Feral Pack

Night 2

Yoongi sat on the ground a few feet away from the main pack, a pout playing on his lips as he listens to the other wolves converse. Not that he could understand them, however, since they were going back and forth with barks, yips, and growls with the occasional whine or click thrown in. Honestly, he should probably be over with them, bonding with them, but he couldn't bring himself to move an inch.

He could feel the burning of multiple eyes on his back, running all over his nude form. The newest member took a chance and glanced back, catching Jimin's heated gaze. The boy was talking to Jungkook, but was staring directly at Yoongi. He watched the black haired male lift his small hand and tapped the side of his neck and pointed down, just as he had done earlier that day. Jungkook shook his head, his own hand coming up to cover his mouth and, even from here, Yoongi could see his chest vibrate from the growls he let out. Jimin nodded and answered him, his eyes still set on Yoongi, more specifically at his neck. The older shivered and turned back around, not wanting to face the scrutinizing stare any longer.

Short, rough sticks dug into his soft thighs the longer he sat, but all he did was play with the blades of grass tickling at his hip as his mind wondered to his family. He missed his mother and her loving hugs, always a comforting presence. He missed his father with his stern gaze, yet soft parenting. He missed Donghun's dumbass and his overprotective ways. He especially missed little Holly. The dog is his best friend, always listening to his problems without any complaints.

The young male groaned and pulled on the grass a little harder, the blade making a slight squeak as his pale fingers ran up it. It's only been a day and a half and he's already homesick.

Fucking pathetic.

He couldn't help it, however, no matter how much self loathing he felt. He's never been away from any of his family members ever since he was born (besides school). Yoongi's a small alpha, one of the shortest in his town and, unfortunately, probably always will be. He can take a few hits, has taken them, and can throw them back. What he lacks in size, he certainly makes up in enthusiasm and stubbornness. His family is the one place where he feels he can let himself go, be who he wants to be without fear. They shower him with unconditional love, something he feels he's not worthy of.

Hopefully, they found the note he left them about coming to the lab. He was tired of his father and Donghun being the only ones providing for the family. His mother was a delicate omega, a housewife that was in charge of keeping everything nice and tidy, cooking the meals, and watching the kids. Yoongi has always been a bit of a mama's boy, helping her at every chance he could. She needed help with the laundry? He was there with the tub of water. She needed help tending the garden? He was outside in an instant. Well, after she slathers him with sunscreen and shoves a bucket hat on his head. She's feel down after failing at cooking a new dish? Yoongi's right there, offering warm hugs and reassuring words.

Lord, he misses his mama, but he's doing this for his family. Doing this for her. Maybe, finally, they could move out of their little cottage on the outskirts of town and into an actual house, with an actual stove and everything. His father could finally quit working two jobs and actually spend more than an hour with the family. Donghun could finally afford courtship gifts for the young omegan step-brothers that he'd been fancying for the last three years. His family could finally be happy and carefree without having to work about if the next paycheck will last them.

A warm body sitting next to him roused him from his thoughts, causing his eyes to flicker up from their blank stare at his boney knees. Jungkook's galaxy orbs met his own, dark and lively as ever. Just seeing the boy's face, however, put the mint male in a sour mood.

"What do you fucking want?" He hissed out between his teeth, eyes narrowing and his fingers pinching ever harder. The younger didn't say anything, his unwavering gaze locked onto Yoongi, causing said wolf to huff and glance away. "Jungkook, I'm not in the mood so please leave me alone."