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Unfortunately, god did not grant my request and I'm still alive and well.

Two seconds after Taehyung's interruption, his wide-eyed form had slammed the door shut and left abruptly, leaving us frozen in place.

My boyfriend's face was still far too close and I remain essentially pinned against the dresser but the moment had passed now, thanks to Tae.

At least for me.

"I'm not done with you." Namjoon's eyes found mine again.

My palm planted itself over his face and pushed him away as a scoff escaped my mouth. "Well I'm done." I'd half expected him to argue but instead his lips formed into a pout and he took a further step back.

Now we stand in awkward silence as I fix the nonexistent wrinkles in my shirt. After some time has passed he's the first to speak.

"Did I go too far?"

I sigh, wondering that myself. I'd asked him to be honest with me and he was. This bout of honesty was stupid and childish, but at least he was honest. And it isn't like I didn't say anything mean back. We both have things to apologize for. But before that, there's a question I need answered. Who was I speaking to? Was it Namjoon, or was it the other side of him? The question sounds crazy but I guess the only way to get it answered is to ask.

"Namjoon..." his head raises to look at me when I call his name. "Just now...who was I talking to?"

His brows come together. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," I pause, suddenly feeling silly for starting this line of conversation but I push on anyway, my curiosity overcoming any feelings of embarrassment. "Sometimes...you're different. Like you were just now."

The both of us blush at the same time and I know without my having to explain it further that he understands what I mean. His head bent, he's now facing the ground when he speaks.

"Did I scare you?"

I mull the question over. On the surface, maybe a little? But when made to think about it, I think I was more unsure of his intentions, rather than being afraid of him. Instinctively I know he won't hurt me, and I suppose that's the 'mate bond' doing it's magic. The thing I don't like is that he's so easily jealous and I'd like to know why, if there is an answer to that question.

"No." I answer simply and a ghost of a smile crosses his features before disappearing again.

"You were speaking to me." he says. "You're always speaking to me. Even during the full moon when my wolf took control, it was me. My wolf side...it's just another side me, an extension of my own personality, an exaggerated version of it, you could say. We are separate, but the same."

The admission seems to embarrass him and I have to swallow a giggle at how cute he is. However I push that thought away so I can try to understand him better. "Namjoon...You're my boyfriend. I chose you. There's no need to get jealous. I never even think of Jin until I see him. I agree that he's handsome, but even when he said that earlier I was thinking of you. Besides, Jin doesn't have dimples so even if I was single, I wouldn't look his way twice."

Clearly pleased by these words, his previously agitated features smooth out and a smile stretches across his face. But just as quickly he drops his head in shame. "It's part of being werewolf...I'm really possessive. Well—we all are, but I might be the worst. I don't like that part of myself so I'll apologize as many times as I need to. Just know that you have to tell me if it upsets you or if I take it too far." he looks at me seriously. "You aren't allowed to be unhappy." his mouth opens once more as if there's something else he wants to say, but he holds back. "I like you. Too much to lose you."

I don't hesitate to move forward and wrap my arms around him.

Ignoring everything that happened up until thirty seconds ago, I have to wonder. Why is he so perfect? It almost seems unfair to everyone else that he's all mine but I'm not about to complain. My chin comes to rest on his chest and his arms move around me carefully, knowing by now how to avoid all of the ticklish spots.

"I'm sorry I'm so vulgar. Sorry I said you were a weird dog man." I can't keep myself from laughing during the apology, which probably makes it seem less genuine but Namjoon doesn't comment on it. "I'm not sorry I think Jin is handsome because I can't help that."

The corners of his mouth turn down as he frowns but he nods anyway, at the same time a low grumble causes his chest to vibrate.

I don't know what's wrong with me because I can't stop laughing during my next question. "Will smelling me make you feel better?"

He stares blankly at my laughing face for a moment. "Yes, actually, it would."

Laughter belts out of me loudly at this confession but he only rolls his eyes before leaning down to plant his nose in my neck and inhaling deeply. Sometimes it really feels like I'm dating a dog. A loyal, sweet, caring and dimple-faced dog.

This time it's his throat that vibrates due to a hum of satisfaction and I try hard not to wiggle too much when his breath fans across my skin. The tip of a warm nose trails up the section where my shoulder meets neck and I shiver a bit, even if the main thing I feel is ticklish.

Neither of us speak a word as he continues this motion in lazy circles until he's there in his favorite spot again. The moment feels strangely intimate in a way I feel like I should be able to, but can't comprehend. That frustrates me enough to want to break it, so I ask him a question that I've been too shy to ask him up till this point.

"What's with you and that spot?" My voice comes out in a whisper. I involuntarily shiver once more when his nose drifts around the shell of my ear, only to return to that place again.

"It's the best." he murmurs into my neck and I hold back a hiss when his lips barely graze my skin. I swear this is some kind of torture and I'm not entirely hating it.

"Namjoon," I whisper again, commanding his attention but he's apparently unwilling to move from his current position. I'm not complaining. "Can you kiss me?"

Both of his hands are immediately in my hair. He pulls back a bit to look at me properly. A pink tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip and there's an emotion that flashes across his eyes that I've never seen directed at me in real life, but I instantly know what it is. Lust.

I find it somewhat intimidating to be the object of his desire. That look he's wearing is there for me, and only me. A part of me that I never knew existed wants to see it again, to hold it and bend it to my will, to mold it any which way I crave and stretch it to see how far it can go.

I don't know if I want his kiss on my neck or on my mouth, but I seriously don't care right now. Just as long as his lips-

"Hyung!" Taehyung's voice rings out as the door swings open once again.

IS HE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE?!?

"WHAT?" Namjoon's tearing growl causes both Taehyung and I to jump in fright. A millisecond later his eyes are gentle as they search my own, regret and worry obvious in his features. "Kitty-"

No sooner had Taehyung backed into a corner (holy shit that's a depressing sight), when Hoseok enters the room and fixes Namjoon with a hard look. Aaaaand now the rest are behind him. Why is everyone here? Under normal circumstances I'd be mortified. Not only had this romantic moment been interrupted by Taehyung yet again, but now everyone is here to see it and Namjoon hasn't exactly let me go.

Actually, now that I realize it, his hands were in my hair a moment ago and now I'm being squished to death against his chest (still not complaining) as both of his arms are locked in a vice-like grip around me.

As if this all wasn't enough of a cluster fuck already, here comes an angry (why is he angry?) Hoseok with glowing yellow eyes (why are his eyes yellow?!?) and he's wearing a sleeveless (in this weather??) t-shirt with a giant Mickey Mouse head printed on it so I don't know if I can take him seriously or not.

"I'm warning you," his voice is low and dangerous...but then I see Mickey Mouse and I don't feel threatened at all.

Namjoon's chest rumbles under my ear and his grip tightens. "She's mine!"

Oh god, is he on his period again???

That can't be right, it's not his time of the month yet.

Hoseok's eyes roll so hard his head follows the motion. "We don't want her!" Wow, rude! "But you're being too much."

He's always too much, have they just noticed this??

The rest of the guys are hanging back, mostly in the hallway apart from poor Taehyung still in the corner.

And this is totally irrelevant but...

Jin just slipped the fuzzy pink sweater off so he's only wearing a short sleeved, white undershirt, his hair is tousled a bit and he's looking like a whole damn snack.

Why am I so horny today?

Also, what the hell is going on?

"Namjoon." Hoseok speaks in a deep, commanding voice. "Let her go."

Like he had performed some type of voodoo juju shit on him, Namjoon's arms tighten around me momentarily before falling away. I guess I hadn't realized how tightly he'd been holding on because suddenly I can breathe again and my chest doesn't hurt.

Guess that's the power of love.

...I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

Namjoon continues to step backwards until his legs have hit the bed and he's sitting down and apologizing to Taehyung. I rub my chest a bit and the guys all breathe a collective sigh of relief.

I have so many questions.

What the hell kind of spell did Hoseok just cast on Namjoon? Cause I wanna learn that shit.

Why did Namjoon just have a drama mama moment?

What's up with Hoseok's yellow eyes?

Why am I not more upset over being squished to death against a toned chest and fought over by hot guys? (never mind I just answered that)

Why is Taehyung cock blocking like there's no tomorrow?

Who won Monopoly?

What is Hoseok thinking, wearing that shirt? It's freezing outside!

But most importantly of all, and honestly the only question I want answered right now:

"Where the fuck are the kittens??"

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So much just happened and all she asks about are the cats.

Of course.

Why am I shocked?

Not only me, but all of the guys seem surprised by this outburst of a question and we all stare. No one answers her. I'm scared. They're going to judge my mate, aren't they? They're going to think she's an absolute, beyond all reason, psychopath over cats.

Never mind, she is an absolute, beyond all reason, psychopath over cats. There's no help for her. There have been times where I've wondered if she even thinks of anything other than cats. I'm still childishly jealous that she thinks of them more than me, but I suppose there's no helping it.

Let's make her only think of us. No.

I'd expected that I would have to explain this behavior to her (not to mention Hobi) but not only does she seem more interested in the animals of the house, but she doesn't appear to be angry.

She isn't angry with me for acting like a crazy wolf?

Wow. It's strange. Refreshing. I'm not used to this...she must really like me.

The thought brings the beginnings of a stupid grin to my face but when I catch sight of Taehyung quickly scooting from the corner to leave the room, I'm brought back to reality.

Obviously, I shouldn't have reacted like that. Truthfully, you'd think he would have learned a) not to linger near Y/n so much when I was near and b) to stop interrupting.

I get it. He was excited about the Monopoly game. However, at that time, I did not care about Monopoly. Most people would have taken the hint the first time around but Taehyung is so innocent and tends to live in his own world so I'm sure he didn't realize it.

That wasn't what set my wolf off, though. What set it off was the look of want on her face at that interrupted moment. Eyes dark with desire, flushed cheeks and parted lips gazing up at me. Wanting, needing.

Not in a million years was I ever about to let anyone see that except for me.

That look was for us. Yes.

I fight off another grin as that realization settles in. She asked for a kiss. That was the first time she'd ever asked me to kiss her. Now the moment will forever be tainted by: 'Hyung!'

I'm beginning to hate being called that.

But at least I'm left with the memory of my Y/n's lust filled-

"I think I have a fitting punishment for you, Namjoon." Yoongi-hyung's voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife. I arch a brow at him in curiosity. Punishment?

I could have sworn I heard Y/n whisper, "Kinky."

But the comment is forgotten when I observe the evil twinkle in Yoongi's eye. What does he mean by that and why is he being so vindictive today?

A wide-spread gummy smile appeared on his face and he claps his hands together once in order to gain attention.

"Everyone!" he announced loudly, "to the dungeon."

Y/n's mouth dropped open. "You guys have a dungeon?"

A couple of the guys chuckled and Jin-hyung offered her a smile that causes my spine to stiffen. Get your beautiful face away from my mate! Uncaring of how much I would be teased for it later, I shoot from the bed and move to stand in-between them as he explains.

"Yoongi's being silly. He means the living room." his eyes blink, but he clearly wasn't surprised when Y/n's face was replaced my own, seven centimeters from his nose. "Hello, Namjoon-ie."

A small hand tugs on the back of my shirt and by the force of it I know it's my Kitty. With that I allow her to lead me away from Jin as we all follow Yoongi down the stairs and into the living room.

Oddly enough he's prepared popcorn and sodas for all of us. This can't be good. What is he planning? No one else seems to be able to feel the ominous cloud that's settled in the room. They all sit down and wait as Yoongi-hyung flips on the sixty-four inch television and slides a DVD into the player.

I look around to see everyone else appearing curious but interested. All except for Yoongi-hyung, who is WAY too happy and hasn't stopped smiling, and my mate, who is moving her eyes from Yoongi-hyung, to the TV, and then to me. Something similar to guilt shines in her eyes before she shrugs and then begins shoveling popcorn in her mouth.

WHY IS SHE SITTING NEXT TO JIN?

"Namjooooon~" Yoongi-hyung sings my name so I force my attention to him. His eyes are open wide and his smile is positively maniacal. What is he up to?

"Do you remember," he begins, "when we had those rap battles in middle school?"

"Uh-"

"Remember my childhood crush? The one I used to share my milk with? You remember her," his eyes become impossibly wider as he asks in a squeaky, but intense whisper, "don't you?"

I nod, unsure of where he was going with this. Of course I remember her. She was four years older than us in school and he had the biggest crush ever on her. When they were younger he followed her everywhere and that behavior kept up until...oh no.

"You destroyed the chance with my first love, you son of a bitch!" Yoongi-hyung was yelling, but he didn't look angry at all. In fact, he looked happier than he'd ever been.

"Wait, wait," Y/n interrupts and looks up at me for answers. "How did you destroy it?"

Jin-hyung answered in my stead. "He showed her one of their rap battles." His ears were turning a dark red with the effort it took for him to not laugh. But then-

"Min Suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong."

Everyone apart from Yoongi-hyung and a lost Y/n burst into giggles. One look from the demented looking Yoongi shut everyone up.

"Yes," he hissed, drawing out the s. "That. I promised payback-" Oh no. "-and now I have it-" please no.

Cackling evilly, Yoongi pressed play. And there it was. My worst nightmare.

"-and I'm sexy like a pornstar-"

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Edited 8/31/21