Moonchild | ot7 | Seven

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: Jikook. That’s it, that’s the warning.

WC: 3.7K

Watching the way the seven men interacted with each other throughout the days was easily becoming one of your favorite things. It was nice to see all of the different ramifications of each other's relationships within the pack. Like how Namjoon, despite being the leader of Bangtan, still treated Seokjin with respect and followed his lead when it came to in-house decisions.

And even though Seokjin was the eldest, he liked playing around with Jungkook; both men being so damn loud you lost count of how many times you had rushed out of your bedroom after hearing loud barks and growls as they roughhoused, or high pitched squeals when they simply annoyed each other.

You also particularly liked how your own relationships were developing with each of the members the more you spent time with them and carved your special little space inside the pack. You liked how Yoongi put up this ‘leave me alone’ front most of the time, but he never denied your company or soft touches. And how Hoseok was an energetic ball of fur whenever he was in his wolf form, but he still made sure to be careful and gentle with you.

It was a little past ten in the morning when some of you were in the spacious living room of the cabin, after yet another delicious breakfast cooked by Seokjin. You had mentioned yesterday how you had been craving hotteok for the last couple of days, and surely enough, this morning the kitchen island had piles of the pancake when you woke up.

“Could you do me a favor, noona?” Jungkook threw himself next to you on the big beige couch.

“What is it?” you asked him with an arched brow.

“Can you tell hyung you’re craving sashimi for dinner?”

You snorted a laugh, having learned quickly Jungkook could get away with anything by the cute batting of his annoyingly pretty lashes. And a smile on his equally annoying and even prettier face.

“What makes you think he’ll make something just because I asked for it?” you challenged, resisting the urge to run your hand through his hair.

“I just know.”

Jungkook gave you a knowing smile and Taehyung was laughing on the other side of the couch. The reaction made you squint at the two of them, asking the followup with hand gestures:

“Alright, what are you two talking about in your weird telepathy thing?”

“It’s not a telepathy thing, it’s a wolf thing.” Tae corrected, but didn’t deny it.

You had caught up quickly to the fact the seven men had a private line of conversation inside their minds. Seokjin had explained to you that it came after years of being a pack, and it was something that had evolved with werewolves for safety reasons, but nowadays it was used casually.

But you hated it, because they used it when they didn’t want you to hear them.

Just like now, when the two youngest of the pack were throwing looks at each other and giggling as they gossiped in secrecy. You huffed in annoyance crossing your arms.

“Jooooooon.” you were whining out loud.

“Wait, don’t–”

“Hang on, we’ll stop–”

As if he had been summoned, Namjoon appeared in the living room, walking to where you were on the couch. Both wolves had stopped giggling at the presence of the main alpha of the pack, and you had a triumphant smile on your face.

“You called, little human?” Namjoon was leaning forward, standing behind you as both of his hands rested side by side with your shoulders.

“Yes, Joonie.” you looked up to the alpha, pushing your bottom lip out. “Taetae and Kookie are being mean to me.”

“Are they, now?”

You nodded while Jungkook and Taehyung avoided eye contact with their leader.

“Go clean up the porch and rake the leaves outside.” Namjoon told them in a tone that left no space for discussion.

Jungkook and Taehyung groaned and whined, both with pouts bigger than your own. And, of course, you were laughing at their fate, until Namjoon’s face went into your neck.

You gasped and let out a different type of whine as he kissed your skin and bit lightly at your earlobe. Those were reactions all boys were addicted to getting from you. And you wished you could say you were used to it, but it still surprised you every time.

“You should behave too.” the man warned, a big hand slipping to your throat; firm, but not forceful. “You may not be a wolf, but you are under my pack.”

“Yes, Joonie.” you bit your bottom lip to stop more sounds from leaving them.

“Good girl.”

Namjoon left you to go back to what he was doing before and you instantly missed him, looking behind you to watch him walk away.

He had his back to you, so you didn’t see the satisfied grin on his face from making you so hot and bothered with just a few simple words. In a perfect world he would have stayed in the living room with you, but he was expecting a call from an ally pack from Seoul; Bangtan needed to know how things were going after they left.

Thanks for making her smell so sweet, hyung. Jimin passed by the leader, with flowers on his hands, and an angelic smile.

Red carnations? Really? The leader quietly scoffed.

What? My heart does ache for her.

Jimin was really into flowers, having grown up watching his alpha father gifting his omega mother with various plants to show her his intentions and feelings. He always wished he could do the same for someone one day, and now here you were.

Smiling at him like the sweet girl you were, always so excited to receive anything from him.

“Are those for me?” you asked as you saw the red flowers in his hands.

“Of course they are, dove.”

You smiled giddily, reaching to take them ever so carefully from Jimin’s hands. It must have been the third bouquet of flowers he picked in the forest and brought to you. They smelled so sweet, almost as sweet as the man giving them to you.

Jimin sat next to you, always closer than he really needed to be, the perfect mixture of cotton and brown sugar scent that always reminded you of cookies fresh out of the oven.

He watched you tread delicate fingers through the petals of the flowers, lost in thought. By this point you should have thanked him already, as you always did, so he wondered if his choice today had offended you in some way. His inner alpha was terrified you would reject his gift; that you’d reject him.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice brought you out of your thoughts, colored cheeks as red as the carnations.

“Nothing is wrong. I was just wondering… It’s silly.” you trailed off, avoiding his eyes.

“Tell me. Please, dove?”

“It’s just…” you stopped to think again, pondering your options. Jimin was patient with you, watching your brows furrow and your lips part and close several times before you said: “Can I try something?”

“Anything.” the blonde man was agreeing with a nod.

You were curious, and wanted to bring to life a thought that was consuming your mind as of lately. But you were a little shy, and it didn’t help that you chose Jimin to test it with. But alas, you had asked permission, now you had to pull through.

Carefully placing your flowers on the coffee table so they wouldn’t get damaged, you turned around on the sofa to look at the man next to you. He watched your every move, fingertips twitching when you lifted a leg over his body to sit over his legs; knees on each side of his narrow hips. Jimin’s eyes turned dark, inviting you to continue with whatever it is you were doing.

“Let me know if I do it wrong?” you asked him, an abashed look on your face as you avoided his eyes. “Or if it’s weird.”

All he did was nod.

Your hands rested on Jimin’s chest, where you could feel the rise and fall as his breathing got deeper. You leaned in slowly, so he could stop you, should he want to, until your lips touched his neck.

The pack members had done that to you so many times before, you were sure you had learned how to do it back. And you wanted to test, to try and see if it felt as good for them as it did to you.

Jimin’s hands were on your hips as his head tipped to the side, giving you more space to work. His hold got stronger as your lips parted and you licked his neck, leaving small wet kisses under his ear. The man under you was whining softly, you could feel the rumbling on his chest more than you could hear it.

It gave you the assurance you needed to grow a little bolder.

Sliding a little closer on his lap, one of your hands tangled on his soft blonde locks, nails scraping his scalp. You were tasting his skin, tongue lapping and teeth nipping at the place where shoulder and neck met.

“Shit.” the curse was breathy and husky as his hands squeezed the dip of your hips.

You weren’t thinking anymore, following nothing but instincts and what felt right at the moment. Your mind was completely foggy, as if you were under a delicious haze. Your hip rocked against his, finding a hardness that made you groan against his neck. You felt drunk, airy, and Jimin tasted so good! A particular spot on his neck felt sweeter on your tongue and you couldn’t get enough; focusing on it with small sucks and nibbles. His Adam's apple bobbing.

“That’s it, baby, right there.” Jimin grunted, pushing his hips up as you found his sweet spot.

Jimin, you’re releasing your pheromones a little hard. Hoseok sounded serious in the younger man’s head.

It’s okay, hyung, she’s not a wolf, it doesn’t affect her. He reasoned, not wanting to stop, and not wanting you to either.

That may be true, and Hoseok knew that humans weren’t affected by the chemicals werewolves released in order to attract and seduce possible mates. But the older male could see glimpses of your blown out irises, could hear the erratic beating of your heart and the way you were holding onto Jimin and lapping at his skin. You were even biting down on his mate mark spot, blunt teeth doing nothing but making the region a little red.

And Hoseok hated that it wasn’t him under you right now.

Jimin, she’s obviously not in her right mind.

Hyung, please go away.

Hoseok could turn around, and he could stop hurting himself by watching that scene, but something wasn’t right. You looked like you were under a hypnotic state and Hoseok had never seen anything like it before. Jimin clearly wasn’t in his right mind either, too far gone to notice it.

So Hoseok didn’t take the menacing growl he received from the younger man too personally, as he approached the two of you on the couch.

“Pretty girl.” he softly called, hand rubbing your back.

Jimin bared his teeth, arms tightening around your back.

Stop that right now. Hoseok chastised. Do you want to scare her?

That seemed to get Jimin to stop acting so damn possessive, arms relaxing and letting you push a little further from him to look at Hoseok.

“Hobi?” even your voice had a mellow mist to it.

“That’s me, pretty one. Are you okay?” the older man watched you with worry and concern, a soothing hand rubbing your back.

“I– Oh… Uh…”

Hoseok watched you blink as you tried to form a sentence. By the look on Jimin’s face, he was coming to his senses and was as confused as the hyung, as to why or how you were so affected by scenting him.

“Why don’t we take you to your room so you can nap, huh? How does that sound?” Hoseok offered.

You chirped with a small nod, accepting Hoseok’s help to pull you from Jimin’s lap. You didn’t feel like your body belonged to yourself. As you walked, you might as well not be touching the floor. You only realized you were in your bed when Hoseok told you to close your eyes and rest.

How’s she doing? Seokjin was asking from outside of your bedroom.

She’s still sleeping. Namjoon answered him, watching your eyes flutter softly as you fought between sleep and waking up. Go talk to Jimin. Make sure he didn’t do anything other than what he and Hoseok told us.

I don’t think Jimin would lie, Joonah.

Namjoon didn’t think Jimin would lie either, but the more the days passed and the closer he got to you, the pack leader felt more and more protective of you.

He would be the first to admit he had a certain prejudice when it came to humans, one that was rooted within him from his childhood. The alpha had been raised in a very closed minded familial pack, where his parents indoctrinated the pups from an early age to stay away from humans, to keep close to their own kind.

He never thought one was better or worse than the other, but Namjoon learned from a very early age how humans wouldn’t understand those who were different from them, wouldn’t accept him.

Humans fought within each other already, why would they accept werewolves if they ever came to the light?

Until you.

From the moment he first saw you, that night at Moonlight, he knew you were different, special. And day to day, as you lived with him and the others, as you became close to his pack, he started to understand just how special you actually were.

It brought him shame to think he ever thought about letting you go, that he ever thought he could walk away from you or leave you behind. Namjoon didn’t think he could do that now.

You stirred on the bed, groaning and stretching your limbs as you finally fell out of your slumber.

You thought it was raining when you opened your eyes, the smell of wet grass and walnut all over your bedroom. But upon further investigation, you found Namjoon sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Hi.” you croaked, voice horace from lack of use.

“Hey, little human.” he smiled softly as you rubbed your eyes and tried to hold back a yawn. “How do you feel?”

“Like a truck ran me over.” you sat on the bed, knowing if you stayed down, you’d fall asleep again. Your speech was lazy and slurred: “Do you think I could be coming down with something? I was fine all morning.”

“Maybe your body is still catching up on the new sleep hours?”

“Oh, could be, I guess.” you hid a new yawn behind your hands.

“Do you feel anything else? Any… Haze?”

“That’s a weird question.” you giggled, but shook your head.

“Just checking.”

Namjoon smiled and got up from your bed. You wanted to pull him down again, but held back the urge. Namjoon was a busy man, he wouldn’t have time to stay and cuddle you. You didn’t even know when you had become so needy. Maybe having seven very attractive and nice men all over you for the past week was messing with you faster than you thought it would.

Jungkook had a plan.

Things had been going smoothly between you and him, but he wanted more. He didn’t need to see you and Jimin hyung almost making out on the couch to feel left out; it was what all the hyungs had been talking about all day.

Seokjin hyung and Namjoon hyung had been worried about you apparently falling into a space in your mind, while Yoongi guessed maybe wolf pheromones could affect humans more than it was believed.

And Jungkook was determined to take it a step further.

You stayed in your room most of the day, resting, only leaving it during meals to eat as a pack. So Jungkook stayed in his room too, waiting for the right time to attack.

Figuratively, of course.

It was about ten in the evening when the youngest of the pack heard you walking into the shared bathroom between your rooms. He listened for the click on the lock that let him know you were using the toilet or the shower, but it never came.

You were brushing your teeth, getting ready for bed after a weird day of resting, when the opposite door to yours opened and a semi naked Jungkook waltzed in.

"Hi, noona."

"Hi– do you–" you pointed to the toilet behind you, speech impaired by the way Jungkook looked without a shirt on. "I can leave, I was just brushing my teeth–"

"Nah, it's fine. I'm just gonna brush my teeth too."

The bathroom was a good size for one person. Definitely not for a person plus a very large, wide-shouldered wolf-man. His naked arm was touching yours as Jungkook took his black toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste over it to bring it to his mouth.

You had seen Jungkook naked before, the night you found him in the alley behind Moonlight, the night all of this started. But you were so shocked to find him in the middle of the floor, instead of the big wolf you took inside, that you didn’t pay attention to his physique.

At least not the way you were now.

If you didn’t have your own toothbrush between your lips, you’d be drooling. Jungkook’s skin looked smooth to the touch, strong chest with a small waist, giving him an hourglass figure that would put models to shame. His stomach had bumps and dips from his muscles and he had such a cute belly button you wanted to kiss it. Maybe drink tequila out of it too.

The lines leading into his pants, that hung low on his hips, the curve of his ass; Jungkook was delicious.

He caught you staring, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Not when you had caught him staring at your legs and cleavage plenty of times. At least he had the decency to not say anything or call you out.

“What’s all that?” he asked as both of your teeth were sparkly and your breaths were minty.

“Skincare products. Don’t you use them?”

“I just wash my face in the mornings.”

That new information made you stop and stare at his face. Perfect glowing skin, no pores in sight.

“Damn, I’m really jealous of werewolves now.”

Jungkook giggled as he turned around so his butt was resting against the counter and he could watch you do your night care routine. It felt a bit awkward at first, the way he was staring at you applying so many things to your face. But by the time you were dabbing the toner on your skin, you felt comfortable.

“I don’t like this one.” he told you as he sniffed a small bottle, nose scrunching as if it burned.

“Why not?”

“The smell is too strong. It masks yours.”

You nodded at his reasoning. So maybe you didn’t need to use a serum tonight.

“What’s that now?”

You wanted to laugh from all of the questions Jungkook was throwing at you, but you were applying something to your lips.

“It’s a lip sleeping mask.” you told him after screwing the lid back and setting the small purple pot on the counter. “It tastes like gummy bears.”

“Nice. Can I try it?”

“Sure.”

You pushed the pot towards him, but Jungkook leaned in and gave your lips a little peck. You were frozen for a second as he licked his own lips, appreciating the flavor of your lip mask.

Jungkook had just kissed you. Well, barely.

“It’s nice.” he concluded.

Your lips were moving before your brain could catch up as you said: “I don’t think you tasted it properly.”

“No?”

You shook your head, walking a step closer to him. Your fingers laced at the back of his neck and you stood on the tip of your toes so you could reach his face and place your lips over his. Jungkook leaned into you to make it more comfortable for you, hands on each side of your waist so he could pull you flush against his chest.

He was smirking as your tongue swiped at his bottom lip, as if he wasn’t the one meant to be tasting your lip mask. But Junkook still parted his lips for you to lick into his mouth, he let you taste his mint toothpaste and mix it with your gummy bear balm. And when you were about to pull away, he let go of anything that was holding him back.

Taking you by surprise with a hand to your neck, the maknae tilted your head to the opposite side of his so he could deepen the kiss. His free arm lifted you off the floor with ease to sit you down on the counter. It knocked a few of your products down, but neither of you cared.

His tongue was chasing yours, rolling slowly over it. The kiss was wet and a little sloppy, but it was making your head spin all the same.

“Been waiting to do this.” he rasped against your lips, going in again to bite at your bottom one.

“What took you so long, then?” you parted your legs so he could fit between them.

“No idea.”

One of his hands was on your hip, pulling you closer to him so your ass was on the edge of the counter, and the other was holding your jaw, feeling the way it moved up and down as you kissed him back.

Jungkook pulled back and stared at nothing, a small pout to the corner of his lips.

“Hyung is coming to your room.” he whispered. “Come see me later.”

With one last peck to your red bitten lips, Jungkook left you on the counter and went into his room. You ran your hands through your hair, smoothing the mess that most likely had been made. Turning around to look at yourself in the mirror, you patted your face and reapplied the lip mask in an attempt to disguise what just happened.

Even if you were sure anybody would be able to smell Jungkook on you.