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

Jackson had hooked up with Namjoon. Mark really wanted to be nasty about him, call BTS' leader out as the clumsy, idiot dork that he really was, but watching the way he made Jackson smile, the way her face would light up whenever he called her or her soft little giggle from the top bunk which meant he'd texted her goodnight back . . . He couldn't bring himself to be that much of an .  (Sorry to anyone who read this before. It's actually finsihed now, properly.)

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. 

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.

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. 

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

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

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

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. 

It was very important to him to meet your family. His family had adored you and now with the ring he'd put on your finger, there was no way you could stall any longer. 

Jackson was one of those hyungs that Bambam just adored. The man was everything he'd envisioned in his ideal type and then everything else he hadn't thought of and on top of it all, Jackson was an omega. There was only one problem that halted Bambam from confessing to Jackson, for better or worse. That problem's name is Jaebum, his loved and respected leader, and it's Jaebum's mark that Jackson's got on his neck.

He was angry, and you completely understood why - even agreed with him - but it wasn't doing either of you any good to stay bitter. It wasn't going to make it better, and it wasn't your fault they were like that. You hadn't even wanted to come, he'd been the one to insist. 

Jaebum loved her, as broken and convoluted as that may seem. Jackson brought life and colour where there would otherwise be none. To hell with the fact she was a ghost.