jinkook alpha/alpha traditional a/b/o drabble. Prompt was "penpals, warrior" 🐺🍃 Alpha Jin is the head warrior of the Kim pack. One day when he's out hunting solo in the forest further from his pack grounds than usual, he finds a blanket left behind under an oak tree. - ThreadSky

junilunalala.bsky.social • 2 days ago

jinkook alpha/alpha traditional a/b/o drabble. Prompt was "penpals, warrior" 🐺🍃

Alpha Jin is the head warrior of the Kim pack. One day when he's out hunting solo in the forest further from his pack grounds than usual, he finds a blanket left behind under an oak tree.

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junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

Wrapped up inside is a letter addressed to the tree. He thinks that's... well, super weird, frankly because who the hell writes letters to a tree? He nearly throws it away without reading it, but then he gets the scent of soft eucalyptus on the blanket and it's like a beast awakens inside.

junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

He has to know who the omega is that left the blanket and the letter because he knows its no one in his small, rough pack. The scent is too refined, too gentle. The letter is cute as hell, but it doesn't give much away. It's poetry more than anything, but he takes it home.

junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

He stalks the area, coming back every day hoping to run into the omega. He can't sleep, it's all he can think about as he lays in his hut every night with the blanket stuffed inside his mouth, biting down on the lingering eucalptus. It's not until a whole week later that he finds another letter.

junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

This time its tied up with a silk ribbon. He feels like an addict as he rips the ribbon off and holds it to his nose. It's definitely the same omega. Every day, he hunts further and further from his pack, but there's no sight or scent of him.

junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

One day, he starts to leave things of his own. Surely there must be some innate reciprocity, he thinks, some kind of bond that's made. him so wild for the scent of a wolf he's never even seen with his own eyes. It can't be coincidence, though he's not sure he believes in "fate".

junilunalala.bsky.social•2 days ago

Still, he has to try. At first, he leaves subtle things - an unused handkerchief fresh from the laundry huts, but doused in his own scent. He carried it inside his clothes, tucked against the bare skin of his chest.

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