His Mate Description Park Jimin has to accept that his number one nemesis is the one he's destined to love for the rest of his immortal life. Ever since childhood, Jimin has been bullied by Jung Hoseok, but to the rest of the pack, Hoseok is considered the strongest, smartest, and most attractive werewolf around—the bright hope for the pack's future. Then Jimin finds out that Hoseok is his mate—the person who bears the other half of his soul, and the one he is destined to be with for the rest of his life. Unable to accept a growing attraction to someone he can only see as cruel, Jimin keeps the truth to himself. But the mate bond grows intensely stronger until Hoseok begins to suffer as well: sensing his mate in the shadows, haunted by hallucinations and nightmares, but unable to see a clear vision of his soul mate. The Alpha is forced to find out the root of this trouble, and comes to a decision to track the hiding mate. In some cases a male werewolf who hides from his mate is seen as the ultimate coward. But will the world understand Jimin's conflict with Hoseok? No matter what the consequences are, falling in love with a mate is inevitable, and Jimin knows he can’t avoid that. O N E Jimin's POV When I was a child, I was easily fascinated by the idea of mates. Plainly, it might have seemed like just another love story—how a mate discovered their other mate and they fell in love—but I liked it. Probably because I was always waiting for my own time to come—for the day when I could stare straight into my mate‟s eyes and let myself fall in love. It was certainly considered weird of me for liking such things. Little boys did not usually like these kinds of things, but I would always wait patiently for my mother to tell me another mating tale. “Honey,” Mom said, “why don‟t you join your brothers?” I wondered why she asked that because I knew that my mother knew me so well. She knew I wasn‟t into video games, soccer or any of the stuff my brother and their friends did. “No,” I said, “I want to know what happened to Victoria (a/n: from f(x)).” She sat down on the chair in front of me and stroked my ruffled hair back and forth. I looked up to her as she smiled and said, “Where did I stop, sweetheart?” “Victoria. She found her mate—Ji Ho (a/n: Zico from Block B), the beautiful schoolboy? But she hides from him, and things go wrong.” “Yeah,” Mom sighed. “Are you sure you want to hear this? This is quite a sad story for you, Jimin.” I could only nod enthusiastically. “Let me make sure you get this straight,” Mom said. “This story is not actually made up. It‟s your Grandma Victoria, Jimin. She hid from your grandpa before they met.” I couldn‟t believe this. My grandparents were like the sweetest couple I‟d ever seen. Even now, after decades of marriage, they were like young lovers (Mentally and physically—since, immortals didn‟t really age.) “Poor Grandma,” I said. “But she and Grandpa made it. To marriage, I mean.” “Yes, but she regretted everything she‟d done. She even told all your aunts to not do the same because hiding from one‟s mate has terrible consequences, darling.” I let the silence pass before I asked Mom another question. “But Mom,” I sighed, “there wouldn‟t be much difference even if Grandma Victoria didn‟t come out of hiding, would there? They were still meant to be together.” “No, sweetie. If our mate knows our presence, there will be lots of differences. Once the males acknowledge their mate's presence, the bond will develop. This is how mates are connected. It also depends on how strong the mate bond is between the two. If it isn‟t strong enough, the male mate may not know at all that the female is actually near him. You know that some shifters are mateless, don‟t you, sweetie?” Mateless was a term we used for any werewolf who hadn‟t found their mate for a very long time. Being mateless was considered the biggest misfortune to befall immortals, especially among the shape-shifters. Since werewolves contained two separate halves in one creature, we believed that we bear half of our mate‟s soul while our mate held the other half of ours. Some half mortal/half immortals, like half-human half-vampires, held the same beliefs. This also explained the mate bond. Our life would not be considered as complete until we had met our mate who held the other half of our soul. An immortal would also be considered mateless if their mate died. If your mate died, you would never be able to live the same way because half of your soul would be missing. “So if my mate hides from me…I‟d be mateless. Is that true?” I asked. “It depends on how strong your mate bond is. Most of the time mate bonds cause a strong attraction—a deadly tie to your heart. This bond will usually drive you to find your mate.” I knew then, I didn‟t ever want to be mateless. Some teen wolves who‟d thought they‟d fallen deeply in love believed they didn‟t need a mate, but Mom told me that the love we felt for our mate would be different. Marriages and relationships were only temporary and could be broken if werewolves had discovered their mates. Years had passed, and sometimes I still found myself thinking about Grandma for days after Mom told me about her mating discovery. I knew I would never want to fall in love with anyone but her—my mate, my one true love. She could have been somewhere around the world or here in Gyerim (a/n: Gyerim is a place where werewolves living, I mean just in this story lol). She might even be thinking about me too at the moment. I promised myself that I would wait for her till the end of time. What if I dated someone and she was actually there watching me? I didn‟t want to break her heart since she was the one who deserved to be by my side. She was the one who had the other half of my soul. ~ ~ ~ Most of us were already sixteens and seventeens of age, and the adults still thought we were seven inseparable friends. The Alpha had actually given our clique a name—he called us "The Little Pack". (Really, it made me want to puke.) I had never felt like I was a part of that group, but the grown-ups like to think so. Since I was born small for my size, they thought it would be safer for me if I was surrounded by these buff boys—it would provide me better protection if I went everywhere with them. From what, I‟m not sure. My mother was one of them who assigned my brother to keep an eye on me. That‟s why I was stuck with them. I’m sixteen fucking years old but I still have babysitters. As usual, we gathered together at a tree house my father built at the edge of the neighborhood to wait for the bus. A few of the boys were shape-shifting, getting ready to go play deep in the meadow; some of them took out a chessboard and played sleepily, and others, like my brother, were leaning on the wooden wall taking a nap. I was reading a book like usual. Jungkook was struggling hard to fight his morning drowsiness. I guess that‟s why he suddenly came over to talk to me. “Hey Jimin,” he yawned, “what are you reading?” Jungkook was one of the kids in The Little Pack who was my age. He and Sun Woo (a/n: Baro from B1A4) was the Alpha‟s son. “Er . The Host?” I answered him. I blankly handed him the book even though I knew he wasn‟t interested at all. No one in the group was interested in the things I liked. Everything I did was different and everyone noticed. No one in the clique read novels, so when they saw me holding one they were curious about why it was so interesting. Unlike the other boys, I rarely got texts and when I did they always wanted to know who it was. I never went out on dates like they did and if I even talked to a girl they would freak out. “Is this a sequel to Twilight?” Jungkook asked, noticing The Twilight Saga logo at the bottom of the book. I rolled my eyes. “Nope, it‟s written by Stephenie Meyer, the author of The Twilight Saga.” “Oh. Is there anything about us inside?” he chuckled. “No, there‟s no Jacob Black inside, only aliens,” I responded. “Oh, okay,” Jungkook said. Shortly after, he wandered off to another spot and I no longer cared about what he was doing. Jin hyung had already awakened from his nap and was watching Hoseok play chess. My brother looked a little drowsy; I didn‟t know how he could focus on the game. The bus was still nowhere to be seen, so I leaned my head on the wall and opened my book and— What the fuck? MOLE I stared at the handwriting on the title page of the book.