Mix and Match ~ TK

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Warning: contain self-harm scenes.

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Jungkook and Lucas ended up spending the rest of the day in their wolf form. Playing around, nipping at each other and occasionally racing through the vast green northern forest.
Jungkook hasn't felt this content and fullfilled since before leaving his older pack. It was a familiar experience he couldn't have chosen a better partner to do it with.
Lucas was everything Jungkook imagined in a friend; he was lovable, respectful of their boundaries, knew exactly what to say to the true blood without hurting him—something that he still isn't used to— and for some reason he seems to always appear in the perfect moment Jungkook needed someone.
When the raven head thought he would lose himself, the jet haired boy was there to collect him, offer him a reassuring smile and lead him to mood changing activities. Somehow, Lucas always ends up putting a smile on Jungkook's face.
Like right now, Jungkook's huge wolf was laying on his stomach, eyes half lidded and breeze caressing his silky black fur like a lovers touch. Lucas smaller wolf, a beautiful black and brown wolf, was laying across Jungkook's back, jaw moving alongside the rising and dropping surface in a steady pace. They were quietly enjoying each other's presence and the smell of fresh leaves and soaked earth all around them.
Jungkook purred in satisfaction as Lucas' paw scratched a particularly itchy spot on his side.
It was easy. That's what the true blood thought. That's what he craved. An easy, uncomplicated, simple bond. He's always dreamed of having a partner with whom he would share physical and mental affection, communicate easily with and be there for each other. They would do normal activities and hang out all day. They would separate to do their own personal things like study or work but would meet each other at the end of the day, have meaningless conversations about it and cuddle and sleep. It was so easy. Seemed so facile. It got Jungkook thinking.

Was this all really worth it?

It sounds like normal behavior to question everything when a person faces one too many complications and ends up with more scratches than smiles. More scars than benefits. More blood than joy.
It was a query Jungkook had concerning no other that Kim Taehyung.
The name used to bring endless pleasing tingles to his being even in the middle of their worst times. Now it brought questions, uncertainties, doubt. It brought dread. Chasing the alpha began to resemble more a war. It was starting to feel like fighting a losing battle. Jungkook was holding tightly onto his personal beliefs and his fate in the Moon Goddess, giving his all to a person that seemed too far gone to see anything beyond his own madness. The true blood was slowly noticing the pillars holding his world breaking and patience crumbling.
He loathed it.
Sitting in his wolf form, in the middle of a forest with an equally warm body tangled with his, no words exchanged except for the small here and there gestures that filled his body and soul with delight; Jungkook questioned himself once more:

Was Kim Taehyung worth it?

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Taehyung had a headache. It all started yesterday when he came back from the café alone and started having those darned flashbacks. His mind had began whirring with images, scenes, words and feelings. It started off as basic things such as eating lunch together and playing tag; but soon escalated to screaming, crying and gore.
The pouding in his head transformed into endless rattling that gave him the feeling of his head being split into two forcefully. It hurts like a motherfucker.

And now, Taehyung had his face buried into his shaky hands, fingers enclosed around his hair so tightly he wouldn't be surprised if some of it came off. His body was rocking back and forth in an almost prayer-like manner.
He was praying, in fact. He prayed every spiritual being he knew of to make the pain stop. He felt like the more time went by, the more his head hurt, and the more he was likely to bang it so hard against his bedroom's wall until it just breaks.

The feeling was familiar to the pain he endured with the mate bond. To be fair, he did feel the side of his neck throb and his chest heave in difficulty to inhale any acceptable amount of oxygen. So the bond hurt, but it didn't hurt as much as the pain the alpha was currently experiencing in his head.

He was supposed to be in class hours ago. His brother had a meeting to attend to and Jin was by his side. Yeonjun had decided to visit a neighboring city with Soobin who wanted to get something for his parent's upcoming arrival.
Taehyung was alone.
What else is new, right? He was completely on his own in excruciating agony and his prayers had shifted from wishing the pain to cess to wishing he would just pass out already. He wanted relief.

When hours had passed and nothing changed, the alpha was crying rivers, hand banging on the wall he tried to avoid all morning, and his nails, his long beautifully manicured nails were scratching long, deep gashes into his arms, neck and face.
It was unintentional self-torture.
And the crimson red liquid that trickled down his limbs and the back of his head had finally granted him his wish. He passed out.

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Jimin had been eating. It was dinner time at the pack house and he was sitting in a massively big table with Alpha and Luna Jeon, Beta Jung, Jackson, Jaebum, Hoseok and Yoongi.
It was a rather quiet gathering and Yoongi who has been sitting between the blonde and red haired wolves, had one hand clasped around the latter and leg mindlessly tangled with the former.
Jimin didn't pay much attention to it. It's been this way ever since he came here and they talked. Ever since he accepted the fact that he did in fact have two mates. It was all light touches, long night conversations and shared glances during daytime when each were doing a particular activity— mostly Yoongi getting back on his Beta duties and Jimin assisting the still recovering Hoseok.
But now, Jimin was picking a steaming piece of roasted chicken when he stopped dead in his tracks.
If you had asked him to describe the feeling he felt in this exact moment, the blonde wouldn't know what to say.
It was just like something really important that slipped out of your mind but then you'd just remembered in a rush.
That something was Taehyung. And Jimin didn't wait to fully comprehend his instinctive reaction when he dashed out from the table and ran to his room to get his phone.
It had been ringing for five minutes with no one picking up.

"Jimin? Are you okay?"

"What happened?"

The blonde looked up to find his two mates looking at him from the bedroom door in concern.

"I- I don't know." He said when the ringing stopped and he was greeted yet again with the voicemail sound.
"It's Taehyung." He simply added, not knowing how to further elaborate.

"Taehyung? I thought you guys haven't talked since you came here." Yoongi approached in steady steps, helping his heaving alpha mate to the mattress to compensate for the effort he made climbing up the stairs. They took one look at Jimin's suddenly running form and then got up to follow him anxiously, only giving a half-assed explanation to the rest of the table. They didn't know what's going on themselves but if there was anything serious, they'd rather talk about it the three of them first.

Looking at their precious mate walking back and forth in front of them, they realized how both confused and alarmed he was.
Jimin had a very bad feeling. He didn't know why or how, he just knew he had to reach his best friend one way or another. In a rush, he ended up calling the head alpha.

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