P R O L O G U E
𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗]
Her scent lingered in the air within thick clouds of oak birch and burning firewood that smelled of a wintergreen aroma. With just a trace of sweet vanilla.
Her accessories screamed rich parents but her fashion consisted of cheap over-sized hoodies, cargo pants and hefty black Timberland's.
Sharp eyeliner made her eyes appear distinctive and cat-like. With naturally lidded eyes, the genetic eye-bags she got from her mother cast shadows of drowsiness and lethargy, no matter how awake she actually was.
With a passion for video games and a profession in modeling, she got along with guys in conversation quite well and was pleasing to the eyes. Although, not big on athletics and only ever did them because they were mandatory, she has a bit of a belly on her and never really managed to keep a guy friend.
She's got a mouth on her that only ever speaks in formal words and blunt curses, with just a hint of sarcasm from time to time.
In other words, she's practically perfect.
Well, I did say practically.
"Wow, you're gaining weight! "
"Really? Lemme see..! " The young man peeks over her arm, taking a look at the horribly rendered picture on his friends phone screen.
"What. What is this quality? Even after buying the new iphone you can't even take decent pics. " Yoongi scoffs at the sight, taking his friends phone from her grasp and deleting the picture, handing the phone back.
Y/n sighs, no longer wanting to take pictures of her bestfriend anymore. They've spent about ten minutes at this fountain, taking picture after picture. Yoongi refuses to move until they manage to get the perfect pic, as he wants to see his progress in the past month.
But, Y/n just wants to leave before someone throws a penny at their head for hogging the best spot to take pictures.
"Can't you just tell your doctor I said you gained weight? My shaky hands can't stay still long enough to take another picture. " Yoongi rolls his eyes, thinking his friend is being dramatic.
"I won't believe it 'till I see it. Or, at least until a pair of Jean's doesn't fit me anymore. " Yoongi crosses his arms, readying his gummy smile for another picture.
Groaning softly, Y/n waves her arms of the shakes and props the phone correctly up high, taking enough pictures of the same pose to fill her gallery until her hands begin trembling again.
"Done. " She states, handing her phone over to Yoongi who skims through her gallery, zooming in on his collarbone, stomach, anywhere where extra flesh should be.
He hands her phone back, appearing dissatisfied and disappointed.
"What? What's wrong? "
"There is no difference. I look the exact same as I did a month ago. I've been eating a lot more protein, carbs, literally everything. I haven't even been able to weigh myself because you hid my scale from me. " Y/n furrows her eyebrows, shoving her hands in her pockets and scratching the side of her head, not sure how to respond.
"Well, when we go home, I'll let you weigh yourself. You just.. have a habit of obsessing over it, I didn't want you to run to the restroom every time you drank something to see if you gained weight. I want to help you, I really do. But, I don't want you to force yourself to eat more than you should. " Yoongi looks up to his tall friend, crossing his arms and habitually rubbing his fingers along is accentuated collarbone.
"You're so mean. " Yoongi fake whines, although it didn't really matter to him.
He knew it was in your best intentions, but sometimes you really irritated him for someone who's his bestfriend.
"Its okay, I'm toxic. " Y/n states sarcastically, making Yoongi shake his head and scoff in amusement, starting to walk with you by his side.
Yoongi sighs as you both start your way back home. Taking a moment to clear his mind from all the clutter, he starts to daydream about all the things he would be able to do if he weighed a little more.
Maybe he could finally carry more than three grocery bags when you both came back from the market. Or maybe he would grow a bit taller with all the weight he would be gaining, or maybe he would be able to pick you up instead of the other way around.
God, he thinks it would be a blessing when he'd be too heavy for you to use as a light-weight for your squats.
"I can't wait until I'm heavy enough to the point where you won't be able to carry me anymore. " Y/n queries an eyebrow, thinking it's a little strange that such a small, almost insignificant aspect was such a big thing for Yoongi.
"Is that like, a goal of yours? To be so heavy that I won't be able to lift you off the ground? " Yoongi smiles and nods his head, resting his arm on satchel as they continue to walk out of the plaza.
"Yes. I'll no longer be your personal workout weight. " Yoongi bundles his hand into a fist, as if he has just found a new motivation.
"Well, it's not just because you're light. I hardly work out and feel motivated like, once a month. Why should I purchase weights when I know they'll just sit in the corner of my room when I have you? " Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head and feeling insulted.
"So, you use me as a weight because you don't want to spend money? "
"No, because its convenient. You never leave the house so I could just pick you up and start doing squats whenever I feel like it. " Y/n snickers, feeling her best friend's irritated eyes pierce through the side of her head.
"Besides, I'm pretty sure even if you gain like, twenty pounds, I'll still be able to pick you up. Naturally, I'm stronger than you so.. hey! " Y/n bursts, wincing slightly to Yoongi's sudden jab in the ribs.
"Yeah, I get it. You're an Alpha, female Alpha at that. Oh~ look at the tall lady with a penis in her pants, I'm so scared~! You don't gotta rub it in. " Yoongi makes strange gestures with his hands, some that could be interpreted sexually and others, not so much.
Y/n laughs, watching as Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest tightly and huffs in what seems to be jealousy. Although, Yoongi was never one to be envious of someone else, Y/n isn't sure what other emotion it could possibly be.
"I'm sorry, its just.. I don't know, what's so wrong about wanting to carry my best friend from time to time, huh? " Yoongi looks to her in deadpan, unable to believe that his bestfriend would be so insensitive to him.
But of course, maybe he's just acting dramatic.
"Why don't you use Jimin!? That man isn't as skinny as me, wouldn't some weight do some good for your quads? " At the mention of their fellow roommate, Y/n chuckles awkwardly and taps her ears softly, feeling them grow hot with embarrassment.
"No, I couldn't do that. That.. that's just; it feels unprofessional. " Beginning to kick a bottle cap alongside the crosswalk as they step off the side, Yoongi growls slightly and kicks the bottle cap away from Y/n's boot entirely in agitation.
"Oh. " Y/n states blandly, watching as the bottle cap rolls under a car at a red light.
"You gotta be kidding, 'unprofessional?' We're literally roommates, I know how long you sit on the toilet while on your phone. What's professional about any of that? " Yoongi raises his hands, expression reasonably confused as they both hop onto the next sidewalk and continue walking.
Y/n yawns, wiping the corner of her eye from sleepy tears and throwing her arms behind her head, wanting to ignore Yoongi's questions altogether.
Although, it proves to be a more difficult task than initially thought as Yoongi continues to glare at her with annoyance.
Continuing to walk in such a manner for about three minutes tops, Yoongi finally says something else.
"Is it because he's an Omega? " Y/n clears her throat at the mention of Jimin's social rank.
Maybe it was childish of her to act this way, but there was some justification behind her particular discomfort with Jimin. Not because he is an Omega, but more because of what happened between them that is normally.. less than ideal when it comes to this context.
"It is, isn't it? Aren't you two on Salve? If provoking his heat is what you're worried about, the cream should keep your scents suppressed. " Y/n sighs, tilting her head to the side and taking a moment to think.
"That's not it. It's a little weird, no? I mean, he moved into our place less than two months ago. I can't just walk up to him and say 'hey, wanna be my extra weight and help me do squats? ' that's just.. crossing boundaries a bit. " Yoongi rolls his eyes, not seeing the big deal.
He wants to progress the conversation further, well aware that Jimin and Y/n met prior to the Omega's move in day. But, its obvious Y/n would rather talk about something else, so he decides to change the conversation.
"So.. how's your pack been doing? " Yoongi asks, and the mention of Y/n's pack provokes a growl of irritation to leave her throat.
"They're doing alright. Jisoo is still the only female we have in our pack, let alone our only female Beta. Namjoon only seems to be getting buffer by the day and Chan is still second in command if anything happens during my absence." Y/n explains, rubbing the back of her neck slightly, feeling glad that Yoongi decided to change the subject but awkward now that there's new news to present.
"Hm, what about Hoseok, how has he been? " And there it is, the question she was hoping he wouldn't ask.
Y/n takes a moment to ponder on what to tell him. Not telling him at all what happened would get her kicked in the stomach and down the line, lying to him might get her kicked out.
What happened to Hoseok is already something sensitive to talk about. But telling Yoongi, someone who wasn't even present during the ambush; not to mention Hoseok's childhood friend? It could prove to be very consequential if he ever spread the word to people he wasn't supposed to.
If word ever got out to opposed packs, such as packs of East Gate, Y/n's West Gate pack would end up walking around with targets on their backs.
They'll be known everywhere as 'Fish Bait.'
And Fish Bait isn't something you want to be known as.
It's happened to used-to-be packs of both East and West Gate, where packs who have been prone to ambushes were titled 'Fish Bait' and looked down upon as simple targets.
The only benefit of killing off a Fish Bait Pack is gaining territory in that Pack's home Gate.
For example, if a West Gate Pack were to kill off an East Gate 'Fish Bait' Pack, the West Gate Pack would gain territory in East Gate.
Although, very rarely do opposed packs manage to keep territory in opposed Gates. Very often do neighboring averse packs either kill them off as well or send them back to their originating Gate through winning a Turf war.
Y/n thinks over the many, many risks and consequences that could be brought to light if Yoongi were to know. If he were to let it slip. Word gets around uncomfortably quickly when you're friends with a pack leader; and not only would he be putting Y/h and her pack as risk, but he'll be seen as a pack accessory.
Sighing, Y/n simply shrugs her shoulders and shadows her worry with a nonchalant expression.
"Hoseok's doing great, actually. He's just taking some time away from the pack in order to find a job. " She lies nonchalantly as if it were second nature, running her fingers through her messy tied up hair.
Yoongi raises an eyebrows, suspect of how abnormally long it took for her to answer him. But deciding to ignore the pause, Yoongi simply hums.
"Hm, that's good to hear. He used to always talk about getting a job but never wanted to look for one because 'they're all so boring.' " He chuckles, flashing his pearly white canines at the rememberance of when Hoseok and him were younger.
Y/n feels a pit find home in her stomach. Residing in the very middle of her lower lungs and upper belly, she feels her guilt weigh her down to the point where her pace slows.
Yoongi notices her sudden slowing and gives her a questioning glance.
She let's out a false yawn, rubbing her eyes.
"I'm so tired~ " She whines, although the truth being she could stay up a couple hours more before she even thinks about closing her eyes for a bit.
"That's what you get for staying up all night playing video games. "
"I'll have you know I built the prettiest Minecraft tree house you'd ever laid your eyes on. "
Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head at the Alpha's childish manner, slowing his pace purposely as to match Y/n's.
"Well, tell Hoseok I'm glad he's finally getting a job. Also, give him my new number, I haven't talked to him in weeks. I kinda miss his company. " Y/n snickers, watching Yoongi's face flush with embarrassment.
"Alright, Tsundere, just say you're in love with the man already— stop it! " Y/n groans, wincing again as Yoongi repeatedly slaps the back of her head.
"Just do what I tell you! And I'm not a Tsundere, that term is dated. " Yoongi let's his arm drop to his side, watching as Y/n shrugs her shoulders and sends him a snarky look.
"Alright then, Mr. Min, I'll let Hoseok know to call you. "
Y/n furrows her eyebrows, looking to her best friend from the side. So unsuspecting and.. clueless. She wants oh so badly to tell him what happened, but maybe when Hoseok recovers enough, she can tell him with confidence the events that happened with an East Gate pack.
She smiles softly, her front canines peeking out through her lip.
"No problem. "
𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 — ○