Chapter 3: The Transfer Student

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I woke up to an empty bed — Seulgi has left. I tried to sit up only to feel my body sore to the core. 

Damn it — that was not the way I expected my cherry to be popped. It left a bittersweet taste in my tongue — on one hand, it did felt good, damn, it felt like being in heaven while surrounded by the fires of hell. On the other hand though, we both lost control — well, she did, I'd want to say I was forced to but that won't necessarily be true. I finally tried to justify it, reasoning that if I didn't do it, she'll probably beat me up until I do or worse, kill me. But the conclusion remains the same — we had sex, and full consent was doubtful between both parties.

And then there was her question: What the fuck am I?

Resistant to vampiric charm and amplifying a werebeast's sexual drive. In a different world I would've been happy if I had these abilities, but considering how I found out about them, I was starting to think it's not as cool as I think it is.

I forced myself up to get dressed, pulling a pair of boxers from my wardrobe and putting them on. The apartment still smelled faintly of her — wild musk, blood, and sex. I stared at the sheets. The heat from last night had faded, but the mark it left hadn’t. My reflection in the window looked more tired than human.

I went out to the kitchen to have a drink, I turned towards the couch where Seulgi scratched ten half foot gashes on it while I was humping her from behind — how am I going to explain that to visitors? But then again, I don't really get visitors. Still, I made a mental note to patch up the couch since I don't have enough money to buy myself a new one. I reached to open the fridge, I noticed a note — the handwriting was clean though there were some erasures on it. I plucked it out, filled my glass, and read the note.

"Hey, Seren!

Good morning, I guess.... I hope.

Look, I'm really sorry about last night, though for consolation, it was a good night. Anyway, I promise I'll find the time to explain, I just have to run now because I'm needed at the station. Sorry for ditching you as well. (Sad face emoji)

And also, nobody at the station knows that I am a werebeast, well, nobody human, so, if we could keep it that way I'd really appreciate it.

I also took a handful of your clothes, with me being naked and all. I promise I'll return them the next time we meet.

-Seulgi."

Okay, I thought. No, actually, not okay. I need some answers, and I need them fast. And yet, what should I do? Burst into the station looking for Detective Kang Seulgi? They may entertain me but they won't believe my story — Night Folk are not allowed at a human police force after all. Before I could think any further, my phone alarm rang, I looked at the time, 7:45AM — and my first class is at 9:00AM — I'm running late if I dally any further. I rushed to my bathroom to shower and prepare for the most boring part of my life — school. By the time I left the apartment, the morning felt heavier than usual — like even the sun wanted me to forget last night.

I made it with about ten minutes to spare. I entered the half-full lecture hall and found myself a seat in the upper rows. Just as I was about to set my bag, someone slides into the seat beside me — Yu Jimin — radiant as always. She wore a crisp white blouse with her glasses tucked by the collar, and a plaid skirt that brushed just past her knees, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and my heart was beating even faster than when the vampires were about to suck me dry. Her eyes though, sparked with determined curiosity.

"Spill." She said excitedly.

"Spill what?" I asked, suddenly anxious as I remembered the night with Seulgi.

"Last night," she said in hushed tones. "The vampire attack, the werebeast detective, and that higher vampire."

"I told you everything, what else should I say?" I replied as I sat down.

"Was that all? Perhaps you forgot something, you know, because of the heat of the moment."

"Heat" — damn it. Another reminder of what Seulgi and I did as blood rushed to my cheeks.

"I think that was all, Jimin."

Jimin turned and nodded. Then she turned her head back to me, "Do not walk me home again," she said, though there was no heat from her voice, only concern.

"I told you not to blame yourself."

"You can't really control how I feel, Seren."

How about what I feel — for you? I wanted to ask, but the coward in me decided to keep my mouth shut.

"It was difficult you know, falling asleep last night," Jimin whispered softly.

"I'm really sorry for worrying you."

Jimin just nodded, her gaze far away.

"And thank you, for worrying for me."

Her lips curved into a faint smile. "Of course, we're friends, right?"

"I thought you were just tolerating me," I quipped.

She hit me in the shoulder, her face a mask of faux anger before we both laughed.

"Say, Jimin," I began after our laughter faded. "What do you know about werebeasts? Especially female ones."

Jimin turned to me, "Why do you ask?" She then narrowed her eyes, "Are you into Detective Werebeast?" She teased.

"No, no, no. It's not like that," I denied vehemently though I can feel myself get redder.

"I won't blame you, Seren. She's hot," Jimin retorted.

"Well....." I shrugged.

"So you are into her?" She asked, grinning widely.

"No," though I said it in a much higher pitch than I should have.

"I just..." I sighed. "I just want to know more about them you know, seeing as one saved my ass last night."

Jimin nodded, "Well, werebeasts, as you know, can transform into different beasts. They can only transform as one animal their whole life however."

"So it means," I interjected, "that Detective Kang can only transform into a bear and nothing else?"

"Mhmm," Jimin nodded. "It's still subject to debate though, why they only transform into one animal. Some say it's genetics, others say it's a reflection of the werebeast's personality, others say it's completely random like the roll of a dice."

"So if you get a bug —?" I asked seriously.

"Then you can only turn into a bug your whole life," Jimin replied flatly.

"That must suck."

"To those who turn into bugs." Jimin and I were openly chuckling now.

"How do you know so much about the Night Folk anyway?" I asked, genuinely impressed.

Jimin smiled proudly before answering, "I'm a nerd, Seren."