His Oblivious Mate || TK

12.

Taehyung POV

"Those cups were tiny. How the fuck did ya get drunk on such a small amount of alcohol?" I chuckle. 

Jungkook doesn't laugh.

"I'm not drunk, little dove. I am not joking," Jungkook states. "Please believe me."

"If you're not drunk, then you've lost it," I reply as I cross my arms over my chest. He's insane, definitely. Its okay, I'll still love him. Being insane is hot. 

"I'm a werewolf," Jungkook says, once again. "And I am not lying. Trust me, little dove. I would never lie to you about something so serious. Werewolves are a real species. Most humans don't know about us as we like our privacy and humans aren't necessarily very open to other beings. I am not dangerous. I would never hurt you. I have control over myself."

"Jungkook," I whisper. "Please, please, please tell me you're pranking me." It can't be right? A werewolf? A supernatural creature? That's fucked up.

Jungkook grips my hand and places it on his cheek. "I am not pranking you, my dove. I truly am not," Jungkook murmurs. "I'm a werewolf."

"Proof," I say. "Give me proof." I bet Jimin's gonna spring out of nowhere and yell 'pranked ya'. He can't actually be a werewolf.

Right?

"Oh. Okay then," Jungkook murmurs as he gets up. "I'll be in my wolf form but I still have control, so there's no need to be afraid."

"Yes, yes. Go ahead," I say, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and unease as I watch Jungkook with a mixture of fascination and trepidation. Jungkook stands directly in front of me, his gaze steady and unwavering, and then suddenly there's a bright flash of light and the crunching of bones, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room, sending shivers down my spine.

A blood-curdling screams erupts from my mouth when I see a gigantic wolf, with the same brown eyes that Jungkook has, in front of me. 

This can't be real.

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Oh fuck this is real. 

I scramble away from the wolf in an utter panic, my heart pounding relentlessly as I desperately seek refuge on the headboard of the bed. "F-fuck, you're a-actually a w-werewolf?" I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes fixed on the mesmerizing jet-black fur that adorned the creature, its softness and silkiness almost hypnotic.

The wolf responds with a haughty shake of its snout, a gesture that mimics a nod. "Change back! Be human! Gimme my Jungkook! I need to talk!" I scream in a mixture of fear and frustration, the weight of the impossible situation bearing down on me. "Jungkook-ah! Change back. I'm gonna get a heart attack if I stare at you like this for any longer." As if in response to my plea, a blinding light envelopes the room, accompanied by the unsettling sound of bones crunching, and before me stands Jungkook, his form restored to that of a human.