Key (BTS fanfiction)

Monster

"Yes but that doesn't mean-"

"No my decisive action-"

"T-Taehyung? I'm not a werewolf-"

"You're natural inborn instinct to kill-"

"...garlic really isn't going to-"

"And this potential attack has been quelled by my decisive action.  Do not worry, I have it all under control."

I sigh, as the man named Taehyung continues to spout trash about how I was going to go on a killing rampage last night and the garlic curbed my animalistic tendencies.  I've, I've never killed anyone.  I couldn't even fathom it.  That was usually Seek's domain-

"Hey are you okay?"

He says, shoving his face up close to mine as I try to back up even further onto the couch. He has big doe eyes that seem to widen as he gives me an experimental sniff. He seems harmless, just, excited.  Another boy is standing behind him, sneaking glances at me ever so often and trying to get Taehyung to leave me alone.  I nod, tentatively reaching my hand out and splaying it against his chest, gently pushing him backwards. 

"You're too close."

I rasp out, another fit of coughing threatening to burst.  I can feel a broken rib digging into my lung, each breath I take laden with pain.  A few other guys appeared a while ago, obviously late for something as they woke up the guy on the couch, who cussed profusely before running after them out the door.  With a concerned glance, a broad shouldered man left last, unwillingly leaving Jungkook and Taehyung to, I suppose take care of me?  I first thought the concern in his eyes was directed to me, but now as Taehyung goes to touch my ears for the fifteenth time I'm starting to think it was for him. 

"Come on I wanna pet youuuuuuuuuu!"

He says and I roll my eyes, swallowing the growl rising in my throat. 

"Hey Taehyung, I think she needs an, um, break?  Do you wanna make some breakfast?"

I'm concerned about this wild man being allowed to run a kitchen.  He whines for a little while before jumping up and trotting to the kitchen, leaving me and Jungkook in the living room.  Alone.  The silence settles around us as Taehyung absentmindedly hums a tune from the kitchen. 

"Are you really okay Noona?"

Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his hands and looking at the floor.  I feel like Taehyung's half convince him I'm a crazed animal, and it hurts more than the bruises adorning my skin or the gashes that tore through. 

"I'm not a monster."

I whisper, my own head now hanging as I trace the patterns of the carpet with my eyes.  Of course he would think I'm a monster, my mismatched eyes and wolf ears atop my head.  I probably look like I've been through hell with the marks on my body, my ratty clothing doing nothing for my appearance as I sit in front of this boy who looks like an angel. 

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"I'm not a monster..."

She whispers, her voice a rasp laced with pain as she lowers her hypnotizing gaze to the carpet.  Her white shirt is torn at the neck, exposing a sharp collarbone and left shoulder.  Even her ears twitch flat to her head, pressing against the sleek silver hair that flows down her back. A solitary tear slides slides down her cheek, splashing onto the couch. 

"Oh no"

I say, quickly moving onto the couch beside her and putting my arms around her, pulling her slim frame into my chest.

"you're beautiful." 

I whisper into her hair, holding her loosely enough that she could easily slip from my grasp, unlike Taehyung's suffocating hug he delivered a few minutes ago.  Instead she tolerates the closeness, but I know my words haven't reached her heart as her small hands creep up my back, curling around the material. Her heartbeat is erratic, slowly falling in time with my own. Taehyung comes rambling into the kitchen a few seconds later and we break our quick embrace. I may not know her name, but I did learn that Taehyung is wrong. She herself is far from a monster, but instead the monsters seem to have chased her right into Hoseok's arms.

Hey you. ~R.O.