The Lycan's Bonded

Chapter 5

Bold text indicates flashback

Italics indicate telepathic communication

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Jungkook patiently went along with Eunji when she herded him, Taehyung, and Jimin into her shuttle and took to the air. But after a three-hour flight to land in what he knew was a shuttleport by the sounds all around, he finally lost his willingness to play along. When a cooing, purring Eunji asked him in dulcet tones to get out of the shuttle to board her private airship, Jungkook snapped.

"I'm tired of playing your game, Eunji," he almost growled. "I know what you're trying to do, and I'm not stupid, so please stop treating me like I am!"

Eunji laughed lightly, an exceedingly merry little sound, as though she was having the time of her life. "Oh, I know you're not stupid, Jungkook, love. It just makes this all the more delightful. Now please, don't make me ask again."

Too irritated to take heed to the light warning in her tone, Jungkook shook his head. "This won't work, Eunji. My father won't cooperate, and neither will I."

"That's where you're wrong," Eunji said, and though her tone was still sweet, Jungkook heard the sudden danger.

Her hand touched his arm, and a wave of electric pain slithered over his nerves. He clenched his teeth around a shocked intake of breath, hissing at the unexpected pain. His knees buckled, his legs turning to jelly and unwilling to support his weight. Jimin caught him even as Taehyung's tightly-controlled tension reached critical mass. Snarling terribly, Jungkook heard him leap at her.

He immediately heard the whining of charging energy rifles. Jimin lifted Jungkook completely off the ground, sweeping him into a gentle hold. Jungkook couldn't tell his own anger and pain from Taehyung's when the discharge once more caught the wolf in the flank. It took all his willpower not to cry out at the additional wash of agony. Then there was a rush of movement, a flurry of activity. Jungkook could not seem to orient himself.

When his senses finally returned, he had no idea where he was. His keen ears picked up the unmistakable sound of ship engines, and he ground his teeth against frustration and the residual pain. He realized Jimin was still holding him and struggled out of his arms.

"Taehyung?" he called, trying not to panic.

A grunting whine answered him even as Taehyung's voice soothed, "I'm here, Jungkook."

Trusting there were no obstructions, Jungkook stumbled toward him, his legs not really working properly. He practically fell on top of the wolf, burying his fingers in his thick fur and hugging him tightly. His hand lightly traveled to Taehyung's face, cupping his muzzle to kiss the soft fur on top of his head.

"Are you all right?" he whispered. He didn't care if Jimin thought it was weird he talked to his perceived-pet wolf.

"Dumb bastards got me twice with their thrice-damned rifles," Taehyung groused, sounding extremely put-out by that. "I do not like that female, Jungkook. She's dangerous. She reeks of lies all the time."

It took a lot of concentration to form a mental question. "Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah, and I can't really move yet. What did she do to you?"

"I don't know. I've never felt anything like that."

"Neither have I."

"How come I could feel your pain?" Jungkook asked, resting his head against Taehyung's shoulder.

"Part of the Bond," Taehyung replied, sighing deeply. "Eventually we'll be able to hear, smell, and see everything each other are hearing and seeing and so forth."