Full Moon // Jungkook Werewolf AU

Chapter Sixteen

Jeon Jungkook

*Two years earlier*

I laid in bed, boredness consuming me as I let my mind wander over the thought of Eun Bi, maybe she was happier with her family now? Maybe hunters got to her? Nobody had heard of her, not even GOT7 members had.

We just presumed she was happy where she was, away from all of us. With how skilled she was with her ability, or maybe some would even deem it a curse, she'd easily hide that from her parents and live a normal human life. Without the childhood she had deserved.

I sighed and rolled over onto my side watching as the last of the sunlight left. I got up slowly and headed downstairs.

"Jungkook where are you going?" Namjoon asked lifting his head from the book he was reading.

"I'm going for some fresh air, I won't be too far." I slipped off my shirt and opened the back door before running out, almost instantly into my wolf form. I made my way into the forest and sat by the memorial she had made that the city kept adding flowers to whenever it started to wilt.

I tilted my head up at the dark sky, the empty looking moon, and howled.

When she was gone did I only just realise that she was my mate and that it wasn't just something Namjoon and the others had put into my head. I understood that when I went through blips of depression from separation from her.

I knew that maybe, somehow she could hear it.

Once I had howled my heart out, I waited around to see if I got a reply, or even just a whiff of her scent to let me know she was okay. Nothing.

I headed back to the house before changing into my human form again, grabbing my shirt and jumping into the shower. I locked the door and ran the water, and only when I made it under the water did the tears flow freely.

This wasn't a rare occurrence of course, all this happened frequently, and the boys had tried helping with strippers, hookers, and just trying to set me up. Even Hoseok's sister tried comforting me at one point. But it didn't work.

Nothing seemed to work, not anymore. For the first few months the boys allowed me to drink under strict supervision. However I still reached blackout drunkness, I still forgot the pain temporarily.

I felt the tears roll harder as the memory of waking up with her in my arms hit me. We didn't even realise it then, that we were mates, but we still enjoyed the company.

I didn't understand why I sent her away, I could have maybe knocked at her house after a month, claiming it was my fault and none of us wanted her gone. But one month grew to two, two to four, four to a year. A year to now.

I couldn't bring myself to face her again, not after what I had probably put her through. She probably saw GOT7 as her pack, and because of my actions I probably caused her so much pain from splitting them.

I stepped out the shower and dried myself quickly, pulling on clean underwear and a pair of sweatpants before making my way to my bedroom, as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

But it wasn't going to be a good nights sleep, it never was since she was gone.