Slowly as they began to learn about one another they would begin to grow closer. Unaware about who he actually was to the alpha who seemed to be around wherever he was at a loss, Taehyung found himself clueless at the change of emotions in bright blue eyes. While he wasn't afraid of the shapeshifter, he learned by his own father to never believe the kind words or gentle smiles directed his way. With the origins of the werewolves unknown to him, along with their behaviors and changing of eye colors, Taehyung felt even more at a loss the more he noticed every difference between the two of them. The differences often having him wonder late into the night. Along with a new rush of emotions that were foreign whenever he interacted with the alpha, Taehyung couldn't figure out what they meant. The new emotions, raw and unknown. Yet nonetheless, he felt safe before Jimin then he did with his own father.  In the end, he could only hope that the alpha wasn't like his father. He didn't want to fear anyone else in his life.

"I want to trust you Jimin, but I'm scared."

Now with Bogum so close Taehyung began to realize that despite, the familiar features that like him his best friend had changed. They had both changed with the few years that they had not seen one another. Slowly as they both began to open up to one another the closer they got and for a fleeting moment, Taehyung would wonder if they were meant to be. Lacing his hands with the one outstretched he smiled. Bogum was safe. Bogum had been the one he went to before when he was younger and now he wondered if their relationship could become more. 

The question that would plague his mind, "Could I love you Bogum?" 

While his mate was hesitant in the beginning Jimin could only smile. The sight of his mate's voice growing more confident one he couldn't help but be proud of. Leaning in his hands hovered before he backed away. The scent of honey clinging to Taehyung awful to his nose. His wolf growing not only angry but possessive and a part of him wondering if all they were going to be was friends. With a shake of his head, he blinks harshly before sighing as he runs his hands through his hair. The sight before him leaving him feeling heartbroken. 

His question going unheard as he watched Taehyung walk with Bogum not too far away, their hands laced, mocking both him and his wolf, "Could you love me, the way I love you, Taehyung?"

Unsure Bogum let himself fall for the box-like smile. All the emotions that he had kept from growing slowly once more surfacing and expanding with each sound of Taehyung's laughter and the bright smile aimed at those lucky enough to receive it. The familiar sweet scent of strawberries calming and the need to protect the younger never ceasing despite all those years. Remaining observant his heart would slightly break when he would see the small moments between Jimin and Taehyung. Eyes trailing after the two, Bogum can't help but wonder.

"Are you Taehyung's mate Jimin? Or is it me?"

---

When he eventually does return home, everything seems to be the same. His father continues to bring his friends over. While the night is filled with drunken laughter and curses,  it was closely followed with the smell of alcohol and smoke lingering in the air, his chores and treatment remaining the same. Even though it had only been one day the familiar sound of home felt both familiar yet different. Despite the fact that he should be used to the everyday occurrences sleep didn't claim him as quickly as he wished. When the sound of glass breaking pierces through the air he flinches, his eyes wide and heart racing. The yelling louder than before, eventually as hours go by he manages to fall asleep. A part of him wishing to be surrounded by cinnamon and musk instead of alcohol and the fumes of smoke.

---

To say he's surprised would be an understatement. Even though his mate had only spent the night once at his parent's house he found himself upset. His wolf growling at the lack of Taehyung around them. As he slips into the guest bedroom, the sweet scent of strawberries and pomegranate remained. Sitting on the edge of the bed Jimin sighs, his question silent as he wonders, "What am I going to do?"

---

For once when he came out of his room Kim Gunmo was at a loss. Usually whenever he had people over everything would be cleaned up by the time he woke up for work. But at the sight of overturned chairs, empty cans and blunts littering the floor he sighs. Grabbing the broom he slowly begins to clean. As he sweeps his eyes flicker to the framed photograph of him and his son. Cursing his ex-wife Kim Kwang-kyu, his gaze narrows. His face darkening and his hands turning white with how strongly he held the broom in his grip. 'Why did he have to look like you?'

Picking up the frame carefully he runs his thumb over the image of his son. His gaze slowly losing its edge as he stares at the wide smile. Placing the frame back down he feels a hint of remorse. 'Why do you keeping coming back home, Taehyung?'

When he doesn't receive an answer he carefully places the frame down before resuming to clean. It's only when the chairs are in their original position and table aligned, along with the trash once littering the floor gone that he begins to make his breakfast for the day. As he cooks his thoughts drift off to his son, who had possibly slept somewhere on the street and with that thought came the memories. 

With the lights on in the living room, he kept the volume on the television low. With the baby monitor tightly clutched in one hand, he's quick to pull out a clean bottle before scoping and dropping down the amount needed. Shaking the bottle he makes his way back to his son's room. Approaching the crib, Taehyung's cheeks are flushed. The tears running down along his chubby cheeks having him letting out gentle words. Setting the monitor and bottle down, he can't help but frown.  Worrying Gunmo pulls his son into his arms. The cries continuing as he moves around the house. The bottle tilted and gently pressed to his son's mouth.

When Taehyung turns away his shrieks are aloud, the little cries and tears streaming continuing far into the night. Turning towards the living room he lets out a sigh. The light bounce in his step and arms moving gentle. Eyes flickering to the door Gunmo frowns, before turning to look at the clock on the wall. Bouncing Taehyung in his arms, his words are soft as he tries to soothe his child. But as Taehyung's face flushes further and the tears continue to fall he's at a loss. Despite the fact that this had happened more than once he still couldn't figure out how to calm down Taehyung. Swaying his son gently, he softly begins to sing. The rhythm uneven, his words a note or two off, but nonetheless catching, the attention of his son. As wide green eyes peer up at him, Gunmo continues to sing. 

As wide eyes peer into his own he continues to sing. The bottle now latched onto. Eventually, when Taehyung falls asleep he's relieved. Slowly making his way back toTaehyung's room Gunmo carefully lowers him into the crib. Pulling the blanket up to his son, he relaxes. Grabbing the monitor his words are soft before he makes his way out into the living room. As he waited the hours went by. Just as his eyes begin to grow heavy he pushes himself to his feet. Just as he begins to make his way to their bedroom he hears light laughter. When he hears the door open he steals a glance at the clock along the wall only to note that its past midnight. Moving to the threshold his arms are crossed when his eyes fall on his wife. His voice is deep as he asks, "Kwang-kyu, where were you?"

Eyes taking in the flush of his wife's cheeks and the bright smile he tries pushing away the bad feeling. But he can't, this game they were playing had been going on long enough. He was done. Done with her being gone at random hours of the day and never telling him where she was or actively not spending time with their son.

"I told you, I was at work with a few colleagues."

Nodding he doesn't let her enter Taehyung's room. Blocking her path he stands before her, his arms crossed and his eyes focused on her. At the strong smell of alcohol, he's frowning. As much as he wanted to question if she was actually with her friends, he doesn't. The small part of him wanting to cling onto their marriage. At the hands pushing against his chest, his grip tightens along the frame of the door.  His son was finally asleep and he wasn't about to let her disturb him.

"Gunmo, let me see my son."

Shaking his head he ignores the glare as he answers, "He finally went to sleep. I'm not going to let you wake him up."

Eyes narrowing Kwang-Kyu scoffs before muttering, "Fine."

With each day, week, month and eventually the years going by Gunmo would notice how often his wife would be out of the house. Her time no longer on them. So, in the end, it didn't come as a surprise when he saw her luggage by the door or the divorce papers on the kitchen table. Eyes narrowing he's angry, just as he's about to protest he's dumbfounded when she fares him good-bye and tells him to watch after Taehyung. Eyes wide he remains frozen as she doesn't turn to Taehyung, the obvious disregard tainting his view on her. As the door is slammed shut he feels his world begin to shatter until he hears, "Appa."

Gaze lowering to the ground his vision blurs. When his four yeard old soon peered up at him he lets himself smile before collecting his son into his arms. Cradling Taehyung closely to him, his words are ignored by the younger who clutches tightly onto the stuffed tiger in his hold, "It'll just be the two of us, right, buddy?"

At the glob of spit running down the side of Taehyung's mouth, he laughs quietly at the wide grin and teeth showing. Nodding, Gunmo searches for his phone as he repeats to himself, "We'll be fine, baby. We'll be fine."

Slowly as the months went by Gunmo began to get everything in order. After filing for custody the sight of his wife not appearing before the court gave him not only full custody of Taehyung but the house. It's only when his eyes fall on his son that he decides to move. He didn't want his ex-wife taking him if she changed her mind. So after calling his best friend, he begins to pack everything and leave the life he had made with his ex-wife. Before he leaves he can't help, but let his gaze take in the now bare room. At the tug to his pants, he sighs before grabbing Taehyung and closing the door behind them. 

While the house wasn't as big as the one they lived in Gunmo smiled at the sight of his best friend standing outside right by the next house. Pulling Taehyung out of the car, he slowly makes his way over. His grin wide as he welcomes the embrace and set Taehyung before the six-year-old boy, he knew went by the name Bogum.

Pulling out a bottle of beer Gunmo pauses, before moving to the picture frame in the living room. Smiling he wonders what Kwang-Kyu would think of their son now. Laughing lowly he takes another sip before getting on his way. 'Do you regret leaving him Kwang-Kyu? After everything, I changed. I became the man I vowed never to be and you...you have no idea.'

---

When he wakes up he's confused. The mattress beneath him isn't hard like he was used to, instead, it was soft. The blankets encasing him felt thicker. Much more, thicker than the thin one he had for as long as he could remember. It was so unfamiliar to him, that he couldn't help but panic. Legs thrashing he's gasping, his throat constricting as he tries to make sense of everything. Sitting up Taehyung's heart races, his eyes moving around the room quickly as he tries to remember where he is and why he's there. Mind scrambling he begins to shake, his mind screaming for his father and the memories of last night that he couldn't recall, lips parting he quietly calls out for his father. His voice desperate and pleading as he tries to understand the unfamiliar surroundings. When he doesn't hear a reply his bottom lip begins to tremble. The past threats of his father coming to mind.

Just as he's about to assume the worse he pauses, his breathing evening out as he reminds himself to stay calm. Shortly after as the day from before starts trickling back into his mind he relaxes. The previous fear from before vanishing. Remembering that his father had told him to find somewhere else to sleep and that Jimin had offered to take him to his place all he needed to recall for the initial worry and fear to disappear. Falling back down onto the bed his hands clutch at the pillow in front of him. Pressing his face into it Taehyung lets out a small shaky sigh. Relieved Taehyung moves to pull the blankets back up to his shoulders. The words uttered under his breath going unheard, "Appa, would never leave me. It'll always be him and me. Just the two of us."

'He's all I need.'

It's only when his heart calms that Taehyung realizes that for the first time he didn't get a nightmare. Having never slept so well without the sound of his door being banged on, or the loud roaring drunken laughter, yelling, curses or being dragged out of his bed to bear the anger of his father that Taehyung was surprised. For once he had slept well. Smiling softly Taehyung quietly wonders if he would ever get to sleep so soundlessly again. He knew he'd eventually have to go home again, perhaps tonight even unless his father had another group of potential investors coming over. Reaching for his phone, Taaehyung flips it opens. Seeing no new messages he closes it before snuggling deeper into the mattress. With the pillow pressed against his face, Taehyung let's out a little moan. The smell of cinnamon and musk calming and welcoming. Unsure as to why the pillow smelled like that he ignored the questions rising and growing in his mind as he buries his way deeper. Muscles relaxing he stretches his legs before he tangles them in the blanket.' This is how home, should feel like.'

Just as his eyes begin to grow heavy his alarm goes off. Whining Taehyung slowly makes his way out of bed. His face puffy, his hair disheveled and his steps light. Opening the door he slowly makes his way down the stairs. Greeting both of Jimin's parents his eyes widen at the plate full of food. Looking around he frowns. Unsure about what to do he remains right outside the entrance of the kitchen. Nervous as the two adult stare at him Taehyung takes a step back his thoughts immediately going to Jimin. As if they knew where his thoughts had gone to Jimin's mother smiles softly before telling him,  "Jimin's still asleep. Why don't you go ahead and eat? After that, you can take a shower. My son usually gets up later."

Nodding Taehyung does just that. Taking a seat across from the two Taehyung's grateful. As he eats bite after bite, Taehyung lets out a little hum of approval before everything is gone. For once his cheeks stuffed full and his belly filled with a warm meal. Offering to wash the dishes he's denied. Lingering he's at a loss about what to do before he moves back up the stairs. HIs words muttered under his breath as he whispers he'd be showering. At the wide grins and directions given he moves. As he takes a shower and begins to get dressed Taehyung could only hope that today would be a good day. 

---

Sitting in the middle of his bed Jimin lets out a yawn before stretching his arms. Letting out a low groan Jimin at his lips before he's swinging his feet off and making his way out of his room. Once in the hall, the scent of strawberries and pomegranate that reaches his nose is strong. Stealing a glance towards the guest room Jimin smiles, before making his way to the bathroom. 'I'll talk to you soon.' 

When the door to the bathroom opens. The steam that races out to meet him doesn't prepare him for the sight of Jimin. With the towel hanging lowly on Jimin's waist, his hair sticking to his face and the dribble of water running down the older's body his eyes flickered down to the tattoo under Jimins right pec. Realizing what he was doing Taehyung flushes. His cheeks flushing as he stammers out, "I-I-I'm sorry."

Covering his eyes Taehyung turns around. Bumping into the wooden table in the hall he gives a small hiss as he tries to get away from Jimin. Quicky walking back towards the guest room he fumbles to open the door.

Grin widening at the blush staining Taehyungs cheeks Jimin takes another step closer. Just before he can tease his mate the door is slammed shut. Swallowing a laugh Jimin makes his way to his room. Shortly after getting dressed he's dashing into the kitchen. His tie loose and his backpack slung over his right shoulder. Grabbing a single piece of toast and an apple he turns towards the living room. Seeing his mother quietly talking to Taehyung he raises his brow before his eyes flicker to the clothes Taehyung was wearing. 'Why don't you have a uniform?'

Biting down on the slice of bread he grunts at the hard pat to his back. His father's words going ignored. Choking he's coughing. Hands moving to his chest, Jimin slightly stiffens at the hand gripping onto his shoulder and the one rubbing his back. Squinting he wipes away at the tears in his eyes only to lock them with concerned green. Breath hitching Jimin doesn't reply to Taehyung, until both his parents begin to grow worried. 

"Jimin?"

Shaking his head, he's soon letting out a laugh. Placing his hand on Taehyung's back, he's quick to assure everyone, "I'm fine, don't worry. Just didn't chew enough."

Turning towards his mate Jimin lightly pushes Taehyung towards the door, "We better hurry before we're late."

Placing a kiss to each of his parent's cheeks, Jimin eyes flicker to Taehyung. Seeing his mate's eyes filled with longing, he frowns. When Taehyung turns and makes his way out the front door he feels that familiar pull. Confused Jimin slowly follows after only to be pulled back into a warm embrace. His mother's wishes for him to have a good day having him forgetting. Pressing a kiss to his cheek he hugs his father before making his way to the door. Running towards his car, he's quick to slip in and close his door. Turning towards Taehyung he beams before turning the key and starting the car. With his seatbelt buckled he checks his mirrors quickly. It's only when Taehyung's buckled in that Jimin pulls out of the driveway. His arm against the back of Taehyung's chair as he looks back. Smiling Jimin keeps his eyes trained on the road. 

While the silence is uncomfortable Jimin wishes he could talk to Taehyung freely. Stealing a glance at his mate he sighs before slowing down and turning around the corner. As the academy comes into sight, he's once more reminded that his mate wasn't wearing a uniform. Lips pursing he wonders if there's anything he could do. Fingers drumming along the steering wheel he decides he'd have to go see if he could. Eyes taking in the row of cars he focuses on finding a place to park before letting his mind wander. 

Once the car is parked Jimin watches in amusement how Taehyung hesitates about what to do next. As they step out he realizes what had his mate hesitation. Placing a hand on Taehyung's lower back Jimin begins to lead them to the front of the school. The low whispering and glances going ignored by Jimin, but Taehyung disliking the attention. When he spots Bogum his moods darken. Keeping his expression neutral Jimin rubs the back of his neck as he watches Taehyung run to the alpha. At the warm greeting and arms tightly wrapped around each other, he sighs before turning and making his way to class. 

As the first few classes go by Jimin quickly makes his way to the main office. As he made his way over to the academy secretary he smiled widely. Ignoring the silently narrowed eyes, he bows before righting himself.

"Mr.Park, you do know you're going to be late to class, don't you?"

"I do. I was just hoping I could talk to the headmaster. It's very important to me."

As eyes narrow at him further, Jimin sighs at the small nod. His hands unclenching as he watches he disappear. Shoulders sagging he plays with his tie. As he loosens and tightens it he can't help but wonder if he gave off an intimidating feel about him. Just as he hears heels clicking he's gasping, 'Did I make things weird when I tried teasing him earlier?'

"Mr.Park?"

Head snapping up, Jimin is flushing. Following after his gaze flickers to the walls before they come to a stop before a door. When he's ushered in he braces himself before waiting as the doors close behind him. Bowing, he was quick to greet, "Good morning, sir."

"Mr.Park, what a surprise. Please take a seat."

Moving to the empty chair before the older male, Jimin is soon asking why Taehyung hadn't received his own uniform. Listening carefully, his brows furrow. While he knew the headmaster couldn't tell him everything the words, "delicate situation," and  "family issues" has him wanting to know more. Despite revealing that Taehyung was his mate, he didn't learn more. Just before he could begin to frown he was soon asking if he could help his mate. At the slight, hesitation, he begins to explain and try to give a reason to the elder.

"He's my mate and even though he doesn't know it yet, I want to help. I'm sure you can understand."

In the end, as he stands before the headmaster a few minutes later  Jimin slowly begins to initial every now and then before signing his name at the bottom of the sheet. Smiling as the receptionist looked over the information and made sure everything was filled. He was relieved when they said they would take Taehyung's measurements before giving him his uniform today. The reminder that he would have to pay for the costs given to him on a receipt. Tucking the piece of paper into his pocket he begins to make his way to his next class. 

---

When he had been called out of class the first emotion that he felt was worry. Hands slightly trembling his brows furrow as he wonders if he had done anything wrong. Trying to remember if he had upset anyone he is soon shaking his head. Biting on his lower lip Taehyung runs his hands through his hair. Just as he began to get closer the thought that hits him has him coming to a stop. Heart pounding he's quickly running to the main door. Bursting in he doesn't apologize as he scares the receptionist. Eyes wide he stumbles over his words as he gives his name. Not reassured by the gentle smile directed his way Taehyung paces as he's told to wait. When the headmaster appears before him he can't help but ask, "Is my father alright?"

At the sharp gasp to his left, he turns to stare at the receptionist who immediately reassures him, "No, no, sweetheart we didn't call you down for that."

Letting out a shaky exhale Taehyung moves to the chair nearest to him. Legs trembling he sits down quickly. Head falling into his hands he immediately feels relief. The faint threats he remembered aimed at his father coming to mind. Ignoring the questions asked he takes a moment to gather himself before smiling and reassuring that he was fine. Ignoring the glances the two share, he moves to stand, his hands clammy as he clasps them together. When he's asked to follow he does. Trailing after the headmaster, he feels embarrassed for having felt so small and assuming the worst. Wrapping his arms around himself Taehyung reminds himself that his father was alright. 

The words leaving as quickly as they came, One day when you come home, boy, you'll find your father lying in his own pool of blood.

You better watch your back Gunmo, you might just catch a few bullets.

Standing Taehyung's confused as they took in the length of his arms and legs. His eyes following and his nerves a little out of sync as he tried to keep still. As they jotted down his measurements he was soon told to stop by once more after the second break ended. Nodding he takes the slip of paper held out to him. Just before he can slip through the door they remind him that right now he had to go to the cafeteria. Nodding Taehyung makes his way down. Carefully avoiding brushing into anyone he's stiffening at the tug to his backpack. Slowly turning around Taehyung's immediately dropping his gaze to the floor. 

Playing with his hands he whispers, "I'm sorry for being rude yesterday, Hoseok-hyung."

"What?"

Slowly raising his gaze Taehyung replies, "I-I didn't talk to you last time."

Smiling brightly Hoseok gently pulls Taehyung towards him. At the small flinch his eyes narrow before he smoothes out his features. Brushing away the strand of hair out of the younger's face, he softly smiles at Jimin's mate. At the flushed cheeks and slight tremble, he blinks before realizing he hadn't said anything. Laughing, Hoseok is quick to soothe the younger's nerves, "It's alright. I didn't mind...your shy. I get that. Oh, and call me Hobi-hyung, alright?"

At the slight nod, Hoseok nods towards the doors, "Did you want to sit with Jimin and me?"

"O-only if it's alright with you."

Head cocking Hoseok is soon repeating what he just heard in disbelief, "Only if it's alright with me?"

Feeling endeared he can't help but lightly pinching Taehyung's cheeks as he coos out, "Of course, I don't mind. God, your so cute! You don't have to be nervous."

Gently leading Taehyung down the hall Hoseok doesn't rush the younger. Carefully maneuvering them he is soon sweeping his gaze around the cafeteria. Seeing Jimin heading towards their table he smiles. 'Maybe now you won't be pouting.'

As they get in line Hoseok turns to the slight tugging on his blazer, "Hobi-hyung?"

"Hmm..."

"I already have my lunch with me?"

"You do?"

When he sees a brown bag lifted up, Hoseok frowns before reaching out for it. Peering down he bites his lower lip at the sight of half a sandwich and apple. Breathing in his nose scrunches at the smell.  Shaking his head Hoseok is soon grabbing two trays and giving one to Taehyung. 

"But, Hobi-hyung I didn't bring any money. A-and I have my food."

Grabbing onto the small brown paper bag he throws it into the nearest trash can. At the small gasp, he feels slightly bad. Reaching back for Taehyung he pulls the male with him. Glancing down at the food on display Hoseok points to the ones he wanted before turning to Taehyung, "Sweetie, that sandwich had gone bad and don't worry about your meal. It's my treat so get whatever you want."

Just as Taehyung goes to protest he cuts him off, "If you don't, I'll feel offended."

Peering curiously at Taehyung, Hoseok is sure the younger was about to argue. It's only when the human's shoulders sag and the fight in his eyes dim that he feels like he won. Paying close attention to the food Taehyung selected he wonders if Jimin felt concerned. Eyes raking over the younger he takes in his clothes and how thin the younger was. When they approach the front of the line, Hoseok grabs two cans of pop and water bottles. Pulling his card out he's quick to tell the lunch lady he was paying for Taehyung. As soon as the transaction goes through Hoseok hands Taehyung one of each drink before balancing his tray in one hand and pulling Taehyung towards where Jimin and the rest of there friends sat. Just as they were a few steps away from the table he calls out, "Look who I ran into!"

Throwing a grape into his mouth Jimin turns. Seeing Hoseok pulling his mate his eyes widen. Swallowing harshly just as he goes to say something he's cut off by Yoongi. 

"Hoseok, loosen your hold. You're going to bruise him."

Smiling sheepishly Hoseok drops his tray by his mate, before moving Taehyung towards Jimin. Applying a bit of pressure he pushes Taehyung a little bit harder. 

Rushing to balance Taehyung, Jimin grabs onto his mate and the tray the younger clutched onto tightly. Prying it gently he smiles at his mate before moving. Setting it down he turns to glare at Hoseok who shrugs innocently. Eyes flickering back to Taehyung who slowly sits down, Jimin smiles softly. Grateful, he takes his place as well. As everyone began to introduce themselves their eyes flickered to Namjoon.

---

Remaining silent Namjoon can't help but stare at the Jimin's mate. As everyone greeted the male, he couldn't help but wonder why the scent the younger gave off felt familiar, yet new. Eyes raking over the younger's face, he starts at the elbow to his ribs. Turning to Jin, he soon understands. Extending his hand his greeting, unlike everyone else's lack enthusiasm, "Kim Namjoon."

At the small smile, he moves back. Gaze moving to Yoongi who sat across from him he flinches at the hard stare. Grabbing his sandwich he bites into. It's only when he no longer feels the older alpha's gaze that he looks up. Seeing Jimin much closer to Taehyung he doesn't know why he feels uncomfortable. It wasn't like he liked Jimin, not when he was interested in someone else. Nor did he have feelings for the human, but there was something about the male. Something that bothered him. Perhaps it may have to do with how his father's mate had reacted just by the mere sight of the other. 

At the light tap to his shoulder, he smiles. Turning his attention back to Jin, he once more gets lost in their conversation. Yet despite how much he didn't want to look at Taehyung he did. The quiet words, the deep voice in which he spoke as he answered questions, along with Jimin's stories and Hoseok trying to get Taehyung to laugh at the jokes he told loud.

When the bells rings he waves farewell to everyone, before following after Yoongi to their next class. Glancing back the sight of Hoseok and Jimin trailing behind with the human has him gritting his teeth. 'What is it about you?'

It's only when his classes go by that Namjoon groans. Rubbing at his temples he wonders if something was wrong. 'Why are you so familiar?'

He couldn't shake the feeling that in a way he knew Taehyung. That something about Jimin's mate just didn't make sense. Determined to understand why he felt the way he did about Taehyung, he soon came to the decision that he'd have to learn everything there was to the male. Even if a part of him felt it was wrong to do it behind Jimin's back. Pulling out his phone he is soon looking for Taehyung on social media.

---

When their second break came he wasn't happy. Placing his tray on the table Jimin can't help but let his gaze trail after his mate. Seeing Bogum's arms wrapped around Taehyung he can't help but seethe. Growling lowly he plops down onto his seat. Grabbing the burger he had paid for he bites into it angrily. Unaware of the amused grins he shoves a few fries into his mouth as he curses the older alpha under his breath, "Stupid, Bogum. Why can't he go after someone else's mate?" 

Curious Yoongi can't help but ask, "Jimin why aren't you with Taehyung."

"Taehyung knows Bogum."

"Alright, but what does that have to do with you not spending time with your mate."

Cheeks flushing Jimin scowls as he mumbles, "Last time Taehyung forgot I was even there because of Bogum."

Leaning forward Hoseok frowns. Biting his lower lips he can't help but try to provide a reason for the younger, "So that doesn't mean Taehyung will forget about you. Maybe they were just catching up the other day."

Eyebrow twitching Jimin turns to stare at Hoseok, "Hobi-hyung, today I came to school with Taehyung and the minute he saw Bogum he ran to him."

At the wince, he scowls before once more taking a bite. As he chewed Jimin continued to speak, "He literally forgot about me."

At the low hum, he turns to Yoongi. 

Rolling his shoulders Yoongi sighs before offering an idea, "Well, maybe you just have to get Taehyung's attention."

At the scoff, everyone turns to Namjoon.

Eyes narrowing Yoongi spats, "What, do you have something to say? If you do just say it."

Stiffening Namjoon hesitates before muttering a quiet, nothing. Shrugging off Jungkook hand he pushes himself away from the table before excusing himself. 

Nodding, slightly Yoongi turns to the younger, "Right, like I was saying Taehyung's human. It's going to be a little bit harder to get him to know unless you flat out tell him," hesitating he bites his lip as he tries to find the right words before continuing, "but with how meek your mate it that probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Leaning forward Jimin, pushes Hoseok away when the older invades his space. As much as he wanted to make a connection with his mate alone, he had a feeling it wasn't going to be an easy one. So as he swallows his pride he asks, "What do you think I should do?"

Grin widening Hoseok leans into the younger alpha's space. Stealing a glance at his alpha he wiggles his brow before whispering. Moving back in time to avoid a smack to the face Hoseok is crackling. At the flushed cheeks, red tipped ears and indigent yell he moves to sit in Yoongi's lap. Satisfied he turns towards the table he knew where Taehyung was. Seeing the younger peering at them quietly he bites the inside of his cheek. 'He might not be interested yet, but he's curious.'

At the light tap to his thigh Hoseok turns wide eyes to Yoongi. Smiling softly he whispers, "I'll tell you later. Now why don't you tell Jimin what you had in mind."

---

Following after Bogum he can't help but take a glance over his shoulder. Seeing Jimin sitting at a table with his friends he quickly looks away. Taking a seat he is soon eating off of Bogum's tray. While the conversation was light between them Taehyung couldn't help but notice that his friend looked nervous. Curious just as he goes to ask he doesn't. At the loud laughter behind them, he can't help but turn to glance over where Jimin was. Seeing Jimin trying to elbow Hoseok, his lips twitch. 'Why does he look embarrassed?'

Blinking his eyes widen when he meets Hoseok's gaze, turning around he feels like he got caught staring. Moving closer to Bogum Taehyung turns to peer over his shoulder. Relieved that Hoseok wasn't looking in their direction, he wonders if he imagined it. Going back to picking at the tray before him, Taehyung peers silently at Bogum. Knowing that the elder needed time, he decided to give him that. It's only when the elder suddenly stands that he's confused. 

Pushing himself to his feet, Bogum turns to Taehyung. Stretching out his hand his request is quiet, "Is it okay if we talk somewhere more private?"

At the wide grin and hand slipping into his own, he feels relieved for a moment. Grabbing the empty tray with his other hand he begins to lead them out of the cafeteria. While the walk to the bins wasn't long, the one to the open courtyard felt long. As he brings them to a stop before a cherry blossom treat his eyes remain on Taehyung who sits on the bench underneath the shade. Letting out a shaky exhale he can't help but move. Pacing Bogum bites his lower lip in worry. Glancing at Taehyung every now and then he tries to figure out how to word what he was about to say.

"Bogum-hyung?"

Glancing down at Taehyung the wide eyes and pout has him sitting down to his right. Gently grabbing the youngers hand he clears his throat, "Taehyung, I please don't be scared. C-could you listen to me and then you can tell me if you'll be my friend or not?"

Confused Taehyung nods.

"I'm sure you know this Academy is one where werewolves mainly go along with a few selected students."

Pausing Bogum waits until he sees the small nod. Heart clenching his eyes flutter shut as he mutters, "I'm not human, Taehyung. I'm a werewolf, a shapeshifter, and alpha to everyone. I know that we-we can be scary sometimes but I promise I'd never hurt you."

Eyes fluttering to an open he slowly peers at Taehyung. When green eyes show no reaction Bogum panics. His words tumbling out faster before his breath hitches at the soft squeeze to his hand. At the wide box like smile and glint in green eyes his heart slows.

"I know."

"What?"

"I knew you were a werewolf."

"B-but how?"

At the slight hesitation he moves closer. Giving Taehyung a small smile he gives him a reassuring squeeze to the hand. 

"Your dad...when he tried to hit me that one time he was drunk. You-you growled and your eyes they changed colors. I think I saw your teeth but they were small."

"Oh...." relieved Taehyung hadn't treated him any different Bogum still can't get rid of the fear that lingered along with the growing doubt. Quietly he asks, "and your not scared? Scared of me?"

Moving forward Taehyung wraps his arms around his hyung. His words soft and his grin remaining bright as he mutters into the crook of his neck, "I'd never be scared of you, Bogum. I don't think I ever will be."

Letting out a sigh of relief Bogum asks if he could do the one thing he's been wanting to for a long time, "Can I scent you?"

"What's that?"

 Cheek flushing Bogum gives the younger male a sheepish smile, before beginning to explain just what it was and what it meant.

---

As he makes his way through the doors, he's quick to change into the set of P.E. clothes he had been given. Tugging on his shirt Taehyung turns. As his eyes move to all his other classmates the sight of their teacher talking to one of his classmates has him sighing. It's only when he hears a familiar laugh that he moves. Seeing Jimin pushing someone away his eyes widen as a few began to join in. As the small group began to grow, he's yelping as he presses himself against the locker when someone bumps into him. Once he's sure he won't run into anyone he moves to the bare wall on the other side. 

'I knew they were strong...but doesn't that hurt?'

Eyes widening Taehyung winces as they collide into lockers and walls. As they soon began to become blurs Taehyung tenses at the one moving towards him, but just as he made to move away, the movement to his right has him gasping. As the body heading his way is suddenly shoved into the row of lockers he's flinching at the hands that smack onto the wall beside his head. Eyes opening slowly he's gaping at Jimin. Looking up into ocean blue eyes his breath hitches. The slight heaving of Jimin's chest, and the arms bracing him in having him feel safe. Knowing that Jimin wouldn't hurt him, Taehyung relaxes. 

Peering down at Taehyung, Jimin looks his mate over before turning to look at where he sent Kai. Seeing the beta sprawled on the ground he huffs before slowly pushing himself away from the wall. At the light touch to his shoulder, his gaze once more returns to Taehyung. At the flushed cheeks, he leans in closer. His attention solely on his mate. 

"Thank you, for, um...protecting me Jimin. You didn't have to."

Shaking his head Jimin presses his forehead against his mate, his voice gentle as he replies, "I wanted to."

FWEET!

"Alright everyone, let's get moving we have a busy day today."

Groaning Jiin pulls away. While he was nodding along with everyone else, Jimin was cursing his professor in his head. Remaining behind with Taehyung as everyone begins to move out the door he scrunches his nose at the scent of honey. Taking a step closer to Taehyung he swallows the growl that he could feel crawling up his throat. 'Why the hell is Bogum scenting him for?'

Slowly following after their classmates they remain silent. Eyes moving to the back of Taehyung's shirt, Jimin can't help but grin at the name Kim, satisfied he wouldn't have to see Bogum's name and number he can't help but feel happy. It's only when there are in the gym that his mood falls. 

Huffing Jimin's painting, wiping at the sweat along his brow he turns to look at Taehyung. Seeing his mate sprawled on the ground, he makes his way over. Looking down at Taehyung he reaches down to pull his mate up. Ignoring the complaints about muscles hurting he leads them to a wall. Telling Taehyung to stretch he can't help but ask, "Taehyung do you know what scenting is?"

At the nod, he softly smiles, before asking, "Do you know why we scent?"

"It's to..."

"claim and to show your friends with someone."

"What do you mean by claim?"

Cheeks flushing Jimin looks away, "I-I'll tell you another time, don't go asking anyone else."

Shaking his head he continues, "Did you know when we scent someone we give them protection?"

Lips pursed Taehyung his head as he questions, "What do you mean?"

"It warns other wolves. I would like to explain more to you, but I know you might feel uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable? Why would I?"

"Well, you...you ran away from me earlier when I wanted to talk to you in the hall, so."

Stiffening Taaehyung looks away, "I-I wasn't uncomfortable. I just...sometimes you look at me weird and I just...I don't know I get nervous. I don't feel uncomfortable."

Taking a few steps closer to his mate, his gaze narrows as he asks, "Then why?"

Turning around Taehyung jabs his finger into Jimin's chest, "I don't know. I-I had a brain fart and then I ran okay."

Grabbing onto Taehyung wrist as softly as possible Jimin pulls him to him. 

"Are you sure I don't scare you?"

"No, I feel safe."

Tongue tying Jimin lets Taehyung go. Relieved his head hits the back of the wall behind him. 

"Th-"

FWEET!

"Alright everyone, class is over. Next time week we'll try something new."

Moving after everyone else Taehyung turns to look back at Jimin. Frowning he wonders why Jimin thought he was afraid of him, while he had the first time, the more he thought of it. He realized he wasn't. Jimin had yet to give him a reason to. Kicking his shoe into the gym floor he tries to remind himself that what he was doing. The friendship he wanted with Jimin, that whatever they had at the moment wasn't allowed. Biting on his lower lip he wonders if it would be worth making another friend. Having another friend besides Bogum. At the yell of their names, Taehyung runs towards the locker room. The teachers glare hard.

Struggling to put on his tie Taehyung flinched when a hand lands on his shoulder. Seeing Jimin's confused look he flushes. 

"Need help?"

Nodding Taehyung hands over his tie. As Jimin began green eyes follow. It's only when the tie begins to tighten that Taehyung panics. Hand reaching out his grip tightens around Jimin's wrist. His breath hitching and panic beginning to grow. Hand trembling his clenches his eyes shut at the memory.

Eyes widening Jimin glances up. The immediate change in Taehyung's scent and the fear in his eyes both confusing and worrying. 

"C-can it be loose?"

Sending a small smile Jimin nods. Another question added to the one of many. Once the tie is in place, he nods. Turning Taehyung around slowly towards the mirrors in the locker room he whispers, "There. You look great."

At the small smile and quietly whispered, "so do you," he beams. Playing with his phone in his pocket Jimin waits by the door. His bag on his shoulder. Knowing that he wouldn't have practice until later today, he bounces on the heel of his feet. It's only when Taehyung begins to make his way to the door that he begins, "Taehyung."

"Yes, Jimin?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over on the weekend. We usually have a game night at home and well I was wondering if you'd like o join. The guys are coming, we're even going to the fair in town."

"Oh, well I don't get an allowance so I wouldn't be able to."

"You don't have to pay."

Eyes wide Taehyung begins to shake his head. His cheeks flushing as he begins to get slightly angry.  "No, if you expect me to take your money th-"

Holding his hands up Jimin is quick to tell his mate, "Wait, wait...the thing is we get an entrance pass because of the academy."

"Oh."

Nodding Jimin smiles at the way Taehyung shrinks in on himself. 

"So did you want to come?"

"I have to ask my father first."

"Could I get your number then? So you could let me-I mean us know. I'd even pick you up."

Hesitating for a moment Taehyunf nods before taking the phone extended to him and typing his number in. Once handing it back he blins when the camera goes off. 

"Did you just..."

"I like having pictures for everyone."

Just as he goes to answer the door open. Seeing Bogum, Jimin scowls while Taehyung smiles.

"Ready to go Taehyung?"

"Yes, hyung. I was just talking to Jimin."

When his mate turns to him, Jimin smiles softly. The small good-bye and that he'd text him back having him remember he needed to text his mate first. Fingers hovering over the keys he's soon sending a wolf emoji.

---

Breath hitching Kim Kwang-kyu can't look away as she keeps her gaze on her son. Eyes trailing after him, she doesn't notice Namjoon approaching her. Worrying her bottom lip, she wonders if Taehyung even knows who she is. At the light tap to her shoulder, she looks away. Smiling widely at Namjoon she begins to tell ask him about his day. 

 

After Bogum and him had separated he had felt reluctant to head home. Yet the closer he got he couldn't help but worry about his father. Pulling out his phone he flips it open. Seeing a new message he smiles before adding it. Tucking it away he's surprised to see his father home. At the low greeting, he makes his way over. STanding before his father he lowers his gaze. Playing with his hands he quietly says, "Appa, I saw Bogum again."

"Oh, that's good. How is he?"

"Good. He's good. He was wondering if I could go to the fair with him tomorrow. I don't have to pay, the school is covering it."

At the low hum, Taehyung's shoulders slump. Unaware of the gaze on him, he doesn't see the guilt in Gunmo's eyes. Sighing the older man placed his glass of water down before replying, "Alright, just make sure to find a place to stay. I'll be having some guests over tomorrow."

Nodding excitedly, Taehyung presses a kiss to his father's cheek before asking if he needed to set anything up. At the dismissal to his room he goes. Pulling his phone out he sends his answer to Jimin. Putting his phone in his closet he turns to look back at the living room. Shaking his head he turns the handle to his room. Slowly closing the door to his room Taehyung remains silent. The sound of the door locking loud. Clutching tightly onto his phone he peers at the time on display. As he began to undress and look for a change of clothes to sleep in he hopes that tonight no one would coming over. Yet he was doubtful, his father never missed an opportunity to gamble and try to make some money. Crawling into his bed, he grabs the thin fleeced blanket and lets his head fall on his lumpy pillow. Eyes fluttering to a shut, he tries to calm down. All the thoughts rushing through him too many for him at once. As the minutes begin to go by he keeps his phone within reach. Just as sleep begins to claim him Taehyung hears the sound of someone knocking on the front door and in that moment he lets out a groan. 

When the sound of the usual loud greetings reach his ears, it doesn't take long for their drunk laughter and curses to fill the air. Scowling Taehyung grabs his pillow and places it over his head, as he tries to ignore all the yelling and cursing he finds it hard for sleep to claim him. Struggling to keep his eyes opens its when his eyes fall to a shut that he bolts up. Gasping his eyes widen and lips part. Whimpering at the screaming Taehyung presses himself against the wall. Reaching for his phone he clutches it tightly to his chest, his heart racing and his own whimpers escaping his mouth when he hears a loud knocking on his bedroom door. In the moment when he hears his father yell at one of his friends and realizes that they are fighting, he drops his phone. His hands covering his ears as he tries to drown out all the noise.  

Eventually when the shadows beneath his door vanish his hands shake. His mind drifting off to Jimin. Remaining curled against the wall his hands move to grab his phone. WIshing for the scent of cinnamon and musk that he had been surround with like the other night his hands shake as he dials the one number he had committed to memory since he had been given it recently. As the phone rings, Taehyung hopes his hyung will answer. When a sleepy greeting calms him he wipes at his eyes. Voice a low whisper he quietly asks, "Hyung?"

Taehyung, is something wrong?

"Bogumie-hyung, I-I can't sleep."

Did you want me to come over?

"No, no it's really late. Could you talk to me...maybe sing to me until I fall asleep? If-If it doesn't bother you. I'm sorry I know it's late."

No, no. It's not a bother, Taehyungie. Any requests?

"Anything's okay with me."

With the soft singing lulling him to sleep Taehyung for once doesn't have a nightmare under the roof of his father's home.

---

After wishing both his parents a goodnight Jimin makes his way into his room, but not without sparing a glance at the guest room. Once he was ready and beneath his sheets, he lets out a sigh. Turning on his side his eyes remain locked on the clock on his study desk. Grabbing his phone his eyes widen at the new message. Seeing Taehyung's name he smiles only for it to grow at the reply. clutching his phone tightly Jimin is relieved. 'Maybe Yoongi will be right.'

Placing his phone on the side Jimin tries to sleep. Groaning Jimin turns until he's flat on his back, closing his eyes he's once more groaning before turning to his left then to his right. Kicking off his bed sheet Jimin lowly snarls. His eyes flashing red briefly. Trying to ignore his wolfs growls Jimin swings his feet off his bed before he's throwing his door open and heading toward the guest room. Just when he takes a step in he's letting out a satisfied sigh at the strong scent of strawberries that reach his nose. Moving to the bed, he lets himself fall down onto the mattress. As he sat along the edge of the bed, Jimin lets out a sigh as his shoulders sag. Glancing around the room his question is silent as he wonders, "What am I going to do?"

Taehyung doesn't know. 

I don't know how to tell him.

Taehyung says he's not afraid of me, but what if he actually is.

How do I tell him?

What am I going to do tomorrow? 

Would he be upset getting on the rides with me tomorrow?

What if I screw up?

For a few minutes, as he sits there, Jimin finally moves. His thoughts slowing down as he tells himself that tomorrow he'd be seeing Taehyung. Crawling towards were the pillows were he decides that for tonight he'd stay in the guest room. His hands grip tightly onto the nearest pillow. Burying his nose against it Jimin lets out a soft moan. His wolfs growl fading away and the itch that had been with him since he had stepped foot back home dwindling. Pulling back the covers he's quick to slip underneath and pull it up to his shoulders. Grunting Jimin lets himself relax, his breathing evening and his eyes growing heavier by the second. Taehyung.