When I was ten, and very stupid, I was utterly in love with my dad's Beta Jimin. It was one of those unusual scenarios, but the way this man spoke so soft yet huskily over things like battle plans and food was truly obscene. It helped that he was fucking gorgeous too. His warm chocolate hair that laid in a perfect curvature across his forehead, his eye smile whenever he laughed, and just his laugh was like a cure for any illness I would ever conceive. He was quite a few years older than me, but I was convinced he would be the man I would marry. How foolish right? I remember always finding excuses to hang around him, drawing pictures for him and finding any reason to be in my dad's office just to be around him and have him notice me. We grew close too. Jimin would pick me up and twirl me around in his arms, would always be the one making me feel better when I was upset, and he looked out for me.

 Everything changed after the summer of my twelfth birthday though. My dad was insistent on sending me to a boarding school, miles away from home until I was seventeen. He feared a war would be starting soon and that It would be good for me to be away from any personal distractions and focus on becoming an intelligent, bright-minded female wolf. I was hesitant, a little afraid, I'd never been away from home. I had no say in the matter though and left that Autumn. Packed with a single carrier and backpack, I was shipped on the next train out of town to the South where a century old building was, shielded by trees and away from any form of social life. 

For the next four years I had no contact with anyone but my father on the odd occasion each month. I spent my time studying, training, becoming the perfect female wolf any male would wish to have on their arm. I lived every day on portioned meals and in school skirts which came to my mid-thigh. I attempted to make contact with others from the pack, regularly sending letters and updates of my life, but I never received any in return. I had a few replies back from Jimin but after a while he suddenly stopped. 

After a year I simply gave up on everyone, well, everyone except Jimin and my father. Jimin may have never responded but it gave me some sort of comfort expressing my thoughts to him. I wrote about how board I was at boarding school, how much I wished I was home. I wrote about the many hours a week I would spend studying and preparing for exams. After a while I began to notice my letters were getting more formal, my handwriting neater and I was suddenly no longer that ten or twelve-year-old anymore. I was sixteen and my hair had grown out past my shoulders. My face had matured, my chest was no longer flat, and I was holding my head up higher. That was also the time I gave up on writing to Jimin, I focused on wanting to finish school and then return back home to fulfil my duty as my Alpha father's daughter.My crush on Jimin had faded away, but he was still very much in my thoughts, although I knew I needed to focus on other males now, to find my mate. At any point he could turn up and I couldn't have any loose ends with a stupid crush on my mind for when he was too.

 When I turned seventeen a year later, I had matured even more, my face more framed, body curvier with even more shape and chub, and the appetite for food other than just chocolate. I felt nothing for thinking of going into my final year of school. I was planning on doing as told, passing the exams, staying top of my class and graduating. Needless to say, I was rather shocked when I received a letter on my seventeenth birthday informing me that my father had requested home after all these years. 

"To my darling daughter, the past five years without you has been difficult, but I promised your mother before she passed that I would protect you from danger and raise you to be a woman of generosity, kindness, and independence. Boarding school was the best decision I made for you; I truly believe that. But I am forever growing older and the pack is becoming duller without your lively presence. I am requesting you to be returned home immediately, Alpha's order. There is a school here now in which you can complete your final school year and hang with your old friends. I look forward to seeing what a wonderful woman you have become. See you soon, Father first, but foremost, Alpha Namjoon Kim" I wasn't sure how to feel.

I had thought I was homesick all this time, but now I wasn't so sure I was looking forward to going home. Could I even call it home anymore? Staring at myself blankly in the mirror I reminisce nothing from that place known as home. My eyes were so lifeless, that spark that had existed before having long died out from the endless nights of lost sleep and lack of interaction with others. There is a silence to my soul, to my body and heart. I feel the chill in my blood and the worn-out smile on my face harden into a straight line like it had been for years now. Despite it though, I still pack my belongings like I'm told to and book a ticket for the train, brushing away the collected dust on top of my five-year-old carrier and backpack and neatly folding the few items of clothing I owned into it.

 It takes me no more than five minutes to be completely packed and ready to leave. It just reminds me of how little I have, how little I am. Five years and I'd collected a few measly items of new clothing and books that once before in time I had no interest in reading. I had no one to say goodbye to, and I almost wanted to write down exactly what I felt. I'd planned on it, but somehow the paper had stayed empty, and I could have not described my goodbye any better.

 It'd reached late evening by the time I reached the train platform. Of course, the train was late leaving me shivering on the platform in a numbing quietness. The only sight there was, was a teenage boy the other side of the platform. He wore a scarf around his neck which he had his head buried into and his hands buried deep within his long coat pockets. He'd looked up and given me a glance only to look away with no interest. Could you blame him though? I was dressed in a palette of plainness. A feminine white blouse tucked into a short black pleated skirt which was topped off with my double-breasted coat. My hair was half up half down, a black ribbon knotted at the back keeping it looking neat and presentable. Pair that with my rugged suitcase and heels and I was looking like the epitome of a middle classed rich girl who'd been sent off to boarding school back in the nineteenth century.

 I couldn't help but look at the boy across from me, no doubt the same age as me, but looking like he came from an entirely different world as to the one I was from. He looked like a Jack or Tyler type, with his long, shaggy hair that hadn't been cut in a few weeks and a padded jacket that looked a couple years old. I pick at my own hair, remembering how short it used to be once upon a time, meanwhile a rogue page of yesterday's newspaper chases the wind at my feet as I get lost in my own mind. It seemed so far away now, when my hair was just reaching the tip of my shoulders, the ends loosely curled. I smiled then, remembering the time I was sat on Jimin's lap, drawing up some childish drawing of a prince as he wrapped his finger into my hair and felt it between his fingers. 

The raucous, metallic shriek of the arriving train quickly drew my attention back to reality though, the train having finally arrived almost a half an hour later than it should have. The doors then temporarily open and I quickly step inside, glancing around at the empty carriage seats before taking my spot directly in the middle. The doors then close up again and the sound of metal scrapes against the tracks. The carriage rattles, the sound of the steam piping its way through the air vents somehow and all I can smell is smoke and the old timely smell of the worn-out leather seats I was sat in. The ride would be a few hours long, but I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. Instead I stared outside the window and watched as the sky darkened. I had once loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds in the sky that drifted with so much ease. I had always loved the way the leaves moved in the breeze and the gentle rustling sound it would cause. Yet the worn out dull me that begun after I had left home remains like a veil over my skin, grey and cold. 

As I watch the branches sway and petals fall from outside the window, there is only a creeping sorrow that fills inside of me. It sits like it's a freezing December morning or an abrupt harsh rain during summer against my skin, enough to drown me once and then all over again. Any other person would call a friend, ask for some warmth or try to find the joy needed to ward it off. I just let it come though, drop by drop, staying comfortably numb and letting the world pass by until I reach home. It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes, and that was evident as I arrived at my destination and stood against my father's pack grounds. 

Everything still looked the same. The pathway still cracked and dented, the trees still overgrown and bushes crammed with branches. It even smells the same. That aged smell of concrete and exhausted air. Despite how long I had been away I still remember every detail of the place as if I'd never even left. The yellow daffodils planted in various patches in the grass and the paint on the fences that had now worn away from lack of upkeeping. That's when I realise that what's changed is me, and how strange to see everything with a new set of eyes and thoughts really was...different. I wonder how different I had become. How was I going to feel seeing everyone after such a long time? Would they have changed to, to the point where the change was now the normal and there was in fact no change at all.

 I walked up to the pack door, dragging my luggage behind me. I raised my hand to knock, but I stopped, taking a deep breath and taking a minute to take in some of the surrounding air. Then, I lifted my hand back up and knocked gently at the door, the sound of feet rustling inside. Then it opened slowly...

Jimin's POV

"Jimin, I found the necklace by the way" Namjoon uttered to me from his desk, holding it up in one hand whilst glancing down at the pile of papers on his desk.

 I looked up in shock, stepping over and carefully taking it out of his hand.

 "Thanks, I was beginning to get worried I'd completely lost it this time" I laughed, looking down at the emerald pearl enclosed in moon rock and metal. 

Namjoon settled his papers into a pile and looked up at me with a smile. 

"Me too, you're always losing that thing" He joked, watching as I walked back to my desk and placed it into one of my drawers.

 "My mum lost it all the time too. I remember when she'd dropped it in the park and we spent-" I began reminiscing before Namjoon cut me off.

 "Fourteen hours searching for it" He stressed, growling a little at the memory of it. 

"Yes" I agreed, nodding silently before looking over at him. 

Namjoon was anxious. It was as clear as day, the biting of his lips, the constant fiddling with anything he could get his hand upon and his foot tapping repeatedly against the wooden floorboards. He was in a sort of quaky panic, unsure of his surroundings and attempting to distract himself.

 "You're worried about something, I can tell" I pointed out to him. He stilled and looked up at me, his eyes showing no sign of honesty of whatever lie he was about to tell me. 

I'd been his Beta for years, so I knew, I just did. This time he didn't lie though, he moved around his desk and sat on the edge, rustling his hair and nodding at me.

 "I sent for Y/N" He stated simply, sighing calmly. I momentarily had no words to say.

 I stared at him, my heart thudding a little more than before.

 "She's coming home. Like really coming back, for good?" I spoke nervously, gulping as I thought back to her and her face.

 It had been so long, but I remember her as if I had only seen her yesterday. Her short-bobbed hair, her bright round eyes and chubby cheeks. She was too cute to handle, a little short-tempered but her ethereal beauty made up for it. She was just a child back then, but I remember the connection I had with her, the way she calmed me down and spoke to me with such ease. No one thought anything of our relationship, she was the Alpha's daughter, I was the Beta, it made sense to be around her. Besides, children always tend to become attached to people they spend a lot of time around, and that girl had a crush me bigger than the sun. I couldn't fulfil her wish though, she was like ten which is in every way just wrong and she had her entire life ahead of her. I definitely teased her though, acted like a prince for her and read her children's love stories at night-time. 

What did I feel for her? 

I wasn't sure completely. I guess protective, that's all I really felt back then, that's all I could feel.

 When she'd left for boarding school it was bittersweet. It was the best thing for her, but a part of me felt like her being gone was a burden, like there was a hole in my chest. I was used to that feeling though, I hadn't had a mate and so didn't think much of the feelings I was feeling as anything but normal. That was until Y/N started sending me letters from boarding school. A first I found it endearing, like some sort of relief to know how she was doing. I read her two-page letters as if they were novels, reading every word and stringing every sentence across my tongue like I was sucking on boiled candy sweets. I wrote back to begin with. I told her how the pack was doing, how it felt duller without her around. I told her about how her father was really doing, knowing he would never be truly honest with her when he was struggling. 

Over time, as the years grew and we both matured, I was beginning to grow more and more attached, her letters becoming an ever-growing desire and need more than an appreciative gift. Her words rocked my mind and I realised I had grown a forbidden love for the Alpha's daughter. She was still so young though, too young, and the thoughts I was having of us growing together were like a poison dart being injected into me every night. I was her father's Beta and so many years older than her. In our world emotions this strong are to be considered suspicious and at the time I had more priorities to think about than the want of my heart and wolf. I needed to stop.

 It was wrong, so wrong.

 Something must not be right, there must be some sort of miscommunication. So, although I wanted to write back, to feel a stronger bond or figure out why I was so attached to her, I stepped back and chose not to. I denied all possible thoughts I had and built up a solid wall in my mind to block her out and burned her letters whenever they arrived. When I eventually stopped receiving any I was angry, somehow feeling incomplete, but at least I was convinced enough that we meant nothing to each other anymore. As conflicted as my heart still was, I could try and move on.

 I'd be lying If I said I had gotten any better in ignoring her in my mind. Some nights I could have sworn I saw her in my dreams, her hair much longer, her chest riper and any childlike features of her gone apart from the chub in her cheeks. Knowing she was now coming home reignited everything within me though, only this time with more force and fury. I couldn't stop picturing what she could now possibly look like. What would she be like? Does she still draw? How was she doing in school? Did she find a mate? No! No, she couldn't have. Something inside me created an unsettling feeling at the thought, she didn't belong with anyone else apart from- 

"Jimin!" Namjoon suddenly called loudly, bringing my head back up as I snapped up at him. 

"I've been saying your name for like the past four minutes, are you alright?" He asked me, frowning as I noticed my chest rising and falling heavily. 

I shook my head, brushing my hand through my hair and swallowing loudly. 

"Sorry, I just got caught up in my head" I said shuffling my feet around, suddenly deciding I needed some air and walking around my desk to pick up my coat.

 "Do you want to talk about it?" Namjoon questioned, frowning whilst watching me.

 I shook my head, pushing my arms through the holes in my jacket hastily. I patted it down and focused on myself. The sound of Namjoon's office phone then buzzing as I temporarily stood rooted to the ground.

 "Alpha, Miss Y/N has just arrived, I'm sending her up now" One of the female wolves stated, Namjoon suddenly standing up and patting down his shirt.

 I couldn't move, just stared at the ground, listening as the sound of footsteps padded up the stairs at the same rate my heart was beating. Then I turned slowly towards the direction of the door, an aroma so intoxicating hitting me in the face like I'd just been slapped. Usually this place smelt like old wood, but this smell was entirely different. It was her. I knew it was. She consisted of freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day mixed in with fresh-scented pine nuts and honey. I knew if she was to walk through that door my wolf was going to speak those four letters to form that one word, I had been trying to deny almost her entire existence. I could tell by the way my body was suddenly tensing it was going to happen, let alone the restraint I was putting myself under to not already be tearing that door down. Then the door opened and Namjoon stood in the way, blocking her from my view and hugging her tightly. 

"I missed you so much" He told her, basking in the scent of her and checking her over in a fatherly way.

 I felt frustrated, eagerly peering to the side slightly to try and get even the slightest glance at her. 

Could she not sense me? Was I wrong about this after all? 

"Guess who else is here" Namjoon then said, stepping aside and directing towards me.

 She then looked up, her eyes matching to meet mine and widening slightly.

 *Mate* The voice in my head said. 

She seemed surprised at first, but her expression then turned blank, a crease forming in my forehead. The traces of the girl Y/N used to be lingered slightly in her cheeks but the rest of her was now all woman. Another year and she would fill out her curves fully, but already she had shape to her chest and looked exactly as I had imagined her in my dreams. Her hair now fell gracefully down her back in tousled loose curls. She had the aesthetic of a young woman now too, the heeled shoes, the light dash of makeup, the slightly shorter skirt. Yet something wasn't right about her. The young woman now in front of me held herself up like she was being forced or restrained there. On her lips now lay a crimson rose coloured lipstick and bronzer to try and sculpt away the squish in her cheeks. She was wearing the palette of a paper bag, although classy it looked almost like she'd stepped out of a nineteenth century novella of students being sent to the countryside during the war. Looking more intently I noticed her lengthier hair was curled tighter, not naturally though, more like she'd used a curling wand. When she caught my eye once more, she didn't smile shyly like I expected her too, she didn't say hi like I thought she might. Instead she looked away as If she had seen nothing, a reaction I didn't think I'd deserved.

 "If you don't' mind father, I'd like to go unpack now" She then stated in a simple tone before quickly shuffling herself out of the room. 

"That was odd" Namjoon just said turning back and looking at me. 

He was suspicious. 

"It was a long journey, I'm sure she'll be more talkative after a night's rest" I quickly said stepping in, Namjoon nodding his head in agreement.

 "Yes, yes you're probably right" He uttered walking over to his chair and sitting back down. 

At this point I couldn't focus on anything other than seeing Y/N. We needed to talk, I needed to know whether she understood what was going on and if she did then why is she being so cold about it.

 "I think I'm going to head to bed" I said giving a fake yawn, rolling my shoulder back.

 Namjoon didn't think anything of it, just waved his hand at me in dismissal before putting on his glasses and getting back to his work. Now, let's go deal with Y/N I thought.

Y/N's POV

I can' breathe. My heart is racing, my forehead is sweating, and I can't fucking breathe! Just why, why him!? For years I'd been crushing over this guy and it turns out he was my mate!? Did he know I was!? God I was so confused. I'd thrown my bags into the corner of my room and couldn't even take a minute to admire the new décor. I was pacing around like a mad man, running my fingers through my hair, ruining the neat curls I had put in this morning. I felt like my head was going to explode. It didn't help that over the years he had grown so much more handsome. His hair was now a burnt orange colour and he looked so much more muscular than before. Over the years he had grown older too, now in his mid-twenties and it showed visibly. He looked manlier in his features, his jawline sharper, his aura much calmer and dominating. He was all man except for the baby pout he still had. His lips were always my favourite part about him. I remember always poking them when I was younger, he didn't like it much though and always stopped me from doing it. 

What if he didn't like it now? What if my mate doesn't want to kiss me? 

I had all these thoughts going around in my head and I was beginning to panic.

 I was breathing heavily, and my eyesight was going white as I began to feel a little lightheaded. I sat down on the edge of my bed and began taking deep breaths, holding onto my chest as I tried my best to relax. 

"Y/N" I then heard, the sound of Jimin's deep voice echoing through the bedroom.

 Almost instantaneously I stood up, turning and facing him. Nothing was said for the first few moments, we were taking in each other's appearance, Jimin's mouth opening up but no words coming out. 

"D-did you know?" I asked quickly, looking down before looking back up at him.

 "I...I had some suspicion, but I didn't think it was true" He replied, my head going back down again.

 So, he sorts of had an idea but decided he didn't want me? "Oh" I just said, my heart beating faster now, at the same time slowly beginning to weigh my chest down. 

"I don't mean anything bad by that, you were just so young at the time, I didn't know what to think" He said attempting to give a little reassurance, but it is failing miserably.

 I just nodded once more, awkwardly pushing my hair away from my shoulder not knowing what to say. 

"Are you not happy?" Jimin then abruptly asked, my head snapping back up.

 I frowned as I looked at him. 

Happy? 

The guy I'd basically been in love with since I was twelve turning out to be my mate, of course I was! That didn't change the shock of it though, and I had so many questions and thoughts running in my mind I didn't have a moment to feel happy about all of this. 

"I thought you would have wanted this" He then said, frowning and shaking his head in disbelief.

 He tore his fingers through his hair, he was confused, and I think he was shocked in some ways about this too. 

"I want-" I said before stopping, shaking my own head. 

Oh please, he knew what I wanted. The guy wasn't stupid he knew I had a crush on him since like forever.

 "I think the question should be what do you want?" I fired back, having to then turn my head to try and calm down.

 My heart was still beating hard and it was beginning to hurt my chest. I was pre-occupied in my own mind that I didn't even hear Jimin walking over, stopping besides me and reaching for my hand. 

"You, I want you, us, this, my mate" He said as I jolted slightly from the sparks now erupting in my hand and up and along my arm.

 He noticed but that only gave him the incentive to hold my hand even more, locking our fingers together. I turned and looked down to our locked hand, then looking back up to him. 

"You've always had me" I said still in defence mode. 

Jimin just looked at me, unsure of what to say next.

 "You know what I want" I began to say answering his same question from earlier, my head beginning to hurt a little. 

"For once I want you to want me, to not push me away like you always did before-" I said beginning to go on a mental rant, Jimin trying to get a word in but not managing to.

 I know I was young back then but show me some sort of affection or try and calm my heart down. 

"I spent so long wanting to be with you and not understanding it and then I'm shipped off like I'm some sort of cattle and then you don't write me back?" I questioned, my heart pounding, my breathing hardening. 

All the memories of the past were rushing inside my head, reminding me of all the nights I had cried over him form never getting a letter back. 

"Y/N calm down" Jimin said to me, his grip tightening on my hand as I began to squirm a little, my heart continuing to pulse and my body tense. 

"I wrote so many times and you didn't answer me back, I thought you hated me" I said getting louder, Jimin attempting to reach out for my other hand but it was too busy flailing around like a fish out of water. 

"Y/N" Jimin tried again, attempting to get my attention but failing.

 "I spent years waiting and crying and I got no communication from the guy who I thought cared about me, the guy who was supposed to care, the guy I was in love with-" I began to yell before I was cut off.

 He kissed me, without warning, without permission. There was no deciding to do it, it was just there was nothing else he could do. He needed me to shut up and I needed myself to shut up. He kissed me quickly, firmly, and long enough to last a few moments. 

"I do love you" He said, his dark brown eyes staring down at me, his hands cupping my face and our lips only a few inches apart.

 I was still shocked from the kiss, but now, hearing the words I had always wanted to hear was even more so shocking. It felt like the entire five or, so years had finally all come crashing down on me and giving me what I had craved, and I didn't know what to do with it. 

"I don't care if your seventeen, or you don't feel the same anymore, I'll do anything I can to make you love me the same again, even more so if I can" He uttered in a soft whisper, my eyes starting to tear up from the overspill of emotions crashing down.

 My breath caught inside my throat; I'll do anything I can.... even more so...I said repeating the words inside my head.

 "I've waited what feels like a lifetime for this, all I want it you Y/N, I love you" He said speaking with sincerity, his thumbs caressing my cheeks and wiping away the few falling tears from underneath my eyes.

 I didn't know what to say but looking at his lips all I wanted was to feel them on mine once more. I wanted him to prove it, to kiss me with the same sincerity that his words were. 

"Kiss me" I said to him, his eyebrows furrowing. 

"What?" He asked, as if to be sure he heard correctly.

 "Kiss me, kiss me like you love me" I said almost desperately, my hands reaching and gripping the jacket on his arms.

 "I can't" He then says, the pain piercing straight through my heart. 

I then try and move away but he holds me there, pulling me closer.

 "I already do" He then says before pressing his lips to mine. 

Soft and slow he kissed me, tasting like November, like hot chocolate on stormy evenings and crisp autumn air. As cheesy as it sounds, it's just like the movies. For that single moment time stops. The kiss obliterated every thought and for the first time in forever my mind was locked into the present. The worries of what had happened in the past and five minutes ago having evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. He then pulls away, letting me take a deep breath and examine my reaction. He was worried, and for a split second he thought I would still be upset or angry with him. Then I began to laugh, not for long, just quietly, a smile reaching my face, something I hadn't done in what felt like forever. 

"Is that a good laugh?" He asked, laughing for a second too but also serious. 

I wanted to say yes, or nod, but instead I could only say what was in my mind. 

"I love you too" I spoke, my hands squeezing his jacket tighter, biting my lip to stop the even bigger smile from breaking free. 

Jimin sighed, finally letting his hands drop from my face and settle at my waist, pressing his forehead onto mine.

 "Thank god for that" He then mumbled, taking a deep breath before pulling back.

 I already knew what he was going to say, Y/N what the hell happened to you? Why are you dressed like an olden-day, middle-aged woman? Why did you do that to your hair? He always liked how it used to be, I could see it when he first looked at me earlier. He wasn't sure about my new look. I only did it though because I wanted to defy my old life, I thought changing everything would make me feel better about being away from home and not hearing from him.

 "I only did it-" I tried to begin to explain to him before he cut me off, shaking his head.

 "You don't owe me an explanation" He just said to me, smiling yet reaching to try and brush the curls out of my hair with his fingers. 

I just laughed, letting him do it giving me an excuse to lean forwards and rest my head on his shoulder. 

"I was wondering how long it would take" The sound of my father's voice then said from the doorway. 

Me and Jimin instantly turned to him, me lifting up my head and Jimin tightening his hold on my waist. 

"You knew?" Jimin questioned, worry in his voice.

 My father just nodded, waving his hands up as if to brush the entire situation off.

 "I'm her father, of course I knew" He said frowning, rolling his eyes as if we were both stupid. 

"Listen, I'm fine with it, I've had plenty of time to accept it, but until my daughter turns eighteen, hands off" He snapped, Jimin quickly removing his hands from my waist I just tried not to laugh, knowing my dad was in some ways joking to try and scare him yet at the same time was very much serious. 

"Understood" Jimin said quickly, my father giving me and then him a nod before leaving the room. 

Once he was gone, I didn't hesitate in moving his hands back to my waist, reaching up and kissing him. He didn't hold back either, kissing me back before pulling back to take a deep breath of air. 

"How long until you're eighteen?" He then asked me, making us both laughs.

3 months later...

"Stop" I say laughing, trying to push Jimin away who was on top off me attempting to try and bite me. 

He laughs too and manages to bite my finger, me quickly stealing it back. 

"I can't help it, you taste good" He said, smiling as he leans in, pressing kisses along my jawline. 

Since me and Jimin had accepted each other things had been going good, hell, they were going better than good, they were great! Jimin was super sweet and treated me like a princess the entire time. We'd kept to my father's rules too...kind off...well, not really. Me and Jimin had been secretly making out in various locations around the pack but what my father doesn't know won't kill him...or Jimin. We hadn't gone the full way though, simply because Jimin wanted to respect my father in some ways and wait until I was eighteen. I had wanted to go the full way, but I wanted to respect Jimin so never pushed for it. 

"Why do you smell so good?" Jimin suddenly asked, pulling head out from my neck and looking at me suspiciously. 

"I may be using your bodywash" I said biting my lip, giving him an innocent look as he rolled his eyes at me.

 I'd been staying in Jimin's room the past few nights after practically begging my father for permission. Every other night I had to sneak in and even then Jimin would wait until I fell asleep in his arms and then return me back to my own room. It all had begun to get on my nerves a little bit, but thankfully I wouldn't have to worry about it for much longer. 

 "I thought someone had been" he said, rolling over onto his back. I frowned for a moment, looking at him as he leant a hand behind his head. 

"You thought? Well who else did you thought off" I mocked, now seemingly a little mad. 

Jimin raised his eyebrows up at me and tilted his head. 

"You're the only girl I will ever think off" He reassured, reaching up and pinching my cheeks.

 I smiled but pushed his hands away, not liking it when he treated me too much like a child, we were past that stage now. For the next few minutes Jimin stayed laying down, one hand across his stomach, the other still behind his head as he laid with his eyes closed attempting to get some rest. Meanwhile I kept my eyes locked on the alarm clock on his bedside table, seeing it near midnight and more importantly, my birthday. I don't mean to seem so desperate but tonight would be the night I could not only finally stay asleep in Jimin's room, but I could finally complete the mating process with him. I'd been wanting to for a while now, wanting to finally bare his mark and be able to officially be his. I didn't hesitate either, the second the clock showed one-minute past midnight I was shuffling to the bathroom, changing into some sexy attire and rushing back to the bed. I had my legs either side of Jimin, wearing my underwear and a robe and I was expecting his attention. 

"Can I help you?" He simply said to me, not even bothering to open his eyes up. I rolled my eyes and hit his chest, wanting him to give me attention. 

He didn't react still though, a smirk on his face as he refused to open up his eyes. 

"Fine, guess I'll just go back to my own room then" I said getting up from the bed and attempting to storm out. 

Almost instantaneously I felt Jimin's grip on my arm, pulling me back until I fell back onto his bed. 

"Not dressed like that you're not" He said now back on top of me, his hand slapping my ass from under my robe, not enough to hurt, just leave a teasing sting. 

I laughed, finally having his attention, his eyes looking down at me.

 "I'm not sure your father would approve" He then joked, pretending to scold me.

"I'm eighteen now, I only care what you're going to think" I said teasingly, reaching my hands up and around his neck.

 He liked that response, lowering his head to my neck and nibbling on the edge of my ear. 

"Well In that case, I think you look very fucking hot" He growled lowly. 

I let out a sigh of relief, finally being seen as hot instead of cute like he'd been calling me for months. He pulled me closer to him, breathing deeply as he finally pressed our lips together in a passionate kiss. Our lips quickly found a rhythm, tongues dancing together as we kissed. My hands were on his chest, feeling through the material of his t-shirt, feeling his heart beating, pounding against his chest. He deepened the kiss, pushing me harder to him. The hand that was on my waist slowly began to reach further up, opening up my robe and pushing the fabric away to reveal more of my skin. His touch on my bare skin after so long made me moan quietly, him smirking as he kept kissing me. I had missed him touching me, kissing me, holding me. It had been a week or so since we had last properly just been with each other, there always seeming to be someone in the way and since I wasn't eighteen everyone seemed to be keeping an eye out. Late at night while he was gone, I'd often lie in bed, thinking of him, wondering what he was doing right at that moment. Wondering if he thought about touching me in the same way I thought about touching him. 

"Wait, one second" Jimin suddenly said pulling away for a moment to glance around the room. 

He reached for a remote on the side and clicked a button which made the room glow with a soft light. I just gave him a look, his sheepish grin too cute to ignore. 

"It's not rose petals or anything but... I wanted to make it at least a little special." He said half embarrassed.

 "It's sweet" I said, pressing my lips to his again. 

Jimin immediately began stripping his shirt off this time, quickly then tugging at my robe before lifting my arms so he could pull off my bra. Me and Jimin may have seen each other naked before...and I may have already sucked his dick and he had played with my boobs, but he never really saw me fully nude. One thing for sure though, I definitely didn't feel as insecure as I felt like I would have in another situation. I let him pull of my panties as my own hands reached to unbuckle his jeans. I couldn't though, so he stood up, kicking them off, his boxers going off next. He grinned at me from the edge of the bed, the heat starting to rise in both of us. 

"You are so perfect" He said to me, looking down and admiring my body fully on display just for him.

 I smiled and reached my hand out, beginning to feel myself get a little nervous and wanting to be covered more. He grabbed it, intertwining his fingers as he climbed back over me, kissing me softly and making me feel better. His other hand trailed down my side lightly, his fingers starting to play between my folds before one finger sunk into my already wet core. 

"This okay?" He breathed softly. I nodded, arching into his touch and reaching down to wrap my hand around his length that was pulsing.

 "It feels good" I said, beginning to stroke his length.

 "So, does that" He replied back to me, helping me out by whispering all the things he wanted to do to me.

 It was quiet after that, a lot of kissing and sucking sounds coming from out mouths as we kissed heavily. Jimin had also added another finger at some point, which made me tense up a little bit, but he managed to distract me by kissing up and down my neck, nibbling at that one spot he would soon mark with his teeth. After several minutes of slow teasing, he pulled away from me. He sat up, reaching under his pillow for a condom he had clearly put under there, expecting this to happen tonight and slipping it on himself. He the braced himself above me, holding onto me as he began entering me slowly. I squeezed my eyes for a moment, then opened them and let him watch my reactions. It felt weird and a little uncomfortable at first. 

"Doing okay?" He whispered. 

"Yeah, I'm just fully realising that I have a dick inside of me" I said making him laugh.

 "This is meant to be intimate, don't ruin the moment." He said still laughing.

 He started to slowly thrust in and out after that, letting me get used to him before speeding up just a little bit. He had gotten me off before by just rubbing my clit, so he reached down with one hand to do that too to try and ease me up a little more. I didn't think you I was going to be ready to come this quick, but I was already so close. The whole experience was so emotional and erotic that I was already starting to feel all these new feelings inside of my stomach. Of course, I'd cum before because of Jimin but having him inside of me and releasing was a completely different feeling. I began to feel my stomach tighten, my eyes cloud over and I grabbed his arm in a panic. 

"Jimin" I said squeezing his arm tightly, the sound of his name coming out in a panicked moan. 

"I know, it's okay, just relax baby" He whispered, his words alone now enough to make me moan, nothing too pornographic or anything, but enough to egg him on.

 It then crashed into me all at once, the realization of what was going on. Jimin kissed me through it all though, leaning down as he felt us both close to release. He pushed my head gently to one side, baring his teeth out before sinking his teeth into my neck, both our orgasms rushing through at the same moment. After it had happened, I couldn't move, my body in complete shutdown mode as it adapted to the changes. Jimin didn't move either for a while, just held onto me and kissed my neck until he felt me begin to squirm. 

"You alright?" He asked, slipping out from me and pulling off the condom.

 I nodded and slowly managed to lift myself up, reaching for a blanket and wrapping myself up in it. Jimin had slipped his boxers back on and then some sweatpants before sitting back besides me and lifting me onto his lap. 

"You'll feel better in the morning, you just need to sleep it off" He whispered, holding onto me and stroking my head gently.

 I nodded and just let him rock me slightly.

 "It wasn't bad, was it?" I then asked, knowing first times weren't great anyway, or at least not hot and steamy like how I had imagined. 

Jimin just laughed though, shaking his head. 

"It's our first time and I had to mark you; we'll have plenty of better experiences, but for the record no, you have no fucking idea how good it felt to finally be inside of you" He said, attempting to try and not sound to lustful considering I was barely able to walk right now. 

I just laughed once more, sinking into him before finally managing to fall asleep and stay the night with him finally...