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Leaving his pack was not something Jimin planned for himself, let alone doing it in the middle of the night where no one knew. Life is surprising in that way, Jimin had thought he lived in a loving pack that respected him but after turning 18, and his first heat coming up of age to mate, he found that his pack was just out to use him. So Jimin packed some of his things and is now breaching the edge of his pack’s boarder.
It's the first of September and the cold night air fills Jimin’s lungs, burning his already chapped lips. The forest still smells like his pack, the scent line dividing the land evident. Jimin stops in his tracks staring at the forest ahead of him. His omega whines within’ him telling him to not go any further, that it’s not safe. Rogue Territory lies ahead.
Jimin swallows down a whine and continues walking, stepping passed their boarder and into the unknown. The air feels as if it shifted, the comforting mix of his pack smell less distinct, the smell of the only home he has ever known. Instead the air smells much colder.
The night is quiet, the only thing to be heard is his boots crunching on the frosted ground and the distant sound of howls. Rogues are known to stay in their wolf form more often than human. It’s something that leaves Jimin at a disadvantage. He’s not used to shifting, his pack only did it on full moons or special occasions and celebrations. The pain is one your body has to practice and grow accustomed to, one in which Jimin hates deeply. Pain is not a thing Jimin will ever willingly indulge in even if being in wolf form is one of the most liberating things he’s ever felt.
His wolf is usually on the more dormant side, uninterested in others and mostly only speaks up when it feels the need to complain, which Jimin doesn’t blame it for. Jimin himself feels a need to complain as well.
Like why are my legs already aching? Why does the night have to be so dark and cold? It’s only the beginning of September, shouldn’t it still be warm out!
After groaning for a couple of hours while hiking through the forest Jimin decides to take a break and rest. The sun is peaking on the horizon, slight rays making the dark of the night fade away. Jimin curls up against a tree, pulling out his only fur blanket he brought. He wishes he could make a fire and become warmer but the thought of attracting any attention completely diminishes that idea. Now slightly less cold and a good distance away from his former pack, Jimin closes his eyes succumbing to a deep sleep despite his attempts to rest only lightly.
Jimin wakes up hours later, alert to his surroundings. A strong scent of petrichor covers his senses making him feel almost safe, despite the fear that pulls at him from realizing he had been sleeping in the middle of the forest, unprotected. Yet he’s fine, unharmed.
He looks up at the sky between the trees, only to see clear skies. With furrowed brows he scans the forest ground and surroundings only to see no sign that it had rained while he was sleeping. It seemed to be around noon as the sun looked at its highest. Pulling the furs that cover him closer, Jimin inhales the scent of them without a thought.
Within’ a second Jimin scrambles to stand up, the furs falling to the ground. He stares at them in confusion and disbelief. “ I swear I only packed one”, He for sure had only had one when he had gone to sleep. Now on the ground in a pile was three blankets, only one of them being Jimin’s. Jimin sniffs the air looking around again, trying to detect the scent of petrichor anywhere else but to no avail the smell only comes from the blankets and lightly sticks to himself.
Jimin’s omega within’ him beams at the fact that another wolf had evidently left him furs, doused in the owner’s scent. His omega thinks its being kept care of by the wolf and wants to seek them out. Jimin on the other hand feels skeptical and fear fills him at the prospect of someone coming up to him while he was sleeping, and he hadn’t even woken up. Not to mention the weirdness of his wolf speaking without a complaint coming out.
Jimin quickly collects his fur and packs it back into his bag. Taking a drink from the canister he brought, Jimin leaves in a rush, heading further away from his former pack and the two discarded furs. The whole situation weird, maybe scary should be the more appropriate word.
The forest is more alive then Jimin had last seen it. Birds chirp over head through the trees, the scent of small animals detectible through the dense smell of nature. Jimin had never hunted before, his skills only going as far as making a fire and collecting berries and herbs. The only food the omega had packed being dried deer jerky and a half loaf of bread.
His best friend in the pack was none other than Kim Taehyung, the beta son of the best cooks in the Jung Pack. This often resulted in Jimin being consistently spoiled with delicious foods. Jimin huffs to himself. “I can’t even remember the last time I actually ate jerky,” he mumbles staring at the deer jerky. Shaking his head, he pulls out the half loaf instead.
Jimin nibbles at a small chunk of bread he ripped off as he continues to walk, his ears alert trying to catch anything that he should be aware of. The forest is calmer than he suspected it to be. He has yet to run into any rogue wolf…. other than the one who left him furs. Well, he can’t be certain it was a rogue, signs point to it not being one. Rogues are known to kill other wolves they run across. Maybe it was a pack wolf traveling and they happened to see me and pity me, Jimin thinks. That makes the situation seem less scary. Just a nice pack wolf helping out.
Jimin smiles at the thought. It’s an act he himself would do and it’s hard to fathom a rogue leaving him blankets. The thought alone makes him giggle a little. It’s like if the big bad wolf in stores is friends with the pigs instead of eating them.
As the day progresses and the omega treks through the forest with no distinct destination, just the thought of distance between him and his former pack, Jimin starts to feel the signs of pre-heat. The muscle aches that he had been experiencing since last night were ones that he could ignore and blame on the walking, but the slight sweetening of his scent was a different case.
His odd happiness from silly thoughts has turned into grumpiness with the evident problem this will cause on his travels. Jimin finds a decent looking rock and takes a seat pulling out his canister downing the last bit of water he has.
With a frown, he puts the canister away and continues to sit and hug himself, trying to relieve the cold and feel some sense of security. Now that he thinks about it, he should have kept the furs. Stupid Jimin. They would have helped cover his scent and even though it seems silly he would have felt move safe.
Sighing with defeat the omega stands up, shaking his limbs lightly. Even though the pre-heat is a sign of problems to come, Jimin decides to focus on one in the forefront finding water.
With zero idea where he is and no sounds of running water Jimin decides to follow the sound of where more animals seem to be. They obviously have to drink too, right? Jimin surprisingly picks up the scent of a deer and follows it.
After a couple of minutes thrashing through the forest, not as quietly as Jimin would have thought, he comes upon a field where the once probably lively tall grass is becoming slightly yellow from the season changing already. There in the middle of it is the deer Jimin had been chasing, grazing unknowing of the omega watching. His stomach growls lightly at the thought of fresh meat, rather than the dried jerky he has not even touched. “Only if Taehyungie was here,” Jimin pouts as he feels angry at the deer.
With the lack of experience hunting, Jimin decides to sit and just watch and follow the deer to see if it leads to water. He still has food so that shouldn’t be his focus anyway. It is rather peaceful on the edge of the forest where more rays of the light touch down, leaving the omega feeling warmer than he has since he abandoned the furs.
He closes his eyes basking in the warmth, temporarily forgetting all of his current problems. He wonders if his pack is out looking for him. Does his mother and father miss him? Are they angry with him? Should he have stayed? Should he have just lived the life everyone had planned for him? Sighing he opens his tired eyes and looks down at his dirt covered hands. Ew, why am I so dirty? The breaking of a tree branch pulls him from his spiraling thoughts.
Snapping his head up Jimin looks towards the noise only to see a dark brown wolf. The scent of the wolf hits him, smelling like eucalyptus, a smell that sends nerves down his spine. An alpha, no doubt. The wolf creeps towards him a low growl sounding through its throat. Jimin swallows from nerves, staring eye to eye with the beast. Not a pack wolf, for sure not a pack wolf. He wants to flee but his cowering omega makes him motionless.
This is bad, Jimin knows this is bad. He’s two days before his heat at least and he knows the Rogue can smell that. Despite Jimin’s previous fears of rogues killing anyone they meet; he now hopes that’s true because the alternative sits more unsettling with him.
The wolf now stands only a few feet away from him, the growling increasing as it breathes Jimin’s scent in heavily. The only movement Jimin can make is reaching his hand to his side and pulling out the small carving knife he had brought with him. He feels weak under the uncomfortable gaze and strong pheromones but forces himself to bring the knife to his front as he still sits. “Leave or I’ll k-k-kill you!” Jimin managers to get out, shaking visibly with ushered tears now clinging to his eyes. Jimin curses himself internally for his cowardliness. This can’t be happening.
The wolf did not take well to Jimin’s disobedience and makes a lunge towards him. Jimin closes his eyes tightly with in seconds and thrusts the knife out in front of him. His senses on haywire from fear he doesn’t even notice the sound of a whimper and the arousal of aggressive growling and teeth snapping.
What he does realize is the lack of weight he was expecting to experience. The absence of a wolf lunging on him. With fear Jimin opens his eyes to see his arms still thrusted out in front of him shakenly holding the knife and a field to his forefront, the deer now long gone. The warm sun touching him gently.
His senses come back to him in a rush and the smell of thick petrichor fills his lungs. His gaze shifts to his left where he meets the sight of two wolves. A larger black wolf is now situated on top of the dark brown eucalyptus smelling alpha. The black wolves’ teeth snap and sink into the others neck, a sharp whimper echoing through the forest and field.
Jimin’s fear ebbs away slightly from the sight of the alpha dying. His omega in him feels at peace as he watches the black wolf thrash the others limp neck, making a mess. Once it seems satisfied the big wolf lifted its head up, body still over the alpha as it turns to stare right at Jimin. Even with his omega in a strange state of peace, Jimin raises the knife towards this new wolf, not shakenly as he previously had.
As they have a staring contest, Jimin can tell this wolf is an alpha as well from the scent and big build. If he’s being honest this wolf might be the biggest one he has ever seen. Its coat is a silky mid-night black, its chest and mouth soaked from blood, and its eyes a glowing yellow. As they stare Jimin eyes shift taking in the black fluffy tail of the wolf wagging. Is it happy because it killed another wolf? Is it happy to see me? Jimin puzzles, his once determined stare turning into one of confusion.
The wolfs scent has lost any ounce of aggression and only comes off as fresh.
Jimin's omega seems to answer his question like it was obvious. Alpha protects us! Alpha wants us! Jimin's scent starts to sweeten even more than it already is, despite his protest against his omegas thoughts. The black wolf obviously picks up on it, sniffing the air giving out a satisfied hum. Jimin's omega feels like purring from the approval of the alpha. Jimin holds down his omegas attempt with a scowl. What has gotten into you!
The black wolf looks at Jimin for another second and then turns away and starts to leave the dead alpha and Jimin in confusion. Jimin lowers his knife with a sigh of relief turning his head back towards the now empty field, remembering the reason he was here in the first place, water. Jimin turns back to the black wolf that becomes smaller as it walks away. With all the courage he has in him he stands up, grabbing his pack and follows the wolf at a distance.
It's not that Jimin trusts the wolf or even wants to keep an eye on it from a safe distance, he just rationalizes that the wolf must go somewhere to clean off the blood matting to itself, right? With this thought in mind, Jimin keeps his knife still out to his side as he climbs over a fallen tree, one that the black wolf had easily jumped over.
It has been around an hour of Jimin following the wolf, the sun now setting, meaning Jimin had been traveling most of the day without break and water. His stomach had been continuously growling the whole day. He decides that eating some of the food he has would be best. Bringing his pack to the front as he walks, he pulls out two strips of the dried jerky.
Jimin happily, but slightly disgustedly munches as he walks, thoughts full of the black wolf ahead of him some distance away. It must have been following me since the previous night. Funny how I’m now following it. The wolf obviously realizes that I’m following though, it keeps on slowing down when I fall behind. What if the alphas not even going to a water source? What if I’m being led to my death instead. Jimin's thoughts are shaken as he trips over a root, yelping, falling face first into the ground.
He groans as he lifts himself up back onto his butt, whipping his fur coat sleeve against his face, in an attempt to get rid of some of the pain and dirt. Ouch, silly Jimin. Opening his eyes he comes face to face with the black wolf, its huge frame and face even bigger at such a close proximity. Startled, Jimin scrambles back away, standing up and distancing himself from the wolf. His hands feel for his knife to find it no where on him. He quickly searches the ground and finds it laying off to the side past the alpha. Jimin's gaze travels back to the wolf, only to find it scanning his body.
The wolf starts coming closer and Jimin can only back up for every step it takes, till he can’t. A tree to his back and wide eyes on the wolf, Jimin can only vocalize his distaste. “Don’t come any closer! I I don’t want to hurt you!” He reaches his hands in front of him as a shield, a poor attempt to protect himself from the large black beast.
He expects pain like before with the dark brown alpha but instead feels wetness on his hands. He opens his scrunched-up eyes one at a time to see the black wolfs still blood covered face licking his held-out hands. The feeling leaves tingles in his body and his omega wags its tail within’ him. Oh. Not what he had been expecting at all.
Alpha makes sure we’re okay! Alpha help heal cuts! Jimin's omega praises, making him feel dumb founded. “Oh, I guess you wanted to help?” Jimin questions. The wolf stops its attentive licking, a wage of its tail, showing its agreement to his words. Odd.
The wolf again turns from Jimin, leaving the omega confused for a second time as it continues its walk, this time at a much faster pace. Jimin hurries to grab his knife and situate the pack on his back properly, almost chasing after the wolf. “Hey slow down!” He pouts, now feeling like the wolf was trying to lose him. Sniffing the air, he realizes that must not be the case, the smell of fresh water. Jimin’s own pace increases despite his pain from the fall and pre-heat symptoms that sometimes feel at bay just from looking at the black wolf.
The wolf disappears into thick bushel, the sound of running water coming from the other side. Pushing his way through branches and leaves, Jimin finds himself staring upon a wide creek that has little waterfalls as it goes downwards towards a small lake.
Jimin can’t help the smile that comes to his face as he rushes to the edge, rinsing his hands off some and then cupping water in his small hands taking gulps of the cool water. It has become dark at this point, colder than it was before since he’s now next to a body of water. Looking up he spots the black wolf some whiles away fully submerged in the water. “You’ll catch a cold from swimming this late in wolf form like that,” Jimin murmurs more to himself than actually talking to the wolf.
Shaking his head he pulls his canister out, filling it with water. Once done he looks around the area to see if there is a place to sleep tonight.
He spots a small ridge of rocks that sticks out creating almost a roof over a hole below, it looks small and almost cozy. Jimin lightly jogs to it, inspecting the area seeing that it’s dry. With a satisfied hum he crawls into the space, pulling out his fur. He can’t help but notice the smell of petrichor lightly on it from previously being covered in the furs the wolf had left him about a day ago now. Despite his omega enjoying such a scent on their stuff, Jimin doesn’t find pleasure in it. He brings the blanket to his face rubbing his cheeks against the furs, scenting them so it smelt strongly of the omega.
In hindsight not the smartest idea as it made his sweet scent that much noticeable, but his pre-heat is getting to him already. He’s also pretty certain the black wolf isn’t out to kill him…. but rather probably has other plans. Jimin’s still not that fond of the thought but he at least has two days to get away from the wolf before his heat hits. For the night though, he’ll let the alpha watch over him while he sleeps.
Jimin falls asleep just like that under the small ridge of rocks, his fur covering him completely from the top of his head and to the tip of his toes. The last thought that bounces around in his head his how this all feels like a dream.
Unannounced to Jimin as he sleeps a man approaches carrying three fur blankets drenched in his scent of petrichor, placing two of them over the omegas own fur and then the third beside the omega for himself. He leaves the omega sleeping in his scent as he transforms back into his black wolf.
Jimin wakes with a smile, nuzzling deeper into himself. He now has spent two nights away from his pack and he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss them. He misses the sound of kids laughing, the sound of his mothers’ coos while she wakes him up. Despite that, he doesn’t feel so lonely. Jimin’s omega stirs more awake than him, sending out his sweet honey scent in waves. The scent not noticeable for the boy as all he can smell is petrichor, causing him to rest in a happy sleepy haze.
Nudges to his stomach pull him from his comfort some. “mmm a little longer,” Jimin pouts. The next second Jimin feels not a nudge but a pressure to his groin, causing him to release a small whimper. With confusion the omega finally opens his eyes and pulls the furs out from over his head, sitting up slightly some to look at himself. There with its snout sniffing aggressively at the blankets on top of his groin is the black wolf. “What the hell,” He mutters.
The realization hits him quickly as he notices the moistness between his legs. His pre-heat has caused him to leak slick. Jimin can’t help but let out an involuntary moan as the wolf presses its nose harder against his now slightly hard dick. With the noise, the black wolf takes notice to Jimin and looks towards the omega, a low soft growl coming out. Jimin almost wants to pout from the lose of contact, his face turning red with embarrassment. This can’t be happening. Jimin feels heat in his lower stomach as the yellow glowing eyes stare at him so intensely. Jimin is torn between running away or letting the alpha continue whatever it was doing, Jimin’s omega all for the latter.
Jimin stays frozen staring at the wolf, who turns back to his body. The wolf uses its teeth to grab onto the blankets covering the omega, pulling them off in a slow manner. The wolfs eyes watch Jimin as it does so to gauge his reaction. While the wolf peels the blankets back, Jimin notices that the wolf had given him furs again to keep warm. Those thoughts leaving him as his body is now more exposed, the sweet honey scent now prominent after the petrichor scent that was covering it has been moved.
To Jimin's shock the black wolf wastes no time bringing its nose back to Jimin’s body, pressing its snout below his groin now, attempting to part his legs. Jimin wants to push the wolf away but at the same time bring it closer.
His hands reach for its head trying to push it away, but his legs let up, allowing the wolf to get in between them. Jimin's hands lose their fight as he feels the wet tongue of the black wolf move overtop his pants. Jimin can’t help the gush of slick he releases from the wet friction. This only ignites the wolf between his legs, the licks coming more rapidly and rougher. Jimin whimpers from the touches, his one hand tangling in the beast’s fur as the other grips lightly on its ear.
Jimin hates to admit the want for more, the way the petrichor scent has taken on the smell of a storm, The wolfs arousal evident.
“Please ah please,” Jimin moans, not even sure what he is asking for. The wolf takes the words for encouragement and removes its face from between the omega’s legs to the hem of his pants. The wolf grabs them lightly between its mouth attempting to pull them down, a task that is only possible with Jimins help. The beast locks eyes with the boy as it tugs gently on the pants.
Jimin has to decide he realizes. He either helps the wolf go further or ends what he has let them both indulge in. Jimin knows that if he was in a clearer state of mind, he would stop this, whatever this has become but right now he just wants to feel release. Oh what the hell. Removing his hands from the wolfs head, Jimin helps pull his pants and undergarments down in one go. Kicking the pants and bottoms off of his feet, Jimin lays completely on his back now, his legs apart for the wolf.
A bright red covers his face, neck, and ears at the vulnerable position he is putting himself into, especially in front of a strange wolf he knows nothing about.
Jimin soon feels the cold wetness of the wolfs nose as it sniffs heavily from his shaft down to his leaking hole, slightly sticking it into his slick covered rim. Alpha loves our smell! Alpha wants us! Jimin's omega screams. Jimin can’t find disagreement this time with his omega’s thoughts.
Jimin quickly starts to feel the wolf lapping at him from the end of his balls to his hole, dipping into it with ease. Jimin moans loudly at the feeling, the increased burning in his body. He lifts and bends his legs up more, giving the alpha more room as he begins to devour the omega. The wolf growls into him as it sticks its tongue deep in his hole, curling, then pulling it out swallowing his thick honey slick. The wolf repeats this, only causing the omega to leak more deliciousness. Jimin can’t help but sit up and lean on his elbows to watch the wolf as it growls into him, making his being vibrate.
Everything doesn’t feel real, but too real at the same time.
The noises Jimin is producing are ones he has only ever let out during the hardest parts of his heats. His breath coming out in huffs as he feels the wolf slurping his slick as he gushes more out.
“Alpha alpha,” Jimin cries. It doesn’t feel like enough. It’s not enough. “Shift for me e e alpha, I I want more,” Jimin whimpers while moaning. A growl sounds louder from the wolf, but the attack on his hole stays adamant. Sticking his long wide tongue in and out of the omega in a fast motion. “Please alpha!” Jimin lets his wolfs thoughts flow through him in an incoherent ramble. “Need knot, need need alpha! now inside, please! Please ah ah! So good, want you. Smell good, need it please!” He begs in tears of pleasure. Jimin's dick now fully hard leaks pre-cum causing a slight pool to collect before his belly button.
Jimin's words causes the storm smell to amplify, smothering the omega with what heaven must smell like. The wolf tries to retain itself, turning its head and biting into the plump thighs that are raised into the air. Jimin screams in pain, but the action doesn’t help with the omegas want. Alpha marks us up! Alpha’s territory! Jimin's omega speaks in happiness. Jimin agrees with the omega again now relishing in the pain.
The wolf laps at the bite mark, then returns its snout to the clenching hole rather than shifting. Licking at the omega more tenderly now. Jimin can’t help his eyes from shining from tears of pleasure and want. The wolfs eyes connect with Jimin as it trails its tongue up to his hard cock, licking at the reddened tip. “Ah,” the boy moans, shifting his weight on to one elbow, the omega reaches and tugs on the black wolfs ear.
A satisfied hm comes from the beast as it trails its snout up Jimin’s skin, trying to go under his tunic. Jimin takes the hint, lifting the article up and towards his shoulder, exposing his chest for the wolf. Its tail swishes from the sight of the exposed, lusted out omega. The wolf is now positioned above Jimin, rather than just between his legs, he can feel the fluffy fur tickling him as the wolf presses itself down on him, while its tongue connects to his nipple.
Jimin hadn’t really pondered the alphas sex, but as the wolf lays on him, its tongue swirling around his now hard nipple, he can feel its prominent hard member positioned between his legs. The omega whimpers with need for the male alpha above him. The need for his thick cock to slide between his cheeks and coat his insides.
“A alpha,” He pleads as the wolf starts to hump against his exposed slicked skin. Its not ideal for him, but Jimin would take it like this, he’d be willing to take it like this if the wolf didn’t shift. He nips at Jimin’s nipple causing a moan to surface between his panting mouth. The alpha is drawn to it from the sound, tediously moving up on the omega where he can lick on his lips, shoving his tongue between them into his mouth.
Jimin feels the thick heat between his legs slit itself between his cheeks from the movement, so close to where he wants it most. The tongue is too big for Jimin’s mouth, filling it whole as it moves around pressing against his own. He whimpers from it all, his own cock close to cumming.
The wolf continues to hump him. The fur around the alpha’s cock now matted in slick and sweat. It catches on Jimin’s rim each time it moves back and forth, sending the omega over the edge. The wolf removes its tongue from the omega, licking on his cheek, then pants on his neck sending a shiver through Jimin’s body. With a couple more humps from the beast the omega cums with a loud moan, his body shaking beneath the assault.
The wolfs movement stalls, as the omega comes down from his high of release. It laps his cheek one more time then removes itself from on top of him, backing up. Jimin whimpers from the lose of contact, confused why the wolf has stopped, without its own release. Jimin starts to panic from the thoughts conjured from his silly omega. Does alpha not want us now? Did we do something wrong? Tears now run down his face not from pleasure but sadness that wrecks him too hard for him to even comprehend. The wolf takes notice to the omega’s reaction, worry edging into the still aroused scent as it approaches Jimin's face again, now licking at his wet cheeks.
Jimin can’t help but bring his arms and tangle them in the black fur, seeking comfort. The alpha complies, sending out soothing pheromones and bringing his head to the omegas neck to scent him.
The pheromones cleanse the boy sending him into a state of calmness within’ an instance. The black wolf uses the chance to move and grab one of the furs, covering the exposed omega and then lays down beside him with his head resting on his chest.
Jimin's hands cling to the wolf as his eyes slowly drift close from exhaustion.
Jimin wakes up from his pheromone induced slumber sometime past noon again, the temperature warmer than it has been during the previous days.
The first thing he notices is the absence of the black wolf, which brings relief to him. The embarrassment from this morning is one he won’t be able to forget. Crying for an alpha that he hasn’t even seen in human form, let alone not knowing his age, name, why they’re a rogue, if they’re a rogue? For all Jimin knows the wolf could be 40, banned from his pack because he……he maybe killed someone or or stole something? Jimin has zero clue, yet he was ready for the stranger to knot and breed him full of pups.
Jimin lays on his back bringing his hands up to cover his face. “I’m so pathetic,” Jimin whispers to himself, as he still is half clothed covered in dry slick and cum under a fur blanket that is not his.
Despite Jimin being relieved that the big wolf is gone, its scent lingers heavily over Jimin covering any hint of his own sweet honey scent. He can’t ignore his omegas pleasure in it. Alpha claims us, mate Alpha! Jimin shivers. “I don’t know what's gotten into you.”
Sighing he decides it would be best to get up and bathe. It’s been three mornings since he last cleaned himself properly and he can’t deny he feels gross.
Checking to make sure the coast is clear, Jimin uncovers himself quickly and books it to the lake. It’s not that wolves don’t get undressed in front of each other often, but the thought of the black wolf seeing him makes him feel flustered. The wolf could most definitely be watching and Jimin would still have no clue, like he had no idea he was being followed for most of the past day. After stripping his tunic and fur coat off, Jimin creeps into the cold water. I can’t imagine going into this at night, Jimin thinks recalling the wolfs night bath. Shivering from the cold and his thoughts Jimin makes quick work and descends into the water completely, dunking himself. He had neglected to bring any form of bathing products, but his hands should work well enough to at least look clean. For smell though bathing doesn’t really matter. Most wolves like when a scent is more concentrated and not muffed with scented soaps.
After washing himself to the best of his ability Jimin scurries out of the water, quickly grabbing a blanket to coddle himself in a ball. His scent is still covered by heavy petrichor. He sighs, looking over at his pants and undergarments from the previous day that need a washing themselves. Holding the furs to himself, Jimin gets up and starts working at the waters edge to try and get rid of the sweet thick honey scent clinging to the crotch.
After aggressively hand scrubbing the garments for a while, Jimin lays them down under sunlight, hopefully getting them dry in a few hours. With time to spare while waiting the omega dresses his top half, keeping the fur blanket on his lower as he sits and has himself a meal of bread, jerky, and water.
He can’t help wondering where the black wolf had gone and if he intends on returning. His hopes are that he’ll be long gone before the wolf does. After his clothes dry, he must leave, his heat should hit him after tomorrow at the least. He’ll get distance between himself and it and hopefully find a small cave, one too small for any alpha to enter.
Jimin’s wolf protests these ideas within him. Stay with Alpha! Alpha mate us! Jimin growls to himself, unpleased with his wolfs thoughts. “We ran away because of such a thing and now you want it?” Jimin questions himself out loud a pout on his face. He doesn’t necessarily blame his omega for last night, he for sure gave in to its wants and well his wolfs wants are only natural.
Ever since Jimin presented as an omega he was told to get a strong alpha who takes care of him and one his wolf likes the smell of. This mysterious rogue alpha has already hit all of the marks on what his wolf wants in a mate. The first time he smelt his scent on the blankets, he felt safe. The first time he saw the wolf protecting him, he felt at peace.
It was weird these feelings, feelings Jimin has never felt for anyone out of nowhere. He certainly didn’t feel it for the alpha his parents were setting him up with. His wolf for sure has never been this vocal before either. Maybe its just because I’m alone out here and I’m trying to cling on to something, anyone Jimin thinks.
Shaking his head, he looks back at his drying clothes deciding they can dry on the road. The faster he gets away the better.