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- ❤ -
The crackling of hay and chittering of birds wake him up. It’s currently almost dark, when shadows are at their thickest and Park Jimin stifles his moan when he shuffles his aching body into a sitting position against the wall.
It’s evening 7 of his imprisonment and he hates his hay bed even more. But he still doesn’t complain to himself, it could've been worse. The pack could have given him nothing, leaving him sleeping on the dirt floor beneath him.
He’s just adjusted his position when the heavy wood door in front of him swings open. The timid beta, Yookyung, as he has heard her be addressed, comes in carrying his breakfast tray as usual.
However, today there are 3 more betas tailing him inside, all carrying various boxes and bundles of cloth and jewelry.
Ahh, that's right. Tomorrow morning. It is to be Jimin’s last day on earth. He closes his eyes and offers a quick prayer to whichever God is listening, asking only to be reunited with his parents once he dies. He doesn’t ask for a way to escape, a way to get out of the predicament he is in. He only thanks them for allowing him to have lived this long.
As a rare hybrid of both fox and wolf blood, Jimin’s parents had always kept him hidden in the mountains, in their own little cabin in a space too far out from nearby civility. They knew their child was special, beautiful, and bad things could happen. Like what is happening now.
10 days past, Jimin had only walked a mile from his tiny cabin when he’d been ambushed by wolves and taken back to their pack. It had taken 3 days to reach their land where their head alpha had proclaimed Jimin as a special gift, one worthiest for their Gods and as such, on the eve of the red moon, Jimin is to be sacrificed on a specially made pyre as an offering in hopes that the wolf pack’s prosperity can rise.
So here he sits, quietly, as the betas gather around him and dress him in their pack’s silken fineries and drape him in golds and rubies.
“The whiteness you are wearing symbolizes your purity and the jewels you are adorned in will show the Gods how much prosperity they have already given us.” Yookyung murmurs as she fastens a huge ruby on a gold chain around Jimin’s neck.
Like a foreboding warning, the weight of the gemstone rests heavy and cold between Jimin’s clavicles. He doesn’t like it. But he remains still.
“Eat and rest. You shall be called upon later.” The omega gets up and leaves the dark room.
Jimin stares at the full plate of food, including lavish herb stuffed quail and stewed pork hocks, left for him on the ground. As a prisoner, he has been well fed and well taken care of, plump and clean. After all, a gift for the Gods should be in its very best condition.
- ❤ -
Jimin’s eyes snap open as the smell of smoke enters his nostrils. After his meal, with lack of things to do, he’d fallen asleep,thinking about his parents. Now, as he shakes off the sleep state, his ears twitch as they tune him into the buzz in his eardrums. Only, the buzz fades with the sleep and he realizes what the sound is. Screams. Multiple screams.
Jimin stands up from his position on the floor and dashes to the small, barred window to his left, forgetting about and almost tripping on the white silk swathed around him.
Wolves are running. Cabins and tents are on fire. Disarray is everywhere and wolves are falling.
Jimin gasps, eyes widening as he realizes the pack is under attack. And fast losing as he sees shadows emerge from the forest surrounding them. Arrows fly and strike people right through their chests, their arms, their heads, their hearts as they fall, staining the dirt a deep red, dark as the red moon above as their life slowly seeps out.
He doesn’t flinch as an arrow flies right through the barred window where he is standing and pierces into the wood behind him. He only moves, jerking and turning around when the cabin door behind him slams inwards from the force of being kicked in.
An alpha smelling of smoke walks inside, a black cloth fastened around the lower half of his face. His eyes are sharp and slitted as they take in Jimin.
The guard he had held as prisoner in front of him falls to his knees as the alpha tosses the limp body to the side. He’d been dead before they’d even entered Jimin’s space.
Jimin can’t help thinking his fate has changed yet again as the alpha closes in on him.
- ❤ -
The omega’s hands are in front of him and tied together with a rope as he helplessly follows the sharp-eyed alpha from earlier. He leads him away from his first fate and into the darkness of the Heugsim Forest.
It isn’t long before they stop. Jimin’s eyes curiously take in the scene in front of him. Shirtless warrior wolves with miscellaneous paintings on their bodies are gathered in a circle, briefing one alpha, who must be the head, as he sits in front of a burning fire. The alpha’s dark hair is long, to his shoulders, half of it pulled back. He’s wearing a fur vest, muscular arms on display, the skin bedecked with dark tattoos. As the flames dance upon them, Jimin can almost swear the tattoos are moving, swaying to the rhythm of death. Jimin’s gaze flicks over to take in his face. The alpha is handsome in a dark sort of way, menacing, to be precise. His eyes are big and round but they are darker than the night sky. There's a scar on his cheekbone and his lips are kicked up into a half smile, adding to the contrasting visual. He’s intimidatingly striking and it somehow makes Jimin’s skin burn.
“Well, what have we here? You brought me a gift, Yoongi?” The alpha’s dark eyes rests on them as they enter the camp.
“He was a captive. The guard told me before I killed him that he was their sacrifice.”
As they approach the fire, the alpha stands up and Jimin finds himself raising his head to see the alpha’s face.
“Dressed like a little lamb, ready to be sacrificed, indeed.” he remarks in his silky voice, gaze taking in Jimin’s state of dress in the all-white silk finery, decked out in gold jewelry still. Jimin’s skin burns even more as those dark orbs caress him. He shivers reluctantly, feeling somehow completely bare in the alpha’s presence. “Gods.” he scoffs. "What foolishness is this? If they can’t get you on your knees, they want you in ashes. They cannot appreciate a gift this beautiful even if blood was to still run through their veins.”
Jimin stands stock still as the alpha reaches out and touches his face, tracing his fingers from one cheek down to the chin and lifting it up so their eyes can meet. He feels more like a cattle than a lamb.
“Moonbeam and violets, indeed.”
Jimin’s brows wrinkle in confusion, but he doesn’t voluntarily move.
“You will be the memento I take from these lands.” The alpha drops his hand but keeps their gaze connected. “You are mine, little lamb. If you are to burn, ‘twill be for me. And I will be the only God you get on your knees for.”
- ❤ -
Jimin shivers in the moonlight. The fire has since died and the embers are flickering their last breaths as his skin turns blue. Though not as cold as the mountains Jimin hails from, it is still the dead of winter. After proclaiming Jimin as his, the alpha, Jungkook, as he’s heard them call him, had left abruptly to see to the mess of the takeover. Jimin should be frightened, and he is, but he is most grateful to just still be alive.
The breeze flutters at his sleeves again, weaving their way inside to kiss at his skin and he is tempted to lean over and fan the fire to see if it will spark again. As he contemplates, a heavy fur throw lands roughly in his lap.
Jimin looks up quickly to catch the sharp eyed alpha from earlier, Yoongi, grunt at him before storming off again. He’s the one Jungkook had left behind to watch Jimin.
Jimin quickly unfolds the material, surprised to see that it is a fully lined, thick cape, and he wraps it around himself completely, the scent of snow and tonka beans enveloping his senses. Immediate warmth suffuses his cold limbs and it is only but a minute later that he can feel his fingers and toes again. He digs his face into the collar around the neck area to warm the cold tip of his nose. He will have to thank the alpha later for not letting him die of frostbite.
And it is only a moment later when the stillness around him comes alive. The warriors are all returning back to the camp, bloody but smiling. Victory is theirs. And so is Jimin.
Yoongi returns, leading a horse white as snow. Jimin recognizes it, he had seen the horse through his small window. It had belonged to the head alpha’s wife.
The alpha doesn’t say much, just grunts again and motions at Jimin as he waits expectantly. Jimin doesn’t respond, not sure what this means.
The alpha finally relents. “Get on the horse. It’s a long road back home and we ride hard.”
- ❤ -
The blistering wind slams against Jimin’s face as his horse trots next to head Alpha Jungkook’s. They’re finally leaving elevated land where the wind had been chillier and fiercer and Jimin fights to keep his eyes open. They’ve been riding hard terrain since dawn and he can see the sun is about to set again.
Just as his foot slips off the rest for the 3rd time in ten minutes, Alpha Jungkook halts his horse.
“We will take cover here for the night. Set up the tents. Fires can be up for cooking only. We break travel again at dawn.”
“Omega.” he addresses Jimin.
The captive blinks at the alpha.
“You will wait for me in my tent once it is up.”
As the alpha takes off in the opposite direction, Jimin slowly climbs off the horse. He’s tired and cold and he longs for a warm bath. Even just a wet towel would make him feel cleaner. He wants to ask, but knows better.
He stands beside the horse as he watches the camp be built, the strong warriors all working in tandem and quickness to set up tents and a few fire pits while others take off to hunt for food. He buries his face in the fur of the cape, breathing in the essence deeply. He’d found out earlier that it had belonged to Jeon Jungkook and not Yoongi, as he had originally thought. He isn’t sure how to feel about that.
An alpha approaches him. Tall, sturdy and handsome as well, unlike Yoongi, this one offers him a smile.
“Omega. I am Kim Namjoon, Alpha Jungkook’s advisor. You seem to have endured quite a bit. What is your name?”
His voice is kind, to match his seemingly kind demeanor.
“P-Park Jimin.”
“Ahhh. Jimin-ssi. What pack do you belong to? Do they know you are missing and were they in the midst of negotiating your freedom from the Yu pack?”
Jimin shakes his head.
“N-no.” His teeth start chattering and the alpha, Namjoon, takes pity on him.
“Come, sit by the fire with me.” He leads the way to one of the built bonfires and Jimin sits down on a log placed by it. Kim Namjoon settles down on a cut off tree trunk to his left.
He waits patiently for Jimin to warm up, his eyes letting the omega know he is waiting for an answer still.
“N-no pack. I am a hybrid; my mother was a fox.”
“Ahhh.” the alpha nods once. “I thought your smell was off. Your scent is very soft, much like wolf omegas, but there’s also a very subtle, musky tincture to it. Fox and wolves rarely ever mingle, much less fall in love. Your parents must’ve been quite the outcasts.”
Jimin nods.
“I am guessing your mother was a northern fox, from the freezing lands, and that is how you have your coloring.”
“My father, too, was a gray wolf.”
“That explains your fairness, for sure.”
“Joon.”
The interruption comes in the form of alpha Yoongi coming upon them.
“Yes, Yoongi?”
“Jungkook’s tent is up. He’s asked to send the omega there to stay warm and out of the way.”
Namjoon stands up. “Come then. I shall show you where to go and will have one of the betas bring over a pan and some water to the tent so you can wash up as much as possible.”
- ❤ -
Jimin stares into the small fire in the middle of the tent, his gaze focused on nothing. It seems he has escaped one fire only to be swallowed by another. He may be pure, but he isn’t naive. He knows what the alpha had meant when he had said Jimin was his. Jimin has become yet another item to be played with. This is why his mother had always told him that the world was cruel to people with their blood. There is no medium, they are either looked at as beneath them or treated as a prize, a thing. Either way, the disdain is always evident.
The heavy tent flap flips open and the alpha warrior enters. It is freezing outside, but he is naked from the waist up, dark ink tattoos swirling around his muscular arms and chest, blending into his scars of too many memories. Tan breaches and a furry belt of some kind drape around his hips and legs and he stands there, hands on hips as he stares down at Jimin. His hair is loose now, shuffling about his face and neck, his dark eyes still glimmeringly sharp.
Jimin sits on the fur throw on the ground in his attire, but he feels utterly undressed and raw with the inky gaze focused on him.
“Stand up, omega.”
Jimin obeys. The alpha is massive and Jimin is short, but he still tilts his head up in a small show of bravado. He sees a slight smirk from the alpha.
“Y-you may take my body, alpha, but you will not touch my soul.” Jimin says in a fit of bravery, unsure where it is coming from, but tired of feeling so lowly. Even if he dies, he will let the other know he won’t go so easily.
To his surprise, the alpha chuckles. It starts small and then turns into a full-out laugh as he approaches the smaller man. He stops when his bare chest is but a hair's breadth away from Jimin’s own. He leans down until Jimin can feel his breath against the rim of his ear.
“I will take nothing from you, omega. ‘Tis you who will be offering it up to me.”
Jimin is unable to hide the shudder that racks through him. Blast his damn biology. Though to be fair, he’s never had anyone so bold as to enter his personal space so intimately.
“What are your plans for me?” Jimin asks softly as Jungkook straightens up again.
The alpha doesn’t answer, instead walks past him and to the makeshift bed made with pallets of stacked fur and blankets. It’s big enough for 2 people. As long as they are pressed together closely.
Jimin gulps as Jungkook starts to unbuckle his fur belt. He looks away quickly, turning his back another low chuckle from the alpha reverberates through the tent.
“Little lamb. Come to bed. I have had a long hard day and after rescuing you from a fate worse than death, wouldn’t you agree that I deserve a prize?”
Jimin sighs. His fate has been sealed and he cannot make the alpha angry if he wants to survive the trek to the new land. His only hope is that the alpha will tire of him quickly and either drop him off in some obscure village or town somewhere along the way or let him leave to live out his life in peace away from everyone.
His feet refuse to move though and Jimin stays rooted to where he is, hands fisted at his side.
He is trying to talk himself into moving but before he can even form another thought, he is swept off his feet and into strong arms. Jimin lets out a small squeal as he finds himself against Jeon Jungkook’s hard, naked chest as he is carried to the bed. Seems the alpha has lost patience with him.
As Jimin is placed on the bed, he squeezes his eyes shut and keeps his fisted hands at his sides, not putting up a fight that is useless, but also not giving the alpha the satisfaction of any movement his biology may cause him to give. He prays to the moon goddess that the alpha is quick about it and doesn’t hurt him too much in the process.
Rough hands slide under his silk shirt and Jimin finds himself gasping at the touch, unused to such intimacy. The fingers are long and calloused, and more gentle than Jimin had expected as the silk is pushed up and off him.
He keeps his eyes closed but that may be worse as now his other senses are heightened and he can feel everything, the cool air caressing his bare body, causing gooseflesh along his arms and puckering his nipples.
He feels Jungkook’s fingers work at the tie of his pants and it takes everything in him not to twitch. Jimin may not be naive, but in his 22 years of life, has never been touched anywhere by anyone other than himself and even then, only when bathing and cleaning. Whatever Jungkook is doing is evoking weird things, tingles and shudders in places he’s never known of and never had before.
Unlike what Jimin had expected, the alpha doesn’t slide his pants off, rather he just undoes the tie and then his hands are coasting along Jimin's waist again, back up his ribcage.
A small, helpless mmph escapes his lips as calloused thumb pads rub against his tender nipples. He hears Jungkook’s breathy chuckle.
“I like a challenge,” he hears the words whispered in his ear as the alpha bends over him, his hair brushing along Jimin’s cheek as the omega turns his face away.
“You have the prettiest neck, long and smooth, perfect. Your scent…” the alpha’s nose hitches into that space between Jimin’s neck and shoulder and both hybrid and wolf shudder as Jungkook’s lips rub against Jimin’s scent gland.
“Fuck, you smell divine,” he mutters and Jimin jumps a little as he feels the wolf lick at his scent gland. He shouldn’t like it, but it feels…good. Too good. Jimin has a small, hapless thought … is this what succumbing to his biology is like? Jimin’s hybrid half has always been quiet and docile, except when he has his heats which only come once every 4 months. And even then, they don’t tend to last long.
Now, he is starting to excrete the viscous substance. Jimin can feel the stickiness slide between his cheeks and he is at once mortified and perplexed as he’s only ever done this during his heats. And as he had had his last month, this cannot be the time again. Jimin tries to squeeze his legs together but the alpha is quicker and wedges himself right in between them.
“You taste just as pure as you look, little lamb.” Jungkook’s tongue drags down between the dip of Jimin's clavicles. “Fresh and soft.You can attempt to hide from me all you want, but your body betrays you. Your essence accepts me, begs for me, just like you will.”
“N-no” Jimin tries to deny, but once Jungkook’s hard cock rubs up against his own crotch, his denials turn into gasps.
“Beautiful, sensitive and responsive. Your Gods built you for me, didn’t they, omega?”
“J-Jimin. My name is Jimin.” Jimin mutters, tightening his fists and willing his brain to deviate from his body as he turns his head away from the alpha. His scent is strong and almost suffocating as it fills Jimin’s nostrils and mind, succumbing his body to the advances. It's no use though, as his omega goes haywire, whining to get closer to the alpha.
Jungkook ignores him, just sits back on his hunches and pulls off the silk pants Jimin had been wearing before his eyes roam greedily over the pale, exposed skin. Like a piece of moonbeam, he thinks, gaze lingering on the softness.
He snarls in delight as he sees the omega’s response. Instead of hiding himself as Jungkook had expected, the omega lies there, bare from the bottom down, an air of defiance flaming off his skin. It somehow pleases the alpha, to have an omega meet his unknown fate head-on. His cock is cute, tiny and pretty, like the rest of him. It’s flushing red and Jungkook has to hold himself back from spreading him immediately to see if his wet little taint is just as pink.
“Omega. Take your top off.”
Jimin closes his eyes but does the bidding, now in a hurry to get this over with. He figures the faster he helps, the faster Jungkook will leave him alone.
“Pretty, pretty tits.”
Jimin finds himself blushing at the alpha’s lewd language as his eyes greedily drink him in. It takes all he has to not cover up and hide. He isn’t fighting his fate, but he is going to live through it.
As he lays back down, the alpha rises over him and a small squeal escapes his lips, body trembling as he flinches and turns his head.
The alpha chuckles and fits himself in between Jimin’s legs snugly.
“Don’t fight so much, little lamb. You’re going to enjoy tonight. And every night after.”
Jimin squeezes his eyes shut as the alpha shifts up. The sound of fabric sliding amongst skin rings through the tent as Jungkook undresses. Cold and fear has goosebumps prickling his skin as the alpha comes back to the bed. Rough hands slide along the outside of thighs and then under, lifting them until he is spread open. His cheeks flush bright red and humiliating heat combats the coldness as he realizes that the alpha is looking at him in his most private of places. He knows he is still wet from earlier and the alpha’s small grunt confirms that.
Jimin suddenly lets out a loud gasp,eyes shooting open in shock as sudden, wet heat encompasses his cock. The alpha is sucking on him lewdly, tongue and lips working on his small length in ways that generate unbidden gasps and moans and twitches from Jimin.
Pleasure rises in his belly as Jungkook swallows his length and fondles his balls and Jimin bites his bottom lip raw to stop from screaming. He keens, low and long though when the alpha dips a finger into his hole and spreads the wetness around his taint.
“Look at that little pink pucker, so fucking greedy,” Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s cock with a loud pop to say, grinning wickedly at the flushed omega.
Jimin concedes. His omega acts like it’s in heat, whining and begging to be mounted and he’s too tired, too weak, too done to fight back.
“P-please,” he whispers, uncaring. He needs relief before he truly dies.
When he meets Jungkook’s eyes, he almost wishes he hadn’t broken, as the alpha has a glint of triumphant satisfaction in his eyes, his earlier taunt of making the omega beg for him coming to fruition.
To Jimin’s relief, he doesn’t say anything, just falls back upon him and spreads his legs wider. He positions himself along Jimin’s hole and thrusts in, the wetness aiding him well. Jimin closes his eyes and freezes, letting the momentary pain adjust, thankful that the alpha has also stilled enough to let him get his bearings.
His omega preens though, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full. Jimin hasn’t seen the alpha’s cock, but based on feeling, he knows he’s big. Maybe too big as he feels a small twinge in his lower back.
“Perfect. Molded just for my cock.”
Jimin hides his face in the alpha’s neck, hands scrabbling at the flexing biceps.
And then the alpha moves and Jimin finds himself unable to hold back the moans.
“That’s right, let me hear you,” Jungkook grunts as he pushes in and out of Jimin. He’s perfect, tight and beautiful and strong. The omega wraps his legs around Jungkook’s hips, most likely unintentionally, and lets Jungkook ride them both towards fulfillment.
It isn’t until Jimin is limp and gasping for air between them that Jungkook lets himself come, lets himself bathe and claim the omega as his own.
- ❤ -
Jimin dips the rag into the melted ice water, warm from sitting next to the fire. He runs the cloth over his neck and arms and chest until the cloth is cold before returning it to warmth. Jungkook had surprised him this evening, bringing him some warm water and a rag so he could clean up. He’d slept warm with the alpha’s heat around him, but woken up cold as he had disappeared. He’d spent the day hiding out in the tent, eating whatever Namjoon or Yoongi had brought him. Last night Jungkook had bitten his neck in the throes of pleasure and he now bears the mark of the alpha, red and bumpy. Although it has mostly healed since Jungkook had licked over it constantly during the long night. Jimin doesn’t know what it means, if it means anything at all.
As he continues washing himself, sitting on the floor naked with his white silken finery around his waist, the flap behind him opens and a cold gust of wind pushes in, threatening to push over the candle lit lamp beside him. Jimin shivers, but doesn’t move, continuing his process. Even if he hadn't smelled Jungkook’s scent first, he knew no one else would dare enter the tent.
Jungkook crosses the space to stand in front of the bathing omega.
“I’ve brought you some warmer clothes, better suited for traveling in this weather.” Jungkook tosses the bundle down at the end of the bed space and Jimin finally looks up at him, placing the rag into the bowl of water.
He gets up, starting to move over to grab for the clothes when Jungkook’s big hands engulf his wrists, pulling him against the alpha’s chest.
“You won’t need them til tomorrow.”
Jimin shouldn’t. He should turn away. But unlike his mind, his body obeys the alpha and melts into the embrace. He’s lifted off his feet and laid on the bed before he even realizes it.
As the alpha unrobes, Jimin turns his head, determined to see this time. Now that his initial fear is over, he looks. And he shouldn’t be too surprised at his sore back, but he still inwardly gasps when Jungkook’s member springs free, thick and long, jutting out from a bed of dark hair. Small waist leads to thick pecs and dark nipples and Jimin bites his lower lip, finally turning his head away when the alpha chuckles at his unabashed staring.
“Curious little lamb. Look all you want. It’s all yours, anyway.”
What does that even mean? Jimin’s thoughts die quickly as the alpha approaches the bed again, now in all his naked glory. He lays down atop him and Jimin shouldn’t bask in it, but he does, enjoys the weight of the heavy man, the warmth of their skin as they touch together, the air of breaths that teases the goosebumps along his neck. He succumbs to this man, succumbs to the thoughts that maybe he isn’t as pure as he’d thought himself to be all along. As it only takes a look or a touch and he is ready, willingly spreading his legs and arms to welcome an alpha. Dreams of having something akin to what his parents had had with one another slip through his fingers, dreams of meeting someone quiet and shy and hard-working fading into the dark abyss.
He lets himself be owned again by the alpha, moaning softly as long fingers ply him open, the piercing pleasure of his thick cock entering him, the stretch of flesh as his body welcomes the intrusions.
Jimin bites his lips to keep from screaming out in pleasure but the alpha is having none of it, plying Jimin’s lips open with his own, encouraging him to make noises, to imbibe in his enjoyment, as if he is happy the omega is willingly passionate.
And when the alpha thrusts right up against the bundle of nerves he’s searching for, Jimin gives in to the passion and bites the shoulder in front of him, leaving behind teeth marks as well.
- ❤ -
Jimin shivers, waking up without the warmth of Jungkook for the first time in a while. It’s the crack of dawn and he wonders where the alpha went off to. Thirsty, Jimin reaches for the waterskin, only to find it is empty. He puts on his clothes and wraps Jungkook’s thick fur cape around himself before venturing outside to find water.
The base is quiet, bereft, embers from the small bonfires the only sign of life. Jimin turns around, about to head back inside when the bushes come alive behind him. All the warriors come running in from the dark, clearing way and letting a harried looking Namjoon enter the grounds with someone strapped to his back. A stern looking Yoongi follows close behind.
The scent of bitter tonka beans assail his senses and Jimin gasps, realizing that the unconscious form Namjoon is carrying is Jungkook. Another squalid note scents the air and Jimin freezes, knowing well the scent of death.
Jungkook is laid by the fire, belly down, and as Yoongi hurriedly fans the flames to life, Jimin pushes himself into the circle, kneeling down beside Jungkook.
“What happened?” he demands.
Namjoon grimaces. “There were rogues, we all smelt them. We were chasing them away from the lands when-” he stops, eyes hard. “It was my fault. I didn’t pay attention and Jungkook pushed me out of the way and took the poisoned dagger to his back.”
“No. Don’t blame yourself. They knew what they were doing and distracted us.” Yoongi butts in, taking a pot full of snow from a warrior and sitting it on the grill plating over the fire to warm it up.
Jimin’s hands seem to move of their own accord as he peels back the fur vest to inspect the wound. It is just as he had feared, the area already festering and turning blue along the edges. Jimin takes hold of the end of the dagger, preparing to pull it out.
“What are you doing?” the harsh voice of Min Yoongi snaps as he grabs Jimin’s wrist.
“Jungkook has limited time. He has been poisoned by dapperlings.”
“Dapperlings? The mushroom?” Namjoon asks, eyes wide.
“Yes. I’ve seen this method before, they take the mushrooms and boil it until it turns into a thick consistency and then dip whatever they want into it. By itself, most animals already know to stay away from the fungi.”
“How do you know this?”
Jimin looks up at Yoongi, a hint of desperate exasperation coloring his expression. “Please. We need to take this dagger out, the longer it stays in, the faster the poison can spread. You can kill me if Jungkook dies.” Jimin adds on, seeing the unsure looks from both warriors.
“Yoongi, let him.”
Yoongi doesn’t look convinced, but he relents, letting go of Jimin’s wrist.
The omega gets to work, remembering all the ways his healer mother had taught him to eradicate this type of poison.
“Namjoon-ssi, I need some ginger roots, chrysanthemum, yarrow and willow bark. Please boil them along with a few drops of wine and bring me a cup once up to temperature. Yoongi-ssi, please help me hold down your chief as I remove the blade. It will sting him something fierce and I can’t have him move his arm, I don’t need the blood flow to overwork itself.”
Namjoon leaves and Yoongi positions himself over Jungkook, arms pinning the alpha down. He calls forth a few other warriors and together, they hold down. Jimin asks one of the warriors to dip a warm, wet cloth in wine and hold it near before he pulls out the small dagger. Normally, something so small wouldn't even have the wolves bat an eyelash.
As expected, Jungkook groans and starts to thrash but Jimin soothes him quickly with murmured words and gentle hands, working the wine-dipped cloth over the wound to clean it. Once the cloth turns an ugly shade of maroon and purple, Jimin hands it to Yoongi with directions to toss it into the fire, just in time for Namjoon to arrive with a steaming cup of the herbal broth he had requested.
Knowing there is only one way to get the poison out, Jimin sits up on his knees and bends over the wound, putting his lips to the area before suctioning, pulling out mouthfuls of infected blood and spitting it to the side before going in and repeating the process again. He is careful to not digest any of it but doesn’t stop until the blood he spits out is a pure, inky red again, no more purple tint to it.
Jimin then reaches for the cup of broth and takes a big gulp. He swishes it around his mouth, carefully, and then spits it out. He continues until there is no blood left in his spit. Then he takes another cloth, dips it into the cup, letting it soak up everything before folding the cloth into a square and patting it over Jungkook’s wound.
“This cloth will need to be changed with a newly dipped one every hour until the wound closes and the edges of his skin turn pink again.” Jimin makes to stand up, only to almost fall as his legs give out under him.
“Are you ok, Jimin-ssi?” a concerned Namjoon grabs for his arm, steadying him.
“I’m fine. I just need to rest a little, the willow bark in the broth will put me to sleep the rest of the day. Can you please make sure the padding is changed on time?”
“Of course I will. And I-” Namjoon pauses briefly. “We all thank you.”
All the warriors, Yoongi included, bow their heads to a speechless Jimin.
“Come, let me escort you back to the tent.” Jimin nods and acquiesces to his help.
“How did you know what to do?” he asks as they walk. “How did you know what poison it was?”
“My mother was a healer in her pack. I grew up watching her, learning from her. I never really had to help any humans as we were isolated. But I did help some animals while I could. As for knowing the poison, the scent was easy to detect. Dapperlings smell like burning rubber.”
“That's amazing. I could smell it, but had no idea where it was coming from.” Namjoon muses as they reach the tent. “I will watch over him, I promise. Thank you again, Jimin-ssi. You have most likely saved our Chief’s life.”
Jimin gives a tired nod, the herbal medicine starting to work on him. Even though he didn’t ingest any, just the scent alone gives him a headache.
“Let me know if anything changes, Namjoon-ssi.”
- ❤ -
Jimin is warm, so very warm. He had gone to bed freezing so this feels immensely good. He burrows deeper into the furs on top of him and curls his leg backwards. His toes hit what can only be another leg and his eyes pop open. Then he feels the heavy arm resting over his torso, holding him tightly against a strong, familiar chest, the scent of tonka beans surrounding him.
Jungkook.
Jimin sits up immediately, wondering how and why the alpha is in his tent when he’d been outside by the fire the last time he’d seen him.
“J-Jungkook-ssi? How are you feeling?” Jimin scrambles to turn over on his knees, leaning over and checking the alpha’s injury. Thankfully, the wound has closed up, no purple or blue anywhere. He figures, with Jungkook being such a strong alpha, he would recover fast. He just didn’t expect it to be this fast, though.
“Ok, good. The poison is gone.” he murmurs, more to himself than anything.
Jimin lowers his hand, only for Jungkook to grab it in his.
“You saved my life.”
Jimin nods, eyes tracing over the rough alpha’s face. He’s gentler looking today, a little pale still, but recovering well.
“Why?”
Jimin shrugs. He honestly doesn’t have a reason. “You also saved me, Jungkook-ssi.”
Jungkook reaches one hand up to trace the bite mark on Jimin’s neck.
“You may ask anything you wish of me.”
Jimin’s eyes widen. “W-what?”
“You may ask anything you wish of me, Jimin.” the alpha repeats.
Jimin sits there, stunned. The alpha had called him by his name.
“I-” Jimin pauses. What does he want? To return to his home? A cabin in the mountains where he is lonely and scared every morning?
Jungkook is quiet, watching him with glistening eyes.
“I… I just want to belong.” he finally answers. “I’ve lived an outcast all my life and if your pack could accept me, give me work and let me build a small hut somewhere I can live quietly, that's all I ask for.”
There’s a long moment of silence and when Jimin finally looks up to Jungkook for an answer, the alpha is staring at him with quiet marvel in his eyes.
“Jimin.”
“Mmm?”
“What do you think that mark on your neck means?”
Jimin instinctively touches the scar. “I-I don’t know.”
“Namjoon tells me that you did not come from a pack, that you only lived with your parents, isolated. Is that true?”
Jimin nods.
“Little lamb. In a pack, that bite mark means you are mine. My mate. You want to belong? You already do. You belong to me. That means I take care of your needs, make sure you are fed and clothed. My pack welcomed you as soon as I bit you and you earned their respect as soon as you saved my life. You will have a hut, but it isn’t small. It is mine, I built it with my own two hands for my mate and children. I cannot promise you solitude and quietness as you are the mate to an alpha chief. So if that is all you want, omega, then you already have it.”
Jimin’s mouth has dropped open before Jungkook has even finished his speech. Yes. Yes, that's all he wants. To belong. And though scary at first, Jungkook has been the only person who has observed his needs.
“Surely you have other omegas in your pack who would fit better off as your mate. I’m an outsider and a hybrid-”
“No one is you. You were one of the reasons we ventured out so far.”
“What?”
“A seer passed by our village. He knew we were coming out here with plans to attack the Cho Clan as they assassinated some of our innocent packmates who were only passing through. The seer told me that moonbeams and violets will be the treasure I take from Cho lands, that if I ignore it, I will come to regret it.”
“Moonbeams? Violets?” Jimin is so confused.
Jungkook lets out one of his breathy chuckles and Jimin fights hard not to melt at the sound. He’s come to like those far too much. “I am nowhere near romantic, I thought the seer was spewing nonsense as I don’t depend on fate. But as soon as I saw you, I knew. You’re beautiful, like a piece of moonbeam, with your fairness and white-blonde hair. Your irises are a shade of purple I have never seen before and your scent is of violets and lavender. Had I left you behind, little lamb, who would’ve known how to treat my poisoned wound?”
“Oh…” Jimin is shocked. Did his fate purposely lead him to Jungkook? All this time, he had thought Jungkook had thrown a wrench into his fate, taking him from an imperative death. It makes sense though, that maybe all this time he had been wrong. He was meant to be with the warrior and his clan.
“Jimin.”
Jimin breaks out of his thoughts as the alpha lifts him and places him on his lap, his back against the broad chest.
“You will belong in our pack. We have other hybrids too. One of them is Yoongi’s mate, Taehyung, who is part tiger.”
Jimin is surprised. There are others out there like him. Different. But the same.
And as Jimin settles, he feels peace for the first time in a long time. He finally knows what it feels like to look forward to something, other than just the next day. Jungkook says he has a cabin. He wonders if there is land too, something small enough for a garden so he can plant his fruits and vegetables. He doesn’t know anything about pack life, but he finds excitement stirring in him at the prospect of learning.
There will be so much to learn and see. And much to learn about each other as well. But as fate has given him this direction, Jimin is intent on taking it.
- END -