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hiiii!! i know it's been a whiiiiile since i've been around, but i wanted to mention that i've been starting to slowly work on moving my fics over to ao3, but i will still keep them here

HOWEVER, if you're looking for faster updates on the girl who didn't cry wolf, i suggest checking there first (same name as on here, but i am thinking about changing it, but ofc i'll mention that if it does change). it's just a lot easier and faster to post there, so that's probably what will get updated first (and this goes for tftp when i can finally work on an update, too)

okay that's it byeeeee

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The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Nine)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, fluff (actually a lot of fluff), minor angst at the end, [dialogue in bold is meant to be spoken in korean]

Word count: ~3k

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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You didn’t get uncomfortable. Chan let you lead the relationship, and you never really had to tell him to back off. In fact, sometimes you had to convince him to keep going. That first morning, you laid in bed until noon before the two of you went to make breakfast and sit together on the couch. You sat right next to him, your bodies touching as you ate happily and read a book that Jisung had brought from the market for you since you were running out of material. The pack would glance at the two of you from time to time but you didn’t know if it was because they were confused about the sudden physical connection, or if it was because they had overheard everything.

Chan ended up sharing his room with you like he always hoped he would. You just kept bringing him to the bedroom before bed and talking, falling asleep with your head on his shoulder or in his lap every single time. You were happy he never made you verbally ask because you knew you weren’t brave enough to let the question leave your lips. While you were starting to give into your feelings a bit more, you still weren’t sure if you could actually say anything romantic to him. But if you were being honest, you only slept well with Chan by your side.

A few days after he woke up next to you, you took another big step in the relationship. The two of you were playing poker in the living room together while Minho and Felix were in the kitchen making dinner, and the rest of the pack was off either getting groceries or hanging out in their bedrooms. You and Chan had decided to make things interesting, betting various things.

“If you win, I’ll give you my t-shirt you keep stealing,” he promised, reshuffling the cards.

“That’s pointless, it’s basically already mine,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took the candy bar he handed over to you for winning. “Try again.”

“If you win, I’ll...” he paused to think, chewing on his bottom lip, “I’ll give you your knife back.”

Your jaw dropped as you stared at your mate, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “It’s probably best you can defend yourself anyway. But, you only get it if you win this hand.”

“So, we’re betting high this round...” you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to match his bet. Your eyes lit up when you finally came up with something, but then your cheeks burned realizing you had to say it out loud.

Chan looked at you suspiciously, wondering slowly, “What is it…?”

“If you win this round…I’ll…” you hesitated, clearly flustered, “...kiss you.”

You and Chan hadn’t kissed at all other than the occasional cheek, forehead, and temple kisses on his part. You’d kissed his cheek a few times before, but you were definitely more bashful about the physical affection than he was. You always hated feeling like the pack was staring at you whenever you were affectionate toward your mate, and the giggles that followed. You especially hated the smirks Minho and Seungmin would share.

Chan’s ears turned pink, but he perked up, “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, gesturing for him to start dealing the cards with your first two fingers. “Come on, let’s play already.”

“What, eager to lose?” he smirked as he started sliding you your cards face down.

“Eager to get my knife back,” you corrected, your eyes glinting just at the thought of having your knife back in your hands. “Maybe I can teach you some stuff.”

“I’m sorry” he chuckled as he looked at his cards, “wasn’t it you who said it’s your brother who’s the werewolf hunter prodigy?”

You flashed him a dirty look before studying your own hand, trying to figure out the best method of winning. Trying to look as confident as possible -- although, you weren’t -- you put down a card and picked up a new one, smiling when you saw the hand you now had. This could definitely work.

Narrowing your eyes, you peeked over the top of your cards at your mate. He had mastered the poker face and was showing zero emotion as he stared at his hand. Feeling your gaze on him, he looked up, but you quickly looked back down at your cards.

“Ready?” he asked.

You nodded before placing your cards face-up on the floor with a surprising amount of confidence, “Full house.”

Chan’s jaw dropped, and you knew you had won. But then his mouth suddenly snapped shut, and he smirked, “Nice try, sweetheart.”

“Wha-”

“Straight flush!” he announced proudly, putting his cards down for you to see.

You couldn’t even believe he had beat you with that. You had a full house! That seemed almost impossible to beat! Then again, Chan had proven hard to beat the entire time you’d been there, and you were succumbing to his weird werewolf mating pull quickly.

“I– ...But you–” you stammered.

Chan’s excited expression softened, his golden eyes staring into yours, “It’s fine; I’ll still give you the knife back, and you don’t have to kiss me.”

You paused, your eyebrows knitting together, “But...you won.”

“Yeah, but if it makes you uncomfortable...” he shrugged as his sentence trailed off. Then he just waved the worry away. “Don’t worry about it. You can just take one of my chores or something.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” you blurted, but you didn’t bother taking the words back; you meant what you said. “I mean, you are…my mate, so…”

You hadn’t seen Chan smile so wide in a long time. His cheeks were turning red and he had to hide behind his hands as he let out a soft giggle that didn’t mask the happy grumble in his chest. You’d never really said that to him out loud, and hearing it just confirmed that things were going well for the two of you.

You chuckled at him, finding him somehow adorable when he was flustered. It was so weird to you that you had this kind of effect on a werewolf, but it made your heart feel warm. You sat on your knees and leaned over to pull his hands away, finding your face much closer to his than you thought. So, you just went for it then, and softly pressed your lips to his before you could be weird or awkward about it.

Chan clearly expected just a quick peck on the lips considering he was still for a few seconds, but once he understood, he cupped your cheeks while your hands rested on his shoulders to keep yourself from falling over into his lap. He hummed contently into the kiss, his hands sliding down your shoulders, to your arms, and finding your waist.

You didn’t think about it, crawling closer until you were in his lap, your chest pressed against his. Chan was surprised, and you could tell from how he seemed to be still for a moment to let you lead and do whatever you wanted. When you had settled in his lap with your legs wrapped around the back of him, he melted back into the kiss with ease. 

Kissing Chan felt magical to you. It felt right. Once you had felt his lips on yours, you were done for. There was no little bit of you in the back of your head that told you the two of you were in danger; there wasn’t any shred of your brain that reminded you over and over about consequences. You’d never felt more safe, happy, or content in your entire life than you did in Chan’s lap, wrapped in his arms.

Somebody loudly cleared their throat, and you immediately pulled away from your mate, shoving away and landing on your back on the floor. Jeongin was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, and a smirk clear on his face.

Chan sighed, a soft growl deep in his chest, “What do you want?”

“Dinner’s ready,” he stated plainly before he turned to leave. But as he left, he said, “And yes, I’m telling everyone.”

-

The more time you spent with Chan, the easier it was to let your worries fade until you thought about them maybe only a couple times a day. You had already noticed your feelings for Chan felt the same as the ones you felt toward Finn, but back then, you pushed those thoughts away and refused to think about them. Now, you just accepted it without a second thought. But it took about a month for you to finally feel ready enough for the biggest -- and technically, the last -- step in your relationship: marking. It wasn’t that you were scared because he was a werewolf -- you would’ve been if you still felt those instincts to kill him -- you were nervous because this was the most important thing for Chan. All a werewolf wanted was to mark their mate and make them theirs, and that put a lot of pressure on your shoulders for some reason. You didn’t know if it was because you were afraid of messing something up or not, but the thought made you slightly anxious.

You also were unsure how to tell him you were ready. Not only were you nervous about marking, but you’d never had sex before. You had spent all your time with Finley when you were back home, but nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. Then when you moved to Korea, you were just always at home and too miserable to think about anything other than how you were trapped. 

But possibly the biggest reason for your nerves was knowing the other seven wolves would hear everything. You thought about asking Chan to ask the others to leave for a while, but wouldn’t that be weird? Kicking them out of their own house just so he could mark you? They’d no doubt catch on, anyway, and still tease you about it.

You also didn’t know if they’d even listen to him because you noted their habit of just teasing Chan instead of taking him seriously at first.

You thought through all of this as you sat on the floor in front of the couch. You would’ve sat on the couch, but Minho was sitting there, and the two of you still refused to speak to each other except for short insults you’d spit at each other when Chan wasn’t around. Seungmin was with him, but the two of you just didn’t acknowledge each other altogether. 

“What’s that face for?” Felix laughed as he entered the living room, only to be shushed by Minho. “Give it a rest. Chan or Changbin will yell at you if they hear you.”

The older wolf just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

You looked at Felix as he sat on the floor beside you instead of sitting on the free end of the couch, “I was thinking about...stuff.”

When you slightly gestured to the pair with your head, Felix got the message that you didn’t want to mention it with the two wolves around. The younger nodded and gestured for you to follow him as he got up. He ended up leading you outside to the backyard, taking you past Hyunjin and Jisung who were in the vegetable garden, and past Changbin who was chopping up wood.

“Alright,” Felix sighed when the two of you were at the edge of the trees but still keeping his voice low, “what’s wrong?”

You’d gotten much closer with Felix, and not just because he was one of the ones who spoke English the best. The wolf seemed to genuinely like your company, and you grew to enjoy being around him as well. You knew you could confide in him without him blabbing to anybody else -- unlike Jisung who continuously went to Chan about everything you said.

“I think...” you paused, making your voice even quieter as you didn’t want anybody else to hear, “I’m...ready?”

Felix chuckled at how your voice raised at the end, “Is that a question or a statement?”

“I am,” you insisted, “but I don’t want...y’know, everyone to...hear it.”

“Okay,” he snorted with a nod, “I get that. Have you told Chris?”

“Not yet, no. I want to but I don’t know how,” you admitted sheepishly, and you could feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

Felix paused and chewed softly on his lip as he thought, running a hand through his blonde hair, “Alright, well...considering how you are, I know you can’t just outright tell him. Do you maybe wanna ask Cooper for advice?”

Cooper was a female wolf from a pack that Chan’s pack was close with – the same one Seungkwan and Eunjin belonged to. She hung out with Felix a lot, and at first, you thought it was his mate. But you later learned she already had a mate and just was a close friend of Felix’s especially. She was sweet, but was somehow possibly even more anxious of a person than Jisung, often disappearing into thin air when she got flustered – you also learned she had a power.

“I don’t want to have this conversation a second time,” you grumbled, glancing around like you were too embarrassed to make eye contact.

He let out a soft sigh, “I mean…I could try to plant some ideas in his head, but I can’t promise anything.”

You brightened a little at that. “Really?”

“No promises it works.”

“What about everyone else?”

“If you want them out, you know Chris will force them out,” he chuckled. “You’re the alpha.”

You smirked, knowing that even after all this time with Chan, he still listened to you, no matter what you wanted. He was too good to you, and you knew that. 

“Thanks, Lix.”

“Anytime,” he grinned. “Since we’re out here, you wanna help me with the traps?”

Obviously, word had gotten around about your disappearance. It was normal for a werewolf hunter to be gone for a week, maybe even two – though, you were sure your dad and Nolan were probably still looking for you even then. But over a month with no sign of them? Not even a body? The town was definitely out looking for you, which meant it was getting more and more dangerous for the pack to go into town. Therefore, you helped them set up traps -- for both humans, and animals -- which Chan let you help out with -- well, at least the animal ones.

“Yeah, we should check them,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

-

“You’ve been weird.”

“So have you.”

Seungmin had just gotten out of the shower and was going to his bedroom to change, a towel wrapped around his waist. However, Minho was waiting for him, lounging on Seungmin’s bed and calling him out as soon as he entered the room.

“Ever since the night we tried to help _____ without Chan finding out, you’ve been really off. What is it?” Minho asked, arms crossed as his eyes followed his brother around the room.

“I could say the same about you,” Seungmin shot back as he dug around in his shared dresser for something to wear. “You still hate her.”

“Oh, so you admit you like her now?” 

Seungmin turned around, his expression unreadable, “She kept telling Chan to not be mad at me. I don’t even know why she defended me, because we’ve done really fucked up things to her.”

“So is that why you do nice things for her but don’t say anything? You stare at her when she’s not paying attention? You have some weird crush on her because she stood up for you?” Minho scoffed.

Seungmin sighed, his eyes closing as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m not saying any of that, I’m saying I’m done being a dick. I’m too old for this shit, Minho.”

“First of all, we’ve been alive basically the same amount of time,” Minho reminded him. “Second, your age never stopped you from being a dick before. Remember when we first found you and we hardly saw you for three months?”

“Okay, so what problem do you still have with her, then? Convince me why I should continue to alienate her.”

“Other than the fact she tried to kill me the first night?”

“You’re not special,” Seungmin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Twice,” he added.

“That’s a shitty reason and you know it.”

“Chan could still die, y’know,” Minho spat, standing up from the bed and walking briskly toward Seungmin. “She said it herself, her family is gonna look for her, and who’s the first dumbass that’ll be stepping in when they do?”

“So, you wanted her to fall in love with Chan, but now that things are going well, you’re still finding reasons to be pissed off?” Seungmin asked. “Can you just admit you hate her for no reason and we can move on?”

“And she tried to kill me.”

Seungmin scoffed, “Okay, me too. You’re not special.”

“Twice!”

“And then we tackled her and choked her out, so we’re even. You really have no reason other than you’re bitter and hate the world.”

Minho merely shrugged, “I know. And so do you. The only difference between us is I know that and I accept it. You pretend to be some good person when I know damn well you’re just as awful as I am.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just grew up? Got a conscience or something?”

“Out of nowhere? Some random human girl suddenly changed you for the better?” Minho scoffed, purposefully hitting Seungmin’s shoulder with his own as he walked by to leave. “Yeah right, Seungmin.”

And with that, he left the room.

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do you plan on updating tales from the pack?

yes, i just havent had time to write any new parts. with tgwdcw it's easy to update because for the most part other than some minor editing in parts, the whole story is completed and i can just skim it, format it, and post. with tftp, i dont have anything written up and i have to actually sit down and do that. so its a matter of me finding the time, but i reeeeally do want to complete the whole series at some point

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The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Eight)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, fluff, angst, death mentioned heavily (murder, getting shot), hurt/comfort-ish, [the section in italics is a flashback]

Word count: ~4.5k

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

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Chan was surprised when he woke up the next morning, not only in his own bed – he’d completely forgotten he’d fallen asleep in the room he now considered yours – but laying next to you. You were awake and staring at the ceiling, and one of your arms was draped over his that was still around you. You didn’t try to get away as soon as you woke up. You didn’t push his arm away. Why were you acting so...normal?

Well, truthfully, you remembered everything from last night. In your drunken state, you had said things you never had the guts to tell Chan while sober. You actually did want to be with him, but it was hard for you because of…well, a lot of things. But knowing that Chan now knew the things you never told him, it made you feel a little bit better about letting go of that part of you. You knew it would still take some time, but even just laying like this willingly was a big step forward.

However, there were still things you had to work through before you could fully let go, and you knew that.

Chan lifted his head, so you looked away from the ceiling to him. He didn’t smile; he watched you with slight worry, like he was afraid you were uncomfortable or would reject him, “Good morning...”

You offered him a small smile to let him know everything was okay. “Morning.”

When you didn’t move to get up or shove him away, he laid his head back down next to you but a little farther away than it was so he could properly look at you, “How’d you sleep? You don’t have a hangover, do you?”

You shook your head, “No, I slept okay. Did you?”

“Better than I have in a while,” he admitted with a short chuckle before he stretched out. Once he settled back into bed, he inquired, “Can I...ask you something?”

You just hummed in response, your eyes lazily looking over his face. 

Oh god, you told him he was pretty. You did forget about that until now.

What were the odds he’d let you live that down?

“Don’t take this in a rude way, but,” he began slowly, “why are you still in bed with me?”

You laughed softly, turning your head to look back up at the ceiling, “Well, A: because I wanted to just lay here.”

He nodded with a bright, dimpled smile, “Alright, and what about B?”

Then you let out a sigh and reluctantly turned your head to face him, your expression more serious as you looked into his liquid gold eyes, “I…think we need to finish talking about things. Or, well…I do.”

Chan’s smile faded, his eyes widening a little, “Are you sure? You don’t have to right now–”

“If I just keep putting it off, nothing will get better, right?” you decided. “Trust me, I’ve been awake for a little while. I’ve had time to think about it, and I need to just…talk.”

“Okay,” he nodded, raising his head and propping it up with his hand. “Where did you want to start?”

-

The War began before you were born. Your mom and dad got pregnant at a bad time – Nolan always teased you about being an accident, but it was more of a funny sibling jab rather than him actually trying to be mean – and you were born while your dad was stationed elsewhere. He always told you he did everything in his power to get back home to see you as soon as he could, and you believed him. Why wouldn’t you? He was your dad. He loved you, Nolan, and your mother more than anything.

The Americas were the worst place to live, but the entire northwest was essentially in shambles. You knew life wasn’t as good as you saw in the books and heard about in the stories you were told about before you were born, but you knew your father was a soldier there. You couldn’t leave without him. You, Nolan, and your mom were relocated to a safe base, which happened to be where he was stationed. He would get deployed sometimes, and you always missed him and hoped and prayed to whatever was out there that he would come home safely – or even at all, because some kids you were friends with never saw their parents again

At least on the base, it wasn’t as bad as how most people who decided to stay in the country had it. You weren’t living off of the smallest of scraps. Outside the safety of the base, it was like an apocalypse had happened. It was basically every man for themselves. So the three of you made do because you didn’t want to leave your dad who continued to fight in The War. You wanted to stay a family, and you wanted to be there to support him. You’d suffer through any war for your dad. He was the best dad you could ask for. 

The times when he got to be home for a few days or longer, he’d take you and Nolan hunting. He wanted both of you to be able to fend for yourselves and your mom, so you let him teach you. Even at a young age, you took to it quickly. You’d catch animals twice your size, earning praise from both of your parents and even Nolan, who laughed that his baby sister was kicking his butt. Nolan was always a great brother to you. The two of you were always close.

After The War, things started getting better. The War lasted until you were about eight-years-old, and the newly appointed King put your family into a newly built home to live, to thank your father for serving – it was something he did for all of the families who served. Your parents were excited that you had a cozy house to call your own for the first time in over a decade. They loved that there was no more war, no more sickness, and no more worry about your safety. 

You loved that next door, there lived a boy that was your age. You noticed him for the first time when you were outside, scouting out the yard and bordering trees. You caught a glimpse of something light out of the corner of your eye, looked over, and saw a boy a little bit shorter than you with a mop of wavy, bright blonde hair. He must’ve caught you staring because he stopped running to chase a soccer ball to look at you with big brown eyes. He smiled at you and waved, so you smiled and waved back. 

“What’s your name?” he called over to you.

So you told him and asked for his.

“Finley!” he replied proudly. “You can call me Finn, though, if you wanna be friends!”

So Finley became Finn, because you did want to be friends. And then Finn sometimes became Finley Ryan Mischard because his mom would call him that when he was in trouble, so you started doing it to annoy him when you were in school.

For a while, it worked. When both of you were thirteen and Finley was suddenly a head taller than you rather than half a head shorter because he shot up the summer you both were turning twelve, you would say it in school during lunch when you wanted to scold him about something. He’d scowl at you and whine, “Don’t call me that!” before he’d follow up with your full name. He put up with it every single time, though. Because you were his best friend. You were the first friend he had that was his own age. You were the first friend he had, and you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, including the way you teased him. He’d let you call him his full name in front of everyone because he loved you. He never told you, but you knew he did. He just showed it. He made you feel like he loved you.

But then something happened. After your fifteenth birthdays came and went, Finley left for a while without a word or a trace. You hadn’t seen him all weekend, and you thought maybe he caught the flu that everyone else was getting at school. But when he didn’t show up for school after a whole week, you decided to check on him. You tried going to his house every single day. The first couple of days, his mom answered the door with tear-stained cheeks and reddened eyes, sniffling that he wasn’t home. That he’d disappeared. He ran away one night and she didn’t know where her baby boy was.

Not Finley. Not your Finn. He wouldn’t just leave like that. The two of you were attached at the hip, no matter how much you bugged or annoyed him. He was your best friend. You were sure he cared about you and loved you because he always showed you by giving you some of his lunch when you’d scarf yours down and complained for more snacks, or waiting for you to walk to school with you because you were always running late, or spending time with your parents and your brother while he waited for you to come home from hunting. 

You loved him but you never told him with your words. Now, you weren’t sure you could ever tell him that.

The next few days following, his mom stopped answering the door. Your mom said it probably hurt to have to tell you every day that Finley didn’t come home yet. You started wondering if he ever would come home.

You hoped he knew that you loved him more than anything. You hoped that that stayed with him wherever he was. That he thought of you as often as you thought of him – which was all the time. You were never good with school – you hated hearing about The War, which is what everyone wanted to talk about, even in math – but your grades went from average to below average quickly. You didn’t goof around with any of your peers or other friends like you usually did with Finley. Everyone knew you were upset. The two of you were known as a package deal.

Hunting was the hobby you never stopped. Somehow, it brought you peace. You knew how to catch the biggest deer, and you were skilled with skinning and fileting whatever you caught. You liked to go alone, but sometimes you still went with your dad – you mostly tried to go before he woke up because you knew that because of where your head was at, you weren’t doing as well and it would upset him. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him, your mom, or Nolan.

Sometimes Nolan would ask if you wanted to go with him, and sometimes you’d say yes. At first, he’d try to bring up Finn and mention how you’ll be okay, but you always asked him to drop it. You were always a little weird with emotions. Maybe because at the base, nobody really showed them. Everyone had to be strong. You learned to do that.

It was on your way back home from a solo hunting trip that it happened. It was cold and gloomy, a mist of rain staying consistent all morning. You were dragging back a dead deer, the animal slung across your shoulders. Blood was getting all over your clothes and in your hair, but it never bothered you.

“You can always shower when you get home,” your dad would chuckle. “A little blood and stink never hurt anybody.”

You were just crossing into the east side of your front yard, eyes cast downward. You didn’t like looking at Finley’s house to the west side. It was directly in front of you walking this way out of the woods, so you averted your gaze, only glancing up occasionally to make sure you were still headed toward the tarp you’d laid out in the front yard to lay your hunt down.

It was like when you were eight-years-old again, catching a glimpse of light in your peripherals. You didn’t want to let yourself get your hopes up, but your heart fluttered anyway, and you involuntarily looked up to scan Finley’s front yard.

There, stood a boy a head taller than you with a mop of wavy dirty-blonde hair, and big brown eyes already staring at you with a lopsided smile. He waved to you, and instead of waving back, you dropped the deer right off your back and ran. You were pretty sure you’d never run so fast in your life. You ran so hard you almost fell over because you were trying to get to him faster than your legs could carry you, but you kept yourself on your feet and just pushed your legs to go harder and faster.

Until you crashed straight into Finn. His arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up, not caring that you were covered in the blood of a dead animal. His face buried into your neck as your legs went around his waist. You were crying, but he was laughing.

He didn’t have to tell you he missed you, and you didn’t have to tell him, either. Neither of you had to tell each other you loved each other, either. You both just knew it already. That’s how it always was. You and Finn showed each other rather than talking about it. You liked that. You weren’t one to talk about emotions.

You wanted to tell him eventually after everything that happened, but not right then. You wanted to savor the moment.

After Finn came home, he always chuckled when you called him by his full name. He’d smile warmly and ask what he did that was ‘so awful’ to tease you back. He stopped waiting for you in the mornings, but only because you had to wait for him instead. He always told you how he appreciated you with a bright smile and his arm thrown over your shoulder. His touch felt warmer, but your feelings for him stayed the same. You wondered if you were convincing yourself it felt warmer because you were realizing exactly what your feelings were. You were growing up, going through puberty, and kids your age were discovering what love was.

Except, you’d considered alone in your room at night that you’d really just been in love with Finley Ryan Mischard since you were eight-years-old and only now realized what that feeling was.

You were almost positive that that was the reason why everything happened that day that changed everything.

You and Finn had made a plan. Finley had noticed you were getting more and more depressed, and he wanted to help. You kept telling him how there were no animals around anymore and you were bringing home tiny animals that hardly got any money or you were barely able to split between your family for food. You felt useless because hunting was what you were good at. You worried about your family having enough money to support you, and honestly, he could tell you wanted an excuse to just leave. You were getting fed up with feeling like a weight dragging them down but you had nowhere else to go.

“Let’s run away,” he had told you one day when the two of you were walking in the woods, taking the ‘scenic route’ from the market after a very unsuccessful day of trying to sell meat due to your lack thereof.

You paused and looked up at him with furrowed brows, “What?”

He just shrugged, his hands in his jacket pockets, “I know you’re not happy, and we’re almost eighteen. You said it would be easier on your parents. So let’s go together so you’re not alone.”

“...Are you serious?”

He chuckled, his breath coming out in white puffs. It was starting to get cold again, but Finley still always wore his jacket open.

“‘Course I am,” he told you with a warm half-smile. “Wherever you wanna go, count me in.”

So the two of you planned a night to leave. You were still only seventeen, but you knew between the two of you, you could manage to be on your own. You packed the necessities in a beat-up knapsack and slung it on your back after you were sure everyone was long asleep. Finley said to meet in the woods between your backyards at midnight, so that’s where you were headed.

You tiptoed out of your room and down the stairs. You were admittedly sad that you didn’t get to say goodbye to your family, but you felt it was for the best. You weren’t sure your parents would understand, but you hoped Nolan might. Either way, you left a carefully thought out note on the counter for when they woke up.

You made it outside where it had just started to rain, and you were to the edge of your backyard when a bright light came from behind you. You whipped around, eyes wide like a deer as you stared back at your mother, wrapped in her robe as she shone a light in your direction, and Nolan’s tall frame standing behind her. Even shadowed behind the light, you could see the guilt all over his face. Your mom, though, looked furious with her narrowed eyes full of fire.

She said your full name through gritted teeth before asking, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Just go back inside, mom,” you told her, your breath coming out in white puffs.

“No, you get back inside!” she demanded. “You’re lucky I don’t wake up your dad.”

“Mom–”

“You’re a child,” she stated, storming toward you. She pulled your note out of her pocket and waved it in your face. “You’re not old enough to be off on your own, let alone with a boy!”

You knew you had to say anything just to get her to let you go, so you shouted into the cold, dark night, “I don’t wanna stay here with you anymore!”

Your face was suddenly turned to the left, and you felt a hard sting against your right cheek. Your eyes welled with tears as you held a cold, wet hand to your face, pressing against it to stop the pain.

Your parents never laid a hand on you. They were never abusive, and you didn’t think anything else would come from your mother physically other than the slap as she hissed, “Get your ass back inside right now!”

Finley, however, did not know that.

“Mom, I think that’s enou–”

As Nolan began to step in, you heard a noise like you’d never heard before, along with what sounded like clothes ripping. Then you were suddenly thrown to the ground with an, “Oof!”

All you could see after you landed on your butt was a large wolf, and your mother’s legs sticking out and flailing for all of a few seconds before they went limp. Her cries became gurgles, and the wolf’s head that was wildly shaking from side to side suddenly lifted and looked straight at Nolan, who was frozen in fear about six feet away from your mother’s now dead body, and a low growl came from it.

“D-dad!” Nolan cried before his fear-filled eyes looked behind the wolf to you. “_____, do something! Shoot it!”

Right, you had grabbed your gun and holster before you left. You scrambled for it with shaky hands before holding it out to shoot, but the wolf’s head was now turned back to look at you with red eyes as it whined. You’d never seen eyes that color, but something about them seemed…familiar.

Images of Finley flooded your head. His smile. The way he looked at you when you spoke. His laugh.

Its eyes locked on you, and you immediately knew. That was Finley. Your Finn.

Your Finn.

Your brother immediately jumped into action and went to run for the shed where you kept the weapons, but Finn jumped in front of him and lowered his head, his menacing gaze locked on your brother. He slowly stalked toward him.

“_____!” he begged, glancing between you, the wolf, and the gun still in your hand that you hadn’t realized you’d lowered until then.

You could easily raise your hands and shoot Finn. It was already in your hand, and you knew Finley trusted you. All you had to do was raise your arms and aim. But…

You didn’t. You couldn’t. It was like your arms just didn’t work anymore.

Your eyes stayed on Finn as he slowly walked toward your brother like he was prey, and you just…let it happen.

You couldn’t kill Finley. You loved him. You didn’t love him like your parents loved you and Nolan. You truly loved him. More than anything. Much more.

More than you loved your parents or Nolan.

More than you loved anything on the earth.

There was the cock of a gun just a second before a shot, and only then did you jump up. You looked toward the sound to see your dad had made it out of the house with his shotgun, and he had the double barrel aimed straight at Finley.

You looked back toward Finn and saw he had staggered, his body closer to the ground as he let out a howl that broke your heart.

“No!” you cried and tried to lunge forward.

But another shot rang out before you could do anything.

-

“They just…shot him?” Chan asked incredulously, his eyes wide and full of disbelief. “Right in front of you?”

You nodded numbly, unable to even cry from the memory. You’d already silently cried over it before. It was just an awful memory now.

“They told me all the time after that that it was my fault mom died,” you told him in a monotone voice, staring at the ceiling. “And…yeah, it was. But when I never put my all into hunting werewolves like I did hunting regular animals, they’d accuse me of being a werewolf’s bitch and say they’d have me executed. So…I had to do it.”

“But you didn’t want to,” Chan finished with a sad nod, “because…of Finn.”

“And the more I thought about it, the more I wondered if he imprinted on me, but I never knew because I just…loved him already,” you gave a small shrug. “But I’ll never know if that’s really it.”

There was a blanket of silence as Chan took in everything. Your backstory was far sadder than he could’ve imagined, but he truly understood now why you were so conflicted on everything. You didn’t want to feel like you were betraying your family, but you also knew that all Finley wanted to do was protect you from the harm your family brought you. But since Finn was dead, all you had was your family, so you didn’t want to betray them. It was a vicious cycle that you couldn’t solve. 

“I think he did,” he spoke up, and you looked at him, wondering what he meant. “I think he imprinted. He came back and pretended to be the same person for you, which isn’t easy to do. If I had to change my eye color every morning, I think I’d go insane.”

You both laughed softly at that, but then he turned serious again and continued, “And he wouldn’t have put himself in danger like that if it weren’t for the pull. He loved you so much he was willing to die for you. That’s what it means to be a mate.”

You knew that. You knew Chan would do anything for you because he almost fought his own pack on multiple occasions over you. And he could tell you knew that because you gave him a tiny half-smile, and he offered a bigger one back.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re tough as hell,” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t mess with you, anyway.”

“But…do you get why it’s hard?” you asked. “I know you’re not bad, but…the repercussions will be…–”

“If they find out,” he pointed out with a cheeky smile.

“Christopher, I’m serious,” you sighed deeply.

“Okay, and so am I,” he told you with a more serious tone. “Who says your dad or your brother will find out?”

“My brother with werewolf hunting is how I was with regular hunting. And my dad is…insane,” you let out a short chuckle. “I mean, he kept me sheltered for almost a decade because he didn’t want me running away and betraying them again, and I’ve been an adult the whole time.”

“Yeah, well, the kids are also insane. And we have some special tricks up our sleeves that even you don’t know about.

“Besides, why even worry about the ‘what ifs’? What if he never finds us, and you spend all of this time torturing yourself instead of just doing what you want to do, y’know? Then they win. You’re still sheltered and punishing yourself for nothing.”

Your eyes cast downward and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering how to bring this up without being awkward. But it would be awkward no matter what.

“What about Finn…?” you asked quietly.

Chan understood what you meant and placed a warm hand on your cheek, “I can tell you that he would want you to be happy no matter what. Even if you denied me, I’d be happy as long as you’re happy.”

“You’d literally die,” you stated bluntly.

“But if you were happy, I’d die happy!” he insisted with a small but warm laugh. “Seriously, _____, don’t feel like you’re betraying him or anything like that. It would upset him more if you continued to let your dad and brother control you and hurt you.”

You knew he was right, but you never thought of it like that. You were actually happy you finally got everything off of your chest because it gave you a new perspective on it all. One that made you feel like maybe you could actually follow Chan’s lead and just…let go.

You placed your hand over his that was still on your cheek and smiled back at him, “Okay. I’ll try it.”

His smile widened, “Take your time, though, okay? I’ll follow your lead.”

“I’m calling the shots? So I am the alpha?” you smiled teasingly.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

[gamerwoo]

idk too! now when i scroll back down, i couldn't find the old part 7, but i rmb reading this part a few months ago, even before your katseye tix text post. is this mass hallucination 🤣

i wouldn't be surprised if i did update it and forgot tbh. that sounds like something i would do 🤡

but if i did i have no idea where it went either 😭

[gamerwoo]

Hi hi.

I'm not sure if you're still on here, but I have a few questions about Tales from the Pack and how you planned/wrote it.

I'm currently writing a soulmate au fic series for the boys, and I would love to hear your insights, as TFTP was a big inspiration for my series.

Hope you're having a great day. 🫶🏾

~TJ~

hi um im super late to answer this im so sorry but if you still have questions i can do my best to answer them!! 💌

[gamerwoo]

wait im confused, was the last part reposted?

im also confused because i have a lot of messages like this but i checked the last part to see if i confused the 2, and they're different so now im trying to figure out where people are seeing 2 part 7s 😭

[gamerwoo]

The Girl Who Didn't Cry Wolf (Part Seven)

Characters: Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, enemies-to-lovers-ish??, slowburn, werewolf/alpha!chan, (werewolf)hunter!reader, fluff, angst, death briefly mentioned, reader gets druuuuunk, [dialogue in bold is meant to be korean]

Word count: ~4.1k

Summary: You've learned to do whatever you can to protect yourself after an incident almost a decade ago had your father and brother dragging you to a new country to start all over even though they blamed you for what happened. After finding yourself stuck in a house of werewolves, you're forced to come to terms with your feelings over what happened back home when the alpha imprints on you and his pack claims they're keeping you prisoner. You know exactly how this will end if you give in, and yet you can't seem to get yourself to leave the sweet and charming werewolf who's willing to do anything to make you comfortable. You're just hoping that maybe there'll be a good end this time.

a/n: hi, i'm alive!! i doubt i'll be super active here again but i do at least wanna pop in here and there to update fics 😌 and i've seen all the messages from the last time i randomly dropped an update and i just wanted to say i'm very very very thankful for everyone who still checks back in. ily!!! ❤❤❤ (also i lost the tag list masterlist sooooooo this is awkward)

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The next morning, you woke up to a sharp pain in your side. You gasped, jolting up only to hiss in pain. Strong hands quickly pinned your shoulders down, and you looked up to see Jeongin looking down at you with an awkward smile, “Sorry.”

“Please try not to move,” Hyunjin instructed from beside him, coming over to help hold you down now that you were awake.

Your instinct was to fight back from being pinned down, so you did, wanting to sit up to avoid the pain that would be caused to your side. A third pair of hands stalled your movements as Chan moved into view, concern creasing his features, “_____, stay still please. It’ll hurt more if you move.”

“Why am I pinned down?!” you demanded.

“We just wanna check it,” Hyunjin explained while Jisung was already reaching to peel the bloodied bandage away.

“Well why did you have to touch it?” you groaned, your head flopping down on the pillow like a child throwing a tantrum. “You woke me up and it hurt! If this is how it’s gonna be whenever I’m asleep, I–”

A large hand covered your mouth, and you already knew it was Chan’s before you even checked. You gave him a glare but he just stared at Jisung.

“Is it bad?” he wondered.

“Well...it’s definitely not good.” he said, sucking in a breath between his teeth as he looked at your newly opened wound. “It might need draining tonight, but hopefully we’ll come up with something that puts her in less pain. I could make up some more numbing cream, but we'd need more supplies for that, and the witch at the market is closed today.”

You tried to say something but Chan kept your mouth covered. You bit his hand but he only smirked, making you roll your eyes.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he teased.

“Can you stop being weird please?” Hyunjin asked in disgust. “There’s a child here.”

“I’m not even a child!” Jeongin frowned. “Sorry, not all of us have been stuck at the same age for 30 years, old man.”

“Can all of you stop for a second?” Jisung sighed, and the aura in the room seemed to feel more stressful. “I swear, Chan, she brings out the child in you. More so than usual.”

Then he glanced briefly at Jeongin, “And I take offense to that!”

“Just let me fix the wound, Hannie,” Chan offered, removing his hand from your mouth. The first thing you did with the freedom was stick your tongue out at him. “You go do whatever it is you need to get done.”

He sighed but stood and handed the ointment to Chan, “Don’t bicker with her.”

“That’s not my decision.”

“Right, it’s the real alpha’s,” Jeongin laughed, earning a pinched cheek from the alpha himself, but his laughing persisted as he left the room.

As the three wolves left, Chan rolled you to lay on your side before kneeling down beside the bed. He opened the tin and swiped some white cream onto his first two fingers, “Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

“Did you…dream at all?” he pressed, but his eyes were focused on your side. You wouldn’t have ever suspected something was up.

“A little bit.”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What did you dream about again? You knew you dreamed but you couldn’t remember what it was. But it must’ve been something amusing or important if Chan was bringing it up.

“What did I say?” you asked.

“‘No, Finley’,” he recalled in a murmur, eyes still trained on rubbing ointments into your wound.

Your cheeks felt hot. You knew why, too – or you at least suspected why – but you weren’t going to say anything to Chan.

“Y-yeah, Finn… He was my best friend back home,” you explained in a mumble.

Chan’s eyebrows knitted together curiously, “He didn’t come with you? I think most people fled from the northwest. Honestly, I was shocked you stayed up there until a decade ago. There was that big war that drove everyone away.”

“Well, my dad fought in the war so we stayed. My mom didn’t want to leave him behind. Things were pretty bad for a while, but they got a little better when the war ended. It was slow, though.”

“So…what about this Finley person?”

Hearing him ask so bluntly even though his tone was casual made something click. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, “Are you jealous, Christopher?”

His golden eyes widened as he paused, looking into your eyes for the first time.

“Me? No,” he said, but you could tell by his tone he was lying. “Just curious. You’ve never mentioned a Finley until you were…telling him no last night.”

“Don’t be weird,” you scolded him. “Finn was just a friend.”

“But you’re still thinking about him, apparently,” he continued, going back to his work. “Saying his name in your sleep.”

You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes, “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, Christopher.”

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

“Finn’s dead,” you stated plainly; numbly.

Again, Chan froze. His eyes, wide and apologetic, went to you, “O-oh… Shit, _____, I’m sorry, I-I was just messing around, I didn’t–”

You chuckled, “You’re fine. I just wanted you to feel like an ass for a second.”

He made a face at you before he went back to tending to your side, “You’re a sassy little thing, you know that?”

You just shrugged, “I’ve been told.”

-

“We’re back!” Felix sang, walking in along with Jeongin and Minho.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room with Changbin, Jisung, and Hyunjin while the three wolves were playing poker and betting their various snacks they kept hidden in their rooms. You just watched even though Changbin offered to deal you in, figuring you had nothing to offer since Chan had confiscated the pocket knife you had – and that was all you had when you had shown up.

As the group of wolves that had come back from the market walked into the living room, Felix raised a brow at the three wolves in their heated argument over if Changbin was cheating or not. Then he looked at you, and you just sighed softly and shook your head.

“They’ve been doing this since you left, and I don’t even really know what it’s about other than stealing or something. But I do know that Jisung called him a dirty, cheating bastard,” you stated, making him laugh.

Changbin turned slowly to face you, eyebrows furrowed, “So she can’t understand when we call her for dinner, but she can understand name-calling?”

"She was sheltered," Jisung told him in a low voice, whacking him in the stomach like he was trying to warn Changbin to keep his voice down as if you could understand what they were saying.

“Hey,” Chan entered the room, eyeing the bags that the wolves were carrying, “did you happen to find anything to help _____?”

“Yup,” Jeongin giggled before tossing a glass bottle full of warm-brown liquid to him.

Chan caught the bottle easily, turning it over and reading the label, “Whiskey?”

“Alcohol can numb anything,” was all Minho gave him for an explanation. 

“If you’re gonna be mad, be mad at him,” Jeongin stated, jabbing his thumb toward the older wolf who merely shrugged and looked away from the alpha, walking into the kitchen with the rest of the bags.

“I can handle the pain–”

“You think we want you to be in pain if you don’t have to be?” Felix asked him. “We wanted something to save you both the pain.”

“Actually, Minho was the one who said that,” Jeongin mentioned, Felix nodding along.

Chan didn’t show any emotion, just looked down at the bottle.

Then Felix looked at you with a chuckle, “How well do you handle your alcohol, _____?”

You shrugged. It had been a while since you’d gone to any taverns for a drink, but you used to be more of a midweight, “It’ll take a few shots.”

“We can’t get her drunk!” Seungmin exclaimed as he entered the room. You assumed he was either in the kitchen or in his room and had overheard the conversation. “She’s already attacked at least two of us sober!”

“Seungmin…” Chan’s tone was a warning as he stared at the younger wolf, “don’t start. If you’re here to fight, go back to wherever you came from.”

“If Channie can forgive you for attacking his mate, don’t you think you can forgive his mate for attacking you?” Jisung asked mindlessly from where he was sitting on the floor. Only when nobody said anything did he look up and realize he didn’t read the room well enough. That obviously wasn’t the only animosity the three of you had. “...Sorry…”

You spoke up, looking back over Hyunjin’s shoulder to check his cards. “Frankly, I couldn’t care less if Seungmin forgives me or even likes me. Actually, if I cared any less than I do currently, I’d be dead.”

“_____–”

You looked at Chan when he said your name but cut him off, “I’m not saying it to be an asshole, I’m saying it so everyone knows. I don’t care about anything he or Minho has to say to me; they’re the only ones ‘keeping me hostage’ so they’re the only two I don’t trust in the slightest.”

While your last comment did make Chan and the rest of the pack kind of happy that you verbally admitted to having some sort of trust with them, Chan still didn’t want you saying anything even remotely rude to Seungmin or Minho. He knew it would only cause more fighting, and he wanted to avoid it.

“Look, Seungmin,” Chan began, rubbing his hands over his face before looking at the taller wolf, “we’re not doing it until tonight when you’ll probably be asleep. You won’t have to deal with her.”

“Well, I’m staying up to witness this,” Jisung giggled, putting a card down before picking up a new one.

Hyunjin nodded in agreement. “This, I gotta see.”

“Plus, free drinks,” Jeongin grinned almost wickedly.

Chan groaned, rolling his eyes at the youngest. “They’re not for you! Whiskey is for _____ only.”

“Ah, c’mon, Channie,” you grinned, using the nickname you’d noticed the pack always used with him, “don’t you wanna have a little bit of fun? Being drunk alone is the most boring thing in the world.”

“I’m going to have to babysit you,” he stated playfully, walking over to stand behind the couch by where your head was. “I just know you’ll be a handful.”

“Ooh, what kind of drunk are you, _____?” Felix wondered with wide, curious golden eyes.

You hummed as you thought it over, trying to remember how you were whenever you went out to the tavern, “I think it depends on who I’m with and the atmosphere.”

“So she’ll be an angry drunk.” Seungmin spat. “Lovely.”

-

Whiskey clutched in your hand, you stared at Jisung with doe-like eyes as he patched up your newly-drained wound and helped you sit upright. Felix couldn’t help but laugh at your drunken state, while Hyunjin, Changbin, and Jeongin seemed to be having a race to see who could get the drunkest the fastest with the little alcohol that they were allowed.

“This is for _____!” Jisung whined when Jeongin tried to make off with the bottle.

So now, there you were, drunk off your ass. You didn’t even take shots, you just chugged straight from the bottle. Chan chuckled at first at how eager you were to down the liquid that burned your throat and made your stomach feel warm, but when you were sufficiently drunk and kept at it, then he began to get concerned.

But since you were still starting to cry and scream at the pain, Changbin put the bottle to your lips to silence you and to dull the pain. Now, it was just a sharp pinch that made you wince and cry out with, “Ow,” whenever you moved wrong. For the most part, it was a lot more bearable than the first time.

“_____, do you feel okay?” Felix wondered once you were sitting up.

“Uhhh-huh!” you nodded happily.

All of the wolves in the room – which was everyone except Minho and Seungmin – stared at you while you looked around at all of them. You definitely just seemed...different. You weren’t hostile or sarcastic; you were easy-going and smiling at all of them, and it was clear you were very different when you were drunk. At least, different from the you they knew.

Then again, you said it had to do with who you were with, so someone must’ve made you feel chipper despite just having a knife cut through you.

Chan placed a hand on your head, smoothing your hair back. “Do you want to go to sleep now, _____?”

You looked up at the alpha, and a wide smile spread across your face, “Channie!”

That made all of the wolves break out into laughter.

“She sounds like us,” Hyunjin giggled.

He was surprised at how excited you seemed, and was trying to contain his giggles as he asked, “Yes?”

“Can we do something fun?” you asked before putting the bottle to your lips.

Chan quickly grabbed it and carefully took it from you with both hands, “Ah, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

“I just wanna have some fun with my mate, is that too much to ask?” you pouted.

Chan laughed, his cheeks warming when you called him your mate, as he handed the bottle off to Felix for safe keeping, “When it involves you getting drunker than you already are, yes.”

Chan easily lifted you off of the desk, cradling you in his arms, “I’m gonna stay with her for a little bit in my room. I’ll try to keep her quiet.”

“I’ll…make an attempt to keep them quiet,” Jisung said unsurely, looking around at his three brothers who were joking and laughing, basically ignoring anything the alpha had said.

“Don’t worry,” Minho sighed as he walked into the room, “I’ve got the kids. Have a good night.”

The wolves chimed in with their goodnights after hearing Minho, so you waved to them and rested comfortably in Chan’s arms as he walked you back to his bedroom. You looked up at him the whole walk down the hall, studying every feature of his perfect face. You wondered how you got so lucky having such a good looking mate. You also wondered if Chan knew just how good looking he was, because if he didn’t, you wanted to tell him.

So you did.

“I like looking at you,” you blurted as soon as he shut the door to his bedroom.

Chan let out a laugh that vibrated his chest – you knew because you felt it against your arm and shoulder, “What?”

“You’re just so...beautiful,” you repeated, reaching up to poke his cheek, right where his dimple was. “Hasn’t anyone told you you’re beautiful, Christopher? Actually, no, not beautiful. Maybe… I dunno, they don’t come up with a word good enough to describe you.”

He was still giggling as his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red, “And who would ‘they’ be?”

As he set you on the bed, you said, “The people who make the words,” as if it was something he should already know.

“Right, of course. The council of word-makers. How silly of me,” he continued to giggle, playfully rolling his eyes. “Y’know, you’re rambling a lot. I think it’s time you sleep, _____.”

“No, I’m busy,” you huffed, sitting up against the headboard and curling your knees to your chest.

“No, you have to listen,” he told you softly but still firmly like he was talking to a child, going over to the door. “I’m going to turn the lights off and leave, and you’re going to go to sleep.”

“No!” you whined, reaching out for him like a baby. It was loud and something he didn’t expect, so it startled him a bit. “You should stay with me!”

Another smile began to form on his face as he cocked his head to one side, “Are you sure?”

“I always want you to!” you admitted, although drunk you didn’t know she shouldn’t be telling him that. “I always want you to stay with me. But I’m not supposed to want you to stay. Y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. We’re enemies,” he chuckled and nodded as he walked over to the bed after shutting off the lights. He climbed in beside you and promised, “We can still be enemies but hang out together. Don’t worry.”

You immediately scooted closer to him and took his arm, putting it around the back of your neck and over your shoulder before laying your head on his shoulder. He immediately melted into you, letting his thumb rub against the skin of your arm as he smiled to himself and closed his eyes.

“That’s how it was with Finn,” you admitted, not really paying much attention to your words because of how drunk you were.

All filters, cautions, and inhibitions were gone now. You were willing to tell Chan anything – you wanted to tell him everything. You were ready to blab all of your secrets and put all of your cards out on the table.

Hell, you were fully prepared to admit that maybe you loved him if the topic was somehow brought up.

Chan’s eyes opened, his eyebrows furrowed, but he continued to rub your arm with the warm pad of his thumb, so you didn’t know anything was wrong, “What do you mean?”

“He was a werewolf, too,” you told him, and that was when Chan froze – including his movements. But you were still too out of it to realize. “The only difference was I didn’t know until he shifted. He kept it from me. And…I think I was...his…mate…”

Chan wasn’t sure what to do with this information, but he didn’t want to make you feel like you did anything wrong by telling him, so he tried to stay natural. But damn, you were already a werewolf’s mate? He honestly never would’ve guessed judging from how you acted. He thought you would’ve been a lot more open to werewolves. Not that you were really un-open to him, but you certainly were holding back a lot.

But if you were a mate, why were you training to become a hunter? Unless…

That was why you weren’t really a hunter.

After a beat of silence, his short-circuiting brain came up with, “Y-you…think? What makes you unsure?”

You let out a deep sigh and explained, “I…loved Finn. But I always did. I never felt any different. I never felt that feeling I did like when I first saw you. Y’know, how it just…hits you. But…the feelings are...the same… Same as they were with Finn.”

You started to feel a lump in your throat, and your eyes were watering a little. Maybe it was the alcohol making you emotional, thinking about your feelings toward Finley being the same as the ones you felt toward Chan. Or maybe it was just because you were finally saying it out loud. There was a weight being lifted off your shoulders, a secret finally coming out that you never wanted to admit.

Or maybe both. Basically admitting that you love Chan, but still feeling guilty because you felt like you were moving on from Finley.

Chan also caught what you said. ‘I loved Finn. … The feelings are the same’. Did that mean you love him? He didn’t want to hear you say it to him drunk, but he was still flabbergasted and didn’t know what to do. He felt like he was getting so much information from you all at once and couldn’t process one thing without being bombarded with another. But this was also the first time you were really letting him in so he didn’t want to stop you, either. The poor guy was malfunctioning right beside you and you had no idea.

“_____,” he managed to speak up, clearing his throat, “you don’t have to talk about it right now. Maybe tomorrow, okay?”

“I won’t have the courage to tell you tomorrow,” you sniffled. “Everything is hard to admit. It makes it more real…”

“I know,” he sighed, holding you a little tighter and going back to rubbing your shoulder. “But confronting and accepting your feelings will be better for you. We’ll figure everything out together, yeah? I promise.”

“‘Kay,” you sighed, too and just let yourself rest against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off of him.

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, and Chan started to wonder if you were falling asleep. He wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to stay. Yes, you said you liked his company, but you were drunk. He couldn’t take your word when you weren’t sober.

“Can you teach me more Korean?” you suddenly asked him.

He let out a quiet chuckle, “Where did that come from?”

“I can tell when Changbin makes comments about me not knowing Korean,” you explained rolling your eyes. "He doesn't exactly hide that he's talking about me."

His eyes closed as he laughed at that, and also hearing Changbin's soft, "Oh, fuck," down the hall.

"I told you!" Jisung whined.

“Alright, alright," he nodded after he composed himself again. "What do you know how to say?”

“I can say hello, goodbye, thank you, introduce myself, and a lot of haggling phrases.”

He let out a loud laugh, “You haggle?”

You sucked in a breath, imitating the way the other people at the market spoke, “No, no, no, that price is too low. This is quality deer meat and sells for much higher than that bullshit price you’re offering. What are you, stupid?”

You went back to your normal talking voice while Chan burst into a fit of laughter, holding his stomach with his free arm and kicking his legs, “Followed by, like, a bunch of swear words and insults. I’m really good at calling people ‘motherfuckers’ and 'fucking idiots'.”

You were pretty sure you could hear loud laughter from down the hallway, but that might’ve just been the rest of the pack sharing the rest of the alcohol.

“Okay,” Chan breathed, still letting out little giggles as he wiped tears from his eyes and cleared his throat to try and calm himself down again, “okay. Yeah. Alright. Well, you clearly know all the fun stuff, so… Wait, okay, I’ve got a good one.”

You sat up straighter and turned to look at Chan, “Lay it on me!”

He sweetly sang a short phrase to you with a smile, and you repeated it back to him in the same tone, making him giggle some more. You noticed Chan was very much a giggler.

“What did I say?” you asked.

“Goodnight!” he sang with a loud laugh. “Remember, it’s bedtime?”

Your eyebrows fell and you gave him the most unamused look you’d probably ever made in your life. All of the alcohol in your system was giving you a second wind that covered up any of the exhaustion you got from being sliced open, so you were less than thrilled about sleeping.

“No,” you stated plainly.

“It’s late, you’re drunk,” he listed as he began to lift the covers to tuck you in, “and you’ll heal better with as much rest as possible.”

You found yourself obeying him anyway, moving to lay down as you let Chan cover you with the blanket, “Are you sleeping in here?”

“...Do you want me to?”

“Duh.”

“Duh,” he imitated you, making a face as he moved to lay down beside you. “Go to bed.”

You rolled over to face him and closed your eyes, “Night.”

“G’night, _____. Sweet dreams,” he smiled down at you fondly.

After a few seconds went by and you didn’t feel him get any closer to you or drape his arm over you like you thought he would, you scooted closer to him, nuzzling into his chest. He just chuckled before lightly putting an arm around you, but you could feel the happy rumble deep in his chest.

Chan was pretty sure that was the quickest you’d ever fallen asleep since being at the house.

[gamerwoo]

trying to find resale katseye tickets for boston for face value is like trying to have a meaningful convo w my dad (he’s dead)

[gamerwoo]

So happy you are back!! I hope life let's you have a break 💜

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[gamerwoo]

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[gamerwoo]

hello, i miss your writing 🥹 i still pop by your blog every few days just to reread old chapters

hiiiii i really appreciate you still checking in to read my old stuff 😭 i swear i haven’t abandoned anything, i just have horrible luck and whenever im like “perfect i can go back to writing” something else pops up 🥲

BUT i did just recently see skz in NY so i just really really wanna get back to writing things and im hoping life doesn’t throw anything else at me rn 😭

[gamerwoo]

hi popping in to say i didnt fall off the face of the earth and i didn’t just ditch or anything, i wanna get back to posting, i’ve just been going through a lot of stuff thats made my motivation to do most things very very very bad lmao but i’m alive and i’ll be posting stuff again soon okay ily 🫶🏼

[gamerwoo]

hii i just came across your werewolf bang chan fic and binge read it and im obsessed!! how often do you update with new chapters?

i was trying to update once a week but life has been a bit stressful lately so it's been less frequent. my goal is at least once a month lmao

[dailyminchan]

[97-liners]

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