Warning: attempted non con/rape, some cussing, little bit of violence
If you want to skip the non con, scroll down to the three * * *
“Kim Namjoon! You and your…. stupid… long… LEGS,” you huffed at the boy who was hiking on the trail a significant distance ahead of you. You were tired, your calves felt like they were on fire, your back was starting to ache, and you knew that if you didn’t get out of the sun, you’d have a face as red as a tomato when school started back up again. And bringing attention to yourself in your 3rd year of high school was not something you wanted. Especially when you had spent most of your 2nd year trying and succeeding in making yourself invisible.
This was supposed to be fun. In fact, if you remembered correctly Namjoon’s exact words were “Come on, let’s go for a hike. It’ll be fun!” But this was not fun, it stopped being fun at least a mile back and you were hot and sweaty and felt icky. As you walked the trail a little bit more you saw an overhang of rocks that made a make-shift shallow cave and you quickly perched yourself under it, thankful to get the sun rays off your face.
“What are you doin’ slow-poke?” Namjoon said as his head dropped into your sight. He was laying on top of the overhang which made his currently green hair fall due to gravity. Why your friend had an obsession with weird colored hair you would never know, but even though he was the son of your dad’s friend, he was in one of the socially higher ranked families in the pack; so he could afford it and his parents pretty much let him do what he wanted.
“Resting ‘Mr. Long Legs’,” you giggled as you slid down on your butt. “If that’s ok with you, your highness.”
“Fine,” he sighed. He jumped down from the rock and stumbled as he hit the ground causing you to burst out laughing.
Namjoon had always tried to seem impressive but truthfully he was just a klutz. Since meeting him, you were always afraid he would break something (or someone else to be more precise) but lately his clumsiness was kept just to himself. After wiggling around to keep from falling face first on the forest floor, he looked up and strode over to you and it was moments like these where you wondered which side was the real Namjoon. The Namjoon that changed his hair color more than he changed clothes or the Namjoon that strode up to you with this dark look in his eye like you were some sort of prey he was ready to hunt and kill.
“Joonie stop looking at me like that, you know it freaks me out,” you said as you stood up and retreated backwards to fall against the wall of the cave. He didn’t listen to your plea as he rushed forward and pinned you against the wall. “Get off! Are you out of your mind?!”
“You’re birthday is in less than a month,” he said as he brought his hand to your face. You suddenly felt his other hand graze your hips and move past your butt down to your thigh.
“Watch where you’re putting your hands Kim Namjoon,” you warned as you tried to move his hand. He did move it only to grab both of your hands in one of his own and slam them above your head. You stared at him incredulously. You usually knew what he was up to but he was acting weird now, almost as if he was possessed or something.
“Everyone thinks you’re going to be an alpha,” he mumbled as he looked down at you. He always had a height advantage over you but now it made him seem like a giant and you felt like an ant. “But everyone thinks I’m going to be an alpha too, so I’ve been thinking,” he smirked as he put his free hand back down to your thigh. “I’ve heard that people are expected to be one status but they get claimed and they change.”
“What are you talking about?! Get the FUCK OFF!” You screamed as you tied to pry your hands out of his grasp but it was no use.
“Mating, Miyeon. That’s what I’m talking about. God, I’ve always wondered what mating you would feel like,” he said as he ran his nose down the side of your neck and grazed his teeth on your shoulder.
“I don’t like you like that, so forget it,” you grunted. You thought about bringing your knee up to kick him in the groin but he pressed his hips between your legs before you could follow through with your decision.
“It doesn’t matter if you do or not,” he whispered as he licked his lips. “It’s not like you’re in a position to argue with me. Mating is mating. Whether a person is forced or accepts their fate.” You felt the wind get knocked out of you when he suddenly grabbed your neck with the hand holding your wrists and ripped your shirt in half with the other single handedly.
“Stop… I don’t love you… You can’t do this… it’s against our law…” the words you spoke were barely whispers due to the pressure on your throat.
“Who cares about law when I have force? Besides they can’t kill me. You’d be in danger if they did~,” he sneered. He licked from your ear down to the bottom of your neck and you could feel his teeth glide over the area where you had dreamed someone you loved with all of your heart would one day bite.
You could feel yourself trembling and his hand started to caress the inside of your thighs. When you felt his teeth graze the area you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breath to scream again, however it only came out as a sob. You whimpered when all of the sudden you felt nothing. No teeth, no disgusting touches, nothing. What you did hear though was a growl the sound of swift air moving and specifically the sound of an impact and bones cracking.
“Namjoon, don’t threaten her,” Seokjin warned.
Snapped out of your memories that had rushed in without you noticing, you heard Namjoon growl and saw his eyes were turning red.
“Move Jin, just let me get a couple of good scratches in!” Namjoon grunted as he jumped up and tried to pounce you, but in a split second he was back on the ground with Seokjin’s hand on his chest.
Just try it, you mouthed. Your voice was still unable to make sound except for yelps, whines, and currently, a low growl that was coming from deep in your throat. We’ll see how long you can last before you tap out, pansy.
I’m a lot stronger than I was before, don’t even think you’ll be able to take advantage of me again, you thought.
“You will not do that again, do you understand me Kim Namjoon?!” Jin growled. There was an aura coming out of Seokjin that was truly terrifying. And the murderous stare eerily reminded you of the way Kang looked at you the day of your ‘status-ing’.
“I don’t know why she hit you Namjoon,” the previously cheerful man was now cautiously pulling Seokjin’s hand off of the man that haunted your nightmares since you were 16. “But I’m 3,000 percent sure it was entirely your fault.”
Seokjin leaned up and turned to look at you with warning in his eyes, which quickly softened when he glanced at your face. “You got your punch in, so no more,” he ordered, though the tone in which he had said it sounded like a request more than an order.
You nodded your head in compliance as you calmed yourself down. You had always thought that if you ever saw Namjoon again, you would definitely kill him, but seeing him with a bloody nose made you extremely content and you knew that you didn’t need any more punches.
“Yoongi, I’m fine,” Namjoon said as the sleepy looking man set him down on stump near the fire. “But dang, her punches are just like her brothers. Guess she turned out to be an alpha after all, though everyone knew it.”
You turned to glare at him when you felt a throbbing in the hand you had punched him with. As you clutched your wrist with the other hand, you looked down to see that all of your wounds had busted open and there were fresh wounds on your knuckles. You fell to your knees and huffed in and out to try and keep yourself from fainting at the blood that was now coming from your wound. Breathe, just breathe. Keep it together.
Since you could remember you had always been weak when it came to blood. I’m pathetic, a wolf afraid of blood.
“Now you realize that was a stupid decision don’t you?” Seokjin’s voice rattled you from your thoughts. He slowly reached down and pulled your arm so he could maneuver your position on the ground until your back was touching a fallen down tree log and your face was warmed by the glow of the fire.
“Yoongi, get me the bandages from my backpack,” Seokjin said. The sleepy man complied and grabbed a rope tied around a rock and slowly lowered some duffel bags that were hanging in the air. You went to try and pull yourself up off the ground, but when you turned you realized there was a knee beside your left shoulder. You felt another leg to your right causing you to be stuck where you were sitting.
“God, why do I have to get punched twice for the same stupid thing?!” Namjoon yelled as the cheerful man hastily shoved gauze up his nose, “Ow, Hoseok watch it!”
“Hyung, what do you mean you got punched twice?” the man with the puppy face said as he sat next to Seokjin.
“Taehyung, keep the fire going while I skin the deer,” Yoongi said as he handed Jin a roll of bandages.
“Kay hyung!” the puppy faced man said as he grabbed a stick and poked at the fire.
So Taehyung is a puppy, Yoongi is sleepy, Namjoon… well I know him already, and Hoseok is the excitable one…
“Her brother punched me too,” Namjoon explained as he held his head in the air. “Remember how I said I presented before my 16th birthday? How I went bat-shit crazy? Yeah I made some mistakes, she got caught up in one, and her brother punched me. Same spot too, but he broke my nose.”
“You’re telling me, that this is the girl?” Solbi asked a bit shocked as she came up behind him and smacked him upside the head causing him to groan again. “You deserved more than a punch, kid.”
“What are you talking about Solbi?” Seokjin asked as he put the bandages he had dipped in some kind of green mixture on your hand and started to wrap your hand up. You heard him mumble something to you as he was putting the wraps on, but you weren’t really paying attention enough to notice what was said.
At first it felt fine even a bit tingly, but when you felt it start to seep into your wounds you were seeing stars. It hurt so bad that you tried to squirm away but Seokjin’s legs held you firmly in place. “Don’t move around, I have to finish wrapping it.” But you couldn’t help it, it HURT. You looked up at him pleadingly, though you couldn’t see his face because tears were now forcing themselves out of your eyes. You knew you were a crybaby but this was getting ridiculous, but the burning and pain was too much for you to not cry… at least a little bit. He held your arm still as he finished taking care of your wound and then wiped away your tears and started petting your head.
“Solbi, explain. What girl?” Seokjin said as he glared across the fire at Namjoon who was looking more and more guilty and intimidated.
Solbi shifted her eyes from Seokjin back to Namjoon and reluctantly started speaking. “Well, Jinsin…. ummm… you know how Namjoon found out he was an alpha when he was 14?” Seokjin only nodded in response, “Well, he may have almost forced a girl into mating.”
“You tried to force a mark on her?” Seokjin said rather calmly, though the aura he was emitting said different.
“My hormones and pheromones were going crazy, hyung. I couldn’t really help it. Besides, I didn’t go through with it! Look, Miyeon’s fine! With a hell of a punch too!” Namjoon explained with his hands raised defensively with his palms facing Seokjin.
You didn’t really want any of this being said, but with your voice gone, there was nothing you could do to protest. So throughout the short playback, you had been staring at Seokjin, wanting to see his reaction. Though you started to feel guilty hearing all of this being repeated back to you. The guilt was the same as right after the event happened. Guilt in not being able to protect yourself and having to have your 12 year old brother come and save you.
You turned your head away from Seokjin when your guilt had caused you to realize that you had had been staring at him. He felt you turn your head but he still continued to pet your hair which you were finding deeply comforting.
“When your wounds are healed I’ll let you tie him naked to a tree as punishment ok?” Seokjin said.
Before you could even turn around to look at him, Yoongi placed a piece of bark in front of you with a piece of meat on it. It oozed blood and you felt like you were going to pass out. You gripped onto Seokjin’s leg for stability and turned away from the food to bury your face in the man’s thigh. Though you quickly shot your head up to look apologetically at Yoongi. You didn’t want the man to think you didn’t appreciate the gesture, but you just couldn’t stomach it.
“Looks like I’m going to have to cook hers and hyung’s,” Yoongi sighed as he picked up the meat from where it had been set on the ground in front of you.
“I can’t stand raw meat either,” Seokjin whispered as he patted your head three times.
“She’s bad with blood,” Namjoon said as he disgustingly sneezed the snot and blood filled gauzes out of his nose, which again made you queasy.
“Oh,” Taehyung said as he munched on his piece of meat while Solbi finally sat down beside him. “That’s weird for a wolf.”
“It’s fine,” Hoseok said, “Just because you’re a wolf doesn’t mean you have to like blood.”
“Ok guys,” Yoongi said. “Enough with the chit-chat. Hyung, I think some explanation is in order. We already know that you saved this girl from sector 2, but why we were called back?” Yoongi asked as he placed two pieces of cooked meat down; one in front of you and one beside Seokjin.
Seokjin cleared his throat, “Now that everyone’s here, calmed down, and paying attention. We need to come up with a plan.”
