Collision

Chapter 89

Namjoon and Seokjin had taken residence on the couch, pressed disgustingly close despite the large amount of room that was still there.

Taehyung was pacing slightly in front of the recliner, earthy brown hair falling in front of his eyes while Jimin sat on the floor, back pressed against Seokjin's legs as the older Omega cards his fingers through his orange hair absently.

Hoseok, the newcomer, was hovering near the fireplace. He was wearing his grimy clothes, the stench of them thick in the cabin's living room, and Yoongi's nose wrinkles unconsciously.

Hoseok was good looking, despite the obvious homelessness that surrounded him. He had tanned skin from spending too much time in the sun, face hallow from lack of food,and hair a reddish-brown that appeared like ground cinnamon.

The Beta's body was too lean, practically gaunt, and lips thin and chapped from the cold. Dirt and grime was streaked over his flesh, and he used the wall for support as he stared distantly out the window with a pinched expression. His lips were curled downwards, exposing hidden dimples that were slightly endearing.

There was tension in his shoulders, curling him back, but he remained steady and firm even as he glances up at the sound of the door clicking closed. He met Yoongi's gaze evenly before his eyes dropped back down.

The wolf in Yoongi was oddly pleased by the action, but shoved it away to focus on later.

Taehyung's head snapped in his direction, nose flaring, and his shoulders locked. Jimin scrambles to his feet, eyes wide and mouth parted.

At seeing the mated pair, Yoongi's stomach clenched at the wave of happiness that instantly enveloped him. He was so happy to see them, alive and well. There wasn't even a scratch on them.

"Yoongi!" Jimin shouts, crossing the space faster than Yoongi thought possible for the small Omega until his lithe frame was squished indignantly against the newly made Alpha.

Gasping in surprise, Yoongi tumbles backwards from the sheer force of the Omega. He manages to catch himself, nose being assaulted by the scent of sunflowers and dogwood mixed with Taehyung, and wraps his arms around Jimin to steady him.

Softening, he runs his fingers through his orange hair. "Mini."

Jimin's arms tighten around him, a pout that reminds Yoongi vaguely of a petulant child forming on his lips. "You aren't allowed to do things like that. Ever."

Yoongi snorts. "I'll try and remember that for next time, I promise. No dying. Got it."

Groaning, Jimin pulls away and swats at Yoongi's arm. It stung a bit, since he was actually trying, and Yoongi whines as he rubs the offended spot. "I mean it! You aren't allowed to die."

"Apparently the world thinks so too, since I am still here." He grins. "It must be my wicked sense of humor. My charm."

"Did becoming a wolf just blow up his ass?" Jeongguk wonders absently.

"No, he was always like this. He is just in a mood," Seokjin replies wryly.

"Noted."

"Yoongi."

Yoongi raises his head at the sound of Taehyung's voice, quiet and firm. Jimin steps aside, peering at his mate with something akin to sadness. His breath caught. "Taehyungie."

Taehyung cocks his head, lips quirking. "I agree with my mate, you know. Dying isn't really allowed here."

Yoongi sighs through his nose. "Yeah, well. You know how it is."

"I do," he agrees quietly. "And you're good now?"

There was a weakness in the Beta's voice. A lingering feeling of fear, but he remained standing utterly still, hands clasped tightly in front of him as he peered at Yoongi's face.

A smile touches Yoongi's lips. "Yeah, Taehyungie. I'm good. Are you good?"

The box smile Taehyung wore was beautiful. Seeing him now, clearly, Yoongi realized just how beautiful he was. His tawny skin, cheekbones and thick lashes on almond shaped eyes. He had a nose freckle, and then another hidden on the corner of his eye. Bigger ears that added charm, and one mono-lid and one double-lid.

"I'm good, kitten."

Yoongi arches a brow, shoulders dropping as he glances towards the snickering Jeongguk. "So that is what that feels like." The sable-haired Omega grins. Yoongi turns back to devilish Taehyung. "I'm a wolf."

"Nah. You're still a kitten," Jimin says, sidling up to Taehyung. The Beta instantly wraps his arm around Jimin's waist, letting the Omega lean against him.

Jimin was prettier than Yoongi originally thought. All apple cheeks and full lips. When he smiled his cheeks made his eyes disappear and reveal crooked front teeth. There was something truly delicate about the Omega, but one look in his wicked gaze and it made rethink about everything you had heard about angels.

Rolling his eyes, he huffs as he settles on the armchair of the couch. Taehyung smiles, eyes glinting, and Yoongi knew that everything was okay.

"Who are you? And why did you come to this mountain and remain hanging around without actually passing through?" Jeongguk asks, breaking the moment as the question was directed to Hoseok.

When Yoongi turned his head, Hoseok didn't seem surprised to be questioned by the Omega. He met Jeongguk's steady gaze evenly, shifting his weight as he flickers his eyes back towards Namjoon, then Yoongi, before settling it back on Jeongguk.

"My name is Jung Hoseok. I am a Beta from the outskirts of Gwanju," he says. "I really did not mean any harm. I am simply- I was simply looking for someone."

Curiosity spikes in Namjoon's scent. The Alpha cocks his head. "Who were you searching for?"

Hoseok presses his lips together, golden gaze hardening. He cuts a glance towards Jeongguk. "Him. I was looking for him. And a silver wolf." Hoseok grimaces. "Which, I guess is you, Alpha. Seokjin-ssi mentioned you were silver."

"What the hell do you know of me?" Jeongguk barks, stepping forward with dull teeth bared. Hoseok remains still. "You knew me back at the creek- I know you did. Why did you before? And how in the fuck could you be searching for Yoongi's wolf when he wasn't even a fucking wolf?"

"Jeongguk-ah," Seokjin interject, voice laced with warning. Jeongguk snapped his mouth shut, but his glare remained steady on the Beta. Seokjin returns his eyes to Hoseok. "How did you know Jeongguk? What brought you here?"

Hoseok licks his lips, unease clear in his stance as cards his fingers through cinnamon hair. UNeasily, he meets Namjoon's gaze. "It- it's going to sound crazy."

Namjoon chortles. "Up until recently I was a normal, everyday human with a pregnant Lycan boyfriend, and now I can run on four legs and my best friend suddenly heals and also can grow a tail." He shrugs. "I can handle crazy."

"That's a great point, Joonie," Seokjin hums. "Crazy sounds about right."

"I think this entire week has been a shit load of crazy," Yoongi adds tiredly. "So, go ahead, Cinnamon Stick. Wow us."

"Can you go five mintues without sarcasm or will you pass out and die without it?" Taehyung asks, tapping his chin with his index finger as he looks at Yoongi with an amused look.

"Instant death." Yoongi nods grimly, sighing heavily as if burdened. "Combustion really. Very ugly. Much blood. Many gore."

Taehyung snorts, but quickly muffles the sound when Namjoon cuts him a warning look. He smothers it with a cough. Hoseok looks mildly amused, the corners of his lips quirked up.

When Namjoon clears his throat, Hoseok seems to snap back into himself. His gaze drops. "Where should... I start?"

"The beginning is always a great place," Jimin remarks. Taehyung pinches his (fucking thick) thigh. He bites his lip. 

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