── it's hard playing wingman for ushijima when he sort of has no idea what he's doing
Not everyone could say that they’ve had a love at first sight encounter, and neither could Ushijima, until you arrived. The first thing about you that reeled him in was your playstyle on the court. He grew mesmerised as he watched every calculated step you took and the way you measured the force needed to swiftly catch the opponent off guard. Despite it being only a regular practice session, you managed to catch his undivided attention hook, line and sinker.
The thought of you weighed on Ushijima’s mind longer than he realised. When picking out his socks, he stared long and hard at a pair that was the same colour as the shirt you wore during your fateful encounter. Things reminding him of you seemed to be everywhere. Whether it was an airy laugh reaching him from the corner of the classroom or the rhythmic pattern of your footsteps as you walked down the halls each day, he couldn't help but send glances your way.
When he learned your name, the sweet-sounding string of syllables never left his mind. Things that started with the same letter as your name made his thoughts circle back to you as if he were a wheel’s barrel and his feelings a rim that kept him in a never-ending loop.
The melodic squeaking of shoes against waxed hardwood and the spikes of chatter in the gym were a perfect anchor to the waves of Ushijima’s ever-growing feelings. Perhaps the familiar lull was too great, as before he could process his own words, Ushijima muttered “I like her,” to no one imparticular.
Like most quiet sounds, the words should’ve fizzled out in the sheer amount of background noise; like a raindrop in the ocean. However, they didn’t go unheard. Tendou’s neck craned to his left in a slow turn resembling an owl, his face reflecting the pure astonishment he felt.
Ushijima blinked, realising what he had done and silently contemplated his next words.
“[Name].”
Semi asked, “On the girls’ team? It makes sense how you’ve been–”
“[NAME]? WHAT?” Tendou shrieked in many pitches higher than anyone thought he could vocalise.
Semi grimaced and silently mourned the damage to his eardrums. “Why are we yelling?”
“Is it surprising?” Ushijima furrowed his brows.
“Not really.” “YES!”
“...”
“Does she– Have you talked to her?” Semi probed.
“No,” Ushijima answered plainly.
“Like at all?”
“Not at all.”
“How long have you liked her?”
“Three months”
“Three–”
Tendou leaned his elbow on his friend’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Looks like we might have to give our Miracle Boy some help.”
“And how would you do that?” Semi raised an eyebrow.
Tendou wagged his finger in front of the setter’s face. “You doubt my great wingman skills.”
If knowing Tendou for three years taught Semi anything, it was that the redhead’s antics were best observed from afar rather than being in the middle of it.
“I wish you the best.” Semi hummed, disinterested and moved to wipe the sweat that travelled down his forehead and walk away.
“Yeah, it’ll go well when WE help him.” Tendou made a back-and-forth gesture between himself and Semi, gripping Semi’s shoulder and making him freeze from spiritual pressure alone.
“Come on, Semi-Semi, would you really think to leave him hanging like that?” Tendou poked him. “Look at his face.”
Semi scrunched his face up in thought, gaze flicking between Ushijima’s blank stare and Tendou’s knowing one, as he felt his conscience prod at him.
“Fine.” He sighed and pointed at Tendou, “But, it’s only to make sure you don’t give him any crazy advice.”
“Me? Never!”
“Sure, buddy.”
By this time, the trio’s conversation had already piqued the interest of another pair of ears in the gym. They would make sure to keep themselves updated on the third year’s Cupid mission.
₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
Ushijima did as he was advised and began expressing his feelings via gift giving since charming you through his eloquent words was, well, not possible. And he thought, what better gift to give than food? Give you food, he did.
Ushijima noticed that you bought a piece of melon bread and a small carton of juice from a nearby convenience store a few times during the week.
Early in the day, the classroom was empty save for you at your desk, and Ushijima thought it the perfect opportunity to approach. He quietly walked up to your desk and placed the food and drink, barely making any noise. As far as Ushijima knew, things were going swimmingly.
That was, ignoring the fact that you were dead asleep.
You woke up shortly after the morning bell rang to food on your desk, and you stared at it in confusion. Maybe someone forgot it there? You let it be and moved it to the corner of your desk, resolving to eat it for lunch unless someone came to claim it by the lunchtime deadline you set. After all, free food was free food.
By your deadline, no one came back for the edible treasures, and you might as well have been met with tumbleweeds. Shrugging, you opened the pack of bread and munched away.
Watching you accept his gift, Ushijima smiled softly before packing his own things to grab lunch at the cafeteria. He would make sure to thank Tendou later.
This pattern continued for the next three weeks. You came to the classroom early and exhausted from morning practice, took a nap and woke up to melon bread and a juicebox on your desk. It wasn’t every day, but it happened often enough over the time period to make you wonder just who your secret bread plug was. It was a little odd the first three times, but you started to find it pretty cute how your potential admirer made it their unofficial job to keep you well-fed. As you chowed down on the impossibly soft pastry, you tried to make a few guesses as to who it was, but drew blanks each time.
Ushijima, on the other hand, was over the moon.
“So, how’re things going with [Name]?” Tendou asked one day during an intermission in their club session.
“Good.” Ushijima gave an appreciative nod and his lips quirked into a soft smile, “She really likes melon bread.”
“You’ve just talked about the things you like? That’s a little slow for three weeks of talking, but it’s getting somewhere.” Semi spoke thoughtfully.
“We haven’t talked about that yet.” Ushijima corrected.
“Nice!” Tendou clapped. “So you learned that through being observant, that’s good.”
“What else do you talk about?” Semi asked, mildly interested.
Ushijima spoke matter-of-factly. “We don’t talk.”
Tendou paused, “Huh?”
Semi blinked. “What? But I thought…”
“So what does she say about- well, ya’know? Everything?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Why…?”
“She’s asleep when I bring the bread.”
Beat.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!”
The staggered cry throughout the gym did not come solely from Semi and Tendou. Tendou’s head whipped around to see Shirabu’s equally ruffled reaction.
“Why are you shocked?”
Shirabu coughed.
“S-So, when you talked about her being happy with the bread-” Semi stuttered.
“She smiled when she ate it.”
“I mean, you did take the advice,” Tendou added.
Semi slapped his forehead.
“Dude…”
₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
The next day, Ushijima stared at the melon bread and juicebox in his hands, conflicted. He knew that anonymously gifting you the things you liked didn’t exactly bring you closer together, but simply seeing your smile brought him more than enough satisfaction. He was happy to see you happy, whether or not he was with you.
He quietly slid the classroom door open, only to see your desk empty. Unsure of what to do, he sat at his own desk, the bread and juice staring at him like he had done to it earlier. The hushed classroom let him rifle through his thoughts without disturbance. This whole communication thing was difficult to master.
Ushijima resolved to leave the food at your desk and rethink his approach for next time.
With the door left open, you didn’t make a sound as you rounded the corner to enter the classroom. Before you actually stepped in, you watched Ushijima walk towards your desk and gently place the melon bread and juicebox like he was handling a bouquet of flowers in a glass vase.
You backtracked, waiting for Ushijima to leave the classroom for what you would assume was morning practice. After he disappeared down the hall, you tread to your desk, dumbfounded.
Your bread supplier was Ushijima?
No matter which way you put it, this was groundbreaking. However, shock wasn’t the only thing you felt in the moment. Your cheeks grew warm, and you had to smack a hand over your mouth to stop the giddy giggles that threatened to escape you.
Though you couldn't help the flushed smile that grew on your face.
He was so cute.
When Ushijima returned to the classroom, he found a small note on his desk with a small message,
‘Thanks :)
- [Name]’
After all, the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach.
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Being cursed as a werecat, Wonpil often wishes he'd been bitten by a werewolf. Instead of turning into a fearsome half man, half beast every full moon, he turns into an eight pound black house cat. What will happen one night when he gets rescued by a witch named Y/N and taken to her home?
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❑ WARNINGS — supernatural elements, female reader, mentions of: food consumption, witchcraft, some violence towards animals, violence towards humans; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
❑ CONTENT — mild angst, smut; supernatural themes, Halloween, werecreatures & witches, small town aesthetic; non idol au, supernatural au, werecreature au
❑ NOTES — This is originally from a collab I hosted once upon a time. I have redone this story a bit, updated it, given it a brand new header, changed the OC to a reader insert and reposted it since the old post won’t let me edit it. I’m getting back into Day6 lately so you can expect more content for them. Also check out this part with Sungjin, also updated and reposted. Contrary to popular belief, black cats are actually considered extremely lucky and they protect your house. So if you're looking to adopt, consider adopting a black cat. They are wonderful companions. And if you do own a black cat (or any cat for that matter) PLEASE BRING THEM INSIDE ON AND AROUND HALLOWEEN. Violence towards cats, especially black cats, increases around this holiday so please bring your furbabies inside at night, even if they don’t like it. Protect them at all costs! Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
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❑ SMUT WARNINGS: unprotected sex (do not), grinding, praise (f receiving), orgasm denial (both receiving), cum inside, somewhat rough sex (squint, you’ll see it), low-key lovemaking (cause Wonpil is soft for her), oral (f receiving), and I think that’s all. I read over this like three times to make sure but if I missed any, please let me know lol
Wonpil looked up at the sky, the soft grey clouds overhead giving nothing away for what was to come. He let out a deep sigh and looked back down as the light for the crosswalk changed, allowing the pedestrians on either side to cross safely. He followed the small crowd as he walked, continuing on his way. He chose this small town to live in because of its size and population.
He used to live in a bustling metropolis but realized that it was too dangerous for him in his current… condition.
Wonpil was a werecat and before you get any ideas, no. He does not turn into that. Unlike a werewolf which becomes a half man, half beast, Wonpil’s cat form is anything but beastly. He turns into an eight pound black house cat. The result of a curse set upon him when he was a child and was bitten by a stray cat that later turned out to be a werecat as well.
A voice brought Wonpil out of his thoughts and he turned his head slightly to see two middle-aged women looking at a cluster of papers stapled to a bulletin board, grim looks on their faces as they spoke in hushed tones. “It’s getting worse,” one woman said, to which the other woman shook her head solemnly. “Those poor creatures,” she added before the women continued on their way, giving Wonpil a chance to glance at the paper they had been studying before.
It was a collection of missing cat posters. There had to have been at least a dozen. His eyes wandered over the lost cat posters and mentions of various rewards for their safe return only Wonpil knew there would be no happy reunions. Not this time of the year. He forced himself to turn away, trying not to think of what had become of the unfortunate felines.
Halloween was barely a week away and coincidentally, so was the full moon. Wonpil’s werecat curse meant that his transformations were to start tonight. The week leading up to any full moon meant that was a week where each night after sunset, Wonpil would be forced to turn into a cat. He’d been through hundreds of transformations at this point in his life so it was all very routine.
A chorus of caws sounded overhead and Wonpil looked up to see a few ravens flying in circles and one perched on a street light. He watched as the perched bird looked down at him and made eye contact. He felt strange. As if he wasn’t looking at a bird but that was preposterous. Of course he was looking at a bird. What else would it be? He turned away and hurried down the sidewalk, pushing this strange encounter from his mind.
Finally reaching his home, Wonpil let himself into the condo, closing and locking the door behind him as he hurried into his kitchen to deposit his groceries. Shrugging off his coat, he moved to hang it up in the hall closet before returning to put away his food.
While restocking his pantry, a sharp tap on the window caught his attention and he spun around to see a raven sitting on the window sill outside his window. It peered in at him and Wonpil felt as if it was staring at him. He slowly moved closer to examine the bird closely but was startled when it tapped its beak sharply against the glass before letting out a series of caws.
Wonpil reached the window and opened it. The raven sat still, looking around and then up at him before hopping inside. Wonpil stared cautiously at the corvid, wondering why it was behaving so weird. Its gaze met his and it let out a shrill caw, ruffling its feathers. Wonpil felt a shiver run up his spine and he grabbed a nearby dish towel and began to shoo the bird away, flapping the towel at it.
The raven cawed at him, backing up as he waved the towel at it. Once it had stepped outside the window, Wonpil hurried and slammed it shut, turning the lock for good measure. The raven sat still, watching him indignantly through the glass pane. Wonpil untied the tied backs and let the curtains fall, covering the window and putting the bird out of his mind.
Once his groceries were put away, Wonpil made himself a quick snack, checking the clock and seeing he only had an half an hour left before his first transformation. He closed all the curtains in his home, checked that all doors and windows were closed and locked before sitting down on the couch to watch some television. Checking his watch, he saw it was almost time and undid the watch before setting it aside and turning off the TV. The old grandfather clock in the hallway started chiming as the hour hand hit the 7 and Wonpil took a deep breath.
He felt his body heat up, a tell tale sign of his impending transformation. He slowly got to his feet as his heart race accelerated, his breathing growing unsteady as he attempted to gain control over himself. His face began to itch as whiskers attempted to pierce their way out of his skin. He resisted the urge to scratch as his entire body started to heat up to an unbearable temperature.
He let out a low groan as he felt his anatomy shift, his plantigrade feet turning into digitigrade as he hurriedly untied and kicked off his shoes. Cracking and the sounds of bones popping could be heard as his bone structure literally rearranged itself and black fur started to grow quickly out of his skin, his body started to shrink as he transformed. He felt his canines erupt, growing in length.
His clothes no longer fit him as he dropped to his hands and knees, dropping his head low as he endured the slight pain of a tail growing from the end of his spine and his ears started to elongate and rise above his head. Still shrinking, he disappeared inside his shirt, his senses overwhelmed, Wonpil fell onto his side and just as quickly as it started, it was over. He sat up, aware that his body was no longer human. He pawed his way out of the shirt until he was free. Everything around him in his home was much larger now. He looked around before stretching, reaching his paws out in front of him.
Once stretched, Wonpil trotted over to the fireplace, hopping on the recliner next to it and then jumping onto the mantle to get a good look at himself in the mirror. He looked like he always did. A black cat with yellow eyes. A distant sound caught his attention and he flicked his ears backwards to listen. A rustling in the bushes outside his home. He hopped down from the mantle and made his way over to the front door. He meowed loudly, scratching at the wood before a sound from the bushes in the back garden caught his attention. He turned quickly, his eyes catching sight of the cat flap.
He trotted over to it and pushed through to find it was unlocked. He entered the back garden and sat on the stone steps. Peering overhead, he saw the moon and stared at it. ‘Stupid rock.’ Wonpil felt the breeze blow through his fur and a scent caught his attention. He heard rustling again and made his way to the bush to investigate. If he was lucky, maybe he’d find some dinner.
Peering inside the bush turned out to be useless as whatever was there was gone already so instead, he made his way over to his garden gate and slipped between the bars. He headed out into the night, following his instincts and his nose. A raven screamed at him from a stop sign and Wonpil arched his back, his hair standing on end in an attempt to make himself look bigger. Scarier.
The raven ruffled its feathers and took to the sky, letting out a cacophony of caws and shrieks before it flew off into the night. ‘What does that bird want?’ Wonpil asked himself as he stared after the corvid before he pushed it from his mind and continued on his way. He was starting to get hungry.
He walked and walked until he reached the town park that was settled into a cut out from the forest on the edge of town. Wonpil made his way into the park, hoping to find a mouse or something to sate his appetite. He was walking along when he came across something he hoped he’d never see whilst in his cat form. A group of teenage boys in the park at night.
Hoping the kids hadn’t seen him, he tried to sneak away but one of the boys yelled out. “Oi! Look!” he said, pointing Wonpil out. The boys immediately gave chase as Wonpil tried to get away, his sound of his paws inaudible over the sound of his heart beat. ‘Where’s the exit?’ he asked himself as he tried to flee but it was no use. He made a wrong turn and found himself in a dead end. He turned around to head back and maybe find a nice tree to climb but found his path blocked.
“I found him!” one of the boys called to his friends. Arching his back and flattening his ears, Wonpil let out a growl as the boys advanced on him. “Look at the scaredy cat,” one boy taunted while another searched the path for a handful of rocks. The boys then took turns tossing the stones at Wonpil, not trying to hit him but enough to scare him. He let out a loud yowl when one rock actually bounced off the path and hit him. The boys just laughed and continued to torment him.
‘I have to find a way out!’ Wonpil thought to himself, his eyes scanning the scene and trying to find an opening. Another rock came flying and hit him in the eye. He let out a shriek, blinded by the attack. The leader of the gang advanced on him, a sickening grin on his face. Wonpil hissed at him, following it with a series of growls. The leader only laughed and reached for him. Wonpil struck, slashing at him with his claws and injuring the kid who promptly let out a howl of pain. Wonpil took this moment of confusion among the boys to run but was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and lifted off the ground.
He hissed and growled and scratched but it was no use. He was caught. The leader of the gang glared at him. “Stupid cat!” he yelled. “Think you can scratch me and get away with it?” he said. He reached out to grab Wonpil but stopped when a soft voice called out.
“What is going on?” The boys glanced over. Wonpil too looked over to see a young woman standing at the end of the path, her large eyes looking curiously at the group. Her eyes caught sight of the cat and she immediately knew what was going on. “Stay out of this, lady!” one of the bigger boys warned.
The woman advanced on the group. “Let that poor cat go,” she said softly. The boys just laughed at her request. The woman was not smiling. “I said,” she stated, advancing slowly on the group. “Let. That. Cat. Go.” She stood only feet from the group now and Wonpil was worried she might get hurt. She was outnumbered. The boys just laughed again. “Go home, bitch,” one of the boys said. The woman smiled this time. “Oh,” she said softly. “So close,” she added before raising her hands to the side slowly.
The boys watched as a light started to emit from her. Wonpil watched the way her hair moved in the wind, her eyes shut as she started to glow brighter and brighter until she opened her eyes and what Wonpil saw next shocked him. Her eyes were white and glowing. The light emitting from her started to pulsate, slowly at first before becoming faster and faster.
“What the-” one of the boys started but couldn’t finish as a large pulse of light hit the group and knocked them back into the bushes. Wonpil thought he would be thrown with them but instead, he remained stationary in the air. He was floating where he had been previously held. He looked up to see the woman return to normal before she walked over to him, pulling the shawl she was wearing off and wrapping him in it and cradling him close. “Come on, little one,” she whispered and turned to head deeper into the park. Wonpil watched as the trees grew denser and denser before he passed out.
When he woke up the next morning, Wonpil was extremely aware of the fact he was not in his home. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. He was lying in a bed that was not his, wearing clothes that were not his own. He sat up quickly and glanced around, taking in his surroundings.
As if on cue, footsteps sounded from down the hallway, making their way to the door to the room he was in. Wonpil tensed up, fearing the worst but the door swung open and he was pleasantly surprised to see a very beautiful young woman standing before him. She gave him a kind smile, a tray in her hands.
She entered the room and set the tray on the bed next to Wonpil before standing up straight and walking over to the window, pulling back one of the curtains to throw the room into the dim light of the sunrise. “Good morning,” she said in a soft tone. Wonpil couldn’t help but feel safe in her presence and all apprehension washed away as he realized how hungry he was. He started to dig into his breakfast, stealing occasional glances at the woman.
A memory flashed before him of the night before. That same kind smile, being wrapped and cradled like a babe in her shawl, and the forest growing denser before he blacked out. Wonpil swallowed his pancakes and looked at the woman. “Uh,” he began, uncertain of what to say. “ The woman spoke before he could. “What is your name?” she asked. Wonpil scratched the back of his neck nervously.
The way he seemed nervous around you made you want to smile, stifling a chuckle as he shyly rubbed the back of his neck. As you studied him, he finally spoke, drawing you from your thoughts.
“Uh, Wonpil,” he replied. “My name is Kim Wonpil.” You smiled at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kim Wonpil. My name is Y/N,” you said, giving a slight bow of your head. “Nice to meet you, too,” Wonpil replied. ‘I guess,’ he added in his head. He started eating again before a question forced its way out of him. “Are you a witch?” he asked. You smiled and nodded again. “I am,” you admitted.
“And what about you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Wonpil looked at you with wide eyes. “M-me? Oh no, no,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not a witch,” he added. A smile spread across your face, concealing a giggle. “No, I know that,” you replied. “What I meant was, how long have you been a werecat?” Wonpil choked on his orange juice and you flicked your finger, allowing the juice to go smoothly down his throat.
“I- I’m n-not-- I m-mean, h-how did you-?” he sputtered. You held up your hand, silencing him effortlessly. “I know you’re a werecat simply because one, you don’t move and behave like a normal cat and two, I watched you transform back into a human last night.”
Wonpil suddenly felt very self conscious. You had seen him naked! Seemingly sensing what he was thinking, you smiled again.
“Don’t worry,” you said reassuringly, catching Wonpil’s attention. “I didn’t touch or look at you,” you added. “I’m a witch.” Wonpil nodded slowly. “So you didn’t see?” he asked, glancing down at his lap before looking back up to meet your gaze. You gave a mischievous grin before shaking your head.
“No, I didn’t see anything,” you finally replied, which made Wonpil feel infinitely better. The last thing he needed was an extremely gorgeous witch seeing his… assets.
“So,” Wonpil said, earning your undivided attention.
“Have you lived in town long?” he asked.
You smiled, thinking purposefully before speaking. “I have,” you answered. Wonpil thought this response odd considering the amount of time you thought about it before answering but before he could ask, he caught a glimpse of a clock and saw the time. “Oh my goodness!” he shouted, scrambling out of the bed. “I’m going to be late!” he added, rushing towards the door.
He stopped and turned to face you, finding that you hadn’t moved from your seat by the window.
“Thank you for last night,” he said softly. You smiled knowingly. “Of course,” you replied. “Feel free to come here any time,” you added. Wonpil smiled at you before rushing out of her front door. Once outside in the forest, he realized just exactly how deep in the woods he was. He ran down the path stopping to glance back at the tiny cottage nestled in a thick patch of trees and boulders.
He continued to run and run until he was out of the woods, literally, and back in town. He made his way hastily to his home and let himself in through the backdoor using his garden key. Once inside, he hurried to his bathroom and took a boiling hot shower to scrub away the dirt from his feet from running through the woods. He cleaned himself and got out of the shower, shutting off the hot water.
Once he had wrapped a towel around his waist, he glanced in the foggy mirror and checked out his reflection. His eye had a small cut underneath on his unlid but he could see just fine. The Witch no doubt cleaned his wounds and took care of him while he was passed out.
Wonpil finished drying off and got changed before heading out of his house and hurrying down the street to the bookshop where he worked. He entered through the back door, apologizing profusely to his boss who waved him off. “It’s not like we’re busy,” his boss said in a monotone voice from his office. Wonpil put on his apron, tying it on and making sure he had his necessary materials in the pockets.
Once behind the counter, he went to work counting the till and setting up his station. It was a part-time job, but the owner paid well and it was quiet. The work was tedious at times but Wonpil didn’t mind. It allowed him to read new books all the time and it was off the main road so it was never busy.
Work went by slowly at first while Wonpil cleaned the shelves and reorganized the books at the front counter. He took pride in his work, even if it wasn’t much and the owner did truly appreciate the hard work and dedication Wonpil put into the job.
Wonpil was immersed in a fantasy book behind the counter when he heard the office door close. “I’m going to run down to the bakery and pick up lunch. Do you want anything?” his boss asked. “Just a bagel and coffee,” Wonpil replied softly. “Strawberry cream cheese and a latte?” his boss asked with a half smile. Wonpil nodded and without another word, the owner left the shop to Wonpil who returned to his book, eager to see what was going to happen to the protagonist and his friends.
What felt like seconds but was more like several minutes passed when the door opened again. Wonpil knew it was too soon for his boss to be back, so he marked his place in the book and set it aside. He looked up to see a familiar face entering the shop.
“Y/N?” he asked. You looked genuinely surprised to see him there and gave him a warm smile. “So this is what you were late for?” you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice. Wonpil nodded. “Y-yes. I work here,” he said, realizing how stupid he sounded only seconds later. ‘Of course she knows you work here, idiot,’ he told himself. Luckily, you seemed amused but said nothing more before walking away from the door and started perusing the shelves.
“C-can I help you find something?” Wonpil inquired nervously. His cheeks burned as you poked your head out from behind one of the shelves. “No,” you replied playfully. Wonpil watched as you continued to shop, making your way through the sections. You passed the sections one by one; fiction, non-fiction, history, young adult, until you were nearly at the back of the shop in a section that was extremely fitting to your nature.
Occult.
“Do you need help with anything?” Wonpil asked from his place behind the counter. You turned to flash him a bright smile. “No, I've got it,” Wonpil watched as you pulled down books, opened them only to browse a few pages before snapping them shut and placing them back on the shelf. He continued watching as you repeated this numerous times before he hurried out from behind the counter and over to where you stood. He cleared his throat softly.
“Were you looking for something specific?”
You turned and smiled at him. “Something? No,” you replied. “But someone?” you asked, slowly advancing on him, forcing him to back up until the backs of his knees hit the couch positioned out of sight of the door. Wonpil glanced down at the couch quickly and back up at you as you placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down onto the sofa. You climbed onto his lap and Wonpil felt his face burn as it started to redden. “Uh,” he whispered. “I-I don’t think this is a good idea.”
You smiled at him, reaching up to cup his cheeks softly. “What’s not a good idea?” you asked softly. Wonpil couldn’t find the right words to explain why he thought you straddling him in the occult section of the bookstore he worked at was a good idea because all he could think of at the moment was the feeling of your-
A loud ringing brought him out of his trance and he saw that you were still standing by the shelf you’d been at earlier. Wonpil quickly got up and hurried up to greet whomever came into the store. A mother and her young children asked him where the children’s section was and Wonpil pointed them in the right direction before slipping behind the counter, trying to hide the growing problem in his pants. Thankfully his apron did a pretty good job of that on its own.
He glanced up as the mother and her children returned quickly, having found exactly what they were looking for. Wonpil rang their order up and told the mother her total. As she pulled the notes out of her wallet, Wonpil noticed you walking up to the counter, a rather large book in your arms. Upon meeting his gaze, you gave him a mischievous smile as you got in line behind the mother.
The mother paid in exact change and took her bag. “Thank you for coming in!” Wonpil said as they left the store, leaving him alone once again with you, the Witch.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked quietly. You set the book in your arms on the counter just as the door opened again and Wonpil looked up to see his boss had returned with a bag from the bakery and two cups of coffee. “No one robbed the place?” his boss asked jokingly as he walked past, smiling at you and offering a “good afternoon,” as he did. You returned his greeting before looking at Wonpil as his boss disappeared into his office.
Wonpil glanced down at the book and felt his blood run cold. ‘Lycanthropy and its Many Different Forms.’ He looked up at you, noticing the wide, teasing smile on your face now. “This isn’t funny,” he hissed. Your smile didn’t falter. “Could you please ring me up? I have places to be,” you asked politely.
Wonpil hesitantly grabbed the book and started to ring you up, punching in the numbers. “Unless you’d like me to stay so we can play on that couch in the occult section,” he heard you whisper in a low, seductive tone. Wonpil’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, his suspicions confirmed.
So he hadn’t imagined that. It had actually happened. Your smile widened. “Come by after your shift and I’ll take care of that,” you added, leaning onto the counter and glancing down at his apron. Wonpil set the book back down, telling you your total, if only to get you out of the shop faster. The longer you lingered, the harder it became to hide his body’s reaction. Wordlessly, you handed him a note and he gave her back her change.
“Thank you and have a nice day,” Wonpil said, trying to convey that this meeting was over. You shrugged. “You know where to find me if you change your mind,” you said, your voice cheerful, before walking to the door, opening it with a ring of the bell and stepping out onto the sidewalk.
Wonpil watched you through the window until you disappeared down the sidewalk before he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He heard a door open and he glanced over as his boss appeared, walking over and setting a small paper sack and a latte on the counter for him. Wonpil thanked him and picked up his beverage, taking a sip and then opening the paper sack to dig into his bagel.
The rest of his shift passed without incident and Wonpil left early at the insistence of his boss, giving him just enough time to get home and prepare to transform again. He was walking down the sidewalk past the park when he noticed the kids from last night loitering around the entrance of the park. He felt his blood boil as he glared at them, particularly the leader.
“Hey!” Wonpil shouted when he was close enough and the kids all looked at him, confusion written on their faces. “What do you want?” the leader asked as Wonpil approached them. Wonpil didn’t stop until he was in the leader’s face. “You think it’s funny to attack and torture cats? Is it fun to hurt innocent animals for no reason?” he asked in a low tone. The kids looked at him, eyes wide with shock.
“N-no,” the leader said softly as Wonpil advanced on him, clearly much older and bigger than the bully. “Then pick on someone your own size from now on or the Witch in the woods will get you,” he barked. He glanced around before adding, “ALL of you.” He then continued on, knocking past the kids and heading for his home, a sense of justice blanketing him.
Once he was inside the safety of his home. He locked the doors and this time remembered to latch the catflap. While he was preparing for his evening, a thought crossed his mind. ‘You know where to find me if you change your mind.’ Your words rang in his mind and he found himself unlatching the catflap. ‘It’s not because I want to sleep with her,’ he told himself. ‘I just felt safe in her cottage.’
Though deep down, he knew it was partly because he actually did want to sleep with you,
Wonpil’s transformation that night was the same as it had been the night before. Once he freed himself from his now too large shirt, he headed for the catflap and out into the night. He took extra care, making sure no bullies were around as he headed into the park and ran to the forest, making his way to the path that would lead him to the Witch’s house. He trotted along the path until the familiar cottage came into view. Outside in the garden, he saw your figure as you went about your business.
He slowly approached until he was at the edge of her garden. He saw you tense up and turn slowly. When your eyes caught sight of him, Wonpil saw your shoulders visibly relax, a smile spreading across your face.
“You came back,” you said softly as Wonpil made his way over to where you knelt in the dirt. He meowed at you and gently, you reached down to pet him, giving him a few strokes before continuing to dig around in the dirt. Next to where you knelt, a basket sat where Wonpil could see you were putting vegetables. Once you finished, you stood up, grabbing the basket and headed for her door.
You stopped briefly, turning to Wonpil. “You coming?” you asked.
Wonpil stood and ran over to her door, rushing inside before you headed in, shutting and locking the door behind the both of you. Once inside, you headed to your kitchen and started cleaning the vegetables. Wonpil jumped up into a chair to watch. “Are you just going to watch me all night?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder at the black cat. Wonpil let out another meow in response which made you chuckle. “Alright, then,” you said before going back to your work.
For the rest of the evening, Wonpil watched you work as you finished cleaning the vegetables and put them away to store. He then watched as you took the dried herbs that were hanging in the kitchen and started to grind them up. You looked over at Wonpil who watched you curiously. He hopped up onto the table and walked over to sniff the mortar in your hands. He then looked up at you.
“You want to know what I’m doing?” you asked curiously. Wonpil meowed again, his only way of saying yes.
“I’m making spells,” you explained as you grabbed a few more herbs and added them to the mortar and started grinding again. “People from the town come to me and ask me for remedies for all sorts of ailments and the like. So I make them natural remedies, or spells, as I call them. You don’t have to be a witch to make spells work,” you added, looking at the cat.
Once you finished fulfilling your orders, you sat down by the fireplace and grabbed your knitting. Wonpil jumped up onto the footrest to watch until you moved your project, patting your lap. Wonpil hesitated before jumping into your lap and curling up while you continued to knit. Wonpil fell asleep only to be woken up as you moved to stand up, cradling him in your arms and carrying him to the bedroom where you set him down at the foot of your bed and moved to change into your nightgown.
Wonpil shut his eyes in an attempt to give you some privacy but couldn’t help his curiosity and opened one eye where he could see your figure facing away from him, stripped bare. He watched as you grabbed your nightgown and pulled it on over your head, letting the material fall down to the floor. He shut his eye and pretended to be asleep as you turned and got into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin and not long after, the lights went out.
It didn’t take much longer after for Wonpil to pass out again.
Wonpil continued this routine, spending the night at your cottage before getting up to go to work the next morning then coming back to spend the night again. When you asked him one morning why he kept coming back, he told you it was because he felt safe in your house. He could be himself and not have to worry. Thankfully, you didn’t seem to mind his company either.
After the bookshop encounter, Wonpil noticed that you hadn’t made another pass at him and you stopped teasing him completely. You would never admit it to Wonpil, but his presence made you feel accepted and safe, so you obviously didn’t mind having him in your home.
The days passed and soon, it was the morning of Halloween.
The sound of birds chirping woke Wonpil from his restful state and he wearily opened his eyes. The soft sunlight from the morning passed through the partially open curtains, hitting the floor and the blankets at the foot of the bed.
Wonpil rolled over, catching a glimpse of you sleeping peacefully beside him. You were even more beautiful in the morning sun than he’d had previously thought.
As he sat up slowly, trying not to disturb your sleep, Wonpil grabbed the pair of sweats resting on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed. He slowly slipped his legs into the pants and stood to pull them up. He heard a soft moan behind him and quickly turned his head to see you were beginning to stir, slowly waking up. He watched as your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing him, your expression immediately softened.
“Good morning,” you murmured. Wonpil smiled shyly at you. “Morning,” he mumbled. His heart raced as you reached out a hand for him and he took it without hesitation, allowing you to pull him back into the bed, settling under the covers next to you and wrapping his arms around your warm figure, pulling you in close.
The two of you sat there for a moment, before you finally spoke, breaking the silence.
“Do you want breakfast?” you asked, looking up at him, one of your hands gently stroking up and down his bare back. Wonpil shook his head silently, burying his face in your hair. “No,” he said, his voice muffled. You let out a giggle followed immediately by a content sigh. “I just want to stay like this forever,” Wonpil said quietly. He felt you nod. “Me too,” you whispered, your voice soft.
Silence fell between you once more before Wonpil gently kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him again, your eyes meeting before you connected your lips with his in a soft kiss. Pulling back, you studied Wonpil’s expression. Before you could say anything, Wonpil pulled you back in for another kiss. Your hands moved, grabbing Wonpil’s shoulders, as one of your legs moved, hiking up around his waist.
The action startled him at first before it spurred Wonpil on and he responded by rolling onto his back, pulling you as he did so you were now on top of him, straddling his hips. You leaned over, reconnecting your lips in a rushed kiss which Wonpil welcomed. It was as if a fire were lit inside him, an intense burning desire settling deep within him. Wonpil’s hands grabbed the thin material of your nightgown and slowly pushed it up to your waist.
He knew by now that you didn’t wear underwear to bed and wasn’t surprised to see your naked core pressed against his sweats right above where his cock was starting to harden. Wanting you to feel all of him, Wonpil grabbed your hips and slowly moved them, grinding you against the material of his sweats. You let out a choked moan which further ignited the fire inside the werecat.
Wonpil sat up quickly, pulling the nightgown off of you and throwing it aside, leaving you bare before him. His eyes wandered, taking in your exposed skin, his hands followed, sliding up your side as you sat on him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, one of his hands sliding over your neck, the other sliding down to grab your thigh. As his eyes swept upward, his hands moved around to the back, smoothing over your skin until he cupped your backside in his hands.
Your hips moved of their own accord, rubbing against the thick material under you with each movement. Your walls clenched around nothing as your wetness seeped out, starting to coat the front of Wonpil’s sweatpants. He didn’t seem to mind however as he continued to guide your movements.
You whimpered, grinding harder against him, causing Wonpil to let out a choked moan. “D-do that again,” he breathed and you obliged, rubbing harder against him. By then, you could feel his erection through his pants and to say you wanted more was an understatement.
Without a word, you carefully climbed off him before untying the strings on his sweats and pulling them down and exposing his hard length.
You continued to pull, discarding his pants in the same manner Wonpil had discarded your nightgown, before straddling him again, this time your wet cunt meeting the smooth skin of his girth and you let out an unrestrained moan, eyes flutter shut as you rolled your hips, rubbing against the underside of his shaft.
Wonpil let out a shaky breath, hands moving up your body, cupping your breast. Your skin was burning under his hands and yet, goosebumps still erupted over your skin under his almost feather light touch.
“I need more,” you whispered, catching him off guard.
Before Wonpil could say anything, you raised your hips and, grabbing his cock with your hand, you aligned the tip with your entrance before sinking down on him. Wonpil let out a strained groan, having never felt anything quite like it. You didn’t stop until you were filled to the hilt with him. Once he was fully inside you, your movements hesitated as you waited, allowing both of you to adjust to the new feeling. Your body felt like it was on fire. The feeling was indescribable.
“Move,” you heard Wonpil whine, bucking his hips slightly. You did as he asked and slowly started to rock on him, feeling every inch of him rub against your walls. “Fuck,” you hissed, leaning over to rest your hands on his chest and slowly started to roll your hips. A deep moan left Wonpil’s lips as the head of his cock hit deeper inside you than he thought possible. “Ride me,” he urged, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers.
You didn’t need to be told twice and started lifting your hips and sinking back down on him.
“You feel so good, shit,” you heard him whimper from under you, his eyes shut. You started to move faster, ignoring the burn settling in your thighs as you bounced on him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
“Fuck, I need more,” Wonpil said before sitting up, startling you with his sudden movements.
He easily flipped both of you over so you were now on your back. He took over, thrusting into you at a much quicker pace. It would become apparent that at this rate, neither one of you would last long. You let out a loud yelp as Wonpil pushed your thighs further apart, slamming into you.
“Shit,” he gasped. “Am I hurting you?” you heard him ask from above you. You shook your head.
“No,” you answered. “Please don’t stop.” Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching under him. “F-feels so good.” Wonpil slowed only for a moment as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, a contrast to the sinful motions of his hips against yours. You could feel your wetness seep out of you, coating the insides of your thighs and spilling onto sheets beneath you, but you couldn’t find it within you to care at this point.
All she wanted was him to fuck you mercilessly until you were a mess, screaming his name as if it were the only word you knew. “Wonpil,” you moaned, drawing his attention. The werecat slowed his pace to hear what his lover wanted to say.
“Yes?” he asked softly.
“Fuck me,” you said softly. Wonpil’s brow furrowed. “Hmm?” Wonpil asked, not sure if he had heard you correctly. Had you just asked him to fuck you? Was that not what he was already doing? Was he not doing enough? Based on your body language and your reactions, he had been under the impression he was doing a pretty good job but maybe that wasn’t the case?
“I said fuck me,” you repeated. Wonpil tried to mask his insecurities with humor.
“I thought I was already doing that,” he said, the confidence in his voice a screen for how he was feeling underneath, his self-esteem plummeting but the next words out of her mouth stopped his spiral and sent him soaring instead. “I want you fuck me harder,” you clarified, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair, pushing it off his forehead. “I want you to make me scream,” you added.
Now understanding what you were saying, Wonpil smirked and wasted no time, throwing your legs over his shoulders before grabbing your hips and pounding into you hard, just like you asked of him. You let out a cry of pleasure at being fucked the way you wanted.
Wonpil felt your nails dig into his bicep as he rocked into you, and he felt he could do better. He could get a louder scream out of you than that, surely. He angled his hips, the head of his cock now hitting your sweet spot and making you scream, back arching as his hips stuttered.
‘Not yet,’ he told himself as he felt his orgasm impending. ‘I don’t want this to end.’ He slowed his hips to a deep roll, watching your face as your back arched off the sheets, eyes rolling back, and you let out a deep, wanton moan. Focusing more on your reaction to these deep rolls, Wonpil continued his slow, methodical pace until he felt his climax ebb away.
“What are you doing?” you whined, making Wonpil let out a soft chuckle. “I was about to finish,” he said matter-of-factly. “I don’t want this to end just yet,” he added. You opened your mouth to reply but your words fell short when a particularly hard thrust from Wonpil made you squeak instead. You bit into your bottom lip gently, letting your eyes flutter shut once more as the werecat continued to thrust into you sharply.
“Are you close?” you heard your lover ask. Feeling the familiar tension in your abdomen and the heat beginning to spread throughout your body, you nodded.
“Yes,” you answered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m close.”
Wonpil leaned down, crashing his lips against yours as he continued to rock into you, each stroke of his cock sending shivers of pleasure throughout your body. “Are you gonna come for me?” Wonpil whispered against your lips. With a soft whimper, you nodded, your thighs tightening around his waist as the knot in your stomach tightened unbearably before the tension snapped, your climax hitting you suddenly.
Watching you come undone under him, Wonpil let you ride it out before he chased his own high, thrusting quickly into you until his own release came and he spilled into you with a low, strained groan, painting your walls with his seed.
His arms shaking, Wonpil allowed himself to rest his head in the crook of your neck, his ragged breathing matching your own as you both tried to regain what little composure you had left.
After a few minutes, Wonpil finally pulled back to look at you, lying beneath him and looking a vision.
Your hair was a mess under your head, your cheeks flushed and your eyes glossy. There was an obvious post-coital glow to your skin and he swore right then and there that he’d never seen someone look so stunning before, so ethereal. Giving you a small smile, he leaned in once more to press his lips softly against yours in a chaste kiss.
“How are you feeling?” he asked when the two of you parted, his lips brushing against yours. You smiled back at him, a content sigh leaving your lips. “Honestly?,” you asked, your breathing still heavy. “I feel fucking great,” you continued, one of your hands moving to cup his cheek.
He leaned into your touch, his heart skipping a beat as your thumb gently caressed his cheek. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to be close to anyone like this. To be intimate and open. It was nice, to say the least.
Opening his eyes, Wonpil was met with the same beautiful creature that had been a moaning mess just a few moments before. After a few moments of staring at one another, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure and stealing a few kisses, you finally spoke, breaking the silence.
“Shall we get something to eat?”
Wonpil nodded. “Sure,” he said, leaning in to kiss her in between his words. “But I have to make a quick trip home and grab a few things,” he added. Your brow furrowed, a small pout gracing your lips, making him chuckle as he leaned in to kiss you again. “I’m coming right back,” he said reassuringly as he nuzzled his nose against yours, smiling as you let out a giggle.
His lips found yours again and he was surprised, but also not surprised, by how much he really didn’t want to stop kissing you. No one had ever made him feel this way before. He felt like he could finally open up and be himself. He hadn’t allowed himself that since before the curse. He’d spent so much time alone, he forgot how great it felt to be with someone.
Finally, after much insistence on your part, and the sounds of both of your stomachs rumbling, you convinced Wonpil to stay and eat first and then to head to his home and gather whatever he wanted to get. He watched as you got up, eyes wandering your body as you dressed slowly, making a show of it and making him chuckle.
You made your way into the kitchen, opening the wood burning stove to add more firewood. Wonpil watched from the tangle of sheets and blankets that was your bed as you stoked the fire and shut the door, adjusting the airflow so it would start heating up the cooktop.
After a few minutes of watching you work, Wonpil got up, pulling on his sweats and a shirt, walking over to where you stood and stopping behind you, pressing his lips against your head, sighing as you leaned back into him, his arms wrapping around you as you cooked.
Neither one of you said anything but there was no need to. It was as if there was an unspoken understanding between you. Wonpil felt safe even though you knew his secret and he knew yours. Nothing more needed to be said.
Sometime later, Wonpil sat with a mug of coffee in hand, his plate empty, as he watched you work your magic. The sun had finally come up fully, rays of light filtering through the forest canopy and into the windows of your cottage, dancing on the floor and over your belongings.
“Do you work today?” you asked, looking up at Wonpil over the rim of your own mug of coffee. Wonpil shook his head. “I don’t work weekends,” he answered, setting his now empty mug down. “But I really do need to get going,” he continued, glancing up as you pouted at him, making him chuckle again as he got up. “I have a few errands to run,” he added.
You watched as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over head. Your eyes swept over him, admiring his body as his shirt rode up, exposing his belly button. Wonpil looked down and caught you staring, checking him out. Upon realizing you’d been caught, you tried to hide your smile by busying yourself with your coffee.
“Do you really have to leave?” she asked, a hint of sadness to your tone. Wonpil smiled, rounding the small two person table, and leaned down, catching your lips in a kiss again. He really loved kissing you. It was becoming one of his favorite things to do.
“Yes,” he replied softly. “But I’ll be right back,” he added. “I promise.”
You nodded, leaning into him as he pressed his forehead against yours gently. “I promise I’m not dashing. I will be back later,” he reassured you before he stood upright and turned to head over to where the bed sat, grabbing his hoodie and then moving to the bench by the front door to slide on his shoes.
Once he was dressed, he headed back over to where you were still sitting at the table. “Do you want me to grab anything while I’m out?” he asked. You thought only for a moment before shaking your head and smiling up at him. “No,” you answered, reaching up to caress his cheek. He pressed another kiss to your lips before you got up to walk him to the door.
“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” Wonpil asked again as he grabbed his jacket that hung by the door, pulling it on over his hoodie and watching your face as your eyes followed his movement. Oh how you want to pull him back to your bed, strip him and keep him wrapped up in your sheets.
You shook your head again. “No,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. “Just come back to me,” you whispered against his lips. Wonpil pulled you back in for another deeper kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you closer. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, pulling back to meet your gaze.
“I’ll always come back to you,” he added before stepping out into the cool forest.
The trip home to pack a bag only took a few minutes. Once he was done, he set the bag by the front door and looked around his flat, making sure it was locked and he didn’t forget anything. He had a change of clothes, his toothbrush, and the book he was currently reading. He turned off the lights and grabbed the bag before heading out into the crisp, cool afternoon.
He wasn’t lying when he said he had a few errands. It wasn’t exactly a few though, just one. Wonpil made his way to the post office to check his P.O box. He had all his mail sent there. He didn’t want to risk anyone from his past finding him and it seemed to work swimmingly so far. Once he arrived, he waited in the relatively long line to get into the small office.
While waiting he heard something he hadn’t in years.
“Wonpil?” He turned towards the voice that had spoken and his blood ran cold. “Yeeun?” he asked, his voice shaky.
Before him stood his older sister.
She rushed over and immediately enveloped him in a hug. Wonpil froze under her touch. ‘Why is she here?’ he asked himself, trying not to panic. ‘Why now?’
Yeeun pulled back and smiled up at him. “Look at you!” she exclaimed, a beaming smile spreading across her face. “My gods, you haven’t changed one bit,” she continued, laughing as she looked him over. Wonpil smiled nervously, looking over at the line and hoping it would move faster and give him a reason to escape his sister.
“You look good,” she added. Wonpil looked back and could see that although a smile was on her face, it didn’t reach her eyes. Though he really had only himself to blame for that. He was the one who vanished without saying anything. He’d disappeared without a word to his sister or his parents.
For all they knew, he was missing and could have been dead. When they threatened to get the police involved, Wonpil knew he had to set them straight and tell them he was okay. He was safe and healthy and that he was just starting over in a new town. He kept his answers as vague as possible.
He never imagined his family would try to track him down but then again, he’d have done the same thing if it had been his sister or his mother, or his father. So he couldn’t really be that surprised, could he?
Shaking his thoughts from his mind, Wonpil focused on answering her. “Thanks,” he said softly. “What have you been up to?” she asked. Wonpil shrugged. “Just, uh, working,” he said as honestly as possible. “That’s all?” Yeeun asked, staring at him with a skeptical expression. “You’re telling me you ran away from your big fancy job in the city to work here?” she asked. “In this tiny town?”
Wonpil shrugged again. It wasn’t a good excuse and he knew it but in truth, he hadn’t been up to anything. He’d done nothing these last few years except keep a low profile. He never drew attention to himself, never made any friends. The only people he was friendly with were his coworkers and his boss. Even then, those relationships didn’t leave the shop.
Those were strictly professional relationships.
Truthfully, Wonpil had no friends here. Well, he had one now.
His thoughts of you were interrupted by his sister’s voice. “Why did you run away?”
The question was harmless enough but Wonpil was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the current situation. “I just needed space,” he answered. That wasn’t a lie, he did need space. Sure, he could have communicated that but knowing his family, they wouldn’t have given him the space he needed in the city so the idea of leaving the city, leaving his job, his apartment, his life, and starting over somewhere else, somewhere where no one knew who he was seemed like the right choice.
Yeeun didn’t seem convinced. If anything, his answer only seemed to make her more upset.
“What happened to you?” she asked, an edge of pain to her voice. ‘If only I could tell you,’ Wonpil thought. ‘Things would be so much easier.’ Yeeun approached him, stepping forward only for Wonpil to pull back a step. How could he even begin to answer that question? ‘What was wrong with him?’
He knew the answer but how could he explain in a way that wouldn’t completely out his true nature?
Noticing him pull away, Yeeun smiled sadly at her younger brother. “We used to tell each other everything,” she said. “When did that stop?” It stopped when Wonpil’s life inexplicably changed for the worse. The moment he learned of the curse and of what he was to become. That moment changed everything.
Wonpil shrugged again. “I don’t know, Yeeun,” he mumbled. “There are just some things we can’t tell each other,” he continued. He could tell his sister wasn’t buying it as Yeeun shook her head. “We’re family, Pil,” she said, reaching out to take his hand. “We’re supposed to trust each other,” she continued. “We’re supposed to share things, no matter how hard they get.” Wonpil recoiled, pulling his hand from hers. He didn’t miss the look of hurt from his rejection on her face.
“I’m sorry, Yeeun,” he said, taking another step back and trying to put some distance between them. “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I just..” he trailed off and looked away from her, his eyes noticing the children outside skipping along the sidewalk, many of them dressed for the holiday.
“Are you in some kind of trouble?” Yeeun asked suddenly. ‘Yeah, but not the kind of trouble you’re thinking of.’ Wonpil thought pitifully. “Do you need money or something?” Yeeun continued. “Cause you know mom and dad would—” Wonpil cut her off as he put on a brave face, forcing a smile. “I’m okay, Yeeun,” he said firmly. “Really. There’s no trouble. I just wanted a fresh start.”
His sister still didn’t look convinced, her brow furrowed as she studied his face, his movements.
Wonpil cleared his throat. “And, uh, if you’re here to check on me because mom and dad asked you to, would you just tell them I’m fine. Okay? I’m much better now,” he stated. Yeeun didn’t look convinced, but sensing he wasn’t going to give her the explanation she wanted, she went with it.
“If you say so,” she finally muttered. “Look, I’m staying at the inn,” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He watched as she opened her purse, pulling out a pen and paper and jotting something down before handing it to him. Wonpil hesitantly took the paper, eyes falling on the numbers scrawled on the surface. “It’s my new number,” she explained. “I’ve got my own plan with my husband,” she continued, causing Wonpil to look up.
‘Married? Yeeun’s married?’ he asked himself. There was clearly a lot he’d missed being away for so long. What else had he missed? Yeeun spoke up, catching his attention. “Let’s go get dinner tonight, my treat. And we can catch up with each other.” Wonpil was considering it. He really had missed a lot of his sister was married. He didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend when he left.
As he was on the verge of accepting, he remembered that tonight was another night of transformation and your face suddenly came to his mind. Your smile and the way you looked as you knitted peacefully in your rocking chair while Wonpil sat close by, watching you with fascination.
Wonpil suddenly shook his head. “I can’t tonight, Yeeun,” he said softly. “I have plans.” Yeeun looked hurt yet again by his rejection, her smile dropping. “And you can’t cancel them?” she asked, the pain in her voice evident now. “I’m your sister, Pil,” she replied. It hurt him to hear her so hurt and to know he was the cause but he knew he couldn’t tonight. Not until the moon was waning.
Wonpil shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I really can’t.” Yeeun looked defeated. Like she had tried her hardest, only to be blocked at every attempt. Wonpil hated hurting her like this but he knew deep down it was for the best. “Look,” he said, glancing at the door to the post office and back.
Quickly, he grabbed Yeeun and pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m really sorry for taking off the way I did,” he whispered in her ear. “Life was difficult and I needed a change. I just needed to get away from everything. I promise I’m better now,” he added.
When they parted, he gave Yeeun a genuine smile. “I love you,” he said as he backed away towards the door to the post office. Yeeun returned the smile weakly. “I love you too, Pil,” she answered. As he turned to leave, she called out to him one last time.
“Call mom, okay? She’s really worried about you. After promising he would, Wonpil gave her a parting wave and turned to enter the post office where he busied himself with getting his mail and checking it. He glanced over his shoulder to see if Yeeun was still lurking outside but was relieved to see she had crossed the street and was walking toward the town center.
Once he had sorted through his mail, Wonpil made his way back towards the forest. He checked several times to make sure Yeeun hadn’t doubled back and followed him but he didn’t see any sign of her. Relieved, he headed into the park, following the path that would take him to the cottage in the forest.
He still couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling he had and checked behind him once more to make sure he wasn’t being followed. He saw nothing and only heard the sounds of children laughing and playing in the park.
Heading deeper into the forest, he came across your cottage and his nerves were put at ease and he walked up to the door and knocked. The door immediately creaked open and Wonpil peered in. You sat in your chair, knitting away just as he pictured. You looked up as he entered, a warm smile spreading across your lips.
“Did you finish your errands?” you asked, pausing your knitting as he walked over, nodding. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. “I did,” he added before moving to the foot of the bed, setting his bag down and moving to sit on the footstool in front of her. You glanced up at him, your smile widening. “What?” you asked, noticing the way he just stared at you with a smile on his face.
Wonpil shook his head and only smiled. “What?” you asked again. Wonpil shrugged, still smiling at you without a word, his leg bouncing slightly as if he was anticipating something. “What are you doing?” you asked, setting your knitting down. Wonpil said nothing, but slid off the footstool, settling between your legs on the floor and smiling up at you.
You glanced at the clock which told you you had a few more hours before Wonpil’s transformation. Wonpil noticed you looking at the clock and looked back at your face. “What?” he whispered, getting as close as possible. “I was just calculating how much time we have,” you replied. Wonpil watched as you set your knitting fully aside so it was no longer in your lap.
“How much time before what?” he asked playfully. You smiled at him, reaching to caress his cheek. “Before sunset,” you replied. “Oh? And why would you need to do that?” he asked, trying to hide his growing smile. You settled back in your chair. “Oh, just curious,” you retorted as Wonpil’s hands disappeared under your skirt.
You maintained eye contact as you felt them slide up your legs, his arms pushing the material of your skirt up past your knees. You knew what he was doing and you knew what he would find if he kept moving. You’d planned this after he left. That morning hadn’t been enough for you.
You wanted more.
Wonpil’s hands went higher, discovering you were, again, not wearing underwear. “Do you even own panties?” he asked, half joking, half serious. “Or do you just never wear them?” His inquiry caused you to bite her bottom lip and giggle. Not waiting for an answer, Wonpil lifted your skirt and disappeared under it, lifting your legs over his shoulders.
You grabbed the fabric of your skirt, pulling it up until Wonpil’s head was free. He grabbed your hips and pulled them forward towards him, licking his lips and glancing up at you. “I hope you have nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon,” he said, his voice low. You shook your head, fingers carding through his dark locks. “Good, Wonpil said softly, lowering his gaze for a moment before looking back up to meet your eyes. “Cause I’m not going to be done for a while.”
You quickly learned he wasn’t kidding when he said that. It indeed took a couple hours for Wonpil to tease and coax you into a writhing, panting, and begging mess before he let her have you orgasm.
Wiping his lips and chin on his sleeve, Wonpil looked up at you, a devilish grin on his face as he could see you knew he wasn’t quite done with you.
Grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet, the werecat led you towards the kitchen table.
Pushing the empty basket and a few scraps of paper to the floor, he turned you around to face the table as you giggled and whispered that there wasn’t much time before he changed. “We have enough time,” he countered. “And in any case, I’m about to explode,” he continued, reaching down to grab fistfuls of your skirt and lift it up until your backside was exposed to him.
Wonpil pushed you over, pressing your chest to the table as he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and started to push them down past his hips. He took himself in his hand, giving his length a few languid strokes and was about to guide himself inside your warm cunt when there was a sharp knocking at the door.
The pair of you froze, staring at the wooden door. You glanced back at Wonpil who looked just as shocked as you did. “Are you expecting company?” Wonpil hissed to which you shook your head. “No,” you whispered as he let go of you. Quickly, you stood up straight, throwing your skirt down while Wonpil hurriedly tucked himself back into his pants.
Once the both of you were as composed as could be and the papers and basket picked up, you moved to unlock and pulled open the door. Wonpil heard you converse with someone outside but couldn’t hear who it was. He watched as you turned to look at Wonpil in shock before turning to speak to the visitor once more. She opened the door fully and in walked a face Wonpil had seen hours earlier.
“Yeeun?” he asked, quickly rounding the table and walking over to his sister. She glanced around the interior of the cottage before her eyes settled on him. She rushed to him. “What are you doing here?” Wonpil asked. “I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she replied, again glancing around the cottage, her eyes reaching you, offering her a kind smile. “I’m so sorry for intruding like this,” she added.
You shook your head, glancing at Wonpil. “It’s no intrusion,” you replied. Yeeun turned to her brother. “So this is what you meant when you said you had plans you couldn’t cancel?” she asked. Wonpil shook his head. “It’s more complicated than that, Yeeun,” he said. “How?” Yeeun asked, tearing up. “How is it so complicated that you can’t tell me, your sister?” she demanded.
You glanced between the two before looking at the clock. Wonpil caught this out of the corner of his eye. It was getting close. He needed to get Yeeun out of the house and fast. “Look, I can’t explain it right now,” Wonpil said, taking his sister’s hands and speaking directly to her. “But you can’t stay here.”
Yeeun’s eyes widened. “Are you kicking me out?” she asked. Wonpil hummed. “I don’t want to,” he said. “Then don’t! Stop shut me out,” she interrupted. Wonpil glanced at the clock. He had two minutes to get her out of the cottage before he changed. “Look, Yeeun, I can’t explain it right now and I love you, but you need to leave,” he pleaded. Yeeun pulled her hands from his and moved to sit down on the sofa.
“I’m not leaving until you explain why you couldn’t cancel your plans and why I can’t be here,” she said stubbornly as she crossed her arms over her chest. Your eyes widened and you looked from Yeeun to Wonpil as he shook his head and walked over to Yeeun and knelt in front of her.
“Yeeun, please, just trust me,” he said. Yeeun shook her head slowly. “I do trust you, but what are you hiding from me? From mom and dad? What are you so afraid of?” Yeeun asked. Wonpil started to respond but his voice caught in his throat. He glanced at the clock which said the time was 7:01. His eyes widened. You glanced out the back window of your cottage as the last rays of sunlight died, sinking below the horizon. ‘It was too late.’
“Yeeun,” he said, standing up and backing away. She stood to follow him but you caught her. “Don’t,” Yeeun said, trying to free herself but you shook her head. “Just trust,” was all you said. Yeeun turned to look at Wonpil who was beginning to change. She watched in horror as her brother transformed right before her, his body twisting and morphing into something not human. He started to shrink, slowly until he disappeared inside his clothes.
Yeeun’s eyes widened as the clothing moved and a slender black cat shimmied out of the shirt her brother had just been wearing. Yeeun looked from the black cat to you and back. “What the fuck?!” she shrieked. You led her back to the sofa, guiding her to sit down. “Sit here,” you said. “I’ll make some tea.”
A few minutes later, with a cup of tea in hand, you began to explain everything to Yeeun who sat still and listened, hanging onto your every word. Once you had finished, you sat back in your armchair, Wonpil now resting on your lap and you gave him a few pets. Yeeun stared at the cat as it fixed her with its yellow-eyed gaze. She shivered and looked away.
“So my brother turns into a black cat once a month for a week?” she asked. You nodded. “He does,” you replied. Yeeun stared, mouth slightly agape. “Huh,” was all she said before setting the teacup on the coffee table. “Interesting,” she added. “You know, if I hadn’t witnessed it for myself, I’d say you were crazy,” she said leaning back onto the sofa, a soft laugh escaping her. You joined her.
A loud shattering of glass caught both of your attention and you reacted, sitting up quickly while Yeeun yelped. Wonpil jumped down from your lap and ran over to investigate the rock now sitting on the rug. You waved your hand and repaired the window, the glass on the floor flying up and settling back in place as if the window never broke. Yeeun stared in shock before she whispered, “oh I need that in my house.”
Getting up, you walked over and peered out the window where you saw a group of teenage boys outside your home. The same ones who had been tormenting Wonpil the other day. You turned to Yeeun. “Go into the bathroom and lock the door,” you said as you hurried over to the front door, Wonpil hot on your heels. Yeeun did as she was told and got up, rushing to barricade herself in the bathroom.
You stopped at the door and reached down to pick up Wonpil, setting him on the shelf by the window. “Stay inside, please,” you whispered before opening the door and disappearing outside. He watched through the window as you walked a few yards from your door to face down the gang.
“Look boys,” one of them said. “It’s the Witch in the Woods,” he said mockingly. You said nothing as they continued to taunt and mock you. “You gonna put a curse on us, witchy?” one boy said in a singsong voice. “Oh no, she’s gonna hex us!” another shouted, followed by them all laughing.
One of the boys picked up a rock and hurled it at the house, hitting the same window again. Wonpil’s back arched as he watched the boys advance on his lover. You glanced back at the house and turned back to the boy who had thrown the stone. He held another, tossing it up lazily and catching it again, a smug expression on his face. You sighed softly.
“I just fixed that window,” you said, turning to wave your hand and fix the window again. While you were distracted, the boy threw the rock in his hand at the other window where Wonpil’s cat form could be seen. He jumped out of the way just in time as the glass shattered. You spun around to check to see if Wonpil was injured. When you couldn’t see him in the window, you turned back to the boys, your body heating up quickly as blind rage took over you.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, the whites exposed and started glowing as your whole body lifted a few inches off the ground, the edges of your clothes slowly lifting as if you were weightless. You started to float forward. The boys, unsure if this was a prank or not, looked at each other in panic. Suddenly, you body lurched forward at quick speed until you were mere inches from the boy who had thrown the rock.
Your hand shot out, grabbing him, your fingers tightening around his neck. Your face scrunched up as your rage continued to fuel your actions. “You think it’s funny?” you asked in a deep, guttural voice that Wonpil had never heard before. Your own voice was layered over it, almost as if two people were speaking at once. If Wonpil didn’t know any better, he’d be terrified.
“You think it’s fun to throw rocks at people’s homes and hurt innocent animals?” The boy stammered out an apology, clawing at your hand around his throat. One of the other boys snuck behind you and picked up another rock, clearly intending to use it to harm.
Wonpil peeked out the window just in time to see another boy throw a rock at you, hitting you in the back of the head. He let out a deep growl and felt his body grow hot. His low cat growl turned into a snarl as he leapt down from the shelf onto the floor of the cottage.
Outside, you could hear a snarling growing louder and louder from inside the cottage. All eyes turned towards the cottage to look as sounds of smashing and tearing could also be heard. A loud roar, like a panther, emitted from the house and as suddenly as it started, the sounds stopped. The forest went deafeningly silent before the front door was splintered apart and a massive humanoid creature covered in black fur clawed its way out of the broken door.
You stared in awe, dropping the boy you held by the throat as the rest of the boys clamored and scrambled away in terror as the monstrous figure advanced on them. It stood almost 7 feet tall, covered in thick black fur that glistened in the moonlight. Large triangular ears stood upright with tufts of fur at the ends. Sharp fangs, covered in saliva were exposed as the creature snarled.
It stood on two legs, claws digging into the dirt. It flexed its fingers, biceps rippling before claws extended from the tips of its fingers. It was a monstrous cat. A true werebeast and a fearsome sight to behold. Your eyes widened as it advanced on the group of terrified teens, a low menacing growl emanating from it.
The boys stared in terror at the beast as it gazed upon them with fierce, glowing, yellow eyes. It stepped forward and let out a roar that shook the ground, the trees rattling and sending owls into the sky with hoots and shrieks of fear. The boys scrambled to hurry away, running as fast as their legs could carry them as they screamed in horror.
You turned your head, glancing towards the path, watching the boys disappear into the dark before you turned to face the beast. It turned to you, no longer snarling as it bent down, in a sort of diminutive pose. You smiled, reaching up to caress the creature’s cheek.
“So you found your true form,” you said, smiling at it.
Wonpil looked down at you before looking down at himself. He was no longer a house cat but a true werecat. He didn’t know what triggered it, but he knew now that if he needed to, he could protect himself and those he cared about. The sound of birds in the distance signaled that the night had ended. Wonpil shifted slowly back as the sky began to lighten.
You pulled off your shawl and handed it to Wonpil who took it with a whisper of thanks. He tied it around his waist and the pair looked at each other before a crashing sound caught their attention. They both turned to see Yeeun making her way through the wreckage and looked up at them.
“Did I miss all the action?” she called. Wonpil let out a laugh and shook his head as he and you walked back towards the cottage to fill Yeeun in on what went down. “I can’t believe I missed seeing that!” Yeeun said as she Wonpil walked her to the door. She turned to you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Thank you for taking care of my brother,” she said, smiling, a gesture you returned. “Of course,” you replied. Yeeun turned to Wonpil and pulled him into a hug. “Now that the cat’s out of the bag,” she said and Wonpil groaned, rolling his eyes at the pun. “Don’t be a stranger,” Yeeun added, softly punching her little brother’s shoulder. Wonpil smiled and nodded. “I won’t, but please don’t tell mom and dad.”
Yeeun laughed loudly.
“Yeah, no thanks. You can have that conversation with them,” she said as she stepped outside into the woods. She waved as she walked away, heading down the path. Wonpil turned to you. He felt a pang of guilt. He’d destroyed the entrance of your cottage, the wood was splintered and there was no way to salvage it.
Not only that, but your secret was no longer a secret.
Wonpil reached out, gently taking your hand. “So,” he started. “What will you do now?” he asked, watching as you shrugged. “Move, I guess,” you said simply, looking around at the trashed cottage front entrance. “I think that’s all I can do now,” she added. Wonpil nodded. “Where will you go?” he asked.
“Maybe the mountains,” you answered, looking around. “There’s a hidden cabin up there,” you continued as you waved your hand. From under the bed, a couple of suitcases appeared, floating up, opening, and landing on the bed.
With another wave, your things started packing themselves, clothes and trinkets. With another wave, the bench at the end of your bed moved, the cushion floating off and revealing a trunk. Wonpil followed you as you continued to pack your things.
Wonpil had accepted you were going to leave but up into the mountains? So far away? Before he could stop himself he spoke.
“What about us?” he asked. He watched as you froze before turning slowly towards him. “What about us?” you repeated. Wonpil shifted nervously. Had he overthought this whole relationship? Were you not as invested in it as he was? Was he just a passing thought to you? As his thoughts spiraled, he decided to ask you a simpler question.
“What if I came with you?” he asked hesitantly.
You stared at him incredulously and initially, Wonpil thought that you didn’t want him to do that but when you spoke, he realized why you looked so shocked. “Wait,” you started, turning to face him fully. “You’d do that?” you asked. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him, it was that you weren’t sure if he would want to give up his life in town.
With a smile, Wonpil nodded. “Of course,” he said. “That’s what you do when you love someone,” he admitted. “And I already know I’m falling for you. I’d follow you anywhere.” For a moment you were silent and still before you finally crossed the room to where he stood, throwing yourself into his arms.
Wonpil caught you, holding you just as tightly while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I’d love it if you came with me,” you muttered into his neck. Relief flooded him with your admission. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. There was only one decision to make.
“That settles it,” he said softly, tightening his hold. “ I’m coming with you.”
ONE YEAR LATER
Wonpil reached the steps leading up to the cabin and kicked his boots against the steps to loosen the snow that collected in the treads of his snow boots. He glanced out over the frozen mountain lake, smiling up at the sun that beamed down, offering a small amount of warmth. Once at the door, he unlocked and opened it, stepping inside and taking his hat off. He kicked off his boots and continued further into the cabin to set the bags of groceries he’d gotten from town.
After putting them away, he removed his coat and scarf, tucking it with his gloves in the pockets of his coat before hanging it up in the hall closet. He shut the door and heard soft singing coming from upstairs. He slowly made his way up the steps and into the large room across from the landing where the door was wide open.
Peering in, he saw you sitting in a rocking chair, rocking softly as you sang a lullaby in a language he didn’t know but it was a song he’d heard you sing before. In your arms rested a bundle of blankets. Wonpil quietly walked into the room, making his way over to where you sat.
Looking up as he approached, you smiled up at him as he reached you before looking back down at the baby fast asleep in your arms. “Has she eaten?” Wonpil asked softly as he leaned down to kiss your cheek before he reached out, gently stroking the sleeping child’s cheek with the back of his finger. You nodded, continuing to sing the lullaby to your baby.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, looking at the smiling mother. You nodded again. “Yes,” you replied just as softly. “But I wouldn’t say no to some hot chocolate,” you added. Wonpil smiled and kissed your forehead. “One hot chocolate, coming right up,” he said before making his way downstairs.
While he heated up the milk on the stove, he stared out into the woods on the backside of their property where he saw several deer trudging through the snow. He heard a door shut softly and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He added the chocolate to the milk to melt it as it heated up.
He glanced up as you entered the kitchen and looked around. “Where are the groceries?” you asked. Wonpil looked back down, a smile on his face. “I already put them away,” he said. You gave him a playful glare. “We’re supposed to put them away together,” you reminded him as you walked over, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.
Wonpil smiled as he continued to make hot chocolate.
A few minutes later, the two of them sat on the covered screened in porch, looking out over the frozen lake and sipping on their hot chocolates from mugs, a large blanket resting on their laps. Wonpil smiled, letting out a chuckle as you nestled into his side, letting out a sigh of content.
“I love this,” Wonpil whispered, reaching over to pull the blanket up where it had slipped down your lap before taking another sip. “I love you,” you said as you looked up at him and smiled. Wonpil leaned over to kiss your cheek but caught your lips as you turned your head instead, making him laugh.
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