#wolf!jungkook

“Is there a reason why Jeon Jungkook is staring at you right now?” your best friend, Camille, whispered in your ear from the desk behind you during class. Your gaze shot up from your notebook and focused straight ahead, processing what she just told you. Your eyes then drifted to the desk, that you knew very well, positioned five rows to the right of you, where Jeon Jungkook was indeed looking in your direction. Once your eyes met, his eyes suddenly wandered down to his own notes, a devilish smirk could be seen on his perfect lips. You did a double take because you couldn’t believe it yourself, but the proof was right there, he had definitely been caught staring. You couldn’t help, but chuckle to yourself. You quickly shrug in Camille’s direction to answer her question, down playing the encounter that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Mmhmm.” You heard her unconvinced hum from behind you and chuckle at her meddling behavior. As soon as the professor announced the end of class Camille, of course, was hounding you about the incident. 

“So did I miss something, or did something happen between you two?” You look at her in confusion. “No, nothing happened.” You say as you continue to pack up and head home for the day. 

“Well, why the fuck not?” She asks animatedly.

“Um, maybe because we don’t know each other.” You throw out with a laugh.

“Of course you do. You guys go to the same parties, I’ve seen you talking. You even have some mutual friends.” 

“Well, yeah, but that’s about it, isn’t it? Other than that, we just share a class together.” You tell her as you both walk outside of the building. 

“Okay, fine argument, but you realize that’s not the first time he’s been caught staring at you?”

“Everyone stares at me, Camille. They stare at you too. It’s because we’re fucking beautiful.” You smile at her and she can’t help, but smile back at the compliment. “So no, I didn’t notice.” 

“This is different Y/N and you know it.” 

“I don’t know anything.” 

Just as you spoke, Jungkook came into your view walking on the path that intersected with yours. A classmate you know as Crystal was walking beside him, her words falling on deaf ears as Jungkook was not paying much attention to her. He looked up and you locked eyes again. His blank and cold expression was replaced with a warm smile and he even went so far as to wave at you. You hesitated, but quickly lifted your hand and waved back. Before you could warn him, Jungkook collided with a student on his path because he was looking at you and the cold expression was back again. By now you stopped walking and just watched the scene play out. 

“Watch where you’re going, yeah?” he grumbled at the boy. The opposite student was speechless and hurried off without an answer. Jungkook looked back up at your slightly shocked expression and a quick look of regret flashed across his face before he took off in a fast walk, Crystal struggling to keep up with him. 

“But this isn’t different?” Camille asked with almost perfect timing. You glare at her before continuing your walk. “No. It’s not. And if it is...so what?” 

“So what? You’re hot, he’s hot. You’re both popular, you would be so good together. You know you guys have more things in common than you think. Jimin told me he loves singing and video games, too! Everyone on campus would be so jealous.”

You stop in your tracks once again, realizing what Camille wasn’t saying.

“Are you and our friends trying to set me up with Jeon Jungkook behind my back?” You ask seriously. Camille froze, her head snapped up and her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“Um...not in so many words.” You raise your eyebrows at her accusingly and she breaks. “When you put it that way it seems bad, okay—” 

“Don’t bother.” You offer as the two of you begin to walk again. You actually began to feel a sort of pull towards Jungkook recently, but ignored it because: “He seems like a bad boy type anyways.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself? I hear he’s not actually like that and you never know, you might like it. You’re nineteen and you’ve never even had a boyfriend before.”

Because a werewolf girl dating a human boy would never work. 

“Thanks for the reminder Camille, I’m aware.”

“Look, you’re going to the basketball house party this weekend right? He’s gonna be there. Why don’t you give it a chance?” Her question is only met with silence.

“At least talk to him. Get to know him more. And then you can judge for yourself.”

“Fine. But only because you won’t leave it alone and he is really hot.” You finally gave in. Camille laughed and shouted in triumph. “Thank you. I just want you to find some happiness, you know? And who knows maybe he’s the one.”

The weekend has finally arrived and you really needed a break from studying and work so you dressed to impress and came ready to have a good time at the basketball house on Saturday night. As you approached the house, the many drunk bodies on the porch all greeted you by name, whether you knew them or not, they were all very excited for your and Camille’s arrival. It was the team's captain, an upperclassmen named Yoongi, who opened the door to the house and welcomed you into the crowded living room. “Y/N! Camille! You’re here!” He drunkenly shouted, making both you and your best friend laugh. “Hey, Yoongi! How’s it going?” You asked him, having to talk directly into his ear to be heard over the music. 

“Great! Let’s get you girls some drinks though! Have whatever’s in my fridge ‘cause I love you guys and if you run out of booze, come see me.” He walked you both to the kitchen with his arms around your shoulders. 

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary Yoongi, but thank you anyway.” Camille said, giving Yoongi a kiss on his cheek. You did as Yoongi said and helped yourself to whatever closed, untouched beverage caught your eye in Yoongi’s fridge and once you felt just tipsy enough, you and Camille hit the makeshift dance floor and grabbed everyone’s attention as usual. After a few more songs and a few more drinks you were feeling a bit beat and suddenly wanted a place to lay down that was quieter. Seeing as you were separated from Camille and weren’t in the position to use the best judgement right now, you decided to travel upstairs and find a nice bed to fall into for the time being.

You stumbled through the wide hallways of the house and settled on the third door on the left. You swung the door open, laid eyes on the large freshly made bed and prepared to flop belly first on top of it, but you noticed a person sitting in an armchair near the window. You straightened yourself up as much as you could at the sight to realize it was Jungkook. 

“Hi.” Your hoarse voice spoke quietly.

He wore an expression of pleasant surprise and cleared his throat before speaking. “Hi.”

You shook your head in embarrassment and scrambled for an excuse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in here. Yoongi usually says the second floor is off limits.” 

“Then why are you here?” He asks playfully. 

“We’re good friends and I thought he wouldn’t mind.” You play off innocently. “Why are you here?”

“Same.” Is all he said before a silence came over the two of you.

“Well, sorry again. I’ll just go.” You go to leave, but Jungkook stands and reaches in your direction.

“Wait!” He said. You step back into the room again and face him. “Stay.” He said hopefully.

“Why should I do that?” 

“Because these parties are not my style and I could use someone to talk to.” He settled with a smile. The pull you felt for him was making itself known and at this point you couldn’t leave now even if you wanted to. 

“Okay.” You shut the door, make your way to the bed and face him. Once you were closer to him, you got a proper whiff of his scent. There was the pleasant waft of fabric softener and his expensive cologne, but the coaxing aroma of cedarwood and lavender practically called to you in a refreshing and comforting way. You couldn’t for the life of you begin to understand the feeling, but if being this close to Jungkook brought it on, then that’s what you would do. 

“So, if these parties aren’t your style then why do you always come to them?” You ask curiously. 

He sat back down in his chair and took a swig from his beer. “Because my friends come and I have nothing better to do on a Saturday night.” He flashed his bright, perfect teeth and you let out a nervous giggle. 

“Seriously?” You asked, not knowing whether you believed that answer. “You’re not even with them, you’re in here by yourself.” His smile slowly morphed into a thoughtful line and he let his head fall to stare at his fidgeting fingers in his lap. 

“There was no one there that I wanted to see.” He said quietly. 

“But there was someone up here that you wanted to see?” You said sarcastically with a laugh.

“Well there wasn’t before, but there is now.” He looked up with a timid smile and your breath caught in your throat for a split second. You cleared your throat and decided to change the subject due to how warm your insides suddenly became. He doesn’t seem all that bad, maybe you should actually get to know this guy.

“So, while we’re here, avoiding the rest of the world, maybe we could...get to know each other better. I feel like we barely talk.” You offered, following through with Camille’s request. You were suddenly aware of how heavy your head was. Your weighted eyelids dropped and the world went dark before Jungkook was suddenly back in your sight once more, looking pleased with your previous words. It was obvious you were still pretty intoxicated and needed to carefully monitor what came out of your mouth.

“Um, okay. Yeah, uh...what kind of music are you into?” He laughed at his own question, probably thinking it wasn’t interesting enough. But music happened to be your favorite thing to talk about.

“Oh, I listen to everything. I am lacking a little country and heavy metal on my playlist, but I’m sure it’ll pop up sooner or later.” You shrugged.

“So you’re, like, legit.” He gathered his thoughts aloud. 

“As legit as they come.” You responded, earning a laugh from Jungkook. The sound was enough to warm your insides ten fold. The two of you went from one topic to the next, sharing your likes and dislikes. You were being respectful of each other's opinions, but the playfulness was still in full effect. Jungkook even moved from his chair and joined you on the bed to sit beside you so that your knees were touching and your legs dangled over the side. 

“You can’t honestly sit here and tell me that Far Cry: Primal is better than Far Cry: New Dawn.” You accused, genuinely shocked. 

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” He defended. 

“Well—No! Just no. New Dawn’s gameplay and story is so much better.” 

“That is a lie and I won’t stand for it.” He crossed his arms and put on his most serious face. 

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” You bated him, leaning forward so that your faces were closer than before. You couldn’t justify your actions, not hardly. All you could think about was Jungkook’s irresistible scent filling your nostrils this entire time and clouding your judgement. Along with the alcohol of course. 

Jungkook’s eyes flickered with understanding of your new intentions and his eyes moved back and forth from your lips to your alluring eyes before he too shortened the distance between you. He reached out to cup your cheek and you instinctively leaned into the warmth of his hand. He guided your mouth to his and it felt like a flame was ignited inside of you when your lips touched. Both of you released small moans of pleasure while exploring each other’s mouths. Hands began to wander and you could feel Jungkook guiding you onto your back as he climbed on top of you, your lips still connected. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and let out a whimper when he began to suck on the skin beneath your ear. 

His hand glided up your torso and stopped carefully over your breast. He lifted his head from your neck to look into your eyes. “Is this okay?” He asked barely above a whisper. You quickly nodded your heavy head. You had never experienced anything like this, but it felt good and natural so who were you to refuse? You had to admit you were pretty excited about how this night was turning out. 

Jungkook continued to fondle your breasts through your shirt and kiss you breathless, the two of you slowly grinding into each other all the while, legs tangled together. Your skirt riding up as you ground your heat into his jean clad thigh, instinctively seeking your own pleasure from him. To your disappointment, Jungkook pulled away to press his sultry lips to your exposed torso while making meaningful, heated eye contact with you. As if he were asking permission to keep going lower. You didn’t need any convincing. Jungkook was so intoxicating and you were so turned on that you didn’t want to say no to him. You wanted to experience what all your friends already have and spoke so highly of so you nodded at his silent request. 

He only looked back down and rolled your skirt up to your waist in response, revealing your black joe boxer panties. He caressed your thighs before gently pushing the fabric to the side, his breath wafting over your core and sending a chill up your spine. He spares one more heated glance at your eyes before licking a delicate stripe against your clit causing your breath to hitch and your body to jerk slightly. 

“You taste so good.” He suddenly rasped. All you could do was nervously giggle and cover your face out of embarrassment. His kisses and licks against your sensitive clit turned rougher and more driven so that your back was arched and your hands were fisting the sheets of the bed. 

You were a moaning mess at his mercy and your head swam with alcohol and the pure bliss that came from Jungkook’s mouth. The feeling of flying. He suddenly inserted a finger inside of you, only adding to the white heat surging through your veins right now. You instantly place your hand on his head and give his shiny hair a gracious tug. He then moans into your clit at the feeling making you lose it even more. 

He adds a second finger and moves his hand even faster while he continues to eat you out like a man possessed. “Oh, f—sss. Jungkook.” You whined, feeling your abdomen and your muscles tighten around Jungkook’s fingers. You knew your orgasm was fast approaching and you were desperate for Jungkook to give you what you needed.

The pleasure Jungkook was giving you was too good to be true. This was the kind of thing you only thought you could experience with your future mate. Your eyes suddenly shot open and you were thrown out of your euphoric stupor. You shouldn’t have let this happen, you should have been strong enough to resist temptation to save yourself for your soulmate. 

But it was too late, your orgasm slammed into you with a force that knocked the wind out of you. You forgot how to breathe and your whole body tensed with violent waves of pleasure. You let out a broken cry and unknowingly clamped your legs around Jungkook’s head, who was still very persistent in his actions, hands and tongue never letting up through your orgasm. You had to pry him off of you once you got too sensitive to take it anymore. 

“Jungkook, stop, stop, stop, stop.” He finally got the message and sat up again. Your juices covering his mouth and chin, which he wiped away slowly and smeared on his jeans. You both attempt to catch your breath, you especially, before you wordlessly adjust your panties and fix your skirt. You then positioned yourself at the edge of the bed beside Jungkook as you were before.

An awkward silence hung between you before Jungkook spoke. 

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, looking down. Your head whipped in his direction at the query.

“What? No! No. That was...amazing. I just..I guess I just wasn’t expecting all that. It was my first time.” And you’re human. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought...we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He reassured you. You let out a heavy sigh and grind your teeth at his words.

“Thanks, but...I don’t think we should do that anymore. Or anything like that.” You all-but whispered. His eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked to the side in confusion. 

“Wait, w-why? I thought—” 

Because, sadly, you’re not my mate!

“I just think maybe we might be better off as friends. I’m really sorry about this.” You said as you hopped off of the bed and put your shoes on while he sat frozen in one position. You place your hand on the door handle and open it before stopping and risking looking back at him in this state.

Not knowing what else to say, you said “I’ll uh, see you in class on Monday. Bye” and closed the door swiftly, scurrying down the stairs and rejoined the party. 

Monday came sooner than you had hoped and you weren’t ready to face Jungkook. You met up with Camille for lunch in between classes at the café. While you ate, you kept thinking about how you would have to man up and soon because you spotted Jungkook enter the café and without meaning to, you locked eyes with him. You froze, but held eye contact out of fear. Whatever he did next, you deserved for what you did last night, you thought. To your immense surprise, Jungkook dropped his permanently cold gaze, smiled a friendly smile and waved at you. You didn’t waste anytime smiling and waving back, hoping that last night wouldn’t get in the way of your friendship. 

He made his way to the register and ordered. He leaned against the wall of the waiting area and pulled out his phone in the meantime. He’s keeping his distance, that makes sense, you thought whilst checking him out. While you eye his figure from across the room, you didn’t notice your best friend eyeing you from across the table. You only had eyes for him in that moment. You didn’t try to conceal your staring even as he made his way to the exit. He smiled and nodded in your direction again on his way out and you smiled sweetly back. 

“Okay, did something happen between you two or am I blind? ‘Cause I know it’s not the last one.” Camille asked eagerly. “And where did you run off to during the party? I never asked.” 

You snapped out of it and faced her once again. “Well, I got to know J.K. like you said.”

“J.K.?! Are you guys on a nickname basis now?” She exclaimed frantically. You glared at her, sending her a message to lower her voice. 

“Yes, he said I could call him that. We met up in one of the bedrooms at the party and we talked. Turns out you’re right, he’s not so bad.” A warm smirk graced your face at the memory of your conversations.

“I. Fucking. Told. You. Don’t forget to thank me at the wedding. Never mind, I most definitely will be thanking myself. No need to worry.” Camille babbled. 

“Well, you don’t need to worry because I ruined it before it could even be…an it.” You frowned, aimlessly pushing your salad around with your fork. 

“You wanna tell me what you did this time?” Your best friend rolled her eyes at you from across the table.

“We may have kissed—” 

“You did what?!” 

“Calm down and let me finish!” You whisper-yelled causing her to attempt to gather herself.

“We talked and then we kissed and then we were on the bed and...he may have eaten me out.” You say that last bit at a slightly lower volume.

“WHAT?!” Camille shouts, causing almost every head in the café to turn to her. “Camille, you need to calm down, okay?” You say, not actually giving her a choice this time. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but what?!” 

“Yeah, that happened and it was amazing, but it didn’t exactly end well.” 

“Why? Did he...did he try to force you?” Camille leaned in. Her voice was definitely lowered now.

“No, nothing like that. He was sweet. I just—I ended up leaving because...it didn’t feel totally right. I mean it felt right, I just, I got the feeling that he wasn’t the one.” 

“So you gave up good sex? Boyfriend or not, anyone would kill to have their first time with that guy. Especially that Crystal chick that’s obsessed with him.” The thought of Jungkook with another girl sent a pang of anger through you, but you wouldn’t let Camille see that. It was over, you didn’t belong together.

“Yeah, well no one said anything about murder. Anyway, I backed out, it’s fine. I’ll find my soulmate someday, I’m destined to.” Literally.

“Hey, well if you’re good, I’m good. Now quiz me. I have an exam later.”

Thanks to your encounter with Jungkook, your following class was a lot less awkward than you thought it would be, but you felt the need to apologize one more time.

When class was over, you told Camille to leave without you and you waited outside for him. 

“Jungkook.” You called when you saw his mop of hair leave the classroom among the other heads. His eyes found yours instantly and he approached you.

“Hey, Y/N. How’s it goin’?” He asked with a sunny disposition that you could see right through, now that you were face to face.

“I’m good. How about you?” 

“I can’t complain.”

You nodded, looking for the words to say. “I just wanted to apologize again for Saturday. And thank you for not treating me like dirt today. I really shouldn’t have done any of that.”

He laughed lightly. “It’s all good Y/N. No hard feelings. You just know what you want and if you only want to be friends then that works for me. I think you’re a great girl and I just wanna know you.” He admitted genuinely. You were touched, but you were almost bothered by how okay he was with everything.

“That’s really sweet J.K. Thanks. I’ll, uh, see you around then.”

“See ya.”

Well that was way too easy.

Despite all of your attempts to expel your Jungkook from your thoughts, the boy and his sinful mouth wouldn’t leave your mind. You begin to wonder if you’ve made a mistake with the whole friends thing and it seems there was only one thing left to do. Finally you decided to hunker down and call your mom.

“Hey, sweetie! How are you?” Her bell-like voice flowed into your headphones.

“I’m good, I think. I just called ‘cause I have a question. About our kind.” 

“Oh, I’m all ears, shoot.”

“H-how do you know you’ve found your mate?” You sputter the sentence quickly, hoping you wouldn’t have to repeat it. 

“Oh, honey. Are you seeing someone? And you didn’t tell me?”

“No, mother. It was just a question. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Mmhmm. Tell me about him first, then I’ll answer.” You sighed, realizing you had no choice.

“He’s really nice, and funny and good looking.” Your mother giggled over the phone. “But we only shared a moment. I promise, it’s nothing major. That’s my issue.” 

“Well, it’s not easy to put into words, but I’ll try. It’s like realizing everything you’ve done has led up to that moment. The moment you meet. It’s like gravity is pulling you towards that person, but you do go willingly to them. All you can see is that person and you would do or be anything that they needed you to be.” This all sounded familiar, but there was one thing missing. 

“And they definitely have to be a werewolf too, right?” 

“Of course, you know that. And sometimes you can’t even tell they’re your mate unless you meet their wolf. It’s rare and stupid, but I’ve heard stories and I don’t make the rules.” You laugh at her word vomit and continue to catch up properly. 

“Things have been just a little stressful over here, but nothing I can’t handle.” You told her.

“Well when’s the last time you stretched your legs?” You tried to think back to the last time you actually let your wolf roam free and you couldn’t remember. “I don’t even know.” 

“Well, do! Go down to that creek we found the last time we visited and just run, but make sure no one sees you.” 

“Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks mom.”

“Of course, sweetie. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Night.”

You finally found time in your hectic schedule to get away to the woods near the creek you talked about with your mom. You told Camille you were visiting your family last minute so you wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon, giving you a solid day and a half to yourself and getting back in touch with your inner animal. You parked your car on the outskirts of the woods, grabbed your backpack full of clothes and necessities and made your way into the trees. 

You found a good spot deep enough into the thicket and far enough away from the trail that you were sure you wouldn’t be seen by humans. You hid your backpack in a few bushes and readied yourself for the transformation. 

Even though it’s been quite a while it’s like your wolf knew exactly what to do and you were a light gray, seven foot tall werewolf in no time. You could smell all the scents in the forest. You could hear the trees and the moving water from the creek. But you couldn’t hear any people nearby so you knew it was time to start running. 

You dug your paws into the soft ground, admiring the natural earth before dashing off into the woodland. You felt free of all the worries you came here with and found yourself forgetting all about midterms and professors and projects and you could just be yourself. 

You suddenly stopped on a dime when a familiar scent caressed your nose. Cedarwood and lavender. It was extremely potent and had the collective smell of the forest woven into it, making it one hundred times more appealing. Without your permission, you immediately took off in pursuit of the scent and knew that you wouldn’t stop until you found it. It was calling to you after all, you felt you couldn’t ignore it. 

The closer you got to it, you could hear another set of paws pounding at the earth moving with the same urgency as yours. You thought to stop out of fear of making an enemy, but it wasn’t up to you. You had no free will at this point, your wolf had to find the source of this scent. 

Your body finally stopped when you came to a clearing, face to face with another wolf. It was dark brown and slightly taller than you. Your body immediately makes itself slightly smaller from the amount of confidence that exudes from the dignified looking wolf. He must be his pack’s alpha, you thought. You both stared at each other from across the clearing and that’s when it happened. The words of your mom from before flood your mind at the sight of the brown wolf in front of you. He’s the one, you thought. Once again your feet begin to carry you to him without much thought and the brown wolf does the same. 

You meet in the middle and neither of you hesitate to get familiar with each other’s scents and nuzzle the other, marking each other with that scent as well. You continued this show of affection with your new mate, rejoicing in the fact that the wait was over and you’ve finally found the one you're destined to be with for the rest of your life. 

You are interrupted when you feel a large, wet tongue run up the side of your face. You open your eyes to see your mate with his front legs stretched out in front of him with his bum in the air and his tail wagging back and forth quickly. You understand that he wants to play and you assume the same position, waiting for his next move. Seeing this, he took off into the woods and you instantly chased after him. 

It took longer than you were proud to admit, but you finally got close enough to tackle him to the ground and the two of you sparred playfully, rolling around on the ground and pinning and nipping at each other. You both carried on like this; chasing, playing and nuzzling until the sun went down and came up again and you tiredly walked back to your backpack in the bushes with the brown wolf on your heels. 

Just as you reached your belongings, you heard the footsteps and voices of two hikers. Without thinking, you took off into the forest, as did your mate, but in the opposite direction. You made sure you couldn’t be seen by the hikers and watched as they walked by. But you knew even though they were gone, it was dangerous to be back out in the open at this time. Two humans was enough to cut your roaming time short. Your mate obviously had the same thoughts as you couldn’t smell his scent nearby anymore. 

You shifted back into your human form and got dressed in the bush. Cursing those hikers for scaring your mate off, you got in your car and headed back to campus. You didn’t know when you were going to see him again. The thought depressed you, but you promised to be back next weekend at the same time and tried to stay positive as always. “Back to writing papers and dealing with dealing with dickheads again.” You lamented. 

As if this week couldn’t get any worse, Camille was sick; meaning you would have  go to class and eat lunch and dinner alone, and Jungkook is no longer answering your text messages. He decided you were a shitty person after all, you thought on your way to the local café for your lunch break. As you approach the wall length windows of the café you can see Jungkook sitting at a table right against it with Crystal. Well, there’s your answer right there, you thought venomously. You stop and just watch the two, wondering why this was such a devastating sight when you’re not mated to Jungkook and you’re the one who made him look ridiculous. 

As you were standing there looking like a total weirdo and feeling sorry for yourself, Crystal reached across the table to cup the cheek of an oblivious Jungkook and kissed him on the lips. Your eyes widened in horror and your jaw dropped. The betrayal, no matter how unworthy you were of it, felt like it speared a hole through your chest. You didn’t understand why you were ready to collapse in complete agony over someone who didn’t belong to you, but regardless it felt like he ripped your heart out and stomped it into the ground in front of you. 

Jungkook pulled away almost immediately with a look of disgust on his face and turned to face you instantly, as if he knew you were there. You locked eyes with a stunned Jungkook and took off without a second glance. This was awkward enough, you didn’t need to confront the situation. 

Without warning you begin to feel this crippling guilt and anxiety, even though you didn’t do anything wrong. At least you didn’t think so. You’re distracted by your sudden rush of emotions when you hear Jungkook call your name from behind you. You glance at his desperate, running form before facing forward and continuing on your way. Wherever that was, you didn’t exactly know yet. 

He was faster than you thought because in the next second he had his hand on your shoulder and was turning you to face him. 

“Y/N! Wait, just wait a second. Let me explain okay?”

“Why? What do you have to explain to me? We’re not together.” You finally admit.

Jungkook cocks his head to the side and squints his eyes in confusion. “How can you...do you not remember?” He asks desperately, needing an answer.

“Remember what? The party? Yeah, all too well.” You say ashamedly.

“No.” He said firmly before thinking aloud. “Was that not you?” He nearly whispered. With your enhanced hearing, you heard clear as day. 

“Was what not me?” You were starting to get a little annoyed now.

“Do you not feel that? That pull?” 

You look at him, floored. “How do you know about that?”

“Have you had any emotions that weren’t yours recently? Strange feelings at least? I have. I could, I could sense you back there—”

“Okay, what? How do you know that?” You asked, getting overwhelmed. There’s only one way he would know a thing like that, but it couldn’t be. 

You allowed him to slowly lean in and take an audible sniff at your neck. “You still have my scent from Saturday.” He said in a satisfied tone of voice, causing you to freeze. 

He continued. “And oranges and rosemary.” Another sniff. “And red oak.” It was all starting to make sense. Lavender and cedarwood. You could suddenly smell it all over him, igniting all your senses. He pulled back so he could look you in the eyes deliberately. 

You looked back with a new fire behind your eyes. You were too blinded by anger to realize that your mate was standing right in front of you. “I knew it was you.” You said softly before throwing yourself into his arms. He laughed freely, wrapping you in his strong arms. 

“You had me doubting myself for a moment.” He said into your neck.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You pull him into a heated kiss to seal the deal of officially finding your mate and it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. But then you’re reminded of why you were in a mood to begin with. You part from Jungkook and slap his shoulder.

“Why didn’t you answer my messages? I thought you were mad at me.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket to show you. “I got a new phone. My contacts didn’t transfer and I wanted to talk to you in person after this past weekend. Took me all of Sunday to put it together, but I finally figured it out. Thank god one of us did.” He said teasing you. You slapped his arm once again. “I wanted it to be more romantic than this obviously, but I guess we can thank Crystal for that.” He said looking up apologetically. 

“Don’t worry about that, if she tries it again I can handle her.” 

“Then let’s get out of here, boss.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks back in the direction of the café.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, my sweetest darling.” He replies.

You cringe before you speak again. “Better, I suppose.”

He laughs loudly. “I could get used to this.”

“Oh, spirits, What have you gotten me into?” You ask the sky jokingly. 

You enter the café and Crystal is still sitting and waiting patiently in the same spot. Her eyebrows raise at the sight of his arm around your shoulders. 

Jungkook stands in front of the table and reaches for his wallet while Crystal watches attentively. Jungkook put some money on the table, said goodbye and the two of you left the café once more. You could see her wide eyes and embarrassed, flushed cheeks through the window as you walked away. Jungkook didn’t look back and that brought an impressed and touched smile to your face. 

“I’m thinking this calls for a celebration. What do you say to skipping class for the rest of the day?” He asked, placing a kiss on your cheek for...incentive?

You think about it. You only have one more class left, Camille wasn’t here to tell you not to and this was pretty worthy of celebration. You finally found your soulmate and you absolutely adore them. It was a good enough occasion for you. “You know what? Fuck it. Let’s skip.” You say with a huge carefree smile. “Whoo!” Jungkook howls with excitement. 

“Alright my lady. How about I actually take you to a way better lunch than the local café?”

“Like on our first date?” You ask sheepishly.

“Exactly.” He says, stopping in front of you on the sidewalk. “Y/N, will you go on a date with me?” 

“I mean, I don’t know. I just saw you kissing some other girl, what’s that about?” You fake cringe. Jungkook sighed and closed his eyes. 

“Please don’t do this to me.” He begged, making you laugh.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you.” You grabbed his hand and you both took off in search of a restaurant that suited both your tastes.

He took you to an Italian restaurant nearby, which happened to be your favorite. “Oh, yeah, Jimin told me you liked it once.” Jungkook said when you mentioned it. You laughed at how naïve you’ve been these past few weeks.

“I still can’t believe our friends really tried to set us up together.” You laughed across the table from him as you waited for your food to come. 

“Haha, yeah, I guess they knew something we didn’t. Man, we really were late to the party.” 

The following three weeks consisted of you and Jungkook making up for lost time and spending time with each other as much as you possibly could. You found out that Jungkook is actually the alpha of his pack, which includes his room mates, Hoseok and Taehyung. They weren’t psyched you were stealing Jungkook away from them all the time, but it was necessary. It made for a true honeymoon phase as your wolves craved the presence of their mate constantly. 

You got excited when he invited you anywhere, both of you knowing that you would always accept. This was partly because your wolves desperately wanted to mate with each other and that fact made you incredibly nervous at times. Thankfully, no matter what form you were in, there was nothing forcing you to do anything, but the feeling would always be there, especially when you were together. 

Despite a close call in your dorm room, you both had gotten pretty good at ignoring it as you weren’t ready for that step and Jungkook was perfectly fine with waiting. You figured it would happen when it was supposed to and when it did, it would be perfect because every experience with Jungkook was. You just wanted to spend as much time as you could together before the semester ended. 

As you both had a test coming up, Jungkook invited you to his campus apartment to study. You jumped at the opportunity to spend the day with him and get some extra help in the course. You both sprawled all your materials on his king sized bed, that you were incredibly jealous of, and sat on opposite ends just focusing on your respective flash cards. 

Both of you would ask the occasional clarifying question or make a joke to break up the tension in the room. You were always comfortable with your mate and vice versa, but the air had taken on a fervent energy that you both noticed. After a while, you began to sweat slightly even though the temperature in the room was perfectly cool. Your eyes glance up at him and away again; you wonder if hanging with Jungkook in his room with his perfectly comfortable bed was the right way to go, especially after what happened last time. Jungkook cleared his throat, getting your attention, which was laser focused on the notebook in front of you to avoid thinking about him taking you on this bed.

“What do you say to a little study break? I’m starting to get a little burnt out over here.” He offered, fanning himself with his shirt. 

“Oh, yeah, me too.” You agreed.

“I’m gonna break out those snacks you brought.” He said getting up and walking to his desk where you left them, stealing a kiss on your cheek on his way there. You smile down at your lap as your heart skips a beat. His sweet behavior still gets a reaction out of you even after all this time spent together and you relished every moment of it. 

Jungkook fetched some chips and candy for the two of you and sat in front of you tailor style. You talk about school and make plans for next weekend when Jungkook leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips. You felt your body temperature rise and that intense need that you’d grown so familiar with in the past few weeks appeared again with a new ferocity. 

Your body leaned right back into his and you savored the kiss before cutting it short, not wanting to lose control. You dropped your head and shook it apologetically. He rubbed your arm comfortingly and gently grasped your chin in his hand, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “Hey, it’s okay.” He uttered.

You look back into his dark brown eyes, wondering what you did to deserve a mate like Jungkook. How blessed you were to end up with someone as generous, charming, respectful, caring, sexy and talented as him. He never failed to act like a complete gentleman towards you and always let you know just how much he loved you, whether it was through words or eye contact or the way he caressed you. 

You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him, how much you were legitimately dedicated to him and that you wanted nothing more than to be with him for the rest of your life just as he has. You wanted to show him how much you truly care for him, how much you understand and value what he has to say, how much you love him. You wanted to show him how good he made you feel that first night at Yoongi’s party.

But you allowed your inexperience and fear of the actual event to hold you back from this stage in your relationship that you both obviously wanted. Why am I so afraid? You thought to yourself. Still lost in Jungkook’s eyes and his touch, your need for him was bordering on feral and growing stronger by the second due to the close proximity. 

What am I afraid of? We’re literally destined to be together, we both love each other, we’re basically mated for life anyway. Why not make it official? Your thoughts raced around in your head as your eyes fixated on Junkook’s soft lips and your body subconsciously inched closer to his. Your breaths were becoming heavier and more noticeable with the silence in the room.

Something in your mind clicked and you were on him in a second, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his lips on yours again. Jungkook obviously had zero complaints as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and returned your less than gentle attack on his lips with just as much passion. You climbed into his lap, your body seemingly on autopilot as you rocked your hips back and forth on top of him slowly causing Jungkook to grunt into your mouth. He lets out a small moan when your mouth finds his jaw and travels down to the side of his neck. Without warning, your canines extended and grazed Jungkook’s skin; a sign that your wolf was ready to claim him as yours for life. 

You realized what you had almost done when Jungkook separated your mouth from his neck and looked into your eyes carefully, searching for any traces of regret most-likely. 

“I’m so sorry,” You rasped out. “I didn’t know I was—” 

“It’s okay.” Your mate assured you, placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing his thumb against it tenderly. “It’s more than alright. I just...Is this what you want?” 

You nod firmly. “I love you, Jungkook. I want this.” You said softly, playing with the silky hair at the nape of his neck. He nods, searching your eyes for doubts for the last time then you were kissing again. This time, you had no intentions of stopping. Jungkook clumsily pushed all of your notes and materials off of the bed with one hand before helping you to straddle him as he lay down at the head of the bed. 

“Oh, I love you too.” He added quickly against your neck. You giggle at the insertion and grab his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. 

“I know, dummy.” You whisper gingerly before pressing your lips to his, hoping that he could sense the passion and desire you felt for him in this moment. He smiled fondly against your lips and got to work on your shirt and bra, vocally praising your body all the while. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He muttered into your skin, hands caressing your entire body. 

You get rid of his offending shirt and toss it behind you without a care in the world as Jungkook’s six pack has stolen all of your attention. As your hands explored the expanses of his newly exposed body, your feral nature returned. You and your mouth made the leisurely trip from his neck to his navel, gladly eliciting the occasional moan from Jungkook. 

When you reached your destination, you helped him remove his pants. But before you could attempt to take off his boxers, he flipped you so that he was on top and immediately began planting kisses all over your body making you squirm in the best way. 

“Jungkook, please.” You whine after he removes your bottoms. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make you feel good.” He breathed directly onto your center, causing you to shudder slightly. Your underwear joined the graveyard of clothes littering the hardwood floor when Jungkook spread your lips and lightly ran his tongue along your clit. You couldn’t help, but gasp and twitch at the brief spark of electricity that his actions brought. He held your thighs open to accommodate his head while holding your hips down right before dragging his tongue against your clit in a much more aggressive manner. 

Your hand instantly covered your mouth out of shocking pleasure. “Oh, fuck.” You mumbled against it. Your eyelids slowly fluttered closed as Jungkook continued to lap at your clit vigorously. It got harder to breathe as he carried on, pulling all kinds of sounds from you, both human and nonhuman. You finally thread your fingers through his now sweaty hair and grip it so that you could properly grind into his face. You could feel his extended canines grazing your flesh occasionally and the idea turned you on further.

“Oh my God, yes, Jungkook.” You moaned, sensing that your climax was well on it’s way. He suddenly slid a finger inside of you, grazing your g-spot, causing your back to arch immediately. “Oh my God, just like that.” You groaned as He inserted another long, thick finger into you, scissoring them this time. 

“Oh, that feels so good, please don’t stop, baby. Please make me cum.” You babbled in your lust filled stupor, hoping that sweet release would come soon. Jungkook focused on finding your g-spot repeatedly and never letting up on your clit, his face was literally buried in your pussy as if he didn’t need air to breathe. The sight in itself was enough to set you off. Your legs shook as you silently came all over your mates face. 

When it got to be too much you finally let go of the breath you were holding and let out a short shriek. Jungkook finally came up for air, continuing to scissor his fingers inside of you to make sure you would be stretched enough for him. He kissed you immediately, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue and lips, but you didn’t mind one bit. 

He separated himself and withdrew his fingers from you to remove his own underwear and find a condom. As he made his way back to you, you sat up and reached for his hard member in your second attempt to pleasure him, but you were pushed back on the bed for Jungkook to situate himself in between your legs. 

He took your chin in between his fingers and stared deeply into your eyes keenly. “We got the rest of our lives for that, but right now, I need to be inside of you.” He growled from deep within his chest, sending even more wetness between your legs. You only nodded showing you understood, sensing that Jungkook was in Alpha mode and just submitted yourself to him, allowing him to do what he wanted to you. 

He brought you closer to him, kissing you breathless while lining himself up at your entrance. 

“Are you ready?” He asked, making heated eye contact, his hand supporting the back of your neck to keep your foreheads pressed together.

“Yes.” You whispered with no hesitation at all. Jungkook inserted himself into you slowly, savoring the divine feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You on the other hand were trying not to let it show how much pain you were in. You felt every inch of him stretch you out, but the kisses that Jungkook peppered all over your face distracted from the pain. 

“You okay?” He panted, placing a kiss on your ear. 

“Yeah.” You decided after the pain dissipated. “Why do you have to be so big?” 

“That’s just what the spirits blessed me with, babe.” He laughed. 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You breathed seductively, reaching down and grabbing his bare ass in your hands, pushing him into you at the new found pleasure. 

You both let out a satisfied grunt and Jungkook continues fucking you at a slow pace, both of you savoring the moment for as long as possible before you both grow impatient and frankly ravenous. 

Jungkook kneeled upright on the bed, his muscles rippling and covered in a sheen of sweat, his face contorted in pleasure above you. He guided you onto his cock at a rapid pace with his strong arms and hands gripping you at the waist, sure to make bruises in the near future. You couldn’t care less about the rest of the world around you, let alone bruises as you stare up at the glorious man above you in awe and adoration. You were both grunting and growling as you chased your highs together. Your inner wolves are nearly satiated from all these weeks of torture, it was so close you could taste it.

“Fuck, Jungkook, I think I’m gonna cum.” You rasp as you fist his sheets so hard that you think you heard a tear. 

He bends down to your ear and growls, “Let go, baby. Come for me. Only for me.” in the most beautifully fucked out voice you’d ever heard and you were seeing stars. You held his waist as close as possible to you with your legs and your eyes rolled back into your head at the amount of electricity running through your veins. In the midst of your mind shattering orgasm, Jungkook attaches his mouth to your shoulder and bites you, marking you as his mate, adding to your pleasure. Your body shook uncontrollably and you could swear you saw white at one point. 

As you were coming down, Jungkook’s thrusts were getting dicey and irregular, giving you a sign that he was close. You grip his face and stare into his eyes passionately.

“That’s it, babe. You fucked me so good. Only you make me feel so good. Now come for me, baby. Give it all to me.” You whimpered.

“Ugh, fuck, Y/N!” He shouted. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and you bit him on the shoulder as he came inside the condom, causing him to groan loudly and gaining you some extra thrusts toward the end as he was coming down. 

The two of you go on to kiss all over each other’s lips, faces and necks lovingly in post-coital bliss until eventually he rolls off of you and you lay side by side under the shredded covers, just staring up at the ceiling. Or so you thought. You turn your head to find that Jungkook is staring at you and you turn to face him. 

“I love you.” He says genuinely with a wistful expression on his face. You reach your hand out to stroke his cheek with a warm smile on your face. 

The sheer size of the strange boy coaxes out a gasp that leaves the offending party chuckling in an animalistic manner, pressing griggles into the tender skin of the throat that continues to be assaulted to mark territory. Even more alongside snarls sending mixed signals of having to be quiet yet wanting to assert dominance by pushing vocals so others can hear who belongs to the wolffish stranger, losing her maidenhead to an extraordinary stranger. 

Digits tangle into long fluffy jet black locks, lashes descending further and further down the rabbit hole firmly shut as speech is reduced to whining like a bitch in heat. ‘F- Fuck, you’re- Ah! S- so big.’

The pace speeds up at the compliment, frantic hips advancing faster in a rougher fashion, pressing hard against the ones becoming bruised for the grandest possible impact.

But also to indicate being not of a normal nature. 

Affected by a beastly season, as becomes clear from a brief look over the shoulder that is quickly made undone by palm wrapping around the back of the neck and forcing it down. A scream flows over in a loud whimper at a new bite that is deeper than they had been till now, the vibrations of dangerously low grunting increasing the pleasure helped by the perverse thoughts which find a voice. ‘Y- You’re a wolf, a- aren’t you? Shit, y- your cock feels s- so good, so big.’

Again, the praise is received by acknowledging perversely proud snarling as the bodily connection is further exploited by the wild lover. More so after being spurred on by the illogical stream of a blabbering mouth, likely acting upon the sounds of the sweetly uttered syllables than their meaning. ‘Y- You gonna knot me? F- Force that big knot i- inside my slick dripping pussy? P- Pump me full, g- give me cubs?’

One final thrust uncaring of not having unravelled brings a new agonizing sensation that is slightly nuanced thanks to the filling spreading sticky warmth, eyes rolling back in pained whimpering pleasure as the hold on tightly held onyx strands slackens. Picking up on the distress of the barely fitting swelling, a big nose nuzzles the heavily marked neck, kindly licking the damaged skin here and there, as the steadying embrace is strengthened. 

Becomes even stronger when burying the face entirely into the side of the throat while contrastingly carefully breaking off the quaint enchantment after a seeming torturesome eternity, thus introducing a new form of discomfort in the shape of warm thick liquid dribbling down thighs.

And the sensation of hot hardened skin being pressed against the behind, trying to prime for reconnecting in a new place. Big calloused palms overtly admire the softness of skin, satisfied grunting nails digging into it to claim ownership again.

Something that would gladly be given were it not for the exhaustion and disappointing toll of being left tethering without falling.

The fear of burning stretching hurt.

‘Pl- Please, n- not there.’

A plead made in vain for the wolf forcefully establishes the bodily union anew searing inch by searing inch, leaving both of us barely breathing in senselessness.

And this time, Body does not accept it at all, the agony making tears stream over flushed cheeks. ‘P- Pull out. I- I can’t handle- ah!’

But the boy of the forest does not care, setting a ruthless pace in the woods that come to be filled with laboured beastly grunts and pathetic sobbing mewls. However, this time there is no biting, only a human face concealing the animal beneath coming close again but not enough for it buries itself between bare shoulder blades, nipping at the skin.

‘C- C’mere.’ Palms trying desperately to ignore the burning passion grown into torment beckon the nameless lover, caressing the cheek naturally leaning into the touch, almost purring. ‘C- Come closer.’

A curious shimmer lies in the winter night irises, which grows significantly when lips properly meet for the first time in a laughably chaste kiss. A wondering rumble is accompanied by a slight tilt of the head, a few obsidian locks draping partially over the wondrous boy’s visage. Evidently, the novelty of the contact leaves behind an adorable wonder.

Which soon makes place for the beast beneath the surface when mouths crash and the merciless rhythm from before is picked up again, reintroducing the pain. Withal, while hips snap ruthlessly hard and fast, it seems to function as a means of distracting from the hurt as well as an enhancement in the primal chase. It is sweet how every time a sob wants to tear itself free, the stranger nullifies it by swallowing it in a growling yet loving kiss, how a proud smirk forms every time lips merely brush as sharp breath is tried to be steadied somewhat though fails when moaning in a paradoxical masochistic concoction.

Or to whisper a desperate plead against, speech breathless with crying. ‘P- Pl- Please, don’t breed. D- Don’t breed me a- again. I ca- can’t handle y- your knot. Pl- Please, please! Plea- Please, s- stop. P- Pull ou- out! Ah!’

Only to have the begging disregarded in a clearly disgruntled manner as the swelling of the wolf’s gratitude is forced in again, fangs sinking into the right shoulder and staying put until the bodily union is deepened as much as possible. That is when they retract and an affectionate tongue licks the wound clean, the gradually soothed pain forming a diversion from the new immensely uncomfortable stretch, Body emphasizing this again and again by trying to fight it or at least adjust - howbeit in vain - to the large shape causing the distress.

Becomes incredibly grateful with relief when it is solely a thick stream once more instead of sensual beastly yet welcomed assault.

Just like the barely conscious hands cradling the odd yet beautiful and touching face of the nameless lover, being gently laid down on the picnic blanket after the physical spell is made undone and purring fills the silence spread by the warm summer breeze.

The scent of the forest and free running wolves would never be experienced again, the boy nevermore seen after slumbering eyes opened a few hours later to find themselves lying on a baby’s blanket functioning as a nest and which was engraved with a name.

Jungkook.

The same name given to the son born nine months after the encounter, wrapped in the same blanket.

The only remnant I will have of the wolf in the woods.

The only sliver of love. 

He gulps and lets you down until your feet touch the ground, catching you when you stagger and crumble. Shaking your head, you let him drape your arm around his shoulder as his wraps around your waist to keep you upright as you make your ways towards the hybrid boy. Your free hand presses against your wound, making you wince at the pain the pressure inflicts.

“Tae what the fuck are you doing?!” Jimin calls from the other side of the hybrid as the vampire leads you to the thrashing boy. The closer you got, the more rabid he became and fought against the restraints from the warlock. He bore his fangs at you, saliva dribbling down his chin as his piercing gold fixated on you. 

“(Y/n),” Seokjin warned but you push off from Taehyung to open your arms wide to wrap around Jungkook. Everyone goes silent, besides the seething hybrid before you. With the warlock distracted, the binding of the roots and branches seize their tightening and reforming, making it easier for the boy to tear himself out from the branches. 

His body was burning up, skin transmitting heat through even his clothes. 

Squeezing your eyes shut as your body shakes in fear and anticipation of the pain that will be his claws sinking into your sides and his fangs ripping away at your neck, you hug him closer and hope that somewhere inside of him is the Jungkook you know. 

“Jungkook!”

The body you’re holding goes rigid in your arms. Fingers mesh and tangle into your hair, a weight pressing against your shoulder with a soft thump. You open your eyes hesitantly to see a mess of brunette curled against you. His breath is warm against your neck, coming out bated and exhausted.

“You’re fucking stupid.”

Your gaze softens as he raises his head slightly to glare at you weakly, “Why didn’t you leave with hyung?”

Gold irises stare back at you, but this time you can tell he’s beginning to control his powers and flecks of his previous blue create a ring around his pupil. He makes his voice sound annoyed but you recognize the gratefulness and relief in the depths of his eyes.

“I couldn’t leave you like that…” you croak breathlessly, knowing truthfully that you didn’t have much of a plan anyway. If Jungkook were to lash out on you while you approached him, you didn’t have any kind of back up plan to get the heck out of there before he could tear you to shreds.

Instead of replying, he shook his head as the others sigh in relief. You however, feel the adrenaline leave your system and you fall against the hybrid boy who is quick to hold your weight up against his body. The boys call your name in vain as you lean further into his quivering body. They call out to you but you’re not sure who it is anymore. The voices drowning into a single tune as the pain finally engulfs you.

When you come to again, you recognize the smell of the sheets as Jungkook’s musk, opening and closing your eyes as you reminisce him holding you after your dark magic episode. Without even having to open your eyes, you can feel the dull ache in your side where both Minerva and Jungkook tore into. It seems to pulse in response to your thoughts and you sigh, wondering if he was okay and what happened after you succumbed to the pain and blood loss.

It’s not until you feel a lick to your face that spans nearly the whole length of your head, do you realize you’re not alone in the room. Wiping the saliva from your face, you glower at the source of the slobber to be met by a familiar tawny wolf. He sits idly at the feet of the bed, tail swishing from side to side languidly. The roof is tall enough to handle a six foot wolf, but you wondered why he appeared in his wolf form. 

After the lick, Jungkook doesn’t dare to touch you anymore, but he does allow you to pet him on his head albeit hesitantly. 

You wonder if he’d been traumatized by the state you were in at his hands. He hadn’t bitten you or anything, so that much he should be relieved for. What kind of monstrosity you would be as a werewolf-vampire-witch. Okay, thinking about it now seemed pretty cool.

The boys, however, they probably wouldn’t think it would be cool.

Huffing, you turn over to lie on your belly, overlooking the end of the bed where Jungkook is curled on the floor. You’re careful to not aggravate your dressed wound on your side, the poor thing had been reopened and closed so many times you wonder how you’re alive and not in severe pain. Pushing the thoughts away , you seek out his eyes and they flash blue upon contact. You loved his eyes. Further scrutinization allowed you to confirm the specks of gold that contrast from the sea of blue, but they appear like stars within a galaxy and you feel compelled to gaze further despite his growing discomfort at your silence. 

“S-sorry…” you admit meekly, burying your nose against the comforter to hide your burning cheeks, “I just really love your eyes…”

His tail stops wagging and you can already tell what’s on his mind.

“I know… before you say anything… er well technically I can’t communicate with you in that form… I don’t care about what you are: killer, monster, mutant.” At this point, you’re wringing the blankets underneath the death grip of your nervous hands. “If I were completely honest, you and I both are mutants in one way or another… but aside from that… I trust you Jungkook and what happened last night was not your fault.”

His eyes are sad as they focus on you, allowing you to place a comforting hand over his head. The brush of his fur is soft against the pads of your fingers, they leave behind a tingling warmth in their wake as you smooth your hand from the top of his head to the beginning of his back. He welcomes the caresses, pressing his head against the push of your hand with a soft keen that you almost don’t catch.

Petting him like so is calming for you, it makes you relax and feel drowsy again. With a yawn, you smile sleepily at the wolf, “Did I mention your eyes are super pretty?”

“I hope you’re not beating yourself up over last night…”

When it’s obvious that you dozed off, his bones crack and meld, steam rolling off of his body as his wolf body turns into his human form. Rising from his crouched position on the floor, he grimaced and raised a hand to hold yours that’s still outstretched over the edge of the bed. Body tensing, he’s reminded of the fear and shock that took hold of your eyes. He could feel the blood on his hands and yet you still gave him that look of determination that you still trusted him no matter what. His cheeks grew warm as he forced his hand to graze the tops of your fingers. His heart just about bursts at the electricity that arises from barely a touch of your skin. 

“Stupid girl,” his eyes soften, blue melting into their original chocolate brown. 

A cough from the doorway causes the wolf to flinch and jump away from you abruptly. Namjoon leers at him with a knowing smirk, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m not gonna question why you’re like that,” he starts off, motioning with his hand so not to glance down at his obviously bare body, “But if I were any of the others, they would not let this down.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn in embarrassment, retracting his hand to cover his face and turn around to find clothes, he knows he’ll end up turning again before you wake up anyways.

“I didn’t mean to intrude on whatever that was, but Seokjin-hyung told me to check in on you both.”

The younger pursed his lips as he slipped on a white tee and dark joggers, glancing at your sleeping form, “She seems fine… I just… I don’t think I’m ready to face her like this after going berserk on her like that…”

The vampire clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he approached the boy to pat him on the head, “Don’t think like that.” His eyes focused on you before smiling, “She’s a bright girl, I’m just surprised that she managed to calm you down… It’s been so long since you lost control like that…”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he remembered the last time he’d gone berserk like that. There were only two times he’d lost control over suppressing the vampire gene inside him, he wanted nothing to do with either of them. Hurting you like this only made him hate himself, especially when you were someone - as much as he hated to admit - he imprinted on. 

“I don’t want to think about it..” He pouts, turning away while swatting the elder’s hand from his head, “I didn’t want her finding out what I am…”

“What makes it any different if she didn’t know anything?” the other asks, watching as you turn over onto your back in your sleep. 

“She won’t have any reason to hate me.”

The reply makes Namjoon sigh in exasperation. He almost wants to smack him upside the back of his head. “You’re being ridiculous.”

The wolf shakes his head, body going rigid when he notices your eyes flutter and quickly takes his wolf form. Nudging his clothes underneath the bed, he glares at the vampire snickering at his actions.

“Oh, Namjoon, what’s up?” You yawn groggily when you feel his presence nearby. Recognizing the wolf seated by the bed, you smile and beckon Jungkook closer.

“Seokjin just wanted me to check up on you, he prepared food for you if you’re up for it,” the vampire answered as you pat the canine atop his head, his ears flattening as he leans into your touch. He frowned at the interaction between you both, wondering why Jungkook was still trying to keep you at an arm’s length away from him. Obviously not physically but still… what was left to keep from you when so much has gone down between you both? It frustrated the others to see the boy keep you away from him when he’s obviously imprinted on you.

“Don’t mind the mutt,” He teases with a flash of gold glossing over his eyes before quickly returning to their original mocha hues, “It’ll take some time, but I’m sure he just feels guilty for putting you in a dangerous situation.”

As the vampire turns, you feel denial bubble up from your throat. Before you can think about it, you lurch forward to catch him by his elbow. He turns with an amused quirk of his brow, and you feel small under his piercing gaze. You don’t necessarily interact too much with the leader of the pack, but he’s more intimidating than he lets on. You find he can be all cuddly and soft around the boys, but it’s no wonder he’s the leader with such a piercing gaze as his even without showing his true colors.

“Um… Jungkook isn’t at fault… I was the one who told Jimin and Taehyung that I wanted to stay instead of being moved to safety… If anything, I was the one being reckless…”

The vampire can only smile kindly, showing off the dimples that dip on either sides of his cheeks.

“I’m aware, but if it weren’t for you staying there, Jungkook wouldn't have calmed down as quickly as he did,” the elder admitted with a cheeky grin, scratching his cheek lightly, “The last time he’d lost control wasn’t looking very pretty for the others..” He caught Jungkook growling over your shoulder and he laughed it off without a care, “I guess I’m saying too much, please come down for breakfast, the others were worried sick you know.”

You glance down at the wolf staring at you, his blue eyes a swirling myriad of guilt and sadness as he waits for you to make a move off the bed. Sighing, you smile vaguely as you reach over the side of the bed to brush your fingers once again over his tawny fur. His hair is soft and silken almost, you wonder if this is how his hair in human form also feels like. 

“You did nothing wrong, Jungkook,” you whisper softly, watching as he lets out a soft whimper of disapproval, “It’s amazing how much self control you have to be honest… I’m always injured and bleeding all over the place around you.”

He merely blinks back at you silently and you laugh quietly at yourself.

“Well… I suppose you’re not planning to transform back to human form anytime soon, shall we eat?”

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You take a few days off school to recover from your wound, and during that time, you study harder on wielding your magic and siphoning skills. As you finish off the day with skimming through a textbook about herbs and flowers that could be used within different spells and potions, you hear the soft movement of the grass and subtle snaps of fallen branches under someone’s weight. Glancing up from your page on Jimson Weed, you smile at Taehyung as he takes a seat beside you. 

“What brings you out here?” You ask good naturedly as he glances over your shoulder to peer down at the herb you’ve been reading over.

Shrugging, he kicks back to lean against the trunk of the tree you’re sitting under. 

“Nothing much, you looked lonely out here so thought I’d provide a little bit of company… at least as much as I can before Kook comes out and rips my head off.”

“He still refuses to hang around me in his human form,” you pout, wondering if the boy still felt guilty about nearly killing you after the reanimation fight. Was it not proven enough that he wouldn’t harm you when he was able to change back after you confronted him. 

“Can’t blame him,” Taehyung smiles slightly, his fingers running through his ashen hair as he glances at you from the corner of his eyes, “He despises the vampire blood that runs through his veins.”

You wonder how he became a hybrid in the first place. Why did he despise it so much? Why were his eyes blue? Too many questions and yet you felt like you didn’t have a place to ask him such personal questions.

“You’re right,” the vampire says, blatantly sharing that he was reading your thoughts loud and clear, “I’m sure that mutt will tell you one of these days.” He stays silent for a moment before shifting to turn towards you, his mouth spreading into a wide grin, “But I’m not here to talk about our cute maknae.”

“I’m interested in you,” he claims unabashedly, “You, a siphoner, who everyone thought was a human who had a nose for trouble! But look at you, a lineage of dark magical arts running through your veins, even with your memories blocked, you perform magic like you’re breathing.”

“Why is that?” He hums, his eyes flashing gold as he taps your head with his index finger, “You’ve managed to render Seokjin-hyung speechless with your control, and yet he fears that your muscle memory of the dark arts has him fearful of letting you continue to go further.”

“Aren’t you a little curious about what’s locked away in that brain of yours? What did the Blackwells want to hide from you?”

It was truly tempting, and Taehyung could already sense that as he grins. His mouth spreads to reveal his growing fangs, eyes burning gold just like Jungkook’s. His elongated nails spread apart to touch your forehead and each cheek carefully. 

“Shall we take a look?” He says as your head tilts back and your eyes cloud with a golden film over them.

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