Zero: A BTS AU (On Hold)

Nerves before the meet: Ch 10

After the concert BTS made their way backstage, thanking the staff they passed as they rushed to their waiting room to rest, refresh and discuss things before meeting their fans. After all they had something, no someone, very important to discuss.

After entering the white, mirror covered room, they once again situated themselves on the two couches, this time filling them.

Silence roamed and circled the normly proud men, a lion stalking its prey, building tension as it crept about. That is until it was itself pounced upon by the uncertain words of one particular wolf, "what now?" asked Jhope. Concern filled his eyes as he sought reasurance, comfort, from his brothers.

"We have to meet, up close I mean. Not like before," Jimin voiced, a slight pause as his anxieties fumbled his speach, "I am sure that we aren't the only ones feeling this way. The bond is pulling," he finished. His words had began to morph from that of a lost lamb into a striking fox. His head tilting up, eyes filled with clearity, certainly, as the last sounds reverberated around the tall room.

Namjoon let a tight smile pause on his mesmerising features, wanting to reasure his members with actions, believing that his words would not suffice. "It's ok. I already contacted the guards Yoongi placed during our concert. They are to guide our mate to the fan meet and then backstage afterwords".

He looked towards his elder, a curt nod in gratitude before he paused eyeing his younger brothers, particularly Jungkook. He stiffined slightly, watching his deep eyes tint, though bearly, a luscious gold. He snaped his head to Jin, then Yoongi and then Hoseok. Though initialy concerned about his elder section of brothers, their composure reasured him. Now he only had to worry about those three, and what terrible effects their actions may produce.

Jin seemed to catch on, quickly addressing the problem at hand; Control, or lack there of. He sighed, looking across to the occupants of the leather couch as he spoke, "guys, control. You can't let your wolves out." He looked into each of the deep storm ridden seas of emotion that were their eyes, "you will not only panic our fans, and ruin so much in that regard," his tone lapping with seriousness as the enunciation of each syllable slowed, "you might scare our precious mate".

Just as the colour flushed from their eyes, the waves reciding, one opened his mouth ready to retort but was sharply cut off by a question and an announcement.

"What why?" The concerned brother voiced aloud the conversation that was meant to be silently held in the confines of his mind, the only participants a guard and himself.

Namjoon's flustered outburst presented his brotheres with a clear understanding of just how shocked the conversation had made him. And this sent shivers of tension climbing, dragging itself, up their spines as each of them desperately needed to know what had unstabalised their composed brother. It was their mate, it had to be.

V sat forward, clutching the smooth yet course fabric between his fingers. As the fabric crunched beneath his grasp he listened with intent. Suddenly it ripped, lines marking themselves upon the surface as his nails extended to claws, his eyes closing in attempted composure.

Namjoon had spoken once again, this time adressing the group, "the pass was refused".

Then all hell broke lose. Well almost. Jungkook's eyes flared, a mixture of slight betrayal and hefty abandonment. His breathing laboured and he announced, "that can't be right. Who, after finding their mate just leaves?"

His mammoth rage was lessened as Hosoek quickly struck away his own disbelief and landed infront of the shaken wolf. He placed his hands gently onto his brothers knees, sqeasing a gentle reasurance as he drew the golden gaze down into his own flaring red eyes.

"It's ok Kook, I'm sure there is more. We just need to listen. Compose ourselves and listen, and then we will figure out what to do. Ok," he smiled brightly, his head tilted in emphasises as he brougt sanity back to the most unsteady member. Though, to say that composure was completely regained would be a lie. It is more like, hummmm, he was teatering on the edge, and the composure Hosoek had provided was just enough to stop him from plumiting down the steep, sloping cliff and smashing into a craze of instinct driven madness. You know how it can be.

Namjoon coughed, regaining the rooms attention as he continued, "they may not have accepted the pass, but they are still coming to the fan event".

This sent confusion through the room. It passed from one member to the next, brows furrowing like the mexican wave as each struggled to understand their mates actions. 'Why not just accept the pass and do both if you are already going to one event? Why not take such a great opportunity?' They all asked themselves, their pondering interupted as the Namjoon worked to counteract the confusion, "um... I was told that they had a friend with them. Didn't want to abandon them I guess? At least we know they are loyal," he mused in atempt to restore any semblance of comfort to the thick atmosphere.

Hehe he failed. Jungkook snaped, "a friend? Our mate is with someone else? Choosing to stay with someone else rather then meeting us?" He paused as rage fuelled his eyes, the confusion becaming too much, losing itself to a stronger, more recognisable emotion of his wolf. "It makes no sense," he growled out, standing up as his posture shifted. His eyes lost all reminance of sanity, his fur coated ears protruding from his head as his shoulders heaved. Up and down, up and down, in such a steady rhythem that it was disturbing.

The others didn't even have time to respond to what their leader had said as they were all focused on, worried about, their younger brother and what he may do. 'Was he going to hunt down their mate like a wolf chasing marked prey?' Just as the thought flooded their minds, they were snapped away from it as a rumbled "mate" was heard, stomped steps slowly progressing the raggered body to the rooms sole enterance.

They followed him with their eyes. Just as he made his way to the wood, and his grip landed upon the handle, he fell to the floor. His strength had been taken and his human sides control restord as Jin stood trumphantly. The ancient, golden circlet he once held in his hands as he stalked over to the the distracted, unprepared Jungkook, now sat tightly upon the body layed at the door.

Jin smiled, snearing slighly as he wrinkled his eyelids, "and don't go taking that off anytime soon, you brat," he proclamed, authority lacing his everyword.

There was a group sigh, relief holding consensus as mumbles filtered out the mouths of the greatful members, "Thanks Jin Hyung".

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A/N
This, as well as the next two chapters, took longer then I expected/hopped. I just got stuck on how to start this one properly and that kinda spiralled. Also had some study stuff that pained me to complete but alas it needed to be done.
Well sorry 💜🖤💜 forgive me 🙃

I have already written aspects of future chapters so hopefully any update won't be too delayed for anyone actuality reading this and enjoying it. I don't know why but I have decided to publish in lots of 3, and kinda feel like sticking to it 🙃😜😌

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