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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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... or Yoongi + mafia + hybrid + "it's okay baby, i'm okay, it's just a scratch, don't cry love" (spoiler: it's a gunshot not a scratch !!!!! :C)

the depths of hell:

pairing: human! yoongi x cat hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || mild angst || mafia au || hybrid au || non-idol au ||

summary: yoongi hates when you cry.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: mentions of a gunshot wound, blood, mentions of death, crybaby! reader, very much grumpy x sunshine who only smiles for her type relationship

notes: i put both your requests into one!! the first request is at the end!!

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You always found the question about where your loyalties lie a little peculiar. Though your answer had always been the same and will continue to be the same for whatever time you have left alive in this world. May death be stood at your front door tomorrow, or you live till old; you’re certain the answer to that question will never change.

Because sure, you weren’t a dog, you didn’t sit at your master’s feet like so many of your kind did that had crawled into this world, the shadows where people like Min Yoongi run chunks of the city, where merely his name is enough for those knowledgeable enough about the city’s mafia to be silenced. One looked at the jagged scar across his eye and his name fizzles out on your tongue until you’re choking on your words, his eyes piercing and picking your soul a part.

But no matter how much blood stains his hands, your loyalties will forever be his. You hadn’t crawled into the depths of hell, Yoongi had extended his hand, a kind offer to join him, and you’d taken it. Skipping through the gates as he laughed at your vibrance.

You’d always been stubborn, Yoongi liked to point it out sometimes, usually accompanied by a gentle smile on his face and an exaggerated pout from you; nothing a soft kiss can’t fix, because as much as Yoongi was in love with you, you will always love him double the amount.

Many of those in the same world as him, always laugh when you make it a point that no amount of riches, no shiny little jewels or promises of endless pleasure will ever make you part ways with Yoongi. Maybe holding your chin high by his side was a fickle game of life and death, where you constantly had a target on your head.

Though it was a risk you were willing to take for Yoongi, because if you were to ever die, as much as he hated the idea, then you’d much rather die by his side.

And no amount of him begging, falling to his knees at your feet with rough hands holding warm cheeks, will ever sway you to never step foot in this household again. No amount of sweet concern and tearful confessions will be enough, and maybe that made you selfish, ignoring Yoongi’s concerns, but sometimes being a little selfish is justified when it comes to the people we love.

Not only was your life at risk, but he’d made it very clear that every day he’d wake up never knowing if it was his last and you’d understood that; however, that didn’t make it any less daunting when he did come home injured.

You hear the front door slam shut, cat ears flickering at Yoongi’s heavy boots padding up the stairs. Heavy in the way you can hear his feet drag against the hardwood floors. Faint buzz of the alarms disarmed reaching you on the other side of the house.

You peek through the open door of the balcony into the bedroom when you hear his footsteps outside the room, clumsy when the door swings open, and you watch as he staggers towards the bed.

You smell it before you see it, thick metallic blood permeating the air, and your heartrate picks up; book long forgotten on the table as you stumble into the bedroom, eyes zeroing in on his blood covered hands—white shirt-stained red.

“Yoongi?” you dare ask, falling to your knees before him as he hunches over on the bed, eyes avoiding your gaze.

“I’m fine” he grunts, hand held over his stomach.

You swallow thickly, hands shaking as you try and pry his own hand away from his wound, “Yoongi please” you hiccup, his body becoming a blur of red behind the veil of tears, “You’re hurt, please”

And he can see the tremble in your hands, pearly little tears falling onto his slacks as you try and get a better look at his wound, only your body shakes as you sob, fingers barely holding onto his wrist.

“It’s okay baby, I’m okay, it’s just a scratch, don’t cry, love” he coos, “You know I hate to see you cry”

His spare hand pauses just above your hybrid ears when he sees it stained with blood, grimace painting his face and he can’t tell what hurts more. The heartache of seeing you cry, or the bullet lodged into his side.

“I’m not stupid Yoongs. I’m gonna call Taehyung” you push yourself up on shaky legs, cat tail wrapping around your thigh. Faux comfort doing nothing to ease the anxiety that’s thrumming throughout your body, heart wrenching at the thought of losing Yoongi.

“Stop panicking, my love” he watches as you throw the pillows off the bed, blankets shoved out the way when you can’t find your phone, another pitiful sob shaking your body as frustration bursts as your seams.

“I don’t want to lose you” you cry, back of your hand wiping your eyes.

And maybe if Yoongi didn’t feel like he was moment away from passing out, he would have found it funny how bossy you’d sounded over the phone, because no matter how late it was Taehyung needed to get to the house as soon as possible, your threats far from empty.

You’d pressed a towel to the open wound while waiting for Taehyung, babbling on about some bullshit Yoongi didn’t want to think about, eyes shutting at the sound of your voice; only slipping them open when he hears the sheer panic in your tone, worried he’d fallen unconscious.

“I love you” he murmurs, weak squeeze of your hand bringing a watery smile to your face as Taehyung patches him up, your tail whipping around behind you in mild distress with each uncomfortable groan he let out.

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” you blink up at Taehyung through wet lashes, fingers gentle as they brush Yoongi’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“Yeah, just make sure he doesn’t pop the stitches and he should be okay”

Your small smile drops at that, “This isn’t funny” you snap when you see the wry smile on the doctor’s face.

“He’s a lot stronger than you think he is. He’d crawl out the depths of hell just so you weren’t alone, I doubt a shitty shot at his abdomen is going to stop him from coming back home to you”

“Why’re you still here” Yoongi pushes himself up, and you fuss over the pillows behind him, “Go home, Taehyung” he grunts.

Said man gives you a knowing look and you simply turn back to Yoongi, cat ears flickering when the bedroom door clicks shut.

“I’ll get a cool towel for you” you pick up his bloodied shirt on your way to the bathroom, running the tap cold.

“Come here, baby, I’ve had a long day. Let’s take a bath and cuddle, how’s that sound” he leans against the frame of the door.

You turn the tap off, “You’re meant to be resting, you know”

“I am. I know you have one of those shitty bath bombs you wanted to try out, go and choose with one you want”

“They’re not shitty” you smile, “Promise you’ll rest after a bath? I’m worried you’ll re-open your wound”

“Promise, my love. I feel like shit, we need to change the sheets as well” he grumbles, tugging his boxers off as you start to run the bath.

“I love you” you look up at him from where you’re crouched on the floor.

“I might just love you a little more”

Your tongue wets your bottom lip, “That’s impossible. I’d crawl out of the depths of hell for you too, just so you know”

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Milk]

While Yoongi realizes that Jimin might not be that much different from you than he thought, and Jimin starts to accept the fact that he's no longer your number one, Jungkook starts to develop feelings towards you that he's never really felt towards anyone before.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, hybrid courting behavior, major fluff, some suggestive themes, mentions of heat, healthy portion of angst with a side of heavy flirting, Jungkook's dirty mind oop-

Length: 3.4k words

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Jimin has noticed a new issue, every morning when he wakes you up before he goes to work.

Usually, you'll be sprawled out like a starfish in your pink fairytale canopy bed, all comfy and tired and a little grumpy, most of the time. But these days, he can sometimes only spot maybe a leg peeking out from beneath the blankets and stuffed toys now littering your bed.

It's Jeon Jungkook's fault, the dog boy having been showering you with things he deems you should have left and right- even worse than Jimin himself used to do.

Yoongi has been explaining to him that Jungkook isn't fully aware of the cause of his behavior yet- after all, the canine hybrid has never really been so strongly romantically interested in anyone before. Sure, Jungkook has had someone he was seeing intimately here and there before, but never a full blown relationship. It came with the stigma around him and his breed- most other hybrids tend to steer clear of him, and rather keep him at an arms length, so to speak.

He'd always been good for some fun for others- but no one ever took him seriously, so the canine hybrid had simply lost interest in romance entirely at some point.

So, considering you very much don't just see him as a quick fuck while simultaneously being very open about what he can and can't do with you, it makes it all the more unsurprising that the dog hybrid has been growing feelings for you. And if anything, Yoongi has been growing increasingly frustrated with the both of you- because you're both just so insanely oblivious.

Jungkook finds tons of excuses as to why your behavior towards him could just be friendly in nature, and not intimate or romantic- and so do you, constantly.

Cuddling? You're just very touchy, you cuddled with Jimin all the time, so now that he's more occupied with Yoongi it's only logical you'd go and find someone else to provide comfort for you.

Jungkook gifting you stuff that's originally his own? He's just happy to have a new friend, and probably believes that he can keep your interest in him with casual gifts. Or maybe he just wants someplace to dump his old stuff.

purring and bumping into him? You just like attention, and this is the most typical cat-way of gaining attention he could think of.

It's stupid, the way you both clearly are interested in each other- and yet find millions of excuses as to why the other isn't.

"Hey, princess-" Jimin hums, moving a large green dinosaur plush to the side to reveal your face. "-come on, let's get up now, hm?" He asks, and you look at him with a slightly hazy look for a moment, before you clear up. Your cheeks are flushed as you stretch, before you cringe at yourself- and Jimin can only assume why. "You wanna go clean up while I make breakfast?" He chuckles, and you nod, groggily untangling yourself from the blankets to go inside the bathroom, while Jimin moves to change the sheets.

He's gonna have to check in with the local heat-hotel for a room for you- the slightly darkened patch on your sheets and the clear signs in your behavior giving him the last reminder that you're probably close to your heat.

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When you don't visit yet again, Jungkook becomes a little restless as he watches the window, Jimin leaving the house to go to work. "Do you think she's sick?" Jungkook wonders towards Yoongi, who simply shrugs with his coffee.

"Don't think so. Jimin said she's close to her heat so that's probably why she's staying at home." He casually mentions, making Jungkook freeze for a good moment, before he looks over again.

The dog hybrid hasn't actually ever thought about that.

He has been smelling something unique coming from your garden yesterday when you were taking a nap out in the grass on a blanket- but he didn't actually connect the dots that that enticing smell had been you. And if you're just close to your heat and not actually in it yet, and you're already smelling so nice, how much would it change when you were actually fully in it?

Suddenly, his brain starts to create rather.. scandalous scenarios.

You probably wear underwear that's just as cute as all your dresses and skirts and blouses- little bows decorating the pastel colored fabric covering your most intimate parts. With the amount of time and care you put into your skincare all the time, you must feel like absolute heaven- and he wonders what your reaction would be if he was to explore his theory with kisses on your skin. You get so awfully cute when you're shy- he loves the way you blush sometimes, or hide away in embarrassment- would that be what you'd do if he was to approach you with intentions of lust?

He's sure he wouldn't be able to control himself if you were to lay in his bed, behind raised up and soft tail curled over, presenting your body to him, quietly begging for him to breed you. He'd make sure you wouldn't have to suffer at all during your entire heat- and now he has to think about the fact that by now, your bed must be absolutely littered with the things he gave you.

Good. His scent is probably all around you now. Have you started to give into your instincts already? Now he has to think about you amongst his sheets, your hands between your soft thighs-

"i-Im gonna go shower real quick!" Jungkook suddenly bursts out, fleeing the scene and leaving a laughing Yoongi behind.

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Throughout the day, Jungkook tries to distract himself, even when Jimin visits later after work, sitting in the living room with Yoongi. He's making himself a snack when he overhears the conversation going on- ears instantly tilting towards the two at the sound of your name spoken.

"They said it's full, and the other one is hours away." Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"What about surpressants? I mean, it's pretty much an emergency now." He suggests, unsure. Jungkook doesn't go into heat after all- his rut has only been set off a handful of times in the past, and it only took the hybrid a day or two to snap back out of it. Yoongi has never had to deal with hybrid heats before- so he's unsure what to really say now. Jungkook cringes as the mention of surpressants, though.

"I'd honestly rather avoid that. She's allergic to most blockers, and those liquid sirups for kittens makes her nauseous and miserable. Ah, this is horrible!" Jimin complains, putting down his phone.

"And a heat partner?" Yoongi asks, making Jungkook swallow down a growl of his own- something his owner notices briefly, though he brushes it off as him maybe having spotted something outside that probably set him off a little. "That way she'd be through with it quicker, right?" He wonders, and Jimin shakes his head.

"She.. never had a heat partner before." He reveals. "And she doesn't like the idea of one either. She's a bit scared of sex, mostly because she's never experienced it before." He shrugs, crossing his arms.

"I mean, they're tested and everything though. She'd be safe, and those people know what they're doing-" He starts, and by now, Jungkook can't hold himself back anymore.

"If-!" He buts in, sitting down on the couch, trying to seem nonchalant but failing miserably. "If, you know, she doesn't want to, you shouldn't push her. Hybrids in heat can often make decisions they'll regret later." He offers, and Yoongi looks at him with suspicion, before he smirks, sharing a glance with Jimin. "What?" The dog hybrid asks, when Jimin seems to catch on.

"You think-?" He starts, and Yoongi shrugs.

"She's pretty comfy with him. Likes him." He says. "If you talk to her about it now she'll be clear enough in the head to make a decision too. And Jungkookie can surely be gentle, I imagine." He teases the now red-faced and wide eyed hybrid, who looks like he's being held at gunpoint.

"Would you do that, Jungkook?" Jimin wonders, looking rather.. serious. "Help her, I mean? I'd leave the house in your care for the time being. She usually takes a week at max- so you'd have to take time off." He says, and Jungkook swallows hard.

"I mean.. it's up to her." He shakes his head. "I won't decide anything without asking her first." He denies, and at that, Jimin suddenly smiles softly.

"Then I think Yoongi is right." He nods. "You could be the perfect solution."

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"I'm not having sex." You deny, crawling up into a corner on your bed, away from Jungkook who sits on the edge of it. "Nuh-uh." You shake your head, crossing your arms.

"We don't have to." Jungkook agrees, staying where he is and respecting your need for distance. "But without help, you'll be miserable." He reminds you, and you huff to yourself.

"I'll be fine." You argue. "I wanna stay at a hotel."

"The hotels are full." Jungkook sighs. "Jiminie has been trying to squeeze you in for days now, they don't have any space anymore." He softly says, trying to push through your clear anxiety. "Do you want a female heat partner then?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"I don't want anyone!" You snap at him, ears pinned back, and Jungkook nods- until he spots your eyes tearing up.

"Hey, I'm sorry I pushed it-" He starts, but you shake your head again, pulling your legs closer to yourself.

"I- ugh, this is so stupid!" You yell, attempting to throw a babyblue dog plus, before you rather hold it close, as if feeling guilty for trying to cause it harm. "I wanna.. I don't wanna have sex." You growl at no one, pushing your face into the dog's soft fur. "I don't wanna be alone.!" You whine, and Jungkook can't help but whimper under his breath as well, your distress making him equally nervous. He needs to make you feel better.

"Do you just want company?" He asks. "I can just be here, I won't touch you-"

"But I want that!" You finally burst out. "I want that- but I don't want that!" You complain, and suddenly, something clicks.

"We don't have to have that kind of sex." He reassures you. "I can do other stuff to help you. I don't have to, you know, be inside you." He says, and at that, you look at him.

"That's bullshit." You huff. "You'd get nothing out of it then." You say.

"I'd be close to you." He shrugs. "And I'd get to help you. Sounds good to me."

"What if your rut starts? Then you'll just.. do it, because I won't be complaining about it with my sex-hungry brain, and-" You hiccup, swallowing thickly. "-and then I'd hate you, and I don't wanna hate you-"

"Hey, kitty, princess, no." He shakes his head. "I'm not like that. If you say you draw the line at penetrative sex, I'll respect that." He tells you, and you take a moment to calm down, breath slowing down to a more reasonable pace.

"why?" You wonder quietly, watching him intently now.

"Because I don't want you to be miserable." He offers. "I want to help you, because.. I care about you."

"I'm constantly mean to you." You huff.

"You're not, actually. You're a bit.. rough around the edges, yeah, but you're a nice person." He smiles encouragingly. "You're.. I- uhm.." He looks down at his hands for a moment. "Uhm, this might be a really bad moment, forget-"

"No!" You suddenly say, dashing forward, looking at him with wide open eyes, desperation clear in your face. "S-.. say it.?" You almost whisper, and as he looks at you, feels your warm hand on his, he realizes it fully himself as well.

"I like you." He says, quietly. "And I.. want you. I'm not sure- I.. don't really know, this is a first for me, I've never really.. felt like that about someone before. And I'm not making that up." He chuckles nervously. At that, you sit cross legged now, closer to him, entire posture having changed now.

"Me neither-" You tell him with wonder, before you shake your head, correcting yourself. "Like- the part about feelings and stuff, not the part about making stuff up-" You rant, and he laughs, cheeks a bit red.

"So we'll just.. see where it goes?" He asks, and you nod after a moment.

"Guess so." You smile shyly.

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"You'll get used to it." Yoongi reassures Jimin, who's been noticeably down these past few days, watching the dog hybrid constantly roam around you, basically having entirely taken over the place Jimin once filled in your life. "When Jungkook started working, I felt like that too." He tells his now boyfriend, who looks at him a little unconvinced.

"I feel like she hates me now." He sighs, watching how Jungkook pulls on your leg to get you out of the way, you having napped right in the middle of the hallway, blocking the way out the bathroom. You're laughing, clearly being a menace for no other reason than to get onto the dog hybrid's nerves- but it's not really working, since he instead just plays around with you. "She doesn't need me at all."

"And that's a good thing." Yoongi shrugs. "She deserves to be independent. And emotionally, she will always need you. You'll just have to.. share that attention now." He offers as an explanation, and Jimin sits back in his chair, sighing.

"…but I don't want to." He mumbles to himself, making Yoongi laugh as he takes a sip from his coffee.

"You sound just like her." The oldest teases, watching how Jungkook is now leaned over you, your behind pushing suspiciously into him. "Hey, not in the hallway you horny idiots!" He barks out, causing both Jungkook and you to snap out of the moment, getting up in embarrassment, before you push the dog and run outside into the backyard, initiating a game of tag to get rid of the awkwardness.

"I'm just.. so used to being her number one. And now I'm not." Jimin sighs, turning his head a bit to look outside where it's become suspiciously quiet.

"Well, better get over it you big baby." Yoongi teases, getting up and running a hand over his head as he passes by. "You can be my number one now." He passes by-

before his voice is heard again outside, yelling at both of you to get back inside where he can see you, Jungkook and you laughing as you run away from the playfully frustrated human.

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You know exactly what you're doing- and so does he.

It's like you're both in a war, trying to see who's gonna break first- him or you. You've started to run around in the shortest shorts and cropped tops, tail always held high to make sure he always get's a good whiff of your scent whenever you pass him- eyes constantly searching for his reaction, proving to him that you're doing this on purpose. You've also begun to scent his clothes, steal his stuff, and enter any room he's in just to knock something over or gain his attention, before you dash away again, zoomies a constant occurrence.

But he's not just letting himself be beat up like this.

From casually walking shirtless, flaunting his physique and tattoos in the process, to running his fingers up and down your back, right on your spine, stopping at the base of your tail whenever he reaches it. He knows you're close by now, but you're still not letting yourself go just yet, seemingly testing if he's just as good at controlling his urges as he said he'd be. And he's very much eager to prove himself to you.

Jimin and Yoongi are staying at his house, while the younger human has gifted Jungkook the keys to the house you're normally occupying with Jimin, offering him some privacy during your heat- but also probably to have some alone time with his own partner now as well.

Nevertheless, Jungkook wonders what the next few days will bring. What will you need to feel good? What does he have to provide in order to make you comfortable? He's never been so anxious about sex or anything about it before, apart from maybe his first time when he was a teenager still. But with you, it's somehow different again- he wants to make sure you know that he's not only interested in you in terms of lust-

but maybe love, too.

He's currently prepping the last few things- fridge stuffed with your favorite snacks he'd ordered, when he notices a shift in the air. You've not really gotten up this morning, but he'd just guessed that you might just wanted to sleep longer. Jungkook had slept on the couch downstairs in the living room, so he's not really checked up on you yet- but maybe he should.

The moment he opens your bedroom door, he's practically attacked by your scent- like a solid concrete wall it pushes him back a little, as he swallows down any instincts for now, instead searching for you amongst what can only be described as chaos.

All the blankets are thrown all over the place. Plush animals are on the floor and the bed, the sheets are crumpled up and pushed around- but most of all, you're nowhere in sight. Even as he calls your name you won't show yourself- and it sets him off a little, as he enters the room and uses his hybrid senses to somehow track you down.

It leads him into the connected bathroom, where he finds you nesting in the empty tub- skin flushed, a bit of sweat on your forehead as you whine, complaining about the light bleeding into the otherwise dark room. You'd put up a towel over the window to keep out the sunlight.

He feels his fingers itching to offer you some sort of comfort, but he's also a bit hesitant. He needs a moment to collect himself, make a mental plan about how to help you, because you're obviously distressed and in full heat now. What he doesn't understand is why you wouldn't seek him out at all- even now, with him in the room, and you having obviously recognized him, you don't ask for anything at all. If anything, you seem sick.

Something's not right.

"Do you wanna maybe sleep somewhere else?" He carefully asks, but you shake your head, tail between your legs slightly sticky with the slick between your thighs- but the smell of distress and the sight of you in clear discomfort makes none of it affect him in a sexual way. "No?" He repeats, and you continue to shake your head once more, rather nuzzling into what he now recognizes is his sweater he'd taken off yesterday.

"No.." You deny, squeezing your eyes closed. "I'm too hot anywhere else.." You slur a little, curling up more as if to seek comfort. Jungkook feels his own instincts flaring up, protectiveness filling his brain as his brain works with every little cell to create a solution for you. Jimin didn't mention any of this at all. Jungkook doesn't know if this is normal or not for you- he only knows that he's never seen behavior like that.

So he walks out the bathroom, quietly, closes the door and makes his way to grab his phone, calling your owner. "Jungkook?" Jimin answers quickly, reassuring the dog hybrid at least for the moment. "Everything alright? Do you need something?"

"She's nesting in the bathroom." He rushes out instead of properly answering or greeting the human at all. "And she seems to have a fever- is this normal for her?" Jungkook worries. "She seems distressed- she smells so upset, what do I do?" He asks, and Jimin sighs on the other line, before he answers.

"We've been to doctors before already. It sometimes happens-" Jimin explains, his tone sounding rather defeated. "-no one really knows why. I'll come over and take over-" He starts, but Jungkook immediately cuts him off.

"No no no, tell me what usually helps? I wanna take care of her, please." He asks, and Jimin looks at Yoongi for a second, unsure- before he makes the decision. It feels like he's officially giving you away and out of his care- but maybe Yoongi is right.

Maybe it's time to not be selfish, and change.

"Okay." He says, before he starts to give the dog hybrid instructions on what to do.

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hollyhomburg · 10 months

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Before I Leave You (Pt.56)

(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: In the wake of Namjoon’s rut you and Hobi try to get yourself back on even footing, if only his co workers weren’t so...creepy towards you.

Tags: Depression, anxiety, ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff, excessive babying, courting, omegaspace, Mommy! Tae, Non-sexual nipple play, m/c sucks on tae’s tits for mental health reasons, implied/discussed sexual content,

W/c: 9.2k

A/N: LISTEN, i know the nipple play stuff might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it reads very comforting if you’re willing to give it a chance, that being said, i tried to make it as ‘skippable’ as possible.

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(16 days post rut. The day after Halloween.)

Yoongi lets out an inhuman screech.

He’s holding his sweater in his hands, nude from the waist up interrupted by his changing from what you just said. Staring at you open-mouthed while Jungkook rolls in the remnants of your nest. Remnants because you honestly hadn't put it together much after Namjoon's rut.

You’ve been spending the last few weeks slowly bringing everything upstairs, alternating between sleeping spots, not a single one of them exactly feeling right. Last night you spent your first night upstairs with Jimin, Jungkook, and Tae. Four pups all cute and nesty with the rest of the Halloween candy between the lot of you in multicolored bowls.

Yoongi had gotten to watch as you all giggled and completely abused the projector he’d installed for a movie night of the Addams family and some horror movie that you’d changed within the first 15 minutes. Too scary.

There are more and more moments where he gets to appreciate his hard work these days. He savors them whenever he can. He’d been a little worried that the bed would be too big or too small for the height of you. But it looks just the right size. Just enough space for the others.

After you’d fallen asleep, he’d carefully tiptoed around you and removed the bowls of candy, kissing each of your heads like a special spell to guard it from monsters and cousin it.

Now Jungkook grins up from the last little bit of the nest that’s still down here, hugging a pillow to his chest, "I knew something happened." It's not often Yoongi squeaks, like a cat suddenly picked up, heart all in a tizzy just thinking about it.

“What do you mean you and Hobi kissed? And you didn't tell me!?”

You go red ear to ear, “It wasn’t-I don’t even think he meant to do it- it wasn’t like a kiss kiss-“

“Ahh,” Jungkook drags out the syllable. Reaching for your hand and tugging you to sit. Closer, because Jungkook’s wandering fingers have half a mind of their own. You look so good- have been honestly since Namjoon’s rut, something about the health of you that makes him want to touch more and more.

His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs appreciatively and you squirm away, pouting at him. “Heat of-the-moment kisses are so hot- not to mention first kisses.”

Yoongi sits on the edge of the bed. Knees pulled together.

"Tell me everything."

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 8

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.4K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @ldysmfrst @codeinebelle

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A pounding headache, aching limbs, and stiff neck were not how you hoped to wake up. It felt like you drank five cans of beer and downed the whole rainbow shot. You groaned, pulling yourself into a sitting position at the head of the bed. All you remember was getting really sick and blacking out many times. Your fevers had a way of spiking and scaring even yourself.

You sighed and looked around your room. At least it was neat. Seokjin must have cleaned it while you were bedridden. You took the thermometer across your bed and measured your temperature.

36.8°C.

Exactly how long were you out of it? You got out of bed and headed over to the washroom to clean up. You felt like shit and you needed all the accumulated sweat to be scrubbed off your body. Seokjin wouldn’t have bathed you, you rolled your eyes. You had to get something for your brother to thank him for coming over. Working extra hours isn’t going to cut it - mainly cause you don’t want to work those extra hours. You’d rather be home snuggled up and lazing about.

You sloshed around the water on the floor of the shower room and lathered your shampoo, figuring it would be best to not take too long to shower. You just got better - at least you hoped - and you weren’t about to get sick from the cold just because you wanted to soak.

Quickly drying yourself with a towel, you headed over to the connecting wardrobe, pulling on some comfy clothes and doing your skincare routine. You weren’t a girl who puts on makeup at home but you knew a thing or two about taking care of your skin.

As you rubbed in your moisturiser and walked out of your room, you spotted many things at once. Hoseok was sleeping with his legs up in the air on your sofa and it seemed that Yoongi’s doctors were here as well, and Seokjin was teaching an unknown voice something in the kitchen. You cautiously walked to the kitchen and saw both of them wearing aprons, a random male was busy on the chopping board while Seokjin was busy stirring some stew and giving him instructions at the same time.

You walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the medicine cabinet. “Well, isn’t this a sight to see?”

Both males whipped their heads towards you.

“I didn’t realise you were up already. I’m sorry, I should’ve paid more attention.” The male held his head down, hands wringing themselves tangled in front of him.

It only now did you realise the tail in between his legs and the two fluffy ears pressed down against his jet-black hair.

You paused, hands automatically moving to his hair. “Yoongi?” You breathed out. You were so out of it when you fell ill you that all you saw were his eyes. You didn’t even take a good look at your hybrid you had forgotten what he looked like. Or perhaps you were having some memory loss.

His head shot up so quickly that his ears got squashed against your hands that couldn’t retract fast enough. Seokjin was just watching this whole scene with that stupid smile on his face.

“What?”

Jin shook his head, turning back to the stew. “I told you she’ll remember you. It’s not like she has never seen you in human form before.” Jin continuously stirred the stew and pointed to the chopping board. “Faster, get those chopped or the soup is going to burn.”

Jin left the ladle in a bowl half filled with water and went over to you, hands immediately touching your forehead. “You seem fine. You can pop the panadol down, it’ll do you some good in relieving the headaches.” He pointedly looked down at you. “Not too many.”

You nodded.

As you watch the boys in the kitchen move about fluidly, the doctors in your living room catch your attention. “Why are Yoongi’s doctors here?”

“I called them over once I couldn’t handle you anymore.” Jin turned around. “Exactly what have you been doing other than working recently? This round is one of your worst.”

You shrugged. “I just worked and went home, slept, ate, watched shows, do some hobbies. About there. I’m not too sure how I got so sick either.”

“No symptoms?”

You shook your head. “Too surprising. I had no idea.”

Jin turned back to the stove, putting the freshly cut mushrooms into the stew. “Y/N, go get some bowls. Yoongi, go wake the gang. Lunch’s ready.”

You gave Yoongi’s ears a scratch as he passed you and he nearly collapsed right there and then. He refused any ears scratched or pats from anybody during the time you were sick. Hybrids need the physical connection as well and they didn’t want him over-stressing and not having a way to rest. Even the two hybrids in the house gave him a choice to let them do it but he refused. It felt so good that a loud purr broke through that soon turned into a whine when your hands left his hair.

You giggled, walking away to grab what Seokjin needed.

“Please wash your hands after that. Don’t contaminate my food! Hair lice, you never know! I worked hard for it, you know?”

Lunch was served and the three sleepyheads trudged into the dining room. “Why, hello. Finally woke up?”

Hobi was the first to see you, immediately bolting over to your seat and engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug. You tapped his shoulder, warning him that you were going to die from the lack of oxygen if he didn’t let you up soon.

“Y/N! I didn’t hear you come out?” The sudden weight on Hobi had him confused.

“Nope, you were too deep asleep.” You snickered. “Legs in the air and everything.”

He scratched his bed hair and sheepishly answered, “Oops. Hehe.”

The Parks walked in, hair tangled and clothes dishevelled. “Good to see you’re awake, Ms. Y/N. It was hell the past few days.”

“You had better owe us some coffee.” Dr Ji-hyun yawned.

“For sure. There is a coffee machine in the house for a reason. Feel free to finish my beans.” You offered. “Although, I do have another guest room. Why did you not rest there?”

“Oh, we did. But it was easier access from the living room if anything happened.” It seems like Dr Park was too out of it and Dr Ji-Hyun was answering all the questions.

“Is…” You started. “Is Dr. Park okay?” You owe them more than coffee. If Jin was to be trusted and this is one of the worst fevers, then it would have been more than hell for the doctors. At a young age, your fevers have never done the doctors in the hospitals any good - always giving them a heart attack whenever your fever spikes.

Dr Ji-Hyun waved a hand. “Ah, he’s fine. Just came back a few hours ago after being called in for an emergency patient. He’s good, just tired.”

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head. You didn’t call in anybody else as you knew your brother was capable of handling your fevers. But if even he couldn’t handle it…

“Don’t be.” Dr Park answered. “It’s every doctor’s responsibility.” He smiled, eyes turning into crescent moons. “And, no need to be so formal. Just call me Jimin and my wife Hyun.”

Oh… They’re married?

“Oh. You’re married.” If you weren’t already so embarrassed, your mouth would have hung to the floor from the revealing truth.

“Yeah. Most of our clients don’t know. We don’t have a habit of putting it out there.” Jimin laughed.

Seokjin came in shouting “EXCUSE ME! HOT MAN COMING THROUGH!” before putting the pot of stew on the table, effectively ruining the mood.

“Hot man?” You blanched. “Steaming stew, yes. Hot man? No.”

Jin looked at you offended. “Hey! I’m your oppa, have some manners!”

You rolled your eyes.

Lunch was more than eventful.

You were kept up to date on what happened when you were halfway gone in your own world. From Hoseok telling you about Yoongi, to Yoongi retelling his story, and how they all link together. The conversation then gravitated towards exactly how out of it you were the past few days. Vomiting on Jin right after his bath, flirting with Yoongi till the cat was beet-red, and nearly yanking Jimin’s head off when he attempted to wipe you down.

It was your turn to be beet-red. Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you ducked your heads in your hands. Everybody was laughing their asses off - literally, after having Jimin fall off the chair with the force of his laughter, making everyone laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry… Gods, this is so embarrassing!” The group burst out laughing again. Glad that they find your misery funny. Even Yoongi was sporting a smile of his own.

The doorbell rang and the six of you turned your heads towards the door. It rang again. You got up from your seat and opened the door, revealing a dishevelled Lillianne standing there with bags and bags of groceries. Lils pushed past you and placed the grocery bags on the kitchen counter as you shut the door and walked in.

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

Your best friend gave you a one-over before tackling you in a big bear hug. She is called a bear for a reason. Hugging is her sport.

“Seokjin won’t let me visit you until you have gotten out of bed.” She moaned her complaints to you.

“Yah, you are another problem I refuse to take care of! Obviously, I won’t let you in!” Seokjin yelled back.

“I don’t need you to let me in! I know the passcode, I can let myself in, thank you!” Lils rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him.

This just made Seokjin competitive and the both of them started a catfight on who can let themselves into your house.

You left the bickering two in the dining room and headed back to the kitchen to see Yoongi dissecting the bags that Lils had brought over. “Let’s just put the things in the fridge and then return to lunch.”

Yoongi shook his head. “You can go. I’ll pack them up.”

You frowned. “I’ll pack with you then.”

Just as your hand reached to unpack the first bag, Yoongi’s hand shot out to stop you, holding your wrist in a tight hold. You were shocked at the speed and strength that was getting tighter and tighter - a warning. It wasn’t until you winced that Yoongi immediately let go, eyes filled with fear.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yoongi fell down to his knees. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to, I swear! I’m sorry!” Tears were welling up in his eyes, head bowed, and neck open as a sign of submission. Your cat was in hysterics while you were in shock.

You didn’t know what best to do in this situation other than to kneel down - which did not help his panic - and wrap your arms around him. “Yoongi, Yoongi. It’s okay. I’m not gonna scold you, it’s fine. Nothing hurts.” Your cat just cried even harder - really just wailing at this point. You sighed. “Yoongi, don’t cry. It’s fine. I’m okay.” You jutted your hands out. “See? I’m okay.”

Yoongi took your wrist in his hands, gentle as if you were made of glass, and licked the reddening part. You squealed, shocking him and he shuffled back even further.

“Yoongi-” The group came out, wondering what the commotion was.

“Oh, dear,” Jimin said. “Ah… Let’s all, go for a walk in the park. I’m craving some desserts. Let’s go buy some.”

“I got flour.” Lils didn’t get the hint.

Seokjin yanked her along. “Let’s go, Lils. The two need to handle this themselves.”

“Oh. Oh… Yeah, yeah. We’ll be back! With cakes and macaroons in tow!” She screamed from the main door.

It was only after you heard your door close did you slowly slid your way to Yoongi, who was curled up into a ball in the corner of your cabinets. His tail was slid around his waist and tucked in, ears flattened down onto his hair, and sobs wreaking his body.

You cautiously brought your hand to his shoulder, slowly moving up to caress his hair and finally moving to his ears. Yoongi did not move or stop you, with no signs of tensing. You took this as a sign to continue. Slowly in circular motions, you rubbed the base of his ears, moving to the tip and coming back down, paying attention to the little knots and groans that come out of him.

Yoongi’s sniffles subsided as he leaned his body weight into you against the cabinet, pushing his head into your hands. “More?” You giggled.

“Please…” Yoongi groaned.

Surrendering to his demand, you continued. Only when Yoongi was about to fall asleep on your stomach, did you stop. Yoongi whined. “Whyyy?”

As much as he was adorable and you just wanted to keep going, this wasn’t the point of why you started. “Yoongi, we gotta talk about what happened.”

Yoongi stiffened against your stomach, head curling into himself. “Don’t wanna.”

You sighed. “Yoongi, I will never understand what you’ve gone through, lest how you feel. So I won’t tell you what you should do and what you shouldn’t do. However, I will tell you that - no, I promise you that you are safe with me. I will do whatever I can, within my power, to make you feel safe. Feel safe, Yoongi. That’s home.”

The air was still for the next few moments until Yoongi moved and looked up at you from his position. “Home?” He asked, big brown chocolatey eyes sparkling with wonders. His ears twitched in anticipation.

You nodded. “There is a home here, shall you wish to stay.” You smiled at him.

Yoongi shot up, grabbing you into a tight hug, tail snaking over to grip your waist. He buried his head in your neck, sniffing you away.

“Yeah… Home sounds nice.” You could feel your shirt getting wetter beneath his face. But this time, you cried with him.

Yes, home sounds nice.

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Safe and Sound |Chapter Six|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x F!Reader

Chapter warnings: Not proofread

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au,

Word count: 4.3k (damn I’m proud)

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I’m sorry for any weird parts or typos, I just wanted to get this chapter out. I’ll proofread it soon, I promise. New memberssssss 🤫 yayyyy

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When you wake up the next morning, the cat is still nestled close to you, his head tucked under your chin as one of his paws rests on top of your arm. You smile, scratching his head with your free hand.

The sound the cat makes borders between a meow and a purr (Y’know how cats do that? Or is it just mine?) as he stretches the leg that was previously resting on your arm. “I need a name for you, buddy.” You mumble, running your hand from his hand down his back. The cat picks up his head and looks at you through tired, lidded eyes before laying his head back down, this time on your arm.

You smile, scratching behind his ears before reaching for your phone. The cat huffs at the loss of your hand, rubbing his head along your arm. You giggle, scratching his head making him purr. You pat his head softly before slowly removing your arm from him and taking the blanket off of you, standing up.

The cat huffs again, turning to look at you with a glare. “Sorry, buddy. I’m hungry.” You say with a pout. The cat huffs again before curling into a circle. You give him one last pat before making your way out of your room and downstairs to the kitchen.

—

As you sit on the kitchen counter, scrolling your phone and eating your cereal you see something out of the corner of your eye.

You lift your head from your phone to see the cat waltzing into the kitchen and jumping on the counter beside you, rubbing his head on your arm. You smile, setting your phone down next to him, your other hand holding your bowl of cereal. “Are you hungry?” You ask the cat. He looks up at you before blinking slowly and you take that as your yes.

You hop off the counter, setting your now empty bowl on the counter before getting a plate out of the cabinet. You walk to the fridge and get some chicken out, putting it on the plate before putting it in the microwave.

You take the chicken out when the microwave goes off, double checking to make sure it isn’t too hot before you put the plate in front of the cat. He looks at you and blinks before eating the chicken. You frown as you watch him eat.

‘What should you name him?’ You think.

The cat seems to feel your eyes on him as he looks up at you, licking his chops as he stares at you. The cat cocks his head ever so slightly to the side as he stares at you. You give him a smile, “Just thinking of a name for you, buddy.” You say, as if he could tell you’re upset.

The cat stares at you for another second before he goes back to eating. You reach out and give his head a pat before grabbing your bowl and putting it into the sink then making your way to the living room.

You’re in the living room for hardly a minute when the cat comes prancing in, looking around a few times before he spots you and hops up onto the couch beside you. He crawls into your lap immediately, laying his head on your thigh as his chest starts rumbling with purrs. You smile, reaching down to stroke his fur.

“I need to get you a bath, sweet thing.” The cat's head shoots up at your words, watching you with wide eyes making you laugh. “I don’t know how to take that.” You say with a smile. The cat huffs as his ears pull back before he lays his head back on your thigh, his purrs no longer rumbling in his chest.

You giggle, scratching behind his ears, “I take it you don’t like baths?” You say with a small smile, continuing to stroke his fur. The cat does something eerily akin to a head shake, along with his signature huff. You frown as you scratch behind his ears, earning purrs from the cat in return.

‘What if he’s a hybrid?’

You scoff lightly at the thought. It could be a possibility though, plus his actions are weirdly akin to human actions. You frown slightly as you mull over every action the cat has done in the past few hours since you’d found him.

The cat butts against your arm, and it’s then you realize you’d stopped petting him. You give the cat a small, apologetic smile before you continue to stroke his fur. As you watch some random show that was playing on the tv, you can’t help but wonder if the cat is really a hybrid. It wouldn’t bother you if he was, really, it'd be like having a roommate.

You brush it off for now, relaxing further into the couch as you focus on the tv.

—

You’re unsure how much time has passed, but you know it’s been enough time since you’ve last eaten for you to gather up an appetite again. You look down at the cat in your lap to see him dead asleep, asleep to the point of twitching bringing a smile to your face.

You ease your hands under his body slowly, gently lifting him up and setting him on the couch beside you. You groan as you stretch out your limbs, enjoying the satisfyingly small pops that echo in the room. You get up, making your way to your kitchen.

You open the pantry, scanning its contents and finding nothing to sooth your craving making you move onto the fridge. You pout when nothing catches your eye, closing the fridge and leaning against the counter, mentally listing what food items you may be craving.

You decide on going out and getting Chipotle, heading back to the living room for your keys and shoes. You peek back at the cat to see him still passed out, smiling softly at the sight before opening the door and walking out of your house.

—

When you’re on your way back home, you stop at the pet store you had seen on your way over, figuring you might as well get a few things for your new furry friend. When you walk into the store, you make your way to the cat section.

You look closely at the food brands, making sure you won’t be putting anything bad into the cats system.

You eventually decide on just getting a few cans of tuna and chicken, setting them into the basket hanging off of your arm. You wander further down the aisle, doing one last scan over everything to make sure there’s nothing else you’d need before making your way to the next one over.

The first thing you see are cat toys and catnip, looking over the wide variety of the different toys on display. You grab a bottle of catnip, a small one for now, and a few small toys that will hopefully entertain the cat. The rest of the aisle is mostly cat beds, a few cat towers on the end, none of them very eye-catching, however.

The next aisle holds the rest of the cat towers, and you look over them to see if any would be fun enough for the kitty at home. One catches your eye, it seems decently tall, with a few boxes that the cat would be able to hide in, two perches and a scratching post built into one of the two ramps. You pull the box off the shelf, huffing at the weight.

“Would you like help with that, Miss?” You look up at the voice, seeing a man looking at you with a small smile. You smile gratefully at him, “Yes, please.” The man nods before advancing, lifting up the box like it’s nothing.

“If you’re ready to check out, I can help you out with that, if not I can set this at the front for now.” You nod, “I’m ready to go, yea.” The man nods before leading you to where the checkouts are.

—

You sigh in relief when you set the cat tree down by the door, locking it behind you before pushing the cat tree further into the living room. You look up when you hear claws practically rushing your way, seeing the cat tearing down the stairs and straight toward you.

“Well hi, Kitty.” You say with a smile, bending over to pet him when he got close enough. The cat looks up at you before standing up on his hind legs, resting his front paws on your thighs as loud purrs begin to rumble through his body.

Your smile widens before you sit on the floor fully, scratching behind the cat's ears as he crawls into your lap. “I got you some things.” You say, gesturing to the bag and the cat tower. The cat looks at both items before back up at you, his paws kneading into your legs.

You give him one last pet before gently patting his middle, “I’m hungry, buddy, let’s go eat.” The cat huffs before rubbing against your arm, slumping against you more. “We can cuddle after we eat, buddy, I promise.” The cat huffs again, lifting his head up and staring at you for a moment before getting off of you.

You groan as you stand up, grabbing your bag of food and the bag of things you got from the pet store before making your way to the kitchen. You put the bags on the counter, rifling through the pet store bag and pulling out two cans. You look down at the cat rubbing against your shins before back up at the cans, deciding to go with the hopefully better option, tuna.

You open the can, grabbing a plate and emptying the cans contents on the plate. You grab the plate, looking down as you step back, making sure you don’t either accidentally step on him, or kick him. The cat looks up at you when you step away, following after you as you move to the living room.

You set the plate on the floor beside the couch, heading back to the kitchen to grab your food, taking it back to the living room with you. The cat isn’t anywhere in the living room, confusing you.

You set down your food on the coffee table, turning around, about to go looking for the cat when a meow by your feet stops you. You look down, seeing the cat looking up at you before rubbing against your legs when he grabs your attention.

“Eat buddy, you haven’t eaten for a few hours.” You say, sitting down on the couch before reaching over and gently scratching his head. The cat looks from you to the tuna before back at you, jumping onto the couch and trying to sit on your lap.

You gently push him away, bending over to grab the tuna, setting it on the couch with you. “If you eat we can cuddle, okay?” You mentally laugh at yourself for talking to a cat. The cat huffs before turning to the tuna, as do you turn to your food, taking it out of the bag and opening it.

You’re only about halfway through your food, your attention stuck on a show playing on the tv when you feel something soft against your arm. You turn your head to see the cat staring at you expectantly, bring a small smile to your face as you lift your arm up, giving him access to your lap.

The cat immediately climbs into your lap, laying down and getting comfortable before loud purrs are spilling out of his chest freely. Your smile widens, reaching down to gently stroke his fur with one hand while the other sets your food on the coffee table. The cat turns onto his side, then to his back, stretching out his limbs, staying in the stretching position.

You giggle, gently scratching his stomach, earning, if possible, louder purrs from the cat. You turn your attention back to the tv, relaxing into the couch with a content sigh. You groan when you hear your phone ringing, looking down at your phone beside you. You bite back another groan at the caller ID. Your boss.

You pick up your phone, answering the call before bringing your phone to your ear, “Hello?” You mumble into the phone. Your eyes widen as you start moving the cat off of you, “Yes, yes I’ll be there soon.” The cat huffs as he’s set onto the couch beside you, watching you intently as you stand up before practically rushing upstairs.

When you get back downstairs, this time changed from your pj’s to actual clothes, the cat is off the couch and walking toward you. “I’ll be back buddy, I promise. I just gotta go into work for a little, okay?” The cat stares at you before walking the last few steps between the two of you, rubbing against your shins making you smile.

You reach down to give the cat's head a few soft pats before making your way to your front door, grabbing your keys, then exiting the house.

—

By the time you make it to the facility, Mr. Dubose is outside, rushing to you as you get out of your car. “Thank you so much for coming in, Y/n. These two hybrids showed up a few hours ago but no one has been able to get them to calm down, one looks to be injured, and the other won’t let anyone near the two of them.” You nod at the information, following Mr. Dubose inside and to the room the hybrids are in.

“We managed to get them inside, but they wouldn’t go in without a fight.” You nod, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open. The faint metallic scent of blood is the first thing you notice, the next are the two hybrids huddled in one of the corners, one covering the other with his body. The latter turns to look at you as soon as you enter, squeezing the hybrid further behind him as you fully step into the room.

You crouch down before sitting back on your heels, gently closing the door behind you, your focus solely on the hybrids. “Hi..my name’s Y/n..we just wa-” You’re interrupted by the hybrid launching himself at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in your neck. You freeze, hands hovering just above the hybrid's body as he sobs into your neck. You turn to look at the hybrid that was previously covered only to see him watching you intently, his eyes glossy as he tries to crawl forward.

“W-we thought we’d n-never fi-find you again..” The hybrid plastered against you whispers, circling his arms tighter around you. “I…I’m sorry what?” You ask, your attention focused on the hybrid crawling toward you. “Don’t-dont you remember u-us?” The hybrid crawling towards you asks, finally beside your body.

“I’m sorry..I can’t say I do.” You say with a frown, trying to figure out where you might’ve seen the two hybrids before. “Y-Your dad a-adopted us wh-when we were ki-kids?” Your eyes widen as you immediately wrap an arm around Hoseok, wrapping the other around Jungkook and pulling him close. “Oh my god..I thought I’d never find you guys again oh my god.” You whisper, tears clouding your vision as you pinch your eyes shut, leaning your head onto Hoseoks.

Jungkook plasters himself against you as best as he can, sticking his head into your neck. “God I missed you both so fucking much.” You whisper, pursing your lips to hold back a sob. “We missed you t-too.” Jungkook whispers, wrapping his arms around your middle over Hoseoks.

A knock at the door startles both of the hybrids in your arms, their bodies stiffening as Hoseok subconsciously begins slowly moving the three of you to the wall opposite of the door. “Come in.” You call out softly, squeezing the hybrids tighter to you. Mr. Dubose enters, surprise evident on his features when he sees you on the floor cuddling the hybrids who had refused to even get near anyone. “I see you’ve calmed them down.” Mr. Dubose says with a small smile, only peeking his head in.

“They’re childhood friends of mine.” You say, lifting your head up to look at Mr. Dubose. He nods, eyes flitting between the three of you. “Can you look them over? Make sure they don’t have any injuries or that they at least aren’t bad?” You nod, knowing neither of them will probably want someone near them at the moment with how they were acting earlier.

Mr. Dubose gives you a short nod before his head disappears and the door closes behind him. Hoseok and Jungkook visibly relax, now practically limp in your arms. You give the two one last squeeze before trying to pull them back from your body. Hoseok fights you with a whine, pushing closer while Jungkook sits back on his heels, watching you with tear stained cheeks making you frown.

You reach a hand out, wiping the wet streaks from Jungkook’s face as Hoseok gives you one last squeeze before parting from you, his own cheeks tear stained just like yours and Jungkook’s. “Are any of you injured?” You ask, gently taking Hoseok's face in your hand as you look him over, roaming your gaze over his body, looking for any blood stains or tears in his clothing. Just as you finish your quick scan, Hoseok shakes his head, turning to look at Jungkook, “Kook is though..” He says quietly.

You immediately pull Jungkook closer to you, quickly overlooking his body, seeing small nicks and scratches littered across what you can see of his arms and legs. You start to feel over his body, freezing when he lets out a whimper as you touch his elbow. You look up at his face to see it scrunched in displeasure, cradling his arm close to his chest. You frown, gently pushing up the sleeve of his shirt, looking at his elbow.

You frown at the slightly swollen limb, the area a shade of pink. “What…what happened to you guys?” You ask, almost afraid of the answer as you shift your gaze between the two hybrids. “We uh..we ran away from our o-old home..I got caught in a rose bush..” You frown at Jungkook's words. “And your arm?” You ask, watching Jungkook’s face closely. “He uhm..I wasn’t be-behaving..” your frown deepens as you gently pull Jungkook into your side, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry..” You whisper, gently rocking you and Jungkook back and forth. Jungkook shakes his head against your shoulder, “Was worth it..we found you again.” You sigh, reaching up to tangle your finger in Jungkook’s hair earning a small shudder from him as he goes lax in your hold. You reach down to your belt, picking up your walkie and radioing Mr. Dubose, asking for medical assistance.

You see Hoseok stiffen out of the corner of your eye, giving him a reassuring smile as you put your walkie back down. “Don’t worry. Everyone here is extremely nice and just want to help you guys.” You say, reaching out to gently grasp Hoseok's hand in yours, giving it a small squeeze. Hoseok nods, pulling your hand into his lap and playing with your fingers.

Jungkook whines, nuzzling against your neck making you laugh, continuing to run your fingers through his hair. “Are you gonna take us home?” Hoseok asks, slotting his fingers between your own, looking up at you with nothing but hope in his eyes. “I’m gonna make damn sure I do.” You say, earning a smile from Hoseok and a small laugh from Jungkook. “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take you with me today, though.” You say with a frown, “Dr. Martin will probably want to keep tabs on Kookie for a bit before he leaves.” Hoseok frowns, eyes flitting between you and Jungkook.

“I know you won’t want to leave him. I don’t either. I can see if I can stay a few nights here with you g—shit! I can't.” You groan, laying your head on Jungkook’s with a pout. “What if…what if we stayed at your house and he checked up on us there?” You look at Hoseok, seeing a matching pout playing on his lips as he stares at you. “Maybe…I’m sure I could figure something out.” You say, jumping slightly when the doors open.

You feel Jungkook stiffen in your arms, and see Hoseok stiffen as he drags you and Jungkook close to him. “Y/n? You said you needed medical assistance?” Dr. Martin says, gaze shifting between you and the two hybrids. “Yeah, Jungkook has something going on with his arm, I’m not sure if he broke it or not.” You say, attempting to pull said hybrid from your body. He fights you with a small whine, keeping his body smushed against yours. “I take it you’re close..?” Dr. Martin asks, unsure. You nod, giving him an apologetic smile, “Yeah, my dad adopted these two when I was young.” Dr. Martin nods, sitting down a few steps away from you.

“Can I take a look at your arm, Jungkook?” Dr. Martin asks, gaze shifting between Hoseok and Jungkook. You manage to get Jungkook’s injured arm away from your body, yet his body seems as if it’s super glued to you. “I can work with this, Y/n. Don’t worry.” Dr. Martin gives you a small smile before inching forward.

Hoseok inches back, hand still tightly grasped onto yours, taking you with him for a moment. You turn to Hoseok, giving him another reassuring smile as you squeeze his hand gently. He freezes, eyes locking with yours before he sighs, bending forward until his head rests on your thigh, his unoccupied hand coming up to wrap around your leg. You feel a small jolt from Jungkook, accompanied by a small whimper making you turn your head to Dr. Martin. “Sorry.” He apologizes, giving both you and Jungkook (the side of his head) an apologetic smile.

You jump when Jungkook lets out a small yelp, jumping in your arms. You fight the urge to send Dr. Martin a glare, instead giving him a sideways glance as he sighs. “I can’t really tell, but I think it’s broken.” You frown at his words, pressing your cheek against Jungkook’s hair, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “We’re gonna have to get him an x-ray, but, thankfully we have a machine here.” You nod, gently rocking Jungkook as Dr. Martin backs away and gets up.

“Bun? You’re gonna have to move. We gotta follow Dr. Martin to get your x-ray. We need to know if your arm is broken or not.” Jungkook whines, shaking his head against your neck. “I know, I’m sorry Kook. But I’ll be here, okay?” You look up at Dr. Martin for confirmation, receiving a nod in response. Jungkook still takes a minute, taking a few deep breaths before finally parting from you, his eyes glossy and nose red sending a pang to your heart.

You stand up before helping Jungkook and Hoseok up, offering your hand to Jungkook. He takes it immediately, pulling himself as close to your body as he can. You look up at Dr. Martin, giving him a small nod to which he reciprocates before opening the door and walking out, you, Jungkook and Hoseok following close behind.

“Y/n! You’re back!” You pause, looking behind you to see Jimin coming toward you, Taehyung behind him, a wide smile on the former’s face. “Hi, Jimin. How are you and Taehyung doing?” Jimin and Taehyung finally catch up, walking beside Jungkook. You don’t miss how Jimin gives an unsure glance at the two hybrids beside you, “Ah, we’re good. I’ve missed you.” You smile, “it’s only been a day.” Jimin shrugs.

“Alright, I’m gonna have to take Jungkook in alone.” Dr. Martin says, stopping at a door. You feel Jungkook freeze, his body clinging further to you. “Do I..do I have to go in alone?” You frown at Jungkook’s voice, letting go of Hoseok's hand to place yours on Jungkook’s cheek, gently tilting his head up from your shoulder. “You’ll be okay, yeah? We’ll be right out here.” Jungkook nods, albeit still hesitant as he slowly lets go of you, walking into the room with Dr. Martin.

You let your eyes linger on the door before turning to the three hybrids. “Jimin, Taehyung, this is Hoseok, Hobi this is Taehyung and Jimin.” Jimin looks at Hoseok, giving him a smile, Taehyung doing the same. “This is one of my two best friends I told you about.” Confusion crosses Jimin’s face for a moment before his eyes widen, Taehyung still looking confusedly between you, Jimin and Hoseok. “Ah, sorry, I never told you, my dad adopted two hybrids for me when I was young, Hoseok being one of them,” You say, gesturing to Hoseok. “They were taken by hc when I was young.” Taehyung lets out a small ‘ah’ as he nods.

“Who exactly…are Jimin and Taehyung to you?” Hoseok asks hesitantly, gaze flickering between you, Taehyung and Jimin. “They’re one of the main hybrids I care for.” You say with a smile. You jump when the door behind you swings open, whipping around to see Jungkook rushing out of the room and straight to you. “Kook wha-” You wrap your arms around him as soon as he crashes into you. You freeze when a sob escapes his lips. “I-I hated it in-in there.”

You feel another pair of arms wrap around yours and Jungkook’s body, looking up to see Hoseok looking at Jungkook worriedly. You look up to see Dr. Martin coming out of the room, a small frown playing on his lips as he sees the shaking hybrid in your arms. “He got a little spooked by the x-ray machine..” Dr. Martin says with a sigh. “His arm doesn’t look broken, it seems like it might just be a mild sprain.” You let out a relieved sigh. Maybe they’ll be able to stay at your house after all..

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A/n: again very sorry about any typos or parts that don’t make sense, I’ll try and proofread soon!

#bts ot7 #hybrid #bts #namjoon #Seokjin #yoongi #Hoseok #jimin #taehyung #Jungkook #safe and sound

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skazoo · 9 months

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fire to the rain.

↳ min yoongi x f!reader x jung hoseok

a crime lord, a mental hospital escapee, and a sociopath detective enter a bar.

length. 2.3k

genre. angst, thriller!au?? i REALLY don't know how to label this, agust d and jack do their own thing ig

warnings/tags. language, mention of mental illnesses, murder, arson, implied organized crime, dark themes overall. in this fic's seoul mental hospitals still exist, like arkham asylum/ahs: asylum stile idk it doesn't really serve anything but i imagined it this way.

networks. @kflixnet k-labels

notes. i finally get to publish this fic after soso long can i get an hallelujah?!?! also jack and agust d need to be in a movie together i really need it.

last but not least infinite thanks to the best beta reader i could ask for <3 @l00pyluluo7 MY angel 🫶🏼

hope you like it!

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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a crime lord, a mental hospital escapee, and a sociopath detective enter a bar.

you think back to yesterday and you have a hard time recognizing which part of the so-called joke is funny but it was one of the rare times yoongi laughed when hoseok said it so you guess it’s just a you problem.

rain falls relentlessly on seoul’s concrete streets, the raindrops biting into your skin like needles. you walk slowly, hands in your pockets and the hood of your jacket pulled over your head, almost covering your vision. you let your eyes scan the dark alley you’re about to enter, but you see nothing other than a few plastic bags from the restaurant in the front of the building and a stray cat looking for something to eat.

according to the message you received in the dead of night from a —ironically— familiar unknown number, the meet-up is supposed to happen early in the morning but as of right now the sky is dark, the rising sun completely hidden behind a thick layer of ominous clouds. a milky mist bathes the city that has yet to wake up in a gray hue and morning seems nowhere to be seen.

you grimace.

if anyone were to ask you, seoul doesn’t deserve anything.

the freezing cold in winter, the scorching hot summer, the rancid smell, its unforgiving nature, the city you were born in has never done anything for you. not when you grew up in foster care, not when you were denied the same opportunities as your peers because of your ‘slightly disturbing’ nature, not when you joined the police. if anyone were to ask you, in all the years you’ve been alive, seoul has never shown kindness and you’ve come to the point you’d rather see it burn than be a silent victim of its cruel ways.

no one ever asked you, though. not until you met him first and the other second.

they knew what you were talking about when you told them what went on inside of you and be it in loneliness or personal gain, they enabled you in the only way they knew how. with gasoline. setting fire to the rain.

the phone in your hand says it’s 5:26am. you still have time.

you fish for the unopened pack of cigarettes in your pockets.

it’s weird how the first thing you think about is sergeant kim and his passionate hate for your addiction. sergeant kim and the conversation you had almost four hours ago.

his voice was a quiet thing when he found you outside of the police station when it still wasn’t raining.

“detective L/N.”

“sergeant kim.”

“the fires are getting more frequent.”

you let the smoke wash soothingly over your lungs. kept it there before lazily pushing it out. “they are.”

he stood in silence, leaning on the other side of the door, looking at you with a grave frown.

“it’s dangerous, detective.”

you buried yourself further into your jacket and turned your head in his direction, a minimal movement that spurred him to go on.

“and it’s arson,” voice low as he looked around the outside of the station. it was late. uncharacteristically so for him but your case must have been keeping him up at night more than you thought it would. maybe you underestimated his love for the job or his fear for his failures, you don’t know. you don’t particularly care either.

“i thought we’d already agreed on it when we took the case, sergeant. it is malicious. it is arson.”

he frowned and shook his head.

you’ve noticed he often gets these fits of frustration in which he struggles to make you understand exactly how certain things make him feel, as if he needs to explain the reason he’s not comfortable. you think he does it unconsciously but you wonder if sometimes he catches a glimpse of what goes on in your head and his desperation it’s just him trying with all his might to pull you away from something you both know is not pretty. something he knows would put a premature end to whatever relationship he created between the two of you.

“it’s murder,” just above a whisper. “Y/N, we’re looking for a single man, a madman, a psychopath that uses the same brand of matches every time he burns something down but i’m starting to think it might be a group? do you think it could be possible? i just can’t think about the actions of a single person causing so much pain i–”

“what? so it would take this case from having a chilling lack of ethics to just being ethically questionable? would it make you sleep better at night?”

he stared at you as you let out another puff of smoke that curled around itself and vanished in the night air. it smelled like rain. you thought you saw a gust of lighting from behind a building.

“Y/N, i’m worried about this. i’m worried about you.”

that was a weird thing to hear, naive too, you thought.

sergeant kim namjoon. you’ve known him for years. polite, respectful, driven, maybe too driven. your partner in this last case. he took a particular liking to you after you helped him catch an abuser his first year of being sergeant and as much as it was inexplicable to you it was very easy for him to consider you in no time something more than a mere coworker, a friend, even. you realized with time that he craved human connections no one around the station or the city was eager to give him and he found in your uninterested passivity a sign of acceptance of a new friendship. but you don’t think he’s the clueless, clumsy man he portrays himself to be most of the time. you think he’s just a person who’s so desperate that he’d turn a blind eye, a deaf ear to the wolf in sheep’s clothing working alongside him if it meant he could keep someone close to his pathetically lonely heart. you think he’d be considered wretched and rotten and insane just like the rest of you.

when you didn’t answer he shook his head again. a slow hand passed over his tired face as if to wash away the stuff of nightmares you both have to work with.

“whatever organization or– or crazy person– i don’t know but whoever is doing this knows we’re looking for them. you and i, Y/N. and i’m used to your indifference but i’m worried you’re not taking this seriously. they’re getting closer, i can feel their eyes everywhere i go and i– this group is–”

“sergeant…”

he squeezed his eyes shut. to avoid tears from falling from his watery eyes? to ground himself in the shitty reality he’s cursed to live in?

“will you ever call me by my name?”

fuck, he really was naive. still is. always will be.

“sergeant,” you smiled more to yourself than anything but you saw him clinging to it as if it was his lifeline. “don’t compromise yourself over things you wish were true because they’re easier to come to terms with.” he hung from your words. he alway does. “don’t compromise yourself. you’re all you have, sergeant.”

on that occasion you don’t know why you said those words if to really speak to him and reassure him or to drive him away from your business. you just know you did and it seemed to free him of something and burden you of something else. you just know that sergeant kim namjoon passes through your mind numerous times in the weeks that follow the conversation.

you’re walking further in the alley when you’re forced back to the rainy present by the sound your ears capture in the drowsy silence of the early morning. you take off your hood to listen.

someone is following you. you can hear their footsteps, speeding when you are speeding, slowing down when you do the same. you stop in place. you can feel their presence, hear their breathing, their arms stretching out towards you, a hand coming from behind and reaching out.

a single lit match floats in front of you held by a bodiless fingers.

“surprise.” barely audible, whispered into your neck.

your mouth pulls into a small smile as you stretch your neck to light the cigarette you’re keeping between your lips.

“it’s 5:37.”

a silent kiss is placed on the exposed skin between your jacket and your hair.

“i know.”

“you’re late.” you muse. a drag of the cigarette and you gently blow the smoke in the dark in front of you.

the voice talking to you finally gets a face when the man behind you slowly circles you. he lets his hands travel from your shoulder to your waist as he comes standing in front of you. his eyes are crinkled with glee, his usually mischievous grin softens when he sees how you’re looking at him: amusement hidden by a thin veil of annoyance.

he takes your face in his hands, a rough thumb swipes over your cheekbone. the smell of sulfur hides his usually earthly perfume.

“seven minutes, love.”

“seven minutes late.”

he huffs out a laugh and lets his hands pass through the wet strands of his hair.

he looks good even with ash in them and eye bags under his eyes.

it makes you feel weird when you think about these things. when you find yourself admiring him as if you’ve finally found something worthy in the pool of mediocrity you’ve been swimming in since you can remember. it never occurred to you that people —insipid, dull, hypocritical— could make you feel like you didn’t want the world to end anymore.

they both made you change that about yourself and at first it was alarming how quickly you fell into them. you don’t know what it was but for the first time, you felt seen. not understood or full, no they couldn’t do that with you just as much you couldn’t understand or fill them, but you were visible. you were there, and they were too.

hoseok lazily looks around the dark alley one last time before taking your hand in his and gently pulling you along inside the building, to the flights of stairs that take you to the roof.

you know that with his silence he’s giving you the time to come back to yourself, to hide again what you know he’s already seen time and time again. it’s still hard for you to freely show what you feel but they’ve never pushed you and often you find yourself wanting to tell them how glad you are about it.

“he’s late too, you know. i hope he gets the same treatment when he arrives, mh?” he quips once you reach the roof and the other man’s dark mop of hair is not standing there, tapping an impatient foot on the cement floor.

“he has responsibilities. he’s gonna be late sometimes.”

hoseok gasps, “and i don’t?!”

“your only responsibilities are lighting a match and hiding from whatever mental hospital you ran away from, jack. stop whining, you know i don’t particularly like it when you do it.”

he pouts as you blow smoke in his face. you know he wants to argue against words that are nothing more than simple truth but he settles on whining more. “and i don’t like it when you call me jack.”

“i know.”

“then why do you do it?”

“you’re cute when you’re upset, hobi.”

he sputters out something about indulging crazy people just as the rusty door of the rooftop creaks open.

he stands there. the healed scar on his eyes casts a dark shadow on his porcelain skin. he looks the part, you think. born and raised in the same city that doomed you from the start. you also think that’s why you found him and he found you. you’re not that different.

you take the last drag of the cigarette and throw the butt on the floor, putting it out with the heel of your boots.

“did you finish the job?”

you look up at him as hoseok stands behind you. his hand sneaks to your waist. you know he’s sending a proud smile to yoongi.

“you know we always do,” you answer calmly, truthfully. it’s just facts. you always do. you always follow through with his requests. this time it was seoul police getting too comfortable snooping around his business, the next time could be one of his allies threatening his authority a little too much. he trusts you. you trust him. it’s a mutual act of something akin to what people call love. it’s not even that absurd if one thinks about all the things people say they do for love. you’re just humans like the rest of them. fragments of decay.

“and they said i had ‘behavioral issues’” hoseok scoffs from behind you.

yoongi smiles at the picture in front of him. he takes your hand in his, kisses your knuckles. does the same with hoseok. sweeps a thumb over a dark smudge of coal on his cheek.

the sun must have risen behind the thick layer of clouds —the bubbling of the tempest can be heard in the distance. the three of you stand there, huddled close, subtly holding hands. dark smoke, the blaring siren of an alarm, and faint screams rise from the police station in front of the office building you're in while the rain still cascades unforgiving from the heavens.

a crime lord, a mental hospital escapee, and a sociopath detective enter a bar.

you still don’t get it but you let out a silent chuckle anyway. if it made your partners laugh that much in bed last night then it truly must be funny.

end note. i didn't want to put this at the beginning bc i didn't want to spoil anything but i started writing joon's texts/ voicemails to Y/N after the 'incident' and if you're curious pls tell me i can finish them and maybe do a little drabble spin off on that! lmk <33

#hoseok x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #kflixnet #k-labels #jung hoseok x reader #min yoongi x reader #bts angst #yoongi angst #hoseok angst #bts fan fiction #bts x you #yoongi x you #hoseok x you

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 7 months

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🍂 pairing: yoongi x reader (platonic) 🍂 rating: pg 🍂 au: "over the garden wall"-esque 🍂 genre: autumn?? a lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff 🍂 this part: you wake up on a bench in a forest, with no memory before then of recollection of how you got there. the person greeting you gives you three options: going into the Great Unknown (never to be seen again), wandering the woods (until you become an Edelwood tree), or spending a month in Devil Town. 🍂 tw: none for this part 🍂 wc: ~3.5k 🍂 track: Devil Town ~ Cavetown: "Life's alright in Devil Town, yeah, right, no one's gonna catch us now." (subtrack, Come Little Children ~ Adriana Figueroa, FamilyJules) 🍂 devil town masterlist 🍂 main masterlist 🍂 an: ahhh i can't believe it's finally here!! super special thanks and shout-out to @theharrowing for being the catalyst, inspo, and beta for this little project. i really hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think!

"Led thru the mist, by the milk-light of moon..."

A warm forest canopy greeted you when you opened your eyes, the vibrant reds and oranges of the leaves dense enough you couldn't see the sky. The surface beneath you was hard and cold, with uncomfortable ridges digging into your back. The air was a little chilly, a little misty. You looked around, trying to get your bearings.

The tree trunks were thicker than you'd ever seen before, the bark on them nearly black, with strange holes and creases that almost looked like faces. Slowly, you sat up, carefully moving your limbs to stretch them out. You were lying on a bench, you discovered, in a small clearing next to a well-worn path.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

"Hey." The voice was quiet and calm, but it still startled you. You thought you were alone out here. "How are you feeling?" You turned towards the sound and watched as a person came into view, almost like he was materializing from the mist between the trees itself.

"Who are you?" You asked as you moved backwards on the bench, hoping to keep some kind of distance between him and yourself. If you had a better idea of where you were, you would've run.

"I am the Guide," he answered, coming further out of the shadows. His hair was light and windswept, his face soft, his cat-like eyes deep and sharp. He kept his hands in the pockets of his coat. You weren't sure if that was comforting or not.

He also didn't really answer your question. "What does that mean?"

"It's pretty straight forward," he responded, "I guide. And I know you have plenty of questions, so just get them out now."

For right now, at least, he didn't seem to be a danger to you. If he was, he would've done something by now. Or maybe he was luring you into a false sense of security, getting you to drop your guard, and then he would strike. Still, he was offering answers of some kind, and you were in desperate need of those, however you could get them.

"Where am I?" You asked as you looked around again, hoping for greater understanding of the woods you had awoken in.

"You are in the Unknown."

Your gaze shot back to him, the Guide. "What does that mean??" You snapped more than asked, because while that was technically an answer, it still didn't tell you anything.

The Guide only shrugged, "If anyone knew, it wouldn't be called 'the Unknown', now would it?"

You could only blink at him, at his non-answers that he probably believed to be helpful. It took you a moment to regather your thoughts and move on to the next most pressing question. "Okay, so, what am I doing here?"

He didn't respond immediately this time. Instead, he opened and closed his mouth, the look on his face growing increasingly more frustrated. You glanced down, a movement in his coat pockets capturing your attention. It looked like his hands were shaking, or maybe he was clenching and unclenching his fists.

"I can't tell you that," he finally said, his voice less soft and comforting, carrying a bit of that frustration in its tone.

"Why not?"

"I can't tell you that either," he huffed. You opened your mouth again, but he continued, "And before you ask why again, know that I want to. I always want to. But I can't get the words out of my mouth. I'm not allowed to."

You felt just as frustrated as he looked. "So what can you do?"

That question seemed to relax him again, his body returning to its odd stillness as he continued to stand there. "I can tell you about the options you have now that you're here."

"Options?" You repeated. "Like what?"

The Guide finally pulled one of his hands out of his pockets, holding a single finger up. "Well, option one: you can walk off in that general direction," he gestured to your right, "towards the light, and enter into the Great Unknown." You turned to look where he indicated.

The path that the bench was next to led either left or right, and the way right was significantly brighter than its opposite. Despite the friendly glow, you felt unnerved.

"But don't people always say 'don't go into the light'?" Because going into the light often meant death.

"And you could listen to them," he said. "Those who choose to go into the Great Unknown are never seen or heard from again. But ultimately, that choice is up to you."

So that way was definitely death.

You looked back at him, hoping for something better. "And option two?"

"Option two is wandering around the woods here," the guide looked around at the trees, "until you eventually and inevitably turn into an Edelwood tree, whose wood—according to legend—is then harvested and turned into oil to be used in some ancient lantern that harbors the soul of the Beast that also wanders the wood."

Now you looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm sorry, what??" He didn't miss a beat or bat an eye, his voice stayed the same even, monotonous tone, he said all of that like it was just another day here, wherever you really were.

"According to legend," he repeated, then shrugging, added, "again, no one really knows. Supposedly, a couple of kids arrived in the Unknown a while back, and they defeated the Beast before taking their leave." He looked away from you again, turning his gaze to the closest tree and slowly looking up. "But if the Beast were truly gone, then why are people still turning into Edelwood trees?"

You paid closer attention to the trees surrounding you now, with their nearly black bark and face-like holes and creases, and felt hundreds of empty eyes fall on you in return. How many people had wandered through the woods here for the forest to become this dense? How many ghosts of screams could you hear echoing on the breeze?

How long would it take the same fate to befall you?

"Is there a third option?" You asked, much more subdued than your recent questions. Part of you wondered if the trees could hear you as well.

"Of course," the Guide answered, and you felt your shoulders relax just a bit at that. "Your third and last option is to spend a month in Devil Town."

You had to close your eyes and take a moment to breathe, to tell yourself to remain calm. "Devil Town."

"Yes. It's not an actual town of devils, that's just its name."

"And no one knows why?" You guessed, opening your eyes to glare at him again.

He merely shrugged, "If we did, it wouldn't be in the Unknown."

You forced yourself to breathe slower, counting to ten in your mind. Yes, the Guide had answered every question you asked, but every answer was a non-answer. They didn't satisfy any of the curiosity you possessed, they simply led to more questions and even more non-answers.

"So my options are, one: definitely death; two: becoming a tree; or three: going to someplace called Devil Town?"

"For a month."

"Huh?"

"If you choose to go to Devil Town, you can only stay for a month," he explained.

"What happens after a month?"

"You get kicked out and you have to make an official choice. Either the Great Unknown, or the woods."

"So if death and tree are my only options in the end, then why bother with Devil Town at all?"

"Well," he started, but then paused. He looked frustrated again, like there were things he wanted to say but wasn't allowed to. Finally, he sighed. "They're your only options in the end right now. Depending on how things go in Devil Town, when your month is up you could have some other, more rare options opened up to you."

That was the first bit of good news you had heard since you woke up. "Like what?"

"Like..." he paused again, still struggling against whatever force was trying to keep him silent. When he spoke again, this time he sounded strained. "Like staying in Devil Town permanently, or, even more unlikely, going home."

You almost stood up in excitement. "If I spend a month in Devil Town, I can go home?"

"Maybe. Again, it depends. There's a lot of things that factor into that becoming an option, and very few have ever achieved it."

"But there's a chance," you insisted.

"Yes," he conceded, starting to relax again.

Part of you wanted to jump up and start heading to the ill-named town, whatever direction it was in, but the other part of yourself held back. "Is that chance worth it?" You dared to ask.

"That's up to you," he responded, yet another non-answer.

You rolled your eyes, wondering when this cycle of questions and non-answers was going to end. "Well, you're the guide! Guide me!"

The Guide shook his head, "I can only guide you towards the Great Unknown or to Devil Town, but you have to choose first."

Something about that made you curious. "Did you choose Devil Town?"

"I did," he nodded, "and then I chose to stay."

"What's it like there?" If this was your best option, you at least wanted to know as much about it as you could before you officially chose it.

He shrugged, "Life's alright in Devil Town. There's not really much to do there, but plenty of people to talk to."

"When does the month start?"

"Once you set foot in the town limits. After that, you have to stay within those limits, or things start getting… messy."

"Messy how?"

"I can't talk about it," he almost snapped, probably getting annoyed at your ability to ask questions he can't answer the way he wanted to. You wanted to ask about that, but figured he wouldn't be able to tell you about that either. "Now, is Devil Town your choice?"

You took one last look to your right, towards where the Great Unknown lied, and then looked up at the trees around you. Death and tree would not give you a chance to get home. You took a deep breath, relishing the cool air, and stood up. "Yes. I'll go to Devil Town."

The Guide nodded, then turned towards your left and started down the path. "Follow me."

You walked behind him in silence. He didn't seem to be much for conversation now that you had made your choice. You looked around as you walked, trying to take in and appreciate your new surroundings, but the trees all looked like they were watching you and you couldn't hear any animals hiding up in the branches. The only sounds you could make out were your combined footsteps on the dirt and the wind rustling through the leaves.

You weren't sure how long had passed before you finally cracked and broke the silence yourself. "Do you have a name?"

"I am the Guide," he responded, rather curtly in comparison to your earlier questions.

"That's a title," you shot back. "Do you have a name? Something people call you when they're talking about you or they're trying to get your attention?"

He didn't answer you right away, and you thought he wasn't going to, that you would go back to walking in silence. After a bit more walking, however, he sighed and said, "I did once. Now I am the Guide, and that's how people refer to me."

"Just, the Guide? There's nothing else?"

"Yes." He stopped walking to turn and look at you, and you nearly ran into him. "Whoever we came to Devil Town as, that's not who we are anymore, so we don't have these 'names'." The Guide turned around again and continued on his way. "You'll understand more after some time there."

You didn't move for a moment, lost in thought wondering what he meant. How did someone just not have a name anymore? And why did he sound a little sad when he said it?

You shook yourself from your ponderings and ran a bit to catch up with him. The last thing you wanted was to get left behind, in fear that you'd end up lost and then turn into a tree anyway. You didn't ask him any more questions, instead letting him guide you in peace.

Soon, you could see a break in the trees ahead of you, and through the mist you could make out the silhouettes of buildings. You started to feel anticipation crawl up your spine as you grew closer, and you wondered at what point you crossed the town limits. Had your month started already?

You could practically feel the mist on your skin as you came out of the tree line, moist and sticky and cold. You wrapped your arms around yourself and walked a bit closer to the Guide, not wanting to lose him. In front of you, Devil Town came fully into view.

The streets were made of cobblestone, with not a sidewalk or stoplight in sight. People loitered around the sides of buildings made of brick, or by lampposts that flickered as if their light was from a candle instead of a lightbulb. Everyone was dressed similarly, in coats that looked fuzzy and warm, with plaid scarves wrapped tightly around their necks. Many of the adults wore formal hats, while children had beanies or earmuffs.

It was like you stumbled into a ghost town that someone had decided to bring back to life, albeit unsuccessfully, and the remnants had yet to fade away again.

As the Guide led you further into Devil Town, an important question came to mind. "Where will I stay?" There were so many small buildings and even smaller shops, but you had yet to see anything that resembled a house or apartment complex.

"With the Fool," he answered, though it didn't give you any more confidence. "He has a book shop with a spare room. That's where most people like you stay until the month is up."

"How do I unlock the option to go home?" You whispered this question, not wanting anyone to overhear you. Home must be a touchy subject for those who were still here. "Is there something specific I need to do?"

The Guide only sighed in frustration, a sound you were starting to get used to. "I can't tell you that." It didn't deter you this time, you simply changed your question.

"What can you tell me?"

He took his time answering you again, this time waiting until the two of you were standing in front of a wooden door. With one hand on the doorknob, the Guide turned to look at you. The intensity of his gaze—locked dead onto yours—forced you back a step.

When he spoke, that intensity was carried through his voice, quiet but pointed. "Devil Town is tricky, and those who are here are trickier. Whatever it is you are running from, it won't catch you here. It can't. But that doesn't mean you're safe. Don't trust anyone, not even me, and especially not yourself."

He didn't give you a moment to recover, to process his words, before turning the knob and pushing inside the building, leaving you to follow after hesitantly.

"Ah, the Guide!" A new, deeper, cheerier voice said. "What brings you here? Another lost soul to harbor?"

You didn't like the term lost soul.

You looked around as they spoke, at the shelves and shelves of books. Or, book. Maybe you were tired or maybe you had become too confused, but it looked like every book was an exact copy of the one next to it: same height, same thickness, same color, same title.

What kind of bookshop only sold one book?

"Yes," came the response from the only person you had met so far. "Is your spare room empty?"

"Of course!" You finally looked at the new person, the Fool, the Guide had said. He was much taller, and was actually smiling at you, with deep dimples in his cheeks. He seemed much kinder than the Guide had when you first met him, but his words outside the shop still reverberated around in your head. "It's right this way," he gestured behind him, "please follow me, miss…?" He trailed off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

That was when you realized, the Guide had never asked for your name. He never wondered who you were, beyond "another lost soul" to guide through the Unknown.

Don't trust anyone, not even me, especially not yourself.

What scared you the most, however, was that you couldn't answer his question.

"I don't remember," you told them, your voice small and shaky in a way it hadn't been since you woke up on that bench. You were confused, you were concerned, but you hadn't necessarily been scared. "I don't remember my name." You looked back and forth between them, hoping for some kind of help, though you weren't sure what either could offer you.

The Guide merely blinked at your words, probably having heard them before, countless times from countless others he's had to do this with since he chose to stay here. The Fool continued smiling at you, also not concerned but seeming to offer you more comfort.

"That's alright," the Fool shrugged, "you can pick out who you are later. I'll help you, if you like." You wanted his offer to be kind and generous, but it only reminded you of the conversation you had with the Guide on the way here and it only added to the fear that now had a solid grip around your throat.

Still, you walked towards the Fool, wanting to lay down and rest and get a proper moment to think and process everything that had happened. You did try to keep your distance from the bookshelves, still put off by the repeating book.

"Take care of her," the Guide said, taking his own steps towards the door.

"You know I will."

"I know you will try," the Guide sighed, "we'll see what happens. And for you."

You looked back at him, "Yes?"

"Your time has started. Be careful with what you do with it." The Guide turned away, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn it, though, instead his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was grasping it. "And whatever you do, stay away from the Loner."

The Guide sounded strained again, like he was specifically trying to get those words out, like it was something he wasn't supposed to be telling you but managed to anyway.. With that final warning, he pulled the door open and exited the bookshop, leaving you alone with the Fool.

"Don't mind him so much," the Fool tried again to comfort you as he led you down a small hallway and up a short staircase. "He tries to act all intense but he's practically harmless." You didn't respond, still worried about too many things, still trying to process everything that was happening.

He stopped outside a simple wooden door and gently pushed it open for you. "Here is your room," he said, "get yourself situated, rest if you like. I'll be downstairs."

You stepped into the space, cozy but still void of any life. A single bed, a chair in a corner, a wardrobe in the opposite one. The window was thin and didn't have much of a view, but it didn't let the cold in.

"Thank you, um..." you trailed off, still unused to the strange naming system. You felt especially uncomfortable calling him the Fool.

"The Fool," he said for you, still smiling. A strange and silly part of you wanted to poke his dimples, just to see if they were real. "And you're welcome. Don't worry too much about forgetting your name. Like I said, we can pick one out for you."

With that, the Fool left you alone, closing the door but not all the way, giving you space but letting you know if you needed something you could go to him.

You went over to the wardrobe, gently tugging on the vintage-looking knobs, worried they would pop out if you pulled too hard. The doors creaked open, showing you clothes similar in fashion to what the people in town were wearing, all dark tones with simple patterns, somewhere between vintage pioneer and modern school uniforms. You shrugged off your current coat, the long, dark brown one you didn't remember how you had gotten, and hung it up on an empty hanger.

Then you tenderly sat on the bed, testing out the mattress before putting your full weight on it. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than the bench you woke up on.

Why did you wake up on a bench?

How did you get here?

What had you gotten yourself into?

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Blinding Lights Chapter Four

Hey guys, sorry about my impromptu break. The whole thing about Moonbin broke me. I had to step away for a bit. I didn’t want to write. Astro has always been my comfort group so I was struggling. I’m excited to get back into writing though. I hope you guys enjoy the new installment and thanks for all of the positive feedback!

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Reader (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever Hoseok (Beta), Wolf Namjoon (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger Taehyung (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

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Word Count: 3534

Description: Y/N has spent the past seven years trapped in a hole in the floor. Forced in horrible situations she wished nothing more than to escape. When escape presents itself in the form of a group of seven hybrids, surely she must have finally snapped. Now, she has to figure out how a normal life works after being trapped in perpetual hell with her suddenly appearing mates.

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Waking up sandwiched between Yoongi and Hoseok is warm and comfortable. Hoseok has flipped onto his back, I’m curled into his side and Yoongi is wrapped around my back. My cheek rests on Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok’s hand comes up to rest on my head, his fingers combing through my hair.

“Good Morning,” I whisper softly, glancing up at him.

“Good Morning, Sweet Girl,” His lips whisper across my hair.

We lay together for a while, whispering back and forth so we don’t wake Yoongi. He tells me stories of his time with the boys, some funny, some much less so. It helps me learn a lot about some of the other boys, specifically Namjoon and Jin, who I had spent the least amount of time with. They both seem to be rather busy, most of the time.

“So, Taehyung has a job? Like, how Jin has his own job? Where it isn’t involved in whatever it is you guys do?” I give him a perplexed look. He chuckles at my expression.

“Yeah. He works at an Art Museum. He does tours and sometimes, they let him display and sell his own pieces. That’s why he has an art studio. He goes through spurts of creating and he hasn’t been sleeping much because of it. He’s working hard,” His finger dances across my cheek, his touch soft and light.

“Hmm. That’s cool. It suits him. He is kind of like that hermit artist boyfriend that no one quit sure exists until they perceive him,” Yoongi’s arms tighten around me, his lips whispering against my neck.

“That was a lot of big words for this early in the morning,” Yoongi’s sleepy voice brushes along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he noses my scent gland. A knock at the door interrupts the moment.

“Time to get up, babies. The cleaning crew is going to be here soon so we need to get breakfast in us. Jin just called out and got some take out so clean up will be easy,” Namjoon’s head sticks in the cracked door,” Is Tae with you guys?”

“No, just us three in here last night,” Hoseok gives him a confused look. Something about the question makes me uneasy.

“I’ll look for him. You guys go eat. I’m not really hungry yet,” I untangle myself from the boys and give Hoseok a quick kiss on the cheek, followed by a quick peck to Yoongi. I try not to get self conscious that all eyes are on me. I hop up and make my way to the door.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon’s words are worried as he opens the door further to let me out.

“Yeah. I don’t know if I can be down there right now. I’d rather look for Tae,” I pat his arm as I slip past. The first place I look is his art studio. When I open the door, I can’t help but gasp.

Smashed canvases litter the floor, some with various paintings on them. The pottery wheels we had used are over turned and crushed. A glance to the right shows a trashed supplies closet, various paints and clay and paint brushes decorate the floor, creating a huge mess. In the middle of the room, Taehyung kneels on the floor, his hands pressed to the floor and silent sobs racking through his body. His lips press together in an attempt to silence them.

“Oh, baby,” I approach him cautiously in case he doesn’t want me near, kneeling in front of him and wiping the tears from his face.

“They’re ruined,” His voice is broken and small, choked by tears,” My whole exhibition is ruined. They were going to let me have my own temporary installment but all of my work is gone.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” My fingers furiously wipe away every tear that falls. Tae’s cool scent is almost nonexistent, a ashy smell instead permeating the air. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer, wrapping my arms around him. His face buries in my neck as he unleashes his sobs,” I won’t tell you it’s going to be okay. I don’t know if there will ever be a time you’re okay with it. But I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Use me to hide until you feel like you’ll be okay.”

With some maneuvering, his face never leaving my neck, Taehyung sits cross legged on the floor with me in his lap. I hum quietly, running my fingers through his hair and just holding him. It’s only when his sobs begin to slow that the door bursts open. Jimin comes barreling through the door, a bag in his hand. His eyes widen when he realizes that Taehyung is crying and he drops the bag, his cinnamon apple scent wafting through the air.

“Tae-“ Jimin seems lost for words as he takes in the destruction. He sits behind Taehyung, wrapping his arms around him, his face nestled between Tae’s shoulder blades. Taehyung leans back into him, his sobs finally lessening into small whimpers. We remain silent as his head grows heavier and heavier on my shoulder. When his breathing evens out, that’s when I realize that he has fallen asleep.

“Jimin, you were supposed to be up here making sure they ate,” Hoseok’s tone is a joking scold as he steps into the room,” Aweeee, look at our cute little Omegas taking care of our Beta.”

Hoseok ruffles Jimin and I’s hair, causing me to blush. He reaches between the two of us and lifts Taehyung surprisingly easily. Namjoon hands me the forgotten bag on the floor, the food probably long cold. I eat a little bit but I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t hungry. Flashes of yesterday still flash through my mind. Holding Tae is the only time that I couldn’t feel that moment overwhelming me. It seems that being in my mate’s arms calms my still panicked Omega. She keeps thinking that our mates will begin to hate us, that Tae will begin to hate us because it’s our fault his studio was trashed.

“You should eat a little more, baby girl. The cleaners are gonna be here soon. It’s gonna be a long day,” Namjoon sits on the floor beside me, taking the partially eaten breakfast sandwich from my hand and holding it up to my mouth. Something about our Alpha feeding us has my Omega purring. I eat a few more bites before gently pushing his wrist away.

“I don’t wanna get sick,” I gnaw on my bottom lip, my hands falling in my lap,” Do you think Tae will be mad at me?”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrow in confusion. I quickly look down at my hands, my thumbs twisting together.

“It’s my fault his studio was trashed,” My voice is small,” They were looking for me. Maybe if-“

“Hey,” His fingers close around my chin, bringing my eyes up to his,” Get out of that head of yours. No one is mad. This isn’t your fault. None of this is. You didn’t trash his studio. I would much rather have a trashed house and you still here and breathing than a clean house and no you. Tae would feel the same.”

“We all do,” Jungkook pipes up. I jump a little, not realizing he was there,” The cleaners are here. We should vacate the room for now. Did we decide what we were gonna do for the day?”

“I hadn’t gotten that far. We thought you might like to go out with us for the day. Maybe have a little date,” Namjoon’s dimpled smile eases some of my tension at the idea,” Hoseok should have Tae ready to leave soon. He’s going to need a distraction for the day, anyway.”

“So, shopping at the big mall then? And the art supply store so he we can get him anything he needs to restock?” Jungkook pulls out his phone,” Is there anywhere else we need to go? Everyone’s going right? We all took the next few days off, right?”

“Whoa, slow down,” Namjoon stands and gathers the trash,” We could probably make a day of it. Get dinner, see a movie, maybe go to that arcade you and Jungkook wanted to go to. That should do it, I think. Try to keep it simple but give them enough time to get everything cleaned up.”

“Time to get the baby ready then. I volunteer!” Jungkook slips his phone back him his pocket and turns his attention to me. I quirk an eyebrow at him.

“You do know that I’m older than you, right?” I finally stand, stretching up on my toes for a second to loosen the tense muscles.

“No way, you’re way too tiny to be older than me,” Jungkook gives me an incredulous look. I roll my eyes.

“I’m a munchkin cat, of course I’m short. I’m the same age as Jimin, from what Hoseok said. That being said, I don’t think I need help picking out an outfit… unless you think I’m going to embarrass you,” I didn’t mean to include the last comment but the words flowed out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“No, never baby,” Jungkook steps closer, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks,” I just wanted an excuse to spend time with you.”

“Why don’t we all go get ready? It’s gonna be a long day,” Namjoon suggests. We all disperse, heading to our rooms to get clothes and change. If we’re going to be busy, I decide on a cute but comfortable outfit. A simple dress, some leggings, and some boots. I grab my phone from my night stand and shove it in a small purse that the boys had gotten me. It feels weird being in normal clothes. Some days, it’s like I’m back seven years ago and I’m just a normal girl. I feel anxious as I make my way downstairs. I can’t look in the direction of the kitchen. My arms wrap around myself, my body shaking slightly.

“Come here, pretty girl,” Jin smiles brightly at me, opening his arms. I enter them without thinking, my Omega begging for comfort. The comfort from another Omega always hits differently. She purrs as I nuzzle my face into his chest. It doesn’t take long for everyone to gather downstairs. One look at Taehyung’s face has me leaving Jin’s arms and wrapping my arms around him. I scent him gently, hoping to help him feel a little better. He clutches me to him tightly.

We disperse into two different SUVs. I sit cuddled into Taehyung’s lap with Jimin plastered against his side. Yoongi is driving with Hoseok acting as his navigator. Jungkook drives the other car with Namjoon and Jin. The mall we pull up to is massive. My eyes widen at the sight. We get out and Jin immediately kidnaps Taehyung, saying something about spoiling his baby boy. Yoongi stops in front of Jimin and I, holding out a black rectangle to me. I take it hesitantly.

“In case you find something you want. We’ve been meaning to give you one anyway,” In my hand lays a credit card.

“But I-“ I want to tell him that I didn’t contribute any money to it but he stops me.

“Everyone has one. Trust me, we make more than enough money, sweetheart,” He gives me a wink before turning back to the group. Jimin’s hand wraps around mine, a big smile on his face.

“Come on. It’ll be fun,” I trail behind Jimin, already feeling slightly overwhelmed at all the new smells. Jimin and I trail behind everyone else, his cheerful talking keeping me distracted from getting overwhelmed.

“Oooo, come on, this one is my favorite,” Jimin begins to drag me away from the group toward some high end, name brand store.

“Shouldn’t we say something?” I glance back at the rest of the boys as they continue on to a different store.

“Nah, we usually all split off to different stores. We just have to make sure there’s more than one person,” Jimin pulls me through the door and into the store. We browse the clothing and accessories. He picks out multiple things holds them up to me but the price tag is a bit of a deterrent. Plus, they’ve bought me so many things, I don’t want to spend anymore money on me. That’s when my idea blooms.

I move to the accessories section while Jimin looks at more clothes. There are necklaces, rings, and other various jewels in cases. Hoseok, Yoongi, and Jungkook wear a lot of rings. I worry about them not being the right size but something about a few certain rings speaks to me. As I’m picking them out and paying for them, a certain smell catches my attention, sending fear shooting up my spine. I take my bag and quickly thank the cashier before running to look for Jimin.

I find him cornered, a large Alpha, obviously in rut, has him trapped in the corner. His eyes meet mine, his expression nervous. I look around for some kind of weapon but there doesn’t seem to be anything of much use around. The Alpha hasn’t noticed me yet, seeming to have honed in on Jimin. Alpha’s in rut will focus in on the first Omega they encounter if they are not mated. Anything that can bring them the kind of relief they’re looking for. The fact that this one is in a public place concerns me.

“Come on, be a good boy and help an Alpha out,” The Alpha’s plea is probably meant to entice him but Jimin shudders. Maybe he doesn’t know Jimin is already mated? Although, he definitely smells like other Alphas. I step forward and grab Jimin’s hand, pulling him closer to me so his back isn’t against the shelves anymore.

“We should go. I bet Yoongi and Namjoon are looking for us,” I try to keep my tone cheerful but I doubt it’s convincing. My hand shakes in his.

“Awe, two little Omegas for the price of one? You guys should be begging to help an Alpha out,” The Alpha’s voice makes me cringe. I hate that tone. I’ve heard it too many times.

“Our Alphas are looking for us,” My voice is small but firm.

“No self respecting Alpha would let his Omegas wander off alone. You’d be better off with me anyway,” He’s trying to entice us, to convince us, but I can see the annoyance in Jimin’s expression.

“What right do you have to disrespect my Alphas? Just because we’re Omegas doesn’t mean we can’t go off by ourselves. We’re grown ass adults and your opinion doesn’t fucking matter,” Jimin’s voice is close to a growl. I squeeze his hand reassuringly.

“Such disrespectful little bitches need to be taught a lesson,” He raises his hand but stops in his tracks.

“You wanna run that by me one more time?” Yoongi’s voice is dark and stormy. I let out a long breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Do these disrespectful Omegas belong to you?” The scent of the other Alpha’s rut intensifies at the presence of another Alpha. I cover my nose, taking a shuddering breath through my mouth. Since I’m not technically mated, the smell of his rut seems to be affecting me more than it does Jimin.

“It’s not disrespect if the person deserves it, way I see it. Now, I would appreciate it if you would leave my Omegas alone,” Yoongi’s arm casually drapes over my shoulder, pulling me back into him.

“This one,” He levels a finger at me,” Doesn’t have a mating mark. Maybe you’ll let me take her for a spin.”

“Do you wanna die?” Yoongi’s tone is casual but Jimin’s grip on my hand tightens.

“Hey guys, what’s the hold up? We still have a few more stops to hit?” Jungkook’s voice comes from the front of the store. The silence between the four of us allows us to hear his approaching footsteps. Jungkook stops behind us, seemingly confused,” What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Lets just get out of here,” I speak up, turning my back on the Alpha and gently push Yoongi back toward Jungkook. He resists for a moment and then lets me push him back. We leave the store and rejoin the rest of the group. I try to keep my mind off of the strange Alpha and his attempts at Jimin. I was used to people making passes or comments to me, as an unmated Omega, but it made me uncomfortable that he acted like that to Jimin.

I throw myself into my mission. I find a pair of matching necklaces for Jimin and Taehyung. A watch for Namjoon and a different, more discreet necklace for Jin. It’s a good thing I already bought Yoongi’s because he stays glued to my side. That Alpha must have really put him on edge because his Alpha seems to be bubbling up every time someone talks to me.

“Where do we wanna eat?” Jimin’s voice speaks out over the thrum of everyone’s chatter.

“Can we try that new steak house? I’ve been dying for a steak,” Jin grins, wrapping himself around Taehyung as he speaks. Taehyung seems to have cheered up significantly, especially after he got to go to the art supply store and order all new supplies.

We pile into our cars and head to the restaurant. I end up seated between Yoongi and Taehyung, at his request. I lean my head on his shoulder, letting Yoongi pick out what to order for me. I don’t really care, just feeling content to lean on Taehyung. It’s been a long day. The idle chatter dies down some when the food comes out. I keep my head on Tae’s shoulder, not quire ready to eat yet. I’m not used to eating so often.

“Baby, you need to eat,” The look Namjoon gives me a warning. I finally sit up and take a few bites of the steak in front of me. Yoongi puts some of his pasta on my plate. I cut up part of my steak and put it on his in return.

“I can’t eat all of it,” I shrug. The food makes me feel sleepy, my stomach quickly filling. From there, we head to the movie theater. I have no idea what movie we’re seeing but it doesn’t really matter. The seats recline and Taehyung has me sitting in his lap. I curl up, my face nuzzled into his neck. I doze off, the long day catching up to me. I sleep soundly until a hand shakes my shoulder.

“Huh?” I look up groggily to see an amused Hoseok.

“Looks like our babies were tired,” He coos. I look down to see that Taehyung has also fallen asleep. After we rouse him, we finally decide to forgo the arcade for tonight and head home. When we get home, I start handing out the gifts I bought everyone.

Jimin and Taehyung’s necklaces are on silver chains with compass pendants. Jin’s has a small silver lock on it and appears quite simple but suits him. Namjoon’s watch has a brown leather band and a silver watch face. Yoongi’s ring is silver and bulky with a blue stone. Hoseok’s is a complicated, twisted silver and gold band with no stone. Jimin’s is silver and winding, overlapping each other in some spots.

“Did you only buy things for us?” Namjoon looks at me in surprise.

“You guys have bought me so many things. There was nothing I needed to buy. I wanted to get you guys something,” Saying the sentiment out loud makes me feel shy. My fingers twist together as I look at the floor.

“Good thing I bought you something then,” I look up at Yoongi’s words. He holds out a small jewelry box to me. Inside is a silver ring with a white stone I don’t recognize,” White Opal. All of us have one and it was time you got yours too.”

He slips it out of the box and onto my finger. I throw my arms around him. It makes me feel like I belong. Everyone begins to split off, Jimin practically dragging Taehyung up the stairs. I make my way to my room after watching Jin escort (maybe more like drag) Yoongi upstairs to his room. It’s the first time I’ve been alone in my room. Something about being alone in here makes me anxious. After what happened to Jimin and I earlier, I decide to head down to Jungkook’s gym.

I lay out some mats and practice what he taught me. If I’m going to have to stand up for myself, I’m going to have to be stronger. I can’t keep standing by and letting them defend me. If I can’t defend myself, I’m always going to be the victim. I can’t be the victim anymore. It’s almost daylight by the time I decide I’ve practiced enough. I fall back on the mat, breathless and sweating. I close my eyes, exhausted. Without meaning to, I fall asleep.

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“I do…”

Letting out a shaky breath, she said it and the hall echoed with clapping.

“Do you Mr. Min… take Miss lee as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be with her in all ups and down, in health and sickness… till death to part?” the priest continued…

“I do…”

Hearing a soft and tender voice, she finally looked up a bit and saw him, her husband, for the first time. His cat-like doe eyes, soft cherry like lips and dumpling cheeks… she got a bit lost in him until she heard the priest saying “I pronounce you husband and wife… you may now kiss the bride and seal the wedding…”

Hearing this only, sweat beads started forming her forehead and her breath got uneven which did not go unnoticed by him. He gently took her hand in his which made her look at him. He noticed her slight teary eyes and kissed her tears away whispering “relax… I will not touch you against your will…”

He didn’t know that this small sentence had a huge impact on her and she released her breath which she was holding since long. Holding her waist, he turned towards the guests and they bowed slightly thanking everyone for their presence.

Soon enough, both of them were in the car heading towards their home. There was dead silence in car and he thought to break it.

“The journey is for more than an hour… you can sleep if you feel like…”

Without saying a word, she closed her eyes which made him a bit confuse. It was an arrange marriage from both sides. Yoongi had seen her photo before marriage but never met her as he was told the bride is declining meeting before marriage. Today also, he found it strange when she was not looking at him properly in aisle and got teary when heard of kiss. But he let go of the thoughts thinking she might just be nervous and continued driving.

Upon reaching their place, yoongi turned to wake her up but got mesmerized by seeing her sleeping so peacefully. Her petal-like eyes, small and chubby nose and lips that were slightly parted, made him chuckle a bit…

‘cute…’ he thought and forwarded his hand to shake her slightly but he stopped thinking something. Taking back his hand, he cleared his throat and said in a soft voice “sana…”

She immediately opened her eyes and sat straight saying “yes…”

Yoongi was taken aback for a sec but composed himself and said “we reached home…”

Sana nodded slightly and got down from car. As her gown was heavy, yoongi offered to help but she denied and started walking behind him. Two-three steps ahead and she got disbalanced. She was about to fall front when yoongi immediately held her wrist, preventing her.

“told you let me help…” without listening anything, he lifted her in his arms and took her inside. Sana’s breath hitched feeling this and she said in a low voice “I can manage…”

“yeah I saw that…” he said making her shut.

He brought her in the room and made her sit on the bed.

“You can go and fresh… I will change in another room… you luggage came here and if anything is needed, you can say me…”

She slightly nodded and he left to another room. As soon as he left from the room, tears started forming her eyes. She immediately rushed to washroom and closed the door. Keeping hand on her mouth, she cried out silently.

On the other side, yoongi was getting confused on her behaviour. He noticed how she was getting scared, nervous and uncomfortable on his actions, but didn’t object anything as if she is scared that something might happen coz of objection.

‘why do I feel she is hiding something… or is it a forced marriage from her side…’

After sometime, yoongi came in the room and his breath hitched seeing sana sitting on the bed in black, almost transparent lingerie which was exposing her cleavage and thighs. Her hairs were still a bit wet and she was looking down while breathing unevenly.

Yoongi started coming towards her making her more nervous but a voice was continuously echoing her mind ‘you should have sex on the first night…’ That is why, she was trying hard not to show her fear and nervousness. Yoongi sat next to her and said “what is all this sana…”

Sana composed herself and said slowly “it’s our first night… so… “

“So what…”

Sana closed her eyes tightly not wanting tears to come out and said “we should have sex…”

Soon, she felt yoongi holding her hand but she didn’t open her eyes. He saw that and said “look at me sana…”

She immediately looked at him and he asked “are you really ready for it…”

She wanted to deny but nodded. He pulled her by her waist towards him and said “you sure…”

Sana looked down but didn’t say anything. He lifted her chin and said “your eyes and body language don’t match… the day they will… I will make love with you… you don’t have to force yourself for anything… okay…”

Sana was about to nod when he said “and one more thing… It would be more okay if you use words…”

Sana understood and said “okay…”

Yoongi smiled and said “now go and wear something comfortable… its getting pretty late… we should sleep soon…”

“Okay…” she said and went to change…

Yoongi saw her going to washroom. He noticed her expressionless face but her eyes… they were telling a lot and he thought ‘there is surely something that I need to find out…’

FEW DAYS LATER

Yoongi and sana were coming close as friends. Sana’s nervousness was decreasing around him and she was trying to get comfortable. Yoongi, too, was trying his level best to make her feel safe and comfortable around him. Also, he was trying to find out about her past. But, to his surprise, he could not find anything. As sana was home-schooled, she didn’t have friends and also, she graduated through online university. She never attended any party and also was inactive on social media.

One fine afternoon, sana was watching a K-drama when she heard doorbell. She looked at the clock and thought ‘who can it be at this time… coz yoongi always comes home after 7…’

Thinking this, she went to open the door but was shocked seeing the person. Her hands started to shake a bit and face became pale a bit. The other person smirked seeing this and said “hey…”

“M…Mom…” sana uttered.

“Won’t you let me in?” She raised her brows and sana immediately sided herself, letting her in.

Her mother, actually stepmother, came inside and sat on the couch. Sana hurriedly bought water for her and gave it; her eyes were down throughout. Her mother took the glass and said “are you not cleaning the home or what? What is all this mess on the table?”

Sana’s eyes widened realizing the chips and chocolate packets were on the table. Being with yoongi, her lifestyle changed to a certain extent and she started enjoying herself a bit. That is why, she used to care a little less about cleaning and all.

“I… I will… clean…” She said and started cleaning the table.

“hmmm… quick…”

After a while, sana served snacks to her.

“Did you guys have sex?” She asked. Sana’s breath became a bit heavy… she wanted to lie but she knew the consequences so she shook her head. Her mother got angry and asked “why? Why you didn’t huh…?”

Sana couldn’t say anything, which made her angrier. She pulled sana’s ear and said “even after me saying it, you didn’t… “

“ahhh… mom… it’s hurting… leave…” sana said while trying to be free.

Her mother pushed her a bit and she landed on the couch nearby.

“Shameless girl… not even able to seduce your own husband… you really are good for nothing… I thought at least you will be able to do wife duties but no… disgusting… only a burden…”

Her mother was ranting on badly and she was just listening to it while sobbing silently. Suddenly, she felt her throat being grabbed by her mother.

“ahhh… mom….” Words were not coming out of her mouth as she felt the grip being tightened…

“If I didn’t hear that you had sex with him till tomorrow… you know what I can do… don’t you…” Saying that, she jerked her and sana coughed catching her breath…

………………………………………

Yoongi came in the house using spare key as sana didn’t open the door even after ringing the doorbell continuously. Yoongi got worried sensing her absence in the living area as well as in the kitchen. He dialed her number but she didn’t answer, making him more worried. Searching for her, he went towards their room but as soon as he opened the door, his eyes got widen…

The room was decorated beautifully with rose petals and scented candles, giving the romantic and cozy vibes. Before he could call out, he heard her voice coming from his backside.

“hey…”

Yoongi turned and his heart skipped a bit seeing her in red short dress, which were perfectly fitting her body. For the first time, he saw she did bold makeup with blood-red lipstick and she was looking too sexy. Her hair, sided to a side, exposing her neck and her cleavage… damn. Yoongi gulped visibly when she started coming towards him.

Sana was hell scared from inside but she tried her best not to show on the face. Taking small steps towards him, she encircled her arms on his neck, leaving him stunned a bit. She smiled softly and said “you are looking really handsome yoongi…”

Yoongi (Still in daze) “sana… wha…”

“Ssshhh….” She shushed him by placing her finger on his lips “no talking tonight…”

Yoongi was standing still. He wanted to embrace and feel her every inch but there was something stopping him. He was trying to look in her eyes but she was not making a proper eye-contact with him. Now also, when she kept her hands on him, he could feel her hesitant and fearful moves.

“sana… look at me…” he said but instead, she took his hand and kept on her waist.

“tonight… we will look at each other nicely…” she whispered in his ears.

All these things were making yoongi a bit weak. Even though he was hesitant, as soon as his hands came in contact with her waist, he grabbed them gently, pulling her in his embrace.

“you are making me lose my control and do something unholy to you…” yoongi whispered on her neck.

“do it then…” sana said after gathering all her remaining courage.

“fuck it…” yoongi said and pulled her more close. He started placing wet kisses all over her neck while his one hand went towards her ass pressing it lightly.

“damn you are sexy…” he commented while biting her soft skin. At an instant, he turned and back hugged her, while his lips were not leaving her neck. His hand, slowly, started going up and he softly grabbed her breasts and another one started going down…

Here, sana was feeling very uncomfortable with all this but she had no choice. She was letting everything happen while closing her eyes and a voice was coming in her head…

‘you can’t even satisfy me you witch… don’t you know the wife duties… ‘

‘please… its hurting me….’

‘then bear it….’

Sana’s eyes got opened in a snap when she felt his fingers on her clit and automatically tears started coming from them and she held his hand a bit tightly. Yoongi thought she is in pleasure and he took her in his arms, gently lying her on bed and started removing his shirt. Sana was looking down all the time and yoongi smiled feeling she might be shy. He sat on bed beside her and took her hand. Placing soft kisses on them, he trailed his kiss all over her arms.

Sana was not making any movement which made him confuse a bit but he shrugged off thinking she might be nervous. He hovered her and looked at her lips. Caressing them with his thumb, he asked in a husky voice “can i?”

Sana just nodded and he leaned a bit close, making her clutch the bedsheet tightly. He was an inch away when he noticed… a tear escaping her eyes. Her forehead, where sweat was covered indicating her fear and her quivering lips. Her body was stiff and he understood…

Here sana felt the weight getting lifted over her and she looked at him. Seeing him sitting on bed beside her, she also got up and asked “wh… what happened…”

“you are not ready for this sana… then why you are doing all this…” he said which made her shocked. Before she could say anything, he said “go and wear something comfortable…”

He got up and was about to leave when she held his hand and said “no… don’t go… I am ready…”

Yoongi signed and said “sana…”

She cut him off saying a bit loudly “you can’t go like this… we need to have sex… understood…”

Yoongi was stunned and he immediately turned towards her…

Sana stood in front of him and said while crying a bit “sorry for yelling but we need to do it… we have to… and I am ready… please have sex with me… please… I beg you…”

Sana touched his feet and continued “please yoongi… please…”

Yoongi immediately held her arms and pulled her saying “what are you doing sana… have you gone crazy…”

“yes I have… and if you won’t… I… I…”

She came out of his grip and opened a drawer. Taking blade from it, she kept on her wrist saying “I will kill myself…”

Yoongi was too stunned to speak anything but seeing the blade in her hand, he got too much scared. But he calmed himself a bit and said sweetly “okay… okay… we will have sex… come here… come to me sana…”

Sana smiled while crying and came towards him. Yoongi hugged her close and so did she. Taking a chance, he took blade from her hand and threw it outside the window. He signed in relief and pulled out from hug saying “what happened to you sana…”

Sana started crying loudly and said “why you are not understanding that I need to have sex with you… why… why… just why…”

She started yelling and throwing things here and there in the room. Yoongi tried to control her by back hugging but she was wiggling badly. Somehow, he managed to put her in bed and she slowly started sleeping but was mumbling continuously “please yoongi… have sex with me… please….”

He made her sleep and cleaned room a bit. After that, he went to balcony and stood there. A lone tear escaped his eyes as the thing happened a while ago started flashing in front of him. Her face, crying and begging for sex, as if she was being forced to do this…

“I need to find out before things go out of hand…”

…………………….

Next morning, sana opened her eyes when she felt sunrays on them. She slowly got up and saw the time…

“9 AM… shit…”

She started panicking a bit as she was late and she had to make breakfast for him but she got startled when she heard…

“Good morning…”

She looked in the direction of voice and was surprised to see yoongi standing with food tray. Smiling lightly, he came towards her and kept breakfast on side table.

“I am sorry I…”

“It’s okay…” he cut her off and continued “anyways… I took a day off from office… so chill…”

Sana (confused) “why…”

Yoongi caressed her cheek gently saying “just like that… and anyways… I am CEO… if any important meeting will be there, I can attend online… so I thought why not to spend some time with my wife…”

Sana gulped and said “yoongi… I am sorry for yesterday…”

Yoongi patted her head and said “just forget it… and please don’t take any load… nothing happened yesterday okay… just relax…”

Sana smiled lightly and he continued “now have your breakfast… I will come in a while…”

He left from the room and sana thought ‘he didn’t even mention anything about yesterday… I did a lot of crazy stuff but he is not even questioning me… why are you so nice yoongi… you are making me trust again… and I think… I am falling for you… but… what will I say to mom now….’ Her eyes widened at realisation and again her breath became heavy…

“what if she comes to know….” As soon as she said that, her phone started ringing. She saw that her mom is calling and she immediately got down the bed. The phone stopped but again started ringing, making her keep both the hands on her ear. Unable to bear the sound, she ran from the room.

She rushed to the kitchen area and saw yoongi standing there, probably making juice. She increased her pace and back-hugged him. Soon enough, she sensed a relief and comfort gushing inside feeling his warmth.

Here, yoongi was a bit stunned sensing her embrace but it didn’t take him much time to notice that she was shivering and breathing heavily. He turned and carefully pulled her in comforting hug. He could hear her sobs and caressed her hair saying sweet words to her.

After a while, he made her sit on sofa and started feeding her breakfast. There were lots of questions in his mind but right now, her health and comfort mattered more. So, he was calming and relaxing her. Sana also got a bit relaxed. She was about to say something when his phone rang…

Yoongi saw that sana’s mother was calling him. He picked up and said “hi mom…”

S/M “hi son… how are you…”

Yoongi “I am fine mom… you?”

S/M “ I am also good… actually I was trying sana but she is not picking my phone…”

Yoongi looked at sana who was looking down and understood that she is not in a state of speaking, so he said “actually mom… she is a bit unwell… so that’s why she is taking rest…”

Sana looked at him when he said that…

“Okay… bye mom take care…” he ended the call and looked at sana saying “you take rest… I’ll get the juice…”

He was about to get up when sana said “you don’t have anything to ask me?”

Yoongi looked at her and said while smiling “I do have… but I know you are not comfortable enough to share that with me… but I’ll try my level best to make you feel safe around me and trust me so that you yourself can tell…” he softly pecked her forehead and went to kitchen…

Sana closed her eyes and tear escaped her eyes….

‘I am not used to so much love and affection yoongi… you are making me feel really special… I hope I will get courage to open up in front of you…’

………………………………………………………

One eve, Sana’s family invited sana and yoongi for family dinner. She didn’t want to go but she knew the consequences of refusing, so she agreed for it. She was almost ready when she felt yoongi’s presence in the room. She turned to him and got lost in him. He was wearing jet black blazer, with pastel blue colour shirt underneath and was looking breathtaking.

He smiled and came towards her saying “you are looking pretty…”

Sana blushed a bit and said “thanks… you are also looking handsome…”

His smile widened hearing this as it was the first time, she complemented him.

“I… I… got something for you…” He said hesitantly and forwarded a pendant box.

Sana smiled seeing single diamond pendant and said “its beautiful…”

“Can you wear it today?” he asked…

She smiled and turned. Siding her hair, she said “help me to wear it…”

Yoongi smiled as he felt she was getting comfortable around him. He took the pendant and made her wear it. In the process, his hand slightly bushed her back, giving a tingly feeling to her for the first time.

“Now its looking more beautiful…”

He commented which made her blush. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she said “shall we leave?”

Yoongi nodded and they both headed towards sana’s house.

Upon reaching there, sana’s eyes automatically went down seeing her parents. Yoongi noticed it and he could feel the same tension in sana as that night. He gently held her hand as if he is assuring his presence to her…

S/M “Sana dear… yoongi son… come… come inside…”

They headed towards the living room and yoongi sat on the couch, but sana was still standing, making yoongi confused. Before he could say anything, S/M laughed a bit and said “sana… no need to be shy anymore dear… sit beside yoongi…”

Without saying anything, sana sat beside yoongi.

He gently held her asked and whispered “you okay?”

Sana looked at him and felt a bit okay. So, she nodded and they continued talking. Precisely, yoongi and sana’s parents. Sana was silent throughout and was not even looking up, which didn’t get unnoticed by him.

“Come on sana… let’s set the table…” S/M said and sana went with her. Yoongi wanted to stop her as he sensed she is not okay, but her father engaged him in another conversation. Still, yoongi was looking at her from time to time…

After the dinner, yoongi and sana were driving back but sana was unusually silent. Her mind was still on the talk she had with her mother while setting the table…

“I can see you both got along well, right?”

Sana nodded

“It’s time I think….”

Sana “For what mom?”

S/M smiled and lifted her chin. She was aware of yoongi’s glances therefore she was smiling sweetly to sana.

“The papers are ready… all you have to do is get his sign and his property will be ours….”

Sana took steps back and shook her head saying “I can’t do this mom….”

S/M’s blood boiled but she maintained the smile. Holding her hand gently yet firmly, she took her towards the corner where yoongi can’t see…

“You bitch… are you forgetting for what we married you off to him huh…”

Her grip was sooo tight on sana’s wrist that she almost yelped. Her mom took knife and said “get it signed, else you know… I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….”

“Sana….”

Yoongi’s voice brought her back to reality and she noticed that they reached home. Signing slightly, she got down the car followed by him. They entered their room and yoongi said “you go and freshen up… I will use the other washroom…”

Sana just nodded and he went towards guest room to change. Sana took out the papers her mother kept in the bag and then started thinking whether she should or not… but her mom’s words came in her head…

I will kill him… (whispering) just like I killed her….

Sana jerked her head and sat on bed, thinking deeply. Within ten minutes, yoongi came in the room and saw her sitting in same clothes and some papers were there in her hand.

“you didn’t change yet…”

His words broke her thought and she said “yeah… just going… but before that…”

She got up and slowly came towards him. Looking down, she said “can you sign these papers?”

Yoongi took the papers and went towards the table. Taking a pen, he was about to sign the papers when sana came hurriedly, took the papers and tore them; leaving him shocked…

“Sana…” He got more shocked seeing her in tears.

Sana grabbed his arms and said “why… why the hell you trust me this much… you didn’t even see what was written on the paper and started signing it… huh…”

Yoongi held her hand, which was on his arms, and said “I trust you sana… even if you tell me to sign my death warrant, I’ll do it for you… because I love you…”

“No… you should not love me… no….”

Sana broke into loud sobs and sat on the bed. Yoongi came near her and kneeled down. Keeping his head on her lap, he started caressing her hand to calm her down. After sometime, he sensed her sobs got lightened and he said “let it out sana… please… let me heal you…”

Sana caressed her hair gently and said “I am willing to ger healed yoongi… please take me out from this mess…”

Yoongi held her hand and she continued “my father always wanted a boy… as an heir… and after I was born, he was never happy… as doctor also said that my mother won’t be able to carry a second child. He never loved me yoongi, not even a bit and he used to release all his frustration on my mother. I was a child then, I didn’t understand, but with time, I could figure out that he used to beat my mother and used to rape her daily. I used to be in another room, keeping my mouth shut and listening to my mother’s cry every night…”

Sana chocked on her tears and yoongi immediately bought a glass of water for her. She gulped it down in a go and yoongi sat opposite to her, side hugging and caressing her arms.

“one day, when I finished my online class, I came to kitchen…. I saw my mother lying unconscious. I tried to wake her but she was not responding. I started crying and called my father. He didn’t pick my calls at first but after my continuous calling, he picked and I told him about mother. He simply said ‘so what’ and cut the call… I couldn’t understand anything, I was 7 that time… my father came home after 4 hours and till then, my mother was no more. He didn’t even look at her, nor at me… he just called the ambulance and said to take the dead body… I started crying hearing him but he dragged me to room and closed it…”

Yoongi was in tears listening this and she continued “5 days… I was in that room… scared… alone… not even had anything to eat. I passed out of dehydration and when I opened my eyes, I saw a lady, who was caressing my hair and I was in my room… I got to know that my father married again and she was my mom. I got happy a bit but it didn’t last long…. She is very strict… gave me only one meal per day and gave me worst punishments if I do anything wrong… sometimes beating, burning my skin or calling her brother… who used to touch me…”

Yoongi’s hand turned into fist hearing this. He so wanted to kill her so called parents but right now, he knew she needed him…

“She inculcated in my mind that I am a servant… I should listen to what ever they say… I need to be dutiful wife and satisfy my husband… when I got your marriage proposal, she told me to have sex with you first so that I can gain your trust and then get your property. I tried to appose a bit but she threatened me and told me that she can do anything to me, like she did to my mother… she told me that she killed my mother… she… she…:”

Sana started crying badly and yoongi hugged her. His eyes were also full of tears and he said “I swear on you sana… I will make your parents pay every penny of what they did… they are not gonna escape… trust me… your mother and you will get justice…”

Sana hugged him back tightly and she felt so much relief telling everything to him.

Yoongi kept his promise and got justice for her. It took almost two months but he was always there, standing by her side, giving her courage and motivation to speak against her family. Even after this, yoongi started training her so that she can join his company and be outspoken a bit. Sana was so grateful to have such a loving and caring partner.

Few months later

It was their first anniversary and sana took leave from office. She wanted to decorate the house on her own and surprise yoongi.

While baking cake, she thought ‘today is the happiest day of my life… I’ll confess to him that I love him and… and ready for him…’

By thinking this only, she blushed to the core. Even though she became a bit cold and confident, she was the same shy girl in front of him. She heard his car horn and understood he came back from office. Looking at herself for the last time in mirror, she smiled widely and went to open the door.

As soon as yoongi entered, he was engulfed in a tight hug by her. He smiled and wrapped his arms around saying “happy anniversary love…”

“Happy anniversary to you too…”

They broke the hug and sana took his bag. Keeping it at it’s place, sana said “go and freshen up, till then I’ll set the table…”

Yoongi pecked her forehead and went to change. Here, sana set the table with candle light and placed the cake she baked. In some time, yoongi came and was mesmerised seeing all the things she did. Sana was standing, waiting for him to come and cut the cake together.

After cake cutting, sana said “yoongi…”

“yeah…”

Sana “I want to give you a small gift…”

Yoongi smiled and asked “what…”

“I love you…”

Saying that, she gently held his shirt sleeve and pulled him, crashing her lips on him. Yoongi stumbled a bit but froze feeling her lips on him… he was not able to believe what’s happening but she bit his lips, bringing him to reality. As soon as he came in his sense, he responded. Sucking on her upper lips, he pulled her by waist. Sana encircled her arms on his neck and her one hand went in his hair, massaging gently. Both were feeling euphoric in the moment and they continued kissing till they were breathless…

When they pulled out, both were breathing heavily, but yoongi was still not satisfied.

“I love you too sana…”

He inhaled sharply and again kissed her saying that… this time, a bit roughly and she also tried to follow his pace. Both were devouring each other’s lips and yoongi pinned her to wall, deepening the kiss…

They parted while catching for breath and he joined his forehead with hers…

“Sana… I won’t be able to control myself anymore…” He said while looking at her…

Sana smiled and made an eye-contact with him saying “me too…”

That’s what he wanted…. Her eyes and smile said it all…

“Will you allow me… the way I want to make you feel?” he asked while roaming his hand around her neck. Shivers ran down her spine sensing his sensual touches and she nodded…

“I will not stop you today yoongi coz I also want the same… I want to feel like I am yours…” she said and pecked his cheeks…

Yoongi picked her in his arms and said “then dinner later…”

Sana’s heartbeat increased sensing what was coming next but she was equally excited for it. Yoongi took her in the room and dropped her on the couch, leaving her a bit confused. She saw him going towards cupboard and taking out something…

“yoon…” she whispered slowly

Yoongi sensed her uneasiness and came towards her. Caressing her hair, he asked “do you trust me?”

“More than myself…” she said while relaxing a bit under his touch…

Yoongi smiled and said “then wear this and stand up…”

Sana looked at his hand and was surprised seeing blindfold. She gulped the lump in her throat and wore that. She stood up while taking his support and he said “you sure you are ready na…”

Sana smiled and nodded saying “yes love… I am ready…”

She sensed him coming and standing at her back and his breath was fanning her neck, giving her goosebumps. Yoongi sided her hair and slowly touched her back with the back of his hand. She clutched her dress feeling his hand on the zipper of her dress.

Sana was feeling shy, nervous and excited at the same time and soon enough, she felt her dress getting off her body and a small gasp escaped her mouth.

Yoongi kept his both hand on her shoulders, slowly turning her towards him and her heartbeat increased. This is the first time she was being naked in front of anyone and she was shivering and breathing unevenly...

Yoongi understood and left her shoulders. He removed his coat and shirt along with pants. Gently holding her hand, he kept it on his chest, making her feel his heartbeat which was equally fast...

"I am also nervous sana... It's my first time too..." He confessed. Sensing his heartbeat and the fact that he was also naked, was making her shyer...

Yoongi encircled her waist and pulled her a bit by her waist… his lips landed on her breasts... making her moan his name...

"Yoongiahhh... "

"Say it again and again jagiya... It's sounds so sweet from your mouth... " Yoongi said while gently licking her nipples. Taking in his mouth, he started sucking her breasts, slowly, like a baby... and his one hand was pressing her ass in same rhythm...

Sana's grip on his shoulder tightened and she arched in pleasure feeling his love... He nibbled on her nipples and bit them, making her scream a bit.

“ahh… idiot…” she scolded him playfully and he chuckled…

"Follow me... " He said and took her towards the couch. He made her sit on the couch in opposite position…

"Kneel down... " He whispered in her ears making her shiver a bit. She knelt like her legs were on couch and she was holding the couch head from both hands... yoongi sat on the floor below her and kept his head on the couch, between her legs…

"Now feel... " He said...

Soon, sana felt his hand on her thighs and his tongue on her inner thighs...

"Ahhh... What... What you're doing love... " She asked while panting...

"Making you feel my love... " He said as he started licking her inner thighs, softly kissing them. She bit her lips feeling his sensual kisses...

"Sit on my face darling... " He said.

Sana was scared a bit but did as he said. Slowly sitting on him, she balanced herself. He gripped her legs and pulled a bit close...

"Fuck Sana... You are sooo wet, already throbbing for me... Shit... " He grazed his tongue up and down on her soft pussy folds and then took her clit in his mouth. Slowly, he started sucking and licking it...

"Ohhh yoongi... Ahhh... " She moaned feeling this. Unexplainable pleasure rushed her body by his sucks and licks. Here, yoongi was busy tasting her...

"You are so sweet sana... You little cunt is making me crazy... fuck... It's worth waiting for you my love... " He said and inserted his tongue in her vagina, thrusting it forth and back...

"Damn this feels so good... Mmm... " She gripped the couch tighter...

"Can you grind me... " He asked in between...

"Ah... Wh... What's that... " She said while catching her breath...

Yoongi smirked and said "don't worry I'll do it myself... Just don't lose balance... "

He grabbed her hips and slowly started grinding her on his tongue, licking and sucking with each thrust... Her moans filled every corner of the room and she started feeling something building up...

"Babe... So… Something... Is happening... Ahhhh... "

Yoongi understood and said "let it happen... cum on my face... damn I waited so long for this... " He increased her grinding on him and his tongue fuck... making her lose control...

"Fuckkkk... " She screamed and the knot in her stomach opened, cuming straight on his face...

Yoongi was gripping her tight while tasting her to the core. He flicked her tongue on her clit making her feel pleasure throughout her cum.

After he was done, he cleaned her and his face. Gently pulling her, he made her sit on his lap. Opening her blindfold, he kissed her forehead asking "you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him lovingly. Caressing his cheek, she said "more than okay... It was... Great... "

Hey eyes automatically started scanning his hot and buff body and she blushed to the core looking at his member which was standing hard. Yoongi noticed it and smirked...

Taking her hand, he asked "do you wanna feel it? "

Sana nodded a bit and he kept her hand on his member. She gasped and looked at him saying "why it's hard and hot? "

Yoongi laughed a bit and caressed her hair saying "my innocent wife, when I get high, it becomes like this and it needs something to get back to normal... "

Sana understood his words and gripped his member. She asked hesitantly "so if I'll touch it more, it'll become harder? "

"Ahhh... Exactly... " He moaned...

Sana leaned a bit and kissed his neck saying "you really think I'm that much innocent love... " She bit his soft skin and started sucking it, leaving her marks on him...

Yoongi closed his eyes tightly and gripped her waist, pulling closer...

"Prove it then... " He whispered in her ears and she smirked a bit. Gently tracing her kiss towards his chest, she started massaging his member, making him feel heaven...

"Your touches are driving me crazyyy sana... " He moaned as she flicked her tongue on his nipples. In the process, she slid down the foreskin and roamed her thumb on his tip, which was already leaking...

"Ohhh damnnn sana... "

She smiled and asked "enjoying love... "

He nodded while biting his lips...

"I want to ride you daddy... " She said seductively in his ears and he grabbed her breasts asking "where... couch or bed? "

Sana pecked his lips saying "bathtub... "

He raised his eyebrows hearing this and she blushed while looking down...

"I... actually prepared something... " She said while looking down.

He gently lifted her chin and pecked her nose saying "won't you show it to me love? "

Sana stood up and asked for his hand. He smiled and kept his hand on her, following her way. She took him in bathroom and he was mesmerized seeing the decoration there. Bathtub was filled with rose petals and scented candles were on the side, making the environment more romantic.

"Wow... " He whispered seeing all these making her smile proudly. He looked at her and smirked while going inside the bathtub.

Sana looked down and smiled slightly but his voice started her...

"Eyes on me darling... " He winked and forwarded his hand. She blushed and lifted her chin, looking at his body which was looking sexier in bathtub. She placed her hand on him and slowly entered the bathtub...

Taking shower gel in loaf, he started applying it all over her body while massaging the pleasure points slightly, making her moan...

He came close and kissed her passionately. Sana too responded while pulling him and deepening the kiss. He inserted his tongue in her mouth, exploring every corner while his hand was pressing her breast and ass, increasing pleasure and moan for both.

"You ready?” He asked to which she nodded.

Yoongi spread his leg wide and said " Come and sit, I'll adjust you... "

Sana nodded but she was a bit nervous. He sensed that and caressed her hand saying "I'll be very gentle love... trust me... "

The nervousness in her got replaced by shyness and red tint appeared on her cheeks. Yoongi smiled seeing that and bit her cheeks a bit saying "they are looking like an apple; I feel like biting these soft cheeks... "

This made her blush more and she hit his arm playfully. She kept her leg on either side of his and he took his finger, running all over her clit to find that hole...

Upon getting it, he put his finger inside slowly and pulled it out making her gasp...

"Felt good?" He asked and continued fingering her...

"Ahh... Yes... Shit... Damm fucking good... " She breathed out...

He whispered over her lips "then think how good my member will feel inside... "

Saying that, he gripped her hips and pulled her down, simultaneously stroking up, inserting him inside her...

"Fuckkk... " She screamed feeling him...

"Please take it out... It's paining yoongi... " She cried...

Yoongi wiped her tears and kissed her neck saying "don't worry babe... the pain is only for a minute... relax... I promise it'll get replaced with pleasure very soon... chill... "

Sana hugged him by shoulder tightly and nodded while sniffing. He was patting her hear and saying sweet words to her along with thrusting gently to make her adjust...

Soon enough, he heard her moan and smirked "how about now... still paining... "

"Ahh... no... this feeling is so new... ahhh…" She moaned and he started thrusting a bit fast...

"Yes yes... faster... fuck... "

Yoongi was thrusting and then he hit the spot... that g-spot and she moaned his name loudly...

"Got it" He said and he was about to thrust more when she said "wait... "

Yoongi (confused) "what happened love... "

"You relax... let me take control... "

Saying this, she started bouncing on his member, making him grip on her hips tight and moan...

"Damn this feels heaven... " He closed his eyes feeling his dick going in and coming out of her cunt.

He opened her eyes and the view in front made him higher, her tender breasts bouncing near his face as if inviting him to give attention...

He immediately grabbed them and took one in mouth, while playing with the other.

“Ahh fuckk yoongi… soo… sooo good babe….”

Both of them were drowned in pleasure forgetting about everything...

After the session, yoongi wrapped her and him in towel and picked her in arms. Both had their dinner in the room only while feeding each other. After that, he layed her on bed and caressed her cheek asking "you okay na... Is it paining?"

She smiled and kissed his palm, which was on her cheek, and said "it's not paining at all love... I am all fine... "

Yoongi laid beside her and opened her towel...

Sana (confused) "what... "

Yoongi rested his head on her one breast and kept his hand on another saying "what... It's my pillow from now on... " and closed his eyes...

Sana chuckled and wrapped blanked on them while caressing his hair...

"Good night sweetie... "She pecked the top of his head and continued "I love you... "

Yoongi snuggled more in her and said "hmm… Me too... "

...

#bts suga smut #bts x reader #bts yoongi #young adult #suga bias #bts fluff #bts smut

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bangtanhoneys · 1 year

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Relationships with BTS & ARMY

Seokjin & Grace

These two, as well as Yoongi, are classed as the parents of the group as they always work together to care of everyone. Seokjin is in charge of the cooking, and Grace is in charge of the baking. They’ll switch up who has to wake everyone up because that’s not a fun job to do.

They have each other’s back, considering these two have the least lines together. They will be at each other’s solo videos if possible and they aren’t afraid to go against company rules to make sure the other is comfortable. Jin often refers to her as Chu, even though it’s her surname, it’s easier to say and will playfully butcher Grace any chance he gets. Grace will refer to him as RJ, just to piss him off.

There was an early attraction between the two but never followed through until 2017. Their relationship became a thing in January 2018, with the news being confirmed to ARMY when Seokjin enlisted. ARMY likes to theorise they are secretly married, especially in the early days of BTS. They also share the same habit of turning red when the attention is on them - humble king and queen.

Yoongi & Grace

Two cats in a pod - literally. If they could be twins, then they would be. And even though she is older than him, Yoongi will rarely refer to her as Noona. She’s Gigi or Grace. One or the other - another person who will butcher the name Grace. The two are seen as the protectors of the group - mess with one member, these two are glaring daggers.

Also seen as the parents of the group, but Yoongi is the fixer and Grace is the carer. If you feel sick, you go to Grace but if you break the door (again…Namjoon) then Yoongi is your man. You’ll find these two in the Genius Lab more often than not, where Grace’s on the lyrics and Yoongi is on the beat unless they switch it up. She has covered his parts especially during his surgery recovery and has covered his Cypher parts without losing breath - a proud fact she likes to throw out there every now and then.

Brother and sister, without a shadow of a doubt. Don’t mess with them, especially when it comes to sleep and they don’t mind the affection but not too much.

Hoseok & Grace

Outside of Namjoon, Hobi will call her Grace because he likes the name and how it rolls. Sometimes calls her noona. These two both have dancing backgrounds, Grace more so to ballet/ballroom so it was hard to adjust to hip hop but he taught her everything and in return she would secretly teach him how to waltz. Her Dangerous Woman choreography was created between Hobi, Grace and their dance teacher so any credit for any sexy parts go to Hobi.

Fashionistas of the group though Grace will admit she knows nothing about clothes but Hobi is there as well as Taehyung. If she has to go anywhere fancy, it’s these two she goes to and very likely, if there’s nothing scheduled, Hobi is her date. They both have a fear of heights and bugs, so don’t expect these two to help out when there’s a spider.

Both are considered rays of sunshine in the group and they don’t mind going a bit over the top with the cuteness to brighten everyone’s day.

Namjoon & Grace

Namjoon was the first member to meet Grace who joined Bighit before him and she was considered his ‘trainer’ and ‘teacher’ as she had been there the longest. She was also his English teacher, not that he really needed it so they would spend their time looking up music and learning together about other subjects. She would teach him about her British way of life, he would teach the Korean way of life. He was the one who came up with ‘Gigi’ for her nickname and she came up with ‘Joon.’

They have each others backs, very much like her and Jin, but this time it’s leader and translator. If he’s tired and can’t be bothered, she’ll be the one to step in for translations for the group but not without his say so first. She doesn’t overstep any boundaries between leader and member in public - at home it’s a different story. She’s his Noona and he’ll respect her.

She became his meter in terms of lyric subjects and what it said about women in general. War of Hormone was passed by her because she saw it for what it was - boys turning into men and their mindset, at the time. 21st Century Girl was a dedication more to her and what she went through in their early days - their love subject in videos, their object of desire when in reality they were all scared of her. Namjoon is her biggest supporter and has key opinions in her solo career.

Jimin & Grace

Her biggest fanboy in the group - solo career has been entirely supported by the maknae line, with Jimin spearheading it. And in return, she’s there for all of his. Lie is her favourite song and features her vocals in the background. They are choreography partners - they like to learn together and be next to each other if possible, another one who learnt how to ballroom dance because of her.

A pair of mochi’s, both known for their cuteness. She’s his sister in the very meaning of the word and his biggest supporter, just like he is hers. Every performance, she’ll give him a thumbs up and he knows he’s done a good job whether he was at his best or not. In the diet days, she was the one who would pull him out and feed him her homeland meals - Sunday became roast dinner days thanks to Jimin.

Another protector but she’s very protective of him - there are many clips of them together at public settings where she’s got her arm wrapped around his and holding him close. If Taehyung wasn’t Jimin’s soulmate, she would be.

Taehyung & Grace

Sometimes known as the weird duo - you’ll find them being completely random for no reason. Their personalities match on the most random days and you’ll find Grace almost encouraging Taehyung, letting it out of his system before calming him down. They are the pair who always get it wrong when it comes to telepathy in Run BTS because they think outside of the box yet they are completely in tune with one another.

Grace’s fashion designer - he’s there to make sure her outfits for public appearances are worth it, whether they cover the right spots or not. He’s always in favour of her showing the world she’s a woman and not your typical ‘cutey girl in pink and fluffy things.’ She’s a woman, she needs to show it off. So its thanks to him that you’ll see Grace wearing more mature clothes, a little bit more skin. He’s often than not the one behind her tour clothes. He knows what works and he works well with Hobi to pull it off.

Cuddle buddies - you’ll find them in the corner of the screen, fast asleep, leaning on each other. Taehyung is a koala at the best of times and she adores it, though it will get tiring especially during the summer. Will always refer to her as Noona or Grace, sometimes is mix of the two though god knows how he does it. Always wants her baking.

Jungkook & Grace

Mother and son - there’s no denying it at this point. His Noona or secretly, Mum. Though in the beginning, they didn’t really speak to each other because of how shy they both were - she was seven years his senior and he was only a teen. But slowly, they began to talk to each other and after a deep conversation, they were inseparable.

ARMY often jokes about who brought Jungkook up and though it’s agreed Seokjin and Yoongi had a hand in it, it’s Grace who gets the credit. She’s his comfort zone, his safety zone and one who is always at his side. Feeling up or down, she’s there every single time. During high school then university, she was the one who got him up on time, got him to eat and then homework. They both agreed they would dedicate an hour a day for each other to do an activity together - mostly it’s sleeping or gaming but their together.

Her biggest advocate for more lines and centre positions - she has the skill and the voice so why doesn’t anyone see it? It wasn’t until Wings that it finally started to happen and Jungkook had the biggest ‘told you so moment’ when Blood, Sweat and Tears views went so high because of Grace being in the centre and ‘main villain’ in the story.

ARMY & Grace

She’s their biggest supporter and their her biggest fanbase. Don’t mess with them when Grace is involved - you’ll find yourself under scrutiny for even saying her name wrong. She’s Korea’s Noona, she’s also ARMY’s Noona or Unnie. More often and than not she does lives where she gives advice and support, in Korean and English.

She does lives one day in Korean, the other day in English for international fans.

When she had her solo performances, they were the loudest in the room. Her first mixtape broke records, her videos broke records - thanks to ARMY and their reactions. They had been hesitant of a female in the male group but once she proved she was there as ARMY’s point of view, they were behind her all the way.

If she’s in someone else’s video or her solo performance, she always wears some kind of purple for ARMY and for Bangtan. She’s theirs.

#bts 8th member #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts eighth member #bts additional member #bts reactions #bts headcanons

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Honey]

Your words can bite so hard, and your eyes can glare harsher than the sun- but there's a certain hint of sweetness hiding behind that armor you wear, and it sticks to Jungkook's heart like honey.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, scolding, mild Angst but with happy end

Length: 3.6k words

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The next morning, you're almost entirely hidden underneath your blanket- a pile of cat, still visibly upset with the new sleeping arrangement even while unconscious.

Jungkook feels a bit bad- he wants to maybe help you feel at least a little more at ease with him, but he's got no clue what he could really do- so he just hopes that you somehow at least accept it for now, after realizing that Jimin and Yoongi will both not cave into your wish to sleep with your owner instead of the dog hybrid.

"Ah Jungkook. Good morning." Jimin greets him, and Jungkook's tail instinctively wags, making the human smile brightly. He's currently making himself some coffee while Yoongi is already sitting at the small table, browsing something on his phone before he locks it and sets it down.

"Is she up too?" He asks Jungkook, who shakes his head.

"I think she went to sleep late. She was pretty upset the entire night.." Jungkook mumbles, and Jimin sighs.

"Let's let her sleep then-" He starts, but Yoongi shakes his head, earning an almost pleading look from Jimin.

"No." Yoongi denies. "I don't care who wakes her up, but she's getting up. If she wants to sleep longer, she should've went to bed on time when everyone else did." He says, and even Jungkook now lowers his ears, feeling a bit bad for you. Yoongi is a bit harsh sometimes, and tends to be a little strict, but you're not used to that. It feels a bit much to dump that all onto you right away, in his opinion.

"..alright." Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair, before he leaves to wake you up.

"Don't you think you're a bit.. too harsh?" Jungkook wonders, sitting down across from his owner and friend at the table. "I mean, she seemed really upset last night.." He says quietly, listening to some sounds coming from his shared room with you, presumably you getting up and ready for the day.

Yoongi doesn't answer, and so Jungkook just sighs to himself, awkwardly waiting for you to emerge together with Jimin- which you do, still visibly upset, practically hiding away from Yoongi's sight. Jungkook is convinced that at this rate, you'll just end up hating his owner more than him at the end of this trip- and he's not sure if that's gonna be any better for Yoongi and Jimin. After all, the plan is to just somehow get them all to at least tolerate each other- but he himself can't see that happening like this.

And it doesn't get better when you refuse to eat anything for breakfast, simply sitting next to Jungkook with your arms crossed and an angry glare. "You're staying behind if you refuse to eat." Yoongi threatens nonchalantly, and your eyes harden even further, ears pinned back.

"I'm not a child." You growl, causing Jungkooks skin to tingle from the amount of anger you radiate next to him, the air heavy with the scent of your fury. It makes him nervous, to say the least. He's always been pretty sensitive to other's feelings, after all.

"You're surely acting like one." Yoongi responds back with no clear emotion, as he looks at you. He surely has the looks to pass as a cat hybrid, even without ears and a tail- but you'd never accept him as one. He's a traitor, he's the main reason your perfect little world has tilted, he's the cause of you surely having to go back to the shelter soon, just because he wants to fuck your owner. And you hate it. You hate him.

"We can get a snack or something in the town though, right?" Jungkook says, trying to soothe the situation- something Jimin seems to pick up on, eagerly latching onto that chance of problem solving.

"Yeah! There's a mall in the town, we can surely eat something there." Jimin nods, not leaving Yoongi any chance to argue as he gets up and puts the dishes in the sink.- Jungkook rising from his seat as well to help and also escape the situation.

Well- this is certainly going to be an eventful day.

At the mall, the mood clearly lifts quite a bit- you're way too busy looking at all the displays and storefronts to really care much about Yoongi's sour attitude, which also has lightened partially due to Jimin's charming attitude towards him. It's a breath of fresh air for everyone- though Jungkook isn't sure when he was put on babysitting duty when it comes to you, trailing after you to make sure you won't get lost.

You don't really acknowledge him, and he's fine with that. All of it gives him a little bit of a chance to observe you more, and paint a clearer picture of you. Because he's convinced that you're not actually mean or a bad person- you're probably just worried, or scared. And he knows that cat hybrids tend to lash out when they feel threatened or cornered. He's seen it time and time again. And he hopes that maybe he can witness you opening up to him as well- one day.

Though right now, he's reminded of his own issues- as he walks past a small group of friends bunny hybrids clearly intimidated by his presence, something you look at from the side, before you search for a bottle of juice you want it seems like. You stand out amongst the people even though your outfit isn't all that colorful- but it's still just uniquely you, frills and patterns and bows all adorable on you.

Although your high heeled mary janes don't really help reaching his height at all, down the line. You're not even a hand-length taller than any of the bunny hybrids currently talking in a hushed tone with their large brown eyes staring at him, before they pass you, almost as if to escape. You look after them, before you take a small bottle of mango juice for yourself, walking towards the cash register- and he notices the way you now look back, as if to check if he follows. He does- though a bit slower now.

He doesn't really want people to think he's stalking you or anything.

His hybrid breed and overall appearance intimidates people a lot- mostly other hybrids, and he knows this, painfully so. He doesn't mean to come off as this- and in the past, he really tried to look as friendly as he could, with colorful sweaters and shorter hair to make sure his face would never be hidden from view. But he quickly realized that he can't change the way he's being perceived. He's always been the big bad dog- and that stigma will forever stick with him no matter where he goes. So he decided to be and appear the way he wanted to- got himself tattoos and started to dress in a more comfortable, though very dark style, while also growing out his hair.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't affect him anymore.

After paying for your bottle of juice, you stand in front of the small convenience store, the bunny hybrids still watching him with their intense looks, and Jungkook feels himself become overly conscious of just how many people are around him. It makes him nervous. Does he make others nervous too? How many people are looking at him right now, just waiting for him to make a mistake?

Suddenly, something cold hits his bare arm, once, then again. He looks to the side, spots the tips of your cat ears which ware turned one towards him, and one backwards towards the bunnies, though your eyes are simply looking to the side, as you hold out the bottle. "Uh.. for me?" He wonders, caught off guard, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"No, dumb dog-" You mumble, tapping your foot impatiently. "-open it. I can't." you admit, and only now does he spot the way one of your palms seems to be an angry red, probably from the force of you trying to unscrew the cap. He takes the bottle from you, opens it with ease, before he gives the bottle to you, cap still in his hand. You drink slowly, probably because the liquid must be pretty cold, a drop from the condensation on the outside of the plastic container falling right into your cleavage, and he averts his gaze in respect for you, instead noticing something else.

The bunnies are still looking at him. So is a young couple with a small dog hybrid child. But they're not looking at him with worry, or fear, or anything-

the bunnies seem almost shy now, watching him with sparkling eyes of wonder. The puppy hybrid laughs, the mother having a warm smile on her lips, her striped cat tail softly curling over her lap while her husband chuckles next to her. And then you clear your throat, before you hold out the bottle to Jungkook again- who screws the sap back on, and decides to hold it for you. You're not thanking him at all, and he doesn't expect you to.

He doesn't need you to.

Because he realizes what you just did. You didn't just demand him to open a bottle- you could've done that right after paying for the beverage, but you did it almost strategically in this rather open and exposed spot. To show off- to show that Jungkook isn't a big bad dog at all.

And as you walk back, he falls a bit into his own mind, thinking of how to repay you that act of kindness- because he's always been like that. He can't help but feel the need to not be in someone elses debt- something Yoongi has taught him not to do. You're just on your way back however, when Jungkook realizes something he didn't notice while he was stuck deep in thought-

you're no longer in sight. He can't see you- can't smell you. You've vanished.

And he's panicking, because in front of him, he can see both Jimin and Yoongi, who seemingly haven't noticed your absence yet, Jimin happily waving him over. Jungkook feels his heart drop- how is he going to explain that he lost you? "Where's-" Jimin starts, and Jungkook feels his tail lower down in shame.

"I don't know." He offers, Jimin's face clearly falling at that. "She was with me like- five minutes ago, I don't know where she went.." He admits shamefully, and Yoongi sighs.

"Let me guess-" He mumbles, looking over at his partner. "She doesn't have her phone with her?" He asks him, and Jimin shakes his head. "Great. Let's just sit down here on the side and wait. Maybe she'll find us soon." He suggests, while Jimin doesn't seem too convinced about that plan.

"No, I'll go look-" He starts, Yoongi holding him back by his hand, trying to tug him back to sit down next to him. "Yoongi-"

"If you run off now she's never going to find you." He offers. "She's an adult, not a child, Jimin. She can do this on her own." He explains, while Jungkook doesn't feel convinced. Sure, you truly aren't a child, and he doesn't view you as such, but the mall is still pretty big. And you're on your own. And yes- maybe he feels a bit oddly protective over you, considering you're somewhat part of the family- even if you try very hard not to. Jimin and Yoongi truly seem to get along very well, and clearly share an emotional connection, making it very obvious that the only hurdle right now is you and Jungkook trying to get along.

And maybe he's at fault too. If he was a soft cat hybrid too, or a cute bunny, or even a gentle bear hybrid, you wouldn't be so reserved and defensive. If he wasn't born as a dangerous dog breed, he probably wouldn't make you feel so intimidated.

Maybe if he was different, this whole mess wouldn't even exist.

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You actually didn't mean to get lost. You really didn't. After all, why would you? This is your personal nightmare, after all.

Being left alone has always been an issue to you. Maybe because it happened so much to you in the past that you now just felt this obsession with needing to latch onto things you want to keep, fueling your fear of abandonment even further over time. Maybe it's always been like that, and your overall reaction to it simply just changed. You're not sure. All you know is that you don't want to be alone anymore, and Jimin had been the soothing security for a good few years for you, your security in the fact that you'd never have to be on your own again. And now with Yoongi and Jungkook, that security is challenged- your happy little bubble about to burst.

Or maybe it already did, and he's just trying to find the best moment to break the news to you.

None of your thoughts want to make sense as you sit on the random bench in the mall, staring at the hem of your skirt. Your mind just wont clear up, nothing really offering you any comfort as you wait for someone to maybe come find you. Maybe no one will actually reach out to search for you. Maybe they're happy you're gone now. Should you just leave? You could just go to the next police station, they'd put you in a shelter in that case, and Jimin wouldn't even have to come pick you up. He could just say over the phone that he doesn't want you back, making the whole process a lot easier on everyone.

Jungkook is a nice guy. He's gonna fit right in with Yoongi and Jimin.

He really doesn't deserve the looks he gets. You've noticed that a lot today- the odd glances he gets thrown, as if he's a criminal on the loose, ready to stab someone at a moment's chance, when in reality, that dog could probably not even slap down a fly if he was asked to do so. He's so soft, and gentle, and a little bit sensitive- making you wonder if he ever really gets angry at all.

You know you get angry a lot. You know your tantrums are childish, but you can't help your reactions. You're not good at handling and controlling your emotions. You never learned how to do that- and you refuse to put any effort into it anymore anyways, because does it really matter?

Suddenly, someone walks past the bench you're sitting on, stands in front of you with his back turned facing you, looking around. You're watching him for a bit, crossing your arms as you get up to walk a bit closer, before you say anything. "You'd make for a horrible tracking dog, you know that?" You snap at Jungkook, who's ears turn around first, before his head whips towards you as well- tail beginning to wag as he realizes you've been finally found.

It's kind of cute.

What isn't kind of cute is the absolute bear-hug he tackles you with, holding you close for a good moment as if he'd just reunited with a long lost friend, while you lean back away from him, cringing at his overly happy attitude. "Don't run off like that!" He scolds, though there's no fire behind his words. Someone walking past chuckles at the scene he's spotting, and you push against the dog hybrid's chest to signal that he needs to step away a bit, which he does, apologizing under his breath before he smiles. "Let's get back to Yoongi and Jimin. They've been worried." He informs you, walking next to you as he leads you to where they both are sitting.

"Yoongi is gonna be fucking pissed seeing that you found me." You mumble, and Jungkook looks down at you, before he shakes his head.

"Yoongi is a bit.. bad with feelings, and he can be a little harsh with his words, but he means well." Jungkook tries to justify his owner's behavior. "He's really nice. He's just.. stressed because he really likes Jimin, and wants to work it out all by himself." he explains, walking next to you with his hands in his pockets. "He's always been like that. He feels bad when something fails that he's involved in, and then puts all the blame on himself." He shrugs.

"That's stupid." You mumble, spotting both of your owners on a bench in the distance.

"A little, maybe." Jungkook laughs. "But I'd say he thinks what you're doing is stupid too, so." He jokes, and at that you glare up at him, arms crossed.

"Well you're stupid too." You huff, while he suddenly grins down at you, a very interesting look on his face.

"And you're cute." He says, leaving you to stop in your tracks as your brain needs to process his words for a good moment, not having expected that. And you don't get much more time to really think about it when a happy Jimin runs towards you and embraces you in a hug, clearly relieved that you're back and not lost after all.

Though Yoongi doesn't look too impressed at all.

"What the hell was that?" He scolds as you're relieved from Jimin's hug, though you're clearly not just taking Yoongi's words without a fight back.

"Got lost, my god." You roll your eyes. "Sorry I got found, won't happen again I guess." You mumble, looking to the side, while Yoongi sighs.

"I sure hope this doesn't happen again at all." He says, walking closer to adjust your hybrid collar so that your tags are facing the front- the close contact making you inch back a bit on instinct, his hands stuttering a little because of that. "..don't get lost again, please." He mumbles, indicating that he was at least mildly worried- and you're just looking at the floor, pouting to yourself.

"..I'll try." You just say back quietly, causing both Jungkook and Jimin to laugh.

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Later that day back at the cabin you all share, it's clear that that little moment today didn't magically change anything. You're still picking a fight with Yoongi left and right, you're still awfully bratty and Yoongi keeps on scolding you while Jimin tries to keep things at least somewhat civil- but there's an odd lightness to it now. Like the bite behind your words- and also Yoongis- has lessened quite a bit now, no longer intending to hurt.

And tonight you don't argue at all about the sleeping arrangement- at least not vocally-, making it a bit easier on Jimin and Yoongi.

Though Jungkook notices how you're not sleeping, rather staring into nothingness while the entire room and cabin is drowned in darkness, your owner probably already asleep. "Everything okay?" Jungkook asks, and you hum an affirmative answer towards him- though he notices you're not very confident in your response it seems like. "What's wrong?" He now whispers as to not wake up your owners, as he sits up on his bed now, looking over at you.

"..nothin'. Go sleep, dog." You mumble, pulling the blanket a bit higher over your body.

"You know.." Jungkook starts quietly, sighing as he rubs his eyes. "..Nothing's gonna happen to you." He offers, and at that your eyes move to find his. "I know that you're scared-"

"I'm not." You respond.

"-that you're not scared then, but if you were-" He teases a bit, watching you roll your eyes. "-it would be for nothing. Jimin's not gonna get rid of you, Yoongi doesn't hate you, I don't hate you either." He tells you, and you sigh.

"..why not?" You mumble, so quiet he almost doesn't hear it. "Jiminie only pays attention to Yoongi now. He didn't even brush my tail before bed anymore, like he always does. He doesn't care anymore." You mumble, making you roll over to have your back facing Jungkook.

"What if I did it for you then?" He wonders, and you look over your shoulder with an irritated look. "I know it's not the same, but I can try." He offers, shrugging, while you sit up slowly now as well, watching him suspiciously.

"Why would you do that?" You ask, and he just leans his head to the side a little, his gaze now a lot more serious.

"Cause I know what it's like to be alone." He tells you. "I know what it feels like to have no one. And I don't want you to feel that when we're all here." He tells you, and you look down to the floor, oddly quiet now.

And it stays like that for a good moment, making Jungkook question whether or not you fell asleep while sitting- when you raise your face again, this time eyes glossy with emotions you won't speak of. And you don't have to.

Because the way you don't fight him as he walks over to hug you speaks louder than anything you could say to him. And tonight, you feel a little less lonely with him holding you. Tonight, you're opening up just a little bit. Tonight, you decide to cling to someone new-

Tonight, Jungkook get's a little taste of how sweet you can be, once you let someone in.

Sticky like honey, clinging to his skin.

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"…if you tell either of those two about this I'll bite off your tail and boil it." You threaten against his chest, and he laughs, said tail wagging underneath the blanket you share.

"Of course." He chuckles, playfully petting your head. "Of course."

His cheeks almost hurting from smiling so brightly, as the sound of your purr fills the room.

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Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm finally here with series that i've been talking about from so long!! TBH I started writing this only because i miss yoongi so muchhhh ;_; . Also congratulations to everyone who had guessed it right to poll.💜

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Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, fluff, suggestive.

Taglist: Open

Updates: after every 4 days.

Warnings: not something that could make sense irl, an au concept, it could be dangerously delulu and fluff ofcourse! maybe slightly suggestive. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: this fic also feature hobi and his girl *I'm naming hobi's girl as my hobii biased bestie*. We obviously do have bangtan featuring and also a cameo of......?????? read till the end to find out who!!!🤔

I'm just an amateur, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your precious feedbacks, It would mean alot to me!!

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated!

check my other works until now here💌

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I've imagine this all night and every day!💕

Chapter-1

After a good sleep after what it feels like decade you lazily with your half opened eyes try to grab your phone to see what time it is, but even after multiple tapping when you couldn't trace your phone, you realize there's something odd! so you unwilling open your eyes a lill more and you're shocked! Coz how the heck is there a side table next to you that too with a night lamp, shocked from top to bottom coz you have none of them at your place. You immediately click open your eyes and sit up straight to only realize you're sleeping on what it seems like a bed of your dreams, but what the heck? you don't have a bed at your place!

As soon you look around, Next thing you know this is not your room!!!! not even your place? You immediately try to remember everything that happened last night and you clearly remember sleeping at your place, in your room, on your mattress while hugging shooky! Then where and how on the earth did you end up here? And who's place is this even?? And most importantly where is your phone?? You are shocked, confused but more than anything terrified! Every possible bad thought coming to your mind... you hurriedly get up from the bed and immediately run towards the room's door as soon as you open the door to run away you bump into someone and before you could shout/scream or defend yourself, they suddenly catch you and hold you into their arms, and you hear a familiar voice instead!

A voice that can calm 10000000... of your anxieties, your heart, your mind, the voice that you often switch to when you want to relax, when you seek for comfort or when you want to went your frustration or cry over something that hurts you, a voice you switch to gain strength and power from!! Your most favorite voice, a voice that you can recognize even if you're asleep, you suddenly feel your body freeze when the owner of the voice intertwines your fingers with his prettiest hands.

"AISHHHH are you hurt! what's the hurry hmnn? Didn't i told you not to get up early today, It's our week off, so no need to wake-up early for a week anyways!" And finally let's his hold on you loosen up a bit, and you meet his cat like adorable eyes and his cutest :] smile that you love the most, you're in awe of him, looking a lill lost, shocked yet frozen and looking like you might just faint any moment, lill tears full of happiness and love rolling down your cheek. Meanwhile you are still trying to process things! Meanwhile he continues, "I had promised myself i want make it up for all the times we lost, my enlistment, going on BV, run bts comeback, then our comeback and what not, i want to treat you like a queen kitten" he said while finally looking straight into your eyes, and cupping your cheeks, as soon as he does, he notices your tears and panics, "bby why are you crying? Why do you look so lost and froze.." before even he could finish you laugh thinking you're losing your mind maybe to see things like these in your dreams! Why? coz you miss your bias a lill too much!! But what kind of unbelievable dream is this? "BV! ENLISTMENT! OMGG WTH how is it all possible it's 2023, this is the result of my too much overthinking! Coz lmaooo this feels like some kdramaish fuking dream of mine omggg what the heck!" You slightly hit your head with your hands "wake up you delulu ass you have work irl" and try to lightly slap yourself "omfl dreaming queen wake up Min Yoongi is out of your league" you scream finally losing your mind.

At this point yoongi too losing all his mind and laughing his ass off while holding you close as if you're his most precious possession ever, his shoulders shaking with his gummy smile full on display, he pinches you slightly while still laughing uncontrollably, "yahhhh y/n are you again messing with me, see you're still with me and I'm still with you! We both are real and no this not a dream, stop acting like it's our first day after confession bby! Are you pranking me on our one year anniversary today?? Jinjja you're so over aren't you! And what's about that time being 2023 y/nieee you exposed yourself there, who gets a memory loss just by sleeping and forgets everything especially when it's 2026 our tour announcement is near, something you've been looking forward since ages!!! you jinjja overdid too much over that!!!" He says while laughing uncontrollably, "Omoo! Omooo! Omona! Ahhh I get it now! this is because of hobii's girl isn't! You guys are bestfriends but you both can't use similar tricks bby, we boys talk about things with each other hmnn okay! But ngl I was for sure scared a little but then I remembered hobaa telling me how harshitha had pranked him earli...'' WHAT DID YOU SAY! HARSHITHA??? HOW DO YOU KNOW HER!!!!"

"Yahhhhh y/n hajimaaaa you're done already!! You're exposed, i know this prank i told you!" At this point you're confused more than anything what kind of dream is this!! But this has to be some kind of silly dream coz no way it's 2026! Last time you checked before going to sleep it was fuking 2023, but still feeling this dream too real to be honest, suddenly you feel dizzy and yoongi notices it in no time and immediately helps you to get settled on bed and sits next to you. "Y/niee what's happening bby! You don't look fine to me, is there something you want to tell me?" He says while holding your hand, "yoonieee i..i don't want this dream to end" you finally say "love look at me!" He says while softly making you face him, "y/n i know our journey has been full of ups and downs, i know this all feels like a dream, coz that's how i feel too.. who could guess i had fall in love without even having a conversation with them, but see here we are!!" even though you don't get hold or clue of any of whatever happening you could feel sincerity through his words, his eyes and his actions and unknowingly nodd to him.

Feeling a bit reassured He kisses your knuckles, "Now don't cry hmnn.. i promise to make it up for everything y/nieee, but for now you go and get ready then we'll go and have lunch with boys, then we will do whatever you want okay" he says while getting up and slowly making you stand up from the bed, while he's still holding your hands and taking you towards what it seems like bathroom. To your surprise everything in his house is so grand yet so simple and sober just THE MIN YOONGI of STYLE/VIBE!

"Now don't cry okay, and don't worry I'll keep your clothes ready for you in the changing room, now go and get freshen up hmnn, i love you kitten" with saying that he gives you a sweet peck "i.i..i love you too yoons" and close the door to hide your silly smile and your flushed cheeks, "aigooo my kitten is so shy" you could hear yoongi laughing and leaving from there.

Finally you face yourself in the mirror and pinch your cheeks a lill hard expecting to wake up from your dream and voila here comes NOTHING!! To your shock you are still in what it happens to be yoongi's house's bathroom! Unable to understand anything, you think maybe this some kind of silly dream of yours but even after trying to wake yourself up for 100007777777.. times now, you think if you aren't able to wake-up maybe god is being too kind to you.. and is giving you a huge bonus for your bad days by letting you live this dream a little longer and maybe instead of panicking or going crazy you should just grab this opportunity to be with the man you love and just go with the flow!

Accepting your own advice you take shower and get ready in beautiful dress choosed by yoongi and come out nervously wearing it, meanwhile yoongi himself looking absolutely stunningly gorgeous that you can't help but feel dizzy of how beautiful he can be. As soon as he spots you he comes towards you while making eye contact with you and pulls you by your waist making you gasp! "You look so beautiful my queen" he says while tucking your hair strand back, "says who himself, looks like a king landed from dreamland" you respond him shyly looking down unable to hide how flustered you're by his compliments and the closeness you both are sharing, thinking how dreamy this all is. He bits his lips, "you know darling these little trivial habits of yours make me go insane for you, you know how much i love when you blush so much and the reason behind it is me, no matter how much hard you try to act cool darling i can know how you feel just by looking at you!" At this point you're nothing more than a melting puddle, in attempt to hide your face you, cover your face with your palms "love don't hide beautiful face of yours that i wish to see 24x7, just know i love you so much" yoongi lovingly pull your hands towards him and places them on his chest while his own resting on your waist.

"Yoon"

"Y/n"

"aren't we supposed to go somewhere?"

"you know I'm having second thoughts maybe i should call members and cancel the lunch" "yahhhh don't be ridiculous they must have made themselves available for you, now if you cancel on them how would they feel yoongs?" "Yaahhh what do you mean by FOR ME y/niee, its for us, they all love you so much, don't you remember how they didn't wanted to get up early on week off and only agreed upon coming for lunch only after you persuaded them!!" you simply nodd in amusement on how long and unbelievable this dream of yours is turning into. Although you soon stop thinking about it as yoongi intertwines your both hands and start walking out of the bedroom, and your stunned by how well his house is, just how you had imagined, out of curiosity you manage to ask him something that has been bothering you "yoongs where is holly?", "oh yeah i totally forgot to tell you, i had asked hyung if he could pickup holly and take care of him for a day or two and he happily agreed and took him today morning, sorry bby you couldn't say bye to him, but i knew if you had been awake you had never let holly go, and i wanted to spend sometime with you, plus we had to meet m.." shushhhhhhh yoonie why are you giving me such detailed explanation, i understand you hmn, i asked you coz i miss him but i know it's good that he's at your brother's place, atleast he'll not have to stay alone while we go out, i trust you yoons! now lets go" you said while looking at him lovingly, yoongi immediately pulling you into a quick hug, "you always make me want to love you even more y/niee" and again intertwining your hands you both walk out of his house and now driving towards what it looks like the place you're about to meet bangtan, but suddenly yoongi makes his way toward a huge building, and before you know you're entering into hybe???

You immediately look towards yoongi, being both nervously yet confused; about why did he took you over to his workplace suddenly, and just like he received your telepathy he immediately understanding your expressions, he explains you how he had a small business to complete, and he promises it won't take any long time, it was so sudden and urgent that he had to stop over and that till the time being you can wait in his studio, you understand his situation and most important know how much he loves his work, what if its a silly dream still 'MIN YOONGI IS MIN YOONGI after all!!!'

Nervous about how to react, yoongi reaches out to you opening your side of car door for you to come out, and hold your hands softly, "Don't worry bby, everyone is familiar with you now, no one is gonna question you anything hmnn! As soon as you arrive in the building you could practically feel almost every eye on you, not in any bad way but eyes admiring you both, few of the staff greeting you both, suddenly yoongi stops on his tracks while receiving a phone call and quickly ends his call asks you go in his studio next door, you panic because wtf you don't know the password to his studio! when he again comes back running, you both say together,

"yoons the password?"

"Y/n here your phone",

again you both say together "Whattttt?"

"y/n did you forgot the password to my studio, aishhh it's our birthday pabo, 3959" he says slightly chuckling "you keep forgetting things bby, you even forget to take your phone with you last night and let it be on our couch, i remembered to take it while we were leaving! Now don't worry, I'll come back quickly! you make yourself comfortable in studio" he quickly brushed his hands over yours reassuring you. both of you not knowing someone had been watching your actions from far. Before you knew, you felt someone's gaze on you both so you quickly turn, only to meet another cat like eyes that you always admired from far and yoongi immediately pulling him into a friendly hug. ''o woozisii you remember me mentioning about my girl right, here she is l/n y/n,'' ''and y/n this is jihoon aka woozi, well ofcourse you don't need his introduction afterall you've been following his music from sometime already'' he said smiling widely towards both of you, meanwhile you and woozi nod your heads and bow to greet eachother. "okay you guys please get comfortable talking with each other, i've some urgent work to complete so i'll get going.. I'll soon come back after which we will get going y/niee okay hmnn..'' "and I'll see you around woozisii'' he quickly shook his hands towards him and gave you look of assurance and then left.

''So y/nssi how long have you been knowing hyung!'' woozi suddenly ask you, firstly not expecting to meet or see him and then him asking you questions makes you freeze at the spot. not knowing why the hell are you feeling so nervous for no proper reason, this is a dream after all!!! whereas woozi continuing to what it seems more likely to interrogate you, ''you don't look used to him, do you?? well don't get me wrong or freakout y/nssi..by any chance is it a case like you don't remember anything of past and remember being in 2023 and waking upto 2026???''

''WHAT IN THE FREAKING WORLD!!!'' is all you manage to speak out.

to be continued....

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okay guys so finally, this was first part to my series.. how was it? did you guys liked or enjoyed?? well i hope you did!!! also an important update, I'll upload chapters of this series after every 3/4 days!!

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