WEREWOLF AU
Moving in was never easy, nor was it always the best thing to do. You realized the bitter truth when you moved to the old fashioned middle-of-nowhere Yangdong Village.
But you should always look for the silver lining, right?
Not really...
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It wasn't long before lunch rolled in, you grabbed your lunch box and waited for Minho to arrive before you both walked into the gym, sitting on the bleachers overlooking the basketball court. No one paid you any attention here and that's how both of you liked it. No one judged you here, you didn't have to think before speaking your mind. By some miracle, he shared your weird sense of humor.
All the forces in the universe seemed to be working against you for the moment you sat your butt down with Minho to your right, a ruckus burst towards the entrance of the gym and in walked in Jung Wooyoung in all his ethereal glory followed by his seven other friends.
Minho seemed to freeze next to you, knowing well enough about the tension between you and the group due to all the times you had cursed each of them out since the morning.
You both shared a begrudging look.
From across the court, San was looking at you with a triumphant grin.
"Ugh, I'm going to projectile vomit." you hissed as Minho dug his chopsticks into your lunch box, stealing your precious food while you were distracted.
"Aim to the left then. My shoes are new."
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It was after school as you were walking out of the main gates when your eyes met his. The gorgeous boy—no, God— with bleached blond locks stood next to San who was beaming like the sun as he glanced from you to him. Like San, Wooyoung was looking as enticing as ever. From the form-fitting graphic tee and leather jacket he wore, he was very defined in the muscle department. He wasn't beefy and large like the football players back home but was lean and wiry. Like a runner or baseball player.
He was staring right at you with glaring intensity.
Beyond his physical perfection, the first thing you noticed about him was the predator-like way he looked at you. Your nerves returned with a flurry and a flutter. Second, the bottomless eyes of the honey-haired boy were trained carefully on your frame like you were the dangerous one in your stare off. You couldn't break away from his lion-like gaze. And third, you knew from then on that this golden god of a boy was a very, very bad decision. If it wasn't clear enough before, it was now.
