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The lodge was still loud when Jimin slipped out. Laughter, music, the low murmur of alphas talking among themselves but none of it mattered anymore. The board where names had been signed was already being taken down, the ink still fresh beside every omega's name.
Every name except his. Jimin’s hands trembled as he walked down the snowy path toward his cabin, the lanterns hanging outside flickered in the wind, and the cold bit at his cheeks but it still wasn’t as sharp as the ache in his chest.
Not one. He had stood there for hours, pretending not to look. Pretending not to notice the way alphas glanced at him, whispered, admired and then walked past.
Apparently, he was too beautiful, too intimidating, too impossible. By the time he reached the cabin door, his vision had blurred with tears and the moment the door closed behind him, the fragile composure he had held all evening shattered.
A sob ripped out of his chest.
“Why—” his voice cracked, breath hitching. “Why does no one ever—”
He couldn’t finish. Jimin collapsed onto the small couch, shoulders shaking violently as he cried, the humiliation burned worse than anything else.
Everyone liked him. Everyone admired him. But no one chose him.
A knock sounded at the door and it opened before he could answer.
“Jimin?” Taehyung’s voice was soft.
The moment Taehyung and Jungkook stepped inside and saw him, their expressions fell.
“Oh—Jimin…” Jungkook whispered.
Jimin tried to wipe his face quickly, but another sob escaped instead. “Don’t look at me…”
Taehyung crossed the room immediately and knelt in front of him. “Hey. Hey, look at me.”
Jimin shook his head violently.
“No one signed,” he choked. “Not one alpha, Tae. Not one.”
Jungkook sat beside him, pulling him gently into his arms despite Jimin’s weak attempt to push him away.
“That board doesn’t decide your worth,” Jungkook murmured.
“But it does tonight!” Jimin cried, voice breaking. “Everyone else was chosen. Everyone. I stood there for hours like an idiot—”
His words dissolved into sobs again.
Taehyung wrapped his arms around both of them, pulling Jimin close.
“You’re not intimidating because you’re unlovable,” Taehyung said quietly. “You’re intimidating because you’re… Jimin.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Jimin whispered miserably.
“It does,” Jungkook said. “Half the alphas there probably think you’re out of their league.”
“Or they’re cowards,” Taehyung muttered.
Jimin gave a weak, broken laugh that turned into another cry, his fingers clutching at Jungkook’s shirt as if grounding himself.
“I just wanted someone to choose me,” he whispered.
Silence filled the cabin as Jungkook rubbed slow circles on his back while Taehyung brushed Jimin’s hair away from his face.
“You deserve someone brave enough to,” Taehyung said softly.
Jimin’s breathing slowly began to even out, exhaustion finally catching up with him, the crying had drained everything out of him, his head fell against Jungkook’s shoulder. Within minutes, he drifted into a restless sleep and Taehyung pulled a blanket over him carefully.
The two omegas exchanged a quiet look.
“He didn’t deserve tonight,” Jungkook whispered.
Taehyung’s eyes hardened slightly.
“No,” he said.
“But someone is going to regret not choosing him.”
Jimin woke up angry. Not sad or embarrassed. Angry.
His eyes still felt swollen from crying, and his chest ached with the memory of the Choosing Day board standing there with every omega’s name signed under except his.
“I hate this stupid tradition,” he muttered, throwing the blanket off.
Taehyung groaned from where he had fallen asleep on the floor and Jungkook blinked awake in the armchair, hair sticking everywhere.
“That’s a strong start to the morning,” Taehyung mumbled.
Jimin started pacing the cabin.
“They all stare at me like I’m something special,” he snapped. “But when it actually matters? Nothing.”
Jungkook rubbed his eyes. “Jimin—”
Knock. Knock.
The three of them froze.
Another knock followed.
Jimin scoffed bitterly. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Taehyung frowned. “Maybe someone just—
But Jimin was already storming toward the door, he yanked it open sharply.
“What do you want—”
The anger stalled in his throat as an unfamiliar alpha stood on the porch. He didn’t look anything like the polished, confident alphas from the Choosing ceremony. His hair was long, dark, and messy, falling past his ears in uneven strands like he had tied it back earlier and then given up, a few locks were pushed behind his ears, but most of it fell into his face.
He looked slightly windblown, like he had walked here in a hurry and in his hands was a bouquet of wildflowers.
The alpha froze when Jimin opened the door.
“Uh— h-hi,” he said quietly, his voice stumbling a little.
Jimin narrowed his eyes. Behind him, Taehyung and Jungkook stepped closer to see.
The alpha shifted awkwardly on the porch.
“I— I’m s-sorry to bother you,” he started. “I… I w-wanted to come yesterday but—”
He hesitated.
Jimin crossed his arms.
“But?”
The alpha rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.
“I was t-trying to s-sign,” he admitted. “I just… couldn’t.”
Taehyung tilted his head.
“What do you mean you couldn’t?” Jimin asked flatly.
The alpha let out a small, awkward laugh.
“I kept walking up to the board,” he said. “A-and then… stopping.”
His ears were turning red.
“I w-wanted to write my name,” he continued. “But every time I got close I s-started thinking maybe I s-shouldn’t. Or maybe someone e-else deserved you more.”
Jimin blinked as the alpha glanced down at the bouquet.
“By the time I actually worked up the c-courage,” he finished quietly, “it was too late.”
Jimin stared at him.
“You’re telling me you missed Choosing Day because you were nervous?” he said skeptically.
The alpha nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
Before Jimin could respond, Jungkook suddenly leaned forward.
“Wait.”
Everyone looked at him as Jungkook squinted at the alpha for a moment, then his eyes widened.
“Yoongi?”
The alpha blinked in surprise.
“Jungkook?”
Jimin frowned. “You know him?”
Jungkook stepped forward immediately.
“Min Yoongi?” he asked.
The alpha nodded.
“Yeah.”
Jungkook turned to Jimin.
“He’s the head carpenter.”
Jimin blinked. “What?”
Taehyung looked surprised too and Jungkook nodded toward Yoongi.
“He built half the cabins in this part of the pack territory,” he said. “The council hall? The training lodge? That was his crew.”
Yoongi looked extremely uncomfortable now.
“It w-wasn’t just me,” he mumbled.
“But he runs the whole workshop,” Jungkook continued. “Everyone knows him.”
Jimin’s gaze slowly moved back to Yoongi, the alpha standing awkwardly on his porch: long messy hair, slightly hunched shoulders, wildflowers clutched like he didn’t know what to do with them.
Jimin stared at him.
“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you missed Choosing Day because you were… nervous?”
The alpha nodded, looking slightly mortified.
“I b-brought these,” Yoongi said quietly as the flowers trembled a little in his hands.
“I know it’s p-probably strange c-coming today,” he added. “But… I d-did want to sign yesterday.”
His eyes lifted carefully to meet Jimin’s.
“You were the one I w-wanted.”
Silence settled over the doorway as Taehyung watched with obvious curiosity and Jungkook looked calm, like he already knew how this would go.
Jimin studied Yoongi for a long moment then he reached forward.
Yoongi froze when Jimin took the bouquet from his hands.
“Fine,” Jimin said, inspecting the flowers.
Relief flickered across Yoongi’s face.
“I’ll accept your flowers,” Jimin continued, voice calmer now.
Yoongi straightened slightly as Jimin finally looked at him again.
“But Choosing Day is over,” he said.
Yoongi’s shoulders dropped a little. Then Jimin added,
“We’ll see each other during the bonding time.”
The alpha blinked.
“O-oh.”
Taehyung smiled faintly and Jungkook crossed his arms, satisfied. Jimin turned slightly, already stepping back into the cabin.
“You should go prepare,” he added over his shoulder. “That’s what it’s for, right?”
Yoongi nodded quickly.
“R-right.”
He hesitated a second, clearly wanting to say more, but instead he gave a small, awkward nod and stepped back from the porch.
“Th-thank you,” he said quietly.
Jimin closed the door. The moment it shut, Taehyung turned to him with wide eyes.
“You accepted the flowers.”
Jungkook smirked.
Jimin looked down at the bouquet in his hands.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he muttered but his ears had turned slightly pink.
The next morning, the pack’s meeting hall was louder than usual. Pairs were gathering for the bonding day, a tradition that gave newly chosen partners time to talk, walk the territory together, and decide if they truly wanted to move forward.
Small groups were scattered across the large wooden hall. Some omegas sat beside confident alphas, others laughed nervously with their partners and a few pairs were already walking outside toward the training fields.
Jimin stood near one of the windows, arms folded. He had dressed carefully, though he refused to admit to himself why.
“You look like you’re about to judge everyone here,” Jungkook teased.
Jimin shot him a look. “Maybe I am.”
Jungkook laughed softly. Beside him stood Namjoon, tall and calm, a beta with gentle eyes who seemed perfectly comfortable despite the chaos around them.
“So,” Jimin said, glancing between them, “you two look suspiciously relaxed.”
Namjoon smiled.
“We talked yesterday,” he explained.
Jungkook shrugged. “It felt right.”
Jimin hummed quietly.
“Just don’t disappear without telling me,” he muttered.
Jungkook bumped his shoulder. “I’m not leaving the pack, hyung.”
Across the hall, Taehyung lounged in a chair with dramatic disinterest.
“You know you’re supposed to be participating,” Jimin called.
Taehyung waved a hand lazily.
“I refuse to choose under pressure.”
Jimin rolled his eyes.
Taehyung had two alphas interested in him—Seokjin and Hoseok—and apparently found the situation entertaining instead of stressful.
“I like them both,” Taehyung said shamelessly. “Why rush such an important decision?”
“You’re impossible,” Jungkook laughed.
Taehyung just grinned.
“Bonding day can survive without me.”
Jimin shook his head but didn’t argue further. Instead, his eyes drifted across the hall, looking for someone.
He found him near the entrance. Min Yoongi stood a little apart from the other alphas, clearly uncomfortable with crowds, his long dark hair was loosely tied back today, though a few messy strands still framed his face.
And in his hands holding something small and wooden.
Jimin frowned slightly as Yoongi spotted him.
Immediately, the alpha straightened like someone had startled him then he walked over. A few curious pack members glanced their way as he approached.
When Yoongi finally stopped in front of Jimin, he looked just as nervous as yesterday.
“H-hi,” he said softly.
Jimin lifted an eyebrow.
“You came.”
Yoongi nodded quickly.
“Y-yeah.”
He hesitated, clearly gathering courage.
“I… um…”
His hands lifted slightly.
“I b-brought you something.”
Jimin blinked as Yoongi held out the object.
It was a dreamcatcher: the wooden ring was smooth and polished, the web carefully woven with dark thread. Small feathers and beads hung from the bottom, swaying slightly.
It looked handmade.
Jimin’s eyes softened slightly before he could stop himself.
“You made this?”
Yoongi nodded.
“I w-work with wood,” he said quietly. “So… I thought…”
His words tripped again.
“I m-mean— if you didn’t like the flowers— not that you said you didn’t— I j-just—”
Jungkook covered his mouth to hide a smile and Namjoon watched calmly, amused.
Yoongi looked ready to panic.
Jimin reached forward and took the dreamcatcher, the wood was warm from Yoongi’s hands.
“It’s nice,” Jimin admitted.
Yoongi froze.
“R-really?”
Jimin glanced up at him.
“Yes.”
The relief on Yoongi’s face was immediate and almost embarrassingly obvious. Behind them, Taehyung whispered loudly to Jungkook,
“Oh, he’s completely gone for him.”
Jungkook nodded.
“Absolutely.”
Jimin ignored them as he examined the dreamcatcher again before looking back at Yoongi.
“So,” he said calmly, “this is the part where we’re supposed to spend the day together.”
Yoongi nodded quickly.
“R-right.”
Jimin tilted his head slightly.
“Well?”
Yoongi blinked.
“Well… what?”
Jimin sighed.
“Head carpenter,” he said. “Surely you can plan a bonding day.”
Yoongi stared at him for a second.
Then, slowly, a shy smile appeared.
“I… think I c-can manage that.”
Yoongi led Jimin away from the busy meeting hall and toward the forest path that curved behind the cabins. The morning air was cool, sunlight slipping through the tall trees and the sounds of the pack slowly faded behind them until it was just the quiet crunch of gravel under their shoes.
They walked for a while in silence. Jimin noticed Yoongi kept glancing at him like he wanted to say something but kept stopping himself.
Eventually the trees opened. The lake stretched out before them, calm and silver in the morning light, the surface barely moving except for the occasional ripple.
Yoongi stopped near the water.
“I th-thought it would be quieter here,” he said softly.
Jimin looked around.
“It is,” he admitted.
They stood there for a moment. Jimin absentmindedly twirled the dreamcatcher Yoongi had made between his fingers, watching the feathers sway in the breeze then he looked at the alpha.
“Can I ask you something?”
Yoongi nodded immediately.
“O-of course.”
Jimin studied him carefully.
“Why did you choose me?”
Yoongi froze. Not because he didn’t expect the question, but because he clearly had. He looked down at the ground, running a hand through his long dark hair.
“I w-was hoping you wouldn’t ask that s-so soon,” he murmured.
Jimin crossed his arms.
“Well, I am.”
Yoongi took a slow breath then looked back up at him.
“Respectfully,” he started carefully, “you’re the p-prettiest person in the pack.”
Jimin blinked as Yoongi’s ears were already turning red.
“I m-mean— everyone knows that,” he rushed. “That’s not— I’m not saying that’s the o-only reason—”
He stopped himself, clearly flustered.
Jimin watched him with quiet curiosity as Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck again.
“I’ve… seen you a lot,” he admitted.
Jimin tilted his head slightly.
“You have?”
Yoongi nodded.
“From a f-far distance,” he clarified quickly. “I work near the training fields sometimes… or fixing cabins… and you p-pass by.”
His voice grew softer.
“You’re always t-talking with people. Or laughing.”
Jimin looked surprised.
“And you were just watching me?” he said.
Yoongi winced slightly.
“That s-sounds worse when you say it like that.”
Jimin almost smiled and Yoongi sighed quietly.
“I just didn’t think it would be… appropriate,” he explained.
His fingers twisted together slightly.
“With my… c-communication problems,” he said awkwardly. “I thought approaching you would just be strange.”
Jimin said nothing and Yoongi continued, voice hesitant.
“You’re very popular,” he said. “And confident.”
He looked down again.
“I figured choosing you would be weird.”
Jimin frowned slightly.
“Weird?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Like I was r-reaching too far.” The words came out quietly, almost embarrassed.
“I didn’t think someone like you would take someone like me seriously.”
The lake water moved gently behind them and Jimin stared at him for a moment.
Then he sighed softly.
“That’s ironic.”
Yoongi blinked.
“Why?”
Jimin looked down at the dreamcatcher in his hand.
“Because yesterday I thought no one chose me because they didn’t take me seriously either.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly behind his glasses and for a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Yoongi said carefully,
“I t-take you seriously.”
Jimin looked up. Yoongi was clearly nervous but his gaze was steady.
“I wouldn’t have c-come if I didn’t.”
The quiet between them felt different now, less tense, more thoughtful.
Jimin turned the dreamcatcher again, watching the feathers sway.
“You’re strange,” he said after a moment.
Yoongi sighed.
“I’m s-starting to hear that a lot.”
Jimin’s lips twitched slightly but this time, it almost looked like a smile.
They stood quietly near the lake, the water barely moving under the morning light. Jimin was still turning the dreamcatcher between his fingers, watching the feathers sway gently and Yoongi stood a small distance away, shoulders slightly tense, like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands.
After a moment, Jimin looked up at him again.
“Okay,” he said.
Yoongi blinked.
“O-okay?”
Jimin tilted his head.
“So how does that work?”
Yoongi frowned slightly. “How does… what work?”
“Your stuttering,” Jimin said plainly.
Yoongi stiffened for a second, clearly not expecting the question so directly, then he relaxed a little.
“Oh,” he said softly.
He pushed a loose strand of his long dark hair behind his ear.
“I was b-born like this,” he explained. “It’s… just how I talk.”
Jimin listened quietly.
“It g-gets worse when I’m nervous,” Yoongi added, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Or when I’m t-trying really hard to say something right.”
Jimin hummed thoughtfully.
“So when you’re working as the head carpenter,” he asked, “do you stutter like that too?”
Yoongi shook his head a little.
“N-not as much,” he admitted. “When I’m talking about w-work it’s easier.”
He gave a small, self-conscious smile.
“Wood doesn’t judge you for t-taking a few extra seconds to explain something.”
Jimin stared at him. Something about the way Yoongi said that—quietly, honestly—made his chest feel a little strange. And the fact that this tall alpha who built half the pack’s buildings was clearly nervous around him…
Jimin suddenly realized something.
“You’re nervous right now,” he said.
Yoongi froze.
“A little.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow.
“Because of me?”
Yoongi hesitated then he nodded.
“Yeah.”
Jimin looked at him for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled, not the confident, dazzling smile everyone in the pack talked about, a smaller one, almost amused.
“That’s kind of adorable,” he said.
Yoongi’s brain stopped working.
“Adorable?”
Jimin shrugged lightly, still twirling the dreamcatcher.
“The head carpenter of the entire pack,” he said, “gets nervous talking to one omega.”
Yoongi looked like he might combust.
“I— I d-didn’t mean—”
Jimin laughed softly and Yoongi realized something in that moment: it was the first time Jimin had laughed since they met. As the quiet laugh faded, leaving the soft sounds of the lake and the wind moving through the trees.
Yoongi still looked a little overwhelmed, like Jimin calling him adorable had completely broken his train of thought.
Jimin noticed and he tilted his head slightly.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said.
Yoongi blinked. “W-worry about…?”
“Being nervous around me,” Jimin replied simply.
He leaned back slightly against the wooden railing near the lake.
“I’m not a bad person, you know.”
Yoongi quickly shook his head. “I n-never thought—”
Jimin raised a hand lightly.
“I know,” he said, then he added, more gently,
“I’m patient.”
The words were simple, but Yoongi’s shoulders visibly relaxed, a quiet breath left him.
“Th-thank you,” he said, a little shyly.
Jimin watched the tension leave him then he glanced down at the dreamcatcher still in his hand.
“You already brought me flowers,” Jimin said.
Yoongi looked confused for a second.
“And you made this,” Jimin continued, lifting the dreamcatcher slightly.
The feathers moved softly in the breeze and Jimin looked back at him.
“That says a lot about you as an alpha.”
Yoongi froze again, clearly not expecting the praise.
Jimin shrugged lightly.
“So honestly,” he said, “I think your communication is just fine.”
Yoongi stared at him for a moment, then a small, shy smile slowly appeared.
“You’re k-kind,” he said quietly.
Jimin scoffed softly.
“Don’t spread that around the pack,” he muttered, but he didn’t look annoyed at all. The lake stayed quiet around them, the breeze moving softly through the trees.
Yoongi still looked a little stunned after Jimin’s last comment, the shy smile on his face hadn’t completely faded yet.
Jimin watched him for a moment, then crossed his arms casually.
“And if it ever gets too much,” Jimin added, almost off-handedly, “I can just kiss you so you shut up.”
Yoongi’s brain completely stopped.
“W-what?”
His face went bright red almost instantly as Jimin looked very pleased with himself.
“I’m just saying,” he continued calmly. “Problem solved.”
Yoongi opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again but no words came out.
Jimin waited, then raised an eyebrow.
“Well?” he asked.
Yoongi pushed his glasses up nervously, clearly trying to reboot his thoughts.
“I— I d-don’t think that would—”
He stopped again, flustered as Jimin’s lips twitched.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he said.
Yoongi looked like he might melt into the ground.
“I w-wasn’t expecting that s-suggestion,” he admitted quietly.
Jimin shrugged, still twirling the dreamcatcher in his fingers.
“I like practical solutions.”
Yoongi covered part of his face with one hand, embarrassed but smiling.
“You’re going to m-make my stutter worse.”
Jimin laughed softly.
“That’s okay,” he said.
Then he started walking slowly along the edge of the lake, Yoongi followed a second later, still red but noticeably more relaxed and for the first time that day, the conversation between them started to feel easy.
They ended up sitting on a flat rock near the edge of the lake, the water moved slowly in front of them, sunlight breaking across the surface in soft flashes, it was quiet there, far enough from the pack that they couldn’t hear the others anymore.
For a while, they just talked. Jimin asked Yoongi about his work, mostly out of curiosity.
“So you’re really the head carpenter?” Jimin said, resting his chin on his hand.
Yoongi nodded.
“Y-yeah.”
“What does that actually mean?” Jimin asked.
Yoongi looked toward the lake as he explained.
“I run the w-workshop,” he said. “Plan building projects, organize the crews… fix cabins when storms break things.”
Jimin listened, surprisingly interested.
“The council hall was a big project,” Yoongi added. “Took almost a year.”
“You built that?” Jimin said, impressed despite himself.
Yoongi shrugged a little.
“W-with a lot of help.”
Jimin glanced at his hands, they were rough, with small scars and faint calluses across his fingers.
“You work a lot,” Jimin observed.
Yoongi nodded.
“It’s easier for me than… s-social things.”
Jimin hummed softly, for a moment they sat quietly again then Jimin sighed and leaned back on his hands.
“I guess I should explain something too.”
Yoongi turned slightly toward him as Jimin stared at the water.
“I wasn’t just sad yesterday,” he admitted.
Yoongi stayed quiet, listening.
“I was pissed off.”
The words came out bluntly.
“Everyone in this pack likes me,” Jimin continued. “They stare, they compliment me, they flirt, they send gifts.”
He let out a frustrated breath.
“But when it comes to choosing someone to be with?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing.”
Yoongi watched him carefully as Jimin picked up a small pebble and tossed it into the lake.
“I’m just… tired of people liking the idea of me,” he said as the pebble disappeared with a small splash.
“But not actually wanting the reality.”
Yoongi didn’t interrupt, he just listened, and Jimin glanced at him briefly.
“You’re very quiet.”
Yoongi shrugged slightly.
“I’m g-good at listening.”
Jimin huffed softly.
“Well, good,” he said. “Because I’m still mad about it.”
Yoongi looked thoughtful for a moment then he spoke carefully.
“I think a lot of people probably… a-assume you already have someone.”
Jimin frowned.
“What?”
Yoongi nodded slowly.
“You’re confident,” he said. “And very admired.”
His fingers traced a line through the dust on the rock beside him.
“People might think you w-wouldn’t choose them.”
Jimin blinked, that hadn’t actually occurred to him and Yoongi looked a little embarrassed saying it.
“But they’re still idiots,” he added quietly.
Jimin stared at him.
“Did you just insult the entire pack?”
Yoongi blinked.
“A little.”
Jimin laughed, a real one this time and Yoongi felt a small wave of relief seeing it.
They stayed sitting on the rock for a while, the lake quiet around them. Jimin had calmed down after his small rant, but the frustration was still there, sitting under the surface and Yoongi looked thoughtful beside him, staring at the water like he was organizing his words.
“Can I say something?” Yoongi asked carefully.
Jimin glanced at him. “You’ve been saying things all day.”
Yoongi huffed a tiny, nervous laugh.
“I mean… about what you said.”
Jimin shrugged. “Go ahead.”
Yoongi rubbed his hands together once, a habit Jimin was starting to notice whenever he was nervous.
“I d-don’t think people only like you because you’re pretty,” Yoongi said slowly.
Jimin rolled his eyes a little. “That’s generous.”
Yoongi shook his head.
“No, really.” He looked down at his hands as he spoke.
“You’re k-kind to people,” he continued. “You talk to everyone. You remember things about them.”
Jimin blinked slightly but Yoongi kept going, gaining a tiny bit of momentum.
“You make people feel w-welcome,” he said. “Even when you don’t notice you’re doing it.”
Jimin opened his mouth to interrupt, but Yoongi kept talking.
“And you’re b-brave,” he added. “You say what you think. Most people don’t.”
His words stumbled here and there, but he didn’t stop.
“I think a lot of people admire you because of that,” he said quietly.
Jimin stared at him as Yoongi looked embarrassed already.
“And… um…” He pushed his glasses up.
“I think you’re p-probably the most important omega in the pack.”
Jimin blinked again and Yoongi immediately realized what he’d said.
“I m-mean not in a weird way— I just— people respect you a lot and—”
He kept trying to correct himself.
“And you make the pack feel—”
“Yoongi.”
“But what I’m saying is—”
“Yoongi.”
“And that’s why I—”
Jimin leaned forward and kissed him, just like that. Yoongi froze completely, his brain went blank. The kiss was brief—soft, warm, and completely unexpected. When Jimin pulled back, Yoongi was still sitting there like someone had unplugged him.
“You were talking too much,” Jimin said casually.
Yoongi blinked, his face slowly turning bright red.
“I—”
He looked completely overwhelmed.
“I d-didn’t even stutter that time,” he said faintly.
Jimin smirked.
“See?” he said. “Practical solution.”
Yoongi stared at him, still stunned. Then, slowly, a shy smile spread across his face and Jimin realized something surprising, seeing Yoongi smile like that made his chest feel warm.
They stayed sitting by the lake for a few more minutes after the kiss. Yoongi still looked a little dazed, like his brain hadn’t completely caught up with what had just happened. Jimin, on the other hand, looked perfectly calm, twirling the dreamcatcher again like nothing unusual had occurred.
After a moment, he spoke.
“So.”
Yoongi blinked and looked at him.
“S-so?”
“You’re the head carpenter,” Jimin said. “Your cabin must be nice.”
Yoongi scratched the back of his neck.
“It’s… o-okay.”
Jimin gave him a skeptical look.
“You build half the pack’s houses.”
“Yeah.”
“And your cabin is just okay?”
Yoongi smiled shyly.
“I m-made it comfortable.”
Jimin hummed approvingly.
“That 's good.”
For a moment he looked out at the lake again then he asked casually,
“Do you want pups?”
Yoongi froze slightly at the question, but after a second he nodded.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “Someday.”
He glanced at Jimin carefully.
“What about you?”
Jimin shrugged.
“I do too,” he admitted.
Yoongi looked a little relieved hearing that, then he added,
“My cabin is actually not far from Jungkook’s.”
Jimin turned his head quickly.
“Really?”
Yoongi nodded.
“Yeah. Just a few minutes down the path.”
Jimin snorted.
“Well, that’s both good and bad.”
Yoongi tilted his head.
“How?”
Jimin leaned back on his hands again.
“Good because Jungkook is great,” he said, then he sighed dramatically.
“Bad because Jungkook can be extremely clingy.”
Yoongi laughed softly.
“I’ve noticed.”
Jimin pointed at him.
“See? You already understand.”
Yoongi smiled.
“He v-visits my workshop sometimes,” he explained. “Usually just to talk.”
“That sounds exactly like him,” Jimin said.
They both laughed quietly, the tension from earlier had faded completely now and sitting there by the lake, talking about small things like cabins and neighbors, the whole situation suddenly felt a lot less complicated than it had the day before.
They were still laughing a little about Jungkook when the conversation slowly faded into a comfortable silence, the lake moved softly in front of them, the wind brushing through the trees.
Jimin leaned back on his hands again, stretching his legs slightly. Yoongi was looking down at the water, absentmindedly pushing a loose strand of his long dark hair behind his ear.
For a moment, Jimin just… looked at him. Actually looked. Yoongi’s hair was messy, falling around his face in soft waves, his glasses kept sliding slightly down his nose, and he had that quiet, thoughtful expression like he was always thinking about something, his shoulders were broad from working with his hands all day and his arms too, Jimin hadn’t really noticed that before.
He tilted his head slightly, studying him.
“Huh.”
Yoongi glanced at him.
“Huh?”
Jimin kept staring.
Yoongi immediately grew nervous again.
“W-what?”
Jimin squinted a little like he was analyzing something.
“You’re actually kind of handsome.”
Yoongi’s brain stopped.
“I’m— what?”
Jimin shrugged like it was an obvious observation.
“You’re handsome.”
Yoongi’s face went bright red so fast it was almost impressive.
“I— I—”
He tried to respond, but his brain had clearly shut down. As he pushed his glasses up in panic, his hand slipped—and the glasses fell right off his face, landing crooked in the grass beside the rock.
Yoongi quickly grabbed them, flustered beyond belief.
“S-sorry,” he mumbled, wiping the lenses on the edge of his shirt before putting them back on.
Jimin laughed softly.
“You’re blushing.”
Yoongi covered part of his face with one hand.
“Th-that’s because you just said something very unexpected.”
Jimin grinned slightly.
“What? You don’t get compliments?”
Yoongi shook his head slowly.
“N-not really.”
Jimin studied him again.
“Well,” he said simply, “you should.”
Yoongi’s ears turned red again as Jimin realized he might enjoy making the shy carpenter flustered a little too much.
Jimin watched him for a moment, then shrugged lightly.
“I meant it, by the way.”
Yoongi blinked. “M-meant what?”
“That you’re handsome.”
Yoongi froze again.
Jimin tilted his head, completely serious.
“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I thought you were ugly.”
Yoongi looked absolutely mortified.
“I— I—”
His brain clearly short-circuited again.
“Th-that’s a very d-direct way to explain that,” he managed weakly.
Jimin laughed under his breath.
“You’re funny when you panic.”
Yoongi covered part of his face again.
“I’m n-not panicking.”
“You are.”
“I’m j-just processing.”
Jimin studied him for another moment, then he said, very casually,
“Actually… can we kiss again?”
Yoongi blinked.
“Again?”
Jimin nodded.
“Yeah.”
Yoongi looked completely stunned.
“I m-mean— if you w-want—”
Jimin rolled his eyes fondly.
“Yes, Yoongi. I want.”
He shifted a little closer on the rock.
“Properly this time.”
Yoongi swallowed nervously, his hands rested awkwardly on his knees like he didn’t know where else to put them.
“O-okay,” he said quietly.
Jimin leaned in first. This time the kiss wasn’t quick or teasing, it was slower, gentler. Yoongi froze for half a second before carefully leaning closer too, clearly trying not to mess it up, his hand eventually lifted and rested lightly against Jimin’s arm, hesitant but warm. When they finally pulled apart, Yoongi looked like someone had just rebooted his entire nervous system.
“Oh,” he said softly.
Jimin smiled a little.
“That one worked better.”
Yoongi nodded slowly, still processing.
“Yeah.”
Then he pushed his glasses up again, flustered but smiling. And Jimin realized the shy carpenter looked even better when he smiled like that.
For a moment after the kiss, neither of them spoke. The lake kept quiet, the breeze light against the water, Yoongi still looked a little stunned, like his mind was trying to catch up with everything that had just happened.
Jimin watched him for a second then he leaned closer again.
Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly, clearly expecting another kiss on the lips but Jimin gently pressed a kiss to his cheek instead.
Yoongi froze all over again. When Jimin pulled back, there was a small smile on his face now, soft..
“Thank you,” Jimin said.
Yoongi blinked.
“F-for what?”
Jimin looked down at the dreamcatcher still in his hand, the feathers moving in the wind.
“For making me feel special again.”
Yoongi’s expression softened immediately, the words clearly meant a lot more than Jimin had probably intended to show.
Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck again, shy.
“I… j-just told the truth,” he said quietly.
Jimin looked back at him.
“Well,” he replied, “you did a good job.”
Yoongi smiled a little at that, and there, sitting beside the lake, both of them realized the day had turned into something much better than either of them had expected.
By the time they started walking back toward the main area of the pack, the sun was higher in the sky, the path through the trees felt shorter now. Jimin walked a little ahead at first, the dreamcatcher loosely hanging from his fingers and Yoongi followed beside him, still quiet but noticeably more relaxed than when the day had started, every now and then their shoulders brushed as they walked but neither of them moved away.
Soon the sound of voices returned—the bonding gathering was still going on near the hall, some pairs were talking outside, others walking around the courtyard. As soon as they stepped into the open area, a few curious pack members glanced their way.
Taehyung, lounging on a bench with dramatic boredom, immediately sat up.
“Oh,” he said loudly. “Look who’s back.”
Jimin rolled his eyes but didn’t stop walking. Before they could reach his friend, two of the pack elders approached them, both were calm, observant figures who oversaw the bonding traditions every year.
“Jimin,” one elder said gently.
“Yoongi.”
They both stopped in front of them as the second elder gave them a small smile.
“You spent your bonding time together,” they said. “That’s good.”
Yoongi straightened slightly, clearly nervous again under the attention.
“We just need to ask,” the first elder continued. “Do you wish to continue the mating process?”
Yoongi opened his mouth.
“W-well, I—”
“Yes.”
Everyone looked at Jimin and Yoongi blinked as Jimin stood there calmly, arms crossed.
“Yes,” he repeated.
Yoongi stared at him in surprise.
“Oh.”
The elders exchanged approving glances.
“Very well,” one of them said, and made a small note on their parchment.
“Then you will continue your courtship period.”
They gave both of them polite nods before walking away to check on the other pairs. The moment they were gone, Yoongi looked back at Jimin.
“You a-answered really fast,” he said carefully.
Jimin shrugged.
“You were going to say yes too.”
Yoongi hesitated.
“Yeah.”
Jimin smirked slightly.
“See?”
Behind them, Taehyung had already rushed over.
“I leave you alone for a few hours and suddenly there’s official courtship?” he said dramatically.
Jimin groaned quietly.
“Don’t start.”
But when Yoongi glanced at him again, there was a small smile on Jimin’s face. The courtyard was still buzzing with people when Jimin suddenly clapped his hands once, like he had made a decision.
“Well,” he said.
Yoongi looked at him.
“Well…?” he repeated carefully.
Jimin turned toward the cabins path.
“I’m going to catch my things,” he announced casually. “Can’t wait to meet our cabin, future mate.”
Yoongi choked. Actually choked. A small, strangled sound left his throat.
“—?!”
Jimin looked back over his shoulder.
“Oh relax,” he said, amused, as Yoongi was still recovering.
“F-future—” he started, coughing a little. “You said that very c-casually.”
Jimin just grinned.
“Come on,” he said. “You can help.”
Yoongi sighed in quiet despair—but followed him anyway. They hadn’t even reached the path when they ran into Jungkook and Namjoon walking toward them.
Jungkook immediately noticed the direction they were heading.
“Where are you two going?” he asked.
Jimin hooked a thumb toward the cabins.
“I’m getting my things.”
Jungkook blinked.
“Your things?”
Namjoon looked curious as Jimin smiled innocently.
“Yoongi and I are going to be neighbors with you soon.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened.
“Wait— what?”
Namjoon laughed softly beside him.
“That was fast.”
Yoongi stood there quietly dying inside.
“It’s n-normal timing,” he mumbled weakly but Jimin waved them off.
“Don’t worry,” he said to Jungkook. “You can still annoy me whenever you want.”
Jungkook gasped dramatically.
“I do not annoy you.”
“You absolutely do.”
Namjoon chuckled as the two of them walked past.
“Good luck,” he called after Yoongi.
Yoongi looked like he needed it.
Jimin’s cabin wasn’t far. When they stepped inside, Yoongi immediately noticed how neat it was, soft bedding, warm light.
Jimin moved around casually.
“I don’t have much to pack,” he said.
Yoongi nodded.
“T-that’s good.”
Jimin started gathering things—some clothes, a few personal items, small boxes.
Yoongi relaxed slightly then Jimin opened a large wooden chest.
Yoongi froze. Inside were layers and layers of furs: soft, thick ones, light ones, dark ones, a lot of them.
Jimin pulled one out happily.
“Oh good, they’re all here.”
Yoongi stared.
“All?”
Jimin nodded.
“Of course I’m bringing them.”
Yoongi slowly looked at the pile.
“H-how many are there?”
Jimin started counting.
“One… two… three…”
Yoongi’s soul left his body.
“Ten.”
Jimin turned to him with a bright smile.
“You can carry these.”
Yoongi blinked.
“All of them?”
Jimin nodded like this was completely reasonable.
“You’re strong.”
Yoongi stared at the mountain of furs then back at Jimin then at the furs again.
“I’m being p-punished for something,” he muttered.
Jimin laughed.
“Future mate duties.”
Yoongi sighed deeply, but a few minutes later he was walking out of the cabin carrying a ridiculous stack of ten furs, barely able to see over them.
Jimin walked beside him with one small bag, completely satisfied.
The cabin was quieter than the rest of the pack territory, Jimin noticed it immediately when they reached the small clearing. The sounds of the main area—voices, tools, distant laughter—were softer here, like they belonged to another world.
Yoongi pushed the door open first.
Jimin stepped in behind him… and stopped.
“Oh,” he breathed. The place smelled faintly of cedar and smoke, the walls were dark wood, smooth and warm-looking, the beams thick and sturdy above them. There weren’t many decorations—just a few shelves, a long table, and a wide hearth—but the space felt big.
Jimin slowly turned in a circle, taking it all in.
“This is…” he shook his head, smiling in disbelief. “Yoongi, this is beautiful.”
Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, already blushing. “It’s just a cabin.”
“Just a cabin?” Jimin looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “It’s huge.”
Behind them, Yoongi was still holding an absurd pile of furs Jimin had insisted on bringing, the stack was so high he could barely see over it. Jimin wandered farther inside, fingers trailing along the wooden table, peeking toward the small kitchen space.
“You live here alone?”
“Yeah.”
Jimin hummed thoughtfully, already picturing things: curtains maybe, plants, some bright fabrics over the chairs.
He turned around suddenly.
“Can I decorate?”
Yoongi blinked.
“What?”
“The cabin,” Jimin said, gesturing excitedly. “Can I decorate it? Not a lot! Just—some things. Maybe some colors. And more blankets. And—”
Yoongi’s ears were bright red now.
“It’s… ours now,” he mumbled.
Jimin froze, then his smile softened into something warmer.
“Ours?”
Yoongi immediately looked like he regretted speaking. Jimin laughed quietly and kept exploring before Yoongi could completely melt into the floor.
He peeked into another room.
“Oh—bedroom.”
Simple, large bed, more dark wood and thick blankets.
Jimin nodded approvingly, then he opened the bathroom door.
Silence.
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi, still wrestling with the mountain of furs, groaned. “What now?”
Jimin didn’t answer. Instead, Yoongi heard slow footsteps then a small, delighted laugh.
Curious—and slightly worried—Yoongi shuffled toward the door, the stack of furs wobbling dangerously.
“What—”
He stopped as Jimin was standing next to the bathtub. It wasn’t small, it was carved stone, wide and deep, clearly meant to hold a lot of water.
Jimin looked absolutely delighted.
“Yoongi,” he said softly, crouching to run a hand along the rim. “This thing could fit… like… both of us.”
Yoongi blinked.
“And—” Jimin continued, clearly thinking out loud now, smiling to himself, “maybe even pups one day.”
Yoongi’s brain stalled as Jimin looked back at the tub dreamily.
“I hope we can bathe together here.”
The pile of furs slipped and Yoongi made a strangled noise, and then he nearly fainted as ten different furs collapsed all over him.
Jimin turned around at the sound and burst out laughing.
“Yoongi!”
He hurried over, trying to pull the furs off him.
“Oh no, future mate down already?” Jimin teased, eyes sparkling.
From under the pile, Yoongi groaned weakly.
“I’m not going to survive this.”
The cabin didn’t stay minimal for long. Jimin had barely finished laughing about Yoongi collapsing under the mountain of furs before he started moving around the space with determination.
“Okay,” he said, clapping once. “First things first.”
Yoongi, who had just recovered and stacked the furs properly on a chair, blinked at him. “First what?”
“Decoration.”
“You just got here.”
“And?” Jimin grinned and before Yoongi could answer, Jimin grabbed one of the softer pelts and spread it over the couch near the hearth, then another across the bed, one over the back of a chair.
He stepped back, tilting his head critically.
“See? Better already.”
Yoongi leaned against the kitchen counter, quietly watching him. Jimin moved through the cabin like he belonged there already—humming under his breath, rearranging things, smoothing the furs with careful hands and Yoongi’s chest felt strangely warm.
He turned to the small kitchen before Jimin could notice how long he’d been staring.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Always,” Jimin answered immediately from the other room.
Yoongi chuckled softly and started cooking. The sounds of the cabin slowly filled with life—wood crackling in the hearth, the quiet clink of utensils, Jimin occasionally moving something and muttering to himself about “balance” and “color.”
After a while the smell started spreading. Jimin wandered toward the kitchen, curiosity pulling him in and he stopped near the table, watching Yoongi move around the stove with quiet confidence.
“You’re… really good at that,” Jimin said.
Yoongi shrugged, stirring the pot. “I cook a lot.”
“For the pack?”
“Sometimes. Mostly for myself.”
Jimin leaned his chin on his hand, studying him.
“You’re kind of amazing, you know.”
Yoongi nearly dropped the spoon.
“I—what?”
“You built this whole cabin,” Jimin said, counting on his fingers. “You cook like this. You’re calm. You’re strong. And you’re cute.”
Yoongi’s face went red so fast it was almost impressive.
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
Yoongi turned his attention back to the pot like it had personally offended him. Dinner was ready not long after, they sat across from each other at the wooden table.
Jimin took the first bite… and immediately froze.
Yoongi tensed.
“Is it bad?”
Jimin slowly looked up.
“Yoongi.”
“Yes?”
“This is amazing.”
The relief on Yoongi’s face was instant as Jimin took another bite, practically glowing now.
“I’m serious. This is incredible.” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I got really lucky, didn’t I?”
Yoongi frowned slightly. “Lucky?”
“To be chosen by you.”
Yoongi stared at him, then he looked down at his bowl, suddenly very shy.
“I think I’m the lucky one,” he muttered.
Jimin blinked.
“You like the cabin,” Yoongi added quietly. “You’re happy here.”
Jimin glanced around the room: the furs, the warm light of the fire, the wooden walls… Yoongi sitting across from him, still blushing.
He smiled.
“I really am,” Jimin said softly. “It already feels like home.”
Yoongi looked up again, eyes warm and a little overwhelmed.
“You make it feel like one,” he admitted.
Jimin’s ears turned pink this time, as they both looked down at their food at the exact same moment. And the cabin, now a little fuller and a little warmer, felt even more like theirs.
The cabin was warm and cozy now, filled with the scent of food and the soft rustle of furs as Jimin adjusted a few more around the chairs, and leaned back, smiling faintly to himself.
“I… I always worried,” he said quietly, “that someone I didn’t like would choose me.”
Yoongi glanced up, curious.
Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, still a little bitter. “None of them did. Which… I guess now it’s a blessing, thinking about it.” He let out a short, almost bitter laugh.
Yoongi’s expression softened. His voice quiet, steady, but still filled with warmth. “If I could… I’d choose you again.”
Jimin froze mid-adjustment. “Excuse me?”
“In e-e-very lifetime,” Yoongi said, not looking away. “If it were possible, I’d c-choose you again.”
Jimin’s ears flared bright red and his fingers stopped moving on the furs. “Yoongi—” he squeaked.
Yoongi finally looked at him, eyes wide and earnest. “I mean it.”
Jimin’s blush deepened until he looked like he might spontaneously combust, his hands went to his face for a moment, then he flailed dramatically.
“STOP BEING ROMANTIC!” he shouted. “OR I’M GOING TO KISS YOU AGAIN—AND THEN DROWN YOU IN OUR STUPID HUGE BATHTUB!”
Yoongi froze mid-bite, spoon hovering in the air, his glasses slipped slightly down his nose.
“I—I… what?” he stammered, utterly mortified.
Jimin pointed toward the bathroom, still flushed and smirking. “You heard me! The one that can fit both of us and our future pups! Don’t make me do it!”
Yoongi’s brain short-circuited. His face was so red it might have glowed in the dark. “I… I d-don’t think I can survive that…!”
Jimin laughed, tossing a small fur onto the couch. “Good. That’s the point.”
Yoongi groaned quietly, gripping his spoon for support. And Jimin, already smiling with fond amusement, realized he loved seeing Yoongi this flustered—completely and utterly his.
After they’d cleaned up the cabin and the furs were all neatly stacked, Jimin bounced around like he had a new plan.
“Yoongi,” he said, practically dragging the shy alpha by the arm, “bath time!”
Yoongi froze. “B-bath time?”
“Yes!” Jimin grinned. “I want to take a nice, innocent bath with my future mate.”
Yoongi’s face immediately went bright red. “Jimin. W-we’re not mated yet. I c-can’t—see you like that.”
Jimin rolled his eyes, tugging him toward the bathroom. “Oh, you will see me naked a lot better later, get used to it. Nothing’s going to happen, I just want a relaxing bath!”
Yoongi stammered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-I… okay… if you… want me to.”
By the time they started undressing, Yoongi was a complete mess—blushing so hard his ears were practically glowing, he tried to cover himself awkwardly, hopping from foot to foot and mumbling incoherently. Jimin, on the other hand, couldn’t stop himself, his eyes drifted, and he muttered under his breath, “Wow… you are really hot…”
Yoongi nearly dropped his towel, eyes wide and flustered. “I-I’m n-not!” he stuttered, trying to maintain dignity, but every movement looked chaotic and funny.
Jimin finally stepped out of his towel, smirking. He struck a playful pose, hands on his hips, looking at Yoongi.
“Like what you see, huh?” he teased, grinning mischievously.
Yoongi’s jaw dropped. “I—I…” His glasses slid down his nose as he scrambled to cover himself again, face redder than a cherry. Jimin laughed at his reaction, swaying and flopping dramatically in front of him like he was putting on a little chaotic performance. “You’re not supposed to faint, future mate!”
Yoongi groaned, hiding behind his arms, while Jimin continued posing, hopping around and making funny faces, clearly loving the chaos he’d created. Yoongi peeked at him nervously, still blushing like crazy, but he’d follow Jimin anywhere, even into total chaos.
The water was warm, almost perfectly so. Jimin sank in first, humming happily, letting the warmth seep through his shoulders.
Yoongi slowly lowered himself in on the other side, still stiff, still red, and still muttering under his breath. “I… I cannot believe I a-agreed to this…”
Jimin turned toward him, grin wide. “Relax! It’s just a bath. Nothing bad will happen.”
Yoongi blinked, swallowing. “I hope…”
For a few seconds, it was quiet, just the gentle splash of water and the soft light through the cabin window then Jimin suddenly flicked water at him.
Yoongi yelped, flailing awkwardly and nearly tipping himself over. “J-Jimin!”
“Come on, future mate!” Jimin laughed, flicking more water. “Join the fun!”
Yoongi tried to dodge, but ended up splashing himself in the process. He sputtered, coughing, and muttered, “…I hate you…”—but it was obvious he didn’t mean it.
Jimin laughed, completely delighted at the chaos. “Oh, you love it!”
Yoongi groaned, cheeks bright red, arms crossed over his chest as he sloshed water back toward Jimin accidentally. “I-I don’t! This is… dangerous…”
“You’re adorable,” Jimin said, leaning back and smiling, eyes sparkling. “Seriously. I can’t handle it.”
Yoongi froze mid-splash. “Adorable?!” Jimin giggled and splashed again lightly as Yoongi sputtered, trying to protect himself, but couldn’t stop laughing through it all.
The bath had officially turned into chaos. At one point, Jimin leaned forward, smirked, and said softly, “You’re really cute when you panic.”
Yoongi’s glasses slipped again. “I-I’m n-not—!”
“Shh,” Jimin interrupted, leaning closer, eyes sparkling. “Just relax. This is our bath. Nothing else matters.”
Yoongi’s heart thumped so fast he didn’t even try to argue. After a few more minutes of splashing, sputtering, and chaotic laughter, they finally settled into a quiet rhythm, Jimin leaned back against the edge, water dripping from his hair, smiling softly.
Yoongi, still blushing furiously, sank a little lower, carefully keeping his distance but secretly enjoying the warmth of the water and the soft sound of Jimin’s laughter beside him.
“I… I guess this isn’t so bad,” Yoongi admitted quietly, eyes still averted.
Jimin’s grin widened. “I told you. Nothing bad will happen.”
Yoongi looked at him, a small, shy smile forming. “Y-you make chaos… fun.”
Jimin laughed softly again. “Good. That’s my job as your future mate.”
And for the first time since Choosing Day, both of them felt completely at ease in the cabin, in the bath, and in each other’s company—even if it was messy, chaotic, and full of bright red cheeks and slipping glasses.
The bath was finally over, and the cabin was warm and cozy. Steam curled lazily around them as they wrapped themselves in soft furs, drying off and laughing quietly at the chaos of their splashing.
Jimin, already bouncing on his heels, sat cross-legged on the floor with his favorite fur draped around him, his eyes were sparkling.
“Yoongi,” he said suddenly, voice bright, “imagine our pups!”
Yoongi nearly choked on the towel he was holding. “W-what?”
Jimin nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Our pups! Can you picture it? Running around the cabin, playing in the yard, us teaching them stuff!”
Yoongi blinked, flustered. “Jimin… weren’t you mad about life… t-two hours ago?”
Jimin shrugged, grinning with excitement. “That was then. Now I’m relieved. I’m with you.”
Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his tone.
“You’re nice,” Jimin continued, voice softening a little. “You take care of me, carry my furs when they’re too much, build things beautifully… I’m just glad… really glad I was chosen.”
Yoongi blinked, utterly stunned. He could see it—the small quiver in Jimin’s voice, the brightness in his eyes, the way he hugged one of the furs close like it represented all the happiness in the world.
“I’m… I’m happy too,” Yoongi admitted quietly, voice low.
Jimin’s grin softened into something tender, almost emotional. “I mean it,” he said, letting himself sink a little into the warmth of the furs. “I’m really happy.”
Yoongi’s heart couldn’t handle it. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed him. At first it was soft, then Jimin’s eyes widened as Yoongi’s hands rested gently on his shoulders, holding him close, and the kiss deepened—way too much, overwhelming in its warmth and emotion.
Jimin squeaked, flustered but laughing through it, trying to wriggle free just slightly, but Yoongi held him steady.
“You… you’re… overwhelming!” Jimin gasped between laughs, face red and eyes sparkling.
Yoongi finally pulled back, forehead resting against his, breathing fast. “I… can’t help it,” he admitted.
Jimin blinked at him, cheeks still pink, a huge smile forming despite the chaos. “I… I don’t mind,” he said softly, voice almost shy.
Yoongi’s heart swelled. “Good,” he whispered. And for a moment, they stayed like that—wrapped in furs, warmth, and the messy, chaotic, happy feeling of being chosen by someone who truly cared. Jimin leaned back into Yoongi’s chest, thinking about pups, cabins, and all the little moments yet to come, while Yoongi held him close, silently promising to take care of every one of them.
The cabin felt alive—not because of steam or water or furs—but because of them.
A few days later, the cabin was warm and cozy in a different way, the fire flickered in the hearth, casting soft light across the walls and the furs Jimin had so enthusiastically brought in.
Jimin was sprawled across one of the big furs, laughing as Yoongi leaned over him.
“Stop moving!” Yoongi tried to scold, though his own grin gave him away.
“Too late!” Jimin squealed, squirming as Yoongi pretended to gently nip at his shoulder.
“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was half laugh, half protest. “I s-said—”
But he couldn’t finish before Jimin darted away, rolling across the furs, hair flying, eyes sparkling, laughter filling the cabin.
“You’re impossible!” Yoongi exclaimed, chasing him, trying to keep his balance on the thick layers of fur.
“And you love it!” Jimin teased, suddenly flipping over to face him. “Admit it!”
Yoongi froze for a second, caught off guard by the mischievous glint in Jimin’s eyes. “I… I… maybe,” he stammered, cheeks red.
Jimin laughed louder. “See? You do!”
Yoongi leaned down quickly, giving a very gentle pretend bite to Jimin’s shoulder.
“Oi! That’s cheating!” Jimin shrieked, flailing and giggling uncontrollably.
“No it’s not!” Yoongi protested through his own laughter, nipping again in playful retaliation, the cabin echoed with their giggles, shouts, and the soft rustle of furs as they tumbled around together.
“Future mate,” Jimin gasped between laughs, trying to catch his breath, “you are way too much sometimes.”
“And you started it!” Yoongi shot back, grinning wildly.
They paused for a second, breathing heavily, faces flushed, grinning at each other.
“You’re ridiculous,” Jimin whispered, leaning back into Yoongi’s chest.
“And you love it,” Yoongi muttered, resting his chin on the top of Jimin’s head.
Jimin laughed softly, nuzzling into him. “I do. I really think I do.”
Yoongi’s hands rested gently on Jimin’s shoulders, the firelight dancing in his glasses. “Good,” he said quietly. “Because I’m… happy. V-very happy.”
Jimin glanced up at him, eyes sparkling. “Me too. More than I thought I could be.”
They stayed like that for a while, laughing quietly, nuzzling, and stealing tiny, playful bites at each other—not harmful, just teasing, just chaotic—and completely, utterly content. For once, the cabin didn’t feel quiet or calm, it was alive with their laughter, their joy, and the beginnings of a life together they were already imagining, filled with warmth, love, and chaos.
Still, some months later, the cabin was bustling with warmth and life. The fire crackled, the furs were stacked neatly (for once), and Yoongi was carefully unpacking boxes of small toys, blankets, and tiny clothes while Jimin flitted around like a whirlwind.
“This will be perfect!” Jimin exclaimed, holding a soft pastel blanket up against the wall. “We can put the crib here, and maybe shelves for toys there, and oh! Maybe some little stars painted on the ceiling!”
Yoongi watched him quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips, adjusting his glasses nervously. “Are you sure this isn’t… too much?”
Jimin turned to him, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Too much? Yoongi, I’m already mated with you. Everything we do now is perfect! And… I think I can feel it…”
Yoongi blinked. “Feel what?”
Jimin dramatically placed a hand on his stomach, almost like he was already imagining the tiny life inside him. “I’m… pregnant,” he whispered, with all the pride of someone who clearly knew it in his bones.
Yoongi froze, glasses slipping down his nose as he slowly adjusted them. “P-pregnant?”
“Yes!” Jimin bounced on the balls of his feet. “I can feel it! I can feel our pup! Don’t you feel it too?!”
Yoongi ran a hand through his messy dark hair, cheeks red and ears faintly glowing. “I… I feel… something.” He cleared his throat, muttering, “Definitely… something.”
Jimin grinned mischievously. “See! I told you. Already bonding. Already mine.”
Yoongi tried to act sternly, but it failed spectacularly. “You’re ridiculous,” he said softly.
“And you love it!” Jimin said immediately, bouncing over to hand him a tiny toy. “Future pup’s first toy. Place it on the shelf.”
Yoongi shook his head, smiling so hard his glasses almost fell off again. “I-I do.”
They worked together, placing tiny blankets in the crib, stacking small books, and hanging little decorations. Jimin hummed the whole time, completely in his element, while Yoongi followed his lead, still a little shy, but clearly loving every second of it.
“Look at this,” Jimin said, pointing at a wall he had just painted with little stars and moons. “It’s perfect for our pup. Cozy, soft… everything will be wonderful.”
Yoongi nodded, brushing his hand lightly along the shelf. “It… really is. You’ve made it amazing.”
Jimin turned to him, eyes softening, voice full of happiness. “And I didn’t even have to tell you how happy I am being chosen by you again. I feel so… safe. Loved. Excited… almost emotional.”
Yoongi’s blush deepened, and without thinking, he leaned down and kissed Jimin gently on the lips. “You… y-you make everything better,” he murmured.
Jimin laughed softly into the kiss, shaking his head. The cabin felt warm, cozy, and alive—not just with firelight or furs, but with laughter, love, and tiny dreams of the family they were building together.
Jimin’s hands flew over another blanket, humming happily, already imagining the little feet that would run across these floors someday. Yoongi watched him, heart full, thinking quietly: I’d choose him again in every lifetime…
And somewhere between laughter, teasing, and soft kisses, the cabin was no longer just a home, it was theirs, their pup’s room was just the beginning.
Jimin felt completely, utterly, and wonderfully content. The room was finished: tiny blankets folded neatly, shelves stacked with small toys, and the crib in the perfect spot as Jimin leaned back against the wall, hands on his knees, breathing deeply like he couldn’t believe it all.
Yoongi sank down beside him, careful not to bump the crib, his messy dark hair fell over his forehead, and his glasses were slightly crooked, but his smile was soft and full of quiet pride.
“You… really went all out,” he said quietly, voice warm.
Jimin grinned, cheeks still flushed. “Of course! It’s for our pup. I wanted it perfect. I’m… really happy, Yoongi. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Yoongi shifted closer, draping an arm gently around Jimin’s shoulders. “I… can tell. And I’m glad. Seeing you this happy… it m-makes me h-happy too.”
Jimin leaned into the warmth, closing his eyes for a moment. “I feel safe with you,” he whispered, voice soft. “I’ve never felt this… calm, even when everything was chaotic.”
Yoongi chuckled quietly. “Even when you’re chaotic?”
Jimin laughed, lightly punching his arm. “Especially then!”
Yoongi smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “You make me… proud, Jimin. P-proud to be… y-your mate.”
Jimin’s cheeks flared pink again, and he laughed softly. “Yoongi…”
Yoongi leaned in and kissed him gently, forehead resting against his. “I’d do it all again,” he murmured. “Every choice, every step, e-everything. With you.”
Jimin smiled softly, shaking his head. “Me too. I’d choose you over and over.”
They sat like that for a long moment, quiet except for the soft crackle of the fire and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. Jimin’s hands found one of the tiny blankets from the crib and he held it close, smiling. “Our pup’s going to have the best life,” he whispered.
Yoongi rested his chin on Jimin’s shoulder, just enjoying the warmth and the feeling of being completely together. “They will,” he agreed. “Because we’ll do it together.”
The cabin wasn’t just a house filled with furs and furniture, it was a home, a home for them. And for the little family they were building—one full of love, laughter, chaos, and warmth.
Jimin smiled again, eyes shining, and whispered quietly, “I can’t wait.”
Yoongi squeezed him gently, laughing softly. “Neither can I.”
The fire flickered, the cabin felt alive, and outside, the world could wait. Inside, everything was perfect.