Date: October 15th
Time: 7:04pm
Location: Work
Mood: Jimin's soft, squishy cheeks
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Jimin had made a few life decisions over the past couple days.

One: he was going to brutally murder every single spider he ever saw again. How dare they scare his mate. The second he witnessed the one in her house, and seen her in that terrified state, rage had completely overtaken his mind and actions. He couldn't recall it clearly, all he knew was one second he was running to Y/n's rescue, and the next a sick, vindictive pleasure was washing over him as he was squashing it into nonexistence.

All while his wolf sat back and insisted he was doing too much. But Jimin could put two and two together. Her fear of the eight-legged creatures and the circular scar on the back of her hand, which was indicative of a spider bite. At some point in her life, they had hurt his mate. Therefore, they all must die.

Two: Did she hate flowers or was it roses? Either way, all flowers must die.

Seriously doing way too much.

Three: For some reason she remained distant, even when he forcefully inserted himself into her life so that she would have less places to run away from him.

I can't. Imagine. WHY.

So far she'd only said a few words to him. The only reasonable conclusion would be that she was far more bashful than he had originally thought. A part of him wondered if something bad had happened to make her that way, or if she had always been like this. He had to favor the former because that level of shyness wasn't common.

That led him to his next decision. He had to find out what had happened, and murder everyone that was involved in hurting her.

So your solution to making our mate happy is to go on a massacre? Because that would definitely make her more comfortable with us.

He really wasn't feeling his wolf's sarcasm, but he had to admit that he made a good point. For now, he would have to stick to killing spiders.

And roses.

He'd never dated before but he thought he knew what girls liked. Namjoon had suggested all the gift ideas. It was common werewolf practice to not date before finding your mate, so that hyung was the only one who had any experience in this area. Get her cute things and flowers he insisted. She'll love it he insisted. Apparently she hated it, but that turned out to be just as well.

It was the first time she had ever looked him straight in the face and spoke clearly. First 'this bothers me', then 'thank you'. Obviously the rose had bothered her to a great extent and he wasn't going to question why, only destroy whatever it was that brought forth any negative feelings in her.

"You're welcome." he answered back softly, as though this spell might be broken if he were any louder. She smiled in response, just a small, half movement, but he saw it.

A cold wind gust traveling down the alley broke the moment, bringing a shiver to his mate. Jumping to his feet, he rushed to open the door for her. What was he thinking?!? She could get hypothermia out here!

Inwardly, his wolf sighed.

With a ducked head and pink dusted cheeks she rushed inside, uttering a quiet thanks.

An hour later after he'd straightened the shelves and restocked a few items, only a handful of customers had come in. Not for the first time, he wondered how on earth his cousin managed to keep this place open.

Peeking over the row of cup ramens he was tidying up, he caught a sight of his tiny mate behind the counter. Her eyes were staring down at her hand, the same hand he'd finally gotten the opportunity to hold earlier, the corner of her mouth turned into a frown. He observed as she looked it over, as if searching for something specific, before turning it over and giving that side the same treatment. Curiosity overtook his senses when she ceased that action to bring the hand to rest over her heart, the frown on her face fading into a wistful smile.

Never before had he wished to read someone's mind so much.

Y/n was so distracting that he almost didn't notice.

Hold it back. You'll scare her again.

Unwillingly Jimin bit his tongue to hold in the snarl at the recognizable scent. He was loath to admit it, but his wolf was right. Not only would it do him no good, but it would scare Y/n. Gripping onto the shelf for composure, Jimin decided he would do his best to hold it in, even if he was currently seeing fifteen shades of red.

Yoongi's scent.

Not even that faint. With a glance around, it was clear he wasn't here at the moment, but had been, and often. Was his scent all over the store? No, he had to concede after a moment of thought, that it wasn't. It was primarily here, at the back.

He practically lives here.

The metal shelf he'd been holding snapped in half, sending all the cup ramen rolling in different directions, away from the epicenter of his wrath as if they were intentionally escaping him.

What was Yoongi thinking? It wasn't like they hadn't been through this before. When Namjoon had found his mate, despite the fact that they all went to the same school, the rest of them knew not to go near her, or anywhere she frequented until he was able to scent her. Wolves were naturally territorial so it would have been disrespectful, not to mention suicidal, to go against that. His hyung knew as much, which led Jimin to assume he was up to something. Their stare-down the other night should have been more than enough to warn him out of the area.

A great inferno burning in his body, he decided. He was going to find Yoongi, and he was going to sit on him.

"Jimin!"

In all his rage and shelf-breaking he'd somehow forgotten Y/n was around. This was the first time she'd ever said his name and in a second his temper was soothed, a goofy grin settling on his face.

She looked at him like he was crazy. "Jimin!"

Smiling happily he questioned, "yep?"

With another incredulous look, she pointed to his hand, the one that had broken the shelf. Not really caring about much other than the victory of his mate finally calling out to him, he glanced down at his hand.

"OH CRAP!"

The top inner side of his arm had been sliced open, most likely by the jagged metal of the now destroyed shelf. That wasn't even the worst part of it. The worst part was the blood spurting out high in the air in regular bursts, as though someone had turned on a sprinkler.

Needless to say, he completely freaked out.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! WHATDOIDOOHMYGODI'MGONNADIE!!!"

Silently, Y/n pulled her sweater over her head.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU MARSHMALLOW! NOW ISN'T THE TIME TO GET NAKED!!!!"

Completely ignoring him, she coiled the discarded sweater around his wound as tight as it would go. In the back of his mind he could feel the pain, but Jimin didn't wince at the contact because now he could see it. The sweater gone exposed what was underneath. A short sleeved, white tee-shirt, and it was obvious. Y/n had a figure. A nice one.

"Whoa."

One hand on his elbow, she didn't acknowledge his greedy eyes or any nonsensical statements. "Where's your car? I'll drive you to the hospital."

"Huh?" What was she saying? He couldn't tell. Due to the slight dip in the front of her shirt, her collarbone was exposed. From there, up her neck, down her arms and up again, it was the most of her skin he'd ever seen, and it made him feel as if he'd been wandering around, dehydrated in the desert and had finally found an oasis. When his eyes landed on her right earlobe his wolf jumped in excitement.

"Jimin, focus." Y/n stressed, her face and neck burning a deep scarlet at the effort it was taking to openly talk and handle the situation. "You need medical attention. Where is your car?"

"In my coat-" he pointed at the counter without taking his eyes off her ear. "The keys..."

When she ran to find them, Jimin glanced around behind him at the destruction. The shelf wasn't simply broken but the metal was twisted at an odd angle and drenched in blood.

Good Job, Jimin. This will in no way worry or scare our mate at all. You fucking psychopath.

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Edited 7/7/22