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Edit 15.10.23: My friend, whom this fic is dedicated to, just surprised me with lovely fanart!! I can't believe it! I'm the most spoiled person in the universe! Look at this amazing drawing of all seven main characters together! Even with the couples side by side! Ahhhhhhh! (she made drawings for each character as well; I'll post them in the last chaper of this fic!)

mood board by = @Catwha_ </>

"Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep."

–John Milton, Paradise Lost

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Supernaturals, The Secret Leaders Of Society 

Origins Of The World

1. Matings, Cleansing, Wars

Supernaturals have existed for millenia, since the beginning of time. It started with the creatures of death, all kinds of demons crawling up from hell and inhabiting earth. Succubi and incubi, crossroad demons, death demons, even the strong ones: fallen angels, living with the skin of a demon. Shortly after–the world was still a burning ball of nothing–they were followed by ghosts, wendigos and monsters that survive even in the darkest pits of hell. They don't carry names, that would only give them more power. They were destructive, impossible to tame, and slowly the potential of this new earth was going down in flames. 

Angels watched everything from above and they decided to plant a seed on earth. A seed of hope, a seed that promised new beginnings. 

And so the Cleansing began. 

A new species appeared. The angels named them humans. This species spread all over earth, but the angels didn't know that they would be fragile beings. They didn't know that they couldn't defeat the monsters. So the angels and the high-ranking demons came together–this one time in peace and not war–to make a desperately needed decision. 

Soon, demons mated with humans, just like angels mated with humans. 

New species appeared on earth. A sheer variety of new life came to be and the ancient demons and angels knew that their plan worked. These new species were a mixture of demon, angel, and human blood, and nobody could predict what that mixture would birth into this world. 

Warlocks and witches were born, harboring the powers of demons that fight with the elements of light and darkness, of the imbalances and contrasts within nature. Vampires and sirens followed, gifted with the powers of the most beautiful angels, as well as their bloodlust and greed for more than just sheer beauty, for angels were always insatiable beings even before they fell. 

Naturally, humans began to evolve as well. They grew smarter, quicker, and with the help of the other species, the monsters finally disappeared into the ether. 

The species mated among themselves, vampires and witches, sirens and ghosts, demons and warlocks… and so on. Even more species appeared, and soon there wasn't enough space on earth anymore. 

Humans started to feel jealous at the sight of the other creatures whose powers were superior in all ways. Various magic, immortality, compulsion, heightened senses, unnatural beauty, all traits that humans will never possess. 

At this point the angels had already retreated back to heaven and the high-ranking demons went back to hell. 

Humans, even if the seed they developed from was picked from the gardens of heaven, were prone to corruption, much like Adam and Eve were. On their own, they formed armies, alliances and invented weapons to fight the rest of the other species. 

Wars wrecked earth, destroyed cities, entire cultures, landscapes and nature, and after years and years of fighting, the world resembled a wasteland of nothingness–just like at the beginning of time.

Angels and demons finally noticed the state of their precious earth and came together one last time; they mated, and out of their shared blood the fae were born; beautiful like angels and cold-blooded like demons and even more cunning than both of them combined. 

They resembled the humans the most, only their unearthly perfection set them apart and their inability to lie. 

But as it was destined to be, the fae were the key to the eventual win of the supernatural beings. They deceived the humans and made them surrender. They corrupted the humans from within, led them to death and eternal suffering. They invented religion, influenced cultures and became a part of history.

However, the balance of the world was destroyed. Irrevocably so, it appeared.

With most of the human armies defeated and controlled by the other species', plants, trees and animals began to die. Nature couldn't survive without humans as the angels tied them to it. And so the most ancient angels came to earth once again, promising that this would be the last time they would ever interfere, and they put a veil over everything. A veil that made humans forget about the other species. A veil that separated them so thoroughly, both sides were forced to start anew. 

The world was split in two. 

And it will be until the end of time. 

Only an ancient being could ever be strong enough to lift the Veil. 

–Extract from chapter 1 of "Guide to the Supernatural World for Beginners, Introduction to the Origins" by Kim Namjoon, Library of the Queen of the Seelie Court, 2021 (updated version ) 

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"Fuck, do that again," Jimin breathes out, heartbeat pounding in his chest, head tossed back against the brick wall. 

"Yeah? You like that?" the man that is gripping Jimin's waist right now, his thigh pulling his legs apart, whispers teasingly into his ear. The man's hot breath is fanning over his neck, right over Jimin's scent gland. Jimin needs him to come closer and lick over it again like he did just seconds ago. 

"Mhhh," Jimin confirms, not able to form any coherent words anymore. He must have really lost his mind. Literally. He's probably brain dead or some witch decided to pour something into his coffee this morning, because this situation, this unarguably hot make out session behind the cafeteria of his college, just can't be really happening. And if he weren't brain dead then he would stop this right now. But apparently he's dumb, absolutely and incorrigibly stupid, because all he can think about is that he's so turned on his entire body is pulsating. 

"You drive me crazy," gets whispered into Jimin's ear. And then, finally, another lick over Jimin's scent gland, drawn out to savor the sweet taste of Jimin's skin on his tongue. 

Jimin's hands are touching everything he can reach: a hard, muscly back, lean waist, thick biceps, and cold, cold skin. It's so cold that it almost feels like it's burning the fingertips of Jimin's greedy hands, and, fuck , it feels so good against Jimin's own boiling hot skin. 

"You taste so fucking good, smell so good," he whispers into Jimin's ear, and then the mouth that was previously near Jimin's ear moves down and grazes over Jimin's jaw, and slowly moves even further down to his bared neck, bites and sucks the skin roughly and Jimin's imagination is all over the place. He presses himself harder against the firm body that is caging him in, and he whines sweetly, endlessly desperate for more and more. 

The grip on his waist tightens, and the leg that is pulling Jimin's thighs apart shifts a bit so Jimin can feel the hard-on in the confines of his make out partner's cargo jeans. 

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?" He grinds against Jimin and sucks his skin even more harshly between his teeth. Jimin knows for a fact that it will leave marks and that he will have to walk around with hickeys on his neck for the rest of the day, but he doesn't have the mental capacity to think about that right now. 

He's pretty sure he's wet. Slick is definitely pooling out of him right this instant, and it's all because his instincts decided to fuck him over and reduce him to a babbling mess. 

"Oh Holy Moon Goddess," Jimin moans and throws one leg over the man's hip. 

"Fuck, you really drive me crazy," the man repeats. "Even when you mention your Goddess."

And Jimin would answer the same, really. He's crazy, this is crazy and he'll probably kill himself later when he comes back to his senses. Later though, not now. Now he's just focusing on the arousal that is rushing through his veins. A bomb could explode next to him and he wouldn't even notice. 

Their lips connect again, hungry and full of desire. Jimin's hands are tugging on silky black hair, a soft tongue is pushing into his mouth and Jimin grinds down against the thick thigh pressing close to his crotch harder, needing more friction. 

Jimin is already shamelessly imagining getting fucked against this brick wall, dirty and fast with his pants pulled down under his ass, just far enough for a cock to slip between his cheeks. His face would be pressed against the wall, his back arched and a cold hand would be clutched over his mouth to suppress any sound Jimin could make. 

But he gets rudely pulled out of his fantasy when a familiar voice starts shouting his name from a distance. 

"Jiminnnn!" 

At first Jimin doesn't really react, he just keeps on kissing, grinding and moaning, but another "Jimin?! Are you here somewhere?" echoes through the air and Jimin finally, fucking finally , comes back to his senses. 

He pulls back, rips his eyes open and stares into dark eyes. 

"Fuck," Jimin curses. 

"Fuck," Jungkook repeats. 

And suddenly they both realize the compromising position they're in, how close they are, and, most importantly, who they both are. 

There's a simple, unofficial law, something that makes sense to every supernatural creature that lives on this earth, something that has existed for many reasons–it's a fact, a rule, and Jimin has always lived by that rule: Werewolves and vampires don't get along. As simple as that. 

Werewolves and vampires hate each other, despise each other, loathe each other, and they could never, ever desire each other. So, yeah, very simple. 

"Get away from me," Jimin, a werewolf, snarls, pushing Jungkook, the vampire that previously had his tongue shoved down Jimin's throat, away from him. 

Jungkook, said vampire that was giving Jimin, your local omega werewolf, hickeys like his life depended on it, immediately steps back and looks at Jimin like he's about to throw up. Perhaps he really is, Jimin wouldn't blame him, he himself feels like throwing up, too. Like throwing up and getting fucked. Yeah, the worst combination anyone can imagine. 

"What did you do to me?" Jungkook barks at him, looking at Jimin like he's the one at fault here. He says it like Jimin is some vile creature that did something to Jungkook. Ugh, Jimin hates the tone of his voice. It's so– so smooth. Yeah. Like an eel. Ew. 

(It's actually the most lovely voice Jimin has ever heard. It's as clear as the sky, which sounds cliché, but that's how it is. You'll never hear him say that out loud, though.) 

Jimin puts on the best 'I'm disgusted' expression he can muster. "I didn't do anything, you were the one who–" 

"Jiminnnnnnn!!!!" 

Jungkook and Jimin both look into the direction of the shrill voice (undeniably Hoseok) that is screaming their soul out. It's coming from somewhere behind the corner of the building, dangerously close. 

Jimin's omega picks up Hoseok's citrus scent and– oh no, Taehyung's jasmine scent as well. Fuck. 

He looks back at Jungkook, panic washing over him. 

Jungkook has an expression on his face that looks like he's seen a ghost, or like he just found out he has died and entered the afterlife, the world beyond the Veil. 

"Why are your friends screaming for you?" Jungkook whisper-screams at him. 

Jimin feigns a thoughtful expression, tips his chin with his forefinger, and then smiles a sassy yet sarcastic smile at Jungkook. "Hm, let me think… I got it! Because you pulled me away from the entrance of the cafeteria and brought me here to– to attack me! I was supposed to meet them there, but I didn't show up and Hoseok is paranoid so he obviously decided to search for me! And his sense of smell is literally like that of a wolf! He always finds me!" 

"But why would they–" Jungkook cuts himself off, looks away, bites his lip and looks back at Jimin. "I didn't attack you," he clarifies sharply. "You did something with your scent and messed with my head and went all omega–" 

Jimin lets out a hysterical laugh. "I can't believe you. This is entirely your fault! You're the one that used compulsion on me and now all I can think about is–" ripping your pants off and throwing myself at you . 

"Jimin, if you're here please scream!!!" Hoseok's voice fortunately cuts Jimin off, and Jimin and Jungkook share one panicked look. Jimin will have to thank Hoseok later for screaming at the right moment, otherwise Jimin would have said something very, very embarrassing. 

"What kind of friends do you have?!" Jungkook asks him in his weird whisper-scream voice again. "Why are they running around screaming for you?! Can't they just text you?! " 

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Look, my friend Hoseok he's…" 

"Paranoid?" Jungkook asks with raised eyebrows. 

"Yes, paranoid. He freaks out when someone isn't answering their phone." 

"But–" 

"My phone is on mute, that's why we didn't hear it ringing," Jimin explains and he can't believe that he's explaining things to none other than Jungkook (a vampire!!!) right now. Hoseok and Taehyung probably have called him a million times by now. Jimin knows Hoseok, he's like a journalist that sniffs a title page worthy story behind every corner paired with a helicopter mom that can't leave anyone out of her eyes for a millisecond. 

In short, he's probably checking the snapchat map right now to find Jimin's exact location. If he was a werewolf he could find Jimin by scent alone, especially now that Jimin's scent is even more potent because of his burning arousal. He can smell himself, the sweet smell of his own slick is clogging the air. 

There's also another scent that Jimin can't just ignore: Jungkook's scent. It's faint compared to Jimin's scent, but it definitely turned spicier, deeper when they started kissing. It reminds Jimin of the breeze of wind on a spring night, like he's running through the woods near the pack he grew up in, hidden deep in the mountains. Everyone has a scent, a scent that is mainly registered by werewolves. 

But Hoseok isn't a werewolf, and so he's still not found Jimin yet. He's only relying on his intuition, even if Jimin claims his sense of smell could rival his own. 

Jungkook clears his throat, gaining Jimin's attention back, and says the sentence he's said seemingly a million times to Jimin in the past two weeks, "Let's just forget this ever happened." 

Oh, yes, Jimin wants that so much. He just wants to forget everything regarding Jungkook, although that is not possible anymore. He's stuck with Jungkook, for now at least. And he got himself into that, so he's in no position to complain. 

"Agreed," he says quickly. "And now shoo!" He waves Jungkook away, like he's a bird that has been bothering him. He repeats the motion twice. 

Jungkook blinks–yes, vampires blink. They also breathe, have a faint heartbeat, and can drink coffee (induced with blood, of course). But all of that isn't important right now. 

"Shoo?" Jungkook repeats, clearly offended. 

"Do you want my friends to see you here? Because I can assure you that they both can't keep their mouths shut and after twenty minutes everyone on campus will know about this."

Jungkook's expression darkens, looking more like the predator that he actually is. 

"This never happened, Park," he snarls, then he adds in a demanding tone, "You're still going to the masquerade ball with me." 

Jimin suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. Park? Since when does Jungkook know his last name? Vampires are so freaking contradicting. Most of the time Jungkook treats him like Jimin is a parasite he can't get rid of (Jimin thinks it actually has to be the other way around; Jungkook is the reason he's risking his degree and his life to solve a murder case because he would definitely die without Jimin, but well) and then he still demands that Jimin accompanies him to this stupid masquerade ball. 

"I already told you I'm coming with you," Jimin reminds him. Out of spite he adds, "Is your memory that bad?" 

Jungkook waits before he answers. He's adjusting his clothes, wipes some saliva from his lips and gives Jimin a pointed look. The way he arches his left brow is somehow disarming. "Attacking my age again, wolfie?" 

Jimin doesn't even know how old Jungkook is–vampire age is a tricky thing. He still finds it funny to point out to Jungkook that he could basically be a geezer compared to Jimin. "Not my fault that you're making a huge mystery out of it. It just makes me think that you're 400 years old and still hanging out with college students. It's weird." 

"This is what you call hanging out? Last time I checked there was a different name for this sort of situation in the dictionary," Jungkook remarks. 

"A second ago you told me to forget about it."

"Changed my mind," Jungkook smirks confidently. 

"Just because I called you old?" Jimin questions, feeling that wave of annoyance and weird amusement rush back into him. Arguing with Jungkook always makes him feel an array of emotions, all of them so complex and hard to comprehend that Jimin should probably just give up trying to understand them. 

Jungkook's smirk deepens. "No."

"Then why?" 

"I'll tell you another time, wolfie. Your paranoid friends are just about to turn around the corner, so. Bye."

"Wait!" 

Jungkook doesn't wait. 

Instead, he evaporates into thin air. Okay, he doesn't really just evaporate into thin air, he actually just moves really fast, so fast that Jimin's werewolf eyes, even though his senses are way better than those of a human, can't catch it. 

Jimin finally lets out the breath he was holding. He wants to slide down on the wall, knees wobbly and shaky, but he has to pull himself together, there's no time for mental breakdowns. 

Hoseok and Taehyung will probably find him any minute now and Jimin can't let them find him like this, with his hair all messed up, his shirt pulled up to his ribs, lips swollen and neck… He touches his neck, fingertips brushing over the sensitive red spots, and a shiver runs down his spine. Yeah, they definitely can't see his neck or they would put two and two together. As a werewolf, marks or bruises fade quickly, the hickeys marring his neck won't stay for long, probably only lasting for about a day.  

Frantically, Jimin tries to tame his hair and smooth out the fabric of his shirt. There's not much he can do about his reddened lips and his marked neck. He has nothing with him to cover it up, the only thing he has is his backpack with his laptop, wallet, keys and other useless things for school. 

How could he let this happen? This is worse than the incident last year where his teacher caught him making out with Kyungchul in the bathroom stall (Kyungchul is unimportant, the only interesting fact about him was his six pack). 

This is a disaster. Jimin, proud werewolf, kissed a freakin' vampire. Again . It feels like this is an addiction; he's slowly losing himself to Jungkook's hungry kisses and even hungrier touches and other things Jimin can't put into words because he feels too ashamed to admit them. 

This wouldn't have happened if Hoseok didn't invite him to this Halloween party two weeks ago. It feels like it was months ago that Jungkook stepped into his life and unexplainable things have been happening, people have been dying, and Jimin… Well, Jimin has been falling through the cracks of the two worlds. He didn't intend to get involved with things and people he should stay very far away from, and Jungkook is the worst of them all. 

Just like Jungkook predicted, an agitated Hoseok and a very 'I'm done with this' looking Taehyung turn around the corner. 

"Jimin!" Hoseok spots him immediately. He really is like a hawk, Jimin thinks. It's almost impossible that he's not a supernatural creature. And even though Taehyung pointed out a couple of times already that Hoseok definitely has to have some seer blood, which would make him a halfling, Hoseok always insisted that he's just a human–a rarity at their college. In fact, he's the only human attending their college at the moment. 

Jimin smiles awkwardly, backpack still lying on the ground, and he knows he looks suspicious. He feels miserable, yet still buzzing with energy from Jungkook's touch, and everything is so confusing he just wants to curl into his bed and never see the light of day again. 

"What are you doing back here?" Hoseok asks. 

"I- I just needed a minute to myself?" Jimin says as an excuse, it doesn't sound convincing though, more like he's asking a question. 

"Ohh," Hoseok says, mouth twisting into an "O" shape. 

"Hoseok thought you went into heat in the middle of the campus again," Taehyung tells him honestly. He lacks a brain-to-mouth-filter. "That's why we searched for you. Sorry for interrupting your…" Taehyung's eyes sweep over his body, and he settles with, "your alone time?" 

Jimin groans. "That was one time, Hoseok! Over a year ago! And it was only because I forgot to take my suppressants!" 

"I was concerned, Jimin!" Hoseok defends himself. 

"I told him that your heat is months away," Taehyung comments. 

"Why do you know when my heat is?" Jimin inquires, finding it weird that Taehyung knows about his heat schedule when he doesn't even know it himself. 

Taehyung shrugs, "I'm a witch. I just know. Besides, you mark it on the calendar in our room."

"Right," Jimin drawls, looking at Taehyung skeptically. "Do you also know of a potion that kills vampires?" 

"Of course I do, there's a potion for everything," Taehyung says, before he seems to actually realize what Jimin just said. "Wait–what?" 

"Nevermind," Jimin sighs. Killing Jungkook wouldn't solve his problems anyway. Jungkook is already dead (he was literally born dead ) he doesn't need to die a second time. Still, Jimin wants him gone... and also not. It's only been two weeks since their first disastrous encounter at the Halloween party and Jimin has thought about dropping out of school more times than he can count. But unfortunately Jimin has to work with him, and if he works on suppressing his feelings when he's around Jungkook, he's going to make it through. 

"Will you tell us why you have a hickey on your neck?" Hoseok questions. 

"This is all your fault," Jimin says accusingly. "I hate Halloween from now on." 

"Huh?" Hoseok looks confused. He glances at Taehyung, but Taehyung just shakes his head as if to say, he's lost his mind, just don't ask. 

Jimin looks up at the sky and wishes he could turn back time and never enter the Halloween party. 

"Jimin," Taehyung says then, sounding alarmed. "Your aura… were you masturbating?! Is that what you meant when you said you needed a minute for yourself? In public?!" 

Jimin really, really hates that Taehyung can read auras. Of course his arousal somehow had to be visible in his aura, and of course Taehyung had to see it and read it the wrong way. 

Hoseok gasps, scandalized. "Jimin!" 

"I wasn't masturbating!" he yells back. 

He's going to kill Jungkook. Nasty vampires, they ruin everything. Jimin understands why his grandma would always say that vampires are like a torrent of destruction and chaos. Jimin really understands it, because over the span of two weeks his life has become a mess. A mess he can't clean up. Because the cause of the mess is a twenty-something year old vampire (maybe he's also centuries old already, Jimin really has no idea even if he constantly teases Jungkook about it. Though, his appearance suggests that he's around twenty), and Jimin has no idea how to get rid of him without sabotaging himself. He reminds himself of the sad fact that he needs Jungkook. 

And that everything is completely his own fault. He wanted to be a part of this. There's nothing he could say to twist the truth. 

"It's okay!" Hoseok assures him. "It's probably because of the stress! We're not judging you!" 

Jimin sighs, frustrated. He picks up his backpack, unzips it and fishes for his phone. 

"What time is it?" Jimin asks, still not having found his phone. 

Taehyung and Hoseok still eye him with mild concern and confusion, but Taehyung checks his phone and tells him, "Almost 2."

Jimin sighs. He missed lunch because of Jungkook. 

"Sorry, that you guys missed lunch because of me," Jimin says. And then, finally, he brushes over the clear surface of his phone screen and his hand closes around it and he pulls it out of the bag. 

"It's okay," Hoseok assures. "Will you tell us what's going on with you? You've been acting weird since last week. Is everything okay?" 

"You can tell us, Jimin," Taehyung chimes in as well. 

Jimin unlocks his phone, sees 10 missed calls from Hoseok and 4 missed calls from Taehyung, texts from both of them, a text from Namjoon. 

"Jimin?" He hears Hoseok say his name. 

"I'm fine," Jimin answers, keeping his tone bright and light. "Don't worry about me, guys. I'm just a bit stressed, like we all are. School is killing me. Sorry for being so absent."

The lie burns his throat, makes swallowing hard and the expressions on Hoseok and Taehyung's faces make him feel even worse, but the lies are necessary. A few white lies never hurt anybody. He feels bad, but he has no choice. Jimin got himself into a situation he can't escape from, all because he decided to get involved with a vampire. 

But, really, it's all his own fault. 

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Two Weeks Ago, Halloween 

It's better to start at the root of all problems, and that is in hindsight the Halloween party Hoseok dragged him to. 

You see, Halloween has always been something that Jimin found rather amusing as part of the supernatural community. Humans dress up and pretend to be witches, werewolves, vampires, demons, etc., and they have absolutely no clue that all of these creatures exist–right under their noses. 

It's most likely an aftereffect of the Veil; after the ancient angels pulled it up, legends and distant memories stayed in humans' minds, and to this day they haven't been completely eradicated and probably never will. 

It's funny, and a bit offensive sometimes because the costumes are almost never accurate, but overall it's definitely amusing. 

But, Jimin, like most other supernatural beings, has never really participated in Halloween celebrations, has only watched them from a safe distance. He never went trick-or-treating or dressed up as a witch–yeah, that would just be weird. His best friend, Taehyung, is a witch, and he looks just like any other normal person. 

So yeah, Jimin is definitely not excited when Hoseok, his only human (or not so human) friend, tells him about this Halloween party he got invited to by the friend of a friend of a cousin of their brother–you get it. In comparison to Jimin, Hoseok has connections; inside and outside the Veil. As a son of human Ambassadors he has lived in both worlds and is well affiliated with each of them. 

"Jimin," Hoseok told him one day before Halloween. "You need to come with me. I can't go alone." 

Jimin was going over his assignment for his anatomy class. "I need to go where?" He wasn't quite listening, he needed to finish this assignment in under one hour. 

"Halloween party. A friend of a friend is throwing this huge, super exclusive party and I got an invitation," Hoseok explained, practically beaming. 

"A Halloween party? Really?" Jimin inquired, not impressed. "Why'd you want to go there?" 

"Okay, Jimin, hear me out. It's a party off-campus, and it's only for humans! This guy is a wendigo, but he decided to throw a Halloween party for humans an–" 

"Why would a wendigo throw a party for humans? Does he want to eat them or what? I'm definitely not going to sneak out of school for a party where humans will be slaughtered," Jimin interrupted Hoseok. 

Wendigos are pretty rare to come across because most of them don't survive for long and get killed by human hunters–yeah not all humans have forgotten about supernatural beings. However, if they have their urges under control, then they live normal lives. 

They feed off humans, at least most of them, and it's sort of a gray area for the supernatural council. Wendigos are allowed to live, as long as they don't get too suspicious. They tend to lose themselves to a bloodlust that is uncontrollable and when that happens entire cities could get wiped out. So, yeah, Wendigos can be nasty creatures, definitely not something Jimin wanted to get involved with. 

"This guy doesn't eat humans! My friend assured me three times! He's vegetarian!" Hoseok insisted. 

Jimin found that very weird. What wendigo is a vegetarian? That's like a vampire only drinking animal blood. How would that even work? They need human flesh to survive. 

"That literally makes no sense," Jimin pointed out. "If he's vegetarian, what does he eat?" 

Hoseok only blinked, and went on, "Jimin, this will be fun! I promise! You just have to sneak out of your dorm with me. We can bring Taehyung as well! Trust me, you're going to have the time of your life. No one throws better parties than this guy."

"Where do you even know this guy from? Do you even know his name?" Jimin asked, having a bad feeling about this allegedly vegetarian wendigo. When he's vegetarian... Why would he throw a party for humans? It sounded like a perfect cover up to eat humans to Jimin's ears. 

"I don't know him," Hoseok said, saying it as if that's not concerning at all. "Elle from my hip hop 101 class last year is friends with this one girl whose cousin works for this one girl who knows him."

"Uh-huh," Jimin answered, highly skeptical of the entire ordeal. 

"We would just have to sneak out of campus and sneak back in later!" 

"Not gonna risk getting caught, I don't want to be thrown out of school," Jimin said. 

"But we haven't gone partying in forever," Hoseok pouted. 

Yet, after one more hour of convincing, Jimin eventually agreed to accompany Hoseok, under the condition that Taehyung, the third person in their little friendship circle, comes with them. It was Hoseok's pout that convinced him. 

And his promise to buy Jimin coffee every day for the next two weeks. Yeah, that's probably what sold him at the end. Jimin wouldn't say he's easy to convince, he really isn't, but somehow he can never say no when Hoseok asks him for a favor. Maybe it was also just Jimin's urge for a little bit of fun. He was in desperate need of doing something reckless, and what would be better than sneaking out in the middle of the night to attend a human party? The wendigo aspect still made him wary, but he was willing to ignore that part. 

The only problem he had was his costume. 

Jimin's a werewolf, he has canines and claws and if he really wants it he can fully shape-shift, although that isn't really appropriate here at AAPA College–short for ad astra per astera– so he rarely does it these days. He could join a local pack here at college and accompany them on adventures in the large forest that is close-by, but he prefers being somewhat of a lone wolf, ever since he left his old pack to attend college. 

He only had one day to decide on his costume, which admittedly wasn't much time. Hoseok is much more spontaneous than Jimin, always making plans at the last minute, which sends Jimin into a frenzy because he's a compulsive planner. He has to plan things to feel good about them. There's no time for that now. 

Hoseok said he's going as a mummy, completely wrapped in toilet paper. Taehyung's just going to smear fake blood all over his body and pretend like he's a car accident victim. Jimin could make it easy for himself and join Taehyung and play car accident victim as well, but… nah. 

He's a creative person, a perfectionist you could say, and nothing that isn't his own idea will ever feel right to him. It's a bit of a toxic trait since it makes him a bad team player and leads him to have a borderline obsessive personality. 

After tormenting himself with over-thinking, obsessing over the smallest, most unnecessary details, and dealing with the most ridiculous need for academic validation in his first year at college, he has finally learned to somewhat live with his perfectionism. 

Situations like these where Jimin needs to find a solution to a problem, sends him into his "problem solving mode". He thought about his costume for the rest of the day. Non-stop. 

He didn't even pay attention during his classes, which is problematic because Jimin wants to become a doctor and he should really pay attention in his anatomy class or else he'll probably fail the exam (The anatomy of a nymph is quite interesting actually, a shame that he wasn't paying attention). 

After worrying about it the entire day, the idea hit him out of nowhere when he returned to his dorm room (that he shares with Taehyung), and noticed his next door neighbor making out with her boyfriend. Jimin knew about him, she mentioned him a few days ago for the first time, but he hadn't seen him yet prior to this. There wouldn't be any problem if she was dating a banshee like herself and not a…vampire. 

You see, Jimin tolerates every supernatural creature, he gets along with all of them, even with zombies, although they literally smell like death 24/7 and it makes Jimin nauseous. His refined werewolf senses don't like the smell of death near them. So, yeah, Jimin tolerates and accepts every creature on earth, but there's one creature where he draws the line.

You got it. It's vampires. There's just something about them that makes Jimin's instincts go haywire. Every cell in his body is drenched in hatred of vampires. It's something purely instinctual. Literally engraved in his DNA through events that took place a long time ago, but certainly had an effect on evolution. 

He's glad that the feeling is usually mutual. 

Jimin stopped abruptly. He made a disgusted face. 

"Mina," he said loudly, addressing his neighbor. 

Mina and the vampire broke apart. "Jimin," she said nervously. "I- I can explain." 

"Minaaa," Jimin whined dramatically. "How could you do this to me? One of them, really?" 

Mina only looked apologetic and told Jimin that she can explain it. Here Jimin was, thinking Mina shared his hatred for vampires (they even made a pinky promise to never talk to vampires! What happened to that?), but nooooo her new boyfriend has to be one of those nasty blood suckers. 

Anyway. 

After that encounter, Jimin suddenly had the perfect idea for his Halloween costume. 

And that's how he finds himself in the lineup for the Halloween party outside of the mansion that apparently belongs to that one guy–the vegetarian wendigo Hoseok's friend of a friend is friends with–dressed as the most stereotypical vampire you can think of. 

It's the perfect costume, Jimin thinks. Because he's following the dress code for the party and he's simultaneously secretly making fun of vampires. Ha. Mission accomplished. Payback. 

You see, Jimin's hatred for vampires is deeply rooted. There are three reasons:

1. His heritage: He's a werewolf, it's webbed into his DNA to find vampires repulsive. 
2. His species expects him to hate vampires. It's basically peer pressure. 
3. Personal experiences with vampires, which are limited but were always eye-opening. 

For real, all of his personal experiences with the bloodsucking species were terrible, but let's not get into that now. 

The important matter at the moment is his costume. 

He has red contacts in, a bit of fake blood (stolen from Taehyung, apparently he made the blood himself? Jimin didn't even question it, witchy things you know, not Jimin's terrain) dripping down his chin, and fake fangs attached to his teeth that he ordered on Amazon. 

Using his own canines for the costume is not possible, because they're way longer and bigger than vampire canines. And he didn't want to stand out in the city and at the party, since they have to take the bus to get to the party and will definitely encounter humans at all times. 

It's still a mystery to Jimin how Hoseok even got invited and why he thought it's a good idea to bring Jimin and Taehyung–two supernatural beings–to a party that is allegedly only for humans (Organized by a supernatural, but still). 

Jimin definitely made sure to dress the part. He looks like the typical human that is using Halloween to dress silly and use lots of fake blood, and doesn't actually care for anything but the parties and the alcohol. 

He's wearing skinny jeans–black, of course. And on top he's wearing his silver silk blouse that makes him look like he's a fae prince directly from the Unseelie Court. Taehyung always tells him that one of his ancestors definitely had a child with a fae because Jimin looks way too perfect to be a wolf. Jimin obviously thinks it's nonsense, no one in his family ever said anything about ancestors that did the deed with a fae. It's just good genes, okay? 

Jimin kept his makeup minimal and classy. He rarely ever wears make-up, the exception are parties. 

Shimmery eyeshadow covers his eyelids, so whenever he blinks it makes him look mysterious and intriguing. He paired the eyeshadow with a bit of eyeliner to give his eyes even more depth, and to finish it all off, he applied a deep red lipstick that is the same shade as the fake blood that is dripping from the corner of his mouth. 

The silver blouse has a low cut that exposes his collarbones and his long, elegant neck. He added a necklace with a ruby pendant to round off the look. The result definitely satisfied him. It's not everyday that Jimin runs around dressed like a vampire on the way to a strip club (as the stripper, if that wasn't clear.) 

Taehyung comments on his outfit with, "You look like you eat a whole class of chaebols for breakfast. Like… literally every drop of blood." 

Jimin thinks he did a good job. 

To be sure that no one recognizes him as an omega he applied lots of scent blockers, even if Hoseok assured him a million times that they will be the only supernaturals present at the party. He used the lotion he has and applied it to every inch of skin on his body, and then, to be a hundred percent sure, he also used the spray he has and sprayed it directly onto his scent glands. 

Humans wouldn't even recognize him as a werewolf, but what if somehow they still do? Even worse: what if they run into hunters? 

Jimin is determined to be prepared. It's not everyday that he leaves the protection of the Veil, after all. Although it's obviously not prohibited, it can definitely be dangerous for supernaturals. 

Thankfully, the lotion and the spray worked and he can't smell himself anymore. To be honest, he can almost smell nothing. 

The scent blockers affect his own senses as well, they suppress his ability to pick up every little scent in the air, especially because he used more than what is advisable. 

But, whatever. He can't let someone expose him, and he's going to be damn sure that no one will, even if it means losing his sense of smell for one night. 

The possibility that someone recognizes them is most likely zero, but Hoseok is a paranoid bitch and hence Jimin is one too. He's not the typical everything-makes-me-paranoid-and-I'm-a-raging-ball-of-energy-that-I-need-to-put-somewhere type of paranoid, he's more the I-have-crippling-anxiety-and-it-gives-me-horrible-intrusive-thoughts kind of paranoid. 

It has only amplified when they actually snuck out and left the Veil. The way to the party was unsurprisingly uneventful, but Jimin's anxiety still hasn't died down completely. 

There was a line in front of the house, and they've been waiting for about five minutes now. 

Taehyung pokes him on his shoulder. "I've not felt the presence of any other supernatural being yet, so I think we'll be safe."

He's glad they got Taehyung, his abilities allow him to sense the energy of almost every supernatural being ever (besides vampires and demons for some reason, Taehyung says it's because he's a green witch and not a death witch), which is very useful. 

Jimin likes to avoid the fact that sneaking out and leaving the safe and protected grounds of their college is much more dangerous than you might believe. 

Jimin nods. "That is good." Then he turns to Hoseok. "You better not run away today, okay? I'm not gonna run after you tonight! You better be glued to my side the entire time!" 

Hoseok is the definition of that one friend that always disappears at the beginning of the evening and then you can't find him for the rest of the night and at some point he just shows up out of nowhere and is like, sorry, guys, I talked to this guy and suddenly I was talking to this other guy and then you guys were gone and I couldn't find you so I just decided to shortly go to this other party with said guy, but now I'm back. Yay! (-Quote, Hoseok, last party they went to.)

This time, Hoseok nods earnestly. "I promise I'm gonna stay right next to your side, guys. Like literally this close." He holds up his thumb and forefinger and makes a circle to show how close he means. "I swear, I'm gonna be like a baby kangaroo that you have to carry around in your belly pouch." 

Jimin gives him a pointed look. "I sure hope so," he warns. 

🦇

Honestly, fuck Hoseok and his ability to slip away like a snail on crack. 

Jimin looked away for five seconds and suddenly both Taehyung and Hoseok were gone. 

Everything was going well, they were dancing, drinking and doing shots in the middle of the luxurious living room, but Jimin leaves Hoseok out of sight for literally not longer than a mere heartbeat to glare at a guy that elbowed him, and now they're both gone. 

He stands in the middle of the dance floor (aka the living room floor) and feels lost. 

He whirls around, shifts his weight to the tip of his toes to get a better look, and even crouches down as much as possible because he has the hope to see Hoseok's toilet paper wrapped legs, but… nothing. Come on, it can't be that hard to spot a mummy in this crowd. 

Jimin groans, and out of frustration he just elbows back the guy who elbowed first. Perhaps he uses a bit too much of his supernatural strength and the guy almost falls over. Only perhaps. 

"Hey!" the human yells, turning to Jimin. He's dressed as Frankenstein–very original. His entire outfit is already falling apart from the dancing. Pieces of fabric and fake skin–latex or something–hang from his body, and he has green paint covering his face and a half empty beer in his hand. The scent of it barely reaches Jimin's nose. 

Jimin makes a face at him. "What?" He yells back, loud enough so the guy can hear him over the loud techno music. Jimin, thanks to his werewolf senses, could hear the guy just fine even if he whispered. 

"Why'd you hit me?!" the guy growls, his bottom lip jutted out. 

"I didn't hit you, you hit me first!" Jimin states. 

"Bro, that fucking hurt! You got my ribs!" the guy yells and points at his ribs as if Jimin didn't know that that's where they are. Jimin's punches are always aimed perfectly, thanks. 

"I know!" he says, smiling brightly. 

"Not cool!" the guy yells. "But, like, do you wanna dance or something?" 

Jimin frowns, looking at the guy once more. The guy looks like he already had at least five tequila shots and minimum seven beers.

"No! Absolutely not!" Jimin yells back. He's about to turn around to make his way through the crowd and continue his search for Taehyung and Hoseok, but he feels the guy grabbing his arm and yanking him back. Surprised and caught off guard, Jimin stumbles back and the guy wraps his arm around Jimin's torso to pull him close. 

"Come onnnn let's daaaance, vampy," he slurs into Jimin's ear. 

Too bad that Jimin isn't some fragile human (okay, and his flight or fight instinct is on edge). 

He grabs a hold of the guy's forearm, bends his knees a bit, and just promptly throws the guy over his shoulder. 

Heck yeah werewolf strength and self defense classes by Hoseok are useful as fuck when you need to get rid of drunk assholes. 

The people right in front and behind them gasp and Jimin is sure someone got hit in the face by a foot, but, honestly, he couldn't care less.

The guy on the ground whines and tries to stand up, but the dizziness caused by the alcohol in his veins stops him. 

For a second, Jimin is proud of himself for flipping the guy over, but then he stares at three angry guys–the other guy's friends?–and he laughs nervously. Why are they all dressed as Frankenstein, too? Couldn't they think of a more creative costume? 

"You bitch!" one of them yells. "That is our bro you just flipped over! That is Jimmy, man!" 

"Yeah, you're done for! Fucking vampy bitch!" another guy chimes in. 

Jimin backs up as much as the crowd of wildly dancing people allows it. Fuck, he has three other Frankensteins coming at him only because he threw Frankenstein no.1 over his shoulder. 

Unfortunately (or fortunately as it turns out), his back comes in contact with another pointy elbow and forces him to stop in his steps. What else did he expect in a crowd? The mansion is big, the living room is admittedly enormous, but there's not much room to hide from three angry Frankensteins. 

Fuck, Jimin really can't make a scene in the middle of a human party. He really can't–

"There you are, vampy!" 

"Come here and we'll do with you what you did to our bro Jimmy!" 

Jimin looks around frantically, but no one is paying attention. This is what he gets for letting Hoseok convince him to go to a human party. Jimin can't even survive a guy that tried to dance with him without making a scene out of it. He was supposed to stay undercover, inconspicuous, secret agent style–what happened to that? 

Suddenly, Jimin gets pulled behind someone else's broad frame. This time he only freaks out a little, a surprised squeal leaves his mouth and he rips his eyes open. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the someone, who just pulled Jimin behind his admittedly very nice and broad looking back, barks at the three Frankensteins. 

Frankenstein no.2 points at Jimin, who's hiding behind his savior's back. "Bro, that vampy guy hurt our bro Jimmy, we–" 

Jimin hears his savior scoff. "You better go away or I'll get someone that will throw you guys out. You know the rules. No fights inside." 

There are rules for this party? Jimin's brain supplies. 

Jimin wishes he could see his face, but all he can see is a leather jacket and black hair. He hides his face between his savior's shoulder blades and hopes that the Frankensteins will forget that he's there. He can't help but feel awkward and somewhat helpless as he waits for the humans to disappear. 

"Yo, dude, then hand the vamp over and we'll go outside and–" 

"Nah, I don't think so," his savior interrupts them and even though he's screaming because of the loud music, Jimin likes the sound of his voice. His inner omega agrees. It has a nice, pleasant sound; not too deep and not too high, and there's a confidence to it that makes Jimin's knees buckle a bit. 

"You guys will go now," his savior says, voice dropping low all of a sudden and it makes Jimin feel a bit light headed for some reason. Although, it might just be the alcohol. 

"Understood?" he emphasizes. 

Apparently the Frankenstein trio understands his savior's threat and they groan and complain and throw some more insults at Jimin, but then they disappear into the crowd again.

His savior turns around and gently holds Jimin's shoulders. "You okay there?" 

Jimin blinks dumbly. "Uhm," he starts, screaming back. "Yeah, just peachy! All good!" 

"A vampire, huh?" Savior guy nods at him and his costume, and for the first time, Jimin looks at his face. 

Holy Moon Goddess, he's handsome. 

Jimin sees a sharp jawline and cheekbones and big eyes with–

Oh . 

"A werewolf, huh?" Jimin asks back. Yeah, savior guy is dressed up as a werewolf. He has fluffy wolf ears on top of his head, sticking out of his luscious black hair. And he has golden contacts in, which would make him a beta by actual wolf standards, but Jimin is pretty sure that this human doesn't know the difference between alpha, beta and omega. But, hypothetically, just hypothetically , speaking, Jimin would definitely categorize him as an alpha. There's something about him, perhaps his broad build and his easy confidence, that makes something inside Jimin scream alpha!

To be honest, his costume is even more low maintenance than Jimin's. The guy clearly didn't put much effort into it. He looks ridiculous (-ly cute) with the wolf ears and the golden contacts and his sturdy leather jacket. Isn't he hot (double meaning intended)? It's unbearably hot inside the mansion. 

"Ha, yeah!" savior guy, aka cute fake werewolf, confirms. "Last minute decision!" 

Jimin smiles, his stupid heart fluttering in his chest. "Same!" 

"You really okay though? Those guys looked like douchebags," cute werewolf remarks. 

Jimin's inner omega preens at the attention from the fake werewolf and Jimin groans inwardly. How could his omega be tricked by such a bad and inaccurate costume? 

"I'm fine!" Jimin yells. Then he asks, "Do you know where the toilet is?" 

Cute werewolf nods. "I do! Want me to show you?" 

Jimin smiles, batting his eyelashes. He knows he has a pretty smile; if Jimin is one thing, it's self aware. 

"Please," he says sweetly. 

Cute werewolf picks up on Jimin's flirtiness right away. The right corner of his mouth goes up, the ghost of a smile appearing on his handsome face. He leans forward, mouth hovering next to Jimin's ear now. "Follow me," he says seductively. Jimin shivers bodily. 

And he shivers even more when the cute werewolf gently slips his hand into Jimin's and guides him through the crowd of people. 

It feels exciting, albeit weird. 

Jimin never felt attracted to a human before, and there's multiple reasons for that. First of all, his omega nature; his instincts are strong, and his omega is present at all times and influences Jimin's decisions and actions. And as an omega he's usually drawn to his own species, more specifically: alphas. Now, this human, even if he's dressed as a werewolf, the rational part of Jimin's mind still knows that he's a human, the animalistic part however… Well, his omega is convinced it's an alpha that's holding his hand right now. And, secondly, Jimin never interacted much with humans, they're like… like a foreign species. 

He grew up pretty sheltered with his pack in the mountains. He lived in a small village with a maximum of two hundred inhabitants, and every single one was a werewolf. There were other supernatural species hiding in the woods, but Jimin only interacted with them on rare occasions. 

His first contact with humans was about two years ago, when he first came to Seoul to go to AAPA. 

It was a culture shock–even more than that. Humans move like little insects, they remind Jimin of ants. They run and they work all day, and–this is what shocked Jimin the most–they live in a bubble of bliss. 

Jimin wasn't unaware of the humans' ignorance, he was taught early on in life that humans don't know about the supernatural world. Because of the Veil, obviously. 

Fortunately (and unfortunately, depending on the perspective), there are some humans that know; humans that work for the government mostly, or for secret organizations. They work together with the supernatural government, creating safe spaces for both humans and supernaturals to try understanding each other. Jimin's friend, Hoseok, is the child of humans that work with the supernatural department of the government ambassadors. He wants to follow his parents footsteps and goes to AAPA to understand and learn about supernaturals. 

Yet, there's also a handful of humans that just know. Some of them are cursed with 'the Sight', they have the ability to see through the veil, usually because one of their ancestors was a supernatural. However, some of them are dangerous. They hunt supernaturals and kill them without mercy. They are on a mission to rid the world of supernaturals. 

So, yeah, Jimin always associated humans with little ants and with danger. 

That fear went away when he met Hoseok and realized humans are basically the same as supernaturals but without special abilities. They're just utterly blind and unaware of most things. Well, he corrects himself, not Hoseok of course. Hoseok knows more about the supernatural world than Jimin does. Hoseok- Hoseok just knows everything. It sometimes scares Taehyung and Jimin. 

Jimin decides to blend out his chaotic thoughts and focus on the situation that is unraveling right now.

A human is holding his hand at a party. No biggie. 

He still doesn't know the fake werewolf's name, and he makes a mental note to ask him when they arrive at the toilets. 

The cute werewolf moves surprisingly fast and gracefully through the crowd. For a human he's really agile, Jimin is certainly impressed. His omega is even more impressed. 

They arrive at the bathroom in no time, and the cute werewolf points at it politely and says, "Here's the bathroom. I'll- uh- I'll go then?" 

Jimin smiles coyly. His plan worked. He didn't even need to use the bathroom, he just wanted to get the cute werewolf guy somewhere alone and more private. 

"What if I lied?" Jimin asks. The music is not so loud here, meaning they can actually talk normally with each other and don't need to scream. 

"What?" 

"What if I lied to you?" 

"I'm not quite following, we didn't even–" 

"Ugh. I meant that I lied about having to use the bathroom. I just wanted to go to a quieter place. So I can talk to you." Jimin never had a problem bringing his intentions across. He's quite direct and honest most of the time. 

"Oh," his savior says. "So… you were really flirting with me?" 

Jimin rolls his eyes. For someone that looks like a three course meal on two legs, cute werewolf guy is pretty slow. "Of course I was flirting with you."

"That's great," he says, relieved. "Because I was flirting, too. But I-" he stops for a second. "I'm bad at reading other people's body language, so I couldn't quite tell if you were just being friendly because this is a party or if you took an interest in me–" 

"You're rambling. Cute," Jimin cuts in and he can't help but be endeared. He blames it on his inner omega. Instincts and all. "Let's start with names. I'm Jimin. And you?" 

Jimin wishes he could smell him, but the scent blockers are still working perfectly fine, so all Jimin picks up is the intense smell of sweat that is all over the mansion. Makes sense, it's a party and people are dancing and drinking, some are probably fucking in the empty bedrooms upstairs. Maybe that's where Jimin will end up with his fake werewolf/human as well in a bit. Not that he hopes for it. Definitely not. 

"Jungkook," the cute werewolf introduces himself. "I like your name. It sounds pretty." 

"Oh, thank you," Jimin smiles, feeling oddly flattered. No one has ever complimented him on his name. 

Jimin feels good, he feels liberated and for the first time ever he doesn't think about his werewolf nature before acting. It doesn't matter right now, for the human in front of him he's just another human too. 

"Give me your hand," Jimin demands. 

Jungkook gives Jimin his hand without even questioning him. 

Jimin's hand wraps around Jungkook's, and his breath hitches because Jungkook's hand is cold. His fingers tease around Jimin's knuckles, like snowflakes gently falling onto Jimin's skin. 

Jimin looks up. He feels the alcohol in his system that makes his skin heat up even more, he's sure that his cheeks are flaming red, and it must ruin his vampire ensemble because vampires don't blush. At least Jimin's never seen one blush. 

"You..." Jungkook starts to say, eyes thoughtful for a reason Jimin doesn't know. "You are the most mesmerizing thing I've ever seen."

"No one has ever said something like that to me," Jimin answers shyly. It's the truth; when did he ever receive compliments like that, uttered in such an intimate way? 

There's something weird pulling at his heart, like a hand that crushed his rib cage and wants to tear his heart out now. He can't really breathe, as though his air was stolen away and all Jimin can do is take short little insufficient breaths in the same rhythm of his pounding heart. 

"No one has ever told you that you are beautiful?" Jungkook questions, slowly pulling Jimin closer to him. "I can tell, and I've only known you for a few minutes."

A small gasp leaves Jimin's mouth when Jungkook pulls him flush against his chest, his hand curling around Jimin's small waist now. The silk blouse he's wearing is so thin, Jimin can feel Jungkook's hand against his hot skin as if there wasn't a layer of clothing separating them. 

"Maybe- maybe you're just very observant?" Jimin croaks out. He has no idea what is happening right now, all he knows is that his heart is ramming against his bones, his blood is rushing out of his head, and his skin is on fire from just a small touch. 

Jungkook's eyes seem to drink him in. Jimin had no idea that humans could be so entrancing. Was he missing out all this time? It's a pity that he will never see Jungkook after this again. 

"That I am," Jungkook replies, a slight smile lingering on his lips. He has a mischievous glint in his eyes, like he knows more than he tells, and Jimin is too drunk (on alcohol and Jungkook) to remember that Jungkook said he's bad at reading body language. He definitely seems to be proving the opposite now. Small details, usually Jimin's able to pick them up immediately, but something about Jungkook, about his eyes especially, renders Jimin completely defenseless. 

"Can I kiss you?" Jungkook whispers, and Jimin silently thanks his heightened werewolf senses for hearing him so clearly despite the loud music. 

"Yes, please," Jimin permits, leaning forward until his chest is almost pressing against Jungkook's hard leather jacket. His hands grab onto it, searching for any kind of leverage. 

Jungkook licks over his lips, and right before he surges forward Jimin sees the–  the hunger in his eyes? 

But Jimin's train of thought stops abruptly, wiped out by Jungkook's lips crushing down on his own. 

Jimin gasps into the kiss. 

There's nothing sweet about the kiss. Jungkook doesn't kiss like Jimin expected. He thought Jungkook would be soft, teasing and controlled, just like his aura and the way he carries himself, and how he called Jimin beautiful in such a self-assured way suggested, but this is something entirely different. 

Jungkook kisses him like a starved man, buries his hands in Jimin's silver hair and tilts his head to the side for better access to Jimin's mouth. Jimin lets him in, lets Jungkook's tongue discover his mouth and he doesn't mind the way Jungkook bites down on his lip when he pulls back a little to take a breath. Jimin's bottom lip catches on his teeth, a small whine escapes Jimin's mouth and suddenly they're no longer in the hallway. 

Jungkook is quick to pull Jimin inside the bathroom, he locks the door and hauls Jimin up to sit him down on the edge of the sink counter–all while he's still kissing him senseless. 

Jimin never thought that kissing strangers could feel this good. He never thought that he would ever kiss a human and that it could make him feel this way. 

There's not even time to speak. Jimin tries to talk in between the kisses, sneak in a "Fuck" or a breathy "Jungkook" when Jungkook's hand slips underneath his blouse and coldness meets Jimin's burning skin. He flinches at the touch, arches into it at the same time, and the reaction only spurs Jungkook on to kiss him harder. 

Jungkook's devouring him. He's absolutely destroying Jimin, ruining him with only kisses and touches, but it somehow feels like so much more. 

A tremor seems to go through Jungkook's body, like something inside him broke–some kind of restraint–and it makes Jimin think that he was holding himself back. 

"You're neck," Jungkook slurs, leaving Jimin's plump lips to move to Jimin's sensitive neck. 

Jimin breathes in a sharp breath, shaking in Jungkook's arms like a leaf, and he can't help the whine that leaves his mouth when Jungkook's lips trail over the vein protruding from his neck. 

"So delicate," Jungkook whispers, breath ghosting over Jimin's neck teasingly. He licks over the vein, then blows on it and Jimin's shivers all the way down to his toes. 

"What are you doing?" Jimin hears himself say, sounding desperate. "Don't tease me–"

"So fragile, I could just–" 

That's when Jimin smells it. 

Coldness, emptiness, a scent that reminds him of the darkest parts of night, a moment where even the wind is quiet and time is standing still. 

He stops breathing, all of his senses going haywire with the sudden change in the scent that hangs in the air. It's like his mind is going into emergency mode, shutting down all thoughts besides the warning scream that goes through his head. 

His eyes meet Jungkook's, where he sees nothing but a whirlpool of darkness, and inside that he sees his own shocked expression–like he's staring into one of those magic mirrors that show you the darkest of truths. The gold of his contacts is almost entirely gone, as if the blackness of his true eyes is seeping through the contacts. 

Suddenly everything is clear, no matter how absurd it seemed at first. 

"You're–" Jimin starts, panicking.

"You're–" Jungkook begins as well. 

They look at each other, completely confused and with a mix of panic and disgust. 

"You're a vampire?!" Jimin yells hysterically. 

"-an omega?!" 

They break apart, both of them sort of pushing and pulling away at the same time, which catapults them both through the small space of the bathroom. 

Jimin almost falls into the bathtub, ass first. Jungkook trips and slams against the sink with his hips. Thankfully, Jimin saves himself by holding onto the shower curtain. 

For a second, they just stare at each other wordlessly. 

"What the fuck," Jimin says, breathing heavily. "Like, what the actual fuck. Holy fucking shit."

"You have very vulgar language," Jungkook comments condescendingly, acting like he's all calmed down already. Jimin knows that he's bullshitting. 

"No, 'cause fuck. What the heck is going on? What the fuck? Why is a fucking vampire at a human party?! And why are you– why are you pretending to be an–" he almost blurts out alpha, but he catches himself at the right time and says, "a werewolf?!"

"I could say the same about you," Jungkook points out, looking Jimin up and down. "What is a werewolf doing at a party full of humans? And don't judge me for choosing to be a wolf? You're literally running around in a vampire costume. Very inaccurate vampire costume." 

"Excuse me? Your presence here is clearly more concerning than mine. Are you here to prey on innocent humans and drink their blood? You know that's illegal, right?" 

Jungkook looks at him as if Jimin said something crazy. It's like… it's like this is an entirely different person before him. The facade of a cute, shy human is gone, only cold vampire demeanor is left.

Fuck, Jimin would have recognized him as a vampire right away if it wasn't for his scent blockers. Why didn't he notice the signs? Jungkook is wearing a leather jacket even though it is way too warm in here to wear one without sweating buckets, and there's literally not one drop of sweat anywhere on his body. Also his hands were cold when Jimin touched them, that's an obvious sign. His skin in general; it looks too good, too unblemished, as if he was made of porcelain. 

"What? Are you the supernatural police, or what?" Jungkook says mockingly. "Calm down, wolfie. I was just having fun. I don't eat innocent humans. You know very well that vampires don't do that nowadays."

"Wolfie?" Jimin repeats, an offended huff escaping his lips.

"Why? Is omega better? Should I call you that? You are one, aren't you? You smell… sweet," Jungkook says, arms crossed over his chest arrogantly. He scrunches his nose as if the scent is unbearable for him. 

What scent, though? Jimin can't smell shit. Maybe it's his blood? It certainly can't be his pheromones that Jungkook is referring to. His pheromones can't be released because of the scent blockers. "You mean my blood smells sweet?" Jimin corrects him. "And, no, if you call me omega I'm gonna bite you and you'll die."

Jungkook raises one eyebrow. "You are aware that a werewolf bite does not immediately kill a vampire, right? That's a human myth. A bit offending, if you ask me."

"Ugh, vampires and their superiority complexes," Jimin mocks. "It was a joke, you overgrown bat. I know that it's a myth. And I don't care what you call me."

Who does this entitled vampire think he is? Rude. So damn rude.

"You're rude," Jungkook tells him now, saying exactly what Jimin just thought of him as well. "I wanted to remain civil, but your hostility towards my species was to be expected."

"Says you, who probably wanted to suck me dry," Jimin retorts. "You were paying a bit too much attention to my neck, weren't you? It's a pretty neck, I know, but I'm not gonna let a fucking bloodsucker come close to my neck!" 

Lie, you already did, Jimin.  

Necks are a sensitive topic for werewolves, especially omegas. That's where they carry their mating mark–where Jimin will carry his mating mark in the future. 

Jungkook doesn't even move a muscle. He just glares at Jimin. Typical vampire behavior. They don't move a lot, body language really isn't their thing. What can you say? They're cold and dead, having versatile facial expressions and body language seems unrealistic if you're basically a walking corpse. 

(Jungkook really looks like he was carved out of stone. Michaelangelo would have died to make a sculpture with his face. Adonis, who? Jimin's omega only knows arrogant vampire assholes.) 

"Bold of you to assume that I would drink werewolf blood," Jungkook answers. He looks at Jimin condescendingly. "I would never stoop so low. My palate only consists of clean, human, blood."

"Did you just call my blood dirty?!" 

Jungkook smirks. He actually fucking smirks. "No need to get mad, wolfie. It's nothing personal."

Jimin laughs a curt, incredulous laugh. Then he stands up straight, holds his chin high. Jimin is angry, and werewolves are known to be bad at controlling their anger. The fact that their blood runs hotter automatically means that their temper does too. 

"I'm gonna report you," Jimin grits out. "For trying to violate me–" 

A sound goes through the air, like a loud crack, and suddenly Jungkook is standing so close to him that their foreheads (and their lips) are almost touching. 

"What will you report, huh? You don't even know me. Will you go to the police and tell them that you think a vampire was trying to drink a human's blood illegally? Do you think that would work? Because the next question will be: what vampire? Where was this? Under what circumstances? Was the human hurt? But you will have to tell them that it was you, you were the human. You were pretending to be a human and a vampire got a little handsy with you, while you were kissing him and your little werewolf brain couldn't handle it and freaked out."

"You fucking asshole," Jimin hisses, bares his teeth at Jungkook. 

"We're both fucked if you tell someone," Jungkook replies. "You know it's against the law to pretend to be a human. We both shouldn't be here."

"But I didn't try to hurt anyone," Jimin says. 

Jungkook's eyes flash dangerously. 

"You forget, wolfie, that I wasn't trying to drink your blood. I wasn't hurting anyone here, certainly not you if your moans were any indication." He grins cockily. "Just admit that you liked it. I can keep a secret. Was it my werewolf costume that turned you on?" 

Jimin doesn't even know what to say. He got me. Fucking bloodsucking asshole. 

"Good," Jungkook comments. "Silence looks better on you."

"I'm gonna kill–" 

Jungkook shuts him up by tugging on his hair and placing a finger against Jimin's lips. "Shhh," he shushes him. "Let's forget this ever happened. Let's move on and pretend like this incident was nothing but a fever dream. We'll both leave this party and continue to live in ignorance, hm? Just don't get yourself killed." 

Jimin gathers his last ounce of strength and pushes Jungkook away from him. So hard, that Jungkook stumbles back. His vampire agility allows him to catch himself quickly, dark eyes glaring at Jimin furiously, but Jimin is already on his way out of the bathroom. 

When he's at the door, he turns around one last time, the threat crystal clear in his voice as he says, "If I ever see you again, I'm gonna make your life hell." 

"That's a promise, wolfie."

🦇

The next day, Jimin wakes up with a headache. 

Not because he had too much alcohol, but because his mind couldn't comprehend what happened yesterday. So when he ran out of the bathroom he didn't even try to find Taehyung and Hoseok again, he just went straight home, taking the bus and sneaking back into the college facilities alone. 

At home, he had enough of a mind to send a text to the group chat and let them know that he went home. His excuse was that his scent blockers had worn off and that the human scents were too much for him. 

His scent blockers hadn't worn off. Not in the slightest. Yet, all Jimin could smell was the weird smell of night, darkness, and something unmistakably vampirish. He spent two hours in the shower to get the scent off him, fuming with anger and frustration. 

See? That is why he hates vampires. Every single one of them is like a psychopath that has no ounce of empathy and only cares for themselves. They're the plague. 

It's not like he was scared of the bloodsucker. Never. But he set a part of Jimin on fire and Jimin's blood never stopped boiling. 

Today is Sunday, so fortunately they don't have any classes today. Jimin has plans to spend the day with Taehyung, but when he looks at the other side of the room he sees Taehyung snoring in his bed with fake blood still all over his face. He decides to let Taehyung sleep; they can watch Criminal Minds on a different day.

Jimin has no idea when they got home, it must have been super late (or early) and thankfully Jimin sleeps like a rock and nothing could ever wake him up. One time one of Taehyung's experiments went wrong and his caldron exploded and Jimin didn't even flinch in his sleep. 

"Taehyung," Jimin shakes Taehyung's shoulder gently. "I'm going to the library. Should I get you coffee on my way back?" 

Taehyung gives a muffled response, something that sounds like, "Iwanslee". Jimin chuckles and decides to bring coffee for Taehyung anyway. 

He leaves his dorm that's situated on the right side of the campus next to a little park  where he likes to go jogging (like once every two months) or have picnics in the summer. Jimin has a thing for it, picnics he means. There's something so aesthetically pleasing and idyllic about it, especially in the evening when the sun is going down and the little woodland fairies come out and shuffle around in the grass. Jimin's favorite is a fairy called Helian, he's super sweet and brings Jimin fresh berries to his window sometimes. 

Jimin walks through the park on his way to the library, and he makes a stop at Helian's tree. It's a willow, and Jimin knocks against the wood to let Helian know he's there. Around him, the huge branches of the tree reach all the way to the ground, creating the illusion of standing inside a little cave or a little world of its own. 

Helian immediately comes flying out of his little door that he carved into the wood, and squeals when he sees Jimin. 

"My werewolf!" he says excitedly and hugs Jimin's neck. He calls Jimin his werewolf affectionately, sometimes he also calls him his silver ball, which Jimin finds a bit funny, but endearing at the same time. 

"Helian, how are you today?" Jimin asks, petting Helian's little back with two fingers. He's as big as a baby kitten, and has two paper-thin wings attached to his back that remind Jimin of the translucent petals of a flower. 

"I'm perfect! I can feel that it will rain today!" 

A thing to know about woodland fairies is that they love, love, love rain. And that they can forecast the weather better than anyone else. Jimin stopped listening to the weather predictions of the human news TV show he sometimes watches, and the notifications he gets on his phone, because they're not fairly accurate. 

"Rain is good," Jimin agrees. "What about your berries? Did the birds eat them again?" 

Helian makes a pained sound. "My werewolf, why do the birds only ever eat my berries? Why not eat Patricia's berries?" 

Patricia is another woodland fairy that lives in a tree a few meters away from Helian's willow. They hate each other. Badly. Before befriending Helian, Jimin had no idea that woodland fairies could be such cunning little creatures. Helian and Patricia literally poison each other's trees from time to time, or they gather bird poop and throw it into each other's homes. 

"Hmm, maybe she did something to your berries?" Jimin wonders. 

"Wouldn't be the first time," Helian grumbles. 

"Why do you hate her again?" 

Helian removes himself from Jimin's neck and flies in front of Jimin's face. "She tried to steal my tree! How could you forget that, my werewolf!" 

Jimin facepalms himself. "Right! But… didn't you try to steal her tree, too?" 

Helian frowns, and his wings shake wildly, a sign that he's agitated. "Of course I did! This is my territory! I was here first!" 

Jimin doesn't understand much from fairy rivalry, but as a wolf he definitely understands territorial behavior. "You're right, sharing territory is non-negotiable." 

"You understand me, my werewolf! Alice said that I should just learn to share, but what does she know? She lives in a magnolia tree with a thousand others."

Typically, more fairies live in trees that bloom in any kind of season, but it's different with other kinds of trees. Usually one fairy owns one tree, but Helian used to be the only woodland fairy in this little park around the campus, which meant that he basically owned every tree here, but ever since Patricia has settled down here as well they've been at war with each other. 

"Alice doesn't know what she's talking about," Jimin says, indulging Helian's dramatics. 

Helian sighs, "You're the only one that understands me. I love werewolves. You guys are so smart." 

A little later Jimin finally arrives at the library. It's his favorite place on campus. It's literally a wet dream for every dark academia enthusiast on earth, and Jimin often drifts off and starts daydreaming when he actually comes here to study. Maladaptive daydreaming, friends. 

This time as well. He was supposed to work on an assignment, but after ten minutes he started daydreaming. 

And he doesn't like where his brain is taking him. First he's imagining being a prince in a foreign nation forced into an arranged marriage but actually falling for his husband, then he's a detective investigating a big embezzlement case, at some point he's even a bassist in a rock band. And daydreaming about those things is okay, it's safe, but it's hard to control thoughts and even harder to not think about something. 

So, inevitably, Jimin is thinking about things he does not want to think about. Best example: kissing his archenemy, said archenemy trying to suck his blood (Jimin is 100% sure he wanted to do it), and then having a weird and still insightful (insightful because Jimin dislikes vampires even more now) conversation with said archenemy. Like–this interaction just proves Jimin's theory that vampires are unsocialised bastards.

But still, how is he daydreaming about sucking faces with a specific vampire right now. Literally, what the fuck. Brain, why are you doing this to Jimin? 

Jimin is in the bathroom with Jungkook again. Jungkook's cold ass hands are on him, Jimin likes it. Jungkook kisses him, he kisses Jungkook back. Jungkook is on his neck, Jimin likes that too. 

Then, suddenly, everything went to shit and Jungkook let his facade drop and destroyed Jimin's fantasy. But, whatever, in this scenario, since it's happening in his mind, Jimin will just pretend that Jungkook is a human. He's gonna ignore the whole bloodsucker thing for now and focus on Jungkook's… yeah on Jungkook's what? On his handsome face? His porcelain skin? His weird scent that somehow made Jimin feel things although it shouldn't? Because, fuck, those are all typical vampire things. On second thought, there's literally nothing human about Jungkook. Jimin was just blended, blind, intoxicated, inebriated, he'll take every excuse he can get. 

Jimin blames his omega for this. 

He often finds himself at odds with his animalistic side. His omega sometimes–or, well, all the time–wants something different than Jimin's human or rational side. It's a conflicting feeling when one side of you is fighting your other side and you somehow feel split, torn apart, broken in two, just because of your nature. Most of the time he can't differentiate between his omega and his human self, and it feels wrong to separate the two, since Jimin is his omega and his omega his Jimin, but there are situations where Jimin can't identify with either side. Typically, he has more problems identifying with his omega side though. 

It manifests in the most impulsive and instinctual ways, which can be difficult to process for Jimin's human side, especially after he moved away from his pack. It makes him stress-nest, as Taehyung calls it, when he usually only ever nests when he's in preheat or extremely emotional. It also makes him rub his face or his scent glands all over things to mark them as his. Jimin is thankful that Taehyung doesn't mind it when Jimin demands to scent him every time he comes back from classes or other activities and enters their room. Jimin needs him to smell like Jimin only because Jimin's omega recognizes their room as his territory and Taehyung as his packmate.

"Hey, Jimin," a familiar voice says from behind and Jimin momentarily forgets about his omega dilemma. 

Jimin whirls around in his chair, sporting a bright smile because he knows exactly who it is. The deep, rich scent is all too familiar to Jimin. 

"Joon!" Joon aka Namjoon aka Jimin's only werewolf friend at AAPA, is standing with his iPad, three books, and a coffee in front of Jimin. If Jimin had to carry all those things he would probably look stupid and would accidentally drop them, but Namjoon makes it look like he was meant to carry things around in his big arms. 

"Hey," Namjoon smiles and sits down next to Jimin. "Since when do you study on Sundays? Isn't that usually the day you, Hoseok, and the witch–oh no, what was his name again?" 

"Taehyung," Jimin supplies. 

Namjoon is a year above Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok, and Jimin only knows him because he's a werewolf too, and the werewolf population at this school isn't that high. Most werewolves don't leave their packs to go to college or live in a place that is close to humans.

Sadly, as Jimin thinks, the werewolf community is very traditional and close-minded when it comes to interacting with other species. Basically all the werewolves that also go to this college somehow formed a little pack, and only keep to themselves. They've asked Jimin multiple times if he wants to join them, but he always declines, feeling uncomfortable in their presence. (+ Jimin has a slight problem with authority, which is not good if you want to live in a pack, because pack means there is a pack alpha and a pack alpha means he's the one that calls the shots and steps over everyone, which makes Jimin want to throw up and light something on fire.) But that also means that the other werewolves on campus don't want anything to do with Jimin. Namjoon is the only other werewolf that doesn't belong to the pack on campus, hence, Jimin and Namjoon naturally became friends. 

"Taehyung, right," Namjoon says slowly. It didn't surprise Jimin that Namjoon knew Hoseok's name. It's generally like this: everyone knows Hoseok and Hoseok knows everyone. 

"But, yeah, isn't Sunday usually the day where you guys hang out and watch that one human TV show?" 

"It is, but–" Jimin suddenly remembers that he can't tell Namjoon about the party they went to. "Well, Tae is a bit sick. Caught a cold somewhere. Yeah." 

Namjoon nods understandingly. "Ahh, I wonder how it is to experience sickness." 

Jimin forgot to mention that Namjoon studies philosophy and that he's particularly interested in human thinkers and philosophers. There are some remarkable supernatural philosophers (for example, the King of the Unseelie Court is said to be a great philosopher, but his books are impossible to translate since fae language is not spoken by many and the fae don't really share their culture anyway) but Namjoon says that they look at the world from a different perspective than human thinkers do. Essentially, they have more insight and explain things based on magic and the influence of angels and demons, whereas humans don't explain the world with the help of anything but their own minds and human science, and occasionally religion, albeit Namjoon finds that even more intriguing. 

"You could ask a witch to create a potion for you that would simulate a cold or a fever," Jimin suggests, trying to be helpful. 

"Hm, maybe I should do that. Thank you for the idea, Jimin," Namjoon thanks him. 

"I could ask Taehyung if he can do it."

"Your witch friend would do that for me? What does he expect in return? I am willing to give him–" 

"Please," Jimin dismissively waves his hand. "I don't think Taehyung would want anything in return. He will see this as the perfect opportunity to experiment on you and you will probably never get rid of him after this. He sees it as entertainment." 

"Witches are peculiar beings," Namjoon comments. "Everyone needs a witch as an ally. You are lucky, Jimin."

Jimin is indeed lucky to be Taehyung's friend. "Thank you, I know," he smiles and then adds, "I'm gonna ask him and let you know what he says, okay?" 

"I owe you something. How can I repay you?" 

"Don't worry, Joon, you don't have to repay me or anything. We're friends, right?" 

"Of course," Namjoon agrees easily. "I feel a bit protective over you. You're younger and as an alpha I can't always escape my instincts, even if the pack life isn't really for me."

"You're cute," Jimin says and it automatically makes Namjoon blush. 

"You say this all the time, but I don't see why," Namjoon complains, touching his cheeks to hide their rosy color. 

Jimin shrugs. "I like you, you have this comforting presence, are always explaining things to me, and I find that endearing. You're a good friend." 

"Oh," Namjoon nods, thoughtful. "That makes sense, I guess." 

"It does," Jimin says, smiling fondly. 

"Right, before I forget it. Have you heard about Senator Hawks coming here to give a lecture? Apparently there's like a limited amount of people that will be allowed inside the lecture room, something about safety and keeping it in a smaller circle. I'm definitely going to apply for a seat. I've heard about his lectures before–"

"Wait a second," Jimin cuts in. "Senator Hawks–for real? Why would he give lectures? Isn't he super busy with elections and shit?" 

"Apparently he's friends with Rector Kane," Namjoon tells him. "And he asked Senator Hawks to be a guest lecturer." 

"That's pretty cool, I didn't know he had such connections."

"They were classmates, graduated from AAPA together, seems like they were pretty close," Namjoon informs him. "Those two and one other person, but I forgot who it was. Also someone influential, I just can't seem to remember the name…" 

"Crazy, I didn't know that," Jimin admits. "Giving lectures at colleges will definitely give Hawks the publicity he needs to win the election. If he has all the young supernaturals on his side he has an advantage."

"That's true," Namjoon says, nodding. But then he adds, "But do you remember the rumors that were going around last year? About him being a blood junkie? And that he visited succubi houses?" 

Jimin frowns, trying to remember if he ever heard about those rumors. "I don't think I've heard about that? But, really? A blood junkie? The other thing doesn't surprise me much, succubi houses are like–I don't want to say common–but couldn't you say that the high ranking members of our society visit those places with more frequency?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "The rumors died down really quickly, so quick that rarely anyone even knows about it. I just remembered because I've read some things about blood junkies recently–had to write a paper about it. Apparently some people on the internet think that there is a new secret blood ring developing that deals with all kinds of supernatural blood and that some of them are addicted to a specific type of blood. So, yeah, I think those rumors weren't true. The blood junkie thing at least, the other thing could be true, but I don't think anyone cares about that."

Jimin scoffs softly. "You think so? Doesn't the council spend most of their time at succubi houses or play with human ambassadors. Politicians, my ass." 

"Badmouthing our leaders, Jimin?" Namjoon says teasingly, but there's also a slight warning undertone that Jimin doesn't miss. 

"You agree with me though," Jimin challenges him. 

Namjoon looks away, a layer of frustration and helplessness falling over his expression. "You know I do. There's a lot wrong with our society, the government is just one part. The hierarchy is unfair and everyone knows it, but what can we do? The Veil is stopping every single one of us from ever going against the will of the angels. A life in secret, just as they want it."

🦇

On Monday, Jimin is standing in front of the administration board and sees the huge poster with the information about Senator Hawks giving a lecture on the 100 year long war and its long-lasting impact on the integrity and socialization process of supernaturals within their own, and within other species. 

It's not completely boring, but it's also not something Jimin finds very interesting. He has a healthy interest for history, human and supernatural alike, since all species lived together in awareness of each other at some point, but his interest ends with the knowledge about the most important events. History is knowledge, because society never stops growing, such as education and culture never stop growing, and people look back at already finished events to learn from them. It's easy; you look at mistakes from the past and you can see what you should do differently next time. 

He texts Namjoon about the lecture. 

Jimin

I don't think I could survive 90 minutes of talking about supernatural history and all that garbage that we already discuss every year on memorial day 

Just saw the info poster, for context  

Namjoon 

That's fair, I'll just tell you if he said something interesting after the lecture. I think I'll still go, just because I want to see Hawks in person yk

Jimin 

He gives me snake vibes, like he sheds skin for every new social event. Bet he's a secret skin walker and not only a shapeshifter

What if he eats my skin and steals my identity? 

Namjoon

I don't think I will ever get your sense of humor  

Jimin snorts, and decides to leave Namjoon on ‘read’. He has to go to class anyway. On his way to the room he texts the group chat real quick, just to ask them if they want to meet for lunch in the cafeteria. 

Sabrina, the fake human, and the one allergic to silver 

Jimin 

@everyone lunch at 1pm?

Tae 

Sure thing 

Human-Hoseok

Let's meet in front of the cafeteria  

Jimin

Perfect! 

Jimin tucks his phone away as he walks into his lecture hall where he is supposed to have an introduction class to medical anthropology now. The new semester just started a few weeks ago and this class has been one of Jimin's favorites. 

Though, without any warning, a weird feeling settles in his chest, like a feeling of foreshadowing, as if some part of his body knows that something is about to happen. He's always been an intuitive person, sensitive to change and good at analyzing situations, and something about this situation feels wrong. 

Helian's weather forecast comes to his mind. Rain. It's supposed to rain. But rain has nothing to do with this, rain is usually a good sign, not something bad, but then why does Jimin feel like something bad is about to happen–

He stops in front of a seat, and feels like the air gets knocked out of his lungs. 

On the seat two rows away, diagonally from Jimin's chosen seat, he sees a set of dark eyes staring at him.

Jimin's eye twitches, and he thinks life has a funny way of ruining things for him. This is so ironic. He literally feels like he jinxed this. 

Let's never meet again, let's forget this, this never happened–

"Oh hell no, Moon Goddess are you kidding me," Jimin curses and quickly looks away, plops down on his seat and clutches his backpack to his chest for emotional support. "This can't be real."

He takes another tentative glance into the same direction and–

Yup, it's really him. 

Jimin's life is a joke. 

He laughs, just because he can't believe this is actually happening. It's so absurd, the chances of seeing him (he, who shall not be named) here should have been zero. Less than zero. Minus three thousand. Just no. 

Jimin's mother always said that Jimin was born under a bad star, that the moon wasn't bright on the day of his birth and that it would mean he would never experience great luck in his life. Jimin always thought that she was exaggerating and talking bullshit about old-fashioned traditions and cultural beliefs that his pack was accustomed to, but surprisingly–or not so surprisingly–it all makes sense to Jimin now. 

Jimin sinks into his seat, trying to hide from everyone's view. His heart is about to spring out of his chest and he can feel his hands shaking. There's anger inside of him, probably a bit of anxiousness as well, but most of it is just a huge ball of overwhelmingness. 

The lecture starts, but Jimin can't pay attention at all. 

He can feel someone staring at him. It gives him goosebumps, and definitely not the good kind of goosebumps. 

Jimin doesn't even dare to glance into the direction of where the stare is coming from. That one small moment of eye contact was enough for Jimin. 

He somehow survives the lecture and right when his professor ends it, he gathers his things (he's been clutching his backpack to his chest the entire lecture anyway) and runs out of the lecture hall. 

He doesn't get far. 

Someone gets a hold of his arm and pulls him back with inhuman strength. 

Jimin drops his backpack, his heart stops in his chest, and suddenly he feels another arm come around him, and one second later, he's moving so fast he can't even see his surroundings anymore. 

As quick as it came, the grip on his arm and waist disappears and Jimin drops to the ground. His head is spinning, he's not used to moving at inhuman speed. The last time he did it was when he was in his wolf form and still lived with his pack. At college, he doesn't make use of his werewolf abilities much. He doesn't like to use it to his advantage to overpower others, not like the asshole of a vampire who just used his powers to overpower him. 

Jimin blinks, trying to get his orientation back, and he notices that they are somewhere in an empty hallway. 

"What happened to your promise, wolfie?"