Bound by Blood

Chapter 134-into the woods Part 2- flashbacks of the past

HOBI POV:

"But Seokie~ you're always busy working, I don't get to see your pretty face as much these days." (Y/N) wheedles from the doorway, watching as I slowly peel off my shirt with a petulant pout on her face, eyes glaringly red and face scrunched with upset.

I feel longing course through the bond, see it in her eyes even as she doesn't cross the boundary to enter my room, a spark of desire flashing in her eyes when I turn to face her.

"Do you have to go to a healing conference? You already know how to heal, you helped bandage me up after I fell off the stairs." She says, pout deepening but her words have the opposite effect- a flash of fear as I remembered how the sound of pealing laughter and rushing footsteps as Tae, Kookie and Jiminie chased after her- the sound of a pained cry tearing out her throat as she'd fallen, hitting the ground with a crash.

"And I shouldn't have had to! You shouldn't have been running on stairs! If the house didn't try to cushion your landing- then I'd have to have done more than bandage your poor wrist." I huff, turning to see her tuck her left wrist out of sight, looking up at me with an angelic expression.

"But it doesn't even hurt. You insisted on wrapping it up after healing it." She says pointedly before sighing, a deep puff of breath which sounds sad, sounds upset.

"I just want to spend time with you now that finals are over." She says tugging at the sleeves of the jumper she's taken from my wardrobe I realise with a pleased jolt and when she looks at me with soft imploring eyes that flicker red, I find my resolve crumbling.

Crumbling when it hadn't in front of the other maknaes as they'd wheedled for me to go out with them, eyes promising mischief and lips curved up in teasing lilts. And here she was, one soft pouty look as she fiddled with her sweater paws and I was losing my will to resist.

But before I can say anything, there's a pair of arms that wrap around her and hug her to a firm broad chest, Joon's head peeking over at me as he happily holds our baby mate.

"Oh sweet baby mate, Hobi's always been like that. He's been like that since the first day we met him. Our busy mate. Always trying to rush away." Joon says warmly with a hint of teasing playfulness, cooing over (Y/N) when she huffs sadly, curling into the hug and shooting me betrayed eyes.

Oh this is so unfair. A joint attack from the two of them- Joon's eyes almost daring me to try and say no to her, to the way she looks at me longingly.

"Fine. I won't go. But instead I want cuddles." I bargain, looking at her with a hard firm gaze.

She wriggles out of Joon's hug, turning to face me.

"If I get to hear your story. About how the others met you." she retorts.

I find my lips twitching at the seriousness, at her determination to hear our stories. First Yoongi hyung and now me, all in the span of a week.

I wonder who she'll ask next.

But my heart swells with fondness, touched that she wants to know about our pasts, at our histories before they merged and intertwined and came to where we are today.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know." I promise and find myself tackled to the bed by an eager baby mate who sprawls over my bare chest, hands sliding over skin, pressing a soft kiss to the centre.

And looks up at me with wide intrigued eyes. Joon enters the room, smiling as he slips in and curls close, head propped up by his hand as he looks at me, a line of heat searing my body where he watches me, as his eyes burn a deep red as he looks at me fond and so, so loving.