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The spring sunshine pours in through the windows to illuminate Namjoon's bedroom, filling it with the late afternoon glow. My nose is still slightly irritated from allergy season and it doesn't help that he tends to leave his windows open when the weather is comfortable enough to allow it.

I sit trying to ignore his constant pleading, while simultaneously trying to remember why I had come here in the first place. Granny sent me here. Why? It's hard to remember when your boyfriend gets hotter literally every single time you look at him. HOW WAS THAT POSSIBLE? No idea, but somehow Namjoon does it.

Over the months the purple had faded from his hair until it was back to it's natural brown. One day he'd been my cute, nerdy, bespectacled boyfriend that made you feel comfortable enough to introduce to your parents. Then the next thing I know, he and his friends had gone off for 'guys weekend' and he'd come back looking like a seven course meal.

It would have been one thing if he'd warned me. But he didn't. No, he decided to nonchalantly coming to pick me up for school with platinum blonde hair, contacts that had replaced his glasses and his ears pierced.

He was so fucking hot.

I felt attacked.

I wasn't sure if I should complain or be happy. Because he's so attractive I'm glad he's mine, but he's so attractive that now other girls are going to look at him. Eun-ji actually slapped me for saying that with a well worded: "Idiot. He's more obsessed with you, than you are with cats."

It was a good point.

The first sixteen pairs of contacts he lost.

That was great, too. Cause one minute he was a whole meal, then he lost his contacts and had to go back to glasses, so it was like he was a sexy librarian. It was hot. And when I told him so, he got adorably shy and clumsy and knocked over a whole wall display the school had set up.

It's fine, the school display was about dogs.

From his place next to me on the edge of his bed, my unfairly attractive boyfriend shuffles closer so he can play with a lock of my normal-ass, not-sexy-at-all hair.

"Kitty, please," he begs adamantly, just as he had been for the last week. Kitty. This had turned into what he only called me when he really wanted something. Because despite how everyone else ruined it, I still feel weak when I hear it coming from him. He knows it. And he's using it against me.

"I..." I fidget nervously, trying fervently to remember what granny sent me here for so that I could escape this conversation. "I don't know." I finally give out an answer other than a hard 'no' and can tell how that detail instantly clicks with him.

"Come on," he bounces a bit and the springs of his mattress to let out a slight squeak. "Is it," he pauses and looks at me in concern. "Is it because it hurts?"

I blush and look down at my hands folded in my lap. "No, it only hurts the first time..."

"Then what is it?"

Seriously, what is it? We've been dating for six months and he's never pushed this issue. Really, he's been a complete gentleman about it. So what am I being so shy for? This is stupid.

"Alright." I concede and he actually lets out a triumphant cheer. My heart still goes crazy when I see him smile.

"So..." Namjoon brings me back to the present, reminding me of what I had just agreed to. Why had I done that, again? "Are we going to do this right now, or..."

Who turned on the heat? Cause I'm a lot hotter now than I was a second ago. "Uh-I," I stuttered and blushed hard before forcing myself to stand up. "I guess...right now."

If I was going to back out, all thoughts of doing so were immediately wiped away when those dimples smile back at me. Sometimes I forget about those and they come out to assault me too. He's so happy about this. I can't crush his spirit by rejecting him now. Namjoon being happy and smiling at me had progressively become my weakness. It was now to the point that I had a hard time telling him no or denying him anything. Which makes me wonder how I was able to hold out against him for a week.

With a deep breath, I steady myself and bring my hands up to the buttons of my shirt before I remember.

"Don't look!"

Wordlessly, and still with a huge grin on his face, Namjoon turns from his seat on the bed to face the wall.

"Tell me when to look, or," he giggles, "you know."

Rolling my eyes, I proceed to undress. As to my current emotional state, nervous isn't the word to describe it. I've never purposefully shown anyone this side of myself. This is everything. This is all of me that I can show. The deepest, most vulnerable side of myself.

This'll be the first time I've ever deliberately shown someone my cat form.

...You fucking perverts.

Namjoon isn't going to judge me. If he doesn't judge me for my obsessive tendencies, I can't see him judging me for this. And if he tried, it's not like he could get very far when he also happens to be a wolf.

I've just removed my shirt when, to my utter horror, the door swings open.

"Hyung!"

Taehyung bursts into the room with his costumary interruptive greeting. Before I can even say 'fight me in the pit' Namjoon is standing between us, blocking me from the younger boy's line of sight. Blushing hotly, I fumble with the removed shirt and manage to get it back on, all while Namjoon proceeds to give him a lengthy scolding.

"HYUNG!" the younger boy cuts him off mid sentence with a raised voice. Curious, I peek around Namjoon's shoulder, and the hair on my arms raises at the look of alarm on his face. "You need to get Kitty out of here—Hoseok-hyung is-"

This time it's Taehyung who is cut off when a red-faced and haggard eyed Hoseok stumbles in and leans into the door jamb, his breaths coming out in short pants.

"On his rut." Taehyung finishes in a voice laced with dread.

HOLD UP.

That's real?!? I read the book Namjoon gave me, cover to cover. It was all very informative and shed light on all those little questions I had, so that now even the slightest abnormal things these guys did made sense to me. Marking wasn't just to 'brand me' but it strengthened our connections as mates, allowing me to experience it too and it reinforced that bond.

That area on my neck was so alluring to him because that's where his wolf wanted to bite the most, and for each wolf that spot is placed different, though they don't understand the science behind that.

Namjoon was crazy protective during full moon because due to their senses being heightened, they're more likely to find their mate. If they don't find their mate, sometimes they tend to gravitate towards anyone who smells good.

My point is, the whole thing was enlightening and I enjoyed reading it.

However. I thought the chapter on heats was a joke, or at least not entirely serious. I mean, this book was telling me that a grown ass man or woman goes into heat like an animal and starts humping everyone they see?

Maybe I'm mean. But that shit was hilarious. I was hoping it would say this applied to all werewolves, because if that happens to Namjoon that would be the funniest thing ever, not gonna lie. To my disappointment, this was something that only happened with alphas. Even still, I thought it was the most entertaining part of the book.

Namjoon was highly offended that I found so much humor in this.

But that's not important cause right now Hoseok's got a big ol' hard on for...wait...why is he looking at me like that?

All of us had momentarily frozen when he had appeared. But when Hoseok's panting increases and he puts one foot into the room, the boy's reactions are intense and immediate. Suddenly I'm faced with two broad backs and find myself being shoved backwards into the wall. Namjoon becomes a whole other person that I've never met before, growling and shouting, even cursing.

Namjoon. Cursing. It's really hot. Dammit, HOW DID HE GET HOTTER?

Not the time, Y/n.

From where I stand I can see his jaw clenching. "I'll fucking end you if you touch her."

Holy shit that's hot.

And not what I should be focusing on.

Hoseok's only response is to growl back but I don't hear any sign that he's drawing closer.

"Hyung," Taehyung voices, "you take her and run, I already texted the others and they're on the way. I'll fight him off until they get back."

Wait, fight him off?

"No." Namjoon's voice is deep and stern. I like it. A lot. He should use that while he looks like a sexy librarian...Y/n. Stop. "You'll get hurt-"

"That's better than Y/n getting hurt." That's very sweet of you to say, TaeTae, but it's not true. Though judging by Namjoon's silence, he must agree. I can see that. When I told him he punched me in the face and kicked me out of bed he actually cried.

Hoseok finally speaks up, and it sounds NOTHING like his normal self. The tone is pleading and desperate but somehow his words are spoken out through a low moan.

"I won't hurt you, Y/n. Please help me."

Yeah, no thanks.

This sets Namjoon off. In a burst of absolute sexiness, he rips his shirt off. I don't have time to process this strange event cause WOW so much skin! His back is tan, lean sinewy muscle greets my eyes and no one notices the appreciative tilt of my head. That's it. I need to see him from the front.

Or. Maybe I should focus on what's happening instead of being so thirsty.

I actually am thirsty, though. The only thing I drank today was an orange juice with breakfast.

Why did granny send me here, again?

"Hyung, don't turn," Taehyung's voice is pleading and I just now notice how scared he is. "If he turns too, then we're done."

Ooooh. So that's why he took his shirt off. I thought he was doing it to be cool.

...I'm stupid.

These words make Namjoon pause.

"Um," I speak up for the first time since this started and for some reason both boys shielding me tense up. "Am I actually in danger?"

"Yes." Namjoon answers shortly.

Now I get it. Hoseok, alpha, in a rut. Me. The only female in the house.

I'm so slow.

But...why is it still kind of funny? Randomly, this image of Hoseok humping my leg like a horny dog while that one lady from that viral video shouts "HE NEEDS SOME MILK" pops into my head and without warning, I snort loudly and crack up laughing.

Namjoon sighs.

He's used to my stupidity.

Now, if he could just turn around and let me see his naked chest, all would be perfect!

Except for, you know, this ENTIRE situation.

"Y/n, please," Hoseok moans my name in a way I never wanted to hear it coming from him.

"Tae?" The others must have arrived home because Jin's voice echoes up from downstairs. Taehyung answers and soon after the house is filled with the sound of footfalls racing up the stairs.

By the time they arrived, I've finished my laughing fit and Namjoon has threatened to murder his friend about sixteen times. Taehyung is silent through everything, but does look back at me and shakes his head, as though he's internally judging me all the while.

Honestly, I don't know why. Out of everything happening right now, my laughing is the most logical thing to occur.

Strangely, the first thing out of any of their mouths comes from Jungkook, who takes notice of Namjoon's lack of dress and whistles appreciatively. "Yaaah Namjoon-hyung, nice!"

NOW I'M EVEN MORE CURIOUS.

This time it's Yoongi speaking and he sounds completely disgusted. "Hobi, you look gross." Hoseok growls. "And you smell like shit."

"He started his heat." Taehyung explains and is met with a chorus of "ewwww!", an evil giggle from Jungkook, and a "DISGUTANG!" from Jin.

"Well, what do we do?" Jimin asks.

Wait, had this never happened before? Now that I'm being forced to think about it, I think that book said it only happens after they turn eighteen? I could be wrong though, like I said, I didn't take that chapter seriously.

"Uuhhh, throw some water on him?" Jin offers.

No, water will fuck him right up. What he needs is some MILK.

Ignore me.

"Firstly, we need to get my mate out of here." Namjoon growls. "Then we lock him in the cellar-"

"." Hoseok's command not only causes Namjoon's voice to drop immediately, but for everyone in the room to freeze and tense up. I manage to peek between the boy's shoulders to see Hoseok's eyes. Yellow. He's doing his voodoo juju shit again. Which, for me and Namjoon both, is a very, very bad thing.

Shit, this is actually happening.

This house is so stupid.

They all need some milk.

Are Namjoon and the other's really going to fight him? Like, physically fight him? What if he orders them to stop? They couldn't fight it off and I know that much for sure. Once an alpha issues a command it's nearly impossible to resist.

As much as I don't want to do this, I really, really, don't want anything to go that far. I can't let Hoseok do something he'll regret later. I can't let the others get into a fight for me. And most importantly, I can't let my Namjoon get hurt.

With that said, there's only one way for me to get out of here.

Shifting, for me at least, is easy. It only hurt the first time, and now when I transform, it's smooth and effortless, almost like this is the form I'm supposed to be in. It takes two seconds for me to change, but then a few more to find my way out of the mountain of discarded clothes. Once that venture is accomplished, I take a glance up at the giant-sized Namjoon and almost forget my escape plan.

He smells so good.

I really need to scent him.

But first, let's run, run, run.

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Edited

6/2/22