You needed a change from your simple, monotone life. Maybe the boy you met in a coffee shop and his seven friends were the change you needed. However, you didn't expect quite this much change.
"Why are you naked and in the woods? It's cold!"
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Yeosang sat in your empty bed, with all your stuff still in the room. He hadn't left that room since you ran away, fearing that if he ever left he'd never see you after and never get to smell your sweet smell again.
His eyes were reading through a napkin for the nth time that day that you had written random words on. He loved your handwriting, what with it's cute curls and askew lines.
Normally he wouldn't be this distraught over someone being gone, but you were a different story. You'd left because you were scared of him. He frightened you. You felt like you were in danger because of him. Because of his wolf.
He wasn't planning on this. This wasn't in his plan. The plan was as follows: date you, mate with you, get married, bear pups to the world, live happily ever after. Nowhere does it say 'almost have a vampire kill you and chase you off by scaring you as a wolf'. That's not part of the plan!
Wooyoung entered the room. "'Sang," he tried to get his friend's attention, to no avail. All he heard was a grunt from Yeosang. "Dinner's ready. You haven't eaten in three days," He said while placing a hand on Yeosang's knee.
Yeosang didn't even budge. He simply grunted again and blinked. Wooyoung was beyond upset at this point. He was angry at you, for not only forgetting they'd never hurt you, but also for making Yeosang hurt like this.
He vowed he'd find you in the next 48 hours, Pom's honor.
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The boys sat in the living room, watching a movie. It was somber ever since Yeosang got into his funk. Wooyoung stomped down the stairs, carry-on in hand. He cleared his throat and stomped his foot.
The boys turned to him. "Boys," he started, "I'm going on a mission. I'll be incognito as your beloved Waffle the entire time, and I will text you when I've succeeded. If I'm not back in two days, then I've been brought to the local pound again."
Everyone rolled their eyes. This was the fifth time Wooyoung threatened to find you, only he'd never actually packed a bag before. "Wooyoung, I'd love to see you try," Seonghwa said.
Wooyoung huffed and grabbed the red collar off of San's wrist. He'd given it to him for safe keeping, as it was something his owners had given him before he had to run away.
"My bracelet!" San whined before noting the determination in Wooyoung's eyes.
Wooyoung marched to the door and shoved Seonghwa's sack of quarters in his bag. "You mean my collar," he triumphantly said before walking out of the door.
He got into the van, buckled himself in and started the car.
"How do I drive this son of a whore?" Wooyoung asked himself as he threw the stick in reverse. He backed out haphazardly, going off the rock path in the process. He put in the old co-ordinates to your apartment block. "Y/N, you're fixing your hot mess."
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Once Wooyoung arrived at the apartments, he parked the van in a place it wouldn't be towed. He put the collar in his pocket and made his way to the elevator. Making sure nobody was in there, he pressed the button to your floor and clasped the red collar around his neck.
He hurriedly went into his original form, which he knew would help him infiltrate your base. He sniffed the floor for your scent, which he found quite quickly. It was still laced with fear.
Once he reached your door, he began the second phase of his plan.
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You watered your fake plant for the third time that day, a mindless movie playing in the background. You hadn't left your home since you'd gotten back, much less opened a window.
You were prepared to sit in your room and contemplate every life choice you made that led you to befriend dogs. You were looking forward to it, actually.
Rather than carrying out your plan, a certain noise decided to draw you away from it. There was a constant scratching at your door, followed by loud barking.
Oh, great, you thought, another dog.
You opened the door to find a petite Pomeranian at your feet. It trotted inside, despite you calling for it to go back out. It took a seat on your couch and glared at you.
You closed the door and sighed. "I'm not a fan of dogs. Get out," you ordered, pointing at the closed door. "You're weak, too, I can grab you and drop you in the hall."
The puppy (and you'll swear by this, even after you die) flipped you off and took a piss on your couch. You gasped and grabbed the dog, bringing it to your bathroom and sitting it in your bathtub. You yelled curses while grabbing your cleaning supplies and running off to clean your couch.
When you returned to the bathroom, there was no dog. "Where's that little shit?" You asked yourself.
You heard footsteps behind you. Before you could spin around, you heard a familiar voice.
"That 'little shit' has something to say to you," Wooyoung stepped out from another room and crossed his arms. He still had the red collar on his neck, but he was adorned with a shirt and pants.
You gasped and turned around, suddenly feeling nauseous. "Missed me?" He said with a shit-eating smile and tapped the chair next to him. "Sit down. I'll be talking."
