

Daydream, Daydream
"I think I'm about to die," Jungkook managed to gasp, feeling like he could finally breathe, hands coming to his chest to stop his heart from beating it's way out of his ribs. "I just met Jung Hoseok. And he growled at me." Jimin squeezed Jungkook's face hard in shock, Jungkook letting out a weak wail. "You met THE Jung Hoseok?? Jungkook, are you serious??"The forest was too quiet. No birds, no wind—just the damp earth beneath Jungkook’s palms and the metallic tang of fear in his throat. He shouldn’t have run this far. Shouldn’t have crossed the river. But the change had come early, uncontrolled, and now his skin burned with leftover energy.
Then he saw him.
A man stood between the trees, bare-chested and statuesque, golden eyes cutting through the dark like blades. Jung Hoseok. Alpha of the Han River Pack. Legend. Nightmare.
Their gazes locked. Jungkook froze, breath hitching as his body did something impossible—it bowed. Not from fear. From instinct. From blood.
Hoseok stepped forward, nostrils flaring. A low, rumbling growl tore from his chest, vibrating through the ground. "You don’t belong here, pup."
Jungkook tried to speak, but his voice cracked. "I—I didn’t mean—"
Another growl, deeper. Warning. Rejecting. Yet Jungkook’s heart surged, traitorous and wild, as if answering a call only it could hear.




