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Behind the Scene

Chapter 1

Taehyung and you fell in love at first sight but he had a dark and dangerous business which he could not let you know. He rounded up his 7 friends to keep his secret from you and told his best friend to protect you at all cost.

“Settle him. Tonight. I want the deal to be confirmed tomorrow. No loose ends. I want this to be clean.” Taehyung breathed into the phone. His voice was sharp and cold, trying hard to suppress any impatience and evil from seeping through his voice.

The person on the other side seemed to have some protest but Taehyung shut him down with a simple and firm, “I want it done. Tonight.” The person didn’t seem to have a choice and after acknowledging Taehyung’s commands, Taehyung hung up, started his engine, grabbed his steering wheel, made a right turn, and parked his car along the road outside a cafe. He got out of his car swiftly, his only objective was to grab a cup of coffee and get back into the car before heading back to the office to start his day. No, in fact his day had never ended, he had been up the entire night. It was 7am and the cafe had just started its operation with few customers around.

There was a small queue of office workers who looked like they were there to grab a cup of coffee to go. Taehyung entered the cafe and looked at the menu above for awhile before joining the queue. He was on his phone typing away while waiting for his turn. When it was his turn, he was still on his phone.

“Good morning sir! Our kitchen is still not ready yet so only the drinks are ready for now. You can still order some of the pastries right here, I have a small oven at the front. We can get them toasted for you. What would you like to have this morning?” The chirpy voice behind the counter has been repeating the same greeting to every customer that came in but her voice carried the same brightness that sounded like the silver bells of christmas.

Taehyung did not look up but he looked up enough to make a brief order of “Americano black” before looking down at his phone again.

“Americano black. Takeaway?”

“Yes takeaway” Taehyung said without looking.

“That would be $4.50!” The voice was nonetheless chirpy.

When Taehyung was finally done with his phone, he swiftly tucked it in his pocket and fished out his wallet from the other. When he finally looked up to make his payment, he made direct eye contact with you and paused to stare for awhile when he saw your face. You were looking at him with sincerity out of politeness even though he was being a rude and arrogant customer. “All customers should be treated equally” was your motto when you started this cafe with your sister.

Taehyung seemed to like what he saw as his attitude changed from nonchalant to one that was very interested. He returned your smiles with even bigger smiles, occasionally trying to act cool flipping through the brochures while waiting for his coffee to be done. He watched you as you served the other customers with the same bright voice and enthusiasm and watching you look so full of life seemed to give him life itself.

Day by day, Taehyung visited you at your cafe, ordering different things from the menu each time and occasionally asking you for recommendations as an excuse to talk to you more. He would usually come in the morning though at different timings. On some days, he would visit during the peak hours. On some days, he would drop by during the slower hours. Sometimes, you would be in the kitchen inventing a new dish for the menu or at the counter, trying out a new brew. On some days, Taehyung would order his coffee and sit by the window watching you work. He liked how you looked when you were busy taking the orders, keying things into the POS system, taking the payment and handing out the change, preparing the drinks, pouring the milk, packaging the takeaways and greeting the customers as they leave. He liked how you looked when you were busy clearing the cups and plates on the tables, when you go back and forth the kitchen and the floor, coming out with a towel, wiping the tables, and returning with fresh flowers and sugar for each tables in preparation for the next customer. Taehyung liked it best when he heard your laughter from where you were talking to your staff, he liked it best when you remembered him and said to him for the first time, “hello! It’s you again!” He liked it best when you occasionally made eye contact and smiled at him when you caught him staring at you. He liked it best when you went up to him to ask if he liked what he was having and if he would like anything else. He wouldn’t reject your offer each time and even if his face showed that he didn’t want another cup of coffee, he would still tell you that you would like another cup. On some days when you were making your own creations, you would carefully approach Taehyung to ask if he would like to sample some. You realised later on that he was not the best person to ask as he would always look impressed with the new drinks, telling you that it tasted good when the truth was that the drink was too sweet or the strawberry did not go well with the latte.

“I should add salt into the tea one day just to see if you would tell me that i can sell this to customers,” you said teasingly when Taehyung praised your new creme brule macchiato.

“I just don’t like being too tough on pretty girls” Taehyung flirted. “Besides, the drink is really good. I would pay for this if it’s up on the menu.”

Taehyung’s smooth voice and pretty eyelashes never failed to get you. When he called you pretty, you couldn’t help but blush and smile at him. Seeing you laugh and smile made Taehyung happy as well. He swore to himself that he would do anything to make sure that you smiled like this everyday.

“Your boss seemed to be in a very pretty mood these days huh babe”, Hoseok chimed at the tall and slim secretary when he walked out of Taehyung’s office. The secretary had a great figure, her scarlet red bodycon dress fitting her just right, accentuating her curves at the correct places without looking too sexy or trashy. Her eyeliner was winged properly and her long wavy hair looked in place even though it was 4pm in the evening.

“Yes he is”, she replied in a soft but firm voice.

“I think…. he might be in love. He is behaving like a young horny man who met his first love”, Hoseok bent over the secretary’s table and whispered to her.

“Probably,” the girl answered. She had a slight look on her face even though she tried to keep it in. Her voice sounded a little more shaky than before.

“Hmm i guess it’s no loss for you. In fact, a happy boss would mean an easier life for you. It’s good for you,” Hoseok winked at her before taking his leave.

The secretary stopped pretending to type at her computer and let out a sigh as she fell back on her chair. She did not quite like the idea of Taehyung being in love, with someone else.

Taehyung and you started dating almost immediately and naturally. Every date was filled with butterflies in the stomach and sweet smiles and laughter. After just three months of dating, Taehyung proposed to you in front of the Sleeping Beauty castle at Tokyo Disneyland. The both of you were sitting in front of the castle waiting for the castle’s lights and fireworks display. The 15 minutes long fireworks show was so mesmerising that you did not notice Taehyung had disappeared. After the show was over, he appeared with a big bouquet of 99 roses, got on his knee and asked for you to marry him with a diamond ring in a red box. You were so happy and touched that you said yes immediately. Even without a romantic proposal, you were so love with Taehyung that you would agree to marry him if he asked. When you said yes, Taehyung looked as though he was the luckiest man in the world. He was smiling from ear to ear and he hugged you so tight that you had to tell him to stop.

When the both of you returned to Korea, Taehyung called for an urgent stakeholders’ meeting.

“I have an important announcement to make,” Taehyung who was sitting at the head of the table declared when the last person entered and took his seat.

“I am getting married.”

There was a pause and a few “huh” and “what” from the members.

“Wait a minute. Are you crazy?” Yoongi spat out from the other side of the table.

“If you have forgotten, we are still trying to tie up some loose ends from the X case. Do you think it is a good time for you get married??” The older guy continued in disbelief.

“Wow okay I didn’t think she would be someone you would fuck”, the youngest of the group said after looking at the screen that Hoseok showed from his laptop.

“Well, why would I want a slut for a wife?” Taehyung retorted with venom in his reply, obviously talking about Jungkook’s wife, who was his third one now, a model that everyone in the room had fucked at least once before, including Taehyung himself.

“Okay, so if Hoseok is able to search her up so easily, I am guessing that it won’t be difficult for the other side to mark her” Jin said in a calm and rational manner as he placed the glass of water down after sipping some from it.

“That is why I am calling for this meeting,” Taehyung replied naturally.

“Okay, so I guess we would just have to keep your marriage in this room and get you a secluded house to keep her there,” Namjoon analysed.

“That’s easy. We’ll just have to do the same as how you’ve kept all your other fuckdolls previously. Get them some house in some island or by the beach, buy them bags, clothes, shoes and servants, get some body guards to track them to make sure they are not on the loose…” Jungkook said in a rather matter of fact manner.

“No. I will be holding my wedding in 3 months.”

Taehyung’s announcement seemed to cause some restlessness as everyone started shifting in their seats and sitting straighter than before.

“Are you crazy??” was Yoongi’s first reaction before he started laughing at how ridiculous Taehyung sounded. Even Taehyung’s best friend Jimin looked uneasy.

“I’m sorry but do you remember how much trouble it was even if the girl was just a quick fuck?” Hoseok said in disbelief. “They turned out to be spies, hostages, dead bags or became revengeful psychomaniacs working for the other side.”

Taehyung had his elbows on the table and his palms closed together as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the praying gesture of his palms. He took a deep breath, “that’s why I need all of you here today.”

“Is she affiliated to any big business? Is she the daughter or god-daughter of someone?” Jin asked questions after questions.

The secretary cleared her throat a little. She was brought into the company by Taehyung’s godfather.

“No.”

“Does she know the danger of this? Does she know… what, we are truly doing?” Jin asked again.

“No. That’s why, I need all of you… She cannot know about this.” Taehyung looked at each of them with sharp and serious eyes as he threw out his biggest demand.

There was silence and the room was filled with heavy sighs and deep exhales.

After the meeting, Jimin followed Taehyung into his office.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know that the X case is not resolved yet. If they know that you are going to have a wife, they will definitely use her -”

“Jimin. I know.” Taehyung interrupted. He looked at his friend with desperate eyes this time, a stare that was pleading with him more than threatening. “Jimin, please. Help me.”

The good natured man could only keep quiet and sigh. “Where is she?”

Taehyung looked at his friend with widened eyes.

“I need to know who is this woman that I will be protecting.”

Taehyung’s face relaxed and his smile showed up, washing away all the intensity he accumulated from the meeting.

“You will definitely like her,” Taehyung said as he threw his arm around Jimin.

Jimin smiled after seeing how much Taehyung has brightened up just by talking about you. “Congratulations buddy,” he said as he elbowed his friend. He was truly curious about what kind of woman you were that could steal his best friend’s heart in such a manner that he could have never expected.

Taehyung took Jimin to your cafe that evening and he could not stop talking about you on the way there. When Taehyung and Jimin entered the doors, you were busy rearranging the cakes at the display counter. You said hi to your lover enthusiastically when he called you and was surprised to see that he has brought a friend. After Taehyung made an introduction, you greeted Jimin with the same brightness and told them to have a seat while you prepared some drinks and small food to eat.

“I really didn’t expect her to be someone like this….” Jimin whispered to his friend on the way to the seat. “She is so…… ordinary.”

“Hey” Taehyung didn’t seemed too pleased with Jimin’s answer and gave his friend a look as he sat down opposite him.

“I’m just saying the truth,” Jimin shrugged.

You came over with a tray full of drinks and snacks for your boyfriend and his friend. After placing each item carefully on the table and explaining to them what each item was, you told them to enjoy and wanted to take your leave.

“Join us,” Taehyung tugged at the back of your apron which startled you before pulling around your waist. How could he be so mischievous with his friend around?

You looked at Jimin and he nodded in agreement, “yes please join us.”

You took a seat next to Taehyung and scrunched up your nose to make a face at him.

You turned back to look at Jimin with a polite smile, “I hope you like the place and the food here.”

Jimin was sipping his coffee and he nodded immediately to give you the approval, “yes, the coffee is good and the cafe is quaint, it’s a nice place. I hope you wouldn’t mind if this becomes my go-to for my coffee fixes, Mrs Kim-to-be.”

You burst out laughing at Jimin’s words and blushed uncontrollably as you turned to look at Taehyung who was sipping his coffee.

“Why? You weren’t so shy when you said yes to becoming my wife in Japan, why are you so shy now?” He said as he placed his cup on the table.

“Stop it!” you hit Taehyung for teasing you and he grabbed the arm that you used to hit him and pulled his face so close to yours that you were looking at him directly eye to eye.

“Hey hey love birds but I’m feeling awkward here please.” You pulled away and lipped “stop it” at Taehyung while Jimin continued, “to be honest, I am here today because Taehyung wants me to help you out with the wedding preparations, and also with the moving in to your new place. Basically, he has asked me to be your slave and mover, so use me master.”

It was Taehyung’s excuse to have Jimin follow you around. Jimin was in fact your 24/7 bodyguard when Taehyung was not around to make sure that you were not marked and followed by the other side, or worst still, kidnapped. It was not an easy task as Jimin had to make sure that it was natural enough for you to believe that he was anything else besides a friend that was helping out with the wedding.

From that day onwards, Jimin was by your side the minute Taehyung was not. He would either be visiting your cafe on the pretense of getting some food or drink, driving you around to pick your furniture, decorations, meetings with the wedding planner, photographers etc, running errands for Taehyung, or if he ran out of excuse to be around you so often, he would be watching you from afar.

Most of his nights were spent watching you outside your cafe. He would watch you clear out the display counter, take out the cakes or pastries that were inside for a few days, and pack them into paper bags for the staff to bring home. He would watch you clean the top of the display counter before switching off the lights then watch you clean the coffee machine while the staff takes the stirrer and mixers to the sink to wash. He would watch you help the other staff at the floor to wipe the tables and blow out the candle that was on each table. He would watch you tuck in the chairs and disappear into the kitchen. When you returned, you would be handing out brown paper bags to each staff, smiling at them widely and greeting them goodbye as they bowed politely and walked out of the door. You would wave goodbye to them again before flipping the sign at the door to “CLOSED” and return back to behind the counter to open the cash register. Jimin would watch you as you take the money and your laptop to the corner seat of the cafe and watch you as you do the accounting of the finances of the day. He would watch the way your brows furrow together when you were typing away on your laptop, and watch you count and re-count your money. “Under the table, you little fool,” he muttered under his breath as he saw you frantically trying to find a coin that you dropped. When he saw how you smiled after you found the missing coin, he couldn’t help but smile as well. He would watch you keep the money in your bag, checked the entire place for one last time, switched off the lights and locked the main door of the cafe. He would watch you as you make your way down the street to the nearest bank and watch you deposit your money. When you took the bus home, he would be driving behind the bus. When you took the train home, he would follow behind and enter the carriage next to yours. When you walked home, he would follow behind and made sure that the lights of your home were lit up before he made his move and called it a day.

When Jimin was watching you under his eyes, he would take the chance to get to know you better as well. Although you seemed harmless and clueless, he wanted to make sure that you were not a spy or an undercover sent by the other side, so he would ask personal questions about your family, your friends and etc. When Jimin knew that you were from Busan as well, something seemed to click within him. But it was when a masked man holding a penknife and almost slashed your back, that Jimin started to worry for you more than he should. After a meeting with the wedding planner, Jimin ran to the 7-11 nearby to get some water while you were waiting for him outside. When he came out of the store, he saw a mysterious man lurking behind you and began shouting at him when he saw the man took out his penknife and aimed for your back. The man ran away and Jimin wanted to chase him but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone after the dangerous incident. Jimin was very defensive, ordering you to get into the car as he looked around fiercely for enemies before heading into the car and locking the doors after he got in. When you wanted to say something, Jimin put his hand up as a signal for you to keep quiet as he dialled for Taehyung and told him what happened. To prevent you from raising suspicion, Jimin claimed that you were almost robbed or pick-pocketed and told Taehyung that he will be sending you straight home. Taehyung said that he would go over to your house straight once he was able to go off and told Jimin to never leave you alone until he get there. After Jimin hung up, he exhaled deeply and turned to look at you. You were concerned but did not dare to say a word. Jimin felt sorry for scaring you with his aggression and he softened his demeanour immediately, asking you in a gentle and soft tone, “hey are you okay?” You nodded and kept quiet throughout the car ride home.

Jimin and you sat on the couch quietly while waiting for Taehyung to arrive. When Taehyung arrived, he rushed to your side and hugged you tightly as he stroked the back of your head. You nuzzled on his neck and inhaled his smell, the familiar smell was comforting and you hugged him back tighter. “It’s okay baby, you are safe”, he kept repeating gently as he kept you in his embrace. After Taehyung tucked you into bed, he went out to the living room to talk to Jimin. The both of them discussed in a hushed manner.

“I think they might have found her. She is no longer safe.”

“I know…”

“Taehyung, we have to keep her safe”, Jimin hissed with eyes full of determination.

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Oh. My. God. Okay

Okay

We should all stop sexualizing everything dangerous from mafias to killers you know. It’s wrong and we shouldn’t but for everyone who lives off daydreaming this shit is so crazy like I kept telling myself “holy fuck this is so wrong, I shouldn’t be reading this” and I kept reading and was like HOMY SHIT THIS WRITER IS A GENIUS LIKE HOW DID YOU COME IP WITH THIS LIKE GEEZ IM SO SHOOK AND SATISFIED BY THIS PUECE IDK WHAT TO DO AND IT SCARES ME SO MUCH

fatal attraction ⎜ 01

Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.

genre: angst, smut, serial killer au

word count: 14k (lmao whoOPS)

pairing: reader x jungkook (feat. taehyung)

warnings/ author’s note: mentions of smut, drug and alcohol abuse, violence, light gore, death. This will be a series with a lot of twists and turns… I’ve been working on this for a while and I’m excited to finally post so I hope you all like it.

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Sex God

Okay so I had a debate whether to post this in one or not but now its here.

Word Count: 6k *Warning: Smut*

You are a beauty student and your task is to give someone a complete makeover. Who better than your geeky friend namjoon.

It was just an assignment. You had done hundreds of them in your time of being a beauty student so why was this one proving to be so difficult. Everyone is your class had their model weeks ago, everyone but you. So here you were flopped face first across your best friend Namjoon’s sofa stressing as the deadline drew closer. “What’s up Y/N?” Namjoon asked as he sat down in the small space that your body wasn’t taking over. “I’m going to fail.” You mumbled into the armrest, Namjoon stroked your hair and encouraged you to sit up. “You won’t fail what are you talking about?” He questioned before you let out a sigh and stood up, “I have to give someone a complete makeover and produce all the coursework in two weeks for my beauty project. All these years of work and I’m going to fail all because I don’t have the balls to ask anyone to be my partner.” You explained as you paced the length of his apartment. You probably would have ran yourself into the ground had your face not been met with a firm chest, “Y/N you’re my best friend but you are an idiot sometimes.” He laughed at you, “Not bringing up my confidence Joonie.” You mumbled hiding your face in his body. “No, I meant I’ll be your model.” He said while still chuckling at your childish behaviour as you jumped back. “Really? You would do that for me?” You asked quizzically, “Of course Y/N whatever it takes for you to pass. Or just to see you smile because I hate seeing you stressed like this.” Straight after he said this you were running around with relief. “Thank fuck. Okay let’s get started because I’m already like two weeks behind.” and with that you were dragging him out of his apartment with you.

First step: concept

“Okay first things first we have to specify what your opposite is.” You said flicking through a folder of different styles you had collected throughout the years, “I wouldn’t want to put you in anything you are uncomfortable with but we basically have to change everything for this project.” You explained letting him have a flick through while you set up the photoshoot. “Um Y/N I know I’m no expert but I swear the photoshoot goes at the end?” Namjoon questioned placing the folder on the table of your workshop, “I need a before and after shoot so get your ass over here and try not to smile.” You say as you fiddle with the settings on your camera and the lighting. “I thought the point of a photo is to smile?” he joked while awkwardly standing on the perfectly placed cross on the floor. You couldn’t help with laugh at how uncomfortable he looked, “Relax it’s for a school project not a mug shot. Here stand like this.” You said as you adjusted his feet and arms so he was stood like how most male models in magazines stand. You guided him through different poses as you tackled different angles for the shoot. About half an hour later you were just gathering the last of the photos, “And done. Well for today at least. Thank you again for all of this Joon, I don’t know where I would be without you.” You said as you packed up your camera, “Probably still face down on my sofa.” He joked and you hit him on the arm.

It was about three hours later when you finished editing the photos and you texted Namjoon.

Y/N: Hey I just finished editing the photos from today’s shoot. Do you wanna see some?

Joonie: Yeah sure.

You sent him through the best ones that you planned to use in your project,

Joonie: Holy Hell these are insane. They look like they could be out of a magazine.

Y/N: Well I should hope so, that was kind of the look I was going for.

You continued to fill him in on your plans for the rest of the project while making sure he was still one hundred percent comfortable with the concept. Once he confirmed he was fine with whatever you had planned you began to mindmap your ideas.

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When they think you ditched them again 😰 •••••

There will be a part 2 since another anon requested something that will go perfect with this one.

••••• 💌 Anon request

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#happyVday

please never change

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Well I mean…. Now we know

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Yoongi has a soft spot for you [part 5]

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Taehyung: What would you do if I die?

Jungkook: I can't even bear the thought of living without you ;-;

Jimin: What would you do if I die?

Yoongi: I could live.

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My exact mood

When you realise school is starting soon and you’ve haven’t done anything

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Tamer: Kim Taehyung X Hogwarts AU

JEON JUNGKOOK

KIM TAEHYUNG |1| |2|

MIN YOONGI

PARK JIMIN

KIM NAMJOON

Tamer: Kim Taehyung X Hogwarts AU

Word count: 10.1 k

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

I honestly love writing Hogwarts AU for the boys…

-Admin Taettybear

“KIM TAEHYUNG!!!”

You winced as you heard Professor McGonagall’s voice echo through the hallways.

You were heading towards your dorm after visiting the mythical creatures kept at your castle for class purpose. You had been given special permission from Dumbledore himself, allowing you to go visit them at any time when you deemed it necessary, being the main caretaker for them.

Although this usually never happened, because you came from one of the wizardly world’s most well-known magical beast taming families, thus, you had been exempted from the strict rules that prevented students from having free rein.

You moved to the side, out of the way as a boy ran by, giggling as he did so. You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail after his running form as he passed by, turning a quick left as the hallway split into two paths.

A few seconds later, Professor McGonagall came speeding down the hallway, boiling with anger. “Miss Y/N, have you seen Kim Taehyung run by here?” She questioned, looking at you with sharp eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly because of the running.

“I did, Professor, he turned right,” the lie easily escaped your lips.

“Thank you, I will see you in class tomorrow morning. I hope you do not have to go out at night to check on the winged horses,” the older women gave you a concerned smile, knowing that you have been on edge for the past few days.

You sighed and shook your head, “I will probably have to. One of them is going to give birth soon, I’ve cast a spell to let me know when she goes into labor.”

The professor nodded in understanding before hurrying off, taking the right turn, opposite to where Taehyung had run. As she disappeared from your sight, you released the breath you were holding. It was rather nerve-wracking, you don’t think you’ve ever lied to a professor’s face like that.

“That was rather nice of you.”

You flinched as you heard a voice from behind you. Whirling around, you faced two boys who looked at you with an amused smile. You recognized one as a third year Gryffindor, who was always seen with Taehyung. The male beside him was Jeon Jungkook, a Slytherin boy who was in most of your classes, excelling in mostly everything, including Quidditch.

Both boys were looking at you in interest, wondering why a Hufflepuff like you would help their friend.

“It’s nothing,” you spoke in a quiet tone as you turned on your heel, “I don’t like seeing anyone get in trouble.” As you walked away, the two boys shared a look of confusion.

“What are you two doing standing in middle of the hallway? Did you find Taehyung before Professor McGonagall?” Jin questioned as he rushed to the scene, running beside Hoseok who was smiling brightly at his friends.

Jin’s eyes narrowed as he noticed a form walking away, turning the corner to the Hufflepuff’s dorm. He immediately knew that it was you just from seeing your back.

“Ah, hyung! That pabo was able to escape because a Hufflepuff lied for him. She was a girl with (H/C) hair that was (H/L). I think she’s a second year but… Um,” Jimin snapped his fingers, remembering a distinct feature of her, “she was wearing a necklace with some kind of claw on it!”

Jin frowned, confirming that Jimin was indeed talking about you. Hoseok, who stood next to him also seemed to figure it out.

“Oh, you’re probably talking about Y/L/N Y/N. She’s around up to my shoulder and has a really cute face, right?” Hoseok gave Jin a sheepish smile as the older boy glared at him, “Sweet girl. She’s even known between the Hufflepuff as one of the kindest,” the male proudly stated, looking pleased that someone like her was part of his house.

“Y/N comes from a line of witches and wizards that works with magical creatures,” Jin added. His eyes narrowed on his three dongsaengs, “Keep your grubby hands off of her, got it?”

“Got it!” Hoseok, who already knew Jin’s relationship with you, chirped, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook and Jimin, on the other hand, looked confused, not understanding why their hyung was being weird and protective over you.

“Secret girlfriend…?” Jimin whispered into Jungkook’s ear, making the said boy shrug his shoulders.

“I don’t know….” Jungkook’s eyebrows were furrowed, thinking about what Jin said. Although his eyes suddenly lit up in recognition, “Ah! I remember her! She’s actually in my class and she’s always allowed to walk out of class regardless of what we’re doing! Snape doesn’t even stop her when she walks out. And Hagrid is alway complimenting her skills with the magical beasts!” The Slytherin exclaimed, finding your whole character a mystery.

~*~

The first time you saw Kim Taehyung was the day you came to Hogwarts. Although you attended a magic school located in Romania before coming to Hogwarts and had all the necessary knowledge, you were feeling unusually nervous.

People around you were greeting each other, many of the freshman your age greeting seniors they haven’t seen since their graduation of general Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was a special place. In total, there were fourteen years. The first seven years, you learned the skill to survive in the wizardly world, starting from age twelve, which was known as general classes. Many people stopped there, starting their lives as adult wizards and witches. For those who wanted to continue, there was a choice of attending another seven years which was quite similar to what muggles called University.

You, on the other hand, unlike many of the students around you, didn’t spend your first seven years at the wizardly word at Hogwarts. You had attended a small school located in Romania before deciding to come to Hogwarts to gain more knowledge and experience as a magical beast tamer. At the same time, you also worked for Dumbledore as a caretaker for the animals on the campus.

As you patiently sat, waiting to get sorted by the hat because you were an entirely new student to the program, you noticed Taehyung causing mischief.

The boy who was a year above you was laughing as he harmlessly pranked those around him as a greeting to the first years who joined his house, the Gryffindors.

You clearly remember one of the Hufflepuff girls warning you about him when you were sorted into their house. You quickly learned his name and what he usually did for fun.

Pranks.

It didn’t matter who you were. Student or Professor, you always had a chance of getting pranked by the energetic male. Most of the Hufflepuff girls immediately told you how to avoid his pranks.

Don’t catch his attention.

And that’s what you planned to do. And you succeeded the first year, going through a peaceful, uneventful year of learning fantastic things.

But your peace came to an end when you ended up helping him in the spur of the moment.

“Hey, you! The second year Hufflepuff! Are you Y/L/N Y/N?” You blinked in alarm as Kim Taehyung came to you the day after you helped him. You were enjoying your dinner with your friends when the boy suddenly appeared in front of you.

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Don't Care if it Hurts:pt.2

(Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut.

Wordcount: 6.1k

A/N: I probably could have split this into two parts but I didn’t want to leave you hanging after the Jimin/Jungkook fight scene. This part was particularly hard to write because I knew where I wanted to be by part 3 but not how to get there. I know it’s not as good as part one but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Song to play during this chapter: House of cards~

Jimin and his new master arrive at the compound inside of the hour. On the front gate (guarded by 3 guards- probably armed) hung a golden sign; Serendipity Gardens. Jimin felt his eyes widen as they pulled through the gate and into a wide circle, a fountain spitting water in the center.

The place was emptier than a graveyard. There where no children playing in the park. Not a person was walking in the gardens and not a soul on any of the balconies of the two upscale apartment complexes or the smaller but no less grand private residences.

The car pulled left and into an underground parking garage. Other sleek cars were parked here. Namjoon didn’t wait for the driver to open his door when they stopped, and Jimin scuttled after him careful not to fall behind.

In the space that should have been parking, rooms had been erected- some with clear dividers and others out of plain brick. A safe was tucked into the wall as people walked this way and that; some carting crates off to storerooms.

Everywhere there were cameras. Every door had a key card and every person was armed in some way. Revolvers where Tucked into waistbands, or in holsters on their sides, and machine guns where slung casually over shoulders as a man cleaned dirt out from under his fingernails with a switchblade.

People nodded or cast his master greetings some even bowing. Jimin cast his gaze to his master scanning him for any budges- it didn’t look like he was armed- but Jimin was beginning to think that his new master wasn’t the kind of man who ever gave secrets away for free.

He stopped for no one- even as they made their way down a set of stairs almost running into a group of people who were attempting to carry a large box up the flight of stares.

“Take the fucking ramp it will be easier you idiots.” Monster growled. The youths almost dropped the box. Yes, boss, they muttered shaking in their boots. they all Scattered the second they both had passed.

The training room on the third floor stank with the smell of sweat and blood just like his old one, Jimin’s sensitive nose stung. Blue mats where tossed on the floor while a makeshift platform with a circle made a ring in the center, while exercise equipment was pushed against a wall.

Around 20 people were clustered around the ring- watching a fight that Jimin could tell would be over in seconds. Most of them turned to bow to his master. Some of their eyes landed on Jimin- and flashed up quickly to his ears, which twitched anxiously whenever he caught someone staring. Hybrids where a common thing- most people had either met one or seen one, but most people had never seen a hybrid that looked like Jimin. Eventually, their gazes returned to the fighting ring and the two battling it out in the center.

The mint haired man hit the floor with a final thud and did not get up. he groaned “Kook it’s a fucking Sunday- can’t you just go easy on me one time.“

His opponent, Kook; a boy that was both buffer and younger than Jimin smirked. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked Yoongi.” Jimin watched curiously as Kook held out a hand to Yoongi- why would he help his opponent up- it was something Jimin had never seen done.

Yoongi snorted, “Whoever said that obviously hadn’t met me Jungkook.” Yoongi slapped his offered hand away.

“I’m just going to sleep here- wake me up if the boss shows up.” his master cleared his throat. Jimin had never seen someone get up fast as Yoongi; who snapped to attention. Namjoon merely leveled him with a slight smirk. “You know the rules Yoongi- everyone trains.”

“You know I’m more deadly at long distances boss.” Namjoon jumped onto the platform, and Jimin followed carefully, he felt the eyes of the assembled gangsters slowly shifting to him- the newcomer, their master’s shadow. Jimin’s black ears twitched, and his tail swished back and forth. he could sense eyes on them- and on the blood that still stained his knuckles. But no one asked his master who he was.

Namjoon jerked his head, and Yoongi made to get off the platform, Jungkook, however, stayed put. Namjoon’s eyes flicker to Jimin and before he could ask- Jimin entered the ring with a sick feeling curling in his stomach.

“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, his eyes flicker to Jimin’s tail and ears.

“Y/n’s new guard dog- but I want to see if he’s a good fit before I give her too him.” Jimin bristled. Was the fight from last night not enough to convince him that he could fight? He was good- and though he could tell by the way Jungkook moved that he knew how to handle himself, Jimin was better. He could tell by just looking at the way he placed his feet. His master’s eyes flickered to Jimin.

“You know what to do.” He said, and Jimin turned.

Jimin had Jungkook pinned in under a minute- though the young man was obviously skilled- he had never gone up against a hybrid before. People usually underestimated his strength, but his speed was Jungkook’s downfall. Jimin could smell Jungkook’s fury underneath his fingers. Jimin raised a fist- intent on knocking him out and ending the fight.

“Stop,” Namjoon commanded, every inch of Jimin’s body froze, and surprisingly Jungkook stopped too. “Stand and face me.” He commanded Jimin did as he asked.

Shock colored every face around the ring as Jimin turned to face his new master, dread filling up his stomach. His master appraised him with a new eye, slightly amused- but mostly pleased. “Do you know why I just had you do that?” Namjoon asks Jimin.

Jimin could feel every pair of eyes on him and while he’d never been uncomfortable with someone’s eyes on him before- this somehow felt more intimate.

“Because you needed to know if I would hurt a human.” As a hybrid- Jimin’s DNA was programmed to be obedient- to be pliant and not harm his human master- or any human master. The instinctual aversion was something that had been trained out of him by his previous masters again and again until it didn’t matter what species his opponent was.

“Smart and strong- what other surprises do you have?” Namjoon says, not looking for an answer. His master turned and left the ring. Jimin scrambled to follow. Behind him, he heard the others rumble- the quiet hum of conversation. “Who’s that?” Yoongi asked Jungkook. Jimin could feel the man’s eyes on him as he trailed away. “Trouble, I think.”

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To Own A Hybrid

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word count: 5k +

A/N: I’VE NEVER DONE A HYBRID AU OR ANYTHING HYBRID BEFORE LIKE EVER SO PLEASE LIKE IT CAUSE I TRIED MA HARDEST OH LORD JESUS!

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

“y/n!”

You suddenly fell off of your elbow that you were happily sleeping against; only to have it replaced with the hard metal table in front of you.

“go home” your co-worker jimin laughed as he checked his wristwatch. Jimin was always the last one to leave; he was responsible and hard-working and extremely handsome.

It had been 13 hours since the two of you had walked through the office doors, yet you sat with messed up hair, oily and ruined makeup and crinkled clothes, whereas his crispy black button up was still neatly tucked into his pants and his jet-black hair still perfectly placed.

You sighed before saving your work and packing up.

The office was silent and dark; the occasional snores from your fellow workers who were doing a night-shift filled the office. One of them caught your eye.

“doesn’t he have a hybrid at home?” you asked softly as you observed his lanky figure was sprawled between his chair and his desk.

“who, Namjoon? Yer he has two actually” Jimin answered as he turned to face Namjoon as well.

“would you ever get a hybrid?” you asked him as you turned to face him. He put his fist underneath his chin as he thought about it.

“I don’t know…maybe. But hybrids are a tricky thing to get involved in” he sighed as he shook his head.

You nodded your head in agreement. Hybrids weren’t in a good situation right now. A lot of them were being sold for slavery or prostitution. And then there were the rich owners, who treated their hybrids like trophies…it was disgusting.

There were multiple laws against hybrids basically having normal human rights, but of course, they aren’t counted as human. You scoffed at the thought and decided that you should start heading home.

As you waved goodbye to Jimin you quickly checked the time. 10pm, okay, hopefully, something other than Macdonalds was open. You made a quick plan to go check the streets and then return to your car and drive home.

It wasn’t like you couldn’t get a hybrid if you wanted to. You had a great job working for a great boss and were surrounded by great co-workers; it’s just you were kind of uncomfortable with the idea.

Did you treat them like a pet? What do need? Are there special requirement? Do they get sick like humans get sick?

It was all extremely confusing to you, especially the rules, jesus Christ those fucking rules.

As you walked along the sidewalk, you were surprised to see a lot of places open. Around here, places usually close early…unless something special is happening…of course, how could you forget.

It was November 1st which meant new hybrids were being imported. You tried to strain your ears to hear the usual protestors and were shocked at how loud they were.

A smile came onto your face as you stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath in. some people are lovely owners and have adopted as many hybrids as they can, this thought was the one that let you have faith in humanity.

You approached the Chinese shop excitedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on some damn food.

“You filthy pest! Do as I say!”

Aw shit…walk away y/n, don’t get involved.

The sounds got louder as you moved closer to the store that was right next to an alleyway.

Don’t look y/n. keep walking.

“You belong to me! Do as I say!”

You stopped suddenly. Right at the entrance of the alleyway. Fuck it.

“what the fuck are you doing!?” you yelled as you turned towards them. You gasped in shock as you saw the hybrid on the floor, clutching his stomach as the human hit him with a cane, a collar and leesh in his other hand.

You had heard about these situations, people called them hybrid stealers.

Hybrids were either bought for prostitution or stolen for prostitution…

“stay out of this little girl” the woman hissed at you as she stabbed her heel into his stomach causing him to yell out in pain.

“HEY!” you yelled stepping forward quickly; worry had filled your entire body when you noticed how much blood was currently not in his body.

you needed to get him help, and quickly.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to call hybrid protective services “hello! Yes im reporting an abusive owner, hers name Alissa Thompson” you said spotting her name tag

“shit!” she exclaimed angrily before running away. you continued to fake talk into the phone until she was fully out of earshot.

After being sure she was gone you quickly ran to the hybrid, panic quickly entering your system as you watched his head drop to the floor.

“hey! oh my god! Hey, please stay alive!” you rambled as you bent down to his level, as you reached out to touch him, his arm quickly came up, scratching you across your hand.

You hissed in pain as you retracted your hand quickly; as blood started peeking out from your skin you wiped it against your top and took a deep breath.

“look. You need help, if I don’t help you, you’ll bleed out on the street and die” you stated firmly at the stubborn hybrid. He hissed but this time when you reached for him, he let you help.

His body was cold and heavy, but you tried your best to drag him towards your car. If you held him to tight, or carelessly handled him he would hiss lowly at you or attempt to free himself from your grip.

Small beads of sweat were starting to form on your forehead as you continued to drag him towards your car.

“okay, we're almost there” you panted to yourself more than him.

Your footsteps grew heavy and the sound of them repeatedly hitting the ground beneath you gave you a heart attack.

Carefully, you heaved the injured boy into your front seat, silently praying as he continuously groaned in pain.

“don’t…t-take me to a h-hospital” he blurted out as you fumbled around with your seat belt. Ignoring his request, you started the car with the hospital in mind as your final destination.

You couldn’t help him, you didn’t have the medical skills or appliances.

He hissed and groaned as blood poured out of his body with each breath. “I’m sure this doesn’t help but hang on” you said hesitantly trying to comfort him.

As you pulled into the hospitals driveway you heard him grunt in annoyance as he reached for the door, trying to escape.

You quickly jumped out of the car and locked him inside, the only way to unlock it was on your side of the car. In this condition, you doubted he would be able to reach it. Deeming it was safe to leave him for a couple of minutes you rushed into the hospital, blood covering your body.

You slammed your hands on the front desk loudly attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

“I NEED HELP!”

——

“y/n”

You head wiped around quickly as your heart continued to beat at a fast-paced.

Your head hadn’t stopped spinning since you entered the building and your heart hadn’t stopped pounding since you retrieved the hybrid. Sweat covered your hands and forehead…correction, sweat covered your entire body and you were positive you looked like a drug addict the other people in the waiting room.

You quickly scanned her eyes for a ‘sorry he didn’t make it’ but instead was met with a clipboard and a pen.

“is he your hybrid?” the nurse asked softly, smiling brightly.

You tensed up before nodding your head slowly. Shit, what if he has an owner? What if doesn’t?

“and how long have you had him?” she asked as she scribbled away.

“not that long, almost seems like 30 minutes” you joked as a nervous chuckle escaped your lips. She didn’t seem to notice anything odd, to which you sighed in relief.

“oh! Well if he’s new I’m guessing you don’t have insurance for him yet, would you like to set that up now? We can do that here if you like, just so you don’t have to go all the way down to the hybrid center” she chirped, her mood changing suddenly.

What the fuck is hybrid center? Where the fuck is a hybrid center? Insurance? Am I buying a car? What the fuck.

“what would I have to fill out?” you asked concerned. You didn’t know his name, his date of birth, or even what kind of hybrid he was. You could tell he was a cat hybrid but you’ve heard that they’re experimenting with different types these days.

“not much. Just your name and address, we’ll make up his system number and just make up a nickname. It’s just in case he gets in trouble or lost, maybe he’s hurt but you’re not present; ya know that stuff.” She answered.

“okay, yer” you nodded as she walked back and the documents.

A nickname…hmmm.

Your eyes moved across the hospitals waiting room, scouting for anything that would trigger your creativity side.

A small boy with bright green eyes sat on a stool happily, he swung his legs back and forth as he held the chocolate chip cookie in his hands as if it was the last one on the planet.

That’s it! Kookie…with a K cause your cool like that.

As you fill in the insurance document you doubted it every second. You had no idea what you were stepping into or what kind of situation the hybrid was in. you could tell by the hisses that he clearly wanted nothing to do with him so all you could do was hope this was right.

—–

Three’s hours later and your eyes were drooping. The cold air kept picking at your exposed skin and your work blouse was useless for warmth.

“hes ready” the nurse said as she jogged up to you happily.

If you weren’t as shocked to see that her hair was still perfectly curled and her smile was still as bright as before you would have fully reciprocated what she had said.

Finally realising that she was telling you he was alive and ready for you to see him you stumbled out of your seat.

As she led you towards his room door you started getting nervous. You had so many questions and so little knowledge and answers on this whole situation.

The nurse gave you a small nod and an encouraging smile before she let you to face your hybrid companion alone.

You slowly opened the door, only enough for you to peek your head into the dull room.

As your vision set on the boy your eyes slowly traced over the marks on his back. They were old but not old enough to fade. You furrowed your brows in worry and confusion before fully entering and closing the door behind you.

“don’t you know how to knock” he hissed as he turned to face you pulling his hospital gown further up his body.

“sorry” you shrugged nonchalantly as you looked around the hospital room.

“how are you feeling? The nurse said you should be able to leave tonight” you said after a moment of awkward silence.

His eyes narrowed at you as you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“why do you even care?” he asked as his ears flattened on top of his head.

“w-well I was just wondering where you would be going? It’s getting really cold” you questioned as you took a seat next to his bed.

The chair was uncomfortable but your legs were falling asleep and your body was running out of energy.

“you don’t need to know” he replied bluntly, his cold eyes never leaving yours.

“okay…can I at least know your name? mines Y/N” you asked trying to find out more about the boy whose blood currently resonates in your car.

“you don’t need to know” he repeated.

Annoyance started filling your body at the hybrids attitude. You had successfully brought him to the hospital and they had saved his life, he would now be able to see another sunrise.

“well are you going to be alright? Do have money? A safe place to go? Is lady going to come back for you?” you asked, your voice was edgy and harsh.

You didn’t mean to be, but it was late and he was starting to annoy you.

He hissed in reply causing you to sigh/groan loudly as you flailed your arms in the air.

“fine. That’s fine” you said as you hoped up on your feet and wiped out a notepad.

You angrily wrote on the piece of paper before placing it down on the side table next to you.

“this is my address and this is my phone number. I’m on floor 5 but you have to go up some steps to the second level to find my apartment. If you need a place to sleep or you need some food feel free to come visit, there’s a key under the mat” you stated seriously before giving him one last nod and removing yourself from his room.

You felt a pang of guilt and a string of worry as you walked towards your car.

maybe you should have stayed with him…or at least watched him leave…or…

you let out a sigh as you rested your head against your steering wheel. All you needed right now was a hot shower and to forget about your encounter with the troubled hybrid.

—

Sun shone through the peep of your curtains as you heard soft chirps of a bird outside your window.

You were drained. Your body felt numb and your mind was blank, too tired to process any thought due to yesterdays excessive overload.

Hybrids…

You knew little to nothing about them…

Memories of the boy’s hostile looks and cold glares sent shivers down your spine. The scars on his back still present in your mind as you tried to wrap your head around what caused him to be like this.

Thank Jesus you started work at 1pm today, you didn’t think it was possible not to have the energy to even lift a finger.

Kookie…wonder where he is now

—–

The laptop had multiple tabs open and your hand was stuck in your second box of cereal for the day.

You knew it was a bad idea but you just wanted to know a little bit more about the hybrid world…however, you didn’t expect to fall into a complete rabbit hole and be sucked into documentary’s, protest videos and law enforcement.

A small hot tear ran down your face as you watched nurses tend to small hybrid children who had been abused.

There was a particular feeling that started welling up in your chest. The one where you wanted to help, but you didn’t know how.

Your eyes instinctively welled up as the images of crying hybrids filled your screen. You shut the laptop harshly before taking a deep breath.

Why were you doing this to yourself?

You didn’t own a hybrid? You were sure you didn’t want one…well…

Shaking off thoughts of anything hybrid-related you decided to get some more shut-eye before your shift at work. It was only a small shift 1pm to 4pm but you knew those three hours would be an insane mess.

—

As you strolled through the office’s front area you smiled at the same front desk girls who were always in some sort of hushed gossip session.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.

Weird.

Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“y/n!” one of them called to you before waving you over subtly. You furrowed your brows looking left and right, just in case there was another Y/n that they were calling too.

Weird.

Cautiously you stalked over towards them wondering what they would want with you.

“did you hear?” one of them started when you rested your arms on the counter, leaning in to join the gossip circle.

“hear what?” you asked intrigued about what they were going to tell you.

“the protestors managed to stop the importing of hybrids since most of them are sold to prostitution they managed to shut it down. The police have already arrested several hybrid trafficking rings and the hybrids have been sent to hybrid foster care and adoption centers! Isn’t that great!” the other one finished.

A small smile covered your face as you nodded excitedly, your mind flicking to the injured hybrid you had met not that long ago.

“also, Namjoon was one of them! He even chased down a ringleader! Isn’t he just amazing!” the last one swooned as she brought her hand to her forehead dramatically.

You giggled softly giving another nod in agreement before saying our goodbyes and making your way up to the 5th floor.

You knew namjoon was an advocate for hybrids but you didn’t know he was that intense.

a new layer of respect had been developed for your hybrid loving co-worker and you made sure to remember to ask him more on the subject.

As you strolled into your office you made sure to smile at fellow co-workers on their way out from the morning shift.

“Y/n! looks like we’re on the same shift again” jimin smiled as you took your seat.

“when are we not?” you asked with a smile before turning to your computer, trying to begin your work. However, as your eyes dragged over to namjoon, you found it harder and harder to get started.

Questions flooded your mind and you knew he would have some answers.

After bashing your keyboard for a good hour, you decided the suspense was getting to you.

Standing up abruptly you tried to think of ways to approach him.

It’s not like the two of you hadn’t spoken before, you knew him fairly well actually. The two of you had been in the same university class. However, your relationship had been based on school and work, never really going beyond that.

“Y/n? what are you doing?” jimin asked in confusion as he stared up at you.

Your mouth opened as you gaped at him like a fish out of water. You had been standing there for a solid minute just staring at namjoon’s back, you realise how creepy that would seem.

“i-i-im…I’ll be back” you said before scurrying off in namjoon’s direction, dragging your chair behind you.

You quickly pulled the chair in front of you as you drew close to him, gathering his attention.

As his eyes met yours a big goofy smile graced his face.

“Hey y/n, what’s up? Haven’t spoken to you in a while” he said as you shuffled closer, joining him at his desk.

Your eyes drifted down to his hand. It had been wrapped up tightly but the splash of red colour spilling through the crisp white was still prominent.

“Congratulations, you’re now a hero amongst the front desk ladies” you joked, sending him a playful wink.

He laughed uncomfortably before scratching the back of his head.

“they whistled at me this morning… is that what getting catcalled is like?” he asked making you laugh at the poor boy’s awkwardness.

“it’s good that there are people like you willing to fight as hard as you did for hybrids, lord knows they need it” you said. He nodded his head in agreement before searching your eyes cautiously.

“did you just buy a hybrid?” he asked intrigued as he tilted his head sideways.

“oh no! well…sort of? Not really i-its complicated? To be honest I have no idea. But I do need your expert advice” you blurted out as your eyes wondered around nervously.

He smiled warmly before leaning backward. “ask away” he stated.

“okay, it’s kind of a long story….not really actually it’s a really short story and I kinda feel bad cause I feel like I should have done more but I don’t know and he just really confused me but he clearly didn’t wa-“ you started to ramble only to have a chuckling namjoon stop you.

“okay, how about we just start from the beginning, just tell me what happened” he asked nicely.

“I found an injured hybrid and took him to the hospital. He was extremely cold and hostile and I got insurance for him but I don’t know if I should have done that. What if he has an owner? Does that mean he’s my hybrid now? He was on the street so I assumed he had nowhere to stay but whenever I asked him a question he would just brush me off; I guess I let my temper get the better of me and ended up leaving my address and number with him…but I don’t know maybe I should have pushed more?” you asked worriedly.

“where did you find him?” he asked in deep thought.

“in an alleyway, he was getting beaten by this bitch” you said, anger coursing through your veins at the memory.

“this could be because of a lot of things, however, if you were able to get insurance for him it means the system didn’t pick him up so he probably doesn’t have an owner. But this is good, now he can’t get snatched by stray catchers” he explained.

Your silence and lip bite told namjoon all he needed to know before he continued.

“stray catches roam the streets looking for hybrids without owners, usually a hybrid will not part from its owner unless the owner has maybe sent them to get something or they are too busy to accompany their hybrid” he answered your unspoken question.

“so…I didn’t do a completely bad thing?” you squeaked with hope watching as namjoon chuckled, fondness and understanding oozing from his voice.

“you did good kid” he assured happily.

—

The day was going past quickly, you had successfully created a new game and finished your presentation ready for the next week.

You could have left an hour ago as that’s when you shift ended but you decided against it, figuring if you completed everything now, you can have a day off.

You silently whooped as you closed down your computer but you happy dance didn’t go unnoticed.

“day off tomorrow I’m guessing?” jimin asked tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“yep! I’m going to do absolutely nothing ughhh I can’t wait to jus-“

Ring, ring

You looked down at your phone in confusion. An unknown number….weird

“hello?” you asked hesitantly as you pressed the phone against your ear.

“hell is this y/n y/l/n?”

“yes, this is she; sorry who’s this?” you asked.

“hi my names jaebum, I work at the police station. We have your hybrid here, err kookie? We were just wondering if you were able to come down and get him” he stated.

Your mouth dropped in shock before you cleared your throat.

“y-yer I’ll be there in a second” you answered.

—-

You were for some reason nervous. You didn’t know if it was because you had never stepped foot in a police station before or if it was because you were here to collect a hybrid that continuously hissed at you.

“miss y/n? its me jaebum, I talked to you on the phone” the man questioned as you looked around the station like a lost puppy.

“yer! Err..sorry but what exactly happened? How did he end up here?” you asked.

“he was found by stray catchers since he wasn’t wearing a collar. But a least it wasn’t an actually felony this time am I right?” he laughed light heartily as you stared at him in confusion.

“this time?” you asked.

“vandalism, hissing at strangers, running away from owners. You name it, the boys done it all” he said as he guided you to where kookie was being held.

Your heart stung a little bit as you wondered what the hell this hybrid has gone through and why he acted the way he did.

“Alright, time for you to home kitten” jaebum smiled at kookie who sat on the cell floor with his back away from the bars.

The hybrid got up slowly before turning around with that cold glare you missed ever so much.

His eyes widened as he saw you before returning to their usual position.

“alright! Is that it? Do I have to sign anything?” you asked as jaebum opened the door, letting kookie walk out.

Jaebums eyes were glued on the hybrid but faltered and landed on someone behind him.

“the mutt finally got adopted?”

You turned around and watched as an older man walked up slowly, looking you up and down before standing next jaebum.

“Excuse you?” you asked shocked at the way he had addressed your hybrid…friend?

“watch out, this piece of shit is a lot of work” he laughed loudly.

Kookie let out a low hiss as the older man continued to laugh loudly. Jaebum was clearly uncomfortable but the man looked like a higher up, someone jaebum clearly couldn’t talk loudly too.

“did you find him on the street? Aw honey, you probably should have left him there” he said holding his round belly as he let out another roar of laughter.

“how fucking dare you” you said narrowing your eyes at him.

He seemed shocked by your comment as his laughter came to a sudden halt.

“what did you say?” he asked confused.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise old age was already affecting your hearing!” you exclaimed “I said HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! You’re the piece of shit here, not him. Who the fuck are you to acknowledge him like that! If I didn’t know any better I would have assumed you were a pig hybrid you stuck up bitch! and what kind of human being leaves another human being on the street to die! God! People like you are what’s wrong with the world! IYou yelled at him. Leaving everyone in the station in shock.

“we’re leaving!” you said before giving kookie a friendly slap on the chest as you walked by, one that said ‘you better follow me’ but nicely.

As you stormed out of the police station and to your car you mumbled angrily to yourself about how mankind has gone to shits and you hate everyone and everything.

“so where are we going now?”

As you fumbled with your keys you looked up to see kookie standing on the passenger’s side with his arms crossed and his ears perked up.

You looked at him shocked to see that he followed you.

clearly seeing your shock, he growled before narrowing his eyes again.

“if you didn’t want me to follow you, you should- “he started but you quickly cut him off.

“were going home, duh” you said as you opened your car and got in, not giving him any time to snap back or glare at you once more.

He opened the car door cautiously before slowly getting in, looking around in awe.

“you don’t remember what it looks like?” you asked him curiously as you watched him carefully. He folded his arms back over his chest with a huff.

“whatever, I don’t need to either…I only need a place to stay tonight so don’t think your special” he hissed at you.

You laughed before nodding your head.

“rats, just as I thought we were getting somewhere…can I at least know your name? I did just save you from another day with that asshole” you asked as you started the car.

“Jungkook…my names Jungkook” he said as he loosened up from his tense posture.

You smiled as you started to drive home.

“nice to meet you Jungkook”

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