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The sound of your alarm rang throughout your room, earning a monstrous groan from you as you turned onto your back and grabbed your phone, shutting off the alarm instantly.

You hesitated to open your eyes, finding it too tiring to even do that much.

But, you said you’d get coffee with Jihoon...and you’ve got a mission at noon.

You sighed heavily as you pushed yourself up from your bed, your eyes still not open, you run a hand through your messy bed head and snicker to yourself.

You were a complete mess, but you were a cute mess.

You pulled your blanket off your legs and shivered at the chill of the early morning. You could see the dusty blue light of the early morning shining through your curtains, making you smile at the aesthetically pleasing visual. Of course, the sun was only just poking its head out.

You finally pulled your legs over your bedside edge and hopped up, stretching your arms over your head as you made your way to your bathroom. 

A quick shower before going to see Jihoon.

As your morning routine went on, the Sun's rays slowly intensified until they were completely bright. By the time you finished, it was very quickly turning to 9 am. You neatly fixed your hair and smiled, finally you grabbed your gun holster and gun, hiding it under your shirt. You grabbed your casual Brown backpack and packed only your essentials. You know, your phone, headphones, a hat, your wallet, two knives and 6 vials of poison....for protection.

You closed the door behind you, locking it before activating a small camera you had installed at the entrance of your door. With that, you went out on your way. You pulled your cell phone and headphones out of your bag quickly before taking the case of it off, showing a small piece of paper.

Jihoon’s number.

You held the paper carefully, almost as if you feared you might lose or tear it. You looked down at your phone and then at the piece of paper again.

You turned your phone on and pulled up the keypad, eyeing it carefully before dialing the number. As you approached the end of the 8 digit sequence, you could feel a bead of sweat roll down the side of your head. Why were you nervous? You didn't have to be nervous. It was just….coffee….like friends. Or something.

No, you had to be professional about this. You didn't need to be getting in trouble for strolling into Jihoon’s life.

With a firm nod, you put the paper into your pocket and continued to walk, pressing call as you did so.

“Hello?”

“Jiho- Ah, Woozi. It’s (Y/N). Um...I just, hah.” You felt confident when you pressed call, what was choking you up?

“(Y/N)...Hey.” The roughness of his voice and the soft whisper behind it put you off. Had he just woken up?

“Oh. Sorry, sir, did I wake you? I didn't mean to-”

“No, thanks. I suppose my alarm clock didn't wake me up. Is it 9 yet?” He asked casually, a shuffle behind his phone made it seem as if he was just shuffling out of bed.

You blinked in confusion and honestly tried a little to not chuckle. You looked back down on your phone and checked the time. 8:54 am.

“Well sir, You’ve got six minutes till it'll be 9.” You replied simply, hopping down a few flights of stairs as you did so.

“Okay, I'll go pick you up.” He replied, earning a scoff from you.

“Sir, you've for six minutes. If you got ready that quickly, I'd be concerned about your forms of hygiene.” It wasn't until your comment left your mouth that you finally processed what you had said.

“...Are you saying I'm Dirty?” Jihoon asked calmly, his voice rising in pitch now that he was properly waking up.

“...NO. I-I’m saying that, if you got ready to go on a date so quickly, I would be seriously wondering what sort of magi-”

“Date?” He stopped you, almost making you stop in your tracks. Thank goodness you hadn't, or else that would have been a long fall down the stairs.

“Date? Did I say that? I don't think I said that you must have misheard me or something.” You covered up quickly, earning a light chuckle from the male across the phone.

“Sure. Okay. Well, fine, I'll see you in fifteen minutes for our not-Date. Bye (Y/N).” He replied, his amusement almost hidden, but you caught just enough to have you smiling. With that, his line cut.

You looked down at your phone and smiled, staring at the number that now resided in your phone. Jihoon’s number. Oooooh. You didn't know if you were starstruck or nervous as hell but, seeing his number there only had you in smiles.

Finally putting your phone away, and allowing the previous conversation to sink into your psyche you ran your hands through your hair as your face began to heat up. 

“I totally did not just call our outing a fucking DATE!” You exclaimed at no one but, it very clearly echoed throughout the stairway. You sighed, trying your best to just let it go. Jihoon isn’t the kind to rub that sort of stuff back in your face, like Soonyoung. 

But still, Maybe...Just maybe...This could be a friendship. A REAL one. Well...You shouldn't get your hopes up, after all...He is the Captain of the Stealth unit. A cold-hearted killer.

Jihoon took a little under fifteen minutes to find you. You lived rather far from the base so, just the thought of him finding you in so little time had you wondering if he lived close to you. Or had just tracked you.

When he pulled up, you didn't recognize the car one bit. It wasn't the black car he had had last night. Instead, it was replaced with a beige and brown convertible with its top pulled back. Inside, Jihoon sat with a pair of glasses and in casual clothing. You took in what you were looking at and laughed audibly, shaking your head.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Jihoon called, nodding his head as a greeting.

You smiled and walked over to the car, looking at it back and forth. “Good Morning, Sir.” You replied before pointing to the car. “Is this really yours?” You asked, almost playfully.

Jihoon pushed his glasses up and smirked, “What, do you like it?” He asked. It was almost like one of those scenes in a greaser movie.

The cool guy pulls up in his nice car, looking hot as heck.

Except, Jihoon just looked like a guy who worked in a shop down the street in his attire.

You snickered and pulled the car handle and hopped in beside him, placing your bag between your legs before closing the door and fixing your seat belt.

You looked at him with a friendly smile, “So, Captain, where are we drinking?” You asked casually before he turned back to the wheel and drove out. “First off, don't call me Captain. I don't run a ship.” He replied casually, earning a nod and an airy laugh from you.

“Okay, Noted.”

“Secondly, We're going to a local coffee shop. An old friend of mine has his cousin running it, so I know it. Unless you have some other place in mind?” He asked, glancing at you momentarily. You shook your head and looked to your other side, taking in the sights‌ ‌and‌ ‌shops of your neighborhood.

“(Y/n)?” He called, turning your attention back to him. “Yes?”

Jihoon slowed his car at a red light before looking at you, eyeing you up and down. “Where are your weapons?” He asked openly, making you subtly panic.

“U-Uh...Sir...we are in pub-”

“Jihoon. Just call me Jihoon. I don't know why you feel like it's suddenly important to call me by an honorific.” He cut you off. Okay, that cutting off thing was starting to get on your nerves.

“J-Jihoon. We are in public. Should we really be discussing that so...openly?” You asked, gritting your teeth almost.

Jihoon sighed and turned his attention back forward, “...Okay. Well, What sort of small talk do you suggest?”

“That was your attempt at ‘small talk’?” You replied, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Well, what do you suggest we talk about then?” He replied.

“Well, Normal people usually ask...How did you sleep? Or, How is your family? You know, basic simple things.”

Jihoon raised a brow and looked at you, almost as confused as you were with him. “...Okay….Well, How did you sleep?” He asked hesitantly. You smiled a little, you didn't really expect him to ask. “I slept fine. I had a weird dream, but that's about it. How about you?” You continued, but Jihoon wasn't about to let you speed past what you had just said.

“Weird dream? What happened?” He asked, just as he was pulling into a small shopping mall. You didn't know if you should tell him what really happened since your dream wasn't weird. It was...awful.

Jihoon pushed a button allowing the cover to come over the top as well as pulling up the windows. He turned the car off and looked at you as he pulled out the key. You had stayed silent to his question.

“..(Y/N)?” He pestered you once again.

You grabbed your bag and slipped it over your shoulders before scoffing.

“I'll tell you when I've had my morning boost of energy.”

Jihoon shrugged and pushed out of his car, fixing his outfit.

When you walked over to his side, you took in his outfit.

A casual white t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a black belt tucking in his shirt. Along with his glasses, he looked like a casual College or High School student. Well, compared to you at least.

For the first time, you were seeing your scary superior as a more vulnerable human. In fact, his small frame was startling. After all, this man could take out a whole squad of men by himself but he could barely reach your shoulders.

You hadn't even noticed how spaced out you were until Jihoon waved his hand In front of your face. You blinked suddenly and shook your head, returning to reality.

Jihoon stood in front of you, hands on his hips, with a small smirk. “What is going through your head, (Y/N)?” He asked, almost like a rhetorical question, not actually expecting a response.

You grinned playfully before walking ahead of him into the nearby shop, taking in the air conditioning and the soft smell of coffee beans. The people at the front cheerfully greeted you before asking who would be with you.

A waitress showed you two to your table, leaving a small menu of the coffees’, cold drinks, and teas they served. Honestly, the shop was much nicer than any other coffee or tea shop you had been to. You looked down at the menu, settling for a simple Mocha Latte while Jihoon set his mind on the peppermint hot chocolate with cream.

As your orders were sent in, Jihoon turned his attention back to you.

“So….You were talking about some dream…?”

You pulled your bag off and scoffed, hoping he would have forgotten but...eh, guess not.

“Heh, well. It wasn't very interesting. It was just about some past places I've been to. Some places are new or like...forgotten?”

Jihoon leaned back into his chair, staring at you intently before crossing his arms. “I’m listening.” You bit your lip as you tried not to show just how irritated you were. Did you REALLY have to tell him?

You scoffed and nodded, glancing down at your hands before looking back at Jihoon. “I dreamed about my older brother. He and I had a special friendship and...” You found yourself pausing.

“And?” Jihoon repeated for you, causing you to shake your head. “I had a dream about him and me in our old home. That’s all.” You finally said, leaning back into your own chair.

Jihoon finally shifted, pushing himself from his chair so he could lean on the table, his palms acting like his shelf to rest his head as he spoke, “Now, don’t go telling other people.”

You looked at him with shock, a question mark rising in your head as he continued to speak. “You’re an easy target.” He said, shaking his head. Your eyes widened a little in realization. You had told him about your brother. He may not know him but, now he k n o w s you have a brother.

“Why?” Jihoon asked, continuing his conversation. You already knew what the answer was. “Because...Now you know I have a family. It makes them and me easy targets.” Jihoon smirked and nodded. “Correct. Honestly,” he continued just as your drinks were arriving. The waitress placed the drinks down and Jihoon thanked her before she once again left. 

Jihoon waited for her to be a safe distance away from you two before he continued. “I always thought you didn’t have anyone.” He said before working on sipping away at his hot chocolate, careful to not get any cream on his nose.

You fixed your eyes on the cup of coffee in front of you, feeling a little on edge. “Are you always so delightful?” You asked sarcastically, finally picking up your own drink to sip.

“Only when I’m on the job,” Jihoon replied nonchalantly. You scoffed loudly, “We have two hours before we have to be on the job. Why are you testing me on a da-” You cut yourself off from your statement.

Jihoon placed his drink down and crossed his arms again, raising a brow. “Do you want this to be a date?” 

You felt yourself freeze for a moment.  

This scenario is a bit like a date when you really thought about it. “The...basic principles of a date are here but-”

“So why not call it a date?” Jihoon added, cutting you off for the umpteenth time. You looked around nervously and chuckled, “Sir, I don’t think that’s quite appropriate. You’re my superior and-”

“But we’re not on the clock, remember?” Jihoon replied, a smile growing on his lips. You chuckled, raising a brow at him, “Are you trying to date me?” You asked jokingly. Jihoon’s response is what really caught you off guard.

“Would it be a crime if I said I do?”

Your silence was definitely the last thing that Jihoon expected. 

You looked down into your coffee cup and a million thoughts ran through your head, last night’s mission, how today’s might be, the past and the future all jumbled up in your head and you found yourself feeling only one thing, shock. 

Jihoon sighed loudly and leaned back into his chair, crossing his legs before looking away from the table. “Listen, it’s not a life or death question.” Jihoon finally said, clearly sounding a little bothered. 

“You can say yes or no, it won’t hurt you or me.” He concluded, picking up his cup of hot chocolate and sipping it again. 

You gripped your cup a little less now, still not looking up at him. “I….” 

Jihoon groaned, rolling his eyes at your reaction. He leaned onto the table so that he was only a few inches away from your face. He carefully slipped your cup out of your hand and placed it aside. He folded his hands in front of him and he looked directly at you. 

“Look at me.” He said firmly, finally causing you to look at him, meeting his dark eyes. You breathed out a stifled breath you didn’t know you held and for a long moment, you felt your shock fade away, “I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t hate you. And I definitely won’t put you out of a job.” Jihoon explained flatly, your attention still on him. “All I’m asking is that you take me up on a proper date. One where we won’t have to look over our shoulder.” His voice lowered a little along with his gaze. 

You gulped down hard as you nodded, listening to him carefully. You didn’t HAVE to say yes. You could totally leave him with a no. But...something in your head told you you should. He had risked his life to protect you and he arranged a coffee meeting which was way more than any other guy had done for you, even Soonyoung had never properly asked you out. 

“Hah...alright, fine. I accept.” You replied, finally breaking your shocked cocoon and instead smiling at him. 

Jihoon’s own expression changed, giving you a very soft smile. Something so warm, your coffee probably felt cold compared to it. “Great. Hah, G-Great, yeah.” He replied, stuttering over his words. 

The atmosphere went awkward very quickly as he sat back, nodding at your response. It looked as if he was trying to process that you had actually said yes. 

As the atmosphere grew even more uncomfortable, you found it almost second nature to take out your phone and check the time. 

It had only been about 20 minutes in total. Incredible, truly. 

You put down your phone and looked over at Jihoon, his eyes now catching yours. “What?” You asked. 

“Nothing, Nothing. Just trying to think of some conversation topics but, I’m….not very good at the whole…’ small talk’, thing.”  He replied before going in for his drink. 

You snickered softly, “Ah, well, that makes two. But, here, I’ll start. So, are you excited about work later?” 

Jihoon scoffed at the question, shaking his head, “Excited for what? To watch ugly men unnecessarily assert their masculinity over trivial things? Hell no.” 

Not expecting that answer, you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter. Who could have thought Jihoon was actually quite funny. 

“Oh man, that had me floored.” You replied between short chuckles. “Ah, I didn't think it was that funny but, I guess,” Jihoon replied before sipping his drink again. You settled yourself, also sipping your drink before you each looked back at each other. Although you both had eye contact, it wasn’t quite as uncomfortable. 

“So….what, are you excited about the job?” He asked, leaning back into his seat again and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Me? I mean, it’s not the whole team for this job. Whenever we don’t have everyone, I do get a bit...um, I don’t know if ‘excited’ is the right word I’d use to describe how I feel about it.” 

“Apprehensive? Anxious? Bloodthirsty?” 

The last one had another chuckle come from you, along with a smile from Jihoon. 

“Ah, I don’t know about that last one, but yeah, Anxious and Apprehensive can sum it up well.” You replied. Jihoon shook his head again, “You’ve got no reason to be. If you feel so nervous, maybe we should ask Seungcheol if he’ll take you out.” He replied, but you were quick to speak. 

“Um, no? Why would we do that? It’s not like I’m going to chicken out at the last minute, that’d be ridiculous!”  

Jihoon raised a brow, “If you’re nervous, you’ll react like you did last night.” 

Suddenly, you felt your whole stomach in your chest, or maybe, the other way around? Either way, it was like just saying that had completely guilted you into feeling sick. 

“Ah...Last night…” 

“I’m not saying it will happen every time but, we couldn’t risk losing someone like you from the team. If anything, staying behind might be best for you. You clearly don’t trust the team enough to still be scared after all this time.” He replied, almost as if spitting facts. 

You looked down into your drink, staring back at yourself as if expecting something. 

You furrowed your brows as you continued to look down. 

‘No, that’s not it.’ You thought before looking up at Jihoon. 

“My anxiety won’t get in the way again. I’ve seen too much to still be affected by it.” You replied firmly, but Jihoon only sighed. 

“Well, regardless, you shouldn’t be so nervous over today’s job. We’re only delivering, we’re not risking too much here.” He replied simply before leaning forward onto the table, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Trust me and trust the team, we’ve always had each other’s backs. It’s not like we’re gonna stop anytime soon.” 

Your chest and stomach found a new home in your throat rather quickly as you took notice of Jihoon’s laid back and (dare we say) warm approach to this type of conversation. 

“I-I will! Of course, I will, I trust you with my life!” You exclaimed quickly, causing Jihoon to move back with a half-smile. 

“I’m not sure if I’m glad or not,” He replied, sipping down his last bit of chocolate. “Regardless, I am happy to see you’re fired up. Maybe save that fire for later tonight, I’m sure Seungcheol has the ‘party’ planned for tonight.” 

You nodded sharply before returning to finish your own drink. 

As soon as you gulped the last of your mocha, you two made your way to the base. Obviously, as soon as you walked in, there was dear Soonyoung to kiss your feet (not literally). 

“(Y/N)!” He called out before jogging up to you two. “Good afternoon! I’m glad to see you’re one of the first ones here!” 

“Yes, and if it wasn’t for Jihoon, I probably would have been late.” You replied simply, which caused Soonyoung to eye Jihoon. “I see. Good afternoon Woozi, how ya doing?” Soonyoung asked, placing a hand on said person’s head before ruffling up his blonde hair. 

You felt all the hairs stand up on your body as soon as Soonyoung finished. If you didn’t get hurt or die from this small job, perhaps you’ll be injured or added as an accidental casualty to Jihoon’s list. 

Jihoon looked up at Soonyoung with a scowl, “I was just fine before I got here. (Y/n) and i had a very relaxing morning together.” He replied and judging by Soonyoung’s barred teeth, he wasn’t too happy to hear Jihoon had been with you.

“I see, so what information did you extract from them?” He asked with a low tone. “Or perhaps you tricked them and got more than they were expecting?” He said slowly, his eyes narrowing in anger. Jihoon’s own eyes narrowed as he starred up, ready to bark back.

“He didn’t extract jack squat from me Soonyoung, just leave him alone.” You cut in, placing yourself between the two. 

Soonyoung stepped back with shook clear on his face. 

“You two clearly have somethings you need to settle but don’t make this about me. Go get some guns and blow each others brains out or something!” You exclaimed, huffing at both of them. 

By their expressions, they both seemed rather shocked at your outburst, but...you were so tired of Soonyoung always harping at you like a dog does to meat. And Jihoon? G/d knows he believes he’s such hot shit that he can say anything to anyone. 

“I don’t want to see or hear from either of you for the rest of this job or so help me I will shoot you both myself.” You barked once more walking away from the two, leaving them shocked, speechless, and gawking. 

They had really done it this time, pissing you off like that. I guess you were getting more comfortable with Jihoon since you clearly grew a pair so big, you actually threatened Jihoon. You know, leader of the stealth unit? The living, breathing embodiment of death? Yeah, that guy. Still, you didn’t waver in your thoughts at all as you took a seat in between two of your members. Thank goodness your good friend Joshua was to your left. 

“You seem tense.” He cooed sweetly as if he hadn’t just heard your whole outburst. 

“Ugh.” Was your only reply before throwing your head forward on the table, but not before Joshua could add his hand to soften the landing. 

“Thanks.” You said quietly into the table. 

“Don’t thank me, just talk to me when we get the chance, alright?” You looked up at him from the table with a confused expression but, judging by Joshua’s gentle smile, he clearly just wanted the details on the tea. 

One of them is the one. Wonwoo was always kind of quiet at first, he may look intimidating but he seems more open with his group of friends. Junhui on the other side may seem loud compared to Wonwoo, you could describe him as one of those people that would crack jokes at any moment, yet he could regain his serious appearance. At the end of it all, both of them could be the one. “Y/N”, a voice called. Your head snapped up, facing your teacher standing in front of your desk. “What are we studying today ?”, he asked, his voice low but the silence in the room was so heavy that every student could hear his steady voice. Truth be told, with everything that happened and connected in your mind, you lost track of the men’s lecture. “Werewolves”, Jaebum whispered from behind you. “W-Werewolves ?”, you said, more like a question. The teacher hummed, giving a look at your friend before turning away, “Your book page 394, Y/N” And that’s how you found yourself in Junhui’s room, skipping one of your classes. You’re sure professor longbottom won’t say anything once you get Junhui the punishment he deserves. Because after your professor’s lesson, you’re convinced he is a werewolf. It all adds up and you hate yourself for thinking about it before. Once a month, at the full moon, he runs away to the forest as he transforms. You’re rumbling through his nightstand, trying to find something that proves your point. You don’t really know what you’ll do after : let him go, tell a teacher ? Your hand is pushing a few parchments before you come across a book. A black leather covers the front and back page, an elastic with the same colour keeping the book shut. You take the opportunity to- “Aren’t you one naughty girl ?”, a voice pierce the silence and the shock makes your body turn, your back hitting one of the bed as you were kneeling between them. From your spot, you distinguish the black dot of hair and the frame of none other then Junhui leaning against the door frame. He has a smirk on his face as if he has the situation in hand, his arm crossed as he waits for your response. A pout form on his lips at your silence, “Cat got your tongue ?”, he asks, leaning his head on the doorframe. The only thing you can do is tightly grip the journal in your hands, your attempt to grab your wand fails as you see Junhui being faster and quicker, pointing his wand at you. “Now now, what do we have here”, he’s almost singing and you hate how confident he seems, knowing he’s the one in the wrong in this whole situation. “Is that our prefect ?”, he hums, finally moving from his spot to stand in front of you. He must’ve left his robe somewhere, his button up rolled up to his elbows, his black skinny jeans hugging his legs. His tongue clicks against his tongue as he pushes the parchments around you under the bed with his feet. “I know”, is the only thing you can get out of your mouth as he kneels to be at eye level with you. His elbows on his knees, one of his hand holding his chin, he smiles down at you. “What do you think you know sweetheart ?”, he purrs, his head once again leaning to the side. “You’re one of them”, you try, before it slips out of your mouth. “A werewolf” And you wish you didn’t say anything when his eyes turn dark, and he points his wand at you. The tip under your jaw, forcing you to look up, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Darling”, he starts, the nickname rolling out of his tongue. “If I were you, I wouldn’t play with things like that.” You look up at him, you don’t really know if you’re afraid or fascinated by the person you have in front of you. His dark locks fall in front of his eyes and he continues. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, maybe get me expelled ?”, he asks, and another pout forms on his lips. “But remember when I saved you in the forest ? That would be a shame if you told on the one who saved you.” His tongue clicks once again against his teeth. “Plus, I’m just trying to protect everyone, you know, sweetheart.”, his eyes goes from your face to your neck, the few first buttons of your shirt you opened revealing your skin. “That would be a shame if they force me to stay in the castle during the full moon and, let’s say, I bite someone. “At his words, his eyes go back to your eyes, piercing and hiding something you can’t really understand. "Or maybe you’re into that.”, he chuckles, and the tip of his wand trace   around your shirt, goosebumps forming on your skin at the cold wood. Junhui gets closer, one knee now on the floor and your heart skips a beat as you feel his body heat, the cologne he wears and you indeed recognise his voice as he speaks in the shell of your ear : “Now run while you still can.” And after that the table turns, he’s the one chasing you and finding some kind of joy whenever he catches your eyes and it’s like, you both know his secret yet he has the power over you. Pure frustration takes over you whenever it happens and it just reminds you that he’s the only one who got away from you and you’re trapped. Almost like a mouse between a cat’s claws, and he’s making you dance. A month goes on and it’s still busying your mind, it’s almost like he purposely crosses your path in the hallway, sits in front of you in class and whenever you eat, or in the common room. For this month, you let the thing slide, and is surprised when you notice that you didn’t hear anything. You avoid your house’s hallway, and avoid looking outside during your time and when you can finally go back to your dorm, the only thing you can taste is bitterness.

You’re almost sad that nothing is going on whenever you have to walk around the castle and you think that maybe it’s for the best. You enter the common room, greeted by the warm fire. At this time everyone’s in their bed, silence filling the common room. It’s not something usual, normally the common room is lively and silence is a rare thing. You decide to take advantage of that, sitting in one of the leather couches in front of the fire. A sigh left your lips as you lean towards the fire, your hands in front of you. You catch yourself wondering where’s Junhui, what he does in the forest. You can’t deny that he’s fascinating and you hate to admit it, but you still feel his body heat around you and the way his breath rolls down your neck. You have so many questions and you wish you could ask them. Sleep starts to take over your body as you get comfortable on the couch, you’ll probably sleep here tonight, too lazy to get up anyways. But as you’re about to fall asleep, your eyelids heavy, the door cracks open. Your curiosity picks and you’re ready to reprimand anyone that was out in the castle at this time as you wait patiently in the crook of the couch. You expect to hear quiet footsteps and maybe a few quiet whispers of it’s a group of student but as soon as the heavy dock door closes, what you hear are the groans of…someone in pain ? You super yourself on your elbows, peeking out behind the couch. And your eyes shot open at the sigh, Junhui’s walking in the hallway, one of his hand holding his neck. You gasp at the sigh of the blood running down his arm, staining his white shirt. He hisses trough his teeth as he continues to apply pressure on his wound. It’s like he smells your presence and his eyes go directly to yours behind your hiding spot. “Off course”, he sighs, his eyes rolling. That’s when you seem to finally gather the courage to open your mouth. “Jun !”, you gasp, almost tripping on the carpet as you speed walk towards him. “She can speak”, he mumbles, and he seems too nonchalant about the blood literally dripping to the floor. “You need to get this cleaned up”, you speak too fast and at this point you forgot all about the times you chassed him. Now he’s a student and the priority is his health. “It’s okay”, he sighs again, but the sound he makes when your hand slightly touches his tells you otherwise. The smell of blood is prominent and one of your hand tries to catch the small dots of blood threatening to fall, as your other hand forces him out of the common room. “Where are we going ?”, he whines, and he almost seems like a child pouting as he follows you. “Bathroom”, simply tell him. You know the path to the prefects bathroom by heart and prefer to walk in the darkness, not wanting to draw any attention to the two of you. “It’s okay I can clean myself up”, he whines again. “Junhui you’re literally loosing your blood”, you groan, your hand still on his elbow to prevent any blood to drip while you two are walking. He really seems unaffected by his wound, his eyes dramatically opening when you reach the prefect’s bathroom. “Am I allowed here ?”, he asks in a small voice, and you chuckle at how his attitude changes. “Oh, so now you’re worried about what’s allowed and what’s not ?”, you says, raising an eyebrow even if he couldn’t see it. You quickly whisper the password, the wall slightly going back with a small sound as it slides to the side. In the bathroom, the moon light’s going through the tinted glass. The mermaid on the window is still calmly brushing her hair, giving the two of you a small look before going back to her occupation. Junhui looks like a child during Christmas as he enters the bathroom. “Go sit over there”, you tell him, pointing at the huge pool in the middle of the room. You let Junhui make his way towards the water, as you find the kit necessary to clean Junhui’s wound. It’s the minimum you can do, knowing that Madam Pomfrey would be rather surprised to see a student with such a wound at that time of the night. When you turn around, you catch Junhui swinging his legs in the pool. It’s only halfway full and you make your way towards the bunch of taps, your kit under your arm. You only need to pull on of them up, and all the taps start releasing water at the same time. Bubbles start forming on the water, and Junhui watches in awe as the water soaks his black jeans, the white mousse sticking to the fabric. His hand goes down and he picks up a handful of bubbles, blowing on them when they’re at eye level. He almost looks like a pure child if only he didn’t have such a wound in the side of his neck, you think, walking towards him. He looks up at you and immediately, he creates a tension. Your body tenses when you kneel in front of him, opening the kit beside him. You’re afraid he’ll snap, he seems unpredictable. You make a bold movement, your hand going under his chin to tilt his head to the side. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t show any resistance. His looks away and you notice how his jaw clenches when his skin pulls a bit. “I’m going to disinfect”, you tell him. Picking a soaked cotton, your nose tickles at the smell of alcohol. You bring it to his neck, watching his reaction as you lightly tap it on his wound. “Fuck”, he hisses quietly, his hand gripping his jean. “I’m almost done”, you whisper as you run another cotton ball on his wound. “You’ll need stitches on that”, you say. “After”, he whines, and you understand that he would rather get the stitches after. You put a bandage on his wound, and he starts to move, impatient. “Wait”, your fingers catch his chin again, forcing him to look at you. He licks his lips and for a moment you two are so close that you feel his breath on your skin. No one moves for a moment, staying in the silence of the bathroom, before your eyes flicker and you grab another cotton ball. “What the fuck !”, he curses, when you press another ball on his lower lip, his hand wrapping around your wrist. “You had a cut there !”, you defend yourself, he pulls away, leaning back but you get up on your knees, still holding his face. “You’re a baby”, you laugh as he acts hurt, before another pout form on his lips. “That hurts !”, he whines. His index tapping his lips. “It’s all done now”, you chuckle, pushing the kit to the side, you start to reorganise everything in the box. “You need to get cleaned up”, you hum, and you don’t even have the time yo finish your phrase that your hear a splash coming from behind you. “What ?”, he asks, his arms moving in the water. “It’s not every day that I get to use the prefect’s bathroom !”, he says, before dipping his head underwater. When he comes back up again, his hair is pushed  back, a few droplets of water falling from his nose and eyelashes. One hand runs in his hair, before he starts rubbing on his arm. “We should have this in our bathrooms”, he groans, picking some strawberry sented soap. You can’t help but watch as he moves in the water, cleaning himself up as a few colours shine on the mousse from the glass window. You wonder how someone like him ended up being a werewolf, your eyes getting lost in the hot steaming water. Sitting legs crossed at the edge of the pool, you lean a bit and pick some bubbles before suddenly, Junhui appears in front of you. His hands support himself on the edge, his upper body out of the water. “Aren’t you joining ?”, he ask, blinking as a few droplets fall from his eyes. “W-What ?”, you ask, your body leaning backwards as he seems too close for your heart. “It’s okay, I won’t look”, and he rolls his eyes, letting himself fall back into the water. You don’t even know how all of this happened, yet, when you see Junhui’s eyes atop of the water, you decide to join him. Truth be told, you want to join him, it feels right in some way. You slip out of your jeans, leaving them at the edge and you notice Jun’s button up. You’re left in your white button up, letting your body slide in the pool. The water is warm and welcoming as you enter at the opposite side of Junhui, half of your hair getting wet as your enter until your shoulders are underwater. “Get all the way in”, says Junhui, as he walks towards you, the water moving around him. One of his hands gets on top of your head, forcing you to get entirely under water. His almost playful with you, like the warm water loosened his body, making him less tense. You don’t fight back and let him give you underwater, before going up again, your face wet. Your white button up is sticking to your body and you don’t even know why you kept it because it doesn’t hide anything, the fabric transparent, your red underwear visible. He thinks you can’t see his eyes go down on you, his hand goes from the top of your head to your shoulder. His skin is warm and as you get used to the feeling, it disappears. He backs against the edge of the pool, bring his hands up to support himself and sits on the edge. Your eyes move from the water to Junhui, not knowing where to lock, but you can tear your eyes away from his stomach when you see the faint outline of his abs and four scars, like claws along his side. It’s slightly lighter than his tan skin tone, and before you can look at something else, he catches your eyes. “What are you looking at ?”, and for once, he doesn’t sound rude not defensive, so you answer. “The scar”, you say, your head tilting to the side. His next move is unexpected as he asks you to come closer with a move of his finger. He slightly moves his legs to let you come between them, and you fight yourself so you won’t look at the hem of his soak black jeans. “These ?”, he asks, “Made them myself.”, he says as if it’s nothing, and you understand what he’s talking about. When werewolves don’t have anything to attack, they eventually attack themselves. You’re not thinking twice when your finger traces his first scar, a gasp leaving your lips when a rough hand grips your chin.  Junhui’s forcing you to look up, lips parting when you see his dark eyes, the same from the other night. And everything goes so fast when his lips crashes into yours, his body going back into the pool. The water is getting colder but you don’t notice as Junhui’s body presses against yours, one of his hand on the small of your back. It takes a few seconds for you to kiss him back, but his lips are soft and you can’t help but lean against them. Your lips move in sink as his other hand grips your hip, sneaking under the fabric sticking to your body.

The tip of his tongue runs over your bottom lip, before he bites on it and your hands grip his hair at the action.

“Waited so fucking long to do this”, he groans on my lips and it’s your turn to groan when his lips leaves your lips and trail over your jaw. His lips are like cushions but they suck harshly on your skin, “This one’s because you almost froze me”, he mumbles against your skin. You whimper an apology but he’s already sucking on another spot, near your collarbones, “This one’s because you almost set me fire”, he chuckles, nibbling on your skin.

At the third hickey, you’re lost in the fog, “This one’s because you almost got the both of us killed. And this one’s because you’re a bratty little girl who thinks she can break in people’s bedroom.”, and bite on your shoulder over the fabric of your button up.

“You were breaking the rules”, you whine, your head thrown back.

“Aren’t we breaking them now, darling ?”, he asks and one of his finger tugs a piece of hair under your ear.

You don’t respond and go back to his lips, your tongue meet and he’s obviously the dominant one as he caress your tongue. His hands rapidly go to your shirt, popping the button one by one.

“When you broke into my bedroom”, he starts, catching his breath, “I swear to god, I was so close to fucking you right then and there.”, and he groans, the sound coming from his chest. The shirt slide off your shoulder, and one of his hands come up to your throat. His thumb rests above your adam’s apple, lightly pressing.

You can freely breathe but the air gets caught in your lungs, you look up at him and his eyes are filled with lust.

“You’re going to let me have my way with you, right sweetheart ?”, he asks and you can feel yourself getting wet, nodding.

“Words, baby.”, and you love how the nickname rolls out of his tongue.

“Yes.”

He only needed your permission, before his hands were all over your body. Your thighs, your arms, your waist. His touching every bit of your body. His hand finally reach the hem of your underwear, and he teasingly draw the line on your skin. And before you can say anything, his finger goes under the thin layer of clothing, rubbing a few patterns on your clit.

Your hands wrap around his waist and you hide your moan in his neck, a sigh leaving your lips when Junhui takes his hand out, pushing his hips against yours. He’s hard against your hip bone and you can’t help but sneak a hand between your bodies and let your hand flat on his bulge. He moans and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, it’s clear and echoes through the bathroom, ringing in your ears.

He’s being too slow, the wetness uncomfortable between your legs.

“Junhui”, you call him. “Fuck me.”, is all you can say when he seems to wait for your words. A smirk forms on his face and he tugs his jeans down in seconds while you take your panties down. His lips crash on your again and he traps you between his body and the edge of the pool. His kiss is sweet and tender compared to his action, one of his hand gripping your hair, he turns you around.

Your hand take support on the edge, feeling Junhui’s hand grip your hip.

“Can I ?”, he asks in such a gentle voice, all you can do is mewl a “yes”.

You feel his tip between your lips, going up and down teasingly.

“Please”, you whine, a biting your lip.

And at your desperation, he finally pushes in, his forehead falling on your shoulder. He takes a moment to enjoy the feeling, gasping praises in your ear.

“So tight”, is the only phrase he can from as his hips start moving.

The water moves between the two of you, the bubbles had disappeared and you could see Junhui’s fingers digging in your flesh, probably leaving bruises. Your hips start moving as well, you can help it and he notices.

His hand tangled in your hair tugs you backwards, as he whispers through gritted teeth, “Fucking eager, aren’t you ?”, but he seems as breathless and eager as his hips move faster, going deeper and deeper.

Moan after moan, you two are lost in pleasure, and you swear you’re about to lose your mind when he changes his rhythm.

He’s going slowly, drawing every thrust out, snapping back, making you feel how he’s stretching you out. He’s still holding you to his chest when he starts nibbling on your earlobe, heavy pants leaving his mouth.

“I’m gonna-“, and you can’t finish your phrase, his hand leaves your hip to find your throat again and it feels heavenly. Your head spins and he starts moving his hips faster, he’s eager to find his climax.

“Come all over my cock.”, and the growl comes from his chest, sending you over the edge. Your mind goes blank for what seems like an eternity, your blood is booming in your ears as you moan the men’s name. He follows shortly after, a high pitched moan comes from his plump lips, and he pulls out before he finally cums.

It leaves the both of you breathless, the water suddenly feels cold when he detaches himself from your body and leans against the edge.

“You don’t have to chase me anymore.”