The upcoming storm
That night, while the pack slept under an uneasy moon, Jungkook walked through the quiet gardens of the estate,
Haunted by the pressure, the blood, the unending what ifs.
He ended up in front of the guest quarters where Jimin was staying.
The lights were off, but his scent lingered—warm cinnamon, gentle musk. Familiar.
He almost turned to leave, but the door cracked open.
Jimin stood there, eyes red-rimmed but soft.
Min Jimin
You’re not sleeping either?
Jungkook offered a half-smile.
Jeon Jungkook
Couldn’t if I tried.
Min Jimin
Come in. You need tea or something stronger?
Inside, the fire crackled quietly. Jimin moved like a ghost—graceful but dimmed.
His hands cupped over his belly instinctively every few minutes. His scent was heavier now, more omega than ever.
Jeon Jungkook
Do you regret it?
Jeon Jungkook
Marrying Yoongi. Being here. Pregnant in the middle of a war.
Jimin froze, then sat down across from him.
Min Jimin
I don’t regret loving him,
Min Jimin
Even now. Even when he forgets I exist because he’s too busy fighting to survive.
They sat in silence for a long time.
Jungkook watched the flames dance, then finally said,
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t know what I’m doing, Jimin.
Jimin smiled, tired and real.
Min Jimin
None of us do. We just keep going.
And somewhere far from the safety of their walls, the rogues moved in formation.
A new leader had emerged.
Not just wild, not just hungry—but intelligent. Vicious. Strategic
They waited for the perfect moment.
And then... they would strike.
The ninth day broke with a thunderclap.
Jungkook shot up from his bed in the barracks, heart pounding.
That wasn’t thunder. It was the warning horn. One long, guttural blow — the kind they never used unless something had gone very wrong.
He cursed, already on his feet, strapping his gear on with trembling fingers.
Down the spiral staircase. Past the training yard. Into the cold, bitter wind that screamed death before the battle even began.
He barked at the nearest scout.
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They’ve breached the western side, Alpha— we don’t know how!
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They killed the outer scouts silently.
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By the time we realized, they were already past the secondary line!
Jungkook’s blood ran cold. The rogues had changed tactics. Again.
He shifted mid-run, thick fur ripping through his skin as his wolf charged toward the western forest —
Already ablaze with the smell of smoke and blood.
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someone is going to die😈😈😈😈... guess who???
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