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taehyung and his adventures of tasting food and wearing skirts

I like to write because I can write what I like. I'm getting slightly frustrated by the fact readers start to boss me around, telling me how I should write my stories.

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I wake up just as the sun sets outside the window. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and get up, swinging my legs over the edge. Looking at my pants, the one Baek gave me, I kind of miss the sweet guy. But he betrayed me by not telling me how dangerous Luhan was. He also walked out even with the situation I was in. I can't fully trust him, and that also affect my trust in this pack. How do I really know if they're peaceful? They could just be coldblooded murderers just like the other pack. I sigh, deciding on not dwelling on it any longer and get up. There's a closet in this room, a bigger one than the other pack had. I want to get rid of these clothes. The tight jeans are highly uncomfortable and my sweater is stained with blood. When I open the closet I'm in awe. So many colors and different kinds of clothing draw my attention. I pull out a cream colored sweater which is a little too loose for me but it fits.

A weird piece of clothing I have never seen draws my attention. What is this? It has two big holes. A knock on the door interrupts me from my research.

"Wake up! Dinner's ready"

I recognize Jimin's voice. He's nice, he already has a mate so he can help. I quickly open the door and yank him inside. He shrieks in surprise. "Oh my god you scared me", he holds a hand on his heart.

"What is this?", I push the weird clothing in his direction. His eyes widen and a mischievous smirk forms on his face.

"Why? Do you want to wear it?", he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

Why is he being so weird all of a sudden?

"Yes, but I'm not familiar with it. How do you wear it?", I explain, ignoring his strange behavior. I guess all werewolves are weirdoes.

"Well, it's called a skirt and you slide it on like this", he holds it low enough for me and tells me to step into the hole. He slides it on until it's firmly around my waist.

"But throw those jeans away. A skirt isn't meant to be worn with pants", he smiles as I tug them off, "That's better. You look really pretty in those. Oh! I know, wear these with them. They'll make you look extra cute!"

He pulls out knee high socks with kittens on them.

"I don't want to look pretty or cute. Last time I was called beautiful I almost got raped", I frown, pushing back the awful memories.

He gives me a look of sympathy, "I promise no one will hurt you here. Jungkook, your mate, wouldn't let that happen. He'll gladly kill everyone who even dares to touch you"

I cast my gaze downwards and mumble, "I don't think so... I'm only an obstacle for him, getting in the way and always needing to be saved".

Jimin has a pitiful expression on his face, "Oh please don't think that. He's just a little dense sometimes. I'm sure he cares a lot about you".

I shrug, feeling a little lost in the situation. "Please don't tell Jungkook I said that".

"I won't. But only if you can tell me your name", he smiles brightly and I instantly smile too.

"Taehyung. My name's Taehyung"

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The dining room falls silent as soon as we walk in. I clutch Jimin's hand tightly into mine, pressing my nails unconsciously into his skin. He doesn't flinch or tense, and instead gives me a comforting smile. I keep my gaze at the floor, feeling so many stares burning holes into my body that I actually start to flush red. Jimin leads me to a seat and sit beside me. The plates are really shiny and the food looks very good. I'm not used to human food, only having eaten dog food for 13 years so when everyone starts eating, after an awkward silence of them just staring at me, I'm confused on what to do. Jimin notices my hesitation.

"What's wrong?", he whispers, knowing I don't want the rest to notice my discomfort.

"I-I've never eaten human food before", I admit embarrassed.

His features soften, "Wait, I'll fill your plate with things I know you'll love".

Before I know it a plate full of unknown food is set in front of me, a grinning Jimin staring at me tasting it. It's actually pretty good and my stomach growls in reply. I'm stuffed after only ten bites. I didn't get much to eat from the family so my stomach can't handle much yet. Everyone around me is still eating. Where does it all go? How big is their stomach compared to mine?

I finally look up from my plate to face the stare I've been getting all dinner. Jungkook doesn't blink or tense when I meet his gaze, instead he just smirks shortly and goes back to eating. What's that all about?