Daesung had never actively tried to hide it, but it had just never been brought up; hadn't realized that the others didn't know. Thank God Yongbae was the first to find out. 

Jungkook hadn't even done anything wrong this time. He hadn't responded to the man who had flirted with him, had kept his head down and hadn't strayed far enough to make the leash go taut, nor close enough to trip his master up. So, how then, he wound up getting a brutal beating in the alley beside the store he didn't know. All he knew was that the man with the pink hair that tenderly picked him up after, soothingly through his hair, was officially his favourite person to exist.

Taehyung watched Seokjin walk up to the statue. He watched him kiss the stone's lips, gently, as if afraid to break it. He thought there would be something bitter or empty that filled him, but there was nothing. He didn't feel a thing. His heart didn't even stutter in it's rhythm. He didn't know why it didn't hurt to see someone grant an inanimate angel what they wouldn't for a real one. His shoulders didn't even ache with the memory anymore. 

Being mated to Taekwoon was easy. Except when other Wolves come along and decide they want an easy lay from a human. 

It was heartbreaking, really. You had tried to prevent just this, but he was insistant. So now, here Chanyeol was, sitting on your stairs with a glazed and distant look in his eyes and you could practically hear your family's comments circling around his head. 

There are only so many words someone can use to express how much they love their significant other, only so many hours in the day to tell them that. The men of Bigbang are no different, lost for words when ever they see the women they love. 

Hakyeon's omega status and his cursemark - his dark skin - seen him pushed to the edge of his village, alone and rejected. He grew up this way from the time his parents could leave him to his own devices, looking to distance themselves from their devilspawn, their bad omen. Having been at the mercy his vain village elders, he wasn't surprised when he was the only one who would take in the silver-haired stranger.

Taekwoon had never had problems with soulmates. She thought it was kind of nice to not have to worry about knowing whether or not there would be someone to love you unconditionally. She just wondered if such a thing was still possible when she had five marks on her body.

Taekwoon hadn't thought much of it the first time it happened. But when Wonshik always seemed to know, sometimes before her, when her period was on, she started paying attention. Something was up with Wonshik, even if the rest of VIXX thought he was fine.

The feelings of torture never undo, and one never forgets pain, especially when there was no lesson to be learned. Daesung hadn't been born in that facility, had smelt the humans' fear of him long before his capture. After his escape, he had tried so hard to keep his nature hidden, to lead a human existence. But Seungri - his lovely dongsaeng, his precious young one - had found the branding of the facility's serial number on his chest and it was hell from there. 

Taekwoon had been cast out of her pack years ago for being the wrong thing - a female alpha wolf. But as time and miles passed her by, her bitterness faded and she took on a cause as accidental as it was rewarding: helping five abused and scarred omegas find freedom, choice and peace. If that happened to be at her side, she wasn't going to complain. 

Taekwoonie was a simple woman, really. She liked cats, naps, stealing small morsels of food. And Wonshik, Hakyeon thought with a smile. 

Jungkook was staring down at his hands. "I was talking to him twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago, he was smiling at us. They both were."

Wonshik is terrified. She's only been dating Taekwoon for just over a year and they screwed up already. She doesn't have any idea about how to tell him she's pregnant. 

It was driving Seungri crazy. Daesung was an affectionate person by nature and had no issues with skinship, but surely even he should have noticed what Jiyong was doing. He didn't know if it had to do with being such a young Alpha having another, more confident Alpha play and tease with his Omega, but the possessiveness was slowly robbing him of all sense. 

It takes a non-human soul to feel the essence of humanity.

Daesung had tried with nearly every company, but everytime it was the same thing: her face was too ugly. So, she had let the dream go and simply watched idols from afar, become a fan. And by far, her favourite idol was Taeyang. 

Follow up to Domestic. Wonshik takes Taekwoon back to his pack lands to show her his secondary form. 

It was Leo's birthday. Ravi had spent all of the previous day looking for the prettiest flowers, gotten up early that morning so he could look his best and had made sure he was the first in line at the coffee shop so he could get Leo's favourite morning treats.  Now, all that is left is the walk to the cemetery.

This whole collection, this little mismatched group of races, all began with Daesung. He was just good at collecting people.

Mark had told him straight up. There was no such thing as catching Carly Lee. And to be fair, Jaebum knew he was probably right. But he couldn't let down the chase - there was something that compelled him on and he wasn't going to let her go until he got all the answers he'd been clawing after all this time. 

There was something wonderfully fulfilling about being with Daesung. Up on stage with him like this, Jiyong was sure that she had managed to find perfection.

Should have been an alpha, born an omega. Missing nothing but the knot. Seungri had been suppressing since his first heat, living life as a beta, if unable to gain the status he should have had. But, perhaps, just maybe, he forgot to acknowledge that there was another omega in the group who didn't see his status as less than any other.