" What happened? " I gasped for breath, my heart racing as I looked up at him.

" Nothing, now get up Kook is calling us! " He replied, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he smacked my ass cheek.

" You could have-- " I started to say, but stopped myself before the words could escape my lips. I didn't want to come across as a needy whore.

" What? You were saying something! " he taunted, standing up and straightening out the shirt I had been wearing.

" Fuck you! " I spat out angrily, storming towards the door. But before I could even lay my hand on the doorknob, he spun me around and slammed me against the wall.

" You shouldn't talk to me like that, my love. " I pushed against his chest, but he leaned closer, playing with the strands of hair that had fallen out of my messy bun.

" I will talk to you however I want. Now let me go. "

" I'll never leave you, my love, " he whispered huskily, his lips so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. His eyes bore into mine, and I could see the intensity of his desire reflected in them.

" Never, ever, " he repeated, before crushing his lips against mine. His kiss was rough and demanding, his tongue dominating mine as he held me tightly against him. I tried to resist, pushing him away, but he was too strong, too overpowering.

" Don't fight it, my kitten, " he growled, his hands gripping my neck possessively.

" You belong to me, and no one else. " His other hand wandered down to my breast, teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I moaned, unable to resist him any longer. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me weak in the knees. I kissed him back with equal fervor, my hands wandering over his muscular body as he continued to dominate me.

" Aww, my kitten wants some attention, " he purred, pulling away with a smug grin. His eyes gleamed with a ruthless intensity that made my heart race.

" Don't worry, we'll have our time, " he continued, his voice low and menacing.

" Let's go down before Jungkook storms into the room, " Jimin said, wiping my swollen lips and fixing my messy bun. As we made our way to the living room, we found Jungkook sitting on the couch, slurping on his noodles while staring off into space.

" What's up, Kook? " I asked, taking a seat on the couch and picking up my joystick.

" Nothing, " Jungkook replied nonchalantly while selecting the game I had chosen.

" You called me for this? Seriously? " Jimin said to Jungkook, giving him a side glance as he took the joystick Kook had tossed at him.

" Didn't your mate tell you yet? " Jungkook shot me a death glare.

" Where are my noodles? " I demanded, noticing that my bowl was completely empty.

" You were taking your time, so I ate some! " Kook replied nervously, letting out a forced laugh. I shot him a deadly glare before storming towards the kitchen to make myself some more noodles.

As I stood in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil, my mind wandered off to my escape plan. But now, as I stirred the noodles in the pot, I felt conflicted. On one hand, I was excited to finally be able to leave this place. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of leaving my mate behind.

As I absentmindedly stirred the noodles, lost in my thoughts about the difficult decision I had to make, I didn't notice the pot boiling over until I felt the scorching heat on my hand.

" Holy shit! " I yelped in pain, quickly switching off the gas. Jimin rushed over to me; his face etched with concern as he grabbed my burnt hand.

" Dammit, Clara! How could you be so careless? Look at how red your hand has become! " Feeling guilty and ashamed, I hung my head down as Jimin led me over to the sink to run cold water over my hand.

As I listened to his scolding, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Crystal had already begun to work on the wound, so I didn't think it was as bad as Jimin was making it out to be. Trying to lighten the mood, I decided to use my charm.

" I'm sorry, Jimmyyy, " I pouted and whined, hoping he would give in to my cuteness. But instead, he gave me a stern glare, which only made me pout even more.

" Don't 'Jimmyy' me, " he growled.

" What if something worse happens? Can't you be more careful when doing dangerous things? "

I could sense the worry in his voice as he gripped my hand tightly but gently. I gave him a reassuring smile as I gently pulled my hand away from his grip and placed my palm on his face.

" I am fine, baby. See, it's just a little accident and my wolf is already working on the wound. So, stay calm. I am fine, " I said, gently caressing his face. However, a sudden frown crossed my face, and I retried my palm before sneezing and bending down for another one.

" You didn't have your medicines, had you? " He said, giving me a disapproving glare, to which I sneezed in response. He let out a sigh before reaching for the top cabinet and taking out a medicine kit.

" Eating junk, burning yourself, getting hurt! What should I do with her? " He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he handed me a water bottle and a tablet from the kit. He forcefully held my jaw and threw the tablet into my mouth before plunging the water bottle in my mouth, causing me to cough and some water to fall on my shirt.

" Be gentle! " I yelled, hitting him on his shoulder, but regretted it as a hiss escaped my mouth.

He fished something out of the kit and took out an ointment, applying it gently on my palm before blowing on it and wrapping a bandage around it. He kissed it lightly before looking at me with worry itching on his face, but he did an excellent job of covering it. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his torso, hoping for a hug.

" Hug me! " I whined, but he didn't do it. Stubborn asshole.

" I'm sorry. I'll be more careful from now on. I won't eat any junk even if you give it to me, but it was given by you. How can I ignore it? " I rambled, trying to make amends.

" Leave that. I'm sorry for defying you. I'll eat all the veggies you give me, but you know eating that many veggies are not good for a werewolf. And that too, I'm Luna. I need to stay healthy, so I need junk to run my system. " I paused for a moment, realizing that I was still explaining myself to him when I should be babied for getting hurt.

" But wait, why am I saying all this to you? I should be the one getting comforted, " I said with a fake tear, still not feeling his arms around me. I hugged him back tighter, starting my rant again.

" And I'll take those horrible medicines, but how could you harshly put the tablet in my mouth? It's so yucky! You know yesterday I planned to vomit to remove the tablet, but you never left me alone in your sleep. And again, here you are forcing the tablet down my throat. Oh god, when will I get an escape from this cruel man? "

I fake cried as I hugged his torso, still not feeling his arms around me. But I heard his chuckle, which turned into a full-blown laughing session. I pulled back and watched him laughing his ass off.

" Isn't he a beauty? " I thought, smiling to myself.

I couldn't help but admire the way Jimin looked while he laughed. His handsome face lit up with a dazzling smile, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. He was so adorable, and I couldn't help but bring a grin on my face. His laughter was infectious, and I found myself getting lost in it. I watched as he threw his head back, his shoulders shaking with mirth, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through my body. As his laughter died down, I looked up at him, and my eyes softened.

" You should laugh like this more often. It suits you, " I said, my voice laced with affection. He looked down at me with a smile on his face, his eyes shining with warmth.

" Only if you promise to be the reason for my laughter, " he replied, opening his arms. Without hesitation, I threw my arms around him and wrapped my legs around his waist, hugging him tightly as we both giggled out.

" Always, " I whispered, and he hugged me back just as tightly before holding me securely in his arms. We hugged each other with big grins on our faces, lost in the warmth of our embrace.

As he carried me to our room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging in his arms. Despite his possessiveness or occasional obsessiveness, I knew that his laughter and warmth were all I needed to feel safe and loved.