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bite me pt.2

f e w d a y s l a t e r

"Ready or not, here I come~" a gravelly voice echoed into the night sky. The sound caused a wrack of shivers to shoot down your spine, your breath caught in your throat from the sudden noise.

Branches repeatedly scratched your face as you ran, you kept sprinting deeper and deeper into the dreaded forest, stumbling every once and a while from the fear pumping your panicked heart. With every frantic step, pain coursed throughout your body more and more. Your own hot tears blurred your vision in front of you and stung.

Claws came out of nowhere, grabbing onto you from the side, shredding fabric and tearing into flesh. You screamed as blood splattered everywhere, tumbling into the other direction, trying to get away from the monster chasing after you.

There was nowhere to hide, there was no other way out. The same loud, aggressive barks from that night filled the air. Your heart was beating furiously and you felt as though you were choking on air, the sounds seemed so close.

Flashes of fangs and  gold eyes haunted you.

Rough hands latched onto your shoulders and pulled you away from the scene, the grey image of frail trees fading away. You felt really tired all of a sudden, like the essence of your very life was leaving you and that made you inwardly panic even more.

Dots started to cover your sight, the dots became red and that red was your blood and oh my god he was coming after you, he's closing in, this is it, he's-

"Y/N!"

The sharp tone pulled you out of your dream.

A pair of dark almond-shaped eyes met yours, his hand was laid gently on your shoulder and his brows furrowed in concern. Once he noticed you were awake, he quickly retracted and stood up.

"Sorry, nightmare," you muttered, slightly embarrassed that he had to come to wake you up. You sat up and looked up at him.

"I figured," he ran a hand through his hair, causing the blonde locks to flop in a wave. The sides of his head were shaved off now, but he kept the top at a good length. It was a breathtaking look on him, masculine and sporty. Which fit the whole wolf thing he had going on perfectly.

Not that you'd tell him that, of course.

He caught you staring and cleared his throat, looking away. You could still see the faint pinkish hue form on his tan face. "I came to ask you something," he scratched the back of his head, grabbing fistfuls of hair as he avoided your gaze.

"What's up?" you awkwardly replied.

His eyes met yours once more.

"Pancakes or waffles?"

"French toast."

"That works." he smiled warmly at you.

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After you finished getting ready for the day, you swiftly dashed to the kitchen. Eager from the sweet smell of breakfast wafting through the air. Your leg felt much better now, and Kris smiled at that fact as you sat down at his simple dining table.

Your eyes widened at the thick stack of toast in front of you.

"You made all this?"

Kris was facing the stove, but you saw him flinch a bit at the question. He didn't turn around, and you could catch the tips of his ears blush just a bit.

"I have a big appetite, so... I need to eat a lot." he faced you, another full plate in his hands.

"Oh."

"Yeah," he sat down across from you.

"It's a wolf thing right?"

"No I'm just fat," he rolled his eyes, scoffing in amusement, "Yes, it's a wolf thing." his lips curved into a smirk as he started to eat.

"So you have good metabolism or something?" you tilted your head, it never really hit you how this whole thing worked for him. You didn't really ask, mostly because it felt rude. But this whole "thing" is what got you here. So you felt like you had a right to know.

"No, the amount of exercise I put in a day in both bodies manages to burn it all," Kris was immersed in his food, but he still answered your questions patiently.

"So if you didn't turn-"

"I'd be fat." he quickly finished, already ahead of you.

"Does it hurt when that happens?" you continued, suddenly not interested in food.

He looked at you, swallowing hard. You caught on it was probably a sensitive topic, but that didn't stop you from wanting an answer.

"Everytime," he looked away, wiping his mouth with the side of his hand.

"How did you even become this?"

The hard clank of him throwing his fork down on the table made you realize you went too far.

"Why do you care?" he growled, almost baring his teeth at you.

"I'm just curious," you trailed off, wishing there was a way you could reverse time so you could take it back.

"Curiousity killed the cat, okay. So step off and eat what I make you," he snapped, pushing up out of his seat angrily.

His rudeness only made you mad as well.

"Your whole 'condition' or whatever is what brought me here, so I have a right to know!" you challenged.

"You don't need to know anything," he snarled at you, a clear dog-like growl enmitting from his throat.

"Yes I do!" you snapped.

"You don't!" he shot back, his hands balled into fists.

"Tell me how you became a fucking werewolf!"

"It's none of your business!" his hands slammed down onto the table with such force you jumped. His eyes were dangerously gold now, and you caught the sight of fangs starting to appear. "Do you think I wanted this?" his voice became raspy, and several octaves deeper. "I didn't ask for this."

He looked at you with such fury, if it could kill you would have left this earth already. He was also gripping onto the chair so hard his knuckles turned white.

Immediately you thought back to your nightmare. Gold eyes.. white fangs.. and then blood.

You got up and rushed back to your room, slamming the door behind you.

You were going to pack your things, but then realized you had nothing to take. Kris had been supplying you with everything the past couple of days. You were wearing his shirt, sleeping in his bed, eating his food. He actually took really good care of you, why?

Said man burst through the door, a fiery gold still glinting in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he spoke calmly, carrying a collected, disciplined aura. Completey different from the unpredictable, enraged one he was giving off just seconds ago.

"I'm all better now, I don't need to be here, " you stood your ground with him, not wanting to be scared.

He stepped closer to you, eventually so close your chests were touching and he had to look down. "I need you here," he whispered, his breath lightly fanning your face as you looked up at him.

You took a step back, "Why?"

He breathed out though his nose,"That night.. ugh, how do I even explain this?" his face scrunched up in frustration and he held himself.

He took a deep breath,"I'm just going to be blunt because I can't lie to you, sit down."

Confused, you obeyed and let him continue.

"So obviously I'm a werewolf, which means I'm part wolf," he bit his lower lip and looked over to you to make sure you understood.

"Yes?" you became even more confused.

"Part animal," he hesitated. "I don't run with a pack. My kind, well, we have mates," he glanced at you again before continuing. "And sometimes those mates are human."

Your eyes went wide, "Are you saying-"
He held up his hands so he could finish.

"The night I found you, I wasn't even supposed to interact with you. I just wanted to know who you were," he looked down with a tiny bit of shame, those big golden eyes becoming akin to a puppy's. "I just- sometimes I lose control. And when I saw you I just wolfed the fuck out, like a full on animal. I don't even know why. I just know it has to be important okay so I've been taking care of you because I consider you mine and that's my responsibility and I know it's been a bad start but I tried to make up for it so the point is I want to formally ask you, and you don't have to say yes but I'll kinda die if you don't, so-"

"Yes. I'll do it," you interrupted his rambling. Usually men are terrible at expressing their feelings, and this act of vulnerability and emotion, Kris was quite literally pouring his heart out, touched you. Wolf or no wolf, you were willing to give that a chance. Because feelings carry a lot of stigma, and you could appreciate someone who didn't care if he put himself out there in the open like that. Especially if said person was doing it because and for you.

You saw him look back in disbelief, "You what?" he almost choked out.

"I'll be your mate. Though I kind of like 'girlfriend' better but-"

"You will?" His ethereal eyes were beaming, you could've swore if he had a tail it'd be wagging. "Can I turn you right now? I mean can I make you my m- girlfriend right now?" he corrected after you gave a confused look.

"Are you going to like, bite me or something?"

"Yes, I have to bite you. Did you think it was something else?" he smirked, sitting next to you on the bed.

"Does it have to be right now?" you squeaked, not liking the idea of getting your flesh torn apart again.

He reached out and enclosed your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze, "I'd really like it to be.." he looked into your eye with a newfound passion.

"Will it hurt?" you felt all warm from his sudden affection.

"Yes, but I can help you with that," he reassured you, sincerity written all over his face.

"Okay," you squeezed his hand back, your face suddenly becoming hot as he slowly let his canines show.

He leaned in, starting with simple butterfly kisses on your neck. You held his hand tightly as the sensation made your stomach flutter.

Then came an excruciating amount of pain that literally made you cry out. It felt like someone was taking a knife to your neck, except that knife was also hot and wet and there were two of them. And they dug into your skin so hard it could've hit bone. The amount of pressure stabbing your fragile skin made tears spill out all on their own.

And just like that, it got worse. When Kris detatched you felt dizzy, your blood felt like it was boiling and your body was on fire.

You felt a hand on your face pull you in and then he was kissing you, his lips on yours cooling you off and numbing the pain by a lot.

As long as this moment felt, just like that it was over. And he was resting his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Thank you for that," he whispered, bringing his hands up to cradle your face. "I'm going to be so good to you, just wait."

"I don't want to wait," you stood up, his eyes following you like a confused puppy. "Let's start now and finish breakfast." you grabbed him by the arms and pulled him up and out of the room. He gladly followed with the biggest smile on his face.

Yep, that tail would definitely be wagging.

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I'm such a hoe, obviously biased for Kris Wu sksksksksksksk. Literally almost 2k words but IM PROUD HOW THIS TURNED OUT. (ˊᵕˋ) also its 4am. also I have a bts vampire book if you wanna check that out. these are my two groups and I was like if one are wolves then the other gotta be vamps ya dig? sorry it's late I need sleep