I'd like to say that I took it well. Having Grandma - the woman who raised me - raise her voice at me for the first time, being told not to meet my best friend ever again and FINDING OUT THAT I HAVE A FUCKING UNCLE.

But, nope, I wasn't really doing good.

Not the next day, when I stayed home all the time in stead of going to school and neither the day after, when I forced myself out of bed at 6am, anxious feeling inside of me.

Grandma telling me not to see Jungkook anymore was one thing - I mean, we could still talk at school, she wouldn't really be able to stop us.

But the fact that she got angry at me like that was... well, like I said, I wasn't used to that. I take it, I might be a little spoiled in that sense, but I didn't grow up normally, with two parents who raised me.

I grew up with a confused, elderly woman who just happened to be a severely busy witch with a weird imagination of what is important for kids to learn.

Oh, and the fact that she kept a family member from me of course. That, too.

Hiro

I didn't even know wether he had been mom's or dad's brother. Gran Gran, of course, dodged every of my attempts to find out more about this mysterious uncle of mine. And that- that was just wrong. I have every right to get to know my only other relative (that I know of so far, I mean, I don't know how many other uncles she's hiding from me) don't you think so?

I sighed frustrated, kicking aside a stone that was laying on the sidewalk.

It was still dark outside this early in the morning, no one else around. I thought back to the day this stranger had followed and attacked me - if it wasn't for Jungkook, who knows what would've happened to me?

I never told Grandma

Maybe she'd change her mind if I told her how Jungkook saved me.

But probably not.

I yawned deeply when I entered the classroom, already having decided on the questions I wanted to ask Jungkook.

But when I lifted my head to greet him, he wasn't there, which was weird considering that he was always earlier than me.

I sat down confused, trying not to think about it too hard.

I can't possibly expect him to be that early every morning. This doesn't have to say anything.

Slowly but steadily, the rest of our classmates entered the room - only when the last had entered did the shifter finally turn up, eyes hefted onto the floor when he sat down behind me - which was another strange thing.

Jungkook never sat down on his respective seat; He always used every opportunity to stick to me in each class - I'm pretty sure that even our teachers forgot that he isn't actually sitting in the seat next to me.

But today, he sat down behind me obediently and made no move to touch or talk to me.

As well as the next day.

And the day after.

And the- well, you get what I mean. This went on like this for some time.

Until it was Monday again.

My fingers were clenched around my pencil, eyes staring down onto my desk while I tried my best to ignore the overwhelming presence of Jungkook right behind me.

The Jungkook that used to cling to me where ever I went. The Jungkook that had been ignoring me for almost a week now.

I couldn't even concentrate on what the teacher was saying.

I wanted to talk to him! I wanted him to meet eyes with me and blush like a middle school girl! I wanted him tease me about my height, plead me to do his homework because he is a complete fucking moron and ask me if he could scent me!

My head turned around by itself, to the back of the class where I hoped to find Jungkook staring at me like at the very beginning, where he'd earned childish satisfaction out of getting on my nerves.

But he was looking down onto his paper sheet, doing his tasks like the good student he definitely wasn't. Like hell, this fucker was unable to concentrate for over ten minutes straight.

I gritted my teeth and turned back around annoyed.

Yes, yes I know. I'm acting like an annoying fucking tsundere.

What do you want me to do? Admit that I was missing him? Is that it?

Well, obviously I did, Sherlock Holmes. Obviously I was fucking missing him or else I wouldn't've done what I did (no regrets).

It happened during break.

For the past days, I had gone back to search for Seungmin to explain me maths (which I had very much neglected during my time with Jungkook), but today I was aiming straight for the back of the school building, where I knew Jungkook was hiding, because I totally didn't watch where he was heading every time he left the class room for the past days.

He had made a point of hurrying outside as soon as the school bell rang each day, probably to avoid me as best as possible.

He did so as well today, but I jumped up quickly, running after him.

When he turned around to move to the back part of the school building I managed to catch up to him, bringing my hand up to his shoulder.

He turned around startled, giving me the chance of pushing him against the brittle wall, both arms pinning his shoulders against the hard brick.

"What the-"

"Listen here motherfucker, I am so fucking done with your bullshit. When did you start listen to authorities and why did you not warn me before hand?"

His eyes were opened widely as he looked down at me in half surprise, half amusement - admittedly, this was kind of a ridiculous idea. It must've been looking hella weird, how I - a relative small girl - was trying to clumsily pin down this almost two-heads-taller guy.

Apparently Jungkook enjoyed it.

"Aw, did you miss me?" He cooed, instead of just fucking answering me.

"Shut the fuck up," I hissed, "I just wanna know what makes you think you can treat me like that all of a sudden! Am I that insignificant for you?"

Ha, I really got him with this one.

His shit-eating grin immediately disappeared and his hand came up to cup my cheeks, squishing them together as he looked at me in shock, "No! That's not it at all! I'm sorry, did I really make you feel like that?"

I glared at him, waiting for him to realize that I couldn't possibly talk while he was squishing my face like that.

"O-Oh-" He let go, hiding his hands behind his back as if this could erase this silly action just like that.

"I dunno Jungkook. You made feel pretty fucking back, okay? I just wanna know why you decided to do what the adults tell you all of a sudden."

Jungkook stared down at me, expression honest as always. Deep regret and hesitation.

"You know I... I don't care what the Hyung's at home tell me." Voice sounding like that of a kicked puppy, "They have done noting to gain my respect. But Yoongi-hyung is different. I do respect him. And if he tells me to obey your Grandma's words then... I will. I'm sorry if this is making you upset, Bunny"

I sighed, slowly beginning to understand.

I thought Jungkook was an independent, annoying little brat. Turns out he's a loyal boy who just doesn't hand his loyalty over to anyone.

"But Jungkook..." I tried, "Aren't you curious for why Grandma reacted that way?"

He looked away, lips pursed, "...kinda."

I grinned, knowing that I had him on the hook. "So," I cocked my brow, "I wouldn't hurt trying to dig deeper into this, right?"

He still tried to avoid my eyes, visibly struggling against his own curiosity, "Dunno. Maybe."

My grin deepened and I cocked my head to the side, "C'mon Jungkook. How about we find out? Together?" I gave him the final push, "...I really did miss you, Kookie."

His head snapped around and he made a small noise that sounded a bit like a whine. I couldn't even react before this giant puppy had already caged me into a suffocating hug, nose buried in my neck as he inhaled deeply, "I missed you too, bunny!"

I patted his back clumsily, a stupid smile spreading over my face, "A-Alright. It's settled then. Let's reveal this mystery."

The boy giggled happily, shoulders shaking around me as he refused to let go.

He slightly moved his head backwards to look at me, "But- where should we start? Do we know anything at all about your Grandma's past with shifters?"

"Well, let's start with my uncle." I dead-panned.

He blinked, "You have an uncle?"

I snorted, shuffling around to rest a little bit less awkwardly in the shifter's arms, "Apparently, I do, but I don't know much either."

"And? Do you know his name?"

I grinned mischievously, "Do you perhaps know a Hiro?"

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Moira watched her granddaughter enter the house happily, watched how Y/N even skipped over to the kitchen.

Of course, she didn't miss the all too familiar scent that followed the girl as she rushed passed her.

One week only?

The witch sighed disappointed, quietly leaving the room to grab the old landline phone that was collecting dust on the single cupboard in the corridor.

She quickly dialed a number she'd memorized by heart, even after not contacting them for some while now.

"Sup m'lady?"

"Hoseok-ssi? I need your help."

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y'all even remember Hoseok?

xx