Wolf Boys || Jaebeom + Mark + Jackson + Jinyoung (Got7)

chapter 11

Something stirred you awake, restless and yearning. Rolling to your side, you buried your nose in the sheets, drowning in your own scent. It was thicker, more pronounced than normal, and that was new.

You got to work. Ripping the blankets from your bed and tossing them to the corner. Then followed the pillows and sheets.

Standing there, you put your hands on your hips and realized you would need more.

The guest room was your first target. It hadn't been used in ages. You piled high what you could find and began shaping your spoils in a snug oval wedged in the corner.

As the boys began to stir, Jinyoung was the first to notice all of the cushions missing from the sofas.

Appearing in the doorway, Jinyoug leaned against the frame and watched you fondly. "Are you... nesting?"

Coming to a stop, you sat squarely in the center with your legs spread comfortably at your sides. "Is that what this is?"

He smiled at the bewilderment on your face. "I think so."

Glancing around, you huffed, "I need more blankets and towels."

"You've decided to breed then?"

Flustered by the notion, you exclaimed, "No!"

Jinyoung cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced.

Glaring at the implication, you exclaimed, "I just feel a ridiculous urge to make this specific corner as comfortable as possible!"

Jinyoung held up his hands in surrender. "Alright. Alright."

"Don't mind me," you retorted, adding another pillow to the growing heap.

Jinyoung left you to your task with a smile, warning the other wolf boys what they would find if they breezed by your bedroom.

Jaebeom passed the doorway not long after, stopping dead in his tracks and watching you with interest. Delicately you pushed the blankets until they rested exactly where you wanted them. Something in your blood told you what to do.

The alpha finally asked, "Are you nesting?"

Lifting your head, you felt a slight prickle of nerves at being caught by Jaebeom in this position, knowing it would lead to another awkward, tense conversation. "Ugh, I already had this chat with Jinyoung," you groaned, putting another pillow against the wall.

Jaebeom reached down to pick up the small crocheted throw that had fallen just beyond your reach. He extended it toward you and said, "I'm supposed to bring you what you need."

You took the offering quickly and draped it over your lap. "I can handle it myself," you told him softly. "I don't plan on using this nest."

Jaebeom watched you resume the work, shivers racing up his spine. "I can see it... In my mind," he whispered under his breath, more so to himself.

Disinterested, you asked, "See what?"

Jaebeom's voice lowered, husky with the weight of his words, "You nesting here. Swollen with my baby."

Your eyes lifted, gazes meeting, and you felt yourself melting under the sudden pressure in the room. "...Stop that," you whimpered.

Jaebeom heard the shift in your tone and it was music to his ears. "If you're having this urge now, we both know what that means."

You sighed. "Heat isn't far behind."

"Mm."

Rising to your feet, you asked, "What will you do if I give myself to Jinyoung to breed?"