Pairing: Werewolf!Park Jimin x Gender neutral reader

Summary: You're bandits, 'Sweetheart Bandits' to the others, who travel across countries, staying in motels, and then robbing. These days, it is okay for someone to do anything, as long as it isn't life threatening. And today, you're celebrating Jimin's sixteenth birthday, and your twenty sixth birthday.

Warnings: Age gap.

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"Sweetheart bandits and sweet sixteen," you said with a smile, placing the cake on the table.

"And your sweet twenty six," Jimin added.

"We should do something to let the others know that we're like siblings. Not sweethearts," you stated.

"Well, you can't just walk in and casually say that when we're robbing," he said in his monotonous voice like always.

I do not know what the reality is, but I do know you will remain a stranger with yourself (Y/n) and Jimin, if I don't give an introduction.

You both, werewolves- more like rogues, grew up in the same foster home, and then got away eleven years ago when the owner turned abusive.

Jimin was just a newborn when he was abandoned. Being ten years older than the mochi, you held him as a baby, took care of him all the time, practically a ten year old parent when he was just brought to you.

After the traditional 'cut the cake' moments, you and your little mochi sat on the bed, trying to tickle each other.

Tickling, even though it causes laughter, is such a vicious form of torture at the same time.

It was like this: Tickling and learning were much the same thing. When you tickle yourself- ecstasy; but when anyone else tickles you- agony.

You're grateful for hands to tickle with. Not so grateful for that process in reverse, however.

"Jimin!" You almost screamed while laughing as the boy younger than you kept tickling your waist. This was agony.

And when you tried to gab his wrist to stop him from tickling you, the sixteen year old pinned your back to the mattress, gnashers towards your forearm to release his hands from your grip.

Stop *inserts Billie Eilish's voice*.

Your breath caught, but not in fear. You shoved the reaction away just in time as Jimin's fangs broke into your skin.

Warmth rushed up your arm, the blaze filling your body, your mind. His hand on your arm was like a cool oasis.

You searched for his fingers, locking yours around his, letting his body press against yours, and the fire in your body calmed enough that you could still see, still think.

"Chimmie," your voice barely came out. All it took was one bite and you were done.

Jimin raised his head up, staring into your eyes deeply as you flinched when his hands held your waist.

"Stop flinching," he said, lips grazing your nape and you couldn't help but flinch again.

It was like you both were gonna crawl and moan and fight and bite and bark at anything that gets in your way or tries to hunt you down. All right?

The boy on top of you leaned forward until his lips brushed against your earlobe, "I told you to stop flinching."

And then he bit there. A slow, painless nip, but definitely teeth involved.

They say that a comedy of horror starts with a tickle and ends with a bite. And it did.

"I know," Jimin said, kissing your jawline.

"Know what?" You asked while blinking your eyes at the ceiling.

"That we're mates."

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An hour past, Jimin was still lying his weight on top of you, head lying against your chest, no one having words after his confession.

All along, you knew, and thought that maybe he wouldn't want a mate ten years older, and taller than him.

You knew right from the moment you held him as a newborn in your arms, that he was your mate.

Doesn't make sense. Looks like the Moon Goddess needed some entertainment.

"Me no study, me no care, me go marry a millionaire. If he die, me no cry, me go marry another guy," you mumbled randomly and Jimin pulled back a little to look at your face.

"You wouldn't," he said and you chuckled. "Answer me," he said again and you blinked in confusion.

"I want to make sure that the first person I kiss loves me, okay?" Your mate asked while getting off you and sitting on the edge of the bed, a pout visible on his face.

Maybe Jimin would have his first kiss today. Maybe your first kiss too would be in a motel under the wooden ceiling after a birthday celebration, not in a tomb or some dank basement with guards at the door.

"Baby mochi," you called and looked at him like (つ ♥ ͜ʖ ♥)つ as he turned to you.

He laughed and was about to retort when you grabbed his collar and pulled him towards you, clamping your lips around his mouth and smashing your face into his.

Jimin was taken aback, surprised, as you let him hover above you. He didn't have time to get ready. You just kissed him there and then, right on the lips.

It felt lovely. You weren't scared. It was warm and not too wet. And your breath smelled like strawberry Tic Tacs to him.

"I love you," Jimin said, breathing heavily as his lips brushed against yours. "So much."

You smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light, "Not as much as I love you."

"Oh, Namjesus. This is my dream come true- having an 'I love you more' debate. Here, I'll start. I love you more. Your turn," your mate said, flipping as he let you lie on top of him.

You laughed and pecked his lips, "I've taken debate classes. You'd lose to my logic."

A/n

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, including us because we come under the animal kingdom too, we spend a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and...reproduction.-Kelley Armstrong