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It’s been a week.
Seven, extremely long, days.
And Yoongi is already questioning how he spent thirty years in this suffocating, loud, trap of a city.
He’s had a permanent headache from adjusting to the swamp of thick, heavy, scents that stuff up his nose, and the sheer racket of horns from traffic racing at all hours of the day and night, the hubbub of noise of bodies living so tightly together.
Even his own apartment stinks of the city, of stale air and odours, his own working overtime to make it feel like home once more after his three-week absence.
Being back at work doesn’t help centre him either, if anything, it makes his world feel even more flipped on its head as he has to get used to new looks of sympathy from co-workers due to his month-long absence.
The only thing that hasn’t changed, is his boss.
As she proves now as she drops a blue folder on his desk. “I need you to take a trip.”
Yoongi’s heart thumps a bit faster than normal as he drags the folder to himself, flipping it open to read the contents inside.
“It’s not too far, just the next region over. A noise complaint from the city’s police department was flagged for a Monitor to check over the family,” she says as he skims over the document. “Easy work.”
“They’re city wolves, of course it’s easy and mundane,” Yoongi grumbles, flipping the page to read how many wolves live in the family home.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow when you come back!” she hollers, leaving his cubicle, leaving Yoongi to his first assignment upon coming back to work.
Yoongi shuts the folder with a long sigh, already feeling tired, as he shuts down his computer.
At least his routine is still painfully the same, even if he’s struggling to adjust back to an environment he was born and raised in.
“You had a job today?” the wolf’s voice sounds surprised, and a touch concerned, through the speakerphone of the call.
“It was a simple one. It was only in the next region over, in the main city there, a simple house-calling of making sure no abuse was happening,” Yoongi explains as he stirs his soup that is from a can, and the only thing he can be bothered in making after driving to and from the region that is next to the capital’s.
“You’ve only been back a week,” Jimin states, still surprised.
“It was an easy job, easy to travel to and from, easy to check out the situation,” Yoongi shrugs, even though the alpha can’t see it, as he continues to stir his soup at his stove.
“How did it feel? To be out on a job?”
“Seeing that blue folder did cause a bit of anxiety, but once I was out there, working, it was all muscle memory and familiar focus as I worked,” Yoongi admits as he moves to grab himself a deep enough bowl.
“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about it,” Jimin points out lightly. “You sound a little….done.”
“I’m not entirely sure how I feel. I’ll need to go on a few more jobs to really know if I am done with being a Monitor, or if I’m just still adjusting to being back at work after sitting on my ass for a month.”
“Possibly. You did suspect that she’d wait a week before throwing you out back into the field.”
Yoongi grunts as he turns off his stove, and pours out his soup into his bowl.
“How is your guest doing?” Yoongi calls as he moves to dump the dirty pan into the sink to be washed after he’s ate.
“He’s settled in now, and showing positive signs that he’s going to be comfortable in his stay here, so all good, really,” Jimin shares of his own work, since the alpha had found a compatible guest during the scent meeting last week.
Yoongi grabs his phone with his free hand as he heads for his sofa where the television is on mute, and curls up on his sofa, bowl sitting on top of a cushion, spoon waiting inside it, as he switches off the speakerphone before placing his phone to his ear.
“You’re still up for coming at the end of the month?” Yoongi asks as he stirs his soup with his spoon.
Jimin hums. “I’ll be needing the capital to jumpstart my sense of smell after deep cleaning my guest’s den.”
“Oh, it’ll jump start your senses, all right. I’m still adjusting, and I was born here,” Yoongi teases in between blowing on his soup.
“You really do sell the allure of city-living.”
“I try,” Yoongi grins at his boyfriend’s amused tone.
“Well, the pictures you’ve been sending me of the place are already helping me develop an idea of how large it is. Your apartment still is bigger than my den, despite what you say of apartments being tiny.”
“Just wait until you get here, you’ll see that your den is luxurious since you don’t hear your neighbours fucking at two in the morning,” Yoongi grunts out, still pissed at that particular wake-up call yesterday morning.
Jimin laughs at his minor growl. “I don’t, but I sure can smell it when they air out their den.”
Yoongi grins around his spoonful of soup at that.
“How’s the soup? Despite it coming from a can and probably has no nutritional value in it,” Jimin deadpans lightly, tone snarky, and it makes Yoongi grin more as he settles back against his sofa.
“It wouldn’t be the first thing I’ve ate that has no nutritional value.”
“Name three within ten seconds.”
“Pizza, cum, ramen,” Yoongi rattles off easily as he scrapes the side of his spoon around the bowl’s edges, collecting soup.
And raises an eyebrow at the sudden choking fit going on at the other end of the call.
“You good?” Yoongi checks.
“You said, ‘cum’, right?” Jimin wheezes back as he continues to cough.
“I did indeed,” Yoongi hums back, smirking around his spoon.
“Just making sure,” Jimin says as he collects himself from his surprise.
“It’s true, sperm has no nutritional value.”
“I wasn’t denying the fact, I just wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth amongst things like, ‘pizza’ and ‘ramen’,” Jimin bluntly states, making Yoongi grin.
“You asked, I delivered,” Yoongi states, amused.
“Gutter brain.”
“How does that make me a ‘gutter brain’?” Yoongi laughs loudly.
“Because if you were to ask me that, I can promise you that cum would be nowhere near my list!” Jimin laughs back. “Gutter-minded, admit it.”
“Only if you admit that you like it,” Yoongi challenges, soup now forgotten in this new game of back and forth with his boyfriend.
Jimin snorts.
“I’ll admit it if you admit to being filthy-minded.”
“Filthy is a strong word, I’d have to argue against that,” Yoongi teases, putting his soup onto the floor so that he can focus completely on this conversation.
“And what word would you use, huh?” Jimin teases back.
“Fun,” Yoongi says with a smile, waiting for the alpha’s laughter to float through the call, and isn’t disappointed when it does.
“You’re that, alright,” Jimin agrees with a low, amused, hum.
Yoongi chews on his lip, debating on whether or not he pursues with his typical flirting pattern of insinuating his sexual prowess, or to keep it clean with Jimin, since this is the first time that they’ve really touched upon anything related to sex.
“I’m fun in many ways,” Yoongi says lightly, tone flirty, but still playful.
He hears a soft huff of an exhale, and Yoongi can’t really tell if it’s a small laugh, scoff, or a surprised huff.
“Hard to say if that is true. I still have to see all of you.”
Yoongi’s body tickles with a rush of warm, giddy, excitement as Jimin plays along with his flirting as he matches his light tone.
“Likewise,” Yoongi says back, moving to lie down on his sofa, smiling up at his ceiling, as he hooks an arm behind his head.
“I did tell you that all you have to do is ask,” Jimin huffs back, and Yoongi almost blanks out at the answer as he searches through his memory of such a thing being said.
And then he remembers.
“You looked like you were one second away from face-planting into it,” Yoongi teases, baiting the alpha on purpose as he leans his shoulder back against the wall.
“Was not, I was in perfect control,” Jimin snorts back, and Yoongi grins because he’s hearing more of that little snark, seeing more of Jimin’s personality emerge from behind the uncertainty and nervousness from earlier.
“Oh? With the way you were stretching, it looked like a simple breeze could undo you.”
“I own muscles for a reason,” Jimin retorts as he unscrews the light free, completely missing Yoongi’s little smirk.
“I mean, your arms are thick, but I haven’t seen the rest of you to comment,” Yoongi lightly says, being mindful to keep this sudden new area between them light and teasing so that he doesn’t make the alpha uncomfortable with the flirtish behaviour Yoongi is testing out.
It’s a good thing that there is bed underneath Jimin because he fumbles with the lightbulb and drops it as he snaps his gaze to look at Yoongi, stunned.
“What? It’s true. Your arms show off how hard you work at your job,” Yoongi says in light of the alpha’s sudden gaze, watching as the surprise falls away to a brief – but very interesting – look of heat, before settling onto playful determination.
Yoongi knows a challenging look when he sees one, and is curious at how Jimin is going to play.
“You sound like you wanna touch them,” Jimin huffs with a soft laugh, looking down at the bed so that he can peel open the box, tipping it so that the new lightbulb slides out.
“You sound like you want me to touch them,” Yoongi retorts back a lot stronger and blunter than he meant to, and the way Jimin freezes, head still down, Yoongi is regretting it.
But, before he can do damage control, Jimin speaks first as he peers up, looking at Yoongi through a slight curtain of his black, wavy, hair, as it falls forward still.
Piercing ice blue and brown eyes kick him hard in the gut where a curl of excitement sparks.
“If I asked, would you?”
That curl of excitement sparks again, hotter.
“If you didn’t ask, would you still let me?” Yoongi murmurs back, too conscious of the way the air hangs in his bedding area, of how still, thick, it is with their scents again.
Jimin is the one to break the thick air as he leans for the lamp, fixing the new lightbulb in it.
Yoongi almost believes that is the end of it, Jimin’s answer left unspoken, when the alpha responds with, “you should try it and find out.”
“You’d really show me if I asked?” Yoongi tests, making sure he’s on the same page as the wolf, the warmth under his skin burning a little warmer.
“I don’t know, you have yet to ask me of something.”
“I don’t know if I can ask,” Yoongi responds with, meaning it, since he doesn’t want to make Jimin uncomfortable as they toy with this new line they’re tentatively tiptoeing over.
Jimin snorts gently at that. “I’d tell you if I’m not comfortable with something, Yoongi. I do own a tongue, after all.”
“If I asked you to send me pictures of you, would you?”
Yoongi’s heart beats fast with the spike of nerves.
“Of me doing what?” Jimin questions, tone completely at ease.
“I never did get the chance to touch those muscles that you flaunt,” Yoongi answers, still nervous, despite this being the tamest thing he’s asked from someone he’s dating.
“See? This is what happens when you don’t ask in person, now I get to decide how much of a tease I can be,” Jimin chuckles, and it instantly soothes Yoongi’s nerves.
“If you tease, I tease back,” Yoongi playfully warns, secretly looking forward to learning what Jimin classes as ‘teasing’.
Yoongi knows he’s more experienced than Jimin is, which is why Yoongi is making sure that he’s not making the wolf uncomfortable being in this new area of flirting and teasing each other with slight sexual undertones.
“I look forward to setting the bar.”
Yoongi laughs at that, can easily picture Jimin’s smirking face, as he too is amused and anticipating the end result of their conversation.
“Dinner calls,” Jimin says gently, a little reluctance in his tone to end the call, as Yoongi listens to the wolf move through the call, no doubt heading for his den door.
“Give the guys my greetings,” Yoongi says back just as gently, hearing his own reluctance to part too.
As they say their goodbyes, and the call ends, Yoongi lets out a long sigh as he stares up at his ceiling, phone on his chest.
It’s new, being in a long-distanced relationship, one that is actively being grown and maintained through texts and calls, when he’s so used to doing it all in person by going to the other’s person’s place or a nearby meeting spot.
It’s new, but Yoongi doesn’t regret having it. He looks forward to their nightly calls, the random text messages they send each other about the most out of context stuff, and the fact that they both have to be explicitly open with communicating through words rather than through visible physical cues such as scents and body language.
It’s nice, bonding like this.
And when Yoongi returns from his evening shower to check to see if his phone is fully charged before he passes out for the evening, he sees that he has three messages from Jimin.
Anticipation bubbles through him as he sits on his bed, towel wrapped around his hips, hair dripping water down his back and shoulders, as he types in his passcode and opens up the message.
And immediately smiles at the first image that pops up as it shows Jimin from a high angle, showing off his beaming grin as he leans on the railing of his porch, the setting sun hitting the warm tones of his brown and ice blue eyes.
Yoongi scrolls down to the second image that has been sent, and swallows at the complete juxtaposition of the two.
If the first were to be labelled as, ‘soft and warm’, then the second image should be labelled as, ‘intimate’.
Yoongi swallows as he carefully takes in the image of Jimin standing in his closed den bathroom, facing his mirror, completely shirtless as he shows off his soft muscle tone, his black wavy hair a tousled mess as he tilts his head at his reflection, his gaze feeling as if he is directly looking at Yoongi.
Yoongi then looks at the text that sits underneath the images.
all you had to do was ask
Laughing softly at the snarky little text that he can easily hear Jimin’s voice saying it in his head, Yoongi stands up, and heads for his own bathroom.
Whereas Jimin was still dressed in jean shorts, Yoongi is only dressed in the towel that is wrapped around his hips, and he makes sure to highlight that fact as he opens up his camera, and angles his phone to get a decent mirror selfie of him tilting his head too as he stares at his reflection.
Yoongi takes a couple photos until he’s happy with the one he chooses to send back, with the reply of:
i ask and share
As he waits for Jimin’s response, despite the late hour, Yoongi gets dressed, blow-dries his hair, and brushes his teeth.
When he climbs into bed and checks his phone, he smiles at it as opens up the response.
r.i.p my heart
“Dork,” Yoongi affectionally whispers to himself as he says goodnight to his boyfriend.
And falls asleep to the emoji filled response of kissing emojis, and heart emojis, his lips firmly tucked up into a soft smile.
Two weeks into living back on the mainland, and Yoongi’s headache has finally left.
But, what follows it, is something that Yoongi is not in the mood for dealing with, not after a week of dealing with city wolves being stupid and petty with each other in apartment-living altercations.
Yoongi opens up his cycle tracker, and feels his eye twitch at seeing that his gut feeling is right when he notes the lateness of his season cycle.
The heightened level of annoyance he’s been experiencing all damn week, the lack of patience on his end of dealing with anyone that acts like a pup rather than a grown wolf, all makes sense.
“Fucking pre-heat,” Yoongi growls to himself, irritated even further as he sits at his desk, typing up his report.
Yoongi is so used to knowing when to expect his pre-heat symptoms to manifest as his cycle pills lead him into a seasonal cycle, that now he’s been off his pills for two months now, he hasn’t been tracking when his heat would start.
He’s so used to the rigidness of knowing when to expect his pre-heat symptoms and actual heat, that knowing it is happening completely at the whim of its own doing, further aggravates him.
“Looks like this is going to be a moody fucking heat,” Yoongi grunts to himself, hitting his keyboard harder than necessary as he continues to work.
Usually, his pre-heat lasts for a couple of days as he builds up to his heat cycle, which lasts three days.
But, that was under the influence of season cycle pills.
Without them?
Yoongi has no fucking idea how long this season cycle is going to annoy his ass with.
Literally.
“My heat is coming and I can’t stop being angry,” Yoongi greets his boyfriend before the poor alpha can even say hello.
“I can tell,” Jimin says lightly, probably testing how irritated Yoongi is before deciding if he’s in the mood for playful remarks. “Apart from feeling angry, you’re feeling the usual symptoms of pre-heat, yes?”
Yoongi grunts out an affirmative as he heads straight for the bathroom so he can remove the clothes that stink of work and public transport, his nose having none of it in his den as he puts Jimin on speakerphone as he sits his phone on his bathroom counter.
“I think I have another day or so of feeling like the entire world is trying grate under my skin,” Yoongi huffs out as he quickly undresses himself, shedding his clothing off his skin, and rubbing at his scent glands in his neck to settle his annoyance of the stench left behind from his clothes.
A comforting sound comes through the call, and Yoongi wishes he could have it in person, and glares at his phone as if it is the reason why the alpha can’t physically be here.
“I have work tomorrow, and then heat leave,” Yoongi says as he balls up his clothing, butt naked, grabs his phone, and leaves his bathroom so he can hurry to his washing machine to stuff the items inside.
“How are your heats, usually?” Jimin politely asks, still on loud speaker, as Yoongi sets the washer away with scent neutraliser detergent inside it.
“Moody,” Yoongi admits. “I don’t get sexual heats. I just get real annoyed by everything around me as I cramp up.”
“You want me to send more of my shirts? Or will that only annoy your senses?” Jimin offers softly, and Yoongi picks up his phone as he heads for his bedroom.
He had sort of made it into a bedding area, had even rearranged his room around just so that he shoved his bed against the wall farthest from the window, and had installed a curtain rail that his landlord doesn’t know about around his bed.
The curtain wasn’t flushed to his bed, with a wide enough gap for him to move freely around it, but it helped separate his bedroom and gave him a deeper sense of privacy than the window curtains ever did.
Opening up his wardrobe, Yoongi tugs out a loose t-shirt that still smells of Jimin, and throws it on, before moving to snap shut his window curtain.
“If you don’t mind me depleting your wardrobe,” Yoongi answers as his bedroom becomes muted, but not completely dark, as he turns on his lamp that sits on his dresser, casting a warm light into the space as he heads for his bedding area.
Jimin snorts at that. “I have plenty of shirts to share. I don’t mind.”
“You’ll get them back when I see you in a couple of weeks’ time,” Yoongi promises as he starfishes onto his bed, legs dangling down the side of his double bed, the curtain still open.
“I can’t promise the same thing. You can scent your clothes again, but not so sure I’ll be returning them,” Jimin teases, making Yoongi huff out a small laugh.
“I have to go grocery shopping for some energy drinks and bars, and I can’t convince my legs to take me,” Yoongi complains as he gently rubs his wrist against his bedding, lightly scenting his nest.
“Order online and have it delivered to you?” Jimin suggests, and it’s not a bad idea.
“Aren’t you supposed to be encouraging me not to be lazy?” Yoongi jokes, mind already decided on ordering his groceries online for a change.
“Season week is all about self-care. If I had that mainland convenience, I’d be using it all the time during my ruts.”
“Urgh, that reminds me, I have to buy some scent strips on my way to work tomorrow. My scent is too much in an office environment, and that’s with the air filter on.”
“Should you be at work then?” Jimin questions, concerned. “I was taught that, when a wolf’s scent reflects their season cycle starting that is when the wolf peaces out and remains in their den.”
“Depends on your job, here in the city. If you work with the public, then your season leave starts as soon as your scent climbs with it. I work in an office, mainly, and since I’m not going to be assigned a job now my heat leave has been submitted, I can still attend work.”
“Well, that sucks,” Jimin grunts out, not impressed, and it makes Yoongi smirk at hearing the rare tone of annoyance in the alpha’s voice. “Just call in sick.”
Yoongi barks out a laugh at that. “No more sick days left. I’ll be fine. It’s an inconvenience, yeah, but my scent doesn’t smell of need, so I’m lucky in that sense that I won’t get slimeball attention.”
The grunt that comes this time sounds angrier, making Yoongi know exactly what the other wolf is thinking off with is ‘slimeball’ comment.
Even in cities, there are still times where a wolf is accosted by another wolf that is reacting instinctively to their scent.
“Text me when your heat kicks in to let me know if you can tolerate talking or not. For me, the first two days of my rut, I shut out the world as I deal with myself. On day three, I go searching for affection and comfort from the guys,” Jimin shares, and Yoongi pays careful attention to the wolf’s own season cycle pattern.
In a way, they’re very similar. Yoongi can barely tolerate himself during the first couple days of his heat, but once it wanes, he feels the deep need for comfort from those he loves.
“I’ll let you know,” Yoongi promises as he rolls himself onto his tummy, face full of his scent and Jimin’s that comes from the t-shirt he’s wearing.
“Before you get too comfortable, order what you need, and then get comfy,” Jimin chuckles softly as he hears the difference in Yoongi’s breathing as he begins to relax.
“Too late,” Yoongi grins into his duvet, arm cushioning his head.
“You’ll regret it in the morning,” Jimin playfully warns. “The faster you do it, the faster you can chill.”
“Wise words, shame that I’m too lazy to follow them.”
Jimin laughs at that, tone affectionate as he lightly berates Yoongi.
In the end, the alpha wins in succeeding in forcing Yoongi up off his bed and to his laptop out in his living room.
Groceries ordered with the delivery due to arrive in the next few hours, Yoongi is forced to say goodbye to the alpha as he’s called for dinner, and Yoongi’s washer calls for his own attention.
Scenting the neutraliser, it causes an impulse in Yoongi to grab a spray bottle full of it to deep clean his entire apartment at seven in the evening.
He doesn’t want his apartment smelling of the city from when he had his window open in the early hours of this morning to air out his bedroom after having a very mild nightmare, and with that in mind, Yoongi follows instinct.
He grabs a spray bottle of neutraliser, a rag, and goes spray-crazy on his front door, cleansing the metal door, and causing a scent barrier in the process.
From there, he does his windows, his bathroom, living room, and kitchen.
He doesn’t touch his bedroom – apart from the windows – and strips his bed so he can have fresher bedding that he can scent mark more satisfyingly.
By the time he crawls into bed at midnight, his lower abdominal feels a bit bloated and tender, and Yoongi knows that work in the morning is going to be a nightmare of its own as cramps begin as his secondary reproductive system decides to make itself known again.
Evolution sure could’ve skipped the need for cramps when it decided that some male omegas can carry two sets of reproductive systems, because there is no need for cramps to exist in this world, both omegas and betas can firmly agree on that.
my stomach feels like razor blades are having a party in there and feels bloated as a fucking balloon
Jimin winces in sympathy for his boyfriend as the texts continue to fly in.
at least slick isn’t runnin out of my ass like a leaking tap, I think I’d prefer that over my womb trying to lure me into getting pregnant
Jimin winces again. Admittingly, he hasn’t met a lot of male omegas that do have the ability to carry a womb as well as male genitalia, but he’s still met a few, so he knows how uncomfortable male omegas heats can be.
His father doesn’t have a secondary reproductive system, but his heats had been of a sexual need, so whenever his father’s heat came around, his mother’s own season cycle synced up.
Even before he knew what season cycles were, he and his brother were used to staying at a neighbouring wolf’s den during the initial first few days.
As he got older and learnt of different types of season cycles, he became more aware of when sexual needs were part of a cycle, and when emotional needs were.
He’s always been nervous that he’ll have one of those rut cycles that is entirely focused around his cock getting as much friction as it craves, since that was the cycle most alphas are taught to expect and prepare for since they are the most dangerous ones to have lucid control over your instinct.
So far, he’s only had really heavy emotional ruts where loneliness and longing felt like a heavy ache in his bones, where it felt like the scents of his own family were never enough to calm the ache.
Even now, living in the pack with the guys, Jimin still struggles to find a hard centre during his first few days of rut.
I know I said not to call me but fuck it, if I hear the sound of my own breathing anymore, I’m going to take a pillow to my face
Jimin quickly calls the omega at reading that text message, his previous silence shattering since he had listened to the wolf’s warning of not responding to his messages during the first few days of his heat.
“How much blood do you think I’ll lose if I rip out my womb?” Yoongi lightly questions, and Jimin ignores his instinctive reaction to swim to the mainland to stop Yoongi from even contemplating harm to himself.
“It’ll be messy, and you hate cleaning up mess,” Jimin answers instead as he continues on his patrol around the pack grounds, the night air much cooler now that summer has passed its peak.
“True.”
“Have you tried using a warm cloth and massaging on top of it?” Jimin asks softly, trying to recall all the tips he’s heard of.
“I think my womb would literally fight me if I so much as tried to rub my belly,” Yoongi deadpans, miserable with pain and discomfort, that Jimin really has to breathe through the urge to head straight for the sea.
He’d kill himself just trying to swim in the ocean, so his instinct needs to chill and find another means of offering comfort to both of them.
“When are you next due for pain relief?” Jimin asks as he heads for the dock, and lowers himself to sit on the edge of it, his legs dangling down off it.
“Another hour. But I’m tempted to take it now, and deal with the consequences later.”
“Having your stomach pumped will only make it hurt more,” Jimin counters, once again wishing he was near his boyfriend to help him somehow.
Yoongi grunts at that, sounding more miserable than he did a second ago.
“I hate heats. They suck.”
“I know,” Jimin softly soothes, chest aching. “Try to focus on me, not the razor party in your gut.”
Yoongi snorts at that. “I filled my nest with your shirts, and it’s helping take my mind away from how much my own skin is aggravating me at the moment.”
Jimin smiles at hearing that. “So, my package arrived in time, huh?”
“Fuck yes it did. It smells glorious in here, like you’re here with me.”
Jimin swallows as a strong pang of longing hits him. “I would if I could.”
“You should come. I don’t bite,” Yoongi grunts out, the sound of moving coming through as the omega gets more comfortable.
Jimin’s swinging legs pause. “What?”
“I said, ‘you should come’. Your guest left yesterday, yeah?”
Jimin’s heart races, his mind blank.
“You said that you need space,” Jimin blurts out, confused, because that’s what the wolf told him to expect from Yoongi during the first few days of his heat.
“That was before I knew that your scent would be this comforting during my heat. Your scent is literally my anchor at the moment. I’m much more lucid than I usually am. I’d normally be deep into hating my life right now.”
Jimin’s heart races faster. “I would, but…”
“You wouldn’t be breaking into my den. I’m giving you clear consent to come and snuggle with me,” Yoongi reassures, easily picking up on the cause of Jimin’s hesitance. “I’m completely lucid, Jimin. I know what I’m asking for.”
Jimin’s head turns into white noise of instinct and fretting of how to get to the mainland as fast as he can.
“The port is closed now, I’ll have to see if there are any spaces on the ferry tomorrow morning,” Jimin warns as his mind spins, already thinking of how to convince Namjoon and Jungkook to clean his guest’s den for him in his absence, or get the okay from Jin and Hoseok to leave it for when he comes back.
“Wait, this sounds like I’m demanding you to come. You’re probably busy with cleaning-”
“I don’t mind, Yoongi. I wasn’t sure you’d want me there, which is why I never offered to come,” Jimin gently cuts the wolf off. “I can clean the den when I come back.”
“But, that means if you come now, you can’t come at the end of the month.”
Jimin frowns, not following the logic behind that. “Why not? I don’t mind riding the ferry, I’m long used to it now. I can still come back after taking care of my guest’s den.”
“…..well then. That shut me up,” Yoongi says slowly, taken aback, that it makes Jimin giggle.
“As long as you’re a hundred percent sure that my presence in your den isn’t going to backfire and annoy you, then I’ll be at your door sometime tomorrow if I can secure a seat on the ferry,” Jimin says as he stands up, ignoring the sense of urgency filling him to make things happen now when he knows he can’t.
“The only thing annoying me greatly are my cramps. You’re good,” Yoongi promises.
“Well then, that settles it. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. I’ll let you know an approximate time once I know which ferry ride I can get.”
“I apologise in advance for any whining that may happen during your visit.”
“No need to apologise for venting. Vent away, babe,” Jimin hums out, and then freezes on the dock at the slip of endearment that betrays his lips.
Silence comes through the call, and Jimin eyes the water beside him, wondering if drowning will be more fun than burning from the inside out with embarrassment of calling Yoongi something he may not be comfortable with.
Jimin has always wanted to call his partner sweet names, names he’s heard often said around him, but never directed to him.
“Sorry, I should’ve asked-”
“Babe…I like it,” Yoongi cuts him off with a soft, gentle, huff, and Jimin blinks.
“You do?” Jimin asks tightly, not fully believing it.
“I’m a sucker for using endearments. I was just waiting to ask you about potential names,” Yoongi hums back. “Babe, sweetheart, I’m sucker for them all.”
“Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe,” Jimin says as he fails to keep the giddy smile off his face as he hurries back to his den.
Yoongi’s breathing hitches slightly, a contented hum coming from him.
“I’ll look forward to it, babe.”
Jimin knows the wolf hears his delighted little giggle as he hangs up, feeling euphoric over such a small thing of using pet names with his boyfriend.
It feels just as good as he’s always fantasised it to feel.
Despite his gut cramping up a vicious storm, making him want to curl into a ball of misery in his nest, Yoongi stuck his middle finger up at it, dragged his feet out of his apartment, and drove his ass to the ferry terminal.
Heat be damned, he was not letting Jimin roam the capital streets alone on his first time here.
Which is where he sits, hunched against his steering wheel, phone in one hand, the other wrapped around his belly, as he scans the bodies coming from the entrance of the building connected to the port.
Jimin said that his ferry had just docked, and it’s been fifteen minutes since Yoongi received the message.
Considering it was after four o’clock in the afternoon, Yoongi wasn’t surprised with the congestion the area has as people come and go from their different journeys to the capital from different islands, and mainland connections to other region ports.
Yoongi glances back at his phone, checking to see if he’s missed a new message, and frowns when he sees the old one still there.
“Screw it,” Yoongi grunts out to himself as he opens his car door, and all but forces his resisting body out to stand against it so that he can see better from the higher vantage point.
Leaning most of his weight onto the side of his car, and car door, Yoongi squints at the entrance, looking for Jimin’s familiar face, since he’s unable to catch any hint of a scent due to the congestion.
Five minutes later, Yoongi waves his arm madly when he spies a familiar face, trusting the alpha’s much more sharper senses to spot Yoongi faster than if Yoongi were to shout his name.
Jimin does with a quick jerk as he changes direction as he heads towards where Yoongi is parked, expression tight from the understandable on slaughter of stimuli that the capital has even this far out on its’ edges, but radiating happiness in seeing Yoongi.
That happiness soon vanishes the closer he gets, and the senses of a wild wolf accurately reads the misery pouring off Yoongi’s body as Jimin practically sprints the rest of the way to him, his holdall bouncing on his back from where he carries it.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Jimin worries out as he tentatively steps close to Yoongi’s side, gaze searching Yoongi’s own for discomfort of his presence.
Yoongi answers instinctively, the pull and urge to wrap himself around the wolf so natural, it would feel unnatural if he fought it.
Jimin gently wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, snuffling softly at his hair, as Yoongi wraps his arms tighter around the back of the wolf’s neck as he too breathes in the scent of peony musk.
The wolf’s scent relaxes his muscles, taking his focus away from the tight ones that are cramping around in his gut, and he makes a soft sound in the back of his throat as he lightly rubs his scent into Jimin’s hair.
“Okay, let’s get you home before you become goo-like,” Jimin softly whispers, a smile to his voice, as he gently pulls back a little to read Yoongi’s response.
“Too late,” Yoongi huffs back as he leans in for quick kiss. “Hi, by the way.”
Jimin laughs as he kisses him back, before pulling away completely.
Jimin shoves his bag into the back seat of Yoongi’s car, and even though he voices that he’d much prefer to drive them back to Yoongi’s apartment so that Yoongi isn’t distracted by his cramps, he also knows that he’d get them lost even with Yoongi’s directing.
“Once you get familiar with the lanes and the nut jobs on the roads, then I’ll let you drive,” Yoongi huffs out as they sit in traffic.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was crammed,” Jimin comments, looking out of the window as he takes in the hulking skyscrapers and towering buildings of the downtown business district.
Yoongi nods, taking in the buildings too, trying to picture it from Jimin’s point of view of only seeing the city from afar.
“Just wait until you see how apartments look inside. Your brain may explode,” he teases lightly as they move through the rush hour traffic.
“Seeing and smelling are too different things. So yeah, my brain probably will try to deny the fact that wolves live in spaces such as this,” Jimin says back, completely immersed in adjusting and learning his new environment.
And it doesn’t stop as they crawl through the traffic.
Yoongi is just glad his cramps lessen up, otherwise he’d be a lot less chirpy at having to sit for over an hour in crawling traffic.
Inside Yoongi’s apartment, Jimin’s face is a priceless picture of confusion, awe, and mild disgust as he keeps wiping at his nose.
“Your nose is going to take awhile to adjust to the thousand layers of scents going on,” Yoongi consoles gently as he locks the front door.
“I can’t even smell you anymore,” Jimin whines, looking slightly distressed as he gently puts his bag down on the floor in his living area, inhaling deeply to prove his point.
Yoongi waves for the alpha to follow him to his bathroom, where he dampens a cloth with some mild alcohol cleanser and gently cleans the male’s face, neck and hands to help lessen the imprint of scents on his skin.
“Better?” Yoongi asks softly, since he can smell Jimin strongly, already used to the scents of the city.
Jimin nods, looking down at the cloth that Yoongi then dumps into his washing hamper.
“It’ll get easier,” Yoongi reassures as he steps into the alpha’s space, running his fingers through the slight tangles in the wolf’s wavy, black, hair.
Jimin inhales deeply as he rests his forehead against Yoongi’s, his hands light on Yoongi’s hips.
“You should lie down,” Jimin grumbles softly, voice thick with contentment, but also a touch of concern too.
Yoongi’s cramping gut agrees as a new wave of agony builds.
Yoongi grunts as he flinches at the building discomfort, takes Jimin’s hand in his, and leads him to his bedroom.
“Shoes off,” Yoongi instructs as he kicks off his own, before tugging for Jimin to follow him past the curtains of his bedding area.
Yoongi heads straight for the wall where he lies down on his back, waiting for Jimin to poke his head through the curtains to follow him.
Instead, the curtains remain unmoving.
“Jimin?” Yoongi calls, sitting up with a groan as he hugs his belly.
“You sure you want me in your nest?” Jimin calls back, nervous and polite at the same time.
It reminds him of the first time he invited Jimin into his den, back on Gutenvell, at how polite and nervous the alpha had been when he changed the lightbulb in Yoongi’s bedding area.
“Half of your wardrobe is in here with me, so you may as well complete my collection,” Yoongi calls back in a soft huff, endeared, and grins at the wolf as Jimin tentatively pokes his head through the curtains.
And when Jimin kneels onto his bed, still moving tentatively, Yoongi does the rest by eagerly yanking the alpha to join him, both of them letting out huffs of air as Jimin frantically tries to make sure that he isn’t smothering Yoongi with his weight.
“See? All better,” Yoongi reassures the wolf as Jimin lies on his side, and Yoongi remains on his back.
“The second you get uncomfortable with me being here, you let me know,” Jimin warns lightly, meaning it.
“I will, but I highly doubt you will. I told you that your scent is comforting,” Yoongi reminds his boyfriend softly, head turned to look at him, as Jimin tries to get his head comfortable on his pillows, inhaling deeply as he scents Yoongi’s nest.
It makes a bubble of pride and happiness grow in his chest at seeing the wolf so relaxed in his nest.
Yoongi grunts as a sharp roll of burning discomfort crawls over his belly, making him tense up as he lifts his legs up so that his knees are bent, and his feet are planted into his mattress.
“Do you have a hot water bottle or microwavable heat cushion?” Jimin questions, sitting up, as he notices Yoongi’s discomfort immediately.
“Somewhere in here, probably at the bottom,” Yoongi hisses, trying to sit up, and snorts when he feels a soft pressure to his shoulder for him to remain lying.
“I’ll do it, just try and get comfortable, okay?” Jimin says softly as he moves, searching for the items, before hurrying out of his bedding area.
Yoongi forces himself to sit up so that he can adjust his pillows so that he and Jimin can be comfortable as they lie together, patting the mounds of cushions until he’s appeased, before shoving a long pillow behind him, against the wall, where he then half lies on it at an angle – not fully lying on his back or on his side, just somewhere in between.
He then shoves his phone from out of his sweatpants, tucking it under his pillows after making sure it was set to silence and not vibrate because that would annoy the fuck out of him if it started to vibrate around in his nest, and listens to the sounds of Jimin moving around in his apartment.
Yoongi is a terrible host. He should be giving the wolf a tour or something, instead, he’s lying in his bedding area, listening to the sound of his kettle boiling, and the hum of a microwave working.
But, Yoongi has to admit, the last time he was cared for during a heat, was when he still lived at home with his mother or father, depending on the weekend.
He’s not used to being fussed over, mainly because he can’t stand it during the first two days of his heat, but with Jimin….it feels like they’ve done this a hundred times.
It feels familiar, another reminder that the bond they share isn’t like any other Yoongi has felt.
“How you doin’?” Jimin checks as he returns, carefully kneeling into the nest with his hands full of his hot water bottle, and a pink reheatable bead-filled cushion that can mould to the shape of your body.
“The party of razor blades has decided to kick up again,” Yoongi grunts as he gratefully accepts the water bottle and shoves it behind him so that it can help with the growing ache in his lower back from all the tensing, and cradles the cushion against his belly, sighing at the immediate relief of the warmth helping his muscles relax.
Jimin lies down next to him again, on his side, watching Yoongi carefully.
With one hand holding his heated cushion against his belly, he reaches out with his other to lightly tug at the wolf’s shirt, his jacket gone now.
“Come closer,” Yoongi whispers, feeling hot from the combined heat of his water bottle and heated cushion.
Jimin does so slowly, making sure he doesn’t jostle Yoongi as he lifts his arm up so that he can lightly run his fingers up and down Yoongi’s arm, causing little tickles to run through him, distracting him from his cramps, and making him relax further as the same hand trails up to play with Yoongi’s hair.
“Close your eyes,” Jimin whispers quietly, voice lulling and nice.
Yoongi is unable to resist the excellent idea, his breathing becoming heavier with contentment as he focuses on Jimin’s caring touch, his calming scent.
Who knew that the remedy to dealing with his body trying to convince him that it’s time to maybe get pregnant is to have his boyfriend’s scent cocooning him, his touch grounding him away from the hypersensitivity of his gut cramping up, and the way everything feels sharper to his senses.
“S’nice,” Yoongi mumbles, feeling lethargic the longer that Jimin’s fingers play with his hair and ears.
“You should sleep,” Jimin’s voice is even more lulling. “I’ll be right here.”
Yoongi throws a leg over Jimin’s hip, startling the other, but feels him relax.
“No moving,” Yoongi grunts, teetering on the edge of relaxing enough to sleep, and remaining conscious of his stupid cramps.
“I won’t,” Jimin promises.
Yoongi tightens his leg over the male’s hip, pressing his leg to the alpha’s back to make him shift closer so that Yoongi can sense his proximity more.
“Better,” Yoongi hums out, satisfied, as he curls into Jimin’s chest, head tucked under the other’s chin.
He feels Jimin’s finger’s lightly play at the back of his hair, grazing his nape, and it makes Yoongi’s scent glands itch with the urge to scent mark Jimin, to make their scents even more interwoven.
“Can I scent you?” Yoongi asks, mouth feeling numb with lethargy, nosing at the front of Jimin’s collar.
“Yeah, of course,” Jimin whispers back, pulling his hand back so that Yoongi has access to his wrist, to the smaller scent gland there.
With his eyes still shut, Yoongi grasps the alpha’s wrist, and inhales deeply first, sucking in the wolf’s scent deep into his chest, before he opens his mouth and licks at it, listening to the way he can hear Jimin swallow, the little hitches to his breathing, as Yoongi kisses and gently mouths at the skin as he marks it with his scent.
It’s intimate, but not too intimate, and it makes the itch in his own scent glands lessen as he breathes in their mixed scent.
Yoongi doesn’t want their first-time scent marking each other’s necks whilst he’s under the influence of a heat.
He doesn’t want a heat memory to be the memory of both of them taking their relationship further.
“You can scent me too,” Yoongi offers in a mumble of almost-sleeping slurring, “I share too.”
He hears Jimin snort softly at the reminder, and feels his wrist being lifted slightly from where it lay between their chests.
The alpha’s nose runs up and down the inside of his wrist as he inhales Yoongi’s scent, a warming rumble coming from the wolf’s chest that makes Yoongi’s own ignite with tender warmth as he returns the sound, before he feels light, butterfly, kisses being peppered over his skin.
It makes Yoongi feel even more boneless as he huffs his approvement of adequate scent marking affection.
It doesn’t take Yoongi long to fall asleep after that.
Jimin soon learns the pattern of Yoongi’s heat by the end of his second day being beside the wolf.
Yoongi’s heat is very mood driven, his cramps being the main source of his discomfort, so when a cramp does settle in for the next thirty to sixty minutes, Yoongi’s mood dips fast, resulting in him being very grouchy (which is completely understandable) but also very clingy for Jimin’s general presence.
Which, Jimin is still getting used to. He’s so used to his own way of dealing with a rut, of isolating himself because everything around him irritates his senses, and he knows omegas senses are twice as sharp during a heat compared to a rut, and yet, Yoongi never once growls at him when Jimin hugs him, or plays with his hair.
The only time Yoongi does growl is when the curtain touches him and he doesn’t like it touching the bare skin of his arms, or when the kettle makes too much noise for his ears, or when Jimin tries to pull away from him to attend to one of his needs, such as making sure the wolf drinks enough liquids and has plenty of pain relief on hand.
But, Yoongi never once growls at Jimin.
“You’re quiet,” Yoongi grunts, both of them lounging on his sofa, watching a human-centric movie.
“Just thinking about how comfortable you’ve been with me being here,” Jimin answers honestly, and meets the omega’s gaze as Yoongi looks up at him from where he’s slumped against Jimin’s chest.
Yoongi shrugs. “Feels familiar.”
Jimin nods in agreement, the description fitting perfectly of what the day has felt like. “It really does.”
“How are your ruts?” Yoongi asks, still looking up at him. “You said before that you like to isolate yourself too.”
Jimin hums as he nods. “I do. I get really sensitive to other wolves’ scents, so I try to block all scents out during the first couple of days. My ruts aren’t sexual, so I don’t feel overbearingly horny, they just make me feel really fucking lonely.”
“You ever had a horny one?” Yoongi questions, curious. “I’ve only had one heat where I’ve felt it, and it had been mild.”
Jimin shakes his head. “Not that I can recall. The alphas in my birth pack scared the shit out of us younger ones about our ruts, at how they can be extremely sexual and that all we’ll think about is scratching that itch.”
Yoongi pulls a face at that, looking angry and disgusted. “They sound like humans.”
Jimin snorts at that. “I guess they were just trying to educate us using fear, of how we should react to a rut like that to prevent us from upsetting those around us with our actions.”
“Still an asshole thing that ignorant humans still like to spew out now,” Yoongi growls, still annoyed. “Ruts vary, as do heats. But no fucker seems to be capable of learning that.”
“At least we only suffer twice a year – betas…” Jimin whistles lowly as Taehyung comes to mind, feeling strong empathy for the wolf that has periods every couple of months.
“My brother is a beta, and he fucking detests his season cycles. He doesn’t like sex, doesn’t feel the urge to have it, you know? So, his periods are a nightmare for him,” Yoongi shares, and Jimin attentively listens, learning more of Yoongi’s family.
“Taehyung drinks this herbal tea that we get from another island through trade, it almost sedates him through his periods, making him focus less on the need to make pups, and more on floating through the cycle,” Jimin shares, recalling those times where Taehyung and Jungkook don’t leave their den, only Jungkook leaving to retrieve anything they run out of.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “I may need a hook up, see if my brother wants to try it. He really hates how periods affect him.”
Jimin nods, already making a mental note to call Taehyung about it. “I’m assuming he’s on suppressers?”
Yoongi nods. “Yeah, but he has to have at least two periods a year to prevent the risk of going sterile, despite the fact that he doesn’t care for procreating, so he honestly wouldn’t care if he became infertile.”
“It’s different in wild packs, if you don’t want to deal with a period, you just drink this tea and it knocks you out,” Jimin recalls his memories growing up, of hearing of how such-and-such won’t be attending work because they’re taking ‘beta tea’.
“Here in the cities, healthcare is micromanaged to prevent overuse or overreliance of medications, especially those relating to season cycles.”
“Medication in the cities is highly processed, compared to the natural means of how wild and island wolves medicate.”
“True,” Yoongi sighs out, fidgeting, and Jimin’s nose picks up on the subtle hint in the male’s scent now, knows what it means.
“You want to go back to your nest?” Jimin asks softly as Yoongi rubs lightly at his belly.
“If I go back there, I’m gonna fall asleep again.”
Jimin smiles at hearing that, at the comfort the wolf feels from the bedding area that strongly smells of them both that allows him to focus away from the pain.
“If your body needs it, it needs it,” Jimin counters.
“If you just want to snuggle, all you have to do is ask,” Yoongi playfully retorts with, grinning up at him, making Jimin laugh.
“Guilty,” Jimin plays along, stroking his fingers fondly through the wolf’s hair.
Yoongi dramatically groans as he stands up, holding his hand out for Jimin to take.
“Come on, then. Let’s go snuggling,” Yoongi grins as he tugs Jimin back to the bedroom they left not even an hour ago.
But, Jimin doesn’t mind.
He’ll do anything that’ll make Yoongi comfortable through his heat, even if it means lying wide awake next to the slumbering wolf, unable to sleep because he doesn’t feel a hint of tiredness during the day to nap alongside with the wolf.
But now that it’s night, and they both are still dressed in their sleepwear from last night, Jimin can easily fall asleep with the wolf curled around him.
Even if he sweats during the night from the added heat of the water bottle between them, it’s worth it for the calmness of Yoongi’s scent.
Sometime after Jimin’s second visit to the capital, where they both actually explored some of the city now that Yoongi’s heat has been and gone, Yoongi realises the truth.
He’s bored.
He’s really, really, fucking bored of his job.
And it hits him differently this time, compared to all the previous times he’s mused over whether or not he should change jobs.
Yoongi returns from a job dealing with a wild birth pack that is a classic example of too many opinions getting involved in another’s relationship and causing said relationship to sour and become bitter for the rest of the pack to deal with.
He returns from the job feeling….hollow.
Once over, his job used to spark a fire in him, to help shatter the rigidness that stereotypes hold around wolf ranks, to help steer packs back onto the right path, to help guide wolves away from total anarchy.
But now…Yoongi just feels…meh.
And what good is he as a Monitor if all he feels is, ‘meh’ towards his job?
He isn’t, is the answer.
“A bad one?” his neighbouring colleague asks, catching sight of Yoongi’s expression as he dumps his stuff into his cubicle to start his shift.
Yoongi shakes his head as he powers up his laptop and computer (he still hasn’t been given a faster computer to deal with his workload).
“Just having a life crisis,” Yoongi sighs out as he glances over at the wolf.
The wolf pulls a sympathetic face as he nods in understanding, since most of them in this profession have had the thought of changing it all.
As Yoongi sits at his desk, staring at the two screens in front of him, it niggles at him at the way the cubicle walls close in on his space, isolating him, despite the floor being full of other wolves, he still feels incredibly alone as he sits at his desk.
He feels bored, and alone. His job isolates him due to his constant travelling, forces him to remain at a distance to other wolves because he’s the one being invasive to their personal business all for the sake of checking a few boxes on a census form.
And as he loads up a new document to submit his written report of his visit, he feels redundant.
He’s been doing the same thing for ten years, the same back and forth of going out on an assignment, coming back to fill in the details, rinse and repeat.
But, what else can he do?
Collecting data, asking questions, chasing gut instinct of situations, are all he knows.
On a whim, during his break, Yoongi loads up a webpage that he hasn’t looked at since he left high school.
The national job search site that all wolves and humans use to advertise and apply jobs on.
His account has long been deactivated from little use, but he can still search, can still see what type of jobs are out there.
He sees a lot of customer service jobs for public houses such as restaurants, bars, stores, the adverts all open to human and wolf applicants.
And when he changes the order to show the most recent posts, he sees a wider range of jobs – assistant, cleaners, delivery drivers, data collecting, and even the odd teaching gig.
Then he sees the option to narrow the search results based on location.
Currently, his is the default – the capital region.
His hand moves, and clicks that option off.
He honestly doesn’t expect there to be any job listings to show, but surprisingly, they do.
Some are in the other cities, following the same pattern as the ones he’s seen for the capital.
But then he sees a very familiar name.
Yoongi’s heart thumps firmly in his chest as he clicks the link.
Reference Number: #7568GUT
Location: Gutenvell
Job Title: Visiting Centre Assistant
Open to: Wolves Only
Closing
Date: Immediate Start
Summary of role: The applicant will be greeting and discharging guests that pass through the border of Gutenvell Island. The applicant must be comfortable with engaging with the general public, with asking personal questions to ensure that the safety of the island meets the standards and protocols of the job. The job entails long hours of interacting with the public, and also producing paperwork for each guest logged into the island’s system. The applicant must also be comfortable with either living on Gutenvell Island in one of the resident birth packs that house port workers, or be able to travel via ferry for early and late shifts.
Based upon receiving the applicant’s Curriculum Vitae that states the full educational and working background of the wolf, an interview may or may not be issued.
If interested, apply by sending an email with the required CV to the email below.
Yoongi’s gaze automatically tracks to see when this listing was posted, and sees that it was posted almost a month ago.
Yoongi racks his brains for if he saw any hint of a job poster when he was at the desk, discharging himself from the island, but the only thing he can recall were the two wolves working there.
Has there always been two?
Yoongi frowns at the listing, forcing himself to remember his first day on the island.
Maybe there was three? He’s not really sure.
But, as his gaze goes back to the job listing, rereading it a second time, Yoongi’s heart quickens its pace.
It’s been vacant for a month….so….it’s not like there is a lot of competition for it.
Or…the boss is just very specific in what they want from their workers and has yet to hire someone.
Yoongi’s heart kicks faster as he realises that he’s actually contemplating in trying for it.
The last time he made a CV was when he was in high school.
He hasn’t even touched it since.
Yoongi opens up a new word document, and pauses before typing anything further.
Is he really going to do this?
Is he really going to sit at his current job, typing up a CV for another job?
Name: Min Yoongi
The answer is yes.
Min Yoongi, in regards to your application, I would like to arrange a face-to-face interview on Gutenvell Island at the earliest convenience your current working schedule allows.
Please contact me via this email address to arrange when is best to conduct the interview.
Kind regards, In Keera
Yoongi stares at the email a lot longer than he realises he does.
He honestly had expected a rejection, considering he’s a Monitor. He thought he could possibly be overqualified for the job, and his experience may intimidate, instead of lure interest in.
But, apparently not.
He applied on a whim, and now he’s faced with the consequences of it.
If he gets the job, he’s going to have to either move to Gutenvell, or move closer to the ferry port on the outskirts of the capital.
Yoongi blanches at the mere thought of taking the ferry twice a day.
No. He’d have to move to the island, move into one of the two birth packs.
Yoongi jerks as his phone vibrates next to him on the sofa, almost knocking his laptop off his lap.
At seeing Jungkook’s name, he forgets the email, and instantly greets his best friend.
“Long time, no-”
“I bit Taehyung.”
Yoongi almost bites his tongue off at the fast rush of three words that hold massive meaning, his eyes wide, as he listens to the way the younger alpha is breathing.
“I bit him, and he bit me, and – my head is spinning but, fuck - we’re having a Mating Ceremony in two weeks’ time, this is your invite, wear blue, that is the colour scheme. Now I need to call my parents,” Jungkook continues to vomit the words out in an excited, elated, rush.
Yoongi blinks at the dial tone that greets him before he can even say his congratulations.
“Well, I guess the textbooks don’t lie when they say your head becomes a mess once a bonding bite has been initiated,” Yoongi chuckles to himself, slowly getting over his surprise, as he types out a congratulatory message to Jungkook and Taehyung.
Yoongi has never attended a Mating Ceremony, so he needs to figure out if it’s a casual thing, or if he needs to by a traditional garment or something.
In blue.
What blue? He has no idea, but he’ll ask after he gives the two wolves a couple of days to adjust to their instincts riding them hard to mate as fast as possible whilst organising a Mating Ceremony to officialise their mating.
Yoongi smiles at the cluster of emojis that Taehyung responds back with.
“About time, you two,” he whispers fondly, excited for the ceremony to watch his best friend become mated.
Yoongi glances at his laptop that still sits open on the sofa beside him.
Without a second’s thought, he drags it back onto his lap, and hits the reply button.
In Keera, I am free to travel to Gutenvell in two days’ time for the interview. Is there any required paperwork you’d like for me to bring along to the interview?
Kind regards, Min Yoongi.