Description: By some stroke of luck, you get off the waitlist of your biology class. You’d never have guessed you’d find your soulmate there, let alone that he already has a girlfriend... Or that he comes from a fraternity of werewolves.
Warning: none
Word count: 3k
Pairing: werewolf!Jisung x fem!reader, werewolf!Hyunjin x fem!reader
A/N: Extra long chapter with lots of fluff! Stay inside while reading please!
Chapter List
Despite your every effort to give up on Hyunjin, it still hurts to see him and Jiyoung on the couch, noses touching and legs entangled.
You clutch the strap of your bag even tighter and will your feet to walk past the fraternity’s common room. You are here with a mission, and Hyunjin is not part of any of it.
At last, you make your way around the maze that is the Mu Alpha Theta house and find the door leading to your destination. You raise your fist and knock twice.
A whimper comes from the other side, so you ease the door open. Inside, you find a silver wolf lying limply on the rug.
“Goodness, Jisung!” you exclaim, running to his side. “Have you even eaten?”
He lets out another sad noise and moves only to rest his overheating muzzle on your lap.
You give him a few pats before pulling out a thermos from your bag. You open it and scoop out some of its contents with a spoon.
“Open,” you tell him.
He does so wearily and you turn the spoon over on his tongue. Jisung mulls over the food for a few seconds before his eyes light up at the taste. He sits up, wraps his teeth over the container, and tilts it back in successions to consume its contents. When he finishes, he hands you back your container and boops your arm with his nose as thanks before collapsing back onto the ground.
You laugh at his pup-ish antics and lean over to scratch his ears. That is when you hear it.
“Hyunjin-ah,” a feminine voice from outside giggles.
“Shh,” comes an equally cheery male voice. “You’re gonna wake up Jisung.”
“Whatever,” she titters. “I love you~”
“I love you too, Sweetcakes.”
Jisung feels your hand grow tense, and he lets out a whimper of concern.
His noise pulls your thoughts back to the current situation. “Ah sorry. It seems like getting over your soulmate’s a little harder than anticipated, but I’ll be fine,” you reassure him.
Jisung grunts, unconvinced.
“Hyunjin, stop it~”
You freeze up again. You can hear your increasing heart rate pounding in your head
“You really want me to?”
Giggles.
Jisung growls and gets on all fours, prepared to head towards the door to confront his fraternity brother.
“No wait, Jisung stop,” you beg, standing between him and the door. “It’s not our business to interfere. I’ve already made my decision, so there isn’t any reason why you need to go out there.”
He narrows his eyes at you and circles you a few times, ultimately forcing you back to the center of his room.
“Ji-”
You yelp in surprise as he gives your ankle a small nip, causing you to trip backwards. Instead of meeting the hard ground, you land in a pile of silver fur as Jisung nuzzles up next to you, trying to comfort your aching heart.
When you finally realize what he is attempting, you smile to yourself and bring a hand up to continue petting him. Jisung lets out a low noise of content. You let his deep breathing drown out the commotion outside, and before long, it has lulled you to sleep.
“Hi Y/N, Hyunjin,” Jisung greets as he forcibly wedges himself between the two of you and the conversation you were having. “Did you wait long?”
“No,” you answer, letting him take your bag from you. “We’re also waiting for Jiyoung anyway.”
“Her club meeting ended at 10:30. She’ll be here soon,” Hyunjin informs you two.
“Just don’t forget the rule,” Jisung says mockingly to his friend.
Hyunjin grunts and gives the shorter male a shove.
You turn to look at the entrance of Jolly Land expectantly. The two boys each won a pair of tickets to the amusement park in a school event and decided to invite you and Jiyoung. Just then, the other girl comes running and waving at the three of you.
“Hi!” she greets cheerily. “Sorry for the wait!”
Jisung steps in front of your view as she kisses Hyunjin on the cheek. "So to the park then?"
"Yeah!" Jiyoung chirps, taking Hyunjin by the arm and leading him to the front gates.
"Ew," Jisung comments jokingly.
You shrug. "It's kind of cute though."
Jisung turns his head to the side to look at you. You yourself have your eyes trained on the couple.
"Do you, um." Jisung cuts himself off. "N-nevermind."
You blink at him, curious. "What?"
“Nevermind!” he insists with scarlett cheeks.
You don’t think much of his words and go after your other friends. Once inside, a mascot greets the two of you.
“Hello there! I’m Jolly Quokka. Welcome to Jolly Land!”
“Aha thanks,” Jisung says awkwardly.
You, on the other hand, is staring starry-eyed at the giant quokka in front of you.
“Let’s take a picture together to commemorate your date!” it suggests.
“Oh, we’re not--”
“You two are so cute! You know, couples get free matching Quokka headbands! So, how long have you two been together?”
“It’s our first date!” you announce, grabbing Jisung’s hand.
The male looks at you with incredulous eyes. He can feel heat spreading across his face and to his ears.
“Adorable!” coos Jolly Quokka. “Then we most definitely have to take a picture!”
After taking the photo and Jisung being scammed into buying one, the two of you are freed to enjoy your day.
“Sorry for doing that,” you apologize once you are away from Jolly. You let go of Jisung’s hand, leaving him feeling dreadfully cold.
“I-it’s fine.” He clears his throat. “You really like Jolly Quokka don’t you?”
You bring a hand up to touch your new head band. “Yeah… it’s really cute, don’t you think?”
You’re cuter. He clears his throat again. “Well um… I guess these mark us as a couple for the rest of the day, then.”
You frown. “Does it bother you? I just wanted the headband. We can take them off for the day if you want.”
“I-it’s fine. We can keep them on. W-why don’t we, um…” He huffs a sigh, still unable to finish what he was suggesting earlier
“Pretend to be a couple for the day?” you finish for him.
“Y-yeah! I mean, there’s so many couples everywhere; I feel left out!” he blabbers before letting out a sigh and hanging his head. “Nevermind,” he says again. “It’s a stupid idea.”
"No, it's not it's not stupid. Jolly Quokka said there’s a lot of couple events today, so this could be a good opportunity to check them out. That is, only if you don’t mind either."
Oh, Jisung would be delighted. "I d-don't mind." He clears his throat and looks down at your hand. He swallows a lump in and reclaims it.
You intertwine your digit with his, and Jisung almost pees his pants.
Three rides and a bag of cotton candy later, Jisung is still swinging your hands between you two. His steps are light, clearly enjoying himself.
“What next?” he asks.
A voice over the speakers booms before you can answer. “Step on up, couples of Jolly Land!”
You turn towards the noise and see an event happening on a nearby stage. “Best Couple of Jolly Land Competition” the banner reads.
“How about that?” you point. “They say first prize gets an XL Jolly Quokka stuffed animal!”
Jisung’s stomach does a gymnastics routine upon reading some of the events on the banner, but seeing the excitement in your eyes, he is not about to say no to you. “S-sure.”
You frown at his hesitance. “Do you not want to? I understand since I’m not your real--”
“It’s fine!” Jisung cuts you off loudly. “I want to do it. I really, really want to!” He drags you onto stage, snarling every time you suggest that your participations are not in his best interest.
The two of you compete against other couples in various games like trust fall and three-legged race. You are doing pretty well and only one more game awaits.
“And the last game is a game I’m sure you all are familiar with,” announces the MC before whipping out a snack from his coat. “The pepero game!”
The rules are simple: the pair with the shortest cookie left wins but they are not allowed to touch lips. To ensure the last part, one partner is given blue lipstick and the other is given red. Any of your color on your partner’s face results in disqualification.
Jisung feels his hands growing clammy as he watches you rip open the package. Your faces are going to be just millimeters apart! Jisung wants to faint, but at the same time, he would give up his tail just to have this opportunity. Goodness, he really wants to kiss you. How can he not when you’re so innocently lifting up the chocolate stick to his mouth with your own?
“Ready?” calls the MC. “Go, Peppero!”
The fifteen seconds allotted for this game is not enough for Jisung to overcome his internal conflict. All he can think about is making purple with you, but he knows how much you want to win this game, and he isn’t sure you would appreciate the action. Somehow, for reasons beknownst to Jisung, a sly hand manages to slide on its own onto the small of your back, flushing you against him as he tilts his head 30° to the right, leaning closer, and closer, and--
“--and time!” calls the MC.
You bite off your end of the stick and step back from Jisung, smiling in content at your progress.
The MC reads off the lengths of some other couples’ peperos until he gets to yours. “1.8 cm!” he exclaims. “That puts you two in first place for this round, and with your scores from the other games, you two are the best couple of Jolly Land!”
“We did it!” you burst with glee.
The MC guides you two to the center of the stage to celebrate your win. Jisung spots some guys with their girlfriends’ color on their faces and pouts. Who’s the real winner here? Not him, apparently.
“So congratulations!” the MC says again. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” you respond, hugging your new plushy against your chest. “I really like Jolly Quokka; it’s so cute.”
“You know, Jolly Quokka’s cheeks make it look kind of like your boyfriend, don’t they?” he jokes.
“Yeah,” you agree, pinching Jolly’s cotton face. “He’s cute too.”
Jisung immediately snaps out of his sulking and looks at you with round eyes in disbelief of what he had just heard. How many times are you going to make his heart jolt like this today?
The MC laughs and comments about how adorable the two of you are. “And what do you think about your girlfriend?” he asks Jisung.
“She’s cute of course,” he answers easily. “And pretty and funny and smart.” He bore his eyes into yours as he speaks, hoping you’d feel his sincerity.
After another handful of rides, night falls and the two of you are standing behind some metal railings, waiting for the parade.
“Look! There it is!” you exclaim, squishing Jolly as you lean against the railing for a better look.
Jisung follows your finger to see a couple of people in quokka costumes twirling batons.
“The MC earlier was right,” you chuckle. “Maybe you should join the parade; you look just like a quokka.”
He swings one of his arms behind you, grabbing the railing from the other side and leans towards your ear. “But that makes me ‘cute,’ right?” he teases.
You blush, realizing how your words sound. “Please forget I said that.”
“Why? I like it; it’s flattering.”
“It’s embarrassing!”
“It’s cute. Like me.”
“Oh, shut up.”
He laughs and you turn your attention back to the parade. Despite the amount of people, the night time wind is slowly slipping under your skin. You clutch Jolly a little closer to yourself to block some of it, but still, you can’t help but shiver.
Almost as soon as you start shaking, you feel a weight on your shoulder as Jisung places his jacket around you.
“You’ll get cold!” you protest, trying to give his sweater back.
He blatantly refuses it. “All the boyfriends give their girlfriends their jackets; it’s in the movies.”
“But they don’t show the boyfriend catching a cold afterwards, which is what you’re going to get.”
“It’s okay cause you’d take care of me, right?” he rebuttals cheekily. “And you’ll make that stew like you did last time?”
“I can make you stew without you getting sick.”
“Really?” he laughs, rearranging the garment on your shoulders, “I’m holding you to it then.”
“You better not get sick,” you pout.
Ah, your pout is so adorable, Jisung can’t help but stare at it. He keeps staring even as another part of the parade passes by, making your lips part in animation at the colorful lights. Jisung is not interested in the decorated carts or drum-playing children. To be honest, he has only been able to concentrate on one thing ever since that pepero game.
The urge is so strong, and your lips are so plump, so red, so inviting.
“Y/N…” he begins, his voice barely a raspy whisper. “C-can I… can I--”
He realizes then that you aren’t hearing his words. He looks to your eyes and finds that they aren’t even on the parade anymore. He looks up and immediately finds what has stolen your attention.
On the other side of the parade is Hyunjin and Jiyoung, doing the very thing Jisung has spent all afternoon trying to accomplish.
Jisung frowns upon seeing you frowning. A little lower, and he sees your soul mark tattoo every time you lift your hand to pet Jolly anxiously. Why do you have to be Hyunjin’s soulmate? Why can’t you just be any other girl in his bio class? Why can’t you-- he looks at his own barren wrist-- be his soulmate?
“Come on,” he snaps, pulling at your hand.
You jolt out of your staring. “Where are we going?”
“Home,” he announces. “I’m tired. Let’s go.”
You follow him through the crowd wordlessly until you’re both out of the mob. “I’m sorry,” you say in a small whisper.
Jisung turns to you. “Why are you sorry?”
“I was staring at Hyunjin on what is supposed to be our date. Isn’t that why you’re mad?”
“No, I’m not mad, I’m just--” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Okay, I am mad, but not at you. I’m just irritated at the whole stupid soulmate thing! Like if it’s going to make you love someone, then shouldn’t it also let you be with them? Then if you were happily together, maybe I wouldn’t have-- Uhg, no, I’m just being selfish right now. This is all just, just so messed up. Emotionally binding you to someone you can’t be with, it’s just so messed up.”
“Jisung…” you begin, although you are unsure where to do so. “It’s okay; I’m okay, unless… there’s something more?” You look at his wrists. You have noticed that everyone in the frat but him has a soulmark. You aren’t sure it’s something he’s comfortable talking about, but you’ve also noticed him staring at yours a lot, and that it’s bothering him.
He freezes at your suggestion. You take in a long breath to gather your courage before grabbing his wrists and stroking them gently. You cock your head to the side, questioningly. Jisung bites his lips and looks to the ground.
“You’re right. There’s something more,” he confesses.
You lower his hands. “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”
“It’s fine,” he says, still not looking at you. “She, um, she’s dead. It happened when I was fifteen. It was the worst day of my life; it felt like the sun stopped shining and I was nothing but a hollow husk. My wrist burned for days and days as the mark peeled off until it was all gone.”
“I’m sorry,” you say pathetically.
“It’s okay. I got used to the feeling. And recently--” he manages a small smile-- “I’ve found something that’s been filling that void.”
“Really? What?”
“That I want to keep secret, my dear Y/N.” With a sigh, he turns around and continues walking. “Sorry to dump that sob story on you.”
“It’s alright. I’m glad you were able to talk about it.”
He smiles weakly again. Only with you, he thinks to himself. “It does feel nice to get it off my chest sometimes. Come on, let’s go”
He makes a right, the opposite direction to the subway. “Ready to go home?”
“The train is that way,” you tell him.
He smirks and lets out a howl into the night air. Before you know it, you’re dashing through town on top of your personal wolf. Jisung lets the cold air on his face clear his head and the sound of your adrenaline-filled squeals bring music to his ears.
“Did you have fun today?” he asks once you’ve arrived at your apartment.
“Yes, thank you. And thanks for being my boyfriend for the day; it made me feel less bad to see all those other couples at the park,” you joke.
He laughs lightly with you.
“And Jisung?”
“Hm?”
“Don’t worry about soulmates. There’s another soul out there waiting for you.”
Jisung smiles bittersweetly at you. He takes a couple steps closer and kisses your forehead. “Good night, Y/N.”
You watch his retreating form disappear into the night with your hand clasped over the spot he kissed. If today was any indication, whoever that soul is that’s waiting for him, you think to yourself, is very lucky.
Život mi v poslední době uštědřuje spoustu zajímavých lekcí.
Jedna z nich je, že vytěsňovat své problémy a předstírat, že neexistují, je škodlivé. Protože i když se mi podaří sobě samotnému nalhat, že jsem šťastný a nemám žádné problémy, stejně to všechno nadále hnije a zaněcuje se pod povrchem. A pak je to mnohem horší.
Další z nich je, že utápět se ve svých problémech, donekonečna je rozpitvávat a dokola přemýšlet nad věcmi, s kterými nemůžu nic dělat, k ničemu nevede, jen to nesnesitelně bolí a akorát se tím sám zničím.
Podstatné je najít rovnováhu mezi těmito dvěma extrémy. Netuším, jak se to dělá. Nevím, jestli toho někdy budu schopen. Ale myslím, že možná právě to by mohlo být tím klíčem k záchraně.
A dnes jsem zjistil, že daleko raději budu ležet ve vaně v tichu, než abych přitom poslouchal v rádiu nekonečnou sekvenci popsongů, z nichž k drtivé většině mám naprosto neutrální vztah. Byl to zvláštní pocit.
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