My Mate Is Too Shy {Jiminxreader}

10) Of Dangers and Calendars

Date: (Back in time) ‪October 16th‬
Time: ‪7:33am‬
Location: Pack grounds
Mood: Run BTS episode 64 timestamp ‪5:38‬
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The last week had been torturous for Jimin. It had all started that day at the hospital. Out of his mind on whatever drugs were injected in his system, all he had wanted was for Y/n to look at him. Eyes so pretty but they hardly drifted his way. Yearning for her gaze, he'd first tried singing at the top of his lungs. It had seemed like a plausible plan of action.

When that failed he'd gone into full blown flirting but all that had achieved was more of her adorable blushing. Then his best friend had come in and touched her. Just an innocent pat on the back and that had been all it took for his wolf to fully take over in a way he never had before.

That part of himself had always been the mellow, chill side. Until that day, Jimin, and he suspected his wolf, had no idea he was capable of that. This whole mate business was more powerful than he had realized.

Of his pack mates, Taehyung was the last one he would ever think of hurting, and the fact that he had tore him up inside.

Taehyung had been his best friend since grade school. For as long as he could remember having friends, Taehyung was always there. They talked about anything and everything under the sun. He was his best friend, his main companion, the person Jimin knew he could always lean on for support and talk to when he needed a listening ear. Thanks to Taehyung's freakish strength he hadn't really been able to hurt him, but just the thought that he had tried weighed him down with guilt.

He knew without a doubt that Taehyung would never hurt him, so the fact that it had almost happened weighed heavily on his conscience.

Although, once Jimin had awoken the next day, free of drugs and in his own bed, guilt was the last thing from his mind. What had started it all had come to rest at the forefront and that person was Yoongi.

That was when he made the decision. He was going to sit on his hyung and get answers for why he was hanging around his mate.

The day was bright. Sun shining, birds singing their morning songs and the orange and yellow leaves drifting from the trees to paint the ground in color. All was normal.

Except for the raging werewolf with buns of steel, stalking across the pack grounds in search for the one he would crush with his mighty ass.

...Now go back and read that in the most serious tone manageable.

The normally relaxed wolf inside of him urged him on, more on the side of gaining knowledge than crushing Yoongi, but he wasn't opposed to using violence(?) if need be.

After that, he planned to find Y/n and hide her. Maybe lock her in his bedroom or in Namjoon's wine cellar, but preferably an impenetrable fortress of some sort. He wasn't sure why this was suddenly on his agenda, but it seemed important at the time.

Knowing his red marshmallow was out in the world unprotected and all tiny and fragile was getting him more riled up than usual. On a normal basis his wolf would talk down his worries and assure him that Y/n was fine. But now he was relenting that maybe Jimin had a point and that they should find her and protect her, maybe encase her in bubble wrap.

He loved her size, but just then he raged at whoever was up there for making her so freakishly short like some sort of Santa worshiping elf.

The moment Namjoon's house came into sight he sped up, the faint trace of Yoongi's scent bringing another spike of anger. Once inside the door he was able to spot Jungkook munching on a bowl of cereal at the kitchen counter as Jin was checking over his homework, sighing heavily every time he found a wrong answer or error, which unfortunately was more often than not.