《My pup [ taekook]》꧁༒☬☾ 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 23 ☽☬༒꧂
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"Shh" "Come one be quiet!"
Whispers filled my ears as I brought my hands up to my face, rubbing my eyes. The unusual hotness soon filled my body, making my face and body heat up at an instant. I quickly took a hard hold around the blanket as I dragged it off of me. The hot blanket soon left my body, leaving my body for some coll down before it started heating up again.
This goddamn heat is killing me
Why can't Jungkook be here? Why would they have to take my love away?
The whispers soon filled my ears. I stopped all my movements and stood straight up on my legs, ears perked against the door trying to listen to everyone downstairs.
The whisper got louder and hasher when I took a step closer to the door.
I slowly reached for the door handle and pushed it down, revealing the slowly fading sunlight trying to push through from the window.
I took small steps towards the stairs and put one hand on the staircase for support for my wobbly legs.
The feeling of direct pleasure was just increasing with every second and my hormones were spreading through the air.
Once I reached the last stair step the whisper immediately got louder, loud enough for me to hear the conversation properly.
"Guys! He's coming, act normal!" The voice was hoarse, stressed, and worried.
Something had happened and they didn't want to tell me. I'm not stupid.
My small footsteps echoed through the big hall with the fancy table with the fancy chairs. Once I turned around the corner I saw them all standing straight in front of the couch. They were all standing in a perfect line.
Almost like they were trying to hide something behind them.
I quickened my steps and walked fast towards them.
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As I reached the couch they all took a step out creating a wall between me and the couch.
"Let me see." I said in a demanding voice. Of course, it had no effect on them. But they could all hear my serious voice tone.
They all looked terrified and shook their head. After a while of eye contact with them, Jin started moving his hand to his pocket reaching for something, soon he pulled out a white small pill and grabbed the water glass that was placed on the agency beside us.
"Tae, please take this and go back to sleep." He said with the most pleading voice. It was obvious that he was trying to hide something behind it.
I just stared blankly at them, not believing my ears.
Would they all just stand there and not tell me anything? I guess I will have to use my wold senses then.
I transformed into half-human half wold, leaving sharp teeth, shape ears, blue eyes, and a stronger scent. I started sniffing around and searching with my wolf sight.
They all looked worried sick as I continued to snoop around the room.
"Tae please I beg you, go to sleep." This was the first time I ever heard my friend go against me with such a pleading voice. What were they trying to hide?
Soon the sweet but manly scent hit me, I knew that scent only belonged to one person.
Not too long after a low grunt filled the room. My ears quickly perked up as I locked eyes with them all and transformed back to my human form.
Not having normal teeth, normal ears, and back my normal black eyes.
I took quick steps toward them and reached my arms out for support while pushing them away.
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Once I reached through the supposed 'wall' they built I saw what I never would want to see.
There on the couch was Jungkook, he looked terrible.
Big black eye filled one of his eyes, lips bruised. His nose looked broken with the still running red thick liquid. The mere sight of Jungkook hurt broke me.
I dropped to my knees and reached my arms out to gently caress his cheeks. They were swollen and red, all caused by punches.
I reached for the em of the blank and pulled it down checking the rest of his body.
The guys had laid a thick black towel under him, keeping the blood sucked up and not blending with the couch.
His white shirt was ripped into pieces, not even the half-shirt was left and thick scars were visible on both sides of his ribs.
Blood still dropping out of the deep scars. His body was in a hard healing process.
"What happened?" I whispered as I turned around not forgetting to lift up the blanket keeping his body warm until he woke up.
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