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Namjoon would treasure the moment he first saw Jungkook.
When he'd first seen the doe eyed young boy finish his greeting to them with blushing cheeks and fingers twisted onto each other in nervousness, a part of him had almost wanted to coo with delight.
That was, the part of him which didn't want to pounce on him whole.
His self control was almost in shambles and his hands ached with the weight of the claws he held back and he could hear the rush in his ears like a dull ever persistent thud.
To claim.
To bite.
To mate.
And of course, Namjoon was nothing if not decisive. So when he saw the boy in front of him, only one thought stood out.
Mine.
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