Enchantia High Pt.3 (JJK)
Pairing: Siren!Royalty! (Y/N) x Werewolf!Royalty!Jungkook
Genre: fluffles and angst :)
Warnings: Dark themes, curse words, mentions of death, possible mentions of sex.
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~One week before class begins~
“Lisa? What’s that in your hand?” You ask as you walk into your dorms living room, a rather extravagant setting for a school dormitory. You aren’t sure if dorms outside of Enchantia High have marble floors and grand chandeliers.
Lisa jumps rather comically at the sound of your voice “Holy shit (Y/N) we really need to put a bell around your ankle or something. You know, those little cat bells?” She sighs, placing a dramatic hand on her chest.
You merely arch a brow, walking towards her with your sights set on the paper in her hands. “What’s that?” You ask again, sitting at her side and snatching the paper from her grasp before she could even blink.
She frowns at you “Queens in training aren’t supposed to steal things from their sisters.” She sneers playfully to which you nudge her side “Princesses aren’t supposed to whine about their older sisters doings.” You retort.
Out of the five of you, you’re the oldest, hence your soon to be position of queen. Lisa on the other hand is the youngest sister so she will remain as a princess to her Kingdom.
You’ve never really been fond of the age hierarchy thing, and you doubt that you’d do any good as queen, but those are the rules and you must abide by them.
“That’s a letter sent from headmaster Dickwad, I would’ve been able to read it if it weren’t for you coming up to me and taking it” Lisa grumbles, to which you smirk and bring up your manicured hand up to her forehead.
Well, manicured is what humans and other beings would call them. In reality, Your nails are just like those of any other siren. Sharp, black, and a little too long, almost like talons.
She furrows her eyebrows “Wha-? OW!” She screamed holding her forehead in pain as you sat perfectly still. “DID YOU JUST FLICK ME?!” She roars, and you nod without a worry in the world.
“His name is Headmaster Kim, not Dickwad.” You simply state before standing up from the velvet couch, the letter in your hand as you ignore her murmurs of protest.
Headmaster Kim is in charge of the entire school, both day and night students despite the fact that he is no moon creature. He’s a werewolf, a smart man who’s earned his position as headmaster of your elite school and the personal tutor to the Jeon monarch. He’s also an advisor to King Jeon himself, which impresses you greatly.
The Werewolf Kingdom is known to be the wealthiest of all Kingdoms, and also the strongest. They’re the most respected breed in the entire world so for you, anyone who’s associated with them must have very impressive qualities.
You don’t hold the same beliefs of many other hateful sirens, if anything, you also greatly respect the werewolf kingdom. They’re at the top of the world for a reason, and you acknowledge that.
Headmaster Kim also has a son, you believe his name is Kim Namjoon. He is in your grade but is a sun student so you’ve never met him before. Our of your entire school, Kim Namjoon holds the number one spot in academic rankings. And much to the surprise of everyone in the school, the number two position belongs to you.
It bothered you at first, the fact that you weren’t number one in something that you prided yourself so highly on, but your remembered that your only in second place to one of the smartest people on your planet. That in itself made you feel pretty good about yourself.
Headmaster Kim seemed to be pretty impressed with you as well. He was weary of you at first, which you expected, but he came around to praising you highly, and he considers you to be one of the best students at his school. That being said, you don’t really understand why your sisters dislike him so much.
Maybe its because he’s a werewolf. You’ve never understood their hatred for werewolves, and they’ve never explained it to you, so you’ve stopped asking over time.
You snap back into reality at Lisa quite literally snapping her fingers around trying to get your attention. You glance back over your shoulder and smirk smugly at her because of your prior words. If looks could kill, you’d be below mariana’s trench by now.
“Maybe next time when you want to wear my shoes out to one of those obnoxious frat parties, you’ll remember that you could get flicked. I don’t need Fairy vomit all over my heels again although the sparkle would make for a great eyeshadow shade.” You remark sarcastically before soundlessly gliding back up the marble staircase.
“W-what?! How’d you know about that?! I-It was Rose who wore your shoes not me! I knew that enlarged moth was going to throw up but my reflexes weren’t quick enough damn it” Lisa pleaded and then grumbled, using her long legs to try and catch up to you. You look back at her and send her a look of ‘I know what you did’
“First of all, they aren’t enlarged moths. Fairies are a species of their own and more connected to butterflies. Rose was home with me when you went out, Jennie was wearing sandals because of her hurt ankle, and Jisoo was back at home with our mother. Got any excuses?” You ask, shaking your head at her guilty look.
“Don’t worry about it Lisa, Just stop going to those parties okay? I don’t want you mixing in with the wrong crowd.” You tell her, a sort of motherly tone thats very rarely ever heard from you.
Lisa can’t help but snort at your claim. “Wrong crowd? (Y/N), if you haven’t noticed, we are the wrong crowd. I don’t know how you constantly forget what we are considering our status but-”
“Being a siren does not mean that you are a bad person. We are not bad people. We just have a bad reputation because of stupid fairy tales.” You snap, a frown instantly gracing your face. Lisa’s eyes soften, knowing she’s hit a sore spot for you. “Right…we are good people.” She repeats, not really believing it herself.
You stay quiet but nod slowly, afraid that the conversation would turn into something far too dramatic for such an unholy hour in the morning. Sending her a small smile, you place a hand on her shoulder. “Study for school okay? I don’t want you failing any classes this year.” You tell her, your good heartened nature coming to light.
Lisa nods before looking down to the ground and walking away, leaving you to yourself. You stare at her retreating back before letting out a puff of air, your shoulders sagging as you open the doors to your room.
Your room is nothing less of extravagant. White marble floors, a King sized bed covered with silk sheets, a grand walk in closet, again, you aren’t sure of other dormitories have such amenities.
Despite all the luxuries of your room, your automatically head over to your small desk at the corner of the room which is right beside the huge windows. Windows with curtains, that is.
You wouldn’t dare allow those curtains to ever be pulled back, you hate the sun with a passion.
You sit down at the desk and let your eyes roam around the paper, reading the letter from the headmaster word per word. You can’t help the small gasp that echoes through the room, and you peak over at your water bottle to see the water inside shaking as if there were a miniature earthquake inside the bottle.
The day and night classes are merging together?! You can’t believe it, so your eyes run over the paper again and again and again. The words printed in black and white don’t magically change like you childishly hoped they would.
They stay there, permanently etched as a new rule in your school.
The day and night classes are merging, and theres nothing you could do about it. “I was in the bathtub and the water spilled out everywhere before I could even get the bubbles in, whats wrong?” You hear Jisoo say as she barges into the room, scaring the living hell out of you.
Ah right, such a wretched curse you were born with. Myth has it that the siren with the strongest powers (Born once every two centuries) is born with the curse of controlling water. Yes, it sounds cool, but for someone like you who has zero knowledge on controlling those powers, its terrible.
The curse consists of your emotions being the factor that changes water. Thats why when you were shocked by the content of the letter, water all around you shook around.
You doubt that the myth is even correct. You are by no means the strongest siren of the next two centuries, and you have a firm belief that the curse is given to the unluckiest sirens every two centuries. Only then would it make a bit more sense to have cast itself on you.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you look over at Jisoo. “Maybe Lisa was right, we should all put bells on each other.” You say, placing a hand on your chest much like your younger sister did moments ago. Jisoo smiles at you, shaking her head jumping on your bed, sprawling out like a starfish on top of it.
“Spill, tell me whats wrong. I didn’t get out of using my new shimmer body wash just to hear you complain about my quiet walking.” She says.
You furrow your dark brows. “Shimmer body wash? Why would you need that? Our bodies already shimmer.” You state, confused by the redundancy of it all. Jisoo rolls her eyes at you “It has a strawberry scent and makes pink bubbles. Thats all that matters.” She tells you.
You shrug at the seemingly useless product and turn back to your desk, taking the paper and throwing it at Jisoo. She catches it with ease, and you slump a little in your seat.
“Read that, I think Headmaster Kim has lost his mind.” You say before remaining silent so she could read. Its only a few moments later that you hear her own gasp, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. “Does he want a full out war to start? Sun and night classes merging together? What is that idiot thinking?” Jisoo asks, a sneer on her lips her gaze on the paper hardens.
You frown, pushing your excessively long hair out of your face. “I don’t know, but I don’t think sharing classes with Jimin end well.” You say, dreading the situation entirely.
Jisoo scoffs, a hateful look on her face. “What? Do you think our dear brother hates us that much that he’d start problems with us at school?” She asks, and you know better than to answer.
Park Jimin, Prince of mermaids, and your half brother. You and him share the same father, it was your mother who seduced the then King of mermaids to sleep with her, resulting in the five of you to be born.
But of course, your mother is the queen of sirens. And not even a regular siren would let their temporary loved one survive. Therefore, she killed your father, leaving Jimin fatherless and the entire Kingdom of mermaids without a reigning King.
This led to a whole war between sirens and mermaids, sirens were winning far in the beginning even with your pregnant mother as the leader at the time. Of course sirens were winning, mermaids were not built for killing, but sirens were.
When the situation got bad for the mermaids, they enlisted the help of other supernatural beings. Those beings included werewolves, elementals, fairies, angels, the list goes on. The sirens were extremely outnumbered at that point, and had no one to back them up.
Your population faced a huge loss after the war, but luckily the five of you girls were born healthily and without a scratch. Sadly, the population of sirens decreased so much that many clans of sirens went extinct, leaving only a few hundred sirens left in the entire world.
Its a chilling history that would forever leave an even worse impression of sirens.
“We haven’t seen him in years Jisoo. I don’t think he’ll try anything with us. In fact, I don’t think anyone will try anything with us. They will all just avoid us like the plague and spread meaningless rumors to amuse themselves while we stand there like freak shows.” You say, flashes of hurt coming across your face as the water all around you begins to become more disturbed.
Jisoo’s eyes soften at your words. “(Y/N) If you care about what others think, you’ll go crazy in the end. Instead use it to your advantage! People are scared of us! Like they should be.” She insists, to which your face contorts in displeasure.
“I don’t take pride in people being afraid of me. I never have and never will.” You tell her. She smiles sadly at you, and reaches out a hand to ruffle your hair. “You’re too good to be one of us. You know that right?” She asks before letting the smile drop from her face.
“Its like the mean siren gene skipped a generation with you and went all in with the rest of us.” She murmured, to which you shake your head. “Thats not true. We’re all good we’re just stereoty-”
“(Y/N), how many innocent men have I dragged under the sea?” Jisoo interrupts, making your mouth shut. You stay silent, a frown gracing your face at her words. “You can’t call me a good person when you know what I’ve done. And you know that I’ve liked it.” Jisoo claims.
Theres a pregnant pause in the room before you decide to speak up. “I’ve seen the good in you Jisoo, its not your fault that you-”
“There you go again breaking our genetic mold, always finding the good in people.” She says with a small giggle before standing up and placing a hand on your head. “You know I love ya right?” She asks to which you nod, still upset with your conversation. “Love you too.” You weakly say, not noticing the crumpled up letter in her clenched hand as she walks out of your room.
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-One week later, first day of school-
Firsts of everything are always nerve wracking. Today is no exception. You’re nervous. Its the first day of school, the day you’ve been dreading ever since last week.
You’re all dolled up and ready for the day.
Your black blazer is ironed to the gods, your silk undershirt is perfectly tucked into your black uniform skirt. your knee high socks are rolled up without a single crinkle, your black sky high stilettos don’t have a single scuff.
Your waist long hair is silky and smooth, your long lashes look like those of the prettiest fae, your cheeks are rosy and your skin is clear.
All in all, you look absolutely stunning, like a doll made out of the finest china or like the ideal girl any son would love to show his parents. Looking stunning isn’t exciting or new to you in any way, you’re supposed to be beautiful to the public, it’s part of the mask you wear as a siren.
Behind your pink lips are canines sharp enough to pierce through skin and muscle, Your delicate hands have nails genetically designed to be able to claw into flesh and drag people down, Your glittery doe eyes hide the darkest of sins, behind your beauty is something supposedly sinister.
Your beautiful ruse is only one mask, then comes the other. The mask where you completely lock down emotionally and become cold. Its a mask you wear more often than not, especially at home and in public.
You’ve had time to breathe a bit since you’ve entered high school because you feel comfortable with your sisters, you allow them to see the real you. You mother on the other hand is a whole other story.
At a very young age, you promised yourself that you would never grow up to be like your mother. You admit that your wants and needs as a child were probably too much for a royal siren like your mother, who’s incapable of loving anything other than sin.
You weren’t a normal- no, you aren’t a normal siren.
You do have a heart. You’ve always had a heart. Some would say that you have a heart too big for your body. Its not normal for a siren, even more so for a royal siren like yourself.
Your sisters are four girls that your mother has always been proud of since the day they were born. You on the other hand, you left a lot of room for disappointment.
At first, you were easily your mothers favorite. As the first born, you inherited the most powerful sources of powers and magic. So you had more abilities than your siblings did from the get go. You also just happened to be born with that curse that lets your emotions control water. It pleased your wicked mother to no end, to know that her eldest daughter had so much potential.
Not to mention your identical features to her own. You were the carbon copy of your mother physically, from the shade of your eyes right down to the small birthmark on your right shoulder.
Your mother was overjoyed with the sight of you, thinking that you’d grow up to be just like her and even more.
As you grew into your toddler years, your mother immediately knew something was off with you. Well, everybody knew something was off.
Siren babies and children are born to be very independent, non attached creatures. Your sisters were, they weren’t attached to their mother in any way shape or form. They didn’t necessarily love her, they just respected her. Its not like love was possible for them either way.
You aren’t like your sisters in the sense that when you wanted to be hugged by your mother because you never liked thunderstorms as a kid, they four of them would be up at the surface of the ocean, staring up at the sky and joyfully counting lightning strikes.
You aren’t like your sisters because when they bragged about taking souls, your eyes would water at the thought of the dead mans family.
You aren’t like your sisters because while they would play in the dark and murky swamps as little girls, you would always stay at your home, looking out into the far distance where you could watch the colorful coral reefs and little fish play.
You’d constantly want to hold your mothers hand, you’d cry when your sisters weren’t around, you’d cling your little arms around your mothers neck after she came home from month long trips.
She knew something was wrong with you.
You weren’t behaving like your sisters were, you were behaving like an emotionally charged little kid. Which, you were at the time. And that, is any siren mothers worst nightmare.
All sirens are technically half blooded since its impossible to mate with other sirens. The species only consisted of females.
Its very rare, but also very possible for the siren gene that controls emotion to skip its offspring and leave the child with its fathers traits.
Your mother knew damn well, that you weren’t only cursed with the water controlling, but with your stupid fathers heart. Maybe it was karma because she killed the man, but to think that her prized possession of a daughter had the heart of a mermaid was absolutely sickening.
She knew from the moment she saw your younger self collecting some ‘pretty’ shells to give her as a present that you were cursed with your fathers heart. And she absolutely loathed it.
Of course you never knew why your heart was so big. You never knew why you were co compassionate, and you didn’t even know that the whole ‘gene skipping generation’ was possible!
On some levels she did feel sorry for you, knowing that you hated yourself for not being able to commit to your role as a siren as well as the others.
But you were a future Queen, and your mother could not ignore that you were on the road to becoming one of the biggest disgraces the history of your kind has ever seen.
So she went in extra hard on you. As a little girl, your mother pushed you away from her so cruelly, she would force you to go out and kill smaller fish, she would punish you if you cried while doing it, she would force you to watch other sirens lure men and mercilessly drag them down to their depths, and if you cried, you’d get punished.
It was a rather traumatic childhood, one that you always kept to yourself because you always worried that it would cause turmoil between your sisters and your mother. Although sirens weren’t supposed to love, you and your sisters could say you all have a special bond.
But alas, your tough experiences is what built your impenetrable mask. Your ultimate weapon. Its the mask of feigning your identity.
God, You’re just a hopeless romantic who lives vicariously through characters in novels and has an aching sweet tooth. You like fluffy socks and sugary drinks, you like walking through gardens during the springtime and if you could spend every day of your life in a giant fluffy sweater, you would.
You like painting more than singing, (Although you’re a great singer, you must admit), you wish that your bothersome hair could be up in a bun all day long, you’d like to attend baking classes and you honestly despise black magic and what it stands for.
You’re the biggest crybaby ever, you have the biggest and most fragile heart out of any other person in that entire school, and you wish that people would just come up to you and talk to you without the fear of being murdered in cold blood.
That is why to the open public, you’re seen as very cold and detached. You barely speak unless you’re being spoken to, you stand with your chin held high (You’ve been trained to do so by your mother), you snap and snarl at anything that ‘sets you off’, and you’re just a traditional siren.
Just as mother trained you to be.
Those wishful thinkings of finding love and painting your wildest dreams are so deeply overshadowed by the protective walls you’ve built up, you don’t know if those dreams are still there sometimes.
But its okay, you’re okay. As long as you don’t let anybody down or hurt anybody else, you’re okay.
“(Y/N) Whats wrong? You’ve been brushing your hair for ten minutes straight?” The sound of Jennie’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look up at her through your vanity mirror, frazzled to see four pairs of eyes staring straight at you.
They all have the same uniform as you, black blazer, black undershirt, black uniform skirt, black socks, and black stilettos. Well, Lisa opted for combat boots, maybe its because sometimes she could get a bit clumsy with two human legs instead of a tail.
In order to not worry the four girls, you instantly put your brush down and stand up, whirling around to face them with a small smile. “Haha nothings wrong! Lisa and Jennie, button up your shirts, this is school we’re attending not a party.” You say, pointing out the exposed cleavages of the two younger sisters.
Jennie pouts at you “I consider it to be a party now! C’mon its the last year before your coronation and you need to let the cherry pop one day. Jeez, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long without getting someones dick wet. You’re hot and there are tons of available prey.” Jennie claims, earning a harsh elbow to the ribcage from Rose.
“Not prey! I mean handsome young bachelors!” She exclaims, correcting herself while sticking her tongue out at rose. You roll your eyes at her foolish behavior before walking over to your bed and carefully picking up your sash.
Now those damned sashes have to be the worst part of your entire uniform ensemble. Only royal students wear their sashes, so not only does it expose their status’s, but it alsp drives attention to the people wearing the sashes since theyre so flashy.
Yours in particular is so superfluously packed with gemstones and pearls, whoever didn’t know better would assume you’re an aristocratic memrmaid.
Then again, between all the gold tassels, shining diamonds, and valuable pearls, your sash very proudly states and shows your families crest. The crest of the Siren Monarch. Thats not something you’d particularly want to show off but rules are rules.
Between yourself, Jisoo, Jennie, Rose, and Lisa, your sash is the flashiest while the rest of theirs is much more understated. You wish your sash was like that that, no, scratch that, you wish you didn’t need to wear that glorified piece of fabric at all.
Despite your negative feelings towards it, you place it around your torso as stated and turn back to your four waiting sisters. “You ready?” You ask, Unbeknownst to you, they’re anxious about very different matters than you are.
They aren’t worried about pesky sun students. No, they’re worried about a certain heartbroken werewolf prince who’s hellbent on making your life hell the minute he sets his sight on you.
Nothing could’ve prepared your for your first three minutes of arrival. You don’t know what you were expecting really. The whole walk towards the main campus was bizarre to begin with since you’ve never been outside of your dorm during daytime hours.
You must say though, all night students looked comically gothic as you all made your way towards the main campus with dark umbrellas covering all of your pale bodies from the harsh rays of light.
The difference between day and night students was already so painfully obvious and you haven’t even entered the school’s main building yet. Day students had identical outfits to your own, but instead of an all black ensemble, they all wore white uniforms. And they didn’t have lace umbrellas casted over them.
If being a siren could help you out a one point in your life, it would have to be now. Because of your major sulk/self analysis session in the morning, you’re three minutes behind schedule. Therefore, you’re late, and you hate being late. You did not want to give off any bad impressions on your first day, but you suppose that you’ll have to.
Anyways, at least since people are practically pissing their pants at the sight of five sirens walking around, it gives you girls space to walk around without any having anyone intervene. Its almost nice, like theres a pathway made specially for us between the sea of people.
You guess thats a nicer way of seeing it, better than thinking of yourself as a plague anyway.
You try not to make eye contact with any day students just to avoid conflict, and you luckily manage to do so while also controlling your four very unpredictable sisters. And although you’re weary, they seem to be alert and off very other reasons. Ones you don’t seem to be aware of.
You would question them, but the far away signal of the bell makes your eye audibly twitch. Great, you’re late.
Lisa snorts by your side “(Y/N) Has your eye twitched yet? I love it when you do that shit, its like you’re a cartoon.” She says, very amused with herself as your grip tightens on the handle of your umbrella, your eye twitching again.
“I’m glad her psychotic tendencies amuse you Lisa, but we need to go. Remember, our first class is potion making with professor White.” Jisoo urges, taking Lisa by the arm before looking back at the three of you. “See you all later!”
And with that, they’re off. Now at least you’re left with Jennie and Rose, speaking of-
You look to the side, to find them gone as well. WHAT?! Suddenly all alone, and ironically at the beginning steps of the schools main building, you take a deep sigh. You pause and take a second to close up your umbrella, using an enchantment spell to make your umbrella ‘disappear’.
‘Remember to represent your monarch well today, (Y/N), everything will be fine.’ You mentally chant as you make your way up the marble staircase.
You don’t take in how truly beautiful the school is during the daytime because well, you don’t have the time.
Apparently you don’t have the time to do many things because you quickly find yourself walking straight into someone else. Okay, maybe you’re the clumsy one with human legs and not Lisa. In your defense, you’re in six inch heels and speed walking towards a classroom which you know is three floors up with no stopping.
“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You exclaim, your eyes widening when you look up at the visual god in front of you. He doesn’t say anything, but your sharp eyes take note of his clenched jaw. Oh for hell’s sake, did you already manage to piss off a day student within the five minutes of entering school?
The bump wasn’t enough to make you fall down, but his stare, no, his glare is enough to make you weak in the knees. You quickly noted that it was only you and him in the hallway, the bell already having rung two minutes ago. You bite your inner cheek, a childhood habit that only re-appears when you’re nervous.
He looks like a stone statue, not moving once and just standing there, watching your every move. If you hadn’t known any better, you would think that he’s caught under your spell or something. As a siren, you have the ability to read peoples emotions through their eyes.
Alarms sound in your head when you read his emotions. Love, Lust, and Hate. What?! Love?! Lust?! Hate?! Maybe you’re just reading him wrong…yeah that has to be it, you’re just reading him wrong! Magic has its mistakes…
But you don’t need to be a siren to read the one emotion on his face. Hate.
Its not unusual to get that emotion off people. Hate is a very common feeling when it comes to your kind. People don’t like you, you’re very aware. Mothers all around the globe always teach their children to stay away from sirens from a very young age. You wouldn’t be surprised if this very handsome nameless guy grew up hating sirens too.
With that note in mind, you wearily bow your head. You’re awfully different from the way others have described you, thats for sure.
“I’m sorry but I need to be getting to class so.” You don’t wait for the end of your sentence before speed walking away, the clicks of your heels resounding through the empty hallways.
Then you hear footsteps, ones that matched up to your own speed. ‘He’s only going to class’ You reasoned, but you were so so wrong.
Your wrist is suddenly taken into his own hand, and you let out a small squeak at the sudden contact. Its a burning sensation that sears through your exposed skin, and you gasp. Why does his touch feel so painful?!
Not having the time to rip your hand away, he turns you around so you’re facing him. Because of your height difference, he bends down a bit to get to your eye level.
He doesn’t look mad. He’s practically seething like the flames of hell are inside of him. And he’s supposed to be a sun student?!
“I’ve waited seven years, You broke my fucking heart, and you have the audacity to pretend you don’t know me?” He asks, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing with hate. You’re confused, veryyy confused.
“W-what?! seven years?!” You ask, your very sturdy walls very easily crumbling at your feet at the sight of this random guy. What the hell is going on?!
His touch still burns, and you hiss when his grip tightens on your wrist. “You really want to play dumb with me don’t you?” He asks sarcastically, a teasing smile on his face.
To say that you’re flustered and somehow intimidated is an understatement. Sure, you’ve had people say horrible horrible things to you at your face, but not once have you ever encountered someone who put their hands on you and screamed in your face.
This is another very nerve-wracking first.
Then it suddenly clicks. You’re you for hells sake. You’re not supposed to be intimidated, this random guy is. Lord mother would’ve punished you so quickly if she saw the way you were acting right now.
Getting your ‘tough girl evil seductress’ act on, your eyes narrow and you glare right back at him, seemingly much more natural and ‘evil’ than his own glare. “Do you know what the hell I am? Are you crazy?” You ask, and to your surprise, this dude laughs.
Oh god, he’s going to kidnap and kill you or something.
“That’s cute, you know you said those words to me last time? ‘do you know what I am?’ funny, now cut the act you heartless bitch.” He spats out, his grip on your wrist getting impossibly harsher to which you whimper in pain.
If it were any other regular touch, you’re sure that you could’ve feigned being at ease, but its the fact that his touch burns you as well that is driving you insane. If that weren’t enough, the fact that you’re so easily letting go of the ruse you’ve spent your entire life building is scaring the living hell out of you.
“L-Look I’m terribly sorry but I think you got the wrong girl or something! Please let me go I promise I’ll stay out of your way. I’ve never seen you before in my life!” You exclaim, all chances of you regaining the siren act tossed out the window as you expose your true self.
You don’t know what’s scarier in your frazzled mind at the moment. The look on this guys face, the way his look is affecting you, his painful hold on you, the fact that he does not look intimidated or scared of you at all, or the way he managed to break down your walls so quickly.
You don’t know what’s going on.
“You’re sorry?” He asks, his jaw still clenched but his grip on your wrist loosening. You nod quickly, biting your bottom lip and looking at him through teary eyes, showing him your dimpled cheek.
The stranger, throughout all his unexplained rage, took the time to look at you in all your expected beauty. He’s never felt more internally conflicted in his life. There you were, the love of his life, standing right in his hold.
He hated you for how you broke him, but he also loves you so so so much. So much more than you could ever imagine, and there you are, in the flesh.
You’re just as pretty as he always thought you’d be, if not just as than even more. You’re so beautiful to him, so cute and kissable, your scent is just as intoxicating as always, and your voice, even though you’re a nervous wreck, is still so melodic to him.
But then again, you broke him. You know what you did wrong, so why are you crying?! Its making him want to cry, and the pain on your wrist is translating to his body as well, so he knows what he’s putting you through.
He hates that he feels so guilty for hurting you, but you deserve it. You deserve to hurt despite how much it kills him to see you in pain. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this. But I deeply apologize if I’ve brought you any pain. I-I don’t even know your name.” You say, your watery eyes now casted downwards to avoid his hateful glare.
Curse your fragile soul. Its moments like this where you wish you were like the rest of your family, this is all happening so quick, you and your emotions can’t catch up.
He scoffs, repulsed by your behavior. How dare you claim you don’t remember him when you literally wrote him a letter talking about how much you despised him and his kind? How it’d be better for everyone if he dropped dead? Was he really so irrelevant to you that you forgot him?
“Prince Jeon Jungkook” The handsome boy sneers, entertaining your act. Your gaze snaps up to his, and he’s taken aback by how pretty you look when you cry. God, he’s whipped by you and ready to kill you at the same time.
“Prince Jeon Jungkook?” You ask in a small whisper, your gaze traveling a bit down to his very decorated sash. Your shoulders slump a bit and your head casts downwards again. “Now what on earth would you want from me? Our kingdoms aren’t-”
“Don’t turn this into some political bull crap (Y/N), this is between me and you. You know what you did.” He snaps, leaving no room for you to talk. “I don’t know what else to say! I’m sorry? I don’t even know what I’m apologizing for! I don’t want you to hurt anymore, maybe you’re confusing me for one of my sisters. If any of them did you wrong then again, I deeply apologize!” You exclaim, looking back up again and missing the way his breath hitches.
God you’re beautiful. And you’re very different from how everyone else claimed you were. He wasn’t seeing a cold and calculated being. Instead, he was seeing a girl who looked like she needed many hugs and was terrified out of her fucking mind.
That made his heart hurt, a lot.
He leans down a bit more a suddenly takes a gentle hold of your face, almost as if he were in a trance again. You gasp, and recoil from his touch, your cheeks reddening as you hold your injured wrist to your chest.
“W-what are you crazy?!” You nearly screech, extremely flustered and in a state of bewilderment. He leans back from his bent position and looks at you in curiosity.
He wasn’t going to kiss you; he was simply taking your face in his hands to observe you better. He was too far away from you to even get near kissing you anyways. Granted, he didn’t know why he did that, maybe it was just the mate pull. And touching you just felt really nice, he would admit to that much.
The way you’re reacting though, its almost like you’re a- “Look prince of the fucking world because what you werewolves are. I have never allowed any boy to ever touch me like that oh my gosh I cannot believe you touched my face like that but I will not let you, some random guy who came at me screaming at my face, just, just … . fluster me like that!” You rant, and Jungkook stares at you in awe.
You’re just so. . cute. . and you’ve never been touched by a boy before?! What!?
Before Jungkook could question you any further, you smooth down your uniform and send him a glare, which in reality, looked like a really adorable pout to him. “I-I’m going to class. Don't follow me or I’ll….I’ll make you regret it!” You ‘threaten’ before sending him one last glare and speed walking away, the clicks of your heels being the only sound in the otherwise empty hallway.
He stares at your retreating figure with many swirling emotions. He doesn’t know what to think, and something is scaring him. He couldn’t stay truly angry at you for more than three minutes.
Little did he know that instead of going to your first period, you locked yourself in the girl’s bathroom and pressed your back to the door, pressing your cool hands to your flaming cheeks with a pounding heart.
As fucked up as that entire situation was, someone walked up to you. And it was a boy. A cute boy. His touch hurt, but if felt good at the same time? He brought the real you out, And your heart is beating extremely fast. Oh no, is that the feeling mother always warned you about?
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