Hi Hi Hi, I Just Wanted To Say How Much I Looooove Your Hogwarts Au! I Always Thought Mari TOTALLY Belonged

…hoseok?

I’m Jin towards this

me: im sorry i cant go my schedule is full of crying over bangtan

> LH // paramore - brighter 

2d vs 3d version.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!

Care (Jungkook x Reader)

Drunk truth or dare is hardly ever a good idea.

Request: Jungkook: “Well shit, i didn’t think he’d actually DO it”

fluff + comedy, 1.9k words, jungkook/reader, normalverse

You decide that maybe, just maybe, letting your dumb friends (and boyfriend) start the game of drunk truth-or-dare before you got there was not a very good idea. But it’s too late now—you can only look on helplessly in horror as Hoseok rolls down the driveway in a sleeping bag, yelling “I’M A BURRITO, THE KIND THAT YOU EAT-O” at the top of his lungs whilst Jimin and Jungkook laugh themselves into tears from the sidelines.

“Hoseok, no—” you shout. Being the only sober person within three hundred feet, you’re the only one who sees where Hoseok is, inevitably, going to end up.

“I’M A BURRITO, THE KIND THAT YOU EAT-O, WHOOOOOO—“

Even with the benefit of foresight, you cringe when he rolls off the driveway and into the nearby ditch. The sleeping-bag-burrito lets out a shriek of surprise as it disappears down the slope.

There’s a moment of silence as Jungkook and Jimin’s drunken brains take a couple seconds to process what just happened, and then they just laugh harder. You rush down to help Hoseok. He’s valiantly struggling to untangle himself from the sleeping bag and mostly, kind of pitifully, failing. You tug at the bag, then at Hoseok, then on the bag again, but it’s incredibly hard because Hoseok is kind of heavy and also he won’t stop flailing around.

Frustrated, you turn to the two boys still doubled over on the driveway. “Guys, help,” you say, sharply. Jungkook and Jimin stop laughing, for the most part. And then Jungkook screams, rather ecstatically, and hurtles towards you.

“OH MY GOD, ________,” he cries, wrapping himself around you like a really devoted octopus. “YOU’RE FINALLY HERE.”

“Jungkook, I’ve been here for the last five minutes,” you growl, trying to get your boyfriend off of you; it’s difficult trying to maneuver around and save a dying burrito/Hoseok with something latching onto you like an octopus.

“Hey, _________,” Jimin says from up the slope, dragging out the “y” in “hey.” His face is red and he’s swaying in place.

“Hi, hello,” you say, dismissively, too busy pulling at both Jungkook and Hoseok at the same time.

“Oh man so you saw Hoseo—I mean the burrito rolling down?” Jungkook asks, excitedly, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as Hoseok grunts indignantly by your feet.

“Yes, I did, what the fuck,” you say incredulously. “Whose idea was that, anyway?”

“Jungkook’s,” Jimin answers without hesitation, like a tattling five year old.

You give Jungkook a judgmental side eye.

“Well shit, okay, I didn’t think he’d actually do it,” he whines defensively.

“Of course he would, he’s fucking drunk off his ass. Like the rest of you,” you say, finally wrestling Jungkook off of you. He pouts. “And Jimin, down, now.”

When Jimin finally stumbles down into the ditch to join you, and Jungkook is convinced to stop pouting and actually help, you finally understand just how wasted they are. They can’t seem to control their fingers; they keep fumbling with the bag and Hoseok keeps giggling, which doesn’t help at all.  After a good ten minutes of trying to drag Hoseok up the slope, they just lie down on the ground. “No,” Hoseok eventually slurs dramatically, his arm nearly whacking you across the face. “Leave me here, I’m a dying man. You can still save yourself, _________.” He continues to flop around.

“Hoseok, how much did you even drink in a half an hour,” you groan, still futilely tugging at him. He’s managed to knot the bag around himself in four different places.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says cheerfully. He’s on his stomach now. With what you consider infinite patience, you finally manage to free a corner of the sleeping bag from where it’s wedged under his arm.

Jungkook giggles loudly from where he’s lying down, completely useless. “If we leave the burrito in the ditch, then we’d be…” he pauses for dramatic effect, “ditch-ing him!”

A moment of silence—and then hysterical, drunken laughter from all three of the boys.

“Oh my God,” you say, and then with one forceful heave you finally liberate Hoseok from the damp, frankly disgusting sleeping bag. You start to drag him towards the house, with him giggling to himself all the while. “Jimin, can you get the sleeping bag?” you call over your shoulder, and then you actually look to see what he’s doing and—

“No, no, don’t—oh my god,” you say, for the second time, and you drop Hoseok—he grunts in pain—on the ground to rush over to Jimin, who is ignoring you and wraps himself in the sleeping bag exactly like Hoseok did.

“Jimin, no, put the bag down and take it inside,” you order.

“Nope,” he says, a childish glint in his eye. “I’m not Jimin anymore, I’m a burrito.”

“Jimin, what the fu—”

“And he’s about to get JALAPEÑO BUSINESS!” Jungkook shouts from the distance, much too enthusiastically. He still hasn’t gotten up.

“Jungkook, I love you and all,” you say, running a hand through your hair, “but get inside the damn house now, okay, both of you, before I kill you all.”

Amazingly, they listen. Jimin hops back inside with the sleeping bag tightly wrapped around him, humming what sounds suspiciously like the Burrito song from Good Mythical Morning. Jungkook stops and stares at Hoseok lying flat on the ground—you hold your breath, because you really don’t want to drag Hoseok back into the house—and then, because karma is finally smiling upon you or some shit, Jungkook shrugs, picks up Hoseok’s feet, and starts pulling him across the grass.

You finally let out a breath. No more alcohol for them, you decide. Or at least for now.

//

As soon as everyone is inside, you immediately turn your attention to Hoseok. The boy sustained a minor injury but luckily remained intact—for the most part.

“I’m going to die,” Hoseok moans, clutching his arm dramatically. “My arm feels like it’s been slashed off.”

“Hoseok, chill,” you say, grabbing the first aid kit. “It’s a tiny scrape. It’s literally smaller than a paper cut.”

“________,” Jungkook whines, attaching himself to you from behind. “Why aren’t you paying any attention to me?”

“Because, as the only sober and sane person in this house, it is my duty to take care of you idiots,” you reply, rubbing an alcohol wipe over Hoseok’s cut.

He shrieks in pain. “YOU’RE PUTTING ACID ON IT,” he accuses, but you pin him down and forcefully re-apply the wipe.

“No, I’m putting alcohol on it to clean out the bacteria and dirt,” you say, firmly. Hoseok relaxes a little under you, but still continues to squirm. Quickly, you throw the alcohol wipe to the side, slapping a band aid over the cut before he can try to do anything else.

“I’m your boyfriend, though,” Jungkook says, kissing your neck but mostly missing. He gets a mouthful of your hair instead and starts spluttering.

“Yes, but also I need to tend to my injured friend,” you reply, checking Hoseok for any more cuts. Incredibly, the boy has calmed down and—oh, wow, he’s out cold.

“Where’s Jimin?” you ask, turning around in Jungkook’s arms.

He frowns. “Why are you asking about Jimin now?”

“Because I need to make sure he’s not dead or doing something crazy, both of which are completely plausible right now,” you reply, poking at his chest. “Now, tell me, where is Jimin?”

Jungkook keeps pouting, shakes his head. “I’m not telling you until you kiss me.”

Groaning, because you are not up for this shit, you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Okay, fine,” you say, leaning up to plant a firm kiss on his mouth. Jungkook kisses you back, eager, but before he has the chance to deepen it Hoseok snores, loudly. Both of you jump. For a second you wonder if an elephant wandered into the room.

Jungkook turns back to you and leans in to kiss you again, but you stop him with a hand to the face.

“Now, tell me, where’s Jimin?”

“I’m not telling you yet,” he says, childishly, his words muffled against the hand you’ve got splayed across his face.

“Bu—”

“I want another one.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Jeon Jungkook, I swear to god, if you don’t tell me where Park Jimin is I will go and find him myself.” You wrestle out of his grasp to prove your point.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the sudden realization that wow, you’re capable of moving on your own. Drunk Jungkook is not necessarily smart Jungkook, you conclude.

“Okay okay fine,” he says, managing to get a hold of your sleeve. He tugs at it insistently, as if begging you to return to his arms. “He’s passed out in the bathroom, I think.”

“Oh thank God,” you mutter. Then you reconsider. “Oh, shit, wait—“

Before you can move away, Jungkook reaches for you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. “Stay? Please?” He looks at you, pleading. It’s already hard enough to refuse Jungkook as is—he’s your goddamn boyfriend, after all—and the fact that he’s deliberately trying to guilt you into staying with him with those puppy eyes and everything is making it all too difficult. When his eyes start welling up—the boy can cry on cue and he uses it to great effect—you sigh. “Okay, okay, fine—” you start.

“Yay,” Jungkook says, instantly cheered. He pulls you into his arms, nuzzling into you as he collapses backwards onto the sofa.

“After I check on Jimin so he doesn’t choke on his vomit,” you finish. He snuggles you closer, apparently ignoring your struggling. “Jungkook, I can’t fucking breathe,” you say, muffled, slapping at his arm; it’s pressing your face into his chest. “Let me up, I gotta check on Jimin.”

“Oh, fine,” he says, and lets go.

It’s a short trek down the hall. You head to the bathroom and do, actually, find Jimin passed out on the floor, with vomit sloppily cleaned up in at least three different places; you do your best not to gag, wipe Jimin’s mouth, and drag him to his room. It’s not easy, but you manage to pull him onto his bed—kind of—where he turns over and sighs and settles back in to sleep.

The living room is dark when you get back—Jungkook must have turned out the lights—and you make your way to the couch and collapse against Jungkook. He hums happily. “________?”

“Hmm?”

“You know I love you right? Lots and lots,” he says.

You twist around in his arms so you can look into his eyes directly; Jungkook stares back at you, a stupid grin on his face, but his eyes are full of love and affection, apparently magnified by his drunken haze. Satisfied, you smile back at him.

“Yeah.” You sigh, wriggle into a comfortable position against his chest. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

He makes a noise of agreement as he launches into an onslaught of kisses, most aimed at your neck and your cheeks. Or at least you think he’s aiming for them. You have to close an eye before he kisses your damn eyeball by accident. “But you’re still an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot,” he replies, cheekily. You can only roll your eyes and give him a playful slap because wow, leave it up to Jeon Jungkook and his drunk self to come up with the cheesiest, most overused line out there.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate it, though.

“Unfortunately, you are.”

a/n: wooo i dont know what to name this fic ahhah! @clairemurdcks and i decided on the burrito thing from this reddit thread. also, here’s the link to the burrito song jimin was humming if anyone wanted to actually listen to it.

Hiraeth: Chapter 1

JUNGKOOK X READER wolf!AU

Words: 3693

“Here’s your green tea with banana chocolate chip cookies and muesli bars! Enjoy your meal, ma’am!”

You looked up from the book in your hands to see a young girl smiling brightly at you, her grin spreading from one ear to the other. A bit too sweet, a little too false. You realised that the thought was oxymoronically absurd but you knew it wasn’t without reason.

You thanked the girl and gave her a small smile before turning back to the book in your hand and continuing to read.

You had wandered amidst humans for a long time now, 505 years to be exact, and while it had been difficult, you had learnt to adapt. It was strange, the world of humans, no doubt. Ever since you had known the species, which would be since the time you had ruled over them to now, they had been greedy. However, just like the species itself, the way to express that greed had evolved as well.

Back in the days, when humans had not explored the idea of shared power and the world was aware of the existence of creatures that were unlike humans, greed manifested itself in their minds in the form of blind ambition for power, which in those times meant the throne. You knew this because, you had been alive in that time and more so, you had been a princess.

A wolf princess.

You had had your fair share of human kings waging war on your kingdom to claim your stronghold, your people and your kind. None of them succeeded, of course. Humans driven by greed for power tended to overestimate themselves and they truly believed they could defeat your ‘kind’, as they referred to you, in battle. An unbelievably stupid estimate, if someone asked you.

However, you had long since realized that humans were not only driven by greed. They were driven by fear and…by love. Take the chirpy, overly sweet girl who had just served you. She was eager to please you and you knew by your experience in observation, her smile was so forced that it physically hurt her. So why did she do the job? Fear. Maybe she was poor, maybe she was in debt, maybe she was trying hard to make ends meet and survive.

Maybe it was love. Maybe she had a future to build, maybe she had a sick companion. You did not care to go into the details.

If there was, however, something you understood after centuries of cohabiting with humans, it was that if you wanted to survive in the world of humans and blend in, you would have learn the unique skill of acting. That was something humans were absolutely brilliant at.  

To be fair, you weren’t so bad yourself.

You had changed professions and countries so many times now that you did not care to remember all of them. You had done your adequate share of acting. In fact, you were currently in midst of exactly that. In this lifetime, in this disguise, you were a professor of Zoology, named Diana Moon.

You finished the last bit of your muesli bar and gathered your belongings, as you checked the time. 10:21 AM. You smiled a little to yourself as you left the café and quietly walked back towards the campus.

You would be lying if you said that you weren’t more eager than usual to deliver today’s lecture, because the topic of today’s lecture was more personal to you than anyone could imagine.

You opened the entrance to the lecture hall and walked to your desk. Taking the board marker, you turned around to write the topic for today’s lecture on the board. You let out a deep sigh as you finished writing across the white board.

Canis Dirus, the Dire Wolves.

Your brethren.

A lone hand was up in a sea of curious students attending a zoology class being taught by a very special professor, miss Diana Moon a.k.a you. To a passer-by it would seem to be a very normal day of teaching.

Nope.

This was the hand of a very ignoramus and moronic bully who went by the name ‘Rocky’. Now, after spending more than 500 hundred years trying to accommodate yourself with the humans, you would have liked to say that you were not the one to judge people, especially on the basis of names.

But seriously, Rocky? Even you could have come up with something better than that and you were ancient.

Anyway, coming back to the point, it was unlike you to get annoyed or even pay attention to this punk, knowing that the only reason he put his hand up in class was either in an attempt to sound sassy and cool in front of his classmates or to waste the class’s time for his entertainment. Now, in normal circumstances, this would have hardly mattered to you, since you were well aware that these kids cared less about gaining knowledge and more about getting a degree. You knew most of these kids were not here to learn something but rather to just comfortably spend some years in college, getting a degree that could help them get a job in the future, and that was okay. You were used to this routine and it did not affect you.

However, it did irk you when you were interrupted by a rude human kid when you were explaining to the class, the history of your kinsfolk.

You looked at Rocky with a blank expression and decided that for once, you would answer his query.

“Yes Mr. …” You slightly frowned as you tried to recall what the kid’s real name was but shrugged as you realized you had never bothered to find out his real name.“…Never mind. What is your query?”

Rocky sniggered, “What, Miss Moon? You can’t recall your own student’s name?”

“The matter of recalling your name would come up if I knew it in the first place. I don’t know your name at all.” You deadpanned, while the entire lecture hall seemed to have become a hall of laughter yoga. “Now, will you please share your query so that I can continue the lecture?”

“Y-Yes.” Rocky said through grit teeth, visibly humiliated by the little scene he had caused, but apparently he was still not discouraged to back out from announcing his downgrading comments about the topic in hopes to regain his lost honor. If anything, he seemed more fueled by anger now. Enough to forget that he was student speaking to his professor.

“It’s a fucking stupid topic that’s not going to help us in anyway in the real world.” He scoffed. “Dire wolves? Canis Dirus? The most powerful predators? Who cares? They’re dead anyway. Why do we need to study some stupid wolves who’re dead?”

Students around him gasped, some even openly gaping at the use of his language while others just shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

You, on the other hand, were casually leaning against your table, arms crossed and face entirely devoid of any expression. Your eyes, however, were flashing a dangerous red color, which did not go unnoticed. Rocky stiffened in his seat as he saw the change in your eyes. He looked around to see if anyone could see what he was seeing but as soon as he turned his head around towards his class, he let out a gasp of horror. It was like everyone was frozen, in midst of whatever they were doing. It was as though time -in that very moment- had stopped.

“Y-Yah, what’s wrong?” He asked the boy who was seated to his right, apparently frozen in midst of eating his lunch sneakily. “W-Why aren’t you moving?”

No response.

He turned towards your direction to see you standing in the exact same position that you had been the entire time; only you were doing it voluntarily. You were not frozen in time.

“P-P-Professor Moon, what’s happening? Do you see this? W-We’re going to die! Call for help!” He looked at you, visibly panicking.

“Be quiet.”

Rocky looked at you in disbelief. Could you not see what was happening? Or…were you the one doing it? Yes! That’s it! You and him were the only people who could move and he was obviously not the one causing this…so that left you.

“It’s you! You’re doing this, you hag! I-I’m gonna tell everyone.” Rocky flailed around.

“I said be quiet, child.”

Immediately, Rocky went rigid in his seat. It was as though his limbs had been held in place with invisible strings so strong, he would have to destroy every bone in his body to break even one of those wretched strings. He could only hear and process what was going on. He looked at you, completely terrified. He tried to say something, but not even a whimper came out. He had lost his voice.

You appraised the kid. He looked terrified out of his wits and his eyes were begging for mercy. That made you sad. You had not wished to do this and if you were to admit it, Rocky or any of the kids in this room were not worth the trouble of you using your divine powers. However, you could not forgive the words that had come out of his impertinent mouth. It had been a long time since you had let go of your family, perhaps many lifetimes, but the memory was as good as new to you.

The red in your eyes burned brighter.

“Listen to me carefully punk. I’m not going to harm you; you’re not worth it. However, I’ll have you know this. The legacy of my forbears is not easily forsaken. The next time you open that rotten mouth of yours, you’ll do well to remember my words because if you do not,” Your voice became dangerously low. “Those will be the last words you utter.”

Rocky closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to show he understood. As soon as he opened his eyes, everything was back to normal. The kids around him were looking at him weird as if he was the one doing bizarre and crazy things like freezing time. He immediately got up and frantically looked around the class, running from one seat to another and shaking his mates to confirm what he was seeing.

“Hey, kid. What do you think you’re doing in my class?”

Rocky froze. He slowly turned in your direction to find you leaning against the desk with a book in your hand, looking at him with an annoyed expression. As if…as if you hadn’t just threatened him, as if you hadn’t just stopped time, as if you hadn’t just called those stupid dire wolves your ancestors.

“You…you just stopped time.” He pointed at you, a maniacal expression on his face.

“Dude, sit down before you get all of us in trouble.” A kid called out behind him. But Rocky was not done. He had almost lost his life because of his zoology professor who flashes red eyes and makes time stop. He was not going to stop until he got an answer.

“Are you guys fucking blind?!” He screamed at his classmates and then pointed at you. “She just stopped time, she just froze everyone, she-she almost killed me!” He cried. “Y-you’re a monster.”

Before anyone could react to that, the bell went off signaling the end of that study slot.

“Right. That’s it for today. I’ll see all of you soon and by that time I expect you to be…”

Rocky tuned out the rest of your words. He felt like he was losing his mind. Nobody was ready to believe him. Hell, even you seemed to not know what he was talking about. Had…had he really just imagined all that?

He picked up his bag, deep in thoughts and gave you one last glance. You weren’t even looking at him. He really must be losing his mind. He looked away and walked out of the class with the rest of the students, missing your amused smile.

“_____!”

There he stood, your old friend. He was leaning against your luxurious car, parked at least a kilometer from the university. You couldn’t take chances with small stuff like this. A university professor could not possibly have that much money, could not possibly afford a Mercedes Maybach built for richest of the rich.

You smiled at Dae-seok. “I am not called by that name anymore, old friend.”

Dae-seok was a child when you found him, no more than 10 years of age. A child trapped in the fires set by an arsonist. He had lost his family and yet, he was only a child. He was scared of dying. He kept crying out, for someone to save him and his family trapped in the building where his father once used to work. No one heard his screams, no one but you. You had listened for a while, even thought of leaving the scene since you were hardly in any position to disclose your identity. Yet, you could not allow yourself to abandon the boy. After all, how different would you be from the people who had abandoned you when you were crying out for your family?

So, for that moment you let go of your disguise. Stealthily, you entered the building still in human form and saw the young child weeping for his burnt family around him. They had passed. You had picked the child up and dropped down straight from the 11th floor to the ground and took him to your house. There you had nursed him back to health and by the end of his healing process, you knew you could not let the child go.

So you sponsored him, you nurtured him. You helped him get his education, you fed him, you let him stay with you until he was old enough to venture out alone and make a life for himself.

Dae-seok looked at you with fond eyes. He may be 65 years of age now, but in front of you, his eyes were still like that of child, for he knew your secrets.

“I’m sorry!” He let out a hearty laugh. “Miss Diana Moon, is it?”

“That is correct.” You moved forward and opened the passenger’s seat for him to get in. “Get in, Mr. Da-Seok. It appears you have something to talk to me about. How about dinner?”

“That will not be necessary, captain.” He fake saluted you but with a laugh he got into the car. You shut the door after him and made your own way to the driver’s seat. You got in and sat down facing forward, looking through your car’s front pane at the empty and abandoned road ahead, surrounded by trees on each side.

“____.”

You did not turn towards him.

“I told you not to call me that, Dae-Seok.” You sighed.

“I can’t help it.” He muttered. “You’re not Diana Moon or whatever. You’re ____.” He asserted. He was trying to prove some point. You finally turned towards Dae-Seok suspiciously. He had a very old look on his face, marked with wrinkles and craters of old age. However, that was not what worried you. It was Dae-Seok’s eyes. Those eyes, which had held childlike excitement, a few moments ago, were now etched with fear and worry.

“Dae-Seok.” He looked up. “What is worrying you, my child?”

It was then Dae-seok started to silently cry. It reminded you of the time you saved him from the fire. He was shocked, keeping silent the first few days after he gained consciousness. He didn’t want to show his fear and his pain. It was only after a week of staying together, when you had just come back from the market, that you found him on the doorstep of your house, crying endlessly. You had put down the vegetables that you bought to cook for the boy and bent down in front of him. He had thrown himself in your arms and continued to cry until you took him inside, tucked him in bed and sang him a lullaby till he slept. It was only later that you found out, he was scared that you had abandoned him and left. After that day, he did not leave your side for a minute. Not until he left your house for good.

“You’re my only family, ____.” A lone tear fell from the old man’s eye.

Immediately, your brain started working over-drive. He was talking like something was about to happen to him. Was he ill? Terminally-ill?

“You’re okay, aren’t you?” You let the worry inside you show on your face this time. “Are you ill?”

Dae-seok laughed a little, wiping his tears. “You’re such a mother.”

“Dae-seok.” You warned.

He looked at you and the worry slowly crept back in his features. His wrinkles became deeper and his smile was faint.

“It’s you.” He finally said. You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Another tear fell down Dae-Seok face.

“You are the one who’s in danger. Not me.”

9:30 PM, Millenium MARRIOT hotel, Seoul

Jeon Jungkook walked briskly in the vast halls of his luxurious hotel. For once, he did not even glance at the people greeting him. The facts that had been buried for centuries were now beginning to surface. He had heard tales by his elder brothers, his hyungs, for a long time. The tales and legends of the white wolves, blessed by the moon goddess. He had heard of the betrayals that lead to the annihilation of the Nuntis pack.

If someone were to ask him, Jungkook would say it was needed. The white sun wolves of Nuntis pack were too powerful for their own good. They had become the rulers of their time without question because who would question heavenly beings with divine powers? Everything happened at the discretion of the White wolf King and Queen. Yes, they were kind rulers but till when? If a time came, where they were displeased, they could kill at discretion and have no one to answer to but more so, no one to stop them. No one was strong enough to go against the white wolves. The only way to be free of them was to kill them, and to kill them the only tools, which could be used, were deception and betrayal. He had heard the gruesome tales of their deaths. He had heard how the wolf princess was forced to kill the King and Queen to protect her brother and how her brother was deceived into believing his family had died and was beheaded. There were no tales about the end of the wolf princess but she was killed as well. That’s what the Yawa tribe, who had led the revolt against the Nuntis tribe, always affirmed. However, the new enigma that had just presented itself in front of them said something else entirely.

The elevator doors opened and Jungkook walked out and took his first right to the VIP suites section. He stopped in front of suite 0009 and knocked in a hurry. The door opened and he was greeted by Jimin, one of his brothers. Jungkook could smell the tense atmosphere from the door. Jimin turned around and Jungkook followed him inside to be greeted by the sight of his brothers spread out in the entire room. Yoongi and Namjoon sat near the huge windows overlooking the city. Hoseok and Jin sat on chairs placed on either side of the ground table while Jimin and Taehyung made the couch their temporary home. On the bed, however, he saw the leader of the Yawa pack.

Durion.

Durion was a cunning and filthy being. He prided himself as the killer of the Nuntis tribe and was a self proclaimed ‘enforcer of the divine laws of wolves’. A pompous scum, if someone asked Jungkook. However, he was a strong pompous scum. Jungkook didn’t like to admit it but he would probably have a tough time fighting the guy. He might even lose. However, that was not something he needed to worry himself about. Durion was an ally…or at the very least both packs decided to become allies for the sake of peace.

Jungkook never liked Durion- or the Yawa Pack for that matter. Survival instinct said that white wolves needed to die and Jungkook was not about to put himself on a moral high ground and say he would have done things differently but he would probably not have been so cruel. Durion was cruel beyond measure.

“Ah.” Durion rose from his makeshift throne. “My dear friend Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t make an effort to hide his distaste as he gave the elder wolf a slight nod. He turned towards his leader and bowed in respect. He needed answers but Durion was not the one he wanted answers from.

“Is it true?”

The leader of the pack finally looked at the youngest member of his pack. Namjoon was a wise leader. He was aware of the distaste everyone held for the Yawa, especially for Durion. He was not a fan of their sly ways either. However, he could not afford to battle for power with this cunning tribe. Ráka was a strong tribe, beyond the shadow of a doubt but unlike Durion- who had warriors to lose, Namjoon had family to lose. He had chosen to become a ghost ally of Durion to observe him closely rather than risking open war and losing his family.

Of course, that didn’t mean that they actually had to be friendly. Namjoon never stopped Jungkook from misbehaving with Durion. He quite enjoyed it.

“Namjoon-hyung?” The youngest one’s voice impatiently called out, eager to get an answer.

“Ah, yes. Sorry.” Namjoon’s face turned grim as he recalled why everyone had been called with such haste. Immediately, the uneasiness in the suite increased exponentially. Watching the leader tense was not something the men in the room were used to.

“Why, Hyung? Is it really true?” Taehyung spoke.

Namjoon sighed as he shook his head. “Yes. It is true.” He took another deep breath.

“It seems like the princess survived the war.”

Yoongi stepped forward, keeping his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Are you sure?”

Namjoon nodded.

“The wolf princess is alive and…she is in this city.”

To be continued…

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