Oh my God she thought. She was in love with a werewolf. The realization hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with both exhilaration and disbelief. The sheer impossibility of it all left her breathless, so she whispered it to herself, hoping the words would settle into her mind:

I, Jang Y/n, am in love with Kim  Taehyung —my teacher and a werewolf.

And yet, despite the revelation, a storm of questions swirled within her, gnawing at her sanity, urging her to scream. But curiosity was in her nature; it was who she was. She allowed herself to lose focus, her thoughts unraveling as Taehyung’s eyes met hers, filled with the same curiosity and wonder. And in that moment, he saw through the facade she so desperately tried to maintain.

“I know your mind is buzzing with questions,” he said, his voice soft and knowing, pulling her back from her thoughts. She nodded, a smile blooming on her lips as she prepared for what would undoubtedly be an interrogation of epic proportions.

“When your curious mind needs answers, I suppose it’s time,” he chuckled, trying to dispel the tension between them.

“Alright, let the rapid-fire begin,” she said, eyes wide with anticipation.

––

Taehyung settled into his seat, steeling himself for the flurry of questions he knew would follow. Before him sat the girl who had become his world, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and an unyielding hope that pulled at his heart. There was something magnetic about her, something pure and unwavering, that felt like the missing piece he never knew he needed.

His heart ached with the quiet beauty of her. Every slight movement, every quirk of her lips, was amplified a thousand times because he loved her. Her head tilted, a small frown creasing her brow as she realized she’d lost focus. And there it was: her playful, innocent nature that never failed to enchant him.

She caught him staring, eyes narrowing with a knowing smirk. “Done staring, or would you like to continue with the charade?” she teased, feigning innocence.

“I’d appreciate it if you kept that smart mouth of yours shut for a moment,” he tried to sound stern, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

“Or what, Mr. Kim?” she countered, raising an eyebrow, her voice dripping with challenges.

“I might just have to handle it myself,” he quipped, leaning in closer with a grin.

“Oh? How so?” she teased, pushing him further.

“There are ways you know—like duct tape...” he trailed off, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss.

Her eyes widened in a mock surprise. “If you duct tape me, I won’t be able to ask you anything.”

He laughed, a deep, warm sound that resonated in his chest. “That’s exactly the point. I’d be perfectly content with you tied to me, just so I could watch that curious mind of yours all day long.”

She blushed, pulling away just enough to let her defiance shine through. “I think not. I don’t like being confined, not even by a hot guy like you,” she retorted, and his jaw dropped in feigned shock.

She realized what she’d said, hiding her face in her hands, embarrassed. Two could play in this game.

“What did you say? Didn’t hear you,” he teased, grinning like a fool.

“Oh God, no! Please, just... shhh,” she pleaded, trying to stifle her laughter.

“I didn’t hear you again,” he said, leaning closer.

“You are hot! Now shut up,” she said, finally giving in as her cheeks flushed crimson. He laughed, heart swelling with happiness.

“Ah, so I’m hot. Well, then you, my dear, are irresistible,” he whispered, pulling her to him until their faces were mere inches apart.

“And now, about that curious mind of yours?” he prompted, eyes softening with affection.

“What’s it like being a werewolf?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder, reflecting the moonlight like they were stars themselves.

“Being a werewolf is a lot like being human, but with a few unique traits. My wolf is part of me; he’s my essence. We can transform at will, unlike in those old stories where the full moon dictates it, though the moon’s power still affects us. What you saw was my half-form; in my full form, I’m... well, larger, more powerful.”

“Like a dog?” she asked, playful curiosity dancing in her voice.

“No, not like a dog. Larger than dogs, but not quite like a normal wolf. It’s different.”

“And you have a wolf?” she pressed, her blue eyes shining with intrigue.

“Yes. Every werewolf has one; it's like an inner being. His name is Damien,” he said, a fond smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you have superpowers?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Not exactly superpowers, but we do have some traits. Super speed, enhanced healing, heightened senses... reflexes that are almost inhuman.”

She paused, eyes wide, absorbing every word. “Werewolves live in packs, right? Do you?”

“Yes. My pack is called the Blue Moon Pack, named after a rare and auspicious omen. I’m the alpha, the one who leads and protects them. We’re the second-largest pack in the world, just behind the Prowler Pack—our rivals.”

“What about the whole mate thing?”

His expression softened, the pain of his own soul shining through. “Mates are your other half, your soul’s counterpart. They complete you in ways you never thought possible. Without them, life feels meaningless. When you meet them, you just know—you’ll do anything to keep them safe. The love you share with them makes you stronger, but losing them... it’s an agony that tears you apart. Being away from them, even for a moment, feels like an eternity of suffering. There’s no one like them. Your world starts and ends with them.”

Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, and he reached up to gently wipe one away. A dark shadow passed over him as he thought about what it would mean if he ever lost her—what kind of monster he might become. The mere idea made his blood run cold.

“So... you’re Jacob Black?” she said, breaking the heaviness of the moment with a smile that sparkled with mischief.

Leave it to her to make him laugh. He chuckled, the sound raw and genuine. “Twilight is a load of nonsense. Why would you want a fantasy when you have the real deal?”

“Oh, at least he’s hot, unlike you,” she teased, smirking.

His ego took a hit, but the playful glint in her eyes kept him grounded. He knew her weakness—she was ticklish—and now, it was his turn.

“Take it back,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Nope,” she retorted, but her giggles betrayed her as he tickled her until she was laughing uncontrollably.

“Okay, I’m sorry! You’re hot. Happy now?” she said between breaths.

“I’m healing, thank you for asking,” he joked, still holding her close.

“So... I have absolutely no chance of getting rid of you, do I?”

“Not if I can help it. Never,” he said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

“Well, I had to try,” she whispered.

“I love you, Taehyung,” she said, the sincerity in her voice stronger than anything he had ever heard.

“And I love you, Y/n. Till forever.”