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Pale blue eyes pierce through the dimly lit room, burning into Jimin’s skin like fire, with an intensity that peels layer after layer off his resolve not to crumble. 

He presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his canines growing, his fingers twitching with the sensation of lengthening claws. Inside him, his alpha squirms on high alert, tense, on edge, and confused. 

Never have they faced anything like this. 

He tries to maintain his composure, tries to breathe as shallowly as possible when the group of strangers enters his throne room one after another, the overpowering scent of the one leading them immediately making his head swim. 

It’s something rough and primal, something that speaks of dominance and destruction. The scent of a predator, of pine and leather, earthy and untamed, carrying the weight of countless battles and countless victories. A scent that demands respect and submission. It mixes with the overall smell of fear and uncertainty in the room, almost overshadowing it even.

From the corners of his eyes, Jimin sees his people sink to their knees. The omegas and betas first, and eventually the alphas, his strongest men, warriors that have won countless battles themselves, their knees slamming into the floor against their will, nature forcing them to bow their heads to the new presence in the room. 

Jimin’s knees are about to buckle too, his wolf about to cower in confusion, in fear, but he isn’t known and respected as one of the strongest alphas for nothing. He’s not one to let himself be controlled by his instincts. Instead, he grounds himself by running his tongue over the tips of his canines behind closed lips, lifting his chin, refusing to avert his gaze, the corners of his vision turning crimson as he lets parts of his wolf bleed into his eyes, making them burn red. A warning. A sign of defiance. A challenge.

At the other end of his throne room, lips curl into a knowing smile that sends shivers down Jimin’s spine. It’s a smile that’s equal parts amused and curious. Maybe even mocking. The smile of someone who knows that Jimin’s attempts at defiance are futile. If this goes on for long enough, even he will submit. Jimin knows that too.  

He jumps when the heavy door to the room slams shut, the loud bang echoing around them, bouncing off the naked stone walls. He grinds his teeth at his own reaction, planting his feet into the ground to keep himself from running as he’s approached with determined strides by the one whose name has been on everyone’s lips for years. 

The one they all hoped to never meet. 

The superior wolf. The one who can make even the strongest alphas submit. The one whose clan is ruthlessly raiding pack after pack on their way to wealth and power. 

He comes to a halt in front of the steps that lead up to Jimin’s throne.

“Park Jimin.” 

It’s not a greeting. A proper greeting would be to address him by his title. Head Alpha. Nor is it a statement. It’s simply another attempt to make him bow, the voice deep and rough but laced with a velvety undertone that reaches all the way into Jimin’s middle, hitting his inner wolf with another silent command. 

Jimin grinds his teeth before he forces himself to relax his jaw, parting his lips, his mouth dry, his voice echoing through the room surprisingly steady. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” 

From the corner of his eyes, he sees his people relax ever so slightly, the scent of fear and worry slowly mixing with one of careful relief and subtle pride. They're counting on him and Jimin won’t let them down. As their Head Alpha he’s supposed to be their anchor. A solid and stable presence. He will keep standing as long as possible. He will do everything in his power to protect them. Even against him. 

Jeon Jungkook’s smile widens at the sound of his name from Jimin’s lips and even like this, standing at the bottom of the steps to Jimin's throne, having to crane his neck to look up at him, his presence is imposing, dominating, big. He stands tall and broad, defined muscles shifting under the bare skin of his arms, only partially covered by the loose shirt he’s wearing.

Now that he’s closer, Jimin can see the scar that’s edged along his cheek, grazed by the ends of dark hair framing his face. 

Now that he’s closer, his icy blue eyes staring at Jimin seem to peer into every depth of Jimin’s soul.

And suddenly, Jimin is hit with something more than just the instinctive urge of submitting to a superior wolf. 

Suddenly, his lower belly floods with thick heat, goosebumps spreading all over his body, his toes curling in his boots. 

Suddenly, there is an itch beneath his skin. A buzz. 

His alpha wants. 

His alpha wants this the wolf in front of them that’s superior to anyone they’ve ever met. But it doesn’t want him in a way Jimin’s alpha usually wants omegas or betas. It doesn’t want to hold down, it doesn’t want to simply dominate. 

This feels different.

And even though Jimin has heard tales about Jeon Jungkook and the strange effects he has on others, nothing could've prepared him for the foreign feeling he's hit with now.

His alpha wants to challenge this wolf. It wants to fight it. It wants to own it.

And it wants to be owned by it.

It wants to consume and be consumed.

It wants so bad. 

A shudder runs along Jimin's spine, heat rising in his cheeks, his knees going weak. 

Immediately, Jeon Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his nostrils flaring as he seems to take in what’s going on inside Jimin, trying to unravel all of his secrets and hidden truths. A jolt goes through Jimin’s body at the realization and he squashes his scent, shielding himself from the attempt at prying.

The other’s eyebrows shoot up in curious surprise. He probably isn't used to wolves not laying their innermost selves bare for him. But the way his gaze travels up and down the length of Jimin’s body, the way his eyes darken, the way he wets his lips, speaks of the fact that he has indeed caught on to Jimin’s confusing urges. The air between them turns heavy and loaded and the fear that the other people in the room might be able to smell his mishap too makes Jimin squash his scent even harder. 

“I was told you have a proposition for me,” Jeon Jungkook speaks up, his eyes finding Jimin’s again, gleaming. “We usually don’t knock on the doors of the places we raid.” Jungkook’s men snicker loudly, still standing in front of the door, effectively blocking the main route of escape for Jimin and his people. “But of course I’m curious when it comes to someone like you.” He looks him up and down again, his gaze burning on Jimin’s skin.

Jimin knows what the other means. After all, Jeon Jungkook is not the only one with a reputation. 

Jimin is one, if not the, strongest alpha on this side of the sea. Not just the physically strongest, but also the one with superior enhanced senses, superior regenerative healing, superior mental resilience. He’s the one with the strongest pack bonds, having a deep empathetic connection with every single wolf under his reign, fostering loyalty and unity among all of them. 

His clan has grown vastly in the past couple of years, due to countless victorious battles and countless alliances. It grew so big that Jimin secretly hoped this day would never come. That Jeon Jungkook would never dare to lay a hand on them. In hindsight, he was probably naive in hoping so. Blinded by a false sense of security that comes with such a large community. He should’ve known that Jeon Jungkook doesn’t shy away from any challenge. Quite the opposite. He’s probably enticed by it. Conquering others is his nature after all.

The nature of an enigma.

Enigmas are rare. They are legends. Right now, in this day and age, Jeon Jungkook is the only one known to exist. 

Enigmas are superior to any other secondary gender and they bow to absolutely no one. They are dangerous, driven by the sole desire to dominate and control, the desire for more and more and more power. And they can make anyone submit.

People are afraid of Jeon Jungkook. They either run from him in fear or follow him blindly, there’s no in between. 

When word reached the countries on this side of the ocean a couple of months ago that Jeon Jungkook and his clan had crossed the grand sea and were now attempting to conquer the South, Jimin selfishly used everyone’s fear to expand his own clan. Known as the strongest alpha, leaders all over the country believed his promises of safety, believed that merging their packs with Jimin’s would give them a chance to withstand a possible attack by the feared enigma. 

And somehow, Jimin believed his own promises. 

Somehow, as he watched his clan grow and expand, his army getting bigger and bigger, filled with the strongest alphas known to man, he really thought they were safe. He really thought there was no way Jeon Jungkook would attack. 

When it became clear, however, only a few weeks ago, that he was wrong and that Jeon Jungkook had obvious plans to raid them, Jimin was determined to keep his promises. He had to at least try. He grew fond of the people in his clan, especially the ones living in his royal court. He had to protect them. 

Which is why, for weeks and weeks, he tried to come up with a plan. Endless nights of council with his most trusted advisors to discuss the issue, several formal assemblies to address the matter with nobles, clergy, and other important figures, countless open audiences where his subjects all across his country could come and ask him the questions they obviously had—

In the end, they came to a conclusion. They decided that their best chance at being spared by Jeon Jungkook would be by offering him a deal, in hopes he’ll agree to it:

Vast parts of their land as well as the hand of one of their omegas in exchange for peace and protection. 

The plan was of course not met with only acceptance. 

There were people who called Jimin weak for offering a deal instead of attacking, even though everyone knew that attacking was pointless. 

Others called him cruel for forcing their omegas to offer themselves up to such a monster, even though Jimin had no intention of forcing anyone. The nationwide call for omegas who would be willing to sacrifice their freedom, and maybe even their lives, for the safety of their home was met with an overwhelming response. Omegas from near and far came to offer themselves up. 

Jimin knew, for many of them it wasn't only out of responsibility or the urge to help. It was also because of the allure that the idea of being with an enigma held, because of the excitement that came with the possibility of maybe even mating the strongest wolf known to mankind. A mating bond would of course be the best possible outcome for their clan. It would mean a strong alliance, an alliance never seen before. It’s what everyone is secretly hoping for. 

And this is how, amidst the tense silence of the throne room, dozens of omegas are lined up on Jimin’s left hand side, kneeling on the floor just like everyone else, their heads bowed, wearing nothing but the flimsiest garments, showing off their omegan attributes, trying to be as alluring as possible. 

Jeon Jungkook must’ve noticed them. Yet, so far, he hasn't spared them a glance. His eyes have been glued to Jimin from the moment he entered. Jimin doesn’t want to make sense of the small swell of pride for being noticed like this, squashes it just as quickly as any other reaction the enigma evokes in him. He’s on a mission to keep his clan safe, on a mission to prevent a war. He needs to stay focused. 

“We indeed do.” Jimin sent out his messengers with the proposition weeks ago. When they came back alive, he knew he had the enigma’s attention. “Although, I’d rather submit our proposal to you among a smaller circle.” His eyes flicker over the room of people, most of them cowering on the floor, only the men Jungkook brought standing tall at the back.

The enigma chuckles, his icy blue eyes flashing. 

“I’m a busy man, alpha.” The last part he says in a mocking tone that makes Jimin’s hackles rise, his inner wolf snarling at the way its status is being taunted. Jungkook seems intrigued by his reaction, a grin stretching his lips, his eyes darkening. He probably isn’t met often with this type of defiance. “I don’t like wasting time. Anything you want to say, you can say right here and now.” He makes a sweeping gesture around the room. “No need to be secretive.” 

“Very well,” Jimin says between clenched teeth, his jaw straining, then he raises his voice. 

“We offer you 300 acres of our most fruitful land, as well as an omega of your choosing.” He extends his arm towards the rows of omegas kneeling on the floor, male and female, some of them shockingly young, others older. None of them dare to look up. “In return for mercy.”

Jungkook doesn’t spare the omegas a single glance, his lips twitching in amusement.

“Mercy?”  

“Peace and protection,” Jimin clarifies. “An alliance.” 

The other’s eyebrows shoot up before he chuckles, his fingers running over the leather of the knife sheath strapped to his belt. 

“I don’t need alliances for what you just offered. I could just take it.” 

Jimin expected that. 

“That might be true. But you should know that we would fight back. We would defend ourselves until our last breath.” He lifts his chin, staring down at the other, whose amusement only seems to grow. “In a war, many of the acres would be destroyed. Burnt ground is unusable.” He narrows his eyes and goes on. “Just like dead omegas.” 

Jungkook laughs and for the first time, he throws the kneeling omegas a brief glance. 

“How about this—” He looks back at Jimin and runs his tongue over one of his canines. “If I see anyone to my liking, whose death I might deem a waste, I will entertain your idea.” 

The strain in Jimin’s shoulders grows and he nods stiffly, standing in front of his throne, watching in silence as Jungkook turns and approaches the rows of omegas, his footsteps loud in the otherwise silent room. The atmosphere is heavy with tension, and Jimin still doesn’t dare to inhale too deeply.

“Look at me.” Jungkook’s command echoes around them and the omegas obey immediately, lifting their heads, their eyes meeting him as he strides along the rows. 

Soon, the already heavy air fills with a thick blend of sweet pheromones, with the sounds of rustling clothes as the omegas shift on their knees. Not long after, the first traces of slick penetrate the air, and there is a low growl forming inside Jimin’s throat that he just about swallows down, his alpha unhappy with the sight in front of him, with the enigma moving from omega to omega, studying them intently. 

When he pauses in front of one of them – her lips falling open with a gasp, her cheek flushing with the desire to be chosen – a sharp knot twists in Jimin’s chest, his jaw tightening. Only when Jungkook glances over his shoulder, his eyes that are sparkling with amusement meeting Jimin’s, Jimin remembers that he’s supposed to suppress his treacherous scent. 

A deep chuckle rings through the room before Jungkook continues his walk down the lines until he’s had a look at all of them. Then he slowly turns around, his gaze settling on Jimin. 

The tension in Jimin’s shoulders increases even more as the enigma approaches him and when he sets foot on the first step up to Jimin’s throne, Jimin’s heart starts pounding. He swallows drily and stands his ground, fighting the urge to run while Jungkook walks up step after step until he comes to a halt right in front of him. 

Now it’s Jimin who has to crane his neck. This close, he can see each individual dark eyelash framing those pale eyes that travel over his face, can feel the heat coming from the other’s body. The air between them is heavy and charged, the enigma’s palpable scent of something raw and fierce making it almost impossible to breathe. He flinches when the other steps even closer, so close now that they are almost touching, his breath fanning over Jimin’s face, the intensity of his gaze turning Jimin’s legs weak and his insides hot, his nerves pulled tight.

A slow smile spreads on Jungkook’s lips, sharp teeth flashing. When he speaks up, his voice is a calm low rumble. 

“I choose you.” 

For a heartbeat, time seems to stand still. Then, a collective gasp rings through the room, immediately followed by dead silence when everyone seems to remember what kind of situation they are in.

Jimin stares at the other, his head empty, mind blank. 

What?

“What?” 

Jungkook chuckles, and with two fingers under Jimin’s chin he tips his head up and then to the side, forcing him to bare his neck. Jimin’s pulse goes wild when the other leans in, hot breath ghosting over his sensitive scent gland, his most vulnerable spot. Immediately his alpha is on edge, ready to pounce, ready to fight, Jimin’s vision turning red, his canines digging into his bottom lip. 

One bite by the enigma and he’d be dead. 

Yet, this closeness sends a dangerous thrill down his spine and the audible deep inhale, followed by a pleased hum, has his toes curl, his belly tingling. 

Jungkook pulls back.

“Yeah, I choose you,” he says with finality. His pupils are blown wide, his scent rich and heady, making Jimin’s vision swim, his face growing hot. 

“I—” Jimin swallows nervously. “I’m not p-part of the—I’m not available for choosing—” His voice breaks. 

“And I choose you anyway.” Somehow Jungkook sounds breathless. 

“I’m an alpha.” 

The other grins sharply and he leans in, his fingers still holding Jimin’s chin. 

“And I’m not.” 

Jimin’s flush deepens so quickly that the heat in his face makes him dizzy. He opens and closes his mouth without any sound coming out, which has the other laugh quietly. 

“Keep your omegas and your land. If you offer yourself to me, I’ll spare all packs under your reign.” He takes a step back, his hand falling from Jimin’s face, his next words loud and for everyone to hear, his voice echoing through the room. “We will set up camp in the fields North from here. I’m expecting your decision by noon tomorrow.” His gaze drops to Jimin’s lips briefly, before they meet eyes again. “If I don’t hear back from you by then, we will attack.” 

“It’s the only way,” Jimin mumbles, sitting at the long end of the table, his claws digging into the wooden armrests of his chair. He still hasn’t been able to calm down enough for them to disappear.

“It’s out of the question,” one of his advisers says, his face contorted with fury. “You are our head alpha! Not some random whore!” 

There are murmurs of agreement around the table, it stinks of alpha pheromones and tension, but when Jimin looks at them one by one, some of his advisors sit still, with deep frowns on their faces, not meeting his eyes. 

“I say we attack!” Someone else says.

Jimin throws him a glare. “I will not start a battle that’s already lost. It’s pointless.” 

Hands slam down on the wooden table, a chair toppling over. “Where is your alpha pride?!” 

Jimin sits up taller, fury edging into his bones at his alpha being questioned. 

“Sit down,” he hisses, his vision flashing red and, immediately, the guy complies. “I will not be responsible for countless deaths just because of something trivial like pride. I’m not one of those who put their own status above everything. I won’t ruin our clan just because of arrogance.” 

He huffs and slumps back in his chair. So many omegas were ready to give up their freedom for the sake of their clan. Now it’s his duty to do the same. Besides— Something about this—

Jimin doesn’t finish the thought but he brings his hand up to run his clawed fingers over his chin, the phantom feeling of Jungkook's hand still there. At the memory of the enigma’s face so close to his neck Jimin’s heartbeat quickens, his wolf shivering in a mix of primal fear and nervous excitement. 

“Hoseok,” he speaks up and the one addressed lifts his head, looking at him with wide eyes from where he’s sitting on his left. So far he’s been quiet. “What do you have to say about this?” 

Hoseok has been Jimin’s most trusted advisor for years, they’ve built something like a friendship even. He’s the only beta in their circle and his level-headed opinions are always important to him.

“I—” The beta’s eyes flicker back and forth between Jimin and the advisor who just lost control. “I think we should try to make the most out of it.” 

“What could we possibly make out of such a horrible situation?!” Someone scoffs. 

Hoseok sits up taller. 

“Well, first of all, we need to clarify with Jeon Jungkook what exactly he expects from Jimin. As in—” He clears his throat and throws Jimin a careful glance. “As in how often he expects you to be available for example.”

There’s a low growl ringing through the room. “This is our head alpha you’re talking about.”

“Let him speak,” Jimin says, throwing the alpha a glare before looking at Hoseok again. “Go on. Speak freely.” 

The other nods nervously. 

“What I mean is—for the safety of the clan, we should try to make the most of it. For the safety of the clan but also your safety. We already talked about it when we we decided to offer him an omega. We need to bind him to us." Jimin knows where this is going but he lets him continue. "What if he changes his mind? Whether it's after a night or after a year or after a decade— What if he changes his mind and attacks us? Attacks you—" Hoseok frowns. "We have to make sure it's an agreement even he can't back down from."

“So, you're saying I should ask him to mate me.” 

A murmur goes through the room.

“Yes. Or rather, I was thinking of you trying to make him want to mate you. Win him over, lure him in—”

Jimin swallows drily. “Make him fall in love with me?” 

Hoseok nods and ignores the scoffs from some of the alphas that follow. 

“Think about it. An enigma in love. He would do anything to protect you, right? You and your clan. If you would be mated, he might even grant you reigning powers.” 

A tingle runs down Jimin’s spine, the hint of a thrill, his alpha getting dangerously excited again at the thought of being with the most powerful wolf in existence. The thought of an enigma being his, doing everything for him. He’s sure though, his wolf wouldn’t be this excited anymore if it came to the act of actually submitting, if Jimin was physically held down and—

His toes curl under the table as he tries to keep the graphic images from popping up in his mind. Not surprisingly, he feels his fangs growing again, his wolf caught in a weird rush of excitement, confusion, and sudden fury at the foreign thoughts. 

“There might even be a way to make him want to mate you more.” Hoseok’s voice brings him back to reality. 

He frowns. “Which would be?” 

“Challenge him.” 

“I think we’ve established that I’d rather not start a war.” 

“Not in that kind of way.” Hoseok leans forward in his chair. “I was thinking about the things you excel at and had an idea. You’re resilient and I think we all saw that it’s not as easy for him to make you submit as it is with others. Which is why he wants to make you submit even more. Taking challenges excites enigmas. Now, another thing you excel at is speed. You’re the fastest wolf anyone has ever seen, even in your human form.” 

“And you want them to race, or what?” One of Jimin’s advisors scoffs. 

“Kind of, but no.” Hoseok looks at Jimin. “A chase.” 

Jimin blinks. “As in—we compete in chasing an omega?” 

“No, challenge him to chase you.” 

Jimin’s frown deepens. Chases are outdated. They once were a crucial part of the process by which omegas selected their mates if they had multiple suitors competing for their attention. Now that mating is more based on feelings of love and affection, rather than the strength and speed of an alpha or beta, chases haven’t really been around anymore. Especially because they often put wolves into primal states and lead to accidental—

Jimin’s eyes widen.

Accidental mating. 

He looks at Hoseok. “I don’t think he'd agree to it. It would probably anger him.”

“I think the way you present the idea to him could make a difference. Don’t forget, enigmas love challenges.” 

As Jimin, flanked by two of his strongest soldiers, is led across the vast field towards Jungkook’s camp, his neck is rigid with tension. The air smells of freshly cut grass, the smokey traces of campfire and the lingering scent of pine from the nearby forest. Intermingling are the musky undertones of alpha, and the hint of something raw and primal. A hint of enigma. 

They walk through the maze of tents, which are made of sturdy canvas, their surfaces covered in painted symbols and insignia Jimin doesn’t understand. Countless flags bearing Jungkook’s crest flutter in the breeze, looming over their heads. Jimin notices the disciplined organization of the camp, with different sections designated for various purposes, from armory to provision, a constant hum of activity filling the air.

Finally, they arrive at the largest tent, the canvas dyed in a rusty color, the structure imposing. Undoubtedly Jungkook’s quarters. Two guards flank the entrance and they’re scrutinizing them from head to toe, before pulling one of the tent flaps to the side. 

“Only the head alpha,” one of them growls. 

Jimin nods at his men to stay back and swallows down the nervousness clogging his throat before he steps into the tent with his head held high. 

The insides are even more spacious than he expected. A large, intricately woven rug covers the floor, a low table sitting right in its center, bearing a map of the surrounding territory. Of Jimin’s home. His fingers twitch. The warm glow of dim lanterns casts eerie shadows on the walls that dance slightly when the tent is hit with a particularly powerful breeze. 

It smells of him. Of Jeon Jungkook. But not as intensely as Jimin expected, his inner wolf surprisingly tame, no looming presence making his skin crawl.

It seems the enigma isn’t here yet. 

Jimin steps further into the tent, his gaze drawn to the back where a bed dominates the space, simple but surprisingly large, considering it has to be dismantled and built anew for every travel, its mattress covered with soft looking fabrics. Beside the bed an oil lamp as well as various trinkets and personal belongings are neatly arranged on top of a wooden chest. When Jimin steps closer he’s hit with a faint saccharine smell of omega arousal and the bitterness of lust. He grimaces. Of course, Jungkook has sex on that bed. His alpha stiffens, unhappy, a low growl forming in the back of Jimin's throat and he has just enough time to swallow it down and turn around, when the tent flaps are pushed to the side loudly and the space fills with the scent of pine and leather and something rough and untamed. 

“Head Alpha,” Jeon Jungkook grins from the entrance, his eyes traveling over the length of Jimin’s body. 

Immediately, Jimin has to suppress the urge of wanting to sink to his knees, the powerful presence making his head swim. 

Jungkook’s hair is a bit windswept, his low-cut shirt revealing glimpses of pecs. Resting against his naked skin is a golden pendant in the form of his crest hung on a leather chain, the metal shining in the warm glow of the lanterns. A leather belt hugs his narrow waist tightly, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. Only when he steps into the tent in his sturdy boots, Jimin is able to shake himself out of it. 

“You’re early,” Jungkook says and passes him to collect a bottle from a small wooden shelf beside Jimin, as well as two cups, the fabric of his shirt grazing Jimin’s arm in the process. 

“I wanted to get it over with,” Jimin huffs. 

The other just chuckles, and gestures at the low table with the map on it. “Take a seat.” 

Slowly, Jimin walks over and sinks down on one of the seating cushions stiffly. Only a moment later the map is folded up and put aside, the bottle taking its place. Then Jungkook takes a seat at the other side of the table opposite to him and unscrews the cork with elegant fingers before pouring the red liquid into the cups, the rich scent of wine filling the air. 

“So—given you’re here, I’m sure you’ve made your decision?” The enigma takes a sip, his eyes sparkling, looking at Jimin over the rim of the cup.

Jimin’s hands curl around his own cup in front of him. 

“No. I haven’t.” 

The other’s eyebrows wander up. “I’m sure I made myself clear.” He puts his drink down. “If you don’t give me an answer today, we’ll attack.” 

“By noon,” Jimin points out before taking a sip himself, the wine heavy and dry on his tongue. “You wanted an answer by noon and it’s not noon yet.” He licks the remnants of red liquid from his lips and catches Jungkook’s eyes following the movement. “I have questions.” 

The enigma chuckles and bends his leg to rest his arm on his knee. The movement has his low-cut shirt ride a bit lower and to the side, exposing more of his pectoral, and Jimin makes an effort not to stare.  

“Ask away.” 

Bringing his cup to his lips once more, Jimin stalls for time, trying to ground himself. He needs to be smart and careful about this, and those enigma pheromones make it really hard to think. Jungkook must know what kind of effect he has on Jimin right now, the ever-present amused curl of lips indicating as much. His pale eyes glimmer with curiosity as if he’s testing the waters, wanting to find out how hard he has to push to make Jimin lose control. Thankfully, sitting like this takes off some of the urge to sink to his knees and bow. An urge that has been tingling at the bottom of his spine ever since the enigma stepped into the tent. 

“What would my end of the bargain entail?” Jimin asks after swallowing his wine. He probably shouldn’t drink this much. 

The enigma looks at him with a mix of amusement and surprise. 

“I think I made it pretty obvious that I want to fuck you.” 

Something hot and cold washes over Jimin, a mix of shame, arousal and pure fury. His alpha makes itself big inside him, his vision flashing red and before he even notices what he’s doing, a growl rumbles in his chest.

Jungkook’s lips stretch into a grin and he sits up taller. 

“And that’s exactly why.” He leans over the table. “The amount of pheromones I’m pumping out right now and you’re not even faced.” He licks his lips, his eyes half-lidded as they wander over Jimin’s sitting form, making his belly tingle. “Any other alpha would’ve already climbed into my lap and begged me for it. But you—” He laughs breathlessly. “You really are the strongest.” 

Enigmas love challenges. 

Jimin lifts his chin and wills the tingle in his belly down. “And still you want to fuck me like an omega.” 

The other’s eyebrows wander up as he leans back again. 

“I don’t want to fuck you like an omega. I want to fuck you like an alpha. Like someone who can take it. Someone who can take me.”

Jimin’s face burns hot like fire, the confusing feeling of arousal mingling with anger making it almost impossible for him to calm his wolf down. 

Jungkook chuckles. “You're displeased.” 

“Are you surprised?” Jimin sniffs. “Obviously I’m not keen on being one of your whores.”

“If you're into travel you could be my only whore.” 

Something about that has Jimin’s stomach flip. He ignores it. 

“Absolutely not," he hisses. "I have Head Alpha duties here. That’s why I’m asking: What would my end of the bargain entail? You grant us mercy, what exactly do you expect from me in return?”

“Ah,” Jungkook nods in understanding, reaching out to slide his fingertip along the bottle’s neck to catch a drop of wine, licking it off his finger after. “We need a base here in the South, from where we can organize our raids. The location of your court is perfect.”

“You expect me to allow you and your people living space within our walls?” 

“Yes. And you’ll let me have you whenever I feel like it.”

Jimin growls. “I have my pride.”

Jungkook’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, his smile widening. “Have you been fucked before, Head Alpha?” 

Jimin’s lips pull back in a snarl, his canines growing, his hands clutching his cup tightly. “That’s none of your business.” 

“So that’s a yes.” 

“It is not.” 

“Ah, I’d be your first then?” 

Jimin grits his teeth so hard that he can hear the grinding in his ears. Truth is, yes, Jungkook would be the first to do that to him. Which doesn’t mean he hasn’t enjoyed—butt stuff before. By himself. In the comfort of his privat chambers, under his sheets, without anyone knowing. 

“Don’t worry, it wouldn’t hurt. You’d get wet and ready all by yourself.” Jungkook chuckles and takes another sip of wine. “I’m already curious what your slick tastes like.” 

Jimin almost chokes on his own spit. 

“I’m an alpha.”  

“Alphan bodies react differently to sex with me,” the other explains nonchalantly. “You’ll see.” 

“Are you implying I would produce slick?” 

Jungkook looks confused. “I’m not just implying it. It’s what I’m saying.” 

Jimin stares at him. For a moment his entire body feels ice cold, his inner wolf has never been that quiet before. And then a hot throb pulses through his middle, his fingers twitching around the cup, his lips falling open with a gasp when arousal hits him like a kick to the stomach at the absolutely forbidden thought of—producing slick. 

Suddenly, Jungkook’s hold around his cup visibly tightens too. His nostrils flare, his pupils contract, something dark flashing through his eyes. 

“It excites you,” he growls and leans over the table, bringing his face closer to Jimin’s, taking another deep breath before he reaches out and puts his fingers under Jimin’s chin, tipping it up. “You like the idea.” 

Jimin clamps his mouth shut and swallows thickly, his heart hammering in his throat. He searches for his alpha, waits for it to rear up, and it takes shockingly long for him to find it. When he finally does, he lets it bleed into his veins, relief washing over him when his body jolts with something fierce. A hiss rips from his throat when he slaps Jungkook’s hand away, his claws slashing the other’s skin in the process. 

Satisfaction floods him when Jungkook winces and yanks his hand back, knocking over his cup while doing so, the crimson red liquid sloshing all over the table, staining his white shirt. He bares his teeth at Jimin, a low terrifying growl sounding through the tent, followed by an intense wave of pheromones. Jimin sways in his seat from sudden dizziness, digging his claws into the cushion, trying to hold on to his composure.

When Jungkook rises to his feet, a sudden spike of fear startles Jimin into fight or flight mode. He leaps to his feet too, snarling at Jungkook, who quickly rounds the table, closing the distance between them.

“Careful, alpha,” he growls and Jimin staggers back in response to the other's overwhelming presence stepping right into his space, only for his wolf to lock his legs into place a heartbeat later, forcing him to hold his ground. They are not going to back down. “This,” Jungkook lifts his bleeding hand, the cuts of Jimin’s claws deep. “Is not gonna fly here.” 

He’s so close now, that his breath is fanning over Jimin’s face, who clenches his trembling hands into fists, feeling the bite of his own claws digging into his palms. 

“Then don’t disrespect me,” he spits, his pulse racing, his mind clouded by the pheromones they are both emitting. Pheromones that speak of aggression, that are fighting for power.

Jungkook's lips pull back in a snarl, revealing lengthening fangs, their tips razor sharp. 

“If you aren’t here to agree to my terms, fucking say so. We can speed this up.” 

“I’m here to ask questions.” 

“Then fucking do.” 

They are both breathing hard and Jimin hates how he has to crane his neck to look at the other. Somewhere deep inside his mind he knows that this is not going the way he planned it to, but his wolf is too riled up to let him think clearly. 

“I’m not letting just anyone touch me,” he snarls. “Not just any random wolf can have me.” 

Jungkook’s expression darkens. “Are you saying I’m just anyone?” He rumbles. “A random wolf?” 

His scent laces with something sharp and dangerous, and it takes everything in Jimin not to back away. 

“I’m saying I don’t know if you’re worthy.” His alpha cringes at his own words, knowing very well that the wolf in front of them is even more than worthy, and the thunderous growl that immediately follows makes Jimin's heart pound quicker. Before he can even react, he’s grabbed by his hair. 

“Submit." Jungkook yanks his head back and Jimin winces at the dull pain. His legs weaken at another onslaught of pheromones, drool pooling under his tongue when he’s hit with sudden hunger. 

“No,” he gasps, fighting the urge to drop to his knees and bury his face in the enigma’s crotch. 

“Fucking submit.”

The order, spoken in a voice that vibrates all throughout Jimin’s body, rushes into his mind like lightning, his throat constricting around a whine, his sight blurring as he fights the command. He tries to hold on to his alpha's rage, tries to push away the overwhelming urge to submit, to present himself, to beg for whatever the other wants to do to him. He bites his bottom lip, hard, grounding himself, and a few heartbeats later his vision clears just enough so he can see Jungkook’s chest rising and falling rapidly, just like Jimin’s. The air tastes of hunger. Of desire, of arousal, that rolls over Jimin’s skin, leaving traces of heat. His claws cut into his own palms so deeply now that he can smell blood, mixing with the smell of the blood on Jungkook’s hand, metallic, sweet. 

“No,” he says again, just a whisper this time, his mind swimming.

There is a frustrated growl, the grip in his hair tightening. The pain grounds Jimin even more, pulling him back to reality.

“I don’t have to prove my worth to you.”

“And yet, I’m challenging you.” When Jimin licks his lips it tastes of copper. Without noticing he has bitten them bloody. 

Jungkook’s gaze flickers down to the movement. 

“And what challenge would that be?”  

Now or never.

“You can have me if you can catch me.” 

Jungkook stares at him blankly for a moment, then a wild grin spreads on his face, his pupils contracting. He leans in and the faint grace of lips against his own almost makes Jimin’s eyes roll back.

“Are you asking for a chase, little wolf?” Jungkook chuckles deeply. “Want me to hunt you down in the woods?” 

“I’m the fastest runner,” Jimin says, his heartbeat racing so hard that he's dizzy from it. “If you manage to catch me, I know you’re worthy. Then you can have me.” 

His breath hitches when Jungkook yanks his head further back before pressing his nose into a spot under Jimin’s jaw, inhaling deeply. Then he comes up and puts his lips to Jimin’s ear. 

“I’ll tell you something,” he whispers, his breath hot. Jimin’s toes curl, all his nerves pulled tight. “If you can outrun me, I’ll grant you immunity.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

The other pulls back and grins down at him. “We will start at midnight, behind the hill at the edge of the woods.” His gaze travels over Jimin’s face. There is something excited in his scent, something thrilled. “If I’m not able to catch you by sunrise, you and your clan, all of your people, all of your land, are granted immunity. We will not attack, we will leave you in peace, we will not use this location as our base, no service in return necessary.” 

Jimin stares at him and the thrill catches, rolls down his spine in a shiver of excitement. 

“No wolf forms allowed,” Jungkook continues. “The one who shifts first loses.”

“And if you catch me?” Jimin rasps, not able to look away from those pale blue eyes that are almost swallowed by the blackness of blown wide pupils now. “If you catch me, is the original deal still on?”

Jungkook chuckles. “When I catch you before the sun is up, I will still grant you peace. We won’t attack, but this area will be our base. And–” He leans in and presses his lips to Jimin’s ear again. “I will fuck you every single night until your cute little ass will leak slick all over the place at just the thought of me having my way with you.”

Jimin’s stomach is burning with need and when the other pulls back, he knows he can smell it, the telltale glint of amusement shining in his eyes. 

“Deal?” 

Jimin swallows nervously. “Deal,” he croaks. 

Jungkook stares down at him a moment longer before he lets his hand fall from his hair. 

“Good.” He steps back and, finally, it’s a bit easier for Jimin to breathe. “Then I’ll see you at midnight.” The enigma grins. “Wear something cute.” He pauses, before a hint of mischievous excitement flashes over his face. “Or rather, I’ll have something sent to you. Wear that.” 

The soil is cool under Jimin’s bare feet, the silky fabric of the gown Jungkook sent him flowing around his legs in the wind, caressing his thighs. It’s shockingly short and very inappropriate for an alpha, he’s not wearing anything underneath and the white fabric is almost see through, making him feel exposed under the moonlight and under his gaze. 

Goosebumps prickle across his skin. 

He knows Jungkook is already here too, watching him from somewhere in the shadows. It’s almost midnight after all. Almost time to run. And if Jimin is caught before sunrise, his life will change forever. 

Tonight, in the darkness, Jungkook is the hunter. And Jimin is his prey. 

The wind rustling through the leaves picks up and he hugs his middle to shield himself from the cold before sniffing the air, trying to locate where exactly the enigma is hiding. There is a hint of leather in the wind, but it seems to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. His eyes dart around and he tries to swallow down the nerves. His wolf is on edge, the need to shift itching under his skin, but he’s not allowed to. They said no wolf forms. The one who shifts loses.

“Are you gonna sneak up on me the moment midnight strikes?” He asks into the darkness, not able to hide the tremor in his voice. 

For a moment it’s silent. Then the heaviness of the enigma’s scent increases, a low chuckle rolling across the area, sending goosebumps over Jimin’s skin. He whirls around when Jungkook steps out of the shadows to his left. 

“I was actually thinking about giving you a head start,” the enigma drawls as he crosses the distance with his hands buried in the pockets of his pants, his bare feet almost inaudible on the soil. He’s shirtless and Jimin’s mouth goes dry at the sight of naked skin, of defined ab muscles shifting with every step. There are two jagged scars running diagonally over his ripped stomach, starting under his right pectoral and ending above his left hip bone. They shimmer almost silvery in the moonlight. 

When he stops in front of Jimin, he lets his eyes wander over his outfit, his lips quirking into a grin.

“It suits you.”

“It’s tasteless.”

“Yet you’re wearing it.” He looks him up and down again, his gaze pausing on the area where the gown falls along the curve of Jimin's hips. “You listen well.”

Jimin flushes, his wolf restless and nervous and fucking angry. It can sense what’s about to happen, the predatory scent rolling off of Jungkook in hot waves, laced with a hint of arousal, filling Jimin with the alphan urge to fight, to stand his ground and attack. But deep beneath his skin, there is an itch of something else. A burning need, a confusing sense of excitement. 

When their eyes meet, he lifts his chin in defiance. A gesture that makes Jungkook’s grin widen. 

“So, do you want that head start or not?” 

“I don’t need a head start.” 

Jimin doesn’t want to give the enigma that satisfaction. Plus, he really is confident in his abilities. Just like he’s been able to shake off Jungkook’s pheromone attacks and his enigma commands so far – at least for the most part – he thinks he can outrun him. He’s fast and has great stamina, he knows these woods like the back of his hand, even at night, he’s agile enough to easily make it even through the thickest parts, where the trees stand close and narrow. 

He can do this. 

“If you say so.” 

The wind picks up and Jimin can taste the shift of time in the air. Midnight is just around the corner. Jungkook seems to sense it too because his eyes darken and he tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck. 

“It’s about to strike midnight.” He takes a step in.

“I know.” Jimin stands his ground, his shoulders tensing. 

“You should run.”

“I told you, I don’t need a head start. I will start running at the first chime of the bell tower.” 

“Well—” Jungkook briefly looks over his shoulder where the town hides behind the hills, swallowed by darkness. When he turns back around, his eyes seem to glow, a sudden wave of pheromones penetrating the air, sharp and intense. A warning. 

“That will be the case in ten, nine—” He takes another step forward and is less than an arm’s length away now. Even though his hands are still buried in his pockets, Jimin is overly aware that he could grab him anytime. His muscles lock and he shifts his weight, ready to dodge. 

“Eight,” Jungkook’s voice is nothing but a low rumble. “Seven-”

“Six,” Jimin interrupts him, his heart hammering in his throat and Jungkook’s pupils contract, something in the air straining, smelling of salt and metal, something that Jimin can taste all the way in his throat. 

Tension. Hunger. 

His wolf trashes inside him. 

Run. 

“Five—four,” he goes on, feeling his canines lengthening, red bleeding into his vision. “Three—” He shifts on his feet, angling his body away while the enigma pulls his hands out of his pockets, clawed fingers flexing as he widens his stance and Jimin stares at them when he whispers: “Two—”

Jungkook licks his lips, his eyes narrow, a predatory gaze taking over, his voice deep when he speaks up.

“One.” 

The first chime of the bell rolling over the hills flashes through Jimin’s body like lightning and just as Jungkook lashes out at him with a growl, he jumps to the side and sets off, making a beeline for the trees. 

He moves his legs without thought, his bare feet barely hitting the ground as he runs as fast as he can. Blood pounds in his ears, the scent of moss and fallen leaves filling his nose when he reaches the forest. He ducks under a low branch and jumps down a shallow slope, thicket scratching his legs, getting caught in his gown, ripping the fabric, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

Run. Run. Run.

He doesn’t dare to turn around, but he can hear him. His footfalls, his breathing. He’s not far behind. 

Adrenaline pushes Jimin to run faster. He’s known these woods ever since he was a pup. He knows the best hiding spots and the quietest paths. 

And he takes advantage of them. 

He maneuvers around twisted trees, changes directions, leaps over roots— and slowly, he gains distance between himself and Jungkook, notices the sounds behind him slowly becoming quieter and farther away.

Dead leaves and twigs crunch under his feet when he lands with a soft grunt after jumping down another slope, setting off in a different direction yet again, trying to breathe steadily – in through his nose, out through his mouth – squashing his scent, determined to blend in with his surroundings as best as he can. 

His wolf is burning under his skin, his instinct telling him to shift so he can run faster, but he ignores them, knowing he’s not allowed to.

Cold air lashes his face as he keeps running and running and running, the thick cluster of trees around him slowly becoming denser, until it’s so dense that one tree is no more than two or three feet away from the next. They reach high into the night sky, the foliage drowning out most of the moonlight. And while that makes it harder for Jimin to see, even with his alpha vision, and even though he has to focus a lot more to prevent colliding with the trunks, this could play out in his favor. 

Maybe if he manages to climb one of the trees, he can get a little bit of a break.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been running for. He has great stamina, but an entire night of running would take a toll on anyone, even on him. He’ll definitely have to take a break here and there. And during those breaks he’ll be most vulnerable. 

He strains his ears, trying to listen for any noises indicating that Jungkook is near but he only hears— nothing. 

That’s good.

Just a little bit more.

He keeps running further, takes a few turns, tries to get his scent across the area in different patterns to confuse Jungkook. 

And then his eyes zero in on a low-bearing branch in the distance. 

That’s his chance. 

He tries to speed up while keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible, making a beeline for it, the muscle in his thighs locking and then he jumps, curling his hands around the rough bark, hoisting himself up and quickly climbing into the tree’s canopy, higher and higher.

He only stops when the branches get to thin and weak to hold him, leaves obscuring his sight.

Then he stills.

His heart is pounding in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to even out his breathing, his damp fingers holding onto the bark of the trunk while he balances his weight on the branch he’s crouching on. He looks down between the leaves, eyes darting over the ground, trying to make out what’s going on below him. 

It’s silent. Nothing but the soft rustling of wind can be heard, then the distant call of an owl. 

Even though Jimin is slowly able to catch his breath, a weird type of anticipation is keeping his heart rate up. Only now that he’s not moving anymore, he becomes aware of the dampness of sweat on his skin. 

Sweat that Jungkook is probably able to smell. Just like the blood from the tiny scrapes the thicket has left on Jimin’s legs.

It’s only a matter of time. Jimin has to keep moving soon. 

He sucks in a deep breath, then pushes it out. 

He does that twice before it happens. 

The sound. 

The crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves. 

He freezes.

That's way too close for his liking. 

Movement under the tree makes all his muscles lock, his heart pounding even harder when Jungkook steps into view, coming to a halt right below Jimin. 

Immediately he’s hit with the other's scent. 

Enigma. 

An Enigma on the hunt. 

It makes Jimin’s head swim, his alpha rearing up inside him because of the threat below, undecided whether to run or attack, and Jimin presses his lips together, holds his breath to keep the scent from messing with his head further, even though something deep inside him wants nothing more than to open his mouth and nose and breathe it all in. Because there is something else about it. Something intoxicating. 

He notices that the other is breathing hard too, his chest rising and falling in the dim moonlight with a sheen of sweat as well. He looks around. Then he pauses. 

The only warning Jimin gets is Jungkook’s muscles visibly locking before he lifts his head, his icy gaze snapping up into the tree. 

Jimin’s core throbs with a hot rush when their eyes meet.

Jungkook’s pupils are blown wide and only now Jimin recognizes the intoxicating smell as excitement. 

Before he can think about it any further, the enigma’s eyes zero in on a low branch. Jimin’s heart stops and a startled sound leaves him when the other jumps, holding on to it, before pulling himself up and climbing towards Jimin with surprisingly quick and agile movements. The tree shakes under his weight and Jimin, without a second thought, pushes himself off, twigs lashing his face, a sharp pain shooting through his ankle when he lands feet first on the forest floor. 

Shit. 

He ignores it and takes off again, relieved that there doesn’t seem to be any lasting damage, the pain slowly subsiding.

How the hell did Jungkook manage to hide his scent from him for so long? How was he able to approach Jimin without him noticing, until he was right there?!

Jimin swears under his breath, blindly racing through the woods without even so much as a glance back over his shoulder. This is going to be a lot harder than he thought. And there are still remnants of that hot rush burning under his skin that he doesn’t want to make sense of. 

Jimin doesn’t know how long he’s been running for. 

His breath is wild in his ears, his heart is on fire, there is a stitch in his right side that’s spreading all the way into his shoulder, his feet are numb, suddenly squelching in wet mud. 

He curses between clenched teeth.

He’s at the river again.

He’s lost track of his surroundings and his sense of direction entirely. He was here earlier tonight, had taken a moment to gulp down a few handfuls of water before the snapping of a twig indicated that Jungkook had caught up to him, sending him into another sprint. 

It’s his tactic. Jimin has realized that by now. 

He forces Jimin to expend his energy, he wants to tire him out, gives him just enough time to catch his breath, to calm his heartbeat, keeping him from collapsing from exhaustion, only to drive him to the edge of exertion again. And again and again. 

It’s terrifying, evil, and mean.

It’s how wolves hunt. 

And exactly how Jimin would do it too. 

Every time Jungkook comes close, he lets Jimin know only at the very final moment. He's terrifyingly good at hiding his scent, which adds a constant a layer of uncertainty and tension to the whole ordeal. And every time they come face to face, Jimin loses his mind a little bit more. 

He’s high on adrenaline, lost in a foreign thrill. He’s buzzing. He’s sweaty. He’s hot, his nerves pulled tight, and every time he comes close, Jungkook’s pheromones are adding to the thick blanket clouding his mind. 

Jungkook smells so good. He smells of exhilaration, of want, and clearly of arousal, he smells wild with the urge to hunt, to catch, to own.

To be on the receiving end of all that scares Jimin. It also angers him, his alpha urging him to fight that wolf who thinks he can have them just like that. And it excites him. It makes his heart race and his cock throb. 

Jimin doesn’t know when exactly he’s grown hard. 

Maybe it happened when he smelled the enigma’s arousal for the first time. 

Maybe it happened when he cowered behind that tree in the darkness, trying to catch his breath for a moment, and Jungkook jumped him out of nowhere, with a growl so deep that it vibrated through Jimin’s entire body. He ducked away just in time, his heart fluttering like it was about to explode when the enigma’s fingertips brushed his upper arm ever so slightly before Jimin was able to bring some distance between them, falling into a sprint. It was close, way too close, and Jimin couldn’t forget the sensation of the touch, couldn’t stop wondering what would’ve happened if Jungkook would’ve caught him right then and there. Would he have slammed him against the trunk of the tree? Would he have kicked his legs apart and had his way with him? 

Yeah, maybe that’s when Jimin’s grown hard. 

Or maybe it was when he caught sight of Jungkook a while later at that river and noticed the bulge of an erection under the fabric of his pants. Back then Jimin had of course long caught the smell of arousal but seeing it was different. Seeing that Jungkook was hard and a little flushed, holding a wild look in his eyes, a wild look meant only for Jimin—

Or maybe it was at an entirely different point in time. Jimin doesn’t know. 

All he knows is that the burning sensation simmering under his skin makes him sweat even more. It’s like a fire in his chest that’s heating up his face, spreading through his limbs, making it difficult to breathe, that centers over and over again, his lower stomach burning with the thrill of it all. 

It’s almost painful to run like this, with his balls pulled tight, with the fabric of his gown brushing over the wet tip of his cock. But he doesn’t have time to do anything about it, to adjust or something along the lines, neither to sort out his fucked up thoughts and feelings. 

All he can do is run. 

Through soil and grass and undergrowth. Scrabbling up and down slopes on his hands and knees, his white flimsy garments ripped and caked with mud. It’s humiliating as well as intoxicating. He runs and runs, he stumbles and falls, he drags himself up with a curse. His lungs are burning and there is a metallic taste at the back of his throat, his fangs scraping against his bottom lip. 

As he keeps going, stumbling around trunks of trees for what seems like hours, there is once again an all too familiar sound popping up. The sound of footsteps pounding after his own.

Jungkook is still at a distance, but he’s closing in again.  

Jimin’s heart surges into his throat as he tries to run faster. He’s making far too much noise, his nerves vibrating through him. 

Run. Run. Run. 

He can tell Jungkook is picking up his pace too, now he can even hear his breathing, can smell him again.

Primal and rich and heady and intoxicating. 

With every breath Jimin’s mind becomes more and more clouded while at the same time more and more alert, a bizarre mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

He feels alive. 

He pushes himself harder, tries to run faster, his feet flying over the forest floor, and the persistent sound of Jungkook’s approaching footsteps gets louder too, the enigma closing in, the scent getting stronger and Jimin’s sight blurs. 

By now he’s running almost blindly, and when he breaks through the cluster of trees, it takes him a moment to realize he’s stumbled into a clearing. 

Here, from the starry night sky overhead, the moon is shining bright, illuminating his surroundings, illuminating him. Too out in the open. Too exposed. Too obvious. He grits his teeth, makes a sprint for it, his legs burning as he rushes across the open area towards the trees on the other side. 

He can still hear Jungkook’s footsteps, can hear his breathing. 

A low growl vibrates through the air, hitting something deep inside his stomach and suddenly, his nose floods with an intense wave of his own scent, all his muscles locking, his body contracting right there. 

He yelps and stumbles at a sudden wet sensation between his legs, loses his footing, his knees slamming into the ground. 

He sobs, wants to scramble to his feet, but his hole contracts once more and another glob of wetness slides out, trickling down his inner thigh, making his knees collapse again.

He’s leaking slick. 

A whine leaves his throat as he barely manages to crawl across the clearing, thighs shaking, nails digging into the dirt, Jungkook is coming closer and Jimin whips around, scrambles backwards, his arms giving out under him and then his back connects with the trunk of a tree. 

The enigma looks wild as he crosses the area. Even wilder than Jimin feels. Dark and angry. Dangerous. His skin is pale under the moonlight, shining with dampness, his hair tousled and damp too, his breathing loud as he slows down, stalking closer, strong, steady, menacing, with a dangerous glint in his eyes that flicker down between Jimin’s legs, where the short gown is not doing much to cover anything up. His nostrils flare and Jimin can clearly see the jump of his cock even under the fabric of his pants.

“You done?” Jungkook asks, voice breathless and deep, coming closer and closer until he’s right in front of Jimin, who presses himself to the tree in his back. 

Jungkook puts his palms against the bark, towering over him, looming, wrapping him up in his scent and obscuring the moon above. He's looking down at him in a way that has Jimin’s mouth go dry. Like this he seems so much bigger than him. Not just in size, but in presence. In power. In energy. 

Jimin’s heart booms and so does his cock, throbbing in the same rhythm his hole does, both leaking an obscene amount under the enigma’s gaze. His mind is swimming. What’s gonna happen now?

“Are you done?” The enigma repeats, accentuating every single word. 

Jimin’s mind is a mess, his throat too tight to speak, his heart beating too hard, his breathing too labored. 

He shakes his head. 

Jungkook licks his lips and bares his fangs. 

“Then keep running, alpha.” 

There is a rush in Jimin’s ears, a heated tingle at the base of his spine. He stares up at the other. 

Jungkook growls.

“Run.” 

The last bit of air is punched out of his lungs as the enigma’s command rushes like lightning through every single vein in his body. He barely notices himself rolling to the side, scrambling behind the tree, where he somehow manages to get to his feet and break into a run again. 

By now Jimin is sprinting on instincts and nothing else. 

He can’t even feel his feet anymore, his legs are burning, just like his lunges. He makes desperate noises with every breath and he can’t fucking stop. 

His thighs are covered in slick, his cock ready to burst, branches pulling at his hair and scratching his face. He doesn’t want to run anymore. He wants this to end. He wants—He wants.

Jungkook has disappeared again. Jimin can’t hear him anymore, can’t smell him or sense him.

Where is he? 

He only notices he’s reached the edge of the forest when he stumbles out of it and it takes another moment until he recognizes the wide lake in front of him as the one on the very outskirts of his territory. The fleeting awareness of how far he’s run is overshadowed by the sudden realization that the water of the lake is sparkling in cool light. Morning light.

His eyes snap towards the horizon. 

A tiny sliver is painting the sky behind the hills in an orange hue. 

The sun is almost up, not yet peeking over the hills but almost. Almost. 

He keeps sprinting across the area, towards the lake. 

He’s almost made it.

His nerves are jangled, his body running on reserve, and he watches the sliver of light growing, turning brighter. 

Almost there. 

Where is he? 

Jimin’s heart is pulsing in his throat, pounding in his ears, mixing with the sound of his footfalls on the lake’s pebble beach. 

Where is he? 

Why is he not catching him? 

His chest squeezes with something heavy, he has no breath left in his lungs. 

The sky turns brighter.

Slick is running down his leg, his body calling out.

It’s almost time.

Where the hell is he? 

Fucking catch me. 

The sound of footsteps behind him has Jimin sob in relief. 

And then a heavy body slams into him. Hard. 

He’s grabbed by his neck and pushed to his knees, another load of slick sliding out of him at the intense scent he’s suddenly surrounded with. He moans weakly as he’s forced fully down until his chest and cheek are pressing into the ground, his ass high up in the air. The position is foreign, his alpha confused. It feels wrong, yet so right in a twisted way. Before Jimin can think further about it, there is the sudden sound of fabric tearing, and then the remnants of his gown slide over his skin and off his body.

He doesn’t even think twice about the fact that he’s entirely naked now. Suddenly, his deeply rooted instincts are overshadowed by something else. He's wiggling his butt in excitement, even though it’s uncomfortable kneeling in the pebbles like this. His scent glands are emitting bitter-sweet pheromones, his alpha suddenly needy and eager, presenting. 

He’s vaguely aware of Jungkook’s labored breathing, his cock jumping at the sound of a low growl, his entire body tensing, his stomach pulling tight when the other’s big frame leans over him, his chest hot against Jimin’s back, his lips gliding over Jimin’s sweaty neck. 

Jimin’s heart surges, he tilts his head, baring his neck.

There is the faint scrape of fangs.

Yes.

But the bite never comes. Instead, Jimin's mouth falls open at the sudden sensation of two thick fingers thrusting into him in one go, easily sliding through the wetness, slamming right into his prostate with a squelching sound.  

That’s all it takes. 

His voice echoes over the lake as he cries out with the orgasm that crashes into him. A twisted sweet sensation that has him jerk and whimper, pebbles clattering under his fingers when his hands search for something to hold on to. Heat bleeds into his mind as he soils the ground below with his cum, violently clenching around the fingers inside him, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each wave of release. 

It takes a while for it to subside, for the jerking and jittering to stop, for his mind to return into his body. He’s gasping for air, blinking wetly, tears running down his cheeks that he wasn’t aware of before. 

The morning sun warms his skin and he’s in shambles, his chest squeezing when Jungkook’s hot lips glide from his neck to his shoulder, over his back, down to his ass. There, the fingers slip out of him wetly, leaving Jimin clenching, and only a heartbeat later his mouth falls open again with a quiet sob when something warm and soft slides through the wetness back there, dipping into him. 

A tongue.

Jimin startles at the revelation, his face burning with shame, but everything is forgotten when Jungkook hums, the pleased sound vibrating through Jimin, making his toes curl. He smells pleased too, and Jimin’s chest blooms at the thought of the enigma enjoying the taste of him. His alpha is purring inside him, more content than it’s ever been, and something about it is shocking, yet not surprising at all. Somehow it feels right, like puzzle pieces that are made to fit. 

Jimin’s cock is still rock hard and being eaten out by Jungkook has him dribble precum again, his stomach pulling tight once more. Mindlessly, he reaches back, fingers tangling in Jungkook's hair as he forces the other's head further into him, shoving that hot tongue deeper. By the time said tongue is joined by fingers, two, then three, stretching him open, his breathing is coming in short gasps, the pleasure increasing, his muscles locking, and then everything happens so quickly that he only manages a surprised whimper when he comes again, clamping down while his vision flashes white. 

The vibration of Jungkook’s humming carries him through his orgasm, prolonging it, making more tears of pleasure spilling from his eyes. 

His sight is still blurry even when he’s come down from his sudden high and he only vaguely notices being maneuvered around until he’s in the enigma’s lap, his legs on either side of the other’s thighs, their chests pressing together. He can feel the other’s heartbeat against his own, a tongue gliding over his neck, making his toes curl again, and he rolls his hips mindlessly, pressing his wet butt against the bulge between Jungkook’s legs, still trapped behind fabric. His entire body is shaking with a desperate need, he claws at the other’s shoulders, the air around them heavy with pheromones and the smell of sex. God, he wants him so bad. 

“Calm down,” Jungkook growls against his ear, his hands on Jimin’s ass trying to get his hips to still, but Jimin doesn’t calm down. He whines and mewls and squirms, his mind hazy, his sight still blurry, his hands dropping down to find the enigma’s pants, his damp trembling fingers popping open the buttons in a rush. He feels raw and tight and needy, his heart pounding heavily. 

Jungkook hisses, his body tensing when Jimin’s hand slides into his pants, fingers wrapping around the heated flesh of his cock. 

A startled sound leaves Jimin’s throat when his head is suddenly yanked back by his hair. 

“I said calm down,” Jungkook snarls. 

This is the first time Jimin is getting a good look at the enigma since he’s been caught. His brows are furrowed, his cheeks flushed, the muscles in his jaw working when he grinds his bared teeth. Even though he's staring at Jimin with a look of power and authority, his scent getting heavier, demanding respect and submission, Jimin can tell that he's falling apart just as quick. 

"Fuck. I wanted to give you time.” The enigma chuckles breathlessly and leans in. “Take it slow and all—But you really want it bad, huh?” His breath is hot on Jimin’s lips. “Wanna be my bitch?” 

The word kicks something in Jimin’s brain into place that has been loose for a while. He freezes, sudden redness bleeding into his vision before he bares his teeth with a loud snarl, his alpha pushing against the forefront of his mind. 

With a scoff Jungkook tightens his grip, yanking Jimin's head back a little more.

“What now?” The corners of his mouth lift into a sneer. “Do you wanna fight or do you wanna fuck? You can’t have both.” 

Jimin's mind stumbles to a halt. Immediately, his alpha screams fight, but it lacks its usual vigor, and the longer Jimin is stared at by the enigma and his intense eyes, the smaller the voice gets, its tone slowly changing. Soon the defiant snarl in his head turns into needy whines. His alpha wants Jungkook. Jimin wants Jungkook. He wants to fight him. And he wants to fuck him. He needs to.

Suddenly, he feel breathless and a little out his mind.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he hisses, then he pulls his hand out of Jungkook’s pants and yanks his head in by his hair instead, surprising both the enigma and himself when he crashes their mouths together. 

The kiss is harsh and angry and bruising, their fangs scraping each other’s lips, their hands pulling on each other’s hair and Jimin’s mind goes blank again when – under the intoxicating taste of enigma – he tastes something weirdly familiar yet foreign on the other’s tongue, laced with a hint of bitter sweetness. His own slick. His belly throbs with forbidden heat, a desperate noise leaving his throat as he kisses the other harder, deeper, his hole clenching, leaking more slick all over Jungkook’s leg. 

Their kiss breaks when Jungkook shoves him off his lap and pushes him down to the ground again, forcing him back on his hands and knees. 

"Kill me then," the enigma growls, landing a stinging slap on Jimin's ass that has him collapse to his forearms with a yelp. "I'd like to see you try." 

At the rustling of fabric, Jimin moans brokenly, his entire body burning up at the thought of what’s to come. His cock jerks, another bead of precum dripping down when he’s spread apart by rough hands, cool morning air hitting the spot where he's clenching and so so wet. 

The sudden pressure of something hot and smooth against his rim has his sight blur.

God.

The muscles in his back strain as he arches it as far as he can, his mind all jumbled again, his alpha tense, on edge—yet quiet, curious, waiting, yearning. 

The hot pressure against his rim increases and his heart is beating so fast, he can’t hear anything else in his ears.

And then heat ripples through his body when Jungkook pushes inside.

Jimin's mouth fall open, no sound coming out. 

It’s a slow and delicious burn, the stretch a bit overwhelming as Jungkook slides into him, deeper and deeper, slow and controlled. Jimin’s fingers are flexing, a whine building at the base of his throat, his cock drooling between his legs and somehow it feels like his brain is split in two. 

The enigma is big and it takes a while, but then his thighs finally meet the back of Jimin's. 

“Fuck, that's it—” He hears the other groan, the fingers on his hips digging deeper into his flesh. 

Jimin can only tremble, breathless and very full. A small hiccup leaves his throat when Jungkook shifts behind him before leaning over him, his breath hot against his ear. 

“This what you wanted, Head Alpha?” 

Jimin feels his jaw clench but both his mind and body are too overwhelmed to actually retort anything, his hole even betraying him by contracting at the teasing words. The only thing he manages is a warning growl.

Jungkook chuckles deeply, his lips sliding over Jimin’s cheek. 

“Think you can come untouched again?” There’s a soft bite to Jimin’s jaw. “Come on, alpha, move. Make yourself feel good.” 

Jimin hates himself for giving the other the satisfaction of actually following the order, but at the first tiny experimental shift of hips, he can’t stop. He rocks back and forth, slow at first, his eyes rolling back when the thick length drags over his prostate, then quicker, driving the other in and out of him, more and more desperate sounds spilling from his throat, his scent turning thick and needy as the pleasure builds.

For a while Jungkook holds perfectly still, licking over Jimin’s scent gland with a pleased hum, but Jimin can smell the increasing arousal and the hot need on him too, can feel the shift in the air right before the enigma has had enough. 

He grabs Jimin by his arms, yanking them behind his back. Jimin yelps when he’s pulled off the ground until his chest hovers in the air, the only thing holding him up being Jungkook’s grip around his wrists and his bruised knees on the uneven ground. 

And then Jungkook starts pounding into him, his hips slamming against Jimin’s ass over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoing over the area. Jimin’s thighs start shaking from the pleasure that keeps building and building, his body burning, coiled up tight, so ready to burst. 

He pants, helpless moans and whines falling from his lips, drool sliding from the corner of his mouth and all he can think about, all he can hear, all he can feel, is Jungkook behind him, Jungkook holding him up, Jungkook inside him and the orgasm that’s rolling closer. 

He clenches around the length, making the enigma growl breathlessly, the sound vibrating through Jimin’s body, his toes curling. He’s never felt like this. This out of his mind, this floaty. His chest is tight, his stomach is tight too, and he needs release like he needs air. His sobs turn into noises of pure desperation when he smells Jungkook’s orgasm approaching. It’s a smell he’s never experienced before. Like a drug it clouds his head, makes him drool even more. 

Yes.

He wants the enigma to come inside him, he wants to be filled and claimed and – fuck – he really really needs to come. There is a strain in his shoulders, arousal blazing through his stomach, and he’s overly aware of the slick rhythmic sounds, a rhythm that hasn’t even led up once, Jungkook’s length dragging in and out of him mercilessly and it feels so good, so right. 

The thick smell of them both makes it hard to breathe and Jimin gasps for air, his legs starting to shake, shudder after shudder running through his body, the tension building and building.

Suddenly, Jungkook yanks him up, strong arms coming around Jimin's middle, holding him close, a heated chest pressing against his back.

The only warning he gets is Jungkook’s hold around him tightening, followed by a groan when his hips slam against Jimin’s ass once more, before they still, his cock buried deep inside. Jimin can smell him come a heartbeat before he can feel it. And the smell alone is what pushes him over the edge too. 

His mind splinters into a thousand different pieces when his release washes over him. He sobs, trembling in the other's tight hold. The small grinds of Jungkook’s hips and the rhythmic pumps of his cock throbbing inside him, filling him up, make Jimin’s thighs shake, the forbidden feeling drawing his orgasm out for what seems like forever. 

He comes down from it only slowly and is so out of it, that he doesn’t even notice when Jungkook pulls out of him. His legs give out under him, and he would’ve collapsed on his side if not for Jungkook holding him up by his waist. 

“Careful,” the enigma says. “Hold on.” 

Jimin takes a moment to understand what he’s supposed to hold on to, but then his arms wrap around the other’s neck while his legs wrap around his waist, clinging to him as he’s lifted up and then slowly carried across the beach and towards the lake.

With each step, a mix of cum and slick trickles out of him and slowly, he grows aware of his surroundings again.

The sloshing sound of legs walking through water should’ve prepared him, but still, Jimin jumps in the other’s arms when cold wetness touches his skin, his feet first, then his legs, Jungkook carrying him further and further into the lake until the water reaches all the way up to their chests. 

Even though the sun is shining bright by now, the water is still freezing from the night, and it has Jimin shiver, his nipples taut. He presses himself closer against the other’s warm body, earning himself a chuckle. At the sound he lifts his head and the sight he's met with makes his belly flutter. Jungkook is still a little flushed, his hair still disheveled. He looks a little vulnerable like this, kind of soft, and it’s hot as fuck. 

Neither of them speaks when Jungkook reaches around him to clean his backside attentively and carefully, the gentle touches surprising Jimin, making his legs twitch and his eyes flutter shut in content, his lips pressing to the other’s neck when he rests his cheek on a strong shoulder in exhaustion. His limbs are heavy and a little bit numb and he can feel the dirt that’s been caking his feet being washed off by the gentle flow around them.

When he adjusts his hold, his lips slide against Jungkook’s scent gland. He notices the other tensing briefly, before resuming cleaning Jimin’s butt, and Jimin grows more daring, mouthing the skin, pressing his tongue against it, the taste that spreads in his mouth foreign but rich and addicting. 

There’s a wave of heat flooding through him. Even stronger than before. Suddenly, the water doesn’t feel cold anymore. Suddenly he feels flushed and restless, his hips squirming, pressing into Jungkook’s abdomen. Jungkook’s intoxicating scent turns richer, hanging heavily around him, so heavy that he can almost feel it brushing against the skin of his face and neck like humidity, thick and sweltering. 

Jimin breathes in deeply, soaks it in before he licks over the other’s scent gland again, the skin there hotter than before, burning against his tongue. His nerves tingle when Jungkook’s fingers dig into his hips, not to stop Jimin’s rhythmic thrusts – which he’s only now growing aware of – but to pull him closer. 

This isn’t right. This skin-to-skin contact should not feel this good. Jimin shouldn’t be this responsive when Jungkook’s hands brush along his thighs, wrapping Jimin’s legs tighter around him. 

The enigma is breathing hard, Jimin realizes. Just like himself. There is a familiar underlying smell in the air, spicy and bitter, and when Jimin lowers himself down a little, Jungkook’s now hard cock slides between his cheek. 

He pants out a little mewl of delight. 

Jungkook turns his head, pressing his nose into Jimin’s neck. A deep inhale is followed by a shuddering exhale, the hold on Jimin’s thighs tightening, his lips moving against Jimin’s skin when he speaks.  

“You’re rutting.” 

Jimin blinks, breathing way too quickly. At this point, he’s probably oxygen deprived because he can’t think clearly. 

It doesn’t make sense. He’s not due for his rut. 

But this smell— The spiciness, the bitterness. The burning sensation under his skin, the restlessness. There’s no doubt. This is a rut cycle. 

But the smell doesn’t come from only himself. 

“So are you,” he rasps and then it’s silent. He can feel Jungkook tensing, then pausing. For a brief second he smells unsure, maybe even a little confused. Then a low growl rumbles through his chest before one of his hands comes up and yanks Jimin’s head back, who doesn’t even flinch at the pull in his hair. Instead, his stomach gives a throb. 

The look in the enigma’s eyes is dark and a little wild, the pheromones surrounding them growing heavier. 

“Can you take a knot, alpha?”

Jimin hisses and digs his nails into the other’s shoulders at the absolutely outrageous question. For some reason, however, the forbidden thought sends another wave of heat through his belly and he shudders at the now almost familiar feeling of slick sliding out of him, right where the tip of Jungkook’s cock is already pressing against him. And for some reason, instead of answering the question, he surges forward and claims the other’s lips with his own, kissing him harshly, with extra teeth, the metallic taste of blood spreading on his tongue when one of his fangs rips Jungkook’s lips open.

The enigma growls deeply, grabbing Jimin’s ass, spreading him apart and then he sinks into him an inch.

“Oh-” Jimin gasps before the connection between his brain and his mouth is completely lost. All he’s able to do is moan as the other slides deeper into him, stretching him again, and the last thought he has, before his mind goes entirely blank, is that this will be a long fucking day. 

Jimin realizes, as he’s carried through the woods, that they are nearing Jungkook’s base. 

He should be alarmed. He’s naked after all, clinging to Jungkook with the enigma’s cock still buried deep inside him, shifting with each step the other takes, pressing into his prostate. It would be humiliating to be seen like this. Yet, he’s too overwhelmed to care. His nose is full of Jungkook’s thick scent, of the promises it holds. The spots where their bodies touch are fiery hot and slick with sweat, Jimin’s cock leaking between them. He presses his face into the other’s neck, where the scent is the strongest, can feel Jungkook’s pulse thrumming beneath the heated skin, the enigma’s heart racing just as hard as Jimin’s in irregular patterns, indicating that the peak of their ruts is near.

Jimin wants more, wants to taste the lust, so he drags his tongue over Jungkook’s throat, squirming as he ruts his hips back and forth on the other’s cock, clenching around the thick length. 

Jungkook’s hold around him tightens painfully. 

“Stop it,” he hisses, but his voice is husky and breathless. “We’re almost there.” 

Jimin growls unhappily, digging his claws into the other’s back, scratching the skin as he keeps grinding his leaking ass down. His body is hungry for sex and violence. 

Jungkook curses and stumbles when Jimin clamps down on his cock particularly hard. 

“I told you to fucking stop!” 

All air leaves Jimin’s lungs when his back is slammed against a tree, Jungkook staring down at him, looking so wonderfully angry. 

“Make yourself useful and make me come,” Jimin demands, his voice sore, his hand slipping from Jungkook’s shoulder to wrap around his cock, the touch sending shivers down his spine. 

Jungkook snarls, leaning in with his teeth bared, dangerous and imposing. “What was that?”

A thrill rushes down Jimin’s spine, tingling in his belly. 

“Make me come.”  

Jungkook’s pupils contract at the alpha-command and the anger rolling off of him is palpable, his fingers digging into Jimin’s hips painfully. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He growls and even though there is no way Jimin’s command could have worked on him, he slams his hips forward fast and hard, driving Jimin up the tree with each thrust, the rough bark scraping across his shoulder blades. He whimpers, sliding his hand up and down his cock, and only a couple of thrusts in he’s already toeing the edge. The back of his head connects with the tree and immediately, Jungkook leans in to suck bruises into his exposed neck. 

“You’re gonna come when I decide you can come,” the enigma hisses breathlessly, his rhythm speeding up, and the sharp slap that lands on Jimin’s ass leaves Jimin’s skin tingling, the sensation spreading through him like fire. “You don't get to order me aorund. You take what I give you and you fucking like it. Understand?” 

The wet sounds of Jungkook sliding in and out of his slick hole make Jimin's face burn, and his back arches more when the other leans down to take his nipple between his teeth, biting it hard, sending shocks of pleasure through him.

"Do you fucking understand?"

"Yes—" Jimin mewls when the other shifts the angle. "Yes-Yes—"

His hand flies over his cock as Jungkook keeps pounding into him, fast, relentless, and Jimin is so wet, he feels the slick dripping down to the ground in between thrusts. There is another bite into his nipple, then a deep growl.

"Come."

Jimin's vision flashes white, his entire body burning with the sudden command, and then he flies over the edge so loudly that the birds flutter from the trees around them in fright. 

While he’s still coming, Jungkook’s thrusts turn more frenzied before he slams his hips forward one final time with a groan, spilling inside of Jimin, his cock throbbing. 

They both have to pant several breaths before Jimin’s soul settles in his body again and Jungkook is able to move, getting right into his face. 

“Happy now?” He snarls, still heated, still angry, and before Jimin can even answer, he’s picked up and carried down the path again, the other’s cock still hard inside him, just like Jimin’s is resting hard and wet between their bodies. 

Jimin grins. Yeah, he’s pretty happy. 

Somehow they don’t encounter any of Jungkook’s men on their way to his tent. Apparently, Jungkook has made sure to have his privacy during this time of the day. 

Jimin realizes how sure the enigma must’ve been of catching him and winning that chase.  

The fact annoys him, his skin bristling in anger. 

When the flaps of the tent have fallen shut behind them, Jungkook carries him to the bed with heavy steps, sliding out of him before throwing him on the mattress unceremoniously. 

“Present.” 

The command rushes through Jimin’s body, puncturing his brain, where, this time, it’s abruptly stopped by his alpha pride that's pulsing through his mind heavily. Whether it’s the rut or the way Jungkook looks down at him, prideful, arrogant, thinking he’s better than Jimin— something about it has Jimin snap. 

His instincts kick in, anger making his pulse go faster, his fangs and claws lengthening, and before he knows what he’s doing, he jumps off the bed and charges at the other with a growl so loud that he can feel it vibrating around them. He lashes out, his claws slicing the skin of Jungkook’s chest, drawing blood. The other stumbles back, looking shocked for a second, before his face twists in anger. 

“Really?" He evades Jimin’s next punch. “Wanna fight me, alpha? With my cum still leaking out of your ass?”

What happens next is a blur. 

Suddenly, Jungkook is right next to him, grabbing him by his neck, trying to push him towards the bed, and Jimin twists in his hold, rams his knee into his stomach, pulling a pained grunt from the other. They both lose balance, toppling to the ground. Then it’s a blurry mix of them rolling around on top of each other, throwing and blocking punches, shoving and kicking, claws and fangs ripping skin, the rage thick in the air around them, clouding Jimin’s head, making him leak even more slick. 

It’s a short fight. Of course, Jungkook is stronger than him and the moment the surprise has worn off, Jimin is picked up with a growl and thrown on the bed again. 

“Fucking present,” Jungkook snarls, leaning over Jimin with his hands digging into the sheets on either side of him, claws ripping the fabric. He smells of rage and arousal and so much of rut. His cock is leaking precum all over Jimin’s thigh and Jimin is fucking losing his mind. 

He brings his knee up again but this time to push it against Jungkook’s drooling length teasingly, his stomach twisting with sick satisfaction when Jungkook’s expression slips, his mouth falling open with a low moan. 

Jimin uses the opportunity and pushes against the other’s shoulders, almost surprised when he manages to force Jungkook onto his back, the mattress bouncing under his weight. Only a second later, however, the enigma seems to snap out of it. A threatening hiss sounds through the air, but before Jungkook can do anything, Jimin throws his leg over his middle, positioning himself on top of him so he’s hovering right over his cock.

The new position has the enigma pause. Even though his eyes are still narrowed, his jaw visibly clenching, he holds still for Jimin. 

Yes. Jimin licks his lips, a thrill running down his spine at the small victory of somewhat taming the beast.

Suddenly it’s hard to breathe again. His stomach swoops when the hot tip of Jungkook’s cock nudges his rim and then the other’s hands fly to his hips when he sinks down on the length in one go. They both moan in union, tiny sparks of pleasure flashing through Jimin’s mind, the muscles in his thighs twitching. 

This feels so right. So good. 

They fit perfectly together and Jimin asks himself how he will ever be able to exist without having Jungkook’s cock inside him.

Suddenly, he’s overwhelmed, his breath shuddering when he rolls his hips the tiniest bit, the other’s hold on him tightening. Suddenly, instead of angry and restless, he feels full and soft. He rolls his hips once more. 

“Please,” he whispers, his sight blurring, his body stretching when hands slide over his torso gently, from his waist over his stomach to his chest. “Please,” he repeats and a hand cups his cheek before Jungkook shifts under him, sitting up, bringing their faces together. They wrap around each other when they kiss. A kiss that’s surprisingly gentle and soft and careful. Just as careful as Jungkook is when he moves to turn them around. 

Jimin doesn’t fight him, almost feels relieved when his back hits the soft sheets and all he has to do is spread his legs and let the enigma make him feel good. 

At first they move against each other slowly, without any hurry, their kiss gentle and deep. 

Soon, however, the air between them thickens with the smell of rut and they are overcome by their instincts again. 

What follows is not gentle or soft. 

Jungkook tastes of sweat and earth and blood as he fucks Jimin hard and fast, the bed rattling with each thrust. It’s relentless, it’s all-consuming, it’s what Jimin wants, it’s what he needs, it makes his mind go blank, it makes him come, again and again and again. 

He loses all track of time. 

He doesn’t know how long it’s been. 

He doesn't know how many times he’s come. 

He can’t think at all. 

Whenever Jungkook moves his fucking hips, it feels like burning flames are licking up his insides.

Whenever he squeezes around Jungkook’s cock, he can feel the enigma’s heartbeat. It’s pounding through his entire body, mixing with the beat of his own pulse, making his head swim, making his mind all slow and foggy. 

Jimin is high from the feeling of Jungkook holding him down by his wrists, from the way he’s keeping him there just like that, with no effort at all, his tongue dragging over Jimin’s neck, over and over again, as if he wants to drink him up. 

This is fucking perfect. Jungkook is perfect. Perfect for Jimin. Pure muscles, soft skin, fierce, and strong. The strongest. The epitome of an alpha and yet so much more. And he wants Jimin. 

The realization has Jimin sob in delight, his face pressing to Jungkook’s neck, his canines sharpening as his instincts scream ‘claim!’. 

He gasps when he’s hit with an onslaught of pheromones. Both his and Jungkook’s, speaking of possessiveness, of want, the enigma’s growl vibrating against his chest. A sudden explosive rush of pleasure has Jimin shudder, the burning tension inside him turning into a feeling so intense that it breaks his mind, every thought in his head coming to a halt, every muscle in his body quivering, throbbing, tightening—

He can smell their knots before he can feel them forming only a second later.

Jungkook cock seems to grow even bigger inside him the same moment a tight pressure starts forming between Jimin’s legs. 

With a whimper he reaches down to grab his dripping cock where the skin is swelling, suddenly very overwhelmed and slightly panicked. He has never knotted outside of something before. 

A hiccup leaves his throat when Jungkook slaps his hand away, wrapping his fingers around his forming knot tightly with just the right amount of pressure and the tight sensation has Jimin’s back arch. He gasps for air when he feels Jungkook’s knot catching on his rim, growing bigger and bigger, stretching Jimin as it slips in and out of him. Jimin is aching. Aching with the want to be marked, to be taken, the scent he’s emitting, right where Jungkook’s lips are pressed against his neck, turning sweeter, his body begging to be claimed. 

The sounds Jungkook makes are more airy now, more desperate, his fangs scraping over Jimin’s scent gland and Jimin’s toes curl at the sensation, his hand reaching up and tangling in other’s hair, pulling him closer into his throat, baring his neck for him. His knot is expanding rapidly in the other’s tight hold, just like Jungkook’s is expanding inside him. 

And then, with a final thrust, they both lock. 

Jimin sees stars when his orgasm explodes and only a heartbeat later, when sharp teeth sink into his scent gland, he can’t see anything at all anymore. 

Liquid fire travels through his veins, everything turning bright, then even brighter, his heart racing as if his body is coming to life for the first time. 

He can’t see, he can’t breathe, and he thinks he doesn’t even need to. All he needs is this.  

This feeling.

He feels Jungkook. 

His mind, his body, every single muscle, every nerve end is flooded with memories of a childhood that’s not his, memories of countries he’s never visited, memories of battles he’s never partaken in, with the feeling of victory, the feeling of fear, the feeling of joy and euphoria, the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of want, the feeling of himself, of Jimin. And then his own memories and feelings flood in, mixing with the foreign ones. 

He feels so much. He feels everything and then even more.

When Jungkook pulls his teeth out, Jimin cries. Because he’s overwhelmed, because he doesn’t want this to end.

He cries even more when the enigma licks his wound, and then his tears. 

He’s tired and he feels different but also not at all. He feels like himself, truly and fully himself. 

When Jungkook pulls back and looks down at him, Jimin knows that the other sees him. He truly sees him. And Jimin sees Jungkook. Jungkook, with a flush in his face, with a glazed over look in his eyes, with Jimin’s blood staining his lips. 

Jungkook who is lifting his chin, who is presenting his neck for Jimin. 

A surge of instincts has Jimin’s body move on its own. 

With a jolt he yanks the other down and sinks his own fangs into his scent gland, his mouth flooding with his own drool, with the enigma’s taste, with blood, and then Jimin feels it all over again. Brightness. Jungkook. Everything. 

He wants to linger. He wants to savor this. Every second of it. The enigma is his. He owns him. Jungkook is his and he is Jungkook’s and he wants to feel like this forever. 

But way too soon, his body knows it’s enough. He pulls back, licking over Jungkook’s marred skin carefully. 

And then they wrap around each other, locked together, Jungkook’s knuckles digging into Jimin’s lower stomach where his grip is tight around Jimin’s knot. 

His chest vibrates against Jimin’s as he nuzzles his neck and Jimin gives a hum of approval too. 

He feels full and complete. 

The soil is cool under Jimin’s bare feet, the silky fabric of his gown flowing around his legs in the wind, caressing his thighs. 

He can taste the shift in time. It’s almost midnight. Almost time to run. 

His skin tingles with anticipation and excitement, his belly already coiled tight, his cock hard.

Even though he hasn’t seen Jungkook all day – they never do on the day before their anniversary, not until midnight – he can feel him now, knows exactly from where he’s watching him. It’s always the same spot.

“It’s almost time,” Jimin speaks into the darkness and smiles when his mate steps out of the shadows only a moment after, dead leaves crunching under his feet. 

“It is.” 

Jungkook is hard too, and the sight has an aching need bubbling up inside Jimin that momentarily clouds his mind. He takes a step back, just to make sure. Two years ago they didn’t even get to their anniversary chase. Too horny for each other to make it past the teasing words they usually exchange beforehand. 

Jungkook grins when he notices him drawing back and comes to a halt too, keeping his distance. Still, his scent reaches Jimin. He smells of something raw and primal, of fierceness and leather, of arousal and want, and of Jimin. 

“You look lovely,” the enigma says as he drags his gaze over Jimin’s body and the white gown that Jimin knows he loves on him so much. It will end up dirty and torn later, but that’s okay. 

“Thank you.” Jimin clasps his hands behind his back innocently and Jungkook’s gaze flickers to where the taught fabric stretches over his hard nipples. “I missed you today.” 

It’s rare that they don’t see each other all day ever since Jungkook has stopped going on raids, finally having conquered the entire South. Usually, they spend most of their time together. Both their working hours and their leisure time. Ruling so many packs, so many countries, is hard work, even as a pair. Most of the time they work well together. Sometimes they argue over things. But that's usually nothing a good fuck wouldn’t solve. 

The only day they spend apart is the day before their mating anniversary. To build the tension before midnight, to make themselves hungry for each other.  

Jungkook’s grin widens. “I missed you, too. But don’t worry—” He licks his lips. “You’ll have me soon enough.” 

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Only if you can catch me.” 

That has the other snort and Jimin doesn’t take offense at it. Of course Jungkook is going to catch him. He always does. 

Excitement has his spine tingle at the thought of what’s to come. He shifts his feet, widening his stance.

The clock strikes midnight.

Jimin smiles. “Happy anniversary, darling.” 

For a brief moment, the look in Jungkook’s eyes softens. “Happy anniversary, my love.” 

The softness is gone only a heartbeat later, the enigma’s gaze sharpening again. 

And then they run. 

Tonight, in the darkness, Jungkook is the hunter. And Jimin is his prey.