REJECTED BOND||J.JK✅Under Short Editing

Chapter 3

            "What is your name, Do you have a place to go? "  
           

                                                             

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✨JUNGKOOK✨

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""Jungkook, open the door!"

Her fist hit the door again and again.
I groaned, refusing to look away from the wide windows overlooking the estate.

Another violent knock, and my patience snapped.

"GO AWAY, PIA! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Silence followed... then her voice screeched back, sharp enough to pierce the floorboards.

"Fine! Be that way, you stubborn idiot!"

Her footsteps thundered down the hallway, and only then did I exhale slowly.

Too clingy. Too loud. Too damn irritating.
If I hadn't had a shred of self-control left, I might have ripped into that wolf the last time she got on my nerves. The hyungs scolded me for hours, ranting about responsibility and self-discipline. I sat there in silence, let them shout... and eventually asked if they were done making noise.

That shut them up.

I picked up the glass of blood resting on the window frame and took a sip — but something was wrong.

A scent drifted in. Sharp. Fresh.

Vampire.

But not just a vampire.

A newborn.

Before I could process it, instinct slammed into me, and my body shot forward at full speed.

Seconds later, I reached the source. Another scent mingled with it — fur, earth, and something wild.

A werewolf.

As I got closer, my chest tightened. Something about the aura in the air—
It pulled at me. Drawn me in like gravity.

I saw her from behind: a female wolf, scanning the shadows with tense shoulders.

"Where are you, leech? Come out!" she snapped.

I didn't even have time to blink. A newborn dropped from a tree above her.

I moved instantly — slamming into him mid-air before he could reach her. The impact sent him flying across the clearing.

Pathetic.
I hadn't even hit him that hard.

He whimpered as he crashed. I struck again, pinning him before he could recover.

And then—

Wait. Why was I saving her?
A werewolf. A creature I despised.

Still, I burned the newborn to ash with a single touch. When I turned my head, she was staring at me — lips parted, eyes wide. The shock on her face tugged a smirk out of me without permission.

I disappeared into the woods before that feeling could root deeper.

But her aura...
It had seeped under my skin. Powerful. Addictive.

I hated that.

I hated that something about a wolf — a mutt — felt impossible to ignore.

Why did I save her?
Why did leaving her make my chest feel hollow?