Taehyung.

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Exclamations. "In Our Blood"

Jungkook turned for the first time during a full moon. And it wasn't what he expected.

Not pain. Not rage. Not fangs.

Hunger.

He woke up in the forest in the morning, naked, covered in blood, remembering nothing. Only the taste. He didn't know whose. He didn't want to know.

Nearby, on the ground, lay a tuft of fur. And non-human tracks. Wide paws, pressed deep into the mud. As if a beast had stood there for a long time.

A memory surfaced in his head: a huge black wolf. Larger than any he had ever seen. Eyes yellow, like Taehyung's. And the wolf had looked at him not as prey, but as one of its own.

Taehyung found him two days later. Calm, as always. He sat down beside him and handed over a jacket.

"You're not the first," he said. "And you won't be the last."

Jungkook looked at him. At his teeth, which were too straight. At the way he didn't blink when he spoke.

"Did you know?" Jungkook asked.

"I was watching," Taehyung corrected. "You were bound to turn sooner or later. It's in the blood."

"What blood?"

Taehyung smiled. And for the first time, Jungkook noticed: he had no scent. None at all. Like an object.

"Ours," Taehyung said.