Childhood friends Park Jimin and Min Yoongi share an unbreakable bond, unaware they are fated mates. When a trusted elder betrays their packs, Yoongi is captured, and Jimin embarks on a daring rescue. As they fight to reclaim their home, their true...
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As the soft crackling of the campfire filled the air, Yoongi and Jimin walked side by side, the glow of the flames casting flickering shadows across their faces. The night was cool, but the warmth between them was undeniable, wrapping around them like an invisible thread pulling them closer with each step.
The fire illuminated their surroundings, but it was the shared glance between them that ignited something deeper—a slow-burning intensity that neither of them could ignore any longer. The conversation was quiet, almost unnecessary at that moment. The silence between them spoke volumes.
Jimin's hand brushed against Yoongi's as they strolled, and the brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through both of them. He turned slightly, looking up at Yoongi, his lips curving into a soft smile that held a mixture of affection and desire.
"Are you feeling alright?" Jimin asked gently, his voice barely louder than a whisper. There was concern in his tone, but also something else—something laced with an unspoken need that mirrored what was beginning to build inside Yoongi.
Yoongi nodded, but his gaze lingered on Jimin's lips before slowly traveling up to meet his eyes. "I'm fine. Just... thinking," he replied, his voice gravelly, like he was holding something back, something that was ready to break free.
Jimin's smile widened just a little, sensing the shift in Yoongi's demeanor. "About?" he prompted, stepping slightly closer until their arms were brushing with every step. His fingers, almost instinctively, laced with Yoongi's, the simple gesture grounding them both.
"About us," Yoongi murmured, his voice soft but intense. He squeezed Jimin's hand gently, his thumb tracing light circles on Jimin's skin. "About how much I love you... and how deep I've fallen."
Jimin's breath hitched, the quiet confession hitting him with the same weight it always did. Yoongi didn't need to say much to get his point across. His words were always heavy with meaning, and this time, they carried the full weight of their bond. Jimin felt his heart flutter, the space between them suddenly charged with an almost magnetic pull.
"I feel it too, Yoongi," Jimin whispered, his free hand reaching up to gently cup Yoongi's cheek. His touch was soft, but there was a fire burning in his eyes, a hunger that matched the one slowly taking root between them. "I've never felt this way before, like I'm completely yours. And I want... more."
Yoongi's breath caught in his throat as Jimin's words settled over him. The warmth of Jimin's hand on his cheek, the closeness of their bodies, the depth of what they felt for each other—it all became too much to ignore. The space between them crackled with anticipation, and without a second thought, Yoongi leaned in, capturing Jimin's lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.
The world around them disappeared. The fire crackled behind them, but all Yoongi could focus on was the softness of Jimin's lips, the way they fit perfectly against his. The kiss was languid at first, but as the heat between them grew, it became more urgent, more desperate.
