(In which Wendy wants a meet-cute, but ends up having the exact opposite of an amusing and charming first encounter.)

On the first day of college, Wendy woke up with determination. To meet new friends? To do well in class? To connect with her professors? All nope.

It was to find a boyfriend.

For the past twelve years, she had only focused on her studies. In middle school, when everyone got their first boyfriends or girlfriends, she had been working hard on algebra two, since she had skipped two grades for math. In high school, when everyone lost their virginity, she had been grinding her ass off to get good scores on the SAT, ACT, and Advanced Placement tests. Now that she was in college, she reasoned that it would be a perfect time to relax a bit and have some fun before internships and the stress of her career crept onto her.

"Good morning," Wendy sang as she looked out the dorm's single window. The sun was shining, the sky was clear and blue, and the birds were chirping. Ah, everything was so perfect. She felt confident that she would meet someone cute today. Maybe even snatch their heart. Wendy giggled at the thought.

"You're daydreaming again," Sooyoung grumbled. For a girl who everyone occasionally called Joy, she was the exact opposite of everything the word meant.

"I can't help it." Wendy smiled, picking up the outfit she had chosen. A pink and white plaid dress. Cute picnic and summer vibes. She squealed. She was going to snatch the boy's heart with her adorable powers.

"It's too early for this," Sooyoung rolled her eyes.

Blowing Sooyoung a kiss, Wendy changed into the dress, slipped into her strappy white sandals, and heaved her satchel to her shoulder. Looking in the mirror and posing with a peace sign, she decided that she was ready.

Mission starts now!

Although her first class wasn't far from her dormitory, the campus was a confusing mess of intersecting paths and unclear road signs. Before long, Wendy was helplessly lost. She was also sweating from the sun and her increasing panic. So much for her plan to arrive early at class and strike up a conversation with a cute boy.

Frowning at the building that she was sure she had passed a minute ago, she looked down at her darn GPS, took one step, and crashed into a person. Her hands automatically flew up to steady herself, which happened to be a very hard chest.

"I'm so sorry!" Wendy gasped as she looked up to see her victim. The sight stole away her breath. 

She immediately threw her previous thought into the trash because oh she was so glad she was lost. The person she bumped into had got to be the most stunning boy in the world. No joke. So stunning Wendy had to blink twice to make sure the person was real.

"It's okay."

Oh my god, his voice is so deep.

A second passed, and then the boy cleared his throat and looked down. Wendy followed his gaze and realized she was still holding onto his chest.

Cheeks flaming with heat, she jumped back. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized again.

The boy laughed and shook his head. "It's okay."

"I was lost and looking at all the buildings. Which, by the way, looks all the same, so they really should consider innovating the campus. Or at least provide better signs because everything is so confusing," Wendy said. Did she mention before that when she was nervous she had brain farts where her brain would ramble on and on without any filter? She slapped a hand over her mouth before she could continue.

"Which building are you going to?" he asked. "Maybe I can help you."

"Jung Seok Learning Center."

"That's where I'm going! We can walk together."

Wendy's heart jumped. This was definitely fate. What else could it be? Today, we will walk to class together. Next week, we work on the same project. Next month, we're holding hands and buying each other teddy bears.

On the walk to the correct building (it was hidden behind two other huge buildings), Wendy learned that his name was Chanyeol (even his name sounds nice, she thought), he was a government major (he could be my lawyer husband, she thought), and he loved to eat pork ribs (I can make kickass pork ribs, she wanted to shout).

Arriving at class, Chanyeol asked, "Want to sit with me?"

Wendy enthusiastically nodded. At this point, she would jump off the bridge if Chanyeol asked her.

He walked to a row in the very back that was mostly empty except for one boy with his head buried in his arms.

"He's asleep again." Chanyeol sighed.

Curiously, Wendy walked to the empty seat next to the sleeping boy and sat down. What did she do now? Wake him up and introduce herself. Or completely ignore him and just talk to Chanyeol.

"I swear, that boy never actually attends class. He treats this place like his bedroom," Chanyeol muttered.

"You know him?"

"My friend."

"Who is he?"

"Yoongi, but everyone calls him Suga."

"Suga?"

"Because he has a big sweet tooth."

"Why isn't his nickname Sugar then?"

Chanyeol shrugged. "Because he thinks Suga is cooler. More swag, I quote."

Wendy decided then that Suga wasn't someone who could help her get a boyfriend. Or make good boyfriend material.

Suddenly, Yoongi (she thought it was too weird to call him Suga) stirred. He lifted his head, sticking his nose into the air like a literal dog, and sniffed the air.

The dude just sniffed the air.

What the fuck was he smelling? Sugar?

She felt Chanyeol shoot ramrod straight.

Yoongi seemed to sniff a few more times before he whipped his face towards Wendy. His eyes were half-closed, forming slits, but she swore she saw his pupils focus on her. Then, quicker than the speed of light, he grabbed Wendy's wrist and sniffed her skin.

"You smell good," he said, his voice gruff from sleep.

Wendy shot backwards in shock. What the fuck was happening? A pervert?

"Like maple syrup and honey," he whispered.

Her eyes widened in bewilderment. How did she respond to this?

He tilted his head and flashed a wolfish grin, all his teeth showing and his eyes opening with delight. Wendy shivered. "Oh, what's up, Chanyeol. Didn't see you there."

Chanyeol's eyes narrowed. "Obviously."

Chuckling, Yoongi collapsed back onto the table and before long, he was snoring again.

"I'm so sorry," Chanyeol said.

Wendy turned to look at him. Her brain was still trying to process what had just happened. She smelled like maple syrup and honey? What the actual fuck. She didn't even have maple syrup in her dorm. Even though she had a thousand questions, she blurted out the first thing in her mind, "Why are you sorry?"

And ended up sounding rude.

...

"Let me smell you!" Sooyoung whined.

Wendy darted to the kitchen and peeked her head out. "Absolutely not."

"But you smell like maple syrup and honey..."

"Sooyoung, use your brain! How is that possible? I sprayed lavender perfume today. He was probably high or still drowsy."

Giving up, Sooyoung flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. "Actually, he probably likes you."

Wendy's brows slammed down. "What?"

"L-I-K-E," she spelled the word out. "Like."

"If that counts as liking me, then... I'm ready to give up on romance."

"Sweetie, it's because you don't have experience. Every romance needs sexual tension, and what makes better chemistry than some I-really-hate-you-but-I'm-willing-to-hate-fuck-you tension."

"The only tension I felt today was in my forehead when I shot him eye daggers."

Sooyoung waggled her eyebrows. "Mark my words. You will soon be eating your words."

Wendy frowned. "But I like Chanyeol."

"Chanyeol is blah," she countered.

"Blah? He's perfect! And handsome! And he's really nice-"

"Perfect is boring," Sooyoung interrupted. "You need some excitement to balance your years of reading textbooks and writing essays. And perfect Chanyeol cannot provide that. But weird Suga, on the other hand, definitely can."

"But my feelings won't change," Wendy protested. "No matter how blah Chanyeol is."

Sooyoung smirked. "Like I said, you will soon be eating your words."

...

For the next four weeks, any effort to get closer to Chanyeol was dwarfed by Yoongi's persistence.

"He just doesn't understand that I don't want to talk to him!" Wendy shouted, slamming the knife into the kimchi. She was making kimchi fried rice, but currently, the kimchi was Yoongi's neck and the knife was Wendy's wrath and irritation. Off with your head, you crazy bitch.

"My poor cutting board," Sooyoung sobbed as she started heating the oil in the pan. "It doesn't deserve this brutal treatment."

"Sooyoung! Were you even listening to me?"

"Of course. I just don't understand why you're so mad."

"One, he won't stop poking me with his pen!"

After the smelling incident, Wendy had changed seats so that Chanyeol was between Yoongi and her. To any other person, that move usually indicated a lack of interest. However, Yoongi apparently didn't get the memo. With the black G2 pen he carried everywhere, he would lean backwards, reach around to poke Wendy's arm, flash her his arrogant grin, and ask, "How was your day?"

"He wants to make conversation," Sooyoung pointed out.

Wendy continued, ignoring her friend, "Two, he's always giving me half of his pork ribs!"

If she wanted to eat lunch with Chanyeol, then that also meant Yoongi would be there. Like a buy one get one free special, except the special only existed because nobody else wanted the free item. But that wasn't the problem. Lunch would've been fine, since Yoongi was pretty quiet and Chanyeol was the conversation starter of the duo. The problem was that when the dining hall served meat, he would give Wendy half of his portion.

"I don't need pork ribs," Wendy had snapped.

"Don't be shy," was his infuriating and lame reply.

"I'm not being shy! If I wanted them, I would buy more. Besides, why don't you give them to Chanyeol?"

"Because I don't like him," he deadpanned.

Wendy's jaw had dropped. Chanyeol had only laughed at her shock, unaffected by Yoongi's bold statement.

"He's taking care of you," Sooyoung said as she stirred the rice with a spatula.

"But I never asked for that! I can take care of myself."

"Fine, so let's mark this as a bit iffy."

Wendy put the chopped kimchi into the pan. She took out the huge slice of spam and cut it through the middle. "Three, he gets so happy when I call him by his name. I swear that in his past life, he was a dog."

One day, Wendy had been walking to class with Chanyeol and Yoongi when an electric scooter zoomed past them, sliding so close to Yoongi that Wendy could see his strands of baby hair lift in the resulting breeze.

Heart pounding because of the sudden shock, Wendy hadn't thought about anything when she grabbed Yoongi, turned him around, and asked, "Oh my god, Yoongi! Are you okay? The electric scooter almost killed you!" She turned to look at the receding rider and loudly cursed. "I really thought you were going to die."

However, instead of showing any fear, the corner of Yoongi's mouth had twitched. He almost looked satisfied. "You're worried."

Wendy frowned. "Of course, that was dangerous." She dropped her hand and stepped back, but Yoongi followed, maintaining the same distance between them.

"You also called me by my name." His eyes were shining with amusement and something Wendy couldn't place. Something that seemed primal and raw, as if Wendy had just called him "her bitch" in a sexual way. Totally not appropriate in this situation.

"Yes? Do people not do that?"

"They do," Yoongi whispered, "But my name on your sweet tongue? That's sexy."

"Basically," Wendy declared to Sooyoung, snapping out of her flashback. "He's a pervert."

"Wendy, you know I love you and I want you to be happy. However, these all sound like something a dude will do if he likes you. No guy will be this nice if..." Sooyoung trailed off when Wendy glared at her with the fiery of a thousand suns. "Actually, you're right. He hates you. Do you want me to kick his ass? I have really pointy stilettos that are perfect for slicing skin."

Wendy sighed and dumped the diced spam into the sizzling pan. "You have to wait in line after me. I called dibs first." She put down the knife and crossed her arms. "I just don't understand how Chanyeol could be friends with Yoongi. They're so different."

"The law of chemistry says opposites attract," Sooyoung said.

"Well, I must let you know. Psychology says that the claim 'opposite attract' is bullshit."

...

MESSAGE FROM CHANYEOL TO WENDY
CHANYEOL: hey r u awake

Wendy shot up in bed. She had been lazily scrolling through Instagram when the text came in at exactly midnight. "Oh my god," she squealed, "Guess who texted me?"

Sooyoung flipped over. "Yoongi?"

"No! Chanyeol! Chanyeol texted me."

"Oh," Sooyoung grumbled. "Anticlimactic."

"Anti-Chanyeol," Wendy rolled her eyes.

WENDY: what's up
CHANYEOL: this is gonna sound rlly bizarre
CHANYEOL: but can u go to the cluster of trees nxt to the building where we have class together

"He wants to meet me..." Wendy said. Curiosity and confusion swirled in her. A venture into some hidden place at midnight with one other person sounded strangely like...

"Murder. He's planning to murder you," Sooyoung interrupted.

"Or it could be that he wants to confess," Wendy pointed out. Please be that. If Chanyeol confessed, then Yoongi would've no reason to get in between them. She could have a boyfriend, and get rid of Yoongi at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone.

Sooyoung snorted. "Name one perfect person who decides to confess in the middle of a night."

"Hey!" Wendy protested as she swung her legs off the bed. "It happens in a lot of dramas and movies."

Eyes widening with bewilderment, Sooyoung said, "You're going?"

"Of course," Wendy said. "I can't leave Chanyeol hanging."

"You're going to die!"

"I'll bring my pepper spray." She grabbed the small black bottle, which was attached to a lanyard, and put it around her neck. "I'll have 911 on speed dial." She inserted the number into her phone, showed it to Sooyoung, and then locked the screen. "Should I bring a sword?"

"Oh my god, just go," Sooyoung huffed.

"I'll tell you the good news when I come back." Wendy winked before leaving the room.

WENDY: i'll be there in 10 mins

Even though it was currently midnight, the campus wasn't empty. Because it was a Saturday night, groups of people were leaving for parties. There were even some people who had already come back, laughing a bit too loud and walking in a very drunken way. Personally, Wendy could never enjoy herself at parties; everything smelled too much of weed and alcohol, which was disgusting.

When she arrived at her destination, she cautiously called out, "Chanyeol? Are you here?"

There was a short moment of silence, and then a rough voice that definitely didn't belong to Chanyeol said, "I prefer to go by Suga."

Wendy froze as Yoongi walked out from a tree. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with the hoodie pulled up. Only the tip of his ash white hair was visible from beneath the hoodie. His eyes seemed to pin Wendy in her spot, while his smile indicated mischief and the promise of wicked things. In the moonlight, he looked like an assassin.

"But like I said before, with you, I like Yoongi."

Jaw gaping (that tended to happen a lot with him), Wendy studied their surrounding. "Why are you here? Where's Chanyeol?" The place was quiet and still; shadows exploded like monsters on the ground because of the abnormal shape the branches and leaves created. Wendy shuddered. "Oh my god, Chanyeol texted me, saying he'll meet me here. But you're the only one here besides me. Come to think of it, his text never said himself specifically, so he planned this. But why would he plan this? If you wanted to talk to me, why not just personally text me?" She couldn't shut up. "So why are you here? Fuck, I'm going to die, aren't I?"

She doubted Yoongi would actually harm her, but, nonetheless, her hand grabbed the pepper spray; her grasp tightened on her phone. "I'm not planning to die, yet. I have this and 911 by my side," she declared.

He merely looked at the weapon and her phone with amusement. "Wendy, if I was going to kill you, I could've done it a long time ago. It's not exactly hard. I also didn't text you myself because I know you wouldn't have come out to meet me. "

Before Wendy could incredulously ask what he meant by "not exactly hard", he walked towards her and grabbed both her hand and the pepper spray. He paused, as if waiting for Wendy to refuse his touch. However, too stunned to move, Wendy could only blink at the sight of his large hand, which was warmer and rougher than she imagined. Why were there so many scars? Was he in an underground fighting club?

Without a warning, Yoongi asked, "Do you like Chanyeol?"

Heat travelling up her neck to her cheeks, Wendy yanked her hand back. "What?"

His eyes studied her face before narrowing. "You do."

"What?" she sputtered.

"But it doesn't matter because very soon, you won't be liking him anymore."

Wendy only knew one word and that was "what".

He prowled forward with all the ease of a cat stalking a mouse. "Wendy, I like you."

For some reason, Wendy's first thought was that Sooyoung was going to gloat about this for the rest of her life. She could practically hear Sooyoung saying "I told you!" in her head already. Her second thought was that Yoongi really needed to stop being so cold and hot.

Finally, she blurted out, "Why are you so much like that Katy Perry song?"

"You think I'm hot," Yoongi smirked. He had not only completely forgotten about the second part of the lyrics, but also purposely twisted the meaning of the song.

Wendy scoffed. "You like me?"

"Yes, Wendy." He said her name like how religious people said their god's name.

"What? Why?"

When Yoongi grinned, he was different. Two long canines suddenly poked out from his mouth. Two pointy ears seemed to grow out from his head. His eyes changed from light amber to pure gold, glowing in the dark with a bright intensity. His voice was a low rumble when he said, "Because you're my mate."

There was really no appropriate reaction that could express her shock, so Wendy fainted.

Later on, she would wonder how she never caught the signs; after all, she even said Yoongi's behavior was akin to a dog.

-AUTHOR'S NOTE-

There are so many cute/angst au's out there that I obviously cannot all write, so I decided to start this one-shot. BECAUSE I ALSO HAVE SO MANY CRACKSHIPS THAT ARE SOSOSOSOSOSO CUTE BUT IF I STARTED A STORY FOR EVERY SINGLE CRACKSHIP I WOULD HAVE 1000000 WIP'S;;;; Hopefully, this place helps me concentrate on my other stories.

Also, this one-shot is definitely not carefully edited (may have grammar errors and choppy flow) because I typed this up at 3 a.m. yesterday night, and I have this intense urge to publish it because wenga:'')))) why they gotta be so cute ugh

So, this is basically like the first chapter of a story that I will never publish, but I really liked the premise. Imagining Yoongi as a werewolf is a bit 🥵🥵 I MEAN HE'S SO FLUFFY BUT SEXY AND WOW THAT'S LIT HOW I IMAGINE A WEREWOLF TO BE LIKE HE'S LIT JUST BREATHING IN THE ABOVE GIF AND I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT (excuse my maniac fangirling)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little one-shot!