My hands were entangled in Jungkook's thick locks, the boy having his hands pressed against his mouth while he was trying his best to stop fucking purrs to leave his lips.

He tried not to glance over to me, when I shuffled closer clumsily, a sense of victory over coming me, because Yes! I was right!!1!1

"Jungkook..." I whispered, trying not to drive the attention on us while I was doing a very bad job at hiding my excitement, "Are you a shifter?"

My question drove the boy out of his little trance and he swatted my hand away, deep blush blooming over his cheeks.

"H-How did you know?"

"Eh- I read abut the ear thingy and-"

"That's not what I meant!" Jungkook whisper-yelled, making me back up a bit, "How did you know I was one before hand? Because I know you knew before."

There was a little bit of worry in both his tone and expression, as I expected, but there also was something way more innocent, wide-eyed, that I could only describe as awe.

"Well," I whispered dryly, "You weren't being very slick Mr. I-Don't-Know-The-Concept-Of-Personal-Space."

The shifter looked down embarrassed, "m sorry... I- uhm, I mean, we can't really help it."

I'm sure there was a big question mark hanging over my head, but this was not the right time for these kind of questions.

The issue at hand right now, was the endearingly awkward boy sitting next to me, who just turned out to be a wolf-shifter. A wolf-shifter who was slowly scooting closer as the seconds passed.

A lot closer.

"..."

"...Uhm, Jungkook-"

"I'm sorry." He whined, backing off again.

I sat there for a moment, not really knowing what to do with my hands or what to say, until I remembered that we were in fact sitting in class and that I could just distract myself with doing my tasks.

It's weird, how I didn't even know anything about Jungkook, but was suddenly thrust in this position of sharing something with him - his little secret that is.

While attempting to do my task, I glanced over at Jungkook, who'd apparently also decided to just do his work, instead of just staring at me in wonder.

We pointedly ignored each other for a moment, none of us knowing what to say to each other, because what do you say in a situation like that?

Oh my god you can transform into a really big dog!

Wow, and then? We were literally sitting in the middle of class.

...

I'm not that good at doing conversation, I think you figured by now.

Maybe it was just me, but I felt like I could grasp the tension between us, unable to control my nervous fidgeting in my seat.

I jumped a bit startled when I felt a finger hesitantly tap my shoulder, head whipping around to Jungkook, who was quietly pushing a little note in my direction without turning his head away from his notes.

Talk to me after class, art room

Rude.

Couldn't he even put a little 'please' at the end. So demanding, damn.

Guess what ya girl did after class.

I was purposely trailing behind, thinking of a thousand ways the upcoming conversation could possibly go; Would he ask me not to tell anyone? Or even threaten me? But who'd believe me anyways? I highly doubt there's any one who even knows what a shifter is.

Or maybe he'd explain me more about himself? Probably not, why would he. This was just wishful thinking, I'd really like to find out more about him (I guess wanting to study people like him is kind of a witch thing).

I was so deep in thoughts that I didn't even notice when I reached the art classroom, my hands sweaty when I pushed open the creaky door.

I was greeted by a back-and-forth pacing Jungkook, who stopped the moment I'd set foot in the room - I could literally see ears perk up.

"You came!" He said beaming.

"No, I didn't." I answered dryly.

He looked at me confused, "But... you are here?"

This idiot- "I was kidding, I just said this sarcastically, because I'm obviously here." I explained irritated.

His lips formed a little 'oh' shape as he slowly began to understand and it dawned me that this jerk had no common sense.

"So, uhm..." He began and nervously swept the stubborn locks out of his face, "What I wanted to ask you is... how did you notice that I'm a shifter first? U-usually we can be as obvious as we want, humans just don't figure it out."

It's cause I'm not a normal human, I thought, but didn't say it because it probably would've sounded cocky as hell.

"My Grandma noticed the- uh- pheromones on me." I explained.

Jungkook turned red as a tomato, looking away embarrassed, "Oh- I see..." Then he frowned, turning back suddenly, "Is your Grandma a shifter or what?"

"Uhm... no?"

"Then, how was she able to smell the pheromones?"

That's what I asked myself already.

"She's- she's a witch, I guess it has to do something with it..." 

Jungkook's eyes began to sparkle, a wide grin tugging on his lips, exposing pointy canines, "You're a witch?!"

"N-No, I said my Grandma-"

"But that means that you're probably also one!" He jumped up excited, hands coming up to my shoulders as he leaned in, wicked smile making his teeth sparkle.

"Not fully... yet.." I said sheepishly, looking away shyly.

"That's so cool Y/N!" He said, beginning to jump up and down I front of me, "You're a witch and I'm a shifter, do you know what this means? This is like fate!"

Whoa, hold up a second-

His words made a tiny alarm bell ring I my head and I used my arms to push him away gently and bring a little bit of space between us, "Jungkook- space-"

"Ah, right." He giggled, "Sorry."

I looked at the young shifter I front of me, who was practically sparking in excitement. The sun from the window behind him illuminated his features like a halo, messy hair covering parts of his eyes. The many, dangly earrings sparkled through the sunshine, as well as his wide grin and the small silver piercing over his right brow.

Those big brown eyes looked at me in anticipation, as if he was waiting for me to say something. What it was he wanted me to hear, I don't know.

"Ah- well- guess I'll-"

He must've sensed my thoughts of escaping this situation, because his arms shot up and he held me by my shoulders, large hands easily holding me in place.

I looked at him surprised, only now seeing the tense nervousness on his face, like a student that was about to be tested in front of his whole class, "Let's- Let's be friends Y/N!"

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you ever think about what your life would look like as a tv show? 

Mine would probably be boring as hell, the only interesting thing would be that I'd probably be shipped with my best friend or something.

And like, it'd be one of those shows were you just have the romantic tension between us two going on for 18 seasons and then you get one kiss at the very end.

xx