Moonchild | ot7 | Twenty Four

Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.

Chapter Warnings: Angst, tears, Only two chapters left, peopleeeee! Unless……………….

WC: 5K

It was interesting how only a few days –that honestly felt more like weeks– were enough for you to realize that you already felt like the den in Dalju was your home. You missed the open spaces and your bed, even the shared bathroom that you still had to remember to lock unless you wanted a wild Jungkook to step in and offer to join you in the shower.

It’s what made you realize that Seoul was never really your home, and make you wonder if you’d ever feel like this when the pack had to inevitably move back. One thing you already knew you missed very much, however, was Kimee.

You missed eating cheap instant noodles together on your couch, gossiping about whatever cute customers showed up at Moonlight, you missed telling her your deepest secrets and troubles, just to be met with the most unhinged solutions.

You already felt guilty about lying to her, about being MIA for this long. You never missed her calls or texts on purpose, but you always took too long to reach back. And now your calls were going straight to voicemail and your texts weren’t being delivered.

“Did you talk to your friend?” Yoongi was asking as he joined you and Jungkook in the living room.

You were laying on the couch, phone in hand as you kept trying to reach Kimee, and Jungkook was sitting on the floor with his back resting against the side of the couch closer to you, so you’d play with his hair every now and then. Yoongi lifted your legs carefully so he could sit down and place them back down and on top of his lap.

“I keep trying, but nothing is going through.” you huffed, locking your phone and placing it next to you. “I think she’s ignoring me now, which I understand. She probably thinks I was doing the same to her.”

“But you weren’t…” Jungkook stretched his neck to be able to look at you from his spot, merely upside down. “You were a little too preoccupied.”

“I know, but I can’t exactly tell her why I was too busy to pick up her calls.” you offered him a thankful smile when you knew he was trying to make you feel better, hand meeting his long mop of dark hair. “If I mention anything about a ritual, she’ll call my parents and have them send the police after me.”

“I’d like to see them try to take you from us.” Yoongi was squeezing your thigh, right above your knee, when you hadn’t even noticed how that area was a little achy in the first place.

“Calm yourself.” you giggled, bringing your attention to the blonde man while your fingers played with Kook’s hair. “I think my parents would actually like you very much.”

“All of us?” Jungkook turned around with hopeful eyes. “You don’t really talk about them.”

“All of you.” you nodded and poked the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “We’ve never been exactly close, but I know they love me. They probably miss me, too.”

“I hope we get to meet them one day.” Yoongi commented absentmindedly, surprising you to learn he felt like that. “Once all of this settles.”

“Do you think any of this will ever settle?”

“Oh, yeah.” Jungkook was nodding. “And then as soon as you make your choice, I’m taking you to see them and introducing myself properly.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed a little louder, sitting up on your elbows as you eyes the young wolf with a raised brow. “I assume that, in that little scenario, you’re the one I pick?”

“Obviously.” Jungkook’s grin was smug, making Yoongi scoff and press his fingers harder on your skin to bring your attention to himself.

You took that moment to properly sit up, pulling your legs from Yoongi and folding them in front of you. Your hand found Jungkook’s hair again and you leaned forward to press your forehead against Yoongi’s bicep.

“I wish I was any closer to picking, but I’m not.” if anything, the ritual and your latest dreams were throwing you off and making you think about things that felt a lot more life-changing than your relationship.

“No one is rushing you, sweetheart.” Yoongi assured you, kissing the crown of your head. “Jungkook is just annoying.”

“I’m annoying?!” the wolf snorted. “Better than to be old–”

The sound of a book being closed and thrown against the kitchen counter made you all jump and look behind you in time to see a slightly annoyed Namjoon walking to the front door. His explanation came right after:

“Someone is here, but of course you’re too occupied bickering to notice.” the heat wasn’t aimed at you, you knew that. With everything that was going on, from the ritual not-working-not-failing, to the whole situation with Chan stalking the den, your leader had been more than a little on edge lately.

“Sorry, alpha.” you were still the one to apologize.

If not for not noticing someone was coming –it’s not like your hearing had improved at all–, then for being the reason why the blinds were now constantly closed everywhere in the house. You no longer felt comfortable leaving them completely open at all times, so it was impossible to see the outside; but at least it meant no one could see in either.

The three of you still in the living room waited for Namjoon to open the door before whoever was outside could even knock. Based on Namjoon’s posture and his respite tone, you had a couple guesses as to who it could be.

“What are you doing here?” your alpha asked.

“Hello!” the voice was deep and chirpy and you felt yourself getting up. “Is Yn home?”

“You’re not welcome here.” Namjoon answered, but you slipped under his arm and stood between him and Felix.

“I’m home.” you waved, already being faced with the cold winds of winter in the mountains, turning to Namjoon to whisper: “And yes he is.”

“Hey… I was hoping I could talk to you.” Felix obviously didn’t feel welcome, standing there a bit too awkwardly with a Christmas wreath in his hands. “Unsupervised.”

I don’t want him in the house. You didn’t have to look behind you to know Namjoon was sulking.

“Of course, why don’t we sit outside where it’s cold and I could freeze?” you offered to your friend with a smile, being met with Felix’s confused face and the warmth of Namjoon’s breath in the back of your neck as he huffed.

Fine, use the sitting room.

To add to Felix’s confusion, you pushed the door a little wider and invited him in: “Come with me.”

The newcomer took his shoes off by the door, keeping his socks on as he followed you past the kitchen and into the sitting room by the stairs. The fireplace was burning low, the candle sitting on the mantel smelled of gingerbread and the pillows on the couch had bright red and green cases.

“You have a lovely home.” Felix noted.

“Thank you, I haven’t done anything to it, but Jin takes care of it really well.” you praised the man, hoping he was close enough to hear you.

Not only did Seokjin stress-bake, but he also… Stress-decorated. It meant the den was cozier than ever but you hated to imagine him under so much anxiety.

“It’s good to see you. I was scared I might not.” you sat down first and the man did the same right after.

“If you see me from now on or not, it’s up to you, but I needed to apologize.” he started carefully, placing the wreath between the two of you on the couch. “Which is why I made you this.”

“It’s very beautiful, Felix. Thank you.” you studied the wreath, wondering if Namjoon would mind it if you placed it on the front door. It was made of green foliage, red holly and pretty velvet bows. “But you don’t have to apologize.”

“Well, our pack still wanted to properly apologize for Chan’s behavior, so I asked to be the one to do it.” he explained with a guilty pull of his lips.

“Wise choice.”

“We were all really surprised when Jaesang-nim dropped him off at our den, and even more shocked when Namjoon and Jungkook showed up two days later accusing him of stalking you.” despite the subject being uncomfortable for the two of you, Felix still tried to get it out of the way quickly. “I promise the rest of us had no idea.”

“I believe you. And I know you’re not him, so you shouldn’t feel guilty for his actions.”

“I can’t help that last part.” he shrugged. “I was trying to become your friend, and to find out that my leader was stalking you behind our backs?”

“We can still be friends, I have no ill feelings toward you.” you made sure to let him know. You didn’t see yourself visiting his pack den any time soon, but you had no problem hanging out with Felix.

“You’re too nice, little red.” the pixie-like man fixed something in the wreath, more out of nerves than need. “I just think it’s weird… We live in a house like this, all of us together. I wonder how hyung got so good at sneaking out without any of us noticing.”

“Did you ask him why he did it?”

“I didn’t have to.” his eyes finally met yours, but they were heavy and sad. “We’re pretty open and honest with each other, so Chan just said he wanted to see you. That he didn’t know you were out of town, so he got a little too close and that’s when Jaesang-nim caught him. He’s not proud of it, but it is what it is.”

“Felix… I know he’s your hyung. Your alpha, but he needs to cut it out.” you pleaded, trying not to think of what might have happened if one of your boys were the one to catch him. “I’m not interested.”

“I know. And he knows that, too, but sometimes the heart makes you a little stupid.”

“We barely spoke once. I don’t understand why he’s so–”

“Obsessed?” he continued when you trailed off and you only nodded. “At first I thought this was about Jungkook. That he was only after you to annoy Kookie, to get under his skin. You know those two have history.”

“Yeah…”

“But now, I’m not so sure. It went too far.”

“Will you talk to him?” you asked, eyebrows almost kissing.

“Oh, I have.” he assured you. “We’re all constantly checking on him now, he’ll leave you alone. I give you my word.”

“And I can still come see you at the shop?”

“You’ll always be welcome, little red.” he smiled and this time it was real. “Come whenever you’d like and I’ll teach you how to make those wreaths.”

“You have a deal.” you offered him your hand to shake and Felix took it immediately. “If we end up staying in Dalju for much longer, you might have to employ me.”

Don’t get any ideas. Yoongi sounded in your head.

“Stop listening to my conversation!” you called out to the other room, making Felix laugh.

“Maybe we should have stayed outside.”

“Nah, they would just eavesdrop through the glass.”

You and Felix talked a little longer about the shop, Christmas sales and you told him about the twins’ birthday celebrations, leaving out the part about you almost dying from eating a poisonous root. But you knew he wasn’t quite convinced everything was completely normal with you when he pointed out:

“You don’t look very good.”

“I’ve just been a little under the weather, I usually get sick during winter time.” you lied. “It’s a human thing, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Sounds annoying.” Felix grimaced while getting up as he was ready to go.

“Tell me about it.”

You walked him to the front door and waited for him to put his shoes back on before unlocking it and walking him to his car. You waved and waited until the vehicle disappeared before walking back in, hating that now you had an eerie feeling about the woods around the house.

“How did it go, doe?” Seokjin was waiting for you with a warm cup of hot choco on the kitchen counter and an even warmer hug.

“Are you really going to pretend you weren't listening?” you mumbled against his chest as you hugged him with both arms around his torso.

“I call that being polite.” he laughed softly, hugging you back and dragging his nose on the top of your head. “Good thinking in not telling him about the ritual.”

“I didn’t know how he might react, or he would tell.”

“I know, but you want him to be your friend, so we would have understood if you told him.” he assured you, calming your worries before you even thought of them. “Even Namjoon.”

“I’m trying not to get in trouble with him right now.”

“Let’s keep you out of trouble in general, how about that?”

Hoseok was sitting on top of the kitchen counter, sipping on what was left of Jin’s latest batch of hot chocolate. He was so distracted and lost in his own thoughts that he barely noticed when Jimin and Taehyung walked into the room. Both young wolves were giggling as Jimin tried to tickle Taehyung by kissing the back of his neck, making the taller wolf squirm and whine.

“I hate to say this, but–” Hoseok started absentmindedly, being interrupted by a playful Jimin.

“Then don’t.” the blonde wolf teased, making Hoseok roll his eyes.

“Rude.” the older man finished the hot chocolate at once, placing the empty mug on the sink.

“You were about to say something is wrong, weren’t you?” Jimin let go of Taehyung to rest the side of his hip against the counter.

“You think so too?” Hoseok’s gaze went from Taehyung –as he searched the fridge for a second lunch– and Jimin.

“No, but if one of us doesn’t mention something being wrong at least once every two business days, I’m positive the world would end.” Jimin groaned, but Hoseok didn’t deny it.

“Fair.” the older man agreed. “I just have this weird feeling.”

“Like a vibe?” Taehyung decided to participate in the conversation, mouth full of cold chicken.

“Yes, Tae, like a vibe.” Hoseok grimaced at the lack of manners of the youngest man, but he was too tired to properly nag him.

“Who didn’t pass the vibe check?” Jimin wanted to know.

“Felix. Well, actually, something Felix said.” Hoseok jumped from the counter and walked to the entrance of the kitchen to make sure you weren’t at earshot.

“Which part?”

“He said Chan told him he was coming over to see Yn, but didn’t know we were out of town, so he got too close.” Hoseok retold what he heard, turning back to face his pack members.

“Yeah, and?” Taehyung waved the bitten chicken thigh for him to continue.

“The way he said it, it sounded like a one time thing.” he explained what had been on his mind since he heard it. “Like he was coming over and got caught snooping, rather than stalking.”

“What are you saying, hyung?” the distress coming out of Jimin’s pores showed his own concerns.

“What if we got the wrong guy?” Hoseok voiced. “What if Chan really was just coming here that one time and just so happened to run into Jaesang-nim and we all just assumed?”

“I did feel weird that neither you nor Jungkookie could smell Chan in any of your rounds. Even when you found the campsite.” Jimin agreed, perfect eyebrows knitting together. “I’d assume Kook would have recognized his scent miles away.”

“We should ask Namjoon hyung what happened when he went over to visit their pack, then.” Taehyung couldn’t even eat anymore, throwing the half eaten chicken thigh in the trach and frowning as if his stomach started to hurt. “He’ll be able to tell us if he got the same vibe. Maybe Chan admitted more things to them.”

With the longest sigh in history, Hoseok nodded: “I’ll call a pack meeting.”

The boys couldn’t remember another time in their pack history where they needed to meet and discuss so many things as they had to since you came into their lives. Granted, they never had something that they actively shared and that they needed to protect as fiercely as they did you, but with everything that transpired in the last few days, all of them could use a break.

Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin were the first ones to gather in the living room, being joined in no time by Seokjin and Namjoon.

Yoongi and Jungkook were the last wolves to join the pack, with you following right behind. Your combined scents were all mixed together and your three pairs of lips were too swollen for you to just be watching a movie like you said you’d do.

“Sorry we're late, the… Movie got too interesting.” Jungkook was giggling as he squeezed himself between Taehyung and Jimin on the couch and Yoongi was too red in the face to say anything.

You wanted to pinch Jungkook on the butt if he didn't stop being so obvious. Before you could find a spot on the couch to sit down, Namjoon held you gently by the arm to stop you.

“Baby, can you wait upstairs?” he didn't mean to belittle you, of that you were sure. But that's still how it felt when you kept being denied participation.

“Why? I thought I was part of the pack.” you told him, looking to the other wolves as if looking for support. “If this is a pack meeting, then I should be included.”

“Not this time, I’m sorry.” Namjoon sounded tired, but so were you.

“Why? Because I’m not wolf enough to hear whatever it is you have to tell them?” you crossed your arms, willing to fight your way in.

“Little human, don’t make this hard–”

“Stop calling me that, all it does is remind me I’ll never truly be one of you.” you snapped, he hadn’t called you little human in a while. Part of you wanted to believe it was just a slip of the tongue, but it still made you worry about this meeting you weren’t allowed in.

What if that's how he started to see you as again? What if their hopes of you being one of them went down the drain now that you kinda failed the ritual? What if–

“You are one of us.” Namjoon insisted.

“Then why can’t I stay?” you whined, but Namjoon didn't have an answer for you. “Right. I’m only one of you when it’s convenient.”

“You’re being difficult and spoiled.”

“And you’re being a hard ass.”

“Yn.” Namjoon’s warning was clear, you were pushing him. “Go.”

“Your alpha voice doesn't work on me.” you jutted out your chin, defiant and petulant. But Namjoon was looking at you as if you were a child, with a clenched jaw and cocked head. And when you looked behind him, none of the other six were even looking your way, or saying anything in your favor. It hurt you deeply and made you swallow your own pride. “You know what, fine. If you don't want me here then have fun at you all boy's club.”

You knew you were being unreasonable and, sure, maybe a little spoiled. But the seven of them were tired? Maybe they should have a little empathy and think about how you felt. They already kept too many secrets from you and the fact that Chan was stalking the den and you happened to find out should’ve been the last one. You understood they had your best interest in mind most of the time, but you would never feel completely part of the pack if they kept pick-and-choosing what you could or couldn’t know.

You stomped your way upstairs, hitting your door closed with a bit more force than needed, so they could all rest assured that you wouldn’t listen to whatever it was that they had to discuss. A privilege they clearly didn’t grant you when you were just trying to have a conversation with Felix a few hours ago.

“Damn their double standards.” you grumbled under your breath, irritation rattling your bones. “And now this room is fucking cold–”

You didn’t remember leaving your balcony door wide open as it was, especially not since snow started to fall outside. Or maybe you did and just couldn’t remember. With everything that’s been going on, you wouldn’t be surprised if you had to add ‘memory loss’ to the list of neverending new things that were happening to you.

You were on your way to closing the sliding glass door when you saw something on the wooden railing of your balcony that made you stop; neatly folded over the banister was a jean jacket.

Your feet burned with the cold as you stepped outside, reaching the piece of clothing you were certain you’d lost. The last time you remembered seeing this was during your forest date with Taehyung, when you threw that very same jacket onto a tree branch to mislead the boy into following a different path than yours, to give you more time to hide.

How could it be here–

The stench hit you first, acrid and tart, burning your nostrils and striking panic within your chest. The arms wrapping around you and the hand covering your lips made your eyes widen and your body jolt as you tried to squirm your way out of the stranger’s hold.

A mouth was pressed to your ear as your squeal was muffled by the hand. The warning sent ice water through your veins, stomach dropping at the words: “Scream and I’ll snap your neck like a twig.”

“Who–”

“I'm offended you forgot about me already.” the voice sounded like a distant memory, but the more you heard it, the easier it was to place a face to. “Especially when you're all I can think about.”

Southside.

Your heart got caught in your throat, body trembling with pent up adrenaline as it tried to fight or flight. Your stomach was twisting in knots as you felt a sharp pain in your chest.

A million thoughts were running through your mind and the more you tried to push the man off, the more he squeezed you into his chest and pressed you against the railing in front of you. Your hands grabbed onto his arm to try and take it away from your chest and face, all you needed was one good scream to alert the boys–

“Always so feisty.” he laughed, squeezing you so hard your bones were starting to hurt. The man was so much bigger than you, and with his added werewolf strength, you doubted you could overpower him. “I can't tell you how many times I thought about walking into that joke of a coffee shop to taste the sweetest thing on the menu. And now here you are.”

This man was faster than you, stronger than you, and he had nothing to lose. You had to take his warnings seriously if you wanted to get out of this situation with your neck in place. You had to be smart. He was clearly in a talking mood, body buzzing with his own kind of adrenaline as he thought he caught you.

Maybe you couldn’t scream to get the pack’s attention, but soon enough someone would realize there was a new heartbeat in the den, a new voice… You needed to keep him talking.

“How did you find me?” your voice was dull behind his hand and you felt sick to your stomach with how you could taste sour from his palm.

“It was hard at first, but your little friend?” the more the Southside wolf spoke, you could feel little droplets of his spit hitting your skin. You wanted to cry, every cell and nerve ending on your body was telling you to run. Your heart skipped a beat as cold sweat triggered a screech out of you at the thought of Kimee. “That bitch held her tongue long enough, but all we had to do was squeeze her just right.”

To match his words, the werewolf’s free hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed hard for a second, painting all kinds of scenarios of what he could have done to your friend.

“Thank you for that, by the way.” his hand left your throat to pick up the jacket folded on the banister, bringing to his face to inhale your scent that was stuck to it. “Let me straight to you.”

“What have you done to Kimee?!” you wriggled in his hold, making him drop the jacket to hold you through your struggle.

“I wonder if you'll scream as loud as she did.”

“What the fuck do you want?” you cried out, sinking your nails into his arm, but his skin was hard and dry.

“Only what's rightfully ours.” the man spoke through gritted teeth, pushing you harder against the banister to hurt you just enough to get back at you for trying to scratch him. “You belong to the south, little girl, and we're taking you back.”

“I'm got yours, I'm not going back–” you tried to twist in his arms to break free, alarm and trepidation making your brain scramble with the fear of being taken away.

“Oh, you think because you live with Bangtan you belong to them now?” the man spoke of your pack with disgust, finally letting go of your mouth to tangle his hand in your hair to yank it hard enough for you to bare your neck to him.  “I don't see a claim.”

“Let go–” you whined as your vision blurred with tears from the sting in your scalp.

“But don't worry, I'm about to fix that.” the hold in your hair got tighter as you squirmed like a fish out of water, desperately trying to break free.

Sweetheart? I’m sorry about that. You want to talk about what just happened?

Yoongi. Yoongi was coming. Or at least listening for you… You didn’t think twice about yelling at the top of your lungs as you used your elbow to hit the man in the ribs. The outburst caught him by surprise and his arms loosened enough for you to free yourself from his hold.

Perhaps you were innocent to think you could escape a werewolf as you didn’t make it two steps towards your room before being pulled back into his chest, claws digging into your arms to keep you.

At least your yell was enough to alert the pack that you were in danger, your door was being kicked open and you could see the confusion turn into terror as the men saw you in the Southsider’s arms.

But it was too late.

Your eyes were wide and stinging with tears as you felt the tearing, white-hot pain on your neck. It took a few seconds for your brain to make sense of the sharp fangs that punctured your skin, the trashing of the man’s face to sink deeper into your flesh making your vision blurry. Your scream was terrified as hysteria took over.

The werewolf was still latched onto your skin even after the bite and you felt like he might tear your flesh apart as the excruciating pain made you dizzy. You tasted bile on your tongue when the pain began to radiate from the wound to the rest of your body.

The venom was the worst part.

You could feel every drop of the toxins flowing into your bloodstream, burning you like lava, attaching to your own cells and overpowering every inch of you. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t yell, you couldn’t fight.

You knew that all of this couldn’t have lasted longer than two seconds, but it felt like hours. You’ve never been in so much pain in your life, the poison from the root seeming like child’s play compared to this. The pulling out of the fangs from your neck hurt just as bad as when they punctured your skin, the warm and wet sensation of your own blood flowing down your neck made you want to throw up.

Like a fucking coward, the Southside wolf let go of you, pushing you forward so he could run away.

Everything after that happened in a blur.

Your knees gave out, but before you could hit the floor, Jin’s arms were around you. You heard the most guttural set of growls as bones and flesh gave way to dark fur, handsome features morphing into long faces and sharp teeth right in front of your eyes as Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook turned.

The wolves leaped off the balcony railings with the speed of a sports car, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. If it served you as solace, you could rest assured that your attacker didn’t stand a chance against the three of them.

You’d be the first to admit you always romanticized this moment. You used to daydream about being claimed, about being someone’s true mate, about carrying their mark on your neck. But in your imagination, the pain webbed into pleasure, the knowledge that it would link you to the love of your life forever was a lot more important than the physical part of it.

But now it was taken away from you. That dream, that one in a million chance that you could survive a werewolf bite was taken away from you from a complete stranger that you didn’t love. Someone selfish, violent, someone so obsessed that he didn’t care if his actions killed you; so long as he had the last say, so long as he could say you belonged to him.

You didn’t know when your eyes had fluttered closed, opening them as a new flash of blazing pain irradiated from your neck down to your limbs. Seokjin was sitting on the floor with you in his arms, Jimin’s shirt had been pulled off as he pressed it against your wound to stop the bleeding. Yoongi was kneeling in front of you as his lips moved.

You could see them talking to you, but you couldn’t hear over the buzzing in your ears.

“I’m scared…” you sobbed, realizing you were crying when you felt the saltiness of your tears on your lips.

“I know, baby, I know.” Seokjin was crying, too, you noticed as you looked at him. “You’ll be okay, I promise you’ll be okay.”

“Don’t wanna die.” you whined, reaching for whatever you could grab, finding Yoongi’s hand. “Please, I don’t wanna leave you, please, please–”

“Shhh, save your strength, it’s okay.” from the tramble on Jimin’s voice, you knew nothing was okay. “Stay with us, hey, hey, don’t close your eyes–”