Collision

Chapter 67

When Yoongi awoke early, too early in his own book but that wasn't the point, he already knew that there was no way he was going back to sleep. He could already feel the way his mind was waking up despite the fact he really, really didn't want to wake up.

Resigned to his fate, Yoongi rolled over and cast a fond look at Jeongguk, who was literally sleeping like a rock. He was barely moving, mouth parted, hair mussed and wild, and was that drool?

Yep. Yeah, that is drool.

Shaking his head in slight amusement, Yoongi pushed the covers off and stretched. He knew Jeongguk was like him, barely woke up for anything, so he wasn't too worried about it as he padded out into the living room.

What Yoongi wasn't expecting to see was the two wolves, very much human and very much naked, to be wide awake and staring at Yoongi with gaping expressions. It didn't seem like they were doing anything bad but with the expressions on their faces, one would think they had murdered the Queen of England.

Yoongi briefly wonders if there was ever a time in his life when he wouldn't be staring at naked men in his living room and think what the actual fuck rather than wondering why they were awake and in human form in the first place.

His life had certainly taken a route he never expected, and he couldn't really find it in himself to care, either.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yoongi sighs. "Normally, I would ask. But know what? Not gonna. Nope. Do not want to know." Nodding more to himself rather than the wolves, he cocks his head. "Listen, you both seem... decent... ish. Got to add that 'ish' there, but you reek like a wet dog. So. You need a bath."

Jimin's nose crinkles. "I don't smell like a wet dog. My scent is sunflowers and dogwood."

"That isn't- okay, let me try this again." Yoongi walks over, kneels beside Jimin, and purses his lips. "Your hair looks disgusting, you smell briefly of creek bed and sweat. You're in my cabin, and it's human lesson time."

"Oh," Jimin says cutely, perking up as he whisks his fingers through the shock of orange bangs that cascaded into his eyes. "Okay!"

"Do we get clothes too?" Taehyung asks, perking up from where he was sitting. Yoongi cranes his head, blinking in surprise. "I want some nice clothes. Like the kinds in magazines!"

"Did you steal magazines from humans on the mountain?" Yoongi asks, dumbfounded. Jeongguk couldn't read, so he was wondering why Taehyung would steal that when he shouldn't be able to read either.

"No, I just... permanently burrowed them," he replies, "and I also took some books, and at one time, I stole this guy's paw holder thing." He frowns. "Don't get the point of those, though."

"Paw... holder... thing?" Yoongi mutters, confused Taehyung nods once, then gestures towards the house slippers on Yoongi's feet. He felt his face fall into a are you fucking serious face. "Shoe. A goddamned shoe."

"Yeah! Those." Taehyung nods happily to himself, pleased, as he rocks back on his butt. "I want one of those tore up jackets with lots of color on them."

"I- you know what, not even going to say anything. Let's just fucking bathe first."

Glancing between the two, he wonders how well this is going to go. If he had to take a stab at it, he would say like shit but with a careless shrug, Yoongi bends down and grasps at Jimin's bicep.

The Omega blinks.

Taehyung, luckily, didn't seem too bothered. He just watches wordlessly as Yoongi shifts his weight, licks his lips, and sighs through his nose. "Okay, so, I am going to pull you up. You practiced walking with Jeongguk yesterday, right?" A single happy nod. "Same principle. The difference is I am practically blind, so whatever you do, do not fucking land on me."