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through the woods | kim namjoon [m] | [REPOST]

characters: namjoon x reader, mentions of other BTS members

Rating: nsfw, 18+

Genre: werewolf!au, smut, fluff, oneshot

Warnings: smut, mating, biting, heat, impregnation kink, receiving, soft!namjoon, namjoon being an adorably bumbling cutie pie, Jin being a wingman, other sinful stuff

Word count: 9k

notes: reposted 16.06.19

***

There was something so incredibly empty with your reality; a dreary existence filled with morning college classes, night-shifts at the University library and your solidarity with the elderly landlady of your apartment complex the only human connection you had on a daily basis.

You were a self-indulged introvert. Social interaction sapped your energy far too low for you to function properly the next day. But as you returned piles of books back into their respective shelves on a Friday evening, you were filled with a sense of despondency. You body caved within itself into a pit, twisted around as if to fill something. You craved another’s feather-light touch, slipping around your body like star-kissed grazes. You needed companionship, and not from the ratty old toy stuffed in your bedside table.

A soft exhale left your mouth in a short breath, fingers twisting around the trolley as you pushed your way through the aisles of bookcases. The library was expectantly vacant on Friday night, only a few languid bodies. Mr Song, the grandfather-like librarian for the University, sent you a bleary smile as you passed him by.

“I can handle the rest of the shift myself.” He took the trolley from you, nudging you aside. “You should head home before it gets too late. There’s been an increase of wolf sightings around the area. Remember to text me when you’ve gotten home?”

The rise in wolf sightings was met with both fear and fascination through the campus. Your University’s mascot was a strong, black silhouette of a wolf howling to the sky. Legends say that the University grounds were used as the basis of wolf lore, a key idea that attracted many artists like yourself to come and indulge in the supposed otherworldly experience. As such, wolf sightings were looked on with scepticism and disbelief, after all, most students that claimed to see them were adamant believers of the legend of the grounds.

With sluggish steps, you waved Mr Song goodbye before stepping into the elevator to take you down. You were one of the last ones to leave, fingers gripping your shoulder bag as you stepped out into the numbness of night. The night air was the awakening coldness that you needed, a shower of ice that breezed through you thin cardigan.

Your university was a small campus, not the best in the country but perfect for your needs. Converted from an old family manor, it was surrounded by acres of uncharted woodlands that were the perfect inspiration for your art and a welcomed distraction from the bustling capital of Seoul. As always, you were struck by the quaintness of the area, an echo of a past life you wished to have experienced for yourself. You were old-school; long sleeved jumpers and vinyl records, doodles in moleskine notebooks and poetry from Shelley and his contemporaries.

Taking a shortcut through the woodland, you tried to calm your mind. Nothing seemed more appealing to you then huddled under the covers of your bed. Despite your love of your apartment, you’d be lying if the woodlands weren’t your place. It had little to do with the fact it was outside and more to do with the silence it ushered in, especially during the early hours of the evening when the sun had finally settled behind the banks of clouds in colours of exploding violet.

You inhaled another large breath, footsteps dragging in the familiar cobbled trail through the woods. You could finally breathe, the emptiness you felt earlier subsiding. It was a lovely feeling, the escapism the woods presented. There was a euphoric moment where it was you alone in the world, just you and the winking moon above the treetops.

A threatening growl broke the tranquil of the night.

The kind of fear that deluged your body was akin to being trapped inside a house whilst a hurricane-ravaged outside. You were in a moment of peace inside the stability of your four walls, but you could hear the danger coming closer and closer.

Sharp intakes of air flooded through your mouth as you turned around hurriedly, a sense of agitation settling into your bones. Tightening the grip on your bag, you ran forward in swift steps. As moonlight faded away, there was barely enough left for shadows. But you could clearly make out the large pooled silhouette of a four-legged animal creeping slowly towards you.

The wolf was ragged and untidy but stalked towards you in the grandeur of animalistic power. A scream ripped through your body, burning at the sides of your throat.

With a threatening growl, it lunged at you, swiping your legs to the ground. Your bag was ripped from your shoulder, a sharp burn surrounding the junction between your shoulder blade and neck. Pain and panic engulfed your senses as fear filled your lungs. You couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe. All you could feel was the claw that punctured your leg, ripping through your jeans in sadistic hunger.

Villainous black eyes glowered down at you, a menace of unyielding muscles of flesh pushing your body down. With a loud growl that rumbled through its belly and the widening of its’ mouth, you reached out for something, anything, to fend it off. A scream ripped through your mouth when it reached forward to try and clamp at your face, your hand reaching around you on the floor as you flinched away.

Gripping a rugged stone, you threw with all your limited strength at its’ body.

It hit the monster’s side, bouncing off in a tame way but gave you time to drag your injured body away. Adrenaline bounded through your body as you found a forsaken tree branch on the ground. Shielding it in front of you, you cried in pain as you tried to stand. Agonising

Tears burned your eyes. “Help! Please, somebody!” You screamed.

The wolf snarled, its’ jagged teeth stepping forward with potent power. Sobs heaved your chest, as you branded the flimsy branch like a weapon, stumbling backwards in pain. “Is anybody there? Please!”

Another howl ripped through the night, deeper, darker, than the wolf in front of you.

“Fuck no, no!” You trembled. This was not happening. You were not about to be eaten by two fucking wolves. You could feel your body slipping, mind becoming hazy as you struggled to stay up. A numbness lay in wait as you forced yourself to stay alert.

The wolf suspended in time as it heard the call of the other, before a larger beast jumped from the shadows, canine teeth bared in an uncontrollable growl of dominance.

Your mind turned to chaos in the darkness of the night before the moonlight took over. You slipped from consciousness just as the other wolf sank its’ teeth into your attacker’s neck.

***

The heavy sound of footsteps thudding against floorboards was enough to send your eyes snapping open, back straightening up in a tremor of adrenaline. A strangled gasp croaked through your clogged throat, like a hand squeezing your voice out with it’s clenching fingers. You felt a twinge of pain in your left leg, twisting your body up in a taut stretch. The source of the noise, a young man taller than most, was visibly startled. He turned his head towards you, relief flooding his features as he rushes to your side.

It’s then that you finally take in your surroundings. Streams of sunlight bundle through the bedroom and your body is encapsulated with the smooth linen. Your legs were free of your usually constricting jeans, and an oversized, white shirt engulfed your body in waves. The room was a decent size, larger than your small apartment room, with a window seat and stacks and stacks of books covering every nook and cranny.

The man’s fingers reach out towards you in earnest worry but stop just short of actually touching you, as if you are a priceless artefact he is too scared to break.

Your breath caught in your chest, blood rushing through your body as your eyes lifted to meet his.

He had the kind of face that would stop people in their tracks. A chiselled jawline and an aristocratic nose, a smile that sent you to an early grave because of his prominent dimples. Two deep sun rays embedded into cheeks, brightening his sun-kissed face to rival Apollo’s golden statue. Noir, hooded eyes blinked in your direction, worry stained in them as they travelled around your face in search of discomfort or pain. He breathed out a sigh of relief as you pulled yourself up, a warm smile splitting across his face.

“You’re awake. Thank god, I was just about to call Jin hyung.” His voice was thick and smooth, like velvet chocolate or hot morning coffee and was flooded with relief. The smile didn’t leave his lips and you could feel your heart thrum rapidly against the confinements of your chest.

“Who, who are you?” Your voice was rough and grainy, harsh against your throat. “Where am I? What happened?”

The man rested his hands on the bed, before sending you a dimpled, reassuring smile. “My name’s Namjoon. I-I found you in the woods last night.” His forehead crinkled in worry, as he sat at the foot of the bed. “You leg was bleeding a lot.”

Memories from last night erupted through your mind. “There were two of them! Oh my god, they attacked me. I almost-” You gasped out, panicking.

Namjoon rushed forward towards you, hands wrapping around your arms hesitantly as if waiting for your permission. When you seemed to sink into his warmth, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you closer into his embrace.

“It’s fine,” He whispered. “You’re safe. You’re safe.”

Fear still pricked you as the emotions from last night replayed in your mind. Your fingers unconsciously tightened on Namjoon’s shirt as you hid your face in the crook of his neck, seeking something. Safety. Security. Namjoon’s hand left your side and instead rose to the top of your head, detangling your hair with the soft touch of his fingers. “You’re safe now.” The feeling that filled you was too intimate, an intensity that should not be experienced between two strangers.

“Namjoon-” The creak of the door startled you, your hand raising to grip Namjoon’s shirt tighter. Namjoon’s reacted swift, pushing you behind him in an act of protection. His body tensed before another face popped his head around the door.

Namjoon visibly relaxed, turning around to you. “Are you okay?” He whispered, hand reaching out to touch your wrist. You nodded your head, a hand resting on your chest to calm your panicked heart.

“Jin hyung,” Namjoon rose from the bed turning towards the other person. You sole attention was now on the other stranger. He too was almost inhumanly handsome like an old golden Hollywood actor, beautifully thick lips and star-studded eyes.

“I’m Jin,” He nodded towards you, sending you a soft smile. “What’s yours?”

You whispered your name, fingers clawing at the sheets that pooled around you. Namjoon repeated your name, lips rolling around each letter as if they were a spell. He never let his dimpled smile leave your gaze.

“Is it okay if I check your leg? I might not be a doctor yet, but it’s better than nothing until you can actually see someone, right?” Jin let out a short laugh, cheery like a child’s giggle.

“Not yet?” You asked. Jin sent you a lopsided smile. “I’m in my fourth year of med school. You’re lucky I’d just got back from placement when Namjoon rang me like a madman crying about you being attacked.”

“I didn’t cry,” Namjoon mumbled, eyes drawn together as he glared at the older man. He moved to the opposite side of the room, towards a window seat, as Jin took his place.

Jin let out a crooked laugh, placing a large first aid box on top of the bed. He motioned towards you with such an earnest smile that you felt obliged to lift your leg up. It wasn’t until then that you felt the twinge of affliction bubble through you.

“Ow.” You groaned in surprise, fingers reaching down towards the pain in your left leg. It was bruised in varying degrees of violets and coal blue, with a white bandage coiled around, seeping a dark scarlet.

“Let me clean this up, okay?” Jin had turned into medic-mode, swiftly cutting through the seams of the bandage. You didn’t notice the way Namjoon would flinch every time you winced as Jin began to cleanse your wound.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” Jin reassured. “It looks a lot worse because of all the blood, it’s a superficial scratch, not too deep. I’d get it checked out at the hospital or the college’s health clinic because it looks like an animal scratch, but it’s not infected and you don’t have a fever.”

You thanked him as he wrapped your leg in a gauze. Namjoon’s eyes were trained on Jin’s every movement. “What time is it?”

“It’s five in the morning, the sun just rose,” Namjoon answered. “If you feel well enough, I can walk you back to campus?”

Your eyes followed the way his mouth formed the words, but they were trained solely on his cherry blossom pink lips.

Namjoon called your name, voice snapping you out of your trance. His lips twisted into something other than the sweet smile he had shown you before. A smirk drenched in danger. Fuck, he had caught you staring.

Snapping your eyes away, you twisted your hands around the sheets beneath you in embarrassment. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

“Well, then that’s sorted.” Jin sent you a kind smile. “I don’t know about any of you, but I’m exhausted. I have some afternoon classes and then another night shift at the hospital so I think I’ll squeeze in a nap if I can.”

He cleaned the mess he had made fixing you, discarding soiled bandages and empty packets of gauzes into an adjacent bin. “It was nice to meet you Y/N. Don’t forget to get it checked out, alright? Wouldn’t want all my hard work go to waste.” He grinned a cheeky smile, before tapping Namjoon on the back, what seemed like a silent conversation flowing between them.

Jin left with a wave of goodbye, leaving you alone with Namjoon. The air between the two of you seemed electric, burning with unsaid words.

“Thank you.” You broke the silence. “For saving me.”

He shook his head, dimples blurring your vision. “It’s fine. You shouldn’t walk home on your own at night though. Anything could happen, like being attacked by wolves.” Your voices joined in a unified laugh, his husky laugh ringing like music to your ears.

You pushed yourself off the bed, standing shakily on your two legs. Taking a tentative step forward, you winced at the twinge of discomfort that followed. Namjoon seemed to notice as his hand came to rest around your elbow in support.

“Careful.” He was far too close, and you realised, a head taller than you. Your head reached the middle of his chest, nose bumping against it as you tried to stabilise your movements.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, thankful for his grip on your arm as you limped forward. “Do-Do you think I could borrow some trousers?”

Namjoon had the decency to blush, but you noticed the way his eyes followed the delicate curve of your small legs. “Ye-yeah, hold on.” He stuttered, hands leaving yours to rummage in a large drawer.

He pulled out grey sweatpants, far too long for your short height. “Here.” An uncharacteristic giggle left your lips as he turned on his heel, back facing you as you grappled shoving your injured leg into the trouser hole.

“I’m done now, thanks.” He turned around again, eyes darkened. A soft, dimpled smile slipped across his face, a dusting of pastel stars across the plums of his cheeks.

His house was larger than any other student accommodation you had seen, but you guessed it made sense if more than two people lived there. From the window of his room, you could see that it was surrounded by acres of woodland, its’ own picturesque cottage surrounded by cobbled pathways leading away into the forest.

“Let’s go?” Namjoon turned you towards the door, hands braced around your elbow as your body relaxed under the safety of his warmth.

It’s not until you're in the warmth of your bed, filled to the brim with water and anti-inflammatory antibiotics that make you sleep, that you realise you never told Namjoon about the wolves.

***

Life went on as normal as you thought it could, your wound had healed in a matter of hours after Namjoon had dropped you off at home. There would have been no remnants of the night if not for the harsh pink scar of two pink lines running at the back of your left leg. You had gone straight away campus police, who sent out animal control through the woods. They found your tattered cardigan and shoulder bag, both ruined beyond use. You couldn’t salvage the drenched notebooks inside, meaning you had to take off shifts from work to finish rewriting all of your lost notes. Mr Song was more than accommodating, glaring at you in a grandfatherly fashion if you so much as deployed any sort of physical exertion.

Namjoon had been the silver lining in the event, his presence becoming a burst of constant sunshine in your previously cloudy life. When you were well enough to return to work, Namjoon had followed, taking it upon himself to walk you home after every shift. A month had passed since the events in the woods but Namjoon’s presence in your life was as strong as the glaring summer sun.

It was strange to be seen walking around with him. Some of the classmates you were friendly with mentioned how big of a deal he was at the University. He was head of the Debating Society, a philosopher that had girls hooked with his intellect. Yet he decided to choose to spend time with you.

There were rumours about his house as well, and the flatmates that shared it. It turned out that Jin, despite being a fourth-year medical student and clearly being apt at the job, had familial connections with the Board of Education for the college. As such, he and his six roommates, which included Namjoon, were given the cottage grounds in the forests away from the bustle of the campus but close enough to be able to attend.

The rumours ranged from the ordinary to the fantastical. Apparently, the rise in wolf sightings had only occurred after they had moved into the cottage, but you along with the rest of the student population believed it to be a funny story to use to joke around with them.

The more you spent with Namjoon, the more your life became encompassed with the six other boys he lived with. The rumours were proven to be wrong. They were all varying degrees of colours that you didn’t know how they could all survive under one roof, but they somehow made it work. Jin had become an older brother, cracking dad jokes and making life a little more cheerful. Yoongi was a mystery to you at first, but soon became you one of your closets confidence, the two of you have an understanding of the need for silence sometimes. And Hoseok, god Hoseok was a piece of dynamite, always leaving you with your sides splitting whenever he and Jimin teamed up to make you laugh. Jungkook reminded you of your own younger brother, you held such a soft spot for the boy with the cheeky grin who made dirty jokes at Namjoon’s expense. And then there was Jimin and Taehyung, the same-aged friends that invited you into their little group of 95-liners, and you felt complete. And it was all thanks to Namjoon who had broken you out of your shell, step by step.

Mr Song had taken a clear liking to the boy, seeing the effect he had on you.

“Son,” Mr Song had interrupted the two of you on one of your Thursday shifts, resting his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Why don’t you take this one to the coffee shop down the street? She’s been working way too hard and the semester is almost over.”

You let out a fraudulent laugh, eyes turning to slits as you glared at your boss. “What are you talking about Mr Song, I still have an hour left of my shift.” Fuck, this old man was trying to set you up.

Mr Song actually rolled his eyes. “The library is dead because one of the fraternity houses are pulling a party, oh so I hear.” You forgot that Mr Song was the undisputed University grandfather. Everyone told him everything and he always had an unhealthy supply of chocolates for those midnight study snacks.

“We could go,” Namjoon interrupted you. “You know- if you want to that is! It’s completely fine if you don’t want to-”

“No, no, I’d love to go for coffee!” You winced at how much of a mess the two of you were, bumbling over each other’s words. In Namjoon it was adorable, with you the embarrassment swamped like a wave of regret.

Mr Song grinned, leaving the two of you tripping over each other’s words, shades of cherry blossom pink and blush red.

You had thought the not-a-date coffee date would be awkward. But Namjoon had this incredible way of making you feel so comfortable. He didn’t drain you. In fact, you began to crave his presence when he was gone. His witty banters gave you such a high, and his smiles would make any bad day infinitely better. Fuck, you think you were obsessed with his dimples.

There was an undeniable companionship that had begun between you and Namjoon. He was so otherworldly, like a hero in a story. He was giggles and dimpled smiles, warm coffees with extra cream and beige sweaters. The more time you spent with him, the more you became enamoured.

It was little things that caught your attention. The way he always leaned down so you were closer together when you spoke, bending his tall frame so you wouldn’t strain yourself. The way that he was so obviously interested in what you had to say about your art, asking so many questions and being generally enthusiastic made your heart melt. The way his dimples would become so much more prominent when he talked about his roommates, who were more like family than friends and who had taken you in as one of their own. You loved the way his eyes would brighten when he talked about a new book he had started reading or the way he would sometimes wear spectacles that would make his noir eyes so deeper.

The coffee date made you wonder if maybe things could be different. You knew that by now you were deeply infatuated with him. You just needed to know when to, if to, confess.

He was so jittery throughout the date, an adorable blend of nerves and sweetness that you just couldn’t help but hope. But when he dropped you off at your apartment, he left without so much as a hug, and the pit inside you that had been so full with your boys pricked in your stomach like a starving dog tied to a leash, whimpering for more.

***

You knew something was wrong when Taehyung comes to pick you up suddenly after your Friday shift.

Namjoon hadn’t contacted you in almost a week. There was static between the pain, unresponded texts leading to unresponded calls. You contemplated whether to just go to the boys’ shared house but worry at imposing them stopped you.

He smiled at you, looking up from his phone as you nudged him on his side. “Where’s Joonie?”

Taehyung pouted. “Is he all you think about? You didn’t even say hi to me!”

“Hello there, Tae.” You let out a small giggle, ruffling his hair. “But seriously, where’s is he? He hasn’t replied to my texts.” You tried not to let the desperation stifle you.

Taehyung carried your bag in the same way Namjoon did, one strap was thrown over his shoulder. “He has a fever, been sleeping all day. He woke up an hour ago and demanded that I walk you home from work otherwise he’ll tell Jin I was the one who almost burnt down the kitchen.”

You laughed at Taehyung’s obvious sulky attitude, nudging him in the side. But it didn’t stop the pang of worry to twist in your gut. “Is he okay though? Is he drinking lots of water? Is Jin looking after him?”

“Woah, calm down.” Taehyung grinned. “Too many questions to answer all at once. One and two, yes he’s fine, it’s just a fever and he is drinking plenty of water, three, Jin is currently at his bedside waiting on his majesty’s hand as we speak.”

With your mind eased a little, the two of you fell in a comfortable silence as you walked the long way to your apartment. You stayed well away from the path through the woods after your encounter with the wolves, and animal sightings had gone down since.

“So, how is your project going?” Taehyung asked, turning your thoughts away from Namjoon.

Your growl of frustration answered his question as he let out a chuckle at your expense. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me! This project is literally god-sent but my mind is refusing to give me a fucking break.”

“What’s the assignment?” Taehyung, despite studying to be a paediatrician, was as invested in art as you were. It was one of the many things the two of you bonded over.

“Predators and Prey. Every time I try to draw or research ideas I come up blank. I have no idea what method to use, if I should go for the modernist approach or abstract, or if I should sculpt or paint something. The assignment’s too vague and lenient, it makes me feel like I’m drowning under all the choices!” You whined. “And if that’s not enough, this will be the final piece of the term and the best pieces get to be used in the Art Exhibition that’s happening in the museum next month and I need the extra credit that it’ll bring.”

Taehyung seemed to realise that you didn’t want an answer, just someone to rant to. This was usually Namjoon’s job, but with his absence, you realised how much of your time had been taken up by him. He would calm you down, send you in the right direction. Your lack of friends became all the more prominent.

Taehyung noticed you trail off in thought, eyes wandering down to follow the steps of your scratched flats against the stone pavement. He poked your arm. “What’s wrong, buttercup?”

“I guess I’m just worried.” You sent him a small smile, hoping he wouldn’t worry about you. Taehyung linked your arms together, as you reached your apartment complex.

“Don’t stress too much. Namjoon hyung would kill me.” He grinned cheekily. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tell Namjoon oppa to feel better.” You waved at him, already pushing the elevator button to your floor. “And tell him he better reply to my texts otherwise he’s a dead man!”

“Being apart from you, he already is!” You didn’t understand Taehyung’s words, but a blush flushed your cheeks. Did that mean what you thought it did? The doors closed as Taehyung’s boxed smile faded from your view. Pulling out your phone, you fingers hovered over Namjoon’s icon before you quickly typed out a message.

Taehyung just told me you're sick. Don’t be in too much pain. Call me when you’re feeling better

***

The sharp shrill of your phone disrupted the silence of your room, a rude awakening from your slumber. With a lamenting groan, you grabbed the abhorrent device, bleary eyes attempting to adjust to your phone’s harsh light. Jin’s face blared out to you in an emergency shrill, and you swiftly swiped to answer.

“Jin, what’s going on? “Why are you waking me up at… three in the morning? Jin, why the hell are you calling?” You growled.

“There’s a problem with Namjoon,” His voice was rushed, uneasy, agitated.

Your stomach dropped. “What’s wrong?”

“You need to come now. I’ll explain it when you come, but please hurry.”

You were already out of your house, shoving on your coat jacket and slippers. “Is he okay? Jin, please tell me is he okay?”

“He needs you. Just come quickly please.”

“I’m on my way now. I’ll be there in five minutes! Just, tell him I’m coming!”

Namjoon was sick. It was as if you had swallowed a knife, pain stabbing in your stomach. The pit inside your stomach had hallowed out, now filling you with such fear it could swallow your whole body. You needed to get to Namjoon.

Your body moved on auto-pilot, running out of your apartment complex and back through the parking lot towards. The quickest way to Namjoon’s cottage was the woods, it was in between your apartment and the campus. A sense of apprehension rose in your throat but was quickly slammed down by the anxiety of Namjoon’s status. Swallowing your fear, you pushed forward, steps turning into large steeds until you were running through the woods, towards him, towards Namjoon.

Jin was waiting for you outside the cottage, as you heaved with deep breaths. “Where is he?” You shoved past Jin, pushing your way into the house. The entryway was consumed in darkness, the other boys nowhere in sight.

Jin grabbed your hand. stopping you from running up the stairs to look for him. “We can’t calm down his heat, I don’t know what else I can do.”

“Heat? What’s going on? If it’s so serious, why haven’t you called the ambulance?” You were still running from the adrenaline of your run, heavy gasps between each of your words. From upstairs you could hear a heavy thud.

“Stop, listen to me please.” He begged. “Fuck, there’s things Namjoon was supposed to tell you, but this wasn’t meant to happen so quickly. But he’s in so much pain and the boys and I can’t take it anymore. We need your help.”

“Oppa, you’re really scaring me right now.” You never called him by the honorific before, being a foreigner it didn’t feel right for you to use it. It slipped out. From upstairs, a loud shout of anger or pain thrashed through the house. It was unmistakably Namjoon.

“Oh my god.” You ran towards the stairs, before Jin’s arms clamped against your waist, pulling you away. “Let go! He might be hurt!”

“You need to let me explain! He’ll do something he’ll regret. Just listen to me!” The pit in your stomach pulsed in pain and you hunched over, dread filling you. You fell limp in Jin’s arms as he pulled you away from the stairs.

“We… we’re not what you think we are. Do you remember the day that Namjoon found you in the woods a month ago?”

“Why does that have anything to do-”

“It has everything to do with it, Y/N!” Jin's hands fell to his side as he released you. “What did you see, what did you actually see?”

“Two wolves attacked me.”

“Think clearer, Y/N. What happened?”

You didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think about what had happened. Your thoughts were of Namjoon sick, in pain.

“Y/N come on, I know you remember. You know.”

“There was this wolf,” You took a deep breath, hands clenched together. “It attacked me and then another wolf came and I passed out.”

“What did that wolf look like? Y/N, come on.”

“It was huge.” You whispered. “Twice my size. And it had this… this obsidian fur, sleek and thick.” You voice choked in your throat, mind coming to a realisation. “It… it attacked the other wolf. I remember, it, it saved me.”

“That’s right. He saved you. He… protects you, wants you safe.” You were heaving, taking in huge gasps of air.

“You said ‘he’. Why would you say ‘he’?”

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. How did Namjoon find you when you were so far along the path? Why does he walk you home after your shift?”

Your thoughts betrayed your common sense. Why did he know it was wolves who attacked me when you didn’t mention it to him at all?

“This isn’t possible Jin, this isn’t… this isn’t real!”

“Y/N please, you know it is. You’ve heard the rumours, the legends.” Werewolf, the voice inside of you whispered. He’s the wolf that saved you.

You closed your eyes, picking at your nails. “Where’s Namjoon? What’s heat?”

“A heat is the time when wolves’ bodies are forced into a mating state, once a year in the winter, male unmated wolves go through the cycle for a few days whereas female wolves go through it every month, like a period, except the symptoms mean that they have an unrelenting desire to mate and conceive. It’s a body’s natural system of ensuring reproduction. Because of this, if a wolf meets their mate, then they’re forced into heat.”

“So what, he’s horny? That’s what’s making him sick?” Your disbelief was palpable.

“It’s more than that Y/N. Namjoon’s heat came out of nowhere, it’s been induced. It’s the middle of spring and his heat, it’s too strong. He won’t, can’t, eat or drink anything. This isn’t something that’ll go away because it’s been building up since he saved you in the woods.”

Your mind felt heavy from the revelation. You wanted to run away. But the thought of Namjoon in pain made your insides physically hurt. “What- what do I do? How can I help?”

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. The younger boys have left the house because it’s too hard for them to be surrounded by the pheromones, Yoongi and Hoseok have gone with them to keep them safe. I’ve stayed back to help Joon, but since Taehyung came home after dropping you off he’s refused to eat or drink anything. You don’t have to do much Y/N, just try and get him to drink some water? Please. That’s all I’m asking you. If he does anything or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, I’m here. I won’t let him hurt you. You can walk out now if you want to, but I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what else to do to help him.”

Your teeth sunk down in anxiety, “I just need to get him to drink water, right? Stay with him until his body flushes the heat out of his system?”

Jin nodded in understanding. “That’s all you have to do.”

“Is he in his room?” You ask, turning towards the stairs. Jin followed you this time, pushing you up the stairs. “Yes, he hasn’t moved since last Thursday. Namjoon will kill me when he realises I’ve dragged you into this but I don’t know what else to do.”

Taking a heavy breath, your hands wrapped around the doorknob of Namjoon’s bedroom. “It’ll be best if I didn't come in with you. He’s… well, let’s just say the scent of you on Taehyung made things a lot worse.”

Jin’s hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze of encouragement. “Call if you need me, I’ll be right outside.”

Nodding, you took another deep breath, before pushing the door wide open.

Nothing could really prepare you for the sight in front of you.

Ropes constrained his hands to the headboard, and his body was laden with glistening sweat, bare to your eyes. A thin silk blanket covered his lower half, but his body convulsed within itself, twisting around in its’ sheets. He was fucked out. Gone was your sweet, dimpled Namjoon.

In his place was a beast. His dark hair was matted against his forehead, as his face squeezed in pain. He was trembling, perspiration slipping in beads of crystallized sweat.

“Namjoon.” You gasped out.

He froze, body turning taut. You rushed to his side, fingers reaching out before you stopped yourself from touching him. “Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Should I go get Jin?”

An earth-shattering growl ripped through his mouth, so deep it ran through your body in electric waves. “Don’t say his name.” He spewed between clenched teeth. “Fuck, you smell like him. Why do you smell like him?” The animosity in his voice surprised you.

“Namjoon.” He shook his head heavily at the sound of your voice, closing his eyes as he listened to your voice. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.”

Your fingers raised up to his forehead on your own accord, brushing away his tangled hair so you could look into his eyes. He met your gaze with such burning emotion, you felt the heat rise up in your stomach. “Your burning up. Let me help me.”

Rushing to his bathroom, you found a small washcloth, and rinsing it under the tap you returned as quick as you could. Namjoon hadn’t moved, eyes following your every movement. Hesitantly, you began to wipe away his sweat. Namjoon almost moaned at the contact. “Y/N, stop. I might hurt you.”

“Shut the fuck up Namjoon.” You glared at him. “You’ve ignored me for a whole fucking week because you're horny? Why didn’t you just get it out of your system instead of letting it get to this stage?”

Namjoon’s face took on a pallid sheen. “What did Jin tell you?”

You bit your lip, watching as Namjoon’s eyes followed the sink of your teeth into your delectable muscles. You saw the hunger in his eyes, blood rushing to your cheeks. “I know it was you. The wolf that saved me. You’re not going to hurt me Namjoon.”

“Y/N.” His voice had turned to a whimper. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I-I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him. “You’re way too sweet for your own good, Joonie.” Your hands raised to carry on wiping his body, moving from patting his forehead to swiping at the thick expanse of his neck and collarbone.

“Fuck, love, please stop.” He groaned.

“What is it, where does it hurt?” The endearment did not escape your notice. Your heart thudded against your chest.

He shook his head. “You need to go before I do something I regret.” His eyes were wild, dark with want, with need.

“I want to help you, Joon. Please, I don’t want to see you in pain.”

“You don’t you get it! There’s a reason I’m tied up! You’ve made me want you so badly, you’d always wear these fucking short dresses around me that would be so easy for me to bunch them up and take you against the shelves. God, I can smell you sometimes when you’ve pleasured yourself, your cum smells so delicious, I bet you’d taste so sweet. Your voice would sound like music when I’d sink my teeth in that delectable neck of yours, and I’d fill you to the brim until your full of my cum. You’re perfect for me, made for me, and I for you. I want you. I need you”

Your breath caught in your throat, deep, hot-blooded pleasure flooding through you at Namjoon’s dark voice. Your thighs clung together, but not before Namjoon let out a long wail of desire.

“Fuck Y/N! I can smell you, fuck baby you smell so sweet.” He threw his head back against the headboard, a deep groan rumbling out of his throat. “Love, you need to leave now, or else I’ll lose control. Please.”

“Namjoon, look at me.” You pushed yourself so you were straddling his legs, arms on either side of his torso as you looked up, determination flooding you. “I am not leaving you. It hurts to see you like this, it hurts to see you in pain. Let me help you.” You repeated. You raise your hand to the sides of his face, bum settling on the tops of his thigh. You could feel him freezing beneath you, eyes turned to stare into your own.

“I like you.” You confessed. “I really, really like you.”

With a loud cry, lips collided with yours in a crash of lust, teeth digging into your bottom lip to pull you forward, closer to him. He swallowed the moan that broke through your throat, body shifting forward in the restraints.

“Fuck, Joon.” You gasped out for breath. Namjoon reached forward for more of you, lips running down the expanse of your neck. You whimpered as his teeth sunk in small bites, tongue slipping out to lap at the bruise.

“More,” He groaned. “I need more.” His hands pulled at the ropes restraining him in anger, power radiating him as he growled. “Love, undo them.”

Hands shaking, you reached for the knots, tugging to try and untie them. “Shit, who tied these ropes?” No matter how much you twisted and pulled at them, they wouldn’t undo. It didn’t help that Namjoon had returned to pressing fevered kisses along your collarbone, making your hands tremble. “I can’t get them undone, Namjoon. What do I do?”

“Take off your shirt.” Just as you reached down to pull off your nightshirt, you heard the telltale sound of footsteps running down the stairs and the front door slamming shut.

“Was that Jin?” You realised your mistake once you gazed into Namjoon’s dark, hooded eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you not to say his name, baby?��

Your throat seemed to close at the dominance in his tone. In a bid to appease his jealousy, you hurriedly pulled off your nightshirt.

He groaned at the sight, forgetting your slip as of now. In your haste to reach Namjoon’s house, you had forgotten to put on a bra. You bare breasts were exposed to Namjoon’s lustful eyes. He whined out, nudging you forward with his legs. You charged forward, legs coming up to wrap around his waist as he pulled himself into a sitting position. A moan ripped through you as your chest came in contact with his, the contact setting your skin alight with electricity.

You hips jerked, coming into contact with something that hard and thick. Pleasure jolted your lower regions, and Namjoon’s head bumped forward, foreheads touching. His lips puckered around your breast, tongue rolling around one of your buds as you let out a long cry of his name.

“Namjoon, please.” Your hips began to move in a steady motion, picking up in speed as licks of heat flashed into you. “Give me more.”

“Fuck, baby. If you keep doing that, I won’t last.” His teeth sunk down, your mind turning white as hot pleasure filled you. Your hands ran up the back of his neck, looking for anything to keep you up before you fingers gripped the soft grains of his dark hair tightly. You took your time travelling down his back, loving the way his mouth parted around your breast in heavy whimpers at your hands’ ministrations, before the reached forward, slipping down to come in contact with his clothed member. His loud moan was deep and husky, head rearing away from your breast as his eyes closed.

You gripped him tighter, hands reaching forward for more, more, more.

“What do I do Namjoon?” You began to press shy kisses down his collarbone. “Tell me what to do.”

“Shit, baby.” His gravelly voice echoed across the room. “I need to fill you up.”

You groaned at his heavy words, hands tightening around his thick length. “Take off your shorts.” You raised yourself up, hands leaving his member to pull down your sleeping shorts and underwear in one swift moment.

“That’s it, baby. Leave yourself bare to my eyes only.” His words were making your headlight, filled with only thoughts of his kisses. You sank back down on his member in one strong thrust. Your high cry made harmony with his raspy groan, as your hips moved together in synchronised thrusts.

His thick lips were back on your neck as your hands moved back to his boxer, slipping them as low as you could reach. Your hands came in contact with his bare member and you let out another loud wail as you pulled it out. It was thicker than you expected, and you couldn’t help your hands from gripping on the top a bit too tightly.

Namjoon winced, lips parting in short gasps against the soft tract of your neck. “Baby, I can’t take it anymore.” You nodded, body thrumming with need.

Thighs slick with arousal, you slowly pushed yourself back down into Namjoon’s lap. You could feel the heat of his head slipping into you, warmth gripping your body as you it enveloped you. Namjoon threw his head back in a deafening howl, an animalistic sound that reminded you of the beast inside of him. The pit in your stomach clenched, but instead of the usual emptiness, it began to pulse with ecstasy as Namjoon pushed up inside you.

Your hands left his hips, reaching up to his shoulders as you gripped them in your vice. “Namjoon, more, more,”

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon snapped forward with such ferocity you felt your body jolt up. A feral growl left his lips as he pumped up into you, his arms tensing by its restrained. With a powerful wrench, a loud crack resonated around the room as the headboard gave a feeble cry as Namjoon’s hands ripped from his constraints.

Namjoon’s touch sent you spiralling. It was like another dimension was added, another layer of pleasure bleeding into you. His hands were rough and harsh, gripping and pulling as they seized your hips to pull you even closer. You were enthralled, absorbed in the creature in front of you and the control he had over your body. His hands slipped down your waist to clasp your ass, kneading them with his long fingers to heighten the elation that ran through your body. Your hands gripped his shoulders, reaching around to grasp his neck tightly as he thrust deeper.

“Namjoon,” You cried out, overwhelmed by his scent, his touch. He was all you could see, all you could feel. You didn’t think you could last longer, couldn’t feel any more full than when he ground into you. He was so thick, so warm. “I want all of you inside me, all of it.”

You could feel your ecstasy rising, a euphoric paradise between your two souls. “I’m going to fill you so good, love. You’ll look so beautiful rounded with my seed that’ll grow into my pups, my beautiful mate. My love.”

“You are mine and I am yours.” With a commanding snarl, his teeth sunk into your fragile, human neck. You exploded with a cry, your pit filling with Namjoon’s essence, brimful of his love. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears and urging you further and further into your pleasure. Your whimpers fuelled him, one of his hands came to grip your leg that was wrapped around his waist, lifting it higher and hitting inside you deeper and deeper.

He reached his high when you began to murmur his name over and over again, drilling into you to prolong his bliss. Snapping forward, he pulled your lips to his in a harsh kiss, tongue slipping past to smother you in love. He began to still at your whines, your head lulling into the crook of his neck in exhaustion. He fell backwards lethargically, hands raising from your hips to the small of your back.

With a sweaty kiss to your forehead, he started to lap at the bite on your neck. You legs fell to his side, too weak to hold on as he slipped out of you. His hands ran up the sides of your body, before resting on either side of your neck as he raised his gaze to yours. Cedar eyes held your gaze with such warmth you didn’t notice as he slipped out of you, your combined love escaping your grasp to cover the banks of your thighs.

“I like you too.” Your Namjoon had returned, dimpled smile and all as he grinned down up at you. “I-I think I might love you.”

You felt cherry-blossom blush shuffle across the apples of your cheeks. A soft laugh left his lips as he leaned down, full lips engulfing yours in a sweet kiss.

You hummed in response, blossoming in the aftercare of his confession. He twisted you around so you lay on his side, a petty frown marring his face as he watched the rest of his cum leave your body. Your fingers reached up to trace his lips, a giggle rumbling through your body and the sudden switch in the atmosphere. You pulled your arms around his neck to try and pull him down, wanting to cuddle longer.

“Let me take care of you now.” He kissed the soft skin underneath your jaw, as you pouted up at him. He beamed down at you, before reaching around for the discarded washcloth and began to clean between your legs. He kissed your cheek in apology when you squirmed at the oversensitivity, before throwing the washcloth to the ground and pulling you into his chest.

You legs entwined with him as you rested your head in the safety of his neck. “So, what does this mean? Between us?”

His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if scared you would disappear. “You’re my mate, I knew when I saved you in the forest. But you have a choice. I would never force you into something you didn’t have a choice in.”

Your hands raised to reach the soft patter of his heartbeat, curling closer to his body. “I want to try, with you. I think I’ve liked you ever since I woke up in your bed.” You grinned cheekily up at him at the insinuation. His hand came down to swipe your bare bottom, and you yelped at the sensation.

His dimpled smile set your heart on fire. “I want to try too. Thank you, for saving me.”

You laughed at him. “We saved each other, I guess.”

***

The morning came with the feeling of warmth pooling between your legs. With a sleepy moan, you felt the graze of warm sunlight shuffle around your body as you roused from your heavy slumber. A pleasant brush pushing your thighs slowly apart woke you to what was going on.

“Namjoon,” You gasped out, voice husky from sleep. He was hidden from your sight, underneath the covers of the bed. You could feel him whimper against your legs, groans of pleasure as your voice rumbled through his body. Soft kisses were pressed against your inner thighs, and despite the sleep-induced haze you were suffering, your body responded on its own by spreading your legs open wider.

“Joon,” You called out his name again when you felt the warmth of his breath reach higher to your sensitive parts.

Your hands slipped under the sheets, gripping his thick hair as he kissed when you so desperately needed him to kiss. His tongue slipped out as a soft moan left your lips before he dived in with such resolute need you felt the tips of your toes curl with pleasure. Your back arched forward, wincing as the residue of last night’s events hit your strained body. The combination of the pain and pleasure heightened the feeling of Namjoon between your legs, his hands coming up to cup your behind and pull your forward, deeper into his sinful mouth. A finger came to join his wicked tongue, flooding you with such pleasure you bounded up, a low moan rushing out of your mouth.

Euphoria flooded you as you came undone on his tongue within seconds, hands gripping his hair to pull him closer as he lapped you up. With one last drink, you felt him pull away as you tapped his chin, stabs of oversensitivity pinching you.

Hands still gripping his hair, you pulled away the blanket to see him rested on the tops of your thighs, lips glistening with your sweet essence. The sight would forever be ingrained in your mind. He grinned up at you, tongue sweeping out to lick his lips. Your body was flushed, red from his caresses.

Your hands rested on his head, running through his soft hair as you tried to calm your breathing. “What was that for?”

He pushed himself up, placing soft kisses along the stretch of your stomach, rising up between the valley of your breasts to reach his mark. “Because I love you.”

You felt yourself break out into a content smile, the sound of his confession music to your ears. As the sun filtered through his bedroom, the need to keep that heavenly smile on his face filled you.

Your hands reached the nape of his neck, as your left leg latched around his waist. You hauled him down, hands coming up to grip his shoulders as you pulled him down in a fervent kiss. He groaned out as you bit down on his lips, hands reaching out to pull you closer.

Reaching down, you felt his length harden in your hand as you pumped him closer, his soft rapturous groans urging you on. When he slipped into you, you warmed in his hold, in his love.

Hours later, as he two of you lay in each other’s embrace, his hand lay entwined with yours. Your body caved around his galaxy-heavy kisses, his storm-like hold. In the emptiness of your body, he filled it with his love.

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