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[SKZ Imprinted] Minho: One-Eighty (Part Three)

Anonymous asked: Queen, give the people what they want, and that would be minho’s imprinted part. 3! Make it dramatic, make it life changing, give our boy some peace. Thank you for all the amazing writing 💕

Characters: Minho x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, werewolf hunter au, hurt/comfort, lots of angst, violence, guns, shooting, blood, mentions of possible death and one mention of possible suicide but nothing happens, fluff at the end i swear!!!! (it’s about time huh lmao)

Word count: 4,698

Summary: You’ve done everything you possibly can to try to make it up to Minho and his pack, but at this point, you’re not sure if you can come back from what you’ve done.

a/n: things in bold are in english. also i hope this was very dramatic and life changing <3

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You were on the couch when Elsie got home. She trudged in and kicked off her boots at the door like always before going to the couch and flopping down beside you with a long sigh.

“You were gone for a while,” you noted. “What’s wrong?”

Elsie just shook her head as it laid on the back of the couch, closing her eyes, “You don’t wanna know.”

“Well now I really want to know,” you scoffed.

“Look, _____, I love you, but I know you’ll wanna do some stupid shit when I tell you so it’s better--”

“If you’re keeping something about Minho from me--”

“It’s not about Minho, dude! Drop it,” she insisted, rubbing her face with her hands.

You stood from the couch, hands balling at your sides as you demanded, “It either has to do with Minho or Jungkook, and I wanna know what, so tell me right now, Elsie!”

Elsie cracked her eyes open and looked at you. She considered her options, unsure what you might do if she kept this from you, so she asked, “What if I don’t?”

“I’ll go find out alone,” you stated lowly, “and you can’t stop me.”

It was hard for Elsie to admit she wasn’t at least a little bit concerned for the pack when she left Seungcheol’s. But your sister was more concerned about keeping you safe over anyone else -- including the younger wolf she’d gotten not admittedly fond of, or her ‘mate’ who she was still trying to figure out. However, she knew you’d be hellbent on escaping the apartment to figure out what was wrong, and even though she was older and more experienced than you, she wasn’t sure if she could keep you trapped in the apartment all night. Plus, if anything did happen to Minho and you found out that you could’ve done something if Elsie had warned you, she knew you’d never forgive her.

With a groan, she put a hand to her forehead like she had a headache, “Tae got Chan.”

Your eyes widened as your heart sank, “What?!”

“I guess Tae was dating Aeri but she dumped him for Chan, and--”

“That’s why he skipped town?!” you realized. “Oh my god...he was dating Chan’s mate?! Holy shit--!”

“Alright, you wanted to know so bad, so can you focus?” Elsie interrupted, lifting her hand and looking up at you. “Chan’s pack is going after him, and they went to Bomi for help, but all she’s doing is helping them get in. They’re on their own after that.”

“Elsie, they’re going to die!” you cried.

“I don’t think Kookie’s with them, so maybe--”

“It doesn’t matter, you know how Namjoon and them are! Half of them are literal demons, they’ll--! ...Els...”

When you stopped panicking suddenly, Elsie got nervous. She stood and looked at you with concern, “_____...?”

Your eyes had focused elsewhere while you thought, but then they met your sister’s with a very slight grin, “Didn’t you get that angel blade off the market?”

Her eyes narrowed, “How’d you know about my angel blade...?”

Your smirk grew wider, “You’re either going to give it to me, or you’re going to bring it with us.”

“What does that mean?”

“Either you’re coming with me or I’m going alone.”

“_____, that’s literally insane. That’ll be the second time I’ve broken a treaty, and we’ll get double hell for it because it’s both of us. No way we’re making it out alive, and I--”

You gripped your sister’s arms tightly, “Will you stop trying to protect me?! I’m a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? And I already almost got Minho and his pack killed once. Els, I have to make it up to them. I need him to forgive me!”

Elsie studied you silently for what felt like forever, and you felt like time was ticking faster and faster with each passing moment. You stared into each others eyes, you waiting for her to respond, and her wondering what to do. Did she try to keep you safe, or did she let you try to redeem yourself but probably die trying?

-

Jeongin shifted, and that was when all hell really broke loose. As second in command while the alpha was subdued, Minho was doing his best to keep it together while also protecting the rest of his pack, but there was so much going on. Despite having less members than the pack, the hunters were just too strong and had too many weapons to use against them. Still Minho kept fighting until--

Bang!

The gunshot that boomed through the room took everyone by surprise, and all eyes turned to see what had happened.

“Chan!” Aeri cried as the alpha’s eyes widened and he sunk to the ground despite his mate’s best efforts.

Jeongin let out a howl and a growl ripped through Minho’s chest as his eyes zeroed in on the hunter with the gun. He yelled as he ran as fast as his legs would carrying him, throwing all his weight into the hunter, and they rolled to the ground together. Maybe this was a losing battle, but they would absolutely die trying to either get their alpha out to get the help he needed, or avenge him.

But suddenly, the lights turned off, and emergency red lights turned on. An alarm blared that made Minho flinch from the noise level hurting his ears. The hunters were clearly panicked, the one Minho had tackled scrambling to his feet as he asked their leader what to do next.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Minho turned to look, and--

‘_____.’

He just knew it was you under that helmet as you aimed your gun and fired at the first hunter you saw. The other figure -- he could tell was your sister now that he was focusing on you and not fighting the hunters -- pulled out a shiny blade from her holster and lunged at one of the hunters, who disappeared and reappeared elsewhere in a puff of smoke.

“Joon, they’ve got an angel blade!” they shouted.

‘Angel blade? Aren’t those for demon hunters?’ he thought to himself.

But knowing it was Elsie, he somehow was surprised she owned one.

Another gunshot went off, and his focus went back to you and never left you. You had aimed at someone else, and judging from the cry of pain, you didn’t miss. He hardly noticed the hunters deciding to retreat, and doing so by teleporting away. All he could focus on was you, his mate, who he hadn’t seen for way too long.

His brothers cowered in fear at the two strangers, but Minho stared like you were an angel coming to rescue them. Despite feeling indifferent toward you, now that you were in front of him after so long, he’d get down on his knees in front of you if you told him to.

“Demon hunters,” Changbin explained when Jisung had asked just who the hell these people were. “They’re the only people to have angel blades.”

Minho shook his head, barely letting out a, “N-no... That’s... No...”

Seungmin narrowed his eyes slightly as he took a step forward, recognizing his mate as well, “Elsie?”

Elsie lifted her helmet and tossed it to the side before letting down her hair, but Minho’s eyes were stuck on you. And even though he couldn’t see your eyes behind the shield, you had finally noticed his gaze. You were beyond nervous, but he could tell. He heard the quick thud of your heart as the two of you just stared at each other wordlessly, ignoring your sister and Seungmin going back and forth.

When Elsie tried explaining that it wasn’t her idea to show up, and Hyunjin wondered what exactly happened then, Minho finally got up and moved forward. His eyes stayed on you as he stopped in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your helmet. Slowly, he lifted it and met your eyes. His heart melted then and there, though he didn’t show any emotion other than awe like he had been. You, however, definitely looked nervous, but you still couldn’t peel your eyes away from him. It was like the two of you were in a trance.

You barely heard Felix breathe out, “Holy shit...”

“Can we focus here?!” Changbin demanded.

And then the pack was in full-on panic mode as they rushed to their alpha.

“_____...” Minho said your name as a breathy whisper, gently brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Minho,” your voice was soft but full of relief, feeling this must be a good sign. You reached up for his face, “Minho, I--”

With his hand that touched your face, he quickly grabbed your hand -- his grip with soft, but the speed almost startled you -- and held it so you couldn’t touch him. His eyes closed as he told you, “You need to go home.”

Your eyes that shimmered with hope were dull again as your heart sank, “But Min--”

“Go,” he said more forcefully, but his voice was still soft. “Please.”

Then he dropped your hand, turned away from you, and strode over to his alpha.

-

“Hey,” Hansol rushed through the door with Kira helping Jamie in behind him, “is everyone okay? Did they make it back?”

“Everyone’s safe,” Seungcheol reassured him.

“Chan almost died,” Soonyoung stated like he was telling Hansol the weather outside.

Hansol gave him a weird look before looking to the younger pack on the couch, “Are you guys okay?”

“Shaken up, but...” as Felix trailed off, he looked at Minho who was sulking on the floor at the end of the couch, “...mostly okay.”

Hansol nodded his head toward the upset wolf, “What happened?”

“Elsie and _____ showed up,” Seungmin sighed. “I don’t think it helped him mentally all that much.”

Hansol’s eyes widened, “Are they okay?”

“They went home,” Seungmin nodded. “I hate to admit it but they did basically save us.”

“They posed as demon hunters,” Changbin explained as Jamie situated herself by his side. “They pulled their alarm and Elsie brought an angel blade -- no fucking idea how she got her hands on one, but can’t say I’m surprised.”

Jisung looked at Seungmin, commenting, “She’s scary.”

“No she isn’t,” Jeongin scoffed.

“Where’s Chris and Aeri?” Kira wondered.

“Upstairs in Josh’s room,” Wonwoo replied. “Him and Jaehee are staying in the spare room tonight.”

“Is he healing alright?”

“Yeah, he’ll be fine,” Aya assured her.

“So...we’re good?” Hansol checked.

Hyunjin nodded his head toward Minho who still wouldn’t look at anything other than the floor, “Not quite.”

Jeonghan sighed, “I still don’t really understand what the deal is. Doesn’t _____ still wanna be with him? So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is,” Minho snapped suddenly, his hard gaze landing on the older wolf, “that she almost killed my brothers. How am I supposed to just forgive that?”

“I’ll be honest, I’d be kind of insulted if you did forgive her that quickly,” Seungmin admitted with a shrug.

“His mate at least changed her mindset, meanwhile your mate still wants to kill us,” Jeongin stated with an almost disgusted look. “You can’t talk.”

“You’re the one that’s buddy-buddy with her. How can you say she wants to kill us?”

“I think they’re both pretty okay...” Felix shrugged.

“They’re both scary,” Jisung admitted quietly.

“I hate both of ‘em,” Hyunjin stated emotionlessly.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up?!” Minho burst.

“Okay, okay,” Changbin stepped in, holding his hands up to both parties calmly. “I don’t think the bickering is helping Minho’s mood. He’s clearly upset.”

“If you don’t want her to be your mate, why are you so upset that you saw her, anyway?” Hyunjin questioned.

Minho gave his brother a look like he was stupid -- which he kind of was, “I imprinted on her, I can’t un-imprint. I can’t help but love her, but...what she did...”

“I mean, if I could give my two cents on the matter,” Mingyu spoke up shyly. He cleared his throat and moved forward on the couch to speak to Minho. “When I first imprinted on Bomi, she was trying to kill Chan. She was sent to kill him or capture him or something, but she saw me and she felt the pull, and she shot me straight in the shoulder.”

“Yeah, just tell everyone we know, why don’t ya?” she mumbled from the doorway, arms crossing over her chest as she looked away.

“Oh, he’s already told everyone the story,” Seungcheol chuckled.

“I don’t hate you, do I?” Mingyu asked her. “Neither does Chan, right?”

“I kinda did for a while...” Chan muttered.

“But I still accepted you,” Mingyu stated. Then he turned to Minho again, whose expression was starting to soften as he took in the tall wolf’s words. “I knew she felt remorse as soon as she shot me. I saw the look on her face when she saw Chan cry, and I knew she wasn’t bad. Yeah, her intentions were, but she changed. And I knew maybe total change would be hard, but I knew there was hope. For you, you changed her before you were even put in that situation. And honestly, if her going in to face the hunters she worked with just to save you and your brothers doesn’t prove her to you, I don’t know what will.”

“She really did put her life on the line for your guys,” Bomi agreed. “I’ve worked with all of them long enough to know they take their deals seriously. Honestly, the fact they let Elsie off when she broke hers to rescue _____ and you guys is shocking. If they find out that they were the ‘demon hunters’ they retreated from...”

“One problem at a time, please,” Changbin said from where he was sitting beside Jamie again, sounding a little tired.

“Point is, she knows she fucked up, and she’s clearly trying to make it up to you -- all of you,” Mingyu continued. “And, no offense to your pack, but if you love her, you shouldn’t let their feelings stop you from being with her. Chan and everyone eventually came around; your brothers will, too.”

Minho’s eyes went from Mingyu to Bomi, “What were you saying about her brother’s crew?”

“Minho, that’s--”

He held his hand up to Changbin to silence him as he got up from the floor and strode over to Bomi, “How soon do you think they’d figure it out?”

Bomi shrugged, “I-I’m not really sure. I mean, we’ve all been so stressed about Bang Chan that I kinda overlooked that they could get caught... I-I’m sorry, Minho--”

Minho hardly turned to address the room as he said, “I’m going to find her.”

Felix stood, “Minho--”

Seungcheol put his arm out to stop Felix, “Let him go.”

“I’ll go with him,” Seungmin stated as Minho was already out the door. He stood and jogged to catch up.

“What, why?” Jisung exclaimed. “That’s just more of you to get into a bad situation!”

“Well he can’t do it alone,” Seungmin shrugged, turning and continuing to walk backwards so he could talk to the pack. “Besides, wherever _____ is, I’m sure my pain in the ass isn’t far behind.”

Then he turned around and jogged out of the house.

-

Elsie answered the knock, but she already knew who it was. She was in a t-shirt and some shorts, ready for the night despite the fact she knew she wouldn’t sleep at all that night.

When she opened the door, she saw a panicked Minho with Seungmin over his shoulder.

“Where’s _____?” Minho demanded as he pushed passed your sister.

She raised her eyebrows and slowly turned, “Alright, first of all, that’s fucking rude. I know you’re a werewolf but I didn’t think you were actually raised in a cave.

“Second, _____’s not here.”

Minho suddenly whipped around, “What? Where is she? Is she okay?”

Elsie just shrugged, “She said she had to go. She didn’t say how long or what for, and she didn’t say if she’d be back. I can’t stop her from leaving if she doesn’t wanna stick around with me.”

“What the fuck do you mean you didn’t stop her?!” he growled. “What if the hunters find her?!”

Elsie didn’t seem amused by his tone, but she just rolled her eyes and said, “They may seem tough, but those demons shit bricks when there’s even a sign of a demon hunter. They’re not gonna go back to their HQ for a while so they’ll never know it was us -- at least for a few days.”

“What if she does something stupid?!” he continued.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “Then that’s on you, mutt. You’re the one who’s been avoiding her.”

Minho opened his mouth, but nothing came out. She was right. What could he say to that?

“I’ve done my fucking best to try to make her happy again,” she continued, “but all she can think about is you. She cries every. Fucking. Night over you. Her and I risked our lives for your dumb asses, and what does she get? ‘Go home,’ or whatever bullshit. I’m so tired of having to pick up the pieces of my sister’s broken heart that you just keep smashing to smaller and smaller pieces. I’m the one who’s been trying to clean up the mess you made, so don’t you dare blame me if something happens to her. Yes I let her leave, but what am I gonna do? Keep her a prisoner here and try to force-feed her every fucking day? None of this would even be a fucking issue if you just accepted her when she tried to make it up to you. Fuck you, Minho.”

“Okay, alright, he gets it,” Seungmin finally butted in, putting himself between his mate and his brother now that she was standing right in his face and pointing her finger into his chest.

Elsie’s eyes were filling with tears, unsure of what was going on with you now, but she knew that she’d already tried everything. You said you needed to go think, but who knew what you were going to do. Maybe you were going to leave and never come back. Nobody knew, but she couldn’t just keep you in a place you were still unhappy in. She felt utterly helpless and she 100% blamed Minho for it.

Minho looked away from Elsie’s eyes for a moment, staring at the floor.

“I have to find her,” he mumbled.

“Oh, now you want to make it right with her?” she let out a sharp laugh and shook her head. “Where the fuck do you get the audacity--”

“Alright, you need to calm down,” Seungmin said as he had to stop the older girl from trying to get by him to get to Minho. “I know you’re mad at him, but obviously what your sister wants is for Minho to just accept her. You need to let him go after her.”

“I don’t give a shit if he goes after her!” she burst. Her glare was back on Minho, and if looks could kill, he’d have been stabbed 37 times and then lit on fire. “But I swear to god, if you hurt her more, I’ll make damn sure you don’t make it to see sunlight.”

Ignoring his mate, Seungmin turned his head to Minho, “Go. I’ll stay here with her.”

As Minho quickly left the apartment, all he heard was Elsie saying, “I don’t need a babysitter!”

-

Tracking you down wasn’t the hard part. Minho could easily follow the imprinting pull and be led straight to you. The hard part was getting to you. You’d gone so far away already, and he wasn’t sure where you were headed or what the reason was. Thankfully, he didn’t sense that you were in any danger, but he knew that could change at a moment’s notice.

At some point, he began to recognize where he was going. You’d taken some long road trip that ended up circling back to the city he lived in. He recognized the streets, the signs, the buildings, until he got to his own shitty apartment complex. Your car was parked outside, so he went up to the building. He followed the pull all the way up to his apartment, where the door was closed but unlocked. He opened it, only to find the apartment completely in the dark. The blinds were closed, only small slivers of moonlight escaping. But with his perfect eyesight, he could still make you out, sitting curled up on the couch.

He walked over to the couch silently and stood there, waiting. He knew you knew he was there, but you didn’t say anything. All he heard was your breathing as your face was hidden in your knees that were up to your chest.

“_____,” he murmured, “what’re you doing here?”

Finally, you lifted your head. He could tell you had been crying for a while -- and hard, at that.

“What do you want me to do, Minho?” you sobbed.

The way his heart shattered was a physical pain in his chest. He had to grip the arm of the couch just to stay standing as he watched you fall apart at the other end.

“I just wanna take it back!” you blubbered, covering your mouth because you knew your hiccupped sobs that wracked your body were loud, but even muffling them didn’t seem to decrease the volume and only made the severity worse.

You wanted to go back in time and be honest from the start. You wished you knew then what you know now. You wanted to take everything back but nothing you seemed to do to try to make it right worked. And you just had to accept it. But how were you supposed to? How could you just move on from Minho? And what was he supposed to do? Just die without you? Honestly, you’d rather die before he did.

You crawled over to the other side of the couch and looked up into Minho’s golden eyes as he just stared, looking at you with his mouth agape and pity in his eyes.

“Just tell me what to do to fix it,” you begged. “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Minho, I can’t--”

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, burying your head in his shoulder. You held onto him with every ounce of strength you had left, your cries being muffled by his shirt. You hadn’t cried this hard since the first few nights but you couldn’t stop yourself. You were crying so hard you thought you might throw up.

“You’re okay,” he said softly, choking back tears himself. He squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face in your hair, just letting you cry. “You’re okay, _____. I won’t let you go.”

Minho managed to climb over the arm and sit against it on the couch, cradling you in his lap while you continued to cry against him. He rocked you from side to side slowly, quietly shushing your cries but letting you get everything out. You still weren’t sure if he was just doing all of this to tell you there wasn’t a chance, so you clung to him like your life depended on it.

Over time, your cries got quieter, but the tears still kept coming.

“Tell me how to fix this,” you begged in a whisper. “I’ll do anything.”

“You’ve done more than enough, _____,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry I did this to you; I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have any reason to be sorry, but you could only reply with more tears. You felt so stupid for crying so much but you still couldn’t stop. You were scared this was some sort of delusion from crying too hard.

At some point, you felt yourself shift as Minho got his arms under you and moved to stand. He lifted you with him and carried you to the bedroom Changbin and Jamie shared, but he knew they wouldn’t be home, anyway. He laid you down in bed and got right in beside you, tucking both of you under the covers. 

You weren’t sure when the crying stopped or when sleep finally came, but you remembered feeling Minho’s warm lips against your head and forehead every now and then, and soft whispers that reassured you he wasn’t going anywhere.

However, you awoke only a couple hours later to Minho’s soft voice as he murmured to...someone. You assumed he was on the phone because as you came to, your ears started to pick up a quiet voice that was replying but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.

“Yeah, she’s-- Well, she was asleep,” he chuckled softly, and then one of his hands started running through your hair. 

As you laid there slowly waking up and remembering what had happened, you realized you weren’t in his arms anymore, but one was still draped over you. He was also flush with your back so you still had contact with him. But you figured you would’ve noticed if he moved you. You must’ve been exhausted.

“Are you staying there tonight?” Minho asked the person on the phone. “...Is she mad? ...Well, if I die, I die, I guess. ...I will. ...Yeah, let them know we’re good. ...Thanks, Seungmin. ...Bye.

“Sorry for waking you up,” he said softly before pressing a kiss to your temple. He was propped up on his other arm while he was on the phone, but he stayed like that while he talked to you. “Your sister wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I pro--” you stopped to clear your throat, realizing you sounded like shit. “I probably freaked her out.”

“You should’ve seen how pissed she was at me,” he chuckled. “I don’t blame her, but...yeah.”

You rolled over to face him. You couldn’t see the way Minho looked at you, but you kind of hated knowing he could see you. You knew you probably looked like a train wreck.

“What happened?” you asked.

“How do you mean?” he wondered as he brushed hair away from your face.

“With you,” you clarified. “Why’d you...change your mind?”

He let out a chuckle, but it sounded sad. Then he sighed deeply and said, “I never stopped feeling my feelings for you, _____. They never stopped being so intense, either. I just... Did you know about Bomi and Mingyu?”

You snorted, “Of course I do. We thought she got caught but Yoongi found out what really happened. He was pissed but Namjoon said it was a lost cause considering how many there were -- and now plus Bomi.”

“Well, talking with them helped,” he told you, continuing to move his fingers through your hair. “And then I was reminded that your brother might be an issue, and I realized I could lose you...”

“Jungkook wouldn’t hurt me.”

“But when they find out you and Elsie tricked them?”

You shrugged, “I could take him.”

He laughed softly and leaned his head down to press a kiss to the center of your forehead, “Get some sleep. Lord knows neither of us have gotten much of it in a while.”

“Yeah, so you should be sleeping too,” you pointed out.

“I’m keeping watch.”

“I told you, Jungkook won’t--”

“No, I’m more scared of Elsie,” he admitted with another chuckle. “There’s no way Seungmin can control her.”

“You’d be surprised,” you muttered before pulling Minho to finally lay his head down. “Close your eyes.”

“Fine, alright,” he sighed. He moved around a bit with you to get comfortable before he settled and closed his eyes, listening to the beating of your heart. 

The room was silent for a while, and you were almost asleep before you heard him murmur, “I love you, _____. I never stopped and I never will.”

“Cheesy,” you mumbled, but after a pause you replied, “I love you, too.”

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hey kacii boo 💞 i have a request if that’s okay?

hear me out ☝️

a/b/o OT8 skz x omega reader and reader finds out she is pregnant? the boys start noticing her acting different and she accidentally leaves a pregnancy test on the counter, causing the boys to see. When she gets home, the boys sit her down and talk to her about it ending in group cuddles from the boys 🫶🏻

I'm in love with this, truly! ❣ Word Count: 1.9k [I did not mean to type that much] ❣ Warnings: A/B/O Poly! SKZ x Omega! Reader, pregnancy, angst if you squint, mention of birth control, fluff, comfort ❣ Additional Tags: Mentions of Chris being an alpha, Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin being omegas as the only specific pack roles, no clear mated pairings within the pack but it's sort of Chris x Reader centered toward the end

It would begin with the most intuitive of the pack members noticing your extremely slight deviation from your usual routines - Felix.

He was a fellow omega, like Jisung and Hyunjin, but he was the most aware of everyone's trends and habits; which meant it was immediately apparent to him that something was wrong when you start doing small things like wearing pajama pants around the house as opposed to your favorite, work out pajama shorts.

Eventually, the small things he noticed began to grow into big things that the rest of his pack mates would catch onto, such as the way you turned away your favorite snacks when Changbin offered them, or the way you couldn't seem to stand the smell of Seungmin's shampoo though you spent countless nights washing his hair with the same product before. There was even one night where you snapped at Jeongin when he tried cuddling up to you when you least expected it, then immediately started crying because you felt bad.

Since that night you'd resorted to staying in the "guest room", which was simply a spare room for anyone who needed their own space for some time - which was highly disliked by each of your pack mates, but they wouldn't take away your decision.

One day, when you were out running a few errands, Minho was the brave soul who would venture into your temporary room to do a bathroom sweep to clean and take out any trash. What he didn't expect, however, was the waft of an overly sweet scent overwhelming his senses the second he opened the door - nor was he expecting to stumble across a plastic pregnancy test on the counter.

When you walked through the front door, reusable bags in hand, you were met with eight pairs of eyes staring at you, freezing you in place as you stared back with worried confusion.

"Um... Hi?"

The mix of scents usually eased you, but with the thick layer of anticipation and worry threaded throughout, you weren't sure what to expect.

"Kitten, can you come sit with us for a minute?" Minho offered softly as Changbin was the first to stand, walking over to take the bags from your hands and bring them to the kitchen for the time being.

Left with no other choice, you walked into the living room and sat in the empty space between Felix and Hyunjin; Jisung sliding onto the floor to rest against your leg while Jeongin and Seungmin settled against the opposite, before Changbin filled the space behind Hyunjin while Minho remained next to Felix.

Easing into the comfortable, impromptu cuddle puddle, you figured the impending discussion was going to be simple until Chris stood before the group - directly in front of you.

"Love... You know you can tell us anything, right?"

You bristled at his cautious tone, though the feeling of Hyunjin's hand grazing against your own eased your guard. "I know I can - what's this about?"

"You've been acting different lately, and at first we just thought it was because of a period, or a new symptom of your heat coming up, but then you started avoiding food and smells, and isolating yourself from us." Chris tried his best to keep his tone level, to keep the authority that swelled within him at a tolerable value, but his unwavering gaze showed all of his emotions. "Then Minho found this-" reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the same device that had thrown you into a panicked fit, so much so that you had to leave the house for a sudden errand run, "-and it all started to make sense. Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant, love?"

A pang of shame shot through your heart like an arrow, and judging by the disheartened whines from the boys immediately around you, they already felt the shift within you.

"We aren't upset, Jagi," Jisung pouted up at you as he nudged your thigh with his nose, round eyes filled with love.

Hyunjin nodded against your shoulder, bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to the back, "We're just worried about you, muse."

A shivering breath rattled through you as you blinked back hot tears, looking up at the eldest, the head alpha among your unlikely pack.

"C-Chris, I- I don't-" You sniffled, cursing the tremble in your voice, "I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, I swear - I knew something was different but I didn't want to assume anything until I took the test last night and-" Biting back a sob, you felt a soft touch against your cheek - Minho's hand wiping away a stray tear. "I just... I didn't know how to say it so I went out to clear my head and figure out the words to say to you - to everyone because I- I'm not sure who got me pregnant! I didn't even skip my birth control, for fucks sake!"

This wasn't planned - despite a few discussions here and there about the potential idea of introducing pups in the future, none of you had done the true mating bond to solidify who would be the one to directly grow the pack with you, and the stress of it all had pushed you to isolation without you even realizing until you'd moved yourself to the guest room.

"Bunny, please take a breath for us." Changbin pleaded, leaning over so you could have a clear view of his comforting gaze, "You know none of us would be any type of hurt over who's pup you're carrying, not when it's the miracle of you being the one bearing them. It doesn't matter who did it, we'll figure that out when the time comes, all that matters is you being healthy and cared for - no more isolating."

"Bin's right," Chris piped up once more, drawing all attention to him with ease, "all we want to do is make sure you're okay - no matter how sudden this is, I don't think any of us weren't aware of something like this potentially happening. None of this is anyone's fault, none of ours and none of yours, you hear me?"

Nodding softly, you smiled at the subtle sensation of Seungmin squeezing your calf in a hug of sorts while Jeongin nuzzled against your thigh.

Minho cleared his throat softly, leaning forward to take your free hand within his, "I... I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, Kitten - I would never look through your things without you knowing, and I'm sorry for not going to you first."

You squeezed his hand, looking at him with warm, glimmering eyes, "It's okay, Min, I know you meant well - I'm not mad at you at all. Honestly, it would've only been a matter of time until someone clocked it was pregnancy, anyways."

"You do have a new smell, Pup." Seungmin muttered from the floor, Jeongin nodding alongside him.

"Felix thought you were falling out of the pack - Chan had to talk him off the ledge," Jisung laughed, earning a few chuckles from Changbin and Hyunjin at the recollection of the memory.

The blond whined, lips pursed into a pout, "I was worried we did something wrong! I'm sorry I'm the only one who thinks of these things!"

Cooing, you nudged the side of your head against his, "It's okay, Lixie, there's no way I'd ever think of leaving any of you, you guys are my home."

He hummed softly, and you could feel the cuddle puddle slowly begin to set in but there was one final thing missing before you could truly feel at ease with the situation.

Untangling yourself from the tangle of bodies and arms, you made your way toward the eldest who was watching the scene with warm eyes and a soft smile - something he'd taken a liking to doing when he thought he wasn't being watched.

Without a moment to spare, you wrapped your arms around his middle, melting into the familiar mahogany and coconut scent as his arms wrapped around you in kind, securing you in a natural protective hold.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Channie." You murmured into his chest before leaning back to look at him, "And I'm sorry for not saying anything when I first felt off, I genuinely didn't think it could've been this."

"You don't have to apologize, baby, you were only doing what you felt was right at the time." Pausing for a moment, he studied your face slowly, "I know this whole conversation was a lot to throw at you so soon, but I just want to make sure... Are you okay with this? Do you want to have a baby right now?"

You nodded before he could even fully finish his second question, "I'm sure - I know I was scared on how to say it, but I never felt scared about not being able to take care of this baby, not when I have the world's most amazing pack to raise it in."

It was the truth, there wasn't a single doubt within you that made you believe that having a pup would be difficult in the pack - it was a possibility, a thought that had been floated around enough to start considering the full mating process, and now was the time to turn that thought into a processing reality.

A deep rumble vibrated through Chris's chest and he ducked his head in an attempt to hide away from the blush that had already consumed his ears, the sound making you melt against his body and draw the attention of the seven boys watching from their seats.

"Someone's happy to be a dad," Hyunjin teased with a grin, earning a scoff from Minho.

"Who says it's him?"

"I'm just saying it cause of his reaction! Technically we're all dads until she gets a scent tie, so why can't I place my bet now?"

Jisung groaned, "Placing bets on a baby is so inhumane... I bet it's Changbin's."

"What?! Why is my name in this now? What if it's Jeongin's?"

The youngest made a sound that could only be best described as confused shock as his head shot up to look at the man, "Listen, I'd be honored, but I can say for a fact it wasn't me! I'm too young to be a father!"

"That's not what you were saying when-"

Chris cleared his throat with a pointed look, "Okay, how about we not have this debate and go cuddle and think about dinner, yeah?"

With that, the mini crowd dispersed in a jumble of comments, heading down the hall toward his room since - in an ironic retrospect - that's where the biggest bed was put.

As the living room grew quieter, he looked at you with warm eyes, "I have a feeling it's mine."

You laughed in shock, hitting his chest lightly, "What happened to 'let's not have this debate', Mr. Bang?"

"It's not a debate! It's just a... speculation, a theory, if you will." He murmured softly, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a quick kiss. "Now come on, the last time that combination went into my room, they turned my bed into a wrestling ring and I just found a replacement for my lamp online."

Letting him lead you down the hall, a soft smile settled onto your lips as your free hand came to subconsciously rest over your stomach - the pride of the new life growing within you and the one changing before your eyes filling you with a new sense of optimism and anticipation.

[unedited]

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[skewiie]

werewolf au pt 2!!!!!!! here are the long awaited rest of the members <3

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

IBDIJEUIDJBEYAI

I JUST HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT!!

Kitten surprising Min with her old school uniform and a lil role play. His mind is racing from the skirt and the memories and he can like touch her how he always imagined her

-🥝

you're so absolutely right, kiwi. this was a humongous brain moment.

i've had this ask in my inbox since mid-august bc i just had to write something I HAD TO since it stirred something within me. thankfully, i recently figured out how i wanted to go about this, and finally got to writing it💜

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you probably don’t really need to read any of the other instalments to understand this one, although it's highly recommended!). | Word Count: ~3k | Themes & Warnings: Supernatural/Fantasy AU · Smut · Fluff · Established Relationship · role-playing as high schoolers (disclaimer: they’re both consenting adults fulfilling fantasies of their past, neither are genuinely attracted to minors in any way) · nipple play · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is on birth control] · a smidge of a breeding kink · cumshot · barely proof-read as it usually is with these “drabbles”...

minors do not interact.

“Min–Minho…”

Oh, how sweet you sounded when you said his name like that… It was just how he’d dreamt it’d be. He’d heard you before, of course. But not in this situation, in this particular setting…

“My dad could be home anytime now–Oh, shit…” Your words got caught in your throat the second he bit one of your nipples. How could he not, when you were on his lap, with your uniform shirt open, and your bra just down enough for him to play with your chest.

“Shh, it’ll be fine, kitten”, Minho mumbled against the swell of your breast, leaving a love bite that he hoped would be visible when you wore one of your low tops. “If he were to come home, you know he doesn’t bother us when we’re doing our homework…”

You whined as soon as his mouth reattached to your nipple, as he gently rolled the other between his thumb and index finger… Your hands buried in his hair, keeping him close while you rolled your hips to find some friction against his crotch. The pressure had his mouth salivating further, borderline drooling all over your nipple like the dog he’d recently become.

Or, at least, in this fantasy, he had probably been turned a few years prior…

When you and Minho had come to your father’s house today to help him clean up some of your old stuff from your childhood room, Minho certainly hadn’t expected for the afternoon to take him right here. To him sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in his school uniform, with you sitting on his lap, and dressed in your school uniform.

It had been such an impromptu thing… You found the pieces of clothing at the bottom of your dresser, forgotten from the last time you wore them in your final year. Back then, you always kept a spare change of Minho’s uniform for those nights when he unexpectedly stayed over.

‘Ohhhh, you should put it on. I used to love how the uniform looked on you’, you’d told him as you handed him the dress shirt with the school’s logo on it, and the white vest top he used to wear under it.

‘Alright, but only if you put on yours. The whole thing. I also loved how you looked in that uniform’, he’d told you immediately, because it was the truth. That plaid skirt and the white button-up used to make stellar appearances in his teenage-hormones-driven wet dreams. 

He used to feel embarrassed about it. You were his best friend in this world, and the fact that he found himself daydreaming of how it’d look like if he took a peek under your skirt, or how it’d feel if he buried his face in your cleavage, certainly made him feel guilty.

Now, as an adult well into his twenties, after you both shared your affections, he no longer felt as guilty about it. Especially after learning that you yourself had those thoughts about him back then, too.

When you put on that uniform shy of fifteen minutes ago, Minho was reminded of all those thoughts he used to have, of all the sleepless nights and hidden chubs at school… It hit him then that maybe this was exactly why he loved seeing you in skirts so much in present day. A result of his teenage-self’s never fulfilled desires.

Sure, he couldn’t button his shirt since his shoulders and arms had broadened with age, and your skirt was certainly much shorter than it used to be, but that didn’t stop either of you from falling into your roles.

‘Mmm… It’s almost like we have just come back from school and are getting ready to get some work done’, you chuckled as you looked at yourself in the mirror and adjusted your thigh high socks.

That sentence alone lit up the bulb in his head, it sparked a naughty little idea that he knew you’d either entertain or laugh about. Either result was fine by him, so he had no qualms when he walked behind you, and looked at you through the mirror.

Calling your name as he placed his hands on your waist, Minho had asked you to turn around to face him. ‘There’s… there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for so long… Please don’t be mad…’

Minho feigned nervousness, like he was once again that boy that had seemingly unrequited feelings for his best friend.

‘I really, really like you… Can’t stop thinking about you. How’d it be like to kiss you, to feel you close in ways other than platonic. You’re my best friend, and I cherish that deeply, but I just… I like you so much’, funny thing, how those were pretty much the same words he’d wanted to say to you back then. Words he had practised in front of the mirror a few times, but he was always too much of a coward to actually tell you.

You looked at him in what Minho figured was feigned shock. Oh, how he loved you… You just knew him so well, and knew exactly what he was doing without saying a single word. ‘I… I like you, too. Have liked you for so long, Minho…’

Minho had cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He kissed you as if he’d never done it before, desperately, hungrily, no time for being tender and soft when all he’d wanted was to devour you whole. And you had retaliated, of course. You’d pulled him close by the collar of his shirt and pressed your chest to his, kissing him with fervour.

‘Even if I’m… If I’m now…’ A beast, was what he wanted to say as he spoke between kisses. Minho had maybe fallen a little too well into this role of his younger self. He could still remember how insecure he used to be about his condition, how he looked down on himself after being infected with this goddamn lycanthropy… Those were feelings that no longer existed within him, he had now long since accepted this was part of him. If anything, with time, he’d embraced it. 

‘I’d like you even if… Even if you were a worm’, you replied simply, making him giggle, which in turn made you giggle.

Minho scooped you into his arms after that, and he walked the remaining steps to your childhood bed so he could sit on it with you on his lap. In no time, he was groping you over your shirt, under your skirt, and you had started to beg for him to touch you more.

His instincts were stunted, you knew that, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have this animal side to him. Sometimes, especially when he was horny, that animalistic side of him took over his logical mind, and, back when he was a teen, he could recall having a harder time with certain feelings and emotions like these. So, he let them cloud his reason a bit as he fulfilled this little fantasy of his…

Minho ripped your shirt open, the buttons flew all over your room, and you gasped when he buried his head between your breasts. The thing was also a bit too tight on you, so he was sure you wouldn’t miss the garment if it got ripped a bit in the process.

You scrambled to take a hold of his hands, bringing them to your chest so he could fondle you over your bra, once again begging him to touch you. To ‘Please, please, Minho, touch me. I need it. I need you…’

And he was sure his cock was about to pop out of his jeans with how hard it got at your desperation.

So here you were, grinding into each other, on your childhood bed while Minho feasted on your tits.

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby. Harder. Do it harder…” 

How could he deny you when you sounded so needy? When he’d wanted to do this for so long? 

He bit harder, pinched harder, pulling strangled sounds of pleasure out of your lips. The more attention he gave to your chest, the more you rolled your hips against him, effectively pulling sounds of pleasure out of his lips.

His senses were flooded by you. The smell of your arousal on your lavender scent, your weight of him, the taste of your skin on his tongue, all combined had him almost delirious, especially when his free hand found its way under that godforsaken skirt of yours to tightly grope one of your buttocks.

“Baby, I think I’m… I might…”

Fuck, if you came just from him playing with your chest and you grinding your cunt on the tent in his jeans, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself. Although, he supposed coming in his underwear would’ve been a very accurate representation of what would’ve happened if his teenage self had ever had the opportunity to have you on him like this…

Minho couldn’t help but groan when you tightened your grip on his hair, when you started to roll your hips faster, harder… God, all he wanted right now was for the girl of his dreams to come, he needed to feel you trembling in his hold, to drown in your scent so he could convince himself this was happening.

Seeing you come, holding you tight while you did, was just absolutely delightful. You bit on your fist to keep your moans contained, while your whole body shook with your release.

Minho had to make the conscious effort not to blow right then and there. He was sure that if this had happened back when you were still that young, he would’ve certainly done so. He imagined that this would’ve probably been your first sexual experience together, that you’d laugh about how he soiled his underwear and how needy you’d been, before you laid down and cuddled for a bit…

Maybe you would’ve had sex a different time, on a different day where you were sure your dad wouldn’t come back home… But this wasn’t about being fully realistic, this was about having fun while fulfilling a shared fantasy.

“Fuck, Minho, baby, stop… I’m sore…”

Minho finally pulled himself away from your chest, mumbling a very unconvincing ‘Sorry’ before he attached his lips to the pulse point on your neck, relishing how fast your blood was pumping in your veins.

“You’re so fucking hot, my kitten. I’ve been dreaming of this moment, y’know?” He mumbled in your ear, taking one of your breasts in his hand to fondle the flesh, with special care to not stimulate your nipple too much.

“Me too, baby…” You were still trembling occasionally within his arms, taking deep breaths to get your racing heart to slow down inside your chest. “I’ve wanted this so bad… Even… Even touched myself thinking about it”.

“Mmm, fuck…” Minho started sucking love bites on your neck, following this faint need in his gut to leave his mark on you. “Have you?”

“I have… Sometimes, I did it while we slept in the same room”.

Minho wasn’t sure if this was you playing your fantasy, or if this was a real thing that happened, but, being honest, it didn’t matter. It made his mind disconnect completely as soon as the words came out of your mouth regardless.

Before he could even register it himself, he had stood up and thrown you on the bed, eliciting a shaky, surprised gasp from your lips. In a second, he was on you, kissing you hard, messily, even desperately. Your limbs wrapped around him, your arms around his neck, and your legs around his middle, bringing him further down to lay flush against you in your heated kiss.

He was dizzy, lightheaded, and for a second, he almost believed he was in the past, that he was making out with you on your bed after school, that he was about to lose his virginity to his best friend.

“Fuck, I need to put it in…” Minho barely detached his lips from yours while he spoke, just kept messily kissing you between words as he ground his hips to your core. “Please, please let me put it in… Need you…”

“We–we need a condom, Min”, your hands found their way under his top, where they settled to caress his back, making him shiver. “I don’t have any here”.

“Fuck, I don’t have any, either”, Minho left your lips to instead attach his own to your collarbones, to nibble on the sensitive skin, making you whine. “I’ll pull out. I got quick reflexes, it’ll be fine, please…”

He certainly was playing into this horny-teenage-boy thing all too well. Although, he was sure his younger self wouldn’t have been this stupid to believe just ‘pulling out’ would be an effective contraceptive, and surely neither would you. After all, back then, your dad made sure you both knew about being safe, which Minho was grateful for to this day. 

Regardless, the very real implant you had in your arm made it so he could play like this, so you both could play like this.

“Shit, you’ll pull out?” Your hands trembled when they found his backside and squeezed him. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Promise, kitten. Cross my heart”.

One of your hands left his bum to move to his crotch, where you cupped and squeezed him and overall felt him over the fabric of his jeans. He couldn’t help but buck his hips to let you feel as much as you could of him. “Fuck, okay. But Min… I’m not sure this will fit…”

“It will. I’m sure it will. It has to. You trust me, no?”

With a deep breath, biting your lip, you nodded. “Trust you with my life”. 

When Minho pulled himself away from your hold, he just had to tell you how fucking gorgeous you looked with your hair all messy, your tits out, your ripped shirt, and that fucking skirt… The hem pooled on your belly, exposing your underwear and the mouth-watering wet-patch on them.

God, he wanted a taste… But there wasn’t enough time for that right now.

Minho hastily unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his length. You swore under your breath, taking him into your hand and spreading the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip so you could easily stroke him. 

“Baby, please…” You guided him to your core. With your free hand, you pulled your underwear to the side, and dragged the tip of his cock all over your folds. “Need it. Need you, Minho…”

One day you’d be the death of him, he was sure. 

Under normal circumstances, Minho would’ve stretched you open with his fingers, he would’ve made sure you were absolutely ready to take that annoyingly big alpha cock of his. But he figured skipping the step would be a bit more… in character.

“Oh, fuck, fuck…” Minho pushed himself into your heat slowly, letting your walls adjust to his length with what he hoped wasn’t much discomfort. He knew that if there had been any, you would’ve said the word that would immediately stop everything you were doing. “That’s so fucking tight…”

You whined, not necessarily in discomfort, but in that way that made him know you were feeling impatient. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you tried to push on his backside to get him to get in already. “Please, I need it all. Now”.

“Shit–!” As soon as Minho bottomed out and had propped himself on his forearms, you took a hold of his hair and pulled him down for a messy kiss.

There was just so much spit. Everything was so sloppy and messy and he was honestly enjoying it way more than he ever thought he would.

“Fuck, you’re so hard… Can’t believe you fit”, you mumbled breathlessly against his lips, releasing his hair to place your hands on his back.

“Didn’t doubt–Shit, if you keep clenching like that I’ll come, kitten… Didn’t doubt I’d fit right in. Isn’t this cunt for me? Hm? Hasn’t it always been?” Minho didn’t even give you time to respond, he just started to thrust, a borderline animalistic pace that had you biting on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

There was nothing but heavy breaths and desperate groans and whines and moans… Nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin and the headboard hitting the wall and your nails sinking on his clothed back…

Minho vaguely realised he was growling with each thrust. Like an animal. He was making all these sounds like the animal he was. And every time he did, your body just immediately reacted. Either by clawing at his back, or biting harder on his shoulder, or clamping hard around his length…

It was honestly driving him crazy. It reminded him that, ultimately, you accepted him, that you loved him just as he was. What an odd, but pleasant reflexion to make when you both were fucking, and pretending to be your teenage selves at that.

“It–It is”, you meekly mumbled after a while, and Minho, a bit puzzled, pulled himself away from your neck to look you in the eyes. “It’s yours. Has always been. I’ve always been”.

Minho swore loudly, throwing his head back once your words registered properly in his hazy mind. Your cunt was his, you were his. You’ve always been…

That reassurance, coupled with the vice grip of your walls, got him so incredibly close…

“Fuck, kitten, gonna come. Need to–need to pull out”, Minho was panting, drunk on the pleasure he was feeling and the fog clouding his reason.

Your legs tightened around his frame, keeping him as close as you could while he kept thrusting into you. “What if–What if you don’t?”

“Oh, God… Don’t say that…”

“Why? What if I want your puppies? Hm?”

He was going to die. Minho was sure he was seeing the gates of heaven open up right in front of him.

“C–can’t. We can’t…” Shaking his head, Minho tried his best to hold back, a titanic effort with how fucking good you were making him feel, with how fucking in love with you he was.

“Can’t…?” There was a pout on your lips, highlighted by your blown pupils, and Minho, once again, shook his head in response.

Minho just desperately shook his head. “Kitten, baby, please…”

The hold of your legs relented. Minho immediately straightened himself and pulled out of your warmth to take his cock in one of his hands while the other gripped your hip tightly. One, two pumps and he was groaning deeply, coming all over your underwear, over your mound and your now only partially exposed folds.

The sight was nothing short of exquisite. Your wrinkled, open shirt, your tits still falling out of your bra, with your nipples slightly puffy after all the attention Minho had given them, the skirt hunched at your waist, and your underwear drenched in his cum… 

Minho felt light, satisfied, and, as he tried to catch his breath, he just took you in.

After a few moments of silence–silence, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the ringing in his ears–a grin made its way to your face, and, a second after, you broke into laughter. It made him laugh, too. Maybe uncontrollably so.

“Oh, that was awesome”, you chuckled, wiping the tears that had collected in your eyes at your outburst. “So good”. 

“Totally agree”, Minho leaned into you to press a brief kiss on your lips before he left the bed to find a face towel from your dresser to clean up the stupid amounts of cum that had come out of his stupid monster cock off of your body.

“‘Suppose it was a good thing that my dad isn’t coming until very late today. It would’ve been seriously awkward to explain what was going on if he found us… Well, like this”, you started shrugging your shirt off as soon as Minho had finished cleaning you up, and proceeded to work the couple of buttons on your skirt.

“I don’t think he would’ve appreciated the sight, to be honest”, Minho chuckled, getting out of his shirt and vest top as well to put his t-shirt back on and do his jeans. 

As soon as you two were dressed properly and in clean clothes, you both laid back down, unbothered by the soiled sheets. Minho simply pulled you into his arms, and pressed a brief kiss on your forehead before he hugged you close.

“Kitten…” Minho mumbled against your hair after a while, dragging his hand up and down your back in a gentle caress. “Was that true?”

You absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest, shapes that he could’ve sworn were hearts and stars. “Was what true?”

“Y’know… that thing about… About you touching yourself while I was in the same room…”

You pulled yourself away from his hold a bit so you could look him in the eyes. A smile came to your lips, right before you started opening your mouth to speak.

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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟑

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: werewolf!lee know x reader

Warning: fluff, werewolf au/soulmate au

How ironic was it? You always thought that Minho was cold, not even having any emotions, and extremely grumpy. But after he brought you home, you wasn't sure anymore. Well, he could have just let you walk through the cold rain but he ran to you and helped you not getting completely soaked. He even gave you his jacket.

It seemed like he cared. He does have emotions but he just doesn't show them to everyone. And that made it even more precious to you that he showed you that side.

The next day after Minho had brought you to your home, you wanted to finish the project because you must present your results on monday. You contacted him via his number he gave you in the library. Since it was weekend, you two decided to meet at a local café in the afternoon and not in the college.

Honestly, you were a little bit nervous to meet him there. Would it look like a date? What should you wear?

An hour later, you arrived at the small café and saw Minho already sitting at a table. With a shy smile you approached him and sat in front of him. His facial expressions cold like always. Maybe you were wrong and he was indeed always closed off. But yesterday he was so caring for you. Maybe you just need to patient.

While Minho had his expression under control, in him was a storm. Since you walked in with that cute smile, his inner wolf acted crazy. It drove him insane. And gosh. You were so pretty in your common look, a sweater and black jeans.

His wolf wanted to appear on the surface and he did everything he could to stop him. Just this one meeting with you and then he could hold his distance again. Before he couldn't hold himself back to fall for you.

"Shall we start?" You said and he just nodded, opening his books.

....

After hours of silently working next to eachother, only talking a small amount, it was finally done. You just need to present it and then you were done.

Minho confused you.

During the whole time he was distant and only spoke when he must. But you saw that sometimes his eyes turned a little bit brighter and his expressions softened only to become cold once again. It seemed like he was in an inner conflict.

You packed everything back into your backpack and payed for your coffee that you drank during your time there. It was already dark outside, so you wanted to get home as soon as you could. You said goodbye to each other and started your walk home.

You were nearly home when you saw two men coming towards you. You held your head down and sped up. As you went past them, you could feel their eyes on you and one calls out to you. "Hey Sweetie, wanna join us?"

The other one laughs and yor breath hitches. You nearly ran away from them but you heard their fast footsteps behind you. "Why are you running away, darling? Don't you wanna have some fun?" They said and cornered you.

You tried to flee but there was no chance. You shook as you heard another person coming in your direction.

"Leave her alone." A low voice growled animalistic. Literally. Like a wolf or a dog. At first you didn't remember his voice. But as his face was lighted by the streetlight, you didn't believe your eyes. It was Minho.

His eyes seemed bright. The brown colour was now golden, you could swear. But maybe it was just the bad light and the fear to see things that aren't reality.

"Yeah? And what are you? Her saviour in shining armour?" One of these men joked and turned to you again. His smell reached your nose and you scrunched it because his breath smelled like alcohol.

"I said. Let her alone now" Minho snarled with a calm voice but there was definitely a threat behind it.

As the man wanted to touch your hair, Minho grabbed his hand at a unnatural pace and turned it hurtful. Minho punched him in the face and let him stumble backwards. Both men didn't risk anything and ran away staggering.

Immediately, Minho turned to you. A careful look on his face as he searched for any wounds. Just then your legs gave out and you sank together.

He was already by your side and let you bury your head against his chest while the tears wet his sweater. "It's okay, y/n. I'm here. I'll protect you" he mumbled.

Fortunately, he had found you. After leaving the café, his inner wolf was nervous. He didn't want to leave your side. It was hard to control it, especially when the full moon was this week and his wolf became stronger and stronger these days.

After five minutes, his wolf side went suddenly berserk. Without knowing he swirled around and ran in the direction where your apartment was.

As he saw you in that corner with these two idiots nearly all over you. Something in him switched. Maybe it was his mate bond but a possessiveness took over and the sudden urge to protect you.

He closed his arms around you and he layed his head on top of yours while instinctively rubbing his chin over it. Without even noticing, he scented you not only to leave his smell on you so that every other wolf knew that you belonged to him but also to calm himself and his inner wolf.

He wouldn't believe it but he heard his inner wolf purr at the physical touch with his mate. He never purred before.

After some time, you calmed down. "Come, Y/n. I bring you home" he said and helped you up. It was only a two minutes walk where both of you were silent. You still tried to process what just happened and Minho could literally see your thoughts swirling in your head. But he didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt you.

In front of your door, he stopped. " Thanks Minho. You saved me from these guys. I owe you something" you said while your voice was still sore from all the crying. "It's alright Y/n. Rest well." He reassured and said goodbye.

....

Since that day, Minho was always on your mind. You wanted to thank him for saving you from these crazy boys. So, after a successful presentation, you asked him if you could buy him lunch this evening.

Minho didn't expect that. He still doesn't want you as a mate. That wouldn't change. Right? He tried to find a lame excuse but you managed to get him agreeing.

The rest of his day, he was nervous. Constantly thinking about your meal together after his last class at 4:30 pm.

You already waited for him outside the classroom, talking to a guy he often saw you with. And then it hit him. Maybe you had a boyfriend. That never came up to his mind. Was that your boyfriend?

But the more important question was: why didn't he like this thought of you being in love? He wasn't interested in you. Yeah, you were a simple friend, a normal classmate and nothing more. Even if you were his mate. He doesn't need you.

As you saw Minho walking towards you, you bid goodbye to the other boy and smiled at the wolf in front of you. "Your boyfriend?" He asked with knitted brows and cold expressions on his face. You snorted and your smile grew wider.

"No, ew. He is like a brother to me".

He exhaled the air he didn't notice he held. "Alright. What do you want to eat?"

He didn't need to think about that. There was that beautiful restaurant near the campus where the food was great. With his pack, he ate there every once in a while.

So, he guided you to that restaurant. During your walk, you didn't talk that much but it was a comfortable silence between you. You just enjoyed each others presence.

He held the door open for you and followed you to a table for two. He already knew what he wanted to eat, so he could admire his view. You being the view.

Your hair was messy like always after long classes but it was rather sweet. They looked just puffy and like they couldn't be tamed. Like you, he thought.

As the waiter took your orders, you two held an easy conversation and chatted about everything and anything. It was like Minho was the same man in the rain or on the street that evening. There was the loving and caring side of him but also the cold one where he would hide his emotions behind a facade. You liked both sides. Both of them belonged to him and made him so much more interesting and individual.

And you loved every smile that he gave you. When you told him something funny about your childhood, he giggled and you liked that sound. It made you fell safe. Like coming home. And that confused you. You barely knew him but it felt like you two have known each other for over a decade.

....

The dinner was perfect and he walked you home. You were still angry at him because he didn't let you pay for it. It should be a 'thank you' for him but instead he pulled his card out and gave it to the waiter before you even noticed that the waiter came to you. Of course you felt bad because you were supposed to pay for it.

But he was stubborn. Even after he paid, you wanted to give him the money he spend but he refused with a small smirk and you pouting.

You talked so much in that time and you only realised once more that you liked Minho. With every second he was with you, you admired him more and more. You didn't want to admit it but maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush on that sweet boy next to you.

The walk back to your apartment was short, to short for your liking and soon you two stood in front of your door. Nervous, you played with your fingers. You didn't know what to say. Should you invite him in? No, that was too much. You just kept looking at him and he kept looking at you.

His eyes wandered all around your face, once in a while stopping at your mouth but only for a second or two. Without even noticing he slowly leaned forward, hypnotized by how you wet your lips with your tongue.

Your eyes were on his perfect lips and you also reduced the small distance between you. Your breath hitched and you already felt his warm breath on your lips.

You overcame the last few centimetres that separated you from each other and crashed your lips against his. Slowly, you moved your lips in a rhythm and you slipped a hand into Minho's soft hair, pushing you two more together.

In that moment, Minho felt just joy and desire for you. You were just a girl and he a simple boy that fell for you. Without a mate bond and being a werewolf. Your smell was wrapped around him, making him wanting to smell nothing but you, just you. He leaned more into your passionate kiss, turning it into a heated one.

His inner wolf purred because he loved to be this intimate with his mate. It was like pure heaven.

But suddenly everything came back all at once. You weren't just a girl, no, you were his mate. The mate that he never wanted. He hated you. He was just attracted to you because of the mate bond. Yes, that was it. Nothing more.

He pulled back harshly, making you stumble before you catched yourself. You looked confused at the boy in front of you while you still tried to catch your breath. The loving expression was nowhere to be seen. Instead there was that cold one again. The walls that you started to torn down where already pulled up once more.

" Minho, is everything alright?" You asked with a thin voice. "Yeah, no. I-uhm. I will go home now" He said uninterested like you didn't kiss a few seconds ago. You already expected a rejection because of his facial expressions afterwards but really hearing it pained your heart.

Yet, he was nearly running away from you. "Minho!" You yelled and followed him. "I'm so sorry that I kissed you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

He kept avoiding your gaze and just nodded before he continued to walk away, leaving you at your porch.

...

Fuck. He fucked up royally. He should have himself under control. That kiss was something that should not have happened. Now it will be even more difficult to ignore and avoid you. He opens the door to the pack house and slammed it shut behind him.

As he walked through the living room to walk up the stairs to his room, he was stopped by Han.

"And? How was your first date with Y/n?" Han asked as he wiggled with his eyebrows. "It wasn't a date, Han. She just thanked me for helping her"

"Definitely. Come on, did you kiss?"

"How comes that you even know about our meeting?" Minho snarled as he wanted to change the topic.

"Well, I saw you walking away with her. Like a lovesick puppy following his owner" Han answered, ignoring the annoyed tone of his best friend.

"I'm not a lovesick puppy!" Minho called out. He just felt emotionally drained and wanted nothing more than this day to be over.

"Yeah, anyway. Did you kiss?" His best friend asked once again. Apparently Minho found his fingers way more interesting than Han.

Immediately, Han knew what was going on. "You really kissed her! I'm so happy for you" He grinned widely but stopped as he saw his unhappy expressions.

"Minho, isn't that a good thing? Are you not happy?"

"No! Obliviously not! I don't like her. It's just because of the bond that I fell a pull towards her." The wolf shouted and sat on the couch, rubbing his eyes.

"Is that really the reason why you deny it? You think it's only the mate bond?"

"Of course it is!"

Han sighed and shook his head. His best friend can be so stubborn sometimes.

....

The following days, Minho avoided you. Wherever you are he would bring so much distance between you as possible. In class, he sat on the other corner of the room and as soon as the class was over, he stormed out without looking back.

It hurt you, definitely. Maybe you shouldn't have kissed him. It was a terrible idea. Maybe it was too soon for bringing this intimacy in your relationship. It definitely wasn't your intention to chase him away. It just felt right in that moment and now you couldn't believe how dumb you were. He just saw you as a friend and you interpreted it terribly wrong.You are ashamed from your own actions.

And the worst is that you don't know how you should interact with him now.

....

You just checked where your next class was, when you suddenly bumped into someone. You quickly apologised and collected the papers from the ground that must have fallen down.

"I'm so sorry. I-" you stopped mid sentence as you realised who you walked into.

"Minho..."

His expressions cold as always. "It's okay Y/n"

He said calmly as he already turned around to leave. You grabbed his his jacket lightly before he could leave. "I'm sorry. For the kiss. I shouldn't have done it. It wasn't my intention to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable"

"It's okay Y/n" he said again. As if there wasn't that big silence between you. Like it was a completely normal talk between classes.

You nodded and let go of his jacket. "I-uhm I need to go to my next class. So bye" you answered quickly and ran to the next classroom.

Minho just watched you leave. His inner wolf growled at him for ignoring his mate that way. But he couldn't care less. The less you were around him the better. The better he could force himself not to like you.

Weeks passed like that. Just small conversations here and there. You realised that you need to forget about your feelings for him. Shutting them out and throw away the key. In the meantime you met new friends in college.

Weeks ago you had met Wooyoung in the library. You will never forget how he just placed himself next to and gave you the biggest smile you had ever seen. He introduced himself as Wooyoung and immediately started talking about his homeworks. You just smiled while focusing back on your book. Since then, he literally followed you everywhere just like a sweet, but confident, puppy with so much energy. But you liked it.

One day, he introduced you to his friend group and now they seem to have adopted you. They were like one big family and chaotic as hell. You loved their silly nature.

Still, you spend the most time with Woo as he was like a best friend to you. At first, his love giving character scared you but you became used to the man that was literally glued to your hip.

Minho on the other hand didn't like your relationship with that boy. He and his friends were another bunch of werewolves and hated that Wooyoung was so clingy. Whenever Minho was in your near, your smell was almost completely suppressed by the other wolf's scent. It drove him insane.

His instincts nearly forced him to bring you closer to him, scent you and to mark you as his. But that would mean that he would accept you as mate.

After the mark, that would forever be on your skin, you two were bound together till death. It's like a marriage but it lasts for the eternity.

...

Right now, you sat on you favourite place in the library with Woo glued to your side while you studied for the upcoming exam. You just smiled as he cuddled closer to you, leaning his head on your should.

"What's up with that guy?" He said as he looked around. You looked up and Woo nodded to the left where Minho read calmly in a book.

"Oh, that's Lee Minho. You might know him. We have some classes together. Why?" You asked and turned your attention back to your work.

Woo moved closer to your ear. "Because he keeps staring at us. And doesn't look like he enjoyed his view." "Really?" You questioned and knitted your brows.

"Would looks kill then I will be six feet under right know. I think he is jealous" Woo stated and that confused you more.

"Why should he be jealous?" You spoke your thoughts out loud while glancing to the left.

"We'll see" Before you could ask what Wooyoung meant with that he placed his lips against your cheek and kissed it. Instantly, you turned red with wide eyes. But Woo just smirked and watched Minho's reaction.

Minho clenched his fists. It should be him next to you. Him. Not that puppy that touched something that isn't his. Minho swallowed a snarl and quickly packed all his things to sprint out of the library. His inner wolf was wild.

He couldn't spend any more seconds in that hell. He felt sick. Why did he push you away that night? Why? Just because he was afraid that you just loved him because of the bond? Yeah he was dump back then. But now Wooyoung replaced him, just because he neglected you. And the worst thing is that he couldn't blame you. He himself would have given up a long time ago.

...

"He definitely is jealous, sweetie." Woo stated with a smirk. "Yeah and extremely angry. I should look after him" You said and ran after him. "Go get him, sweetie!" Your best friend yelled and laughed. Instantly, he was scolded for being too loud.

You sprinted through the hallway and kept looking for the man you loved.

And there he was, walking with hastily steps to the entrance. "Minho!" You yelled and catched up to him. Your breath was uneven from not being used to running. Maybe you should go to the gym more. You placed your hand on his arm to get him to stop. His whole body was tense and in his eyes was that storm and fire but also hurt.

"Minho I-" Before you could even finish that sentence he cupped your cheeks with his warm hands and pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was hard and full of unspoken feelings. Your hands sneaked around his waist to pull him even closer.

After some time you broke your kiss to breath again. He layed his forehead against yours and looked you deep into the eyes while his brown hair tickled you.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry that I didn't realised it before" He whispered against your lips and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

"It's okay" You said and leaned in to get another kiss.

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Skz Pack: Bad First Impression

Author's Note: Nothing much this time. All feedback is welcome.

Genre: fluff and angst

Warnings: Mention of bad parents, descriptions of shaking from fear, jealousy, one hit with a spoon

Word Count: 2,058

You and Jeongin were laying in bed when he got a call from one of his Hyung’s. He sat up a little to talk, allowing you to rest your head on his lap.

“Yes Minho-hyung?” He asks. You could hear every other word. ‘Bring…the..home.’ Bring what home? Also Minho… that’s Chan’s moonmate. Did Chan need something from Jeongin?

You just sat there confused as Jeongin continued to talk. “No, I can't do that because it is too early.”

After another five minutes of back and forth, Jeongin turns towards you. “Jagiya?” He asks softly.

“Hmm?” You answer by looking up from your own phone which was on Pokemon Go. “Minho-hyung wants to meet you today.” You freeze a little. Your introduction to Chan still had you a little shook. You didn’t expect to be so whipped by him damn near immediately. Could you handle meeting another pack member so soon?

“Oh um.. What does he want to do together?” You ask unsure if you can commit to anything. There is some back and forth before Jeongin looks at you. 

“Did you want to cook with him and another member of our pack? They are making dinner and dessert in an hour or so.” You look up at the ceiling. What could go wrong?

“Sure. Is it okay if I cook with them instead of us watching a movie?” You check with him. “Yeah sure. I’ll just go to the library to study. I can take you to our place.”

“Okay thank you.” You both get ready to head outside. Jeongin drives you to their home and kisses you goodbye as you exit the car. You go to the front door and take a deep breath. They aren’t monsters; they are regular people. They won’t hurt you. You knock on the door, finally having found the courage to do so.

A man wearing a headband with ears answers the door. He had brown hair, but you could tell it was dyed beforehand. His facial expression was very serious as he waved at Jeongin. Jeongin finally drove off knowing that you would be safe with his pack mates. After leading you inside, the mystery man sits you at the table across from another man. 

“I’m Minho and this is Felix.” Felix had blonde hair similar to Chan’s. Most people in this household had light hair apparently. They both wore sweatshirts and pajama bottoms with slippers. Minho had no jewelry on at all, but Felix had on some silver rings. 

“Was I supposed to wear my pajamas?” You questioned feeling a little less included. It wasn’t intentional obviously; they probably just happened to be cold and wore similar things. Also, you didn’t own many sweatshirts, so you would have had to wear a high school one.

“No, it is fine. We bought you some things to wear too” That is how you ended up in a sweatshirt and matching pajama bottoms just like the two men. Felix smiles as you return “You look great.”

“Thank you… are we cooking something big or small?” You ask kindly. You were not a chef in any way, so this would be an experience for you.

“Oh it’s okay you can just watch. We really just wanted to know about you. Jeongin and Chan seem fond of you.” Minho clarifies as he gets some ingredients from the cabinet.

“Oh? Chan has mentioned me?” 

“For sure! He said you were nice but very shy. We waited some time before seeing you solely to make sure you didn’t feel like you were meeting us all back to back.” Felix chirps. He is chipper; he is prepping some kind of meat.

“Thank you for giving me such a grace period. I am very nervous as I’m sure Jeongin told you guys. I just don’t want to make a bad first impression.” You explained, playing with your fingers as you looked at Minho.

He hummed before looking at you. “I think you’re overthinking it. Don’t worry. We won’t eat you. Unless you want to be eaten.” He places a hand on your shoulder temporarily before going back to the counter. 

As cooking ensues, you fade into the background taking on minor roles Minho asks you to do. While Felix keeps an eye on you from a distance, you are guided by Minho on how to do certain tasks.

“I didn’t grow up being in the kitchen with my parents. I feel bad for needing so much assistance. I appreciate it though. Hopefully, I can prepare a meal alone for you guys.” 

Minho smiles and nods. “It would take some weight off mine and Chan’s shoulders considering we handle all those responsibilities alone.”

You felt a little at ease with Minho, but he still held a lot of power around here. As well as, his natural aura just gave off serious and dangerous. Felix hasn’t said much, so you still felt very tense around him. 

“Is Jeongin being considerate towards you? He isn’t causing any trouble right?” Minho’s questions make you laugh. “He is being very considerate. Jeongin is so sweet. You guys have raised a nice pup.” You jokingly respond. 

“So he’s touchy with you or is he distant? Jeongin isn’t that affectionate with us.”

“He is affectionate and likes to cuddle, but I don’t know if that’s just him being nice towards me.” Minho raises an eyebrow. 

“So you’re very affectionate?”

“According to Jeongin, he and Chan think I am touched starved. They think getting me used to regular affection will help.”

“That’s useful to know for us. We can give you the right kind of affection. So physical touch is big for you. I hope we can all honor that well. I am not necessarily touchy so..” 

You laugh at him not finishing the sentence. Minho seems so considerate. It doesn’t bother you that you probably won’t get much affection from him. Hopefully, he just accepts your presence first.

You are helping Minho very efficiently, in your opinion when the topic of your childhood comes into play. “So are your parents both also wolves?” You kind of freeze at the thought of your parents before nodding. “They are indeed. My dad was a beta and my mother an omega. She always wanted an alpha though and made it all of our problems. She wanted me to settle down with a nice alpha.”

“Not her living through you. Parents are really something else. I’m glad you have Jeongin though. He indeed is a nice alpha. I’m assuming you’ve had your fair share of bad alpha’s.”

You nod as you try to continue stirring the bowl Minho had given you, but your hands were shaking so badly. You could feel the air from that night. The adrenaline as you ran for your life from the scariest wolf you’ve ever seen in your life.

You end up dropping the bowl off the counter by accident and give an immediate apology as you use your shaky hands to attempt to clean it up on all fours. Minho takes your hands as he squats next to you. “It’s okay.. I’m sorry to have triggered such bad memories for you.” 

You were confused as the night went on. You get to know Minho a little, and he’s very nice to you. However, Felix hasn’t said much still even after dinner is done. Minho decided to take some time to clean up a little in their dining room while you and Felix prepare dessert.

“We are really trying to incorporate you into our household because your Jeongin’s mate. He deserves to be happy, but it’s not like we are going to be all buddy buddy like.” Felix explains to you softly, like he was saying something considerate, as he mixes together ingredients for what looks like cookies.

You kinda deflate a little, the shine leaving your eyes. He doesn’t want to do this just to know you. I mean these are Jeongin’s friends. You should have expected them to still be only Jeongin’s friends. The friend’s of your partner are not always your own friends. 

You assist him as he asks and afterwards you grab your things to leave. Minho asks, “Are you sure you can’t join us for dinner considering you helped make it?” You reply with a simple nod and bow before leaving. You start walking home in the cold and dark given that it is too late to ask Jeongin for a ride considering you left already, and you no longer feel comfortable asking any of his packmates.

The feeling of sadness washes over you as you walk in the wintery air. Luckily, it was winter, so you could play off crying as just tears from the wind. You thought you had possibly found a new family, a place to call your own. After feeling less than accepted by Felix, you crawled into a hole again. Could you ever face them again? You are feeling guilty for even wanting to join their pack.

Once arriving home, you took a long shower and prepared for bed. Jeongin texts you afterwards asking ‘Are you okay? You could have asked me to take you home.’ You don't feel the best mentally, so you simply ignore it and go to bed. The next morning you wake up to the sound of pounding on your door. 

Feeling groggy you get out of bed and head to the door, you croak out a “who is it?” as you look out the peep hole to see Jeongin. “It’s me!” He practically yells. You slowly open the door and by the look on his face he is angry. “Come in.” Before you can even finish, he comes inside and looks at you before sighing. 

You close the door before moving towards the kitchen, not sure what to say. He follows you standing in front of the fridge you were just about to open. “I was worried sick about my poor girlfriend who just chose to not answer my text like she couldn’t be kidnapped, sick, or hurt.” You feel a ping of guilt because you forgot someone actually cares about you, especially after last night.

“I’m sorry Jeongin. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and I did not consider how it would affect you by not responding.” You look into his eyes before looking down. You can’t hold eye contact for long; he deserves to be mad. He hugs you tightly before resting his head on your shoulder. “Don’t do that again, please?” You quickly nod and hug back.

You haven’t even cleaned yourself up yet or eaten. Jeongin still looks at you as if you are the prettiest girl in the world. You smile as he kisses your cheek and asks how it went last night.

“It was fine. Did you want breakfast?” 

“You’re sure? Also, breakfast sounds great. We can make it together.”

“Yes, I'm sure. It wasn’t naturally buddy buddy, but we will all come to terms sooner or later.” You grab the things out of your fridge. Unknown to you, Jeongin didn’t feel the best about that answer. They better get buddy-like with you quickly or face his wrath.

Throwing on his grandma voice, he begins to cook. “They better get with or i’m gonna hit them.”

“Oh? I’m so sorry grandma. I will be sure to tell them that.” You respond between laughs. He hits you with a wooden spoon. “I’m serious! I will tell them there's no need for you to do it.” 

You smile and rub your arm. “You are lucky I love you. I could hit you back.”

“Look at you! These young children are so violent these days. I have to teach you all a lesson. Young whipper snappers.” He does the slouch as well. You are laughing so hard tears fill your eyes. Jeongin was glad you were happier now.

You both go on to make a beautiful breakfast for you both. Uploading pictures and selfies to your Instagram for fun. It was starting to be a good day for you two. You were trying to ignore the feeling lingering over you that you wouldn’t be accepted into the pack. Yet, Jeongin could tell by the slight change in your scent that something was bothering you, and he was determined to figure out what happened last night.

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#72, #5 #7 and #74 #3 from the prompt game pls... idk if that would eork but i like them

and minsung poly w reader bc who doesnt love them

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "Are those...bite marks?"

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"If I can get it in pink, I want it in pink."

Members: Lee Minho, Han Jisung

Relationship: Hunter!FemReader x Werewolf!Minsung

Genre: Fluff, Crack

Warning: Blood, Minor Injuries

You stumble in to the darkened apartment shortly after 4 in the morning, and your immediate first thought, echoed by the loud growling of your stomach, is food.

You head straight for the fridge, hoping Minho had cooked something for dinner that made leftovers, and almost cry when you see the plate saran wrapped and waiting for you.

God bless Lee Minho.

You shove the food into the microwave and lean back on the counter to wait, picking at the dirt caked beneath your finger nails and sniffing the arm of your dirty jacket experimentally.

You wrinkle your nose in disgust.

You definitely need a shower.

Preferably before falling in to bed.

Minho will never let you hear the end of it if you get grime on his sheets.

The light flicks on in the kitchen right as the microwave beeps, and you yank open the door, glancing over your shoulder in a squint to see Minho standing in the doorway.

Speak of the devil.

You blink a couple times, getting your eyes adjusted to the light, and give him an easy smile as you slide into a seat at the table, the smell of the food making your stomach grumble once more.

"Oh. Hey, Min. What're you doing up so early?"

Minho rolls his eyes, hair mussed, and makes right for the coffee maker.

"I dunno, some dumbass just got home and it's my job to check up on them."

You shrug, mouth full of food, and lean over to pull your knife from your boot, throwing it down on the table as you unstrap your gun from your back to do the same.

"I'm fine. Starving, but fine."

"Really?" Minho turns, leaning against the counter, watching you with an annoyed scowl. "Because you're dripping all over our linoleum."

You glance down with slight interest, and see he's right.

You'd forgotten all about the gash on your arm in the adrenaline and need for food, but it's still slowly oozing blood, puddling on the floor at your feet.

"Fuck, I liked this coat." You complain, staring at the ripped fabric, before your eyes follow the trail of blood to the fridge and back up to Minho's irritated expression.

You manage a grimace and an apology. "Sorry, Min?"

"Sorry for what?" Jisung appears then, rubbing at his eyes, still heavy with sleep, his dark hair a mess, and you grin at him, holding up your arm for him to see as he moves his gaze to you blearily.

"For bleeding all over Minho's perfectly clean floor."

Jisung's eyes go wide, and he hurries across the kitchen to you, taking your arm carefully in his hands, his jaw dropping.

"Are those.....bite marks?"

You wince slightly as his fingers prod carefully over the open wound, but arch a brow at him and smirk teasingly when he meets your gaze once more.

"Don't worry, Sung. It wasn't anyone you knew."

Jisung rolls his eyes as you laugh, and Minho is sighing, moving past the two of you to get the first aid kit from the bathroom, calling over his shoulder with clear annoyance, "And what did we say about weapons on the table?"

"Sorry, babe!" You singsong back as he disappears from sight.

Jisung releases your arm, settling into the chair beside you, eying you carefully.

"Does it hurt?"

You shrug, digging back into your food. "Not really. Too much adrenaline still."

Jisung cocks his head. "So you got them?"

You wink at him. "I always get them, Sung."

You go back to eating, and Jisung goes back to quietly keeping you company.

It shouldn't work. You all know that.

Two werewolves and the very hunter tasked with taking out their kind, but it does, and none of you question it.

Minho returns, shooing Jisung out of the seat next to you as he lays the contents of the first aid kit on the table, pulling out some thread and a sharp needle as he glances over at you.

"Arm please."

You stretch out your arm dutifully in front of him, allowing him full access to the bite, and Jisung takes your empty plate over to the sink, choosing to not watch this particular part of the process.

He's never been one for too much blood.

Minho swipes disinfectant across the wound, and you hiss, but hold still, as he begins to stitch it closed. It stings, a pinching, hot pain, but you've been patched up by Minho enough that you know it won't last long.

"So." He says, in between even, careful stitches, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Do I need to worry about you getting rabies from this?"

You snort, and Jisung returns to sit beside you as Minho finishes up the first row of sutures, tugging your skin closed as he brushes aside the tatters of your coat sleeve.

"Nah. It was a dangerous stray situation, but I've had all my shots."

Jisung taps his fingers along the table, and you reach out with your free hand to cover his hand with yours, giving him a gentle smile.

"Sung."

He looks up at you, eyes dark with worry, and you squeeze his fingers between your own.

"I'm fine."

"You smell weird. Like wet dog. I don't like it."

You chuckle, reaching up to knock him lightly under the chin. "I"ll wash up as soon as Min is done, okay? Promise."

Jisung nods, biting his bottom lip, before he says hesitantly, "You know how we discussed...things the other day? The rules?"

You cock your head in surprise, watching him carefully. "Yeah?"

"If it means we can be seen in public together, I'll do it."

Your brow arches in surprise. "What?"

Jisung straightens his shoulders. "I know the order requires werewolves in society to be 'tamed-'" He makes finger quotes and a face of disgust but keeps going. "-so if wearing a collar in public makes it possible for us-the three of us-" He glances at Minho, whose hands have stilled and gaze is on him. "-to do things together, then I'll do it."

You squeeze his hand harder. "Are you sure?"

Minho is still, staring at Jisung.

"Yeah." Jisung nods, giving you a little hint of a relieved smile. "But I have one condition."

You grin. "Anything."

"If I can get it in pink, I want it in pink."

You laugh, leaning over to kiss him. "I'll get you the pinkest, prettiest collar I can find, baby boy."

Jisung looks satisfied, grinning now, sitting back in his chair and pulling your joined hands to rest in his lap.

You glance at Minho, who still hasn't moved, and lower your voice, glancing down to his blood stained finger tips.

"Min?"

He sighs, tucking away the needle and thread, before he gets up to wash his hands.

With his back to you, he says, "Fine. But I'm not wearing that shit at home. Or anywhere we're alone."

Jisung grins and claps, jumping up to wrap his arms around the other werewolf's narrow waist.

"We promise, hyung! Unless, of course, you wanna wear it for something kinky or some shit."

You consider with a smirk, Minho glaring at both of you. "I could be into that."

"You're incredible." He says dryly, holding you in his glare, even as Jisung hugs him tighter and presses a kiss to his neck.

"Aw, thanks!" You wink, reaching to grab your gun and knife off the table, pushing yourself up to put them away properly.

"Not a compliment, babe."

"I'll still take it as one!" You call over your shoulder, heading down the hall to your room and the waiting shower.

"Wait!" Jisung yells back, and you hear him scrambling across the floor in the kitchen. "I wanna shower with you!"

You grin to yourself, warmth settling firmly into your chest, as you put your weapons away and head to the bathroom and the waiting Jisung.

You're not even that mad about your coat anymore.

#skz #stray kids #stay #minsung #ot8 #lee minho #han jisung #skz x you #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz crack #werewolf!skz #minho x you #minho x reader #jisung x you #jisung x reader #minsung x you #minsung x reader #y/n #femreader #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz drabble #skz prompt game #inbox #my submissions #submission

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Cramps

When Lee Know gets home from work, he finds that his Omega hasn’t come downstairs all day.

Pairing: Stray Kids Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Werewolf, ABO, Fluff

Minho’s POV

The chilly winter air follows him in, a few stray snowflakes melting into his hair. He closes the door quickly, stomping off his feet and unwinding his scarf. Hyunjin sits on the same spot on the couch as he did this morning, his sketchbook settled in his lap. He’s hunched over his drawing, his fingers moving in delicate movements. A quick scent of the air reveals that everyone else is home, though some of the scents are fainter than others.

“Where’s my Omega?” Minho hangs up his scarf and shucks off his jacket, hanging it up too. His shoes are then lined up and he puts on his slippers.

“Hyung, we literally have three Omegas, you have to be more specific than that,” Hyunjin’s voice holds no venom, his voice slightly vague. He has a hard time answering questions when he’s drawing, or holding a conversation.

“You know exactly who I mean,” Minho rolls his eyes.

“She’s still asleep. I checked on her earlier and she was still in her nest. I think she’s not feeling well today,” Chan sticks his head through the doorway to the kitchen, his hair just a little bit wild.

“I’ll go check on her,” Minho sighs and runs his hand through his faintly damp hair, trudging up the stairs and pausing outside the door.

He knocks faintly and when there’s no response, he pushes it open. Just the top of her head is poking out of the pile of blankets, the pile faintly rising and falling with her breathing. A faint scent in the air combined with her own sweet scent lets him know exactly what’s going on. He hums and perches on the edge of the bed, just outside of the nest. He gently runs his fingers through her hair, letting her nuzzle into his hand.

“Baby, are you cramping today?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. She nods against his hand, a small pout on her lips,” Want Alpha to cuddle you? Use my hands like a heating pad?”

“Please,” She says softly, scooting forward to allow him to crawl in behind her.

He’s faintly glad he wore sweatpants today so he doesn’t have to worry about wearing jeans to bed as he climbs in behind her. She has a bad habit of trying to suffer in silence. She worries so much about the idea that we’ll worry about her that if she doesn’t feel well, she would rather hide it. Sometimes, she gets really bad cramps when she’s on her period and she just suffers through. Since werewolves have higher body temps, when she feels crappy, sometimes she’ll let me use my hands like a mini space heater to help with the pain.

“I’ve got you,” He says softly, nuzzling into her hair. The shirt she’s wearing is obnoxiously big on her so it’s probably Changbin’s. It falls off of one shoulder, which he quickly presses a kiss to. His hands slide under the shirt to rest on her lower stomach, feeling her jump a little,” Sorry, I just got him so they’re a little chilly.”

“S’okay. Love you Alpha,” She mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow.

“Love you too, babygirl. We’re gonna nap for an hour and then you have to come downstairs and eat something, okay?” He presses a kiss to the back of her head,” I know you don’t like to eat when you’re cramping but you need something in your stomach. At least some soup or something.”

A small purr leaves her in response as he falls back asleep in his arms. He feels better now that she’s back in his arms. He could feel through the bound that she felt uncomfortable today but he had to work so he didn’t have time to come home and check on her. Now, with her here, everything is fine. Then he can check on the rest of his packmates after their nap as his gentle Omega’s gentle purrs lull him to sleep.

Something small but I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

#stray kids Drabble #stray kids lee know #stray kids lee Minho #stray kids lee know Drabble #stray kids werewolf #stray kids abo #stray kids fluff

[kiestrokes]

Suggestion for the Eyes on Fire playlist

Montage of Lino watching Han with love in his eyes

Ok do yk how much I love Leona?

This is Lino watching Hanji in every lit class, across the cafeteria, in the parking lot. As poor Hanji tries to slink away, wary of the vamp giving him so much attention.

Changbin bumps Minho with his shoulder, "what's caught your attention hyung?"

He pops a blood jelly into his mouth squinting the direction that Minho was just gazing off at. Seeing nothing but the resident group of res kids piling into a shared beat up Honda civic.

"Don't let Hyunjin know you're crushing on wolf, he'll break something else. Wouldn't want it to be the bones of that pretty little pup."

#eyes on fire!au #eyes on fire!duo #idle pitching #now watch me wip #sorry I don't have much atm luce #but i do love this song #han jisung #lee know #lee minho #lino #werewolf!hanji #vampire!lino #twilight au #skz #the lucifer to my lokie #leona lewis #mars.fm

[schimmelspore]

Sketch time

Minlix are looking at and talking about the stars btw

#my art #fantasy au rp #stray kids #skz #skz au #skz fantasy au #skz jeongin #skz felix #skz chan #skz minho #elves #elf #and a single human thats actually a werewolf #to be fair tho jeongin is actually a dragon #its complicated

[luvjjongtae]

I'm a Monster

Pairing: Choi Minho x Lee Taemin.

AU info: College AU. Vampire / Werewolf AU.

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Other tags and warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Attempted Rape / Non-con, Minor character deaths, Blood and violence, Happy ending, Vampire!Taemin, Werewolf!Minho, the rest you'll find out :D

Summary: Taemin struggles with juggling being a college student and a vampire, all while falling for his roommate, Minho who also has a secret of his own.

Word Count: 18.5k

Author's Note: I wanted to wait to upload this on Halloween but got too excited. This was partly inspired by the Netflix show First Kill, but it's a different made-up world I created. Also please be aware of the warnings and tags and don't read this if any of that makes you uncomfortable!

The room smelled like dog.

Although it was faint, Taemin still caught a good whiff of it in the living area of his new suite-style dorm and scrunched up his nose in annoyance. It didn’t stink that bad – it just mildly bothered him – but Taesun beside him was waving his arms around and protesting loudly with a grimace.

“Oh my God, did the last students here own ten dogs?” Taesun picked up the cardboard box of clothes at his feet and beelined towards Taemin’s new bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot. “Hopefully, your room isn’t so bad, for your own sake.”

Taemin followed him in with his own heavy stack of cardboard boxes piled on his arms as if they were weightless but stopped when he heard the front door of the dorm click open. He craned back to meet who he figured was his new roommate. “Hey, there.”

“Hey!” The guy at the door shuffled his shoes off and looked back at Taemin. He had really big eyes, Taemin noticed. “Are you Taemin?”

“That’s me,” Taemin said. “And you’re Minho hyung?”

“Yup!” he said cheerily, walking now towards Taemin who got another good whiff of that dog smell, lips pursing with slight annoyance. Minho looked between Taemin and his large pile of boxes with some concern and offered, “Do you want me to help? I already moved in.”

“Taemin-ah,” Taesun hissed at him, poking his head out the door to his bedroom. “I don’t have all day.”

“Ah, no, it’s fine,” Taemin responded to Minho sheepishly, heading towards his bedroom. Minho’s brow furrowed in concern and Taemin rushed to explain. “My brother’s here to help me. See you.”

“Yeah, see you,” Minho said with a small wave, watching Taemin as he disappeared into his bedroom and Taesun shut the door behind him.

“That’s your roommate?” Taesun jutted his head at the door, one brow raised suspiciously at Taemin.

“Yeah, why?” Minho seemed friendly enough, and their brief conversations on Instagram lead him to believe that Minho wasn’t a total weirdo.

Taesun shrugged. “Just gave me bad vibes. Be careful around him, okay?” Before Taemin could ask how he had gotten “bad vibes” from a two-second interaction where they didn’t even talk, Taesun breathed in deeply, looking around the room. “It smells a thousand times better here, thank God.” Then he smiled at Taemin and patted him on his shoulder before moving past him to touch the bed frame. “Now. Ready to move into college?”

After a couple of hours of unpacking and organizing and Taemin yelling at Taesun no, this goes here, Taemin dropped down heavily to sit on his just-made bed beside Taesun. He sighed and leaned his side into Taesun’s, searching for the big brother leaning support he always could count on. Taesun gave it to him, of course, staying still while Taemin rested his head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for helping, hyung. It would’ve taken me ages.”

“You would still be unpacking by the second week into classes,” Taesun laughed, Taemin’s head bouncing up with his shoulders. When the sound of his laughter died away, his voice turned gentle. “But are you sure you want to do this?”

Taemin got up from his shoulder, exhaling loudly with an eye roll. “You know my answer to that.”

“You don’t have to go to college. You can be like me, work in the family business. Or just not work at all,” Taesun said to him in a rush. “Think about it,” he wrapped his arm about Taemin’s shoulders. “Private planes every weekend, hm?”

Taemin shrugged him off. “Even you didn’t want to do that. You work. I just–” He huffed before continuing. “I just want to do something for a few years before I end up working for hundreds more.”

“It’s not hundreds of years,” Taesun laughed. “More like ninety, if we’re being honest. Vamps are so lazy these days, retiring so early.”

“You act like you’re five hundred years old and not literally twenty,” Taemin scoffed. “Just let me live a little before I gotta slave away doing paperwork.”

Taesun sighed in resignation. “Fine, that’s your choice. Your diet, however…” He shot him a look.

Taemin knew what was coming. He’d had the same conversation with his parents for years. “Is also my choice,” Taemin finished for him quickly. “Did Mom and Dad set you up to this?”

“Look, all I’m saying is that you’re going to be around a lot of humans and you’re still developing as a vampire.” Taesun stood up, pacing around the room as if he was lecturing him. Taemin just gave him an exhausted look, but Taesun carried on without a care, “Just– if you have to, feed. For real, and not that stupid animal stuff you’re keeping in your mini-fridge.” He gestured lamely at the stainless steel fridge by his nightstand, humming away.

“The ‘stupid animal stuff’ works just fine,” Taemin said.

“It won’t forever,” Taesun said, his voice rising. But he caught himself and lowered it to a hiss. “Just do it before you lose control and fuck up again, okay?” Taemin froze, staring daggers at Taesun who just laughed dryly, his voice ragged and rough in his throat, the kind that said it wasn’t funny.

Taemin had messed up his first time. Okay, sure. He had messed up really fucking bad, but that didn’t mean it would happen again. It couldn’t.

But Taesun kept talking. “Keeping that off the Council’s radar was hard enough, but Mom and Dad too? You’re lucky they don’t know or you would be off this diet by now for sure.”

Taemin clenched his fists on his lap. “It won’t happen again,” he said through gritted teeth. “You know it won’t.”

“I don’t think a double dose of suppressors is going to help.”

“The doctor said it would. So it will,” Taemin said with a sense of finality.

Something cracked in his brother’s expression, and he ran a hand through his hair messily. “Taemin-ah, you know I’m only looking out for you. Just promise me you’ll stay safe. And that means feeding and doing it right.” With a final frustrated exhale, he looked at the door and said, “I’m gonna get going. Got plans tonight.”

Taemin nodded stiffly, watching his brother leave him alone now in his new bedroom. His phone buzzed with his reminder alarm and he pulled out a container of pills from his pocket, popping two of them in his mouth and swallowing with a quick swig of his water bottle. They were meant to lessen his hunger, dull his senses, minimize his strength – all things supposed to keep him safe from being hunted. They were meant to lighten this burden, no matter how much his family told him it was a gift.

But now the container of pills he’d been carrying around his whole life felt like a million pounds when he slid it back into his pocket.

. . .

Minho’s new roommate was weird.

For one, he was a freshman. Or granted, the age of a freshman. Technically speaking, he was a sophomore, though this was his first year in college. When he told Minho over Instagram DM’s that he had gotten enough credits in high school to skip a whole year, Minho realized this kid was no joke. And also probably loaded as fuck to afford the number of tutors he had told him about.

Taemin was also extremely pale. And delicate-looking. Or maybe that was just the finicky dorm lighting, but he looked almost sick when they met, which is why Minho offered to help him with his boxes. Taemin’s brother was straight up just kind of rude, not even saying hello to him through the door. At least he wouldn’t be interacting with him.

The final thing was something Minho noticed as he made his way into their small living space. Passing Taemin’s door, the pungent smell of animal blood hit him all at once, making him stumble back. No, that wasn’t possible. Could Taemin be like him?

Minho sniffed Taemin’s door one more time and caught nothing. He shook the thoughts away and collapsed onto the couch, shutting his eyes tight. It was just his imagination. He had made it up. The chances of Taemin being a werewolf were statistically tiny if the government’s “Monster Census” was anything to go by, which Minho knew was not due to underreporting, but whatever. Was storing animal blood and meats even a thing that werewolves did? Should he be doing that? He made a mental note to ask Jonghyun the next time he saw him.

Or called him. Minho felt his phone start vibrating in his hand and stood up quickly to greet Jonghyun on the other end. “Hey, hyung. Thanks for calling.”

“Finally moved in? How’s the city?” Jonghyun’s voice sounded small and tinny in his ear, and Minho rushed back into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him to respond in private.

“Yeah, today. And it’s okay, different from the farm, you know. Noisy.” He adjusted the phone against his ear and got to the point. “Listen, so this weekend–”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. You just show up before the moon rises, so check your phone to see when that happens. You have the address, right? Don’t wanna get there late,” Jonghyun laughed.

“Yeah,” Minho said, relaxing his shoulders a bit. But he still hesitated. “I’m just worried, I’ve never…done this before.”

“Yeah, you have. In even more dangerous conditions,” Jonghyun reminded him. “In the sanctuary, you’ll be safe when you turn and you’ll have people keeping an eye on you.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “Plus you get to hang out with me,” he added in a cheerful tone.

“That’s true,” Minho said, still obviously worried. “But can I get there early? Just to make sure?”

Jonghyun chuckled again, the sound vibrating in his ear. “Of course. We always have some food lying around too.”

“Okay, okay,” Minho said, breathing out. “Thanks, hyung. Seriously. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“No problem, Minho-yah. Just tell your parents I say hi when you talk to them and let’s plan to meet up sometime not during the full moon now that you’ve moved here. It’s not only about the sanctuary, it’s about exploring, right?” Minho was just about to cut in with actually, no, it’s only about the sanctuary when Jonghyun spoke again, some yelling audible in the background. “Aish, now I gotta go. They’re fighting over leftovers again. I’ll text you, okay?”

“Okay,” Minho said softly as he hung up, turning his phone down and staring up at the ceiling. His first full moon away from home… He knew he’d be safer at the sanctuary, technically. But a part of him couldn’t help but keep worrying about this entirely new environment, especially since he was so new to the whole thing and his family didn’t know and–

A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts. “Come in!” he called. Taemin opened the door but hesitated before stepping inside. He seemed relieved for a split second when he took a step in before scrunching his nose and grimacing slightly. He jumped back out of the room quickly. Weird. But Minho let it slide, smiling at him kindly and saying, “What’s up?”

Taemin seemed to remember Minho was there, snapping his head up to look at him. Nervously, he said, “So, I think there’s an event in the common room with the entire floor tonight. If you wanted to come?”

Minho pushed himself off his bed, meeting Taemin at the door to leave together. “Sounds fun! I just can’t stay out too late since I wake up early to run.” Taemin’s eyes flickered down to the rest of this body, before shooting back up to Minho’s face and widening in some form of understanding. Minho pretended not to notice again.

“Do you play any sports?” Taemin asked him after a few moments as they walked down the hall towards the sounds of chatter and music, shoes clicking against the tile floor.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” Minho replied. “It's cross country season now, which is why I’ve gotta stay on top of running.”

Taemin nodded beside him just as they reached the common area of their floor, fellow college students sprawled out on the couches or chatting against the walls. The smell of quesadillas and Coca-Cola filled Minho’s nose, making him suddenly hungry. He scanned the table littered with junk food against the wall for any meat, a smile breaking out on his face when he saw a salami platter. He had to get his hands on that.

“Hey, I’m gonna get some food, okay?” he said to Taemin beside him, who was still looking around the room apprehensively, taking it all in. “Do you want anything?”

Taemin blinked at Minho. “Ah, no. I’m fine, don’t worry. I don’t like…cheese,” he said after a pause.

Minho shrugged. “As long as the salami’s mine.” He turned towards his beloved salami platter when someone blocked him.

“Hi there, nice to meet you!”

Minho bowed quickly to greet the guy standing in front of him, looking just a few years older than him. He was probably Jonghyun’s age, Minho reasoned. He snuck an irritated glance at the table of food blocked by the guy. His stomach would just have to wait a bit longer. “Nice to meet you, too,” Minho said politely. “I’m Minho.”

“Choi Minho, right,” the guy said, nodding in understanding. “The star athlete on this floor, hm?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Minho said apprehensively. Before he could ask how he already knew about him, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his shirt and looked back to see Taemin.

“Hey, where do you wanna sit– Oh, hello,” Taemin said, bowing to greet the guy in front of them.

The guy bowed in response, shooting them both warm smiles. “I’m Lee Jinki. Well, technically Professor Lee but you can just call me Jinki or Professor Jinki while we’re here. I’m the resident professor on this floor, which is how I know all your names, Lee Taemin.” Minho felt Taemin jump slightly in surprise beside him. But Jinki smiled at them widely again, putting him at ease. “Have you tried the quesadillas? I made them myself. It’s a monthly tradition in this hall.”

“But you look so young,” Taemin blurted out. He seemed to catch his mistake and cowered next to Minho, staring down at his shoes. But he was right. Minho didn’t think he looked much older than Jonghyun who was just twenty-one, and even that was stretching it. How could this guy be a professor? “My apologies, I didn’t mean–”

“No, it’s fine,” Jinki said with a lighthearted laugh as if he was used to it. “I get that all the time. Plus, it’s a compliment.” He took one final look at them and said, “If you two need anything during the year, please don’t hesitate to see me or the RA. We’re here to help you, okay? Especially since I know it’s your first year.” He directed that last bit meaningfully at Taemin.

“I– yeah,” Taemin said. He hesitated, searching for the right words before settling on something safe, “Thank you, gyosunim.”

“Thank you,” Minho added quickly as well.

Jinki left them to go talk to some other students and Minho resumed his quest for the salami, eyeing it from across the room. Taemin could make do on his own, his stomach told him. “I’m starving,” he muttered to himself, taking quick strides to the table and leaving Taemin behind him.

The sharp scent of fermented meat made his mouth water as he got closer. He loved meat, even before he was bitten, and this curse of his just seemed to make it stronger. After piling a satisfactory amount of slices onto his small plate, he looked around the crowded room to find Taemin again. But his eyes snagged first on the television, playing a live basketball game. Oh, this he couldn’t miss.

Eyes glued to the game, his legs automatically guided him to the couch, where he numbly sat on the arm. He stuffed his mouth with salami slices, chewing them over as he watched one of the teams score a three-pointer. The students on the couch cheered in excitement, and Minho joined in. Maybe he should befriend some of these guys.

The person sitting closest to him let out a loud scoff. Minho glared at him, catching him in time to see him rolling his eyes.

“If you hate the game so much, why are you even watching?” Minho snapped.

The guy glared back. “There’s not much else to do, is there?” Crossing his arms and settling deeper into the couch, he added, “So I might as well hate-watch.”

Anger flared up inside of Minho. He was taking up a perfectly good couch spot from a perfectly good sports fan - ahem, Minho - just so that he could scoff and roll his eyes the entire time. “Or you could just leave.”

“You’d like that, huh.” Then the guy laughed, amused. He stuck out his hand at Minho, a smile crinkling up the corners of his eyes. “Name’s Kibum.”

“Minho.” He shook his hand, surprised at the sudden mood shift. Kibum then scooched over on the couch and patted the spot next to him, inviting Minho to squish in with him.

“It’ll be interesting to piss you off more as the game goes on.”

His words were harsh but his tone was sarcastic and light. Minho couldn’t help but smile, popping the last slice of salami into his mouth. He and Kibum bantered for the next hour, learning about each other’s majors and hometowns. When Minho let him know that he had transferred this year from a rural school, Kibum let out a low whistle.

“A country boy, hm? I’m from Daegu originally. The transition last year was interesting.” He frowned, remembering his freshman year. “But how’s Seoul treating you?”

“Well, I just moved in today,” Minho said, slightly embarrassed. “I’ve really only met you. Oh, and my roommate.”

“Who’s that?” Kibum asked.

Minho tore his eyes away from the television - it was a commercial break anyway - and searched the room for Taemin’s familiar face. He noticed him making conversation with a group of people, nodding along and laughing at whatever joke they had cracked. Minho gestured towards him for Kibum’s sake. “The youngest-looking one. Lee Taemin.”

Kibum twisted on the couch to look at Taemin, eyes softening. “Aw, he looks so cute. His face is like a baby’s.” Then he paused, remembering something. “Wait, he’s the one that’s eighteen right? Skipped a year?”

Minho nodded but asked, “How do you know?”

Kibum shrugged nonchalantly. “Heard some people talking about it. Wow, he really does look young. Like a delicate flower boy,” he laughed, turning back towards the television. “Better take good care of the kid.”

“He’s not helpless,” Minho said, remembering how he carried that stack of heavy-looking cardboard boxes easily earlier, even though he looked sick. Other than being a little nervous at times, Taemin seemed totally fine.

He smiled as he gazed at Taemin for a few more moments. He really did look dainty and delicate from here, as if he was made of china glass. His careless, gummy smile lit up his face again at another joke and the guy beside him patted him on the back in laughter, making him stumble forward a bit, his face still smiling. It didn’t seem like he needed Minho’s help adjusting - and, hell, Minho wasn’t even sure he was in the position to help anyone with his situation - but he could be a good roommate and friend at least.

When the welcome party died down, Minho left Kibum to find Taemin and let him know he was going to sleep.

“Now?” Taemin looked at him quizzically, his eyes still bright and awake. Minho’s felt like they were drooping.

“Yeah, it’s later than my usual bedtime.” Minho checked the time on his phone with a yawn. “Past midnight. How are you not tired? Unpacking exhausted me.”

“Oh, no, I am tired,” Taemin said quickly. After waving goodbye to the people he was chatting with, he joined Minho on the way back to their dorm. “I guess I just have a later bedtime,” he said after a moment.

“Just don’t wake me up at 2 AM or something crazy,” Minho said lightheartedly, bumping his shoulder into Taemin’s as they walked. “Some of us still have sleep schedules.”

“Right,” Taemin smiled shyly. Minho realized that he hadn’t seen Taemin smile at something he had said until just then and his heart swelled with pride. He liked making Taemin smile.

“Goodnight, Taemin,” Minho said once they were inside their dorm. “I’ll be quiet tomorrow morning so you can sleep in.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I can, uh, sleep through anything.” Minho just smiled, sensing that Taemin was just trying to be accommodating but decided to be as quiet as possible the next morning anyway. “And goodnight. Thanks for coming with me tonight.”

As Minho drifted into blissful sleep, he wondered what Taemin was dreaming about and whether he was sleeping well.

. . .

“Oh, no.”

It was Minho’s voice. Taemin excitedly spun around to greet him, a spoon in his hand from scooping up the remaining bits of rice in the cooker. “You’re back! How was your exam?”

Minho groaned, throwing his backpack down and kicking off his shoes before collapsing onto the couch face first. “It went.”

“I cooked!” Taemin finished off the two bowls of rice, grabbed the steaming mandoo, and placed them on the low table in front of the television. “As congratulations for getting through the test.”

“I could tell.”

Minho’s voice was muffled by the cushions but Taemin could tell that he wasn’t exactly over the moon about Taemin’s gift. Using his whiniest voice, Taemin said, “I made this for you. The least you could do is try it.”

“Last time you tried cooking, you almost burned down the entire hall,” Minho deadpanned. “Not to mention it tasted horrible.”

“Okay, that was an accident and almost a month ago,” Taemin scoffed. “And that’s why I stuck to rice this time. Something even I can’t mess up.” When Minho didn’t move, he added quickly in a quiet tone, “The mandoo was pre-made.”

Minho perked up, moving to sit on the floor with Taemin and finding his chopsticks. “Now that I will gladly eat.” He looked tired but still as handsome as ever, and Taemin’s heart fluttered when their knees touched. He beamed, passing him the plate of mandoo and smiling even bigger when Minho tried the rice and nodded in approval. “Not awful, Taemin-ah.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Taemin said through a mouthful of rice that (Minho was right) didn’t taste awful. It did nothing to calm his stomach or alleviate nausea plaguing him the entire afternoon but he swallowed it anyway, keeping up appearances with Minho. Human food did nothing for him, but he could pretend to eat it. But maybe buying the mandoo was a mistake too. It smelled way too strong. He’d have to take some extra suppressors tonight before he passed out or something.

Or worse, his brain told him. Taemin didn’t want to think about it.

He changed the subject from food. “Hyung, I heard about a party next week. Someone’s house a few blocks away. Do you wanna go?” Minho always agreed to these things. Now that they were roommates, they had also become each other’s de facto “social event friend,” and it brought them even closer with every party or getty they decided to show up at. Or so Taemin hoped.

Minho hesitated, chopsticks halfway up to his mouth. “I can’t. I have a thing.”

“Another party?” Taemin blinked at him, surprised. They both had the same group of friends or at least ran in the same social circles. What event could Minho be talking about that Taemin didn’t know?

“No, it’s a, uh– a family thing.” Minho stuffed his face with some mandoo, avoiding Taemin’s eyes before swallowing and sighing deeply. “I’m sorry, Taemin. I really can’t miss it.” His voice was sincere.

Taemin tried to hide his disappointment and nausea that his rice seemed to stir up even more. He stopped eating it, knowing it would do nothing good for him anyway. “It’s fine, hyung. I’ll go by myself or figure something out. We don’t have to go to every event together.” He tried laughing, but it came out dry and strained.

“I really wish I could go,” Minho said after a pause. “It’s fun going to these things with you. Even if you always want to stay ‘till 3 AM.”

“You just get tired way too quickly.”

“I’m human, Taemin-ah,” Minho scolded playfully. But after saying those words, something in his expression fell and he returned to eating his rice. “We’ll go to the next party,” he said after a few long moments.

“Right.” Taemin didn’t have the energy to press Minho about that strange reaction because his head began pounding and colors started blurring together. He blinked rapidly a few times, trying to clear his vision.

Minho seemed to notice. He looked up and panic flew across his face as he asked, “Taemin? Taemin-ah? Where are your pills?”

Taemin shut his eyes tightly, willing the pounding to stop just for one second. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out the small container, dropping it clumsily onto the table.

“How many?” Minho asked, his voice distant compared to thumping in his ears.

“Two– three,” Taemin corrected himself.

He heard Minho rattling three pills out of the container, pressing them into Taemin’s palm. “Water,” he said, passing him a water bottle as well. Taemin swallowed the pills quickly, waiting for the familiar relief to wash over him.

It took a few seconds, but the pounding finally stopped and nausea let up if only a little at first. He blinked at Minho and exhaled slowly. “Thanks, hyung.”

Minho still looked concerned, his hand pressing down on Taemin’s shoulder comfortingly. But Taemin didn’t have the energy to feel excited like he usually did at these tiny touches. He didn’t even feel nervous when Minho grabbed his chin and forced him to look him in the eyes. That now-familiar dog smell hit Taemin all at once, but after a month of living with him, the smell wasn’t unpleasant. It was kind of…sweet, somehow. Which didn’t make any sense, but whatever. He didn’t have the energy to decipher that either.

And now that sweet smell was just too much all at once for Taemin, who felt weakened and tired. Minho was talking. “Those migraines keep getting worse. I think you should see a doctor,” he said for the millionth time. He didn’t seem to care how much Taemin told him that he couldn’t see a doctor, that his parents were against it and would murder him if they found out. Minho still insisted.

Taemin shrugged Minho’s hands off him and stood up on wobbly legs. “I think I just need to go to my room.”

Hurt flashed in Minho’s eyes for a split second before concern overtook it again. “Taemin-ah.”

“What?” He was exhausted. He just needed some blood from his fridge, but he couldn’t exactly whip that out in the living room with Minho right there. No matter how inconspicuous the labels on the cans of blood tried to be, reading things like Extra Red Punch Energy Drink!, Minho had a strangely good sense of smell and would pick up that it wasn’t a normal soda or energy drink can. “I’m tired.”

Minho’s face softened, probably because Taemin never said he was tired. Minho was so easy to read: If he’s saying it now, it must be really bad. “Call me if you need anything, okay? I’ll clean up here.”

Taemin nodded stiffly and stumbled back into his room, sighing in relief when he downed an entire can of goat’s blood in one breath. He smeared it off his lips, not bothering to wash his hands right now. He just needed to close his eyes for a bit, even if sleep would never reach him, no matter much he tried, for the rest of eternity. But all he needed was a minute. Just a minute…

Which was all he got before his phone started buzzing with a call from his mom. Great, just what he needed. He debated not picking up but gave in, knowing she’d flip out and call the police or something. “Hey, Mom.”

“Taemin-ah,” she said, smiling into his ear. “How have classes gone today?”

“No different from yesterday. Or the day before. Or the day before that, when you also called.” Taemin knew he was being snippy but couldn’t help it. Not when the swimming nauseous feeling still bothered him.

But his mom didn’t get angry. Her voice sounded in his ear, laced with concern, “What’s wrong, Taemin-ah?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, turning around in his bed and gritting his teeth.

“You get like this when you’re hungry. The animal blood isn’t enough, is it?”

“That’s not it,” he forced out. God, it was so hard to lie to her.

She kept pressing. “How many of those suppressors are you taking?”

“Enough. I’m fine.”

“Taemin, we don’t know how toxic those– those drugs are yet.” Her voice was rising in pitch, a tell that she was getting angry. Taemin swallowed back dread. “You’re poisoning and starving yourself. Do you realize how dangerous that is?”

Taemin had run out of things to say, energy sapped from his body from his episode. “I– I’m doing fine, Mom. Please believe me.”

He heard his mom take a deep breath on the other end of the line. “Taemin, I’m only pressuring you because it’s what’s natural. It’s what’s best for you. If you feel it’s getting too much, just remember what we’ve taught you and you’ll be fine, okay?” She paused and Taemin could tell she was trying to smile on the other end, to ease his worries or her own, he couldn’t tell. “It’s not normal for a vampire to go this long after their first feeding, especially in our family–”

At the stinging reminder of his first time, Taemin snapped back, “How many times do I have to tell you I’m fine, Mom? The human cops aren’t actively persecuting me if that’s what you’re worried about.” He inhaled shakily. “Just let me focus on my classes.”

“Okay.” Her voice sounded small and weak now, and guilt stabbed through him. “Study hard, Taemin-ah.”

“Yeah. Will do, Mom.” He hung up and stared up at the ceiling, wishing not for the first time that he was human. Or at least from a less “established, respected, and old vampire family,” in his family’s words. Even being a regular old vampire would be fine compared to this. He didn’t want the speed or the strength or the glamour or any of it. It all just came with pain.

His mom’s reminder of his first time kept stinging, ever-present in his mind if he thought about it too much. Which is what he was doing now, shit. He shut his eyes tight, trying to block out the memory, but it came anyway. Flashes of bright red, a faceless human…the sounds of agonizing screams, cracking bones…his fangs aching and aching with the need to feed and feed now. A snapped neck. Teeth and razor-sharp nails tearing through flesh, reaching a bloody heart–

Taemin gasped, eyes snapping wide open. He would never let that happen again, especially not now with how many human friends he had made in the dorm. He froze, feeling a chill run up his body as he thought about hurting Minho, feeding on Minho. No, no, no no no–

That wasn’t him. He would never turn into that monster again, least of all to hurt Minho, the boy who quietly got ready to run just in case it would wake him up, or would ruffle up his hair whenever he saw him in between classes or would smile at him from across the room at a party just to make sure he was still okay. No, the very idea of his fangs anywhere near Minho was absurd. The animal blood and suppressors were enough to prevent it and if the price to pay was suffering a few bad headaches and nausea every once in a while, then so be it.

It would be his penance for the monster he had turned into that night.

. . .

“Just fucking admit that you have a crush on him!”

Minho lay sprawled on the bright green grass of the soccer field, the sun setting over the horizon. Practice was over, but Minho had kept playing into the late afternoon, kicking the ball into the goal by himself time and time again until his body gave out and he collapsed onto the ground. Kibum, who preferred studying outside “for inspiration from nature,” sometimes joined him at this time, knowing Minho would either be kicking the ball around aimlessly or panting on the grass.

“I don’t,” Minho was panting on the grass this time, “have a crush on him.”

Kibum t’sked and rolled over onto the grass beside Minho, his papers and textbooks forgotten nearby, pages flipping dangerously in the wind. “Then why’d you bring him up?”

Minho hesitated. He had kind of brought up Taemin randomly. They were just talking about their math classes and Minho had piped up that Taemin always needed help with his math homework, so Minho was getting in some extra practice by tutoring him. It made sense to bring him up. “We were talking about math.”

“That has nothing to do with him.”

“Now it does,” Minho huffed.

Kibum sighed and rolled over to face Minho, propping his head up on his hand, elbow digging into the grass. “Look, Minho. He’s all you fucking talk about.”

“How could you know? You only talk about yourself when we hang out,” Minho said, laughing at the slap he received on his arm.

“If I could notice, then it’s really bad. You can’t go one conversation without ‘Taemin, this’ or ‘Taemin, that,’ or ‘Taeminnie would love this flavor of chips,’ or–”

“Yah,” Minho cut him off, sitting up. “I don’t talk like that.”

Kibum seemed to give up, collapsing back onto the ground with a dramatic sigh. He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, blocking out his expression. “Idiot,” he muttered. “Don’t come crying when Taemin gets a girlfriend or boyfriend and you get all jealous.”

Minho joined Kibum, laying back onto the ground as well and staring up at the sky. Taemin with a partner? The thought bothered Minho, his lips unwittingly forming a thin line. But it could just be him being overprotective over Taemin, the soft kid Minho went to parties with and helped with math homework. Taemin deserved someone perfect, no less. Minho would make sure of it.

Taemin deserved him.

The thought just popped into his head, and his heart raced at the realization that fuck, maybe Kibum was right about something for once. But before he could begin to understand his feelings and seemingly random thoughts, his phone began ringing, the sound carrying over in the wind from the bleachers. The ringtone sound reserved for Jonghyun.

Minho pushed himself up, telling Kibum, “I gotta take that.” He grabbed his phone and sat down on the first bleacher step, worried about whatever Jonghyun was calling about. The last full moon had gone surprisingly smoothly. Minho hunted in the sanctuary and when he and Jonghyun filled their stomachs with what felt like a lifetime’s worth of food, they lounged around the large forest that made up the sanctuary, enjoying the way the moonlight filtered through the leaves and how the moon seemed to smile down at them. It was peaceful, and afterwards, Minho had said his thank you’s to the centaurs on guard and the fellow werewolves who generously ran the place and returned to his life as a human university student. It was easy. He could get used to this lifestyle, he remembered thinking to himself.

But why was Jonghyun calling now? The next full moon wasn’t for another week. Minho worriedly bit his lip, anticipating Jonghyun’s voice which cheerfully spoke in his ear, “Minho-yah! What’s up with you?”

“Not much. School’s a lot of work but other than that I’m doing well.” He lowered his voice, conscious of Kibum still sun tanning a few feet away on the field. “What’s this about?”

“I can’t call up an old family friend randomly?” Jonghyun laughed. “No, it’s nothing serious. You just forgot some of your stuff here. We only just noticed today as we were cleaning up. Some clothes, I think.”

Minho relaxed. So that’s where his favorite t-shirt had gone. “Can I pick it up next time?”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll keep it safe for you,” Jonghyun said, some shuffling around audible in the background, probably some paperwork or whatever new songs Jonghyun was working on. “Are you excited for next time? Less nervous I hope.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say excited.” Minho had never asked to be bitten, it just happened one night during his freshman year at his old university coming home from some party. He didn’t even remember who it was or how it happened from drinking too much earlier that night, just that when he woke up the next morning, he had bite marks along his bicep and suddenly craved some steak for breakfast. Him showing the marks to Jonghyun who had been visiting was the only reason he didn’t transform the next full moon with no idea of what he even had become. “But definitely not as nervous as before.”

“Good,” Jonghyun smiled into his ear. “I was born like this, and honestly, Minho, it’s not that bad. You’re human all the time until you’re not. You can live a normal life, so stop viewing it as this huge burden you have to deal with alone because you’re not alone either.”

Jonghyun was the only reason Minho knew anything about being a werewolf. He was the only reason he knew that storing animal blood was definitely not a normal thing for werewolves to do. (He had looked at him weirdly when Minho asked, pressing him about the strange habits of his new roommate before Minho snapped at him that he barely knew him.) He was the only reason he had moved to the city, and he was the only person he felt close enough to confide in.

“How’d you know that’s how I felt?”

“Let’s just say you’re not the first werewolf I’ve had to play therapist for,” Jonghyun chuckled. “Alright, so see you next week?”

“I’ll be there.”

. . .

Where the fuck were his pills?

Taemin’s room looked like a hurricane had passed through it, clothes strewn all over the floor and empty drawers open. His reminder alarm had passed now thirty minutes ago and panic was settling. He wasn’t sure if the headache creeping up was his imagination or anxiety or the lack of suppressors. Was he supposed to feel things this quickly after missing a dose? The doctor did say it was important to take them exactly every six hours, fuck fuck fuck–

Taemin aggressively wrenched open the top drawer of his dresser. Too aggressively. It broke off the furniture and dangled helplessly in his hand, clothes spilling onto the floor. Fuck, it was starting. He needed to find them fast. Where could they have gone? He always kept them on his nightstand or in his pockets.

Pockets. He had been wearing Minho’s jacket that morning. It was a particularly chilly spring morning but despite Taemin’s protests that he didn’t get cold, Minho insisted on draping his favorite jean jacket over Taemin’s shoulders, his sweet smell enveloping him and making him sway happily at the door. These little gestures did nothing but fuel his crush on his roommate, a human, but Taemin didn’t care. He could love him from afar and be content. As long as Minho was laughing that high-pitched cackle of his and healthy playing his favorite sports and just happy. Or at least that’s what Taemin told himself.

A loud bang burst through the room when he dropped the drawer on the floor, piercing through his skull. He pressed both hands over his ears, trying to block out the sudden onslaught of sounds. Someone’s Netflix show in the next room over, a couple making out downstairs, a laptop overheating.

He needed those suppressors now.

He fumbled his way to Minho’s bedroom door, remembering how he had accidentally slipped the pill container back into the jacket pocket instead of his pants and returned the jacket that afternoon. But he hesitated. Minho had technically allowed him entry into his room as a vampire that first night, but could he really barge into his room to look through his stuff while he was at that family event?

The pounding at the back of his head told him that he had no choice. He threw open the door, stumbling back at the sudden barrage of smells hitting him all at once. Fuck, his sense of smell was heightened now too. He didn’t have much time. He tried to cover his nose but couldn’t get past the door frame without falling to his knees from how strong and overwhelming Minho’s scent was. It was everywhere, making Taemin’s head spin.

He tried again. Carefully standing on shaky legs, he held his breath which he didn’t even need in the first place. He just breathed out of habit but holding it seemed to dull the smell a little, which was all Taemin needed to super-speed through Minho’s closet and drawers, searching desperately for that jacket. Oh no, his speed was back too.

And he couldn’t find the jacket or the pills. Minho must have taken them with him, Taemin thought despondently. Now that his sense of smell was heightened, he could try tracking him, and he’d probably catch him in time with his speed. But the growing headache made it hard to think straight, that horrible nauseous feeling now catching up to him as well and making him stumble with every step back to his room.

Blood. Animal blood. That’s what he needed right now. He raided his mini-fridge, but he had stupidly forgotten to restock and there was barely anything left. He inhaled two cans of goat’s blood and a gallon of cow’s blood, but it only relieved his nausea, which he knew would come back tenfold if he didn’t do something else about it now.

He knew what he needed to do. He hurried out of his dorm, careful to only use his speed when there was no one around. He consciously ignored the lure of human blood, telling himself that it was just a craving that would pass. He made an effort to stand as far away from fellow students as he could when he passed them down the stairs of his hall, holding the breath he didn’t need so that the smell of blood wouldn’t make his craving even stronger and cause him to lose control.

He felt no relief from his now growing nausea when he burst through the dorm hall’s doors, the crisp night air hitting his face. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to remember where the closest vampire convenience shop was in the city. Two blocks over, Taemin repeated to himself as he trudged through the campus at night to reach the main street. Just two more blocks.

A woman’s shriek shot through the night, freezing him in place. Taemin could tell that the source of the scream wasn’t too far, maybe he should investigate–

He clutched his head in agony from the insistent pounding. No, he had no time to waste and so he forced his feet forward, ignoring the nagging sense that something was deeply wrong with that scream.

Another scream, this one longer and more desperate. Then a cry for help, for anyone nearby to do something. Taemin gritted his teeth and kept walking away from it. He couldn’t do anything, not in this state.

The screams died away, and if Taemin wasn’t desperate for suppressors, that would’ve been the end of it. But his heightened sense of hearing meant he heard the sob coming from the source of the scream. Quiet, insistent sobs that meant the woman had given up hope.

Taemin couldn’t stand it anymore.

He sped towards where he heard the scream, cutting across the entire campus in less than two seconds. It was pitch-black in this secluded part of the campus, with no lights from any streetlamps or neighboring buildings. But now he had night-vision too, great. He pushed the thought about his abilities returning and the desperation for his suppressors away when he saw two men pinning a woman to the ground, a piece of cloth tied tightly around her face that stopped her from screaming. Tears streamed down her face as they roughly manhandled her, cursing and hitting her when she kept trying to resist.

She hadn’t seen Taemin a few feet away. But when one of the men started lifting up the woman’s skirt, Taemin moved quickly, punching the offender hard in the stomach. He stumbled back, coughing and looking up in shock. To them, Taemin was just a shadowy, faceless figure trying to get in their way.

“Get out of here, punk. This isn’t your business,” the other man said. He was kneeling, arms still pressing the woman into the pavement.

“Make me.” Taemin swung and hit the man over the woman with another hard punch, feeling his skull crack against his knuckles. He collapsed onto the ground with a soft thud. Taemin dusted his palms off and reached for the woman, helping her stand. “Get out of here, somewhere well lit with people,” he whispered to her. She nodded quickly and sprinted away as Taemin stared down the remaining man. “You’re next,” he growled.

The man said nothing but moved into a fighting stance, one Taemin recognized from all his martial arts lessons as a kid. But Taemin didn’t have time for a sparring session, not with his head still pounding, his vision reddening, and adrenaline pumping through his veins. This is what happened before his first time, before he–

The man kicked Taemin in the side, clearly hoping to send him sideways and onto the ground. But Taemin barely moved, he barely even felt it. He glanced at the guy’s leg by his side and then smirked at his stupid, shocked expression.

“My turn.”

Taemin struck him across the jaw, some of the man’s teeth spilling onto the floor with a soft clatter that only Taemin could hear. He examined his knuckles casually, not even a bruise on them, while the man before him crumpled over, screaming and clutching his mouth in agony, blood running down his chin.

Blood. The smell rammed into Taemin all at once, nostrils flaring with how good, how delicious, it smelled. He could practically taste it running over his tongue, his teeth, spilling down his chin. Red edged his vision as he approached the man again, smirking heinously at the choked sob he let out. He kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying and skidding back on the pavement. His fangs were aching with want, with need. Taemin stalked towards the man once more, eyes narrowing as any control he had over his body unraveled when he released his fangs with a hiss. The man struggled to get up and coughed up blood, staining the pavement.

Taemin’s pupils dilated, and everything went black when he lunged.

He felt bloated the next morning. No, afternoon, Taemin groaned as he checked his phone on his nightstand that read 3 PM. He squinted, the light pouring in through his window too bright for him, the colors of his clothes strewn across the floor too vibrant. He inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of quesadillas which he somehow knew were being cooked two floors below. His senses were still heightened, but without the insistent pounding at the back of his head, he could focus on each detail flooding his mind, dissecting them and analyzing their value.

Taemin groaned again as he rolled over on his bed, feeling stuffed and full and gross. He had never felt this full in his entire life, not even after his first feeding.

His first feeding. His eyes snapped open in panic, and he frantically ran his tongue over his teeth, dreading the moment they caught on his fangs and sighing in relief when they didn’t. He rubbed his hands down his face, breathing deeply.

But when he pulled them away, he saw faint red rubbed off and stained on them, the clear remnants of dried blood.

. . .

The sanctuary’s lounge was relatively empty today. Minho observed a couple of kids playing video games in one corner and a woman cleaning up the leftovers of some baby back ribs on the table.

“Minho-yah!” Jonghyun enveloped Minho in a tight hug, patting him affectionately on the back. “Early as usual, huh.”

Minho stuffed his backpack into one of the cubbies. “Is that why no one’s here?”

“The sun sets in three hours, of course no one else is here,” Jonghyun laughed. He handed Minho a bag. “And by the way, here are your things from before. Don’t leave stuff again or we’ll confiscate it.”

“Actually?”

“No, silly,” Jonghyun said with a playful slap. “My mom would never enforce such a rule.”

“Where is your mom, by the way? I want to thank her for everything.”

“Sobam noona!” Jonghyun yelled loudly. A kid looked up from the video in curiosity before quickly returning to spamming his remote. “Where’s Mom?”

A young woman peered in through the doorframe. “Talking to Heechul outside. Why?”

“Minho-yah wants to see her,” Jonghyun smiled, pushing Minho forward.

He bowed politely to greet Jonghyun’s older sister, “Hi, Sodam-ssi.”

“Aish, Minho.” She pulled him into a tight hug just like Jonghyun had. “No need to be so formal, I’ve known you since you were in diapers, hm?” She ruffled up his hair kindly. “How are your parents?”

“They’re doing fine. Things are boring without me, is what they keep telling me,” Minho chuckled.

“I’m sure they are without your handsome face brightening things up,” she said, playfully pinching his cheeks and stretching out his face.

“Stop flirting with him, noona,” Jonghyun’s annoyed voice sounded from behind.

“Yah, I’m just stating the facts.” After a moment, she let go and patted his cheek softly. Voice gentle, she asked, “And I take it they don’t know…?”

Minho shook his head. “No one but Jonghyun and the others here know.” He tried to keep his voice level, not betraying how much it hurt to think about the big secret he was keeping from everyone he cared about.

But Sodam noticed anyway. She frowned and pulled Minho in for another tight hug, rubbing her hand along his back comfortingly. “We’re your family here, Minho. Everyone here is, don’t you forget that, okay?”

“Like a pack.”

“Not the time for jokes, Jonghyun-ah,” Sodam scolded. She let Minho go, observing his face. He hoped he didn’t look like he was about to cry. “These nights can be fun too, you know? Me and Jonghyunnie have come up with some games to pass the time. The kids love them.”

“That sounds great,” Minho said, cheering up when one of the kids playing video games rushed over to Sodam and tugged on the fabric of her pants insistently.

“What is it, Yoogeun-ah?” Sodam asked.

“Can we play duck-duck-goose tonight?”

Sodam hummed playfully, leaning down to squish Yoogeun’s face. “I don’t know… I didn’t hear the magic word.”

Jonghyun explained softly behind Minho. “Their parents are human. They drop them off here so that they can turn safely.”

Minho looked at Yoogeun, a kid probably barely six years old, cursed with turning into a beast with every full moon. He couldn’t imagine dealing with that at such a young age. He could barely deal with it now as a twenty-year-old.

“Pretty please?” Yoogeun pleaded with Sodam in a high-pitched voice.

“How can I say no to that?” Sodam booped his nose cutely. “Remind me later and we’ll play, okay?”

Yoogeun nodded and scurried back to the video game in the corner of the room. Sodam sighed, standing up straight now. “I know you wanted to see Mom tonight, but she’s really busy running this place with the inspection stuff and all. The city’s giving us a hard time again.”

“But I thought we passed fine last time?” Jonghyun asked.

“That was last time. They added a bunch of stupid rules and–” She ran a hand through her hair. “I’ll let her know that you were looking for her tonight, Minho. Maybe you’ll see her in the forest. It’s not the same as the family brunches we used to have but…”

“That sounds fine, noona,” Minho assured her, giving her his best smile.

Turns out he did see Jonghyun’s mother later that night in the forest. Granted, it was definitely strange meeting someone he hadn’t seen for a few years while both of them were wolves, but as the night progressed, Minho felt himself naturally embracing his form. They couldn’t speak telepathically – that was reserved for family members and those in an official pack, of which Minho was not still a part – but conversing as a wolf was somehow easy and natural.

He and Jonghyun hunted together for the first part of the night after meeting his mother, making games of their animal prey and feasting hungrily whenever they caught something. Once they were full, Jonghyun grunted to Minho to follow him. Together, they emerged from the forest, meeting the centaurs guarding the edge, their stoic figures illuminated in the moonlight.

Ever since he was a kid and learned about the different monsters that lived in the world in hiding, Minho had always felt bad for centaurs. They couldn’t disguise themselves as human, putting them inevitably at the most risk of all monsters. But only when Minho had turned into one himself, and Jonghyun had confided in him about also being a werewolf, did Jonghyun explain to him that sanctuaries like this around the world were not only for werewolves, but for centaurs and those who had no other option, or else be persecuted by humans. The centaurs provided guard while the werewolves hunted, making sure none of the wolves escaped into the city, and in return, they had a place to live and stay safe.

Minho knew all these things. But he had yet to meet a centaur, and though Minho was a large wolf, the centaur before him towered over him, looking down at him with a stern gaze. If Minho wasn’t a super-powered wolf right now, he would’ve started sweating with nerves.

“Heechul hyung,” Jonghyun grunted, bowing his head, light brown fur catching the moonlight. The first time Minho had transformed in the sanctuary, he was surprised at how the grunts and barks from the other wolves sounded just like words to him. And how he could easily speak as well.

“Jonghyun-ah, have you eaten yet?” Heechul asked in Korean, some worry in his voice.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t have come to see you otherwise,” Jonghyun said, annoyed.

“You can understand us?” Minho barked out, surprised.

Heechul spared him a glance. “We study thousands of languages.”

Before Minho could ask how barks and howls possibly constituted a language, Jonghyun spoke beside him. “Was Mom really worried about these inspections?”

Heechul sighed, eyes gazing up to the sky, the full moon smiling down at them with her cool light. “The inspectors are nervous about vampires and taking it out on us.”

“Vampires?” Minho asked.

Heechul continued as if he hadn’t heard Minho. “There have been an increase in vampire attacks in the city. They’re obviously vampires by the way the humans have died so I don’t understand why they’re blaming us or you all but,” his front hoof struck the ground with a soft thud, “it’s gonna take some convincing to get them to believe us.”

“Those damned vampires,” Jonghyun cursed. “They only care about themselves.” Looking back up at Heechul, he asked helplessly, “Don’t the inspectors realize that if they close us down, it’s more dangerous for humans?”

“They don’t care about that. They don’t care about us, you know this, Jonghyun-ah.” Heechul’s stoic expression hardened. “It’s just the way the world works, and they’ll always get their way.”

A distant howl cut through the quiet of the night, and Jonghyun sighed and stepped back, looking at Minho. “It’s Sodam noona. She wants us to play with the kids.”

Minho had understood that from the howl. Heechul also seemed to understand, already walking away and leaving them alone in the night. If Minho were born a centaur, he’d also harbor the same hatred for humans, he reasoned.

But as it stood, Minho was not a centaur. He had been human for almost his entire life, and he was still practically human for the majority of it, like Jonghyun had said. You’re human all the time until you’re not.

And Minho was in love with a human. There, he had admitted it to himself, although he would probably never admit it to Kibum. He had completely and utterly fallen for Taemin with his soft, giggly disposition. Taemin, with his adorable gummy smile and hiccupy laugh. Taemin, with his bright eyes that looked up at Minho whenever they stood near each other, if only Minho could lean down and kiss him.

He couldn’t possibly harbor so much hatred towards humans because he was stupidly in love with one and would do everything in his power to protect him.

“Minho-yah,” Jonghyun called, jerking his head in the direction of the forest again. “The kids.”

“Coming.” Minho lept into the forest after Jonghyun, a howl ripping through his throat to let the pack know he was on his way.

Minho trudged up his dorm hall’s steep flight of stairs, cursing the engineer that refused to install an elevator. He always felt exhausted after the full moon, sometimes sleeping through the entire next day, but he had two classes to attend in the morning and barely got through them after rushing back from the sanctuary late, even as he had a smile on his face from how liberating and fun the last night had been after talking to Heechul. He and Jonghyun had played with Sodam and the kids for most of the night, jumping and running around the forest until they were out of breath and panting in a moonlit flower field Jonghyun had discovered years before.

But he hadn’t even been back to his room the entire day, and he could practically hear his bed beckoning him from a few floors up. He threw open the heavy stairwell door, jumping when he heard it thump against someone.

“Yah, watch where you’re going,” Kibum muttered, rubbing his head as he walked away. He didn’t look at Minho, and it seemed like he was in a rush, but Minho couldn’t help it.

“You’ve got eyes too.”

Kibum spun around on his heel, a glare set on his face before he realized it was Minho. His features softened into a knowing smirk and he drawled out, “Hello, Choi Minho. Late night?” He glanced knowingly at the mesh bag of clothes slung around his shoulder. Minho’s face reddened, but before he could say anything, Kibum placed his hands on his hips. “Let me guess, Taemin? Hm, but that doesn’t make any sense, you live together…” he mused teasingly, eyes narrowing at Minho.

“No, that’s not–” Minho started before Kibum waved his hand at him dismissively.

“I don’t have time for your denial,” he said impatiently. He lowered his voice to a whisper and stepped closer to Minho, eyes darting around the hallway. “I was rushing over to tell my roommate, but did you hear about the attack last night?”

“Attack?”

“Yeah, I accidentally overheard Professor Jinki and some cop talking about it. Two guys dead in the north end, pretty brutally killed apparently.”

Minho’s eyes widened. “Killed? How do they know?”

“Pretty sure if they had alcohol poisoning they wouldn’t be so hush-hush about it,” Kibum rolled his eyes. “But no, get this. One guy’s heart was excised.”

Minho gaped. “As in– torn out?”

“Yeah, that’s all I heard before I had to go. Crazy shit, right?” Kibum shook his head, stepping back and glancing down the hall towards his dorm. “I don’t know why they haven’t made an announcement or something, though. If there’s some manic serial killer running around campus who tears out his victims’ hearts in the dead of night, then I’d like to know.”

Minho nodded mutely, murmuring a quick goodbye to Kibum before he rushed off to his dorm, leaving Minho standing in the quiet hallway. An excised heart? Brutally murdered? Was this what Heechul was talking about, the vampire attacks? Minho took a shuddering breath in and headed towards his dorm, trying to block out the mental image of two torn up bodies lying across campus, shimmering with wet blood.

The dorm was a disaster. The cushions on the couch were upturned, the drawers in their tiny kitchen halfway open, and utensils on the floor.

What happened?

Minho carefully stepped into the dorm, clicking the door shut behind him and sliding off his shoes. Was this Taemin’s doing? Was Taemin even home? He hesitantly made his way towards Taemin’s bedroom door, hesitating before knocking.

What if Taemin had thrown some sort of party last night and had gotten so wasted he was still asleep in the afternoon? Or what if he wasn’t asleep? What if he was making out with some guest from the party right this minute?

He was jumping to conclusions. Jealous conclusions. Shaking the thoughts away, he prepared to knock before hearing a soft, choked sob from inside the room. He pressed his ear against the door, worry drawn all over his face as the sobs continued, hiccupy and desperate. He forgot about knocking and burst through Taemin’s door loudly. “Taemin-ah, what’s wrong?”

Taemin sat in a huddled ball on his floor, t-shirts and underwear littered all over the floor. One drawer from his dresser lay detached from the piece of furniture on the floor. There were crushed cans thrown near his mini-fridge, along with a gallon jug. The only normal thing was his bed, which was wrinkled but still made, indicating that someone had just lain on top of it.

“Hyung?”

Minho looked down at Taemin, a shaking pile of limps on the floor, small and delicate and hurt. He was a mess, snot, and tears running down his face from who knows how long he had been crying. When Taemin noticed Minho studying him, he rubbed his hands aggressively over his face, wiping it all off. Then he sat on his hands and stared at the floor, a small whimper escaping from his throat.

“Taemin, what happened?” Minho asked, hoping his voice conveyed all the concern he felt. What could have happened to Taemin to leave him like this? Who had done this to him? Minho’s blood boiled at the thought that someone had hurt Taemin this badly. He navigated his way through the maze of litter in the bedroom, sinking down onto the floor beside Taemin, their backs against his bed frame and knees slightly touching. He ignored the urge to pull Taemin into a tight hug. When Taemin still didn’t speak, Minho carefully said, “Taemin-ah, you can tell me.”

Taemin whimpered again, another tear falling from his chin. Minho couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped Taemin up with his strong arms, patting his back comfortingly as more sobs ripped through Taemin’s throat. They stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting as Taemin’s cries softened to some heavy breathing and finally stopped. Minho rubbed his back through it all, heart hurting with the way he felt the fabric of his shirt getting wet with Taemin’s tears.

His jaw clenched. Whoever did this to Taemin would pay.

When Taemin finally pulled away, he stood up on shaky legs and pulled some tissues out of the box, blowing his nose loudly. They both said nothing as Taemin exhausted his nostrils and cleaned up his face before sitting by Minho on the floor again.

“Are you okay?” Minho asked quietly.

Taemin sniffled and gave him a small nod, eyes trained on the floor. “I’m a little better.”

Minho tried again. “What happened?”

“I…I can’t tell you.”

Minho leaned forward to look Taemin in the eyes. “You can tell me anything, Taemin-ah. Nothing will scare me away.” He meant it.

“No, this is bad,” Taemin said helplessly. “You won’t ever see me the same way again.”

“Trashing the apartment isn’t the end of the world, Taemin,” Minh tried. “You just have to let me know next time you decide to throw a party–”

“No,” Taemin cut him off. “No, it’s not like that. It’s worse.” He let his head hang between his knees. “A thousand times worse.”

Minho took Taemin’s hand in his, sensing him tense with his touch. Was he making it worse? He brushed the thought away, focused on telling Taemin as lovingly as he could, “You can tell me anything. Tell me who did this to you.”

“It was me,” Taemin cried, looking up at Minho with panicked eyes. “Me. I did it.”

“I told you, the mess isn’t that big of a deal, we can just cl–”

Taemin tried pulling his hand away but Minho held on. “You shouldn’t even be near me,” ripped out of Taemin, another choked sob following.

“Taemin, what’s wrong? What are you saying?” Minho turned Taemin’s hand over in his, ready to rub his thumb soothingly over his palm. “What happened to your hands?” His palms were stained slightly red, some dried blood visible underneath his nails.

Taemin snatched his hand away, not looking Minho in the eye. “I can’t tell you.”

“Taemin, if you don’t tell me, I can’t help you,” Minho pleaded.

“You can’t help me either way.”

“Let me try,” Minho cried. “It’s killing me to see you like this, you know? Sobbing on the floor for a reason you won’t tell me.”

Taemin bit back another sob, shutting his eyes tightly. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Do what?”

“It’s too much, I can’t,” he repeated like a mantra.

“What’s too much?” Minho pressed.

“I’m a vampire, okay?” Taemin snapped, staring at Minho. He took a shaky breath in. “There, I said it. I…I’m a vampire.”

Minho didn’t speak for a moment, opening and closing his mouth pointlessly as he struggled to say something and Taemin continued staring at him. “A vampire? You?” he finally managed, his voice hoarse. Taemin nodded solemnly.

“So the blood…the attack… That– that was you?”

Taemin tensed but remained silent, confirming Minho’s suspicion. “I didn’t mean it,” he whispered after a few moments. “I didn’t want any of this, I didn’t mean it.”

Minho’s stomach twisted in on itself. He felt betrayed, lied to. Taemin? The sweet kid who cooked bad rice for him and needed math help was a vampire? The most dangerous monster, capable of brutal deaths and mutilations, feeding on human beings and damned for eternity. It just didn’t make any sense.

Taemin had murdered two men.

And now he was sitting cross-legged next to him in his bedroom. Minho shifted so that their knees were no longer touching, burying his face in his hands.

“A vampire,” he said finally.

It wasn’t a question, just a statement. Minho knew Taemin wasn’t joking, and it all started adding up in a rush in his mind: the pungent smell of animal blood from his room that first day, why he was never tired, his paleness, why he barely ate. The realization, the lies, the coverups were all too much for Minho.

“Hyung?”

Minho lifted his head with some difficulty, blinking at Taemin numbly. He still had the same tear-stained, adorable face that Minho had wanted to kiss hundreds of times before and just minutes ago wanted to hug and comfort. But now Minho noticed his teeth and wondered what he would look like with his fangs out, hissing and ravenous for blood. It scared him, and it scared him that he didn’t seem to know this side of Taemin at all. It was like meeting a completely different person he entirely disliked, one he knew was evil, but learning they were one in the same with someone he loved. It was too much all at once.

He stood up rapidly. “I need to go.”

“Hyung, wait–”

“Wait for what?” Minho turned away from Taemin, unable to look him in the eyes. “Wait for you to attack me or something? And what if I had been here last night?” He paused, breathing quickly. He shut his eyes tightly as he forced out, “It would’ve been me, right?”

Taemin pleaded, voice cracking, “No, no, hyung I’d never–”

“Taemin, I can’t do this right now. I need some time,” Minho said bruskly, pushing his way out of his bedroom and into the hall, running down the stairs and across the campus, towards the one place he knew he’d be safe.

“Jonghyun hyung,” Minho panted when he reached the sanctuary after Jonghyun had helped him walk inside. “I found the vampire.”

. . .

Taemin stared at his door, slowly swinging back into place after Minho had roughly pushed it open and stormed out. There was no sound, except the quiet ticking of the clock down the hall Taemin could hear if he focused.

Which he couldn’t because Minho had left him. Minho had left him. Minho had looked at him with pure fear, wide eyes trained on his mouth, no doubt examining his hidden fangs. He had completely shattered whatever idea he had of Taemin, leaving a shell of a person – no, not even a person. A monster.

Minho had reacted the exact way Taemin would have if he were in his place, he couldn’t even blame him.

Taemin blinked back the tears burning behind his eyes. He’d done enough crying already with Minho.

Stop thinking about Minho!

He had lost Minho. And he just had to accept that.

He inhaled deeply, staggering to his feet. He had to think logically now, no matter how much his heart hurt. His life was more at stake with every passing moment, the human cops no doubt putting two and two together pretty soon. Taemin could call his brother since he had been the one to help him last time this happened. Or his parents, Taemin remembered with a cringe.

But one quick glance at the mirror and seeing his disheveled, bloody, and cried-out self staring back at him with a blank expression told him that he was in no position to deal with his overbearing family even if they could help him. At least not right now. He needed to compose himself first, maybe find someone else to talk to. As he cleaned up in the bathroom, looking somewhat presentable again, he ran over his options again. Besides his parents and family friends from out of town, he didn’t know any other vampires.

Which is how he ended up sitting outside the nearest vampire convenience store, sipping on an apple-juice carton that actually contained goat’s blood, the receipt crumpled on the table. He figured he might as well buy his favorite flavor. Maybe he’d feel better.

Once he finished his drink, he leaned back in his chair, people-watching those passing by on the sidewalk. They didn’t spare the convenience store a glance, very easily disguised as a normal human one. But there was a secret back area open only to vampires, making it perfect for those who needed to restock on suppressors or a quick fix of animal blood. Taemin cringed when he remembered how close he was last night to the store, on the brink before losing control.

But he didn’t regret saving the woman, even if he killed two evil men in the process. He just couldn’t find it in himself to feel that sorry.

Until Minho’s shocked face flashed again in his mind.

Taemin ran a frustrated hand through his hair, focusing on calming down his breathing. He was here to find another vampire, that was the whole point. He refocused on the plan, taking note of anyone who walked into the store and if they went into the secret back area. He thought about talking to the cashier but the glare she sent him when he tried to make small talk as he bought his goat’s blood sent a shiver down his spine and scared him off. He’d have to resort to a passerby.

“Taemin?”

Taemin blinked up at the voice and was surprised to see Professor Jinki standing before him, dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt. “Professor,” Taemin said, hurriedly getting to his feet to greet him with a bow.

Jinki smiled at him warmly. “Will you be here for a while? I’d like to chat.”

Talk with him here? Was he in trouble? “Sure,” Taemin stammered out. “I’m staying for a while.”

“Great.” Jinki glanced towards the convenience store. “I’ll be right back. The stuff I need to buy is in the back,” he said before winking at Taemin and leaving him flabbergasted alone at the table.

Jinki couldn’t be a vampire too, could he? Taemin watched through the window with his heart in his throat as Jinki approached the cashier and she nodded and led him through to the secret vampire section.

Jinki was a vampire.

A vampire who clearly knew about Taemin, what with that wink he gave him earlier. How did he find out? Was Taemin that obvious? He had kept it from Minho for this long, and Minho was the person he had spent the most time with.

But his thoughts were interrupted when Jinki returned, two cans of cow’s blood in his hands. He sat down across from Taemin, sliding one of the cans over to him. Taemin took it hesitantly, eyeing Jinki the entire time, the can cracking open with a soft hiss.

“I didn’t know what flavor you liked, so I went with a classic,” Jinki started casually. “I’m sure you’re feeling full enough as it is.”

Taemin froze, placing the can back onto the table. “What?”

“The two men. That was you, wasn’t it?”

Taemin stared at Jinki incredulously, sputtering out, “Professor, I don’t know–”

Jinki chuckled softly, sipping on his cow’s blood. “Relax, I’m here to help you. I don’t want to see you get hauled in by the Council.”

“What?”

Help him? There had been too many surprises today, and Taemin didn’t know what to believe. His parents had taught him that it was every vampire for themself and that he could trust no one but his family. Who even was this Jinki? How old was he? What family did he come from? Did he even come from one? There was just too much Taemin didn’t know.

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

Jinki sighed, placing the now empty can onto the table. “I know your parents, Taemin. Known them for years actually, which is how I recognized you before.”

“My parents? They’ve never mentioned you,” Taemin thought out loud.

“We had a bit of a falling out,” Jinki frowned at the memory. “Different philosophies.”

They fell silent for a moment, hearing the occasional car woosh by them on the street.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Taemin asked.

“436.” At Taemin’s surprised expression, Jinki laughed and said, “What? It’s your parents’ ages too.”

“That’s true,” Taemin nodded. “I just can’t get over how young you look.”

Jinki preened, flipping his hair dramatically. “One of our special abilities, as I’m sure you know.”

At the reminder of his abilities, Taemin grimaced and looked down at the table, avoiding Jinki’s eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

“Listen, Taemin-ah.” Jinki leaned forward on his elbows, voice low. “Your family raised you to hunt humans, which is why this happened. I know it was an accident, and I know you don’t want this to keep happening.”

“How do you know? It could’ve been on purpose,” Taemin snapped, looking back at Jinki and hoping he sounded intimidating and not at all terrified by his actions and the consequences he might face in the future.

“For one, you wouldn’t have left such a mess on purpose, I’m sure your parents taught you how to clean up well,” Jinki stated matter-of-factly. Then, eyes not leaving Taemin’s face, he said sincerely, “And you care. You care, or you wouldn’t be in university now.” He leaned back into his seat and added, “You wouldn’t have saved that woman last night.”

“How–”

“Cameras, Taemin-ah.” At Taemin’s panicked expression, Jinki waved his hand dismissively. “They didn’t catch your face in the footage, don’t worry.”

Taemin gave him a small nod, hands playing with the zipper of his jacket nervously. “So no one knows it’s me?”

“Not yet.” Jinki paused, studying Taemin. “I can make sure it stays that way.”

“You’d do that?” A small flicker of hope burned in his chest at the idea of a second – or third, technically – chance.

“Yes, if you agree to train with me.” Taemin squinted at Jinki in confusion and he explained, “Train with me to control your hunger.” At Taemin’s still confused expression, he looked around as if searching for the words to clarify. Finally he settled on, “What do you know about vampire families?”

Taemin furrowed his brow in question but answered anyway, reciting what his parents had told him since he was young. “There are some extremely old and powerful families whose legacies still survive today. They’re different from vampires that are turned as humans, being born from two vampire parents. They require…” Taemin hesitated, and Jinki motioned for Taemin to continue. “They require human blood as opposed to animal blood to maintain control over their superior powers.”

Jinki nodded in satisfaction. “Exactly. Your parents, and by extension you and your brother, are legacies in this way. So am I.”

Taemin’s eyes widened. “Really?”

Jinki nodded again. “When the Council outlawed human hunting centuries ago to protect us from humans and keep us hidden, some legacy families were…not happy, you could say.” Jinki smiled wryly after finding the right words, eyes distant as he recalled the events he was probably there for. “Your family being one of them.”

“And you were fine with it?”

“I was for it. Hence the falling out,” Jinki said. “For years before, I had been developing techniques and practices to stay off human blood and tried to make it more widespread among legacy families. Your parents weren’t happy with that either.” He sighed before leveling Taemin with a look. “But with my methods, you can stay off the suppressors and control your hunger and powers.”

Taemin perked up, curious. “Really? How does that work?”

“I can train you,” Jinki smiled. “It’s not easy, but in my experience, it’s worth it.”

“So,” Taemin gestured at the empty cans scattered on the table, “you only drink animal blood? And you don’t get hungry?”

“Yup,” Jinki said cheerfully. “And without suppressors, you’ll be able to use your powers as well. Wisely, of course,” he added carefully.

“Right, right,” Taemin agreed quickly. He paused, remembering his parents' words and lessons to him as a child, engrained in his mind: Human blood is the only thing that sustains us. Feeding is a matter of survival.

He nervously glanced up at Jinki. “How can I trust you? How do I know this works?”

Jinki sighed deeply again and said, “You don’t. Your parents could handle the Council if you told them what happened with no problem, though they’d probably pull you out of school to keep an eye on you.” Taemin’s stomach twisted at the thought of leaving his new home, but Jinki continued. “This is a leap of faith, and I understand your hesitation. But Taemin-ah.” Jinki leaned forward again, voice strong when he said, “I see myself in you. This life is tearing you apart, like it did to me and I don’t want to see you go down the paths I did. I can help you.”

Taemin swallowed back a lump that had formed in his throat. Voice catching, he said without looking Jinki in the eye, “You don’t know me.”

“I’ve seen how you act around your friends, especially that Choi Minho.” Taemin’s heart jumped at his name, and Jinki smiled warmly at him. “Taemin, you care. You aren’t a monster.”

“But…what I did…” Taemin let out a choked sob, covering his mouth with his hand to keep Jinki from seeing, which of course he did anyway. Jinki rushed over to Taemin’s side, pulling him into a hug. Taemin let the tears fall again.

Shaking in Jinki’s arms, Taemin heard him say softly over his head, “Now, you can make it right.”

Taemin walked back to his dorm alone, the almost-full moon looming over him in the sky. After crying again and later composing himself, Jinki told Taemin to meet him the next morning in his office to start their training. He said it was mostly mental exercises and meditations to start, which Taemin had no clue how that would help, but he was in no position to argue, not when Jinki held the key to the life Taemin wanted in his hand.

Not having to feed on human blood would be a game-changer for Taemin. Jinki had told him that his previous method of brute force and ignoring the symptoms until they became unbearable was avoiding the problem and eventually making it worse. Human blood was like a drug, an addiction. And the more Taemin fed on it, the more the hunger would control him. He needed to break the cycle.

But for now, he was still full, his senses sharp, his strength sizzling at his fingertips. He had bought a few more suppressors at the convenience store for later, which Jinki had agreed was a good back-up as he began his training. They rattled loudly in his pocket as he trudged up the stairs, not looking forward to the mess he’d have to clean up in the dorm.

Taemin pushed open the heavy stairwell door at his floor and was met with a bang and some cussing.

“What the fuck– this is the second time,” Kibum mumbled as he rubbed his head, shooting Taemin a death glare before softening slightly when he recognized him. “Ah, Taemin-ah.” Then it hardened again when he noticed his messy clothes and hair, eyes scanning him up and down. Taemin must’ve not done a good job washing up earlier. “What are you doing out so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Taemin was pretty sure it was past 3 AM and it was a Thursday. There had to be a reason Minho’s loud human friend from across the hall was up at this time.

“I asked first.”

Taemin rolled his eyes, brushing past him to get to his dorm. He used his practiced excuse. “Studying.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kibum drawled sarcastically.

Taemin stopped to turn and look at Kibum, who had one brow raised at him suspiciously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you’re seeing someone else, you should just tell Minho.”

“What?”

Kibum stepped closer to him. “Don’t play dumb. If you’re seeing someone else, then yeah, that’s fine. But don’t play with Minho’s heart and tell it to him straight.”

Taemin gaped at him before stammering out, “I’m not seeing anyone else.”

Kibum scoffed, gesturing at Taemin’s get-up. “Say whatever you want. Just don’t lead Minho on anymore. It’s exhausting to hear about it all the time.”

“How am I leading h–”

“Please, don’t you realize how much he likes you?” At Taemin’s shocked expression, Kibum laughed dryly, the sound echoing in the empty hall. “Even my roommate’s noticed and he never talks to Minho.”

“But Minho…” Taemin remembered how Minho had stormed out earlier, how he had looked at him with pure fear in his eyes. If there was something there before, it was surely extinguished now. “We had a fight,” Taemin said quietly. “If he liked me before, I’m sure he doesn’t like me now.”

“Oh,” Kibum stepped back, voice softening. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” He paused, searching for the right words in the awkward silence that stretched between them. “I’m sure you two will figure it out.”

“If I were him, I wouldn’t even try,” Taemin mumbled, walking towards his dorm and slamming the door behind him.

. . .

“The vampire? Minho-yah, you realize there’s not just one vampire,” Jonghyun said after helping an exhausted Minho into a seat at the lounge dining table, taking the seat beside him for himself. “There are probably dozens in Seoul alone.”

Minho struggled to respond, still catching his breath from running the entire way here. “My…roommate,” he managed to say between breaths.

Jonghyun froze. “Your roommate’s a vampire?” Minho gave him a small nod, surprised when Jonghyun then clapped him cheerily on the back and said, “That’s great! You have another monster you can bond with!”

“What?”

“I mean, vampires aren’t my favorites, it’d be better if he were a merman or fae or even better, another werewolf,” Jonghyun rambled to himself. Then he shook his head with a smile. “But we’ll take what we can get, right?”

“Huh– hyung, he’s a vampire.”.

“So? He has to live in hiding like the rest of us. If you’re worried about yourself, they don’t like werewolf blood. And human hunting was banned internally years ago.” Jonghyun yawned, totally at ease with Minho’s revelation and probably exhausted from the night before. Minho was even starting to feel sleep deprivation settling into his body.

He shook it away and took a deep breath. “This one,” Minho struggled to say, “killed two people.”

Jonghyun’s eyes widened in understanding and he stayed quiet for a moment. Now Minho could notice the prominent bags under his eyes.

“This roommate, he’s the one you’ve talked about before, right?”

Minho tensed, shooting Jonghyun a questioning look. He might have mentioned to Jonghyun some things here and there about Taemin, how cute he looked when focused on his studies or when eating cereal. But all that felt foreign to him now, like the memories of a different person. “Yeah, it’s him.”

“You really care about him.”

“What– no, he’s a murderer,” Minho said immediately, ignoring how his stomach twisted in on itself tighter and tighter, coiling in his body. He spat out as viciously as he could, “He means nothing to me.”

It sounded like a pathetic lie to his own ears.

Jonghyun caught on, sighing deeply. “Minho, he trusted you with a very important part of himself. He clearly cares about you too. Did you even hear him out? Vampires usually don’t attack humans anymore, especially not those in university.”

A pang of guilt stabbed through Minho. He hadn’t heard Taemin’s side of the story, only the scraps from Kibum and what he pulled together with Taemin’s silence and his own imagination. He remembered how small and hurt Taemin had looked in his room, huddled in on himself and sobs racking through him, tears staining Minho’s shirt. He clenched his fists on the table, suddenly angry with himself for how he handled the situation, storming out after Taemin told him he was a vampire.

Minho imagined himself in Taemin’s shoes. If he had told Taemin that he was a werewolf and Taemin stormed out and yelled at him, how would he feel?

Destroyed. That was the only word that came to Minho’s mind at the thought. If Taemin rejected such an integral part of him, a part of himself he had come to enjoy in a strange way, making friends in the sanctuary and escaping every 28 days, he would feel completely and utterly destroyed. He loved Taemin and he had learned to love this part of himself.

But Taemin didn’t seem to love being a vampire, if his crying and hesitation to tell Minho was any indication. And Minho had just made it worse, treating him like an entirely different person and storming out. Where even was Taemin now? Still huddled in his room, by himself in the dark? Or maybe stumbling around aimlessly in the city, looking for someone to talk to? It should’ve been Minho with him.

He buried his face in his hands. “What have I done?” he whispered.

Jonghyun placed a comforting arm around his shoulders. “My advice, Minho-yah, is to have compassion. You’ll come to realize you have more in common than you think in this world.”

Minho stayed quiet, even as Jonghyun sighed and stood up, telling him that they both had to sleep and that he was welcome to stay the night if he wanted. Minho sat at the table, watching all the sanctuary lights shut off one by one down the hall, thinking about Taemin. His hand rested over the phone hidden in his pocket, burning a hole through the fabric. He should just text Taemin, apologize, and tell him that they needed to talk.

He fished his phone out, ready to swipe into Taemin’s contact name, but it was dead. Minho gripped his phone tightly, resisting the urge to smash it into the table. He ran his hands through his hair, knotting his fingers on it and tugging on whatever he found until it hurt. He leaned over the table, blinking back the tears that now threatened to spill out. He had to fix this, he had to.

But exhaustion started overtaking him. The longer Minho stayed at the table with the lights off trying to think of how to make things right, the more the darkness and urge to sleep tempted him, until he fell asleep on the table, dead phone in his open palm.

Minho stood before his hall’s front doors, neck craning upwards as he looked at the floors until his eyes landed on the fifth one: his and Taemin’s. Minho had stayed the entire day at the sanctuary, tidying himself up and helping Jonghyun with spring cleaning chores to get his mind off Taemin, which was impossible. Every time Taemin flashed in his mind, it was the broken and crying one in his room, probably hurt beyond that because of Minho’s actions.

He had cleaned every corner of the sanctuary today.

But after a while, Jonghyun basically kicked him out. You can’t avoid him forever, Minho-yah. And now, the sun recently set and dusk creating a hazy glow around everything, Minho stood before his dorm’s building, hand on the door handle, ready to pull. But he couldn’t. He didn’t even know what he was going to say to Taemin. That he forgave him for murdering two people? That he didn’t care that he was a vampire? That he was also a monster?

That he loved him.

Minho wrenched his hand away from the door, shaking his head and deciding to stroll around campus a bit before figuring it out. He needed to clear his mind.

He walked like that for an hour or so, watching the dusk turn to night and listening to the crickets chirping, until he had looped around and ended up right in the same spot as before, his hall’s building looming before him. He still hadn’t exactly figured out what he was going to say when he saw Taemin but he knew he couldn’t put it off anymore.

Just as he made for the door, a soft whimper from behind caused him to spin around. There was a medium-sized dog hiding underneath the nearby bench, barely noticeable in the soft glow of the streetlight. It whimpered and whined insistently as Minho approached the dog slowly, crouching to his knees in front of it and holding out his palm for the dog to sniff.

“Hey there, buddy,” Minho said quietly to not startle it. “What’s wrong?” The dog just whined again, pushing its snout into Minho’s hand and looking up at him with big eyes. Minho chuckled, somehow knowing what it wanted. “Hungry, hm?”

The dog wagged its tail excitedly as Minho reached into his pocket for the organic granola bar he always carried around, the crinkling sound as he ripped open the packaging making the dog bark happily. Minho broke off part of it and placed it on the floor for the dog to eat. It gobbled it up quickly and looked up at Minho for more. He laughed and broke up the rest of the bar to leave it on the floor for the dog, dusting his hands off when he finished. He watched with satisfaction as the dog munched on the bar hungrily, humming lightly at how relaxed he felt now.

He made up his mind then. He had to tell Taemin the truth – about everything. About how he wanted to hear his side, about how he was a werewolf, and about how he loved him. It was the only way to truly make things right between them. No more secrets.

Determined, Minho pet the dog softly, scratching it behind its ears. “Come back if you’re hungry again, okay?” With that, he stood up and opened the door that he couldn’t before, trudging up the familiar, annoying stairs, to get to his dorm’s front door. He took a deep breath and unlocked it, tentatively stepping inside.

The dorm was spotless. The tiny kitchen counter gleamed at him, the floor sparkled, and everything smelled like cleaning supplies. Minho slipped off his shoes quietly, wondering if he should call for Taemin or knock on his door or just wait for him to approach him.

But just then, Taemin appeared from the bathroom with a bottle of Windex and a rag in his hands, jumping when he noticed Minho standing there. “Hi, hyung,” he said nervously.

“Taemin-ah.” Minho wanted nothing more than to rush up to Taemin and squeeze him into a tight hug, never letting him go ever again. He looked adorable in an oversized sweatshirt, fluffy hair covering his forehead and his eyes. He never listened when Minho had told him to cut it. Minho took a step forward, ready to say something when Taemin cut him off.

“I…I understand if you don’t want to be roommates anymore.”

What?

Minho stepped forward again, confusion drawn on his face, before he froze in place when he noticed Taemin tense, gripping the Windex bottle tighter.

“I understand if you feel unsafe with me as your roommate and…” Taemin hesitated. “And if you don’t even want to be friends anymore.” His voice shook and Minho’s heart cracked.

“Taemin-ah,” Minho started.

But Taemin blindly continued, staring down at the floor, eyes unblinking, “I cleaned up today and I’ll go through all the trouble of changing rooms so you don’t have to do anything and I’ll leave you alo–”

Minho had him wrapped up in a hug, Windex and rag hitting the floor with a soft thud. Taemin’s breath caught in his throat and he felt tense in Minho’s arms for a few moments before he relaxed, melting into the hug and tentatively wrapping his small arms around Minho’s back. Minho squeezed him tighter.

“I still want to be roommates,” Minho assured him, breath whispering into Taemin’s hair. “And your friend.”

“But I’m a monster,” Taemin said quietly into Minho’s chest.

Minho pulled away, searching Taemin’s eyes. In them he found apprehension, worry, guilt, regret swimming around in a confused mess, breaking Taemin from the inside. “I know you’re not actually a monster, even if you’re a vampire.”

“I killed two men.” Taemin blinked up at Minho, eyes watering. “And someone else…before.”

“Tell me the story.”

And so Minho sat beside Taemin on their couch as Taemin explained how he had lost control both times, not meaning to go so far and not meaning to kill anyone either. The only reason he had lost control was that he was so determined to not kill anyone in the first place. He told him about the woman that night, hopefully somewhere safe now. And he told him about how he had found a better way for the future, a way to avoid killing and losing control altogether. The entire time, Minho found himself drawn closer to Taemin, their sides pressed comfortably together.

“I’d never hurt you, hyung,” Taemin said after he finished. He looked up at Minho, eyes pleading. “Not on purpose. The idea of me losing control on you makes me want to die.”

“Don’t say that Taemin-ah,” Minho said quickly, grabbing his hand in his and squeezing it. He barely even realized what he was doing, but it didn’t matter. He held on as he said as sincerely as he could, “I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. And I’m sorry for reacting the way I did.”

“It’s okay, I would’ve reacted the same way to learning my roommate’s a blood-sucking vampire,” Taemin laughed dryly. He paused, looking down at their hands intertwined shyly before saying, “You know, I’d always hated being a vampire. It didn’t matter as a kid growing up because I was never hungry and didn’t go out much so I could super-speed wherever I wanted or use my strength, but now…even if I end up controlling my hunger, I’ll still have to hide.”

“Hiding is the worst part,” Minho nodded in understanding.

“You say that as if you know,” Taemin chuckled. At Minho’s silence, Taemin’s eyes widened. “Wait, do you?”

“Taemin, I have to tell you something now.” Minho still held Taemin’s hand and wasn’t about to let go. He took a deep breath. “I’m actually a werewolf.”

Silence stretched out between them, making Minho’s heart beat faster, unsure what Taemin’s wide eyes and parted mouth meant.

After endless moments, Taemin finally said, “So that’s why you smell like dog.”

Minho laughed, a free, unbridled cackle that shocked Taemin before he cracked a smile in response.

“That’s what you say to that?”

“Sorry,” Taemin blushed, a smile pulling at his lips from Minho’s contagious laugh. “It’s just, you’ve always smelled like dog to me. Your room too.”

Minho laughed again, leaning his head onto Taemin’s shoulder for support. “Oh my God, at least tell me the smell is tolerable.”

“Somewhat.” At Minho’s playful slap, Taemin smiled and said, “It went from kinda annoying to…sweet somehow.”

“Sweet? Okay, I can work with that.” Minho had his head against Taemin’s shoulder, feeling his every shallow breath. They were so close. And they were still holding hands.

“My parents hate werewolves.”

Minho sat up straight, playfully grimacing at Taemin’s words. “This is werewolf-phobic.”

Taemin laughed, bright and hiccupy and perfect. Minho looked at their hands tangled together still, deciding how he would say the next bit. But instead of some long cheesy speech he had imagined in his head, what slipped out was, “You’re so cute.”

Taemin rolled his eyes, used to Minho saying this. “A cute vampire, huh? That’s an interesting combo.”

“No, you’re–” Minho struggled to come up with the words, his plan already ruined in his head. “You’re cute cute.”

“Hyung, you’re making no sense,” he laughed. “I know I’m cute, you tell me all the time–”

“I like you, Taemin-ah,” Minho said in a flustered mess. Taemin’s stopped laughing, looking at Minho intently. But they were still holding hands. That was a good sign, right?

“I like you, too, hyung.”

Minho’s heart lept up to his throat, and he blinked at Taemin stupidly a few times, registering what he just said. “You do?”

Taemin hesitated, and Minho was worried that he’d take it back or say it was a mistake or something, but instead, Taemin leaned forward and kissed Minho on the lips, quick and chaste, just a simple peck, but it sent Minho’s head spinning and his heart pounding.

When Taemin pulled away, Minho couldn’t stop looking at his lips. They moved as he said rather breathlessly, “Yes.”

That was all Minho needed to pull Taemin towards him, kissing him again, more deeply this time. He squeezed his hand as they found a rhythm, and after a few moments, he let go, trailing his hands up Taemin’s sides, one resting on his shoulder and the other on his waist, pulling him closer and closer to him on the couch. Minho went white-hot when Taemin moaned into his mouth after Minho nibbled on his bottom lip, roughly pulling him closer and adjusting so that Taemin was straddling him. Taemin’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling and making Minho dizzy with want.

Minho pulled away breathless. He admired Taemin’s flushed face, beautiful lips parted for him, quick breaths tickling his nose. “Are you sure you want this?” Minho asked, voice hoarse.

“Yes,” Taemin nodded, pulling Minho in by the nape of his neck to kiss him again, body melting into Minho’s. He whispered into the kiss, “I want you.”

That was all Minho needed to kiss Taemin, never letting him go again.

. . .

“Hyung, seriously? The dog too?” Taemin asked with a knowing smile, dragging his suitcase out of the hall, bright afternoon sunlight beaming down on him and making him squint. He basked in its warmth, remembering with satisfaction that he had put on extra sunscreen this morning. He always needed to layer it in the summer.

Minho was crouched on the ground, attaching a bright pink color he had just bought on the stray dog he had befriended (and practically adopted at this rate). He called her Sera, short for Seraphina, which he had told Taemin meant “fiery and ardent.” Taemin had laughed and teased him in between kisses that he just wanted this dog to be stubborn and competitive like him. Minho hadn’t denied it, just blushed and kissed Taemin again.

“You know we can’t leave her,” Minho called back, scratching Sera behind her ears and mumbling baby talk to her. “She’s part of the family. And who would feed her while we’re gone?”

Taemin rolled his eyes, taking Minho’s suitcase for him while he fiddled with the leash on Sera’s collar. “You know perfectly well that she’s capable of handling herself.”

“C’mon,” Minho whined at Taemin, stomping his foot adorably on the ground. “She’d love Yeosu, you know she would.” He reached for Taemin’s arm and pulled him into his body, whispering, “And I’ll make sure she gives us our alone time.”

Taemin went hot and blinked up at Minho. Even though they had been dating for over a month now and had even planned a summer vacation to the countryside together, Minho’s boldness around Taemin still left him flustered. He kissed Minho quickly on the cheek, disentangling his body before muttering, “Of course, she can come, I was just teasing.”

Minho laughed and Taemin smiled as they walked towards the edge of campus where their ride was to pick them up. Taemin’s parents knew that he had a boyfriend and were more than willing to make accommodations for them to stay for a few weeks in their summer home in Yeosu, arranging fancy transportation and meals that, when Taemin told him, had Minho’s eyes bulging out of his head with Yah, Taemin-ah, we don’t need all this bougie stuff. But his parents insisted and Minho caved. Taemin had conveniently left out the fact that Minho was a werewolf, but he’d cross that bridge later.

A few hours later, after falling asleep on Minho’s lap in the car and Sera happily sniffing out the window, they arrived at the medium-sized house. Sera bounced happily behind them as they dragged their suitcases inside, Minho whistling at the sleek, modern decor inside, a view of the ocean sparkling back at them.

“Your parents are no joke,” he said in awe.

“Well, they had centuries to make money,” Taemin stated matter-of-factly. He looked up the stairs and said, “So our bedroom is upstairs, but we can take the stuff up later and–”

“We’re sharing a room?” Minho glanced at Taemin with a smirk.

Taemin went red. “I– I mean, we don’t have to, but I figured–”

“You figured right,” Minho said, closing the distance between them to brush some of Taemin’s hair behind his ear. “I just like seeing you flustered. You’re adorable.”

Taemin turned away, not sure if he could control himself with Minho so close. And they had business tonight anyway. “How are you feeling, by the way? The sun sets soon.”

Minho sighed, pulling away from Taemin and shaking out his limbs. “I don’t know. The same as usual.”

“Have you ever seen what you look like as a wolf?”

“No,” Minho responded sheepishly. “Probably not as pretty as Jonghyun hyung, though.”

“I beg to differ,” Taemin scoffed. “I can take a picture for you tonight if you’d like.” At Minho’s small, grateful smile, Taemin had to resist the urge to kiss him again. Luckily, Sera barked excitedly at their feet, a distraction. “I think she’s hungry,” Taemin laughed.

“She always is,” Minho said, disappearing into the kitchen. Taemin knew he had opened the pantry when he heard Minho exclaim loudly through the walls, “Woah, your parents seriously stocked up here, my God!”

They busied themselves with unpacking and settling in, barely noticing the time pass until Minho’s alarm rang, five minutes before the full moon rose. Together, Taemin and Minho made sure Sera was secure in the house and ventured to the large, enclosed backyard, a few dozens of acres large with a forest complete with natural wildlife inside. This is why Taemin had suggested this summer home (one of many). It was perfect for Minho during the full moon, safe away from the sanctuary.

“Ready?” Taemin asked Minho, observing his face. He seemed at ease, relaxed as he took in the dusk and nature surrounding him. He looked at home.

“As I've ever been.” They waited a few more moments, Taemin’s eyes trained on the edge of the forest so as to not stare at Minho beside him and make him uncomfortable. He was curious about the transformation but didn’t want to prod or make Minho feel weird.

Suddenly, a large force felt like it blew past his side and Taemin looked. Beside him was a large wolf, white paws contrasting the green grass below him, light grey fur darkening over the top of his head and edges of his ears, his face and snout still colored white. He moved his large head to look down at Taemin, and those same dark, big eyes of Minho’s blinked back at him. Taemin was speechless.

Minho the wolf sniffed Taemin’s face and he laughed, feeling his wet nose against his cheeks and forehead. “Want me to take the picture now?” Taemin asked between laughs.

Minho grunted, walking over to the field. He stood up straight, throwing his head back dramatically, as if he was posing. Taemin laughed again, pulling out his phone and taking pictures, forgetting with his night vision that he had to turn on the flash.

“You’re a beautiful wolf, hyung.”

Minho looked at Taemin, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Taemin sighed internally, knowing that his extremely basic werewolf language lessons from the (very reluctant) centaurus in the sanctuary were not enough to help him understand Minho completely tonight. Either way, he was happy to be with him, just them two.

Taemin jumped when a howl ripped through Minho, loud and echoing in the otherwise quiet night. Oh, right. He was probably hungry and Taemin was stalling. Taemin stepped forward to pet Minho, soft fur glistening in the moonlight. “Ready to hunt?” he asked.

They sped off together into the forest, Taemin having no problem keeping up with the wolf thanks to his speed. His training with Professor Jinki had been going well, Jinki letting Taemin know that he was catching on surprisingly quickly and would be able to maintain an animal blood diet sustainably in just a few more months. For now, he thought a summer trip with his werewolf boyfriend was a great idea, as long as he mostly stayed away from humans, drank animal blood regularly, kept up with the exercises Jinki had sent him, and stored some suppressor nearby just in case.

And so with Jinki’s blessing, Taemin had brought up hunting together to Minho. He seemed thrilled about the idea, telling him it would be fun to hunt without Jonghyun for once. Jonghyun had been in the room at the time, now with Taemin spending a lot of time in the sanctuary with Minho and helping out, and had scoffed playfully when he heard Minho say that.

Taemin kept his verbal communication with Minho minimal, relying on hand signals and almost imperceptible nods. They caught plenty of food, and by their third deer, Taemin felt full. He dropped onto the soft forest ground, watching the sky through the flickering leaves above him slowly transition into the morning.

He felt a large weight lay on the ground beside him, big eyes imploring him for something. Taemin sat up, scratching Minho underneath his neck and smiling at how cute he looked when he closed his eyes and let out a satisfied grunt.

“Full?” he asked. Minho grunted again in response, resting his head between his paws before him and shutting his eyes. “Me too,” Taemin sighed, patting his stomach through the clothes and laying back on the leaves.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, hearing the crickets chirp and the leaves rustle overhead with the passing seabreeze. Taemin observed the sky change colors, from a dark, hazy blue to a light grey-blue. He waited for the sun to rise completely, excited to see Minho transform into a human again and be able to properly talk to him.

And in the next moment, he was wrapped up in Minho’s large arms - his human arms. Taemin blinked at Minho squeezing him tightly, face in his hair. “Oh man, I missed it.”

Minho laughed into Taemin’s hair, reaching up with one hand to pet it and ruffle it up. “Am I really a pretty wolf?”

“The prettiest.” Taemin was rewarded with multiple kisses all over his face from a smiling but exhausted Minho.

“Thanks for doing that with me, Taemin-ah. I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

“But…” Minho gave him a tired smile.

“But,” Taemin prodded him to continue.

“I’m afraid today is going to be a cuddling kind of day.”

Taemin pressed his body closer to Minho, leaves crunching underneath his weight. He placed his head against his heart, listening to it beat steadily and enjoying the sound. “How could I be mad about that?”

Minho smiled and held Taemin closer. “I love you, Taemin.”

Taemin breathed in Minho’s scent, sweet and dizzying but in the best way. He never wanted to leave this. “I love you, too.”

--END--

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Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings for this chapter: mention of an emotional affair

Word Count: 3143 words

a/n: the chapter I have been waiting for. :') it is time. I look forward to your reactions and feedback! It'll definitely help me work on my writing for these types of scenes in the future! :D Enjoyyy! <3

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Chapter 7

When you thought about it, you had a lot of feelings going on at the moment. Your emotional state felt like a merry-go-round that was never-ending. There were times when you didn’t know what to think when it came to your situation with the boys. This was one of those times.

All your life you had learnt that the bond between mates was sacred and predestined. You were taught that it was something that couldn’t be explained with logic, it was a connection so heavenly and divine, you were tied to one another for forever and more. To a point, you believed that there was indeed a revered and sanctified essence to the bond you and your mates created. But was it really unbreakable? 

When you sought therapy from Chan’s friend Ryunjin, she didn’t give you a complete doom and gloom outlook on things. She reassured that there could be a possibility of reconciliation but, not everything was necessarily foreordained. 

“Is it even worth it to continue? I feel like it’s all been a lie.” you dispassionately asked.

“In a perfect world, there would be no mistakes. So then, it might be fair to walk away in that case. But realistically, we are all prone to committing errors, and if we were to always leave and continue searching for perfection, we’ll always be searching and never satisfied.”

“I don’t know if I could trust them.”

“That’s fair, you don’t need to immediately off the bat, you should first talk to them and take it from there. I‘ll be honest, you know deep down the right answer, it’s up to you to decide what is best for you.”

Yes, fate allowed you to meet the boys.

Yes, fate brought you all together as each other’s mates.

Yes, fate played a significant role in your relationship when you thought about it.

But fate also played a harsh game with you, as some would say. You were thrust into an emotional upheaval and everything you ever knew and were told about love and relationships was far from the truth. So yes, you believed a relationship was sacred and you believed people were meant to come into your life and cross paths for a reason. But it did not mean they would necessarily always be a part of the journey.

Ultimately, you still loved the boys. And deep down, the thought of just walking away felt unacceptable given that there was still a lot that you wished to communicate, discuss and get off your chest. Once you had gotten past the anger that simmered inside of you like a boiling pot, you felt more reassured that you could have a civil discussion with a firm and determined but also calm resolve.

It surprised you just how much anger there was contained in you. As you continued your sessions and Ryunjin continued asking questions and poked you for answers, it all erupted like a volcano. 

And it felt really good to let it all out.

However, you didn't expect things to happen so soon. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you weren't really sure when the right time would present itself, so you decided to leave it up to fate. If anything, your belief had been further strengthened given the last few months. Life may have been harsh, but it resolidified the courage and strength that you didn’t realize you had in you.

Minho had informed you that your bond to the boys would remain passive as if it was in a deep slumber until you chose to communicate with them. With no communication in the past six months, they could not sense where you were but rather feel your lingering presence somewhere. 

At the window, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho all stood with glassy eyes as they peered inside. Only Hongjoong wore an unreadable expression.

Your mind wandered to your past. 

Kim Hongjoong was the reserved but charming boy in your primary school who you befriended as it was just the two of you who sat at a table alone, everyone else in their own little groups. He looked at you occasionally and you thought he was weird. It wasn’t until during lunch when you heard some of your classmates snickering about you behind your back, he passed you a cookie, sat next to rather than opposite you, and told you he liked your hair which was in a pretty French braid. He then attempted to engage in a conversation about which games you liked to play and things you liked to do. Though a bit apprehensive, you became comfortable with him after a while and from then on, the two of you were two peas in a pod.

As you got older, it wasn’t necessarily a romantic bond. Being the two introverts that you were, both of you spent time fairly often together and hardly with anyone else. You were best friends and wherever one of you was, the other was sure to be there or nearby. When both of you attended high school, Hongjoong was the center of attention for most girls. They would gift him lavish presents on his birthday and any holidays that came by, hoping that he would return their feelings. He didn’t but you found it amusing how well liked he was. 

“They don’t know how annoying you really are.” You joked.

He would respond by playfully pulling your ear and ruffling your hair. Hongjoong never told you this, but as much as he liked to mess with you, he also liked to take care of you. When you would question if your hair looked good, he would gently fix it and tell you how beautiful you looked. He would wait for you outside your classroom when your classes were separate and treat you to delicious snacks and treats from time to time. He couldn’t explain it at the time, you were special to him although you weren’t bonded, and it irked him when someone would try to woo you off your feet.

Like the time you received a rose from a classmate for your birthday, Hongjoong was not amused. He latched onto you and followed you everywhere you went, and then brood at the person trying to sweet talk you.

Then on your 16th birthday, you both bonded and realized you were each other’s better half. It all made sense now in your minds and Hongjoong adored you more than anything.

The next two years were just the two of you, filled with fondness, devotion and tenderness.

Snapping back to the present, you were frozen in your spot. There they were, and excluding Mingi, it had been six months since you last saw them. They all still looked the same as far as you could tell in contrast to yourself, who now sported blonde highlights and layered hair complimented with a small nose ring on the right side of your nose. 

You invited them in, joined two tables with their assistance and brought out eight cups of peppermint and chamomile tea. You sat at the head of the table with four boys each on either side. No one attempted to break the lingering silence.

Until Seonghwa did.

"Your hair looks very pretty." He complimented in a sweet soft voice.

"T-thank you." You slightly bowed, touching your hair. It caught you off guard, they seemed to be so calm and that puzzled you.

"Mingi told us about you being here,"  Yunho stated, "We felt your bond after a long time."

"Mhm," You nodded in response, "When I got cornered, I initiated it to alert Mingi."

"Who were they?" San asked.

"Humans turned into rogues actually. My friend Changbin did some research, just like what we heard back home, some of the rogues managed to escape here and turned anyone who offered their loyalty and liked to wreck havoc."

You heard slight snarls emitting from some of the boys. Given everything that happened with the rogues, each of them was ready to tear any of them apart if given the chance.

"We're so glad you're okay. When Mingi told us what you've been doing, we felt comforted to know you were somewhere safe." Jongho declared.

Hongjoong scoffed. 

There it was. If there was anyone out of eight of them who wouldn't hesitate to hide his annoyance and anger, it would be Hongjoong. 

"Are we done with the small talk and pretending like we aren't mad?" He announced.

"Hongjoong." Seonghwa warned.

"No, I will not keep quiet," he seethed, turning to you with pure, fiery anger in his eyes, "Tell me Y/N, was it fun? Frolicking around and pretending like you didn't have any mates waiting for you."

"Hongjoong!" Wooyoung yelled.

But Hongjoong ignored everyone and continued, "We were worried sick, we were broken, we needed you and here you are living your life without any regret."

"It's not like that Hongjoong." You started.

"That's enough Hongjoong!” Mingi exclaimed.

"No, it's not enough, don't you remember the pain you were feeling Mingi? The aching feeling and sleepless nights. We were all miserable, and not just us, the young ones at the daycare were pining for her too but she didn't even care."

"You don't know..."

"Don't know what? Tell me what I don't know Y/N. Because it seems my mother was right about you."

That one statement paused everything. For a moment, you reeled yourself at Hongjoong's words. Kim Hongjoong was the first one you met, the first one you bonded to and the first one you kissed and shared most intimate moments with in the beginning before meeting the others. It was just you and him before meeting Mingi and now, he sat across from you saying the one thing you hoped you would never hear him say.

"Maybe my mom was right."

Mrs Kim hated you and you never knew why. But those sessions with Ryunjin revealed something.

“She hates you because you have what she couldn’t.”

It didn't take long for you to see red. The anger you once thought you had come to terms with erupted again and in your subconscious you slowly put the pieces together. Hongjoong's mother was the reason for the majority of your insecurities and while the boys did carry their own faults in neglecting you, she was the cause that made you spiral further. She was the one pushing Lila and she was the one who would make comments about the boys not liking a whining Luna, and the "fact" that a Luna is supposed to not be a nuisance to her mates. All because, in her eyes and mind, she saw you as an embodiment of what she could never have again.

And just like that, you snapped.

"You're a real piece of work Kim Hongjoong," you snarled viciously. 

Hongjoong's eyes snapped in surprise along with everyone else’s by your tone. No Luna as far as it was known would use that kind of tone with her mate. And the fact that you did was extremely shocking to them.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me," you bit back ferociously, "You have the guts to sit there and accuse me so shamelessly as if you are a saint who never messes up or makes a mistake." 

Hongjoong didn't respond, he glared at you trying to assert dominance but failed.

"You're talking about the pain you felt, okay fine, I won't dispute your feelings. But what about how I felt? What about my sleepless nights and my aching heart. Does none of that matter? You’re completely disregarding my feelings? I was falling apart Hongjoong! I was crushed and at my wits end and you know more than anything how hard I tried to get your mother's approval, only for you to sit there and tell me she was right? Was she really? Because I sacrificed a lot more than you did Kim Hongjoong and you know that. What do you not know Hongjoong? You know everything and you know exactly what you did." You barked.

"Wait..." Yeosang interrupted, "Y/N what do you mean?"

You narrowed your gaze at Hongjoong who looked everywhere but at you, poking his cheek with his tongue. Tears streamed down your face uncontrollably and you felt your resolve breaking apart slowly but you held your ground.

"Do you remember what you told me Hongjoong? I should dress up more like Lila. Kind of funny how you were so into how she dressed and what she wore. I knew you two had a similar interest in fashion, so I tried to write it off, but then the way you hugged her, the way you were so into what she was doing, your "harmless" messages…you knew exactly what you were doing."

"What are you trying to say—"

"YOU WERE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL AFFAIR!” You shrieked. “You were emotionally cheating on me Hongjoong and you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew my insecurities but you didn't care, you expected me to keep quiet and still be there for you because "I'm your mate" and I was supposed to listen to you and obey. You were using me Hongjoong exactly like what your mother did to your father."

The breaking of this revelation sent everyone in a spiral. They hadn't realized till all the pieces clicked together. That's why Hongjoong had Lila around so much, that's why he would keep suggesting they all should stay out late and do things. He was trying to cover his tracks because not only was he emotionally cheating on you but also on them. But it would have only been clear when you found out.

Hongjoong's mother did the same thing to his father after Hongjoong was born. It was during the sealing of the realms and his father, being clan leader, was away majority of time as a witness to the sealing. Mrs Kim found solace in another clan member until Mr Kim found out and denounced his bond with her. They continued to live together for the sake of their children as having separated parents was frowned upon and subjected the child to unfair treatment, but Hongjoong’s father built up a lot of resentment for years to come and never considered rekindling the connection. He wanted nothing to do with her romantically. 

As such, Mrs Kim didn't like the way you were living such an idyllic life — you had a blissful relationship that she would never have again. 

And she rathered Lila because she was the daughter of the clan member, the one who was exiled from the pack, her former love affair, and who joined another pack on the other side of town. No, she wasn’t Mrs Kim's child, Mrs Kim just simply preferred her over you. 

Your voice broke the boys out from their dazes.

"I loved you Kim Hongjoong and I still do. Gosh, I still care so much about you even though I shouldn’t and I still want to make it work because I know, I know you aren't a horrible person, at least I thought you weren’t. But now I'm wondering if I really know you at all."

And that's all it took for Hongjoong's facade to break. He thought you wouldn’t find out. He knew what he was doing was wrong but his infatuation got the best of him. Truly, it started off as any ordinary friendship. Lila was kind and nice and that was that. But there were times when she would subtly flirt with him. At first, he paid no heed and rejected her affections. But after a while, when work and meetings became a bit overbearing and his mother would annoy him with the same old tell-tale of you not being good enough for him despite his reprimands that you meant everything to him, he allowed some reciprocation now and again but without any physical attachment. He thought that wouldn’t define it as him cheating…

But it did and he knew it. So he would rope in the other boys to go to lunches or dinners. They were friendly with Lila too so it wouldn’t come off as too odd, in contrast to if it was just the two of them. Hongjoong was aware that the boys did not really care for Lila like they did for you, and it would take a bit of coaxing to get them to join. Heck, even he didn’t care for her like that but it was such a spur of the moment, he couldn’t help it. He had a feeling some of the boys were questioning him before you disappeared but after your disappearance, they had all hit a wall and it was never revealed.

“I hate you.” You seethed.

Those three words broke Hongjoong from his daze. You, his best friend, first love, his first in many things, hated him and it was all his fault. He wronged you and continued to do so because he was trying to run away from the fact that his actions were damning and inexcusable. In his mind, still communicating with Lila would mean he hadn’t really done anything wrong. It was a twisted and poor attempt of trying to absolve himself from taking accountability. He could feel Mingi and Seonghwa’s fiery gazes and he was too terrified to look up to see the others.

You got up and stormed out of the café. The others just stared blankly in shock and despair from what they just heard. Hongjoong didn’t deny it and it felt like a ton of bricks hitting them all at once.

As you rushed out, Chan, Jisung, Minho and Jeongin passed by. They came to check on you but when you brushed past without acknowledging them and Chan saw your mates through the window, he immediately asked Minho to go after you. Jisung turned all around to figure out what just happened, but when he saw your mates on the other side of the window, he was not pleased. Chan felt Jisung's shift in aura. It was much darker than Jisung’s usually fun and joyful temperament and character. While Jisung may not be very good at fighting, he was very good at magic and spells, and at using strategy and wit over bod. And when someone hurts a person close to him, well, it doesn't usually end very well. 

“Since when does Jisung float?” Jeongin asked.

Jisung began levitating with a menacing glare piercing through the window. Good things the streets were clear for the night.

“Oh dear,” Chan muttered, “This isn’t good.”

Jisung left the two behind, stormed into the café and scowled at the eight men. 

"So,” he retorted with one hand in the air and a dark and purple cloud engulfing the room, “Which one of you is Hongjoong now, hm?"

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

Imagine Ji teaching kitten how to make a proper nest

this has been sitting in my ask box for a while.... and i'm glad i held onto it because..... me??? writing for a pair that isn't chris x his girl???? unheard of. but not impossible.

Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you probably don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k | Themes & Warnings: Supernatural/Fantasy AU · Smut · Fluff · Established Relationship · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · breeding kink · creampie

minors do not interact.

For someone with a condition like his, Minho was a very logical man. Sure, he had his moments of randomness and silliness, but in the grand scheme of things, your boyfriend was level headed, rational, and he’d hardly ever let his wolf instincts interfere with his human thoughts.

Which was why you hadn’t expected something as seemingly innocuous as a pile of clothes on his bed to get him like this.

Not like you were going to complain, though. Not when the feel of his thickness filling you up time and time again was this good. Not when the way he had you on your knees, bent over like a dog, deliciously ramming into you, was this addictive.

“Minho…” You weren’t really sure what you were going to tell him, you just whined when you started to feel his lips on your shoulder, when he started to kiss and nibble your skin.

“Hm?” His deep strokes had you seeing stars, and the feel of him hitting the most sensitive areas within your walls was steadily fogging up your brain.

You swallowed, blindly reaching for one of the cushions that surrounded you, holding it tightly to somehow keep yourself grounded to reality. “Love–Love you”.

“Love you, too… Missed you, kitten. So much”, his pace increased, his panting grew a bit louder next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine, feeding that pool of arousal in your belly that was just ready to spill over at any moment now.

You’d missed him, too, of course. Every week, you looked forward to the weekend simply because you’ll be able to see him. You were tired of the distance, but you supposed it was something you’d had to bear for a while.

“Need to–Shit, fuck…” Minho nuzzled your shoulder, reattaching his lips to the skin there, grunting when you started to push back harder to match his thrusts, making him move faster in response.

Before Minho came back from work, when Jisung had come to Minho’s flat to hang out and kill time after you arrived today, you didn’t exactly expect the afternoon to take the turn it did.

‘Wait, so you’re not making a nest to fuck in? Not even during his rut?!’ Jisung looked genuinely shocked, and you had simply shrugged in response because ‘Was I supposed to? I don’t even know how’.

Admittedly, you did know about nests, but only as a concept. Throughout your friendship, Jisung had made sure to give you every single detail when it came to omega reproduction–because why would you keep anything private when you could word vomit at any given time, about any given topic, right?–and just omega behaviours in general.

Making a nest was, essentially, creating a safe, soft, warm space for yourself. Although it could be done just to be comfortable while trying to wind down, it was most commonly done with reproduction in mind, meaning, to be shared between wolves. So, upon finding out you’d never done one yourself, Jisung decided to take matters into his own hands.

‘See, you’ve got to pick up items that make you feel safe. Soft items, preferably. Most commonly you’d use blankets, throws, cushions, but you could also add plushies, clothes… If you’ve got a partner, it’s usually preferable to use items that smell like them. And it’s always a nice touch to add items that smell like you, so your partner can also feel comforted by your nest’, Jisung encouraged you to try it, right then and there.

He suggested doing it on Minho’s bed, since that was his sleeping space, and a place you both spent a lot of time together in. Minho’s sleeping clothes, his fluffy blankets, the throw and cushions from the sofa out in the living room, the bathrobe you’d used not too long ago, the pyjamas you kept in his closet, the pillows that were already on his bed… Jisung and you put these items together, creating this fluffy mess on his bed that certainly looked like a nest.

‘See? So you can do one of two things… If you’re doing it on your own, you can cover yourself as much as you can, essentially making yourself a warm little cocoon… But if you’re gonna share it, then you just lay in the middle. I, uh… I know I’m incredibly biassed, but I think this is probably one of the most romantic places to have sex in’, he said it with a completely straight face, so you really believed him.

Jisung did comment on how Minho could potentially react to a nest, considering it was something he hadn’t experienced in a romantic setting. ‘You know I build nests often when I’m anxious, so he sometimes joins me to help me calm down, but it’s all platonic… A nest built by you… I’m curious as to how it’d make him feel. If it makes him feel anything at all’.

That piqued your interest.

Exploring Minho’s animal instincts was always something you enjoyed doing. It made you curious, mostly because he hardly had any, and the ones he did have he couldn’t even understand very well.

As if on cue, the obnoxious beeps of the front door resonated in the flat. You heard it even in the bedroom, where you had been standing next to your nest with Jisung, just giggling and joking about it.

After Minho went into the flat, and the customary Tired Groan left his mouth, you heard his languid steps as he made his way to the bedroom. “Who gave you two stray cats permission to come into my home?”

His perfectly crafted tone of annoyance held no real meaning to it. You knew it, he knew it, and even Jisung knew it. So you just smiled and answered. “With yours, dummy. You wouldn’t have given us the code otherwise”.

As soon as he was at the door, his poised scowl turned into a look of surprise when his eyebrows rose high on his forehead. His eyes jumped from the nest on the bed, to you, to Jisung, and back to the nest. “Are you feeling well, Jisung?”

Of course. Based on Jisung’s earlier explanation, it made sense that your boyfriend had reached the conclusion that this was Jisung’s nest. That he was probably anxious and built it because of it.

“Yeap. I’m doing great. I was just showing our dear kitten how to build herself a nest”, Jisung usually gave the impression to people that he was dumb and silly. But in reality, he was very smart. And at that moment, in just a few seconds, he was able to choose the most suitable words to get his point across.

This wasn’t his nest.

It was yours.

Built by you with your own two hands.

“Huh…” Minho stared at the bed, and you could’ve sworn the bit of skin you could see under the collar of his shirt was slowly growing redder the longer he stood there.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, and you smiled brightly at him when his head snapped back in your direction. “No kiss?”

Minho blinked a bit, but then he was scoffing. He made his way towards you so he could cup your cheeks and pull you in for a kiss. You hadn’t seen him in a whole week, and that was way too long, in your humble opinion, so that kiss was more than necessary.

The dramatic sigh next to you made you break the kiss, and you turned to see a pouty Jisung staring at you two.

“No kiss for me?”

Of course. This was Jisung’s thing. He took any opportunity he could to beg for kisses.

Your boyfriend simply sighed, just as dramatically as Jisung had, and he quickly moved to stand in front of Jisung. Cradling the back of his head, Minho pulled Jisung to him, planting his lips on one of Jisung’s round cheeks to press a loud, moist kiss on his skin.

“Ew, why is it wet! Stop!”

They jostled for a bit, all while Minho chuckled, until he finally pulled away from Jisung and ruffled his hair. “Didn’t you want a kiss? There’s your fucking kiss”.

“A peck was enough, jeez”, Jisung wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, fake gagging.

The three of you broke into laughs and giggles for a bit, bantering back and forth on the ‘essential omega needs’ Jisung had, until Minho excused himself to go take a shower, leaving you and Jisung back on your own in his room.

“Alright, listen to me, dear kitten”, Jisung held you by the shoulders, trying to get your undivided attention. “Get as scantily clothed as possible, or, even better, get naked, lay in the centre of that nest, and wait for your boyfriend to come out of the shower. You can thank me in the morning”.

“Do you really think something like this would do anything to Minho? You know how he is, he doesn’t have these alpha urges”.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see”, Jisung cradled your face in his hands, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before he wished you good night. 

He knocked on the bathroom door on his way out, wishing Minho good night as well, then he was gone.

So you did just as he told you.

You figured that putting one of Minho’s t-shirts on and nothing else would do the trick, and it certainly did, if the look Minho gave you once he was out of the shower was anything to go by.

Minho really wasn’t that in touch with his animal needs, not unless he was close to his rut or maybe during a full moon night, but it seemed like the sight of you, dressed in nothing but his clothes and laying on your comfy little nest did things to him.

Before you knew it you were fully naked, with his head between your legs and his fingers in your cunt, giving you a mind-numbing orgasm only to flip you on your stomach and push his cock within your walls almost immediately after.

That was how you ended up here, relishing his sounds of pleasure in your ear, and the feel of him fucking you open. He was mumbling, things you couldn’t quite make out, not when his fingers found their way between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit.

“C’mon, baby…” Minho groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Give it to me, kitten, love… Want to–Fuck…”

“You–you want what, baby?” You kept meeting his thrusts, spurring him on. You were certainly almost over the edge, but you needed just a bit more… A bit more of him. “Want to stuff me full? Want that, too. Want your–your pups, baby…”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, shit, I’ll give them to you, kitten. All of them… Make sure I, fuck, I pump you full–”

Those were the last coherent words your boyfriend told you before you felt his warmth fill you up, before his name left your mouth in a breathless moan as your own orgasm raked through your body. He kept fucking your through it all, until you whined in oversensitivity.

When Minho peeled himself away from your back, your body slumped, and the sudden lack of his warmth almost gave you whiplash.

In an instant, his hands were on your buttocks, spreading you open just as his cum started to trickle out of your centre, and when you turned your head a little you almost giggled at the sight of him.

His chest was flushed, his cheeks as well, and he was staring at your core so intently it was almost like you could see and feel the phantom of his tail wagging in excitement. 

Before you could comment on it, he was leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss on one of your buttcheeks. “Stay right here, kitten”.

Minho left the comfort of your nest and made his way out of his room. He wasn’t gone for long, only a minute or two before he was back with a soaked washcloth to clean you up.

When he was done, he left the soiled fabric on his bedside table and dropped on his back next to you, staring at the ceiling. You just looked at him, resisting the urge to bring your fingers to his face so you could trace his features. Resisting only because he seemed to be deep in thought and you didn’t want to disturb him.

Eventually, he turned to his side, propping his head on his hand and looking at you. “That was…certainly something”.

You chuckled. “It was”.

“Kitten…” Minho scooted closer to you, draping an arm over your waist. “Do I…have a breeding kink?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. Loudly. “Oh, babe. Don’t all alphas do?”

“But I didn’t, though!” Minho was pouting and everything, which only prolonged your chuckles. “Not when I’m not, you know, going through my rut. But seeing you here, like this… Shit. It’s essentially just a pile of clothes and blankets and cushions, but I think it’s altering my brain chemistry for real”.

“Mmm…” You pushed on his chest a bit so he could be on his back again and you could lay on top of him. Minho wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close as you pressed a kiss on his lips. “It’s okay, baby. I can always build more nests so you can enjoy coming inside me. I enjoy it”.

“Eager, are we? What am I gonna do with you, kitten?” Minho chuckled, pressing quick pecks on your lips, waking the butterflies in your stomach, as if they hadn’t been wreaking havoc inside you a handful of minutes ago.

“Hopefully fuck me again, if I can have a say in what you decide to do”.

You clearly didn’t need to say anything else, just like he didn’t. The mischievous smile on his lips told you all you needed to know. 

It was definitely going to be a fun night. All thanks to that pile of miscellaneous pieces of fabric.

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[desi2go]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟑

part 1 part 2 part 3

Pairing: Lee know x reader

Warning: some angst, fluff ... Soulmate au/werewolf au

Summary: Minho is a werewolf and you are a normal human girl. But the universe bonded your souls at eachother. You were his mate but he doesn't want a soulmate. Not a werewolf and neither a human. Or so he thought...

In the past, there were many werewolves. There were more of them then humans. And at first both species tolerated each other. They lived side by side for centuries but the humans were never fond of these "wild animals" as they called them. But as the humans grew more anxious and afraid about these mysterious creatures with the power of turning into a wolf and heightened senses, they began to hunt them down. Pack after pack. Wolf after wolf until only a small amount of packs survived, forced to hide their identity and to live amongst the humans. They were forced to suppress their wolf side and to control it, even on fullmoon.

Time passed and the people forgot about their existence. Truth turning into a myth that only were believed by crazy people. Even though it was true.

Minho was one of these creatures. Since birth. As a young child, he didn't understand why his parents always told him to hide his wolf side. But as he went to high school, he understood it. Humans were crazy. Everyone that wasn't like them, like the standard, was not normal, an outsider. They even treated other humans like trash because they were different. How pathetic.

After his graduation, he decided to go to college. With his good grades, he was soon accepted and moved in with some his pack members that studied ther too. That is when he met you, a smart humangirl with a big heart. You sat in one of his classes with a bunch of notes and hair up into a messy bun. At first, he didn't understand why he was so attracted to you, especially his inner wolf. Normally, he never had interests in humans.

Whenever you were near him, he would force Minho to overcome these few metres and to hold you in his arms, to mark you and make you finally his. Just with his whole strength he could hold his distance. You were just like any other girl, so he thought.

So, why went his wolf so wild? That's when he realised that you were in fact his mate, his soulmate that was meant to be with him for the eternity. Why? Why you? You were just another human. A normal human without any special skills.

He was never fond of the idea of having a soulmate, even if his other half would be another wolf. But a human? That was bullshit. Sure, you didn't even feel something. Like a pull or attraction to him. When he told his friends, his own little pack, they were beyond happy. "That's great Minho! Have you already planned how to ask her out?" Changbin asked. "I know the perfect place for your first date!" Felix shouted from the kitchen while baking his famous brownies. "No? She is a human!" Minho answered.

" And that's the problem? Come on, she wouldn't just hunt you down." Seungmin laughed and stepped into the kitchen to help Felix with his brownies.

"Give her a chance, Minho. Maybe she isn't that bad" Chan adviced. He is lucky. He already found his soulmate two years ago in the hallway of the college because he almost ran her over. And she is a werewolf so that she felt the pull of the bond too.

Minho just scoffed and changed the topic. He doesn't want a mate not a werewolf one and neither a human one. Since that day he decided to ignore you and don't even come in the near of you.

......

Well, he made that decision without the universe and destiny.

Just one week later, the whole class was split into groups of two to work on a partner project. And the professor unfortunately picked you two as partners. How ironic.

You quietly sat down next to him, preparing some notes. "So, where should we start? Do you want to do the research together?" you questioned. His inner wolf drove him insane. He never was so near to you and with his heightened sense of smell, he could even smell you. It was a sweet scent like hyacinths and a hint of roses. He knew that if he was longer then ten minutes near you, he would loose control and give in to his inner desire to get closer. So, he stood up and ran out the classroom.

You just watched him leave and were confused. Why did he leave? Was working with you so terrible? Everyone in class had noticed his escape and stared at you. You ducked down and quietly worked on your tasks. Asshole, you thought.

.....

Minho knew that he was an asshole. It was rude to leave like that and even if he felt terrible for that, he still doesn't want you as a mate or doesn't even want to be near you.

The next day, you approached him in the library since you doesn't want to work alone on this project. "What is your problem with me?" You asked him. "I-uhm. I don't know what you mean." He answered like he didn't know what you are talking about. "Minho, please. Don't play dumb. You just ran away from me yesterday." You sighed and blocked his way as he tried to escape another time.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't meant to look like that. I-uh. I had an emergency so I had to leave" he lied. "My next class isn't until 3 pm, so I have about two hours. Want to do something on the project?"

He just nodded and took his backpack from the stool next to him, so you could sit down there. "Sure, I have plenty of time either"

He knew that he couldn't ran from you at least not until the project is done. The next two hours are spend researching and answering the questions as you worked side by side.

Sometimes you catched Minho staring at you but you shrugged it off and concentrated on the book in front of you.

....

After your last class you rubbed your eyes and leaned back. Finally, you could go to your little apartment on the campus and rest. You walked down the floor to the exist of the college. Outside, you stopped as you saw the dark grey sky and the rain. You searched in your backpack for your umbrella since your apartment was ten minutes away and you don't to be soaking wet.

Soon you realised that you left your umbrella at home because you didn't think that a rainstorm is about to come. You pulled your thin sweater tighter around your body as you slowly started freezing and walked into the rain.

Head low, you ran through the storm. "Y/n! Wait!" You heard behind you. It was a familiar voice. You immediately knew who it was, Minho.

Slowly you turned around. When Minho came up to you, he held his umbrella over your heads and brushed his dark hair out of his face. His gaze drifted over your shivering body. Immediately he took his jacket off and layed it over your shoulders.

"Come, I'll walk you home" he said and got closer to you so that both of you wouldn't get wet. Quietly you held his warm jacket closer and enjoyed his smell. He smelled so nice even if you would never mention it to him.

"Thank you Minho" you slightly bowed to him as you took his cloth from your shoulders and handed it to him. You arrived at your apartment without getting too wet. "Sure, see you tomorrow." He smirked and turned around walk to his little pack house.

When he saw you running in the rain nearly completely soaked til the bones, something in him switched. He needed to help you. So, he followed you with his umbrella in one hand. As he was close to you, he noticed that you shivered. Confused, you looked at him. Your hair was wet and little raindrops falling on your face. Immediatly, he stripped his jacket off and layed over you. His inner wolf was satisfied that you will smell like him.

Maybe you weren't that bad.

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This year, I'm finally participating in Kinktober but instead of doing 31 stories for the month of October, I'm going to cut it down to just Stray Kids. Spooky Month is going to be very busy for me and so to avoid missing any days, I think this is a much more time manageable option for me. So not only is it Kinktober but it's also a Creature Feature. Thats right, it's monsterfucking season, bitches. Each story will feature monster!SKZ, 4 kinks, and a dialogue prompt.

See the details for each story below the cut!

Otherworldly 🌏

➮ alien/shapeshifter!Minho × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While watching a meteor shower with her best friend, Y/N witnesses a UFO falling from the sky and crashing on her family's farm. The two rush to the wreckage site and find an alien spacecraft with a rather mysterious survivor.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: tentacles + double penetration + anal + praise

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ what? Does that feel good? ❜

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Accidents Happen🕯

➮ witch!Felix × f!Reader × incubus!Hyunjin

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: While studying for a witches exam, Felix leaves his materials out where his girlfriend, Y/N, happens upon them. When she reads an incantation, an incubus is accidentally summoned. Deciding to make a spectacle of it, the demon forces Felix to watch as he seduces his girlfriend.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: somnophilia + auralism + cuckold + mind break

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ im going to have you screaming by the end of the night ❜ & ❛ do you really think you’re in a position to be giving orders? ❜

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Monsoon Season 🌀

➮ kumiho!Jeongin × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jeongin has always been a bit of an outcast in his village being half fox demon (kumiho) until a kind stranger takes him in during a monsoon and gives him more than a place to stay for a few days.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: virgin sex + degradation + begging + corruption kink

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ have you never been touched like this before? ❜

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Run, Rabbit, Run 🦇

➮ vampire!Seungmin × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Seungmin is a vampire and has lived a very long life and seen many ages pass him by. He’s grown weary of immortality until he meets someone one random night who really puts things into perspective for him.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: blood play + dacryphilia + orgasm control + predator/prey play

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ why are you shaking? You're not scared of me are you? ❜

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More Than Just Friends 🌖

➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she visits the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: breeding + heat cycles + daddy kink + brat taming

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ we're not just friends and you fucking know it. ❜

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Rough Waters 🌊

➮ samebito!Jisung × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦����𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N is a marine biologist who is obsessed with finding new sea life. During a night dive, she stumbles across a very well hidden underwater cave entrance and finds herself meeting something that defies all logic and evolution. She forms a bond with the creature and comes back almost every night to visit him.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: cnc + dirty talk + pool/water sex + rough sex

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

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Unbearable 🐻

➮ werebear!Changbin × f!Reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Changbin is a very reserved person. He tries to live a solitary and quiet life but after moving into a small studio apartment in what he thought was a quiet block of the city, his neighbor soon puts him to the test when she is extremely welcoming and outgoing.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: strength kink + choking + body worship + facesitting

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: ❛ don't cover your mouth, I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel. ❜

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[sadienita]

annoying things your werewolf bf does

chan: walks around the house and climbs on the furniture in wolf form. sheds everywhere. probably breaks the bed frame when he jumps up on the bed. gives you cute puppy eyes to get out of trouble. minho: scares the shit out of all of your friends. to be fair you like to play along when someone comes to visit, either freaking out about how a wolf got into the house, or acting like its a normal thing to have one around. but no matter who is coming round for a visit he will be in wolf form, hiding in a shadow waiting to scare them and make them piss themselves changbin: big dog baby syndrome. refuses to accept how big he is. wants to sit on your lap in wolf form. wants to lay on top of you. but wolves are big and heavier than dogs. You cannot carry him no matter how many times he tries to get you to pick him up. hyunjin: tries to still do human shit in a wolf body. he's walking around in wolf form trying to pick shit up and move around things in the house. he has put holes in many of your clothes and dented many an item by picking them up with his teeth. pouts when you get upset cuz he was "just trying to tidy up" jisung: howls at shit. howls at shit all the time. he goes out at night just to howl and get the neighborhood dogs to also howl. he thinks its hilarious. it will keep you up for hours. then he comes back in like nothing happened. felix: makes friends with every fucking animal?? is he a werewolf or a disney princess? he'll come in from running in the woods with some animal trailing along behind him and he always give you those cute "can they please come inside?" eyes but there's no way in hell you're letting a skunk inside seungmin: Shakes off right next to you. He will go out in the rain, just to get soaking wet and then come inside only to stand right next to you and shake all the water off his fur… onto you. jeongin: just licks you. licks you all the time. meets you when you get home in wolf form and jumps on you and licks all over your face. when you complain he'll pout and refuse to give you any human kisses until you admit you like the wolf kisses.

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