17 ⋆ Talk

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Jimin's POV

9 days before preparing for the mating ceremony

I grabbed the necklace off of my neck, chucking it against the wall and shattering it to a million different pieces. I screamed, anger and despair filling every ounce of my body.

"Fuck!" I wailed, running my hands down my face as I crumpled to my knees and held myself, my body feeling empty and drained. I sat there for a while, staring at the broken pieces of the stone.

Jungkook was in another conference to discuss the attack while I was alone and out of love. I ran a hand through my messy hair and slowly I rose to my feet to pull on some warm clothes from the closet. As I tugged them on, my mind wandered to the outside and the sudden desire to be anywhere but inside of these walls.

I left eventually and marched down the gravel path. After walking for a long time, I came across a small lake, spotting Jin trying to skip rocks across it. I watched him struggle for a while, until I couldn't stand it anymore and walked over, grabbing a rock on the way.

I stood beside him, he jumped at my sudden presence, but I ignored his reaction. "You gotta twist your wrist, and snap it while swinging your arm big, like this," I threw the flat rock, it skipped at least eight times, I smiled proudly looking over at him.

He watched the rock sink, not looking back, "...Thanks."

He grabbed another rock, and I instructed him through each step. He tried again, but the rock only made a big splash and sank slowly to the bottom.

He pouted, sat down on the ground, ears turning red. "Whatever... fishing is much better and way more fun than this."

I rolled my eyes at his excuse, "You'll get better if you just practice more". I sat down beside him. We stayed there in silence for a while, hearing birds chirp and watching the tranquil scenery.

I contemplated whether or not to talk to Jin about what happened between me and Jungkook, as Jin knew him for a long time, and could maybe give some useful advice, but then I realized there's something else I need to address before anything.

I cleared my throat, bringing attention to myself. "So... about what happened on that training field... I... I want to apologize... I'm really sorry." I whispered.

After some suffocating silence, he said, "It's alright. Don't worry about it. It didn't even hurt."

I chuckled at the last part in disbelief. "Sure it didn't hurt, you rolling around on the ground was just great acting."

He gasped and glared at me offended, "Excuse you, I am a great actor, I graduated from Konkuk University, the top acting school in all of Korea."

"Wow that's actually pretty amazing. Actor Jin, good for you." I hummed, genuinely impressed.

"Thank you," he smiled, content at my reply. "They don't call me worldwide handsome for no reason, and with my talent, I'm definitely going to Hollywood and collaborate with Brad Pitt."

Baffled, I was speechless at how shameless Jin was. My face scrunched up and my face red as I tried not to burst out laughing at his ridiculous statement.

He then looked at his watch, and stood up suddenly, startling me. "Oh my god, my break is over, I have to go back and guard." He turned and dashed onto the gravel road.

"Bye!" He yelled and waved at me. I waved back.

I stepped onto the gravel road, walking back, feeling somewhat refreshed as I've gotten one thing off my chest, but the looming incident that happened yesterday between me and my mate weighed on my mind once more, and it's not going away anytime soon.

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As I was once again occupied with my thoughts, I spotted Seungjae who was, sure enough, standing outside alone.

"Hey." I said, catching his attention.

"Hi." He said back, staring at me.

"Want to walk with me?" I asked monotone, wrapping my jacket around my shoulders a little bit tighter. He nodded and walked over to me, taking my hand.

"You look sad again." He said, looking up at me.

"I am sad again." I sighed, looking down at him with wary eyes.

"Why are you always sad?" He asked. I gave a small chuckle to his observation, noting that wasn't a good thing.

"Our Alpha isn't being too kind to me." I told him.

"Why not? He loves you." Seungjae argued.

I shook my head. "Remember how we talked about how we were different because I was human and he was a werewolf? And how I couldn't love him the way he loves me?" I questioned. Seungjae nodded. "Your Alpha thinks I'm getting too powerful because I can take people out just by saying a few words."

Seungjae stared at me. "But Luna's are supposed to be strong. Momma says that sometimes, Luna's are more powerful than Alpha's and that can make them mad." He said.

I nodded and looked down at him. "That's why our Alpha is so afraid. He thinks I'm going to be more powerful or something. I killed everyone yesterday, Seungjae. All of the enemies. Just by saying one word. That's how much power I've assumed." I told him.

"No no, the alpha gets mad because they are scared that Luna will get hurt from their own power, from the moon goddess, they are scared that they can't protect Luna." Seungjae said, correcting my words.

I shook my head, disagreeing with his words as my eyes started to tear up.

"He punched me for it." I whispered.

Seungjae giggled a little bit, making me look down at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Dad hurts mom and mom hurts dads too." I opened my mouth to say something, confused, but nothing came out.

He looked up at me and stared. "They don't mean it, Luna. We're part werewolf, you know. It's in our blood to be violent sometimes. But we don't mean it. We do it by accident, but we still love our mates and family and they still love us."

I stared at him with hard eyes and swallowed, "Where I'm from, that's called abuse." I was stunned by how he played it off.

He looked down and started to walk again. "Our world isn't your world. And you're in our world now. He doesn't mean it, Luna. He still loves you." He went on, "Mom threw her shoes at dad yesterday. It was funny."

We walked in silence a little longer, his words echoing in my head. In no way did I consider what Jungkook did acceptable, but Seungjae was right. This was their world and they were part wolf. Jungkook still loves me, he has no choice to, I'm his mate, but I wasn't going to let it slide so fast.

Seungjae started talking again. "You should stop trying to get even more powerful, though. Love is a balancing act. You only get back what you put in. If Alpha doesn't like it, then you should stop. I'm sure there are some things you don't like about him."

I smiled at his once again wise words for such a young age. "I hate how stern he always looks," I chuckled, "But he's started to smile more and have more fun."

Seungjae nodded. "See, he's stopping for you, you should stop for him. I think you should go home and just sit down and talk to him."

I looked down at him. "You know, sometimes it feels like you're the only one on my side?" I told him.

He smiled and stopped, looking around. "I should go home. Momma is starting to get mad at me for leaving."

I laughed and turned with him. "I'll walk you home. I should go back too." We walked in quiet on the way back, walking through ankle deep snow, his words ringing through my head over and over again.

I waved goodbye as we reached his house, then continued on my way back, thinking about what I should say to Jungkook when I saw him. I can't wait to go home as this tiny adventure that I went on drained my energy. The sun was setting, and I was cold and tired.

I entered the warm house, finding it empty. He wasn't back yet. I sighed and padded over to the kitchen, pulling up a stool to the kitchen counter and facing the door so that when he came in, I would be the first thing he saw. Before I sat down completely, I made myself some coffee and walked to the bathroom.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I noticed the faint bruise across my cheek from his punch. "Werewolf strength." I muttered to myself, gently grazing my fingers over the purple mark. I reached up to the bandage on my forehead and quickly took it off, looking at the gash that was starting to scab over.

"I can probably take those out." I whispered, reaching under the cabinet to find the first aid kit. I grabbed the small scissors and leaned forward to the mirror, carefully snipping the stitches and pulling them out. I only winced a few times until eventually all of them were gone. I sniffed and put everything away, grabbing my coffee off of the counter next to me and returning to the kitchen.

I only sat for about a minute before he walked through the door, his eyes immediately locking on mine. He slowly shut the door as I stared at him.

"We need to talk." I told him, pursing my lips and hoping I looked intimidating.

Jungkook nodded and walked over, grabbing a stool and sitting down on the opposite side of me. I sat my coffee down and looked up at him warily.

"I can't do this..." I started softly. I could see his shoulders sag slightly, his eyes filling with pain. "I can't do this life with you if you can't accept me," I continued, "Your world is so different from mine. This, all of this, is new to me. It's scary, it's new, it's intimidating, but it's mine now. Jungkook, I love you. I really do. But you have to understand, this is new to me."

I stared into his eyes, not backing down. "You have to accept that what I am, what I'm becoming, is something new to me. Something I never would have considered to ever happen in my life. What you did, I support by no means. You can't just... hurt me like that because I'm trying to adjust as best as I can to this new life. It hurt me. I am a human, not a werewolf."

"And even though I want to be mad at you, I want to ignore you, and I want to leave you, I can't. Because I love you. And you taught me that that's what a mate is. Even though I want to despise you and run away, I can't because my heart keeps pulling me back. I love you Jungkook, but I can't do this if you don't love me too."

"Now, you're changing for me. I see that. I fell in love with you when you were stern and cold, but I'm also falling in love with the new side of you. You changed that for me, so I'll change for you. I won't try to advance my power anymore. I won't do anything related to assuming more power anymore if it means being able to keep you. I need you, Jungkook, and I love you." I told him.

He was staring at me, his eyes dark, just how I always knew them to be. Slowly, he reached out and took my hand in his. "Jimin..." He whispered, raising my hand to his lips and kissing it softly, "I love you. So much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," He said, staring into my eyes, I think I could see tears almost spilling over, but it was too dark to tell. "I can't fix what I've done, but I can make the future better, I promise. I love you."

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