Genre: smut
Word Count: +7,8k
Warnings: oral (giving and receiving), grinding, light choking, multiple orgasms, dom!junhui with sub!junhui undertones because he whines a lot
Summary: your teacher forces you to make an assignment with your enemy, better known as Wen Junhui. He disappears for your second study session and youβre so stubborn that you get his address and goes to his house, but you donβt know that he didnβt show up because heβs in heat. (enemies to lovers!au and werewolf!au for our supernatural series)
God knows how much you hate Wen Junhui.
Yes, itβs a strong word. It feeds of anger, it looks red. It makes heat rush to your ears, it has the metallic taste of blood and a bitter after taste. The feeling is strong itself, unwelcoming, it makes your eyebrows furrow but youβre certain of yourself when you say that you, hate Wen Junhui.
First year of high school, and you remember just disliking him. He didnβt talk to you that much and God knows how you wished it stayed like that but by the end of the year you two cultivated a strong hatred towards the other.
Last year of high school and the word are still spoken with the same tone, the same intensity as the first day, it somehow still has the same impact. It still makes your friends roll their eyes when harsh words escape your mouths, but by now the fights are just white noise, a background to their discussions.
Hate is a word that goes hand in hand when someone mentions your name and his in the same phrase.
You hate how heβs so full of himself, you hate how he always has something to say, no matter what. You hate how he talks to you and most importantly, you hate how he brags about being a werewolf when a sane person would hide it as much as possible. He brags about his abilities and things you, a normal person, canβt do. He brags about the dangerous situations he gets himself into as if itβs something to be proud of, you hate how he brags about the other werewolves he beats like itβs some kind of trophy.
Overall, you feel like Junhui is a pretty shitty human being. He knows how you feel about him and definitely doesnβt do anything to change your opinion.
βItβs your fault.β, he says through his teeth. Your head snaps up from the textbook youβre reading.
You have to inhale, the chemical smell takes over your sense as you try to calm down. The science class is quiet, the students whisper as they mix their ingredients and youβre not going to raise your voice at Junhui and make a scene, because you know itβs what he wants.
βShut up and help us.β, you whisper back. You try to end the discussion there, showing the missing ingredientβs name on the textbook to your friend Jihoon, sitting the two of you. If the boy wasnβt there, the two of you would probably rip each otherβs throat off or throw some chemical mixture into the otherβs face.
The pink haired boy hums, before going back to the line of tubes in front of him. He saw the two of you fight so many times that he isnβt even affected anymore. Truth be told, your entire group doesnβt care anymore when you two fight, if nothing gets physical, they donβt act.
Your group is made of thirteen other boys and it amazes you how he still finds a way to annoy even when thereβs so many other people he could talk to.
βWe have to do another one because of you !β, his tone raises a bit and you give him a warning glare, your eyebrows furrow as you make eyecontact, the teacher is at his desk grading another classβ test.
His glasses are low on his nose but you see him look up for a quick second when Junhuiβs voice seems a bit too loud for his licking, but he goes back to his papers when the boy seems to lower his voice again, the discussion getting lost in the white noise of whispers.
βYouβre the one who gave the wrong quantity !β, your eyes unconsciously go back to the failed attempt in the transparent tube, the liquid turned green instead of red, you didnβt know how such a drastic colour change could be possible, but it was Junhuiβs fault. He was the one reading the textbook, his mind too busy daydreaming about what ever this idiot could think about to properly read two numbers printed black on white.
βCan you two shut up for a second ?β, groans Jihoon, his words are sharp and unlike Junhui, you know when you shouldnβt mess with the pinked haired boy. As said, no one really comes in the way when you and Junhui are fighting but when someone does, especially Jihoon, itβs better for your own sake to shut up.
You give him an apologetic smile, before handing him the next ingredient he needs as you swallow your pride and Junhui does the same as much as it hurts. You know he needs to get this experience right and get his grade up.
βJun, give me another tube.β, asks Jihoon, his voice is still laced with annoyance. Locks of his hair are falling in front of his eyes, he looks down at the ingredient heβs weighting. The sound of the metal spatula against the glass container is the only thing heard as you two wait for Junhui, but he doesnβt move.
Heβs daydreaming again, and you roll your eyes at the way heβs looking outside the window. Heβs supporting his head with his hand, his arm resting on the table and it seems like he really doesnβt hear anything at the moment.
βIβll get itβ, you softly say to Jihoon, and he hums as the tip of his tongue sticks out in concentration.
Your heels click on the floor as you make your way to Junhuiβs side, heβs still daydreaming and doesnβt even notice your presence.
With time, youβve come to notice that Junhui tenses whenever he senses your presence, his jaw tight and eyes narrow like heβs sending all hells to you.
And youβre not surprised when he does so, his shoulders tense but itβs like sparks fly between the two of you when he grips the writs of your hand holding the tube he failed to give Jihoon.
βIβll give it.β, he says, and you roll your eyes for the th time. Heβs acting like a child, and you search for his eyes hiding under his dirty blonde hair.
βBe quicker next time.β, you try to brush it off and tug your hand away but he doesnβt let go. You inhale through your nose and somehow your heart quickens, you hate how his grip isnβt hard at all, his hand actually feels soft against your skin but he manages to keep you still.
The warmth of his hand moves from your wrist to your fingers and your eyes widen when his hand is directly on yours.
Jihoon is still not looking at the two of you but itβs the whole class that looks up from their work to watch whatβs happening as the noise of glass shattering and falling on the floor is heard.
βJunhui what the fuck ?β, is the only thing that leaves your mouth before a sharp paint takes over, your hand pressed on the other and you whine out loud.
The teacherβs attention is immediately caught and he looks at the three of you. Jihoon looks semi surprised semi done with this shit, Junhui has the remain of the glass tube in his hand, a shocked look on his face and youβre just in pure pain as blood starts to drip on the floor.
The teacher rushes to you, his small heels clicking on the floor and his first concern is the piece of glass still in your palm, everything goes too quickly as he asks too many questions, Jihoon rushes to get the nurse and Mingyu rushes out because he just canβt stand the sight of blood. Small red dots sink in the fabric of your white blouse and you silently curse Junhui now that your blouse is practically ruined.
Junhuiβs still frozen on his spot and for once he doesnβt say anything as the nurse wraps your hand in bandage and checks his.
You donβt say anything when the teacher floods you with questions again.
βYou two need to pay for another tube, and Iβll give you an assignment to do at home.β, starts the teacher. He brings his glasses up and you nod, itβs the only thing you can do at the moment.
βYouβll have to do it together.β
After a few years in the same class, it had to happen, but having to do an assignment with Junhui felt like the worst thing that could happen to you. You wonder if you did something to the teacher for him to put you in such a situation, it feels like he back stabbed you. You wonder if you did something wrong to the universe to end up in this mess.
Something you canβt quiet identity grows in the pit of your stomach and in your throat whenever you think about having to spend a few hours with him, alone. Thinking about it now, you two never got to be alone together, and it was for the best. Someone from your group was always there, almost like someone keeping things tamed or stopping the fights whenever it got too much.
A sigh leaves your lips and you hope that he will be able to contain himself and not jump to your throat at any occasion so you two can finish this paper as soon as possible and act like nothing happened afterwards.
You really donβt want to do this, you feel obligated and you wished you could disappear or just run away from your responsibilities. The feeling grows even more when a few cold texts are enough to set a time and place to meet Junhui outside of the high school.
You start losing hope when you look at your watch, your face hiding a little bit more in your scarf as you wait outside the library.
You quickly type on your phone, your finger cold and your fingertips canβt feel the screen of your phone anymore.
[12:13] from you; to junhui : where are you idiot ?
Itβs the third text, and you canβt believe how someone can be this late when theyβre literally a werewolf that could probably run super fast, that said, you didnβt know a lot about werewolves.
You canβt help but think back about how you found out about Junhui being a werewolf. It was at the end of the first year of high school, Seungkwan insisted in having a sleepover with the rest of the group, like having 14 people sleep in a small apartment was a good idea.
Seungkwan was the one that got drunk the fastest and eventually slipped the secret out.
You remember not believing him at first, convinced that the 13 other boys were playing a prank on you. At first, Junhui was okay with you thinking that it was a joke, but when you poked his ego with an βI canβt believe you have to lie to get some attention.β that he showed off for the first time.
You vividly remember his teeth getting longer and fear took over your stomach, until Mingyu went to him to pat his head like he was a good dog. He wasnβt dangerous at all, and someone your curiosity picked.
But far in your mind, you remembered the tiny sting that picked in your heart when you thought about the fact that they all knew and you were the one out of the group for the moment. Β
A voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up, a not so rushed Junhui walked in front of you. Dirty blonde hair parted to reveal his forehead, black turtle neck and black coat, he doesnβt even give you a look and walks inside the library.
βYouβre a bit late, donβt you think ?β, you canβt help but make him notice, after all he made you wait almost a quarter of an hour outside in the cold.
You two enter the library, the hot air warms your body and your shoulders shiver a bit. The blue carpet sinks a bit under your weight, the library smells like book as usual and you greet the librarian with a smile as you make your way to the first floor.
βSorry βbout that.β, and thatβs the only thing he can think about. You roll your eyes and pray that the rest of the day wonβt be like this.
But it is. In fact, you donβt even know how to qualify it.
The tension is thick in the air, youβre almost afraid to talk in the beginning. Junhuiβs sitting in front of you, and you get disturbed with how close he is.
You donβt remember being this close to him, ever.
The table youβre both sitting on is small, his knees brush against yours and the first time it happens you canβt help but straighten your back and look away. He doesnβt mind at all and continue his work, his knees continue to brush against yours from time to time and at some point your legs are trapped between his.
The thing is, no one starts any fight. Maybe itβs because youβre in a library and he wants to stay quiet, but then you remember when he got the two of you kicked out of one during a study session with Chan, leaving the youngest alone.
Itβs strangely peaceful and calm, if you forget the tension.
You donβt know if heβs doing it on purpose either, when youβre reading something, following the line with your pointer and he moves your hand with his. His skin is warm, gentle as he shows you the answer youβre looking for. Heβs missing with your mind and you fight with yourself to keep your mind on the science book youβre reading.
You hate how your own skinβs getting hotter and hotter as his breath ghosts over your neck when he leans over your shoulder, and most surprisingly, heβsβ¦nice ?
You take it as a joke at first, an eyebrow raised as he talks to you like heβs talking to Minghao or Mingyu. He seems too nice, and fuck youβre confused.
At the end, more than half of the assignment is done, one more session and youβre done with all of this. But the day leaves you with question as you wonder how the fuck Junhui went from snarky comments at every occasion to helping you picking a book on the shelf.
Thin strings holding your ambiguous relationship snap at every new facet you discover, every small gesture,
another one snaps when he smiles when he leaves.
[10:37 pm] from jihoon; to you : no one died ?
[10:37 pm] from jihoon; to you : thatβs a surprise
And you canβt help but laugh at Jihoonβs text. Laying in your bed, the soft duvet calming your body, you quickly type a respond. Telling him that youβre as surprised, you donβt tell him how you felt, somehow feeling stupid.
Itβs a strange feeling when Junhuiβs the only thing in your mind, and you canβt figure out if itβs a pleasant feeling or not.
[10:39 pm] from jihoon; to you : i donβt understand why you two hate each other
Or maybe you do. Because the next day, everything Junhui built in your imagination in the course of a few hours, breaks. He isnβt responding to your text and little by little you feel like he only created an illusion and only managed to pull it for a day.
Your shoe taps on the floor as you wait for him. The libraries silent and you feel a bit out of place since everyoneβs working on something and youβre waiting with nothing but your phone on the table you both were yesterday.
[12:49 pm] from you; to junhui : junhui istg
Itβs probably the 23th message you sent him, after all, he was almost fifty minutes late. Anger takes over annoyance quickly when you see the small text under his name telling you that he was online this morning, so he didnβt over sleep.
Youβre about to send a message to the group, thing you didnβt want to do since you didnβt feel like bringing other people in the situation, when the two check mark turn blue, and your fingers work on the screen to find some insult you didnβt already send.
[12:51 pm] from junhui; to you : i cant come today
And you canβt help but laugh at his weak attempt to escape. The young boy sitting a few meters away from you gives you a look before going back to his work.
[12:52 pm] from you; to junhui : do you really think youre getting away like that ?
The check marks immediately turn blue, so he has the conversation opened. However, he takes an awfully long time to respond, heβs typing, stops, types again, stops again.
Youβre trying to figure out what excuse he will send next. Heβs sick ? His car broke down ? He got kidnapped ?
[12:54 pm] from junhui; to you : im sick i cant get out
And, you were right. You roll your eyes, another annoyed laugh coming out of your mouth. Really, you two know each other since the beginning of high school, he may be stubborn but he knows youβre as stubborn, maybe even more.
[12:55 pm] from you; to junhui : give me your address
Definitely more. The check marks turn blue again and he takes a moment to respond, you have to bring your finger down to refresh the page.
You give a look at your bag laying on the floor, still closed. You never went to his house, most of the time, Seugkwan and Seokmin were the one holding the parties and sleepovers.
Youβre about to send him another text but the one he sends you makes you truly laugh.
[12:57 pm] from junhui; to you : y/n for real its dangerous
He thinks heβs scaring you ? He thinks a small message like that can dissuade you ? Boy is he wrong. Your mind is set, you will finish this assignment with him. Maybe he wants you to finish it alone but fuck that. Youβre not doing this alone, itβs like giving him a good grade a golden plate.
An idea pops in your mind and you exit the conversation, your finger pressing on Jihoonβs name
[01:01 pm] from you; to jihoon : whats junhuis address ?
And thatβs how you found yourself in front of his home. You donβt know what you expected, probably an apartment in the city. But youβre in front of a house, the garden is green in front of it, a bunch of roses new the barrier. Thereβs a good space separating his house from his neighbourβs, and the street seems really quiet.
You have to look at the address Jihoon sent you again to check the number, but youβre in front of the right house. You notice how thereβs no car in front of it, the curtains of the living room are closed but you notice that one of the room of the first floor has it curtains opened.
[01:34 pm] from jihoon; to you : keys under the carpet
And you smile at Jihoonβs text, he always got your back. And heβs right, as you arrive in front of the door, you just have to kneel and find the small key laying there. But as youβre about to turn the key in the lock, you find yourself thinking. Youβre kind of breaking in.
But your original thoughts kick back in when you think about the tube youβll have to pay for and this damn assignment.
Your grip on your backpack tightens as you turn the key, the door opening to a dark living room.
In the darkness, you can distinguish three couches in front of a tv, but most importantly, three different doors and you curse under your breath tryi-
Your body jolts backwards at the strong voice, your back against the very door you just opened and you didnβt realised the cold sweat forming on your hairline. You feel like your heart is struck in your throat and you wonder if itβs not a bad idea after all.
You even take a moment to recognise Junhuiβs voice, itβs coming from upstairs, as you suspected him to be there, but it sounds lower and makes a chill run down your spin.
βY/n, I know itβs you.β
How the fuck ? Youβre sure he didnβt see you through the window. Or maybe Jihoon told him, he backstabbed you ?
Is voice bounces on the walls of the house, and you find yourself walking towards one of the door.
βWhat the fuck are you doing here ?β, his voice gets louder as you get closer, and you take a step back when you here a strange noise coming from upstairs. You look up at the ceiling and itβs like heβs dragging something metallic on the floor.
βWe need to finish that assignment !β, is the only justification you can find. You open the door and see daylight coming from all the way up, maybe the attic. The small stair made of marble turns to somewhere you canβt see.
βWhere are you ?β, you ask, taking careful steps on the stairs, your heart is beating against your ribcage like itβs about to break out and you canβt help but think that he will come out of somewhere and jumpscare you.
He doesnβt answer yet you can hear the faint noise of him breathing heavily, and moving something on the floor. And youβre scared, what the fuck is he doing ? It either sounds like he was jacking off a few moments before you entered or like heβs dragging a body and as much as you hate to say it, you would much rather have it be the first one.
Youβre finally on the first floor, white walls and four doors and you immediately see which one is Junhuiβs, the closed door.
The only think you can hear is your heart beating and your uneven breath, somehow you fell like somethingβs wrong. The feeling gets even stronger when Junhui speaks again.
βOpen the door.β, and the words actually hold you from opening the door. His voice changed so quickly, from angry to sweet. You never heard him told to you like that, yet he sounds breathless and way too welcoming.
Youβre still frozen in front of his door, itβs like you can feel the tension inside, you feel something.
Your handβs on the cold door when he speaks again.
βY/n, come in.β, and the way he says your name makes your eyebrows raise. Heβs almost singing itβ¦almost moaning it ? Is he in pain ?
The last thought and your body acts on his own, your hand pushing the door and god you wished you never did.
Your mouth hangs open, you have too many things to say like, what the fuck ? What is this ? What is going on ? Are you okay ? But no words come out of your lips as he looks up.
His eyes are piercing under locks, his hair got wavy and you assume itβs because of how hot it is in his room. His skin indeed looks glowy because of sweat but itβs not what catches your attention when you first enter, rather, itβs the thick and black leather wrapped around his torso, and the grey iron around the wrist of his hands his holding on his knees.
You see the chains coming together behind him, disappearing somewhere in the wall. So that was what he was dragging.
βWhat the fuck ?β
You finally break the silence, the door shuts behind you and you keep your hand on your backpack. Your eyes are wide and apparently it amuses Junhui, his tongue drags on his bottom lip his hand hanging to the side.
βY/Nβ, he sounds breathless, yet a smirk forces on his lips. You donβt even understand how he still manages to keep this attitude in such a situation.
βDarling can you please help me with these ?β, he purrs and holds his hands in front of him, a small pout forms on his lips. You look at his hands again, before his head move towards something on the floor.
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