#mxjinah

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there were a lot of things that fascinated wheein. it was either her young age that caused this or just everything about jinah intrigued the werewolf. eyes glinted with curiosity and awe as she stared, jaw slacking from fascination.

“you’re beautiful,”

the words came out of her as a whisper, as if a thought had just slipped its train of thought hence coming out through her lips instead. wheein stared and tried not to act too much on her curiosity but before she knew it, she was waddling closer and behind the taller woman. “you’re so beautiful-- like a princess!” the nickname made the werewolf bounce. she felt as if creativity just coursed through her veins at the ‘unique’ nickname.

werewolves were allowed to call other naturals such way, right?

“you’re so beautiful,” she repeated, ignoring the warning regarding jinah’s wings. wheein touched it, light and hesitant, but did not withdraw when requested to.

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blink.

husky?

blink.

not bad?

blink.

wheein didn’t know what to feel at this revelation. teeth hooked onto the softness of her lower lip as she stared again at the sentence as if an answer was to pop up any second from now. again, just like for the past minute, wheein blinked.

“well…” the husky– or werewolf– looked at the faery before her. wheein wondered how jinah looked at her during that moment, if she saw her as the said breed. did jinah refer to her wolf form or to her normal one? wheein stared. again. she stared with a blank expression (although she was genuinely just trying to get her emotions straight) for a good minute before blinking again.

“huskies look like wolves? i guess it isn’t really a bad thing.” wheein scratched the side of her head before humming, the corners of her lips tugging upward in a feline grin.

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wheein was too happy. yep, ecstatic. her feet barely stayed on the ground for more than two minutes and were she to keep this up, the neighbors below might knock on jinah’s apartment soon. could you blame her? it was a nice day and the sun was high up and she was with a pretty lady (it’s starting to become jinah’s nickname in her head). her constant shrieking and squealing however, must’ve been too much. as soon as she saw the words appeared, she calmed down, head glancing in the slowest manner as if fearing jinah was furious behind her.

“are you saying there are bad ones?” wheein managed to settle on jinah’s couch, a bit out of breath from her nonsensical hopping, clearing her throat whilst raking her fingers through her tousled locks.

“i mean... i don’t think i’ve ever met anyone besides you? not... well..” wheein contemplated for a while, genuinely in deep thought.

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the room was far from silent as wheein paced back and forth, the rustling of her carpet from her feet making victoria follow without distraction. wheein kept mumbling things, unintelligible words whilst nipping on her thumbnail, with her other set of fingers raking through her black locks. outside, the night was young, the distant sounds of sirens and honking reminding her she lived in a city.

“victoria, since when did i own nothing but sweaters and jeans? why don’t i have a dress or something. this is ridiculous.” victoria merely tilted her head sideways before settling down onto the ground, head situated between her paws. finally on the edge of her bed, wheein groaned again, staring at the nonexistent variation of her closet. a sweater and jeans for her first date is definitely not pleasant!

wheein huffed before moving. it was better to be casual than be late.

by the door, wheein turned back to give her pet one last glance. “i’ll be back soon.” there was excitement in her tone yet nervousness caused her voice to shake a bit, her fingers tingling from the sudden rush of adrenaline in her.

she’s going to have a date with the pretty lady!

she’s a princess, wheein said to herself when she first saw her.

wheein stood before the door across hers for a good minute, tugging on her shirt that was a bit bigger than her frame. her lips were tense yet moist (she managed to roll chapstick over them after realizing just how dry there were). she hoped her hair looked okay, her fingers combing through for a few good times before finally ringing the bell.

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night falls, and byulyi already made her way out of her apartment. it was a saturday night and yet she had some business to attend to. it hasn’t been long since she offered one of her students a special class, something private with just the two of them. 

it would be a lie to say that byulyi hadn’t been keeping an eye on her, the woman had managed to intrigue byulyi after all-- pretty face, her passion for art, not to mention her way of talking (byulyi finds it adorable). but the main attraction was her beauty, byulyi was entranced ever since she set her eyes on her on the first of class. the woman managed to capture byulyi’s attention ever since day 1.

finally, the vampire manage to gather some courage to offer her some extra lessons. but byulyi had other hidden intentions.

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there it was again, the moon at its peak. to mortals, non-naturals, it was beautiful. white hues painting the earth with a different kind of elegance compared to the sun’s sepia theme, it made everything look eerie yet at the same time breathtaking. wheein’s fur was taken from that color, eerie and elegant at the same time. she remembered her father telling her about it.

however, unlike how most human beings saw the moon, wheein thought otherwise. she didn’t hate it completely, don’t get her wrong, it’s just the things that happen in accordance to its presence that she didn’t like. naturally, she was drawn towards it, wanting to let out a howl that was definitely meant to praise the moon and let the others know of her presence. but then again, she was a lone wolf and garnering other’s attention was the last thing that she needed.

that night, in the woods where everything seemed to be black and white, wheein was going along with the command of the moon; transform.

let it out.

the curse won’t hurt unless you let it go.

don’t fuss, wolf.

she was barely in the depths of the forest, the sea of trees still in the distance, when wheein’s knees gave up. it happened all in seconds; the sounds of bone cracking and going out of place, the constant shifting of her muscle and the calling of the curse. she was transforming, and in a place where she didn’t want to. the human soul inside wanted to scream, the impending pain and the constant hammering of her skeleton barely letting her breathe, but wheein was strong. no, she won’t let anyone know how painful it is to shoulder this curse that may be her only weapon against anyone who plotted anything against her.

wheein’s small frame fell onto the ground, the base of her palms pushing onto the grass leaving little prints of her hand that were shifting along with the slow rotation of the earth, her knees cracking with every move all while her head hung low. she was breathing heavily and while having her teeth clenched, she finally let out a growl.

the faery court in busan seemed like a much bigger community than the one back in kyoto. rather, it felt that way because she was on the outside looking in. it was better that way. as the foreign faery, maybe it was better that she didn’t get too close (among other things). no one can question her choice to move to busan.

alone and perched on the branch of a tree, momo watched the community from a healthy distance. she was accustomed to the alone time, even if sometimes it was interrupted with a faery who was just trying to be nice (but ultimately did nothing more than make her mood turn sour). no one really came this way, unless they really wanted to be alone or wanted a nice walk.

she rose, reaching for another apple to snack on. the branch shook and a few fell below her. rather than waste an apple, momo gently floated down to retrieve one of the few that fell. it was on her decent that she noticed someone else in the vicinity, a little closer than she would have been comfortable with. after years of being in busan, she should have recognised the princess faster than she did.

“good afternoon princess,” momo greeted once she landed. she bowed out of respect for the royal family. it may have not been her original royal court but it was hers now. she had to show just as much respect as she would have decades ago in her home country. “i hope you enjoy your walk.” that’s where she leaves their conversation at: polite and short. mostly because she doesn’t have much to say to the princess. it’s also due to her own reclusive nature. if she greets them now, they wouldn’t feel the urge to approach her later.

momo turns to pick up one of the apples then, wiping it clean before taking a bite. she puckers her lips as she munches on the juicy fruit. she’s intrigued by princess, as much as she doesn’t want to converse with another person at the moment. but she watches out of curiosity. perhaps to see what the princess was doing without having to ask at the same time that she’s simply intrigued.

she hasn’t had many interactions with the royal family, if at all.