Moonlust: Fragile You (1/7)
summary: Wonwoo didn’t expect to find out that you, one of his long time best friends, was his mate. The only thing that was stopping him from actually telling you that the both of you were mates, was the fact that you vowed to him that you wouldn’t fall in love with another werewolf, even if they were your mate. He understood what you meant and why, remembering all of the events that happened in the past with your ex.
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a/n: this story might be a little different than the others, because it does include mental abuse and harsh words that lead to the reader mentioning triggering topics like depression and anxiety. (just a heads up before you read the rest of the story)
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It was quiet as you were sitting in your bedroom, waiting for your best friend to appear at your window like he said he was. The stars seemed to have shine brighter in the sky as you looked up at it from your window and its beauty managed to capture your eyes for a moment, up until you jumped in fright by the time that your eyes landed on the individual that was now at your window, grinning at you sheepishly until you spoke up.
“You’re late.”
His grin immediately leaves his face as he playfully rolls his eyes at your words, taking a seat beside you as he lets out a breath while leaning his head on top of your shoulder. You were both sitting in silence as the night sky glimmered brightly in front of you, your breaths being the only thing filling up the atmosphere while you could feel Wonwoo smiling as his cheeks grew from a smile appearing on his face.
“You love me, Y/N, it’s not a big deal.” He says and you let out a playful scoff while shrugging his head off your shoulder as you give him a feigned look of pain.
“In your dreams, Jeon. I freaking dislike you and your stupid face,” You say smiling a bit at the banter you were initiating that was leading up to him giving you a playful smile on his face.
“If you dislike me, why didn’t you just say hate then?” He asks and you shrugged a bit as you moved so that your legs were draped across his lap, the mood of the night suddenly changing as you were reminded of the words that he mentioned while you thought about your past.
“Because I don’t hate you like I hate him.”
It felt like things were winding down as you were suddenly brought back to the thoughts of your ex boyfriend, a werewolf that used the concept of werewolves and their mating bonds to manipulate you. You knew about it, because Wonwoo was the person that informed you that all werewolves went through it, but you were different because you were human.
In no way did you know what was going to happen, nor did you feel anything towards him except for falling for the charms he used on you, and you resented him for it.
“I’m glad that he isn’t here anymore, after all this time. If I ever do see him, just know that I’ll be punching him square in the face for what he did.” Wonwoo grumbles quietly and you let out a soft laugh in response while reaching up to brush your fingers through his hair.
He wanted to stick to his words, as he could hear your heart beat at a steady peace, your breathing calming him down after thinking about your ex. Wonwoo hated him for the time that he manipulated you and then left you to suffer on your own when he was gone for the aftermath, feeling as though he should’ve done more as your best friend to heal your wounds.
He wished that he could’ve done more as your mate, to make sure that you weren’t hurt in the time that you took to heal.
It was that night when he was holding you close to him and lulling you to sleep with his even breaths that he realized you were mates when he felt the sparks go off in his system. He knew that fate gifted him with you as his mate, his best friend, and he wished that he was able to tell you that freely without any restraints, but it was the trauma your ex left that prevented him from doing so.
There wasn’t a shot that he had that allowed him to tell you, which was why he came for your presence to heal him in the quiet night at your window with his head on your shoulder, fingers running through his hair softly to ease his nerves.
Just two best friends.
“Make sure you leave a mark, if you do. He deserves it after everything he’s done.”
