Jungkook (suppressors)

– Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung never forgot to take his suppressants every morning; they protected him from the transformation. Jungkook, meanwhile, observed this every day, serving breakfast with a smile.

But this morning, Taehyung's cup was left unattended for a moment. That was enough. Jungkook's trembling fingers emptied the contents of a tiny packet into his coffee—a tasteless, odorless white powder. A neutralizer.

The evening was quiet. They were watching a movie, and Taehyung suddenly winced, rubbing his temples. — My head is splitting. And it's hot.

"Open the window?" Jungkook suggested, his heart pounding somewhere in his throat. Taehyung just shook his head, getting up, and went to the bedroom, muttering something about going to bed early.

Jungkook waited. He sat in the dark living room, listening to every sound. First, a muffled groan, the sound of a body falling. Then a low wheeze, coming from the very depths of his chest. The sound of tearing fabric. The quiet, nightmarish crunch of bones.

The bedroom door was ajar. Jungkook stood and walked toward it, holding his breath. Taehyung's body lay convulsed on the carpet in the moonlight. His back was arched unnaturally, his fingers digging into the pile, turning into claws. The skin on his shoulders and along his spine was darkening, covered in coarse, black fur. His face was contorted in silent agony—his human consciousness struggling with a body that no longer obeyed him.

Jungkook froze at the threshold, his eyes devouring every detail. He felt no fear. Only a burning, all-consuming delight. It was beautiful.

Where Taehyung had just lain, a mighty creature rose up. A huge wolf with fur the color of night and eyes filled with a wild, inhuman torment. Its gaze fell on Jungkook in the doorway. The beast took a step forward, a low growl erupting from its throat—a warning, full of rage and pain. But Jungkook didn't retreat. He slowly, as if enchanted, took a step forward. "This is what you are," Jungkook whispered, his voice filled with nothing but awe. "Don't fight it... You're beautiful."

suppression of true form