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1uckygold · 2 days
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🟱 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.
🟱 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.
🟱 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.
🟱 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.
🟱 You are still a writer when you aren't published.
🟱 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.
🟱 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.
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1uckygold · 9 days
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I started reading around 14
 wrote my first fanfic at 16 and now I’m about to be 23 and still going âœŒđŸ»
Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.
I’m curious!
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1uckygold · 9 days
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Seokjin: Oh wow
 You are gorgeous.
Y/N: 

Seokjin: No. You are! World wide even!
Namjoon: Do I even want to know?
Y/N: No.
Both stare intently at Seokjin blowing kisses and winking at a mirror.
Seokjin, dreamily sighs: Where have I been all my life?
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1uckygold · 9 days
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I read through all of ‘Change your Tune’ last night and this morning and it is sooooo amazing! I love it! I can’t wait to see where it goes next! Sorry if I spammed you as i reblogged each chapter once I finished reading it lol! Side question - are you going to see the D-Day Tour in theaters? I’m honestly so excited for it - love Yoongi
Ah, I’m so glad you like it!! I’m actually turning it into an actual book
 Obviously, the character names will be different but it’s coming together đŸ„° and yesss!! I already have tickets to see the movie in iMAX! I even bought a D-DAY sweater to represent đŸ‘‘đŸ–€đŸ–€
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1uckygold · 21 days
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Hello, I just wanted to tell you that I really like reading 'Changing One's Tune' 😊💜
Thank you! That means a lot to me đŸ–€
I’m actually preparing the process into turning it in an actual book. Hopefully, you’ll get to see it published one day đŸ„č💛
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1uckygold · 3 months
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Hello lovelies!
Merry Christmas, or in some cases
 Happy Holidays! ❀
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1uckygold · 5 months
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BTS Discussion' - What would be their English name??
Anyone else curious on what each members name would be if they were English? I know Jungkook once said Ian or Justin but he just doesn't feel like one...
What name do you believe would fit them? My, myself, and I think:
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Seokjin: we all know our baby would want a name that sounds majestic (like his sweet-face)... so maybe, hm, Zaiden or Demon, Soren, Cayden, Arwen?
Yoongi: Definitely August (Like Agust-D... maybe Augustin is his full name) or idk, Ethan.
Hobi: Jay... Full name Jason.
Joon: Joon-bug here could be Jude... Nathan... Koa...
Jimin: JAMES... It's classy and Jimmy is the nickname for James (two birds, one stone. we get the cute and classy version!!)
Tae: Vincent, Tristan, Tate, Callum, Tyson... I'm trying to think of names that I could see walking a common street like a runway
JK: Jaxon with an "x" because our wonderful-beautiful-boy loves to be extra... OR maybe Zane
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1uckygold · 7 months
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where are you đŸ˜­đŸ˜­đŸ˜„
I'm ALIVE!! Alive and well đŸ„°
I apologize for not posting as often. To be honest, my last chapter on Changing One's Tune didn't get much likes as I would've liked... so my motivation/inspiration declined and I thought others moved on from the story
But for lovely readers like you that are still patiently waiting, I'll try to get another chapter out soon!
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1uckygold · 1 year
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Changing One's Tune (16)
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.7K
~Tag List: @tanumiki @yummiethedragoon2 @llcalumllhoodll @darkmangoo @kurochan3 @wooya1224 @lilacdreams-00 @fangirl125reader @halesandy @aviwasabi21 @mrcleanheichou @loveyoongles @queenthorin1 @rosquilleta @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6 @sockie-the-dumbass @jipwark02 @malewife-supremacy @tinyoonsblog @becomingbts @lenafarn @ultralillylove @deathkat657 @janeelizabeth1216 @sumzysworld @beach-bitch-bitch-beach @agustdjoon @ironrosestylist @d-noona @matchat3a @zae007live @friendlywraith @bangtannie7 @bangtanswrld @marieebarbzz8 @quokkahideout @that-author @honeybxes @kim-jias-den @loner0907 @artgukk @jaiuneamesolitaiire @readers-posts @chieftoadturkeynickel @matchat3a @almosttoopizza @pb-n-jujuu @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @btsiguess-kpop @kisskissshutmydoor @adeptiixiao @avadakabra93 @khjcoo @kimahjung98 @murkydoesnotloveyou @bbl32 @fluffy-canada-pancakes @schokoshaker @theonethatlikeskpop @yoursoontobestepmom @purplewinterluv @rosiepetalss @wittyreader
Part: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / More Chapters Soon...
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“They can’t do that! Can they??” Yoongi hissed, slumping in his chair upon the news and whispering harshly. The music producer tryin’ his best not to disturb you while he was on the phone—This was the first peaceful sleep you’ve had during this month since the “incident”. You weren’t the same since your old owners made an appearance.
Although it wasn’t quite the change one would expect. Yoongi prepared for you to shut down, shun them and create a barrier to distant from the world again. Not be rather
 Clingy.
In the beginning, Yoongi was beyond confused at the action. Especially whenever he’d wake up in the middle of the night to see you practically snuggling into him, and not in your usual feline-form that you would always fall asleep in—Hell, you even managed to overcome that swallowing and heart wrenching fear of crowds to travel with him to work. You both currently holed up in his genius lab, a little nickname that Yoongi loved to call his office.
However, Yoongi decided it was best not to voice these concerns, despite the nagging feeling in the back of his head, figuring it was your new coping mechanism.
“I’m sorry, but it seems like they can. The police held them in content far too long as is—In fact, they’re to be released later this evening,” Sujin explained, frustration clear in his tone from the lack of sleep that was lost searching for a loophole. It was hard accepting defeat, this couple refusing to give up their custody rights against you
 Yet this didn’t mean it was simply done, losing the battle was fine, it was the war they were going to win anyways.
“Son of a—Is there anything we could possibly do? I mean, we can’t just fuckin’ hand over Y/N like if we’re kids in the playground trading toys!” Yoongi shouted, accidentally standing up to harshly that had the chair slamming to the ground. Regret filling him at the sight of you twitching, stirring from the tanish-leather couch. Immediately lulling you back to sleep, sighing as the soft snores echoed throughout the room once more.
“Trust me, that’s the last thing we’re going to do. What we can do is get us a court case and free Y/N by taking them to trial,” Sujin said, however, there was a hint of hesitation tainted in his tone that had Yoongi’s eyes narrowing. There was more
 He could feel the famous “but” coming.
“What is it?” Yoongi huffed, eyes rolling—How could this possibly get worse?
“While, um, they still hold ownership
 You can’t officially adopt Y/N,” Sujin muttered, Yoongi practically freezing on the spot as it suddenly felt harder to swallow. Knuckles turning whiter than his normal pale colour from how hard Yoongi was clenching his fist, body shaking in pure rage. “Right now, the best we can do is get you a temporary permit to treat and house her. Hopefully the department will approve, considering Seokjin is a hybrid doctor. We can write down that he’ll be checking-in from time to time, but if the permit isn’t approved then
 Y/N will have to come and stay at the hybrid shelter until the court case is settled. Which could take months to even get a date.”
The thought of you being alone—without him—left a bitter taste in Yoongi’s mouth. Sujin waiting patiently in silence, giving Yoongi enough time to process the news.
“..How soon do we need to settle this permit crap?” Yoongi questioned; voice soft and sounding more like a bomb that was ready to explode with one wrong movement. Sujin was certainly not going to be the person to light that fuse.
“As soon as possible.”
“I’ll see you there at the county’s station, Seokjin will be attending as well—Don’t be late or I’ll drag you there myself,” Yoongi instructed, not giving Sujin a chance to respond and hanging up the call with a frustrated sigh.
Glancing at you sleeping the afternoon away, Yoongi rubbed his neck in an anxious manner
 Namjoon was currently at work, Seokjin will need to accompany him, and the guys are more likely waiting by the phone—The four hybrids didn’t stop calling non-stop to check on you, not being allowed to come over personally. Seokjin and Namjoon giving strict orders to give you space for now.
There was no other choice, Yoongi didn’t want to leave and even though he knew that you’ll be fine on your own, it didn’t feel right today. You’ll be okay if Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin came over to hangout—Plus, you might not even notice
 You HAVE been sleeping all day and Yoongi could just explain everything later when he comes home.
Sending a quick text to Seokjin, Yoongi dialed a number that belonged to the opposite of the eldest. “Hyung! It’s surprising for you to be the first one to call
 Y/N’s okay, right??” Jungkook questioned, worried that maybe something happened.
“She’s fine; Sleeping. I actually called to see if you and the guys are able to come over. Jin and I need to go somewhere and leaving Y/N alone just doesn’t feel like a good idea right now,” Yoongi stated, unconsciously gripping the phone a little tight from how anxious he was feeling while gathering their things. Preparing to leave the office and head back home.
“Yes!! I mean
 Of course. Hobi is talking to hyung now, he’ll drop us off along the way to pick you up. Just leave the door unlocked, and don’t worry about us waking her! I’ll make sure no one disturbs Y/N’s sleep!” Jungkook firmly stated, determined to keep the quiet in the house. Even if the bunny needed to be on guard to even prevent a mere pencil from dropping.
“Please, you’ll more likely be the one falling asleep too,” Jimin snickered in the background only yelping seconds later, Yoongi didn’t need to be there to know that Jungkook threw something at him before hanging up. Turning his attention toward you, Yoongi prepared to lift your sleeping form into his arms.
There was hardly no one in the halls, only two staff members walking past. Both not wasting time to bow in a greeting manner but not speaking a word, noticing the sleeping hybrid that was practically glued to Yoongi’s back—After the struggle between getting you into and out of the car
 It was a piece of cake when it came to putting you to bed.
Yoongi walked toward the bedroom door, halting in his steps, hesitating before twirling back around. “I’ll
 I’ll be right back. The guys will be here any second to keep you company,” He leaned down, whispering near you’re ears as they twitched at the soft breath against them.
The music lover knew you weren’t conscious to hear or understand him, but Yoongi felt more relaxed leaving that message for you. Hoping it will come up in the dreamland that you were creating. A gummy smile threatening to break out, immediately slapping a hand to cover his mouth in embarrassment at the flustered emotion he was feeling.
There was oddly a certain satisfaction seeing you snuggle further into his side of the bed, nose twitching and sighing in pure content at the smell of Yoongi’s cologne all around. Chest rumbling, purrs echoing in the silent and dark bedroom as Yoongi snuck out of their apartment when getting confirmation that Seokjin and the boys were here.
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It’s been a few hours since Yoongi left you alone with the guys—Sighing in frustration, Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose. Most of their time was literally wasted in the waiting area, only for an officer to state that there was nothing to be done. However the man sounded more bored than anything, as if this case was a lost cause, despite Sujin angrily reasoning with him—This was the complete opposite that was discussed on the phone.
“I’m sorry. It appears like there is nothing we can do
. Next week, we’ll have an officer escort and deliver this hybrid—”
Deliver? Yoongi tensed, biting his tongue to prevent himself from lashing out. In fact, he was not the only one doing so
 Seokjin and Sujin were bristling at the worded choice. This man acted like if you were nothing more than a nuisance package to be sent on someone’s doorstep!
A cough interrupted the conversation before a fight could break out, attention turning to the new presence. The bored man instantly standing at the sight of them—From the stance between the two, it was clear that the random guy was superior in rank. “Officer Lee, no need to bother with these
 Hm, furry-lovers if you will. I’ll handle the rest from here and properly escort them out.”
Yoongi would’ve punched the smirk off that bastered if it wasn’t for the chance of jailtime, especially when you needed him—The unknown man harshly pushed them out of their chair, no trace of emotion but smugness when leading them out of the station. He had a hard grip upon Sujin’s arm, however, their foots barely touched the pavement before they were directed in a hasty shove toward the side of the building.
“What the fuck—”
“No time to explain—My name is Officer Kang Cho. I apologize for this sudden behavior
 and eavesdropping, but I believe I can help,” Cho spoke in a mere whisper, coco-brown eyes darting around for a trance of anyone listening or watching their interaction.
“What are you talking about?” Seokjin questioned, a single figure held up to silence Yoongi, the music producer’s mouth open but instantly shutting without hesitation. Seokjin’s protective instincts were kicking in at the suspicious vibe this man was giving, and it didn’t help that the sudden change of behavior left him feeling uneasy. Even Sujin was scrunching up his nose, deeply frowning—This was a regular abusive-hybrid case, wasn’t it?
“I-I can’t explain it here
 Even the walls have ears. But I know who you’re up against and trust me when I say that the Hyun family AREN’T regular people. They are—What the hell are you still doing here?! We’re not helping abomination lovers like yourselves. Leave the properly and don’t come back, or we’ll be forced to take extreme circumstances!” Cho growled much like an animal; It was like someone flipped a switch. The officer not holding back his strength, shoving Sujin against the wall in a harsh manner that had the other two startled.
Although Sujin flinched at his back scrapping against the brick wall, he frowned at how close the two were
 Sujin could practically smell the mint gum Cho was chewing. It was also how Sujin was able to pick up the silent gesture he was doing, another shove causing the shelter owner to face the hidden security camera that was moving slightly for a better view of the four—So they were being watched, just like Cho said.
“Tomorrow. Let’s discuss this at a safe place, be there
 because this isn’t about one hybrid anymore that we might be saving. This could open doors for millions,” Cho frantically whispered, Sujin searching the guy’s eyes for any sign of deception, finding nothing but truth to his words. Not wasting another second talking that would give off alarming flags, Cho huffed and threw Sujin to the dirty street. “Hybrids
 What a joke. There nothing but an abomination that needs to be corrected.”
Spitting his gum into a piece of paper, Cho chucked it at Sujin’s face that caused it to bounce off his cheek. Yoongi hissed at the mocking tone, nearly charging if it wasn’t for Seokjin holding him back as Cho walked back inside the building without another glance. Laughter in the air.
“Great. We’re back to square one with nothing.”
“I wouldn’t say nothing just yet,” Sujin mumbled, eyes narrowed at the crumpled piece of paper that laid on the floor
 A hint of inky letters could be seen inside some of its folds—It was a message
 A message that contained where and what time exactly to meet Cho.
.. “So your telling me that something bigger is going on? Are you sure, you can even trust this guy?” Yoongi groaned, drinking his iced americano to calm himself. After the weird encounter with Cho, the three decided to grab something to drink and snack-on near a local coffee ship. Though Sujin insisted they not discuss their situation in public, or anywhere that was close to the police station, so now they were in the car at a McDonald’s parking lot.
“I can’t say I fully trust him right now, but Cho is the best chance we got on freeing Y/N. The officers didn’t want to listen so if he knows something about this, we might as well take the leap,” Sujin explained, rereading the message that was left to them.
“I agree
 We actually don’t know much about Y/N’s past or what it was like living with those people. What if there’s more to the story? I know we shouldn’t press to hard, but maybe it’s time to get more information out of her,” Seokjin suggested, flinching at the hard glare Yoongi was giving. Never once did the seven question and pry into your past, and it wasn’t like you were going to willingly give out information. Especially if it involved something so personal and traumatic.
“Absolutely not.”
“I know you don’t like the idea Yoongi, but it could help—”
“I said no!” Yoongi snapped. He knew exactly what it was like to be walking on the dark road, weight-crushing hardships haunting you on the path ahead. They were best to be left in the black void, key thrown down the deepest part of the ocean
 He didn’t even want to share his inner demons, so why should he force you to relive yours?
Shame. That’s all Yoongi could feel—Why? Because a part of him couldn’t help but agree with Seokjin and Sujin. Yoongi knew those two were right, if you were to tell them more information about your past and this couple, then it could help in the future
 But then again. “Y/N has had a hard life and I’m sure seeing her old abusers didn’t help. Especially being reminded of the horrors that was endured. In fact, she’s been sleeping more, refusing to leave my side, and even pacing until the sun comes out. What right do we have to dig the knife dipper when this Officer Cho guy can just give us the answers we need?!”
“Wait back-up. She’s been doing what?” Sujin questioned, Seokjin frowning at Yoongi’s words as the two professionals looked at one another. Honestly, Yoongi welcomed the sudden topic change, body relaxing further in the passenger’s seat out of exhaustion.
“Recently, Y/N has been more tired. I thought maybe she’d be more distant and push me away, but no, Y/N actually got clingier. I figured that it was her new coping mechanism to deal with stress, or perhaps it was her tryin’ to relieve my stress
 I did read once that cat’s purring helps reduce anxiety and stress. I’m sure it’s not any different for feline hybrids.”
“Yoongi. Where is Y/N right now?” Sujin carefully asked, Yoongi scrunching his nose at the random question—What did your location matter?
“Home, of course,” Yoongi scoffed, the answer had Sujin relaxing, only to stiffen when hearing Seokjin’s hesitating words. The oldest putting the puzzles together on what could be going on, “Yoongi didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone, so our friends are watching Y/N
 You know, the uh, hybrid ones? Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin.”
“I am not a hundred percent positive, but we need to get to your place. Right now!”
Upon the urgency in Sujin’s tone, Seokjin didn’t waste time to pull out of the parking lot with a speed that had Yoongi shouting, drinks nearly spilling. The oldest tried his best to drive in a hurriedly pace without disobeying the speed limits and laws, something that was extremely hard to do in a city that was always busy
 Unless you took the back roads—When arriving, Yoongi blindly followed Seokjin as he led the way. Confused when the two ignored the elevator, using the emergency stairs for a faster route up. They didn’t have the patient’s to wait in the lobby until an elevator decided it’ll open their doors.
There was a slim chance that Sujin was right, but even so, it was still shocking to see all four hybrids in the hall—Hoseok’s breathing was sharp, struggling to keep the door from opening as it shook on it’s hinges. Jungkook was completely knocked out, layin’ on the ground in a curled up position, while Jimin whimpered
 Scratching the hallway’s carpet and rolling around in pure agony.
Although what startled them the most was a pacing white tiger
 Taehyung’s eyes were wild, growling at the sight of them and would’ve pounced if it wasn’t for Hoseok. The door stopping it’s shaking movements that allowed the hybrid to transform, the dog tackling the rogue hybrid with vicious bark to snap Taehyung back into his conscious state.
“The hell—Are you guys alright?! What’s going on??” Yoongi worriedly ran to his brothers, checking the youngest firs to make sure Jungkook was still breathing. The bunny showing a few scratch marks but nothing too serious that indicated why he was unconscious. Though no one was able to answer, Hoseok and Taehyung still battling for dominance as they wrestled to the ground. Yet, no one but maybe Jimin. The fox hybrid’s hair sticking to his forehead from how bad he was sweating in his inner-struggle.
“Y/N,” Jimin wheezed, body shivering as a moan threatened to break out from the intoxicating smell that was coming from underneath the apartment door that you were in. The fox hybrid immediately swallowing it down to not cause awkwardness, even going as far to bite his tail so the pain would distract himself. “S-She
 Y/N was burning up
 W-We thought it was a fever and that maybe she got a cold from playing in the snow or something—NO
 No, cold
 Much worse, had to knock Jungkook out. N-Never seen him so feral
”
“It’s okay Jimin. You and Hoseok did good—Sujin, please take the boys downstairs to my car. Lightly turn on the heater, they’ll get sleepy with the radiating warmth. Afterwards, bring me a bag that is in the trunk. I keep an extra set of medical supplies just in case,” Seokjin stated, flipping into a more professional side that Yoongi rarely sees. The shelter owner nodding, instantly lifting up Jungkook with a grunt as he directed the rest of the boys far away from the strong pheromones that drove them crazy.
“Hyung? What’s going on?” Yoongi asked, biting his lip anxiously that had Seokjin’s eyes softening. It wasn’t often for Yoongi to go to him for comfort and answers considering he was the oldest to the other six. Sighing, Seokjin gripped Yoongi’s shoulder, “Yoongi. I know you want answers but once I am a sure, I’ll let you know.”
“Fuck that!” Yoongi shouted, shoving his hyung’s touch that had Seokjin startled, “I don’t want to wait, I want to know now and if your not going to tell me even the slightest information. Then I’m going to find out for myself!”
“Wait! Min Yoongi, don’t you dare—”
For the first time in his life, Yoongi ignored Seokjin’s authority and bust through the door, bolting it shut so there’s no interference. A mistake Yoongi would soon realize—The place was dark, curtains closed to prevent any light from shining through.
“Y/N
? Hey, I’m back,” Yoongi called in the darkness, calmly walking toward the hall to his bedroom. It was almost unnerving from how quiet it was. The music producer entered the same room he left you, although he didn’t have night vision, there was a outline of a lump in the bed. Something that had relief filling Yoongi, “Y/N, hey, it’s time to wake up.”
Pulling the covers back, Yoongi froze to see it was nothing but ripped up pillows. A faint tickle brushing against his ankle alerted him of the presence from behind. Twisting around, wild and feral eyes glowed in the dark until they pounced, tackling Yoongi to the bed.
You were breathing heavy, hissing in a warning
 A territorial warning.
“Kitten?”
The sound of Yoongi’s voice echoing in the darkness had you twitching, the slits that were once your pupils fading. Even in the dark it was clear you were gaining some sense of control back as you whimpered—You couldn’t help yourself. Something inside was bursting and it was calling out for Yoongi
 It was familiar but yet at the same time it wasn’t.
“Yoongi? No
 No, you have to go. I—Don’t come back. Stay with the Namjoon and Seokjin, with the rest of the
 Hybrids,” Yoongi’s eyes widen, he’s never heard you growl before but the way that “hybrids” were said sent a shiver down his spine. You reluctantly slid off Yoongi, suppressing a whine at the loss of contact before dropping to the ground that had Yoongi alarmed.
“Y/N, whatever’s happening we can figure it out. I can take you to Seokjin’s clinic to get checked out or maybe—”
“I said, go!” You whirled around so fast that had Yoongi tumbling off the bed, hitting the floor with a groan
 Opening his eyes, a peek of light illuminated your features—Your hair was sticking to all ends, eyes glowing and feral. The only sound was your pants and aggravated hisses. You reminded him of a wild animal that was ready to pounce for a meal. In fact, he was sure you would considering a tongue peeked out to lick your lips, showing off sharp canines unconsciously.
Scrambling to his feet, Yoongi ran out the room. The moment he slammed the door with adrenaline spreading throughout his body, something hard slammed against it as deep scratching was heard. Your whimpers and whines reached Yoongi’s ears, but so did the sound of the door locking from the other side as a growl echoed in the hall.
“Please
 P-Please just go.”
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Welcome to the sixteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! Uh, oh... I think we all know what symptoms Y/N is showing and if you don't. I'm sure as hell not tellin', but will Yoongi help or run?
Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are very much appreciated if you enjoy the story, its always exciting to know that you like my writing and gives me more motivation to update faster!
See you all soon, Stay Gold! <3
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1uckygold · 1 year
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why do you do the tag list requests? i don't understand?
I do the tag list because some would like notification updates and the tagging alerts them faster.
As well because in my opinion
 The more people that wants to be tagged to get alerted on a new chapter, the better it feels knowing there are these many people that love it enough to try and be the first ones to read the next chapter <3
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1uckygold · 1 year
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Can I be added to Changing One's Tune taglist of it's open? I missed the last two updates since my phone isn't working properly and I can't see tumblr's notification. Also you should definitely make it a book!! The story is soo good with the perfect amount of angst and fluff. This is one of my fave fic and I'm really excited about the future chapters ♄♄
Hello love,
The tag list is no longer taking requests but since I actually had to remove an account that doesn't exist anymore off the Changing One's Tune tag list, I'll make an exception and tag you in the next coming chapter! <3
And thank you! I appreciate the support and love... Hopefully I can make it into a proper book.
Recently I've been rewriting the chapters to make it more of a proper book-style. It's been interesting to say the least!
(If I do make a book out of it... I'm wondering if I should try and go down the traditional publishing route or self-publishing.)
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Changing One's Tune (15)
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.6K
~Tag List: @tanumiki @yummiethedragoon2 @llcalumllhoodll @darkmangoo @kurochan3 @wooya1224 @lilacdreams-00 @fangirl125reader @halesandy @aviwasabi21 @mrcleanheichou @loveyoongles @queenthorin1 @rosquilleta @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6 @sockie-the-dumbass @jipwark02 @malewife-supremacy @tinyoonsblog @becomingbts @lenafarn @ultralillylove @deathkat657 @janeelizabeth1216 @sumzysworld @beach-bitch-bitch-beach @agustdjoon @ironrosestylist @d-noona @matchat3a @zae007live @friendlywraith @bangtannie7 @bangtanswrld @marieebarbzz8 @quokkahideout @that-author @honeybxes @kim-jias-den @loner0907 @artgukk @jaiuneamesolitaiire @readers-posts @chieftoadturkeynickel @matchat3a @almosttoopizza @pb-n-jujuu @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @btsiguess-kpop @kisskissshutmydoor @adeptiixiao @avadakabra93 @khjcoo @kimahjung98 @murkydoesnotloveyou @bbl32 @fluffy-canada-pancakes @schokoshaker @theonethatlikeskpop @yoursoontobestepmom @purplewinterluv @rosiepetalss
Part: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 16 / More Chapters Soon...
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That damn thing was there to torture you, wasn’t it?
Wild eyes narrowed, tail swishing as your ears twitched from the ticking sound
 The big numbers staring right into your very soul—Ugh! Can time move any slower?!
Whining, you slumped further onto the carpet ground—You spent nearly all of December with the boy’s family, having come back into the city just last night. Although it was quite nerve wrecking, you managed to let your guard down more. It felt like a big weight has been lifted and for the first time, you’ve felt
 Free.
And that’s exactly why you couldn’t stop thinking about your Christmas gift—Today being the day you’ll finally receive it.
The only problem? It was still too early, and the appointment wasn’t until another hour as you glared at Yoongi’s new wall-clock, watching the third handle tick by. A snicker fallin’ from your delicate lips seeing the clock was in the shape of a familiar record design, exactly the one Hoseok gifted him. During that time, while he smiled, you knew Yoongi was secretly too excited about hanging it up—Your guess was correct, considering that was the first thing he did when coming home.
Normally, right now, you’d be sleeping next to the man in question while transformed
 Dozing off in a ball of fur as your tail smacked his face—But how could you sleep in a time like this? Knowing this was the exact day you’ll get adopted, officially! The thought had you squealing in delight, rolling on the ground with your favorite blanket. Feline eyes darting out the window to see the first morning sunrise, snowflakes lightly flyin’ in the wind.
Winter was still ongoing, but not as strong
 Remembering two days ago Taehyung skipping in excitement among the snow when seeing a few purple crocus sprouting, the tiger hybrid telling of a tale how it was a sign of good-luck. The flower ‘celebrating the coming forth of springtime’ and how it represented ‘new beginnings’. You didn’t even have the heart to prevent him from plucking the flowers as he made a small crocus crown for the both of you.
Sighing, your attention flew back to the clock—What the hell? You jumped in pure shock seeing how it was well past an hour. A tightness building up in your throat, fearing that maybe it was too late to make it for the appointment. What if it was

No.
Nothing was going to stop yourself from getting adopted today by Yoongi—There are some people that complain about adoption for hybrids, you hear them whispering among themselves whenever going out with Yoongi as they point at your proudly-displayed collar. But they don’t understand
 In this world, you can’t just be a stray-hybrid.
You’d need an owner... Friend, to live the freedom a hybrid can live without the fear of being sheltered or worse.
Shaking your head, a smile broke out when yelping as you slipped in the hallway before getting right back up and bursting into Yoongi’s room—It was dark and although harder to see without your night vision, it was nearly impossible to miss the big lump on the bed that snored softly.
So, you pounced.
“Yoongi
 Yoongi, wake up!” You shouted, nudging the man as a groan escaped from underneath the covers as you continuously jumped on Yoongi. Frowning at the nonexistent movement, you tried pullin’ the blankets away only for a squeal to leave your lips. A rough shake practically pushing you off the bed with a huff—Alright
 That’s it!
Peeking up from the other side as you sat on the floor, anyone would’ve expected the bed to catch fire at the harsh glare you were giving when needing to climb back up. “Yoongi,” You hissed, pulling at the blanket once more as Yoongi’s face showed, his facial expression scrunching at the lost of warmth. Calculating, you smirked almost evilly when soft jet-black hair had gracefully fallen upon his forehead.
Tail flickering in mischief, you grabbed a handful and yanked
 Yoongi cussing and hissing in a faint whisper, eyes immediately snapping open with an icy-glare before softening to see you and not one of the guys he believed—Then again, if he saw Jungkook, Yoongi doesn’t think he’d even be able to say no
 Kick him, yes, but not no.
“And what do you think your doing kitten?” Yoongi grumbled, voice coming off in a low and hoarse tone, a shiver running down your spine and tail standing puffy/tall in alarm at the affect that was going through you. Ears perking with a slight twitch feeling a lazy, but innocent gesture of his hand resting on your leg—Your eyes widen, this was new, weird, and
 something else.
“A-Adoption
 Adoption day,” You muttered, feeling the sudden confidence lessen as your face felt extremely hot
 Tail instinctively reaching over to hide your bashful expression. The sight had Yoongi confused for a split second, only to scramble up in a sitting position when realizing what was said.
“Oh shit! What time is it—”
“Yah Yoongi, we just let ourselves in. Are you almost ready to—” A new presence broke into the room, attention turning to see Seokjin standing at the entrance of the bedroom door
 Water spilling from his mouth like a waterfall—From his perspective, it might’ve appeared like Yoongi, and you were in a compromising potion from how his hand was lazily draped on your leg and unconsciously slidin’ to your thigh during the movement. The fluffy covers being the one to cover the true aspect of the position you both were closed-in.
It sure didn’t help the fact that your face was red as a freshly-bloomed rose, or how Yoongi’s hair was a bed-mess.
“Sorry!!”
Embarrassment filled within, gaping in pure horror while Yoongi was still half-asleep to fully comprehend what was going on that had Seokjin slamming the bedroom door. Although an idea slowly started forming once argument was heard outside, the doorknob rattling as if they were fighting to open it or not.
“I just want to see Y/N—” Jungkook whined, the other hybrid boys whimpering in response
 The bunny hybrid, surprisingly, being stronger than all seven of them combined as he practically burst through the room. Each hybrid tripping over one another as they fell to the ground, Namjoon hesitantly peeking inside as well only to instantly turn to leave with a nope seeing your position. “Ugh, Y/N are you—Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!!”
“Listen, it’s not what you perverts think!” Yoongi shouted, lightbulb finally going off on what everyone seemed embarrassed about. Jimin snickering, a sly smirk gracing his handsome features while Taehyung looked in clueless confusion
 Hoseok didn’t waste time to run out with apologies fallin’ like a marathon. Though Jungkook stared with mixed emotions from confusion, embarrassment, to apologetic and finally devious.
“Hyung! How dare you take advantage of our Y/N like this? Shame on you,” Jungkook spat, grinning when Jimin burst out laughin’ as the fox slapped his back in a fit. The bunny hybrid tutting, jumping to his feet and rushing to lift you off the bed, dashing out as he went to tell the others. Yoongi complaining to himself how wrong they were, huffing as he slumped against his dashboard.
“You know Yoongi, if you wanted to play,” Jimin teased, showing off his canines
 Crawling on the bed in a sinful manner as he tilted Yoongi’s head up by the chin with an evil glint. Red-fox tail swaying around them in a captivating way for a predator about to attack their prey. “We’ve always have operation
 I’ll be the doctor.”
“Shut up,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, shoving Jimin off the bed as the fox landed with a thump. Jimin’s laugh echoing throughout the silent room causing Taehyung to giggle at his contagious personality, despite not knowing what was going on still. “Get out so I can get dressed.”
“Don’t get shy now. We’ve all seen you—”
“Jimin, I swear to fuckin’ god!!”
A transformed tiger and fox practically threw themselves out the room, barreling into each other as objects flew out in the hall—Yips, yelps, growls, and howls being heard all around as the ones in the living flinched knowing Yoongi got to them.
~
You were actually here; You couldn’t believe it
 Eyes widening in delight seeing the hybrid shelter sign. Namjoon and Yoongi chuckled at your excitement, fixing your jacket and bucket hat to make the other hybrids inside more comfortable—Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok bundled up already, gaining the stamp of approval from Seokjin that the four were good to head inside.
“Alright, alright. I’m good!” You insisted, smiling and jumping out of their grasp in a sprint, catching up with the rest of the boys—However, it turned out to be a huge mistake going forward.
Staggering back, you winced, letting out a caterwaul from all the different exotic scents that hit your nose in full force. A hand slapping over your face
 God, it felt like you wanted to vomit at the intensity. Pathetic whimpers escaped, tears forming as everything became a blurry mess—How did all the pack of hybrids handle this here?!
A gentle hand touched your lower back, the action making you flinch and tense.
“Shh
 It’s okay,” Yoongi—His voice immediately cutting through the fog, an arm draping over your shoulder that brought you closer. The music producer not caring about the tickle against his chin that your ears were doing, waiting patiently for you to calm down before making sudden movements. Your nose twitching, inhaling Yoongi’s familiar cologne and vanilla scent. “What happened? You were just excited two seconds ago kitten.”
“Shut up,” You muttered, a shaky laugh bubbling out at the teasing tone—Yoongi had known exactly what happened
 He’s experienced it multiple times with Jungkook. But rather than discussing it, Yoongi did what was a normal occurrence to show he cared and formed the situation into a joking manner. Wishing to ease your discomfort, he took off his black mask and adjusted it on yourself.
The filtered-cloth didn’t get rid of the smells completely but dimmed it enough were it was tolerable, helping your overwhelmed state. Namjoon—with such a gentleness—instructing for you to take a couple of deep breaths.
Wild green eyes, that were glowin’ slightly, snapped open to see Jungkook in a similar situation. The tall-bunny practically buried in Hoseok’s hair, cotton tail rustling among his oversized t-shit with the sound of feet thumping against the floor—Hoseok’s scent being the only one strong enough to keep Jungkook sane
 Everyone else, except you, had a too strong of cologne, pheromones, or just had a flowery scent that he hated.
Yoongi led you toward the front desk, where no one was in sight, and rang the bell. Your tail flickering in an anxious manner as a woman (Finally) came out from the back with a clipboard.
“Good morning! How can I help you?” She smiled, nearly stunned to see about eight of you waiting in the lobby—Her eyes widening at Jungkook’s trembling form
 Instinctively rummaging through the drawers and handing Seokjin a brand-new facial mask for the bunny. Something that was always kept handy in case hybrids were sensitive to smells.
The sight had you awing—You could practically feel a “mother’s caring nature” vibe from this woman.
“We’re here to see Sujin
 We have a meeting with him,” Yoongi explained, the lady humming in understanding, not minding the near cold exterior he was unconsciously giving. Her fingers going straight to work, the computer granting access to the much-needed information.
“Ah yes, here we are! For Mr. and Mrs. Min
” She trailed; snickers being heard in the background that caused Yoongi to turn with a glare—The guys straightened as they tried to act casual, shaking shoulders giving them away, along with their mischievous smiles twitchin’ to break out. “Sujin will be with you all soon! He’s currently finishing up with a couple that came in earlier
 Lovely people, so sad what happened to them.”
Frowning, everyone cocked their heads to the side at the extra comment—Curiosity filling them on what had happened. Although before the guys could question it, a door opened, your ears perking underneath the hat
 You recognized that scent, yes, he was at the hospital!
“Ah. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin! It’s good to see you three again, along with your hybrids,” Sujin greeted, smiling warmly with a shake of their hands. Although, you’ve noticed the man taking one glance at you in suspicion before gesturing everyone to follow—Yet one step in his office had you wincing, Yoongi staring at you in concern before hesitantly giving Sujin his attention.
There was a certain smell in the air
 Something that had you wanting to hide, but it was mixed with other scents that you couldn’t recognize it—Maybe you were just overthinking, after all, there are a ton of predator hybrids here.
A windshield laugh had you snapping back to reality, finding Seokjin red in the face from whatever Sujin said. They were making small talk
 The sight had you scrunching up your nose—Either a dumb or brilliant idea came to mind, gently tugging for Yoongi’s attention as you excused yourself for the “bathroom”.
Taking a deep breath, you quietly got up as the guys continued and left through a door that wasn’t entered before. Eyes widening seeing the long hallway that had multiple doors, but with a wider one at the end.
Something inside wanted you to explore, but another was whispering how this wasn’t a good idea and to go sit back in the safety length of the guys—You can guess what side won, your feline instincts forcing you to walk toward the door
 It helped that the closer you got, the more hybrid scents seem to fade.
You don’t know what you expected, but it sure wasn’t to find hybrids on either side of glass panels—Hamsters, bunnies, sugar gliders, and so on
 All going about in a playful manner, some hanging out inside or running back and forth through the open doors that lead outside.
Despite them in the Rodentia and Leporids family, you stiffened when all their attention was directed at you with calculating eyes—They knew what kind of hybrid you were, but something about how tense you were didn’t seem to scare them. Most felines walked like the world was their kingdom, but you appeared as if you’ve barely belonged on the runway. It was an odd sight for them to say the least.
Coughing, you straightened up and headed to the next room—The Felidae family

“Well aren’t you cute,” A voice broke the silent walk, grabbing your attention to see a cougar hybrid. A grin upon her face and tail swishing in nothing but mischief
 She was older than you and came off like a big sister than anything. “Are you lost?”
“No. I’m waiting for my
” You hesitantly trailed, flickin’ your collar as the hybrid seemed to understand with a nod. Not at all resentful that you had someone to leave with. In fact, the feline seemed to relax in almost a relief that you weren’t wandering around by yourself—That’s where it started, not being long until the cougar had you laughing, giving stories on the multiple pranks she pulled until Yoongi came for you.
“Darlin’ look! A lost little kitty-cat.”
Your whole body turned to stone, eyes widening as you stopped breathing for a moment. The cougar hybrid sensed your distress and change of mood
 Eyes narrowing and growlin’ behind you—No
 Please no
 Please.

” I’m sorry if you don’t mind us asking. That lady earlier had mentioned you were with a couple earlier—What happened to them?” Namjoon questioned, calming the boys down as Sujin eyes sadden. The shelter owner giving a tight smile as he looked anywhere but at them.
“Oh them
 It hurts thinking about it, but about a year ago, this lovely couple actually lost their hybrid—Apparently there was an incident in their neighborhood and hybrid poachers broke into their home. The couple fought tooth and nail to protect their little one but
 God, it’s awful evening thinking about it. The two barely were able to step in here, unsure if they were even ready to reminisce and care for another hybrid,” Sujin muttered, shaking his head to rid of the horrid images that currently ran through his mind. The story had Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin shaking, while the other three guys stared with a solemn expression. “
I pray that Y/N is at least resting in peace.”
Yoongi’s head snapped up, jumping out of his chair as it fell to the ground from the sheer force—Sujin’s eyes widening seeing an odd look upon his face
 On everyone’s faces.
“What was their hybrid’s name again?”
Everything felt like slow motion for you, scrambling and slipping across the hallway floor as hybrids noticed your fearful state—Their calls as they all banged on the glass panel were mute to your ears, the pounding of your heart being the only music that was actually heard.
You’ve barged into the last door, coming face-to-face with multiple canines that jumped to their feet at your sudden entrance. Their curious eyes watching you twist around, shrugging off as much layers you could to free your tail and ears. It felt like you couldn’t breathe!
“Here kitty-kitty~ We’ve been so worried about you
”

” Hurry the hell up!!” Yoongi shouted; fist clenched in pure white as Sujin frantically pulled up a file on his computer as the four hybrids glared at him with a predatory glint.
“I can’t control the speed of the internet!!” Sujin snapped, slamming the monitor in stupid hopes that it would speed up the loading process as it tried retrieving the information that was filled out for the last client as they did a background search. Eyes darting away from the computer screen in sheer worry hearing faint barking, roars, and growls in the background—Every hybrid starting a sudden ruckus.
“That’s it! I’m heading—”
“There!! It’s done—It says that Mr. and Mrs. Hyun owned a feline hybrid (black) that went missing around a year ago on a rainy day. Her name was
”
“Y/N! How we missed you
 Now, why don’t you be a good little thing and come home—Oh? What’s this
?” A sickeningly chuckle rang throughout the room, your back against the glass as you sat on the ground in pure terror. Wild eyes staring up at the couple that was a mere inch away (Collar reflecting in the light), banging heard all around as each hybrid tried to break through to defend you. “A collar? You’ve got to be kiddin’.”
“Don’t worry, I know the perfect remedy that will take care of that,” The man sneered, body shaking as you saw the woman open her purse—Your face paled
 She was holding a noose like a leash, hand instinctively reaching for your throat in a protective manner.
Then
 You screamed, a bloody curdling scream that had the hybrid’s eyes turning into slits as they all transformed—Animal instincts running through their veins and throwing their bodies against the barrier between them, glass starting to slowly crack.
You’ve kicked, clawed, and reached for something to sink your teeth in as you fought to at least transform—It’ll help in multiple ways to bend for an escape
 You were, in fact, faster on all fours.
“Nope! We can’t have that now, can we,” A giggle sounded, stepping on your wrist as her heels dug into your skin that had you hissing, already recognizing the signs of what was planned. Your eyes squeezing shut, teeth grinding together in hopes that this was a horrible nightmare.
“Y-You’re not real
 You’re not—”
“Oh
 Sorry to disappoint, but we are very much real,” They both said in sync, your breath hitching as one of their nasty fingers unclipped your collar to throw across the room—The familiar texture of rope touching your skin replacing the empty space. Although before they had the chance to tighten it like you knew they would
 A screech and hiss was heard, their presence disappearing that had you snapping your eyes open.
“Do. Not. Fuckin’. Touch. Her,” Yoongi growled, shoving your old abuser against the wall with a tight grasp upon his shirt—Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung transformed, all three corning the fearful woman as they showed off their sharp canines while Jungkook simply cracked his knuckles.
Sujin ran off to call security while Namjoon and Seokjin rushed to your aid
 Only to back up when you screamed and flinched at their touch as if they just burnt your delicate skin.
Trauma is personal
 It does not just disappear.
It’s forever engraved into the depths of your soul.
But

Yoongi shoved the bastered into the open arms of security, glaring until the two were out of sight until whimpers and screams finally reached his ears. Turning around as Yoongi softened seeing the state you were in, curled up on the floor with the noose still around your neck.
When someone hears the screams.
Entering the pain of torture with a delicate hand

Can the healing begin.
“Kitten
?” Yoongi whispered unsurely, crouching right next to your form as the crying stopped
 Body freezing in place. Your eyes snapped up and through the blurriness you could see the familiar colors of him. The sight had you tearing up once more when Yoongi, with a softness, removed the rope around you—
“Yoongi!! I-I was
” You hiccupped, throwing yourself into his awaiting arms with a soft. Yoongi combing his fingers through your hair, whispering comforting words and humming, placing a gentle kiss among your temples.
And that’s
 That is when you can truly be free from the dark past that haunts you.
“I know
 I know. It’s okay,” Yoongi hushed, rockin’ you back and forth.
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Welcome to the fifteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! It's been a while... So I decided to add a little angst to the mix. The past resurfaces, but sometimes you need to face it to properly heal.
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Hi, I just read your JITB story and really liked it! I was curious on if you'd do a part 2? I'm going to start on your other works!
Hi lovely!
A few others have asked about that story as well, if there will be a part 2 or not—Currently I’ve been focused on work, but I’ve actually considered the idea on making it into a series or maybe a short 2 to 3 part story!
Although winter break will give me more time and effort to go further with the idea and create something bigger out of it.
So to answer your question, it’s a great POSSIBILITY, just keep a look out okay? 😊
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Changing One's Tune (14)
Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?
~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader
~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au
~Word Count: 3.5K
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“Yoongi, honey
 You need to stop pacing. Y/N is going to be fine,” Mrs. Jung mumbled, concerned eyes watching their second oldest of children walk back and forth in a fidgeting state. Not being able to hold the small whimper from escaping, hand instantly clamping her mouth close.
While others believe dogs to have the “easiest” life, it wasn’t always fun being able to sense the mood inside a tensed atmosphere—Honestly, sometimes
 When it gets bad, dog hybrids nearly feel like cryin’ or throwing up from how everyone’s feelings reflect upon them.
It sure didn’t help the mood when the four boys still haven’t transformed back, practically kneeling beside the door where you, Dr. Kim, and Seokjin were inside. The mini group being much too quiet for their parent’s comfort, usually there chaotic together.
“I’ve never seen him this
 disoriented? While I never supported his career path, I was still proud in our son that he was so calm and collected when heading off into the big city—Almost like Yoongi was seeing a for sure path, even if the road wasn’t painted yet,” Mr. Min whispered, leaning toward his wife who nodded in agreement. Yoongi constantly needing to touch or scratch behind his neck and ear, a trait that was developed when shy or anxious.
Meanwhile, you were not doing so hot either
 Wild eyes swiftly looking around the little office, still transformed and practically hunched over the desk with your tail tucked between. Every little movement Seokjin or Dr. Kim made put you on edge, the two that were in the hybrid medical field rushing around to pull out needed supplies before getting started.
“Y/N, was it? Darling, I’m going to need you to transform back into your human-self so we can get a good look and bandage that wound properly
 Would that be alright?” Dr. Kim questioned, softly smiling when turning as his eyes held a certain gentleness. He had such a fatherly tone that for some reason you’re body relaxed immensely, the calming aura calling out to you—Yet, it sure didn’t help your cheeks from how handsome Dr. Kim was
 Now you know exactly where Seokjin got his looks from.
Glancing to Seokjin for double reassurance, you jumped toward the floor to transform back
 Hisses escaping from how much it started hurting. Almost biting your tongue as tears threatened to spill, it sure didn’t help that the injury was in an area that twists and stretches in order to get back into your human form.
Your breathing was coming out in pants, sweat glistening down your temple from how painful that experience was—You felt pathetic
 You’ve taken worser hits, and although you’ve transformed only twice injured, it still made you feel weak.
Seokjin and his father glanced at one another in worry, your figure stumbling up to sit back onto the desk. Blood was smeared along your neck, trailing underneath the damped t-shirt
 In fact, there were minor cuts and bruises as well in different spots.
Feline eyes glowed a feral green, preparing to transform back at any given moment if something goes haywire. Stiffening to see Dr. Kim’s focused expression when pulling out a pair of shears, snipping the shoulder sleeve for better access. “Jin, fetch a few towels and warm water. Also, tell Yoongs we need a new shirt and to grab one from their suitcase—I’m sorry Y/N, but it looks like your going to need some minor sutures.”
Stitches

The thought had you paling, Dr. Kim eyeing the slightly deep wound that was caused by a pair of talons. Honestly the consent transformations might have been too much for the injury to handle, applying a decent amount of pressure as it kept bleeding through multiple gauze.
“Wait but shouldn’t I—” Your ears perked, back straightening when hearing Yoongi’s voice echo near the door as Seokjin pushed against someone while tryin’ to balance everything. The eldest using his foot to slam it close, preventing a bunny from even entering—None wasting time to get working, Seokjin being in charge of cleaning the wound, so it didn’t get infected. While Dr. Kim prepared an anesthetic shot and three separate needles that will be used for stitching.
“Bite
 We don’t need your canines piercing that tongue of yours,” Dr. Kim explained, gesturing to open your mouth so he can put a folded-up piece of cloth inside. Instincts already sinking your fangs into the towel, ears pinned back and clenching your tail for comfort.
A hiss escaping when feeling the shot’s pinch, the liquid seeping around three different areas as the numbing started to take affect after 10 to 15 minutes—You’re shoulder blade turning completely numb, feeling only light pressure as Dr. Kim got to work stitching up where the eagle hybrid attacked. Seokjin rubbing a medical cream for your bruises and cleaning up minor cuts/scratches.
“There we go
 For now, we’ll keep changing the dressing and within a week or less the sutures should fall/dissolve as the wound heals—It’s a good thing hybrids can heal faster, but don’t get it wet for at least 48 hours.”
You slowly nodded, hesitant to move
 You’ve never had stitches before, the fear of tearing the wound once more from a single movement filled yourself, body appearing stiff and tense. The sight had Seokjin snickering, tryin’ to explain how you could walk properly, head immediately shaking vigorously from not believing that.
Cleared, the two left while you went to change out of the old shirt and into the new one without irritating your injury, carefully putting the arm with the sutures inside first—Yoongi brightened up seeing you walk out the room as your tail swiftly waged seeing him after that doctor experience.
“Are you okay
” Yoongi asked, words completely faint to the ones that didn’t have super hearing, a tiny smile breaking out as you nodded in reassurance. The moms practically cooing on the inside seeing you, this was the first time the parents saw you in a human form—All of them thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.
“We were all so worried, do you need anything? I can get you something to drink
 Oh! I know what to get you, how about a heating blanket??” Mrs. Jung asked, rambling as her momma/dog instincts threatened to take over, wanting to please for your comfort. The sight had you chuckling, she was so much like Hoseok

Speaking of which
 The four hybrids were back to their human-self, inching to pull you in for a hug but knowing it was a bad idea right now. Jimin being the one to mostly have to hold himself back, fidgeting at the season forcing the need to comfort any female that was in distress.
“No
 I just, I want,” You trailed, biting your lip, not knowing how to tell them that all you wanted was to transform and curl up into a ball as Yoongi brushes his fingers through your fur. Deciding not to speak the truth, shifting around
 Dr. Kim’s eyes widening as he saw the position you were taking—It was the little signs that your body was getting ready to form into a cat that caught his attention.
“Wait, no!! Don’t,” He yelled, startling everyone in the room from the sudden shout as you winced at the loudness. Eyes peeking behind Yoongi to see Dr. Kim with a hand outstretched as if that was going to stop you, which in fact, it did as your body froze in place. “I implore you, don’t transform. It’s not recommended to transform until a visible scar is seen or the stitches are gone.”
Yoongi’s nose scrunched up at the new information, processing that key detail. Especially the scarring part
 Sure the wound was bleeding, but he honestly didn’t believe the injury was to be that bad—Although you merely shrugged off Dr. Kim’s warning, thinking you knew what was better for your body. “I can handle it. I’ll heal much faster in my cat form.”
“Woah, hey
 Stop,” Yoongi frowned at your sudden dismissal and stubbornness, reaching for your hand in a soft manner to pause your actions. However there was something building, the feline inside wanting to do whatever it wanted that it clouded your judgement. Snatching your hand back, only for Yoongi to stop you once more. “Hey! I said stop, you’re not supposed to be doing that!”
“I-I can transform into my cat form just fine
 It’s a recommendation not to try, right? Not something you officially have to follow,” You mumbled, meaning for yourself to come out fierce and determined, wincing as it mostly came out as a mere child asking for a cookie.
“Yes, yes you do—You have to follow it! It’s logical thinking to listen when advice is being given by a doctor that knows what they’re doing.”
“I want to be in my cat form though, I’m more comfortable there and I’ll heal quicker,” You explained, not wanting to look up and see Yoongi’s facial expression growing irritated. This was the first time he ever looked at you like that, feet shifting in an anxious way as Yoongi wanted to tear his hair out from how you were acting—How could you not care enough to follow clear instructions!
“No.”
“But I promise
”
“No.”
“What about if I—”
“For fuck sakes, Y/N!! I said no!! You’re not doing it—In fact, I
 I
 Hell, as long as you wear that collar around your throat, you listen to me. I forbid you from transforming until this trip is over and we’re back home!!” Yoongi shouted, breathing coming out rough and in huffs, vocal cords getting the brute of the force from how loud he screamed. Although Yoongi just wanted you to be safe and unharmed, even if what he said was in the wrong.
Gasps heard all around, but Yoongi never once broke eye contact with you.
That was an order
 An order that wasn’t given among equals, rather sounding more like a master commanding their servant—You couldn’t help but stagger back in pure shock and hurt; eyes wide and ears slowly lowering until flattened/pinned back. Yoongi seemingly to snap out of his outburst, deflating on realizing just now what he unconsciously said in the moment.
But it was too late to be taking it back, an emotion bubbling inside you
 You’ve never felt this before with Yoongi: Pure rage.
Usually, you’d never stand up to a human, in fact, you were still shy about asking for things from the seven but ever since that hybrid fight
 Something had snapped, breaking like a dam—You’re body trembled, fist shaking and pupils turning into slits. Confidence was building up once more, the wild-feline side hissing

And you thrived on it.
It was exhilarating to feel invincible, even if that confidence WAS clawing out because of anger. Maybe
 Maybe its time to channel that in your everyday life—Namjoon was about to step in to break up the tension, but Jimin pulled him back
 Shaking his head with wide eyes.
This needed to happen
 For your sake, or else in this world, you’d be chewed up and swallowed.
You stepped forward in a posture fitting for someone your species, glaring into Yoongi’s eyes and piercing his soul with a growl, sharp canines showing. Felines weren’t supposed to be afraid; their attitude was something of bravery and higher
 You knew deep down that Yoongi wouldn’t hurt you, nor would he let anyone lay a finger on you. Which is why, in this moment, you weren’t fearful of a punishment that would never come. A chuckle that sounded darker than anything echoed throughout the room.
“Is that what you think? That a collar symbolizes obedience? 
I may be new to this whole ordeal still, but the boys did teach me a few things, and so did that sweet otter family next door back home, so don’t come at me with that bullshit—You saved my life, yes, and I do live under the same roof as yours
 BUT,” You sneered, “I do not owe you anything, and if I recall, you won’t force me to do anything that I’m not comfortable with, so you’re “forbidden rule” means nothing to me.”
Yoongi, he was always teaching you of the outside world, how to act and say what’s on your mind. Now
 It’s time to teach him something.
“There was a time during this year where I stayed out of pure obligation
 I still believed that hybrids were below even an ant, it’s not something that’s so easily forgotten because of the way its being instilled inside you,” You mumbled, eyes breaking from Yoongi for a split second as tears threatened to fall when remembering those dark times, unconsciously rubbing your ribcage and cat ears. “In my eyes, the world was like stepping into a territory full of hungry wolves
 Now? I’m more informed on how the world really works, leaving was always an option on the table but I made a choice to stay because I felt something
 Having experienced more emotions staying than just sticking to only one.”
You’re eyes glazed over before scoffing, not once looking anyone in the eye as you walked further into the mansion-like house. Remembering the way toward the staircase and although you didn’t know where to go, you just needed to be on higher ground. The height helps when needing to destress, wanting a way up to the roof
 Hesitantly, you stopped down the hall to turn and glance over your shoulder where Yoongi stood, not knowing what else to say but one last thing.
“And in technical terms, you don’t fuckin’ own me—You’re papers are printed with the words that you’ve adopted a regular feline, not a hybrid. So tell me something like that again and I’ll put you on your ass like I did with that eagle.”
Yoongi stared as your figure left the room, mouth agape in awe—You were practically glowing in nothing but confidence, an entirely different person than what you were in the beginning
.
And you’ve never looked more stunning.
However guilt did consume Yoongi from how what he said, although it was the push you needed, it wasn’t something that was right to speak—A whistle cut through the air, eyes darting toward Mr. Min who broke the silence with a look of approval.
“Damn, I like her
 Son, you should bring her over more often.”
~
“Stupid Yoongi
 Stupid cold,” You grumbled, glaring at icy snow that was covering the balcony—You were wandering for almost a half-hour before a guard found your lost-self, directing you to the location that you wanted.
It wasn’t snowing outside but it was freezing, not wearing a jacket and your unusual body-heat could only go so far without fur. In fact, you did try to shift
 But you barely made it an inch into your position before pain acted up on your shoulder—You hated that Yoongi was right.
So instead, you stood outside and looked up at the night sky, fascinated when seeing your breath. Although a creak had your ears perking, you didn’t even have to look to see who it was
 Their scent was unmistakable.
“What do you want
 Come to order me some more?” You asked, this was nothing but a childish stab in the gut, but you couldn’t care less right now. Yoongi sighed, walking further outside to stand beside you, glancing up at the sky as well.
No one said anything, silence in the air and it wasn’t long until you relaxed—It was always comfortable with Yoongi around, despite you still being mad. There was nothing that needed to be said, expect maybe an apology

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, Yoongi glancing at you from the corner of his eye to see your focus still on the stars and moon. He needed to get out his apologizes too but waited patiently for you to speak whatever that was coming to mind. “I know you were just looking out for me; I shouldn’t have been that stubborn.”
“No
 I’m sorry. You have nothing to apologize for. I kind of asked for that lecture, didn’t I?” Yoongi snorted, joking playfully that had you cracking a small smile, a laugh escaping—It was such a playful and calming mood, as if you two weren’t fighting to begin with.
Biting your lip, you glanced away from the sky to slowly take a peek at Yoongi, the slight movement catching his attention as he made eye contact. Head immediately turning toward elsewhere with a shy gaze, Yoongi frowning seeing you shake from the cold before hesitantly bringing you into his arms.
You’re eyes widen in shock before melting into the warmth and smell, burying your face into his chest as Yoongi let out a shaky breath, he didn’t even know that was being held in. Your tail unconsciously wrapping around his leg as if letting go would mean this moment will disappear.
That feeling was back
 That same fuzzy feeling whenever your near Yoongi in moments like this—You’re heart was racing, and palms felt almost clammy. Yoongi’s form definitely was much taller, you’ve felt tiny and safe in his arms as you needed to crane your neck to see his face properly. The Christmas lights amongst the night sky had him glowing, and it wasn’t any better for Yoongi.
The music lover freezing in place seeing stars reflect in your wide eyes, the lights giving your face a nice glow as it had your collar glimmering in the moonlight—Yoongi couldn’t help but unconsciously glace at your rosy lips, seeing them slightly part
 You didn’t know when, but it felt like both your faces were closing in, noses nearly inches from each other.
Although a sudden squeak left your lips, instantly pullin’ away when a decent amount of snow fell against, you’re neck as some landed in Yoongi’s hair. Eyes glancing up toward the roof, narrowing when seeing something appear as if it moved from sight—You could’ve sworn seeing colorful tails swaying past the railings.
“W-We should go,” You said, refusing to look at Yoongi before heading inside where the heat welcomed and kissed your freezing skin.
“Yeah
” Yoongi faintly muttered underneath his breath, not knowing exactly what just happened
 Quietly following behind, the two heading off to the room that they were staying in for a nights rest. “I’ll let you take the bed; I can sleep on the floor tonight since you can’t transform.”

That was about two weeks ago since that moment transpired, Christmas morning starting as the sunrise took place.
Ever since then, the guys saw you becoming livelier
 Although you were still shy, confidence started to grow within—Your eyes sparkling at the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, it was always the little things you’ve loved in this world. Everyone was laughing, enjoying their time together as Christmas wrapping paper was thrown all over the room, no one wanting to clean it up.
A nudge was felt into your shoulder, but it didn’t hurt
 A visible scar having been shown a week ago as you were now able to prance around in your cat form again. Glancing toward the presence that was sitting next to you, eyes narrowing at the mischievous glint in Taehyung’s eyes as the tiger nodded toward an anxious Yoongi approaching.
“Come with me,” He spoke in soft words, reaching a hand out for you to grab as everyone pretended, they weren’t listening into the conversation.
“Yoongi, where are we going?” You questioned, laughing as he pulled you along in the halls until they were back into that same spot as last time—The balcony. “What are we doing here?”
“I just
 I have one last gift for you,” Yoongi said, rubbing the back of his neck when pulling out a small box. Nose scrunching up in confusion as you opened the little gift, eyes widening seeing a musical pendant. Yoongi gently picking up the sterling silver chain as two music notes dangled like earphones, indented with what seemed like crystals.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you,” You whispered, as the music producer calmly hooked it around your neck, making sure the chain doesn’t get tangled up with your collar. You fingered the jewelry with adoration, only to see that wasn’t all in the tiny box
 A ripped-up piece of paper that had a date and time written neatly. “What’s this?”
“Well I’ve been thinking about what you said
 and you’re right. Legally you aren’t mine, so let’s make that official kitten—That’s the day we’re going down to the shelter to officially adopt you,” Yoongi explained, a gummy smile breaking out seeing your stunned face.
“Y-You’re adopting me
 As a hybrid?” You asked, staring at the paper
 Vision suddenly blurring as tears slid down your cheek—A wide smile forming before you jumped into Yoongi’s arms with a laugh. The two feeling something cold nip at their nose, glancing up to see snowflakes beginning to fall.
Not aware of prying ears as everyone stared down from a window, soft smiles upon their faces seeing you both hugging in the snow.
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Welcome to the fourteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! Confidence makes you glow... Remember that lovelies!! Also was that an almost kiss?? Seems like new feelings are starting to rise!
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Keys to the Magic Door (19)
Summary: The Bangtan boys one night encounter a woman that looks exactly like the animation ARMY from "Magic Door" and "Dream ON." What if it's not a coincidence? What if it's actually the female from the animation video? Except she needs their help... she needs to go back into her universe before it falls apart. BTS agree to do anything to help, but what happens if they all start to fall in love with her? What do they do when... when it's time to say goodbye?
~Pairing: 방탄소년닚 (BTS) | ot7 x f! Reader
~Genre: Fluff & Humor, Alternate Universe - Bangtan Universe
~Word Count: 2K
~Tag List: @eridanuswave @laylasbunbunny @avadakadabra93
Part: 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / More Chapters Soon...
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No one moved, fear consuming everyone as your breath hitch from how silent the dark room was, the only light being the sunset breaking through a crack in the curtain—Taehyung being the first to move, rushing to turn on the main lights
 Gaping at the busted up flatscreen.
It sure didn’t help anyone’s nerves that the tv would let out small popping and sizzling noises that had Hoseok jumping, cursing lightly underneath his breath.
Although once smoke filled their sense of smell—becoming visible leaking out the screen—did the guys snap back to reality. Immediately, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to unplug the power cord from the wall, carefully to try and not get electrocuted while Yoongi went to their personal-home circuit breaker. The second oldest only turning off the power to the living room.
As bodies ran around in a calm motion, despite their frantic state inside, banging was heard near the front. Neighbors wanting to check on the boys, the explosion and screaming being hard to miss
 Seokjin going to handle them himself—Everyone was busy doing their own tasks that the unusual packaged laid upon the floor, ignored.
“
What should we do next? Okay, got it—Tomorrow you’ll be able to schedule us in though, right? Yeah, our address is
” Namjoon trailing, continuing to talk on the phone with an electrician and instructing Jungkook how to carefully disconnect the wires/screws from the flatscreen so they could take the tv off the wall.
However everything sounded like mere background music to you, not being able to concentrate on anything else but your ragged breathing. Staring at the piece of paper that laid untouched, practically glowing for you to grab—It came the same way that you did in this world
 Bringing a certain hope in your heart.
Not knowing why or how, but it was calling your name
 Time seemingly to freeze in place, fingers barely grazing the paper material. Biting your lip down in anticipation on what was written or held inside.
What if it was a trick? False hope

The thought had you flinching, stumbling backward until hitting the couch and cradling your hand as if touching it burned like the hottest blue flame or being dipped into an icy bath. You couldn’t handle another heartbreak like what happened earlier in the day.
“Open it Y/N
 It’s going to be okay.”
Your head snapped up in alarm, eyes wide at the familiar voice and staring in the direction where Namjoon stood—Only to see him busy, holding a flashlight as Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung guided the tv to the floor without breaking something further. Your nose scrunching up in confusion seeing Namjoon’s attention was elsewhere.

You could’ve sworn that he said something.
“Read it,” The same voice spoke again, but this time it came from behind you as if someone was whispering along your ear. Heart starting to pound against your ribcage, not bothering to turn around since you knew no one was there because
 that was definitely Namjoon’s voice, and Namjoon was right there in front of your eyes.
Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you hesitantly looked toward the rolled-up paper. Watching in awe to see a bright glow appear as if it was engraving something, dimming to show a familiar symbol with a whale burnt into the ribbon that kept the paper together into a cylinder position.
This time, you didn’t hesitate to grab it
 A warmth spreading throughout your body from head to toe. Yet as the ribbon fell to the ground and unraveled for the message, you flinched when it illuminated a purple glow that blinded yourself to drop the paper. The brightness attracting everyone’s attention, eyes needing to blink constantly to get your bearings together.
“What the hell is that?” Yoongi questioned, cautiously getting closer to the message that was now just a regular piece of paper. A single hand pulling you to your feet, unconsciously pushing you behind for protection—It was Yoongi’s way of showing he cared without physically saying it, even if it was against paper.
“I think it’s a paper,” Taehyung said, not realizing Yoongi glaring at him but even the music lover knew that one of the youngest was being completely serious instead of joking around.
“That explosion
 I remember seeing something purple before it shot out something
”
“Careful, what if its radioactive?”
“Should we call someone?”
“I don’t know—Jungkook, why don’t you get the tongs from the kitchen so we can—”
“It’s a message
” You mumbled, breaking their own little conversation as Seokjin stopped talking to glance over at you with confusion. In fact, everyone had some sort of odd emotion as if what you implied was the most ridiculous theory. But your eyes held nothing but seriousness, never once dropping eye-contact with the package. “From them to me.”
You gently guided Yoongi’s arm down to walk forward, almost as if you were in a trance that couldn’t help themselves. You’re other senses felt dulled out, beside sight and touch, reaching to fully grab the paper. The guys hesitantly leaned over your shoulder, nose scrunching to see the paper completely blank

There were no words, ink, or anything that could be considered a “message”. Although before questioning, they scrambled back when seeing your eyes suddenly glow the same color as before
 In fact, there seemed to be a piece of you glowing where your heart rested.
Jungkook nudged each of them
 Each one looking down to see their hearts glowing too that had them nearly panicking until the purple light pulled out of them like a starry ball—Eight floating up, twisting like a tornado that had a forceful wind blowing through everyone’s hair as light-weighted things flew around until forming a BTS symbol.
No one had time to admire the work, shielding their eyes as it illuminated the entire room before disappeared all the same. The guys slowly peeking to see you falling to your knees with a gasp, dropping the paper as you swiftly looked around with wild eyes and ragged breathing.
“W-What happened?” You felt strange—Not realizing what the guys just saw. The last thing you could remember was grabbing the paper before everything with
 Blank.
“Look,” Jimin said, pointing toward the paper as you turned around to neon lines twisting and folding in different directions.
Soon
 A map was formed with a single destination circled.
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“What do you think it means?” Namjoon questioned, the miniature map spread out on a desk as Sejin observed it with calculating eyes—After the incident took place, the seventh grabbed the paper before getting dressed and drive to the new HYBE building. Calling their manager on the way, and even though it was practically close to midnight, he didn’t hesitate to come.
“From the story you told
 It seems they want you to travel toward this area,” Sejin explained, circling toward the required destination as he noticed it was a map of Seoul. Now he just needed to figure out where in Seoul, but it did seem to be outside the city regions.
“But what’s over there?” Hoseok frowned, staring at the map
 Occasionally glancing at your form that was laying down on one of couches with Jungkook—You were peacefully sleeping, soft breaths escaping from your slightly open mouth
 Having said you felt exhausted for some reason.
“Hm
 Well this seems to be Seoul right here. I think this might be a mountain area.”
“It must be Dobongsan mountain then,” Jimin said, only for Yoongi to shake his head.
“Dobongsan mountain doesn’t have that large of an area. If you noticed, there’s a faint line that cuts off right through the mountain reign like a trail,” Yoongi stated, tracing around the map and following the line
 Everyone leaning down to get a closer look to see he was right—There was a smaller and bigger area, then that must mean

“Bukhansan,” Namjoon said, now that he thinks about it
 He’s been there, whenever being on vacation, having loved to hike and travel around. Even if it is near Seoul. “There’s a national park around that area that allows you to go up to the top.”
“The map wants us to go toward a national park? Out of all the places,” Seokjin scoffed, nose scrunching up at the very thought. Even Yoongi whined, not wanting to spend a whole day climbing a mountain

“Hmm, it must be for a reason though or else it would have picked a different location—You should prepare to go as soon as possible. Although I’d bring guards, one for each because once word somehow gets out that your at the park. You might want to prepare for someone snapping pictures or coming up toward you,” Sejin explained seriously, he didn’t want the boys or you to come back trampled/injured.
While most of the army fandom have been supportive
 there have been a few haters that didn’t like the idea of any girl spending time with the boys. Especially when the word accidentally got out that you “spent the night” with them because none of you thought it through properly when going on live in the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping—Then
 There were the ones that absolutely didn’t care for the band, only liked to stir the boiling pot.
“And work?”
“It’s only one day
 You’ll go there and back—What’s the worst that could happen?”
However, as they continued their discussion
 Jungkook felt movement beside him, turning to face you—The youngest didn’t like how you kept mumbling incoherent words or the fact that you started scrunching up your face and curling into a ball as if a nightmare was happening. Jungkook practically yanking off his hoodie to place upon yourself, seeing teeth starting to chatter as your breathing took a rough turn.

Outside, in the middle of the night, where lights were on, but no one walked through the streets did lightening flash across the sky. The clouds beginning to grow dark, almost purple and black as the wind picked up stream—A sudden storm brewing

And wanting to cover the world entirely.
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Welcome to the nineteenth chapter of Keys to the Magic Door! A map? Why does it want you to head off to Mt. Bukhansan? Also a storm is coming... But why does it feel different than normal ones?
Also, I apologize for the delayed chapter!!
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Jack-IN-The-Box
Summary: High School was a pain, but now it’s time for the next chapter
 College. Except this time, what happens when packing up for the dorms, you come across an old childhood toy? Memories say inside the box held a friend—But what are you worried about, right? It’s in the past, a child’s imagination.
WRONG! Innocent eyes see farther toward the unknown
 But sometimes, the unknown can see you too.
~Pairing: Jung Hoseok (BTS) | Yandere/J-Hope x f! Reader
~Genre: Yandere au, Imaginary/Monster au, Angst & Mystery
~Word Count: 3.7K
**Warnings: Hallucinations and slight blood.**
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“Okay
 This is the last of them,” You grunted, huffing to a complete stop and gently stacking packed boxes that held your things, inside the moving truck—Today was the day, you’d be finally moving out and heading off to college in the big city on your own.
A smile stretched across your face when remembering the exact date you’ve got accepted into the most elite Academy: HYBE University of Music & Arts. It was said for this school to be the best in the world, campuses spreading across Korea, Japan, and even America
 A place known for their different departments and diversities. Somewhere to be proud on doing what you love, without judgement or someone telling you it’s a waste of space and time.
Honestly, it was an artist’s dream and fantasy to study there! Especially when the campus is private and only takes chances on ones who they believe have potential—It didn’t matter if they were in the music, art, dancing, or acting industry.
Walking inside the house, the need filling you to double check once more to make sure the bedroom was completely empty, and nothing was getting left behind. Sighing in content and sadness when seeing nothing but furniture, looking bare as a guest room.
Little sniffles were heard from behind, as if someone was softly crying that had you turning around to see an older women standing near the door with clear tears shining in her eyes. A single hand over her mouth in a sobbing moment while scanning the room that use to belong to one of her two children.
“Eomma
 You promised not to cry,” You whined, eyes narrowing playfully in her general direction. Although there was no use trying, you knew this was a losing battle before it begun
 Your mother waving off the comment with a light glare that didn’t have much edge to it.
“Oh hush, I’m allowed to cry! My baby is leaving me, and in a few years, Jihun will do the same,” She said, wiping her tears in a dramatic way that you couldn’t help the eye roll from escaping—Your little brother
 Jihun L/N. While you’ll be leaving for college, he’ll be starting his sophomore year. The time passed so fast that it was starting to scare you
 Especially when the days go faster the more your older.
“Well, there’s always a possibility Ji will decide never to leave and stay here forever,” You teased, a grin forming at your mom’s scrunched up expression. Sadness immediately fallin’, rather forming into something more horrified at the idea.
“Don’t even joke like that!” She shouted, only for her eyes to soften the longer she gazed upon your delicate features. The women entering further into the bedroom to place a single hand on your cheek with a proud smile, wanting to remember this moment before you leave for the city—Knowing there won’t be a time you visit until Christmas, or longer.
Although the peaceful atmosphere was cut short, your right hand resting on her own
 Eyes instantly zooming in on a visible scar. A scar that could be seen at a certain angle from your inner wrist—The women who raised and gave birth to you, flinched from your proximity as her expression turned cold.
It was like she was in a trance of sorts the longer the stare, deep in her memories.
Honestly, you actually didn’t know how the scar came to be
 Not being able to remember much past your fourteenth birthday, and it’s not like anyone would tell you. Though from your family’s glazed out expression whenever seeing the slightly pink and scared flash, you could tell it was something they must’ve blamed themselves for—The scar, however, didn’t bother you as much as it did for them; being shaped almost like an “H”.
You’d always joke around, saying it represented hope for the future. Yet, your mother would instantly shut seeing the smiles fade and disappear from your parent’s faces whenever mentioned—Now, even your cousins refused to spend time with you
 The only ones that seemed to be left in the dark was Jihun and yourself.
“You’re father
” She trailed, and if the room wasn’t so eerily quiet
 You wouldn’t have been able to hear from how faint the tone was. Your mom seemingly snapping out of it, forcing a bright smile and quickly stepping back outside the bedroom as if it brought a sort of trauma to her now. “You’re father and brother will be following you from behind so they can help unpack boxes when arriving at the campus—Don’t forget your last box sweetie!”
Last box? But you

Glancing around the room with a frown, you froze seeing a box sticking out slightly from underneath the bed. Confusion settling in at the sight—You were sure all the boxes were packed and downstairs in the moving truck. In fact, it wasn’t there before... Was it?
Shaking your head to rid of the paranoid thoughts, you knelt down and tried pulling the box out from its hiding spot. Curses leaving your lips when having a difficult time—It was like the damn thing didn’t want to leave!
“Argh
 You stupid box, stop being so stubborn!!” You growled, yelping seconds later when tumbling backward into the dresser with a groan. Not expecting the box to give little resistance, the force causing it to slide across the floor until coming to a complete stop.
Rubbing your head and glaring in the direction of the cardboard box—You’ve noticed that it was pretty worn out to begin with, surprised filling you that it even managed to hold together in the first place. Although it was the pictures that caught your attention the most.
The box was practically covered in detailed drawings of chalk and crayon, some colorful and others just straight up
 Unnerving.
Especially one that was a sloppy picture of a tiny figure, nothing but black with what appeared to be bunny ears on top of its head. Something about the drawing gave you chills—This definitely wasn’t one of your recently packed boxes.
Biting your lip and standing up, you picked up the box to head downstairs, dropping it on the coffee table before going to fetch a pair of scissors in one of the junk drawers. Immediately cutting the flaps open that was practically covered in duct tape
 You didn’t know what to expect inside, but anticipation and excitement built up anyways. Only for those emotions to flatline when peering inside to see nothing but old junk.
A single hand reaching for a black worn-out bear with bunny ears that appeared to have a skeleton design for a body, an eye was missing and instead having an “X” marking stitch where the other white button should’ve been—Actually it was pretty cute, not scary then you would’ve thought for a toddler.
“Y/N! Get your lazy ass outside, appa is waiting and
 What’s that? Aren’t you a little too old for stuffed animals?” Jihun shouted throughout the house, stopping mid-sentence seeing the bear/bunny still in your hand. Raising a single eyebrow and smirk breaking through, not bothering to conceal his laughter as you rolled your eyes.
“Shut up, this was the only thing left in my room that I found. Looks like old toys
 Funnily enough, I can’t remember playing with any of these,” You said, putting the teddy down, nose scrunched up when reaching to pull out a dry-erase board and throwing it to the side with disinterest—Most of the toys contained dried up markers or clay, but Jihun did take interest in a rubric cube while rummaging through the box.
“Hey, weren’t you like
 I don’t know, obsessed with this growing up?” Jihun said, lifting out and showing a steel tinplate box that was white/black with a bunch of doodles that appeared to look like someone wrote on it with permanent marker.
“Yeah
 I mean, I think so?” You whispered, not realizing how you pulled—yanked—the object out of your brother’s hands. Observing the toy in a trance state, unconsciously shaking it but only hearing slight thumping and gears banging together.
A Jack-In-the-Box
 You couldn’t remember anything from your childhood past, but there was this foggy piece of a memory surfacing. Little flashes of a younger version carrying the toy everywhere: Grandparent’s house, vacation, sleepovers, even something ridiculous as putting it outside the bathroom door for the box to “guard” you.
It didn’t matter where or how weird you appeared; the toy never once left your side
 Until it did.
“If I remember correctly, you were convinced there was a boy living in there. Even gave him a name, I think it was Hopie, Hope? Or maybe it was Jay
” Jihun trailed, shrugging and snickering at the time his older sister acted more childish than he was whenever it concerned her imaginary friend. “Whatever it was, you’d talk to it all the time and would even stuff sandwiches inside. I’m surprised its clean from how much food you shared with the damn toy.”
“Hmm, none of that rings a bell,” You said, lips pursing to try and process this new piece of information. Fingers tracing along the box until finally reaching the handle that has yet to be turned—A single key barely playin’ before a glass shattered across the floor echoed throughout the room. The startling and loud sound causing you to accidently drop the toy with a clank, two jumping in fright.
There, your mother stood, glass surrounding her shoe covered feet
 Facial expression twisted funny, almost fearful? It was such an odd reaction, especially when she refused to say nothing and preferred to stand like a statue. Blank eyes not once taking off the Jack-In-the-Box, almost like your mom was waiting for something to happen as it laid there.
Preparing for an action that was impossible for it to take by itself.
“Eomma
?”
“W-Where
 Where did you get that?” It was faint, but there was more emotion inside than you’ve ever heard. Your mother practically trembling from head to toe.
“Uh, from this box
 It seems to mostly have childhood toys and a few coloring books,” You explained, shaking the box that still held a few things inside. Jihun and you shifting nervously, voice low and calm to not startle her any further. Cautiously watching your mother curse underneath her breath, in fact, you could’ve sworn hearing that she said something about having thrown it away a long time ago?
“Y-You’re not,” She trailed, taking a deep breath in to steady her beating heart, “You’re not keeping it are you?”
“No, I wasn’t planning on it—I was actually considering donating and throwing some of these items away. Though this bear is cute, I might keep this,” You said, humming in thought at the skeleton bunny/bear
 You never could resist stuffed animals, even being an adult. Though a scoff ringing through the air had you glaring, throwing anything your hands could grab toward the culprit
 Grinning in satisfaction when hearing Jihun hiss.
“Alright, then why don’t I take these old things out of your hands
 Don’t wanna keep your father and the movers waiting more than they have, right?”
Frowning, you nodded while Jihun helped throw all the old toys back into the box
 Along with the Jack-In-the-Box. The only thing that wasn’t inside was the stuffed animal that you planned to keep, although something inside was hesitant to hand over the old toys to your mother.
You didn’t know why—There was this pit in your gut, especially when seeing an unusual smile upon your mom’s face.
Something just felt
 off.
Whatever the case was, you glanced one last time at the cardboard box that wasn’t properly closed anymore before finally releasing it as your mother beamed. The older women not wasting time to walk out the back door where a giant dumpster was waiting in the alleyway behind the neighborhood.
~
“What dormitory is yours?” Your father questioned, frowning at the multiple signs pointing in different directions. Although you were too busy aweing the large campus, doing a little happy dance after coming back from the main office with your ID badge, dorm key, and class schedule in your bag—Coming back to reality when hearing fingers snapping.
“Oh! Uh, I believe it’s this way
 Between the PLEDIS and SOOP dormitories—Just look for a sign that says BigHit on it,” You muttered, trying to balance between holding your schedule and the map of the campus, roughly tugging suitcases along.
“Aha! This is it,” You cheered, stumbling toward the door and nearly dropping everything to open it.
Except
 The door wouldn’t budge, no matter how many times you pulled and pushed against it.
You didn’t know how long you’ve been standing there, practically shaking the glass doors until a sudden cough grabbed your attention. Wincing to turn and see a tall figure pulling down his medical mask, the random male gently smiling and showing off his dimples.
A single hand reaching into his hoodie to unhook an ID badge from a keychain-styled necklace, swiping a boxed security system until a click was heard as the lightbulb blinked green. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment when seeing him hold open the door for you and everyone else to get inside before taking off down the halls until out of sight.
“You didn’t mention these dorms were not Co-ed,” Your father commented, breaking the silence with a grumpy tone. Jihun biting his tongue to keep himself together, trying not to full-blown laugh or else the boxes he was carrying would tumble down.
Huffing, you didn’t say a single word and instead choose to rush down the hall where an elevator was located—Your dorm number being on the top floor.
The halls were completely quiet, no one in sight
 Either from it being late in the afternoon or because it was the last weekend before class officially begun. You didn’t know.
“Woah
”
“I don’t remember dorms being this nice.”
Your father and brother whistled when entering the dorm, even the movers seemed impressed at the modern styled dorm. Honestly, it looked more like a mini apartment than a dorm
 A really expensive miniature apartment.
Shock clear on your face when glancing around—HYBE was definitely not playing around.
The first walk inside was through a small and narrow hall
 Further up in the main room, the first thing you’ve noticed was a small kitchen on the right side. Imported with cabinets, a sink, miniature refrigerator/freezer, and a microwave—Although there wasn’t a stove/oven or even a bathroom
 Needing to go somewhere in the dormitory building for that.
But it did have a small living room with two black sofas that were facing toward a flatscreen. Although what amazed you the most was the window view
 Behind the living room, floor-to-ceiling windows showed a generous amount of the campus ground.
Now that you thought about it
 You may have gotten a full-ride scholarship, but that only covered so much—How much was this dorm styled-apartment?! The possible price had you paling considerably.
There was no doubt, you needed a job. Thankfully you also requested a roommate first hand too, however from how empty and quiet it was, they haven’t arrived just yet—Humming, you instructed where to put all the boxes as your family and the movers finally bid their farewells.
The best thing about coming first before your roommate
 You get to pick the best room first! Not wasting time to unpack your things and spread them out in the new bedroom.
By the time you were finished, it was already dark outside, and your stomach was grumbling for food—Sighing, you walked out the bedroom with an empty box only to shriek, tripping over something that had you falling against the floor with a groan.
Hisses escaping, glancing toward your feet only to freeze in fear
 The Jack-In-the-Box toy was sitting there. In fact, it didn’t seem like tripping against the toy fazed it at all, standing upward perfectly and not thrown into a mess—What was this doing here? M-Maybe Jihun snuck it in your boxes to be a jerk
 but that wouldn’t explain why it’s on the floor.
Nervous, you reached the counter and rummaged throughout the bag for your cellphone. Getting ready to lecture your brother, only for the number to immediately go to voicemail.
“O-Okay
 It’s fine. You’re just overthinking this,” You whispered, trying to motivative yourself for positive thinking. Gently picking up the toy, fingers hesitantly touching the handle before turning it as the melody echoed throughout the dorm. The sound creeped into your heart, needing to constantly be looking around
 Swearing to hear breathing every time the handle was turned.
Suddenly the door slammed open just as the Jack-In-the-Box popped, the two actions causing you to let out a blood curling scream and drop the toy.
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” A female voice said, worry and concern etched on her face as you stared at the popped open black/white doll with a mint-green jester hat—You felt foolish
 Letting your brothers stories get to your head. What the hell did you expect?
“N-No
 I’m sorry—You must be my roommate. Names Y/N,” You said, wiping sweaty hands against your hoodie before reaching out to shake her hand with a polite and tight smile. Unconsciously kicking the Jack-In-the-Box aside to hide among the empty cardboard boxes.
“Ji-eun!”
“Well, I’ll let you get started unpacking
 I’m going to go throw these empty boxes away and get food. Do you want anything?” You asked, listening to the order while secretly placing the toy inside the old boxes without closing it properly. Gathering a bunch of boxes and snatching your bag from the counter, waving bye and leaving in a rush to throw the trash away.
“Y/N
”
Your breath hitched hearing an unfamiliar voice call out for you, slowly turning around to see no one in the hall—It was probably nothing
 Yeah, nothing. Inhaling sharply, you resumed the walk toward the elevator. Speeding up once the lights started flicking, it felt like a horror film, but this was reality—Reality you were just overwhelmed about being in the big city, that had to be—
“Noona
 Come out and play with me~”
 This time, you didn’t hesitate to run
 Reality or not.
“You wanna play tag? I’ll be it then~” Screams bounced off the walls feeling a tug on your ankle, tripping you in the process. Refusing to turn around, you scrambled up as the elevator felt like it was growing farther
 The walls starting to twist and turn.
The only thing that was ringing—beside your beating heart and ragged breathing—was the familiar tune of the Jack-In-the-Box. You didn’t know how no one was hearing your pleas for help
 Fear crippling your ability to do anything but run.
However as soon as you got closer toward the elevator, a sudden force gripped your shoulder causing you to cry out
 Feeling nails dig deeper until your whole back felt like it was getting wet as red paint dripped to the floor beneath. While bite marks appeared near your inner wrists with scratches

Only then were you literally thrown into the opening elevator. Vision blurry from the rough impact as you focused on the hallway
 Eyes widening in fear seeing a dark silhouette practically glowing, the figure getting closer as each time the lights flickered—A thumping noise beating around, in fact, you didn’t think the figure was gaining closer steps.
It was more like the entire hallway was shrinking and coming forward.
“W-What do you want?!” You shrieked, a blood curdling cry coming out your mouth
 Tucking yourself into a fetal position with tears streaming down. Feeling a forceful blow of wind, light breathing brushing against your neck as what felt like lips grazed your ear.
“You~”
“
hey
”
“
You
 are?”
“Hey
 Are you okay?”
Eyes snapped open feeling a soft touch shaking you, slowly looking up with a startled expression to see a kind face staring at you in concern—It was then you realized how many people were outside their own dorms with different types of expressions as you laid upon the floor outside the elevator.
Everything was back to normal
 In fact, there was no evidence that what just happened was real.
Throwing your hoodie up to shield yourself from the many judgmental and worried faces, you jumped up and started running back to your dorm with tears. Not bothering with the cardboard boxes that laid there, only grabbing your bag.
Slamming open the dorm, you made sure to double lock it
 Everything was quiet and dark, figuring your roommate must’ve gone to sleep since you didn’t know long you’ve been in the hallway. It all felt too much, practically barricading yourself into the bedroom and crawling into the bed to hide away, maybe forever.
And it wasn’t long before sleep welcomed you

00:00 (Zero O’Clock)

The closet slid open with a creak, the same familiar jingle echoing throughout the bedroom but not being able to reach your ears. As a tall figure stepped out with a dancers grace
 Glowing eyes narrowing at the lump in the bed before a grin broke out—A grin that was more threatening than nice, something you’d fear instead of love.
The male wore nothing but black, his bunny/jester ears bouncing with every step as he silently crept closer. A single bloody hand reaching to pull down the covers until a known scar was visible, reaching into their pocket to pull out a small blade
 Finishing off their work as you hissed in your sleep, blood dripping down your wrist.
Immediately leaning back when done with the completed word—Hoseok.
A sharp smiling breaking out, eyes darkening into a sinister and affectionate way. Hoseok leaning down to lick the extra blood trail, before kissing the wrist lightly.
“Welcome home, my sunshine
 I’ve missed you.”
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Welcome to Jack-IN-The-Box!! I've been playing Yandere Simulator recently and got inspired with Jay. Hope you enjoy the new story... Maybe Part 2??
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