One more chance (Jungkook x reader)

Escape?

There is definitely something going on with those three...

Jimin.

Yoongi.

Hoseok.

Something is definitely up, and you were surprised to not have noticed it before; well, you were having your own problems.

So you aren't really the one to be blamed.

You sighed as you got up from the hospital bed, very grateful that you had decided to change your clothes from the hospital clothes.

Well-

A bit grateful.

Jungkook's sweater was drowning you.

But to you, it was quite endearing. You didn't know if it was wrong to feel this way, but your heart betrayed your rationality.

Only Jungkook could make you feel this way, and Jin could make you feel another way.

They were able to make you feel something.

Jungkook was playful, adventitious, and always exciting to be around - he gave you the thrill and adrenaline that empowered you to do things you've never done before.

And....

Jin.... He is the epitome of beauty in its purest form, his caring nature and gentleness- he treats you right, and with care. He is attentive and calming, able to console you through your toughest times.

You felt a stab of guilt eating you up from the inside out, just digging through your chest. Actually, you felt multiple stabs- it was fcking endless.

You sat back down on the hospital bed looking at your hands.

You were greedy, and you knew it.

Could you possibly have them both?

Would it be fair?

You didn't think that Jungkook was interested at all though, he made it very clear that he was head over heels for...

The mother fcking woman. You really wanted to rip her face off, or at least cut her hair. You couldn't handle doing something so harsh to her, your morals would stop you from doing so.

You're surprised you haven't drowned her in the school's toilet yet.

You felt more aggressive, your ears stiff, and your tail flicking back and forth aggressively.

God.

You reallllly wanted to hurt the bitch.

You felt like you needed to.

You didn't like feeling like this, but right now it felt right. Kinda like-

The new strands of DNA in your blood makes you feel this way.

You blame the leopard blood.

Your posture screamed dominance, and suddenly the white walls of the hospital became too much for you to stand.

You wanted to rip them off, off the wall and change the colour.

It was so serene, and it gave a false sense of serenity- opposite of what you are feeling right now.

You stood up, and ran out of the room, not even bothering to put on your shoes.

You ran like a hooligan.