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Lucas: Tough

Anonymous asked: I know requests aren’t open, but like when they are I request you write Lucas mates exactly how you want (put me first on the waiting list)

Characters: Lucas x female reader (featuring Renjun, Jeno, and Kun)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, way too much fluff and crack but it wouldn’t be a Lucas fic without it, only veeeeery slight angst like it’s barely there

Word count: 6,638

Summary: Lucas looks like the stereotypical player. He gets attention from boys and girls alike, and he’s quite the smooth talker. But he’s the biggest softy anybody would ever meet. A stark contract to you, who looks like you’ll murder anybody who just looks at you the wrong way, and you absolutely would which is why you don’t really have any friends. But there’s something about this tall idiot that starts blabbering to you in at least three different languages that makes you hate one less person on campus.

a/n: I may or may not have stolen a couple lines from some old 5sos videos bc uh they fit perfectly w the dynamic for Lucas and his mate lmao (thanks, Star)

Truthfully, yes, Lucas liked the attention. It wasn’t because he liked being openly flirted with, he just liked having people around and trying to make new friends. He was probably too friendly for his own good, as people seemed to mistake his happy and open personality to be him flirting back. That was how he got his title as being a player and a fuckboy. But he wasn’t, he just liked people!

His pack always wondered why he didn’t just date somebody. He had plenty of options since he could get just about anybody he wanted, and he had lots of affection and love to spare. He was always talking about how he wanted somebody of his own to hold and coddle, but he never actually asked anybody out.

But he was waiting for ‘the one’. The person that would change his entire world as soon as he laid eyes on them. That would make his heart race and his eyes only look at them. He was waiting for his mate.

Unfortunately, he had yet to find them.

Renjun and Jeno sat in the library where they watched Lucas from a different table where their pack brother had yet to notice them. Instead, he was surrounded by various girls, one of which, they could tell was was heavily flirting with him from the way she leaned toward him when she giggled and touched his arm constantly.

“I’ll never understand it...” Jeno said, shaking his head as he scrunched up his face when the girl repeated her same flirting technique again.

“What, that so many girls will throw themselves at him?” Renjun guessed with a scoff. “I don’t get that, either.”

“No, how he can just...put up with it,” Jeno clarified. “Doesn’t dealing with all of that constant flirting and getting hit on get really annoying?”

“It’s Yukhei, he loves attention,” Renjun rolled his eyes.

Which was why they were surprised when Lucas straight up ignored all the attention for somebody who wasn’t giving him the time of day. They watched as Lucas did a double take, watching as some girl walked by the table. She had a sour look on her face as she passed the girls all there for the same reason: to hit on Wong Yukhei. But the two boys burst into loud laughter as Lucas put his large hand over the giggly girl’s face and gently pushed her away as she was speaking to him before he got up and walked around the crowd of women to follow after the other girl.

Of course, the laughter and snorting caused the group of girls to glare over toward Jeno and Renjun, but they didn’t even care. But they also were unsure as to why exactly Lucas had gone after some girl when he was waiting to--

Renjun and Jeno exchanged looks, all laughter dying down.

You were a loner of sorts. Being an exchange student, most people didn’t really talk to you. You didn’t mind it since you’d rather be left alone, anyway. You didn’t really like people, and you preferred being by yourself. Maybe that was why you couldn’t help but make a face as you walked passed a large group of girls that were giggling at what you could only assume was a guy -- and judging from the things you’d heard all over campus, it was this Lucas guy.

You didn’t know who he was, you just knew he had like, 3 different names, and everybody loved him. That fact alone made you not like him at all -- especially if he was really the reason for all of these giggling girls gathering in the library.

A tap on your shoulder brought you from your irritated thoughts, turning and ready to chew out whoever it was that was bothering you. However, once you looked up into the eyes of the tall boy in front of you, your mouth just hung open, the harsh words you were ready to spit at him completely lost on you now.

“Hi!” he grinned warmly like you were old friends. “I’m Lucas.”

‘Oh, fuck no,’ was all you could think.

You had no idea what was happening to you. You’d never just suddenly felt so...so... You didn’t even know how to describe how you felt looking at Lucas. You’d never felt it before, though. Was he really just that beautiful or something?

And were you still standing there gaping up at Lucas like an idiot?

Finally, you collected yourself enough to shake your head and break the weird trance you were in because of the tall boy in front of you. You swiftly turned away from him and walked away without saying anything, leaving Lucas watching you leave with a curious expression and a cocked head, looking like a puppy.

Seeing the whole thing, Renjun and Jeno walked over, Jeno clapping a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

“That’s _____ _____,” Renjun told him, recognizing you from the dark clothes, the eyebrow piercing, and the fact that he’d bumped into you once and you sneered at him. “She’s kind of...”

He let his voice trail off, not wanting to insult his brother’s mate even though, well, you were kind of a bitch -- at least, that’s what you let everybody think.

“So she’s a little grumpy,” Jeno shrugged, patting his brother’s shoulder while Renjun rolled his eyes at the obvious understatement, “she’ll come around eventually. She has to, right?”

And just then, they turned their heads toward you as you stomped back over to them, shoved a torn piece of paper into Lucas’s chest, and stomped away again as you grumbled to yourself in a language they couldn’t understand. The three boys’ eyes went straight to the paper as Lucas unfolded it to see a phone number scrawled on it.

Lucas’s face broke into a wide grin as he let out a squeal of a laugh.

“A lot sooner than I thought,” Jeno mused.

-

Now that Lucas had met you, finding you was easy. All he had to do was follow the imprinting pull, and there you were! But he also had to learn to control himself, because he tried to go find you at 2am because he wanted to see you, and Kun had to all but tie him to his bed.

The next few days were all the same. You were suddenly seeing Yukhei everywhere, and he would start talking to you in a variety of languages. Some of them, you couldn’t even understand. He wouldn’t even let you get a word in, either. He would just start spewing word vomit, and then he’d immediately leave with reddened cheeks only to come find you again after the next class. You weren’t sure how he was finding you or what was going on, and you still had no idea why your heart fluttered whenever he came around or why you just wanted to reach out and hold his giant dumb hand.

It took all week for the conversation to not be one-sided, but it was only because something in you snapped and couldn’t take the feelings bubbling up inside you whenever you saw Lucas. He had walked up to you and started babbling in what you could only assume was a Chinese language, but as he turned to leave like he always did, you reached out and grabbed onto his wrist. But instead of something cute or sweet coming out of your mouth, you said...quite the opposite.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Lucas’s eyes went wide as he turned back to face you. This was the first time he’d heard anything come out of your mouth, and despite it being words that weren’t the most polite, it was like hearing the most amazing song for the first time ever. He wanted to hear you speak to him again.

“U-um, I said...” he trailed off, suddenly realizing he actually didn’t even remember what he’d just said, let alone if he was saying it in a language he knew you’d understand. “What did I say...?”

“You’re really weird,” you stated, your hand still wrapped around his wrist without you realizing.

But Lucas loved it. Where your skin made contact, it was like electricity for him. He even moved his hand so he could take yours, and that’s what made you realize you were still holding onto him before. But even with him holding your hand, for some reason, you didn’t want to pull away.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” he laughed warmly with a shrug. “I’m sorry for confusing you. I just really wanted to speak to you, but you kinda make me like, really nervous, so...yeah.”

Your nose scrunched, “Why do I make you nervous?”

Almost immediately, your mind went to, ‘Well, it could be the piercings or the clothes or the fact you conditioned yourself to have resting bitch face.’

‘But he’s also the size of a giant, and judging from the size of his arms, he could crush me.’

‘Valid points.’

And then you found yourself just staring at his arms through the muscle tank he was wearing.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, the happy smile still on his face, and his large, warm hand still wrapped around yours like he’d held it a million times before this, “you’re just...you!”

You peeled your gaze away from his biceps to narrow your eyes at him, “You don’t even know me.”

“Then let me get to know you.”

You laughed at the idea, finally pulling your hand out of his and trying to ignore how cold your skin felt without him touching you, “Yeah, that’s a no from me.”

“C’mon,” he said, his smile not faltering one bit, “why not just like-- Ooh! Twenty questions!”

“I don’t have time to stand here and answer twenty questions from you,” you sneered.

Still, Lucas kept smiling. You wondered if his face was broken. Or if something in his head had short circuited.

“Ten?”

“No.”

“Five?”

“You’re real persistent, huh?”

“Three!”

You groaned loudly, your head dropping back, “If I agree, will you stop bugging me?”

“Yeah!” he nodded eagerly. “Well, maybe. I don’t know!”

You sighed, figuring that was as good as you were gonna get with this guy. Running your fingers through your hair, you shifted your wait from one foot to the other as you studied the chipper boy in front of you.

“Five questions,” you stated. “That’s all you get.”

“Great!” he grinned before he turned and practically ran the other way.

“Wait!” you called after him, making him immediately stop in his tracks and turn to face you. “Where the hell are you going?”

“To pick the perfect questions!” he told you before he raced off.

You just stood there, watching him go. He was definitely something else. Still, despite his irritating persistence, you didn’t find yourself hating him. It was...weird. You kind of liked that he bugged you. You...kind of liked...him.

You felt eyes staring at you, so you turned your head to see a small group looking at you curiously. They’d actually been watching you and Lucas the whole time because nobody could believe that Lucas was not only the one flirting now, but he’d chosen you of all people to flirt with.

“Oh, fuck off,” you snapped at them before you pulled your backpacks straps tighter and stomped off to your next class -- which you were now late for, thanks to Lucas.

-

Kun walked through the door, leaving his keys on the keyring on the wall as he kicked off his shoes. The first thing he saw was Lucas sitting on the floor by the coffee table, jotting down furiously in a notebook. He’d never seen Lucas study this hard.

“What, is there an important test you didn’t study for?” the older boy guessed as he walked further into the apartment.

He didn’t sense any signs of their two youngest roommates, so he assumed they were somewhere else in the building with somebody else in the pack.

When Lucas didn’t reply, Kun walked closer to him and looked over his shoulder, “Hello? Earth to Yukhei.”

Lucas finally stopped, tilting his head back to look up at Kun, “Huh?”

When Kun finally got a good look at Lucas’s ‘notes’, he sort of understood what was happening. The pack had heard from Renjun and Jeno about Lucas imprinting -- he got a mix of congratulations and relentless teasing, especially when it was revealed who he had imprinted on -- so Kun should’ve guessed that’s what Lucas’s focus was on right now. What he still didn’t understand was why Lucas had written down a plethora of questions into his notebook. Some were more conventional, while others were just...weird.

Does she have a fear of killer clowns?

Did she ever see Phantom of the Opera and did she enjoy it?

Would she rather fight 1 horse-sized piranha or 10 piranha-sized horses?

Kun just clicked his tongue as he scanned the page that was full of questions.

Lucas covered the page with his arms like he was taking a test and didn’t want Kun getting the answers, “I’m doing something.”

“I can see that,” Kun nodded. “Care to explain?”

Lucas sighed, letting his pencil drop onto the notebook as he sat back and ran both hands through his hair, “_____ is letting me ask her five questions, and I want to make sure they’re deep enough that I can know her as well as possible.”

“And you think that knowing if she’d rather take on a giant fish or tiny horses is the way to go?” he chuckled, smoothly sitting crisscross beside Lucas on the floor.

“I’m just writing down a bunch of questions I’d ask her if I had the chance, and then I’ll narrow it down,” Lucas explained, gesturing to the paper. “The problem is, I want to know everything about her. I want to know what she’s thinking at all times and what kind of future she wants and if she’s scared of the dark and her favorite scent and--”

“Yeah, I get it, dude,” Kun laughed softly, patting his brother’s back. “You know, this is just the first step to getting to do all that. You just have to be patient and not screw this up. But you also need to remember that she feels that connection toward you, too. You’ll end up together, you just need to take baby steps, okay?”

Lucas nodded, giving a grateful smile to the older wolf, “Okay, I got it. Thanks, Kun. Also, do you mind helping me narrow it down?”

“Alright, well first thing you need to do,” Kun began, picking up the pencil and drawing a line through a question about your weight, “is never ask anybody that.”

“It’s an important question!”

“Do you wanna get hit?”

Lucas shrugged, “I dunno, depends on the situation.”

-

You didn’t see Lucas for a week. The only traces of him you saw were him smiling and waving to you when you’d see him around campus, accompanied with a cheery, “hi, ____!” that made your heart swell for a reason you still didn’t understand.

You also didn’t understand why you missed seeing him and having him talk to you, even if it was in languages you didn’t know. Part of you debated going up to him whenever you saw him, but you always forced yourself to keep walking. You also knew you had his number since he texted you ever now and then, but you didn’t want to text him first, either. You weren’t sure what was wrong with you, but you hated and loved it at the same time. It was all very conflicting.

On Friday, Lucas had decided he had the perfect five questions to ask you, so he tracked you down by following the pull. It was the end of the day, but you were still in the library where you were sitting alone at a table with a laptop open in front of you. He saw that you had both headphones in your ears, but he still strode over and sat down across from you anyway, his classic smile still stuck on his face.

When you saw movement across from you, you slowly looked away from your screen and up at the grinning boy. You tugged on headphone out, letting the bud fall and hang by the wire.

“Hi!” he chirped.

You just nodded your head in a greeting.

You then watched as he took a folded piece of paper out from his jacket pocket and placed it on the table before he opened it, “I have questions.”

You chuckled, finding the fact he actually wrote them down to be kind of adorable.

‘Since when do you find anything adorable?’

Were you possibly losing your mind? Yes.

“Alright, shoot,” you sighed as you closed your laptop and folded your hands together on top of it.

“First,” he interrupted, holding up a finger as he gave you a serious look. This was the first time he looked at you without smiling, and you couldn’t help but think that the way he looked at you with wide eyes made him look like a puppy, “you have to promise you’ll answer 100% truthfully.”

You just shrugged, “I have nothing to hide.”

But then Lucas held out his pinkie, wanting you to link yours with his, and you suddenly felt a flood of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. Reluctantly, you wrapped your pinkie around his, trying to ignore the warm feeling touching him gave you.

His smile returned, his eyes moving down to his paper when he’d removed his hand, “First question: what languages can you speak?”

“Spanish, Portuguese, Korean, and Thai,” you replied boredly, resting your chin in one of your hands.

Lucas brightened at this, “Are you Thai?”

You nodded, giving him a weird look, “Yeah... My mom’s from--”

“Me too!” he burst loud enough for people nearby to give quizzical looks and glares to the both of you.

You put a finger to your lips, and Lucas only giggled, rolling his eyes.

“How do you know Spanish and Portuguese though?” he wondered.

“Is this one of your other 4 questions?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then I don’t have to answer.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows in amusement but still didn’t seem swayed by your snappy tone. He seemed to enjoy watching you put up this tough front more than anything and you couldn’t think of why he’d possibly like that.

Dramatically, he cleared his throat before continuing, “What’re you studying?”

“Astronomy,” you replied.

“Ooh, like horoscopes?” he asked excitedly, practically bouncing in his chair.

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head, “That’s astrology.”

“There’s a difference?”

You fought the smile trying to take over your face as you shook your head.

‘You’re an actual idiot,’ you thought, only to hear somebody else repeat your thoughts at the same time but in a laugh that would almost be considered...fond.

It was you. You said it out loud. You were, in fact, the actual idiot.

Lucas only smirked at you, not bothering to even tease you about your slip-up. Seeing your eyes go wide while your cheeks burned red before you quickly averted your gaze was enough for him, causing deep happy rumbles in his chest that you could barely hear -- you thought the building was making noises or something.

“What’s your favorite thing in the whole world?” he continued.

“Being left alone,” you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Lucas quirked an eyebrow, “You sure that one’s the truth?”

Your eyes shot over to him, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he giggled to himself, eyes going back to his paper.

What he didn’t tell you was that he knew very well you liked being near him. He’d seen how you were with other people, and he knew very well that if you really hated him, you would’ve scared him off before he even sat down in the chair across from you. Lucas may have come across as dumb to some people, but he was quite smart and observant, especially when it came to you.

“What’s the one thing you want to do before you die?” he asked.

The seriousness of the question took you off guard, your eyes softening as you looked at Lucas who was looking back at you with the same doe eyes. You softly bit your lip, looking down at your laptop before your eyes flashed back up to Lucas.

“One thing?” you asked, your voice quieter than it had been before.

He shrugged, “You can pick more than one.”

Honestly, he just wanted to listen to you speak more -- and he was paying close attention to every answer you gave him.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to open up to him so suddenly. There were a lot of things you wanted to do before you died, but you weren’t sure if they were ‘in the cards’ for you, so to speak. But you shook your head, remembering that Lucas was just some guy even if you did feel your insides melt to mush just being in his presence, and you didn’t like people anyway. Therefore, you did not open up to anybody.

Not even cute, tall, multilingual boys who looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I want to graduate and get my degree,” you decided with a tiny shrug, averting your eyes like you’d told him your biggest secret or something.

Lucas smiled softly, his head tilting to one side as he looked at you like you held all the stars in the sky. You glanced up at him when he stayed silent, only to see him looking at you like that, and your entire face turned red, even reaching your ears.

“Yah, stop looking at me like that!” you whined.

He only laughed softly in return, his attention completely on you instead of his paper now. He didn’t even look away as he said in almost a dreamy voice, “Last question.”

You nodded, still avoiding his eyes, “What is it?”

“Do you like me?”

Your heart skipped a beat -- Lucas heard it loud and clear with his heightened senses -- and your skin somehow burned even hotter. You suddenly felt way too exposed in every sense of the word, almost like you just knew Lucas knew what you were thinking and how you were feeling. Subconsciously, you pulled your denim jacket tighter around you.

“No...” you grumbled, but you still couldn’t look at him.

“_____,” he sang in a teasing tone, “you promised not to lie to me...”

Your pouty glare in response was enough answer for him, letting out a loud, deep laugh that made your heart flutter. You huffed, standing up and collecting things into your bag. Lucas stood with you, going over to your side of the table.

“Can I take you on a date, then?” he wondered, standing so close to you that your arms were just barely brushing against each other.

“You already asked your five questions,” you told him, your voice sounding more like a grumpy child to him than an intimidating tone.

Lucas wasn’t even hurt by your words as you walked away with your things, leaving the library to go home. He continued to watch you until you were out of his sight. When the doors closed, that’s when he felt his phone vibrate.

He pulled it out of his pocket, looking down to see it was from you -- he’d only texted you a couple times beforehand, but it was always him that texted first. He was shocked that this time, it was you.

In the message was your address, followed by, ‘if you’re not there at 7pm sharp, I’m not going’.

He grinned to himself before he texted back that he promised to be right on time.

-

How you ended up at an amusement park, you weren’t sure. You did think the way all the rides lit up was pretty, but you still weren’t sure why Lucas looked at you and thought ‘yeah, she’ll like an amusement park. she looks like a fun person!’

But Lucas was holding your hand right as the two of you walked through the gates, so all complaints were left in your head because you didn’t trust your voice to speak when you were so flustered.

How did a boy break you like this?

He’d already taken you on rides, and he even paid for some overpriced amusement park food, but he still insisted there was one thing the two of you had to do before the date ended: games.

“I’m winning you something,” he promised with a sure nod as he led you toward the booths. Your hand was still engulfed in his large one, towing you behind him as you tried your best to avoid touching anybody in the crowd. “What do you want? One of those giant bears? A unicorn? Oh, I think they had minions over--”

“For the love of god, don’t get me a minion,” you groaned quietly.

He chuckled, “Got it. So...standard bear is okay?”

“I can win it myself,” you grumbled, tugging on his hand as he stopped at one of those ‘test your strength’ games.

“_____--”

“I can do it!” you insisted.

“Alright...” Lucas smirked, handing money over to the man before the man handed you a hammer -- a very heavy hammer.

Your eyes widened as the hammer dropped as soon as the man let go. Both of your hands were holding it, dragging your upper body until you were bent over, still gripping the weighted mallet.

“You alright?” Lucas chuckled.

“I...got it!” you huffed as you stood up straight, dragging the hammer with you over to the target.

“You don’t look like you got it, _____.”

“Shush!”

You managed to lift the mallet over your shoulder, taking a deep breath before you swung it down as hard as you could, hitting the target. But the little marker didn’t even make it halfway up the slider.

“Do you want me to--”

“Let me try again,” you insisted, turning to send a glare to your date.

He chuckled, amusement clear on his face, “You really shouldn’t...”

“I do what I want,” you muttered as Lucas handed the man more money, “I’m punk rock.”

He heard that loud and clear, bursting into loud laughter that had people passing by looking over at him -- and even some of the workers.

“You are not!” he giggled.

“Are so!” you protested.

“_____, having an eyebrow piercing doesn’t make you punk rock, and being punk rock doesn’t make you strong enough to win this game.”

It was definitely new to you to have somebody stand up to you like that. You’ve always hated people, you’ve always been upfront about it, and you’ve never had anybody tell you otherwise. Yet here was this six-foot-whatever dude who looked intimidating, was actually a fluff ball, and stood up to you like you were a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

Why did you actually find it kind of endearing?

“Fine,” you frowned, turning to face him, “you do it then.”

“No, you try again first,” he told you, waving you to go back to the game. “You might get it a little higher.”

“You just said--!”

“I said you’re not punk rock or whatever,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “but I never said you were weak. Just give it another shot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. He knew you were going to do shitty, so why was he telling you to go again -- encouraging it, even, “You’re wasting your money.”

“No I’m not.”

“But you know I won’t do it.”

“But you’re having fun trying to prove me wrong, right? And I like watching you have fun, so it’s not a waste of money.”

Your frown fell from your face, and you weren’t really sure what kind of expression replaced it. Whatever it was, it made Lucas smile so fondly that you thought his eyes were actually going to turn into big, red, cartoon-y hearts.

So you turned back to the game, put the hammer over your shoulder, and swung it down with whatever strength you had left in your body -- even grunting because that apparently makes you hit harder according to every boy in your high school gym class. While the marker didn’t hit the bell -- not even close -- it did go higher than last time. You had to admit, you felt a little smug.

“See?” Lucas grinned, clapping like you’d actually done something.

You huffed, turning back to face him again, “Just get over here and get the showing me up part over with.”

When he strolled over to you, he actually looked cocky -- and kind of hot, but you refused to feed into that thought. He paid the man again before taking the hammer from your hands, holding it like it weighed nothing.

“Let me show you how it’s done,” he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, going to stand where he had to watch you. It was obvious he was flexing as he readied the hammer to be swung down, but you caught yourself falling for the trap and staring blatantly. Lucas noticed from the corner of his eye, smirking to himself.

Lucas swung the hammer down, sending the marker soaring up to the bell until it rung so loud that it kind of hurt your ears -- you had no idea what it did to his, but all he did was wince.

The man handed him one of the large panda bears, handing it over to Lucas who proudly walked over to you and handed it to you.

“His name is Xuxi,” he told you as you wrapped your arms around its large stomach.

“Huh... Sounds familiar,” you said in a tone that had a hint of teasing.

“Good name, right?”

You just shrugged, hiding your blushing face against the bear’s head as Lucas put an arm around your shoulders, “I-it’s alright...”

-

After the date, Lucas hanging around you was typical. Even holding your hand and putting an arm around you was normal. He hadn’t kissed you or hugged you or anything, but he did small touches like that, and you blushed just as hard every single time.

He’d also taken you out a couple more times. It was actually nice hanging out with Lucas, and you found yourself planning other times to hang out over the three weeks that passed since the first date.

[Yukhei]: can I take you out again soon?

[You]: yeah, when?

[Yukhei]: idk when’s good for you??

[You]: thursday?

[Yukhei]: can’t

[You]: friday?

[Yukhei]: thursday to monday is bad

[Yukhei]: and probably wednesday just to be safe

[You]: ??? why

[Yukhei]: heat

[You]: uh??? what

[Yukhei]: did i not tell you i go into heat then??

You were sitting in the library, procrastinating by texting Lucas. But nobody noticed when you lowered your phone away from your face and stared at nothing in particular with confusion written all over your face. Going into heat? What, was he some kind of dog all of a sudden?

[Yukhei]: ......

[Yukhei]: wait

[Yukhei]: i didn’t tell you about that yet

[Yukhei]: can you come over when you’re done?

You let out a sigh, collecting your things into your bag to leave. You figured this was all probably nothing -- probably just another lame joke he was trying to play -- but you left the library to go to his apartment anyway. You’d been there once or twice, so you remembered where it was, and you knew he had roommates there so nothing would happen.

The first time he ever invited you over, you threatened to pepper spray him, and one of them laughed when Lucas told them the story.

You made the 45 minute walk to Lucas’s apartment, going right up to his floor. Before you could even knock, he already had the door open as if he had been waiting for you or something.

“So?” you asked as you stepped through the door.

“Okay, so,” he began as he closed the door, but he began in a completely different way than you expected, “when a werewolf goes into heat, it means that--”

“What?” you asked, cutting him off as you looked up at him like he was going insane.

“What?” he asked innocently.

Your rubbed your face with your hands a few times before you finally dropped them to your side, “Literally nothing you just said to me makes any sense, Lucas. Is this another dumb joke of yours because it’s really awful.”

“I don’t-- ...Ohhh...” you watched as realization filled his eyes. “I didn’t tell you the werewolf thing, did I?”

“Where the fuck did you get ‘werewolves’ from?” you asked.

“From...me,” he shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes, not following at all, “What?”

Lucas didn’t see the point in making a big deal out of this, especially when he thought he’d told you already. Maybe he’d dreamed it or something, but he thought you knew about it. Still, he didn’t see the point in beating around the bush or trying to make it some big thing. He wanted to just tell you and get it out of the way so you’d know everything about him and how he felt about you.

“Yeah, I’m werewolf,” he shrugged again like it was nothing at all.

You stared at him for a beat of silence before snorting and shaking your head, “Are you sure you’re not confusing a word in the Korean language for something else? Do you know what you’re saying to me?”

“Yes, I know what I’m saying,” he nodded. “I can say it in Mandarin or English if you’d like.”

You frowned, “You promised not to speak in languages I can’t understand.”

He couldn’t help but giggle at your expression, shaking his head, “Do you want me to prove it to you instead?”

He found it amusing the way you warily eyed him up and down.

“How...?”

Lucas put his hands on your shoulders, bringing you to stand by the door as he backed up to the center of the room. You watched as he started to shake a little bit before his eyes melted from brown to gold, and his fingernails started extending into long claws. Your eyes widened, backing up toward the door, but hitting something much softer instead.

“Oh, I’m sor-- Yukhei, what the fuck are you doing?!” Kun cried, running toward his brother and throwing himself on him to stop him from shifting.

The two boys landed on the floor beside the coffee table, Lucas letting out a soft, “Ow...”

You were frozen in place, unsure of what was happening at all. It was like your brain just completely stopped working, blinking and barely breathing being the only things you could do.

“I can’t leave any of you alone for an hour,” Kun huffed as he got to his feet before he reached down to help up his brother. “Seriously, what the hell are you thinking?!”

“_____ didn’t believe me!” Lucas whined, gesturing to you. “You didn’t have to throw me on the floor...”

Kun turned to look at you with an expression that looked like he was trying to think over things before he looked back at Yukhei, “Were you...explaining everything...?”

Lucas nodded, “Yeah, kinda.”

Kun let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he hit himself in the forehead, “God... I guess I’m the idiot that wasn’t thinking, huh?”

“Is somebody going to explain what’s going on?!” you finally burst.

The two boys looked over to you like they were just now remembering you were there. Kun quietly excused himself, slipping passed you and out of the apartment before Lucas slowly made his way over to you, golden eyes still on full display as he smiled his same Lucas smile.

“I already told you,” he laughed softly, taking both of your hands in his -- the claws were gone now, and you made sure as you lifted them up to inspect closely. “And I need to tell you because that means you’re my mate.”

Your eyes snapped up to his face, “What?”

“I imprinted on you,” he said nonchalantly. “You know what that means, right? I had to Google it the first time I heard it because--”

“Yes, Yukhei, I know what it means,” you told him quickly, your eyes closing as your brain finally tried to put all of this information into a coherent...thing. “So... Okay, I don’t know what this means, actually.”

He giggled, leading you over to the couch and sitting you down with him, keeping your hands in his, “It means I’m in love with you, _____. More than in love, actually. And I will be for the rest of our lives.”

Your heart was beating so fast and hard that you were sure anybody in the building could hear, and you felt your face burning with his statement. He loved you? ...Was that what that feeling you kept feeling was?

“Don’t overthink it,” he chuckled, being able to basically see the gears turning in your head just from the look on your face. “I can explain all the details later, I promise. All I need to know right now is if you accept me.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You closed it, trying to figure out what exactly to say to his question, but all you could think of was a question of your own.

“Why did you imprint on me?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

You frowned, realizing how weak you sounded.

Lucas didn’t seem to understand the question, cocking his head to one side, “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have you met me?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

“How could you like me?”

“I don’t. I love you.”

Your face turned a deeper shade of red as you tried to hide it without being too obvious, “Yah, don’t say that!”

“What?” he giggled, loving how he could easily get you so flustered.

“Stop teasing me!” you whined.

“That’s basically, all the fun parts, though!”

You huffed as you pulled your hands from his to fold your arms over your chest. Lucas only leaned closer to you, his head resting on your shoulder now as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Are you going to answer me?” he wondered in a sing-song voice.

“Answer what?” you grumbled.

“Do you accept me as your mate?” he batted his eyelashes this time.

You looked down at him, stood up, and marched out the door. But Lucas just stared at the closed door after you slammed it shut with eyebrows raised expectantly. He knew you all too well, and he knew exactly what was going to come next.

A knock at the door.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up to go open the door. As soon as he did, you had grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him down to you so you could press your lips to his with enough force to even take him by surprise -- and he was stronger than any human.

You could feel him smiling against your lips as he held your waist, feeling vibrations against your chest that were coming from his own in happy rumbles and purrs.

Surprisingly, he was the one to pull away, keeping his hands on you to bring you back into the apartment.

“I still don’t know what you meant when you said you’ll be busy next week,” you told him as he closed the apartment door.

“Ah...” he let out a nervous laugh, “don’t worry about it for now.”

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