Denial

"Oh, you're awake," The maid smiled when I slowly got up on my bed. She was cleaning the mess on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry about the mess," I groggily apologized, still half asleep. We made a mess in the room last night.

"Well, enjoy your time," The maid bows before leaving the room with the rubbish bag.

"I'm so sleepy...," I groaned, slumping back down, then sleepily turned to hug my pillow. I don't feel like getting out of bed right now.

"Then sleep," Jungkook whispers, placing his arm around my shoulder. He gently traced his fingers down my bare back and snuggled his face against the crook of my neck. Unconsciously, I smiled with my eyes closed, but it didn't last when I frowned in confusion. With my eyes closed, I felt what I thought was my pillow with my fingers, but no... it was replaced with soft and smooth flesh. What the...?

"Why are you feeling my chest? Yah... byuntae..." Jungkook chuckled at the ticklish sensation. He snuggled his face into my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I froze on the mattress when all the steamy memories came rushing back into my head.

HOLY.

FUCK.

"I'm not a byuntae!" I snapped. I shot up into a sitting position, then scrambled off his bed in a hurry. Fuck! It wasn't my bed! Nor was it my pillow! My eyes grew wide open when I realized we were both naked.

"Where are you going???" Jungkook got up in confusion to watch me dress by his bedside. I quickly pulled on my clothes in a hurry without responding to him. FUCK FUCK FUCK. WHAT THE HELL DID I DO!?

"B-back to my room. See you!" Avoiding his eyes, I quickly dashed out of his room when I felt my heart racing out of control.

"Oh, Sora..." Taehyung called out as he walked down the hallway in exhaustion but stopped when he noticed I came out of Jungkook's room.

"Taehyung- You- j-just came back from the university..?" I gulped nervously. I messed up! I'm regretting it! I shouldn't have gotten drunk! ARRGHHHH!

"Yeah, I stayed up all night last night. What were you doing in his-"

"Sora, you forgot your phone," Jungkook came out of the room, shirtless. He didn't notice Taehyung standing in the hallway, so he walked up to me with a faint smile. I froze when Jungkook playfully ruffled my hair and then caressed my cheek with his thumb. Taehyung stood staring at Jungkook with his mouth hanging open. He averted his eyes to my messy hair, then eyed my loosely buttoned shirt in utter silence.

"Oh, thank you," I snatched it out of Jungkook's hands.

"W-we had a drink together, l-last n-night..." I quickly reassured Taehyung, who was staring at us with a suspicious expression. SHIT.

"Yeah, and we-"

"We fell asleep! Yeah, I fell asleep in his room, haha what a mess," I laughed, cutting Jungkook off quickly. Jungkook turned to look at me with a bewildered look. Why is he giving me that look?! We were fucking drunk!

"What do you mean-"

"Right?! Don't you have a hungover?!" I chuckled, interrupting Jungkook again. Taehyung continued to stare at me without blinking. What if he knows?? I'm bad at lying, aren't I??? ARGHHHH! I'M SO FUCKING SCREWED.

"Araso, get some sleep," Taehyung nods before walking toward his room without uttering another word. I exhaled in relief. Was he clueless? Or did he figure it out?

"You don't have to tell everyone about it," I awkwardly turned to look at Jungkook. Jungkook didn't say anything but stared at me with a disappointed look. Why is he giving me that look??

"Right, we only had a few drinks last night," Jungkook suddenly let out a petty scoff before walking off in disappointment. My heart sank. Is he hurt? I mean- we were drunk last night! How can he take it seriously?! ARGGGHHHH! Sora, you messed up again! ARRRRRRRGGHHH! Sighing, I stomped back to my room in frustration. I'm a fucking idiot!

I locked myself inside my room because I felt really bad about whatever happened last night. How can I?! I paced back and forth in my own bedroom to figure out an excuse. He's mad, isn't he? Maybe he isn't thinking clearly! I should give him time... once he sobers up- He'll probably be disgusted by me! I'm not an alpha! Just an average! Arghhh! Oteokke! I'm going crazy!

"Sora? Come over to Taehyung's room," Jimin knocked on my door in the afternoon.

"I'll be right there," I replied, getting onto my feet. God, I don't want to see Jungkook. I'm so embarrassed!

"What's going on?" I questioned, entering the room to find Taehyung lying on the couch while Jimin sat on the floor with a snack bag in his hands.

"We-"

"Oh! Having fun without me?! So mean! Thud," Jungkook burst through the door, sending it into me.

"AH!" I groaned loudly when the door struck me right in the face.

"Oh? What are you doing behind the door?" Jungkook turns to look at me in shock. I said nothing because I was guilty. Please go away...

"Are you okay?" Jimin eyed me anxiously. I nodded and lowered my face to rub my throbbing forehead.

"Of course she's fine! Come on!" Jungkook smirks, pulling me forward. I slowly sat on the opposite couch in confusion. Why is he so cheerful? Did he sober up?? He's not pissed anymore?

"Move your legs!" Jungkook snapped, sitting down beside me, and rudely shoved my legs off the couch.

"Yah!" I snapped at him in annoyance. He's back to being the usual jerk, huh? Why did I even waste my time worrying about him?!

"Moh?" Jungkook stared at me with his eyes wide open.

"Whatever," I mumbled, glancing away. What an asshole.

"The Alpha Ceremony is tomorrow," Taehyung dawdles, turning to look at me.

"Oh. Yeah. Almost forgot. Aren't the stylist visiting today?" Jimin nods. Stylist? What is this? A fashion show?

"Who's your date?" Taehyung turned to ask Jimin. Jungkook and I quickly exchanged glances. Fuck, I just remembered I have to go with him! Oh god. Can't I just stay home???

"The Kwang's daughter, my parents set it up," Jimin nods, weakly smiling at me.

"You've been going with her for years. Why don't you just date already? She's clearly into you," Taehyung mumbles while scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, I felt a sore spasm of pain in my chest when I heard the word 'date'. What's with me?? I guess I'm not even over Yoongi yet... who is he going with? Can I even stand watching him with another girl?? ARGH! I don't want to go... this is a mess... I'm not even ready!

"I don't like her. She's way too spoiled," Jimin shrugs quietly.

"Aren't you all spoiled?" I blurted. Offended, all three of the alphas turned to look at me.

"What? It's true though. You basically grew up with silver- Ani you basically grew up with a diamond spoon in your mouth," I defended my statement as they eyed me in shock. Did I say something wrong? I'm just stating the facts though!

"At least, I can eat ramen down the street!" Jimin snapped at me, so I smiled at him. True. He's very humble.

"At least I can fix my own car and motorbike," Taehyung defends himself. Laughing at Taehyung, we turned to Jungkook. What is he going to say?

"Why are you looking at me???" Jungkook asks while staring at us uncomfortably.

"You're a spoiled brat," I sniggered at Jungkook since he didn't have anything to say for himself.

"Y-yah! I'm not! I can do a lot of things on my own! And I'm not picky!" Jungkook stuttered as he spoke.

"I doubt that. Remember when you made your father buy three different dog breeds just because you couldn't decide?" Taehyung smirked at Jungkook, so he glanced away in embarrassment.

"Ani-"

"Whatever. The number of cars you have already says everything," Jimin smiles while munching his chips happily, earning a deadly glare from Jungkook.

"Sora, you're coming, right? I will ask your parents for permission," Taehyung turned to look me in the eyes. I paused. Um... I quickly turned to look at Jungkook, hoping he'd tell Taehyung, but he remained silent. The fuck... ARGH! This asshole!

"I'm supposed to go with Jung-"

"Of course, she's going with you! I'm going with Minah," Jungkook quickly cut me off, and for a moment, I felt a little stab in my chest. What was that? Somehow I felt betrayed. I stared at Jungkook in disbelief. He's really going with her?

"Moh?" Jungkook mouthed me quietly when I kept staring at him. He was the one who asked me to go with him!? YAH! WHY IS HE EMBARRASSING ME LIKE THIS!?

"Yeah, I'm not going with him," I shot Jungkook a deadly glare in annoyance. Fucking asshole!

"What's up with you two?" Taehyung asked, slowly sitting up with a suspicious expression when he noticed the tension between us.

"Nothing, I'm not going," I quickly shrugged at Taehyung. I'm not supposed to be there anyway.

"Oh. Yoongi asked you to go with him, didn't he? When he last visited," Taehyung questioned cluelessly, causing me and Jungkook to exchange glances again. Jimin suddenly chokes on his chips. He coughed over and over again as the room grew hushed.

"Ani... he didn't ask me," I replied in a small voice. I turned to find Jimin staring at me awkwardly.

"Taehyung-"

"Why didn't he ask? It's his parents, isn't it? Aish-" Taehyung grunted, unconsciously interrupting Jimin when he tried to explain the situation.

"Ani. It's not that," I shook my head quietly. My chest started to throb in pain again. Fuck, why is he reminding me of it???! I really don't want to talk about it!

"He doesn't deserve it anyway-"

"Taehyung hajima," Jimin sighed, sternly placing the bag of chips down.

"Moh?" Taehyung cluelessly turned to look at Jimin in confusion. Jimin glanced at me, then turned back to Taehyung.

"Did something happen?" Taehyung asked, turning to look at me with a dumbfounded look.

"They broke up. Don't bring up his name," Jimin gulped. I bit my lips anxiously when Taehyung suddenly froze. By that, I mean he literally stopped breathing. He sat staring at the floor blankly. Jimin and I exchanged nervous glances as the room fell silent.

"When did it happen?" Taehyung finally turned to look at me.

"The day he visited," I admitted, avoiding his eye contact. Taehyung looks very taken aback for some reason...

"How did you know about this? Sora, why didn't you tell me?" Taehyung questioned, eyeing Jimin and me in shock.

"Well, I accidentally found out... when I found her crying," Jimin shrugged while staring at me in guilt. I want him to stop talking about it, but I know Taehyung won't let it go.

"And you didn't tell me about it?" Taehyung asked as he stared at Jimin in bewilderment.

"I figured she didn't want to let anyone know about it until she's ready," Jimin shrugged, glancing away from Taehyung as he furiously glared at us. He glanced at Jungkook, then turned to look at me again, but quickly averted his eyes back to Jungkook again. He then narrowed his eyes at Jungkook's uneasy expression.

"M-moh?! Why are you looking at me like that?!" Jungkook stutters uncomfortably when Taehyung studies him in silence.

"You know about it too, don't you?" Taehyung exhales heavily. Is he annoyed?

"Well- I-I..." Jungkook shrugs, avoiding Taehyung's eyes.

"So everyone knows except me?" Taehyung pressed, staring directly at me.

"I guess so," I whispered. He's mad at me again, isn't he?

"She didn't tell you because she obviously knew you were going to be like this," Jungkook snapped at Taehyung, who suddenly straightened himself on the couch. Why are they dragging this on? Just drop it already!

"What do you mean?" Taehyung frowned.

"You're intimidating her! She knew you'd react this way," Jungkook rolled his eyes at Taehyung. Taehyung sat quietly... lost in his own thoughts. Everyone awkwardly sat in total silence as Taehyung turned stiff. Is he... okay?

"Right, I'm sorry," Taehyung finally sighed, locking his eyes with mine.

"It's fine," I shook my head with a weak smile.

"I'll make it up to you. And you're coming with me," Taehyung stated blankly. Huh?

"Coming?" I questioned him in confusion.

"To the ceremony, you'll be my partner. Just Like I asked you months ago," Taehyung crossed his legs. He did ask me to go with him at the cafe when I first arrived in Seoul. I slowly nodded. How will I even face Yoongi? I'll probably tear up when I see him. I'm so fucked!

"Masters, the stylists are here. We need to do the final checkup," A maid announced, knocking on Taehyung's door to inform us.

"We'll be there in a minute," Jungkook called as they got onto their feet. Jimin and Jungkook strode out of the room, leaving Taehyung and I behind.

"Can we talk later?" Taehyung questioned, turning to me.

"Of course," I nodded and walked out of the room.

"Anneonghaseyo!" Jungkook and Jimin greeted someone in the living room... huh? There's a guest? Taehyung and I exchanged confused glances as we strolled into the living room.

"EOMMA?!" I gasped in shock when I found her standing with Mrs. Kim and the stylists.

"Ah! Sora! I miss you!" Eomma chuckles, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Anneonghaseyo," Taehyung quickly bowed at my mom.

"God, you're all insanely handsome!" Eomma chuckles brightly at the guys. Why is she here? Wae? Where's appa?

"Boys, let's get you ready. Pick the concept carefully! Keep it simple!" Mrs. Kim nudged Taehyung and Jimin. She quickly led them away with the stylists.

"Where's appa?" I questioned, glancing around the mansion curiously.

"He's with Mr. Jeon," Eomma smiles, gently pushing my hair strands behind my ear.

"What are you guys doing here?" I smiled at her. Something feels really off about eomma... but what is it??

"Our baby got hurt. How can we not rush here?" Eomma sadly smiled at me... but her stare was somehow... blank... it made me uneasy.

"Eomma, I'm fine now. I was hurt days ago," I reassured, but eomma kept smiling at me with her vacant eyes. Uh... she's creeping me out.

"The wolves are desperate... things are getting out of hand," Eomma whispered while running her fingers down my cheek. I'm lost. What?

"Eomma? Why are you like this? Jangnan hajimaaa~! (stop joking)," I whined at her. What the hell is she talking about...?

"The wolves forgot their place in the jungle. Greeds have consumed them. They must be reminded of where they stand. Where they belong. They think the lion disappeared... but little did they know the Jungle King is finally awake," Eomma muttered odd phrases under her breath as she examined my bruised face. I stared at her with a dumbfounded look. Is... she possessed or what?

"Eomma!" I finally snapped, feeling a bit irritated! Is she sick or something? Because she's making no sense at all!

"Huh? Oh. We need to get plenty of things done, Sora. Let's go," Eomma shrugged, snapping out of her thoughts. She gave me one last rub on the cheek before walking off without explaining herself.

"What do you mean- EOMMA! EOMMA! ANSWER ME!" I called after her in confusion, but she disappeared down the hall. I quickly ran after her. 

What is she saying? Why is she here? What does she mean by the Jungle King? What wolves?! Is it a riddle of some sort? She needs to answer me!!!