My alpha | Yoonmin

Chapter 27

This is Hoochie Koochie. He's my grandparent's cat. Mosquitos tore up his nose a lot 🥺

Fun fact: Hoochie Koochie means prostitute pussy☆☆☆

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Whenever I woke up, it was in Yoongi's arms. He'd rolled over onto his back so only one arm held me now and I was squished into his bare chest, half laying on him. I smiled whenever I stretched and saw that he was still asleep. I moved closer, placing a hand on his chest and propping myself up on my elbow. I leaned down and gently kissed his forehead, before I laid back down next to him and cuddled with him.

He grunted quietly in his sleep and rolled over onto his side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I gasped and giggled quietly in surprise whenever his lips began to place little kisses on my collarbones, slowly rolling over on top of me and turning his little butterfly kisses into gentle sucks and open mouthed kisses that left faint hickies on my skin. I moaned quietly beneath him, moving my head to the side so he could easily access my neck. I heard his chest rumble possessively in a growl, before he kissed his mark and wrapped his arms around me possessively.

"Good morning, alpha." I mumbled quietly in his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding onto him.

"Good morning, omega." He rasped in my ear as he breathed in my scent. I shuddered at his sexy morning voice, before I purred quietly. I tried to pull him in for a kiss, but before I could, a loud banging knock came from his front door. I jumped in surprise at the sudden noise and Yoongi let out a growl on instinct, throwing himself off the bed to go and see what the ruckus was. I whined quietly at being left alone and got out of bed, going through Yoongi's dresser for a shirt to wear and grabbing a robe as well for him, before I retreated from the room to go see what was going on. I feel kind of bad for whoever is here. They're going to get their ass ripped off by Yoongi.

Whenever I got to the door, I came up behind Yoongi and placed the robe on his shoulders. Yoongi looked over his shoulder at me, before he slipped his arms into the sleeves and closed the robe around himself. I wrapped my arms around his waist and peeked over his shoulder on my toes to see who was at the door. My eyes landed on a beautiful woman with pale skin and black hair, with a piercing pair of eyes that resembled Yoongi's. Or...Yoongi's resembled hers. My eyes widened whenever I recognized her. I'd seen her on tv before. And next to the woman stood Minjae who looked uncomfortable, especially whenever he saw me.

I gulped and ducked my head behind Yoongi's shoulders so I wouldn't have to see Minjae. Why is he here?! Feeling a bit jealous, I grabbed Yoongi's wrist that rested on his stomach to hold his robe together, and clawed him. Yoongi huffed, though I didn't know if it was over me or them.

"What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be with him."  Yoongi grumbled, nodding his head towards Minjae.

"And why not? He's a perfectly eligible mate for you." The woman that I assumed to be his mother spat. Her alpha aura radiated, making me a bit nervous. Rather than clawing Yoongi's wrist, I instead held his hand for support to not let out a whimper. Being claimed is making me feel like a bigger wimp than I was before.

"Because I have a mate." Yoongi grumbled. "I don't need Minjae."

His mother growled. "I doubt that. I'm sure you just paid off some tramp to pretend to be your mate so you can have the company."

Do I look like a tramp to her?

I clawed Yoongi, scratching his hand hard enough to draw blood.

"No, mother, I didn't pay off a tramp. I courted and marked an omega that I wanted for myself." More like stalked and harrassed until you got your way, but I'm not complaining, really.