ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ | Jikook

☾ Chapter 3: Runaway Rogue ☼

Jungkook

I stare at the nothingness inside my dark cell. My family really threw me out. I'm no longer a Jeon in their eyes. And now, I don't even get to be part of the pack that I've grown up in. All because of him. All because of Park Jimin.

Maybe I should have told my father that I couldn't seem to get the hang of fire magic. I was hoping it would come to me with the adrenaline of battle. What I wasn't expecting was for it to burn. Fire types don't burn.

"What is wrong with me?" I look at my hands dejectedly.

"Nothing is wrong with you."

My eyes burn red and I growl. "Why are you here? Came here to gloat, Park?"

The soon-to-be Xima grips the bars to my cell. "Jungkook, are you okay?"

"No. I'm going to be shunned, made into a rogue."

His own eyes glow red. "I won't let that happen. I have a plan. You just need to work with me."

I sigh. "Fine. It's not like I have anything else to lose."

Jimin unlocks my cell and grabs my hand, pulling me around the mansion.

"Let me lead. I grew up here," I snap quietly, knowing where the guards stay and where we can slip out.

Despite being older and outranking me, Jimin allows me to take charge. We exit with relative ease and silently communicate with our eyes. Once we're on the same page, we both shift into our wolf forms and I follow Jimin to where he wants to take me.

Jimin looks around before switching back, adjusting his backpack. "This is it, the boundary to the Bangtan territory. Once you step beyond this line, you're on your own."

"What?"

"Run away. Forget you were ever a part of our pack," Jimin orders. "This is the only way. If I shun you, that mark will keep you from finding a new pack. You didn't do anything wrong. I couldn't do that to you."

I scoff. "Well, aren't you an angel?"

His eyes shift red. "I'm putting my neck on the line for you over and over again, Jungkook. I don't have to do this."

Sighing, I sit down on our side of the river. "I'm scared. I've never been outside our turf. What if I'm killed by rogues?"

"You won't be."

"I'm a sun type who can't even use magic."

"Let me see it."

I hold myself as my heart palpitates. He can't mean... No, he can't. There's no reason he'd want to see that. There's nothing spectacular about it.

"Let you see what?"

"Your wolf," he breathes out.

"On two conditions." I squirm slightly. "You show me your fire... and you show me your wolf. I didn't get to really see."

Jimin nods and holds his hand out, a yellow flame dancing in his palm. It lights up his features and I stare at his face before blinking it away.

"No, the green."

"I don't know how. I can't."

"Please." My breathing accelerates. "Not even Father's was that pure a green. It was basically just yellow with a tint."

Jimin frowns. "I'm still exhausted from going against him. I've never used green flames before, Jungkook. I wasn't thinking. I just felt the need to protect you."