#werewolf!han

It seemed like everybody around you had something insane going on at all times. Changbin was slowly trying to gain the trust of Jamie, who was severely traumatized -- understandably so. Hyunjin and Jeongin were still trying to confess to their mates because the two girls only knew half of the truth so far. Minho and Ryu had just gotten over their whole...thing, but Elsie and Seungmin were still...doing whatever they were doing. Chan and Aeri were sucked into absolutely everything going on because Chan’s the alpha and that essentially made Aeri the ‘pack mom’ by default. And Felix and Sam were either working or at school, so nobody really saw them.

And then there was you and Jisung.

Comparatively -- except to Felix and Sam, maybe -- you were boring. But comparatively, you loved being boring. The most exciting thing about your relationship was that he made you break out in hives if you touched him in his wolf form. You enjoyed having absolutely nothing going on. 

The pack, however, made it their go-to joke. You two were somehow always being made fun of all because you were the couple with no big problems. You were ‘bland’, ‘boring’, and Hyunjin’s favorite insult: ‘vanilla’. You never saw a problem with how your relationship with Jisung was going, but the pack always made a point to single the two of you out for being ‘normies’.

Did it bother you? Eh, not really. It was more so stupid than anything. Why would you get picked on for not having any issues other than the typical couple spats like what you were having for takeout or what to do for dates? It didn’t make any sense.

Jisung, however, hated it. He thought his brothers were being annoying and obnoxious, and he wanted nothing more than for them to just shut up. And you knew that because he was always complaining about them. You didn’t blame him -- you felt bad, honestly -- but you didn’t understand why they thought to make fun of you for having nothing going on.

“Do you, like...want something to be wrong?” you asked one afternoon when he was over while Aeri and Chan were out for a much needed date night.

“No!” he said quickly. “Baby, you’re already allergic to me.”

You shrugged, “I have medicine. Could be worse.”

“That doesn’t mean I want it worse.”

You opened your mouth to take a bite of the pizza Jisung had brought with him for the two of you to eat, but you could feel a sneeze creeping up on you. You preemptively threw your face into the crook of your elbow, and Jisung instinctively mumbled a, “bless you,” before you could even sneeze.

As you let out your sneeze, Jisung perked up, eyes wide and mouth full of pizza as he got an idea.

He shouted garbled words at you, muffled by the food in his mouth -- a little even landing on your arm.

“Ew, Jisung!” you squealed as you grabbed his sweatshirt sleeve to wipe your skin. “Chew and swallow first! You weren’t raised in the wild!”

Quickly, he chewed his food enough so he could talk before excitedly repeating, “We could pretend!”

“...Pretend to be raised in the wild...?”

“No, baby; pretend to have something be wrong!”

Your eyebrows furrowed until you finally caught on. Jisung wanted to fake a problem to make his pack stop giving him grief.

You let out a sigh, “That’s stupid.”

“Yeah, well so is getting teased for being perfect,” he stated. “Think about it, it’ll be easy! You’re allergic to dogs, so let’s say you’re sick of being sick! You pretend to dump me, the guys feel bad for being assholes, and then we pretend to get back together. It’s harmless and it’ll make them shut up.”

“Jisung,” you groaned, letting your head fall back against the couch, “you know I can’t lie. I’m such a bad liar -- especially to Aeri!”

“You think Aeri won’t keep the secret?” he scoffed. “If it’s a harmless prank, she’ll be 100% in.”

“A fake breakup sounds like it’ll end badly...” you admitted slowly, still feeling unsure about this plan.

“How could it when we’re made for each other?” he reminded you with a reassuring smile. He took both of your hands in his and looked deep into your eyes. “Nothing can go wrong.”

You stared back into his golden eyes, searching them for...something. But all that they offered were reassurance and trust. Jisung never lied to you and he’d never steer you wrong.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you asked, “How’re we doing this?”

-

It was a slow night, but most nights were. They were going to close in 30 minutes anyway, but some of the pack liked to hang out -- namely Minho when Ryu was working. Felix was closing with her since Sam had a late class. Along with Minho, was Changbin and Jamie, Hyunjin and Jeongin, and Elsie. Changbin thought some fresh air might be good for her, so he brought her to sit at the café just to get out of the house. Hyunjin was couch-hopping again and was staying at Jeongin’s for the night, so the two decided to meet up at the café beforehand. And Elsie had finished her day early so she swung by the coffee shop so her and Ryu could go home together.

“Can I have a bite?” Changbin asked his mate, pointing to her bear-shaped cake pop that was resting on her napkin.

She glanced at him and shook her head, blowing softly on her coffee.

He poked his cheeks with his index fingers and talked in the cutest voice he could manage -- a voice his pack knew all too well that he was starting to use with Jamie the more comfortable she got with him. She was honestly starting to wonder how someone like Changbin could get caught up in the shit he was caught up in.

“But I’m so cute, how can you say no?” he asked, batting his eyelashes at her.

She let out a giggle and slapped him in the shoulder, causing him to drop the act but also start laughing along with her.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened as he leaned toward her across the table, “You giggle?”

Jamie’s laughter abruptly stopped as her face immediately fell into a glare. She grabbed the stick of the cake pop and lifted her arm like she was either going to throw it or stab the younger wolf with it, but Changbin quickly grabbed her arm in his panic.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled nervously, “let’s not waste a perfectly good cake pop.”

“She’s feisty,” Elsie nodded. “Keep her.”

Changbin grinned at his mate as she continued to stare down his brother, ripping off half the bear’s head with her teeth, “That’s the plan.”

“I wasn’t trying to be mean!” Hyunjin insisted. “I was just shocked, okay!”

“Too late, dude,” Minho laughed, “you’re on her shit list.”

“Yeah, you’re probably not waking up tomorrow,” Felix chimed in, cleaning out the blender as he watched his friends from behind the counter.

Jeongin scrunched up his nose, “Ew, wait, can you not die on my parents’ couch?”

“You’re such a great friend, Jeongin,” Ryu deadpanned as she wiped down the counter. “Minseo is such a lucky girl.”

Jeongin turned in his chair to face her, “Hey, if it were Minseo, I wouldn’t--”

His statement was cut off by the sharpness of the bell ringing as the door was thrown open, hitting the wall and shaking the glass. It startled the whole group, all of them jumping -- Jeongin even let out a shriek -- and tensing at the sudden trouble.

But they relaxed when their eyes landed on Jisung’s form, drenched from the rain outside.

Their tension returned quickly when they saw his eyes were full of tears, and his face was tomato red.

Felix studied Jisung with concern, “Jisung? Are you okay?”

Minho, who was leaning up against the counter, stood up and watched his brother continue to stand in the open doorway, “Dude, what happened?”

Jisung sniffled, and in a broken voice, managed to say, “Sh-she dumped me...”

All of their eyes widened. Elsie looked dumbfounded, knowing what it meant to be broken up with by a mate.

Ryu gasped, “No.”

While Jamie felt bad that you and Jisung were apparently no longer together, she didn’t understand why everyone suddenly seemed so...scared. She nudged Changbin, looking at him in confusion, so he brought his lips toward her ear and whispered the explanation of why this was such a big deal.

If you dumped Jisung, it meant he would most likely die. The heartache of being without his mate would slowly kill him until Jisung died within about a month’s time of a broken heart.

“What the hell happened?” Elsie asked, even seeming concerned for him. “I thought you two were like, the perfect ones.”

“Sh-she--” he sniffled as Minho walked over to him to guide him inside the café. “She’s tired of...d-dealing with the a-allergies... She s-said it’s...t-too much...”

The pack had seen how often you had to pop allergy medication, apply eye drops, or jam nasal spray up your nose. They’ve seen the blotchy red patches that would appear on your skin that you had the hardest time trying to not scratch. They could imagine it was difficult to deal with, but they never thought the two of you would break up over it. You always insisted it was something you didn’t mind dealing with.

“Aw, Jisung...” Changbin gave him a sad look, not knowing what to say to make his brother feel better.

“Hey, I have an extra shirt in the back you can change into,” Felix offered before going to the back to get it before Jisung could even reply.

“Yeah, because I’m sure he’s so cold as a werewolf,” Minho mumbled, rolling his eyes as he led his brother over to the table they were lounging at.

“I’ll get you a warm cup of tea,” Ryu told him before starting on the drink despite having cleaned most of the dishes already.

Felix returned from the back and tossed the shirt to Minho, who caught it and handed it to Jisung. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before taking the clothing and walking to the bathroom to change.

After closing and locking the door to the one-person bathroom behind him, he let out a breath in a puff and blinked his eyes rapidly. He let out a whine as his legs pressed together, eyes squeezing closed. He just stood there for a moment, feeling the throbbing pain between his legs that he was trying so hard to hide from his brothers and friends.

He felt a buzz from his back pocket and pulled it out to see who it was.

_____😍💕💌: Hope I didn’t knee you too hard!!!!

_____😍💕💌: I’m so sorry love!!!!!!!! 💘💝💗💕

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: They believed me so it was worth it 

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: But you definitely owe me 

-

The way the door slammed against the wall as it was thrown open sounded like thunder. You heard frames shake on the walls from the force as your head whipped around from where you sat on the couch, meeting Aeri’s wide eyes.

“What happened?!” she demanded.

She took in your face: black running down your cheeks from your eyes from your makeup running, eyes watery, and nose running. But despite your disheveled state, you replied with, “Where’s Chan?”

“He’s going to check on Jisung,” she told you. “_____, what happened?”

“Oh,” you replied in your normal voice as you began to wipe at your face with your hands, “so I did all this for nothing.”

Aeri’s eyebrows furrowed as she paused to try to make any sense of what you were saying. But when she couldn’t figure anything out, she just asked, “...What?”

You looked up at her from the couch, black smeared across your face and on your hands now, “You can’t tell anyone.”

“Tell anyone what?”

“It’s not real.”

“...What?”

You laughed at your roommate’s confusion, “Jisungie and I decided to pull a prank on the pack since they keep making fun of us for being boring. But he said I could tell you because I’m bad at lying to you.”

“But-- ...Dude, you were just crying!” she pointed out.

You shook your head, “I just got my makeup to run with water, I put eyedrops in my eyes before you showed up, and my nose is from nasal spray. Having allergies comes in handy sometimes.”

Aeri rubbed both hands over her face, trying to make sense of what the hell was going on. This might’ve been one of the dumbest things she ever heard.

Still, she was no snitch.

“Whatever,” she sighed. “I won’t tell anyone.”

You grinned, “Thanks, you’re the best! But who told you?”

“Who didn’t tell us?” she scoffed, going over to sit on the couch with you. “Chan’s phone was blowing up toward the entire end of our date. The whole group chat was talking about it.”

“Where was everyone?”

“I guess most of them were at the café. It was just Seungmin and Chan who didn’t know what happened.”

“And where were you guys?” you wondered, wanting to know what their date entailed.

“Movie and dinner,” she shrugged. “Standard date stuff. He wanted to be cliché and cheesy, but then we had to rush home.”

As she gave you a pointed look, you shrunk back into the couch, “Sorry...”

“How do you think you’ll pull this off, by the way?” Aeri questioned. “You really are a bad liar, and I know the guys and everyone are gonna ask a lot of questions. They’re probably gonna wanna come see you.”

“Nobody wants to bother a sad and distraught girl,” you pointed out. “I can avoid them...probably...”

“And how are you gonna fake Jisung’s death?”

You looked at her like she was growing three heads, “His what?”

Aeri blinked at you for a moment, “Did you forget that part, or...?”

As if on cue, it hit you. She saw the realization all over your face and nodded slowly as you turned away to rethink all of your choices. You’d forgotten all about that part.

“I don’t know how long you plan on keeping this prank up,” she told you, “but you two really need better planning skills.”

“I mean...he’s a good actor,” you shrugged, more so trying to convince yourself than anything else. “I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”

-

“So...how do I fake my own death?” 

You let out a sigh, your hopes that your boyfriend would be able to come up with that answer on his own now shattered. You figured he’d know more about that since he was the werewolf here, but apparently nobody knew how to progress this fabricated breakup.

“How long do we have?” you asked him with a shrug.

“Takes like...a month, I think,” he replied with a shrug of his own. “I don’t know, I’ve never been denied before. And clearly nobody in the pack has experienced it -- Seungmin’s been the closest but that pain in the ass is still kicking.”

You did have to admit, though, it was kind of exciting sneaking around to meet up with Jisung. The two of you were standing together behind one of the farthest buildings on campus to make sure you wouldn’t be caught. And in case Jisung did sense anybody coming, your car was parked in the lot not too far away so you could easily run over and jump in, and Jisung could play the role of heartbroken lover following his ex-girlfriend around like a lovesick puppy.

You could at least plan out some things, but faking a death wasn’t one of them.

“How does it work?” you questioned.

“I’m basically supposed to just be really depressed,” he shrugged. “I think Chan said I’m gonna wither away or something.”

You nodded slowly, thinking it over before announcing, “I have no idea how to fake that.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“You’d think one of us would be the brains of this operation.”

“We share a braincell,” Jisung grinned as if that fact was a good thing.

You ignored him, saying, “I guess you should just act depressed. Don’t leave the house; don’t do anything.”

He frowned, “But I have school!”

“Since when has school meant that much to you?”

“Well I’m not trying to get out of a month’s worth of classes! _____, I’ll get kicked out!”

He did have a point.

You let out a defeated sigh and let your forehead hit his shoulder as you closed your eyes, “This is a lot more difficult than I thought.”

“Pranks aren’t that hard,” he chuckled, patting your back comfortingly, “we just happened to plan one that is.”

“What if we just admit to them it was a prank before you die?”

“But I wanted to do that on my deathbed. Y’know, be dramatic. Bring Hyunjin in real close and then choke out, ‘Gotcha,’ before I pass away.”

That got a laugh out of you that made Jisung laugh too. You lifted your head to look at him, shaking your head, “You’re definitely something else.”

-

Pretending to be heartbroken for the last week was pretty easy. You didn’t really see any of the wolves, and the girls only really reached out through texts. Sam had said she didn’t want to press for details until you were ready, but she hoped you were doing okay. Ryu sent you a small bouquet of flowers signed from her, Elsie, Minho, and Seungmin -- but knowing Ryu, you knew the flowers were definitely all her idea. Chan sent his condolences through Aeri because he knew she was your best friend and he didn’t want to bother you. Minseo did take the time to track you down on campus, which was very nerve-wracking because you didn’t really talk to her -- she was very sweet but you hardly knew her -- and you were not prepared at all to speak to any of the mates. She gave you a hug and said to reach out if you needed anything at all. You tugged your hood further down your head and nodded quickly before making your escape.

For the most part, you avoided the pack altogether. You didn’t have any classes with them, and they never bothered you at your house. Besides, you were usually in your room after classes doing homework or studying, so if anyone did come over, they never saw you. There were a couple times that Changbin or Chan had stopped by, either to check on you or to hang out with Aeri. You heard them talking but stayed silent in your room, working diligently on homework.

But finally, something happened that you were expecting to happen eventually. Knowing now that dumping Jisung would cause him to literally die from heartbreak -- well, if you really dumped him -- you figured the pack would want to try to talk to you and convince you to take him back to save their brother’s life. And of course, the one who volunteered was the alpha himself.

“Uh, yeah,” Aeri said when Chan asked to speak to you himself, “let me just go check on her first. Y’know, let her be a bit more presentable. Poor girl’s been a mess since everything happened.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked away from the door that you were staring at in horror, dipping your head down until your nose was practically touching your notebook. There were two knocks before Aeri opened the door enough to slip inside before shutting it.

“Hey, _____,” her voice was calm and soothing, and you turned slowly to look at her, fear in your eyes.

“Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk about...him,” she continued as she quickly gestured for you to get in bed. You closed up your homework and jumped into bed as she helped you tighten your hood around your face. Then she had you lay down under the blankets and roll over to face the wall away from the door, all while talking to you like she wasn’t helping you prank her own boyfriend, “but Chan really wants to speak to you about what happened. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to -- he completely understands. He just wants to talk to you for a few minutes. I’ll be right here if you need anything, okay?”

She gave your head a quick pat before getting off of the bed and going to let her boyfriend in. Chan stepped inside the room quietly, eyes looking around the room to see it was still just as pristine as you always kept your bedroom. But he did notice papers and notebooks scattered across your desk, which was very unlike you. He let out a sad sigh, thinking you must be as torn up as Jisung.

“Hey, _____,” his voice was soft and careful, and you almost jumped hearing it. But you kept your eyes trained on the wall. “How’re you doing?”

When he was met with silence, he gave Aeri a sad look. She just pursed her lips and shrugged, looking back at your sad form.

Chan looked back at you again and took a step forward, “Listen... I don’t want to... Ah, how do I word this?

“I can’t...imagine how it must feel to put up with-- No, uh...deal with what you do,” he began, choosing his words as carefully as he could. It kind of made you feel bad for tricking him like this when he was trying so hard to articulate his thoughts as perfectly as he could manage. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to like, guilt you or pressure you or anything, but... _____...I don’t know if you know anything about denying a werewolf when they’ve imprinted on you. If you don’t, I don’t want to tell you and make you feel bad or feel like you have to do anything, but I also don’t want to keep that information from you and hurt you further. So...”

He slowly looked to Aeri, wondering what he should do.

She looked at him with wide, confused eyes, “What?”

“Should I tell her?” he asked.

Obviously, knowing what she knew, she knew it didn’t matter if he told you or not. But she had to pretend this was all real and put some actual thought into it.

“I mean...considering the circumstances...” she shrugged.

“Is that a yes?”

“Okay, well if I dumped you and didn’t find out you were going to kick the bucket--”

“Okay, okay,” he held a hand up to her and turned back to you. “_____...the truth is...Jisung will...quiet literally...die without you.”

You laid there, wondering if you should react some way. But you were a bad actress and didn’t want to blow your cover, either. 

When you didn’t move or make any noise, Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. Maybe you just didn’t care anymore? But that seemed so unlike you. He saw how in love you and Jisung were. There was no way you could already detach yourself from him like that, right?

He let out a sigh, shaking his head and looking down at the floor, “Maybe you don’t care, and you don’t have to. You’re not his mate anymore, so I don’t expect you to care, and I don’t expect you to do anything. But...I’ve seen you and Jisung together. I’ve seen how much you loved and cared about each other, and I know he still does feel that way toward you -- he always will. I don’t want to tell you to go back to him; I just wanted to ask if maybe you’d think about it. I...don’t want my brother to die.”

Hearing Chan’s voice break at the end made your heart hurt. And he could hear that in the way your heartbeat sped up. He at least got some sort of reaction out of you.

His eyes were filling with tears, and he quickly wiped them away as he sniffled, “Ugh, sorry. Okay, that’s all I wanted. I’ll leave you alone now.”

Even Aeri started to feel bad, going over to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders from the side, “Babe, don’t cry.”

“Ah!” he let out an embarrassed laugh as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to get the tears to go back the way they came. “I’m trying not to!”

“C’mon,” she led him out of the room and closed the door.

You sat up and could hear their talking become more and more muffled as they walked away. God, you felt so guilty. 

You went back to your desk and grabbed your phone, going to your texts with Jisung.

_____😍💕💌: Chan just CRIED to me over you

_____😍💕💌: Should we just give this up? I feel so guilty (*╯^╰)

_____😍💕💌: I didn’t want to make anyone cry

You set your phone in your lap with a sigh, staring down at your desk. The whole point if this prank was to get Jisung’s brothers to stop teasing him. You never wanted to actually emotionally hurt anyone.

Your phone vibrated and you held it up to see his response.

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: I’ve had to listen to that big baby cry over me dying for like a week and a half

“Why can’t we be like Seungcheol’s pack, huh?!” Jisung demanded as you drove as quickly as you could to the address your boyfriend was sent by Minho. “They’re all normal! We’ve got a murderer, a possible murderer, somebody we don’t know shit about, the sisters, a--”

“I think now is a bad time to complain about the sisters when one of them is dead, Jisung,” you interrupted harshly.

You were both yelling, but not necessarily at each other. You were both stressed about the current situation, and understandably so. Elsie was dead. Changbin had stated her heart had stopped by the time he got to Seungmin, and that was the last update you had gotten. Were either of you close with her? No. Did she scare the living shit out of you? Of course, she was capable of killing any of you at any moment. But she was Seungmin’s mate, and apparently Jeongin’s new best friend. Despite everything, you were upset about the news and both of you were unsure where the pack was going to go from here.

“I’m just saying!” he burst. “How come they get to be a bunch of regular college kids, and I can’t even turn my homework in on time because somebody’s dead?!”

You understood where he was coming from, but you chose to ignore him anyway. There was nothing you could do to fix it, anyway.

Jisung’s phone started going off on the dashboard, so he reached forward for it and quickly answered whoever was calling. You could faintly hear a voice on the other end, but you couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Take the highway,” Jisung suddenly told you as you were about to pass the on-ramp.

At the last second, you veered right, wide eyes glancing at Jisung for answers.

“_____,” Jisung mumbled. “I was getting my stuff back, remember?”

Whoever it was must’ve asked who he was with. He had told his pack he was going to your place to get his stuff, but he was really having a movie night with you while Aeri was getting dinner with some friends from her classes.

Now, everyone was rushing to wherever Changbin and Seungmin were.

“Does that matter?” Jisung asked. “Look, we’ll be there soon. Um...is Els...?”

You wished you could read Jisung’s expression to know what was said, but all he did was stare ahead of him, eyes scanning the highway as you merged.

“We’re going as fast as we can,” he promised. “...Yeah, alright. ...See ya.”

“So?” you pressed when the phone call ended.

“We’re going to Cheol’s,” he told you plainly. “Aya and Josh are gonna help us.”

“Help what?” you asked. “She died!”

“A person can last about 20 minutes without a heartbeat, and Changbin’s a pro at CPR for...whatever reason,” Jisung explained. “Look, all Felix said was Changbin’s got it under control and they’re bringing her to Seungcheol’s.”

“Is she alive then?” you continued.

“I don’t know, _____,” he sighed.

The two of you fell silent, with you swerving between cars, going as quickly as you possibly could without flipping the car or getting the cops called on you.

After about 30 seconds, you mumbled, “We picked a bad time to convince everyone we broke up...”

Jisung let out another long sigh, “Yeah, well, hindsight is 20/20.”

-

By the time you’d shown up, everyone else -- except Hyunjin -- had arrived. Apparently Jeongin wasn’t picking up his phone so Hyunjin was sent to track him down, only to find the pup passed out in the sisters’ apartment. You hadn’t seen Minho, Ryu, Seungmin, Chan, or Changbin, but Aeri had told you they were upstairs when you’d awkwardly arrived with your ‘ex’-boyfriend. Apparently, all of them were upstairs with Seungcheol, Joshua, and Aya.

Hyunjin eventually arrived with Jeongin, who looked concerned despite holding a hand to his temple.

Somehow, even with the tenseness of what was going on upstairs, you were painfully uncomfortable. You and Jisung had to keep up your little prank, so you were sitting at one side of the room with Jisung on the other, and everyone in the room kept glancing between the two of you and whispering about you. Obviously Seungcheol’s pack had heard about what happened between you and Jisung, so having the two of you in the same room was clearly keeping their minds off of things.

“Why’s she here?” you had heard Jaehee whisper to Yerin, probably hoping she’d have answers since she was best friends with Hyunjin.

All she did was shrug.

It felt like hours had gone by when, Areum had arrived with a tray of brownies.

“You didn’t have to come over,” Chan told her, though he seemed grateful she arrived judging from his small smile and the way he immediately wrapped his arms around her.

“Figured I’d bring some food by because I figured none of you would be eating anytime soon,” she shrugged. “It’s not much, but I guess it’s something.”

“Are there peanuts in them?” Aeri spoke up, knowing you felt too out of place to do so.

You kind of hated this prank now.

Areum shook her head, “Peanut free.”

“Want one?” she offered as she scooted forward to get off the couch.

“Yes please.”

But eating a brownie could only be so entertaining. All you did was stay on your phone and say absolutely nothing, trying not to pay attention to the stares and glances you kept getting. Aeri sat beside you but didn’t say much. You’d never really seen Aeri this upset and it was strange. It was...unsettling. Aeri was always so good at comforting others, but now she was silent.

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: this is so awkward

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: but also i’m stressed i just want everything to be okay

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: i just wanna hold ur hand :( baby i need a hug

_____😍💕💌: can you hear anything upstairs?

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: no they’re all mumbling to each other

Jisungie 🥰💟✨: wait chan is coming

Sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard a door close before you heard footsteps descend the stairs. All eyes landed on Chan as he reached the bottom of the stairs by the living room. His face was completely red and his eyes were watery and swollen. He didn’t even look at anyone as he turned to leave, probably going for the kitchen.

Aeri swiftly stood and followed him, so you went with her.

“Baby?” she called after him.

You followed her into the kitchen where Chan was already sitting at the table, head in his hands as he cried softly. Aeri stood behind his chair, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she pressed herself against his back.

“I know,” she murmured.

“Chan?” you heard Felix’s voice come from behind you.

Following behind him into the kitchen was the rest of his pack: Hyunjin, Sam and Jamie, Jeongin, and Jisung. Your mate glanced over at you with a sad look before looking back at his alpha. All of you stayed silent, not knowing what to do or say. None of you could even imagine the kind of stress Chan was under.

Finally, with a sniffle and a deep sigh, Chan lifted his head. He stared straight ahead with bloodshot eyes, tears still streaking down his cheeks.

“I feel like...I can’t protect anyone in my pack,” he admitted hoarsely.

“That’s not true,” Hyunjin told him softly.

“What do you mean, baby?” Aeri asked him, gently rubbing his arms and shoulders to comfort him.

Chan continued to not look at any of you as he listed off, “Elsie might be dead and I don’t know what’ll happen to Seungmin. Jisung’s dying. Everything’s fucking falling apart...”

As he trailed off, his voice broke as he started crying again, dropping his head as his tears fell onto the wooden table.

You felt eyes drift between you and Jisung, and the two of you turned your heads to meet eyes. Wordlessly, you both seemed to agree on something: you couldn’t keep this charade up. Not if it was hurting Chan this much.

Jisung sighed, breaking the eye contact and stepping forward toward his alpha, “Chan, I--”

But he stopped himself, and you stopped before you could stop him because you felt like if he admitted the whole prank now, the consequences would be dangerous. Jisung suddenly turned back to you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why’re you breathing like that?” he questioned.

“Like...what?” you asked. “I feel fine.”

“It’s faster than normal -- more shallow,” he mused before he strode over to you and held your face between his hands. He inhaled deeply before his eyes widened. “Did you eat peanuts?!”

“No!” you cried, now getting anxious because clearly Jisung was sensing something you weren’t.

You ate a brownie, he recalled. He stormed over to the counter and removed the tinfoil from the tray, scrunching up his nose when the scent hit him.

He whipped around to face you -- and the crowd that was beginning to form at the entrance of the kitchen because of the commotion.

“_____, there’s definitely peanuts in here,” he stated, eyes still wide.

“No there isn’t,” Areum stated, eyes narrowed as she challenged Jisung.

“Is it possible you could’ve used peanut oil?” Felix offered with a shrug.

Suddenly, Areum seemed guilty, eyes widening as she thought and her cheeks turning pink with her conclusion, “I-I don’t know, I ran out of vegetable oil and the label fell off the other one...”

But you weren’t really focusing on Areum’s story anymore, or who was bickering back and forth -- you knew it wasn’t Jisung because his eyes went straight to you as your hands went to your throat. You were starting to feel the symptoms, and it was starting with your throat closing on you.

“_____?” somebody said your name when you let out a wheeze, trying to force air into your lungs.

Your eyes widened. Your Epipen was at home.

“We need to get her to a hospital,” you faintly heard Aeri state from beside you despite the blood pounding in your ears.

You were getting dizzy, but your eyes stayed locked on Jisung, even as you wobbled and stumbled back before Chan was quick to  lean out of his seat and catch you, lowering you to the floor while him and Aeri held you to sit up.

“Hang on,” Jisung said before he was racing to get to the living room, slipping passed bodies to get to his bag.

Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin all knelt down around you, with Jamie and Sam standing above them, and some of Seungcheol’s pack gathering around.

“Shouldn’t we get her to the car?” Hyunjin asked.

“She needs an Epipen,” Chan stated, golden eyes fixated on you. “_____, do you have yours on you?”

You violently shook your head, absolutely panicking now, but it only made you more dizzy.

“I keep a kid’s Epipen for Rini’s brother,” Soonyoung offered. “Maybe that’ll help?”

“I don’t think the adrenaline will be enough for her,” Wonwoo said.

But Jisung came sprinting back into the kitchen, fighting his way through the crowd before he was straddling your knees, staring at you with wide eyes. In his left hand was your Epipen. You didn’t even know he had that.

“I don’t know if this will hurt or not,” he told you as he popped the top off. 

Jisung swung the needle end into your thigh, and you hardly registered the needle going into your leg. He softly counted to himself before he took the needle out and covered the injection site with his hand, massaging it like the directions stated.

“When does it start working?” Jeongin wondered.

You started to feel less pressure on your throat almost instantly. It was slow, but it was still an improvement, and they could hear it judging from the way your wheezing was getting quieter.

“Better?” he asked with a small smile.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath.

“You kept that?” Sam asked.

In his panic, Jisung forgot about the prank, and for a second, he was confused about Sam’s question. But then he remembered the two of you were supposed to be broken up, so it seemed strange for him to still have your Epipen.

Or maybe it seemed lovesick? Like a caring ex-boyfriend who was still in love, maybe? He hoped.

“Uh, y-yeah,” he stuttered, suddenly getting nervous again. 

“My only Epipen,” you pointed out with a fake glare that was clearly not real from the way you smiled at him.

“No, you have three,” he told you with a chuckle. “You would’ve known if you looked in the medicine cabinet.”

“Three?”

“Your parents have one, and you had two, so I just--”

“Can we just get _____ to a hospital, please?” Aeri interrupted.

“Um...” you tried to think of a plan to get you out of this awkward situation, your eyes brightening when you thought of one. “Jisung, why don’t you bring me?”

He blinked at you a couple times silently before he finally caught on. This was your out. This was going to make it seem like you were making up.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah sure,” he nodded, standing up and holding a hand out despite Chris and Aeri helping you to your feet.

Jisung took over, keeping his arm around you just in case as he led you through the small crowd and out of the house. As the two of you were leaving, he could hear Hyunjin say with a smirk in his voice, “Well that’s at least one problem solved, right, Channie?”

-

This wasn’t your first rodeo, but Jisung had never seen you in the hospital before. To say he hated it was an understatement, and you could tell he was anxious to some capacity considering his constant bouncing of his leg as he sat in the chair by your bed, eyes never leaving you.

Another way you could tell was the fact he almost poked himself in the eye 3 times trying to get his contacts in in the car.

The doctor said you had to be under observation for the next 12 hours, which meant you were staying overnight. Jisung really didn’t like that, but of course, he was sticking by your side the whole time. The only time he wasn’t completely hyper-focused on you was when he was texting -- you assumed the pack was wondering how you were doing.

“Sunggie?”

His eyes were already on you, but when you said his name, he lurched forward, “Yeah?”

You chuckled, “Are you good?”

He shrugged, almost like he was appalled you’d even ask, “Yeah. I’m fine. Are you fine? Well, I mean, of course you’re fine, they said you’re fine. Do you feel fine?”

“Are you trying to see how many times you can say the word ‘fine’?” you laughed. “Why’re you acting weird?”

“I’m not weird,” he stated, very weird-like.

“Jisung,” you said his name more seriously, studying him as you asked slowly, “are you okay?”

Finally, he let out a sigh and leaned back in his seat, looking up at the ceiling instead of at you.

“You could’ve died, _____,” he told you quietly. “Elsie’s...gone...maybe. You could’ve literally died in my arms like what happened with Seungmin. I guess I’m just... I don’t know, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“But I didn’t die, love,” you chuckled, trying to keep his tears at bay because you knew they were coming. “I’m right here.”

“But you could’ve,” he said again, finally looking at you. Like you predicted, his eyes were glossy. “You’re lucky I carry your Epipen with me because I know you don’t. Otherwise you could’ve suffocated to death!”

His voice broke when he said ‘suffocated’ and it was over for him after that. The tears came, causing him to rub his eyes furiously to pretend they didn’t. He sniffled as you pouted, wanting to go over to him but being stuck in bed with IVs in your arms.

“Jisung, c’mere,” you told him softly, reaching out for him with your hand closest to him.

He stood and trudged the couple steps to lean over your bed and bury his head in the middle of your torso, letting out soft cries as you rubbed his back and ran your fingers through his hair.

“I understand why you feel like this. Everything right now is...” you let out a deep sigh, “stressful.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he mumbled into the blanket.

“Well thank god you don’t have to find out,” you said with a small smile.

Jisung lifted his head with a sniffle, his face turning red and puffy, “Can we stop the prank? I think I need to hold you for the next three days.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you nodded. “We can just say I took you back after the Epipen thing.”

“Shouldn’t we come clean?”

You snorted, “Maybe if you want to get strangled to death by Chan. We’re taking this shit to the grave.”

Jisung whined, “Don’t talk about strangling!”

There was a knock on the door before a nurse opened it and popped her head inside.

“Would you like a cot in the room, dear?” she asked.

You nodded, “Please; thank you.”

As the door closed, Jisung’s phone started going off in his pocket. He straightened up and slid it out of his pocket, looking at the screen before he seemed to silence it and then turn it off altogether.

You looked at him like he was crazy. Because he was. Considering everything that had happened in the last few hours, it would be wise to keep one’s phone on hand.

“Jisung, what’re you doing?!” you exclaimed.

He shook his head, “I need a break. I need just...us.”

Despite thinking he was a little dumb for turning off his phone, you had to admit his statement made your heart flutter. It was a sweet sentiment.

Jisung was stressed, and you understood why.

“I love you,” he blurted out of nowhere.

You looked at him with a smile, even though he still kind of looked like a sad puppy.

“I love you, too.”

Maybe just a night focusing on only each other would be good for you.

-

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As much as you loved dogs, you had to stay away from them. You weren’t severely allergic, but you got watery, itchy eyes, and you’d sneeze so hard that you were sure your brain would fall out of your nose. If you touched a dog, you’d get red splotches on your skin that would itch to no end. Either way, you stayed away from dogs.

Well, until you met your boyfriend, Jisung. Who had a dog. You’d never seen the dog since Jisung always put him away in a spare room when he had you over at his house – which he was soon moving out of to live with Hyunjin on the college campus they planned on going to – but you knew he had one considering how watery your eyes got, and how itchy your nose was. It sucked because he always seemed to have dog hair on his clothes, but you suffered through it for him.

The two of you were together for two months, and you were pretty sure you were in love with him. You had yet to tell him that, but you did love him. What you didn’t know was that he loved you from the moment he saw you. You made his heart beat out of his chest, his knees weak, and his breath catch in his throat. You were the one he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, he just hadn’t told you that.

He also knew that he was the reason that your allergies acted up. He blamed it on a dog because he didn’t know how to explain that he was a werewolf, therefore, you were allergic to him. How could somebody explain that? I mean, he’d have to think of a way to do it, but he didn’t know how just yet. It was easy for Chan since Aeri already knew about werewolves, it was slightly harder for Felix since Sam thought he was crazy when he explained imprinting to her but she at least was grasping the concept of werewolves, and even harder for Minho since he was pretty sure that Ryujin didn’t know werewolves even existed. But none of their mates were allergic and meant to keep away from them.

Fate really liked messing with him in particular, apparently.

“You have to tell her,” Aeri advised while the pack was visiting her house for a sleepover – Chan’s small apartment was cramped, and everyone else just needed a place to hangout for a day. “She needs to know before either of you drop you ‘I love you’ bomb; you have to drop the wolf bomb first.”

Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows, “Is that how that works?” he wondered quietly, though the whole pack heard.

“You don’t have to worry,” Changbin chuckled, “you can barely say two words to you-know-who anyway.”

“How do you explain to your girlfriend that you’re the thing she’s allergic to?” he sighed, dropping his head into his hands in frustration. “What if she doesn’t accept me because if it?”

“You’re not worried that she’ll run away in fear,” Ryujin chuckled, “but that she’ll sneeze a lot?”

Jisung nodded, “Yeah, thank you for reminding me of the screaming and fear, Ryu.”

“Why don’t you just invite her over?” Aeri suggested with a shrug. “You can tell her here, and if things go bad, at least you have us!”

Jisung looked up at her, his still-brown eyes narrowing, “Yes, because you’re all a perfect substitution.”

Aeri flashed him a toothy smile, making the younger wolf roll his eyes. The group knew that they definitely wouldn’t replace his mate, but they could at least help him afterwards to plan how to move forward if you were afraid. So Jisung called you and asked if you wanted to visit.

“Does Aeri own dogs?” you wondered with a soft laugh that brought a smile to Jisung’s face.

“No, baby, I promise there are no dogs,” he chuckled. “Though, I still am covered in dog hair.”

“When aren’t you?” you teased. “I’ll be over in a bit. Send me the address.”

As promised, you showed up twenty minutes later. Jisung was panicking the whole time, knowing he’d have to tell you what he really was, and he knew it would make or break your entire relationship.

Poor you just thought it was a simple sleepover with his friends.

“Hi, _____!” Aeri grinned as she opened the door for you. “Come on in!”

“Thank you,” you smiled politely to her as you slipped your shoes off.

“Jisung is really happy to have you here,” she told you with a giggle before leading you toward the living room. “I hope you know how much that boy l…likes you…”

You definitely caught the dragged out ‘L’ before she said “likes”, but you didn’t bother reading into it. Aeri was a friend of Jisung’s, so you assumed she was just trying to tease him a bit.

Jisung’s face lit up as soon as you entered the room, and he stood from the floor to wrap you in his arms. He gave you a peck on the cheek, along with a grin as he looked at you, “Get here okay?”

You nodded, keeping your arms around him as if you didn’t have an audience that was watching with smirks and quiet giggles, “I didn’t keep you guys waiting or anything, right?”

“Of course not,” he shook his head before pulling away, taking your hand instead to bring you to sit with him. “_____, this is…everybody.”

As you waved to everybody shyly, Jisung sat back on the floor and pulled you down to sit in his lap. He held you in his arms with his head leaning against yours, humming contently.

“So, what’re we watching?” you wondered as you stared at the TV, trying to guess what was on.

“Annabelle,” Minho smirked. He was sitting beside another girl with his arm around her shoulders. You didn’t recognize her, but you remembered Jisung mentioning he had a new-ish girlfriend -- Jeon Ryu or something like that.

“A scary movie?” you asked nervously, playing with your fingers. “I don’t do well with scary…”

‘Oh no…’ Jisung thought to himself.

And the pack, including the mates, had the same thought.

“Ah, don’t worry, I’ve got you, my baby,” Jisung sang as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, making you giggle. “Besides, the only evil thing in this house is Minho’s attitude.”

As the room laughed, the second oldest opened his mouth to complain. Ryujin silenced him by giggling and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, just making him pout with a quiet huff.

The room settled and went back to the movie, but you tried to shrink back into your boyfriend for comfort. You even grabbed one of his arms and blocked your eyes with it, thankful that he was wearing a baggy sweatshirt.

However, your allergies began to kick in from being so close to your dog-hair-covered boyfriend, and your eyes began watering too much for you to handle. You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed at them, trying to get the tears away. Changbin, who was next to Jisung, shot him a concerned look before he went back to the movie.

You settled back into his lap, trying to ignore the itchiness in your eyes as you stared at the screen, blinking quickly. After about ten minutes of the room being silent other than the TV, your nose got itchy, and you couldn’t hold in the sneeze that came.

You heard a scream, but it came from directly behind you as you felt Jisung jump and pull his arms away from you to cover his face for protection.

The room burst into laughter at your boyfriend that you’d startled. He uncovered his face, a pout clear on his face. 

But that wasn’t what had your attention.

“Jisung!” you gasped, holding his face between your hands as you stared at his vibrant, red eyes. “H-how…?”

“How what?” he wondered.

“Uh…” Hyunjin trailed off before pointing to his own eyes, signaling that Jisung’s had changed.

Because of your sneeze, Jisung had gotten so afraid that his eyes turned red, melting the brown contacts away.

“Look, _____, I-I can explain!” he said quickly, pulling away from your hold and slipping out from under you.

“Are you okay?!” you asked worriedly as you scrambled to your feet. You’d never seen anybody’s eyes do that. “What did you-- How did--”

You couldn’t find the words, so Jisung stood and shushed you before you worked yourself up too much. He held both of your hands in his, deciding now was a better time than any. It wasn’t like he had a choice anyway.

“The truth is,” he paused to take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare for whatever reaction you had, “I’m a werewolf.”

Your eyebrows immediately furrowed, finding that hard to believe, “A…werewolf?”

“Yes,” he insisted, and you realized his eyes were gold now, though red was still twinkling in the amber as it faded away. “I know it sounds crazy, but--”

“Jisung, that’s impossible,” you laughed awkwardly, shaking your head.

He didn’t know how to prove it to you, and the room was too full for him to shift without breaking something – or someone – so he blurted, “I don’t own a dog.”

“Huh?”

“I never had a dog, _____. My parents own a cat, and that’s the fur my clothes are always covered in. We never had a dog.”

You let his words sink in. Then you realized that if you weren’t always sniffling and rubbing your eyes because he was covered in dog fur, then…

You chuckled. Then it turned into a laugh. Then you were completely on the floor, holding your gut, and giggling as you kicked your feet. The pack stared at you like you were crazy, and Jisung looked concerned for you.

“Is she hysterical?” Sam wondered quietly.

“So,” you breathed between bursts of laughter, “you’re t-telling me…that I’m…allergic to you?”

And then Jisung’s face broke into a smile before he was shaking his head and laughing at the situation too. The pack joined in, the room filling with snorts and laughs and giggles. You were allergic to your boyfriend this whole time, and that was hilarious to you.

You didn’t know what was crazier: the fact you were allergic to your werewolf boyfriend, or the fact you still loved him and didn’t want to end things.

Once the laughter had settled down, Jisung crouched down to your level, “_____, I also need to tell you that…I imprinted on you. What that means is that…well…you’re the person I’m meant to be with.”

All laughter and playfulness was gone now, “I am?”

“You are,” he nodded. “Is…that okay? Do you need time? It’s okay if you need time!”

You shook your head, reaching out for his hand, “Jisung, I love you. I don’t care what you are, you’re still just my Jisung.”

“Oh my god…” you heard one of the girls gasp.

A wide grin immediately took over Jisung’s features, “You…you said you love me! Oh my god, _____!”

He immediately stood, tugging you to your feet, and pulling you into his arms to lift you up and spin you around. Your squeal drowned out Seungmin muttering, “This is better than the movie.”

Once Jisung set you on your feet, his cheeks were stained pink, “I love you, _____.”

“Yeah,” you laughed softly with a nod, “I know. You said that’s what imprinting is.”

He rolled his eyes at your comeback, pulling you into his arms. He held you for a beat of silence before he realized your whole moment was being watched by multiple pairs of eyes. Chan was even shoveling popcorn into his mouth as he stared at the two of you.

“Stop staring!” he whined.

“Not until the end credits,” Chan told him, waving the younger wolf’s protests away.

“If it’s like a Marvel movie, we have to wait until after those too,” Hyunjin pointed out. “Maybe we’ll get an easter egg as to who will imprint next.”

Aeri shrugged, “I was hoping for bloopers. I wanna see Jisung embarrass himself.”

Your words were muffled by Jisung’s chest, but the pack still heard clearly, “He already does that enough.”

“_____!” Jisung whined louder as the pack howled with laughter.

But he still hugged you tighter.

-

“Achoo!”

“Bless you.”

“Achoo!”

“Bless you.”

“A…A… I’m good. …Achoo!”

“Jesus Christ, _____.”

Sam handed you another tissue that you thankfully took to wipe at your watery eyes before you blew your nose for the umpteenth time.

Jeongin’s parents were very accepting of the werewolf thing -- and very grateful of Chan and his pack for being there for their son -- so the pack liked to run wild in his backyard whenever they had energy to burn off. That’s what was happening. You were surrounded by eight giant dogs, and you could barely see or breathe through your nose.

You already knew after being around Jisung the first time he shifted that him in his wolf form made your allergies act up as badly as they did when you were around dogs. You couldn’t stop sneezing, a waterfall was pouring out of your eyes, and you weren’t allowed to touch him because you’d get red itchy splotches on your skin.

But you couldn’t stay away. You loved him too much.

Your sneezes would’ve been heard a mile away, so Jisung heard them very clearly. He knew to keep his distance, but he was worried about you. He trotted up to you, a huff coming out of his nose in disapproval. 

You could practically hear his voice asking, ‘Where’s your allergy medication?’

You sighed, knowing that’s exactly what the unhappy sigh was for, “I forgot it at home, okay?”

You needed some way to cope with your allergies, because there was no way you were letting go of Jisung. Your parents wondered what you suddenly wanted to get allergy medication for, and you simply told them you planned on getting a dog.

Well, you had one. Plus seven others.

You reached out to scratch between his ears, but Jisung let out a whine and dodged your hand.

You groaned, “Come on, it won’t kill me.”