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Jeon Jungkook’s favourite colour was purple. 

He liked to eat crispy chicken. He loved runny eggs and shrimp crackers. (Granted, there were a lot of foods that Namjoon knew Jungkook loved. He’d be here all day if he listed all the foods Jungkook loved. And then some.)

Namjoon knew Jungkook liked to wear big, fuzzy socks. He’d complain his feet and toes were cold. So the fuzzy socks, toe socks, woolly socks were in abundance around the winter season. He had always found it cute; Jungkook in his big baggy clothes, big socks on, a blanket wrapped around him like a cocoon. 

Jungkook said it was because winter made him think of home, so it was some sort of natural instinct for him to wrap up warm in bundles of layers and clothing. 

For everything Namjoon knew about Jungkook… he hardly ever talked about his family. 

Perhaps Jungkook was ashamed, embarrassed, of his past. All Namjoon knew was that Jungkook was from the mountains. 

Namjoon wasn't that great at history. But everyone knew that the wolves of the valleys had forsaken the ways of their ancestors. Fashion, technology, medicine. There were so many amazing things in the modern world. Being at one with your inner wolf just seemed so… pointless. 

But the wolves of the mountains were rumoured to be unchanged since the moon goddess herself. Namjoon wasn’t quite certain of his wolf ancestor’s history. He was an alpha sure, but he had never strayed from the city and modern life, never felt that connection with his alpha. 

He’d known Jungkook for around 15 months (and five days – but who’s exactly counting?). A friend (Hoseok) had a friend (Yoongi) who had a friend (Jimin) that had introduced a friend (Jungkook) to Namjoon at a housewarming party one time and… they had clicked. Not because Jungkook was an omega and Namjoon an alpha. But as friends.

Jungkook had drawn Namjoon in with his soft smiles and his lily of the valley crisp cotton scent. And Namjoon hadn’t looked back ever since. 

“Namjoon?”

Jungkook was staring at him, soft eyes blown wide full of stars. He had ketchup smeared on his top lip, mustard dripping down his chin. 

Namjoon cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he grinned, sheepish. “I zoned out for a minute there. What did you say?”

Jungkook said nothing. He frowned, chewing the last bit of hot dog. Jungkook always looked angry when he ate food he liked. Namjoon always thought it was adorable. 

“I said how about we get a coffee?”

“Oh – sure!” Namjoon nodded. 

Jungkook’s smile was sweeter than honey. “Where should we go? Ediya?”

Namjoon couldn’t stop staring at the ketchup still smeared against Jungkook’s top upper lip. He wanted to reach out and wipe it, tilt Jungkook’s head carefully as he did so. He was so focused on staring at Jungkook’s lips that he didn’t notice the sudden dip in Jungkook’s sweet lily of the valley scent until the burning char was clogging up Namjoon’s senses.

Beside him, Jungkook seized. An alpha, tall and broad, walked towards them, his eyes fixed on Jungkook. There was a possessive scent of fir trees.

Namjoon stiffened.

“Kangdae.” Jungkook gulped. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” The alpha, Kangdae, sneered. He turned, giving Namjoon a glance over. “Interesting company.”

“I’m Namjoon,” he blurted, offering out his hand in greeting. 

The alpha stared at him, eyes twitching. Namjoon slowly moved his hand away, embarrassed. “Very interesting company.” Kangdae said again, smiling in a way that churned Namjoon’s stomach inside out.

Jungkook folded his arms against his chest. “What do you want?”

“I’m merely reaching out, it’s been a while.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, but Namjoon could see the slight tremor in Jungkook’s body. He reached out, putting a comforting arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. 

The alpha raised an eyebrow. “Your father has been wondering what you were up to.”

“The answer is still no.” Jungkook warned, his body tense. “I already said –”

“Because of him?” Kangdae sneered. Namjoon realised, rather belatedly, that the alpha was referring to him. “You’re many things, Jungkook-ah. But I never thought even you would stoop so low.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’m –”

“Are you not going to see your parents at all? Not even for Christmas?” The alpha sighed. Namjoon did not like his patronising tone, the way he interrupted Jungkook like he was some ignorant pup. “Do you know what will happen if you remain childish and stubborn?”

Jungkook’s bottom lip quivered. It seemed Kangdae’s question was already answered. 

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon, then.” The alpha grinned, his pinewood scent almost unbearingly strong. “You look good, Jungkook-ah. If not a little underweight.”

And with that, Kangdae turned and got lost in the crowd, his pine scent dispersing into the air.

Immediately, Jungkook's shoulders sagged. 

Namjoon tightened his grip around Jungkook. “Hey,” he said softly, pulling Jungkook into a hug. “Is everything ok?”

Was that a stupid question to ask? Jungkook’s shoulders were shaking, his face pale. He had clearly been shaken up from Kangdae’s presence. He knew Jungkook didn’t like talking about his family, his past, the mountains. But something was clearly wrong. And Namjoon didn’t like seeing Jungkook so upset. 

Jungkook shook his head. For a moment he was leaning against Namjoon’s chest, his soft hair tickling against his neck. 

“I fucked up,” Jungkook whispered into Namjoon’s left pec. 

“Um…” Namjoon had never felt as alpha as he did at that moment. For some reason he felt like he wanted to howl at the moon, to rip his clothes in two and… 

Namjoon coughed, and accidentally disturbed Jungkook’s resting place. The omega moved away from his chest, his cheeks pink and blushed. 

“Who was that?” Namjoon asked after a moment. There was a chill in the air, the frosty winds made Jungkook shiver. Namjoon wanted to make the wind pay . 

“Kangdae,” Jungkook mumbled into his scarf. “He’s a… family friend.”

“From the mountains?”

Jungkook shrugged, then nodded. “Shit. What the fuck do I do?”

“Just take a moment to breathe, ‘kay?” He grabbed Jungkook’s left hand, rubbing his thumb against Jungkook’s palm. It helped, Namjoon sensed Jungkook’s omega calm slightly. “Good –” Namjoon soothed, once Jungkook’s lily of the valley was back to its original sweet scent. “Now… just take it slow, okay? I want to help.”

“Help?” 

Namjoon paused. “Can I help? Is there anything?”

Jungkook shook his head. “No.” He was nibbling his bottom lip, frowning as he thought deeply. “No, I couldn’t ask you to…”

“Yes – you can.” Namjoon didn’t want to sound dramatic, but he would do anything for Jungkook. “Anything.”

Jungkook muttered something under his breath. He looked embarrassed. “You can say no,” he hesitated. Namjoon nodded, waiting for Jungkook to say more. The omega itched his chin and then scratched at his neck. “I need you to come and visit my family for Christmas – as my alpha.”

Namjoon blinked slowly. Had he heard that right? “As your alpha?”

Jungkook’s cheeks were flushed red. “Kangdae is a family friend and… I don’t know what he’ll report back to my father. I… I’m kinda stuck on what I can do.”

Namjoon wanted to ask so many questions. Firstly – why would Kangdae report back – what did that even mean? What was Namjoon missing here?! Why did it matter what he said to Jungkook’s father? Why did Namjoon need to pretend to be Jungkook’s alpha?

Namjoon’s brain spiralled. It seemed so dangerous. 

“I…”

“It was stupid of me to ask,” Jungkook shook his head, firmly. “Forget about it. It’s okay –”

“I can do it –”

“You don’t need to –”

“I can do it,” Namjoon said again, softly. “Honestly.”

Jungkook paused. His eyes were so wide, desperate. Namjoon wanted to fall for them. “Really?” he hesitated. “Are you sure?”

Namjoon was sure of many things. But not of this. Not of pretending to be Jungkook’s alpha. Or going to the mountains. It all seemed so… elusive. But he was sure of Jungkook. 

He nodded. “We’re friends, right? Of course I’ll help you.”

“Right,” Jungkook beamed. “Friends.”

☃️

Getting to the mountains was a lot harder than Namjoon had realised. There was no direct route there, so they had to haul suitcases onto two hour long buses and then walk the rest of the way. 

The route to the mountains was steep, thousands of tiny little rock steps hammered into the earth. Namjoon thought he was going to slip and fall to his death on many occasions, being saved by Jungkook grabbing onto his back to stop him. 

By the time they had reached the summit Namjoon could feel the shift in the air. The wind was cold and bitter, a northerly breeze that made his eyes water. Frost clung everywhere. 

Jungkook took a deep breath as he placed his suitcase down. They had not spoken much on the way up, partly because it was hard to breathe whilst lugging a heavy suitcase. 

The omega had changed along the journey, scurrying behind a veil of evergreen fir trees to undress. The back of Namjoon’s ears had remained red and hot, until Jungkook had come back in moss green cotton that made Namjoon's heart flutter.

There were huts and wooden cabins as far as Namjoon could see. Jungkook hurried along, staring down at the floor as he weaved through crowds. Some people stared at them in shock and amazement. Namjoon quickly followed Jungkook's lead. Maybe all the shifters here could sense that Namjoon wasn't one of them, wasn't a mountain shifter and was from the city.

They seemed to walk for miles, until finally they stopped by a massive brick cabin, with wolf-like gargoyle statues by the large wooden door. Namjoon gawked up at it, feeling nervous. Why had Jungkook brought them here?

“So,” Jungkook said, after a moment. He was wringing his hands together, fiddling with his fingers. “I may have sort of… left out a few details about my um… life in the mountains.”

Namjoon nodded, trying to be as supportive as he could. “Okay?”

Jungkook squirmed. “It's kinda embarrassing.”

“You can tell me anything,” Namjoon reminded him. He wanted to help Jungkook, to be there for him, support him, comfort him.

Before Jungkook could speak another word the giant wooden doors opened, revealing a beta holding a long candle on a brass, fancy looking candlestick. 

“Master Jungkook!” The beta exclaimed, hurrying into a dutiful bow. “Welcome home.”

Jungkook gave a tight smile. “Thank you, Seojoon. It has been a while.” 

Seojoon bowed once more, his gaze turning curiously to Namjoon. “Lord Alpha and Lady Omega will be pleased to hear of your return. And your guest.”

“Uhh –” Namjoon smiled, brain unable to function.

“Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook answered for him. “He’s my alpha.”

☃️

Seojoon led them down a well lit corridor, full of old paintings and statues covered in ivy sprigs. Namjoon fiddled nervously with his jacket sleeve as he lagged behind, gawking at the stained glass windows and trying to imagine a smaller Jungkook walking through the halls. 

Namjoon peeked a glance at the omega. Jungkook was staring straight ahead, his fists curled tightly together. What was going through his head? Did Namjoon even know him at all? What else had Jungkook kept quiet? 

And yet Namjoon’s heart ached watching the way he put on a brave face. Seojoon brought them to a stop and took them into a room with a grand piano, a burning furnace and a wooden dining room table. 

“Lord Apha and Lady Omega,” Seojoon announced, presenting Jungkook and Namjoon to the room. 

Namjoon instantly recognised Jungkook’s parents. They were seated at the hearth. Candles lit up the darker corners of the room. Jungkook got his hair from his father, delicate looking curls framed his face. His mother had wide, brown eyes. Softer features, with rosy looking cheeks and lips that turned up when she saw her son. 

“What a sight this is!” Lady Omega said with delight, bouncing off her chair and sweeping Jungkook up in her arms.

Jungkook seemed a little taken by surprise. He froze for a moment, and then wrapped his arms softly around her back, snuggling into her neck for a second before he pulled away. “It’s good to see you, mother.” 

Lady Omega sniffed back some tears. “Look at how much your hair has grown!” She touched a few curls carefully, trying to flatten it. “It looks like it could do with a tidy.”

Lord Alpha said nothing, his presence alarming and strong as he stayed seated by the fire. He didn’t even turn around.

Jungkook stepped away from his mother’s hold, shoulder bumping into Namjoon. It’s then that the omega turned to him, he looked in a way Namjoon had never seen him before. So vulnerable and upset.

Namjoon gave him a small, tight nod and they both reached for each other’s hand simultaneously. Jungkook gripped his hand tight, fingers curling around his like a life-line. 

“Mother, Father…” Jungkook said carefully. “This is Kim Namjoon. My Alpha.”

The fire crackled. Jungkook’s fingers gripped Namjoon tighter. 

“Well,” Lady Omega said after an awkward bout of silence. “What a surprise this is.” 

A pin could drop in the room, and the sound would have been heard from miles away. 

Lady Omega smiled, although Namjoon noticed it was strained and tight (much like Jungkook’s had been earlier). She stepped forward, patting Namjoon’s shoulders.

“I had no idea Kookie was involved with…” she glanced down at Namjoon’s outfit. He was wearing baggy jeans, his yellow puffer jacket and purple vans. “Someone from the city.” She cleared her throat and smiled again.

“Mama…” Jungkook warned quietly, curling his hand now around Namjoon’s arm. The movement meant Jungkook leaned into him, his scent clinging to Namjoon. He stiffened, weaving his arm comfortably around Jungkook’s back. 

Lord Alpha scraped back his chair as he stood up. “I see nothing has changed,” he grunted, not even looking at Namjoon but staring hard at Jungkook. “You’re still acting like a stubborn pup.”

“Father –” Jungkook bristled, his cheeks hot. Namjoon moved his hand to curl around his waist. 

“It’s late.” Lord Alpha announced. “We should resume this in the morning?”

Lady Omega nodded in agreement. “Seojoon can show Namjoon-ssi to a free room.”

Jungkook shook his head firmly. “No need,” he said. “We will sleep together in my room.”

Lord Alpha’s scent thundered a charred, strong black pepper that clogged Namjoon's throat. Before Namjoon could decipher more of the parents' reaction, Jungkook dragged him out of the drawing room and marched them towards what he imagined was Jungkook’s old bedroom. 

Only when the door was shut did Jungkook collapse against it, his lily of the valley scent wilting. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Namjoon said after a moment. “Right?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” 

“That you’re basically royalty?” 

The omega squirmed, staring hard at the floor. “I just… I never felt like I fitted in. And it all just got so overwhelming. I had to leave.”

Namjoon remembered when they first met. Jungkook had been so shy and reserved. But once the nervous introductions were over Jungkook was so witty, funny. Namjoon had never met someone before who could make his heart sing. 

“You don’t have to shut things away with me,” Namjoon told him. “I’m here for you, for better or worse.”

Jungkook nodded, and blushed. He shuffled away from the door, looking around the large room. The walls were covered in paintings of forests and miserable looking people Jungkook informed him were his great-great royal ancestors. Parts of the room seemed to be untouched for years, cabinets covered in a spray of dust. The bed stood elegantly in the far corner, with red curtains around it fit for a prince. 

Namjoon’s heart thudded for a moment as he put down his bags. He was already tired, body trying to fight off sleep. “How are we going to…”

Jungkook looked up from the floor, where he was quickly unpacking. He glanced quickly at the bed before turning to Namjoon. “Do you mind if we…?”

Namjoon shook his head. “No!” His heart gave another thud, mixed with a somersault in his stomach. “That’s okay with me.”

“It’s just that they’re going to assume —” Jungkook hurried to say, blushing.

“It’s okay, we can.”

“Cool.” Jungkook nodded, smiling a little. “I’m just gonna,” he nodded towards a door to the right. “Freshen up and get changed.”

☃️

Namjoon was already snuggled into the bed by the time Jungkook came back. The omega’s scent was luscious and sweet, as he hurried under the covers and lifted the blankets up to his chin. He looked so cute. 

Namjoon turned slightly to give him a light smile. His heart was beating nervously. “G’night.” They’d never shared a bed before.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, wiggling his toes a little. “I um…”

“Yeah?”

He licked his lips. They looked so pink, rosy. Namjoon looked at them, entranced. 

“Can you scent me?”

Namjoon’s mind whirred to a halt. “Sorry?”

Jungkook looked terrified. “My parents are very… they’re going to think we’re…” he swallowed, hard. “We need them to think we’re… you know. Can we…?”

Although his words were mumbled and his sentences broken, Namjoon nodded. “Of course.” 

Jungkook wiggled towards him, bashful. “Thanks,” he murmured, sniffing into Namjoon’s chest. 

Namjoon stroked Jungkook's back, twirling his hand against his waist and moving it in a downward motion. Jungkook sighed quietly, lifting his head a little to tuck his nose behind Namjoon’s ear. 

He froze for a moment. Jungkook always smelled good, but at that moment his scent was so sweet it made Namjoon dizzy. There was a soft purring coming from Jungkook’s chest. He shuffled closer to Namjoon, splaying his hands across his chest as he scented his neck. 

Namjoon couldn’t help but lean in closer, splaying a hand against the soft, milky skin of Jungkook’s neck to take another guilty inhale. 

His nose pressed right up against the soft skin of Jungkook's scent gland and the omega shivered, tilting his head to the side to give him better access. Lily of the valley bloomed, sweeter and wetter than it had done before. 

Without thinking, Namjoon snaked his arm around the omega's waist to pull him closer. Jungkook let him, his body so pliant, his neck bared in perfect submission. His hand moved down Namjoon’s chest, rubbing against his lower abdomen. 

Namjoon had never felt much of the traditional alpha instincts before, but he found himself rumbling with approval, his tongue darting out to taste the scent driving the last vestiges of civility from his mind. 

Jungkook tensed above him, letting out a frantic little whimper. It dragged Namjoon's logical brain back to the surface. What the hell was he doing? Jungkook must have been terrified.

With difficulty, he loosened his hold and scooted back, already fumbling over an apology. 

“Sorry –” Namjoon gushed, trying to calm down.

Jungkook shook his head, scooting back to his pillow. “It’s fine.” 

His body mourned the closeness of Jungkook, his alpha wanted nothing more than to cradle his omega in his arms and scent every inch of him.

☃️

On Christmas Eve, Namjoon woke to Jungkook’s warm breath against his neck, their limbs tangled together like yarn.

The omega stretched and yawned, fluttering his eyes open and closed a few times before he opened them fully in surprise. Jungkook jumped back across the bed, face hot as he apologised.

They didn’t mention it again, although Namjoon could still recall Jungkook’s touch as they walked back across the giant hallway in order to meet Jungkook’s parents – back into the belly of the beast.

Breakfast was already prepared by the time Seojoon led them to the great dining hall. Lord Alpha and Lady Omega were sat at the head of the table, as they feasted on figs and wild boar.  Namjoon shakily accepted his plate, his stomach curling at the thought of such a rich and meaty breakfast so early on in the day.

He was used to just eating toast in the mornings.

Lord Alpha huffed under his breath, his face mottled red and angry as he popped a few grapes in his mouth. The red grape burst, juice escaping from his lips and dribbling down his chin. Namjoon had a sinking feeling that the alpha could already smell his and Jungkook’s scents all over each other. 

“So,” Lady Omega smiled as she munched and sucked on a piece of bone. “How did you and Jungkookie meet?”

They had already rehearsed their ‘backstory’, but it still felt strange for Namjoon to say it. He and Jungkook smiled at each other, reaching out to hold each other's hands. Namjoon hoped it looked natural enough.

“It was at a friend’s housewarming party,” he said, rubbing his thumb gently across Jungkook’s palm. “We hit it off straight away as friends but it took us a while to confess that we liked each other in that way.”

Lord Alpha muttered something quietly, tearing a leg off the wild boar ferociously. 

Jungkook smiled, blushing. “I always knew he was the alpha for me. He made me feel safe.”

“Kim Namjoon-ssi,” Lord Alpha’s voice was quiet, but demanding and threatening all the same. Namjoon shivered. “What do you do for a living?”

“Namjoon-ssi is a writer, Papa.” Jungkook answered, with a proud smile. Namjoon’s heart fluttered. 

“A writer?” Lord Alpha sniffed, unimpressed. 

“He writes poems. Namjoon really has a beautiful way with words.”

“And why can’t Namjoon say all this himself?” Lord Alpha snapped, sending Namjoon an accusatory glare. “Why is his omega having to speak for him?”

Jungkook’s hand tightened against Namjoon’s.

“I write poems – about anything and everything really. My most recent one was about waiting for the end of winter's cold, until the spring day comes again and flowers bloom.”

“So all you do is just write silly words on paper?”

“They’re really beautiful, father.” Jungkook warned. “And they’re very popular.”

Lord Alpha just grunted. “Tell me about your pack.”

Namjoon blinked. “My pack?” He faltered.

“There aren’t really packs in the city –” Jungkook rushed in to say. “It’s different there, Papa.”

“So I see.” Lord Alpha was not amused. “And why don’t you have a pack? Think you’re superior, do you?”

“Not at all –” Namjoon shook his head. “We – uhm – I would count my friends as my pack. And Jungkook-ah as well, of course. I do see the benefits of having a pack, and I want what’s best for your son. For Jungkook.”

Lord Alpha said nothing, he slurped at his drink and glared at the table.

“How admirable,” Lady Omega nodded. 

The rest of breakfast was finished in silence. Namjoon and Jungkook continued holding hands, hoping the display of affection would be convincing. Every once in a while Lord Alpha looked up from his plate of food and glared at Namjoon and their entwined fingers – conveniently every time Jungkook was looking elsewhere. 

After they had eaten Lady Omega suggested a tour of the house and grounds. It was far bigger than Namjoon had realised and expected. Lord Alpha seemed to relish in seeing Namjoon uncomfortable, he made sure to flaunt how wealthy they were, made sure Namjoon felt how inferior he was.

Jungkook took hold of his hand after they had just seen the grounds – a large expanse of fertile soil that was filled with all sorts of winter vegetables. 

“Don’t let him get to you, okay?” Jungkook whispered, as Lord Alpha was explaining how many turnips they had. “He’s wanting to rile you up to get a reaction from you.”

It was working, Namjoon thought as he nodded. It was easy for Jungkook to say, wasn’t it? Jungkook had lived here – had played in the dirt and ran down the hallways. He had known this life. Namjoon was the outsider. 

Once the tour was complete they began walking back down the giant, candle lit hallway. Namjoon had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, it gnawed away, churning as they walked further in. Jungkook seemed a little on edge and then Namjoon noticed it –

A familiar fir tree scent that Namjoon despised.

“Kangdae! My boy!” Lord Alpha said, the happiest Namjoon had seen the wretched alpha so far. Jungkook’s father beamed, pulling the other alpha into a hug. 

Jungkook tensed beside him, his lily of the valley scent wilting. “What is he doing here?” 

“I invited him to join us,” Lord Alpha answered, patting Kangdae’s head affectionately. “It is Christmas after all.” Then he turned to give Namjoon a glare. “He’s like a son to me.”

Kangdae grinned, bowing. “You’re too kind, Lord Alpha Jeon.”

“Call me Junghoon, my boy. We are family!” 

“The fucker,” Jungkook muttered under his breath. Namjoon tried not to smile. “They’re doing this on purpose.” What did Jungkook mean – what exactly were they doing? Besides making Namjoon feel worthless and insufficient? Why was it irritating Jungkook so much? Kangdae and Lord Alpha seemed so close, and Lord Alpha was clearly fond of him. Jungkook seemed to hate it. 

Namjoon tried to comfort Jungkook with his scent, rubbing his hand against Jungkook’s waist and hoping it would suffice. But there was still that nagging feeling, it only grew more intense every time Namjoon looked up at Kangdae and Lord Alpha. 

“Kangdae is a family friend,” Lord Alpha explained, sending Namjoon a sickly smile. “He’s one of the hunters and also a blacksmith on these mountains.” Kangdae smirked, puffing out his chest. “This boy is Im Namjoon,” Lord Alpha continued, speaking directly to Kangdae, as if Namjoon and Jungkook weren’t even there. “Jungkook’s alpha… from the city. ”

“Kim Namjoon,” Namjoon politely corrected, although he had a feeling Lord Alpha had made the mistake on purpose. 

Kangdae smirked and bowed. “Is Namjoon-ssi here to join in the Christmas hunt tomorrow?”

“What a marvelous idea, Kangdae my son.”

Jungkook paled next to him. “What?” He shook his head. “No –”

“But it is tradition!” Lord Alpha gasped. “Why not?!”

Namjoon had no idea what a Christmas hunt was, but Jungkook seemed terrified of the idea. “Namjoon isn’t –”

Lord Alpha was already huffing in annoyance, Kangdae seemed elated at the idea that Namjoon was somehow not… worthy? Capable? Namjoon’s skin prickled as he reached out to touch Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“It’s okay,” he said, his fingers accidentally brushing against the omega’s neck. “I can.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Hyung –”

“Do you even know what a Christmas hunt is?”

Kangdae’s patronising tone made Namjoon shake in anger. Whatever the fuck it entailed, he’d make sure to do it a hundred times better. For Jungkook.

“Of course he doesn’t,” Jungkook shot out, angry. “You can’t just expect –”

“The traditional hunt was done under a full moon – when the omegas would run in the forest and be captured and claimed by an alpha.” Kangdae said smugly. 

Namjoon shivered. That sounded so archaic and wrong. 

And yet he could picture Jungkook running through the forest, his cheeks pinked and flushed. His lily of the valley scent at its peak, as the omega whipped his head round to look behind him. His eyes would catch Namjoon’s and the omega would smile. Teasingly decadent. Almost taunting Namjoon, to catch him. To mate him. 

Of course, Namjoon would never do that to Jungkook – claim him under such circumstances. If he ever was so lucky to have Jungkook for real it would be because Jungkook had chosen him with a free heart. 

There was something in Namjoon’s veins, an almost desperate need to prove to Jungkook his worth. To prove he was the right alpha for Jungkook. Better than the others, than Kangdae. 

Kangdae continued on, flexing out his muscles. “Really, I think the elders should have stuck with that. Something stupid about omega rights –” he dismisses, with a wave of his hand. “Now a Christmas hunt is just good old, plain hunting.”

Oh – Namjoon thought. That didn’t sound too bad. Maybe they would use bows and arrows. Or swords? Daggers? Oooh or spears. 

“There’s nothing like feeling the wind against your fur and hunting some wild boar or deer.”

Wait – did he hear that right? “Fur?”  

“Why of course,” Lord Alpha grinned. “You do know how to shift right?”

Back in the city no one needed to shift. The ability to do so was instinctual, knowledge deeply woven into everyone’s DNA. But gradually in the city there was no longer a connection with the inner wolf. Ruts and heats could be maintained on medication, everything from the ancestors was just an old bedtime story, aged and discarded. 

He nodded stiffly. 

His answer took everyone by surprise. He felt Jungkook release a shaky exhale next to him, clearly also not expecting it. Namjoon reached for Jungkook’s hand, hoping it would provide comfort for both of them.

“That’s settled then,” Lord Alpha announced. “Our Christmas Hunt will take place tomorrow night as planned, with an extra… unexpected guest.”

☃️

Christmas Eve Dinner was an array of roasted duck and pheasant with figs and persimmons, a malty rice drink in a wooden goblet on the side.

Every once in a while Lord Alpha would say something in praise of Kangdae – how good the alpha was at hunting, riding horses, and killing hares. Every time Lord Alpha gloated, Jungkook would mutter something under his breath that had Namjoon almost in a fit of laughter. The two would share a grin, dropping their gazes back to their plates before anyone was none the wiser. 

“Kangdae is an impressive hunter,” Lord Alpha said, for the nineteenth time.

“He can even breathe! Amazing! Imagine that!” Jungkook whispered to him. Namjoon almost spat out his drink.

“Jungkook, don’t you remember the time Kangdae hunted that magnificent white deer for you?”

Jungkook froze, looking up at Lord Alpha with a frown. 

Kangdae smiled, popping a fig into his mouth as he caught Jungkook’s eyes. 

He shrugged, pulling a face. “No, I don’t re–”

“It was enough meat for weeks.” Lord Alpha carried on, ignoring Jungkook and going back to talking to Kangdae. 

Dinner carried on, and Jungkook chewed the last of his food in silence.

Afterwards, Jungkook was commanded by Lord Alpha to speak with him, alone. 

He missed Jungkook, as Namjoon walked back to their room alone. What did Lord Alpha want with Jungkook? 

Something felt off. Namjoon couldn’t place it, couldn’t calm the erratic beatings of his heart.

Jungkook appeared around an hour later back in their room, his scent slightly wilted. Namjoon could decipher a hint of pine. 

Namjoon said nothing, asked nothing. He didn’t want to meddle in Jungkook’s affairs, after all – they weren’t together. This was all just a façade. Namjoon was only pretending to be his alpha, Jungkook was his own man. 

They got ready for bed in an awkward stillness, Jungkook filling in the silence with mindless chatter. He was clearly nervous, trying to put on a brave front. But Namjoon could sense he was unsettled.

When they were snuggled back into bed for the night Jungkook lay still, the covers draped up to his neck as they lay quiet. 

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked softly after a moment.

Namjoon turned to look at him. His dark hair was draped against the soft feather pillows, his lips rosy and begging to be –

“Yeah?”

“How many times have you shifted before?”

“Once,” he confessed, shuffling a little closer. “I’d been in the library and found an old book about ancestral ways. I mean, we learn all about that stuff in history at school. But – I dunno. I was curious. I went out into the fields at night to give it a go.” Namjoon paused, thinking back. “It felt surprisingly natural. Like I’d done it countless times before.”

“The Christmas Hunt is all about being at one with your inner wolf,” Jungkook hummed. “The Elders believed it used to be that we would shift into humans. The wolf is who we are, what we are.”

“It’s an interesting theory,” Namjoon spoke softly, wanting to soothe Jungkook’s anxiety. “But we’re more than just the inner wolf, you are so much more than that.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook whispered. “It was why I left. My father and I have never been that close. I just didn’t fit into the mold he wanted for me, expected of me. I’m a disappointment to him and clearly he still has not forgiven me.”

Namjoon reached out, softly placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. He wanted to smooth out the frown lines etched in Jungkook’s skin, kiss away the worries that were clearly such a burden. 

“Thank you for coming here with me, hyung.” Jungkook breathed, gazing at him with wide eyes. It made him blush. “I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

“Of course, Jungkook-ah.” Namjoon edged closer again, wanting… “I’d do anything for you. We’re friends.”

Lily of the valley dissipated, leaving behind a solemn, sour tang. “Thank you, hyung.”

Namjoon licked his lips. What was wrong? Had he said something?

“We need to…”Jungkook looked so broken. “Can you scent me again? They need to think –”

Namjoon was reaching out before he was even aware of his actions, cradling Jungkook in his arms. “Of course,” he whispered, kissing the top of the omega's head. 

Jungkook seemed to melt against him, his arms winding around Namjoon’s neck. It felt like clockwork. 

Jungkook fitted against him, like he was always meant to be there, connected to Namjoon somehow. Namjoon followed swiftly as they settled against the bed. Namjoon wanted to protect him against anything. 

Maybe, if he held Jungkook tight enough, cradled the sweet omega to him close enough, then maybe somewhere, somehow in another life, universe, this moment might unravel differently. He would kiss Jungkook softly on the lips, whisper sweet nothings and bury himself in the delicate softness of Jungkook’s sweet lily of the valley scent.

Jungkook sighed against him, scrunching his wet nose softly against Namjoon’s neck. He shakily stroked a hand down Jungkook’s back, fingers straying dangerously close to his waist. Jungkook lay flat against him, his fingers curling into the ends of Namjoon’s hair. 

“Hyung…” Jungkook muttered. 

Namjoon blinked. A selfish part of him almost thought Jungkook had kissed his skin, just a soft peck right near the bottom of his ear. But it was a foolish, stupid thing to think, to want. 

Namjoon swallowed, staring up at the ceiling. He was terrified of doing something he might regret, that would ruin their friendship, ruin everything.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook sighed again, wet nose once more swiping against Namjoon’s scent gland. “I…” His voice faded, nuzzling back into the crook of Namjoon’s neck. 

Namjoon’s senses prickled, hands automatically moving to stroke against Jungkook’s hips. 

“Jungkook?”

Jungkook pulled away, cheeks tinged pink. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, resting back against his own pillow. “Goodnight, hyung.” 

Namjoon yearned to reach over and kiss him. He struggled to breathe, trying to calm the madness that was rioting inside his chest. 

Jungkook turned back around, his back slightly bent as he snuggled against the pillows and blankets. 

“Sweet dreams,” Namjoon whispered, though Jungkook appeared asleep already.

☃️

That night Namjoon was plagued with nightmares. Scenes of Jungkook crying and terrified, of pearl tears dropping down his cheeks, illuminated by moonlight echoed across his mind. 

Jungkook was saying something in the dream, but every time Namjoon tried to listen wolf howls filled his senses. 

Namjoon woke in a fright, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Next to him Jungkook was snuggled up against his arm, softly snoring.

☃️

“Hyung.” 

Namjoon yawned, groggy. He felt so comfortable.

“Hyuuung…” Something light touched his nose. 

Namjoon grunted, blinking open his eyes tiredly. 

Jungkook was leaning half above him, his hair the craziest Namjoon had ever seen. His eyes were slightly swollen, cheeks flushed and round, and his nightshirt hung loosely, slipping off his shoulders to reveal smooth, soft skin.

He looked beautiful.

Jungkook smiled, his nose scrunching as he poked Namjoon’s nose again.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispered, hand moving to stroke Namjoon’s hair. “It’s Christmas Day.” 

Namjoon wished every day was Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, Jungkook-ah.” Namjoon said with a smile, reaching over to stroke Jungkook’s cheeks. 

Jungkook’s scent bloomed. “We should –” he pulled away from Namjoon’s reach, blushing. “We should get ready.”

Namjoon wanted to pull Jungkook towards him, for them to never leave the bed. But he was already leaving, slowly walking away to the bathroom to wash up. Sighing, Namjoon leaned back against his pillows. 

His eyes caught sight of the small bag he hadn’t opened since packing hastily for the trip here. Jungkook’s present . Namjoon got up quickly, hastily throwing on some clothes so he could hide away the small bag in his jacket pocket. 

If the moment felt right.

The snow had piled up even more overnight, leaving the ground blanketed in a thick layer of soft, powdery white.

After breakfast, they headed outside to play. Before long, they were in the middle of an epic snowball fight, running around and dodging snowballs with laughter filling the air. 

As Namjoon tried to dodge a snowball he tripped and tumbled, landing flat on his back in the snow.

“Have a nice trip?” Jungkook asked, towering above him.

“Help me stand up Jungkook-ah!” Namjoon pouted, reaching out his hand. 

Jungkook giggled, reaching out to take Namjoon’s hand. Just before their fingers could meet Namjoon yanked him down. 

Jungkook let out a screech, falling right against his chest. “Hyung!” he laughed, throwing snow in Namjoon’s face. “Not fair!”

When their limbs were frozen and their cheeks red from the cold they went back inside, hurrying quietly to the kitchens to make some contraband hot chocolate Jungkook had snuck in from the city.

“I love hot chocolate,” Jungkook sighed happily as he slurped on his drink. When he brought the cup away from his lips there was a chocolate moustache on his upper lips and a creamy goatee dripping down his chin. 

Namjoon’s hand tightened around the present tucked inside his jacket. He stared down at the table, nervously fiddling with his cup. “Hey… uh, remember when we said we wouldn’t get each other presents?”

“Yeah?” Jungkook looked up, frowning as he set his cup down. “Oh hyung… you didn’t?”

Cheeks ablaze, Namjoon pulled out the small bag from his pocket and placed it gently on the table. “It’s nothing big.”

“But I didn’t get you anything…”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon smiled, shaking his head. He nudged the bag towards Jungkook. “Just being with you is enough.”

Jungkook bit his lip and shot Namjoon an adorable pout as he began to open the bag.

“I know you always complain about how cold your feet get in the winter,” Namjoon rushed to explain. 

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I love them!” he gasped, pulling the socks to his chest. “Oooh they’re so fuzzy.”

Namjoon’s chest rumbled warmly, unable to stop smiling. “I just saw them and… thought you’d like them.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook's smile faltered. 

Around them, Namjoon sensed wilting lily of the valley, delicate blooms fading with a quiet sadness. Though Jungkook was still smiling, Namjoon could feel something was off. 

The kitchen clock chimed, making Namjoon jump. 

Something was wrong with Jungkook. Namjoon didn’t know what, but there was something that made his alpha feel tense and on edge to the point of nausea.

Was the gift too much? 

Perhaps it was nerves, with the hunt only a few hours away. 

Jungkook was so good – kind, funny and beautiful. A heart of gold, a soul that was just so pure. Namjoon wished Jungkook success in every aspect of his life. 

Every time Namjoon looked at him, the butterflies in his stomach stirred, and his heart pounded in time with the rhythm of his complex feelings for Jungkook. It was as if every part of him was completely devoted to Jungkook.

Of course, Namjoon knew that what they had was pretend. But that didn’t change what he felt — how Jungkook made him feel like he was on fire, sparking a thousand wild emotions that drove him to the edge. 

Jungkook didn't need to act in love, Namjoon didn't expect it. This was something Namjoon needed to face on his own.

Jungkook wasn't his. No matter how much that truth pained him, he needed to give Jungkook the space and freedom he deserved.

Jungkook scraped back his chair, holding onto the socks lightly. “I’m tired,” he smiled tightly. “I think I’ll just head back to the room for a nap or something.”

Namjoon nodded. A selfish part of him wanted to join him. Maybe they could talk, or cuddle. “I’ll see you later.”

With a few hours still to spare, Namjoon wandered around the estate in search of the library. He briefly remembered its location from the tour and after a few misturns, finally found it in the west wing. 

Pine flooded his senses as soon as he opened the door. Kangdae was lounging against one of the chairs, as if he owned the place, the fire warm and comforting. 

Kangdae looked up briefly, gave a grunt, and then turned back to his book.

Namjoon twiddled with his sleeves as he walked cautiously to the bookshelves. It would be too obvious if he left straightaway, and rude. 

He didn’t want any conflict, and this whole situation was already stressful enough for Jungkook. There was clearly something going on involving Kangdae, but Namjoon did not have the heart to ask. As much as he hated the idea, he would have to be civil to the alpha, for Jungkook’s sake. 

Namjoon cleared his throat and snuck a glance at the alpha. Kangdae was staring right at him in disgust. 

“Are you excited for the hunt?” Namjoon asked quickly. “I find it all quite fascinating and –”

“Hunts are sacred,” Kangdae cut in, turning the page of his book. “Blessed by the moon goddess herself. Filthy city dwellers, like yourself, could never understand its importance.”

“Filthy?” Namjoon blinked, taken aback. “Now hold on. I am trying for Jungkook –”

Kangdae sneered, glaring daggers. “City dwellers have no regard for our heritage – our ancestors!”

“Jungkook wanted me to come,” Namjoon frowned. “It was important to him and Jungkook is important to me. I care for him.”

Kangdae threw his book on the floor. “You look like your knot would fall limp at the first moment.”

“What the fuck –”

“Do you really think you can satisfy Jungkook?!” he mocked. “Look at the way you’re dressed! How are you going to provide for the omega in those ridiculous shoes!”

“Jungkook is strong and capable all on his own,” Namjoon said, unable to control the anger in his voice and honeycomb scent. “In the city he –”

“Jungkook does not belong there!” Kangdae shouted. “He belongs here. With an alpha who is worthy enough to carry on the royal line.”

Ah - finally Namjoon understood. “So you mean someone like you?”

Kangdae snarled. “He'll see how weak you are sooner or later. I could breed him so much better –”

Namjoon curled his fists, biting back a growl of his own. How fucking dare he talk about Jungkook that way. “Well it's Jungkook's decision. And he wants me, not you.”

“He was promised to me first!” Kangdae shouted. “He was supposed to be my omega, carry my pups. Alpha Jeon had given Jungkook to me. And then he runs away and comes back, with you?!"

“You'll never have Jungkook,” Namjoon swore, rage bubbling up his chest. “And as soon as we leave this place we're mating.” 

It was a lie, a painful and woeful one. Jungkook had said nothing, had never once told Namjoon he liked him, wanted to be with him. But Kangdae was like grime at the bottom of a shoe that would not scrub off. And as far as he knew, Jungkook and Namjoon were in love, a couple.

Satisfied that he finally had the upper hand, Namjoon grinned smugly. 

“We’ll see about that,” was the last thing Kangdae said as he pushed past Namjoon, knocking into him roughly.

Shit. 

Namjoon balanced himself against the wall, trying to calm his enraged alpha down. Jungkook had been betrothed to Kangdae? Is that why Jungkook had brought him here? To prove something? Bringing a city dweller.

Why had Jungkook not said anything? Why had he just led Namjoon here? And why had Namjoon let him? Like a pig for the slaughterhouse. 

Namjoon let out a groan, pulling at his hair. This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault – none of it was. And Namjoon was only here to pretend. 

Why would Jungkook tell him about this? Namjoon was not his alpha. 

But Kangdae was plainly jealous and outraged, and Namjoon didn’t trust him one bit. The hunt loomed over him like a noose. Namjoon needed to win, to prove Kangdae wrong. 

The world tilted as Namjoon made his way back to Jungkook, Kangdae’s voice clanging like bells. 

Jungkook had been promised to Kangdae. Given to him. Like some prize, a gift. Tied up with ribbon or string, for Kangdae’s enjoyment and pleasure. 

Namjoon’s gut squeezed tightly. He closed his eyes, leaning against the wall to get his breath back. What could Namjoon do? Was there even anything he could do? Jungkook hadn’t told him, and there was a reason for that. 

Did Jungkook feel… embarrassed? Maybe. Namjoon knew how Jungkook felt about omega rights.

But… if he had been brought here to act and pretend like Jungkook’s alpha, his soon to be mate, surely Jungkook should have given him some kind of warning of what Namjoon should expect?

Namjoon shook his head. It was all very well thinking about the maybes and the ifs… it didn’t change anything. 

Namjoon didn't see Jungkook again until they were all assembling for the hunt. Seojoon announced his presence was required and led him towards the outer buildings, where several wolves from the mountains had come to join the hunt. 

Namjoon spotted Jungkook instantly. He looked better, but the faint scent of sadness still clung to him. 

Lord Alpha stepped out of the crowd, his voice firm and commanding. “Just as our ancestors did, we shall hunt in moonlight. Show your strength, your skill, and may the strongest win.” Lord Alpha alpha shifted at once, and everyone followed.

Namjoon breathed out shakily as he tried to focus. The shift was gradual, senses more enhanced as the wolf took over. 

Namjoon’s alpha found Jungkook in a heartbeat. His frame was slightly smaller, hazelnut coloured. Jungkook’s omega stared at him, the scent so full of mixed emotions it was hard for Namjoon to fully decipher what –

 Lord Alpha howled loudly, snout raised to the sky. 

The hunt began. The wolves ran off in every direction of the forest, all ready to prove themselves. 

Namjoon tried to focus. Everything was so much stronger, noises – scents. He stuck his nose to the ground, willing his frazzled alpha to concentrate. The snow made it harder to pick up fresh scents, but after a few diligent moments he finally picked up the scent of a hare, scampering about in the forest up ahead. 

Namjoon needed to catch something, quickly. Kangdae was a good hunter, one of the best. But Namjoon would be better. 

He hurried forwards, following the scent. But every time he tried to focus his mind and senses wandered. Jungkook’s scent was so strong, so enticing, sweet. Namjoon’s alpha growled. Mate mate mate mate. He wanted, needed, desperately to find Jungkook. 

He shook his head, forcing himself to think straight. He couldn’t do that! Jungkook deserved space, respect. He didn’t need Namjoon following him like some obsessed and love-struck puppy. 

Namjoon’s alpha grunted, clearly not happy with the decision. He went back to sniffing the floor, trying to push the snow away and focus on the leaves and dirt. He sensed a boar nearby – so, so close –

Jungkook’s scent washed over him once more. But this time it was different. In under a second Namjoon changed his course, racing towards Jungkook. His omega smelled in distress, afraid. His alpha sped up, growling and gnashing his teeth as he got closer and closer. 

He sensed another scent, sour and possessive pine trees that poisoned every inch of the forest.

Jungkook and Kangdae had already shifted back into their human forms by the time Namjoon reached them. 

Kangdae was murmuring something, pushing Jungkook against a tree. His hands grabbed at Jungkook’s hips as he licked against Jungkook’s neck, over his scent gland. 

Namjoon shifted, anger electrifying his body. He snarled, his alpha instincts taking hold as he sprung towards Kangdae. He wanted to rip out his arms, pull his limbs apart one by one for touching Jungkook –

“Get your disgusting hands off me!” Jungkook swung out his left arm and punched Kangdae in the nose. 

The alpha fell backwards, his nose was bleeding. “You little bitch!” 

Namjoon growled, pushing the alpha to the floor. “What the fuck did you just say to him?”

Kangdae grinned, the blood gushing down his mouth into his teeth. He spat against Namjoon’s bare feet. “Only what he deserves. I’m just taking what I was owed –”

Namjoon could barely think straight. He grabbed hold of anything and everything he could, wolf nails breaking through and piercing through skin.

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the void. Hands pulled Namjoon backwards and he followed, allowing Jungkook to grab at his waist. “Hyung, you have to stop!”

Kangdae was still smiling. He spat again, this time a tooth fell out along with a spurt of blood. 

“You dare desecrate this sacred hunt by fighting?!” Lord Alpha snarled, storming in from the left. “What is the meaning of this?”

“What Jungkook needs is a muzzle and a firm grip,” Kangdae muttered. “And I can give him that. I’m just doing what I was told!”

Jungkook staggered backwards. “What did you just say?” He turned to Lord Alpha, skin pale. “What he was told ?”

“I said for you to win him over,” Lord Alpha warned in a low growl. “Not to use force.”

“Like it makes any difference!” Kangdae spat. “He’s spoiled goods already. Worthless –”

Namjoon roared, ready to spill more blood. He lunged, but it was Lord Alpha that got to Kangdae first. 

“Get out of my sight!” Lord Alpha commanded, bearing his alpha fangs. He gripped the back of Kangdae’s shirt roughly, pulling him across the ground. “How dare you speak about him like that! You will not show your face here again.”

“Fine!” Kangdae snarled, tumbling against the snow. He stood up shakily, spitting once more in Jungkook’s direction. 

Namjoon was shaking. His fingers twitched, ready to pounce. 

“Don’t.” Lord Alpha commanded, as they watched Kangdae storm away. “Let him go.”

“How can we just let him go after what he said –” Namjoon shouted. “Jungkook –” He turned around, the sight of Jungkook holding back tears only made him more angry. “Baby, are you okay? What can I do –”

Jungkook shook his head, holding back a sob. He was still looking at Lord Alpha. “You told Kangdae to try and mate me?”

“I told him to try and woo you, convince you to be with him and not…” Lord Alpha sighed, lowering his head. “I can see now it was a mistake –”

“A mistake?! How could you do that?” Jungkook whispered. 

“What was I supposed to think when you brought back a city dweller!” Lord Alpha grunted. “I thought if Kangdae proved himself then maybe this silly little thing between you two would be over!”

“Well guess what –” Jungkook shouted, holding back another sob. “You won!” 

“Jungkook –” Namjoon reached over, trying to calm him down by placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“There was never anything between us!” Jungkook's voice trembled, his body shaking as tears spilled down his cheeks. “All this time we’ve been pretending! Namjoon doesn’t like me! He doesn’t want me! So you got your stupid fucking wish after all!” Jungkook pushed Namjoon’s hand off his shoulder. “Hyung, I’m sorry you had to go through all this because of me. I… you can go now.”

Jungkook broke off into a run, his lily of the valley scent devastated. The snow flurries were falling down harder now, Jungkook faded into view.

“Is that true?” Lord Alpha asked. 

Namjoon swallowed. “Yes…” The truth still hurt, still stung. 

Jungkook had just confessed there was nothing between them. But he was wrong to say Namjoon didn't like, didn't want him… Did Jungkook really think that? 

“Do you have feelings for him?”

Namjoon looked up, daring to gaze into Lord Alpha’s eyes. “I do.” He nodded. “I… I love him.”

“Then why aren’t you going after him?”

What? Namjoon hesitated. Was this some sort of wolfy test?

“I've failed my duties as Jungkook's sire, when I was supposed to protect him, be there for him.” Lord Alpha sighed. “I have never seen Jungkook as happy as he has been these last few days. And that was because of you.”

Namjoon couldn't think properly. All he knew was Jungkook, all he could think about was Jungkook's smile, his laugh. Jungkook was the ocean and Namjoon was sinking, happily.  

“This is the best thing I can do for Jungkook right now. Let him be with the one his heart truly desires. Go to him,” Lord Alpha smiled, the first time Namjoon had ever seen the stoic alpha show any sincere emotions. “Treat him well.”

Namjoon nodded. “I will.”

“I know. Otherwise you'll have me to answer to.”

Namjoon was running before he even realised it, his breath sharp in the biting air. 

The snow was falling so heavily that it blurred everything around him, the world swallowed by a relentless white. 

Jungkook's scent was faint and almost lost in the snowstorm, lingering only just enough for Namjoon to follow. Every step was a struggle against the wind, but Namjoon pushed forward, desperate.

“Jungkook!” he shouted, cupping his hands to his mouth. His breaths came in sharp gasps, the cold air stinging his lungs. “Jungkook?” 

It was no use – the snow was too thick to see even an inch before him. Namjoon knelt to the ground, trying to focus on the small trail of Jungkook’s scent. He needed to hurry before the snow masked away everything.

He closed his eyes, channeling his alpha to concentrate, to find Jungkook out there. 

A sudden sharp breeze carried lily of the valley in the air. Just ahead Namjoon caught a fleeting glimpse – a flash of movement revealed a figure he knew all too well.

Namjoon raced through the snow in frantic urgency. “Jungkook!”

“Hyung?” Jungkook looked lost – eyes wide, his face flushed with the cold. There was a look of vulnerability in his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

Namjoon reached out, his hand trembling but determined. He gently cupped Jungkook’s face, brushing away the snowflakes that clung to his skin. 

“I’ve been a fool, Jungkook.” Namjoon whispered. “I didn’t want to risk losing you… I bottled up everything inside, not even acknowledging it to myself. I was scared – so scared that if I ever admitted how I really felt then maybe you’d see me differently. That you might think I was just… too much, or that it would change everything between us.”

Jungkook drew in a shaky breath softly. Snow flurries gently settled in his hair. “What do you mean?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“I love you. I have for… a long time. And I didn’t want you to think I was forcing you or trying to command you. But – whether I wanted to admit it or not…” Namjoon swallowed deeply, trying to keep his voice steady. “You’re everything to me.”

Jungkook blinked, disbelief spreading across his face. For a long moment he couldn’t speak. Tears welled up in his eyes. “You... you love me?” 

“Oh baby –” Namjoon reached out gently, his fingers trembling as he brushed the tears from Jungkook’s cheek. “I love you, like crazy.”

“I… I always thought you only saw me as a friend... I was so embarrassed about being from the mountains… I never thought – never imagined – that you would think of me more.” Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into Namjoon’s touch. “Hyung… I love you too – so much.”

Namjoon’s heart pounded in his chest as he slowly moved his hand to Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face up slightly. He thought he'd never hear those words. The chill of the winter air bit at his skin but he didn’t care. 

He leaned in and, with a careful exhale, pressed his lips softly against Jungkook’s in a gentle, hesitant kiss. 

“I guess we've both been fools,” Jungkook giggled.

The world around them blurred, snowflakes erasing everything but the warmth between them. Jungkook leaned against him, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck to bring him closer, deepening the kiss. 

Namjoon’s movements were frantic, every touch igniting a fire within him, burning with need and urgency. His hands roamed to Jungkook’s waist, fingers curling against his hips. 

Jungkook seemed to melt against him, his body eagerly responding to every desperate movement.

Namjoon gently guided him backwards, his hand resting on the small of Jungkook’s back, urging him closer. As the back of Jungkook’s legs met the rough bark of the tree he gasped and Namjoon took the opportunity to kiss him deeper, tongue sliding into Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Hyung…” Jungkook moaned out softly, hands straying to Namjoon’s chest.

Namjoon’s hands traced the curve of Jungkook’s body, relishing in the softness beneath his fingertips. Jungkook was so warm against the cold around them, Namjoon burrowed closer to him, flicking his tongue against Jungkook’s scent gland. 

“Jungkook…” Namjoon choked. “I…” It had only just occurred to him that they were still out in the open, somewhere deep in the forest. He had been too focused on Jungkook, kissing every inch of his sweet skin and relishing in every little gasp to realise where they were. What if someone saw them? 

“I don’t want you to stop,” Jungkook murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers brushed against Namjoon’s hands, guiding them slowly, purposefully down his body until they stopped, finally. “No one’s here.”

Namjoon pulled up Jungkook’s cotton dress, brushing his fingers over Jungkook’s stomach before drifting downwards, Jungkook’s hand directing him once more. 

“Right there,” Jungkook whimpered, as Namjoon curled a finger into him. 

Namjoon could feel every subtle shift in Jungkook’s movements, the softness of his gasps, his scent blossoming all around them, so mouthwateringly sweet. Jungkook’s body was delicate and pliable, perfectly molded against his own. 

“Is this okay?” Namjoon stuttered, adding in a second finger slowly.

“Uh-huh.” Jungkook nodded. “More than okay –”

“I just –” Namjoon groaned and pulled Jungkook’s bottom lip softly between his teeth. “Don’t wanna hurt you…”

“Hyung – I want your knot, so bad –” Jungkook whined. “So, please – just shut up and kiss me?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Namjoon’s lips. “Got it – shutting up now."

☃️

“How’d it go?” 

Namjoon sighed as he took off his muddy shoes, leaving them in a heap by the door. “I caught a wild boar for you.”

Jungkook was tucked into bed, propped up against the pillows as he read a leatherbound book. “My big, strong alpha!” he said, letting out a little giggle. He stretched his arms above his head with a yawn, his shirt riding up slightly, revealing glimpses of soft skin.

“I wanted to catch a hare or like a fox or something.” Namjoon said, pulling off his muddy shirt next, sighing as he noticed bits of dried mud stuck to his skin. “Your Father was most displeased.”

“It’s imperative a courting gift proves the alpha’s strength and commitment, hyung!” Jungkook informed him, teasing. “How else are you going to demonstrate your capability as my future partner and protector?”

“By giving you a wild boar?”

“So sexy, hyung.” Jungkook fluttered his eyelashes. “I’m flattered.”

“I don’t get why I can’t just offer it to you as a courting gift now?”

Jungkook burrowed himself further into the bed, leaning fully down against the pillows. “It’s customary for us to exchange vows under moonlight. You offer me this big, wild boar that my sexy strong alpha has gifted me and then that’s it.”

It seemed like a lot of important things to remember but Namjoon wanted to do every part well, for Jungkook. Lord Alpha had been surprisingly okay, trying to teach Namjoon as much as he could (Namjoon appreciated the sentiment, although he didn’t really see how helpful making fires or crafting Jungkook a deer fur pelt would go down well back in the city). 

Nevertheless, things were going unexpectedly great. They would be leaving the mountains tomorrow, ready to go back to city life for a few months before they visited again. 

Lord Alpha had already been quite insistent and vocal on the subject of grandchildren. 

Jungkook hummed, turning the page in his book. He had his glasses on (a rare and wonderful sight) and one foot was peeking out from the duvet. He was wearing the fuzzy toe socks Namjoon had gifted him for Christmas. 

“What are you looking at?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head.

“You,” Namjoon grinned. “Always you.”

Jungkook let out a strangled sort of squeak as he giggled once more. “That’s so cheesy hyung. Tell me more.”

Namjoon smiled as he made his way to the bed, snuggling up to Jungkook’s side. He kissed the top of his head, drinking in sweet lily of the valley. “Gonna make you a fur pelt from deer. And a wood carving of a waning gibbous moon so our love is immortalised forevermore.”

“Fucking hell – it’s gonna be so good to just get back to the city and do nothing but watch TV.” Jungkook laughed, putting down his book. “If I see another fur pelt I’m going to go insane.”

“I think you look pretty sexy in a fur pelt.” Namjoon rubbed his hand down Jungkook’s arm, stopping at his waist. “Or nothing at all…” 

Jungkook slapped his hand away with a giggle, his cheeks red. “Careful. You really don’t want to discover just how many ceremonies there are when we have pups."

Something stirred in Namjoon’s belly. “Really?” He couldn’t help but picture the image of a pupped Jungkook, all round and full. He cleared his throat, ignoring the knowing stare Jungkook threw his way. “How many?”

“At least four.” Jungkook said, curling into Namjoon. “We’ve got time for all that, hyung. For now… I like this. Us.”

Namjoon nodded, pecking a soft lip to Jungkook’s lips. “Us.”

For a moment they sat there, Jungkook laying against Namjoon’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Namjoon ran his fingers carefully through Jungkook’s hair, eyes straying to the window, looking out at the sky. 

“Hey – look. It’s a pretty sunset.”

Jungkook stretched his neck slightly to look. “I like purple, it’s my favourite colour.”

I know. Namjoon’s heart thumped.