➳The Wolf Hour ¦ jjk #wattys2018

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"Oh, hi" I nictitated, my hand jerking out a wave. "That's kind of my-" "you can sit somewhere else just once, right?" Jungkook restlessly tittered, a bashful bunny simper developing on his face. I uttered out hacked up words, my heart pulsating in my chest transmitting shivers through my body. I didn't desire to give up my seat, overwhelming panic and resentment were eating me—I'm so confused. My eyes grasped onto the sitting structure behind Sun Hee with a demure grin coated on his face, for help—But he wasn't watching, he was only seeing her, only her was in his dictionary

"Sure" She transferred here? At the end of the school year too. It pains me that I know the stupid reality and yet I can't accept it. I let a audible sigh and redirected my feet, my sight progressing along the head of my classmates—distracting myself from the repetitive burning stabs in my chest. I couldn't though, his laughs and her laughs were imitating within my head —never-ending torment. I can't comprehend why I respond this way, I'm his mate — nothing else, I don't fancy him either. It's just his lust and instinct to be drawn to me, there is a difference between love and lust.

-time skip-

❝ Her hair was the deepest black you've ever witnessed, it wasn't normal— for she wasn't common, not the slightest. She had ears and a tail and quite the attitude but nevertheless, her parents adored her — her hair was fluffy and elegant, you couldn't take your eyes off the delicate strands. She was indeed a dainty little cheeky spoiled little girl — all her parents wanted was to keep her smiling and safe. But not all immeasurable things can stay permanently, her desired laugh would decay — her character will be buried under a mask. You could say a spell was cursed onto her, or you could say it was a gift from Aphrodite herself — the god of love — hidden underneath her own little mask.

The girl midnight hair, tail, and ears —was she cursed?❞

"yo Chae, the bell rang" hot air was muttered into my ear, a melodic song urging me to rise. Looking up at the owner of the soft voice, a small smile of appreciation reached my lips. "Mingyu, right?" I greeted, my hands occupied on gathering up my scattered class supplies. "yes, surprised you know my name" he chortled, scratching his arm gradually. "we have four classes together, kind of have too" I pursed my lips into a teasy smirk, breaking out a tiny laugh shortly after. "that hurts" he snorted dramatically, chuckling along. "well nice to meet you, hope to sit near you more often" he handed out his hand a charming smile forming on his lips. "same" I stretched out for his hand —returning a simper.

"Don't touch my girlfriend"