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Under the Blooming Moon | Woosung x Reader

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A/N: Something a little different, but since listening to The Rose and Woosung's solo work, I've had this scenario kicking around in my head for a while. Had to get this one out of my system and omg I think this is the longest thing I've ever written on this platform 🥲

Summary: Every year the blood moon rises, potential mates gather with their wolf pack for The Union. A carnal game of cat-and-mouse parlays into the wolves finding and claiming their mate for life, and Woosung already has his heart and claws sunk onto his omega best friend...

Warnings: light violence, blood (biting, scratching), some allusions to sexual harassment, werewolf smut

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It was that time of year again. The air had picked up a particular sharp chill as it blew through the trees of Namhae Pyeonbaek forest, branches bustling and scattering loose raindrops across the thick thrush. The rains had fortunately lifted hours ago, setting the stage for what was sure to be a messy and chaotic night.

The moon hung high over the tree canopies, deep ruby in colour, with beams of sinister red light slicing through breaks in the leaves to provide only small semblances of light, all of which were drowned out by the roaring bonfire in the middle of the forest. What was just a typical spacial phenomenon to the lay eye represented a far more lecherous promise.

Far off from any trails or where humans dared to lurk, the wolf pack had gathered for their annual Union ritual. They were all relatively young, equal parts eager and anxious with a libidinous, insatiable appetite for tonight's activities. While the ritual sounded dastardly and vile at first, at the end of the day it was a massive cat-and-mouse game, a competition for beta wolves to find and capture their perfect life mate.

And Woosung had already his eye on his potential prize.

While the other beta wolves engaged in lively banter and indulged in drinks, he chose a more reserved and introverted approach, leaning against the weathered trunk of a thousand-year-old pine, sipping cautiously from his plastic cup. His intense gaze remained fixed on Iseul, undeterred by her unawareness as she conversed with her friends. Her soft bangs and long, dark locks swayed in harmony with the gentle breeze, occasionally brushing against her exposed skin, causing him to detect a subtle shiver running down her spine due to her lack of a coat. However, Woosung was well aware that Iseul had knowingly embarked on this evening's adventure, and if their plans unfolded as intended, a jacket would be the least of her concerns.

From his earliest memories, Woosung harbored a deep desire for Iseul. Their mothers had been best friends, and they had envisioned their pups sharing the same bond. Time proved them right. Raised side by side, they navigated the challenges of being hybrids in a world often unforgiving to their kind. In the face of adversity, Woosung and Iseul clung to each other, learning to rely on one another. This dependence evolved into a lifelong friendship. It was only when Woosung encountered his first heat cycle that he confronted a truth far more profound: his longing for Iseul extended beyond the boundaries of friendship. She was the one he wanted, fully and without consequence. However he was a little awkward back then, and the idea of confessing his feelings to Iseul was just as daunting as the notion of being scalped for a hat.

But he wasn't a teenager in his first awakening anymore. He had grown up, worked on his self confidence and -- of course -- his body. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about his height, he felt he was finally up to the challenge to pick and claim Iseul.

If she would have him, though. There was indeed the possibility that she would shut him down about as gently as a... well... a wolf.

Many betas pursued mates by resorting to quite vile and degrading methods, but Woosung and his friends weren't about that. They remained steadfast in their conviction, undeterred by the ridicule they sometimes faced from larger betas. For Woosung, the idea of a mate was intrinsically tied to mutual desire and respect. He wanted her to be as willing and eager to be with him as he was with her.

"Woosung? Earth to Woosung!" a pale hand waved in front of his face, breaking him out of his trance and his focus landed on one of his best friends, Dojoon. The happy-go-lucky beta chuckled at his shaggy-haired friend, "Where'd you go? I was talking to you,"

Woosung cocked a brow, "Where did I go? I've been here the whole time," he sassed back.

"You know what I mean," Dojoon rolled his eyes, "You're staring at Iseul again, aren't you?"

"I am not," Woosung replied sharply.

"Oh-ho-ho, yes he is," their other friends, Hajoon and Jaehyeong suddenly appeared at Woosung's other side, "He's been staring at her like Jaehyeong stares at ramyun,"

He glowered at the younger betas, "Aren't you guys supposed to be stalking potential mates instead of me?"

"Don't say it like that," Dojoon grimaced, "It makes us sound like animals,"

Jaehyeong cocked a brow, bumping Hajoon with his elbow, "Who wants to tell him?"

"You know what I mean, smart-ass," Dojoon scolded back, "Why are you even here? I thought you and Ji-Woon were already a thing?"

"We are, technically," the youngest beta shrugged back, "But she wanted to do this so we can make it 'official', or some shit,"

"Aw, adorable," Woosung smirked, "You better hope Muscle-Brain-McGee over there doesn't claim her, first," he nodded in the direction of the betas gathered closer to the fire, where a handful of them surrounded the pack's beloved figure, Yung. Yung was in the midst of shotgunning a beer can, encouraged by the echoing chants of his friends. With a mighty gesture, he tossed the empty can into the grass, then raised his fists triumphantly into the air, proudly displaying his array of bulging muscles through his snug t-shirt, captivating the attention of everyone around.

Hajoon rolled his eyes, "What a show dog," he muttered. Woosung couldn't agree more, the view of Iseul in the warm glow of the fire much more interesting to him, anyhow.

However, he was surprised when he shifted his gaze and discovered that she was already watching him, suppressing a mischievous smile. The shock nearly caused Woosung to fumble with his drink, but he managed to maintain his composure and playfully winked in her direction. Iseul chuckled softly and discreetly waved back in response.

Dojoon chuckled beside him, slinging an arm around his shoulders, "God, you are so obvious,"

"Oh, leave him alone, Dojoon," Jaehyeong scolded.

"And who are you to scold your alpha?"

"Well, for one: he's taller than you," Hajoon decided, "And he's the only one out of us who's actually got a mate,"

"Can't argue there," Woosung snickered.

On the other side of the bonfire, Iseul only swiveled her head when she caught wind of the boisterous revelry. She couldn't help but see Yung and his friends' juvenile behavior, and despite Yung's chiseled physique and k-drama good looks, she found his personality less than appealing. Naturally, she scanned the sea of radiant faces until her eyes locked onto Woosung, who met her gaze just moments later. Her heart skipped a beat when he winked at her, his charming, boyish grin quickly replaced with an expression of distaste as his friends took the piss out of him.

Woosung had been her most trusted confidant, privy to secrets about her that not even her closest girlfriends knew. She had observed his transformation from a slightly awkward, endearingly nerdy teenager into a sharp and agile young beta. He stood out in their pack as one of the few wolves who treasured her intellect, determination, and confidence over her physical attributes. Even during the times when she felt like the least among the female pups, as they underwent their awakenings and developed in ways she hadn't, he never failed to make her feel beautiful. Her fondness for him had gradually evolved into a subtle crush, particularly when she witnessed his prowess during pack hunts. It wasn't just about his physical appeal; she loved him regardless of his shaggy wolf's cut or sharp cheekbones. Not that she'd dare admit it, but he was the only one she ever thought of when she experienced her heat cycles.

If anyone was going to claim her tonight, she secretly hoped it would be Woosung.

"Iseul, stop staring," her friend, Duri, poked her shoulder, "You're being obvious,"

"What?" Iseul whipped around.

"Yeah," her other friend, Chae-Won, nodded, "Don't pay those mutts any mind,"

"I wasn't, believe me," she assured them.

"Good. Here's to hoping they won't pick up our scent," Chae-Won sighed, grimacing at the thought of Yung or one of his friends forcing her down, "I'll castrate one of them if I have to,"

"Ji-Woon's already covered," Duri smirked at their friend, "Jae had her scent pegged loooong ago,"

Ji-Woon gawked at her, scolding her with a whisper, "You didn't tell anybody, right?"

"That you two are already fucking? No, your secret's still safe with us," Iseul chuckled.

"Good," Ji-Woon huffed, "If the alphas were to find out --"

"They'd give you a stern talking to about breaking ritual and that would be it!" Duri assured her.

Chae-Won chuckled with amusement, "I bet I know someone who already has Iseul's scent pegged,"

Ji-Woon grimaced as she turned to Iseul, "Ugh! If that muscle-headed-meatball even comes within a hair of you, I'll tear out his gizzard and feed it to the strays," she growled, talking about Yung

Iseul rolled her eyes, "Chae's talking about Woosung, Teen Wolf,"

"Oh!" Ji-Woon nodded, sneakily stealing a glance at the group of boys behind them. She offered a fleeting smile when her gaze settled on the silhouette of her man engaged in conversation with Woosung. She then briefly assessed the older beta before returning her attention to Iseul, "No, I won't tear his gizz out,"

"How thoughtful of you," Iseul chuckled back.

A prolonged, resonant howl echoed through the air, capturing the attention of all the betas. They turned to face one of their alphas, Yoongi, who stood at the center of the encampment. Yoongi was a robust, unflappable, and sagacious leader, earning the unwavering respect of every beta under his and his brothers' protection. It was an exceedingly rare sight to witness alphas co-leading, given the often intense clashes of egos and struggles for dominance. However, all seven of them brought unique and distinctive qualities that made their pack one of the most formidable in South Korea.

"The Union is about to start! All participating betas are to meet at the edge of the clearing -- asap!" he called.

"At start of project!" his co-alpha, Jimin, called from behind him.

With that the mass of excited (and quite horny) betas migrated to the edge of their makeshift campsite. Duri sighed as she walked arm-in-arm with her friends, gazing longingly at Yoongi and Jimin, "If only alphas were allowed to participate in the Union,"

Iseul cocked a brow at her, "You forget they're the fucking alphas. They don't need to participate in this shit," she pointed out.

"Yeah! If Namjoon points at me and tells me to get on all fours, I'm there without question," Chae-Won nodded.

A familiar voice from behind the girls called out, "C'mon, girls. She's just saying that because she wants the privileges of alpha's mate," Dojoon said.

The girls turned around, smiling appreciably at their friends. Duri spoke up first, "And you don't fantasize about being alpha one day?" asked curiously.

"Of course he does, just not the boring parts," Woosung pointed out, "Diplomacy, security, pack treaties, mange breakouts..." he shuddered at the last one, "Nasty stuff,"

"Says the guy who spent a full two days lounging in a literal mud bath," Iseul teased back.

Woosung smirked back at her, "I didn't hear you complaining, Iseul," he pointed.

"I lost a bet; I wasn't supposed to complain," she replied, "You're lucky I didn't catch ticks,"

"Like I'd let that happen to you,"

Their friends meanwhile exchanged knowing glances between them, the boys tittering amongst themselves as they followed the male betas. Jaehyeong passed Ji-Woo and tossed a saucy wink her way, and the young beta couldn't help but blush and smile with giddy. Duri looped an arm around Ji-Woo's shoulders, tutting at her.

"God, you guys are gross," she commented with a smirk.

Ji-Woo rolled her eyes, peeling Duri's arm off of her as she followed the females, "Oh, go fantasize about Jungkook,"

"If Yung catches you, not even your wet dreams will save you," Chae-Won teased back. Duri flipped her off, she and Chae-Won chased after Ji-Woon meanwhile, knowing Iseul would catch up with them.

The young beta crossed her arms, nervously nibbling on her inner lip as she locked eyes with Woosung. His usually dark eyes were now speckled with gold, radiating beautifully against his illuminated complexion in the warm, flickering glow of the fire.

"So... are you ready?" he asked, praying his own anxiousness didn't show through his exterior.

They started walking together, "Am I ready to get shoved face-first into the dirt while a neanderthal tries to fuck me into his submission? Sure, why not?" she replied.

Woosung chuckled, "Sounds like you don't plan on getting caught tonight," he noted.

"If I can help it," she shrugged back, "You get the better end of the deal, anyhow: you get a say in who you want," her lips fell into a pout and Woosung saw he never saw anything cuter that night.

"Very true," he nodded, "But you never know, maybe you'll be tracked by somebody who would treat you right?"

"And maybe Duri's going to become an alpha's mate?" she chuckled back, "You have to agree though, Woo, this whole blood moon ritual is kind of ridiculous. For the twenty-first-century, anyway,"

"Maybe. But I like to think some of us adopted the twenty-first-century way of thinking," he replied.

"Besides you, I can't think of a single person," she said, "... Well, your friends are alright, too,"

"I'll let them know you said so," Woosung simpered.

They were coming to the starting line, with the girls grouped separately from the boys, all anticipating the howl to begin. Iseul glanced at Woosung, her stomach filled with excitement as the adrenaline surged, and her curiosity reached its peak, "So... out of curiosity... is there anybody here you're hoping to mate with?"

Woosung looked around, hoping he could throw her off his intentions as she shook his head, "I don't know. Obviously someone very obedient, submissive, knows how to cook and clean but fucks like a banshee, obviously," he smirked at her, living for that annoyed expression overtaking her face. She smacked his arm and he simply laughed.

"I know you're only joking, but if any part of you is serious I hope you die old and alone," she huffed.

Woosung's smirk never left as he started for his group, walking backwards to keep her in his line of sight, "In that case, you better hope I don't catch you, Iseul!" he teased.

Iseul tittered under her breath, her confidence flaring as she cocked her chin up, her own dark eyes illuminated with flecks of gold, "... I might not fight if you did," she admitted.

How it was that seven small words could get his heart racing so quickly he had no idea, but Woosung swore his mind blanked out as those seven words echoed in his head. There was a possibility that she was just teasing him, but then he knew when she was kidding around. Something in her tone told him she wasn't this time.

He couldn't help the pep in his step as he turned around, running to find his friends to tell them, "Dojoon!"

The group of female betas were chattering with giddy, some of them dressed skimpier than others, some had slipped notes into the pockets of potential suitors they wanted to tip off. And from the smell, so, so many of them were smack-dab in their heat cycles. Either way, the surrounding atmosphere was thick with lascivious anticipation, and of course there was a little bit of fear involved, too.

Iseul glanced behind her nervously, hoping to spot any trace of Woosung in the sea of faces. She caught him briefly, warming up with his friends for what she'd promised to be a long chase ahead of him. He caught her eye briefly, neither of them paying attention as Jimin reiterated the rules they'd heard time and time again. He winked at her again.

Iseul swore her heart stopped.

"Are you ready, girls?" he announced. The female betas let out a chorus of sharp howls, the sound echoing through the trees and across the horizon. Woosung could distinguish Iseul's pitched tone from miles away, her passionate howl igniting a fire in his core.

"Then... GO!" Jimin's call transformed into a prolonged howl, nearly overwhelmed by the sounds of excitement and squeals as the girls sprinted off into the shadowy depths of the woods. They usually had a minute's head start, but they all knew it wouldn't be long until the boys were upon them.

Iseul tried to keep close to her friends as best as she could, though when she looked over her shoulder again she was dismayed to find she was on her own. Nevertheless, her blood was pumping steadily, her legs burning with adrenaline and her feet thundered across the muddy landscape as she ran as fast and as far as she could. She leapt over bushes and careened around tree groves. Already she could hear howls and screams of the other females echoing through the trees, some twisted with salaciousness and eroticism. The boys were already prowling through the forest, and it wouldn't be long until they came upon her, too.

She slowed down at an old pine, stopping to catch her breath. It felt as though she had been running for hours, when Iseul knew that five or so minutes had only passed. This game wasn't supposed to end until dawn broke over the horizon, or until the males and females had found their mates. Either way, the night ahead of her was long and already the air was thick with the stench of sweat and sex.

Disembodied cries of lust continued to rattle her heightened hearing, intermingled with predatory howls. She could pick out Jaehyeong's pitch in the cacophony, and she had to wonder if he'd already pounced and claimed Ji-Woo, just like she'd always gone on and on about. Iseul shook her head at her friend's fantasies, never the less finding her enthusiasm endearing. Among the racket, Iseul could also pick out Yung's howl; a deep, ground-shuddering sound that reflected his own brutishness. She didn't like how close he sounded.

While she continued to run, Iseul came to the alarming realization that she hadn't heard Woosung's howl, not even once, not even when the boys initially set off. She couldn't help but wonder where he went, debating whether or not it was safe to call out to him, or if she'd gone too far for him to find her. But the latter was ridiculous, she knew he had her scent down to memory, if he wanted her he could find her easily.

That is... if he even wanted her in the first place. Who was to say he even took her previous pass at him so seriously.

The sharp snap of a twig pricked at her ears and Iseul turned hastily on her heel, her fingers curled God willing she needed to unleash her claws. But alas, there was nothing behind her.

Iseul, feeling a mixture of panic and indignation, turned around to find Yung's towering and imposing figure looming over her. His eyes bore a determined look, flecked with fiery gold and oranges, and his intent was clear - he was ready to claim her as his mate by any means necessary.

"Hi Iseul," he greeted, feigning politeness, taking a step forward. She took a step back, her worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh. Hey Yung," she said, doing her best to keep a brave front. The fact was she couldn't lie; she found Yung quite intimidating to be around on normal days. A frat-party-eque sex fest was even worse.

"I found you," he noted, his smile disgustingly lecherous.

"That you did," Iseul took another step back.

"So, you know what that means for us, right?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"That I didn't run far enough," she gaped back, not eager to a chase but she was willing if she needed to.

Yung chuckled darkly, "Oh, don't be that way, Iseul. You know the rules of the Union..." he reiterated, reaching out to stroke back her hair.

Iseul moved her head away, glaring sourly, "Yeah. The rules state you need to catch me, not just find me. That's just lazy," she pointed out.

"Somehow, I think you'll grant me the exception," he noted, "You and I would have beautiful pups together,"

She simpered back, "Not in this lifetime, show dog,"

Yung reached out, attempting to grab her, but with a swift movement, she extended her sharp claws and scratched him across his cheek. Yung yelped in pain and surprise as the sting of her claws met his flesh. It was a warning, a defense against his forceful advances.

Iseul wasted no time. She turned and bolted into the trees again, away from Yung, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. Yung, nursing his bleeding face, roared in frustration as she disappeared, picking off her scent and taking off after her.

Sure, he was fast, he was practically the golden boy of the betas, but he wasn't as fast and agile as Iseul was. She knew he'd be hot on her tail and she had to find somewhere to hide, she'd even take the bog if she could find it. She didn't know where she was going, hell she couldn't even concentrate on looking straight ahead. Yung's vile scent was still in her nose and so long as that scent lingered, she knew she wasn't safe.

Rounding a grove of trees, Iseul was ready to hurl herself into the thrush when a pair of arms grabbed her. She screamed, fighting like a caged animal when she heard a familiar, soothing voice.

"Calm down! Calm down, Iseul! It's me! It's Woosung!" her friend held her tight against his chest as he fought to keep his grip on her. Iseul then relaxed, surrendering in his arms as her body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

"Oh, thank God!" she panted, "I was this close to being mauled," she pinched the air with her pointer finger and thumb.

Woosung took a whiff of the air, "Don't thank the big guy, yet. Yung's still coming,"

As though on cue, the mighty werewolf emerged from behind the tree trunks, taking both of them off guard. He snarled viciously at Woosung, his own claws bearing from his fingertips.

"Let go of my mate," he growled.

Woosung shook his head, "Yung, c'mon -- we can talk about this. You know, like -- civilized men?"

Yung chuckled with pity, "We're not men, Woosung. We're barely human. And you have what belongs to me. I want it back,"

Iseul snarled back, "Oh, fuck you! Calling me an it!?" if she was stronger then Woosung she would've lunged for the beta, but Woosung held her fast against him. She could feel his heart thundering through her back.

It was then that Woosung had an idea, the only way he knew he could get Yung off of Iseul's back. Though, Iseul may not forgive him for it.

"She's not yours though, Yung," he pointed out, "I can smell her, you didn't claim her,"

Yung scoffed, "We were about to get there,"

"Not even in your dreams," Iseul spat back.

"But that means," Woosung continued, "That if you didn't claim her, then she's still fair game," he gave the bigger beta a cocky smirk. Yung's expression went from sheer anger to panic. He knew what Woosung was thinking.

"Don't do it," he warned him, "Don't you even think about it,"

Iseul caught on. If she wasn't so frightened, she may have been a little excited at what he was proposing. Woosung's breath cascaded down her ear, his vice-like grip on her loosening as he brushed his nose across the swoop of her neck. She smelled so fucking good. Iseul shuddered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear. Before Iseul had the chance to even ask, she felt his sharp teeth puncture the skin where her shoulder met her neck.

Her scream echoed across the forest.

As quickly as he latched on, Woosung released his bite. But the damage was done; her heat had overwhelmed her the moment he'd broken her skin. A sharp, pleasurable sensation coursed from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Her heat had never felt so visceral before, consuming her to the point she fought to catch her breath. She could feel her blood trickling down her chest, and even more vividly, she could smell her own blood within Woosung's mouth.

Yung's spirit deflated, his claws retracting, and the once-ferocious gleam faded from his eyes. He understood the futility of his situation; that fighting back now would lead the alphas to exile him from the pack, not that it would make a difference if he did.

Iseul belonged to Woosung, now.

With a scathing snarl, Yung spat at the dirt, backing away slowly, "Fine. She's all yours. You enjoy," he turned on his heel and disappeared in the dark.

Both Woosung and Iseul sighed with relief. Woosung wiped his chin with his hand, guilt shuddering through him at the sight of her blood staining his hand. Guilt... but also a twinge of desire.

"He's gone now," he let her out of his arms. Iseul took two steps before she collapsed against a tree trunk, her legs as wobbly as jello and her skin felt as though it was caging an inferno. Woosung dashed to grab her before she could hit the ground, "Woah! You okay?"

She nodded, she let him set her down gently on the ground. Her breathing settled, as did the adrenaline coursing in her blood. Iseul was dirty, exhausted, but when she looked up at Woosung, sleep was the last thing she had on her mind.

"I'm fine," she huffed, averting her gaze to the clumps of grass and weeds before her, "That was -- oh my God!"

"I'm so sorry, Iseul. I didn't know what else to do," he crouched before her, laying a comforting hand on her knee. She was hot to the touch, every inch of her felt as though it was burning. Though she wasn't in pain.

Iseul cracked a smile and she placed her hand over his, "It's okay. Really, I'm okay," she assured him, "My dry-cleaning might have some questions about this, though," she pointed to the blood seeping into her t-shirt. Woosung simpered quietly, jokes were certainly a good sign.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his concern still sprawled across his expression.

She shrugged listlessly, "Not so much, anymore. I'd rather it was you than... you know," she sighed, "... Um... does this mean that...?"

"I think so," Woosung admitted, "We're mates, now,"

He expected Iseul to unleash a barrage of curses, to scold him for his reckless behaviour, but her hand on his remained steady. Her head fell back against the tree trunk, her eyes shimmering with flecks of gold, more radiant than Woosung had ever witnessed. She was utterly captivating, and the scent of her blood only intensified his smoldering desire.

What a dichotomy, he thought.

If Iseul wasn't so exhausted in that moment, she may have let her baser instincts win. She may have begged Woosung to take her hard and fast against this tree, to make her scream for him again and again. But Woosung wasn't just any werewolf, he was her friend first and foremost. And he already seemed so spooked from before.

"Well... do you wanna sit with your new mate until she regains the ability to walk again?" she asked, suppressing a chuckle.

Woosung's smile was genuine now, his tense shoulders relaxed as he gladly obliged her. He took his place beside her, careful of the bite as he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close. She smelled so tantalizing, his desire for her continuing to bubble in his gut and he prayed she didn't notice how he adjusted himself.

Iseul cuddled up into him, his familiar musk so comforting and the skin of his arms a cool contrast to hers. She didn't bother to suppress her smile when he laid a kiss on her temple, she felt as safe as she possibly could out here, under the blooming moon.

Indistinctive howls and moans continued to echo through the night, haunting Woosung and Iseul like harping banshees as they walked through the forest. While they couldn't see anybody, they knew better. There were couples thrusted into bushes, cloistered in the trees, copulating in the shadows and all around them.

The fire had definitely gone out by now, but the smell of burnt wood and kindling was as sharp as ever as it drew the pair back to their camp.

Any sting from Woosung's bite had subsided by now, but Iseul's state of desire remained the same. Nevertheless, she walked hand-in-hand with Woosung, silently processing what had just happened. Woosung really claimed her, after years and years of debating whether or not she should make the first move, praying that one day he'd come up to her and ask her himself, he'd really done it. Sure, it wasn't as romantic as she originally imagined, but the intent remained the same.

"So..." she sighed, "Are you gonna' rush and tell Dojoon and them what happened?" she asked, a mocking smile on her lips.

Woosung cocked a brow, glancing down at her curiously, "They might ask why I smell like your blood, so..." he chuckled, "But I'm not gonna -- I won't run and gossip with them, if that's what you mean,"

"That might be a tough one to play off," she simpered, "Did you follow me?"

"Hm?"

"Did you follow me -- back there? Or, did you just happen upon me like some sort of white knight?" she asked.

Woosung grinned sheepishly and his gaze averted to the ground, "I may or may not have been following your scent. It's easy to pick you out by now," he said.

Iseul smiled back, "Lucky you had," she replied, "Although it did kind of hinder your chance,"

"How do you mean?" Woosung asked, picking off the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She shrugged bashfully, "Well -- you didn't really get a chance to catch your mate properly. You know... after a ten minute chase, it's supposed to be filled with anticipation and sexual tension until you finally take her under a tree or something,"

Woosung cocked a brow, a sly smirk curling at his lips as he stopped in his tracks. Iseul stopped a couple steps after him, her gaze profoundly captivating.

"Is that what you want, Iseul?" he asked, taking a step closer. She wasn't intimidated as she had been with Yung, though she couldn't help the apprehensive pinching swirling in her gut as he looked at her that way. Something within him suddenly changed, shifting from the familiar, carefree Woosung to a more primal and instinctual version of himself.

She liked it a lot.

"... Maybe I do," she replied truthfully, "What would you say if I told you that... I only ever wanted you to be my mate?" she took a step closer as well.

Woosung though he was dreaming, he must've been. But the prickling breeze and the howls wailing over his head assured him over otherwise.

His excitement began to grow again, he cursed at himself for wearing fitted jeans because he knew that Iseul would be able to pick out the tent in his pants if she looked.

"I would say that I've longed to hear you say that for nearly my entire life," he admitted, bringing his chilled hand up to her cheek. Her skin wasn't as hot as before but she still felt so warm, the blood on her neck still tacky as his fingers fluttered down to her collarbone.

"How about I give you a five minute head start?" he offered.

Iseul gulped at his words, suddenly feeling her blood rushing to her cheeks. She was elated when the flecks of yellow and gold reappeared in his irises. She bit at her inner lip, a newly renowned adrenaline bubbling in her gut.

"A whole five minutes?" she queried, "Are we feeling confident?" she brought her hand to his chest, fingers flexing against the indent of his pectorals.

"Very," he leaned in, approaching her lips with his own. Iseul's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, waiting imminently to be lured into his trap before he whispered into her ear, "Your time starts now,"

Like a shot, Iseul pivoted on her heel and swiftly disappeared into the woods once again, a surge of renewed vitality propelling her as she ran. Woosung never truly appreciated the expression "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," more than he had in that moment, her slim physique but a flashing memory before his eyes though nevertheless her smell was still thick in his nose.

Iseul wasn't sure where she was going, much like previously she was itching to get as far away as fast as she could. Only difference here was she found herself laughing as she ran, coursing with giddy. She knew Woosung was a formidable hunter, he'd be on her in no time. Nevertheless, the chase this time was a little more more tantalizing than the last. She leapt over thrushes and ducked around trees, running until her legs burned and her chest began to tighten. She was excited, but it didn't mean that she was going to make this easy for him.

She finally stopped when she came to a clearing, dimly lit from the reddened tinge of the moon. The cacophony in the air had diminished, with many of her fellow betas either having found their own partners or chosen to remain hidden. Meanwhile, she was certain that numerous males had surrendered and retreated back. It was probably somewhere after midnight now, maybe closer to one in the morning? So much had already happened in such little time and yet Iseul still had so much energy to burn, anticipation prickling at her spine as she cased the area. There was no sound, not even a smell.

Iseul became nervous after ten minutes of waiting, wandering around the trees or stopping to stare up at the moon. She waited for the first whiff, the first crack of a twig or squelch of mud, giving her ample time to take off should she need to. If she even wanted to.

Her head whipped around when she heard a snapping in the distance, her apprehension elevated as she began to back out of the moonlight.

And then she smelled him. He was here.

She froze suddenly when her back made contact with something unexpected — not a tree trunk, but a chest. Almost immediately his scent overwhelmed her, the tip of his cold nose brushing softly across the unscathed side of her neck, her warm breath eliciting goosebumps over her skin. All thoughts of running vanished in a snap, her baser instinct taking over as his arms wrapped around her slim figure.

"Does it count now?" he tittered into her ear, his tone low and laced with a darker promise.

"Yes. Now it counts," she muttered, her voice just brushing above a whisper, "You took your time,"

"I wanted you to feel like you were winning," he teased, turning her so they came nose-to-nose. His face was infinitely closer now, maybe because her fingers were pressed against his nape, subtly pulling him lower. It didn’t take amazing eyesight to notice the tent growing in his pants. At this point her juices were trickling into her pants.

“I think I did win,” she looked at his lips. She loved the deep dimples in his cheeks; she had wanted to kiss them since she first noted them.

“We both did,”

She nodded, her fingers sliding under the edge of his t-shirt.

He shivered as he laid his lips against hers, simply pressing them there, pushing them gently against her own before disclosing them slightly with a barely-there lick. He moved back an inch to look at her, make sure she was alright.

Iseul's eyes were closed, her cheeks soft and warm under his palms, her lips inviting and thicker now that blood was rushing to them. Just as Woosung realized he wanted to stare at her some more, her eyelids lifted gently. Looking at his lips, she stretched forward, laying a peck on his dimpled smile before breathing out and sucking his lower lip into her mouth.

His growl was inhuman once he felt the warmth of her mouth on his tender skin. His hand went to the back of her head, pulling her closer while his other palm landed against the small of her back, her legs open so he could slot his hips between them, his pelvis meeting hers eagerly.

“Dammit. You’re beautiful,” he moaned, his mouth tracing her jaw. His mind raced at the thought all the sinful things he could do to his little eager mate.

She nodded and stretched her neck for him, offering him her throat. He bit instantly -- without breaking the skin this time, not even giving her time to think about it, causing her to moan and press her crotch against anything that could dull the edge of pleasure.

His hands went from her waist to the backs of her thighs, squeezing firmly, "Jump,"

"What?"

"Jump!" Iseul barely had her feet off the ground before his large hands held her fast against him, her legs wrapping around his torso. Then his knees were in the ground, using his core strength to lay her down under the tree canopy. He hissed when his muscles released.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, ready to fuss over him.

He shook his head curtly, “Listen, I don’t care about how far we go, okay? We can take this as slow as you want, we don't even --”

“Let’s play it by ear, mh?” she cooed, cupping his cheek as he kneeled over her.

He nuzzled his cheek against her palm, “Let’s do that," and he went in for another kiss.

She was teasing his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, making him frown as he tried to chase after her, “You've always been like a kid chasing for a treat, haven't you?”

“Just kiss me, you tease!” Woosung chuckled as he grabbed her face, pushing his open mouth against hers, his tongue making its way between her teeth, against her palate, caressing hers lewdly, slippery flesh against slippery flesh.

Iseul's hips grounded against his naturally, his palms lowering to grab her ass and lead you through the motion.

His own hips shyly pushing into hers caused her blood to boil, her skin flushed as her body temperature skyrocketed, “Keep moving on me,” he huffed out, his right hand leaving her hip to tease the hem of her shirt, “Can I?” he asked, waiting at the threshold of the naked skin below.

“I can take it off if you’d like,” she whispered, kissing the side of his neck.

“God, yes,”

The shirt was gone in a second, leaving her flushed chest clad only in her bra.

His focus went to her breasts immediately, “Oh.”

Iseul smirked and laid her hand on his, leading it to her left mound, making his fingers grab onto it, “You can squeeze it,”

He nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in the soft material. She was glad her bra was a thin cotton piece; she could feel him closer, harder, better.

Woosung watched her expression as he started massaging the flesh, gripping it energetically and pulling whimpers from her lips. He stopped immediately, “Too hard?”

She shook her head and giggled, “No, it's perfect. It’s perfect when it hurts just a little— Just like that, uh…” her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered, “Just fine, Woosung. Damn perfect,”

He grinned, rutting his hips harder against her, “You like when it hurts?”

She hummed, too busy finding the perfect angle to meet his thrusts. “Kinda,”

Experimenting, he felt for her nipple pushing against the fabric before pinching it between thumb and forefinger, making her whimper even more. Her jaw fell slack before her back arched, her hand coming over her lips, a weak purr leaving her throat.

“Harder?” he asked, his free hand helping her grind against his thigh, gripping her asscheek, squeezing it, “Do you need it to hurt more? Better?”

She was far too gone to actually formulate sentences, no matter how small. The feel of his cock hardening, lengthening against her core was far too intense. She could feel it twitch and stretch, pressed against the zipper.

“Iseul,” he called for her attention.

She gave a small moan that meant both pleasure and acquiescence.

Deliberately, attentively, he pushed the cup of her bra down, studying the tender, thin skin of her breast while his lips pressed into her neck, leaving trails of kisses as he caressed her breasts, her hips, everywhere he could reach. He lolled his tongue out and managed to lick her nipple with the very tip of his tongue.

“Fuuuck, Woo, please, God… Just fuck me. I wanna cum. I— please. Make me feel good, Woo,”

He liked hearing her beg for him, he liked it way more than he ever thought he would. Somehow her pleas hit so much deeper within him. Maybe it was because she always looked so independent and self-sufficient, that feeling needed by her turned him on so wildly and inexplicably.

He nudged her left nipple with his lips, teasing it softly before sucking it into his mouth. The moan she emitted made his hips jut forward, a low grunt echoing in the air as he reckoned he needed to take his jeans off, still, having her warm torso against his was too much of a revelation for him to part from her hot skin.

Her hands buried into his hair as he swirled his tongue around her nipple before suckling on it lightly. Her body grew heavier at every movement trying to keep herself focused while his lips slid down her stomach to her aching core.

The wolf knew once he got this close to her beautiful heat there would be going back. Every day the taste of her would end up lingering on his tongue until he got to taste it again. This girl did things to him he could never explain to even her let alone anyone in the pack. Woosung was swift as he popped the buttons on her jeans, shoving her pants impatiently until he had her fully, vulnerable to him. His tongue moved up from her leaking hole to her throbbing clit. He couldn’t help but smile a little at how her whole body jerked at the new found pleasure.

Iseul felt how his tongue licked at one particular spot that jolted a surge up her pine, her body jerking. In seconds, she felt his lips wrap around the small nub, coaxing light moans to slip out of her while her fingers still tangled in his hair, “Woosung…”

His moan rattled vibrations against her core. With a slight pop, Woosung broke from his light snacking and bit into her thighs, a little treat just for him.

The smaller wolf giggled affectionately, caressing his head before he crawled over her. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched Woosung strip himself of his clothes until they were both now bare. Her lust blown, golden eyes stared down at his twitching, hard member before licking her lips.

“Spread your legs,” he only had to tap her knee gently for her to move her legs apart more than enough for him to sneak in between. Wrapping his fingers around his cock, he rubbed the reddened tip against her clit making, elated as her head fell back, “You want it, baby?”

Iseul nodded frantically.

“I can’t hear you," his tip poked at her slit. The little game tortured him as much it did her, but he wanted to hear her beg again.

“Yes, I want it...” she jerked her hips against his movements, gasping when the tip of his cock entered her slightly, “I want it so bad,"

She always knew how to touch that extra nerve in his body every all the time. It was almost magical how Iseul had so much control over him by being so perfectly submissive. Woosung pushed his cock into her snug little hole with soaked ease, her cunt flowing, making it all the more harder not to just pound her into oblivion. His hips moved slow, letting the sounds of watery sloshing ring in his ears. Arms pressed down the sides of her body, caging over his mate as he relished in her warm walls.

Iseul held onto his forearm as she watched her pussy getting stretched by his cock. The amount of times she dreamed of this happening was a little embarrassing. Now that it was happening, she had him snug inside of her felt so invigorating, she could giggle in glee.

Their foreheads pressed together softly as Woosung whispered, “Is this good?”

She nodded, gasping and moaning. “Yeah…”

The one word was all that needed to be uttered for him to quicken his pace a little, skin slapping against skin ever so slightly. Woosung shifted down to his elbows now as he caressed her cheek, nosing at the base of her neck near her previous bite. His tongue drifted over the dried blood.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, “I wanna' mark you again. Can I?”

“Please, Woo,” she begged, wrapping her arms around him,“Do it”

“Good girl,” He cooed.

When he opened his mouth and bit down — her voice echoed in a heavy cry, laced in pure lust and ecstasy. Woosung groaned, his knot sensitive as she clenched and pulsed around him. Her blood was sweet in his mouth as he broke the skin, pulling his canines out before licking over the wound to seal the punctures.

She now had matching marks, teeth punctures on either side of her neck.

And she fucking loved it.

“You're mine. You're all fucking mine,” he whispered breathlessly, still thrusting into her steadily.

“I'm yours,” she cupped his cheek, struggling to keep her gaze as the pleasure tickled her every nerve. “I always have been...”

Lips pressed against hers, tongue exploring everything he knew was willingly submitted to him tonight. Once the kiss broke the softness melted along with it as the beta pounded into her cunt. Arms back up, muscles popping out furiously before hooking one of her legs around his waist.

Her moaning became an uneven pattern melting into the sounds of their wet skin grinding and slapping against each other. As soon as Woosung leaned in closer, Iseul muffled a few of her whimpers into a heated kiss while her hand moved down to find that little nub, rubbing it to match with his thrusts. The tight ball in her lower belly exploded before she could even expect it, her legs trembling and a flurry of moans passing her lips.

Woosung felt her walls clench around him, already feeling the pressure around his cock push him closer to his orgasm. His thrusts grew a little more brutal, pawing at her hips and hammering into her while she gave him that beautiful, innocent smile to reassure him it was okay to keep going despite her sensitivity.

“Cum inside me…” she whimpered, her body literally shook with the force of his thrusts.

Her adorable whisper was all it took for the wolf to finally come undone, filling his mate up with his seed in sloppy and rough thrusts. Only until the last drop did he pull out slowly watching a little bit of his release dripping out of her.

“... That's it,” Iseul giggled, brushing his shaggy hair out from his eyes, "We're stuck together,"

Woosung's boyish grinned returned, his nose poking into the crook of her shoulder again as he collapsed on top of her. His scalding body was a surreal contrast to the cold, wet ground beneath her. All traces of the dominant wolf had vanished from his eyes, irises still flecked with gold as they adored her.

"You're mine," he cooed, laying a kiss over her pulse point, "You're so much more than just my mate, Iseul,"

"So are you," she awed, "I'm curious, though..."

"What about?" he asked.

She didn't want to ruin the mood they had, but she had to know, "... If we didn't mate tonight, would you have picked somebody else?"

Woosung gulped, not knowing how to tell her that he had eyes on her for the longest time, to the point that he rarely noticed the appearances of the other female betas. While he acknowledged their attractiveness, he also realized that many people were indeed "pretty." Nobody even came close to Iseul's beauty, “Probably not. None of them would taste as good as you,”

Iseul giggled, swatted at his bicep, “You didn't know what I tasted like until now.”

“No, but you smelled really fucking good,” he smiled, nudging her cheek with his nose, “I thought I lost you earlier… just for a second,”

Her head shook with dismay, "No one's gonna' mess with us, now. I’m yours now, remember?” she lay a small kiss on his chest.

Woosung caressed her cheek, not being able to help mimicking a little smile of his own, “You’re mine,"

[strawberheez]

so uuuh I started sketching my multiple bias as monsters/creatures/magic characters because it's spooky month y'know-

so we have Astro's MJ as a wizard, Stray Kids' Seungmin as a werewolf, TxT's Soobin as a mermaid, The Rose's Jaehyeong as a Zombie, The East Light's Junwook as a ghost and Day6's Youngpil as a demon & a vampire (ofc I had to add vampil because this wouldn't be okay if he wasn't here)

These are just sketches so idk if i could color them or anything but YES im proud of some of them (I don't like how the YoungK one turned out tbh)

[sleekervae]

Lost Between Those Walls Trees | Woosung x Reader

Masterlist

Part 1

A/N: It's been a year since I published my last Woosung piece, and considering how much I loved those two characters, I thought I'd give you a little sequel! Happy almost-Halloween!

Summary: A year ago, Woosung and Iseul, longtime best friends, were thrust into the frenzy of the blood moon, transforming their bond from friendship into something raw and powerful. Now, living together in a quiet apartment in downtown Seoul, they navigate the balance between their domestic life and the wild, untamed desire that still lingers between them. As the anniversary of their mating approaches, the tension between their human and wolf sides intensifies, drawing them back to the forest once again, reflecting on how far they’ve come since that fateful night.

Warnings: smut, public smut, almost getting caught, doing questionable things with trees, werewolf smut

⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.5k

The cool autumn air slipped through the cracked window of their downtown Seoul apartment, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something darker—something wild. Iseul sat curled on the couch, fingers wrapped around a warm tea mug, her eyes flicking lazily to the glowing skyline outside. The city thrummed with life, but there was a stillness in the air that made her skin prickle. The blood moon was rising in a few days, and with it came the familiar pull—something primal and ancient that neither she nor Woosung could ignore.

She felt it stirring beneath her skin, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she sipped her tea and settled deeper into the cushions, pretending not to notice Woosung as he paced near the window. He hadn’t stopped moving since he got out of the shower, his bare chest glistening faintly with droplets of water that hadn’t yet dried, his dark hair damp and tousled. There was an energy radiating off him, something restless and needy that he was trying—and failing—to keep in check.

“Are you going to sit there all night?” His voice was low, rough with frustration. He wasn’t asking about her plans. She knew what he really wanted. 

Iseul smirked into her mug, taking another slow sip. “What? You’re pacing like a caged animal,” she teased, her tone light, playful. “Nervous about something?”

Woosung’s eyes flashed, a hint of gold in the dim light, and he crossed the room in a few quick strides. “You know exactly what I’m nervous about.” His words came out as more of a growl than he intended, and he stood over her now, his presence like a shadow, all consuming.

Iseul finally looked up, meeting his gaze. “Oh, is that it?” She tilted her head, feigning innocence, the corners of her mouth curling into a subtle smile. “You’re always like this before the blood moon. Restless. Antsy. You should try to relax.” 

She watched him grit his teeth, his jaw tense as he stared down at her, eyes burning with barely concealed desire. His need was almost palpable, hanging in the air between them, but she wasn’t ready to give in—not yet.

“I’m not restless,” he muttered, though the lie was obvious in the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way his breathing had picked up, shallow and uneven. “I need you, Iseul.”

She raised an eyebrow, as if considering his words, but took another deliberate sip of her tea. “Hmm. You need me?” Her voice was teasing, light as if they were talking about something trivial. She leaned back against the cushions, looking utterly calm, completely unaffected. “That’s funny, I was just thinking of heading to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Woosung exhaled sharply, his frustration mounting. His patience was slipping, the full moon’s pull making it harder to keep his wolf at bay. He knelt in front of her, his knees pressing into the floor as he placed his hands on her thighs, leaning in close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him. His eyes bored into hers, dark with hunger.

“Stop teasing,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You know I can never hold out on these nights.”

Iseul looked down at him, her hand gently grazing the side of his face, her thumb brushing his jawline in a touch that was soft, almost tender—almost. “Oh, but it’s so much fun to watch you like this,” she whispered, her lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. “You get soooo needy…”

His grip on her thighs tightened, his breath coming faster as she toyed with him. “Iseul…” he warned, his voice strained, a growl rumbling beneath his words. He was on the edge, and she knew it. 

But instead of pulling him closer, she pulled her hand away and stood up, walking past him like nothing had happened. “Maybe a walk will help,” she said, as if they hadn’t just been on the verge of something much more. “The fresh air could do you some good.”

Woosung’s eyes followed her every move, his body tense with barely restrained need. For a moment, he just knelt there, watching her in disbelief. She was torturing him, playing with him like a cat with a mouse, and the worst part was, he liked it. He liked the way she kept him on edge, liked the way she made him feel out of control, even when all he wanted was to take her, claim her.

He pushed himself to his feet, his heart pounding as he watched her grab her coat. “Fine. A walk,” he said, though they both knew it wouldn’t end there. It never did.

The streets of Seoul were quieter than usual, the cool night air biting against their skin as they made their way through the back alleys. Iseul walked ahead of him, her steps light and graceful, but Woosung could sense the tension in her too—the way her breath came just a little faster, the way her body seemed to hum with anticipation. The blood moon was close, and it was stirring something deep inside both of them.

The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the pavement, and Woosung couldn’t stop himself from staring at Iseul’s back, watching the way her body moved, the way the cool breeze tugged at her auburn hair. He clenched his fists at his sides, trying to keep his control, but it was slipping fast. The primal urge to take her, to chase her down and claim her, was becoming unbearable.

Iseul glanced over her shoulder, catching his gaze, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re awfully quiet,” she remarked, her tone still playful. “Something on your mind?”

Woosung growled under his breath, his patience snapping. “You know exactly what’s on my mind.”

She smirked, turning to face him fully. “Do I? You’ve barely said a word all night.”

Woosung’s hands flexed at his sides, the wolf inside him stirring restlessly. “Stop playing games, Iseul.”

Her smile widened, and she took a slow step toward him, her movements deliberate, almost taunting. “Who says I’m playing?”

He reached for her then, grabbing her wrist, but his grip was gentle, despite the heat in his eyes. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding as he stared at her, waiting for her next move. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away—instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Do you want to run?” 

Woosung’s pulse quickened, his need for her mixing with the primal urge to chase, to hunt. His grip on her wrist loosened, and he let her go, stepping back as he felt the shift in the air between them. The game had begun.

Iseul’s eyes flashed with excitement, a challenge in her gaze as she took a step back, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Then catch me,” she breathed, before turning on her heel and darting into the shadows.

Woosung stood there for half a second, his chest rising and falling with deep, hungry breaths, before he bolted after her. The chase had begun, and this time, he wouldn’t let her go so easily.

The trees of Namsan Park blurred past him as Woosung chased after Iseul, his senses heightened by the thrill of the hunt. The moonlight bathed the park in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced around them as they weaved through the dense foliage. His instincts guided him as he followed her trail, each footfall bringing him closer to her, to the woman who ignited a fire within him like no other.

Iseul was swift and elusive, her laughter ringing through the night as she led him deeper into the heart of the park. Woosung felt a surge of exhilaration coursing through his veins, the familiar hunger building in the pit of his stomach, driving him to chase after her with a single-minded determination. The world around them fell away, leaving only the two of them in a primal dance of pursuit and evasion.

Branches whipped at his face as he pushed himself harder, his muscles burning with exertion. He could hear Iseul’s lilting laughter just ahead, a siren’s call that spurred him on. His blood sang with the thrill of the chase, with the primal need to claim what was rightfully his. The night air was alive with electricity, every sense attuned to the seductive game they played.

As they reached a clearing bathed in the silvery light of the moon, Woosung finally caught a glimpse of Iseul’s form as she darted behind a cluster of ancient trees. A feral grin twisted his lips as he closed in, his movements fluid and purposeful. She was his prey, his equal, his mate.

Iseul emerged from her hiding spot, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she met his gaze. There was a fierce beauty to her in that moment, a wildness that mirrored his own untamed nature. Without a word, she turned and ran once more, her silhouette disappearing into the night.

Woosung followed without hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest, the chase igniting a fire within him that only she could quench. The forest around them seemed to come alive with their pursuit, shadows dancing in the moonlight as they weaved through the ancient trees.

The thrill of the hunt consumed him, his senses sharpened to a keen edge as he closed the distance between them. The scent of pine and earth mingled in the air, adding to the heady rush that surged through his veins.

And then, as if guided by some unseen force, Iseul stumbled over a gnarled root hidden in the undergrowth. Woosung seized the opportunity, closing the gap between them in a matter of heartbeats. With a primal growl, he lunged forward and tackled her to the cool forest floor, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs.

The impact sent a shockwave of electricity through them, igniting a raw, primal energy that crackled between their entwined forms. Iseul let out a gasp as she found herself pinned beneath Woosung, his intense gaze locking with hers in a potent mixture of desire and triumph.

A smirk played on Woosung's lips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin. "Looks like I caught you," he murmured, his voice low and husky with a hint of satisfaction.

Iseul's eyes danced with a mix of challenge and something deeper, something unspoken that pulsed between them like an invisible thread pulling them closer. She brought her hands up to frame his face, the touch sending a shiver down his spine.

She muttered, "That doesn't count," as she tried to catch her breath, "I tripped!"

He retorted with a smirk, "Who cares?"

With a teasing edge to her voice, she whispered, "And what will you do now that you've caught me?" 

Without a word, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, a clash of heat and Woosung’s lips pressed against hers, hungrily devouring her mouth in a kiss that was both desperate and delicate. His tongue darted out, tasting her lips before slipping inside her mouth to explore, seeking out every hidden crevice. He groaned low in his throat as he felt her respond, their tongues tangling in a dance of passion.

Iseul wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched into him. Her fingers raked through his hair, urging him on, while her other hand traveled down his back, tracing the lines of his spine. A soft moan escaped her throat as she gave into the heat between them, surrendering to the primal pull that drew them together.

Their bodies moved together in sync, igniting a fire that blazed through the forest clearing. The rustle of leaves and snapping twigs echoed around them as they lost themselves in the moment, their hearts beating in unison beneath the blood-red moonlight. Every sound seemed amplified by their need for each other, every movement heightened by the thrill of the chase.

As they broke apart for air, Woosung gazed down at Iseul with intense eyes filled with longing. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pressed himself deeper into her body, aligning their hips. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe before trailing soft kisses along her jawline.

She gasped at the sensation, arching her neck to give him better access as she ran her nails lightly up and down his back. "Mmm... that's my job." She laughed softly against his skin before pulling away slightly to look up at him once more with a playful gaze.

But their moment of intimacy was cut short by the piercing sound of a flashlight beaming through the trees, followed by the authoritative voice of a park guard. "Hey! What do you think you're doing in here? This park is closed!"

Woosung and Iseul scrambled to their feet, heartbeats racing as they exchanged panicked glances. With adrenaline pumping through their veins, they took off into the woods, weaving between the ancient trees as they searched for a place to hide. The sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth echoed behind them, the beam of the guard's flashlight cutting through the darkness like a predator searching for its prey.

As they darted deeper into the forest, the air around them grew thick with anxiety and the scent of damp earth. Iseul's breath came in short, desperate gasps, the chill of fear mingling with the heat of their earlier encounter. Woosung's eyes flashed warningly from side to side, his focus entirely on finding shelter that could protect them both from the guard's wrath.

The trees seemed to close in around them, their dark silhouettes looming like ominous protectors. As they pushed deeper into the dense foliage, the world around them seemed to change - the familiar chirps of nocturnal creatures gave way to an eerie silence that draped over the woods like a heavy shroud. The once-bright moonlight faded into obscurity, leaving them in a dim twilight that cast deep shadows and played tricks with their eyes.

Finally, Woosung slowed his pace, scanning the terrain for a place where they could take cover. His gaze settled on an old hollow tree, its gnarled branches reaching 

out like welcoming arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked finally. 

Iseul nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. She clutched his hand tightly, her eyes wide with fear and adrenaline. "I'm... I'm okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as they crouched behind the ancient tree, “I don’t ever remember security at this time of night!”

“They probably increased it during the moon phases,” Woosung noted, tossing a playful glare her way, “In case some freaks come out to cause trouble.” 

Iseul stifled a nervous giggle at his jest, the tension of their situation momentarily forgotten in the comfort of their banter. “Well, they caught the two biggest freaks of all,” she teased, squeezing his hand before peering around the tree to check if they were being pursued.

Woosung's lips quirked into a half-smile at her words, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes despite the seriousness of their predicament. “Speak for yourself,” he replied with a mock scowl, “I was just trying to catch my dinner.”

Iseul laughed softly, the sound mixing with the rustle of leaves in the night air. “Oh, so I'm your dinner now?” she quipped, nudging him playfully. 

“Mmhm,” Woosung grinned back, his tone light but his gaze holding the same intensity as before, “My favorite meal,”

Her laughter bounced off the trees, adding to the haunting melody of the forest at night. Woosung couldn't help but smile, his canines visible in the dim light as his eyes drank in her features.

Iseul and Woosung quickly stuffed themselves into the hollow, their bodies pressed close together in the darkness. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, she looked up into his eyes, her heart still racing. "We should probably stay here for a while," she suggested.

Woosung nodded, his gaze flickering over the darkened foliage around them. "Agreed."

The ancient tree trunk seemed to envelop them, its rough bark scratchy against their skin. The smell of wet earth and moss filled their nostrils as they huddled close, trying to mask their warmth with the cold night air. Their hearts thumped wildly in sync, adrenaline still pulsing through their veins like a drumbeat.

He placed an arm around her gently, pulling her closer as he closed his eyes in relief. "This okay?" he asked softly against her curls.

Her hand slid up his chest before resting on his cheek and she turned to face him fully, their breaths mingling as they stared deeply into each other's eyes. "I’m more then okay," she whispered back with a faint smile that trembled on her lips.

He leaned forward and captured her mouth in another fiery tango that sent sparks flying down their spines. Their hearts pounded against each other's chests and the familiar scent of each other mingled in a heady aroma, driving them wild. Her fingers traced patterns on his back as he moaned into the kiss, hungry for more. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer still as she arched into him like a cat in heat.

Their tongues wrestled with each other, tasting and teasing until they were both panting for air. He pulled away slowly, his eyes studying hers as if looking for answers to unasked questions. "I could chase you forever," he whispered hoarsely, his breath ghosting over her neck.

She shivered not from the cold, but from the heat of his words and the promise they held. "And I would let you," she breathed back, her voice soft and husky with desire.

He grinned against her skin, feeling the rapid beat of her heart matching his own. "Would you let me win?" he asked playfully, nibbling lightly on her earlobe before whispering into it.

"Maybe sometimes," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of their pounding hearts.

He didn't waste any time; his lips trailed down her neck, savoring its graceful curves and the salty tang of her skin. Iseul let out a small moan as his mouth got closer to her pulse point, the very spot where he first marked her a year ago, and her body tingled with excitement. Woosung smiled against her skin, feeling the surge of power that came with desire.

His hands traveled south, tracing the outline of her hips through her jeans before slowly making their way back up again. Iseul trembled under his touch, her breath hitching in her throat as he played with the fabric of her shirt. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet at the same time, she was filled with an excitement she found only he could provide her.

Woosung's fingers finally reached the sensitive skin beneath her collarbone and she gasped at the sensation. His fingers traced circles over her chest through her thin shirt and he could feel her heartbeat pounding against his touch. He could also feel the rapid flutter of her heart against his chest, a testament to her desire for him. His eyes met hers and he saw the truth in her gaze - she wanted him, needed him, and he was more than happy to oblige.

With a soft growl, Woosung's hands grabbed the sides of her jeans and began to rub between her legs, the denim providing just enough friction to make her knees weak. Iseul moaned softly into his mouth, her body arching into his touch. He smiled against her lips, savoring the feel of her body responding to his touch.

"Iseul," he whispered hoarsely, struggling to keep his voice steady as he pushed against her jeans. "Do you want this? Do you want me?"

She moaned again, her eyes fluttering shut as she nodded against his mouth. "I always want you," she breathed, her voice thick with lust and longing.

Woosung's heart swelled with happiness at her confession, and he pulled back slightly to look into her eyes. "Good," he said earnestly, his eyes searching for any hesitation or doubt in hers. Finding none, he leaned in and captured her lips once more, this time with a fierceness that left no room for uncertainty.

His hands moved with purpose, undoing the buttons on her jeans, revealing the smooth skin beneath. Iseul trembled as his fingers traced lower, teasing her body with a promise of pleasure to come. Her breath hitched, her moans muffled by Woosung's mouth as he moved against her, his body speaking the language of desire that words could not express.

As Woosung felt the warmth of Iseul's skin against his fingers, he knew that this was what he wanted more of. Woosung's fingers danced teasingly across Iseul's damp folds, eliciting a shuddering gasp from her lips. He traced slow circles around her swollen clit, savoring the way her body quivered beneath his touch. She writhed against him, desperate for more, her nails raking through his hair and down his back, leaving red trails in their wake.

He could feel the tension building in her, her muscles coiling like a spring as she arched her hips into his hand. Woosung pressed harder, rubbing his thumb in firm, steady strokes over her sensitive bundle of nerves. Iseul cried out, her fingernails digging into the rough bark of the tree behind her. Her back scraped against the jagged surface, but she barely noticed, lost in the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

Woosung's own desire was building, his cock straining against his pants as he watched Iseul come apart before him. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as his fingers continued their relentless assault. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as her body shook with the force of her orgasm.

His warm breath tickled Iseul's ear as he whispered, "You have to be quiet, or the guard will hear us." His fingers continued their torturous teasing of her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

Iseul bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body writhing beneath him. She could feel the slick wetness between her thighs, her arousal building with each passing second.

Woosung's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her, his own breathing becoming more ragged. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.

Iseul's hands roamed over his toned chest and abs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh, and she ached for him to be inside her.

Woosung's fingers continued their relentless teasing, circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Iseul's hips bucked against his hand, her body begging for release.

With a low growl, Woosung slid two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Iseul's body shuddered with pleasure, and she let out a low moan that was quickly muffled by Woosung's mouth.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, his thumb still working her clit. Iseul could feel the pressure building inside of her, her orgasm approaching rapidly.

With a final flick of his thumb, Woosung sent her over the edge. Iseul's body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles tightening around his fingers. She let out a muffled scream as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Woosung felt her climax finally subside and watched as Iseul's breathing returned to normal. He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, savoring the sight of her glistening wetness. He could feel his own desire threatening to explode at any moment, but he knew they needed to be careful.

“Was it good?” he asked.

Iseul nodded, her eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction. She tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse from her orgasm. Woosung wouldn’t take her silence for an answer.

With a mischievous grin, Woosung leaned in closer, his breath hot against Iseul’s ear. He wasn’t finished with her—not yet. Her body still trembled from the intensity of her climax, but Woosung wasn’t about to let her silence slip by without a response. She had nowhere to go, pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree.

"Was it good, Iseul ?" he asked again, his voice low and teasing. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, savoring the way she still struggled to catch her breath, her legs shaky, her eyes heavy with lust.

Iseul’s lips parted, but no words came out, only a shallow gasp as her chest heaved, still recovering from the aftermath of pleasure.

“Oh, no, no,” Woosung purred, his tone playful, though there was a dangerous edge to it. “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

Before she could react, his hands were on her again—but this time, they weren’t rough or teasing in the same way. His fingers skittered over her ribs, light and quick. Iseul’s eyes widened, and she squirmed, trapped between his solid body and the tree at her back. She tried to wriggle free, but it was no use—Woosung knew all her weak spots, and he had no intention of letting her escape.

“W-Woosung!” she gasped, laughter bubbling out of her involuntarily as his fingers found her most ticklish spots. “S-stop!”

But he didn’t stop—if anything, her pleas only encouraged him. His hands moved deftly, fingers dancing over her sides, under her arms, making her squirm and laugh uncontrollably.

“Answer me,” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Or I’ll keep going.”

Iseul bit her lip, trying to stifle the laughter that spilled out of her, but it was no use. Her body betrayed her, shaking with giggles as she wriggled helplessly beneath his touch. Woosung’s nearness, his scent, the warmth of his body, and the rough bark scraping against her wriggling body—it was all too much, and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing even as she panted from her earlier release.

“W-Woosung, please!” she managed between breaths, her voice breathless with both laughter and lingering desire.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers never letting up. “Please what? You know how to make me stop.”

Her face flushed as the tickling finally overwhelmed her. She was completely at his mercy, her body twitching under his relentless touch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of playful torture, she gasped, “Yes! It was good! It was amazing, okay?!”

Woosung’s hands stilled, resting lightly on her waist as he leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He stepped closer again, pressing her firmly against the tree, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with satisfaction.

Woosung’s hands stilled, resting lightly on her waist as he leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He stepped closer again, pressing her firmly against the tree, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool night air.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with satisfaction. But even as Iseul tried to catch her breath, Woosung’s gaze darkened, filled with an insatiable hunger. His hands, rough with need, tugged at the hem of her shirt, and without hesitation, he ripped the fabric in half, exposing her bare skin to the night air.

The tearing sound echoed in the quiet woods, and Iseul gasped, her body instantly aware of the cool breeze against her heated skin. Woosung's eyes flashed with raw desire as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to the newly exposed flesh, trailing kisses from her collarbone to her shoulder, his hands roaming possessively over every inch of her.

Iseul shivered beneath his touch, trapped between him and the tree, her breath catching in her throat. There was no escape, no way to resist him—not that she wanted to.

Iseul’s laughter faded into soft, ragged breaths, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing. She tried to glare at him, but the look in her eyes was far more playful than angry.

“You’re a menace,” she whispered, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Woosung grinned down at her, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “You love it,” he replied, his voice soft but filled with a certain confidence. He pressed his forehead against hers, their breath mingling as the world around them seemed to still for just a moment.

It was the thrill of being caught that made it all the more exciting for him. He had always been drawn to the danger of getting caught doing something wrong, and this was no different. The fear of being discovered only heightened his arousal, making every touch, every caress, even more intense.

As Iseul caught her breath, Woosung took a step back and unzipped his jeans. His cock stood at attention. Iseul's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her heart racing once again. But this time, it wasn't with fear or embarrassment, but with a thrilling sense of excitement that coursed through her entire being.

Woosung's eyes locked onto hers, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he slowly stroked himself. His movements were deliberate, drawing out the anticipation between them. Iseul's breath hitched as she watched him, her body responding to the raw tension in the air. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and it was like a lightning bolt straight to her core.

"Turn around," Woosung commanded softly, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. His eyes never left hers as he continued to stroke himself, coaxing himself closer and closer to release. Iseul's heart pounded in her chest as she took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of his gaze on her. She slowly turned around, her eyes never leaving his. Her curiosity about what came next was dwarfed by the anticipation coursing through her veins.

She could feel the rough bark against her skin, and the contrast between it and Woosung's body was almost too much to bear. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to stroke himself, his breath hitching slightly with each pass. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the night air, but it was almost drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears.

"Touch yourself," Woosung instructed, his voice barely above a whisper. His command sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core, and Iseul's hand trembled slightly as she reached down to cup herself.

She felt the dampness of her thighs already, and as her fingers grazed her folds, she could feel the wetness seeping through. Her arousal was palpable, and the thought of being here with Woosung only fueled the fire within her.

Woosung's eyes never left hers as his hand sped up, his breath now coming in short gasps. "Rub yourself against the tree," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own breaths.

Iseul's heart pounded in her chest as she followed his instructions. The rough bark of the tree felt contrasting to the slickness between her legs as she pressed herself against it, feeling the intensity build within her. Woosung's eyes bore into hers, as if he could see every single pulse of pleasure surging through her body.

"That's it," he whispered, his hand now a blur as he stroked himself frenziedly. "Just like that."

Iseul could feel the raw hunger in Woosung's eyes, and it only served to heighten her own desire. Her movements grew more urgent, her skin prickling with sensitivity as she rubbed herself against the tree. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, as if they were suspended in time, completely engrossed in this taboo act.

As Woosung's breaths grew more labored, he reached out and grabbed Iseul's wrist, pulling her hand away from her heated core. His thumb brushed against the wetness on her fingers, savoring the evidence of her arousal. "I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you want that too?"

Iseul didn’t have to answer, the desire in her eyes was enough to speak volumes. Woosung took a step closer to her, his body pressing against hers, and she could feel the stiffness of his erection against her butt.

"I want you so much," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his touch against her skin.

Woosung pushed Iseul harder against the bark, her clit scraping deliciously across the rough surface. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to grind into her from behind. The sensation was overwhelming - raw, primal, and undeniably carnal.

"That's it," Woosung growled, his hands gripping onto Iseul's hips as he thrust into her. His heart pounded in his chest, matching the rhythm of their bodies, and he felt a wave of euphoria course through him as he felt Iseul's flesh against his own. The tree groaned softly beneath them, almost as if it were sharing in their pleasure.

Iseul's breaths came out in short gasps, each one lingering on the edge of a scream. Woosung's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer, as the frenzied rhythm of their bodies grew more urgent. The tree bark scraped against Iseul's clit with every thrust, each sensation heightening her arousal.

As they continued, Woosung's breathing grew ragged, and he felt the familiar tightness building within him. He knew it wouldn't be long before he reached the peak of his desire. Iseul's breaths became shallower and faster, matching his own, as if they were both racing towards the same climax.

"Iseul," Woosung breathed, almost in a trance-like state. "I can feel it."

Iseul didn't respond, her eyes screwed shut, but she could feel it too - the explosive energy that was barreling towards them like a freight train. She clenched her teeth, the tree bark grinding harder against her clit with each movement. The intensity was overwhelming, but the thought of sharing this moment with Woosung only made it more exhilarating.

Woosung's breaths were erratic now, his body tensing as he thrust deeper into Iseul. The rhythm of their bodies was like a wild drumbeat, driving them closer to the edge. The air crackled with electricity, and Iseul could feel her whole body trembling, unable to control her reactions to this forbidden act.

As it all crested and peaked, their bodies convulsed in unison, the flood of pleasure washing over them like a tidal wave. Woosung's breaths became ragged, his moans muffled against Iseul's shoulder. Her skin prickled with sensitivity and she trembled against him.

The tree, in response to their carnal frenzy, creaked and groaned beneath them, as if wanting to be a part of their ecstasy. The rough bark against their skin seemed to intensify the sensations they felt, wrapping them in a web of pleasure and passion.

As Woosung's climax hit, he thrust one last time, so deep inside Iseul that she could feel his heart beating in sync with her own. His release was explosive, and the sensation sent Iseul over the edge as well. She cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering uncontrollably.

For what seemed like an eternity, they remained entwined, catching their breaths and reveling in the afterglow of their shared climax. Their bodies trembled as they came down from the high, the sound of their ragged breathing and heartbeats filling the cool night air—a symphony of their passion and the bond they shared.

Woosung’s forehead rested against Iseul’s, their breaths mingling as the world around them stilled. Slowly, he withdrew from her, causing Iseul to gasp softly at the sudden emptiness. But the feeling of loss was fleeting, replaced by the warmth of the moment still lingering between them. She glanced down at their intertwined hands, still locked together, and smiled softly.

“A year,” Woosung murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was rough, tinged with satisfaction but also something deeper—something tender. “Can you believe it?”

Iseul smiled, her lips curling up in that knowing way she reserved just for him. “Since the blood moon,” she whispered, recalling the night everything had changed between them. “Since you claimed me.”

Woosung chuckled, his fingers tightening around hers. “Claimed you? You make it sound so easy.” His voice was warm, layered with affection. “You didn’t make it easy at all. I wasn’t even sure we’d make it past being… friends.”

Iseul’s smirk deepened as she leaned back against the tree, her body relaxing against his. “Best friends,” she corrected softly. “You were my best friend, Woosung. For years.”

They both fell silent, lost in the memory of that wild night under the blood moon—the night their bond shifted from friendship to something primal and unbreakable. Woosung had been hunting, Iseul running, their instincts warring with the feelings they had denied for so long. When he had finally claimed her, it wasn’t just as his mate, but as someone who had always been his closest companion.

“Looking back,” Woosung murmured, his voice thoughtful, “I think we were always headed for this. The blood moon didn’t change us—it just made us stop pretending.”

Iseul’s eyes softened as she nodded. “Yeah. I guess I just didn’t know how much I needed you until that night. You were my best friend, but you’ve become so much more.”

Woosung’s fingers traced the inside of her wrist, his touch gentle. “We’ve come a long way, huh? From that night to this one.”

Iseul leaned in closer, her smile deepening as she looked up at him. “We have,” she pressed her forehead against his chest, her heart swelling with the weight of it all. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered.

Woosung’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing lightly over her hand. “Neither would I. No matter what happens—blood moon or not—you’re mine. And I’m yours. And we’ll always have that.”

The primal pull of the blood moon had drawn them together that night a year ago, but what kept them together was far more than instinct. It was the years of friendship, the deep connection they’d built long before the night their wolves had claimed each other. They had always been meant for this—mates, best friends, partners for life.

As the cool night air wrapped around them and the distant hum of the city thrummed in the background, they stood together, still holding on tightly to one another. The blood moon may have sealed their bond, but their love had been there long before.

“Happy anniversary, Woosung,” Iseul whispered, her voice warm and full of affection.

Woosung smiled, his eyes shining down at her. “Happy anniversary, Iseul.”

They kissed again, soft and lingering, as the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a silvery glow over their entwined forms. For them, this was more than just the marking of time—it was a reminder of how far they’d come, together.