(Y/N) POV:

I didn't mean to. I swear I had no idea that looking at Taehyung with a warning look- knowing that there had been a hint of envy in his eyes towards Hye-Jin, would have led to this. No idea.

But that didn't mean that if I got the chance I wouldn't do the same thing again. 

It sent a thrill through me seeing his eyes turn from brown to a vibrant red, that red hue then darkening and glittering with a deeper intent- something teasing and dangerous in his eyes. I can see a mischievous, warning look come into his eyes and I scrabble up from the armchair- something so predatory in those eyes that send me bolting upwards, even though intrinsically I know this isn't that sort of predatory intent- it's something exciting and new. I back away, seeing the way his eyes remain on me, follow and track each of my movements.

"Taehyungie don't." I warn but I can hear the smile in my own voice, the slight softness that lessens the force of the words.

But his lips tug up into a lazy smirk, waiting, watching.

And something propels me to turn. To rush away from this Taehyung who exudes power and confidence and thrilling promise. I rush to disappear into the shelves behind me, feet pattering against the wooden flooring but there's no rush of feet behind me, only a bright exuberant laugh that belies the face it comes from. A laugh that is joyful and elated and then it begins.

A chase.

Feet that begin torturously slow as they amble behind me, each footstep purposeful and intended but the sound of them somehow amplified in the emptiness of the book café. Hye-Jin's gone- I saw her passing through the front door and leaving. Closing up for the night was down to me.

But now in the vastness of the shop- it becomes a ground for me to run from Taehyung, the space being an advantage and handicap. And then I can hear his pace quicken, a fond laugh as his words trail through the air.

"Run baby mate." He drawls, voice laced with deeper intent and joy.

And run I do. Weaving in and out of shelves as his footsteps become louder and louder, grow closer and closer. I dart out of reach when his arm shoots out to grab at me, laughing breathlessly when I back away and turn the corner.

His own laughter is deep and sends pleasant jolts dancing through me- spurred on by the amusement he's getting from this, from the thrill he's getting in chasing me.

It feels like he's toying with me, purposely letting me evade his grip and hands countless times, feet faltering as I turn- as if slipping on the smooth polished floor but then his footsteps resume unfaltering and steady. My breaths are coming out quicker- both in response to the situation and from running and laughing at the same time.

I know my laughter is giving me away but I can't seem to stop it from bubbling out.

"(Y/N)...give up." He bargains, voice floating over to me.

But I don't give up. Don't want to. I find myself getting lost in the game of chase- feeling spurred on to dart away out of reach, to use my knowledge of the layout to my advantage. And just as I turn again, head turning over my shoulder to see Taehyung's triumphant face as he catches sight of me, grin widening. I turn to run and find my feet coming to a rushed stop- meeting the end of a wall- the  dark brown wood mockingly being the thing that blocks my escape. I turn when those footsteps slow and approach me with deadly precision. Heart thudding from anticipation, loud and echoing in my ears as I find my fingers scrabbling for purchase against the wooden design of the walls, fingers slipping across the smooth wood, looking up slowly to meet dark red eyes- that sparkle triumphantly.

"Got you mate." He whispers, voice not even out of breath but instead a low deep purr that sends shivers through me at the intensity of his words.

And as I instinctively press back into the wall when he closes that small distance, back meeting cool wood, he steps even closer. His strong body comes to hover over me, legs pressing forward, parting to cage me in from either side- firm muscles bunching and shifting against the side of my thighs.

And I see his eyes darken, hand rising to brush a loose strand of errant hair that had made it's way out of my low bun, cool fingers brushing against the heated skin of my cheek.

"Beautiful...so, so beautiful." He breathes and then that hand comes to cup the edge of my jaw, tilting my face up towards him. I find myself entranced by the storm of emotions rushing through his eyes but that hand is painstakingly gentle as he draws closer. My eyes flutter slightly, lowering to see his pink rosebud lips approach closer and closer as that same hand draws distracting circles onto the line of my jaw.

There's a brief moment, a fraction of a second where our lips hover near each other, close but not yet touching. I ache to feel the plush pressure of his lips against my own, to feel what sorts of sparks it sends across my body, to know how he tastes. And then his lips land on mine, a velvety softness that seals my mouth firmly against his. And that's the only sensation remains whilst the world fades away.

TAE POV:

The moment my lips connect with her plush, cushiony lips I find my resolve slipping and the world fading away. She tastes as sweet as her scent- intoxicating, heady- luring me in and trapping me against the softness of her rosy lips. The kiss is only slow and sweet for the first few moments, as we learn the shape of each other's lips, commit hers to my memory- revel in the feeling of completeness and wholeness that my soul screams with. And then the crashing exhilaration that comes with the knowledge of having captured my mate, of having won the chase washes over me and all restraint slips away. I groan against her mouth, tongue darting out to lick and suck her full bottom lip, dragging it lightly between my teeth, grazing against it. And my fangs which had emerged before the chase scrape slightly firmer against the pillowy softness, pinch, and nip at her lip. Her startled gasp is swallowed eagerly by me, tongue laving over where my fangs would've pricked her ever so slightly, soothing away the pain. My tongue runs over the seam of her lips, teasing and constant, feverish and needy and she parts her mouth with a breathy exhale and my tongue darts in, sweeping over each dip and hollow of her mouth, claiming it with the thick deep strokes of my tongue, coaxing and entangling her tongue with mine in a feverish dance. I tilt her head back to deepen the kiss, wanting and needing to taste more of her, to coax more of those beautiful sounds out. Her hands rise to entangle with my hair, a whimper slipping out as I press myself further into her, gathering her soft small frame towards me, arm slipping down to ensnare her waist.

She's everything. The feeling of her mouth on mine, pliant and willing and just as wanting as me, tugging me down, welcoming me to kiss deeper, to swallow and drink those sounds hungrily- as if they're only for me to hear, for me to have. 

(Y/N) POV:

I gasp when his tongue parts from mine to sweep through my mouth, legs feeling shaky but at the same time safe and protected within the cradle his body forms for me. His mouth is like a brand on mine, claiming me, marking me as his, fiery and passionate. There's nothing but sheer need for each other that consumes us, pushes, and pulls us further into each other, my hands entangling with his dark curls- sparks shooting across my lips, and a sweet warmth spreading through my body- soul singing with how complete it makes me feel being here with him. He parts our lips slowly, sliding against each other as he leans back- eyes wide and pupils blown wide and dilated- the red only being barely visible. His lips are swollen, glistening and red, his fangs enticingly poking through and resting against his bottom lip. My chest heaves, forcing breath into my lungs as I look up at him, body held up with his support and unfailingly tender grip on my waist. His head lowers to trail kisses along the side of my jaw, fangs scraping gently against the skin, I arch my neck to give him that unrestricted access, to bare my neck for him. He groans against the side of my throat, the reverberations felt against my skin as he presses shaky light kisses there, fangs a teasing caress and promise of what future moments with him hold. I gently scrape my nails against his scalp, breathless when he stops to press his lips in a lingering, scorching kiss to my pulse point- to where he can feel my heartbeat under his lips, feel my life thrum against him.

I feel so vulnerable yet so safe with him, trust him inexplicably as his lips drag a path up, and his arms go to tug me into him, wrapping me an embrace as he breathes in deeply my scent- the tip of his nose brushing against my skin. I shake slightly. So, so sensitive. 

"So sensitive jagi..." he breathes against my skin, voice teasing and fond.

But the waver in it gives away that he's equally as affected as I am. I never imagined my first kiss with my mate would be like this, but I'm not complaining. It was explosive- that bursting of emotions and need and want. It was satiating that craving for each other- that tether of our souls strengthening and merging with each other.

"Let's get you home." He says after a while, leaning back with regret and unwillingness in his eyes- red softening and turning back to his usual brown.

But I realise that I've slowly started finding home within them. Associated it with them. Which is why driving back is bittersweet. Because I want to crawl into his arms and make my place there, to keep a part of me treasured within them.

And when he stops in front of our apartment, he turns me to him and shares a sweet slow kiss with me. This time it's exploratory, gentle, and new. Careful as he cradles my face towards him and our lips move in sync against each other. It's soft and gentle but it's full of longing too. He leans back and presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Goodnight jagi." He whispers.

I step out of his hold, soul aching to turn back to him and run into the haven of his hold.

But I force myself to step through to my apartment, turn to smile at him.

"Goodnight my beautiful mate." I say back.

And his bright boxy grin is enough. These small moments are. And I feel my heart widening and expanding as he makes his permanent place there.

JOON POV:

There's something bothering Yoongi hyung. I can see it, feel sit, sense it through the bond too. A restlessness that is so unusual to see when he's always such a calm, balancing force in our nest. He's usually the one pulling agitated bondmates onto his laps, a gentle scrape of his fangs against mating marks to help soothe and calm them down. And right now, his legs keep jostling as they bounce up and down, full of pent-up energy- eyes darting constantly from his phone which he glares at to the entry to the living room which isn't suddenly occupied with our mate.

Everyone else has noticed too, they dart curious worried glances to him. It's unusual to see hyung looking so fazed, so worried- when normally he was the peacekeeper, played a role in both scolding and coddling the maknaes after they'd been told off.

Kookie sidles up to hyung, hand coming to rest on his bouncing leg- hyung who somehow didn't see him approach because once again his eyes are pinched and frowning as he looks at his phone. But the touch seems to both startle him and draw him out of his reverie- hand flailing to move the phone aside and head moving to the side to see Kookie, eyes softening slightly.

"What is it baby?" he asks, and I'm awed at his ability to push aside his very visible worry so he can focus on Kookie instead, hyung's hand rising to cup his face- and we all watch as Kookie leans into the touch.

"What's wrong hyung? He asks softly.

Hyung starts. As if he wasn't aware that his nerves had been visible to all of us.

He dredges up a smile, but we can all see that it's partially forced.

"Nothing, I'm just worried why it's taking Taehyungie so long." He frets.

"Hyung you know Tae...he gets distracted by the most unusual things and besides, he's dropping (Y/N) off...it'll take some time." Hobi quips in a fond tone.

It eases the tension slightly but something is still badgering hyung to the extent that it seems to hover and hang over him like his personal raincloud- keeping that dampening effect on his mood, his entire posture even if it's unconsciously.

My eyes meet Jin hyung's and I find the same concern laced into his expression. Something is most definitely bothering him and I'm willing to bet that he wasn't just glancing at the time on his phone, not with the way he'd hastily dropped it screen-down onto the side when Kookie had nestled close.

And I eye that phone with a growing sense of trepidation. Hyung isn't hiding anything is he?

Anything that could throw everything into a spin and turn our worlds around. And I have a niggling doubt that if we don't ask him soon- it'll all backfire on us. And hyung will be the one that hurts the most.

It's around fifteen minutes later when the front door opens and footsteps drift through the house, Tae's home. But the tread of his feet are joyous somehow- light and happy?

And when he steps through to the living room, we all become collectively still- stunned into silence by the look that greets us.

Tae is grinning, smiling brightly at us all as he walks in but there's something different at the same time about his walk- footsteps lighter, as if he's got springs attached- walking with a bounce.

And when he gets closer, suddenly (Y/N)'s scent comes in crashing waves- overwhelming my senses, nose filled with that sweet, strong scent. And somehow it liberally coats him, clings to him like a second skin- becomes merged with his scent somehow.

And his lips are swollen and reddened, hair mussed as if hands have run through it- tousled it, tugged at it. There's a high flush on his cheeks, two spots of rose and his eyes are sparkling. The scent seems to saturate his lips, flood them- and it doesn't take long for the connection to form.

"You..." Hobi starts incredulously and with a tinge of envy.

"Yup." He answers without a pause or preamble.

"Hyung you're practically drowning with her scent." Kookie says, leaning forward from where he'd been curled against Yoongi hyung's side. His nose adorably wrinkles and scrunches as her scent fills his nostrils- red bleeding in slightly into his irises.

"She's so sweet. So perfect. Her taste is just..." he starts off and then breaks off with a groan, eyes wide as he clearly recollects it.

His tailing off leaves me longing to find out. Her taste is? 

Tae's voice is thick with need, clouded with desire. 

His emotions transmit through the bond strongly and I can see everyone beginning to be affected by it and (Y/N) is not even here- the mate who'd set off this chain reaction.

Yoongi hyung looks the most composed, getting up slowly to pull Tae into his arms.

"You're fine? She's fine?" he checks and when Tae nods from where he's wrapped around hyung.

Hyung sighs and I see his grip getting tighter and realise that inadvertently the hug had caused hyung to get the full overwhelming force of her scent to collide into him.

Hyung's groan is one that's pained and one that indicates his control is slipping.

"Tae..." he murmurs, hands fisting tightly into the back of his coat, tugging him closer.

Tae's smile is nothing but delighted as he allows Yoongi hyung to manhandle him, pulling him towards him, allowing himself to be tugged upstairs- the lingering trail of her scent wafting enticingly; luring us, urging us to follow behind the two.

I'm torn between the worry about Yoongi hyung which had been forcefully pushed aside by our mate's sweet scent. But I know that when things get a little less heated, cool down a bit- one of us is going to have to talk to hyung.

And my eyes catch onto his phone which remains discarded on the couch, I fight the urge to check; not willing to breach that privacy he's entitled to, even if I know that it might give me the answers I'm looking for.

(AHHH! THE FIRST KISS! IT TOOK NEARLY 50 CHAPTERS TO GET THERE AND THERE WAS JUST NO HOLDING BACK! IT'D BEEN BUILDING TO THIS MOMENT AND AFTER THE CHAASE- THERE WAS NOTHING BUT URGENCY AND FIERY WANT FOR EACH OTHER AND THEY GAVE INTO IT! I HOPE IT WASN'T TOO MUCH BUT PERSONALLY I FELT IT WENT WELL WITH THE FLOW- NO SWEET FIRST KISSES HERE, OOPS! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS! I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR YOUR REACTIONS! AND THEN THERE'S THIS ENDING...WONDER WHAT'LL HAPPEN. THEORIES? STAY SAFE AND SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE! *EXITS FANNING MYSELF*
I'M GOING INTO HIDING AGAIN)

Sometimes we go slow and steady and sometimes situations demand falling in headfirst- hurtling towards the destination. Life doesn't operate on one speed, it's full of mixed paces.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3