Jungkook was out hunting in the forest when his father's summoning howl pierced through the forest. He hadn’t caught anything yet but he knew better than to keep him waiting. He hastily made his way back to the pack. The forest was silent around him except for the soft crunch of the snow under his boots. Anxiety pooled in his gut as reached his village.
A few omegas excitedly greeted him as he walked to his father’s hut. He waved and smiled at them, hoping he didn’t come off as unfriendly of stiff. Ever since he had presented as an alpha last winter, the packs omegas had become increasingly interested in him.
It also didn’t help that he was the head alpha’s son. Soon, Jungkook would take that position from his father. He would be in charge of the safety and wellbeing of his pack. Being the mate of the head alpha guaranteed safety and protection, as well as status. It was no surprise that he got so much attention from the omegas.
Jungkook knew that most alphas would kill to be in his position but he couldn’t say he enjoyed the attention. He often received small gifts from omegas like food, trinkets or furs dowsed in their scent. He appreciated their gifts and accepted them out of civility but he had no interest in mating any of them. They were all lovely, of course, he had nothing but respect for the omegas of his pack.
Despite how his father and some alphas saw omegas, Jungkook knew better. He was raised by an incredible omega. His mother was strong and proud, she refused to submit to the whims of alphas and he admired that. His father didn’t deserve her.
Jungkook wanted nothing more than to make her proud. One day he would lead the pack with honor and integrity but for or now he had to follow his father’s commands and submit to his authority.
Jungkook pushed through the wools of his father’s hut, bowing to him and the elders who were gathered around the fire for a meeting.
“Jungkook!” one of the elders, his uncle, greeted, “How was your hunt?”
“I’m afraid it was fruitless, uncle.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” he replied, almost mocking.
He never liked his uncle, he had always been jealous of Jungkook’s father’s position and wanted his own son to become head alpha instead of Jungkook. Being the eldest of the two brothers; Jungkook’s father inherited the position of head alpha over his younger brother. Although Jungkook’s uncle had accepted this; he was constantly trying to make Jungkook seem incompetent and unable to rule the pack.
In the case that Jungkook was proven to be unfit for the position; his cousin would assume the position instead. Because of this Jungkook always stayed on his toes, there was no way he would let his twisted uncle and cousin gain more power and influence.
“Winter has been harsh this year, the animals have taken shelter,” he replied curtly, a polite smile on his face.
“Alright men” his father's raucous voice interrupted them, “can I have a moment with my son.” It wasn’t a request but a command.
His uncle sneered at him once his back was turned to Jungkook’s father as he walked out.
Jungkook stifled his annoyance and bowed to the others elders as they they left.
Once they were alone, his father motioned for him to take a seat on the floor by the fire. “Jungkook, how have you been. I haven’t seen you in days.”
“I’ve been staying busy, father. I’ve been out hunting and helping store meat for the blizzard.”
His father frowned, “That’s an omega’s job, you know this.”
Jungkook held his ground under his father’s disapproval, “Like I told uncle, the hunt has been dead, so I want to help where I can.”
“You will stick to hunting and stay out of the kitchens, Jungkook.” His father’s booming voice left no room for disapproval.
Jungkook bowed his head to hide the anger and frustration on his face, “Yes, father.”
“Good,” he replied appeased. “I’ve actually summoned you here to discuss something important.”
Jungkook went rigid, waiting for his father to continue.
“Have you picked an omega?” he asked, bluntly.
He winced, “No, father.”
He was silent for a few tense moments, “I let this slide last year, Jungkook, but you must have a mate by the end of winter.”
“I understand, father.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” he boomed. “You should have chosen an omega last winter but I was lenient since you presented young. You’re nineteen years old now, there is no excuse.”
Tensions had been high in the pack due to conflicts with the neighboring pack across the Great Lake. His father was growing old and Jungkook needed to take over soon to quell his people's worry but according to tradition; before taking his position as head alpha, Jungkook needed to mate a fertile omega to secure the linage of head alphas. “I’m sorry, father.”
His father grunted, standing from his seat to tower over Jungkook, “You’re still stuck on that omega, aren’t you?”
Jungkook tensed, not liking the direction the conversation was heading.
“I knew it.” he barked, stepping closer to Jungkook, “you have until the end of the winter to pick and omega or I’ll pick one for you.”
“Father!” Jungkook protested in alarm.
“Don’t argue with me boy,” he warned, “Stop chasing after that useless omega, he is an embarrassment to this pack. I’ve seen him out hunting with the alphas, pathetic. An omega should know it’s place.”
Jungkook felt his blood boil and his wolf threatening to lash out. Park Jimin wasn’t his mate but he’d be damned if he let anyone disrespect him. Jungkook stood from the floor and was pleased to find that he was now slightly taller than his father. He wasn’t a pup anymore; he had grown considerably since he had presented and his body had filled out with muscle
He was no longer scared of his father. He stared him down, eyes flashing yellow as his wolf bristled. “You will not talk about him in that manner,” he growled.
His father blinked at him in shock for a few seconds before reeling and arm back and punching Jungkook across the face.
He could have dogged, but he simply rolled with the punch. Fighting with the lead alpha was prohibited unless he was challenging his position.
The smack of his father’s first against his cheek rang out through the hut. Pain bloomed across his cheek but Jungkook stood still, staring back at him evenly, nose flaring in frustration and anger.
“A mate. By the end of the week,” his father spat, “Understood?”
Jungkook clenched his fists, taking a deep breath to ease his temper, “Yes.”
“Get out of my sight.”
He turned, leaving the hut.
His uncle was standing outside, no doubt eavesdropping on their conversation. Jungkook ignored him, pushing past to walk into the forest. Once he was under the covers of the trees, he pulled off his clothes before shifting into his wolf. He picked up his clothes in his mouth before running. He needed to calm down before his pack saw him in this state.
Jungkook ran until he was miles from the pack but close enough to sense if there was an emergency or threat.
He stopped when he reached a lake, surprisingly it wasn’t frozen over yet. Jungkook laid down on the snow next to the water, choosing not to shift back. His fur coat would protect him from the biting cold.
He laid there for a few hours, calming significantly and reflecting on what his father had told him. It was true that he had to find a mate. Jungkook didn’t like it but he knew it was his duty as future head alpha. Jungkook would do anything for his back, he’d sacrifice his happiness for them but it was so damn hard.
He was so hopelessly in love with Park Jimin. A gorgeous omega who was strong willed and proud. He’d been in love with Jimin since he was just a little pup. Jimin was two years older than him and Jungkook had always looked up to him.
Jimin never really noticed him growing up but Jungkook always, secretly, looked after him. Jimin’s father had passed away from illness several winters ago and unfortunately he had no alpha siblings to hunt in his stead. Because of this, Jungkook hunted more than anyone else, trying to ensure Jimin’s mother received a decent portion of the hunt during the distributions.
He hoped that by doing this, Jimin wouldn’t have to go hunting anymore. It wasn’t that he believed he shouldn’t be hunting; Jimin was actually an incredible hunter. He was quick an agile and often succeeded in getting a kill but the other alphas always ridiculed him. Jimin was muscular and well built but he was also lean and definitely not as tall as the alphas. He couldn’t take down large animals like bison or elk on his own.
Jungkook always kept an eye on him during hunts because they were dangerous. Not only could larger animals overpower Jimin but he could encounter rival packs invading their territory.
The usually split into groups of two or threes but Jimin often hunted alone because he refused help from any of the alphas except Taehyung of the Kim family. Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t envy Taehyung but he was glad Jimin had support from him.
Taehyung didn’t go on hunts often, though. Despite being an alpha, he was one of their most talented healers. Both of them defied their designated roles, it was no wonder they were friends.
He felt that he’d be good friends with Taehyung too if Jungkook’s wolf didn’t see him as a threat on his claim on Jimin. It was ridiculous, though, because he technically had no claim on Jimin.
According to the laws of their pack, as the future head alpha, he had the right to any of the omegas in the pack. Jungkook believed this was outdated and backwards law. He wouldn’t place a claim any omega unless they wanted it.
And Jimin didn’t want it.
Growing up in the same pack, he’d know Jimin his whole life. They never really spoke with each other, though. Mostly because Jimin avoided alphas and also because Jungkook was embarrassingly shy around him.
He thought back to the time when they were just kids and he was learning how to set up traps but had got his leg caught in one of them. It was embarrassing, getting caught in your own trap. It had happened in the outskirts of their village, under the cover of the trees. Jimin heard him struggling and had helped him free himself. He didn’t make fun of him like anyone else would have. The alpha’s son wasn’t allowed to show weakness or incompetence after all.
Jimin probably didn’t remember that day, it had happened so long ago but for some reason it was memorable for him. Jimin had given him pointers and guidance instead of mocking him. His smile was radiant and his voice gentle. Nobody but his mother had treated him like that before. Jungkook didn’t know what love was then, but he was sure he loved him, even back then.
They had interacted a few times throughout the years but Jungkook usually shied away, probably coming off as unapproachable and cold. Jimin made his heart skip and his palms sweat but Jungkook couldn’t say he hated it.
After the death of Jimin’s father, something had changed, and Jungkook didn’t know what it was exactly. It became almost impossible to approach Jimin, their interactions were restricted to pleasantries at pack meetings and curt replies on hunts. Nonetheless, Jimin was the only person his wolf would willingly submit to.
Jungkook would do anything for him but Jimin had made his feeling for him perfectly clear.
It had happened on hunt during the fall.
Jungkook was tracking a bison when he suddenly smelled a spike of panic and fear coming from one of his pack members. It cut through the earthy smells of the forest, potent and strong.
Being the head alpha’s son, he had heightened senses in order to protect his pack. When the alphas went on hunts he was not only responsible for bringing in the biggest kill; he also had a duty of ensuring everyone returned alive.
Normally, Jungkook wouldn’t abandon his hunt over something like this, the alphas traveled in groups and had each other's backs. But this wasn’t just another alpha, this was a scent Jungkook was all too familiar with.
He abandoned the bison, taking off towards the direction of the smell. He let his powerful hind legs pierce through the forest, speeding past the trees as fast as he could go. The deep layer of snow lining the ground, did nothing to hinder him. The uncontrollable urge to protect Park Jimin propelled him forward, overwhelming any other thought and emotion.
His legs were burning when he finally pushed past a few trees and reached a small clearing where Jimin was struggling with another wolf.
He growled in rage, charging at the wolf just as it sank its teeth into Jimin’s neck.
Jungkook clamped his own jaw on the wolf's neck, biting hard and unforgiving until he whimpered, loosening his hold on Jimin. He overpowered the wolf in seconds and didn’t hesitate to claw at his throat, ripping it apart.
The wolf died instantly and Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to feel any regret. He caught his breath for a few seconds, wiping his snout on the snow, his heart pounding wildly against his ribcage.
Jungkook shifted back into his human form, after a few moments, pulling on the pants he had carried in his sack. “Are you okay?” he breathed out, trying to hide the distress in his tone.
Jimin watched him warily for a few moments before shifting too. Jungkook averted his eyes as Jimin pulled on his own pants.
Jungkook’s heart caught in his throat when he saw his human form. The wound looked worse, bleeding down his bare chest.
“Why’d you come?” Jimin finally replied, bringing a cloth up to his wound.
Jungkook frowned, eyes fixed on Jimin’s wound, he needed medical attention. “What do you mean? You were in danger.”
“I was fine,” Jimin shot back, kneeling on the floor, probably weak from the blood loss.
“No you weren’t, he would have killed you.”
Jimin grunted in pain as he pushed down on the wound, “I handled the other one just fine.”
“Other one…?” that’s when Jungkook picked up of the scent of another dead wolf in the trees just behind Jimin. “There were two?” His anger spiked at those cowardly animals attacking his mate.
No, Jimin wasn’t his mate he reminded himself, forcing his wolf to calm down.
“Yeah, and I took the first one down without trouble. It was a beta.”
Jungkook loved how confident and proud of himself Jimin sounded but he was also frustrated that he was taking this so lightly. “You shouldn’t have been out here by yourself in the first place,” he scolded a little too harshly.
Most people would concede and apologize but Jimin just glared at him, “Is that an order, Jeon Jungkook.”
This wasn’t exactly how Jungkook pictured their first actual conversation in years to play out.
“No,” Jungkook sighed, in frustration “you need to get back to the pack, that wound looks horrible,” He took a step towards where Jimin was kneeling on the floor, blood trailing down his chest at an alarming rate.
“Stay away from me,” Jimin shot out.
Jungkook froze, “I’m just trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your help.”
He sounded strained and Jungkook could see the sheen of sweat gathering on his body. “Yes you do, don’t be difficult.” He protested, resisting the urge to reach for him.
“Difficult?” he scoffed, “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“What?” Jungkook asked, panicked and frustrated.
“You…” Jimin breathed out, “head alpha’s son…”
Jimin collapsed before finishing the sentence and Jungkook darted forward to catch him before he face-planted on the floor.
Jungkook did his best to stay calm, seeing Jimin hurt was taking a toll on his control.
He gently laid him down on his back, inspecting the wound. It was deep, the skin of his neck shredded. Jungkook suddenly wished he had some type of knowledge on healing but these weren’t things alphas were taught.
He considered howling for his pack but there was no way to convey they he needed a healer. If anything, the other alphas would just show up and that’s not what they needed. This was a definite flaw in their system.
The wound looked worse up close, blood was pouring out evenly and the cloth was soaked through.
Jungkook let instinct take over and before he could think it through, he brought his mouth down to Jimin’s neck to lick at the wound.
He was met with the metallic taste of Jimin’s blood but it didn’t take unpleasant as he thought it would. He lapped at the wound until the blood stopped coming. He pulled back in awe to see that the wound had ceased bleeding and had even begun to mend.
Coming from a long line of head alphas, Jungkook not only had keener senses than any other alpha, he also had advanced healing abilities. Naturally, it was only supposed to work of his family and consequently his mate in order to ensure healthy pups to preserve the lineage.
The fact that it worked on Jimin was testament of his wolf's belief that Jimin was his mate.
Jungkook didn’t allow himself to linger on this thought, he needed to get Jimin to an actual healer. He’d lost too much blood.
He ripped a piece of cloth off his pants, warping it securely around Jimin’s neck. “You’re going to be okay, hyung,” he whispered softly, as he hoisted Jimin onto his back before running through the forest back to their pack. His human legs protested in pain but Jungkook couldn’t keep Jimin on his back if he shifted.
Despite this, he reached the pack in just minutes. Taehyung was the first person he saw; he had probably smelled his friend as they neared.
“What happened?” he called, running to meet them. He reached to pull Jimin off his back and Jungkook resisted the urge to stop him.
Jungkook dropped to his knees panting loudly. He was exhausted after running such a long distance with Jimin’s weight on his back.
Taehyung cradled Jimin in his arms, inspecting his wound, before tensing, a low growl building in his throat, “What did you do?”
“What?” Jungkook panted.
“The wound smells of you!” Taehyung hissed. A small crowd had began forming around them, watching in confused, panic.
Taehyung was brave, nobody ever dared speak to him in the manner. If Jungkook wanted, he could have Taehyung severally punished.
Before Jungkook could reply, Jimin’s mother pushed through the growing crowd, “My son!” she shouted. She ran up to them, only relaxing slightly when she saw Jimin was alive.
The crowd started bustling around him asking if there had been an attack and if everyone else was okay.
Jungkook need to take control of the situation, “Everyone, calm down,” he called out. His pack went quiet at his tone. “Taehyung, go tend to his wounds.”
Taehyung shot him a look but obeyed, turning on his heel to walk towards the healing hut.
Jungkook placed an arm on Jimin’s mother, offering her comfort. “He’ll be okay.”
She bowed deeply at him, “Thank you.”.
She turned to follow Taehyung and Jungkook resisted the urge to do the same.
He turned to look at his people, “Do not worry,” he called “everyone is fine. The alphas are still out hunting; this appears to have been a solitary attack by rogue wolves. Everyone please, return to your huts, I will meet with my father and the elders to investigate this incident.”
His pack seemed to calm at his words, quietly obeying his command.
The rest of the day passed in a hurried blur. Jungkook met with his father. The alphas retrieved the dead wolves and confirmed that they were only rouges. The pack was not in danger.
It was nightfall when Jungkook finished his duties and was finally excused.
Instead of heading to his hut Jungkook visited the healing quarters where Jimin was staying. He had been on edge all day worrying about Jimin although he knew he was okay. Taehyung was an incredible healer and there was no way he'd let his own best friend die. This fact did little to ease the tightness in his chest, his instincts were shouting at him to check on Jimin. Jungkook had already suspected this but it was painfully clear that his wolf saw Jimin as their mate.
The healing hut was was empty save for Taehyung and a sleeping Jimin. Jungkook's eyes settled on him, he appeared healthy enough. Jungkook couldn't smell any blood, he assumed the bleeding had truly stopped. The color had returned to his face and Jungkook's heart squeezed at the sight of Jimin bundled under layers of quilts and furs. He looked to be resting well and the anxiety in his chest eased slightly.
Taehyung didn’t seem surprised to see him, instead bringing a finger to his mouth, motioning for Jungkook to meet him outside.
Jungkook obeyed anxiously, following Taehyung out of the hut. Jimin looked fine but what if there was some complication and he was in a coma or something of that nature?
“He’s okay, right?” he asked, once they were out of earshot, voice cracking with worry. He knew his father would be disappointed if he saw him showing weakness to another alpha but at that moment he didn’t care.
Taehyung stared him down, “Yes. He’s fine. The wound is healing rapidly and I’ve given him nutrients to regain his strength.”
Jungkook let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“You healed him didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he admitted.
“You care about him.”
“Of course, he’s part of the pack,” he replied, knowing full well that wasn't what Taehyung was asking.
“I mean you care about him as if he were your omega,” Taehyung pressed.
Jungkook nodded slowly. There was no point in hiding it from Taehyung because there was no other explanation as to how his healing ability had worked on Jimin.
“Don’t tell him." There was a chance Jimin would be suspicious at the rate his injury had healed. Jungkook could only hope Jimin hadn't realized how severe the wound had been and chalked up his quick recovery to Taehyung's skills. The last thing Jungkook wanted was Jimin knowing of his usually attachment to him. He knew all to well that Jimin would be opposed to it.
“Is that an order?” Taehyung asked.
“No. Just, please don’t tell him.”
“I won’t,” Taehyung replied, after a silent pause, “thank you for protecting him. I shouldn’t have accused you earlier, especially in front of the pack, I will accept any punishment."
Jungkook frowned, studying Taehyung closely, “There will be no punishment. You were concerned about your friend, just make sure something like this doesn't happen again. It doesn't look well on either of us.”
Taehyung nodded, crossed his arms, looking as if he was contemplating something, “Do you want to see him?”
“Technically you can do anything you want, Alpha.”
Jungkook clenched his fists in frustration, “I know, but I’m asking you, as his friend.”
“Go ahead, he hasn’t woken up yet.”
Jungkook pushed past him, slightly annoyed. His wolf was burning for Jimin's presence.
Jimin wasn’t in the bed when Jungkook walked back into the hut so he followed his scent out the back exit. It wasn’t hard to locate him; he knew Jimin’s smell better than anyone else’s.
He found him at the bath house, filling a bucket with water. He could barely make out the silhouette of his body under the moonlight peeking in through the cracks in the ceiling.
Jimin’s back stiffened when he sensed him walk in but he didn’t acknowledge Jungkook.
“Hey,” he called out gently. Jimin ignored him, and Jungkook approached him in worry. He was no doctor but Jungkook doubted Jimin should be out of bed this soon. "Are you, okay? he tried.
Jimin turned to him, eyes blazing. “I smell of you,” he accused.
Jungkook startled, “I carried you back, of course you smell of me.”
Jimin turned back to the bucket, dipping a cloth into the water before scrubbing at his neck roughly.
“Hey! Stop, you’re going to open the wound,” he gasped, grabbing Jimin’s wrist.
“Let go of me!” Jimin growled, pulling his hand out of Jungkook’s grasp.
Jungkook reeled back, stunned, “I don’t--”
“Please just leave me alone,” his voice sounded so tired and sad and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to comfort him but it was clear his presence was only distressing him.
He stuttered out a confused apology before retreating. The pain of rejection stung more than Jungkook could have imagined but if Jimin didn’t want him, he would stay away.
Jungkook hadn’t spoken to him since that day. Jimin did great job of avoiding him but it wasn’t like Jungkook was seeking him out either. It did make taking care of Jimin a little bit harder. The older boy always made sure to hunt in the opposite direction of him so Jungkook kept his distance but stayed alert.
He was sure that Jimin wouldn’t be happy if he found out he was always looking after him so he tried his best to stay discreet. It wasn't that Jimin had trouble taking care of himself in the first place but Jungkook knew he was faced with many challenges. It also didn't help that he was unreasonably overprotective of the omega.
Jungkook groaned in frustration, trying to relax as he watched the sun set at the lakes horizon. He loved his pack and looked forward to leading them soon but the pressure was taking a toll on him. He had many duties and he attended too many ridiculous meetings with stuffy alphas on the daily. They were really growing on his nerves with their superiority complexes and open discrimination. And now his father was forcing him to mate when he knew Jungkook was attached to Jimin and needed time to either move on or win him over.
Jungkook laid in the snow for hours, contemplating his choices and reflecting on his actions.
He was deep in thought when he heard a crunch of a twig from the trees behind him. He cursed himself for dropping his guard in the open forest. He was about to shoot up when a sweet familiar scent reached his nose. Jimin.
Jungkook thought he was imagining things in his haze of pathetic pining but then he saw him.
Jimin was in his human form, despite the cold, but he was wrapped tightly in furs. Jungkook could barely see his chubby cheeks and bright red nose from under his hood.
Jungkook saw the exact second Jimin realized he wasn’t alone; he tensed, suddenly alert. His eyes darted around the terrain, looking for a threat.
Jungkook’s own scent was masked by the snow that had fallen on him as he lied by the river bank.
He stood, slowly, hoping not to startle Jimin too much.
Jimin’s eyes flew to him, he looked as if he was stuck between fight or flight but then recognition flashed across his face. He slumped on the ground a second later, letting out a breath and Jungkook could have sworn he heard him say alpha.
Jungkook shifted, pulling on his pants, he had abandoned on the snow. They were wet and cold but he didn’t think Jimin would appreciate him walking around naked.
“What are you doing out here?” Jungkook demanded. “It’s dangerous.”
“Then by your logic, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself either,” he called back.
“I’m serious, you shouldn’t leave the pack, you know how my father is about omegas leaving unattended! Not to mention the rival pack just across the lake.” he scolded, approaching him.
Jimin looked up at him, mouth opening to reply but then he shut it, blinking at Jungkook.
“You’re face,” he gasped, “Who did this to you?
Oh, right. “I tripped.”
“And what? Fell off a cliff? It looks horrible!” he lifted a hand, as if to touch his cheek.
“Like you care,” Jungkook snapped. He didn’t mean to reply so harshly but the pain of rejection a few months back hadn’t eased. Any concern Jimin had for him was just out of obligation to him as their future leader.
Jimin reeled back, pulling his hand away as if he’d been burned, expression hardening. He pushed past Jungkook, bumping his shoulder roughly as he walked towards the lake. “I’m here to fish, this is the only unfrozen lake, but it won’t be after the blizzard.”
“You came all the way out here to fish?” he asked incredulous.
“Of course, me and my mom will need food for the coming storm,” he quipped.
“That is ridiculous, just ask for food, the pack would understand.”
“Everyone already hates me and thinks me and my mother are an inconvenience, no thank you.”
Why did he have to be so stubborn? “Come to me then, I’ll give you whatever you need. Nobody has to know.”
Jimin laughed bitterly, “Yeah, but at what cost? What do you want? I’m not that easy, Alpha.”
“W-what?” Jungkook spluttered, face burning “That’s not what I meant!”
“Oh, common, you alphas all want the same thing. Like I haven’t noticed your infatuation with me. It’s not happening, punish me for disobeying if you want, but I refuse.”
Jungkook was embarrassed and also hurt that Jimin thought so poorly of him. “I would never hurt you,” Jungkook replied, sincerely.
Jimin snorted, clearly not believing him.
He sighed, plopping down back down on the snow in defeat, “I’ll wait here until you’re finished fishing.” He ignored the biting cold of the snow as it melted through the thin material of his pants.
Jimin’s brows furrowed, probably picking up on Jungkook’s shift in mood, “You don’t have to stay.”
“I’m not leaving.”
Jungkook realized, then, that he truly stood no chance with Jimin. His father was right; he had a duty to the pack. He needed to find a mate soon and that mate wouldn’t be Jimin. His wolf protested loudly but Jungkook quelled it.
Jimin walked towards the lake but hesitated for a second, turning back to look at him. “Thanks,” he muttered.
“For helping me that day.”
“Oh,” Jungkook breathed, something warm settling in his chest. Although Jimin wasn’t his mate, he still preened under his gratitude.
Jimin turned away, walking to the snow towards the water. “Not that I needed help but still,” he grumbled.
Jungkook smiled, he couldn’t help but find this side of Jimin cute. He saw it often, directed at other omegas, children, his mother and Taehyung but never at him.
He quickly sobered up when he remembered what he had to do. It was for the pack, he reminded himself. He laid on his back, bringing his hands behind his head as he stared at the night sky.
He had to move on and find a mate. It was his duty.