Yoonmin Oneshots

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Jimin is six when his entire pack is killed.

  His family has known the other pack had been after them, but no one realized just how close they actually were. No one realized that when Jimin’s father offended the other alpha by slowly expanding their territory that he’d take it so personally.

  The other pack is much bigger and stronger, and they’d driven Jimin’s family out of their territory in rage. They hadn’t stopped there though, dogging the smaller pack’s steps as they’d fleed for miles, setting up makeshift camps and slowly growing hungry and tired from being on the run so long.

  Eventually, though, they were bound to catch up.

  They come in the middle of the night, and Jimin is awoken to the sounds of screaming. He shoots up in his furs at the same moment his mother had come bursting into the tent, eyes wild and frantic.

  “We have to leave, Jimin-ah,” she gasps, pulling him roughly to his feet as the yells and screams of his pack rise in the air outside the tent. Light flares through the flaps of the tent as smoke begins to rise, and Jimin realizes the camp has been set on fire.

  “Eomma?” Jimin asks in fear as he clasps her hand tightly. “What’s happening?”

  She tugs him to the opposite end of the tent, across from the entrance flaps where the fire is raging outside. Her brown wool gown is torn and dirty as she pulls him into a crouch on the ground.

  “They found us,” she whispers, looking behind
them frantically before she begins to claw at the edge of the tent where it’s been staked into the ground. “I have to get you out of here.”

  Confused terror swells in Jimin’s chest and he feels tears stinging his eyes. His mother succeeds in ripping the tent away from the ground and pulls it up as far as she could to make room for Jimin. Outside, a rough voice of a man yells, “Check that tent, I thought I saw someone run in there.”

  Jimin’s mother’s usually sweet omega scent spikes in acrid fear. She grabs him by the back of his wrinkled tunic and shoves him roughly through the small opening between the tent and the ground. Jimin grunts and scrambles through, mud streaking across his face and clothes.

  Once outside, he turns around and reaches for his mother. “Come on, eomma!”

  His mother shakes her head roughly. “Run into the woods, Jimin-ah. Keep running and don’t look back.”

  Jimin’s blood goes cold. He opens his mouth to protest when the flaps of the tent behind his mother are thrown open. She immediately releases her hold on the canvas of the tent and it snaps back into place, cutting off Jimin’s view of her.

  He hears the man yell and his mother’s shrill screams. Jimin claps a small, chubby hand over his mouth to muffle his own screams and stumbles back into the trees. Their makeshift camp had set up on the edge of a forest, and Jimin’s tent had been pitched with it’s back to the treeline.

  Everything is on fire, smoking rising to the sky that is filled with horrified screamings, and Jimin wonders what’s happened to his father and the other men. His father, the pack alpha, would surely be fighting for his family against the attackers. Jimin hopes his grandparents are safe, and all his cousins and aunts and uncles.

  He turns and runs deeper into the woods, his little bare feet getting pricked and poked by the rough forest floor as he goes. It’s freezing out and all he has on is his sleep tunic and trousers. He’s panting in a mix of fear and exertion as he runs deeper and deeper into the forest until he’s left the burning campsite far behind and the only noises around him are the swishing of leaves and the hooting of owls.

  Jimin doesn’t even realize he’s crying until his face starts to freeze from the wetness. He wipes at his cheeks roughly and finally comes to a slow, shaky stop. Looking around, Jimin spots a wide tree with a hollow at the base of the trunk. He peeks inside, and finding nothing more than rotted leaves, he crawls into the small space that smells of musty wood.

  Jimin curls into the fetal position and wraps his arms around his torso. He lets the tears flow freely, his sobs quiet and choked as the realization of all he’s suddenly lost catches up with him. Jimin cries until he has nothing left, and finally drifts into a restless sleep.

   

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