred internally and made sure to
send every nice feeling down into the core of his soul where Jimin slept
peacefully.
But, oh! The curse widened Jimin's eyes, a smile spreading on the boy's full
lips as it lifted its legs for one of the Betas to pull off his shorts. Their
souls were already connecting inseparably, their fates intertwining. Jimin was
awakening inside and soon they'd be one.
The curse leaned into the touch of the first Beta when it was pulled back
against his chest, this time to be bedded on it comfortably while another
spread Jimin's legs to settle between them.
The warm, raw scent between Jimin's legs hit them with an intensity that had
them all groan, their eyes rolling backwards as they jerked in uncontrolled
arousal. They were all rock-hard, the base of their cocks swelling already, and
they hadn't even touched Jimin yet. Precome was wetting the front of their
clothes, and the curse would have found it funny had the sight not awakened a
hunger within him that left him gasping instead.
It spread Jimin's legs even more, lifting the boy's hips invitingly for the
first Beta to sink in. Jimin's hole was wet and warm, clenching and relaxing in
excitement, drooling viscous slick that filled the air with even more of his
thick scent.
The curse moaned when the velvet soft of the first cock head touched the round
of Jimin's hole, only hesitating for a second before it sunk down. It lifted
the boy's hips, meeting the fast thrust into Jimin's body, feeling his body
pulsing with more and more heat.
Deep inside their soul, Jimin stirred awake. The curse reached out for him,
keeping him safe and calm while their body was shifting and shuddering, the
Beta's cock pounding frantically into their ass, spurring their instincts to
release what had been suppressed for so long.
When Jimin's soul rose back to the surface of their conscious they were finally
one, entirely awakened. Jimin blinked with a brown and an amber eye, confusion
turning into a deep calm as he settled and relaxed into the sex. At the same
time something deep inside of him unclenched and opened up, the omnipresent
pressure in his abdomen disappearing suddenly as his insides softened and
relaxed. His curse crooned, its voice soft when its soul wrapped around Jimin's
to whisper, 'It opened, pup, our womb.'
Jimin's whole body cramped at that, his hole clenching tightly around the cock
still fucking into him when he realized what his curse's words meant. He had a
womb, he was a–
"Oh god– I'm–" The Beta cried out when his cock slipped deeper suddenly, a
second channel deep inside of Jimin closing around the ridge of his head to
keep him from pulling out. Jimin wrapped his thighs around him to press the
heels of his feet against the Beta's back– urging him to press deeper even.
"Come," Jimin whined, the soft timbre of his curse spellbinding all five to
obey his every word. "Fill it– my womb, do it–"
The Beta above him sobbed, his cock swelling inside of Jimin before it spurted
out its first, thick load– but it wasn't enough, the knot too small, the cum
too little, the warmth in his body not hot enough.
Jimin whined in distress, his heart fluttering frantically in his chest when he
realized that five Betas wouldn't be enough. He needed his Alphas– he needed
his mates– he needed–
 
"What the fuck are you doing with my brother!"
 
Yoongi's voice cut through the hazy swirl of sex and confusion like a knife,
turning the heat of the moment to ice before it descended into terror.
For a split-second there was nothing but utter frozen dread all around Jimin.
Then the scent in the air changed from lust to terror, so fast and panicky that
Jimin felt his stomach turn again.
Yoongi looked furious, his eyes pitch-black and narrowed to slits, teeth bared
and one of his stone daggers in his hand. He looked terrifying, he looked
deadly.
There was a lethal threat in the air, something no one but Jimin could smell,
when Yoongi reached out for the Beta still knotted inside of him. The Beta
didn't even try to defend himself, face ashen when Yoongi's hands closed around
his throat to pull him off of Jimin. Or tried to– his knot was still stuck
inside of him and Jimin cried out, eyes flashing amber when he looked up at his
brother with wet eyes.
"Hyung– hyung, hurts–" he whined in genuine pain, his thighs shaking when
Yoongi let go of the Beta and turned to the others instead.
"Get lost, I'll kill you!" He spat, voice venomous and full of rage.
They let go of Jimin as if burned, fear stinking up the air around them so much
that it made Jimin gag weakly. They knew who Yoongi was and how easily he could
kill them all. They knew that he wouldn't hesitate, and it made them fear for
their lives. That was the only reason they ran without a fight, even though
everything in them wanted to stay with Jimin, breathe in his intoxicating scent
and claim him.
Jimin whined when the Beta inside of him tried to pull out to run as well, the
knot tugging painfully on his flesh before it sunk back in. From the corner of
his eyes he saw his brother's fist tightening around his dagger, and knew that
he had to get the Beta off himself before Yoongi really snapped and killed him.
'Look at him!' His curse murmured and Jimin knew it meant his brother. 'Look at
our Alpha– he'd knot us so good, pup. He'd be so good to us.'
Internally, Jimin was dying. Which was contradicting since his curse was coming
from inside as well. His body, though, reacted to the words. His hole slicked
up again, the tense muscles relaxing, the opening to his womb unclenching, too,
as he softened around the cock inside of him.
He stared at his brother's dark eyes, his hips moving to have the Beta's cock
slide in his channel again. Jimin moaned, still staring at his brother, but it
was his curse's voice that was beckoning for him.
'What about our mates?' He cried in distress, just when the Beta realized that
he could pull his knot out without ripping him open. He was quick to get up and
run, leaving Jimin on the ground, spread open and wet for his brother to see.
'We need an Alpha to take care of us, pup. This one! Until we have our mates.'
"No–" Jimin moaned, finally dropping his gaze to the ground, his thighs shaking
when he tried to curl up and hide, ashamed of how he behaved in front of his
brother.
The heat in his veins, the lust still pulsing through his body, the sweat all
over him, the slick dripping out of him– it embarrassed him. He didn't want
Yoongi to see.
'But this is nothing, pup,' his curse chided softly, its soul nuzzling him
comfortingly. 'This is only the beginning. The heat will grow until it consumes
us. We're just awakening, pup. We just matured.'
"I... matured!" Jimin gasped out in shock and then flinched and curled tighter
into himself when he heard Yoongi sigh above him.
'At least he didn't growl at us,' Jimin's curse cooed, but Jimin was too
nervous to answer, holding his breath as he waited for his brother to react.
"I can see–" Another sigh. "I can smell that, Jimin."
His curse seemed to prick up its ears at that, but Jimin felt an even more
intense rush of shame washing down his spine. He sniffed, disgusted with
himself when his brother's thick Alpha scent made him leak more slick between
his ass cheeks.
"Jimin," his brother called, his voice as soft as his hands when he reached for
him. "Look at me."
Jimin curled tighter for a moment, before his curse whispered to obey. He
turned around willingly then, almost tearing up when he saw the neutral
expression on Yoongi's face. His brother wasn't judging him, the thought had
the tears in his eyes rolling down his flushed cheeks. He sobbed and grabbed
the fur hanging around his brother's body, shame forgotten as he clung and
pressed against him as much as possible.
He felt rather than saw Yoongi pull off his cloak to wrap it around him, the
thick and warm and raw Alpha scent of his brother wrapping around him
protectively to calm his nerves. Yoongi let him sob out his distress before he
nudged him to look up.
"Remember what I said we'd do as soon as you present?" He asked, and Jimin felt
more tears sliding down his cheeks as he nodded.
"Run," he whispered, his fingers clutching his brother's arms helplessly. "But–
the festival!"
"The festival? Jimin, that's–" Yoongi sighed again, his hands coming up to cup
Jimin's wet cheeks in his warm palms. "That’s not important, baby. Do you know
what they'll do to you when they see you like this?" His brother quieted down
for a moment, his dark eyes looking into Jimin's before they glanced at his
disheveled hair, his flushed skin and finally his naked body under the fur
which he had wrapped around him. Jimin saw his brother's pupils dilate and
heard him inhale deeper, his scent getting to him now that they were this
close.
"Hyung," he whimpered, torn between what his curse wished for and what he
didn't want to happen.
Yoongi visibly shook his head, trying to clear it from the daze of Jimin's
sweet scent. "You're an Omega," he finally said it, voice breaking at the
absurdity of it all.
Soleborns didn't present as Omegas. No one did. They were so rare that having
just one in the pack was a blessing occurring only once or twice in a couple of
hundred years.
Jimin's heart hammered painfully against his chest at his brother's words, fear
and panic making him shake violently as he thought of what would happen to him
if the pack found out. Soleborns, strong killers of their litter, usually
presented early as Alphas– something Jimin never really believed he'd turn out
to be, or as nothing at all. And he would have been comfortable with that,
because it would have meant that they wouldn't have to run ever.
Now Jimin's dreams of watching Yoongi building a family would never come true–
his brother was right, they had to run. If the pack found out what he was now,
they'd probably kill him in blind rage, just for being a filthy soleborn and
presenting as something so precious and holy as an Omega. They’d kill Yoongi,
too, for protecting him for so long.
"They can't find out!” Yoongi clutched him tighter in his arms, eyes full of
worry and despair. “I need to hide you– we need to run before they find out and
get to you."
Jimin stared at his brother, heat and arousal and fear and exhaustion making
him feel weak and hopeless while Yoongi rose to his feet and pulled him up with
him. "They can't know about you, baby. Look what they did to you already– I
won’t be able to fight them all, and none of them deserve to touch you.”
Oh, Jimin thought, his brother worried that they'd try to claim him. But they
wouldn't, he was cursed, Omega or not, no one would risk letting him carry
their pups in fear of them inheriting the curse as well.
'You have no idea how good we smell,' his curse whispered in his head, voice
smug and pleased. 'The Alphas of the pack– they'd kill to get to us. No one
ever smelled as good as we do.'
Jimin bit his lips as his brother wrapped his arms around his body to steady
him, but his knees buckled, bare feet slipping unsteadily, until Yoongi knelt
down and let him climb on his back. Jimin grimaced when he felt cum trickle out
of his body, the scent unpleasant now that Yoongi's Alpha scent was wrapped
around him.
His brother didn't say a word, even though he had to have smelled the change of
scent in the air, and grabbed Jimin's discarded linen, the muscles of his arms
tensing when Jimin's weight settled on him. When he turned to face the
territory border just where the northern end of the crescent shaped pond ended,
Jimin made a sound of confusion.
"But– aren't we going back? To...to get ...things?"
His brother tightened his hold on him and started to walk north, quickly
approaching the end of the territory. "You're the only important thing, Jimin."
Over the blissed-out purrs of his curse, Jimin could hear his own heart beating
loudly in his chest and pulsing in his ears as he flushed bright pink. He clung
tighter to his brother, pink face pressing into the dent of Yoongi's neck just
when his brother passed the territory border and left the pack behind.
 
-
 
They walked in complete silence in the darkening forest.
Jimin knew that his brother would have liked to run, but even though Yoongi was
the strongest and most capable Alpha of the pack- carrying Jimin on his back
without knowing for how long they had to walk until they were at a safe enough
distance, made him conserve his energy.
Jimin's weight wasn't the problem. Growing up with too little affection and
care, he had always been too small and thin than appropriate for his age. His
scent, though, the sickly sweet and thick Omega scent that rose from his heated
skin and cloyed on his neck, in his armpits, between his ass cheeks– that was
what debilitated him.
Jimin listened to his brother's heavy breathing and smelled his arousal
increasing with every minute that passed. It made the Omega blood in his veins
pulse with restlessness again and he had to bite his lips and sink his nails in
his own hands to suppress doing something stupid, like grinding against his
brother's back and ultimately dooming them.
'Think of our mates,' his curse said, but its voice was full of longing,
betraying its words as it was clear that it wanted nothing more than to seduce
their brother into breeding them. It was clever enough not to, though, its
basic survival instinct realizing that they had to put as much distance between
Jimin's Omega scent and the rest of the pack.
So they walked, undisturbed, both his brother and him gripping their sanity
tightly to keep going.
It was when the darkness of the night fell like a blanket over the silence of
the trees that Yoongi stopped abruptly, his head tilting slightly as he
listened into the forest. Jimin was so lost in his hazy mind that it took him a
moment, but then he, too, heard the distant sound of footsteps coming their way
fast.
He whimpered, but Yoongi hushed him, carefully sinking to his knees so Jimin
could slip from his back and curl up on the forest ground. He held his breath,
eyes wide when he watched Yoongi crouch down with spread legs, both his hands
full with his daggers as he waited for the attack.
It never came. Instead a quiet voice told him to put away his weapons.
"Omega elder?" Yoongi's voice was so baffled that it made the older woman
chuckle.
"Who did you expect, Min Yoongi? Sneaking away like this, and during the
festival, too... no one noticed that you were gone."
It was really her, the Omega elder in her grey furs and with all the jewels
woven into her long silver hair. Her words relaxed Jimin instantly, but to his
surprise his brother was still tense and alert.
"I came alone," she said, stepping closer, and in the light of the full moon
Jimin saw her looking at them with her amber eyes, something in them making his
curse rise to the surface and blink back at her with the same eyes.
He expected her to be surprised, or angry even, but she only nodded her head at
him, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
Jimin blinked at that, his eyes sliding to his brother who looked just as
dumbfounded.
"I watched you, soleborn. You were so different from all the others I saw come
and go. I knew this day would come. I saw it happen years ago. That's why I'm
here."
At her words Yoongi tensed up again, his stance widening as the sharp scent of
his hostility penetrated the air around them. "To do what?" He spat, "Kill us?
Drag him back to have them breed and murder him–"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, child," she chided him, not even raising her voice,
but Yoongi shut up immediately. "I came to see you two off. And to tell you
that you're going the wrong way," she smiled at Yoongi's shock-frozen face.
"There is nothing for you two up in the North. You need to go South, down to
where the sea is."
Yoongi opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out and he snapped it shut
again. Jimin, dazed and lost as he was, knew what his brother wanted to ask.
Why are you helping us? Apparently the Omega elder heard the unspoken question
hanging awkwardly in the air between them, because she tilted her head
slightly, her eyes on Jimin now.
“I presented over a century ago. I waited for this day, for another Omega to
bloom," she looked at Jimin again, her amber eyes soft as she took in his
disheveled state. "I prayed that it wouldn’t be you. A soleborn… what was the
moon thinking when she created you?” She sighed and shook her head, but despite
her words her voice was gentle. “There are so few of us in this world, we need
to take care of each other– my pack doesn't deserve you. They'd never treat you
with respect and love."
"And whose fault is that?" Yoongi asked, his voice so bitter it cut through the
gentle calm the Omega elder had tried to convey with her words.
She sighed again, her eyes boring into Yoongi to face all his anger and
bitterness and his unwavering love for his younger brother. It made her think
of the day Jimin had been born, when she had looked at the same angry eyes and
knew that Min Yoongi had been touched by a storm as well.
We call them soleborn, she thought absentmindedly, when stormborn would have
been much more accurate.
"Are you soleborn, too, Min Yoongi?" She asked after a long minute of silence.
Yoongi's brows furrowed at that, but there was no mockery in the elder's voice,
just genuine interest. "I was alone when my mother carried me, but I was
brought to the world after three months."
A spring child, like every pup of the pack was supposed to be. Everything
soleborns, the children of autumn and winter storms, never were.
"My father was soleborn."
Jimin's head whipped back at his brother at that, his mouth dropping open in
pure shock at his words. Their father– their father had been soleborn? But he
had been mated! He had been accepted by the pack– he had been–
"His mother was an outsider, it was easy to hide. I was his first child and
normal. But before he died he told me everything, and that the child his second
mate was carrying could be born like him." Yoongi glanced at Jimin, took in his
shell-shocked state and smiled sadly. "He told me to protect my sibling and to
run should it ever present."
The Omega elder listened quietly, her amber eyes gleaming in the night. She
seemed to be deep in thoughts, her eyes resting on Yoongi, meeting his defiant
gaze with a calm that had the Alpha's breathing evening out.
When her gaze fell on Jimin, her whole face softened. Her hands reached to
untie the fine ropes holding her furs together and she handed them to Yoongi,
telling him to wrap them around the small Omega.
"Travel fast, Min Yoongi," she told him as she watched him crouch down beside
Jimin. "Don't rest if you can. Take this path around the territory until you
cross the Southern river. Follow it, and it will lead you to the coast. That's
where you have to go. That's where his mother came from, the Southern pack by
the sea."
'That's where our mates are,' the curse added in Jimin's head, making him whine
quietly which had both the Omega elder and his brother look down at him.
Jimin reached for Yoongi with shaking fingers, suddenly needing the safety of
his brother's arms around him. The rising heat in his veins thickened the fog
in his head which made it harder and harder to stay conscious. Yoongi
wordlessly wrapped the Omega elder's fur cloak around his shivering body,
tightening it for him when Jimin's own hands were too heavy to lift.
Wrapped up like that, clad in both his brother and his pack leader's scent,
Jimin pressed his face to the crook of his brother's neck, inhaling Yoongi's
Alpha scent deep into his lungs to calm the chaos inside of his head.
When his brother nudged him to climb up on his back again, Jimin went
sluggishly, dazed but sated, the haze in his head pleasant and the heat in his
system subdued.
Somewhere at the back of his head he knew that this was the last time he would
see the Omega elder, the last chance he had to ask her why she, who had known
everything all along, hadn't protected him. A part of him wanted to turn his
head and look back at her when Yoongi walked past her, wordlessly stepping on
the path that would lead them South. But a bigger part of him kept his face
buried firmly in the crook of his brother's neck, the old scar that the Omega
elder's pack had burned into his face pulsing with every step his brother took.
He wouldn’t have wanted her protection, he realized. He never wanted to see her
or anyone of her pack again.
Far ahead of them, in the long distance of the night, loud cheers rang through
the forest, beautiful and familiar, beckoning them home. Jimin bedded his head
on his brother's shoulders, eyes drifting shut as he listened to the sounds of
the night, his heart feeling heavy in his chest as they left their birth-pack
behind.
Deep in the forest, the festival had started, but the moon, bright and
beautiful in the vast darkness of the sky, was only shining for them.
 
-
 
It took them a week to reach the Southern coast.
The journey was exhausting, and much longer than they expected. Half a week in,
they had already crossed four territories, but to their luck no one had noticed
them, and they followed the river downwards without confrontations.
Jimin knew that without him, his brother would have covered the same distance
in less than half the time. But Yoongi carried him on his back mostly, and
against the Omega elder's words, rested every night so that Jimin was able to
catch some sleep.
He saw that his brother was worried, that the way he grew paler and thinner no
matter how much food Yoongi shoved down his throat was scaring him. There
wasn't much he could do, though. The fire inside his body was eating him alive,
slowly but relentlessly. Jimin felt restless all the time now, the urge for
something he couldn't even explain turning into agony about halfway into their
journey.
 
On the fourth night, the pain had turned into exhaustion and nausea. Jimin
couldn't keep down anything his brother hunted, so Yoongi just found them an
abandoned den to crawl in and pulled him into his lap to cradled him gently,
his broad body keeping Jimin safe and warm as they talked quietly through the
night.
Jimin inhaled his brother's Alpha scent desperately, and Yoongi rubbed his big
hands up and down his aching spine, trying to soothe the pain and hunger for
more. Yoongi’s pupils were blown all the time now, but his hands were gentle,
and he held Jimin with nothing more than brotherly love.
It was the night Jimin told him how he smelled like fallen autumn leaves to
him, and like rain.
"You smell sweet to me," Yoongi said, his hands combing through Jimin's brown
locks while the younger dozed off in the cage of his arms. "Before you always
smelled like a pup, but your scent is changing now… to wildflowers, I think…
and something more, something sweet."
The mention of pups had Jimin automatically think of the pack they had left
behind, and the chance Yoongi had missed to mate and have some of his own.
"It's d..day f-four," Jimin mumbled, shy and unused to talk much. "Hyung could
have m-mated, but I ruined it a-again."
Yoongi tilted Jimin's head up to meet his eyes, his brows furrowed in concern
when Jimin was too slow to hide the tears.
"That's not important– I wasn't planning on claiming anyone. Don't cry, baby."
"But hyung could have mated– A....all the years hyung could– With pups!" Jimin
wiped his tears with the back of his hand, sitting up in his brother's lap to
look at him with despair in his eyes.
"H- hyung… could have mated ...with Baekhyun," Jimin stuttered, naming the
first Beta that his brother had vaguely been interested in, years ago. "Hyung
could have mated... Baekhyun liked hyung, t-too!" A bit quieter he added, "He
smelled like wild poppies."
Yoongi threw him an amused look at that, lips twitching as he took in Jimin's
sad face.
"You didn't talk much with the people in that pack, huh? ...not like they ever
treated you good enough for that, I guess..." Yoongi sighed as he pulled Jimin
closer, his fingers combing back through the boy’s disheveled locks "Don't you
know who claimed Baekhyun?" He asked, but he didn’t wait for Jimin to answer.
"One of the Alphas, Chanyeol. He ran back home and claimed him the second he
heard that Baekhyun presented– it was a bloodbath, he killed two other
suitors."
Jimin shuddered, scared but also intrigued, leaning into Yoongi's touch for
comfort. "I would have had to kill him, you know? But Chanyeol and Baekhyun...
they were in love. Baekhyun's crush on me was years ago–" Yoongi smiled and
tightened his fingers to tug on Jimin's locks. "You're not up-to-date with pack
gossip. What did you do all day when I left you at home, hmn?"
"Many things!" Jimin cried out.
"Really?" Yoongi laughed, fingers tugging on Jimin's locks again. Jimin pouted,
but was too exhausted to squirm away from him.
"But mating...isn't about love?" He asked timidly when Yoongi’s laughter
quieted into chuckles.
That stopped his brother’s amusement immediately, and Yoongi's eyes darkened as
he pulled his fingers from Jimin's locks.
Jimin looked up at him in confusion, hands clutching his brother's furs around
his body when Yoongi carefully took his face in his hands and tilted his head
up.
"Jimin, our lives are harsh and long and cruel. At least when we mate it should
be out of love."
Yoongi stroked his thumbs over Jimin's soft cheeks, fingertips sliding down the
scar in a pattern so familiar that Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut.
"Don't mate for anything but love, Jimin. Okay?"
Jimin leaned into his brother's touch, sleepy and comfortable as the calming
scent of autumn rain wrapped around him.
"Okay."
 
On the fifth night, the heat in Jimin's veins swelled to a burning fire that
left him screaming and sobbing into his brother's neck, until Yoongi was forced
to stop walking and search for a place to hide instead.
It was the night in which Jimin clung to his brother more dead than alive, his
eyes lifeless as pain wracked his body so bad that he fainted, only to wake up
screaming again. It was the night his brother contemplated to claim him, just
so that the agony would stop.
But Jimin cupped his brother's sunken cheeks in his twitching hands, delirious
and desperate as he begged him no. Snot and tears were smeared all over his
ashen face, but the look in his eyes was intense as he told Yoongi to just hold
him and nothing else.
"Please," he choked out, eyes full of tears as he clutched his brother's arms
so hard that the row of knuckles in his hands turned white. "Please! Hyung said
I need to mate for love and nothing else."
Yoongi wrapped his whole body around him that night, rocking him in his arms
while Jimin cried until there were no more tears inside of him.
By the time dawn broke, the pain had subsided into something bearable again and
Yoongi carried his lifeless body wordlessly, every step he took lessening the
pain as they finally reached the Southern territories.
 
The next night they were close enough to the sea to hear the endless rush of
waves in the far distance. By then, Jimin was mostly apathetic, the heat in his
body gone, but replaced with an icy cold that seemed to scare Yoongi even more.
Jimin was too exhausted to do much more than hang on with what little strength
was left in his weakening body, eyes shut and fluttering as he listened to his
curse and his brother crooning at him in turns.
They spent that night in the Southern pack’s territory, unnoticed, but close
enough for Jimin to feel the bond to his mates on a physical level for the
first time. In the morning, when they rose to cross the last remaining distance
to the pack, it suddenly came alive deep inside of him, so hot and intense that
his eyes flashed amber and a loud cry ripped from his throat, scaring Yoongi to
death.
Over the sudden rush of blood in his ears, Jimin thought that he heard
answering cries in the distance- ’Howls,’ his curse corrected him, while Yoongi
walked unbothered, seemingly unaware and only concentrated on calming him down
from his soft crying.
Jimin was too exhausted to talk, so he just clung tighter to his brother and
hoped that the howls had been nothing but a figment of his dazed imagination.
An hour later they reached the inner territory of the pack and Jimin’s eyes
rested on the trees, marked with such deep claw scratches that the howls from
before became frighteningly real. Something was weird, and potentially wrong,
but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his bond to his mates wrapped so
tightly around his body that he lay boneless in Yoongi’s arms now, too weak to
keep himself on his brother’s back.
They crossed the invisible border, and when the dense forest grew lighter and
fell behind them to make way for undergrowth, Jimin knew that they were about
to reach their destination. Yoongi, too, must have felt it, because his steps
became slower and more careful, his stance broadening just in case someone
decided to attack them. His eyes glanced around nervously, head tilted to
listen.
Jimin lifted his head from where he had buried it in his brother’s neck just in
time to see a group of Alphas stepping from behind a line of trees across from
them. They looked unlike anything Jimin had ever seen before in his life. Tall,
broad men, clad in skins not fur and linen, the bones of animals from the sea
adorning their necks, wrists and ankles in layered chains. He admired them with
tired eyes, his gaze following the artful pattern of tattoos on each of their
tanned skin. They looked so different from himself and Yoongi– from any other
Northern person, really. Somehow more in tune with the world around them, Jimin
thought with fading consciousness.
While he admired them quietly, his brother tensed up immediately. But Jimin
smelled no hostility in the air and whined quietly, his eyes amber again as he
looked up at Yoongi and shook his head. He knew that his brother wasn’t able to
smell the air like he could, but he wanted Yoongi to relax and to trust those
men. They were the reason they had ran South after all.
“We’re not here to hurt you,” one of the Alphas, a man with skin so dark that
it looked like the soil under their bare feet called out to them from the
distance. “We came for the moon child in your arms, Alpha. To bring him to his
mate.”
Yoongi blinked at that, but his body stiffened even more, uneasiness and
distrust thickening his fresh rain scent into that of a storm. Jimin felt dizzy
as he breathed it in, but his curse urged him to focus, to make Yoongi
understand that they had to go with the Alphas.
“Hyung,” he slurred, voice barely audible. “This is why we ran. Mates–” he
whispered, his vision blurring. “We need our mates.”
He hoped that Yoongi understood him, because Jimin felt the last bit of his
strength leaving his body when his eyes rolled backwards and he finally fainted
in his brother’s arms.
 
When he came to, he was lying in a nest of furs in a tent.
They felt soft and calming on his naked skin, the scent that was stuck to them
so heavenly good that he almost fainted back again.
He sobbed, incoherent and overwhelmed when out of nowhere an intense heat
surged through his veins. He rutted right into the furs, not even a sense of
shame holding him back as his curse cried an endless stream of ’Mates, mates,
mates, matesmatesmates–’ inside his head.
Jimin groaned, both his hands grabbing to pull and knead the thick furs, his
body sweating up in record time as shudders wrecked him all over. It should
have been impossible, but he smelled himself all of a sudden, his sweet and
intense wildflower scent, thick and cloying and suffocating in the small space
of the tent.
He had to be in his mates’ home, he thought, which only made him grind harder
and faster against the furs. There was the breathtaking scent of honey and
thyme in the air, and another that smelled like sea salt and lavender. Jimin
breathed the combined scents so deeply into his lungs that he choked, his eyes
rolling back as drool dripped from his mouth and slick started to slip out of
his frantically clenching asshole.
He reached behind for his wet opening, his mind completely blank as his curse
urged him to fill it up– only to howl in disappointment when Jimin plunged in
his own small fingers, the feeling so utterly unsatisfying that he whined
loudly in the silence of the tent.
He panted heavily, his small cock thrusting into the furs while his hips
stuttered back into his fingers, tears of frustration slipping down his flushed
cheeks before he broke into loud wails.
Where were his mates? Why did they leave him like this? Why didn’t they take
care of him, now that he was here?
Jimin sobbed, snot smearing into the furs as he pressed his face back into them
to inhale thyme and honey and sea salt and lavender. It calmed him down a
little, but it also made the fire in his veins pulse with want, his moans
blending into loud whines as he stabbed his fingers inside his wet hole to
reach for as deep as he could. It squelched filthily, the sound making him
blush even through his haze, but it also had the saliva in his mouth thickening
and the hunger in his abdomen clenching for more.
He could feel the way his womb throbbed with the need to be filled, his slick
thickening, too, as it slid down his channel and around his fingers to slip out
of his swollen hole and onto the furs.
Jimin’s toes curled, and he rutted down harder, his hardened nipples sliding
over the softness of the furs and making him moan in despair. He needed his
mates, he needed his mates!
But just when he thought that he was losing his mind, the cover over the tent
entrance was pulled aside and in stepped an old woman, an Omega, Jimin’s nose
supplied, closely followed by Yoongi. Jimin almost cried in disappointment, his
wide eyes frantically checking the entrance as if expecting his mates to come
in next.
He was so caught up in his thoughts and desire for them that he flinched
violently when the women put one of her cold hands on top of his fevery hot
forehead. He whined, distressed and incoherent, torn between reaching for his
brother or hiding in the furs. The woman silently pulled the furs up and around
his body for him, creating a real nest to calm him down. And to hide the sight
of his fingers that were stuck in his clenching asshole, Jimin thought as he
glanced at his brother in shame.
“It’s okay, Jimin,” Yoongi cooed when he whined in embarrassment, and for a
moment Jimin quieted down before the heat in his veins was back to consume his
sanity. His fingers moved on their own now, plunging deeper inside of him as he
thrusted his hips back and and rotated them. Somewhere at the back of his mind
he knew that Yoongi was still watching him, but he shoved that thought so far
away from himself that his mind blanked out for a moment.
“He needs his mate,” was the next thing he registered a good while later, when
the fire in his body dulled down for a moment.
The woman was speaking quietly to his brother. Her cool hands were checking on
his body again, and Jimin blinked when he realized that she was trying to feed
him water and that he was sitting up right on the furs with Yoongi helping him
to keep his balance. Had he blacked out again? Jimin glanced down at his lap in
confusion– and flushed bright red when he saw his small cock smeared with cum,
his thighs glossy with slick, and his fingers– his fingers–
He whimpered in utter shame, his mind recoiling from the fact that Yoongi had
watched him pleasure himself. As he was curling up in humiliation, his curse
rose to the surface of his conscious. It felt anxious, even through the thick
daze of his heat. Jimin felt that something was wrong, but it took him a while
to realize that his curse was worrying over the woman’s words.
’Mate!’ his curse cried out when Jimin was too slow to understand. ’Not mates–
she said ‘mate’. But we have two! And we need both!’
Dread spread thick and poisonously through his chest, and suddenly Jimin had
difficulties to breathe as it made him choke in utter despair. He sat up, eyes
flashing amber as he tried to struggle out of his brother’s arms. To his
wonder, Yoongi let go of him without a word, the woman, too, just looking at
him with wide eyes.
“What– what did you say?” She asked, her voice sounding too astonished in
Jimin’s ears, too unbelieving for the things he must have said out loud. “You
need both?” And then louder, and even more disbelieving, “You know that there
are two?!”
Jimin stared at her, eyes wide and desperate, his whole body shuddering and
cramping as he tried to hold back tears. It had her own eyes gleam amber,
before she reached to cup Jimin’s upset little face in her palms.
“They’re fighting, child. They’re deciding who gets to mate you.”
For a moment, Jimin stared up at her, unable to understand the sudden sadness
in her amber eyes. Then terror replaced the dread in his system, but it took
another second for him to realize why. It was an echo of Yoongi’s voice,
together with a memory of Baekhyun, the Beta his brother had used to like, that
made him understand. Baekhyun’s Alpha lover, Chanyeol, had fought and killed
other Alphas that had been interested in claiming him, Yoongi had said.
Jimin’s mouth fell open. Then panic, so intense that it took his breath away
and made his whole body double over in agony, shot through his system. He
screamed so loud that his throat almost snapped, his nails clawing the furs
blindly, as he lost himself in utter terror.
He had lost them. He had lost them before he had even met them. He had been so
close, they had been here– and he had lost them before he had made them his.
Jimin choked as his chest suffocated on panic too much for him to handle. His
stomach collapsed in a final shudder and he felt bile rising up his throat,
threatening to spill from his slack mouth as his insides twisted and turned in
agony.
But just when his body was on the edge of shutting down, a phantom of howls
rang through the air and had him snap up his head so fast that he heard the
bones of his neck creak.
Then, suddenly, his amber eyes flashed again. For a second Jimin’s whole body
went rigid, before he jumped to his feet with so much strength that his brother
and the Omega woman shouted in shock and fell away from him.
Jimin howled, his voice inhuman and full of despair, but he didn’t hear it,
couldn’t concentrate on anything but getting to his mates as fast as possible.
He had no eyes for the terrified face of his brother as his small body began to
shift and deform, had no ears for the woman screaming at him to stop it– that
he was too weak to transform. He was already somewhere else with his mind as
grey fur broke out all over his overheated skin.
When he jumped out of the tent he was rushing to his mates on four legs, but
Jimin didn’t realize this. Howls were stuck in his throat, his heart racing in
his chest as he followed the traces of thyme and lavender in the air, despair
making him plow through a crowd of foreign people without even caring to dodge
them.
He had to get to his mates. He had to stop them before one of them died–
Jimin howled when he reached the end of what must have been the Southern pack’s
central gathering place, his four legs carrying him through the woods as fast
as lightning. His mind still hadn’t caught up to what had happened to him, but
there was no time to stop and think.
Farther ahead where the trees stood dense again and where the sunlight only
broke in greenish rays through the thick canopy of the trees, sounds of a fight
unlike anything Jimin had ever heard before echoed off the air.
Howls, deeper and louder than his own, but blending into the most mournful
whines rung out, and Jimin felt his heart ache heavily in his chest when he
heard the endless grief in them. He ran faster and broke through a barrier of
thick underwood, and there they stood.
Two enormous wolves, facing each other with their teeth bared, blood and tears
staining their grey furs. They were both crying, even in wolf form. This close
to them, Jimin felt every wound, every physical and mental pain they went
through. It was horrible, it was heartbreaking. They didn’t want to fight, they
were dying internally. They were deeply in love with each other.
Jimin suffocated on despair and grief, pain wrecking through his body, so
overwhelming that he almost collapsed on the forest floor. But there was no
time for that, he was acting on pure instinct. Jimin screamed and jumped
between them just when they pushed to collide, about to kill each other.
Jimin howled– screamed in his head, too, when they knocked into him with their
teeth bared and their claws outstretched, their heavy bodies punching the
breath out of his body and making him see stars.
They both yelped in shock, first utterly startled, then in alarm, loud whines
and panicky howls leaving their throats as soon as they realized who exactly
was lying motionless on the forest ground between their bodies.
Jimin’s head hurt when an onslaught of emotion flooded their bond, panic and
pain and sudden bliss mixing with overwhelmed joy, despair and disbelief. It
was all so much that Jimin had to close his eyes, concentrating on not getting
lost somewhere in his head.
It was only when those gigantic beasts jumped back and crouched down and
whined, their wet muzzles nudging his body, that Jimin, on the edge of falling
unconscious again, suddenly realized what was actually going on.
 
His mates were wolves.
 
And he.... he was, too.
 
Jimin felt a weird sense of detachment nudging him away from the sudden horror
that he could feel rising inside of him. It had to be his curse taking over and
saving him from breaking down. All the fear and panic bled out of his system as
he stared up at his mates, a deep calm setting over him and into their bond,
making them quiet down and relax while it left him exhausted and breathing in
their scents to keep himself from fainting.
Thyme and honey was closest to him, the wolf to his right whose muzzle was
bleeding from a deep gash running over it horizontally. The wolf’s eyes were a
deep, warm brown, different from the one to his left, whose eyes were pitch
black. Both wolves looked at him with something akin to awe, but mixed with so
much worry that Jimin felt his heart ache again. In his whole life, the only
one who had ever looked at him like that had been his brother.
He curled up, startling out of his calm when he realized that he still had four
legs and a body different from what he had expected. But before he could panic
from the reality of the surreal situation, his curse was there to grip his
sanity and to soothe him.
’It’s fine, pup. This is fine, don’t be scared.’
Jimin whined, the sound making both his mates whine loudly as well as they
nuzzled him frantically, worry and panic evident in their eyes and in the way
they moved. They probably thought that they had hurt him, but Jimin didn’t feel
any pain, only a deep sense of relief that they were both alive.
’Look at them,’ his curse preened, voice wavering with emotion as their mates
nudged and licked him, desperate to have him unharmed. They knew exactly who he
was. ’Our mates, pup! So strong, and both only for us!’
Jimin curled up at that, still uncomfortable in his new body, but the panic was
subdued now, the absurdity and horror of the moment still there and still
unexplained, but everything was coming through a heavy curtain, his curse’s
soul acting like a barrier between him and the things that scared him.
’You can turn back into our human form, pup. I’ll help you–’
Jimin shuddered, pushing his curse’s words away from himself, because he had no
energy left to wonder about them. He let it guide him through the motions,
until he reached the part deep inside where his human soul was waiting. It
welcomed him with open arms, embracing him tightly, and when Jimin opened his
eyes he was already shifting back into the body he was used to.
In less than a minute, Jimin had his crooked fingers back to touch his swollen
face, one of them tracing the scar on his cheek to make sure that he had really
turned back into himself. He hugged his bruised knees to his chest, flushing a
deep pink when he realized that he was naked and still between the two wolves
that yipped and sniffed him excitedly now that he was a human.
There was nothing but excitement in their bond now. That and some vague hues of
disbelief, but all the agony was gone. Jimin felt so relieved and light headed
that he was swaying slightly, but the scent of his mates was grounding him, the
darkness bleeding into his vision disappearing as he gained consciousness by
the second.
The wolf to the left, smelling like lavender and sea salt, was the first to
lick his human skin. It came so unexpected that Jimin had no time to flinch
back, but when the other wolf started to lick him as well he whined and backed
away.
With their scents around him, on him, and with only his weak human body as a
vessel, the heat in his veins returned quickly, and Jimin felt how he was
losing himself to it. So much for staying conscious, he thought, resigned. But
he had to make sure that they wouldn’t kill each other before he was completely
gone.
”Change!” He demanded, his voice full of his curse’s spellbinding timbre.
They did so immediately. Jimin’s curse had a tight grip on him when he watched
them shift and shrink, their movements grotesque and the heavy pants and groans
of pain more than unsettling. But it was over in an instant, and then two
handsome Alphas stood in front of him, quickly sitting down and reaching for
him as soon as they caught their breath.
Jimin squeaked and flushed an even deeper shade of pink, because they were all
naked, and because they were pressing him so tightly into their embrace that he
felt everything.
They smelled so good.
This close to their necks, their heavy and warm and beautifully combined scent
was overwhelming. Jimin tried to hold onto his embarrassment to anchor himself,
but thyme and lavender was spinning in his head, dazing him until he hung in
their arms helplessly, weakly clutching his own fingers.
“You’re here,” one of them muttered against his neck, voice surprisingly deep,
and his warm and soft and perfect lips slid over the heated skin under his
chin. Jimin tipped his head back for him– it was the one who had been injured
on his muzzle as a wolf– to give him more space, but that had the other leaning
down to kiss him, the scent of lavender sipping into his mouth to sit heavy on
his tongue.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” the one kissing his neck muttered again.
Jimin couldn’t believe that they had been about to kill each other not even
five minutes ago, and that now they were here.
’Don’t forget why you came to find them,’ his curse chided him in his head, but
Jimin heard how blissed out it was, how absolutely pleased and overjoyed it
felt as it curled up in his soul.
It was right, though. Before Jimin got lost in their arms and his heat again,
he had to make sure that no one could take them away from him– not even they,
themselves.
“I–” he started, but moaned into the mouth still caressing his own when large
hands started to roam over his heated body. They slid over his skin with enough
pressure to make him arc into the touch, leaving traces of fire on his skin,
the kind that tingled instead of burned. He closed his eyes to focus, but lost
himself in the feel of lips and tongues and fingers instead.
’Pup!' His curse reprimanded, and Jimin leaned away from the one kissing him,
gasping for breath as he told them to stop.
“I’m claiming you both!” He gasped out, breathless, when they finally listened
to him. His voice was full of his curse’s timbre again, but this time because
they were both saying this together. It was what they both wanted, what they
both needed so much.
At the way his mates looked at him, though, Jimin felt the sudden rush of
courage that had helped him to talk to them like this pouf away into thin air.
He shrunk in their embrace, cheeks flushing pink as he tried to hide behind his
knees. But of course they wouldn’t let him.
Hands slid up his body, curling around his chin to lift his head, cupping his
soft cheeks to make him feel safe. They looked down at him, and their eyes were
suddenly filled with so much unspoken, deep emotion that Jimin had to hold his
breath for a moment.
“You want us both?” Thyme and honey asked, his beautiful cat-like eyes shining
full of hope. Jimin had only enough sense left to nod, all his attention on the
Alpha’s ethereal face.
They were both so devastatingly handsome– even though thyme and honey had that
gash across his nose. Lavender and sea salt’s face was untouched, Jimin checked
when that Alpha turned his head in his palms to kiss him again, but when he let
go of him Jimin saw deep claw marks running down his torso.
He frowned at that, pain twisting like a knife in his chest as he looked up at
them to nod again. Never again– he’d never allow anything evil to touch those
two ever again.
“I want you both,” he whispered, his amber eyes meeting thyme and honey’s cat-
like ones, before Jimin dropped his gaze to the ground, too shy to face the
emotion still evident in the Alpha’s eyes. “Don’t–” he stuttered, “Don’t
fight.”
This time thyme and honey’s large hands closed around lavender’s still cupping
Jimin’s cheeks to pull him in for a deep kiss. Jimin’s chest fluttered when he
kissed back, unsure of what he was doing, but so eager, his curse purring
loudly in his head while the heat in his body sang jubilantly in his veins.
“I’m Taehyung,” thyme and honey said when he finally leaned back with swollen
lips. “And this is Jeongguk,” he introduced lavender and sea salt, who was
still holding Jimin in his arms. Jimin quietly muttered his own name, cheeks
tinting pink when he saw their smiles widen on both their faces. Their bond
vibrated between them in bliss, filling them with so much happiness that Jimin
felt lightheaded again. They sat in silence for a while, Jimin’s two Alphas
inhaling his scent, their hands roaming over his body restlessly as if still
disbelieving that he was really here in their arms.
“We waited for the day you’d come. But we always knew that we’d have to fight.”
Jimin lowered his head at that, hiding it against his chest, but Taehyung
tilted it up again, shaking his own beautiful head to make sure that Jimin
didn’t feel guilty. “Thank you,” he said when Jimin was looking up at him
again. “For saving me from killing my most important person.”
The Alpha still holding Jimin, Jeongguk, snorted at that, finally opening his
mouth to speak, surprising Jimin with how soft his voice was. “I think what you
wanted to say is ‘thank you for keeping Jeongguk from killing me’.”
Jimin looked up at that, but both Alphas were smiling at each other, looking so
beautiful and happy that Jimin felt suffocated again.
Oh, he thought when he saw the depth of their mutual love shining in their
eyes. It made his cheeks tint pink again, a warm feeling of home and happiness
spreading in his chest and curling beautifully around his swelling heart. They
were so so so perfect. How were they even real– he couldn’t believe that he got
to call them his mates. He felt as if he was dreaming.
“Claim us.”
That certainly woke him up again. Jimin flinched, eyes wide open as he stared
up at them.
“You need to bite us,” Jeongguk answered his unspoken question. “But in your
other form.”
His other form, Jimin thought, feeling slightly nauseous again. He couldn’t
believe that he had turned into a wolf– and that both his mates were able to do
the same. Was this why they were mates? Because they could do this? Was it
another curse?
The thought shot like a bolt through his system as it made him realize
something essential.
“You’re– you’re soleborn!” He gasped when he finally understood that they were
cursed, too, that them turning into wolves must have been what all the others
had been so afraid of.
“Soleborn?” Taehyung asked as he pulled him flat against his chest so that he
could bury his nose in Jimin’s locks. “Is that what your pack calls those
blessed by the moon?”
Blessed? Jimin thought, but didn’t say a thing, all the years of misery pulsing
in the scar on his face and all over his bruised body. He nodded eventually,
bedding his head in the crook of Taehyung’s shoulder while allowing Jeongguk to
kiss down his neck.
“Claim us,” was whispered down his spine and into his brown locks, so soft that
Jimin felt himself flush pink again. They were still sitting on the forest
floor, naked, but Jimin felt hot and safe in their arms, content to be held
like this.
"You don’t need to hesitate. My Alpha accepts you– it wants you so much– i want
you so much,” Taehyung murmured.
Jimin felt the fire in his veins intensifying at that, his body reacting, too,
as it finally gave into the heat and started to prepare him for his mates. He
whimpered in embarrassment when his ass started to slick up again, but both his
mates hushed him when he sobbed. Their bond throbbed with want, lust flooding
it in intense waves which had Jimin gasping for breath.
It was then, that Jungkook's hands slipped down to have his fingers rub
soothingly over his wet hole while Taehyung’s large hands slid up and down his
sides.
“We’ll take care of you,” Jeongguk murmured, already sinking his digits into
Jimin’s heat, but Taehyung told him to wait, cooing at Jimin when he whined.
“We want you as our Omega,” he said, his hands cupping Jimin’s face again, one
of his thumbs stroking the long scar that his birth pack had burned into his
cheek. “But what about you? Does your Omega accept us?”
“My Omega?” Jimin had difficulties to think through the haze spreading in his
mind.
“The wolf in you,” Jeongguk muttered. Now that he had his hands free again he
wrapped them around Jimin to pull him back against his chest, away from
Taehyung who looked like he was a second from snatching Jimin back into his own
arms. It made Jimin smile, even though he still didn’t understand.
“Only those blessed by the moon can change into wolves,” Taehyung explained
quietly, confirming what Jimin had suspected already. “That voice in your head,
that other you… it’s your Omega wolf. Your other form.”
Jimin sagged into Jeongguk’s arms at that, his heart beating painfully fast in
his chest when he realized that his curse...wasn’t a curse. It was his Omega
wolf. His other self. The wolf he had become when he had ran to his mates.
It was a magic the Omega elder in his birth-pack hadn’t possessed, something no
one understood. And therefore called it a curse.
“Does it accept us?” Jeongguk asked this time, and Jimin wanted to tell him how
he had always felt him and Taehyung in their bond, how he had heard their
voices and how he had let them lull him to sleep in all the years he had
yearned to be with them.
“So much,” he choked out instead, lifting his heavy, exhausted arms to wrap
them around them with his last strength, so so happy to be with them, finally.
 
-
 
They carried him back to their pack, clad in nothing but the fresh claim marks
on all their necks.
Jimin was clinging to Jeongguk, holding on tightly and hiding his face as
people around them whispered in wonder. Taehyung was walking beside them, both
his hands holding one of Jimin’s, occasionally lifting it up to his lips to
press kisses into it.
The Southern pack’s elders awaited them, all soleborn, Jimin realized when
Jeongguk carefully sat him down in front of their wolf-forms. Behind them,
Jimin saw his brother waiting for him. Yoongi’s eyes were wide in uneasiness
and pitch-black in his too pale face, but Jimin hoped that he was accepting of
everything, even though things were happening so fast.
He smiled at him, hoping for the best and felt his chest swell with affection
when Yoongi pulled himself together and smiled back at him.
The elders, three in this pack, too, to represent each division, stood up to
bless and validate their claim. Each of them came closer and crouched low to
nose the fresh bite marks that they had left on each other. It was a moment of
truth that had the whole pack holding its breath.
There had never been a claim between more than two people before, but when the
elders stared deep into Jimin’s eyes he met their gazes calmly, sure of his
decision and not willing to compromise or back down. He wanted them both. He
needed them. It had always been the two of them and he wouldn’t allow anyone to
take them away from him.
The determined expression in his eyes softened to love without him noticing it,
but it was the depth of his emotion which had the elders finally shifting back
to their human forms to declare to the pack that they blessed and allowed the
claim between those three children of the moon.
Jimin was lifted back up into Jeongguk’s arms instantly, but it was Taehyung
who kissed him first. “You’re here,” he repeated his words from back in the
woods. “You’re really here, and ours. You’re in our arms and we’re all
together.”
“Let him breathe, Tae,” Jeongguk muttered quietly, but he, too, was smiling so
hard that the skin around the outer edge of his eyes and on the ridge of his
nose crinkled.
Jimin committed this detail to memory, together with the shape of Taehyung’s
lips when he turned to smile full of happiness, his long lashes fanning over
the apple of his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He looked at them with utter adoration in his eyes, a feeling of endless and
absolute love filling him up entirely. His heart felt full, but it was the most
beautiful feeling of the world.
They kissed him in turns on their way to their tent. Jimin blushed bright red
when they lowered him on their furs, because they were clearly soiled,
unmistakably ruined and soaked in his heavy wildflower scent.
Maybe they didn’t mind it that much, he realized when he saw their pupils
dilate and the look in their eyes change to hunger. It made his whole body
throb in anticipation, his body heating up immediately, but the burn that came
with it now oddly pleasant.
He knew that they would help him, that his mates would take care of him. It
made him relax into the furs, cheeks still pink because of his naked state, but
arcing into their touch when they both lied down next to him, thyme and honey
to his right again, and lavender and sea salt to his left.
Jimin felt his own wildflower scent spread into the air to mingle with theirs,
creating a perfume of such intensity that for a moment he saw himself standing
in a field of forest flowers, right next to the sea.
He blinked and his eyes were amber again, a smile spreading on his lips when
they leaned in to nuzzle the bite marks they had left on both sides of his
neck.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk groaned, and the barely concealed growl in his voice had
Jimin’s stomach clench in excitement. Shudders rushed down his spine and his
legs spread unconsciously, his warm scent intensifying in the air.
Slick slipped out of his hole, smearing between his ass cheeks and behind his
balls as he squirmed on the furs. He felt his hole twitching in anticipation,
his womb aching to be filled. He felt almost delirious when Taehyung turned him
around to face him, his beautiful face with that gash across his nose smiling
down at him.
Oh, Jimin was so in love.
“There’s something we want to do,” Taehyung told him before he leaned down and
kissed Jimin until all the air in his lungs was gone and his lips swollen and
pink.
“It’s a tradition,” Jeongguk added softly from behind, his hands cupping
Jimin’s ass, now that Taehyung had turned him around. “We want to give you
something.”
Jimin moaned when Jeongguk’s hands spread his cheeks, the warm air in the tent
oddly cold against his exposed hole. He heard Jeongguk groan throatily behind
him, but couldn’t turn around to kiss him better, Taehyung still holding him in
his arms.
“It’s a tradition,” Taehyung said, too, and Jimin tried to focus, but Jeongguk
was dipping one of his fingers into his hole, making it twitch and shudder
around it as the Alpha circled the rough pad of his broad thumb over the wet
and giving velvet of Jimin’s soft flesh.
“Oh, please–” he sobbed, and then cried out when Jeongguk pulled his hole open
with the same thumb to sink a different finger in.
“Jimin,” Taehyung cooed and leaned in to catch his sweet moans with his mouth.
“Are you listening?”
But Jimin was really not. Jeongguk was spreading him open with two fingers now,
both so deep inside him that Jimin choked, his hard knuckles massaging the rim
of his hole deliciously as he circled his fingers round and round. Jimin felt
as if his insides were liquefying, following the motion of the Alpha’s fingers
as everything was starting to spin.
Jimin was gasping for air when Jeongguk slid his fingers out of him, and only
mildly embarrassed when his hole spurt out a thick wave of slick as if trying
to beckon the Alpha back in.
“God,” Jeongguk groaned, his wet fingers curling around Jimin’s hips to grip
them tightly. “I want to breed you– you’re so perfect.”
Jimin’s throat was feeling too tight to speak so he just nodded, pushing his
hips back eagerly and reaching behind to spread himself, his hands slipping on
his own glossy flesh. His hole was gaping, glistening wet and still leaking
slick, his twitching rim already rubbed pink and swollen.
“Such a beautiful, perfect Omega,” Taehyung crooned from the front, his hands
sliding around Jimin to wrap his arms around him, while Jeongguk added, “So
good for us, so so good for us,” his fingers back to tease Jimin’s hole.
Jimin whined, his ass lifting higher to beg Jeongguk in, but the Alpha only
gripped his hips tighter in his one hand as if steeling himself for something.
The fingers of his other hand kept rubbing his rim, making Jimin’s head buzz
with a sudden alertness. He blinked his eyes a few times to get through the
heavy haze in his mind, trying to focus for them. His Alphas immediately
noticed when he was back with them and smiled down at him.
“Let us pierce you?” Taehyung, still so composed, still just holding him in his
arms, asked him.
Jimin felt Jeongguk press flat against him from the back, wrapping all around
him to rut against the swell of his ass, and asked himself how Taehyung did it,
how he was so sane when he and Jeongguk had already lost themselves in the fire
of his heat.
“P-pierce?” He asked, voice weak when Jeongguk’s hard cock slipped between his
wet ass cheeks and ground through them, the broad head of his cock dipping into
his throbbing hole on every upstroke.
“Gguk, stop it for a second!”
Jimin groaned when Jeongguk stilled, the Alpha’s breath heavy and hot and damp
on his neck when he tried to calm down and let go of Jimin.
It took a while, but when Jeongguk finally leaned away, Taehyung took one of
Jimin’s shaking hands and lifted it up to his own earlobe where a heavy stud,
made entirely out of bone, sat in a small hole. Jimin, still flushed and needy,
admired the pale white of the bone as good as he could, brows furrowing when he
saw that it was carved artfully.
“I made this. It will be yours,” Taehyung said, the serious expression in his
eyes softening when he saw how overwhelmed Jimin looked all of a sudden.
“Jeongguk has one, too. The one for your other ear. It’s a tradition… before we
mate. But,” he hesitated, unsure when he let go of Jimin’s hand and reached out
for the Omega’s untouched earlobes. “But we don’t have to do this– it’s gonna
hurt and you’re in heat–”
“Do it.”
Jimin’s voice was calm, despite the depth of the many emotion that were
suffocating him from the inside, despite the lust driving him crazy with want.
Behind him, Jeongguk had gone still, as if he had sobered up over Taehyung’s
words.
For a second it was utterly silent in the tent. Then both reached out for him,
caressing his body and kissing him before steeling themselves. They hesitated
for only a moment, but they didn’t ask him if he was sure, didn’t doubt the
sincerity of his words when he had given them permission.
Jimin closed his eyes and sobbed when they leaned in with their teeth bared,
both biting through his flesh with sharp canines at the same time, making him
scream for a second, before their tongues lapped apologetically around the
wounds they had given him.
He was floating somewhere in his head when they reached to pull their piercings
out of their flesh to slide them into Jimin’s, but he came back to his senses
when they kissed the tears from his cheeks and embraced him so tightly that
there was nothing but thyme and lavender in his lungs.
“I love you,” Taehyung whispered against his lips. Jimin felt more tears
slipping down his cheeks, but Jeongguk was kissing them away while Taehyung
rubbed at his own wet eyes. “I only ever loved Jeongguk, but I feel like I’ve
known you my whole life long. I love you Jimin.”
Their bond flared with devotion so deep and intense that there was no doubt
between them. Jimin felt his eyes tearing up again when he felt Jeongguk’s love
flood their connection, the feeling finally settling the bound between them in
a way that made them all breathe in synchronicity.
I’m the same, Jimin wanted to say it with words, but he was so overwhelmed, so
exhausted. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, his lips slack as he leaned back
against Jeongguk’s broad body, feeling safe and warm and beautiful.
Everything felt so good now. Everything felt right. He was in the arms of his
mates, he was perfect.
Jimin listened to them lick around the piercings in his ears, their tongues
warm, their lips soft as they desperately tried to make it better. But he
wasn’t in pain. He was content like this, curled up in their arms as they
groomed him. It had warmth spreading through his chest again, the pulsing in
his ears traveling down his body and leaving it throbbing for more as his heat
trickled back into his system.
When Jimin felt it surging through his veins again, he carefully sat up and
turned in the cage of his mates’ arms to look at them. They were both staring
up at him with wide eyes, their dark hair disheveled and hanging half into
their foreheads. They looked so devastatingly handsome that Jimin felt a weird
sense of despair in his gut. He needed them– god, he wanted them so much.
“Don’t stop–” he spluttered out when Taehyung tilted his head in question and
Jeongguk reached out for him to quell his distress. “Don’t stop this time.
Whatever it is… please don’t stop, please.”
Jeongguk’s hand closed around his thin forearm, bringing Jimin back down
against his broad chest with one forceful tug before the Omega had even closed
his mouth. They were back to chest, the position making it easy for the Alpha
to lean down and kiss him. His lips were on Jimin’s immediately, spreading
lavender all over his tongue as he clung helplessly to his mate. Jeongguk’s
hands were gripping him tightly, one sliding down to cup an ass cheek only to
pull it aside for Taehyung, who leaned down to lick up the length of his hole.
Jimin screamed, but Jeongguk was still kissing him, swallowing down his sobs
and moans when Taehyung’s tongue circled his twitching rim and dipped inside
his channel.
“M...mates–” he stammered out as soon as Jeongguk leaned back to let him
breathe, but his lips were captured in another kiss before he could say
anything more.
Spit dripped down his chin when Taehyung closed his mouth around his hole and
sucked, pulling thick slick from his channel and gulping it down, the sound so
filthy and the suction so good that Jimin’s toes curled and his hips twitched
uncontrollably. He was crying, he was screaming and moaning, but Taehyung was
still sucking and kissing and licking and probing into his insides, tearing him
apart so much that the only thing holding him together were Jeongguk’s strong
arms around his wrecked body.
Taehyung only stopped when Jeongguk’s hand nudged him aside, his thick fingers
replacing Taehyung’s tongue as they sunk deep inside, eliciting the most
filthiest squelching sounds from Jimin’s wet hole. Jimin felt as if his solid
form was melting around Jeongguk’s fingers. His hips tried to sink lower onto
them, desperate to have them reach his throbbing womb, but they were just
probing, feeling around for something that Jimin didn’t care to understand.
“He’s wide open, Gguk,” Taehyung muttered.
Jimin glanced down between his thighs where the Alpha was still leaning close
to his hole, almost fainting when Taehyung met his gaze and grinned up at him,
his lips and chin smeared with slick and spit. He rubbed it all off with the
back of his hand and then crawled up Jimin’s body to kiss him, making Jeongguk
huff as Taehyung, too, leaned against the Alpha’s chest and made him carry both
their weight now.
Jimin arced up into Taehyung’s hard body while they kissed, the tip of his
small cock digging into the Alpha’s hard stomach and rubbing up and down his
tense muscles. Taehyung’s own cock was hard and heavy against the inside of
Jimin’s thigh, the wet tip leaving traces of precum on his skin as the Alpha
moved his hips against Jimin’s. Jimin’s eyes rolled backwards at the feeling,
his hole spurting out even more slick to coat Jeongguk’s fingers still buried
inside of him.
“Oh– oh please,” he cried, grinding his hips as good as he could to meet
Taehyung’s thrusts. His desperate plea had Jeongguk slipping his fingers out of
him to grip the underside of his knees instead, effectively pulling Jimin’s
legs up and folding them to his chest. His bony knees rested on his hardened
nipples as he was spread and presented to Taehyung.
Jimin felt his hole twitch around nothing, the slick that was slipping out of
him so viscid that it made wet sounds whenever his opening flexed and
unclenched. Jimin was too desperate for cock to feel ashamed about it anymore,
his legs spreading even wider as he pushed to lift his lower body, eager to
have Taehyung fill him up.
“Alpha,” He breathed out between kisses. “Alpha– please”
Taehyung cupped his face as he leaned down to kiss him again and swallowed his
cry as he slid his hard cock inside without a warning. They both groaned, their
damp breaths mixing in their mouths. Above them Jeongguk’s hands grabbed harder
around Jimin's knees when the Omega instinctively sucked in his stomach and
tightened his ass around Taehyung’s thick cock.
Jimin was delirious, Taehyung was so thick that his rim stuck to the Alpha’s
cock and rubbed itself raw as it plunged inside his body and clung to it on the
way out.
He reached out with his hands to grip at something– anything, his fingers
curling into Taehyung’s thick locks as he panted and cried out in pleasure. His
eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped wide open as he trembled in the Alpha's
strong hold. The way Taehyung’s cock was scraping his insides was so so so
good, making him sob in pleasure as he tightened his ass and pushed his hips to
meet the Alpha's rough thrusts. His asshole was wet and sloppy, making loud and
obscene noises, and Jimin clenched his ass cheeks, trying to grip the Alpha's
thick length tighter as he sucked his stomach in to the point of feeling his
muscles cramp.
Taehyung groaned, his voice thick and throaty as he leaned in to rest his
forehead on Jimin’s, spit dripping down from his open lips and into Jimin’s
mouth, making honey and thyme explode on his tongue. Taehyung fucked harder and
faster into Jimin’s pliant body, the Omega sobbing at every press of his
Alpha’s cock against his insides, loving the way it teared him up and forced
him to open wider with every slam against his quivering walls.
He could feel him swelling inside of him, Taehyung’s cock feeling even thicker
and heavier as it pierced forward, breaching the opening to his womb. Jimin’s
whole body shook at that, lightning cutting through his senses as everything
inside him clenched and screamed for the Alpha to penetrate his womb again, to
stuff it full of his cum and plug it up with his knot.
Jimin didn’t even realize that he was crying, his mouth wet with saliva as he
babbled and slurred and begged for Taehyung to knot him, to breed him, to fill
him up and make him carry his pups, please Alpha, please– pleasepleaseplease–
The sight fueled Taehyung’s hips to slap even harder against Jimin’s bruising
ass, triggering Jimin’s womb to open up desperately, waiting to snap shut
around the Alpha's cock head to secure his cum in his body. Taehyung groaned at
the additional suction on his sensitive cock head, his mouth falling open in
pleasure as his knot swelled at the base of his cock, already buried inside of
Jimin and stretching the Omega’s swollen rim.
He knocked Jeongguk's hands from around Jimin's knees and pulled him away from
where he still leaned on Jeongguk’s chest, making Jimin fall onto his own
instead so that he was laying on top, thrusting his tiny cock across Taehyung’s
abs while he sobbed and clenched around the knot in his ass. Taehyung’s knot
swelled to a painful girth, stretching Jimin’s hole to the limit, so much that
Jeongguk whined from behind and leaned down to lick at it, his tongue lapping
at Jimin’s sore rim and the thick knot still buried inside and stretching it so
unforgivingly.
Jimin sobbed into Taehyung’s neck, completely overstimulated, and suddenly bit
him, the Omega wolf in him running entirely on instincts and reaching
desperately to the surface of their conscious, just before their first Alpha
mate would fill them up and claim them entirely. Taehyung groaned, deep and
guttural, his neck straining hard as he tensed all over, his knot swelling just
a fraction more, making Jimin scream before hot and thick cum burst from the
Alpha’s bulbous cock head, flooding his channel and filling his womb.
Jimin sobbed and heard Taehyung doing the same above him, the Alpha’s chest
heaving so hard that Jimin’s whole body shuddered on top of him.
 
Jimin was crying when he was able to see and hear and feel again, his body
still flat on top of Taehyung’s, both of them still connected, his womb
throbbing as it was filled with more and more cum. Jimin groaned, his asshole
clenching around Taehyung’s knot, but to his surprise it was already shrinking,
making him furrow his brows in confusion.
“Welcome back,” Taehyung cooed at him next when he lifted his head to check on
the Alpha. “We were both gone for a while, but it took you a bit longer to find
back here, hmn?”
Two pairs of arms were wrapped around him, and when Jimin turned his head he
saw that Jeongguk was pressed flat to Taehyung’s side, one of his thick legs
thrown over theirs to intertwine, his arms around Jimin, though, while his head
lay in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Jeongguk’s lips were kiss swollen and
Jimin felt his own tug up into a smile when he realized what they had been
doing while waiting for him to wake up, curled up in the safety of their arms.
’Our beautiful perfect mates,’ his curse– his Omega wolf crooned in his head.
Jimin agreed quietly, his hands uncurling from where he had them pressed to his
chest, reaching for both his Alphas. They took his hands in their own warm
ones, rising them to their mouths to kiss them, making Jimin blush at the way
they both looked at him so fondly.
“You’re older than us, but you’re like a baby,” Jeongguk muttered, reminding
Jimin that ...yeah, his mates had been born for him, not the other way around.
Maybe the way he wasn’t accepted into a pack at birth and only ever had his
brother’s love to survive on had been the reason that he had been given two. To
compensate, maybe– or maybe fate had just wanted to give him back as much as he
had been missing.
Jimin pouted, still dazed at the way Taehyung was filling him up. But he leaned
into their touch when they came for him, head tilting up when their lips
pressed against his neck to kiss the bite marks they had left on him and to
close around the piercings throbbing in his lobes.
They kissed until Taehyung’s knot slipped out of his body, and then there were
Jeongguk’s hands that wrapped around him to pull him down and onto their furs,
turning him onto his back before lavender and sea salt closed around him from
all sides.
Jeongguk was broader than Taehyung, Jimin’s legs spreading wider for him to
settle comfortably between his thighs. His cock, too, spread him wider when he
slid it in, but before Jimin could think about what that would mean for the
knot he’d eventually have to take, Jeongguk’s lips closed around his and made
him forget.
Compared to Taehyung, Jeongguk was slower, his hips thrusting more languidly.
His thick cock pushed easily through the mess of cum and slick inside of
Jimin’s body, the tip reaching his womb on every upstroke, teasing it to open
up for him. Jimin was trembling around him, his thighs squeezing tightly around
Jeongguk’s waist, pulling him in, wordlessly begging him to sink in even
deeper.
One of the Alpha’s hands was buried in Jimin’s hair, tugging on his soft locks,
the other wrapped tightly around his cock. Jimin was arcing into it with every
thrust of his own hips, mewling desperately when Jeongguk tightened his hold on
him and made him see stars.
The fire in Jimin’s veins was so good now, the burning pain gone, leaving him
with nothing but desire, a need to be used and filled until he was choking on
their cum. He reached blindly for Taehyung, needing both their hands on him
suddenly, and sobbed in bliss when his mates grabbed him, anchoring him as
Jeongguk spread his legs wider, pushing one up and over his shoulder to thrust
deeper, reaching for his womb.
Jimin was on the verge of passing out again, but this time from a blissed out
haze of happiness, his small body twitching and jolting at Jeongguk’s every
thrust, nerve ends tingling hypersensitive as they shot lighting impulses of
pleasure to his brain.
He shuddered, small sobs leaving his slack lips as he sucked in his swollen
stomach and tightened around Jeongguk. He was so close again, his cock
twitching uncontrollably in the Alpha’s warm hand, drooling precum as he rutted
desperately, so eager to cum. His fingers were twitching in his mates’ hands,
toes curling into the soft furs as stabs of orgasmic pleasure jolted through
his body.
Everything was hazy again, his head swirling and his mouth slack as he drooled.
Jeongguk was still thrusting into him, his pace slipping out of control as
Jimin clenched and twitched, arced and rutted against him. His eyes darkened, a
low growl escaping his hips as he started to thrust harder, his hand letting go
of Jimin’s spent cock to wrap his wet palm around the Omega’s hip instead,
gripping it hard to thrust faster and deeper.
Jimin was crying again, his body hypersensitive as Jeongguk fucked it harder
and harder into the furs, chasing his own orgasm. He screamed when the pace
picked up again, the first swell of Jeongguk’s forming knot already forcing him
to open up wider than he expected.
He choked on his own saliva, his eyes rolling backwards, but the sharp pain of
the growing knot had him anchored to the here and now, unable to slip into
unconsciousness. He sobbed out, his rim burning around the fat swell stretching
it open. In the span of a few heartbeats, Jeongguk’s knot had swollen so much
that it had to be forced in and out of him now, the internal suction having the
soft and stretched flesh of his rim dragging as it clung frantically to the
Alpha's cock. Jeongguk’s knot pushed his pink glistening flesh right back
inside, but the feeling was turning Jimin’s stomach, or maybe that was
Jeongguk’s cock, piercing forcefully through him and bulging it out from the
inside as it finally burst with cum.
Jimin gasped, his whole body shuddering as he was filled to the brim. Above
him, Jeongguk was moaning, soft growls mixing with sobs as his orgasm dragged
on and on, Jimin's body clenching around him, milking him to the last drop,
unwilling to let go. Pulse after pulse of cum spurted inside of him, and Jimin
felt his womb swell up with it, so much that his stomach inflated, the feeling
both weird and pleasing.
He reached out for it with shaking hands, caressing the swell in open-mouthed
wonder, his tired mind too blank to think of anything but the weird sense of
security the sight gave him.
'Pups,' his Omega wolf whispered to him, tired but sated, finally. 'We'll carry
their pups. A litter of soleborns, pup! Enough for all of our arms.'
 
Jimin felt tears slide down his cheeks at that and took a last shuddering
breath before he let go and finally fell unconscious.
Around him, his mates carefully lifted him up to lay him flat on Jeongguk's
body. The Alpha stretched sideways on the furs to leave Taehyung enough place
to curl up next to them, Jimin safely between them.
They stared at each other over the tuft of Jimin's soft hair, eyes fluttering
shut as they leaned in to kiss.
For a small moment they were all connected. Their bond closed around them with
finality, the feeling of it connecting them for life making them sob into their
kiss.
But it made them feel something else, too, something taking form in the depth
of Jimin's womb, fast and undetected still, invisible to the eye, but glowing
in their bond. Already, it was expanding, making place for more life to connect
to them, and the Alphas leaned down to nuzzle Jimin's soft cheeks, their lips
tear-stained as they laughed and cried.
Taehyung reached for Jeongguk's hand, intertwining their fingers and resting
them on the soft swell of Jimin's stomach, barely visible from where it was
pressed against Jeongguk's chest.
 
They looked at each other and smiled.
 
 
-
 
When Jimin's mates were young, everyone had thought that one day they’d turn
out to be mates. Taehyung was born first, Jimin learned, and then a year later
Jeongguk had followed. They had been raised as mates, until the day they had
presented.
Jimin’s birth-pack had been right about how moon children, soleborns, were
always born in pairs. When both had presented as Alphas, their pack had
realized that their Omega mate was lost. But their love for each other, groomed
and blooming over years, wasn’t something that ended then. It only continued to
grow while they waited for the day they’d meet their mate.
Jimin learned that he had always been supposed to be born here, in his mother’s
pack, but that his father had taken her with him far up north to his own pack.
“He met her years after my mother had passed away,” Yoongi had explained when
the Southern pack had realized that Jimin was the soleborn child of one of
their own. “But shortly after mating her he died. After that, she only lived
long enough to give birth to Jimin, before she died, too.”
Jimin learned that Yoongi and his father’s pack was doomed, that the dwindling
birthrates and the lack of Omegas meant that the moon wasn’t blessing them any
more. Because of that, the Southern pack, the only one embracing their moon
children, didn’t allow their own to mate with outsiders, but Jimin’s mother had
been so young and so in love that no one had had the heart to stop her from
following her mate.
“And they go and abuse the treasure she blessed them with!” One of the older
Omegas exclaimed, pulling Jimin onto her lap to rub at his scar while she told
the old tales and shared her wisdom. ”The only reason they aren’t dead yet is
because of their Omega witch! But they’ll die soon. Without children of the
moon to strengthen their bloodlines they’ll die out like stars in the morning
sky.”
They, the children of the moon, were the next step of evolution, Jimin was told
a month later, during the Southern pack’s moon celebrations. They were next in
line of leadership, too, a thought he pushed far away from himself as soon as
he was told this. Wrapped in the arms of his mates, he listened to the stories
of this pack, content to be in the here and now as he watched the dances around
a huge bonfire that had been lit up to celebrate the official beginning of
summer.
Across from them, Yoongi sat with his mate, a young Beta that looked at his
brother as if he’d hung the moon and stars for him. Jimin felt happiness in
every bond he shared with his new pack, his eyes shining with it when he
watched his brother leaning in to his mate to kiss him on the lips.
Jimin leaned back against his own mates, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed in
bliss. Taehyung was the first to kiss him, his fingers curling around the
piercing that he had put into Jimin’s right earlobe, Jeongguk leaning in and
nibbling on the other, making sure to remind him that this one had been claimed
by him. Jimin listened into their beautiful bond, his hands reaching for his
stomach to rest on top of it as he felt for the tiny glow of lives pulsing
inside of him.
 
He was so so happy.
 
All his life long he had yearned for things like this, to be wrapped in the
arms of his mates, and to live among people that accepted him. He had wished so
much to be adorned with love and jewels, but had always only worn bruises and
nothing else.
He was still wearing them now. All his scars and bruises, visible on his body
even after weeks of living his new life. But every morning his mates kissed
down the brand marking his face, and they nipped at every fading bruise, licked
every scar, kissed it all better to turn them into something beautiful instead.
He was home, he was home, he realized.
Jimin leaned back into the arms of his mates, a smile spreading on his lips as
both tried to kiss him at the same time. He laughed, hands still on his stomach
and looked up at the night sky.
 
 
The full moon was shining down at them beautifully and blessed them with its
silver light.
 
 
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End Notes
     i'm honestly not sure if this even meets the criteria to be a kink
     fic #itried
     a huge thank you to the sweet mods. without you guys i would have
     given up on this.
     Yoongi's mystery mate... it was Hoseok /whisper
     they'll have beautiful soleborn babies.
     [edit]: neither Jimin nor Hoseok will die carrying their soleborns.
     They have the necessary strength to nourish them for 9 months.
     Jimin, because he is soleborn himself. Hoseok, because he's a half-
     soleborn, like Yoongi.
     Jimin's puppies (he's carrying both Tae's and Jungkook's at the same
     time (wolves technically can do this (like dogs) but they don't
     because monogamy /slowclap)) won't kill each other in his womb
     either, because Jimin (as a soleborn) is strong enough to sustain
     them all.
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