(Y/N) POV:

His lips are soft and gentle against mine, the plush pressure as he leans in, slowly and carefully kissing me, lips slowly roving over mine, tracing over them, memorising them, kissing me as if I'm fragile and delicate- someone to hide away in the haven of his arms and the safe promise of his lips. His hands gently rub up and down my back, a promise to take care of me, to keep me close- hands that sweep up and down in large strokes, maddeningly tormenting even through the fabric of my clothes. He gently guides my lips open, parting them with his own, a soft breathy exhale as his tongue runs over the parted gap before sliding in slowly, roving over each crevice and corner of my mouth with a feverish, burning intent as he devours me from the inside out- cherishing and relishing in the feeling, of the way his tongue runs deep strokes into my mouth. I can taste the salt of my tears as his hands splay on my back, silently tugging me forward- a small sound of need slipping out when his tongue finally brushes against mine, hot and thick and persuasive as it wounds around mine, silently leads me to move with his, tangling slowly with each other, my hands sliding to rest on his shoulders- holding tightly onto him, feeling as if he's the only thing I can feel, the only presence that's there, the only one that matters in this moment. My fingers fan out, the side of one finger grazing close to his neck and he groans- deep and guttural, kiss becoming more heated and fiery as his tongue now fights for dominance, powerful and overwhelming as he lays claim to my mouth, brands me with his tongue, teeth and lips as his, teeth grazing over my lips, making me ache for him to tug with more pressure, harder, tilting my head down to kiss further into his mouth- feeling the bond between us thrum with energy that crackles, burns through our souls.

I feel drunk on his lips, on his taste, feel as if I could gladly lose myself to this sensation forever, drown in the feeling of him and his touch- both gentle and scorching, claiming and a mixture of a light and tight grip, hand dropping to squeeze my waist possessively.

Then he suddenly stiffens, holding me tighter against him, lips dragging and sliding off mine with a slow lingering discontent as he stares upwards at someone, holding me close.

His eyes flash red, protectiveness seeping quickly into reddening irises. But whoever is close steps away and slowly his eyes morph back into their soft gentle brown.

"The ice cream is here....although you taste far sweeter." He murmurs, dragging his thumb slowly across my bottom lip, lip moulding under his touch- eyes gleaming with a dark red of satisfaction.

His words and stare makes me feel warm and flushed all over, skin prickling with need and I try to move to slide off his lap but the hand still on my back tugs me back.

"Stay. Let me feed you." he says, voice persuasive, eyes gleaming with the blatant answer that he has no intention of letting me move.

So I part my lips waiting, watch as his eyes sparkle and pupils dilate slightly as he brings a spoon of ice-cream to my awaiting mouth, taking his time to slowly feed me, a bright smile spreading across his face when I reach around to feed him too.

----

When we step out of the street, our hands intertwined he sighs deep and sorrowful.

"I don't want to send you back, want you to stay with us." He says, eyes sad and pleading as he looks down at me.

His words stir up a similar longing in me, perhaps enhanced by the strong connection in our bond- those similar feelings of wanting and longing, a deeply rooted desire to return to the place that has become home, a place I could call my nest one day.

I fish out my phone to ring JB oppa, smiling when his warm comforting voice filters through the speaker.

"Chickie...how've you been?" he asks, voice warm, pleasant- that familiarity of comfort seeping through.

"I've been good oppa, I had a favour to ask." I say.

"Name it sweetheart." He says instantly.

"Can you take Gyeomie with you to the nest, I don't want him to spend the night alone. He could do with some pampering too..." I add on, still slightly hesitant to say it clearly into the phone but his answering hum lets me know that he's filled in.

"He's already at the nest, Jackson went over to get him. He was beginning to get a bit fussy, worried still but he's calm now. He wants to—" he says before his voice suddenly vanishes replaced with Gyeomie's familiar tone.

"Mallow, if you need time then it's fine. I trust your mates will look after you, but the very moment you need me- you call me, no questions, no hesitation." He says voice deep with concern, a fretting quality still to it.

"I promise Gyeom-ah, now rest, enjoy time with your mates. I'll see you tomorrow." I say softly, ending the call after saying I love him.

I turn to face Jinnie oppa again.

"Okay, take me home." I say softly.

Watching as his smile spreads wide across his face, dazzling and beautiful, and then the kisses he showers across my face that follow make me giggle and squirm.

"Home it is baby mate." He responds.

(Y/N) POV:

Stepping into the coven home is like coming home to take a deep, hot soak after battling the cold, it's like feeling that breath of fresh air after stepping outside, it reminds me of warm hugs and comfort and automatically a sigh of relief escapes my lips, as if the presence of the home brushes against my senses and sets them all to ease.

The moment the door closes behind me and Jinnie oppa, there's a sudden flurry of activity and the sound of people rushing. 

From several different directions, my mates make their presences known. From the direction of the living room and kitchen beyond it come Yoongi oppa drying his hands on a small towel, an apron tied around his waist smiling gummily at me. Behind him is a barrage of noise as Jungkookie and Hobi come rushing out, controllers in hand laughing brightly before they rush past the slowly moving figure of Yoongi oppa to come towards me. From up the stairs comes Joonie with a bouquet of flowers tied intricately in his hands- bright and vibrant, dimpled smile deepening as he makes his way down, almost stumbling on the last few steps as he quickens his pace. And from the right side, down the hallway come a flushed and mussed looking Jiminie and Tae- clothes slightly askew, hair rumpled and lips looking swollen, eyes a deep red, straightening their clothes as they hurry forward.

"(Y/N)-ah!" Jiminie says just as he nears, Hobi and Jungkookie already having tugged me into a sandwiched embrace as they laugh at the way his expression falls, pressing small kisses to the side of my head before relinquishing me to Jiminie who scoops me close, sighing in content when I reach around to hug him back tightly, smiling against his shoulder.

Behind him Tae is smiling, bright and beatific and suddenly he attacks, moving Jiminie aside before lifting me up into a twirling hug, laughing when I squeal and clutch tightly at his shoulders, eyes sparkling with happiness as he looks up at me. He tilts his head back, leaning up at the same instant that I lean down, hair falling past my shoulders as my lips meet his in a short kiss.

He pouts but allows Joonie to wrap his arms around me in a bearhug, I relax as I breathe in the comforting scent of him mingling with this sort of fresh greenery scent- his ability intertwining with him in a pleasant appealing way.

And finally I reach Yoongi oppa, surprised when he leans down to peck my cheeks and then moves to peck my lips, smiling at the startled look when he leans back, pulling me into a hug- body loosening slightly.

"You're staying the night." He murmurs.

I nod slowly.

Then his smile widens, a bright gummy grin.

"I'm glad to hear that." He replies.

----

Choosing a room to stay in is hard enough. Because when I'd suggested I'd stay in the room they'd chosen and decorated for me, the idea had been shot down with seven unified protests.

"Why should you stay all alone?"

"There's plenty of other rooms to choose from!"

"You could choose any other room, but not alone."

"You're our mate. No mate sleeps alone."

"Jagi~ I make a good cuddle buddy."

All the voices swarming in and overlapping leaves me confused, eyes roving to all of them- wondering just how difficult it'll be to choose.

I resign myself to be seated through an argument, lengthy and passionate from the sounds of it.

But after a few intense rounds of rock-paper-scissors, which I learn that Jungkookie had introduced them to, from which Yoongi oppa emerges the quiet victor- only smiling sweetly at me despite the loud protests his victory brings.

And just when I think it's all over another argument ensues about who's clothes should be given to me to change into, Yoongi oppa immediately disqualified because apparently he can't be the winner of both.

And it's Joonie who sweetly presses a jumper into my arms with a pair of loose trousers and finally everyone splits up to head off to bed- Jinnie oppa and Jiminie heading off together, Tae and Hobi as another and Joonie and Jungkookie as the final pair.

Yoongi oppa leads me over to the bathroom and I slip in to change into the clothes- reaching out to use a soft gentle cleanser on my face and washing up before stepping back out. The jumper falls to mid-thighs, shoulders slightly veering on the possibility of slipping off and drowning me in a swathe of fabric that smells comfortingly of him.

The trousers had been too loose and dangerously low on my hips so I'd folded them again, padding out of the bathroom and into the room with the open door- a silent invitation that I'm about to step through to Yoongi oppa's room.

His room is intrinsically him, speaks of him with the minimalistic furniture choices and comfortable work space he's set off aside for him. His bed is large, inviting and looks extremely comfortable, dotted around with a few plushies. He looks up when I enter, eyes widening- flashing red as he takes in my jumper clad form. I twist the trousers nervously in my hold.

"They were too big." I mumble, setting them down on the table but when I straighten his eyes are still trained intently on me.

He pats the space next to him on the bed, smiling at me.

"That's fine. Just be comfortable." He says and I pad over to slide into the bed that's slightly warm, mattress incredibly comfortable as I sink into it, lying down and wriggling to find a comfortable space- the pillows feeling so soft and gentle under my head.

Yoongi oppa watches me for a few moments before he lies down too facing me, watching, and noting the slight stiffness in my posture.

"Relax. Sleep how you always do." He says, gently and understandingly.

"Gyeomie has a habit of holding me or spooning me, I haven't slept alone much for years." I confess, looking down slightly.

"That's more than fine. You have seven mates- you'll have a hard time to go to bed without at least one of us tagging along." He reassures.

And then surprises me pleasantly when his arms wrap around me, tugging me closer slightly, our knees touching and foreheads tilted close.

"Is this okay?" he asks, voice warm and considerate and oh so gentle.

I wriggle closer a bit more, feeling our legs touch and brush slightly, foreheads now touching.

"Perfect." I whisper.

And it's in that sense of comfort and perfection that my eyes begin to flutter- struggling to fight against the heavy warm weight of rest, the silent presence of my mate lulling me to a deep dreamless sleep.

Soul soothed and finally feeling whole.

(DATE NIGHT IS COMPLETE AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR CUDDLES AND FLUFF AND JUST PLAYFUL BICKERING OVER WHO GETS TO CUDDLE AND DRESS UP BABY MATE! HOW WAS IT? LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS MY LOVES! AND WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT? WE ONLY HAVE KOOKIE LEFT TO GET A KISS FROM HIS ONLY BABY MATE AND OOH IM EXCITED! AHHH! AND YOU CAN BET YOONGI IS SO SO SATISFIED WITH THE FEELING OF HOLDING HIS BABY CLOSE. SO MUCH CUDDLES TO COME AND HER WAKING UP IN THE NEST TOO! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE LOVES!)

Our souls are bright and beautiful and never-ending. There's space for them to constantly grow and become better and stronger. Our souls should lift us up, be filled with positivity. 

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3