11: 26 pm

The brunette teenager stormed in his apartment, sweaty, nervous, yet quite prepared. He was late, but everything he needed, they were all in his bag. Without turning on the lights, he went over to his bed and started his monthly ritual.

11:40

He closed his eyes as he lay silently on his bed, relaxing against the ropes against his wrists. He looked to his left and checked the empty containers of midol. It was supposedly only two, but he took three just in case. Because this was gonna hurt like a .

Ten more minutes. He was going to enjoy his last ten minutes of peace.

12:01

Pain trickled down the boy’s spine, like one thousand needles rapidly lodging themselves in and out of his body. Eyes clenched and mouth agape, he awaited for the worst to come.

It was starting.

3:02

His hair was planted flat atop his sweaty forehead. He couldn’t hold back as small scream as he felt pain equal to the breaking of his bones. Good thing he covered his mouth. The walls of this apartment building were considerably thin, he wouldn’t want to wake up his neighbors. Especially the nosy one with the freakishly huge eyes. He tried to relax again, in an attempt to lessen the pain, but it was futile. His back arched as he felt his spine crack, another muffled scream resounded in the dark empty room.

He felt his hands shake as his claws forced themselves out. .

He needed to fight it.

4:30

The boy was panting hard, but after experiencing pain for more than four hours, his body was getting used to it. This wasn’t the first time after all. He tilted to the side and peeked through his bedroom curtain, seeing the shimmering glow of the full moon.

Somebody please destroy that damn thing already.

5:12

Just. .a bit more, and it will be over.

Endure it Jongin.

7:05

The sun was finally up.

With just three knocks on his door, Jongin sprang to his feet and headed to open it. Everything was sore. He thinks he’s probably broken his left arm sometime in the night. But it was a normal occurrence.

He opened the door and the hyper figure of his best friend went into his view. He had his signature creepy smile on, but that smile completely turned into a frown when he saw Jongin.

“Hey! I thought we were going jogging today!” Chanyeol whined, hair bouncing underneath his tacky headband.

Jongin rolled his eyes.

“How many times have I told you that I hate jogging Chanyeol?”

Chanyeol ignored him and pouted “Why do you always oversleep?”

Oh Chanyeol, you have no idea how wrong you are.

Chanyeol looked disappointed and he looked like he really prepared to go jogging. I guess it can’t be helped then.

“Sorry, just wait for a sec, I’ll just take a quick shower.”

His tall friend’s smile quickly found it’s way back into his face as he practically skipped inside Jongin’s apartment. Jongin’s eyes widened as he saw Chanyeol head towards his room.

, he forgot to hide the ropes. And he’s pretty sure that his bed was on the brink of getting destroyed from all his thrashing.

With his unnatural speed, Jongin managed to get to his room’s door before Chanyeol.

“Don’t go in.” he said, a little too seriously.

Chanyeol’s brows furrowed, but then after a while he gave out a knowing smirk.

“Oh don’t worry Jongin, we’re all normal teenagers.” He said, chuckling has he laid a hand on top of his friend’s shoulder. “Dirty magazines are nothing to be ashamed of.”

Jongin inwardly rolled his eyes, but gave Chanyeol a smirk.

“Oh Chanyeol, it’s way worse than .” Jongin  said as he went inside his room and locked it. His statement made wild thoughts enter Chanyeol’s fragile, fragile brain.

Inside his room, Jongin would hear Chanyeol call out in horror.

“Is th-there girl in there??”

Jongin  shook his head and chuckled as he grabbed a towel from his closet. He winced as he put some weight on his right foot.

Apparently that was broken too.

But since Chanyeol wanted to go jogging, what could he do?

He chuckled even more as he heard Chanyeol bang on his door.

“Yah! Kim Jongin, who is she? And why haven’t I met her before?”

He gave out a sigh.

What he does for friends.

Aaaand yes guys, it's a werewolf fic. Obviously because of Exo's comeback feels.  hahah I will tell you that this is for whenever I feel up to writing angst. Because the story I'm concentrating on is purely comedy which is http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/404110/the-going-home-club-comedy-hunhan-taoris-baekyeol-kaisoo-xiuchen-ot12, and sometimes I feel all emo. haha

But this story will still have some comedy, because well, I'm a cheesy person, and sometimes a cheesy person can't help but write cheesy jokes. xD

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