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Mean Girls 2004

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A Little Red (6)

Kim Hanbin (B.I.)/ Kim Jiwon (Bobby)/ Koo Junhoe (June) X Reader

Genre - Werewolf A/U

Word Count - 1.7K

Warnings - None. 

Mooodboard by bae. ( @memoiresofaneternaldreamer)

Having someone tell you that the monsters you read about in fiction books are real and having to believe them is one of the hardest things to do. It’s even harder to accomplish when the person telling you this unbelievable truth is someone you love. Even harder still, is when they try to explain that they know it to be a truth because they are the monster. I know this to be true because it’s what happened to me.

My love, Hanbin, has confessed to me this evening that he is one of the wolves that haunt the forest during the full moon. He is, from his own mouth, a werewolf. What am I to do with this knowledge? He has told me not to fear him. He has told me how to protect myself against him, and how to avoid him during his transition. He has guaranteed that he will not attack me when he is transitioned. Part of me wonders how I can just believe the madness he speaks of? The other part wonders how I could doubt this man whom I love and who has been nothing but true to me.

This evening after making love I was resting on his chest and noticed the scars that riddle his body. I’d never noticed them before. They’re so thin, nearly translucent. I could tell they were from another animal, it’s likely that they came from one of his own. That means there are at least two werewolves in this town, maybe more. Monsters masquerading as men. How many are here? What kind of danger have I found myself in now that I can not possibly leave?

“It’s colder here than I expected.” You said throwing another log on the fire. “Or maybe I just hadn’t expected that I would be here long enough to see winter.”

Hanbin chuckled lightly, “We’re much further north than you’re used to. It gets colder faster and stays that way much longer. Don’t spend too much time outside, not with the snowstorm. You won’t be used to it and I don’t want you getting sick needlessly.”

Hanbin continued going on about your health and safety, about how happy he was that you were still around and hadn’t yet gone home. You struggled to pay attention. It was impossible to look at him and tell that he could be one of the wolves that had been outside of your home. In your whole life you’d never met anyone as kind and caring as he was. His company was always such a quiet comfort. Neither of you ever had to say much at all when you were together. There was just something peaceful about being in his presence. You could imagine how your sister would have struggled with the idea of him being some gruesome beast like the ones in the books. The ones that nightmares were made of. Could he have been the one that attacked you? Or was he your watchful protector? Maybe he was the regal white wolf?

“Do you promise?” he asked, turning his face to look at you. “What?”

“Hmm?” you hummed, coming back from the trance that was your inner thoughts.

“You were staring. Why are you staring?”

“Um… it’s nothing. I guess I was just thinking about Junhoe. Did you see him the other night? You promised you would and you haven’t said anything about him.” You felt like you diverted the question well enough for now. You weren’t ready to bring up the journal, and the werewolf situation. He knew your sister very well before he told her, and you weren’t sure he’d take lightly to you blurting out that you knew about his secret.

“Yeah, I saw him the night of the full moon. He’s fine, like I knew he would be.” he shrugged, “I think he’s staying in the woods for awhile, he seemed to be bunkering down with supplies. If you don’t see him try not to worry too much.”

“That seems unsafe, being all alone in the woods during a snowstorm. You and Jiwon won’t even let me walk to the well alone for fear that I’ll freeze to death.”

“It’s different. Junhoe is capable… he knows this place, those woods. I have faith that he’ll be just fine.”

“And I am but a delicate leaf. Fragile to the touch and about as graceless as a girl could possibly be.” you bit back with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s not what I said nor what I meant. You don’t understand how serious your injury was, one that you’re still recovering from despite your severe stubbornness and unwillingness to believe so. You said yourself it’s colder than you were expecting. That means you’re not prepared. If you were to go out wandering and god forbid get lost, stuck out in the snow for who knows how long… Trust me, it’s not that I don’t think you’re strong or that you won’t be capable in time, just for now be cautious. If only for my own peace of mind.”

“Did Louisa ever say no to you? I find myself struggling to deny that face.” you grinned.

“Oh… I heard the word plenty of times from her lips.” he smiled fondly, “She loved for me to suffer.”

Despite the promise you’d made to Hanbin you found yourself growing restless as the days passed. The snow was never ending it seemed. Outside it was as if the whole world had been covered in a thick layer of the white fluff. No one in town could be seen outside of their homes. The only indication that they hadn’t all left were the constant streams of smoke billowing out of the tops of the chimneys and disappearing into the clouds.

You were in no need for supplies. An abundance of food, water and firewood were at your fingertips thanks to your two loving boys. However none of those things were going to be able to cure your cabin fever. Just the idea of going outside made your toes curl with pleasure.

Beyond your insatiable urge to go outside, you wanted to see Junhoe. To know that he was okay, but also because you wanted someone to talk to. Someone who would be honest with you. When you spoke with Jiwon he had a habit of deflecting your questions, turning your attention elsewhere so that he never truly answered. Hanbin was better at answering, however you had a feeling that everything he said to you was coated with kindness. All you really wanted was the truth. And there was only one person in this town you knew would give you that.

You could have read more of your sisters journal, found more truth in that,  but you could not seem to open the cover. It was as if the pages were bringing truth to your worst fears. Hanbin was your friend, he was meant to be the hero in your tale not the villain. You had been so used to things in life being black and white, good or bad. However, with the entry you’d read in the journal you realized that this was all very gray and it made you sick to imagine what you would do with the information. A wolf attacked and killed your sister, and now you were realizing that it was likely that the wolf that killed her had been someone she knew, maybe someone you knew. This had stopped being a careless accident and had become a murder.

The snow was cold, but it was the biting wind that left you miserable. The snow in the forest nearly went up to your knees. Your sisters red hood dragging in the snow behind you. You crossed your arms to keep your chest warm. Protecting your heart and your lungs, a lesson you’d learned as a child from your father. It hadn’t even felt like you’d been in the trees that long before you realized you were lost. You could still see the creek, although it was frozen over, and you remembered having followed it to the tree, so you pressed on.

“Junhoe!” You called out into the trees. Your whole body shook with cold as you stepped through the underbrush. Your boots crunching into the freshly fallen snow. “Ju- Junhoe!”

The windchill became more and more than what you expected, more than you gave it credit for. Even with the cloak, even with the scarf wrapped around your face, the wind was biting at your flesh. Little pins in your skin. Your body was shaking with more ferocity than you’d ever experienced before, but still you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn back just yet. You knew he’d be at the tree. The tree, you knew, was in the center of the forest. There was no way you would have passed it by, and you’d been walking so long already you were sure it would be close.

The creek you followed was silent with cold. The water flowing slowly and quietly beneath the thin surface of ice. The forest had become a dead place. Your teeth chattered wildly and you could feel your legs going numb, giving in. With a gasp you collapsed to your knees, the snow rising to your waist. It was overwhelming you, the cold, wrapping you in her arms and painfully so. Several times you tried to pick yourself up from the snow, twice you were successful, but only long enough to drag yourself a few more feet, until collapsing again. Finally unable to push yourself back up. Your vision began to blur and you knew soon you’d find the forever sleep.

That’s when you saw it. Somehow it’s eyes came into vision first. Golden and glistening between a thicket of dead branches. The light brown fur of its gigantic muzzle next, as it moved from behind its hiding place. You couldn’t help but stare with morbid curiosity as it stepped towards you. Paws as big as your chest crunching through the snow effortlessly. You knew then, as is made it’s way ever closer that it had no intentions of hurting you. It stood before you, magnificent and terrifying and you reached out, running your hand over its snout, your fingers through the thick warm fur at its neck.

“P-please help me.” You don’t know why you said it, as if the animal could understand your plea, but the words sputtered out regardless.  

The beasts eyes seemed to soften and it lowered its head, and nudged your chest, needing your help if it was going to help you in return. You slung your arm over it’s back, painfully dragging your body on top of it. Your fingers clutched the fur of the beast tightly, your face buried into the softness and warmth of it.

Before the cold took you over completely you were able to whisper quietly, “Thank you.”