Hunting Prey || p.jimin

.02

I've hidden myself under my bed covers after binge watching horror movies, but being stuffed into a duffel bag is definitely a first for me.

In addition to the suffocating humidity and claustrophobia-induced panic attacks in my brain, the ride was extremely... lumpy?

There was a strong smell of sweat that made my head go dizzy. I tried to struggle but much to my distaste, the more I squirmed, the stronger the grip around my waist became. After one or two more tries, I eventually gave up because I no longer had the energy to move.

Oh well. I might as well take a nap while I'm stuck here...

Right before I lost myself to Dreamland, I felt my world lurch sideways. Tumbling out of the knapsack, I find myself staring at my furry captors upside-down. A round fruit rolled out of the bag and hit my arm, and upon closer inspection, I realized it wasn't a fruit, but an... onion? That explains the sweaty odor. Yuck.

"What do we do with her?" the gray wolf growled, turning to his companion, who was considerably shorter than him in height. "She's not one of us, nor does she look like she can defend herself."

With a sly grin, the black wolf prowled up to me, its golden eyes seizing my gaze in an instant. A cloud of smoke obstructed my vision, and when it cleared, there were no longer two wolves in front of me. Instead, there were two young men, quite handsome and radiating in youthful energy.

The taller one on the left held an intense glare, his arms crossed over his wide chest. His dark brows were knit in an unwelcoming frown, the upper corners of his lips lifted to show sharp, dog-like teeth. His short, mint-colored hair was parted to the side and styled for a rough, bad-boy look. Rows of piercings adorned his ears, gleaming in the moonlight.

His younger brother stood at least a head shorter than him. He had a dashing smile but deep eyes that screamed mischief. His honey-brown hair framed his chiseled face, bringing out the dimples on his pale cheeks. Like his partner, his canine tooth was especially sharp, similar to that of a carnivorous animal. Although he was not as ripped as the other male, he was quite lean and made up for the lack of muscle with his incredible swiftness.

"Well, if she can't serve in our ranks, why not eat her?" the older wolf suggested, licking his lips in anticipation. "It's been a while since I've had human meat. I'm sure the rest would be delighted to have a taste."

Hearing this, the blood drained from my face and I instinctively crawled backwards. "You see, about that, sir, I'm confident that I'm not tasty..! If you eat me, you'll only taste coffee and despair, with a hint of that Chinese takeout I had last night."

The younger brother held his hand out in defense. "C'mon, hyung. It would be a waste to devour such a cute girl! Even if she can't fight, she'll make a mighty fine mate, don't you think?" he winked at me, sending shivers down my spine.

A mate?! Oh sweet mother of Jesus, I don't plan on having children anytime soon, especially not with a bunch of werewolves.

"Uh, I prefer being eaten, thank you." I nodded furiously, glancing at the other guy and hoping he'd agree. However, seeing that he had his chin in his fingers, deep in thought, I knew he was actually considering the idea.

"It's not a bad idea, considering that the only female in our team is Old Lady Gaga. Expanding our numbers is a great way to secure our future generations in addition to delivering our purpose."

"Then it's a deal!"

I blinked in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

The mischievous boy grabs my wrist and pulls me to my feet. I lose my footing from his brute force and fall face-first into his warm chest.

"But I call dibs on her. She's mine." the brunet growled, his eyes glowing bright in the night. He cups my cheeks in his hands and grins slyly. "We're going to have lots of fun."