Chapter Text
The Harvest Moon
A time to reap
September
“Once upon a time, there was a wolf,” Taehyung whispers in his ear.
The two of them sit by the lake deep in the forest, cuddled up with each other, staring up at the Harvest Moon. Their packmates’ barks fade in the distance as their hyungs slowly make their way back to the cabin, leaving just the two of them alone to enjoy the warm moonlight. Taehyung shifts a little in his lap, and Jungkook immediately adjusts himself so that the omega can put his head on his shoulder.
“—who met another wolf,” the omega smiles as he looks over at him for just a moment before his eyes drop down to his mating mark.
The mark pulses with a soft heat as the omega nuzzles against it. It’s only been a few months since they mated, but it feels like it had been just yesterday that they sunk their fangs into each other’s necks and claimed each other for the first time in lifetimes. Jungkook nuzzles his face into those black, wild curls, drawing a deep purr from both him and his alpha. The autumn breeze that had been blowing around them all night suddenly stills. The forest around them grows quiet. The world seems to hold its breath. Without the breeze, the air around them fills with black tea and chamomile, cardamom and clove —and here, in the darkest hour, in the stillest moment, Jungkook catches just a hint of lilies.
“—and the two of them fell in love—” the omega says against his skin.
His right wrist suddenly starts to burn with the same warm heat as the full moon above them. He looks down to see a small black circle drawing itself on his skin, wrapping itself around the shooting star that burned so bright and so hot and so beautiful that it burned itself out. The invisible hand finishes the outer circle before moving inside, and Jungkook watches as tall peaks and deep valleys start to appear. The peaks and valleys are followed by craters and plains, dark spots and then light ones, until a perfect full moon finally appears on his skin.
“—and they lived happily ever after—” Taehyung whispers as he holds his wrist up to show him his matching mark.
A shooting star and a full moon.
A mark and a scar.
A second chance at a first chance.
And goddess help him, he laughs. He laughs and he laughs and he laughs. Halmeoni had been right. Of course, she had been right.
Anything really can happen during the full moon.
—the end.