RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 96: CLAIMED

They stayed there for what felt like hours,
tangled together under the moonlight,
the ocean's waves serenading them from a distance.
Hoseok could feel Yoongi's breathing gradually steadying,
his heartbeat slowing as he regained control.
There, in the quiet embrace of night,
they found solace in each other's warmth.
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One thing Hoseok was bad at was staying awake in situations like this. Not like he had experienced things like this, but his heat with Yoongi was one strong proof. Hoseok tended to loose guard a lot whenever he was around Yoongi, putting all his trust on the alpha.

So it wasn't surprising when he met himself on the bed again, this time with Yoongi laying beside him, fully awake. His scent was still very much strong, drowning Hoseok deeper into submission subconsciously.

Unaware that the alpha was awake, watching him, he tried to peel himself off Yoongi, gently removing the alpha's arm from his waist.

The low growl of protest that came behind him, and Yoongi's arms tightening around his waist was enough for him to stop. He turned around in Yoongi's arm so they were facing each other.

Hoseok almost shrunk into himself as soon as his eyes landed on the alpha's. They were red again, except that it flickered back to it's original color every few seconds. It was obvious the alpha was trying to fight back his wolf, knowing how hard it was to control, especially when he had an omega... his omega beside him, looking all pretty and devour worthy.

"Yoongi." Hoseok whispered, shaking hands reaching out to cup his face. And like a tiny string giving up to the weight tugging at it, Yoongi lost the control he had been clinging to.

A low growl left his lips as he took the omega's lips in his. Hoseok barely had time to process before Yoongi's lips claimed his own, a searing heat spreading from where they touched, igniting every nerve in his body. The kiss was deep, desperate, Yoongi's lips moving against his with an urgency that took Hoseok's breath away. It wasn't just a kiss—it was an unspoken confession, an unyielding desire that could no longer be held back.

Hoseok felt himself melting, his resistance slipping as he allowed Yoongi to guide him, his body molding against the alpha's in perfect harmony. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of cigarettes and something darker, something that made Hoseok's heart race and his skin tingle.

Yoongi's hands moved down Hoseok's body, slipping into his shirt, tracing every curve, every inch as if committing it to memory. His fingers pressed into Hoseok's waist, holding him close, possessive, but gentle, as though afraid Hoseok might disappear if he let go. The contrast between the firmness of his grip and the tenderness of his touch sent shivers down Hoseok's spine, and he couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped his lips.

That sound seemed to break something inside Yoongi. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the corner of Hoseok's lips, down to his jaw, then his neck, nibbling gently on it, creating more hikies on the ones that were beginning to fade, coaxing him to open up, to surrender. Hoseok did, his lips parting as he let Yoongi in, let him take whatever he needed. Their tongues met, tangled, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through Hoseok's veins.

"Yoongi," Hoseok whimpered against his lips, the sound barely audible, but Yoongi heard it. It was like gasoline to a fire, fueling the alpha's desire, making him pull Hoseok even closer until there was no space left between them. Every inch of Hoseok's body was pressed against Yoongi's, and he could feel the steady, frantic rhythm of the alpha's heartbeat, echoing his own.

"I need you to stop me." Yoongi murmured, his voice rough, held with the undeniable desire as he dove back into the omega's neck, sucking and biting...

Yoongi's words were raw, almost desperate, and Hoseok could feel the alpha's restraint crumbling beneath his touch. For a moment, Hoseok's mind screamed for him to pull away, to regain the clarity that was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. But how could he, when Yoongi's scent was wrapping around him, pulling him deeper into an abyss he wasn't sure he wanted to escape from?