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Namjoon gives his teammates one last round of congrats as they file into the penthouse suite. The maknae line responds well with tired smiles but his three hyungs barely acknowledge him on their way inside. He can’t blame them. Jin was getting over a cold and yoongi never wasted his time with small talk. Hoseok’s voice was raw, not to mention he was sore as hell. He really gave this final concert his all and Namjoon was proud of him.
One of the security guards lingers by their door. Namjoon tries to make it a point to remember all of their names, but after the long day he’s had he can barely remember his own name. It’s not easy being the head alpha in such a unique pack. Right now he just wants to collapse.
“I’m so sorry I can’t remember your name. Is everything okay?” Namjoon bows slightly, still putting up his professional front.
The security guard returns the bow. “It’s da-song. I just wanted to make sure you all made it inside safely.”
Namjoon doesn’t know why his senses are so keen but he can smell the lie.
“Thanks, hyung. I know the others haven’t said anything but we really appreciate you keeping everything running so smoothly.”
Namjoon steps further into the suite, hoping that Da-song will catch the hint and leave them be for the night.
“No need to thank us. Just doing our job.” Da-song nods. “If you have any disturbances, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m right down the hall in 2510.”
The alpha sounds polite, yet for whatever reason, Namjoon can detect an unspoken rage in his scent. Something is clearly off or bothering him and he’s not speaking on it.
“2510. I’ll let the others know. You have a good night, hyung.”
Namjoon knows deep down in his soul that closing the door on Da-song is straight up rude. But it’s 3 am and he’s exhausted. So he lets the door shut. Keeping in mind that Da-song is still standing there and even somewhat peering into the suite.
He’s too tired to dwell on it. Once the door is shut he locks it before kicking his shoes off. There’ll be no need for the boys to be disturbed now that their concert run is finished. Tomorrow is their day off and they have the okay to take their time checking out and returning to the dorms.
“Does anyone smell that?” Taehyung comments from the rather spacious living room couch.
“Yeah actually…” Jimin sniffs the air. Something about it feels… Strangely familiar? Not like he knows it. He can’t put his finger on it.
Namjoon tries to focus the conversation so he can retire in peace. “It’s probably just from when housekeeping cleaned the room.” He suggests.
Taehyung shakes his head. “No, I’ve met the whole cleaning staff. None of them smell like this. Besides, it’s… stronger. Do you get what I mean Jimin hyung?”
Before Jimin can answer, Jin, ever the peacekeeping beta, steps in. “Don’t read too much into it maybe it’s one of us carrying the scent of the fans we took pictures with.”
Taehyung vehemently disagrees. “I’m serious hyung… it smells like there’s someone in the suite. Someone that’s not one of us.”
Taehyung is rarely wrong when it comes to scents and proximity. The young alpha has a very sharp nose. So much so that sometimes he’ll apply a lotion that dulls strong scents so he’s not overwhelmed when they perform.
“I really think someone’s in here.” He reiterates.
Jungkook bristles at the thought of having to deal with a stowaway fan. Or should he say stalker. It’s so uncomfortable. “Should we call security?”
Namjoon speaks up again. “Let’s check the suite ourselves first.”
He didn’t get the greatest vibe from that Da-song character. So he doesn’t want to invite that anxious alpha back so soon.
“Everyone check your rooms. I’ll check the bathrooms. Yoongi hyung can you check the kitchen please?”
The boys all start to carry out the tasks given to them by their head alpha.
Namjoon checks the living room before moving on to the bathrooms. Nothing so far. But he’s finally caught a whiff of that scent for himself.
Smells like an omega. It’s sweet. They might be approaching their heat. But there’s something more. He can sense a lot of fear and… is that blood?
Something isn’t right.
It gets stronger the closer he gets to his room.
He closes his bedroom door behind him. The intruder is definitely in here. He checks the bathroom first before going to where he knows the intruder must be hiding.
“You might as well come out.” He stands in front of the closet doors.
Nothing.
Namjoon heaves a frustrated sigh. He swings both doors open and turns on the closet light. There you are tucked away in the corner, hiding under Namjoon’s favorite jacket. You cover your head with your arms, hiding yourself the best you can. But he can tell you know you’ve been caught.
Namjoon can tell from your dark skin that you’re definitely not Korean. So he talks to you in English.
“You need to leave before I call security.” His tone is very much irritated. The second he speaks, you flinch.
So he speaks English. Thank god. You don’t know what you’d have done if the language barrier persisted. Not sure how you would have begged for help if he couldn’t understand you. However, If it took you begging on your hands and knees you’d have done it.
“Please…” you whisper. “Help me…”
“Come out here.” Namjoon orders, stepping out of the closet so you’ll follow.
You oblige slowly. It’s only when you stand that Namjoon notices how much you’re trembling. He takes a quick mental note that you're wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. A t-shirt that is definitely the top half of their company’s security uniform. You hug his jacket to your chest, unable to let it go like you know you should.
You timidly come out into the light, giving Namjoon an unobstructed view of the cuts, bruises, and… bite marks covering your exposed skin.
“Are… you okay?” When Namjoon approaches you, you cry out and run back to the closet where it’s safer.
“I’m sorry…” you cry. Sounding so small and afraid. “Don’t … Please…”
Namjoon kneels in front of you.
“Hey, you’re safe. I’m not going to hurt you.”
You just shake your head and start to cry.
Before Namjoon can think to say anything else his room door flies open, causing you to whimper and hide in the corner of the closet again. He shifts into a protective stance without even thinking about it.
What was that about?
“Hyung we didn’t- I knew it!” Taehyung let’s himself in, followed swiftly by the rest of the maknae line.
Namjoon tells them to quiet down before calling Jimin over to his closet.
“I think she might feel safer talking to another omega. She’s scared and I think she might be hurt.”
Namjoon only sticks around so he can translate.
The first thing they try to do is coax you back out of the closet. It takes a lot of convincing and reminders that you’re safe. Jungkook offers you a blanket, which you cower away from at first.
They try to get you to sit in a chair or on the bed where you can be comfortable. But you remain on the floor, begging them with wet eyes to let you stay away from the bed.
It’s clear to the boys that you’re scared out of your mind. Not only that, it’s clear that you’re not some crazed fan who snuck in here. You’re an injured, terrified omega who may or may not realize all the boys can smell your impending heat. But they can also smell blood. Not to mention pure unadulterated terror.
Something is very wrong.
Where did all these injuries come from? How did you end up in Bangtan’s suite? Who did this to you?
After Jin brings you something to drink, Namjoon makes everyone except Jimin leave the room. He only stays so he can translate.
For whatever reason, you hold on to his jacket. Occasionally inhaling its scent. It seems to calm you down the slightest bit. Both Namjoon and Jimin take note of that.
“Can you tell us your name?” Jimin speaks the question in English but knows he’ll need his Hyung’s help rather soon.
“Y/n…” you mumble. Trembling so much it appears like shivering.
“Hi there. I’m Jimin. This is Namjoon.” When Jimin smiles at you you shrink away, biting back a terrified whine.
“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” Jimin has to revert back to Korean, but Namjoon quickly translates. “No one is going to hurt you, okay?”
You look like you want to believe them, but stop yourself from giving in. It has to be in order to protect yourself.
Namjoon gives off calming alpha pheromones in the hopes that it’ll make you feel better. If you like his jacket you might appreciate his scent as well.
“Y/n, how did you get here?” Jimin leans forward just the slightest.
You hesitate at first.
“He… took me… he took me from the train station.” You confess.
Jimin waits for Namjoon to translate your words, but never once looks away from you.
“Who did?” He asks.
“I don’t know his name.” Tears gather in your eyes. “He hurt me… he made… he made me take… his knot. So many times. I didn’t want to… I didn’t want it. It hurt so much.”
Namjoon covers his mouth, unable to hide the sheer shock from what he just heard you say. Before he translates he lets you continue.
“He cut me… he cut me… he cut my stomach.” you whimper. “I was chained to the bed every day… while he worked. I got away today because he forgot the chain.”
Namjoon finally catches Jimin up to speed and the young omega has a similar reaction. He starts to apologize to you and promise that you’re safe. They’ll make sure of it.
“I… I… please don’t let him take me back.” You beg. “Please. I swear I’ll do whatever you ask. I’ll be a good omega. I promise.”
Namjoon doesn’t bother translating. Instead he kneels in front of you, trying to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating.
“We won’t let anything else happen to you, okay?”
You just nod, barely holding yourself together. Jimin convinces you to drink more from the bottle of water you were given. Your hand shakes so much you spill a lot of it. Jimin holds it for you so you can get at least one sip down.
“So you were trapped here? In this hotel?” Namjoon asks you.
You nod. “On this floor. I… I don’t remember his room. I hid in here while housekeeping cleaned. He came back… I thought he would find me.” You curl more into yourself.
“I’m… sorry.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“Don’t apologize. None of this is your fault.” Namjoon lifts your head with his finger under your chin.
“You don’t owe anyone an apology. Can we call a doctor to check on you?” Jimin is able to rest a comforting hand on your shoulder. A good sign if they’re being honest. You’re growing comfortable with them.
You don’t answer at first. “I don’t know…”
Namjoon tries his best to reassure you. “We just want to make sure you’re okay. You look like you’re hurt pretty badly. What if Jimin stays with you?”
You look up, your eyes darting back and forth between Jimin and Namjoon.
“Can you both stay?” You ask, hugging namjoon’s jacket close to your chest.
“Sure. We’ll tell the others to call security so-“
You scream.
“No! No no no no!” You run back to your safe haven in the closet. “No please don’t! Don't! I said I would be good. I promised I’d be good!” You start to sob.
“Don’t make me go back to him!”
Jimin rushes after you, but doesn’t touch you. He’s not sure how you’ll react to that, especially considering what you’ve told them has happened to you.
“You’re safe here.” Jimin says in English. “Safe.”
“Jimin.” Namjoon figures out why you’re so flighty. “It was one of the security guards.”
Namjoon knows exactly who it was too.
Now he sees why Da-song was so antsy just now. Because you’d escaped his disgusting clutches and were going to expose him for the monster he was.
They should have put the pieces together faster than this. You’re literally wearing a big hit security uniform top. Where else would you have gotten that if not from your captor?
Jimin gasps. “Hyung we have to call the police!”
They would have had to call regardless to find you a doctor. But the fact that one of their own staff was responsible somehow makes the entire matter seem even more urgent. Makes them feel personally responsible for your plight.
“I know.” Namjoon pulls out his phone and proceeds to do just that.
Jimin continues repeating over and over that you’re safe and that you have nothing to fear. It seems to be working. You can tell from his scent that he’s an omega like you. He has such a kind smile and a soothing voice.
After Namjoon calls the police, he returns to ask you a few more questions. He asks where you’re from and if you have friends or family here in Korea. You tell him you’re visiting from Detroit, Michigan, USA, proving his hunch about you being African American correct.
You bring up your beta friend, who’s studying abroad at a university here in Seoul. Thinking about faith brings more tears to your eyes. You might actually get to see her again.
There’s pounding on the front door a few minutes later. It makes you press yourself all the way into the corner of the closet.
Namjoon can hear yoongi and Jin talking rather loudly to whoever they opened the door for. They’re trying to get this person to go away but they force their way inside.
The door to Namjoon’s room swings open yet again. Who else could it be but Da-song…
Jimin shields you with his body as well as his scent, making it so that nothing and no one could get to you without going through him.
Namjoon feels his alpha instincts kick in. He wants to protect the frightened omega cowering in his closet. So he pulls both doors closed to completely hide you from view.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Namjoon growls.
To think he’s looking at the despicable creature who beat, starved and raped a helpless omega.
He could rip this alpha apart.
“There’s a stowaway from the concert. I’ve been searching the hotel for them and I believe they're here in this room. In fact I smell them.”
You can be heard whimpering from the closet but cover your mouth. Jimin hugs you to his chest, still whispering that you’re safe and that nobody will hurt you.
Namjoon stands his ground. “The police are already on their way, Da-song.”
“What for? I’m simply doing my job.” Da song retorts. “Give her to me, I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
Da-song’s scent is downright hostile. But being pack alpha comes with its own advantages. Namjoon fears nothing. He knows he has the power to subdue Da-song if he needs to.
He calls Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung into the room and orders them to take Da song to the living room and to not let him leave until the police arrive.
“You’re making a mistake, boy. Hand her over.” Da-song approaches Namjoon.
“Not a step closer.” Namjoon warns, his own scent becoming feral and enraged. “How dare you challenge me in front of my own pack like this.”
Namjoon has never wanted to kill so badly before.
“She’s mine.” Da-song snarls in English. You know exactly why. So you would hear him and understand that he was coming for you.
Namjoon pounces Da-song, knocking him to the ground. It takes every drop of restraint he possesses to keep from ripping Da-song’s throat out with his teeth.
He should do it.
One less piece of shit in the world.
“I’d stop talking if I were you.” Namjoon whispers. His overpowering scent finally getting the better of Da-song. The security guard bares his neck in submission.
Jin has to pull Namjoon off of Da-song to keep the violence from escalating. When he does, Hoseok and Taehyung pick the despicable alpha guard off the ground and escort him out of the room.
Yoongi, Jungkook and Jin stay back to check on you. By now everyone can catch your true scent. You’re just a fearful omega who’s been so badly hurt. They find you in the closet sobbing in Jimin's arms. Hiding yourself completely, with your face buried in his neck.
Yoongi approaches you slowly. Crouching before getting any closer. It’s not until he’s only a few feet away that you realize he’s also an omega. His and Jimin’s familiar, sweet, homely scents bring you a sense of serenity. Jimin smells like spiced tea and toasted cardamom. While yoongi’s scent is like warm fresh linen. Clean, strong and stable.
You don’t realize your omega is calling out to him until he takes the hand you didn’t even know you’d extended. He runs his thumbs over your knuckles before bringing your hand to his cheek. The quiet omega crooning seems to ease your fears, covering you like a blanket.
Yoongi isn’t as open with his status as Jimin is. Not that he’s ashamed of being an omega, but he feels it’s not really anyone’s business. His team members know but that’s absolutely it. He only allows himself one heat a year, sometimes two, choosing to stay suppressed and when he does have a heat, he locks himself away. He’s very private about this part of his life.
Something about seeing you frozen with terror made him reach out to you. He didn’t know the first thing about you yet when he caught your scent, sour with fear, but sweet with your upcoming heat, he wanted to help you. He wanted to comfort you.
Soon Yoongi joins in on the hug, sandwiching you between himself and Jimin. You’ve never felt this safe in your entire life. Never knew that omegas could be so strong. So steady.
You don’t ever want to leave this space.
Jimin runs a calming hand through your box braids while yoongi casually scents you, bringing you more warmth and comfort than you thought possible.
When the police arrive with the hotel doctor, they let you take your time separating from Yoongi and Jimin. With their scents all over you, it’s a lot less scary being out in the open.
You whine when all of the boys are asked to leave so the doctor can examine you and determine whether or not you need the hospital. Yoongi presses a kiss to your forehead, saying with his actions that he and the others won’t be far. You don’t speak the same language, but you understand each other in a way that goes beyond words.
The doctor is a small, kind looking beta. She doesn’t smile, but you think there’s no real reason to. Not right now. Thankfully, she’s fluent in English and starts off with a short interview. She asks where and how you were hurt.
It’s difficult for you to start, but you go over how Da-song beat and raped you for five days and four nights. How he forced you to take his knot over and over without any preparation. How he carved unfamiliar characters into your belly. How he starved you and chained you up like an animal, and punished you with his blade if you misbehaved.
By the end you’re crying and shaking. Weak from having to relive all of those horrors so soon.
Now you really want the boys back. You need their comfort. Their protection. Their strong presence. Namjoon’s jacket is nice, but it’s not enough.
You ask if Jimin can come inside. At first the doctor says no, citing that you need your privacy. But you insist that you can’t go on without someone to help you through the exam and hold your hand. She reluctantly agrees.
Jimin enters but only approaches after you call out to him in a way that only an omega would understand.
When the doctor lays you on the bed so she can examine you, Jimin remains by your head. Shushing you, crooning for you to stay calm and still.
The physical exam is painful. She has to start with the most pressing issue at hand. The knife wound in your belly.
Your earlier assumption proved incorrect. Turns out Da-Song didn’t carve his name into your skin. Instead he carved one simple word.
Mine.
You sob as the doctor uses a long cotton swab to apply antibacterial cream to the slowly healing injury. She says it will need air before being bandaged. It’s not infected, which is nothing short of a miracle. But it will likely leave a scar.
Meaning you’ll forever have Da-Song’s mark on your body.
As though things couldn’t get worse, the doctor moves on to your pelvic exam.
You’re still extremely sore down there. Da-song was never gentle with you. You felt yourself tear more and more each time he entered you, completely powerless to stop him. Your suppressants kept you from producing slick, and the only lubrication used was your own blood when he tore into your body without consent.
Every time he raped you felt like he was setting you on fire. Splitting you completely in half. It was only made worse when he would forcefully knot you.
You’ll never forget your screams. The way you felt every single nerve in your body disintegrate. The way he crushed you beneath him. With his promise that no one would hear your screams. No one would come to rescue you. You were his.
Your knees are shaking as you try to keep them open so the doctor can examine you. You try to keep your sobbing quiet, only so it doesn’t disturb the doctor.
Jimin kisses your forehead in the exact same spot Yoongi did. He continues his earlier work of whispering short comforts into your ear.
“It’s okay. You’re safe.”
He lets you hold his hand, not minding that you might be squeezing a little too hard.
The doctor says you’re already starting to heal but that the damage is extensive. Taking a forced knot is traumatic for the body. So it’s going to be a while until you heal completely. She warns you that she’s going to insert a speculum in you to get a closer look. You nod and take a deep breath, but that’s not enough. The second she touches you, you let out a terrified shriek. Closing your legs and curling up on your side.
It’s too much. It’s all too much.
Namjoon comes bursting in, shouting at the doctor, asking her what the hell she thinks she’s doing. The poor beta scrambles to explain that you’re just traumatized and your reaction was expected.
You feel somewhat more calm with him in the room. That same strong, dominating scent takes over your senses. You didn’t think that an alpha would smell this good so soon after escaping that monster.
Namjoon checks in on you.
“How are you?” He places his hand on your forehead and you lean into it. Welcoming the contact.
“I’m scared… it hurts too much.” you admit. No point in trying to be strong. Not right now. You deserve the chance to be vulnerable. These boys are letting you do that.
“I know.” Namjoon croons. “I know it hurts. But once the doctor examines you we can get you dressed and feed you. Sound okay?”
You nod, keeping contact with the hand still on your forehead.
“Can you stay?” You whimper out. “Please?”
“Sure, thing, little one. I’ll stay.” He grins and sits next to Jimin. You love his dimples. They just bring you so much joy.
When you turn to lie on your back again, Namjoon gets an eyeful of that carving you told him about just a little while ago.
It makes him sick to his stomach. How could someone do this to another person? Permanently maim them, destroy their body and mind. Make it so no matter what, you’ll never truly be free of this wretched mark. What kind of human could be this twisted?
Namjoon shuts off all of his emotions so he can focus on being there for you through this grueling process. If he gets angry he knows he’ll hunt Da song down and try to kill him even though he’s already been arrested.
When the doctor resumes her exam, you keep your eyes on the alpha. He holds one hand. Jimin holds the other.
Jimin looks away when you start screaming. It breaks his heart to see you suffer like this and he doesn’t even know you.
The doctor's speculum feels just as bad as that monster's knot. Stretching you. Spreading you open when it’s the last thing you want.
“Make it stop! Make it stop!” You shout in pure agony.
Yoongi is the next to storm in. He’s about to physically attack the doctor and threaten her with a lawsuit but Namjoon calms him down. Yoongi doesn’t wait or ask anyone permission. He sits in between Namjoon and Jimin near your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. He lingers there for a moment, giving you a chance to take in his scent- full of calming omega pheromones.
You make it through the rest of the treacherous internal exam, but not before all 7 boys are in the room with you. Comforting you in one way or another. They sit you up when the exam is done and take turns holding you to their chest to calm you down because you simply can’t stop fucking crying.
The doctor says you don’t need the hospital but will need a follow up appointment rather soon. That’s a bit of a relief because you’re just so tired. You don’t think you could handle a hospital. Not to mention, you don’t want to leave these boys.
The police take statements from everybody, getting extensive notes and pictures. It’s so humiliating. So invasive. They swab inside your mouth, your rectum, your vagina. They take pictures of every single bruise and cut. They measure the bite marks on your breasts. Collect the dirt and skin under your fingernails. They take nearly two dozen pictures of the word carved on the belly.
You’re a mess once it’s finally over.
The doctor hands one of the boys medication and large bandages for you as well as some scrubs to change into since you still don’t have clothes of your own. She promises to check on you again in 24 hours but insists that you spend the entire time resting so you can begin your recovery.
The medication labels are in Korean, but Namjoon explains each one to you and makes sure you understand. You have something for the pain, and an antibiotic in case Da song had an std.
After Jimin and Yoongi dress you, Jin makes you some hot tea and soup, so you can take your medication. The boys never leave you alone, and you're thankful for that. They sense that you’re calm when they remain close to you. Namjoon lets you wear the jacket that you couldn’t seem to let go of. You try to refuse, but when he places it on your shoulders it’s impossible to deny how great it feels to have this alpha’s scent so close.
The police offer to take you down to the station and then to an omega refuge until your friend can come get you.
You know it’s a long shot, but have nothing else to lose. You ask Namjoon and the boys if you can stay with them, but change your mind rather quickly.
“I’m sorry… I should go.” You break free from jimin’s protective embrace, shivering when he lets you go.
You’re about to follow the police out the door when you feel someone take your hand. The head alpha stands over you, his puppy dog eyes wide with worry.
“Please stay. We can take care of you.” He promises. The other boys stand behind him, the same promise in their eyes.
You look to the police officer, who shrugs and says it’s up to you.
You squeeze Namjoon’s hand and allow him to pull you into a hug. Soon your breathing in what’s quickly becoming your favorite scent. The police leave with the assurance that they’ll notify your friend that you’ve been found and are safe. With that under control, you allow yourself to be taken care of by the pack who call themselves Bangtan.
You don’t have to move a single muscle. Jungkook feeds you your soup, while Yoongi and Jimin keep constant contact with you. They’re your new best friends. It’s about time you met more omegas. Jimin plays with your hair, seemingly fascinated by box braids. Yoongi holds your hand, drawing shapes on the back of it with his thumb.
Something about the simple actions give you butterflies.
After you eat and take all your medication, you ask Namjoon if it’s okay for you to take a bath. He smiles again as he nods. Hoseok and Jin run to the biggest bathroom in the suite to draw your bath for you.
You’ve never been pampered like this in your life. Never felt this safe and cared for. You just met these boys yet they feel like family. They treat you like you’re part of their pack.
You wish that were the case.
You’re an omega with an upcoming heat. You probably smell delicious to the alphas, maybe even to the beta too. No doubt they just want to devour you, like any alpha would when they approach an omega in heat.
They may treat you like pack, but you’re not one of them.
Still, after what you’ve been through, you feel you deserve to indulge just the tiniest bit.
So you let Jin carry you to the bathroom. You let yoongi and Jimin carefully undress you.
“Um… Namjoon?” You ask just as Jimin wraps a towel around your shoulders. “Can you tell them not to look at… at my belly? Please?”
“Sure thing, little one.”
He gives you a solemn nod before telling the two omegas what you just said.
You let Namjoon wash your hair. Not even questioning how he already seems to know how to handle wet braids. Jimin and yoongi take turns bathing you and rubbing sweet smelling oils into you skin. You just let them spoil you.
True to their word, men of honor as they are, nobody looks directly at your hideous mark. They let you clean the area around it yourself before moving on.
The bath was a good call. Not only did it clean that alphas filth off your body, it helped a lot with your soreness. But you still find it getting more difficult to walk. The adrenaline is finally wearing off. Time for your pain to come back tenfold. You don’t know why you try to hide it from the boys. The second you whine from the exertion, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jimin are at your side.
They drain the tub, dry you off, apply more antibacterial cream to your wound so it can be covered with a large bandaid, dress you in the scrubs and jacket before wrapping your hair in a towel. Namjoon carries you to his room and sets you down on the bed. You curl up at the edge with tears in your eyes.
“What’s wrong, little one?” Namjoon kneels to be eye level with you. “Are you still in pain?”
You nod. But it’s not just the pain. It’s everything. You were kidnapped. Brutally raped and tortured. You thought you were going to die by Da Song’s hand.
Now you’re being taken in by this pack you barely know and treated like a queen?
The change is enough to give you whiplash.
“Thank you….” You whisper. “For taking care of me.”
“Can I sit with you, pup?”
Another nod from you.
Namjoon joins you on the spacious bed and pulls you close to him so he’s holding you and looking at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. He grins again, showing off those dimples that just about cure your depression.
“You don’t have to thank us right now. Just focus on trying to heal, okay?”
You nod and bury your face in the crook of his neck to nose at his scent glands. Allowing yourself to get drunk off the alphas natural scent. You let it fill you and surround you until there’s nothing but Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.
You’ll never get tired of this scent. Without being fully aware, you start to mark him. Rubbing your wrist against the glands on his neck, allowing your scents to mix and meld. He just chuckles, the sound reverberating in his chest. You’re thankful he doesn’t mind because you know that was kinda rude. You should never scent mark someone without their consent. And considering you had just been assaulted, you should know better.
But his scent is just so good. So comforting and just… home. You wanted more. You wanted his scent on you. For yours to be on him. You want to be one with this alpha.
Maybe it’s the trauma making you loopy. Maybe it’s because you haven’t slept soundly in days. Maybe it’s because you were hurt, and had your trust betrayed. You just need comfort and love and support. The boys in this pack want to give it to you.
Let them.