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ENHYPEN <ROMANCE : UNTOLD -daydream- > âDaydream' Official Track Video Photo Sketch đ¸ - Jay
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FRIGHT NIGHT đŁ
a collection of horror storiesâŚ
with halloween around the corner, everything in your life begins to change. nothing feels right. your coffee tastes bitter, you toss restlessly in bed, even the gentlest breeze feels like ice. itâs undeniable; things are changing.
general taglist: @enhacolor @jwnghyuns @theothernads @adoredbyjay @firstclassjaylee @dollschan @enreveriee @surrik-i @jwonistic @laurradoesloveu @laylasbunbunny @tmtxtf @shixna606 @kumiwon @heeaxvhhoon
COVET đŁ
yang jungwon & nishimura riki.
how far would you go for love?
your boyfriend jungwon has always been a kind soul. he refused to kill a spider, much less a human, but when a new, younger, attractive admirer enters your life, something in him changes. as jealousy begins to consume him, and the competition between the two boys ensues, you watch your life turn upside down.
taglist: open!
scare rating: 5/10
status: available
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TRUTH & JUSTICE đŁ
jay park & lee heeseung.
those who sin, must repent.
brothers jay and heeseung had always been the sweethearts of the school. heeseung; devilishly handsome, the brawn of the operation. and jay; stoic but sweet tempered, the brains. there was something mysterious about them; itâs what generated the obsessive fans. youâd always wondered why they never took interest in the girls who hysterically chased themâbut youâd soon find out.
taglist: open!
scare rating: 7/10
status: available
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KEROSENE đŁ
there's a fine line between delusion and reality.
jake sim & park sunghoon.
jake sim was your boyfriend. park sunghoon was your best friend. neither knew about each other. you werenât sure where your heart belonged, and you watch as your life begins to tear in half from the secrecy and guilt. but just when you think youâve got it all figured out, an earth-shattering secret changes everything.
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scare rating: 5/10
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PAPER DOLL đŁ
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
kim sunoo & park sunghoon.
you had known sunoo since you were children. your best friend for as long as you could remember, you had always assumed that your relationship was strictly that of friends. but when you develop an intense crush on your classmate, you begin to notice sunooâs behavior rapidly changing.
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scare rating: 6/10
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GUMI đŁ
everyone has their secrets.
all.
gumi used to be a dreary town where nothing interesting happened. that all ended when a psychotic killer was set loose in a high school, leaving a classroom full of students wondering who to trust, and if they knew each other in the first place.
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scare rating: 8/10
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ALL EYES ON US đŁ
trust no one. not even yourself.
all.
young and beautiful, your life has always been a whirlwind of popularity, parties, and lighthearted fun. but your perfect life begins to fracture when a relentless stalker comes out of the dark to haunt you, and as you find yourself running out of time, the lines between paranoia and reality start to blur.
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scare rating: 7/10
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a/n: hello all!! Iâm dropping an enhypen october series (which will hopefully be completed hehe) in celebration of halloween! I love the scary season, so Iâm veryyy excited to connect back to my horror roots â¤ď¸ get excited!
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HEARTS AWAKENED, LIVE ALIVE ⧠SERIES MASTERLIST
SYNOPSIS ⧠you have never known peace throughout your existence on this planet, where the corrupts abidingly reign destruction and inequity across continents, because just when you thought that you could finally seek solitude, you are once again being thrust into the martial world that you thought you had left behind for good, and this time, a task force awaits you. the missions that await you and the rest of your comrades are paramount, which also means teamwork is essential in order to succeed, but some of your teammates have expressed their detestation towards you from the moment you entered the task force for reasons beyond your comprehension. you find it infuriating that they view you as their enemy when the real threats lie beyond the borders. palpable tensions continue to mount specifically between you and the four highly attractive soldiers, and you lack the fortitude to resist breaking the forbidden boundaries. above all, you can feel your heart beating in a familiar cadence that once died when they abandoned you in the very place where it all started many years ago. it is ironic how they each ignite the infuriating fire in your heart, and yet you have never felt alive like you are now. you had hoped that their hearts awakened the way they do yours, but at the same time, you fear that everything will crumble with all sorts of obstacles hurtling towards your task force, and so you hope for them to live alive, even if it means giving them your once-shattered heart for the second time just to keep theirs beating.
PAIRING ⧠special forces!hyung line (enha) x special force!fem reader
GENRE ⧠18+(mdni), reverse harem, eventual poly, romance, touch of forbidden romance, adulthood, aged-up characters, morally grey characters, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, dystopia-futuristic fiction world, sprinkles of fantasy, dark themes, mystery, thriller, plot heavy and plot-focused
GENERAL WARNING ⧠slow burn, tensions, angsts, toxicity, explicit themes, profanities, corruption, possible misogyny, power imbalance, blackmailing, uses of threats, usage of weapons, violence, blood, graphic descriptions, traumas, tragedy, weapon/medical/military inaccuracies, smuts (warnings will be indicated on each episode), other k-idols appearances and made up ocs
DISCLAIMER ⧠this series is inspired by call of duty modern warfare campaign and gyeongseong creature kdrama. also, idc how military exactly works so if you're here for accuracies and realistics, then this series is not for you.
TAGLIST ⧠open!comment đ [ageless, blank, minor blogs will be denied]
PERSONNEL PROFILES
Y/N | EVAN | SUNGHOON | JAY | JAKE
SEASON 1 (coming soon)
⧠EPISODE 1 - PILOT
⧠EPISODE 2 - THE DEPLOYMENT
⧠EPISODE 3 - TASK FORCE BLACKOUT
⧠EPISODE 4 - HATRED AT FIRST SIGHT
⧠EPISODE 5 - TEAM BONDING
⧠EPISODE 6 - FIRST MISSION
⧠EPISODE 7
⧠EPISODE 8
⧠EPISODE 9
⧠EPISODE 10
⧠EPISODE 11
⧠EPISODE 12
⧠EPISODE 13
⧠EPISODE 14
⧠EPISODE 15
⧠EPISODE 16
⧠EPISODE 17
⧠EPISODE 18
⧠EPISODE 19
⧠EPISODE 20
SEASON 2 (classified)
DRABBLES/ASKS/MISC (classified)
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I Love You To The Moon And Back - S.J
P: Lycan!Jake X Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content, Minor Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Feral Behaviour, Minor Injuries, Falling In Love.
Synopsis: You and Jake have been best friends since childhood, but as you grow feelings for him, you notice changes in his behavior, leaving you to wonder what happened to him. And youâre determined to uncover the truth
a/n: idk, i honestly dont know. i have been digging the horror au tbh.
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The swing creaked beneath you, your legs dangling, feet brushing lightly against the woodchips beneath. It was your first day at this new school, and you didnât know anyone yet. The other kids seemed to already have friends, running around the playground, laughing in groups. You had wandered over to the swings to avoid feeling completely out of place, gently kicking your feet to push yourself higher, but not too high. You didnât want to stand out too much, after all.
Then, out of nowhere, you felt the swing jerk forward, a gentle push. Startled, you gripped the chains tighter, turning your head to see a boy standing behind you, his small hands still on the swing. He was smiling, a carefree grin, his messy brown hair falling slightly over his eyes.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.
âPlaying,â he said simply, giving you another push.
You blinked, unsure what to say at first, but his easygoing smile made you feel less nervous. As the swing gained a bit of height, you found yourself smiling too, the butterflies in your stomach slowly settling. After a few more pushes, he ran around to the front, his hands stuffed into his pockets. âIâm Jake,â he said, squinting slightly in the sunlight.
You told him your name, and without missing a beat, he asked, âWanna play?â
It wasnât long before the two of you were running across the playground, chasing each other, laughing. You climbed on the jungle gym, played tag, and pretended the ground was lava, hopping from one safe island to the next.
By the time the bell rang, calling everyone back inside, you had a new friend. And as you walked back to class together, you knew that somehow, this day didnât feel quite so scary anymore.
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Years passed, and you and Jake stayed inseparable. Even as you both grew up and started exploring different interests, nothing ever seemed to drive a wedge between you. While other childhood friendships faded, lost in the chaos of school, new hobbies, and changing social circles, you and Jake never drifted apart.
Middle school came, and with it, new groups of friends. Jake found his way into the soccer team, while you got into art, spending hours after school in the art room. You both made new friends along the way, but no matter how busy life got, there was always time for each other.
After practice, Jake would wait for you outside the art room, kicking a soccer ball against the wall while you finished up a drawing. Some days, you'd sit together, your sketchbook on your lap as he triedâand often failedâto draw something that wasnât a stick figure. Youâd laugh, telling him it looked like a "weird, sad robot," but heâd always insist it was "modern art." He would tease you endlessly about your doodles, and youâd remind him how bad his drawings wereâbut youâd still show up for his games, cheering him on from the stands.
High school brought even more changes. Jake became more popular, his team winning matches, and he started hanging out with the soccer crowd. You found your own little circle with the art club and theater kids. At times, it seemed like your lives were taking different directions. But it didnât matter. After every win, after every school event, after every late-night study session, the two of you would find each other.
Sometimes, you'd meet at the old playground, the same swings still there, creaky but familiar. It became your spot, a place to talk about everything. Jake would tell you about his latest soccer game, the pressure he felt from his team and coach. You'd talk about your art, about the projects you were working on and the ideas you had.
When things got hard, when life felt overwhelming, it was Jake whoâd be there. Heâd show up at your door after a tough day, throwing pebbles at your window just like in the movies. And when he needed a break from the noise of everyone else, youâd sit together in quiet understanding, whether it was in your room or out by the swings, finding comfort in each otherâs presence.
Even with different interests, different friends, and different paths, one thing never changedâyou always had time for each other. It didnât matter how busy life got, or how much things changed around you. You both made the effort, the little moments adding up over the years, a constant reminder that some friendships are just meant to last.
Because at the end of the day, Jake wasnât just your best friend. He was home.
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It was one of those quiet afternoons, the kind where the world felt just a bit slower, perfect for getting lost in a book. You were sitting on the bleachers, absorbed in the romance novel youâd been devouring for the past few days. The plot had you hookedâan unlikely love story full of tension, banter, and those heart-fluttering moments that made you wonder if such things actually happened in real life.
As you flipped a page, you heard the familiar sound of sneakers scuffing the pavement. Jake came strolling up beside you, twirling a football between his hands, a mischievous grin already spreading across his face. âWhatâs this?â he asked, peeking over your shoulder. âAnother one of those sappy romance novels?â
You shot him a playful glare. âItâs not sappy! And itâs not clichĂŠ like you think.â
âOh yeah?â He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. âProve it.â
Without thinking, you flipped to a scene youâd just read, your finger hovering over the paragraph. It was a moment where the main character, after teasing the heroine endlessly, finally leans in close, says something flirty that catches her off guard, and leaves her completely speechless.
You handed him the book. âHere. Read this.â
Jake skimmed the passage quickly, his grin widening as he realized what it was about. "This? Really?" He set the book down on the bleacher and leaned toward you, his face only inches from yours, just like the scene. You could see the amusement dancing in his eyes as he lowered his voice, mimicking the character. âYou know,â he said, his voice smooth and teasing, âif you wanted me to flirt with you, you couldâve just asked.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and your face instantly flushed. You hadnât expected him to actually do it. Jake, noticing your reaction, let out a soft chuckle, his smile widening even more. He lightly nudged your shoulder with his own, that boyish charm never far from his teasing. âWow, didnât think Iâd get you all flustered,â he laughed, clearly enjoying himself. âGuess the bookâs rubbing off on you.â
Before you could recover, he gave you a playful wave and jogged off toward the field, calling over his shoulder, âCatch you later, romance expert!â He had no idea how those simple words left you sitting there, your heart racing, your mind swirling with thoughts you didn��t quite understand.
In the days that followed, things began to shift ever so slightly between you two. Jake seemed to take notice of how easily he could make you blush, and he started teasing you even more. Heâd drop little flirty comments when you least expected it, his tone always playful, but there was something in the way heâd look at you that made your stomach flip. Whether it was during lunch, on the walk home, or just hanging out after school, heâd find ways to make your heart race.
Like when heâd lean close to you in the hall, his breath warm against your ear, and whisper something like, âCareful, someone might think youâve got a crush on me,â before laughing and leaving you speechless. Or how heâd casually drape an arm over your shoulder, his touch light but lingering just enough to make you feel flustered. You tried to brush it off as just Jake being Jake, but something inside you was starting to shift.
One afternoon, sitting with your friend Wonyoung during study hall, you finally let it slip. âI donât know whatâs happening,â you admitted, staring down at your notebook but not really seeing it. âLately, Jakeâs been teasing me more, like⌠flirting teasing. And itâs different. Every time he does it, I get these⌠butterflies. Itâs confusing.â
Wonyoung looked at you for a long moment, her smile widening like she had been waiting for this. âGirl, youâre not confused. Youâve got a crush on him.â
Your heart dropped at the realization. âWhat? No, I mean⌠we've been best friends forever. Itâs just Jake.â
But as soon as Wonyung said it, you couldnât stop thinking about it. The butterflies, the way your heart would race when he teased you, the sudden flush of heat whenever he got close. You were starting to see him differently. Maybe, somewhere along the way, between the teasing, the years of friendship, and those moments where it felt like he was more than just your best friend⌠maybe you had started falling for him without even realizing it.
After Wonyoungâs words that day, something shifted inside you, even though you tried to ignore it. You didnât say anything to Jake, of course. How could you? The idea of bringing it up felt terrifying, like crossing an invisible line between what you had always known and something completely new and uncertain.
Still, her words stuck with you. No matter how hard you tried to push them aside, they lingered, sneaking up on you at the most unexpected momentsâwhen you were with Jake, especially. It didnât matter if you were at his house playing video games, or on the football pitch, where he would call you over, grinning as he tried to teach you how to kick the ball properly. Even when he waited for you after art class, leaning against the wall with that easy smile of his, chatting about his day or teasing you about your latest drawing, you couldnât help but feel it.
You couldnât stop thinking about the flutter in your stomach whenever he looked at you a certain way, or the warmth that spread through your chest when he laughed at your jokes. The feelings were suffocating, growing with every interaction but always kept hidden behind the careful mask of friendship.
Even in the library, when you sat across from him at a tableâhim with his head buried in textbooks, you with your nose in a novelâyou were painfully aware of how close he was. You could hear the scratch of his pen on paper, the occasional sigh as he concentrated on his work, and every now and then, his foot would brush against yours under the table, sending a shock of awareness through you. But you said nothing.
On the bus to and from school, when you sat together in your usual spot, Jake would always lean his shoulder against yours, sharing his earbuds or cracking jokes that made you smile despite the growing knot in your chest. His presence was comforting, as it had always been. And yet now, it felt like there was something between you that you couldnât name, something that made the air feel thicker, harder to breathe. Still, you kept it to yourself.
Science class was no better. You were partners, as always, sitting side by side during experiments, laughing at Jakeâs terrible attempts to handle the beakers and test tubes. His hand would brush against yours accidentally as you worked, and every time it happened, youâd tense up, hoping he wouldnât notice how flustered you were becoming. But he never seemed to, or if he did, he didnât say anything. Heâd just continue on, the same way he always had, making you laugh like it was the easiest thing in the world.
The worst was the mornings, though. Jake had always shown up at your door to walk with you to the bus stop, like clockwork. Heâd stand there with his backpack slung over one shoulder, grinning as you made your way outside. Youâd talk about everything and nothing as you walked, your footsteps in sync, and it felt like you were both stuck in this perfect little bubble, where nothing had changed. But inside, you felt like you were suffocating. The unspoken feelings weighed on you, heavy and constant, and every time Jake smiled at you, it made it harder to keep pretending everything was the same.
And then there were the swings. The old playground had always been your special place, the spot where everything began, where the world had felt simpler. Youâd sit there together after school sometimes, talking about your days, your dreams, your lives. But now, even the swings felt different. Youâd sit beside him, your feet barely touching the ground, and all you could think about was how close he was, how easy it would be to lean just a little closer. But you didnât. You couldnât.
So you stayed quiet, never saying a word, not even when the tension inside you became too much to bear. The feelings built up, day by day, moment by moment, until it felt like they were choking you. You wanted to tell him, to ask him if he felt it too, but the fear of ruining everythingâthe friendship you cherished so muchâkept you silent.
And so, you kept pretending. Kept playing along, even though it was slowly suffocating you.
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You were sprawled across your bed, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows on the walls as you watched your latest obsessionâa series about werewolves. The plot had taken a dramatic turn, and you were completely absorbed, leaning into the tension on the screen when you heard your door creak open.
Without tearing your eyes away from the show, you huffed, âMom, Iâm not hungry right now.â
But instead of your momâs voice, you heard a familiar chuckle. âGood thing Iâm not your mom.â
Your head snapped up, and there he wasâJake, standing in the doorway with that ever-present grin. He walked in like he owned the place, barely giving you time to react before he plopped down right next to you on the bed, making the mattress bounce beneath you. âWerewolves, huh?â he asked, glancing at the TV with mock seriousness. âAnd you said my interests were crazy.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through your chest the moment he settled beside you. âItâs not crazy. This showâs actually really good.â
Jake smirked and raised an eyebrow. âOh yeah? Whatâs next? Vampires? Maybe some shirtless brooding guy whoâs half-wolf, half-whatever?â
âShut up, itâs not like that,â you muttered, but before you could say anything more, Jakeâs fingers found your side, poking you playfully.
âOh, really?â he teased, continuing to poke you until you squirmed away, trying to bat his hands off. âCâmon, what is it? Secret romance between the werewolf and the girl? Or does she turn out to be a werewolf, too?â
âStop!â you laughed, trying to shield yourself from his jabs. But he didnât stopâhe never did. His pokes turned into full-blown tickling, and you were soon in fits of laughter, squirming on the bed as you tried to push him away. Jake, of course, was relentless, his fingers digging into your sides as he grinned down at you.
âJake!â you gasped between breaths, your laughter uncontrollable as you twisted and turned, trying to escape his attack. âI swearâstop!â
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped, flopping down beside you with a triumphant grin. You caught your breath, glaring at him, and landed a light punch on his arm. âYouâre the worst.â
He laughed, rubbing his arm dramatically like youâd actually hurt him. âHey, just keeping you entertained.â
You both lay there for a moment, the sounds of the werewolf series filling the room, the earlier tension from his teasing melting away. Without thinking too much about it, you shifted a little closer, and Jake, ever comfortable, wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. It felt natural, familiarâlike youâd done it a hundred times before.
You settled into the warmth of his embrace, your head resting on his chest as his fingers absently traced circles on your arm. The weight of his arm around you was comforting, grounding, and for a second, it felt like nothing had changed between you two. Just like it always had beenâbest friends, close as ever.
âAlright, Iâll give this show a chance,â he said after a beat, his voice softer now, more relaxed. âBut if thereâs some cheesy love triangle, Iâm out.â
You couldnât help but smile, even though your heart was still racing a bit from the ticklingâand from the way you were curled up against him. âDeal,â you murmured, your eyes drifting back to the screen, though your thoughts were far from the drama playing out in front of you.
As the episodes continued, the two of you lay there, cuddled together, and for a while, it felt like everything was normal. Like nothing had changed. Like it was just another day with Jake, watching TV, laughing, and being wrapped up in each otherâs company.
But beneath the surface, the feelings you had been pushing downâthe butterflies, the warmth, the way your heart fluttered whenever he touched youâwere impossible to ignore. You told yourself it was just the comfort of your friendship, the way it had always been. Just like friends do⌠right?
But deep down, you knew things werenât as simple as that anymore.
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Graduation day came quicker than you expected. You stood in the sea of caps and gowns, clutching your diploma, feeling a mixture of pride and dread. While everyone else seemed thrilled about what was nextâabout new beginnings and new placesâyour heart was stuck in the in-between, not ready to let go of the familiar. Jake found you after the ceremony, that wide grin on his face, as he pulled you into a tight hug.
âI canât believe weâre going to the same uni!â
You smiled back, trying to match his enthusiasm. He looked so happy, and of course you were gladârelieved, evenâthat heâd be there. But deep down, something felt off. Maybe it was the weight of everything that had been building over the past few years, the growing feelings you still hadnât found the courage to face. Being with Jake every day, pretending like things hadnât changed between you, felt both comforting and terrifying. You nodded and said, âI know Jake! Iâm so happy.â
The smile you gave him was genuine, but the anxiety underneath it was real too. You werenât ready to unpack it, so you buried it deeper, pretending everything was just like it always had been.
Summer vacation arrived, and for a little while, everything went back to normal. The usual hangouts, lazy afternoons, and spontaneous adventures. But then one afternoon, while you were at Jakeâs house, he broke some unexpected news.
âHey, so⌠Iâve got something to tell you,â Jake said casually, tossing a soccer ball up and catching it as you both lounged on the couch.
You looked at him curiously. âWhatâs up?â
âIâm going away for a few weeks,â he said, grinning like a kid with a secret. âFamily trip. Weâre flying out in a few days.â
Your stomach dropped, but you tried not to let it show. âOh⌠wow, thatâs amazing,â you said, forcing a smile. âYouâll have the best time.â
Jake seemed oblivious to the little hitch in your voice. âYeah, Iâm really excited. But donât worry,â he added, his smile softening, âIâll text you every day. Iâll send you a million pictures, and we can still video call, okay?â
You nodded, your chest tightening. âOf course. Every day,â you agreed, giving him a playful nudge to keep the mood light.
The day he left came too quickly. You stood in front of his house, the early morning sun casting long shadows on the driveway as Jake loaded his suitcase into the car. You knew youâd see him again in a few weeks, but the thought of not having him around for even that short time felt strange.
When he finally walked over to say goodbye, you couldnât help but throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. You felt him hug you back just as firmly, his chin resting on the top of your head for a moment. âIâll miss you,â he said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
You didnât trust yourself to speak right away, so you just nodded into his chest, squeezing him a little tighter. âMiss you too,â you finally murmured.
As he pulled back and grabbed his bags, you forced yourself to smile again, waving as he got into the car. âText me when you land!â you called, your voice a little too cheerful.
âI will!â he shouted back with a grin, giving you one last wave before the car pulled away, taking him to the airport. You stood there long after the car disappeared, feeling like something was tugging at your heart, pulling you in two different directions.
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For the first week, things went exactly as Jake promised. Every day, without fail, your phone would buzz with messages from himâpictures of the cobblestone streets, snapshots of old buildings, random selfies where heâd make some goofy face just to make you laugh. Heâd text about everything he saw, about how much fun he was having, but how he still missed home. How he missed you.
Youâd text back just as eagerly, sometimes staying up late to video call when he found a quiet moment between exploring and family dinners. Seeing his face on the screen, hearing his laugh, made the distance feel smaller, like he wasnât halfway across the world. Even though your feelings for him were still swirling in that confusing, unspoken space, you were content.
But then, something changed.
At first, it was small. Messages taking a little longer to be delivered. You didnât think much of it; after all, he was traveling and probably busy. You told yourself it was fine. Normal, even.
Then the delays became longer. His texts would come hours late, and when youâd reply, your messages would sit there, marked as "Delivered," but no response would come. Youâd send a couple more, asking if everything was okay, but stillânothing.
The video calls stopped altogether. Youâd sit there with your phone, waiting for that familiar ringtone, hoping for the notification that never came. You started calling him, hoping to catch him during a break, but every time it went straight to voicemail. You listened to the same generic message over and over until you stopped trying altogether.
Days passed, then a week. The silence was gnawing at you, growing heavier with every unanswered text, every missed call. You told yourself it was just because he was busy, that maybe his phone wasnât working properly. But deep down, you knew something felt wrong.
Sitting on your bed one evening, your phone in hand, you stared at the last message youâd sent him. It had been two days. Two days of nothing but silence from the person you talked to every single day for as long as you could remember. You scrolled up through the chat, rereading the messages youâd exchangedâthe jokes, the casual âI miss you,â the pictures of his trip. But now, everything felt distant, as if the closeness between you was slipping away.
With a sigh, you sent one last message, a simple, âAre you okay? I miss hearing from you.â
You watched the message shift to "Delivered" once again. And just like the others, it sat there, unanswered, as your chest tightened with the weight of the silence.
You couldnât shake the feeling that something was off, and after days of silence, you decided you had to reach out to someone who might know what was going on.
With a deep breath, you dialed Jakeâs mom, your heart racing as the phone rang. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when she finally answered, her warm voice a comforting sound amidst your anxiety.
âHello?â she said, and you could hear the faint sounds of life around herâdistant chatter, the clinking of dishes.
âHi, Mrs. Sim, itâs me. I was just checking in on Jake,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach.
âOh, hello, dear! Iâm glad you called,â she replied, her tone brightening. But then, you noticed a shift, a slight hesitance in her voice. âUm, Jake hasnât been feeling very well. Heâs been locked in his hotel room for a few days now.â
Your heart dropped at the news. âOh no, IâI didnât know. Is he okay?â
âHeâs just been a bit under the weather. Nothing serious, but heâs been resting and trying to recover,â she explained, her voice laced with concern. âI think he might just be feeling overwhelmed. Traveling can be a lot, especially for someone like Jake who hates missing out on anything.â
You felt a mixture of relief and worry. At least he hadnât decided to cut you out of his life completely, but the thought of him feeling unwell and isolated made your chest ache. âIs there anything I can do? Iâd love to talk to him or help in any way.â
âI appreciate that. Iâll let him know you called, and maybe itâll lift his spirits a bit,â she said kindly. âHe loves talking to you. Youâre a good friend to him.â
âThanks, Mrs. Simâ you replied, your heart warming at her words. âJust let him know Iâm thinking of him, okay?â
âOf course. Iâll keep you updated. Take care, sweetheart,â she said before ending the call.
You set your phone down, a whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind. You felt better knowing he wasnât purposely ignoring you, but the worry still gnawed at you.
For the next few days, you kept your phone close, hoping for a message or a call from him. You tried to focus on other thingsâhanging out with friends, reading, and enjoying the last of your summerâbut your thoughts kept drifting back to Jake. You wondered how he was doing, if he was feeling any better, and if heâd return to you once he was back in the groove of life.
That night, as you lay in bed, you found it hard to sleep, thoughts of him swirling in your mind. You wished you could be there, to comfort him and remind him that he wasnât alone, even if he was miles away.
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One afternoon, your phone rang, jolting you out of your thoughts. The screen lit up with Jakeâs name, and you felt a rush of relief and excitement. You answered quickly, your heart racing.
âJake! How are you?â you asked, the words tumbling out before you could even think.
âHey! Iâm⌠Iâm okay,â he replied, his voice slightly strained but attempting to sound casual. âJust had a bit of a stomach flu, thatâs all.â
Your heart sank at his words. âA stomach flu? Is that really all? You sounded⌠rushed.â
He hesitated for a moment, and you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just needed a few days to rest and get better. You know how it is.â
âAre you sure? You donât sound fine,â you pressed gently, trying to keep your voice calm. âHave you seen a doctor? Iâm really worried about you.â
âReally, Iâm okay! Just a little weak, but nothing I canât handle,â he insisted, though the slight quiver in his voice gave away that he wasnât as reassured as he wanted you to be.
You could hear faint noises in the background, muffled voices and the sound of footsteps. It made your stomach churn. âWhere are you right now?â
âIn the hotel,â he replied quickly. âJust had to step out for a second. Itâs not a big deal; Iâll be fine, I promise.â
Your heart ached at how much he was trying to downplay it. âJake, if you need anything⌠I mean, I wish I could be there with you. Just tell me the truth. You donât have to act tough for me.â
A pause stretched between you, filled only with the sound of his shallow breaths. âI know, and I appreciate that. But really, Iâll be okay. I just need to take it easy for a bit, and Iâll be back home before you know it.â
You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and lingering concern. âAlright, but if it gets worse, promise me youâll see a doctor. I donât want you to push yourself too hard.â
âDeal,â he said, a hint of a smile in his voice, though it didnât quite reach his tone. âIâll keep you posted, okay? Thanks for worrying about me.â
âOf course I worry about you! Youâre my best friend,â you said, your voice softening. âI just want you to be healthy and happy.â
âTrust me, Iâll get back to being my usual self soon,â he reassured you, though you could hear the weariness beneath his words. âAnd then, weâll catch up like crazy. Iâve got stories to tell you, and youâll be sick of hearing me.â
You laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. âI could never get sick of you. Just focus on getting better.â
âWill do. Iâll text you later, alright? I might need a distraction from all this hotel room boredom,â he said, and you could almost picture him leaning back against the wall, trying to play it cool even while you knew he was still feeling unwell.
âOkay, Iâll be here,â you replied, hoping to convey your support through the screen.
âTalk soon!â he said before hanging up, leaving you with a lingering worry in your heart. You stared at your phone, feeling a mix of relief and concern. While you were grateful to hear his voice, you couldnât shake the feeling that he was still holding back.
In the days that followed, you couldnât help but check your phone constantly, hoping for another call or message from him.
After all, thatâs what friends were for, right?
After what felt like an eternity, Jake finally returned home. You could hardly contain your excitement as you made your way to his house, your heart racing at the thought of seeing him again. You knocked on the door, and when it swung open, you were greeted by a familiar face that felt both comforting and disheartening all at once.
Jake stood there, looking a little rough around the edges. His hair was messier than usual, longer than it had been when he left, and he wore a faded t-shirt that hung loosely on his frame. Dark circles under his eyes hinted at the exhaustion he must have felt after his ordeal, and your heart ached for him.
âHey!â he said, a tired smile breaking through as he stepped aside to let you in.
âHey,â you replied, trying to keep your voice light. But you couldnât hide the concern in your eyes as you took in his appearance. âWow, you look⌠different.â
He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, I guess Iâve been through a lot these past few weeks. Just trying to catch up on sleep and everything.â
You stepped inside and closed the door behind you, your eyes never leaving him. âAre you good? Really?â
He paused for a moment, meeting your gaze. âIâm okay,â he reassured you, though the way he said it made you wonder just how much of that was true. âJust a little tired. Traveling takes a lot out of you.â
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âItâs more than just traveling, isnât it?â
Jake sighed, glancing away for a moment. âYeah, it was tough over there. I didnât expect to get sick, and then I just⌠I donât know. It kind of hit me hard.â
You took a step closer, feeling the urge to comfort him. âYou should have let me know. I worried about you, you know.â
âI know, and Iâm sorry for the radio silence,â he said, his voice softening. âI didnât want to worry you more than I already had. I thought Iâd bounce back quicker, but⌠it just took longer than I expected.â
You nodded, biting your lip as you fought back a wave of emotion. âIâm just glad youâre back now. That youâre okay,â you said quietly.
He smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across his face, even as it faded quickly. âYeah, it feels good to be home. And to see you.â'
You glanced around the living room, taking in the familiar space. âCan I get you anything? Water? Snacks?â
He shook his head. âIâm good for now. I just want to hang out and catch up. Itâs been too long.â
With a small smile, you settled onto the couch, and he joined you, sinking into the cushions.
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As you both settled into university life, the first few weeks flew by in a whirlwind of classes, social events, and late-night study sessions. Everything felt exciting and new, but as the days passed, you began to notice small changes in Jake that made you raise an eyebrow.
For starters, there was his appetite. You had always known he liked to eat, but now, he seemed to be craving meat more than ever. He'd pile on burgers and chicken during lunch, his eyes lighting up at the sight of a plate full of food. âAre you trying to bulk up or something?â you teased one day as he loaded up his plate again.
âJust hungry, okay?â he replied with a laugh, but you couldnât shake the feeling that there was more to it.
Then there was football practice. Watching him on the field, you noticed how he had an intensity that was different. He was stronger, more aggressive, effortlessly sending other players flying with just a slight push. You had seen him play before, but now it felt like he was operating on another level. It was impressive, but a part of you felt uneasyâhe seemed to have tapped into some hidden reserve of energy and strength that wasnât there before.
And then there were the crowds. You had always known Jake wasnât a huge fan of loud places, but it was as if his sensitivity had amplified. You could see him tense up during busy events, his eyes darting around as he tried to find a way to escape the noise. The first time you noticed it was during orientation week, when the crowd of students became too overwhelming for him. He started to look pale, and you instinctively reached out to take his hand, leading him to a quieter corner.
After that, you decided to get him a pair of noise-canceling headphones, and the smile that lit up his face when you handed them to him was one of the best moments of your week. âYou really didnât have to do this,â he said, beaming. âBut thank you. This will help a lot.â
You also started to see how protective he was of his belongings, especially around others. If someone asked to borrow his jacket or a book, he would hesitate, giving them a wary look before declining. But when it came to you, it was a different story. Heâd drape his jacket around your shoulders without a second thought, his expression softening as he did so. âYou need it more than I do,â heâd insist, a playful smirk on his lips.
But then there were the moments that made your heart race. Jake seemed to have developed a stealthy ability to sneak up on you. Whether you were in the library, waiting for a class to start, or hanging out with friends, he would appear out of nowhere, catching you off guard. One day, he crept up while you were reading, and before you knew it, he had his arms around your waist, pulling you into a quick embrace.
âGotcha!â he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.
Yet, there were also those times when Jake would go quiet at night, his responses to your texts dwindling to a halt. It worried you, but every morning, he would greet you with a bright smile, as if the late-night silence never happened. âSorry, I fell asleep,â he would say with an easy laugh, but you couldnât shake the feeling that he was hiding something deeper.
And during lunch or class, you discovered a new side of him when you absentmindedly played with his hair while chatting about your day. His cheeks would flush, and heâd lean into your touch, practically melting under your fingers. The sight of him so relaxed, so vulnerable, made your heart race.
But the most puzzling change was his protectiveness whenever he saw you talking to other guys. It would start with a small frown, then a quick, almost possessive stride toward you. âHey, whatâs going on here?â heâd say, slinging an arm around your shoulders or wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
âJust chatting!â youâd laugh, but there was something deeper in his eyes, a flicker of jealousy that made your stomach twist with both excitement and confusion.
As the weeks progressed, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher the layers of Jake that were unfolding before you. Each small change, each interaction seemed to pull you deeper into a storm of feelings you werenât sure how to navigate.
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As the semester rolled on, more instances of Jake's behavior began to pile up, each one both endearing and perplexing. You often found yourself caught off guard by the small things he did, but they all hinted at a change in your relationship dynamics.
One chilly afternoon, you were waiting outside your art class when you spotted a group of guys laughing and joking nearby. You knew them from a few classes, and they were friendly enough, so you struck up a conversation with them while you waited for Jake. As you laughed at one of their jokes, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. You turned to see Jake standing there, arms crossed, a frown etched across his face.
âEverything okay?â he asked, his tone slightly guarded.
âYeah, we were just talking,â you replied, a little confused by his sudden seriousness.
âRight,â he said, but you could tell he wasnât entirely convinced. He shifted closer, placing himself between you and the other guys, a protective wall. It felt both amusing and oddly comforting, like he was silently claiming his territory.
Then there was the day you decided to join a study group for a particularly challenging class. You were excited to meet new people and tackle the material together. When Jake found out, he raised an eyebrow. âYouâre sure you want to do that? What if theyâre not nice?â
âJake, theyâre just a group of classmates. Itâs fine,â you reassured him, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. âIâll be okay.â
âOkay, but if they give you any trouble, you let me know,â he said firmly, his expression softening as he added, âI donât want anyone messing with you.â
You couldnât help but chuckle at how protective he had become. âI promise, Iâll call you if thereâs a problem.â
During one of your late-night study sessions at the library, you noticed a few guys at the table across from you trying to get your attention, making silly faces and cracking jokes. You rolled your eyes and focused on your work, but it didnât go unnoticed by Jake, who was sitting beside you.
He had been quiet for most of the evening, but as the teasing escalated, you felt him tense beside you. Suddenly, he stood up, stretching out as if he were getting ready to leave. âHey, I need to grab something from my bag,â he said, but you could see the determination in his eyes.
As he walked over to the other table, you felt a wave of confusion wash over you. You watched him lean over and say something to the guys, who immediately straightened up, looking taken aback. You couldnât hear what he said, but you could see their faces drop, and they quickly turned their attention back to their own work.
When he returned to you, he sat down with a satisfied smile, as if he had just completed some important mission. âYou okay?â you asked, trying to keep the laughter out of your voice.
âYeah, just thought Iâd remind them to keep it down,â he said casually, but you could tell there was more behind it.
âThanks, I guess?â you replied, shaking your head in disbelief. âBut you didnât have to do that.â
âI know,â he said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his voice. âBut I didnât like the way they were looking at you.â
Another instance that stood out was during a group project for one of your classes. You were paired with a few other students, including a guy named Alex who seemed to take a particular interest in you. Jake, who had been working quietly at the other end of the table, suddenly cleared his throat, drawing attention back to himself.
âHey, can you help me with this part of the project?â he called out, shooting you a look that practically screamed ârescue me.â You couldnât help but smile, recognizing his attempt to reclaim your attention.
âSure, what do you need?â you replied, eager to help him out.
As you leaned over to see his notes, you felt Jakeâs knee bump against yours, and he shifted closer, as if to shield you from the rest of the group. You caught Alexâs curious gaze and felt a mix of amusement as Jake shot him a pointed look that said, âBack off.â
But it was during one of your routine coffee runs that his behavior really hit home. You had both decided to take a break between classes and popped into a nearby cafĂŠ. As you waited for your drinks, you noticed a girl from your sociology class come up to Jake, smiling brightly as she engaged him in conversation.
You watched as Jakeâs demeanor shifted. He went from being relaxed to immediately on guard. He answered her questions politely, but you could see the way his shoulders tensed and how his smile didnât quite reach his eyes.
When she asked if he wanted to join her table, he glanced at you before shaking his head. âNah, Iâm good. Iâm here with my friend,â he said, motioning towards you.
As soon as she left, he turned to you, an exasperated look on his face. âI donât know what it is, but something about her just rubs me the wrong way.â
You couldnât help but laugh at his overprotectiveness. âJake, sheâs just being friendly!â
âYeah, well, I donât want to take any chances,â he said firmly, crossing his arms again.
Each of these instances piled on top of one another, weaving a complicated tapestry of feelings that left you questioning the nature of your friendship. Jakeâs protective instincts made your heart race, igniting a spark of something deeper that you couldnât quite define. The way he cared for you made you feel special, but the intensity of it all left you wondering where the lines between friendship and something more began to blur.
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One evening, as you were lounging in your room, scrolling through social media, a message from Hyerin popped up on your screen. âHey, you need to check the news,â she wrote, and your curiosity was piqued. Clicking on the link she sent, you were met with a local news report that sent a shiver down your spine.
According to the report, several residents had reported hearing loud howls echoing from the nearby forest at night. Some claimed to have even spotted a large creature lurking at the outskirts of townâsomething that resembled a wolf, but much larger. The local authorities had dismissed the reports, attributing the sounds to normal wildlife, but the article featured alarming witness accounts that painted a more sinister picture.
You felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with unease. The thought of a creature prowling just outside your town was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. You quickly typed out a message to Jake, sharing what you had found.
âDid you see this? There are reports of howls coming from the forest, and people say they saw a giant wolf!â
His reply came almost instantly. âItâs probably just a normal wolf, nothing to worry about,â he typed back casually, as if the news was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
But you werenât convinced. The stories echoed in your mind, and a sense of adventure began to bubble up within you. You felt the urge to explore, to see for yourself what was going on in those woods. The idea sent your heart racing, but you hesitated. You knew Jake would be against it if he knew, and you didnât want to worry him.
After a quick glance at the clock, you grabbed a flashlight, bundled up in a warm jacket, and slipped out of your dorm room. The night air was crisp, and the stars shone brightly overhead as you made your way toward the edge of the forest. With each step, the excitement mingled with a hint of fear, but you pushed it aside, determined to uncover the truth for yourself.
As you approached the tree line, you could hear the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of the night, but your resolve remained firm. The forest loomed before you, shadows dancing between the trees. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that it was just a hike, just a bit of exploration.
You ventured deeper into the woods, the beam of your flashlight cutting through the darkness. You moved quietly, listening intently for any sounds that might confirm the rumors. As you walked, your imagination ran wild. What if there really was a creature lurking in the shadows? What if you stumbled upon something extraordinary?
But as the minutes passed, the forest seemed eerily still. You stopped occasionally to listen, straining to catch any sound, but all you heard was the faint rustling of leaves. After a while, doubt began to creep in. Was this a foolâs errand? Were you just chasing a ghost story?
Just when you were about to turn back, a loud howl pierced the night air, echoing through the trees. Your heart raced, and you froze in place, eyes wide as you turned toward the sound. It was unmistakableâa chilling howl that seemed to resonate from deep within the forest.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through you, and instinctively, you stepped further into the shadows, driven by curiosity. You followed the sound, drawn deeper into the woods. Each step felt like a leap into the unknown, but you couldnât turn back now.
Just then, your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a text from Jake: âWhere are you? Youâre not out there, are you?â
Your heart skipped a beat. The worry in his text was there. You hesitated, debating whether to respond. He wouldnât understand your need to explore, your desire to see if the stories were true. But you didnât want to worry him unnecessarily.
âJust out for a walk,â you typed back, keeping it vague. You silenced your phone and tucked it away, pushing on into the dark.
With every howl that echoed through the trees, your fear grew. What would you find in the heart of the forest? Would you encounter whatever creature was rumored to roam these woods?
But deep down, a small part of you wondered if you should have listened to Jake, if maybe it was better to stay safe at home instead of chasing shadows.
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Jakeâs heart raced as he read your message, panic setting in. âJust out for a walk.â Those words echoed in his mind, mixing with the chilling howls that pierced the night air. He felt a wave of urgency wash over him, and without thinking twice, he leaped from his chair, pulling aside his curtains to reveal the moonlit night outside.
The silvery glow bathed him in light, and he clenched his fists in the fabric of the curtains, fighting against the instinct to leap into action. He could hear it clearly nowâthe haunting howls from the forest calling out to him, echoing through the stillness of the night. The sounds tugged at something deep inside him, a urge that he could no longer ignore.
With a final groan of frustration, he dashed out of his room. He sprinted down the stairs, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he burst through the front door and into the night. The air was cool against his skin, but he barely noticed, his focus zeroed in on the forest where you had ventured.
Something deep within him stirred, a deep-seated calling that urged him to heed the instinct to protect and defend. The weight of the moon hung heavy in the sky, and as he ran, he could feel the change beginning to take hold. His body was alive with energy, crackling under the moonlight as it beckoned him to transform.
As he neared the edge of the forest, he stumbled momentarily, the first wave of transformation coursing through him. Pain and exhilaration intertwined as his muscles began to stretch and contort beneath his skin. He gasped, the sensation overwhelming him as his bones shifted and restructured, the very essence of his being reshaping itself under the moon's watchful gaze.
The first change came to his face. His jaw elongated, teeth sharpening as a low growl escaped his lips, mixing with the howls echoing from the forest. The ground beneath him felt closer as his spine curved and reshaped, forcing him down onto all fours. He gritted his teeth against the pain, feeling his senses heighten furtherâeach scent more vivid, every sound clearer.
His skin tingled as the transformation progressed, a strange sensation as he felt his human form shed like an old coat. Fur erupted across his body, dark and thick, a protective layer that replaced the skin he had known. He felt bigger, more powerful, muscles rippling under his new pelt, gaining strength with each passing moment. The world shifted around him as his vision sharpened, hues of colors blooming before him in vibrant clarity.
He could feel the ground beneath him, cool and firm, and the smell of the earth was intoxicating. The forest called to him, the trees whispering secrets only he could understand. As he dropped fully onto all fours, his new claws dug into the soil, grounding him in this new form. Jake howled into the night, a sound that reverberated through the forest.
With a final surge of power, he bounded forward into the woods, his senses alive and alert. Each footfall was lighter, quicker, as he raced through the trees, branches whipping past him in a blur.
The howls continued, a symphony of sound that guided him closer to you, his mind focused solely on your safety.
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At this point the thrill of exploration slowly began to ebb, replaced by an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. The howls had become louder, echoing through the trees with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You gripped the flashlight tightly, shining it around, desperately searching for anything out of the ordinary.
But then, in the distance, you spotted themâeyes gleaming in the dark, watching you intently. A chill ran through you as you realized you had wandered too far into their territory. Panic surged as you turned to flee, but the sound of rustling leaves behind you made it clear you were being pursued.
You stumbled into a small clearing, breathless, but the moment you looked back, dread washed over you. A pack of wolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes reflecting the moonlight like tiny stars. They circled you, growling low, their powerful forms tense and poised for action. You felt trapped, your heart racing as they advanced slowly, their jaws snapping in warning.
Desperation surged within you, and you quickly scanned your surroundings. In your panic, you spotted a long stick lying on the ground nearby. Grabbing it, you held it out in front of you, your hands shaking as you attempted to keep the snarling pack at bay.
âStay back!â you shouted, your voice trembling as you brandished the stick, trying to appear more intimidating than you felt. The wolves paused momentarily, their heads tilting as if considering your resolve. You knew that bluffing wouldnât hold them off for long; the pack was far more powerful than you could ever hope to be alone.
They growled again, a low rumble that vibrated in your chest, and as they lunged forward, you swung the stick wildly, desperate to fend them off. The closest wolf dodged your swing, its fur brushing against your arm as it darted past. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you took a step back, trying to gauge their movements.
âGet away from me!â you yelled, your voice echoing in the stillness of the forest. But they were undeterred, their eyes locked on you, the alpha leading the charge as the others flanked it, their growls growing more intense.
You couldnât let fear take over. You swung the stick again, aiming for the lead wolf. It snarled and snapped, but you managed to land a glancing blow against its shoulder, causing it to yelp and momentarily back off. But the other wolves seemed emboldened by its pain, their growls intensifying as they began to close in.
You backed away, your mind racing. You needed a way out. Just as the wolves lunged again, you heard a powerful howl pierce the night, echoing through the trees and causing the pack to hesitate.
Suddenly, a massive form leaped out from the shadows of the trees, a silhouette framed against the moonlight. The huge wolf landed gracefully in front of you. You stood frozen, your breath catching in your throat as you took in the size of the creature. Its fur was dark and sleek, rippling with muscle.
The wolves seemed to pause, studying the bigger wolf, their growls wavering as they assessed this new threat. Before you could fully process what was happening, one of the smaller wolves lunged at the big one, teeth bared and claws extended. But with a swift, graceful movement, the larger wolf sidestepped the attack and retaliated, raking its claws across the attacking wolf's side. The smaller wolf yelped in surprise and pain, tumbling backward into the underbrush.
More snarls erupted from the pack as they charged in tandem, but the massive wolf stood its ground, fighting valiantly. It was a whirlwind of fur and fangs, gracefully avoiding bites while delivering powerful blows to any wolf that dared to get too close. You watched in awe, feeling a mix of admiration and terror as the larger wolf defended you with ferocity, every growl reverberating in your chest.
Just as one of the wolves bit down on the big creature's front leg, you felt a surge of panic. It clawed and snapped, trying to gain the upper hand, but the larger wolf retaliated with a deep, rumbling growl, shaking off the smaller wolf like an annoyance. With each strike, the pack began to falter, sensing they were no match for the sheer power and tenacity of their adversary.
The battle raged for a few intense moments, the sounds of snarling and growling echoing around you, until, finally, the remaining wolves began to back off, realizing they were outmatched. With one last menacing snarl, the pack retreated into the shadows of the forest, leaving behind only the echoes of their howls and the fading rustle of leaves.
You stood there, your heart racing, watching as the larger wolf turned its attention to you. Its yellow eyes locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a connection that was both surreal and profound. You tilted your head, curiosity bubbling within you, and the wolf mirrored your gesture, tilting its head in return.
But then, your gaze shifted, and you spotted the blood trickling from a wound on the wolfâs front leg. Concern flooded through you, and without thinking, you reached out a hand, wanting to help this magnificent creature that had protected you so fiercely. But the wolf recoiled, stepping back from your outstretched fingers, its posture shifting to one of alertness.
With a powerful howl that shook your entire body, it filled the night with a resonant sound that seemed to resonate in your bonesâa call to the wild, a statement of presence. And just like that, it turned and dashed back into the dark depths of the forest, vanishing into the shadows as swiftly as it had arrived.
You were left standing there, heart pounding, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The adrenaline of the encounter coursed through your veins, mingling with the confusion of what had just transpired.
What had just happened? Whoâor whatâwas that wolf?
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The next day at university, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement and whispers. As you walked through the crowded halls, snippets of conversation floated around you, each more curious than the last.
âDid you hear the howls last night?â one student remarked, eyes wide with intrigue.
âI thought it was just a dog or something, but it sounded so⌠different,â another chimed in.
You felt a flutter of unease at the memory of your encounter in the forest, but you brushed it off, focusing on the bustling energy of campus life. Classes went by in a blur, your mind wandering back to the massive wolf and the bond you felt in that fleeting moment. You needed to talk to Jake about it, to share your thoughts and worries, to find some sense of normalcy again.
As you made your way to your usual meeting spot, you spotted him leaning against a wall, chatting with a couple of his friends. He looked as handsome as ever, his dark hair falling just above his eyes, a smile gracing his lips as he joked with them. But there was something else there, a tension that you couldnât quite place.
You approached him, a smile breaking on your face. âHey, Jake! Did you hear what everyoneâs talking about?â
âYeah,â he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. âSeems like everyoneâs a wolf expert now.â
You laughed, trying to keep the mood light. âRight?â
Before Jake could respond, one of his friends, Sam, came up and playfully hit him on the shoulder. âHey, man! You up for some football practice after school?â
At the friendly jab, Jake flinched, a brief flash of pain crossing his face before he quickly masked it with a grin. âYeah, sure. Iâm in,â he replied, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, how his smile didnât quite reach his eyes.
You felt a twinge of concern but decided against bringing it up. Instead, you played along, joining in on the lighthearted banter, though your mind kept drifting back to the moment from the day before. Why had he reacted that way? Was he hurt?
As the conversation continued, you observed Jake closely, noting how he seemed to stiffen when Sam clapped him on the back and how he carefully shifted his weight as if trying to alleviate discomfort.
Concern gnawed at you, but you decided to give him some space, figuring he might need time to deal with whatever was bothering him on his own.
You left him with his friends, offering a quick smile and a wave before heading off to your next class. Throughout the day, you kept your distance, hoping he would take the opportunity to rest or confide in someone else if he needed to. But it seemed your efforts were in vain.
Jake sought you out during school, showing up in places he normally wouldnât. During lunch, you had decided to sit outside in a secluded corner of the campus, enjoying the quiet and fresh air. Just as you were getting comfortable, you heard footsteps approaching. You looked up to see Jake walking toward you, a small smile playing on his lips.
âHey,â he said, plopping down beside you. âWhat are you doing all the way out here?â
You couldnât help but smile back, though your concern for him lingered. âJust wanted some fresh air. What about you?â
He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. âWanted to see how you were doing.â
You nodded, deciding not to press him on.
The two of you chatted casually, the conversation flowing easily as it always did. Despite your intention to give him space, he seemed to seek out your company more than ever.
After school, you decided to stop by a small cafĂŠ on the edge of town, a place you rarely visited. You thought youâd have some time to yourself, to process everything that had been happening. But as you were sipping your coffee and flipping through a book, you felt a familiar presence. Looking up, you saw Jake standing in the doorway, scanning the room until his eyes landed on you.
âThere you are,â he said, walking over and sliding into the seat across from you. âI was looking for you.â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised. âHere? How did you know Iâd be here?â
He shrugged again, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. âLucky guess, I guess.â
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The quiet hum of the evening filled the room as you and Jake worked on homework together at his house, papers and textbooks scattered around you. The familiar scent of his room, the soft music playing in the background, and the comfortable silence between you two felt like old times.
But then, as Jake reached out for his notebook, you caught a brief flash of pain in his expression. His jaw tightened, and his hand faltered just slightly before he pulled it back. The small moment didnât escape you; you could see something was bothering him, more than just physical discomfort.
âJake,â you said softly, breaking the silence, âare you⌠okay? You look like youâre hurting.â
He looked up, caught off guard, and quickly brushed it off, frowning. âItâs nothing. Iâm fine.â
âJake,â you pressed, feeling your worry bubble over. âIâve known you long enough to tell when somethingâs wrong. Please⌠just talk to me.â
His eyes flashed with a hint of irritation. âI already told you, Iâm fine. You donât need to keep worrying about me.â
âI care about you, Jake,â you replied, frustration seeping into your tone. âItâs not like I can just turn that off when I can see youâre in pain.â
He clenched his jaw, looking away. âYou always do this, you know? Acting like youâre supposed to fix everything for me.â
Your breath caught at the sharpness of his words, and you felt your heart crack just a little. âIâm just trying to be there for you, Jake. Isnât that what friends do?â
His eyes met yours, but instead of softening, they grew colder. âMaybe thatâs the problem,â he said quietly. âMaybe I donât need you trying to solve all my problems.â
You sat back, stunned. His words felt like a punch to the chest, knocking the wind out of you. âI didnât realize⌠thatâs how you saw it,â you whispered, your voice wavering. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you grabbed your books and notebooks, your heart pounding with hurt and anger. âFine, Jake. I get it.â
âWaitââ His hand reached out for you, panic flashing in his eyes, but you pulled away before he could touch you. You didnât want to hear his apologies, didnât want him to see the tears that were already beginning to slip down your cheeks.
You bolted for the door, your vision blurry as you forced yourself not to look back. Jake called your name, his voice tinged with desperation, but you didnât stop. You stepped out into the night, your heart breaking with each step. You didnât want to see him, didnât want to hear him apologize for something that had already cut too deep.
Lost in thought, you hadnât realized where your feet had taken you until you looked up and found yourself standing at the edge of the forest. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, fading glow over the trees as the shadows lengthened, creeping out toward you.
You sighed, staring into the darkness that stretched ahead. Your day had been ruinedâby Jake, of all people. Jake, your best friend. The one you trusted, the one you cared about⌠the one you loved, even if you hadnât ever admitted it out loud. You knew he didnât mean what heâd said, deep down. Youâd seen the look of regret in his eyes as youâd left, and you could imagine he was probably beating himself up over it even now.
Still, the words stung, and the distance between you now felt unbearably real. Maybe, you thought, youâd just give him a few days to cool off, let things settle. And hopefully, like always, it would be okay again.
For now, though, you needed spaceâa place to clear your mind. You took a few steps into the forest, staying close to the edge but just far enough in to feel the peace of nature wrapping around you.
You kept your steps light, careful not to venture too deep; the last thing you wanted was to accidentally wander into wolf territory. Even the memory of last nightâs encounter sent a shiver through you, though you pushed it aside. The forest was peaceful enough, and it wasnât long before the tension in your shoulders began to ease, your breathing slowing as you took in the fresh air.
But, as you ventured just a little further, a strange feeling crept over youâa prickling awareness, like you were being watched. You turned slowly, peering back the way you came, but saw nothing beyond the dim light filtering through the trees.
"Probably just my imagination," you murmured to yourself, hugging your arms against the chill that had suddenly settled over you. The forest felt heavier now, somehow⌠like a place holding its breath, waiting.
As you took a deep breath to steady yourself, a low, menacing growl echoed from behind the trees. You froze, your heart racing as you slowly turned to find a lone wolf stalking toward you, its fur matted and eyes gleaming with a wild, hostile glint. The wolfâs coat was streaked with dirt, and you could see small wounds marring its side and faceâscratches and cuts that looked fresh, as if it had recently fought for its life.
You held your breath, hoping it might lose interest if you stayed still, but it took a step closer, teeth bared and eyes locked onto you with a predatory intensity. The wounded creature seemed to be caught between fight and flight, each shallow breath a reminder of its pain and anger.
Your mind raced, frantically searching for what little you knew about wild animals. Donât run. Stay calm. Donât look it directly in the eyes. But it was hard to keep your gaze from the wolf as it crept forward, snarling, its muscles tensing as if ready to lunge.
You raised your hands slowly, trying to look as non-threatening as possible, your voice barely a whisper. âHey⌠itâs okay. Iâm not here to hurt you.â
The wolf didnât seem to care. Its eyes narrowed, lips curling back further as it let out another snarl, the sound raw and desperate. You took a tentative step back, your heart pounding, the weight of the forest closing in around you.
The lone wolfâs snarl grew fiercer as it sized you up, its gaze fixed and threatening. You took another cautious step back, your pulse racing with fear and adrenaline, when, out of nowhere, a massive shadow streaked through the trees. The large wolf from last night leaped between you and the lone wolf, teeth bared in a fierce snarl.
What followed was a brutal clashâsnarls and growls tore through the forest as the two wolves fought. They snapped and lunged, claws and teeth colliding in a flurry of movement. The lone wolf yelped, wounded and humiliated, and staggered back, casting a resentful glance at you before limping off into the trees, bloodied and beaten.
In the sudden silence, the larger wolf turned toward you, breath heaving, blood and saliva dripping from its bared teeth and maw. Its eyes were wild, gleaming yellow and intense, locked onto you. You froze, swallowing hard as it took a single step closer.
But something within you stopped you from backing away this time. You took a steady breath, raising your hand slightly. âHey, itâs okay,â you whispered, your voice soft but steady. âIâm not going to hurt you.â
The wolfâs intense gaze softened, its body visibly relaxing as it crept closer. It lowered its head, breathing heavily, and your pulse quickened as its warm breath washed over you, its massive frame towering above. Just when you thought you might be out of luck, it gave a strange, almost playful yip, leaning forward and swiping its tongue from your stomach up to your chin in a single, sticky lick.
You cringed, wiping your face. âEw, oh my god.â The wolf leapt back, its eyes seeming almost⌠amused, as if it had understood your reaction. It started to bounce around in a way that almost looked like playfulness, pawing at the ground and glancing back up at you, the wildness in its gaze replaced by a warmth, an odd spark of familiarity. You stared, studying its eyesâthey looked so human, so gentle.
You tilted your head as the big wolf came around, its presence both powerful and strangely comforting. It nudged your hand, its head pressing softly against your palm, and you hesitated before slowly reaching out, letting your fingers sink into its thick fur. The wolf let out a low rumble, leaning into your touch, its eyes closing as it nuzzled closer.
Then, with a quiet huff, the wolf rolled over, exposing its stomach. You couldnât help but smile, realizing it wanted you to rub its belly like some kind of overgrown dog. As your fingers brushed through its fur, something caught your attentionâa small scrap of fabric caught near its shoulder. You reached over, fingers tugging it free, only to stare in shock at the familiar material between your fingers.
It was a piece of Jakeâs jacket.
You froze, your eyes darting from the scrap of fabric to the wolfâs face. The wolfâs gaze met yours, and you saw something there, a flicker of emotion that wasnât just animal instinct.
âJake?â you whispered, voice barely audible.
The wolf let out a soft, almost pitiful whine, its ears flattening as it looked down, its expression suddenly filled with shame. Your heart raced as the realization sunk in fully. This creature, this powerful wolf who had saved youâit was Jake.
You knelt beside him, reaching out slowly, your hand hovering before you let it rest gently on his head. âIt really is you, isnât it?â you murmured, the shock of it all making your voice tremble. The wolf closed his eyes, leaning into your hand, the shame melting away for a moment as he accepted your touch.
You stayed there, your hand resting on his head, letting the surreal reality sink in. Jakeâthe Jake whoâd grown up beside you, who teased you endlessly and made you laugh, whoâd been distant and guarded since his trip abroadâwas here in front of you as a massive, powerful wolf. A whirlwind of emotions washed over you: shock, worry, relief, even an odd sense of awe. But above all, there was something oddly comforting in the way he leaned into your hand, his massive frame somehow still familiar despite his transformation.
The wolf let out another low whine, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to communicate what words could never convey. Gently, you moved your hand from his head, resting it against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath thick fur. He was still Jake. Somewhere beneath the wild exterior was your best friend, the person you cared about deeply.
Without saying a word, you sank down beside him, and he curled around you protectively, his body a warm, solid presence in the cool forest.
After a while, Jake moved, his head nudging your hand again, almost in a comforting gesture. And then, with a soft huff, he pressed his nose to your cheek, his eyes softer than youâd ever seen them.
âJakeâŚâ you whispered again, feeling a lump form in your throat. âYou donât have to hide this from me. Iâm here. Iâll help you, no matter what.â
The wolf met your gaze, his eyes shining with an emotion so raw and vulnerable it made your heart ache. He stepped closer, his gaze steady and intent, before letting his head rest on your shoulder, leaning into you as if accepting that promise.
As you stayed there, holding onto the warmth and strength he offered, you understood: whatever had changed Jake, whatever he had gone through, it hadnât taken away the person he was. And youâd be there with him, every step of the way.
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The quiet of the house felt almost fragile as you tiptoed your way to your room, Jake trailing closely behind. Sneaking a full-sized wolf inside wasnât exactly easy, especially with a few close calls as you both bumped into things along the way. You held your breath every time something clattered, tensing and listening for any sounds of your family stirring. But, to your relief, the house remained silent.
Finally, you managed to usher Jake into your room, closing the door quietly and locking it for good measure. When you turned around, you found him standing by the window, his large frame silhouetted by the pale moonlight. His eyes were fixed on the full moon, an otherworldly shine glinting in them as he let out a low, almost trance-like whimper. His head tilted back, as if instinctively drawn to the sight, a soft howl rising in his throat.
You quickly slipped past him, tugging the curtains closed and pressing a finger to your lips. âShhh,â you whispered, and Jake quieted, lowering his head, though his gaze remained on the closed curtains for a long moment as he reluctantly turned away.
âStay here, okay? Iâll be right back,â you murmured, slipping into the bathroom to change. When you returned, you saw him sprawled out by your bed, his head and front paws resting on your mattress while his hind legs remained on the floor. He looked surprisingly at ease, a bit of his usual calm replacing the restless energy that had him fixated on the moon moments earlier.
You rolled your eyes and let out a small groan, clambering into bed beside him, his massive head just inches from yours. Even as a wolf, Jake managed to take up far more space than shouldâve been possible.
As you lay there, his warm breath against your skin, you could feel your nerves beginning to settle. Slowly, you reached out, your hand moving to rest on his head, fingers tangling in the fur at his ears. His tail gave a slow, contented thump against the floor, a quiet thank-you in his own way.
When you drifted off, Jake stayed still, his eyes fixed on your peaceful form beside him. The soft rise and fall of your breath, the way your hand had relaxed against his fur, all held his gaze, grounding him in a way he hadnât expected. Even with the strange pull of the moon, the wild energy simmering under his skin, being here beside you made him feelâŚnormal. Like he could set aside the instincts and chaos, if only for a little while.
He watched the way a small smile played across your lips, almost as if even in sleep, you knew he was there. His head tilted slightly, and he let out a soft exhale, careful not to disturb you. In his wolf form, he couldnât say what he felt, couldnât explain the relief that flooded him at seeing you safe and sound after the danger in the woods.
His ears flicked toward the window, catching the distant sounds of the night, the rustle of branches, the faint whisper of the wind. Normally, his senses would pull him toward every little sound, every flicker of movement, but not tonight. Tonight, they all faded into the background as his gaze lingered on you, steady and unwavering.
Eventually, with a gentle rumble that sounded almost like a sigh, he lowered his head beside you, his eyes closing slowly, only allowing himself to rest once he was sure you were deeply asleep. Though he knew the morning would bring questions he wasnât sure he could answer.
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You jolted awake, your eyes snapping open to the unexpected sensation of warm, familiar arms wrapped around you. The soft fabric of your sheets clung to your skin, but it was the figure beside you that made your heart race. Turning your head, you were met with the sight of Jakeâhuman Jakeâcurled into your side, shirtless, his messy hair falling over his forehead. For a split second, your mind raced with confusion before realization hit.
âJake!â you screamed, and before you could process the panic in your voice, he bolted upright, his eyes wide with shock. In his haste, he miscalculated his position and tumbled off the side of your bed, landing in an undignified heap on the floor with a loud thud. âWhoa!â he yelped, a look of sheer bewilderment on his face. You could barely contain your laughter at the sightâhis expression, a mix of shock and embarrassment, made it all the more amusing.
âOh my god, you should see your face!â you said, trying to catch your breath as you leaned over the side of the bed to see him sprawled out, looking both flustered and slightly embarrassed.
âOkay, okay! Not funny!â Jake huffed, shooting you a mock glare as he scrambled to his feet. The flush creeping across his cheeks only made you laugh harder.
As you got up and made your way to the bathroom, you heard him rummaging around in your closet. When you returned, he had managed to find some extra clothesâan oversized T-shirt that hung loosely on his frame and a pair of sweatpants that made him look even more comfortable. He glanced at you, a sheepish smile breaking through the earlier embarrassment. âHope this is okay,â he said, his voice slightly shy.
âLooks good on you,â you replied, giving him a playful nudge as you both made your way downstairs.
To your relief, the house was quietâyour family members had left for the day. You went into the kitchen, and together, you began preparing breakfast. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything as you and Jake worked side by side.
He cracked a few eggs into the pan while you sliced some fruit, and the comfortable silence between you both was laced with the occasional teasing remark about your culinary skillsâor lack thereof.
After breakfast, you settled into the living room, the cozy couch inviting you both to sink into its cushions. Jake stretched out, leaning back with a relaxed sigh, while you curled up beside him, pulling a blanket over your legs.
âSo,â you said, looking at him, âabout last nightâŚâ
Jake turned his head toward you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features, but before he could respond, you continued, âIâm still trying to wrap my head around everything. You⌠you really are a wolf.â
He nodded, his expression serious now. âI know it sounds crazy, but thereâs a lot more to it than just the transformation.â
You could sense the weight behind his words, the implications of what he was saying. It was clear that whatever had happened, he was still processing it himself. âYou can tell me when youâre ready, Jake,â you said gently, offering him a reassuring smile. âIâm here for you.â
Jake took a deep breath, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he gathered his thoughts. âDuring my vacation,â he began, his voice steady yet tinged with the remnants of anxiety, âI went for a jog one night. I thought I saw a stray dog lurking in the shadows.â He paused, his expression darkening as if the memory was a physical burden.
âIt wasnât just any dog. It was a wolf,â he continued, shaking his head slightly as if trying to shake off the gravity of the moment. âI didnât realize until it was too late. It lunged at me, and I felt this sharp pain. I didnât think much of it at first; I just brushed it off. But then, I got really sick. I spent days locked in my hotel room, feeling like I was losing my mind.â He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together as he searched your eyes for understanding.
You remained silent, letting him speak, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fit together. âWhen the full moon came,â he went on, his voice dropping to a whisper, âthatâs when everything changed. I transformed.â His eyes flicked to the floor, the weight of his words heavy. âWhen I woke up, I was in my hotel room, and I had no idea what had happened. I just knew I felt⌠different. My body was stronger, more aware, but I didnât understand why. It was like I was⌠a stranger in my own body. I would feel a need to transform again, to run, to let out whatever this thing is inside me.â
âI called you because I needed to hear your voice,â he admitted, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with sincerity. âBut when I got back, I realized something. The moment I saw you, all those instinctsâ the wild urges, the confusionâ it all calmed down. Just being around you made it easier to breathe. But when you arenât here, the need to transform is overwhelming. I donât really remember much of what happens when I go under, just flashes of darkness. But when youâre with me⌠itâs like I come back to myself. I can control it.â
You swallowed hard, heart racing at the implications of his words.
He sat up a little straighter, âWhen I shouted at you⌠I didnât mean it,â he began, sincerity in his voice. âI was confused. Everything I felt for you clashed with what was happening to me. This thing inside was overwhelming, and I was terrified. Terrified of losing control, of hurting you.â His voice trembled slightly, the raw honesty making your heart ache for him.
You opened your mouth to respond, shock flooding through you at his admission, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you could only gaze at him, wide-eyed and taken aback. âJake⌠Iââ
He rushed on, misreading your shock as rejection. âI mean, itâs okay if you donât feel the same way,â he stammered, panic rising in his voice. âYou donât have to like me back. I get it. Iâm a mess right now, and itâs not fair to put that on you. I justââ
Before he could spiral further into his own uncertainty, you lunged forward, tackling him gently to the couch. Your lips found his in a swift, urgent kiss, silencing his rambling. The kiss was like a balm to both your hearts. Jakeâs surprise quickly melted into warmth as he kissed you back, his hands finding their way to your waist, holding you close.
When you finally pulled back, breathless, you looked into his eyes, searching for somethingâassurance, maybe, or confirmation.
âJake,â you breathed, your heart racing. âI love you too.â
His eyes widened in disbelief, a grin slowly breaking across his face. âYou⌠you really mean it?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he feared that saying it out loud might make it disappear.
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. âIâve liked you for a long time, even before all this happened,â you admitted, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. âI was just too scared to say anything.â
âGod, I thought I was going crazy,â he chuckled, the tension melting away as he pulled you in for another kiss. He held you close, as if you were the anchor heâd needed to find his way back to himself.
His hands rested firmly on your waist, grounding you in a way you hadnât realized you desperately needed. You could feel the gentle roughness of his fingers, each touch sending a soft flutter through your heart.
You slipped your hands to his cheeks, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin, feeling the slight stubble that had begun to grow. It felt intimate and electric, as if every lingering doubt and worry from before melted away with each gentle caress.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, you both stayed close, your foreheads pressed together. Relief washed over you, like a wave sweeping away the remnants of confusion and fear. There were no more secrets, just the two of you, open and honest.
With a soft chuckle, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace. Jake melted into the hug, his strong arms encircling you tightly. The moment felt right, like coming home after a long journey. You could feel his heartbeat steadying against yours, matching your own rhythm.
âIâm so glad we finally talked about this,â you murmured into his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of him that made you feel safe. âI was worried about how you felt.â
âMe too,â he confessed, his voice muffled against your hair. âI was scared Iâd mess everything up. But now, it feels like⌠like I can breathe again.â He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression earnest. âYou have no idea how much you mean to me.â
You smiled softly, your heart swelling at his words. âI do now,â you replied, warmth flooding through you.
As Jake pulled you in for another kiss, the world around you faded away once more, enveloping you in the warmth of his embrace. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine, and you surrendered to the moment, feeling every worry slip away. Yet, beneath the sweet intimacy, you began to notice something differentâdeep, low rumbles emanating from his chest, vibrating against your body.
Curiosity tugged at you, and you tried to pull back slightly to gauge what was happening, to make sure he was okay. âJake?â you murmured, but he didnât let you go. Instead, he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you back into the kiss, deepening it with an intensity that made your heart race.
But then you felt something sharp graze against your lip. You gasped and pulled back, eyes wide. His canines had elongated slightly, pressing against your skin. Your heart pounded as you looked at him, noticing how his form seemed to swell beneath you, muscles shifting and growing larger as he transformed.
âJake!â you exclaimed, your voice filled with concern as you took in the sight before you. His hair had grown fluffier, tousled and wild, and his eyes glowed a striking yellow, reflecting the light with an otherworldly sheen, you could see the subtle signs of his transformation taking hold.
He looked at you, panting softly, his breaths coming in heavy, almost desperate gasps. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he fought to control the change happening within him. âJake, you need to stop,â you urged, trying to maintain a calmness you didnât entirely feel. âYouâreââ
But before you could finish, he whined softly, his expression pleading as he pulled you back into a kiss, the warmth of his body overwhelming you. Despite the rush of emotions, you could sense the struggle in himâthe way he wanted to hold onto you, to keep you close, even as the wolf inside threatened to take over.
Your heart raced, and panic bubbled within you. âJake, please!â you gasped against his lips, desperately trying to catch your breath. âI donât want to lose you to this.â
He paused, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mix of longing and confusion. For a moment, it felt as if the connection between you was all that tethered him to his human side. âYou wonât lose me,â he promised, his voice barely a whisper, yet it carried a conviction that soothed the fear clawing at your chest.
You swallowed hard, your gaze steady on his. âWe can face this together. Just⌠donât let it take control, okay?â
Jake nodded, his gaze softening as he leaned in closer, the distance between you two disappearing. The rumble in his chest quieted, and you could see the flicker of the boy you loved shining through the fierce exterior. âI wonât,â he assured, his voice warm and earnest.
As you watched Jake begin to transform, every instinct in you urged you to step back, but you couldnât tear your gaze away. His body, once solid beneath you, started to shift, muscles rippling under his skin as if they were being pulled by an unseen force. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
His back arched slightly, and you could see his spine subtly elongating, each vertebra shifting as his form adjusted to accommodate the changes. The sound of his bones cracking and reforming echoed in your ears, primal and raw, but you didnât flinch. Instead, you felt a strange sense of awe at the beauty of it allâthe way he seemed to be caught between two worlds, the boy you loved and the creature he was destined to become.
His hair thickened, the strands transforming into a soft, plush fur that shimmered in the dim light of your room. You reached out instinctively, fingers brushing against the silky fur, and Jake leaned into your touch, as if it anchored him to his humanity.
His face began to elongate, the jawline widening and reshaping into a more pronounced muzzle. His nose transformed, darkening and broadening, taking on a canine shape. You watched in fascination as his lips curled back, revealing those sharp canines that had grazed your lips moments before.
With each passing second, Jake grew larger, the muscles in his arms and legs expanding, powerful and sinewy. The way he filled out beneath you was a reminder of the strength he possessed. His fingers transformed into powerful paws, claws extending and retracting with a grace that seemed both dangerous and beautiful.
Finally, with a deep, rumbling growl, he shifted onto all fours, the final stage of his transformation complete. His body was now a magnificent wolf, towering and powerful, with a coat that glistened like the night sky. You could hardly believe this majestic creature had once been your best friend, the boy who had made you laugh and smile, who had always been by your side.
As he crouched before you, the wolfâs eyes softened, the wildness within them momentarily quelled by the bond you shared. You reached out again, fingers brushing along his fur, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The wolf leaned into your touch, letting out a low, deep rumble.
âI love you, Jake,â you said softly, the words spilling out as easily as your breath.
Jake responded with a low whine, his eyes shimmering as he nuzzled closer to you. He licked your hand gently, the roughness of his tongue sending a thrill through you. It was a simple gesture, but it was clear that he understood you.
This was not how you had imagined your life would unfold at all, but it felt undeniably right.
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PAIRING: demon!heeseung x angel!reader (f)
SUMMARY: in a world where you either become angels or demons in the afterlife, heeseung and you were fates of high ranking. despite all the strict rules cast upon you, you two couldn't help but drown in the forbidden feeling of your love.
WARNINGS: kinktober. frforbidden love, mentions of blood and wounds, angels and demons, lucifer and God (i do not intend to offend anyone), sexual tension, smut, dry humping, making out, missionary, this is basically love making, cream pie, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy!) fluff, pet names (angel, baby), bad jokes abt heaven and hell (lame ik), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 26th October 2024
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a/n: honestly (yet again) i donât really like how it turned out, lol. the smut is mid and isnât very filthy but hey, i tried. please lmk your thoughts and REBLOG to spread đŤśđŠˇ. iâm not sure iâll publish my other kinktober works (vampire sunghoon and werewolf jay), cause i wonât be able to finish them on time.
In a world where in the afterlife you become either angels and demons, based on the amount of sins one commits in their previous life, you were the wisest angel.
Of course, being Godâs right arm didnât always mean having cool jobs, like at that moment, while you were searching through all the death certificates of your chosen region to see who would become an angel and find him a place in heaven.
You remembered how it used to be overcrowded, but now it was almost empty.
After a certain amount of time, you stopped being someoneâs guardian angel to either reincarnate or stay the eternity in heaven, helping newbie angels and making sure everything was at peace.
Demons would always try to bring chaos into the mundane world, throwing unlucky cards or haunting peopleâs dreams, trying to drive them insane or make them commit crimes, such as murder, mugging or even as cruel as suicide.
At least, you were given a room to rest for a couple of hours and to be able to do your job properly.
It was white, mostly, with a little bit of beige and pinkish tone. Glittery as well.
Sitting on your desk, you were scanning through the nth file of the night when you heard a loud cracking sound and a groan behind you.
You turned around just to see that Heeseung had teleported there, a deep frown on his face caused by the even deeper cut in his chest, where blood was spilling out.
âHeeseung!â You gasped, and he stumbled as you stood up.
He was the nastiest demon of hell, you two had arrived around at the same time and had always been in a fight since the beginning of your astral days.
Heeseung chuckled, his face paler than usual as he clutched the gash on his chest âItâs just a little cut.â He tried to brush it off, though you were sure if any human had that kind of injury, it wouldâve been fatal.
He limped forward, leaning against the wall, giving you one of his usual cocky smirks âNo need to worry.â
His smirk wouldâve even been hot if he wasnât bleeding out in the middle of your room, which happened to also be in heaven, a place he definitely shouldnât be.
Heeseung couldnât die because, well, he already did. But the healing process wouldâve hurt as much as dying another time would.
You hurried towards him, forgetting the work on your desk as you helped him on the bed âWhat happened?â
He groaned loudly, lowering himself onto the bed and flopping onto it as he clutched his chest, trying to keep the blood from gushing out of his body.
Heeseung hissed, looking up at you with a frown. "Got into a little fight", He muttered, "Can't you just heal me up?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he smiled at your worried expression.
âWith who?â You asked as you unbuttoned his mutilated black shirt and winced when you noticed in what state his skin was.
Dark blood spilled out of the gash, his veins had turned black from some kind of venom you couldnât quite point out âOr what..?â You asked, knowing it wasnât made from mere humans or other kinds of demons.
He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. The pain was bearable for him but seeing you so worried made him hate being injured.
Heeseung looked to the side, avoiding your gaze. "You know I can't tell you..." He murmured, his voice low with a hint of guilt.
You frowned, hating that he had to keep it a secret âI donât care about this hell versus heaven issue,â You snapped, feeling highly frustrated in that situation, âI know youâre hiding your aura so that God wonât sense you here, but you must tell me what hurt you so badly.â
He knew you only wanted the truth, and he didn't like lying to you. â I can't tell you what hurt me," He whispered, his voice filled with pain that he hid behind his stubborness.
He looked at you, his eyes pleading as he reached to cup your chin in his palm. "Please, stop asking me, angel."
You sighed softly. No pain was comparable to seeing him hurt, âOkay,â You breathed out âIâll see if I have some healing potion, it should help you.â
He nodded his head slightly, giving you a weak smile âIâd appreciate that.â
Heeseung laid in the bed, his chest feeling heavy with the pain. He didn't dare move to watch you as you frantically searched the drawers, trying to find the potion that would help him.
You opened and reopened drawers in desperate search of the healing potion, but nothing seemed to come to you.
âIâm sure I put it here somewhere,â You murmured as you threw out of your drawers white clothings and other items.
The panicked look in your eyes made his heart ache. He didn't want you to worry so much about him.
Heeseung sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. He reached out towards you, his voice strained as he spoke. "Angel, come here."
âNo,â You frowned, not even turning around to look at him âI have to find it- I must.â
He let out a small sigh when you refused to come towards him. He could sense your anxiety rising as you scoured the room for the potion.
âY/N,," He said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "Please. come here. You don't need to find it for me right now, just come here."
âIâm sorry,â You whispered as you turned around. The blood dried a little, fortunately the flow had stopped completely.
You moved to the bed, sitting beside him as you adjusted the pillow behind his back.
âDonât apologise,â His voice was a little too soft for a demon, âI just need you with me right now.â
You chuckled softly, âThis looks like a bad joke. An angel worried about a demon.â
A light, amused smile appeared on his face. "It does sound quite ironic, doesn't it?"
He continued, âBut I suppose it just shows the power of love, breaking boundaries even between heaven and hell."
You looked at him and nodded, intertwining your hands together, âIt indeed is powerful.â
You looked at his gash again, it would take at least a whole day for it to fully close, and a week too for the scar to fade away.
At least, he was in your bed and not somewhere in hell-
bed. bed. under the bed you had some healing potion.
Thatâs where you had secured it. You jumped off the bed and quickly kneeled to rummage through the boxes.
He looked up in surprise at you when you jumped up so suddenly, his grip on your hand loosening as you rushed towards the bed.
He watched, a puzzled expression on his face, as you knelt down and started to rummage under the bed âWhat are you doing, angel?"
âHere it is!â You exclaimed, holding up a casket with bottles of healing cream.
He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm. "I can't believe it was right under the bed this whole time," He said, shaking his head slightly in amusement.
You helped him lay on the bed again, making sure he was comfortable. You opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents into your hand.
âThis will help your healing process,â You informed as you opened his shirt better, âBut it might hurt⌠a lot.â
Heeseung gave you a quick nod and you gently put the cream on his wound.
He hissed and gripped the sheet beneath him, trying to breath in as much air as he could as his skin burned.
âShhh,â You soothed, putting the bottle on the ground and caressing his face âDon't fight it baby, itâll be alright.â
âThis ainât got nothing on me,â He murmured, trying to be strong for the both of you.
The pain was just like dying another time, his skin was slowly healing, but by doing that his body would suffer.
Heeseungâs eyelids slowly grew heavy until they shut because of the pain.
You stayed with him the whole time, until his body stopped rocking in tremors and his skin stopped sweating cold.
He woke up just a couple of hours later, thanks to his high dark aura, making it easier for the healing cream to work.
His chest had been wrapped in a bandage, now being shirtless, just with his black jeans.
His eyes opened, taking in the light colours of your room. You sat beside him, continuing with your heavenly task, but also willing to stay by his side.
Heeseung groaned lowly, his body feeling heavy and sore from the intense pain he had undergone.
He looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure sitting beside him.
âAngel.." he muttered, his voice weak and hoarse.
You widened your eyes at hearing his voice and quickly discarded the documents on the bed âHey,â You whispered, turning toward him.
He could feel the effects of the potion, making his body stronger by the minutes âHow long was I out for?â He asked.
âNo more than a couple of hours,â You informed him, brushing his bangs away.
He nodded, wincing slightly as he moved to sit up in the bed.
Heeseung looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Still doing your work, huh?â He asked, gesturing at the closed documents and pen beside you.
âAngel duties.â You shrugged, giving him a small smile âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm doing okay,â You replied, sitting upright âThe healing potion is working.â
âThatâs good.â You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.
âThank you for healing me, angel.â He said, the look in his eyes full of love and devotion.
You smiled gently, âIâm glad you came to me.â
He took your hand in his, âWhere else would I go, if not to you?â He gave your hand a gentle squeeze âYouâre my safe haven, Y/N.â
Your eyes softened at his words and something warm spread all over your chest. They then fell onto his lips, they looked so plump and soft. You had the urge to kiss him, but you couldnât.
It was impossible for angels and demons to kiss due to the curse cast upon them, a curse that would make their lips burn as soon as they met.
He sighed softly, Heeseung knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same, âWhat would I give just to taste your lips, even just once.â He murmured.
âMe too,â You frowned. âThis is so⌠unfair.â
He nodded in agreement, "It truly is unfair," He said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"I wish I could pull you in my arms, hold you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And most of all, I wish I could kiss you, feel the softness of your lips against mine."
You shivered at his words, each one igniting a fire inside of you that could no longer be contained. You needed him and you needed him to need you back.
Still, you joked, trying to lighten the mood âYou seem a little too soft for a demon.â
He chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "I know, I know," He replied, a small smile on his face. âI suppose you bring out the softer side in me, angel.â
You traced your fingers on the bandage you used to cover up his gash, for finally just a small amount of blood had dirtied it âDoes it still hurt?â
âNo, not anymore.â He gave you a reassuring smile âItâs just a little sore now, nothing I canât handle.â
Even if his reply was really important, you couldnât seem to hear it as your eyes settled on his lips.
You moved unconsciously closer to him, and he noticed, licking his lips.
Heeseung held his breath as you leaned closer to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the gentle scent of your hair, and the soft touch of your breath against his face.
In a moment of lucidity, you shook your head and moved away. You craved his kiss, but you couldnât hurt him just because of your selfishness.
âWould it be worth it?â You asked, your voice soft âIf we kissed?â
He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching yours. He could see the determination in your eyes, the willingness to ignore the consequences.
âGod help me," He muttered, his desire outweighing his caution.
He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, and gently guided you onto his lap.
âNot the best thing to say in heaven.â You chuckled as you settled on his lap, holding yourself up on his shoulders.
âI donât want to hurt you.â You murmured, making sure not to add too much pressure on his aching body.
"Well, I'm not exactly welcome in heaven, arenât I?" Heeseung shook his head slightly, his hands gentle on your waist. "Don't worry about me, angel," he whispered. "I can handle a little pain if it means I can hold you like this."
He moved your hair out of your eyes as you sighed at the contact âYouâre so beautiful.â He stated. âYou too,â You replied.
âYou truly are an angel.â He caressed your cheek, tracing your featured âAnd youâre mine.â
You smiled back at him, and for a moment he didnât even look like a demon. He looked like a human boy, holding his lover in his arms and not caring about anything in the world but for you.
And well, the worst part was that you loved him to the extreme as well.
You knew Heeseung was capable of breaking heaven and rule hell if he wanted, but he would never even consider it if it had the chance to hurt you.
He would set the world on fire to keep you warm, crave out his own wings to give them to you.
And you were no better, you thought youâd turn your back on heaven the second someone threatened to hurt him.
âWhat happensâŚâ You murmured âIf heaven or hell take me away from you?â You needed to hear his answer, to hear just how much he cared about you.
The thought of losing you, of heaven or hell separating you, was something he couldn't bear.
He looked into your eyes, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll burn down heaven and hell themselves before I let them take you away from me," He said fiercely.
Heeseung pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Nothing, not heaven or hell, can keep me from you."
At his words, you moved your face closer to his, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours, the electricity between the two of you.
His eyes flicked down to your lips, his own parting slightly in anticipation. He ached to close the distance, to feel the softness of your mouth against his.
His voice a strained whisper. "Y/N."
âHeeseung,â You whispered back âPleaseâ kiss me, even if it hurts.â
The thought of the pain they would endure paled in comparison to the aching emptiness of not kissing you.
He took a deep breath, his voice a hoarse murmur âDamn it, angel. you'll be the death of me."
âToo bad youâre already dead.â Since he wasnât closing the distance, you did.
You crashed your lips together in a desperate kiss. But as you braced yourself for the stinging sensation, it didn't come.
You pulled away, a surprised frown forming on your face âW-what?â
Heeseungâs expression mirrored yours, stunned, coating his sharp features.
âMaybe the curse was a lie.â You exclaimed âMaybeââ
âI donât care.â Heeseung breathed out as he pressed his lips against yours once again.
The only thing he wanted was to focus on the sweet taste of your lips against his, the sound of your moans being swallowed in the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed softly, drowning in the feeling of him.
His usual cold skin was now burning hot, even so the mere contact made you shiver.
âI love you,â He whispered on your lips, âEven if my heart canât beat, I can feel it within me.â
You could feel his growing desire under you, making your body ache for him, âI can feel it too.â You whispered, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the middle of your chest âThe pull.â
âFuck,â He groaned and kissed you hard again.
âNo curse words in heaven.â You murmured on his lips, making him smile.
The kiss was hot and anything but pure lust. âYou drive me insane.â Heeseung murmured âDamn it, Y/N. The things I want to do to you.â You knew you shouldnât feel that way, towards a demon. It was against every rule set in heaven.
But who cared? With every swipe of his tongue against yours, you couldnât even remember what was your porpoise in there.
Unconsciously, you ground your hips on his, making him groan in your mouth.
One of his hands cradled your head, massaging your scalp and pulling your hair gently.
You hummed, loving the way he was so gentle with you.
You placed one of your hands on his chest, but gasped as you felt the bandage. He was still hurt, you couldnât do it.
But Heeseung just smiled and held your body against his as he turned you around, so you were the one laying on the bed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, as well as his underwear.
You looked down at him and lord, if you didnât need him. He wasnât huge, but he was long and thick and eveything you ever wished for.
âI need in you so bad angel,â He murmured, prepping kisses down your neck âCan I have you, hm?â
Mindlessly, you nodded. You thought that if he even asked you to give everything up and run away, youâd agree right away.
His hands roamed your body, groping your breast, then down your stomach as he sucked on your skin, leaving reddish marks.
Not even caring about the consequences, your hands tangled in his locks, encouraging him to continue.
In just a matter of seconds, your clothes were forgotten on the floor as he took in the sight of you. So ethereal and so his.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss you once more, âIt might hurt.â He informed.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his chest flush to yours âI want the pain. I told you youâre worth it.â
His hips unconsciously bucked at your words, making his forehead press against your shoulder.
Heeseung took his length in his grasp and aligned with your entrance, âIf you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.â
You nodded, breathing out a quick reply before he pushed himself in.
You had expected it to hurt, to burn the same way your kiss shouldâve. But all you could feel was him and the sweet sensation it sent through your body.
Heeseung groaned, your walls hugging him so tightly. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to go at a slow pace.
âYouâre so perfect.â He murmured, kissing your collarbone âYouâre just so perfect, I donât know how you ended up with someone like me.â
You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but his pace quickened and each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body.
âI love you too.â You replied to his previous confession âSâmuch.â
His hips stilled at your words, his breath hitching. And then, his pace resumed, quickened as he held himself up.
He rested one of your legs on his shoulder and lightly kissed your ankle.
âSo good, angel.â Heeseung grunted, the sound of skin slapping filling the heavenly room.
âUgh!â You exclaimed as he hit a certain spot that made your toe curl âThere, Hee, there.â
âGot it.â He chuckled and deepened his thrust, repeatedly hitting that spot, âFound your sweet spot, mh?â He asked, his voice low and husky.
Heeseung looked so perfect, his muscled body on full display, the bandage wrapped around his torso and his bangs sticking to his forehead.
He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to release before you, one of his hands moving down to circle your clit, wanting to bring the both of you to the edge at the same time.
Your body shook in tremors as he did, the pleasure almost too much.
Your back arched as you breathed out his name, needing him to stop and continue at the same time.
âJust a little more, baby.â He snapped his hips faster, letting your ankle go and hovering over you.
Both of your breaths mended, just panting onto each othersâ lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.
You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him hard, teeth clashing.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached the edge, your body shaking. Heeseung throbbed at each clench of your pussy around him, emptying his seed inside of you.
His hips slowed, but he didnât pull out. He intended staying like that for as long as he could.
He laid beside you not to crash you, but not even having the energy anymore to hover your figure.
He wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to your chest, âI donât ever want to let go.â
âDonât.â You stated, holding onto him for dear life âDonât ever let me go.â
âAs long as youâll let me.â He whispered and kissed you again, deeply and slowly. For all the times he had wanted to kiss you but couldnât because of the nonexistent curse.
Oh, but if only you knew the curse existed, but didnât work for those who were soulmates in their past lives.
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