WEREWOLF AU
Moving in was never easy, nor was it always the best thing to do. You realized the bitter truth when you moved to the old fashioned middle-of-nowhere Yangdong Village.
But you should always look for the silver lining, right?
Not really...
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Avoiding Minho didn't prove to be as difficult as you had deemed, the boy ditched school the next day altogether. Maybe he really had been sick. Though that didn't justify his behavior, you were sick and tired of everyone taking you for granted. You essentially avoid the trio of girls as well and sat in the library during lunch. Turned out, the school's library was in fact the only library in town and you had made a mental note to visit it later after school, you were yet to catch up with the school syllabus.
Jung Wooyoung and the rest of his friends were back to ignoring you. Even San, who had been one of your budding acquaintances(?) in the town, had resorted to simply smiling at you but not pursuing any conversation. San's attention in the class went to their teacher, an unusual feat for the hyperactive boy. You had initially hoped to keep confronting Wooyoung about what happened but he was never left alone with you—one of his friends, usually San or Hongjoong, always lingered nearby and ushered away if you got too close. They didn't want to speak to you.
You tried not to take that too personally.
It was half-past four when you left for the library after informing your gran (promising her that you weren't meeting up with 'that' boy), who was reluctant to let you go out on the day of the Winter Moon but eventually agreed once you promised to be back before sundown.
You had never been the type to keep promises. By the time you caught a glance at the old clock in the library, it was past seven, the sun had long set and the librarian, an old lady with a kind smile and greying hair was ushering you to pack up.
It took you a good fifteen minutes to find the books you needed to borrow and another thirty minutes browsing the different books that could possibly reveal what the actual purpose of Aconite was. The librarian double-checked each book you mulled over. Extensively ensuring it was included in the records until only one book remained. The native woman (You had found a book on native art) rose her brow at your book with wary regard.
You walked down the sidewalk, mindlessly thinking about the contents of your books until you were made keenly aware of the sounds of footsteps echoing behind them. It didn't stop.
You narrowed your eyes as you glanced behind yourself to find no one. You didn't have a good feeling about this. You pulled out your phone, only to see a dead screen much to your frustration. Shit, shit, shit.
"I'm sure my friends are anxiously waiting for my arrival. It's a good thing I'm almost about to see them," You said in a loud voice, trying to ward off your potential unwanted company. Most rapists and muggers weren't likely to attack if they knew their victims were near to help.
'I need to get somewhere safe.' you thought to yourself anxiously, grasping the straps of your backpack tightly.
The footsteps didn't relent. The constant bubble of anxiety you felt inflated as you began to internally panic. But first, you needed to get back onto the public street. You tried to take a shortcut into an ally, only to see a faceless male figure enter from the opposite side.
