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Moonchild | ot7 | Six
🕑 Added 2023-06-15 17:24:14 +0000 UTC
Pair: OT7 x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader
Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?
Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.
Chapter Warnings: Things keep heating up!
A/N: An early update because I’ll be away on the weekend <3
WC: 3.3K
No matter where they were, Seokjin’s day always started the same way: Padding into the kitchen with one of his many blue pajama sets to cook a nice breakfast for the pack. He couldn’t help but feel like they were on vacation each time Bangtan visited Dalju. The quiet and being so close to nature all the time really did bring out the best mood in all of them.
The youngest ones were out of the house as soon as the sun was up, excited to run free through the woods and play around like the big pups that they were. Even Namjoon seemed to be in a better mood today, but he was sure their surroundings weren’t the only cause for the sudden change.
The main reason, he knew, was walking into the kitchen in what had to be the cutest set of shirt and shorts with heart patterns all over the bottom.
“Morning, Jinnie.”
“Up so early, little doe?” he smiled at you, which you returned. “Thought you didn’t go to bed until late.”
You gave him a little not, leaning against the counter to spy on the cooking.“I’m trying to tire myself out so I can start sleeping earlier.”
“How’s that working?” he chuckled.
“I already want to die.” you replied with a groan.
Jin laughed at the way you tried to mask a yawn every few minutes. He liked the way you stayed near him, instead of looking for something else to do. The buchimgae was sizzling away on the frying pan, so he had to be careful and make sure none of it splattered on you.
“How can I help?” you asked after a particularly long yawn.
“You’re our guest, you don’t need to do anything.”
Seokjin had it all covered, used to cooking a lot of food on the daily, he could tell you were tired, so pushing you to work in the kitchen with him wasn’t something he was particularly inclined on doing. Not to mention, he wanted to be the one to cook for you.
His inner alpha wanted to prove through that small action that he was a fit male, that he could provide for you. He could feed you. He could hunt for you too, should you wish him to.
You could just stand there and look pretty and it would be helpful enough.
But you clearly didn’t like that.
“I don’t want to be a guest forever.”
It could have been the pout on your pillowy lips, it could have been how soft you looked having just woken up after a few hours of sleep. It could even be the fact you had started to smell like the pack after just a day in their presence.
But it was the way you said ‘forever’, hinting that you would stay with them, that brought a red tinge to the tip of his ears, and had his blood pumping faster.
“Can you make the coffee then?” Seokjin settled.
“Thankfully I know a thing or two about making coffee.”
More than that, you knew how each pack member liked their coffee. Like Yoongi and Hoseok enjoyed iced americanos, but the former was preferring decaf at the moment. And how Jungkook liked his on the sweeter side as Taehyung didn’t like coffee at all.
As Jin cooked next to you, you moved around the kitchen to familiarize yourself with the space, find where things were stored and what you had to work with. The inside of the house, much like the outside, had a rustic and earthy vibe; wooden floors, cabinets and furniture. But with a touch of modern in the matte black fixtures, marble countertops and appliances that came out straight from Michelin kitchens.
After learning how to work the espresso machine –a much fancier one than the one you had at Moonlight–, you opened a cabinet to find the mugs. And you weren’t a short person by human standards, but you had realized wolves were relatively taller than you. So they stored their crockery up high.
Higher than you could reach, at least.
“Need a hand, little doe?”
And a hand he gave you. Seokjin was next to you after turning the stove knob to minimum heat, a soft but steady hand resting on the small of your back, touching your skin where your pajama shirt had ridden up in your attempt to reach the cups. He picked up eight mugs, one by one so his other hand could stay on you.
Ever so slightly, you moved closer and closer to him, liking how your body felt tucked into his side. His hand slipped to the dip of your waist when the last of the cups was placed onto the marble top with a soft clunk.
“There you go.”
“Thank you, Jinnie.”
You stood on the tip of your toes to leave a small kiss to the underside of his jaw, since you couldn’t reach his cheek. His hand tightened on your waist, pressing you against his body a little more.
In return, Seokjin pressed his lips to your temple, as he moved you in front of him to cage you between his wide body and the kitchen counter.
I was wondering why breakfast was late. Jimin’s annoyed voice sounded inside the elder’s mind.
It was the only reason Seokjin reluctantly let go of you to turn around and see the wolf sitting in the kitchen, half slitted eyes staring at the two of you.
You were a little breathless, already missing Jin’s warmth when a small huff made you turn around. A golden wolf with soft looking, light yellow fur, a lot smaller than Jungkook and Namjoon, but just as beautiful, was sitting at the entrance.
“Good morning, Jiminie.” you smiled at him with a small wave.
How does she know it’s me? Jimin asked his hyung.
“Did you see him turn before?” puzzled, Seokjin asked you with knitted brows.
“No, why?”
You had your back to them, busying yourself with the coffee, so you didn’t see the confusion etched in their faces.
Jimin went away after a while and came back after turning and taking a shower. Jungkook and Taehyung were behind him and helped you set up the table. Yoongi was the only one that didn’t come out of his room for breakfast.
But you had made him a drink, and you didn’t want it to go to waste, so you excused yourself from the pack and made your way downstairs to the lowest level of the house.
It was a little colder down there, surprisingly. There were only two doors, one opposite the other in the narrow hallway. The first door was open wide, while the other one was closed and had a "GO AWAY" sign with the picture of a cat flipping its middle finger.
You knocked on the light wood, getting an answer not two seconds later:
"Go away." came the bored tone from the other side.
"Okay, I'll just leave your coffee out here."
You heard the squeaking of a chair and shuffling, the door opening before the cup could even touch the floor.
"I didn't know it was you."
You bit your lip to stop a smile. Yoongi was really cute in the mornings. Puffy cheeks, pouty red lips, messy hair as white as snow. He must be a pretty wolf too, you wondered what that version of him looked like.
With an amused little smile, you asked: "You wouldn't send me away if you did?"
"No, never you."
The man opened the door wider to welcome you into his space, getting the coffee cup from your hands. He took a sip as you looked around.
Yoongi’s bedroom was a perfectly balanced mix of black & white pieces and decor. His bed was pushed against a wall to open up space on the other side to fit a small desk and chair.
The tabletop had a few piles of paper and a laptop open to a newspaper website. The picture on the screen you could recognize quite well.
It was a photo of the entrance of Moonlight with a paper sign that said "CLOSED".
"Did news outlets report the robbery?"
"Just one. I'm afraid it wasn't front page material though."
"That's better, I guess." you took a seat on his bed, as Yoongi fell into his chair in front of you. "Does it say anything about…"
"Wolves?" he shook his head when you nodded. "They linked it to the growth of violence rates in big cities."
That was good, you thought. One one had, you would like people to be warned about the dangers lurking, the two Southside wolves that intended to harm you. But bringing light to them, would bring light to Bangtan. And you didn't want them to be in danger too.
"Thank you for the coffee." Yoongi said as he placed it on a free spot on his desk.
"You didn't come out for breakfast, I wanted you to have something."
"Couldn't sleep last night."
Yoongi turned around on his chair, the wheels rolling him closer to you. His spread legs were on each side of yours, practically caging you in. His veiny fingers were cold from holding the cup, but the temperature wasn't the only reason for the shiver taking over you when his hands rested over your knees.
"Me neither."
"Hm."
His fingers drew absent-minded patterns on the skin of your thighs, but his eyes were on your face; studying you, testing how far he could push you until you pushed him away. Or how high up his hands could roam.
"You could have looked for me." you whispered, gaze falling to his pink lips when his tongue poked between them. "I would have kept you company."
Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, raspy and enough to send a tingling feeling through you.
"I don’t know, sweetheart. You looked pretty entertained yesterday.”
“Huh?”
Of course you knew what he was talking about, Namjoon’s lips on your neck still so fresh in your memory you could almost feel them.
“Don’t play coy. I can still smell Namjoon all over you.” Yoongi warned, face leaning closer to yours. “And hyung too. You’ve been busy.”
“Oh, I– well–”
“We should change that, don’t you think?”
Yoongi left his chair, hands resting on the mattress side by side with your hips. The more he leaned over you, the more you leaned back, until you were laying on Yoongi’s bed with him on top of you.
“What are you doing?” your question came out like a little whimper.
“Making you smell of me instead.”
Cat eyes stared up at you, taking your breath away. You knew it was his way of asking for permission and you gave him a small nod. You were unsure of what he was about to do, but whatever it was, you wanted it.
Yoongi took your wrists, making you let go of the sheets you were squeezing, and raised your arms to pin them over your head. He could hear your heartbeat accelerate and your breathing weighing heavy on your chest. You smelled so sweet to him, and having you so close like this was making him a little drunk.
He let go of your arms when he made sure you wouldn’t move them from the position they were placed in. Yoongi was growling lowly, the more animalistic side of him wanting to bite you and claim you, but it was much too soon for that. His lips came in contact with the lower part of your stomach, his inner alpha forcing pictures of you carrying his pups into his mind.
Your lips parted with soft gasps as the man above you peppered kisses all over your stomach, but not raising your top any more than it naturally had. As he climbed your body, nosing at any skin he found available, his hands roamed your legs and squeezed your flesh.
Yoongi only stopped when he deemed you covered in his scent enough to let his members know he was taking his claim to you, just like a few of the others already had so far.
You had learned by now that the werewolves were very connected to smells and scenting. Hoseok and Namjoon had told you you smell good before, and Yoongi had made a point of covering others’ smells with his. So you knew Jungkook had been sulking all day because you smelled of his hyungs and not of him.
The sun was starting its climb down in the sky when you made it into your bedroom to shower and put a stop to all that pouting. Not that the younger wolf didn’t look cute as heck with his puckered pink lips, but you didn’t want to be the reason he was so upset.
And secondly, Yoongi was sporting a cocky smirk all day and, even if you thought it was sexy as fuck, you didn’t know if his actions meant something more than what you believed it did.
As you left the bathroom you shared with the maknae, wrapped in a towel and drying your hair with another one, you found a folded shirt on top of your bed. It was a simple button down, white and soft. It wasn’t the first time one of them gave you clothes, Jungkook didn’t accept back the hoodie he had given you to travel with, and now this shirt.
You guessed that, because most of your things had been torn apart, they wanted to help you rebuild your wardrobe. Bringing the shirt to your nose, you could faintly smell cocoa powder and dark musk, knowing instantly it belonged to Taehyung.
It was a little big on you when you dressed in it, needing a basic shirt underneath it, and you folded it a little with a small knot over a pair of shorts. But you hoped it still looked nice.
You left your bedroom to go find the boy and thank him for the gift, passing by Hoseok in the living room during your search.
“Hey.” you smiled at him, but didn’t sit on the couch when he patted the space next to him. “Have you seen Tae?”
“I think he went out to pick strawberries.” the man said as he looked you over, a small crease forming between his brows. “Hyung was saying something about baking you a pie.”
“You guys spoil me too much.”
“If only you knew.” Hobi was half whispering.
After thanking him, you left the house in search of the man you were wanting to see. Outside, the sun was shining and the wind was blowing the leaves of the trees. You much preferred the sound of birds chirping to the horns and sirens of Seoul. Namjoon was out there too, you noted, with an ax in his hands as he chopped pieces of wood that would be used to feed the fireplace later. His arms were straining against his tight shirt each time he lifted the heavy tool.
You sent him a look over your shoulder as you crossed the first tree of the forest. He smirked in return and you knew you were both thinking back to the talk you had last night.
Part of you wanted to run and hide, just to put to the test if he really could find you like he promised. But you could already see Taehyung a little deeper in the forest, his back turned to you as he studied which berries from the bush were ready to be picked.
Just like you, he seemed to be fresh out of the shower. His messy hair was wet and falling over his forehead in soft curls.
He knew the moment you stepped into the forest, the wind making your scent travel through the trees and get to him. After that, he heard your soft steps as the fallen leaves crunched under your feet. But Taehyung still pretended to be distracted, still pretended not to notice you.
And he was really glad he did when your arms wrapped around his middle, your face pressing to his back, as you said:
“Gotcha!”
Taehyung giggled, and he could hear his members snickering nearby but he couldn't care less, with the way you were holding him.
“Yes you did!” he chirped, turning around in your embrace. “Wanna help me pick–”
The husky gruff that left his lips made your eyes widen in surprise.
“My shirt.”
“Uh, yeah–”
“You’re wearing it.”
“I thought– Wasn’t I supposed to–”
Taehyung hugged you with arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the floor so he could be leveled with your neck. You were squealing and laughing as you held on to him. As if he’d ever let you fall, as if he’d ever let anything happen to you.
“Tae!” you were giggling as the man left kisses all over your neck.
So much for washing the scent of one of them off of you. Maybe you should get used to this at this point, now that you lived with a wolf pack.
“Sorry.” he said between laughs, putting you down again. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“Of course I am, silly! You gave it to me.”
“Yes I did.”
The man was smiling so much, wide and full of teeth, you just wanted to ruffle his hair but held the urge back. Looking around, you saw the few small bushes of strawberries and the small basket Taehyung was using to store the ones he had picked already.
“Can I?” you pointed at a fruit you thought was ready to be eaten.
“Go ahead.”
You walked around the bushes, collecting the red berries, popping one or another into your mouth instead of the basket. Every now and then you thought you heard another one of the guys saying something, but each time you looked around, Tae was the only one near. And he’d smile encouragingly for you to keep going.
Can’t believe she’s really wearing your gift. Jimin was mumbling in Taehyung’s head, making the younger one smile proudly at himself.
I told you she’d like it.
"Hey, don't you think you've eaten enough?" Taehyung called you out as you popped a berry into your mouth, with another one already on your hand to go in next. "At this pace hyung won't have enough for dessert."
"Mhmm." you mumbled.
"Can I at least have one?"
"Hmmm." you were shaking your head, holding the berry delicately between your hands.
"Get back here."
You didn't know what went through your mind to think you could outrun a wolf, but you still tried. And failed.
After two steps, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hard chest. Before you even swallowed the first strawberry, you pushed the other past your lips playfully.
It was an unattractive scene, the way strawberry juice spilled from the corner of your lips as you chewed and swallowed. You were giggling and Taehyung laughed, squinting his pretty chocolate eyes at you.
"You got something on your face."
"Oh, yeah?" you played dumb, wiping your forehead. "Did I get it?"
"Not quite." he laughed, full of endearment.
"What about now?" you wiped the tip of your nose.
The man was still laughing when one of his large hands slipped to the back of your neck, hold firm enough to keep you in place. His parted lips met your chin, tongue swiping at the spilled juice as you melted in his arms.
Taehyung kept following the sweet trail up to your lips, licking the corner. You were already parting them shamelessly, when he stopped and pulled away.
Blown out eyes that mirrored yours, only your cheeks felt a lot redder than his were.
Where are the strawberries, Taehyungah? Seokjin was asking and Taehyung wanted to curse the interruption.
"Shall we take these to hyung?" he asked you, a little breathless.
"Okay."
You allowed Taehyung to link his hand with yours, as the other picked up the basket with the few strawberries he managed to save.
After all of these close encounters with the men, when you were staying with them for barely two days at this point, you didn't think you'd make it to the end of the week.
Comments
SomeShineSomeDon’t
Yoongi is too cute! I can just see him sporting his Agust D smirk 😏
Kass
I was not expecting the gank from lumberjack namjoon! 💘💘💘
