My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

48) Of Seconds and Belly Rubs

Date: December 27th
Time: 6:32pm
Location: Y/n's apartment
Mood: That moment when BTS comes back from break and finally your life has meaning again
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All at once her thoughts froze in place as the sound of paws thundering down the hall filled the apartment. Maybe a fully grown wolf running towards her should have set her instincts into a fight or flight mode, but all she could detect was an overbearing excitement and a blanket of safety.

In a second she had turned and without fully realizing it, started running to meet him halfway, a happy, "Wolfy!" Escaping from her mouth.

They collided in the living room, Y/n dropping to her knees to encircle his neck in a hug and Wolfy with an overjoyed yip, loving every second of it.

Reminiscent of a puppy, his tongue darted out to coat her in kisses. Giggles soon filled the room as his tongue hit all of the ticklish spots on her neck and a continually sniffing nose roamed the area of her face.

Taehyung bit the head off a giraffe cracker, nearly choking when Y/n delivered a kiss of her own, straight on Wolfy's snout. Both wolf and human stopped for a split second to look at one another, most likely surprised by her action. That didn't last for long. The next moment he had broken free from her hug to flop on his back and present his belly.

A hand beat at Taehyung's chest to dislodge the cracker that hadn't gone down right. This was such an intimate scene that he shouldn't watch, but he couldn't look away. In werewolf culture, wolves only showed their belly to one person. Not their family. Not their friends. Not even their alpha. Only their mate. It was a way of saying, 'here's the most vulnerable part of me, and I trust you with it'.

It was a deeply personal and symbolic tradition that was meant as a promise, a proposal and which signifies an extreme trust. Not a request for a belly rub.

But that's how Y/n took it. Rubbing his belly while cooing over how handsome he was. Taehyung knew it wasn't possible, but he could have sworn he saw Jimin's wolf blush.

And he gave no indication of disliking the attention either. He lay there on his back, staring up at her with trusting eyes as she fawned over him. Tae might have secretly taken a picture with his phone. Or twenty. Eventually he drifted back into the kitchen to give them privacy...and also to see what else Y/n had to eat.

Meanwhile, Y/n was in her own heaven. Wolfy was better than she had first imagined him to be, back before she saw his picture and envisioned him as a blond with chubby cheeks. Then she had seen his picture. But the photograph failed to really portray how beautiful he was. There were lots of colors to him. Brown, black, tawny and a touch of auburn could be seen here and there, each one blending into the next and creating a colorful landscape that could make Monet blush. His coat wasn't overly fluffy, it was thinner and sleek to the touch. Her favorite part of him was oddly familiar to Jimin's pinkie. His tail. It was short, maybe half the size of a regular wolf's and had yet to stop wagging since they had gone running into each other's arms.

Taking her time she looked over every part of him, drinking in the sight of the magical being before her. He was happy, that was obvious. As a person who had trouble reading others emotions, it was strange that she was able to detect his feelings and read him so clearly. The calmness of his gaze told her how content he was. The relaxed posture as he lay on his back said that she was in charge and he would bend to her every request. The way he had run into her arms and coated her with affection let her know that he was in love with her just as much as Jimin had said only moments before.