Michaeng One shots and shorts

LIPS-FT

It started with her lips.

Admittedly, it didn't really start with her lips, given she had been friends with Chaeyoung since she'd been five years old.

But her perfectly-shaped strawberry-colored like lips were the main reason Mina was now pressed back flat to the tree with Chaeyoung's mouth hot on hers. Kissing frantically, the wolf under her skin purring in need as they remained somewhat hidden within depths of the woods.

And despite her mind telling her repeatedly this was not an activity best friends were supposed to engage in but the animal in her had other ideas.

Especially when it felt so damn good.

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Mina had known Son Chaeyoung her entire life. They were one pack after all.

And Luna Primera pack was not an ordinary one. Descendants to the first wolves inhabiting this land thousand years ago, they were blessed with the most precious gift - freedom from the moon.

Werewolf gene was no curse, there was no need to trigger it, no need to suscept oneself to the moon cycle. Their connection to the nature was coming from within, their strength building through connection to the pack. The ones in whom the ancestral gene was the strongest could shift from the youngest age, the rest usually went through the first shift around adolescence.

The first conscious memories Mina could remember are of her and Chaeyoung, running carefree when they were young pups, chasing one another in the back garden of Son mansion.

Chaeyoung's pup kept taunting her even as a five-year-old that she was, to go further, to run faster, to bark louder.

There were rumours of course. Tales of a lonely wife, vicious husband and a father, stranger wolf passing through.

She had never dared to ask Chaeyoung about them, even if deep down she must have realized, with the way the blonde werewolf would flinch on mention of her father's name, how Chaeyoung's eyes would glint with royally blue and her wolf snarls, when hearing younglings and old gossips call her mother names.

The first time it'd happened, Mina had been ten years old. She was tossing and turning in bed feeling restless for no apparent reason, her skin cold and distress crawling up her spine.

She was about to get up and check on Chaeyoung when she felt another wolf's presence behind the door it had shifted and sneaked into the house.

Mina let her in, she noticed it was cold as it trembles and also sees the cuts thay cripple wolf's back leg. It changed, falling naked onto the floor, bruised and battered, it was Chaeyoung. Mina rushes to cover the young one with her body, lending warmth to the shaking one.

They had never talked about it but since that night Chaeyoung would seek solace in Mina's presence.

Mina kept a secret stash of clothes for Chaeyoung in her room and when she would come, they would lie in the tight embrace on the bed, Mina's wolf crawling out of its skin to soothe hers.

Chaeyoung would never cry but Mina could feel the anguish beneath, just as well as she could hear the rambles of laughter fighting to break free whenever they would run in the woods, grass and leaves compliant under their paws.