the sounds of animals fighting

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Serendipity: Chapter Five

Jungkook x Reader (Wolf AU)

Five: Run

Warning: Language

Author: Lee

Word Count: 2,654


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It all happened too fast; the arguing,  yelling,  shoving, and then I don’t know what.  One minute my boyfriend and his brother are having a heated argument on the front porch, the next they’re replaced by huge  dogs trying to tear each other’s throats out.

I was so panicked by the event that I couldn’t move; I could only helplessly watch as the animals attempted to tear each other limb from limb. The sounds they were making were even more horrifying and the growling and snarling just seemed to get louder. One was a large, slate-colored wolf who seemed to overpower the smaller - but still huge - grey canine who wouldn’t back down.

Through the terror, I attempted to break up or at least lessen the fighting.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Hey!” My voice rose the second time.

Even more shocked that they actually stopped, I was frozen again. They weren’t looking at me or giving any indication that they really cared I was there, instead they were panting, bleeding  and looking at each other. I didn’t dare move in case they decided to turn on me if I made the slightest sound.

After a couple of minutes frozen, the grey wolf turned away and darted off, blood dripping from its muzzle and different areas on its torso. It was nearly already out of sight by the time the other wolf turned around, tearing me out of my shock.

I darted inside as fast as I could, shutting the door behind me with a slam. My hands were shaking and my pulse was racing, but I never moved from the door until his voice broke the suffocating silence.

“Y/n?”


Previously

“You’re very beautiful, do you know that?” Jungkook cooed, wrapping his arms around my waist with ease.

“I think that’s the third time you’ve said that this morning, Jungkook.” I reminded, not bothering to hide my chuckle.

“Yeah, but now I can actually say it.” He grinned, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Because we’re dating?” I rhetorically asked, earning a low grumble from the man wrapped around me,  restricting me from doing my work.

“I’m trying to clean, you know?” I said, letting a small giggle slip.

He let go, but not without hesitating and giving me a kiss on the shoulder first.

“What should I do?” He inquired just before a knock on the door was heard. “I’ll get it.” He assured before setting off towards the door.

I wasn’t sure who it could be, but if I was needed, surely Jungkook would call for me. Although that never came, just arguing that grew louder and louder. Quickly dropping what I was doing, I made my way to the door, only to see that it was closed, which was weird because I hadn’t heard it close.

As I drew closer, I heard the argument more clearly, although I wasn’t able to identify the problem because I didn’t have a clue what they were saying.

“You’re being selfish, Jungkook!” An unfamiliar voice shouted. “What about your promise?”

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Jungkook yelled back. “You are the ones treating me like that promise means nothing, Yoongi, not me.”

Us?” ‘Yoongi’ hissed.

It sounded like he had smacked Jungkook’s shoulder or shoved him.

“We were giving you space while also trying to figure out just what the fuck your problem was,” He took in a sharp breath. “And when we found out, Jungkook, we gave you a warning and you ignored it.”  

 “It’s not your job to run my life, I can make my own choices.” Jungkook snapped back.

“You can also make other people’s choices for them, it seems.”

My blood ran cold after he spoke, because instead of the sounds of two grown men fighting, the aggressive, ugly snarls of animals replaced words. It was only then that I actually opened the door, darting onto the porch to get a better look of what was happening.


Present

“Y/n, please don’t cry.”  Jungkook spoke through the closed door, listening to my weeping. “Let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

He was answered by the muffled crying that could be heard from his side of the door.

“I’m bleeding all over your porch.” He voiced after a while, when my weeps had turned into sniffles.

Even though I had no idea what was going on and I was still debating whether or not whatever I saw was real , I decided to let Jungkook in and tend to his wounds. Afterall, the feelings that had built up over the past few months had been yearning for me to let him in despite what happened with Yoongi.

I gingerly stood up and unlocked the door, pulling it open slowly. He wasn’t lying when he said he was bleeding all over my porch. Gashes on his arms still bled, dripping everywhere. There were cuts on his face, hands, and assumedly other places, like his chest, back and legs, that I couldn’t see. The one on his arm was the worst by far, digging a little deeper than the rest.

“Wait here.” I urged, spinning around on my heel to go get a towel.

Once I returned, I noticed him staring at my puffy face with a look of, if I had to take a guess, regret and apology. I decided not to point it out and initiate a conversation with him until I was emotionally ready. For now, his injuries would distract me enough to put off the inevitable for a while longer.

I led him to the bathroom after attempting to make sure he wouldn’t track any blood  or dirt into the house. As I fished out the first aid kit from the closet, I had Jungkook rinse off his wounds. Sounds of displeasure and pain filled the room, but he never protested.

“Do you have more cuts on your torso?” I asked, fiddling with different equipment from the kit.

As if he couldn’t feel them or had no clue whether or not he did have any injuries on the rest of his body, he pulled his shirt off, inspecting the cuts that littered his body. It looked like he ran through a glass door at full force.

I sighed, although it wasn’t a sigh of disappointment or annoyance; it was doused in worry.

“Jungkook,” I began, my eyes landing on a new cut seemingly every second. “Why did you let this happen?” I asked, shaking my head as I approached him.

I ran my thumb over one of the cuts, almost ready to cry again.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbled in a low voice. “I didn’t think it would get this out of hand.” He admitted.

After silence drowned out the previous conversation, I decided it would be best for him to lay in a hot bath. I filled the tub, feeling guilty when I found out I didn’t have anything that would make his pain ease and told him he could get in. I was busy digging out one of the bubble bath remedies that I never used to even realize that he had stripped and was doing what I said.

“I should really put medicine on the cut on your arm and bandage it up.” I commented, handing him the bottle of bubble bath to add as he pleased. “I’m afraid of that one getting an infection the most.”

As time went by, Jungkook sat silent and let me play doctor with his arm, laying his head back against the wall. I finally decided to confront the events earlier, feeling like I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

“What I saw today,” I paused. “It was real, wasn’t it?” I asked, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Yes.” He answered.

“And the person who did this to you,” I stole a glance at his face. “Was your brother?”

“Yes.”

Once I was done with his arm, I placed it on the edge of the bath and decided to sit back against it, facing away from Jungkook.

“When were you going to tell me all this?” I chanced, playing with my nails.

“I don’t know,” He replied. “Not today.”

“Jungkook, don’t you think it’s important for me to know?” I asked, still refusing to turn to him.

“So you could run away from me, too?” He retorted. “I didn’t want you to be scared.”

“Well, you’re not doing very good so far.”

Do you think--” He started a little louder than he would have liked. “Do you think I want it to be like this?” He questioned, chuckling darkly. “I would give anything for that… ability to disappear.”

“I’m not blaming you for it,” I replied. “I’m blaming you for keeping it a secret from me, especially after we started dating.”

I finally turned to him, only to see the same hurt in my eyes reflected into his.

“Maybe I was scared of having this exact conversation. I was scared, Y/n. Scared that you’d leave me,  that you’d think I’m some dangerous freak.” He admitted.

“I’m more human than I am anything else, Y/n, I swear. I wasn’t forced into that until I hit puberty , I grew up a little boy with not a worry in the world that one day I’d grow up to be a monster in the eyes of the everyone around me.”

He turned to me, taking my hand unexpectedly and placing it on his wet chest, his eyes pleading for me to understand.

“I have a heart, I have feelings, I go through pain like anyone else. I fell in love with a girl with kick-ass shooting skills and a love for adventure. My brothers warned me about getting close to you and they kept saying that you’d run away and tell someone but damn it, Y/n, I didn’t care.”

“I kept making excuses by saying I wouldn’t give you a reason to run and that if I never did, you’d never want to leave me and everything would be fine.” He choked out, crying along with me now. “But now that I see that it was going to happen anyway, I am begging you to not run away because I need you.”

“Jungkook–” I tried to cut in, but he needed to get this off of his chest.

“You make me feel like I was a kid again. You don’t care how clingy and  annoying I am and you smile at me like I mean something to you and if you knew how good it felt to feel wanted after what I’ve been through.” He sobbed, keeping my hand in place.

I didn’t try and pull away or take my eyes off of him even when he looked away to blink the tears out of his eyes.

“I’m not going to run away, Jungkook.” I managed to say, wiping my face off with my sleeve. “Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I’d be able to get very far before I’m running back again.”

We both gave pathetic looking smiles, covered in salty tears and heartache.

“Jungkook?” I asked after a while, earning a hum for an answer. “Your brothers, they’re… all like you?”

He nodded.

“And the fight earlier… what was it about?” I inquired.

He was silent for a little before he decided to speak up. His tone was different from our previous conversation, it almost seemed like he was angered just to talk about it.

“My brothers, for a while now, have been trying to get me away from you. So, in order to keep them away, I stuck to you like glue - which I didn’t mind since I was sort of in love with you - so they kept their distance. I guess they were tired of waiting for me to come home, or Yoongi was at least, so they took initiative and came to me.” He explained, earning a small nod from me every other minute or so.

“I made a promise,” He continued. “That they’d always come first, no matter what. Right now we’re sort of having problems with a few others so they expect me to run on home and help out.”

“Are the other people like you too? The ones that you’re having problems with?” I curiously asked.

“Yes and no,” Jungkook replied, playing with my hand. “Some are just normal people picking a fight who know nothing. They’re nothing my brothers can’t handle by themselves.”

I decided not to press on into the conversation.

“I think you’ve been in the bath long enough,” I commented, standing up. “Get out and dry off, I’ll bring you some fresh clothes before I disinfect all of your cuts.”

“That’s another thing,” He caught my attention before I could leave the room. “You don’t have to worry about my wounds. They… heal faster than yours would. That’s the only thing that makes me different from you besides the whole transformation itself.”

I decided nodding was a good enough answer before I left the room, doing what I said I was going to do before Jungkook stopped me.


Later

A knock on the door woke me from my sleep, forcing me to untangle myself from Jungkook. It was later in the night, around eleven, and I had unknown visitors. As far as I was concerned, after what happened today, I didn’t want to open the front door for anyone else for the rest of my life.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked, pulling me back into him.

“There’s someone at the door.” I groggily informed, attempting to break away from his hold.

“Let me get it,” He instantly got up. “Stay here.”

It didn’t even occur to me that maybe it was his brother back for round two, or maybe a few others so they could drag him back off to their place. I was feeling increasingly nervous as I listened to Jungkook’s footsteps become muffled down the hallway. I heard talking once he opened the door, but no fighting. I decided it was safe enough to at least take a look at our visitor, so I made my way to the door where Jungkook stood.

“You don’t look as bad as him,” An unfamiliar man pointed out, laughing.

Jungkook laughed too, so I instantly eased up.

“Didn’t they yell at you for trying to come here?” Jungkook wondered.

“No,” The other answered immediately. “They wanted me to come and see you. Even if you’ve been a complete asshole these past months, everyone still cares about you.”

“Minus one.”

“Come on, you and him go at it all the time. He has honestly been the most worried about you, you know. That’s why he dragged his ass all the way out here to have a talk.”

“A talk?” Jungkook repeated, chuckling. “Looks like he forgot what he came here for.”

“He didn’t want to fight you, besides weren’t you the one who lunged at him? What was he supposed to do?”

The black haired boy cleared his through, spotting me from behind Jungkook.

“Ah, Y/n. This is my brother, Jimin” Jungkook introduced, stepping out of the way so I could see the man clearly.

“We’re not actually siblings, in case you were wondering why we look nothing alike.” Jimin said, holding out his hand for me to shake, which I did.

“You can come in.” I offered, shivering from the door being open. “I’ll make tea.”

I made my way to the kitchen after the two boys went to the living room, already deep in conversation about something I didn’t bother to try and figure out.

I was honestly surprised that Jimin seemed to be someone Jungkook welcomed with ease; by the way he talked about his brothers, they didn’t seem like they were very… nice.

They both had a cup of tea before I decided to return to bed, allowing the two boys to stay up and talk.

What an exhausting day.

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