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liecrosis · 6 years

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To Own A Hybrid P.7

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: 2.6K +

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short but its kinda just an introduction to the next chapter coming up and the shit that’s about to unfold, I mean what who said that…:)

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

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“do you need to pee?”

You stopped your wriggling as Jungkook’s raspy voice blessed your ears.

Your eyes were still stinging from the sudden light, but you were determined to start the day early.

“no, but we’ve got stuff to do and people to see” you answered as you continued your wriggling.

Jungkook hissed before rolling over and pulling you on top of him.

“just stay here for a minute” he mumbled as he wrapped his other arm around you and parted his legs so yours could fit in-between them.

You let out an estranged noise before resting your head on his chest enjoying the comfortable silence; Jungkook’s extra warmth quickly spread through your body as Jungkook slowly ran his hand up and down your back.

You took in the feeling of his firm body underneath yours before closing your eyes and letting the sound of his heart beat relax you. the gentle touch of his hand running up and down your back sent shivers down you-

*ring ring*

your eyes shot open before both you and Jungkook groaned in frustration.

The phone was gripped so tightly in your hand as you pressed the accept button, the urge to just let it ring and ignore it was so strong.

“Namjoon?” you asked grungily, your body half of a needy Jungkook.

As you detached yourself and sat up in order to talk to him properly Jungkook whimpered and tried in vain to grab at you again.

“hey! sorry but did you have plans today?” Namjoon asked nervously.

“just a few…but why?” you asked curiously.

“I was wondering if you and Jungkook would like to come around- ya know for the hybrids, like for them too bond and…all that stuff” Namjoon stated in a rush.

It took you a minute to process before you understood what he was saying.

Ignoring Jungkook’s shouts of protest you agreed to Namjoons’ proposal before ending the call.

Slowly, you turned to your now angered hybrid before shooting him an apologetic grin.

“I’m not going” he stated coldly before grabbing the sheets and chucking it over his head.

You groaned before throwing your body over his too start the pleading and begging.

“kookie! I can’t say no to Namjoon! And taehyung and Yoongi are sweet, you’ll like them eventually! Come on, please! Try? For me?” you pleaded as you managed to pull the covers off him enough to see his face.

He stared at you for a second as you pouted you lips and continued silently pleading.

“an hour. Max” he grunted before rolling his eyes and pulling the covers back over his head.

You squealed in joy before having a brief fight for the blanket to be removed again so you could plant a kiss on his forehead.

—

“you made it!” Namjoon rejoiced as he opened the door.

“we weren’t sure if we were supposed to bring anything” you stated as the two of you made your way through the familiar space.

“that’s okay! I just figured it would be good for Jungkook to be around other hybrids, ya know, keep him…hybrid..ee” Namjoon stumbled trying to find the right words.

You and Jungkook looked at each in confusion before projecting the feeling onto Namjoon. Almost on cue, your body was attacked with warmth and love.

You let out a shout of surprise before returning the hug to the overjoyed hybrid.

“y/n! I missed you so much! Come see my collection of butterflies!” he chirped excitedly causing you to laugh at his incredible energy.

Jungkook’s obvious objection to this whole visit was weighing on your shoulders as you tried to enjoy the company of your friend and his hybrids; You gave him a small nudge with you elbow as taehyung pleaded him to follow.

“y/n, I’d actually like to talk to you about something” Namjoon whispered before tilting his head in the direction of his hybrid haters fighting room…or his office, that would be a better name for it.

“what’s up?” you whispered as followed him inside.

“it’s about the S.T.M we think we’ve found the home base. We just need Mr. So’s laptop” he stated strongly as you both sat down. Startled by the attack of information you quickly tried to process what he was saying.

You panicked for a moment before remembering that you still had Mr. So’s laptop…and jimin’s information and evidence of him helping Mr.So is most probably still on said Laptop.

“did I not give it to you?” you asked slowly as your eyes narrowed.

Namjoons mouth gaped in confusion as his eyes narrowed back at you.

“I don’t think you did?” he questioned. You nodded your head before clearing your throat awkwardly “well I’ll just check when I get home” you answered.

“anyway, so you think you’ve found the Homebase?” you asked curiously as you started swaying in your chair.

“not just the Homebase, the leader as well” Namjoon said seriously as he typed away on his computer.

“what the fuck” you blurted out as a picture of a beautiful woman popped up on your screen. She was thick and have curves to slay the gods, her hair was as dark as night and her cheek bones were strong and carved.

“yep. That’s her…we don’t know her name though, just have a face” he sighed sadly.

“do you know others? Like who else is she working with?” you asked as he flicked through computer files.

“we have put together a list of suspects from big companies such as apple and Samsung who we think might be in on it…but there are so many of them..it’s hard to tell. We managed to get pieces of information from Mr. So. Shes apparently competitive, is an only child so she isn’t fond of sharing and is thirsty for money…so…not much information” Namjoon stated.

“but…I don’t get it. What do they get out of this?” you asked softly as you stared at all the cases involving hybrid harm.

“the hybrid industry is straight cash. It’s disgusting but it sells” he explained as he turned towards you.

“Namjoon…how the hell did you even get into this?” you asked curiously.

His eyes bored into yours sending you a signal that it’s a very long story, one you probably don’t want to get into.

He shrugged nonchalantly before turning his head back to his computer “you really don’t want to know” he whispered before printing off a picture of the ring leader and handing it to you.

“Namjoon…come on please?” you pleaded gently trying not to force him into telling you his story but asking enough so he knows you’re interested in it.

“er..okay, but promise you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. not even my hybrids know this” he whispered as he pulled his chair closer to yours.

Your eyes peaked with interest as he took several deep breaths.

“my…mother was half hybrid” he stated.

You almost screamed a ‘no fucking way’ in his face as the words he had stated were something no human would usually hear.

Half hybrids were not common. Not common at all. The genetics of a human mixed in with a hybrid wouldn’t work as a hybrid is already half human, therefore the human side would almost always. It’s said ‘almost always’ because there are rare cases of hybrids being born from a human and a hybrid; but the child would either be fully hybrid of fully human. Never half hybrid.

“I watched her battle for hybrid rights for years. She became a symbol of hope for those who had none…and she became a target for those who revelled in hatred and death” he explained calmly.

“now she’s gone…and it’s my turn” he continued a fire of determination burning in his eyes.

“ya know, when you sat at the back of the library even after you had graduated I never thought this was what your future would be like” you admitted with a small smile on your face.

Namjoon laughed whole-heartedly before placing his hand on your head.

“and when you stumbled into our office with a box full of stickers I didn’t expect this to be your future either” he retorted making you smile widely.

“hey, those stickers were useful okay!” you defended as he removed his hand from your head.

“I’m proud of you, Jungkook seems to have opened up to you rather quickly” he stated as his dimple revealed itself.

“I think were a lot a like me and him. Obviously very different. But still alike” you shrugged.

“I guess people are just more likely to open up to people who remind them of themselves” Namjoon said thoughtlessly.

You nodded along in agreement as your train of thoughts wondered elsewhere…

People are more likely to open up to people who remind them of themselves

“should we go check on the hybrids?”

“mmm probably”

—–

Jungkook wanted to die. He just didn’t want to be alive anymore.

Taehyung had Jungkook sitting right against the arm of a couch as he showed him all sorts of butterflies in jars.

Yoongi watched in joy as jungkook’s face twitched with annoyance.

“I call this one smoochi- Y/n!” taehyung called as you and Namjoon entered the frame.

Jungkook jumped up with the speed of a god at the sound of you name leaving taehyung lips.

A look a relief and anger crossed his face as he started walking towards you.

“oh, wait you cant leave just yet! I made lunch!” Namjoon chirped excitedly.

“you, made lunch?” you asked in utter shock, ignoring jungkook’s tugging at your shirt.

“what is that supposed to mean?” He asked offended as jungkook’s tugging got more aggressive.

“it sounds great…but we really have to go” you said apologetically.

A sound of relief released from Jungkook before he started dragging you to the door with no hesitation.

“wait! Please don’t go just yet!” Namjoon pleaded as taehyung passed him the tray of lasagne he had just made.

“look!” he said proudly as he showcased the beautifully cooked lasagne.

You let out a whine before gathering all the pleading you could into a single look towards Jungkook.

His eyes were cold and even though the smell of the lasagne was clearly getting to him.

–

“I can’t believe we stayed for lasagne”

You sighed in pure happiness as the taste of homemade food floated around your mouth.

“so, you and Namjoon found the leader of S.T.M?” Jungkook asked as you decided to take a short cut under the bridge instead of through the highway.

“yer! Hang on I have a picture of her somewhere” you said as your hand slipped into your pocket and you silently thanked god that no one ever takes this route.

As the car exited the bridge and back into sunlight a sudden shout from Jungkook caused you to stop it abruptly.

“what the fuck!” you shouted as Jungkook exited the car angrily.

“Jungkook!” you called as you joined him outside.

“That’s her! Kim soojung! That’s the bitch I was telling you about!” Jungkook yelled. Worry and panic swirling in his eyes.

Your eyes widened with shock before your body was filled with more fuel to bring the bitch down.

“Jungkook! This means you can get justice! It’s like killing to birds with one stone!” you chirped

“no! Y/n you don’t understand! She’s a phycho bitch!” he yelled frustratingly as the wind picked up with his temper.

“That’s why we need to bring her down Jungkook, if she’s doing what she did too you-“you started but he cut in, not letting you finish your sentence.

“don’t start with that bullshit! You suddenly start hanging out with that cocky shit and suddenly your Orpah!” he yelled angrily.

“Don’t talk about Namjoon like that! And no! I don’t think I’m Orpah I just think that if I can help I should! What’s wrong with that!” you yelled back, starting to get angry too.

“JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR ONCE! YOU. WILL. DIE! SHES NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING OR ANYONE! GOD! CAN’T YOU GET THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!” he shouted before ripping up the picture and taking off quickly through the weeds towards the pathway along the lake.

“jung-ugh!” you shouted before taking off running after him.

“YOU CAN RUN BUT ILL JUST KEEP RUNNING AFTER YOU!” you shouted as the distance between the two of you grew. Jungkook turned around in shock as he watched you catch up to him.

The calmness of the lake and warm gleam of the sun was a perfect contrast to the current situation you were in.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his breathing fine as if he didn’t just sprint kilometres.

“what the fuck…does it look…like, Jesus, that was a lot” you huffed as you tried to calm your racing heart and ragged breathing.

“you…chased me?” he asked is surprise as he watched you carefully a hint of worry that you might drop dead.

“what did you expect me to do?! Watch you run off into the distance dramatically and wait for you to come home by yourself because you need time? Bullshit. This isn’t a movie” you explained harshly.

“well, what the fuck do you want me to say?!” he blurted in frustration.

“talk to me! What’s the problem?!” you asked, annoyance and tiredness dripping from your voice.

“I just…I finally have someone. You’re annoying and you’re loud and you think your funny but you’re actually just not-“ He started.

“wow thanks”

“but…I don’t know, your mine. I don’t know how to explain it but its just nice. I like waiting for you to come home, I like it when we just watch movies or when you wake me up because you need to fucking pee. Don’t ruin this for me y/n! I have someone who actually cares about me…and if you’re not here, then there’s no one! I have no one without you!” he exclaimed.

Standing opposite him you watched as tears rushed down his face, the light from the sun making them sparkle with life and emotion. His eyes were filled with so many unsaid words and such vulnerability that your knees shook at the mere sight.

“jungkook..” you whispered as you approached him slowly.

As you got closer jungkooks arms hesitantly reached out to grab you, his bottom lip quivering from the need of contact.

“Im not going anywhere” you whispered gently as you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his chest.

Almost instantly Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his body “y/n, she’s pure evil…please, promise me you won’t go near her” he pleaded as he buried his head into your neck.

You whined as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

“please”

“fine…I won’t” you sighed.

Jungkook hummed in content as he held you even tighter.

“aww you’re such a softie” you teased as you brought you hand towards his ears, giving them a good scratch.

“shut u-uhhh- shut up” he struggled as he purred in delight.

“ I guess we really are kinda sort not really alike” you chuckled as you pulled away from him.

You gasped before playfully slapping jungkook’s arm “OH MY GOD!” you shouted as your mind was processing its current mind blow.

“people open up to people who are like themselves, people trust people who are like themselves, people work with people who remind them of.them.selves” you stated excitedly.

“that’s it! That’s how Namjoon has to narrow down his list! Jungkook! We can help and still be not involved but really involved at the same time!” you chirped excitedly.

Jungkook looked at you with complete confusion.

“Namjoon said he was only able to get information about what she’s kinda like and…with you, he could get even more information. Then he just has to compare each personality of those he suspects and boom! There’s his main suspects” you explained excitedly.

“okay…okay that one we can do…but we’ll be very far from the actual thing when it goes down. Very very very very far! Okay?” Jungkook stated.

“yes, very far, now come on! We got shit to do and thoughts to spill!” you exclaimed grabbing his hand and skipping your way back to the car.

ANOTHER A/N: I just want to thank everyone for all the sweet messages and comments on these chapters!!! it makes me feel so loved and it makes me so happy that you guys are enjoying this as much as i enjoy writing it. sometimes it gets hard to continue writing cause im a self counsious betch and thinks no one will read my mess that i call a fanfiction so honestly, thank you xx

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liecrosis · 6 years

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a little too late

— for the woman you fell in love with.

Summary: Because at the end of the day, he’s getting married and you’re just his best friend who happens to be his wedding planner.

Word Count: 2,000

Genre: fluff, angst, friendstolovers!au because i love myself a bit too much that i only end up hurting myself in the end and i basically imagined seokjin in a black tux and i think it’s so triggering that i blanked out halfway writing this.

WITH LOVE (The Heartbreak Series)

And maybe you’re just a little too late.

Take care of him. Listen to him when he needs to let out his thoughts and emotions. Cuddle with him when he’s feeling sad and lonely. Hug him when he came home from a rough day at work. Love him as if you’ll lose him the morning after. And never regret it.

It all started a couple of months ago. It was on the day you were going to tell him your feelings because fuck it, you only live once right? But right when you think that Seokjin’s the one for you, right when you prepare to tell him that you’ve been in love with him for so long, right when you sit across from him at the cafe, he pulls out an engagement box.

“Y-You—you’re going to—what?” You’re surprisingly confused but he only laughs at you. “I mean—sure I’ll marr—”

“I’m planning on proposing to her,” he cuts you off, completely neglecting the fact that you had absent-mindedly said sure to a proposal that isn’t even for you.

“Her?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “But you guys have been dating for a year and two months, don’t you think things are going a bit too… fast?”

“I can’t see myself spending the rest of my life with someone else,” he explains and when he opens the box it reveals the most beautiful ring you have ever seen. It probably cost your student debt which, you haven’t finished paying off.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper and when you look up at him, you can’t help but push your feelings for him aside. You have no choice. “She’ll love it, Seokjin-ah.”

“You sure?” You nod your head in reply.

“She’ll say yes for sure, I mean, she wouldn’t want you to return a ring that probably costs her whole life, right?” You say jokingly and he chuckles softly.

You watch him as he stares at the ring with the most loving stare and you can feel your heart deteriorating. You’ve always wondered how things would be if you weren’t just a little too late.

“So, is that why you forced me to come all the way here to see you?” You question him out of nowhere and he looks up at you, tearing his intense gaze from the ring.

“I actually wanted to ask you something really important,” he smiles.

“Go ahead,” you insist.

“Since you’re really good at planning and you’re my best friend, I figured—”

“No,” you cut him off, “Seokjin, I’m not going to be your wedding planner—”

“What? Why?” He frowns.

“What if I mess up your wedding? You’d be so disappointed in me,” you say worriedly. “That’s the last thing I want for my best friend; a wedding disaster.”

“I trust you enough that you won’t do anything stupid,” he grabs your hands and you ignore the fact that they’re engulfing your small ones with warmth. “Please.”

You sigh, looking away from him and out the window. You slightly gasp when you see the first snow of the Winter season. With an immediate change of thought, you look back at him and smile.

“Fine,” you give in, “but promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t kill me if I do end up ruining your wedding.”

And so after months and months and months of planning, you’re standing at the entrance doors to the church, handing out brochures and shaking hands with guests. Jin’s got friends from places like France and Germany who have invested their time to see him step into a new phase of his life, he’s got the boys already lined up at the altar—he couldn’t choose one best man—, and he’s got a beautiful woman to wait for.

“You planned this really well, (Y/N)-ah.” You turn towards Namjoon who accompanies you. “The church and the venue look stunning, I wonder how much Jin dropped for this.”

“My student debt,” his mouth falls open, “and the telephone bills that I have yet to pay, maybe even my whole car which isn’t gonna be paid off until 2025, oh, and probably my—”

“Geez, she’s lucky to have a stable man like him.” He sighs, “aren’t you jealous?”

“Me? Jealous?” You scoff, “never. He’s happy, especially with her, and that makes me—”

“Don’t even try to lie, (Y/N).” He cuts you off with a genuine smile. “You know, the boys and I still wonder why it wasn’t you. I remember when Seokjin came home with the ring and we were dying to find out who the lucky woman was and when we didn’t hear your name, we were kind of disappointed.”

“I’m sorry I’ve let you guys down but, we should just accept it.” You say.

“Well, I can’t.”

“Well, you kind of have to.” You chuckle, “I’m sure fate gave me a sign before making a fool out of myself. Imagine me spilling my whole guts to him about my feelings before he pulls out the engagement ring that isn’t even for me. That would be extremely horrid.”

“And you know what’s even worse?” He purses his lips into a line. “Watching him invest himself in another woman and you didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t even know about your feelings—”

“And that’s why I don’t tell him. Ever.” You mumble. “I don’t want to ruin something he’s wanted for a year and two months… and counting. He loves her, Namjoon-ah, and I can’t ruin that just because of my selfishness.”

Namjoon glances at you with a sad smile. He sees your eyes turn glassy and he immediately pulls out a handkerchief for you to take but you politely reject it. He pats your shoulder.

“You’re the most selfless person I know, (Y/N).” He mumbles. “Even Taehyung is selfless but I never thought I’d meet someone more selfless than he is until I met you.”

Before you could utter out a reply, a limo pulls up in front of the entrance and you gasp. Namjoon looks at you with a knowing smile before quickly running to the front of the altar with the rest of the boys. You signal for the guards to close the doors to the church as you walk down the stairs to meet the bride.

“Mijoo, you look beautiful.”

Jin’s soon-to-be wife, Mijoo, gets out of the car and fixes her dress. She glances up at you with a smile that stretches from ear to ear.

“Thank you, (Y/N), you look beautiful too.” She grabs your hand that you’ve offered for her to take. The both of you walk up the stairs as you assist her just in case she doesn’t trip over her long dress.

“Are you ready?” You question her.

“I’m really nervous.”

When the both of you reach the doors, you slowly let go of her hand before she squeezes it. You turn over your shoulder with a questioning gaze.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N). You’ve done so many things for us and I can’t find the right words to express how thankful I am for your commitment.”

You bow your head before leaning in to pull her into a hug. You pull away and you’re caught off guard when she reaches out to wipe a tear away from your cheek.

Yep, you’re always just a little too late. Is there a rewind button?

Halfway through the ceremony, the couple starts to say their vows. Seokjin clears his throat, holding Mijoo’s hands and looking into her eyes. You glance at him when he begins to speak.

“I know we’ve only met and dated for a short time but, I can’t see anyone else that I’d be with for the rest of my life. When you said yes, I just wanted to marry you right then and there but of course, I had to wait. And I’m glad I waited. I love you so much.”

Your eyes suddenly meet with Seokjin. You don’t notice how his smile suddenly falters. You feel a nudge at your side and you turn towards a random guest offering you a handkerchief. You grab it and wipe away the tears that have flowed down your cheeks. When you look back up at Seokjin, you flash him two thumbs up with a reassuring smile and he slowly returns it.

When he looks away from you and back to the bride, you take it as your chance to take your leave before you make a scene with your sobbing mess. You quietly get out of the pew and slowly head out of the church with nothing but a broken heart, a ton of tears, and a stranger’s handkerchief.

3 years later…

You throw out the trash and head back inside your house to grab your keys and bag. Hopping into your car, you drive to the local cafe to grab a cup of coffee before heading back to school to attend your lectures.

Your friendship with Seokjin seemed to have vanished after he got married to his wife. You’re sure that he’s too busy, he’s probably got a family already, and you completely understand that. While he’s somewhere in Korea taking care of his wife, you decided to go back to school and do your Masters degree.

More student debt. But the good this is, your car is almost done being paid off.

“Hi, what can I get you today?”

“I’ll have the medium caramel macchiato, please and thanks,” you smile at the barista.

“Alright, I’ll get you to wait over there at the pick-up station for your drink.” The barista gestures you to the pick-up station.

With your hand still digging in your bag for your wallet, you glance up at the waiter with a confused look. “What’s the balance I have to pay?”

“It’s already paid, miss.” You frown.

“Who paid?” You ask.

“The man over there.” The barista replies and you glance at a tall, broad-shouldered man sitting at the booth all by himself.

“Oh,” you mumble before looking back at the barista. “Okay, thank you.”

Seokjin looks up from his phone to see you heading towards the pick-up station with a confused look on her face. He smiles at how adorable you looked. When you look over your shoulder, he quickly looks back down at his phone. His eyes avert from his phone screen to his ring finger that is lacking an engagement ring.

3 years ago…

He looks back at your spot, noticing how you’ve disappeared. Mijoo nudges him softly and he quickly turns back to her, smiling apologetically. His eyes would linger back to your empty seat, and his mind was beginning to flood with thoughts about you.

And in an instant, it’s almost as if all his memories of you began to flash right before him.

“If a girl confesses to you, would you accept her confession?”

“Of course, who wouldn’t want to date Mr. Worldwide Handsome?”

“I didn’t mean it that way, fool! It’s just… there’s a lot of girls that adore you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re just unaware of it. You’ll find her, someday. She’ll probably be standing right in front of you and you wouldn’t even know!”

He hears Namjoon clear his throat, and he looks at him. Namjoon smiles at him. Seokjin then looks back at Mijoo, who’s looking at him with concern.

“Fine, but promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“Don’t kill me if I do end up ruining your wedding.”

He sighs frustratingly, letting his head hang low. Suddenly, he lets go of Mijoo’s hands and looks at the priest. He bows his head apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” He whispers.

“W-What?” Mijoo stutters.

Seokjin turns towards her and frowns, “I’m so sorry.”

Before anyone could object his actions, Seokjin’s pulling off his tie and running out of the church. When he’s near the entrance doors, he starts to hear the boys call out to him. He sighs to himself.

I think I’d have to kill myself for ruining my own wedding because of you.

A/N: Yikes lmao I hope you guys enjoy the last drabble for this series. I’m so happy with the outcome and the feedback. It’s just.. very overwhelming, in a good way. As always, feedback is very much appreciated!

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