Nyctophobia | KOOKV

III

"And?" Seokjin asks me, tugging me towards him as a group of excited wolves pass us closely.

"And what?" I ask him, once again not knowing what he's talking about.

"Looking forward to the party?!" Seokjin asks excitedly, knowing very well I am not looking forward to anything of the sort.

If I could, I'd roll my eyes at him, and the snort he lets out tells me he knows.

"Come on, Gguk... maybe you'll meet a nice dancing partner. I'll tell you if they're ugly or not," Seokjin jokes, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I shake my head at his behavior but can't help but grin.

"You're horrible. If I can't see them, it doesn't matter if they're ugly or not, right?"

"You're literally a 'looks doesn't matter, personality does'-type of person. And not by choice," Seokjin mutters as if he just found out.

"Still an ass-man, though," I grin and hear him laugh.

"How'd you know, you can't see them!" Seokjin cries.

"It's about the feel."

By now, Seokjin and I were laughing loudly at our filthy words although neither of us would dare lie about how we secretly mean them.

"Jeon Jeongguk. Biggest waste of space I have ever encountered," a new voice then interrupts us. Because, of course, we can't have fun.

The sickening smell of Hyungul fills the hallway, followed by the sweet fragrance of an Omega and the strong forest scent of two newly mated wolves. I guess Seokjin is wondering who of the two Alphas, Jimin and Hoseok, has won their weeks-long fight for dominance in their relationship.

"Oh, and Kim Seokjin. A wolf so insignificant, he's air to me."

"I wish... at least you wouldn't talk to me," Seokjin mutters. I close my eyes disappointed in the lack of self-control my dear friend has as I hear how Hyungul smacks him against the lockers.

Judging from the small soft gasps of air he takes, the Alpha holds him up by his throat.

"It is, of course, much easier to attack one with a rank lower than your own. Shows real character," I say, not allowing Seokjin to sacrifice himself in order to keep their attention off me. Because that is what he is doing.

I hear how Seokjin gets back on his feet and not much later Hyungul stands in front of me.

"What was that? Did I hear you speak? Did I permit you to speak, little bitch?" Hyungul spits in my face and it takes all my self-control not to react.

It is at times like these that I feel my wolf rage and my rank come alive. I feel the smug sense of superiority that comes with being an Alpha, one I hate so much on others.

But I push it deep down.

"Good boy," Hyungul chuckles and pats my cheek before ruffling my hair and pushing me towards Seokjin.

It's humiliating. It's infuriating. But I know better than to attack him. I know better than to be prideful. The time will come when he loses everything, including his pride. And I can't wait for that moment to happen. I sure hope it happens when I'm still in the pack.

"I don't understand how you do it. He really is insufferable," Seokjin growls out angrily. I sigh as I shrug, not wanting to think about the student who makes me want to commit murder.

"It will be worth it in the end," I lie. I don't know if it will. But I do know that wildly attacking the student will only make things worse.

"Let's hope we won't bump into him tonight," Seokjin mumbles, and I snicker. I don't want to go, but the realization just hit me. Were I to not show up at a big party like this when invited, Hyungul would definitely spin the truth to make it seem like I'm afraid of him and humiliate me further.