One day, I was alone in my cabin in the woods, the next, he was there. No warning, no preparations, he was just there.

The minute I opened the door and I saw him standing there, I knew.

He was going to be a massive pain.

He stood there, decked out in designer clothes from head to toe, with several suitcases behind him.

He was pretty. Attractive with tempting bow-shaped lips and piercing catlike eyes. His blond hair peeked out from under his hat, and the pale skin of his legs was exposed by his shorts. He looked strange and out of place with the background of the woods behind him.

"Hello, I'm Kim Kibum. Your mother sent me." his voice was nice, easy to listen to, not at all what I was expecting. It's sound was distracting from his actual words, so I was quite a bit confused.

"Could you repeat that? I don't think I heard you correctly. My mother sent you?"

Why would she send him?

He looked more like a cat than anything.

"She said you would help? I'm kinda new to this, I honestly have no idea what to do." he seemed to shrink in size, folding in on himself, totally opposite from the confident man that stood before me when I opened the door.

He looked so vulnerable and shy, it was understandable, and I couldn't bring myself to turn him away.

"Bring your stuff in." I said, turning away from the door walking towards the living room.

Was I really doing this?

"Wait, does that mean I can actually stay?" he asked, incredulously, still outside, clutching into one of his suitcases.

"Can you cook?"

"Yeah, but what does it mat-"

"You can stay."
 

I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty people and starting conversations

It was strange having him in my house. Previously, silence was the predominant sound, but now it was the sound of his voice, not that I minded.

I quickly learned that he was a busybody, and that he was very fidgety. He was also a lot more shy and cute than he had appeared to be when I opened the door, almost a month ago.

I was forced out of my room and into the one across the hall because mine had 'a bigger closet space' and more natural light.

He had been trying to get me to call him Key since the moment he deemed me worthy of being his friend.

"Calling me by my name is too formal, just call me Key!" We had been sitting in the living room, watching some strange English science fiction show about a time traveling alien he liked, and he kept pressing it on me.

"Why should I? I like your name, a nickname is like trying to hide your identity, your name is the one thing everyone can know for sure about you. It's not like we can tell people what we are, we hide enough already, Kibum." he huffed and went back to watching his show while I scratched lyrics for a new song in a notebook.

I remember sneaking looks at him as he watched. Sometimes his eyebrows would furrow together during the more suspenseful scenes and his chest would stop rising and falling. His eyes seemed to double in size and the more I found myself looking at him, the more I wanted to really be his friend.

But then there was a stupid little voice in my head telling me I wanted something that wasn't friendship.

The only thing that really got worse with him there was my insomnia. I couldn't sleep at night, my room was now too dark, so I sat in bed, writing lyrics.

That's how I made a living. Kibum and I were similar in that aspect. I wrote songs, and he designed clothes.

We both did things for other people, but found pleasure in it.

We kept our distance from each other, or more like I kept my distance from him, but from time to time, we would look over each other's work.

I quickly learned that Key had a talent for drawing, and he insisted that I had a talent for writing.

The only time we really spent together was when I tried to get him to shift.

He was bitten not too long ago, and he had never shifted. It wasn't unusual for someone like him. For someone like me, it was natural, but for the bitten, there was always a trigger. Blood, pain, a sense of danger, it was always something. I was too worried to try anything with him, so I waited. It was only a matter of time before it would happen. 
 

Oh, all my friends are turning green
You're the magician's assistant in their dream

When I introduced him to the rest of the pack, they all got strangely jealous. I don't know if they were jealous of me or him, but, any awkwardness there was before, soon disappeared.

Taemin was the first to warm up to him, and Kibum seemed to like him a lot. I saw why, Taemin was a lot easier to talk to than I was, but I couldn't help but feel a little jealous myself. Kibum had been staying with me for a bit over four months, and although he was always around me, I couldn't get myself to talk to him as easily as Taemin could.

Minho and Onew quickly came around when dinner was served. There was nothing that good food couldn't get from them. They joined in the conversation and dragged me into it, and things became easier. 
 

Oh, and they come unstuck

They came and went more often than they used to, and it was a welcome change.

Kibum and I were getting along much better and I found myself liking him more and more.

He liked to be in the sun.

He liked to sit on the lawn with a sketchbook on his lap, always drawing.

I watched him in the mornings with a cup of coffee from the deck. It had become part of our normal morning routine. He would go out onto the grass, find a nice sunny spot and sit down. I would brew too much coffee and drink it all to keep me awake for the day.

One day, he caught me watching and smiled a little before getting up. He quickly ran to me and dragged me back to his patch on the grass a s forced me to lay down.

"Don't move, okay? Just stay like that and look at me." He picked up his sketchbook and one of his pencils, he just looked at me.

He stared at me for a good five minutes it was awkward at first, I didn't know where to look, but every time I looked away from his face, a perfectly manicured finger pushed my chin until I was looking straight at him again.

After a while, my eyes found their place. Just looking at his.

He started drawing and I just looked at him.

His hair was a little messy, we had only gotten up about a half an hour ago.

His face was beautiful. His eyes were sharp, catlike. I found it ironic because we were wolves, yet he looked like a cat. He liked to tease me because he thought I looked a dog and that it had to do with me being born a shifter. I laughed a little to myself because of my thoughts and he glared at me, warning me to stay still and shut up.

I couldn't help but smile when he was so lost in concentration that he started biting on his bottom lip.

I found myself looking at his perfectly bow shaped lips too long, and I was caught. I blushed a bit, and he smiled.

I loved his smile.

It was warm and comforting, just like the morning sun. It seemed to melt my heart like the sun melting ice on grass in the spring.

I wanted to sit up with him, maybe tug on some of his golden hair, maybe caress his cheek, maybe kiss his lips.

The more I looked at him, the more things I wanted to do with him. I wanted to go on a picnic, I wanted to take him down to the lake, I wanted to finally get him to shift. I wanted to get to know him more.

I wanted him to be mine. 
 

Baby, running down to the riptide

After that morning, I went head on, trying to become more friendly and get to know him, even though I knew what it would result in.

It was like giving up in the best possible way.

I stopped hiding in my office half the day. I started helping him with cooking, and we started going on morning walks.

We would walk the trails behind the house, sometimes messing around, using our extra energy to spar. Most of those mornings ended up with grass in our hair, laying side by side, with our chests heaving up and down.

With every day that passed, I felt myself willingly giving up my heart to him.

We became increasingly closer as the months went by. The days trickled by, we spent some with the rest of the pack, but most we spent together.

Sunny days were spent outside, practicing and trying to get him to shift.

Rainy days were spent indoors.

Those days were my favorite.

We would make warm drinks and lay around on the couches while watching movies or just talking.

One rainy day in April, almost a year after he arrived, we were sat on the couch facing the window with mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

We didn't talk, we just watched.

We watched raindrops hit the glass and roll down, dragging smaller water droplets down with them.

It was nice watching something so natural. The lawn and the trees beyond were a vibrant green, and everything was at peace.

There was no wind, no storm clouds. All there was were small, fluffy, light gray clouds with patches of blue peaking in between.

I just waited for the rainbow I knew was coming, counting drops of rain on the glass.

Two drops caught my eye. Rays of sun seeped through clouds, hitting them at just the right angle. They were illuminated creating their own little rainbows, only showing on the white carpet of the living room

They seemed to be parallel to each other, but as they absorbed other tiny droplets and rolled down, they slowly came together. I just watched until the newly formed larger drop disappeared from my view.

I smiled, thinking of Key next to me.

So much had changed since he'd arrived. Our paths had crossed because of our past actions and decisions, and I was happy.

I had been lonely by myself.

Having someone so close to me was comforting, and because it was him, it was just that much better.

My eyes were becoming heavy, slowly sliding closed. The process of falling asleep was slow enough for me to feel Key move closer to me on the couch, and I was still awake enough to wrap an arm around him. 
 

Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man

After more than a year, he shifted.

It was unexpected, terrifying to put it in the least.

We were in the garden, just running around, simply playing, just like many other days.

It was a warm day, and he suggested we go down to the lake for a swim, and I readily agreed.

Since the first time I took him down to the lake, he wanted to spend all his time there. He would randomly pull me out of the house with a basket full of food and a pair of notebooks. He would spread a blanket near the bank and he would hand me a notebook so I could write. In the other, he sketched.

More often than not, they were sketches of me. I loved the feeling of his eyes on me, it was calming and reassuring and there was almost nothing I enjoyed more. A lot of the time, he spent a lot of his time just staring at me, not even bothering to lift his pencil to sketch. Sometimes, I would meet his gaze and watch his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. He would quickly fumble for his pencil look back to his sketchbook to avoid my eyes most of the time. In rare occasions, he would hold my gaze. Just like the first time he sketched me on the lawn at home. It felt like sunlight on my skin, full of warmth and something I hoped desperately was love.

My favorite part of those days was when he would, with no warning, reach over to me and fiddle with my hair or my clothes.

"I need my subject to look good, I don't like drawing boring things." was his response when I finally asked why.

Ruffling my hair, ing my shirt just a bit, turning my face a fraction of an inch with both of his hands pressed to my cheeks, there wasn't a moment I didn't enjoy of those things.

Apart from rainy days, days at the lake were my favorite.

We would talk about nothing, we wouldn't even say a word, sometimes his head made it's way onto my shoulder or chest, and we took a short nap.

Those days were just peaceful. 
 

With the hot weather, he had been pressuring me to go swimming.

The day he asked me in the garden, I had no trouble agreeing because the heat was just too much.

We packed food, a blanket, some extra clothes and towels, and we left early.

We spent the morning like usual, sketching and writing while laying down on our blanket. Once the sun was overhead and beating down on us, we went for the water.

The only reason I had been reluctant to take him swimming before was because the lake was large. The waves were strong, and riptides were common. The sharp rocks at the bottom of the lake weren't very comforting either, but Key had assured me he was a good swimmer.

We shed most of our clothes, only leaving our swimming shorts, and we ran for the water. I never knew how, it was probably a lot of sunscreen, but no matter how long he spent in the sun, his skin was a milky white. His chest and his legs were all the same color as his arms and his face, and I just drank his image in.

He was thin, but slightly toned. His abdomen showed a faint six pack, nowhere near as definite as mine, but it suited him.

He went under, and popped up several yards away from me in the water.

A smirk quickly appeared on his face and he called out to me.

"Jjong, if you doggie paddle towards me, you'll get a treat."

I laughed and swam towards him, refusing to doggie paddle. I may be a werewolf, but I refused to stoop to a dog's level. I still had my dignity, no matter what treat Key would give me.

"Jjong, that's not fair! Doggie paddle! C'mon I have to see it just once! I promise the treat will be worth while!" he giggled a bit, treading in the water, and then quickly ducked under as I approached.

"Kibuuuum!" I whined when I reached the spot where he had been.

I quickly ducked under, trying to figure out which way he had gone. I swam down to the bottom, thinking I saw a flash of blond near some rocks. I had warned him to steer clear of the rocks, but it didn't seem lie he had listened to me.

I swam closer, ready to drag him up to the surface and scold him for not listening to me, but I didn't see him anymore as I swam through the rocks.

I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings, worrying so much about Key, and I kicked my leg too far back. I immediately felt a pain shoot through my left leg, and a cut began to sting.

I swam back up as best I could, only to be caught by a wave. Before I knew it I was pulled into a riptide. Under normal circumstances, I would've been acting calmly. I would've floated it out, then swam back, but with the panic of finding Key and the pain in my leg, I couldn't stay up. I was tugged underwater several times, my lungs being filled with water each time, until I passed out. 
 

I woke up on shore, pressure on my chest, and warm lips on mine. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was shoved on my side, and what seemed like an ocean left my mouth. I coughed and I sputtered, gasping for air, the whole while my back was being bit constantly.

I heard sniffling, and when I was sure it was all out, I turned and saw Key crying on the sand next to me.

"You idiot! I thought you were going to die! What took you so long to wake up? You said you were a good swimmer, god damn it!" he rubbed at his eyes, wiping locks of wet hair away from them along with his tears.

I turned to look at him, shifting my whole body, and hissed as I felt sand go into my wound.

Key heard me and he quickly looked down to my leg. My gaze followed his and them my eyes snapped back to his.

They flashed gold and I immediately knew what was coming.

"Key! Key, look at my face! Please! Oh my god, please stay calm! Don't look at it, don't pay attention to it! Just look at me!" I pleaded, grabbing at his arm, tucking my leg under me, completely ignoring the pain.

He needed to be calmed, it was dangerous to shift in conditions such as these. High emotions and stress, combined with something like blood was dangerous for any werewolf, especially so for one who had never shifted before.

His eyes, already a gold color looked desperate, scared, and I knew he was too far gone. His nails turned to claws, his frame shifted, and hair grew. His fur was a deep black, the same black I imagined his real hair color would be.

If it had happened any other way, I would've been proud and excited, but I only felt my heart contract painfully as I thought about what he could be going through.

I knew he was fighting himself, I was still alive after all. He backed away, his large frame still casting a dark shadow over me.

If it has been anyone other than Key, I would've shifted immediately to protect myself. Compared to his, my life didn't matter. All I cared about was him being okay.

His eyes were fixed on me, there was a hint of recognition in the golden orbs, but other than that, there was hunger and anger.

His lips were curled back over sharp teeth, and a growl rumbled out from him. I felt my leg healing, a benefit of being born a werewolf, and I was able to stand.

As soon as I was on my feet, Key went from a defensive stance to an offensive one. He growled again in a warning tone, but I ignored him, walking closer.

"Kibummie... it's me, Jjong! You remember my face, don't you? You've drawn me countless times, you should remember my handsome face." I laughed nervously, having absolutely no idea what to do.

I moved closer, being careful to not make sharp movements, but he didn't seem to be having any of that.

He lunged at me, the hint of recognition disappearing from his eyes. I ducked out of the way, all the while screaming his name. I was grateful for the practice I had with the other members of the pack. I knew how to defend myself in human form from wolves, it wasn't easy but I could manage. Key wasn't there any longer, he was taken by the dark side we were taught to suppress, and I was getting desperate.

I ran, I ducked, I did everything to put some distance between the two of us. I refused to turn, I knew I was much stronger than Key, and I didn't want to hurt him.

But it seemed I was running out of options and I had to stop him before he ended ip hurting himself.

Just as I was about to give up, the song I was working on made its way into my mind and I started singing, hoping it would calm him.

"There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes"

I stepped closer as I sang, tentatively and slowly. I tried not to startle him, and it seemed to be working. He still looked as threatening as ever, but he stopped growling.

"It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes"

His mouth closed and his stance relaxed, eyes softening and actually looking at me. I reached towards him, testing to see if he would react, and when he didn't, I placed my hand on his snout slowly his nose. His eyes became that same brown I loved, and were no longer gold. Feeling the tears well in my eyes, my voice became shaky and I buried my face in his fur, hugging him as best I could.

"Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
But the moment never comes"

As I was singing the last few lines, his form changed. His frame became much smaller and the fur disappeared. His arms wrapped around me and he tucked his head into the crook of my neck.

He cried for a bit holding on to me tightly, mumbling apologies every so often. After a bit, his legs gave out. I held him up, about to pick him up, but he pushed me away.

I was hurt until I noticed he was trying to cover himself, and I blushed. I avoided looking at him, although I was tempted to do so, but I did as he commanded when he told me to go get his change of clothes from the things we had brought.

I returned to the spot where I had left him, but he was nowhere to be seen. I panicked, looking around wildly until he waved me over from behind a large tree.

Only his head peaked out from behind the tree. I found it a little amusing that, after everything we had just been through, his cheeks were pink. He changed behind the tree, and he took his time, possibly to avoid me for even longer.

"You didn't see anything, right?" I laughed, then wondered how I could possibly love him more.

"I almost died twice in the past hour, and that's what you're worried about?"

"I'd have to finish you off if you did." I was tempted to more, but he had been through enough.

The whole way home he avoided looking at me, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His cheeks were the same pink the whole way home, and, as his hair was drying, it got lighter as it fell in soft waves over his forehead and eyes.

I unlocked the door and we walked in, dumping the still full picnic basket and towels to the side, both of us too tired to tired to bother putting things away in their proper place.

I turned around to look at him, and he was there, a few feet behind me, by the window, looking anywhere but me.

He needed space and I understood, so I turned back around, heading down the hall towards the living room.

My heart almost leaped out of my chest when his arms wrapped themselves around me from behind. I froze when he rested his head on my shoulder, and I shivered when I felt his warm breath on my neck.

"You have a beautiful voice. Thank you, Jonghyun." 
 

There's this movie that I think you'll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy's running from himself
And he's been living on the highest shelf

Just a few days later, we were lying under the shade of a large tree on the edge of the lawn. It was a lazy day. Just a day to enjoy the weather and relax. He started talking, and he sounded like he just needed someone to listen to him.

"I was leaving you know, I was going to New York when it happened." he took a shaky breath, but continued.

"It was a stupid idea, I thought that I could become an actor or actually get somewhere with fashion. I jumped at the first chance I got, I quit my job, I sold my apartment, and I just let it all go. I wish I had stayed, I would still be human if I had. I wouldn't have almost killed you if I had."

"Key-" I started to say, but I was quickly interrupted.

"I know your going to say something stupid about it not being my fault, but it is. I could've stayed home, I wouldn't have been going to the airport that late. I wouldn't have been bitten." I turned to look at him, wondering why he had never said anything before. He sounded like he was in so much pain. We had become so close over the course of the year he had spent with me. I never pried in his business, but he could've talked to me if he needed me.

"I thought I was going to die, you know. I could see the stars from where I was. I felt the life slipping out of me. I cried a lot, too. I knew I was loosing too much blood, and I knew no one was going to find me. I just had to go through the park, you know? That's where I used to go draw. The trails were always empty, and it was nice and calm. I still don't know who bit me or how your mom found me. I just later there for hours, wondering why I wasn't dead yet." he was crying, his voice cracking every so often both hands pressing into his eyes to stop the tears. 
 

I swear he's destined for the screen
Closest thing to a movie star that you've ever seen, oh
I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can't have it, I can't have it any other way

"You could still go, you know. You don't have to stay here once you get yourself under control, you can still go to New York. It's your dream after all, this doesn't have to stop you, Bummie."

"I don't want to go anymore, I'd rather stay here, with you. Just as long as you want me to. In reality I was chasing adventure," he chuckled bitterly, "I guess I found it."

"What about being a designer? Or an actor? Aren't you giving up too much by staying here?" I wanted him to stay, so badly, but I couldn't be selfish. He had to decide on his own.

"Not really, that job, the one from New York. I still took it. I've been working from here the whole time, it works. I love being here, it's inspiring, yet comfortable. I like spending my time like this, with you- and the others of course." he was blushing again, and I wondered if it would be okay to kiss him.

Before I could even decide if it was a good idea or not, the rest of the pack appeared, as if they were summoned.

For the rest of the day, Onew, Minho, and Taemin hung around. We cooked a nice meal, then we made our way into the living room. We watched a couple of movies, but they all fell asleep before the end of the third one.

I was awake a bit longer, my insomnia getting the best out of me.

Onew, Minho, and Taemin were a mess of bodies and blankets sprawled on the floor of the living room while Key sat across from me in the couch opposite from the one I occupied.

His eyes were closed, but I could tell from the sound of his heart beat and the way that he would fidget every so often that he was still awake.

"You can go to your room, Key. You don't have to stay here, I'll watch them for now."

He sleepily nodded his head 'no' and cuddled deeper into the couch. I was about to get up and carry him to his room, when his soft whisper fought my attention.

"Sing for me, the song from the other day." his eyes were still closed, his lips barely moved, and it was a simple request.

I don't know why I became so nervous.

I was about to refuse him the song, and usher him off to bed, but the sound of his voice stopped me once again.

"Please, Jonghyun?"

And I sang.

I love you when you're singing that song
And I got a lump in my throat
'Cause you're gonna sing the words wrong

For the following weeks, Key and I would be doing our daily chores around the house and he would be singing the song.

Every time, he changed the last line. 'If the moment ever comes' instead of 'But the moment never comes'.

Every time.

I hadn't noticed at first. I was too distracted by how beautiful his singing was.

But I noticed soon enough. At first I thought it was a mistake, but after the time I had shown him the finished and recorded product, I knew he was doing it on purpose.

"There's a part of me you'll never know
The only thing I'll never show
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

It's plain to see it's trying to speak
Cherished dreams forever asleep
Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes

Hopelessly I'll love you endlessly
Hopelessly I'll give you everything
But I won't give you up
I won't let you down
And I won't leave you falling
If the moment ever comes" his voice was coming from the living room, and I followed it, like a sailor to a siren.

He was laying on the couch basking in the sunlight that filtered through the large window along the wall facing the lawn.

He lay there, nibbling on the end of his pencil in concentration. His back was supported by the high arm rest and his legs bent in front of him, propping up one of his sketchbooks.

I plopped myself down next to him, moving his legs onto my lap.

"Can I ask you a question, Bummie?" I needed to know.

"You mean other than the one you just asked me?" I chuckled and nodded, smiling at the cute way he tilted his head went talking.

"Shoot."

"Why do you always change the last line of the song?"

"Because it sounds hopeless and sad, and love may be sad, but it's not hopeless." he said simply, going back to drawing in his sketchbook.

"But it's supposed to be hopeless and sad. It's a one-sided love." I thought about that last line a long time, but in the end I decided it needed to be like that. Love wasn't always requited, and not every love story had a happy ending.

"Love is never one-sided, the other side is just not always certain. I think the guy in the song is just a coward." he mumbled the last bit nonchalantly and shrugged, still not looking at me.

"You do know I wrote that song, right?" I was a little surprised at his response, it honestly kind of hurt.

"Oh, I know. But that doesn't mean that you have to be like the speaker."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I said as I flicked one of the legs that tested on my lap.

"It means that you should be a little braver." as the words left his lips, he finally looked up. Straight at me.

His eyes were on mine and my cheeks felt hot because I knew exactly what he was saying.

He had been waiting for me to say something. All those little things I thought I imagined were real and intended.

Those times he looked at me longingly as he drew my face, the way his heartbeat accelerated when I came near, the way he sang the song, all those countless moments.

"How long?"

"Too long. You've kept me waiting." he said as he put his sketchbook and pencils on the floor.

"Are you going to make me wait any longer?" he bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile.

"I don't know, should I? You already know." I smiled back at him rather shyly and he reached for my hand.

He stood up abruptly, dragging me with him. I would've been worried I had said something wrong if his fingers weren't intertwined with mine.

He slid the door to the deck open and pulled me through. With my hand still in his, he walked me to the veranda overlooking the lawn and the edge of the forest.

"You asked me how long I knew, right? It was that morning when I first caught you looking at me from here. That's when I decided I liked you, too. Remember I pulled you to where I was sketching and I made you lay down so I could draw you?"

He was avoiding looking at me again, focusing on a distant point on the lawn or in the past, of which I wasn't too sure.

"Yeah, I didn't know what to do. You were looking at me, and you didn't let me look anywhere else but you. It was so nerve wracking, I almost kissed you."

"I heard it, you know, your heartbeat. You were looking at me with these huge puppy eyes and I was so nervous to draw you, so I just stared. I think I would've punched you if you had tried to kissed me, I was still confused." he chuckled and turned around, leaning on the banister.

"I can hear yours now too, your heartbeat, I mean." I was usually so good with my words, but he was making me so nervous and tongue tied. I had no idea how I was even going to get the words out.

"I'm not surprised. I think a normal human could hear it, considering how hard it's beating." he was blushing, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

He looked down at our intertwined hands and bit his lip and I just couldn't help myself anymore.

I pulled his hand and he stumbled into my chest with a little yelp I found ridiculously cute.

I laughed and placed my free hand on his cheek. I felt his heart pound agains my chest, and I kissed him. I have no warning and it happened so quickly and it was just perfect. It was everything I imagined and so much more.

He tasted sweet, like the tea he was sipping on earlier, and his lips were so soft. Countless times had I wanted to feel his lips on mine, and now that it was happening, I couldn't believe it.

He got over the initial shock quickly and responded without hesitation.

I knew at that point that kissing him would become an addiction. Those perfect bow shaped lips were a warning.

He left me breathless, and we had to pull away.

He laughed sweetly tugging on the hair near the nape of my neck, where his harms had ended up during our kiss.

"I'm in love with you." The words left my lips so effortlessly, and I couldn't contain the smile that came with it.

Before I knew it, he was kissing me again. It was more passionate than the first, then his lips left me unexpectedly. My whole body felt weak and hot, and I couldn't think straight anymore.

"I know." he smiled at me, his eyes shining.

"I love you, too, Jjong." 
 

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LOOK AT ALL THE FLUFF I WROTE YOU.

I BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING THIS, HUH?

SONGFIC WITH WEREWOLVES!

TEEHEEHEE~

I can't believe I continued this! The plot was from one of my first attempted JongKey fics, but I never finished it cause I didn't know where to go with it. xD

BUT THEN VANCE JOY HAPPENED.

The song reminded me of the fic because the 'a-oooooo' howling part lol and the fact that I thought the lyrics said "mountain man" instead of "left hand man" lol

Shhhh don't judge me xD

OMG. THEN I FOUND A JONGKEY COMPILATION THAT HAS THIS SONG IN IT AND I KINDA DIED.

SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.

AND THE 'A-OOOOO' PART IS SYNCHED WITH JJONG SINGING AND IT'S JUST LIFE. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMtpdcgI_qk

THERE. THATS IT. GO WATCH IT AND LEAVE A NICE COMMENT! :D

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS LITTLE (lol it's more than 6k words) ONESHOT OF MINE! :D

COMMENT IF YOU DID! 

COMMENT AND TELL ME I IF YOU DIDN'T! 

I LOVE YOU ALLLLL! 

*CREDITS* 

Vance Joy - "Riptide"

        I changed the lyrics a little to fit the story, but it's all prety much still here! 

GO LISTEN TO IT. 

MUSE - "Endlessly" 

        I left this one how it is :) This song gives me them feels. *^*