#anyway this is only important as a medium to state that im tired of trying to act right and im irrevocably fucked thank u

[outofbodyinjury]

ugh why don't we rewind your childhood and turn you into a third-culture kid raised in an isolationist spiritual community and see if you turn out normal

#BITCHIE I CANT DO IT #this recovery speedrun will take my whole life and dont u DARE expect me to be normal #yeah ik everyone's special but holy fuck this is an unprecedented level of special. u want what i have #except you don't #anyway this is only important as a medium to state that im tired of trying to act right and im irrevocably fucked thank u #things keep happening that expect me to act different but i shan't im literally an exvan mk smh smh #j personal #delete later #like i said. can i just have daddy issues instead #explaining the cult is getting kind of old

[guccybangtan]

Blue Side- Chapter I

Hello everyone and welcome to my new story! I’m not entirely sure how long its gonna be but I hope you all like it regardless! I don't have a summary for it right now because I'm just kind of rolling with the ideas so it'll be a surprise. I was inspired by @daydream-hobii with all of her hybrid stories so go check them out~

Pairing: Hybrid! BTS x Reader, Platonic! Reader x Jackson Wang; Features: Mark Tuan, Im Jaebum, Bambam;

Word Count: 1,487

Warning: TALK OF SEXUAL ABUSE!! READ WITH CAUTION! 🚨Mentions of physical and emotional abuse;( will be updated as the story progresses)

**Links Removed** see masterlist for other chapters

Letting out a groan, Y/N sat up, smashing the snooze button on her alarm. She loved her job, she really did, but sometimes it had her working crazy hours, just like tonight. She worked with some of her best friends at a hybrid adoption center. They also were an emergency care center. Y/N always wanted to care for them, since a lot of the time they were mistreated. She still couldn’t believe that people treated them like such animals. After she managed to get up she  got dressed she made a cup of coffee to go. When she stepped out into the brisk night air, she decided to walk to the center as it was only a short distance there and she liked to walk. It didn’t bother her that it was the night, she actually quite enjoyed it.

“ Hey Y/N!” Jackson said cheerfully as she pushed the doors open.

“ Hey Jackson, how are you doin’?” She asked, still a little tired.

“ A little stressed, we got a few new patients. Mark said some won’t talk at all so I’m glad you’re here.” Mark was one of their doctors.

Y/N was good with hybrids, like strangely good. When they had hybrids that were scared,too nervous to open up, or afraid of males, she would be the one to talk to them and get treatment started. Bambam was the only other worker like Y/N that was really good with hybrids, so most of the time they did their rounds checking on everyone together. Their team was relatively small at the center but they did well.

“ Who should I check first?” She asked. She was alone tonight. Some of the hybrids would be in more distress than others, which could cause lasting damage if not dealt with immediately.

“Uh, there’s a bengal cat that keeps trying to escape the room, won’t stop hitting the glass. A red panda that won’t come out from under the bed and a wolf with some really bad lacerations.”

“Guess we’ll start with the wolf.”

After Jackson got her the mobile med kit, Y/N set out to find Jaebum. He was the one with all the keys to the rooms because he tended to make sure they were always in order. The hybrids were locked in at night for safety. Since there were so many different kinds they didn’t want any fights to break out. They were always allowed to play outside and hang out, with supervision from the daytime staff, for most of the day. After Y/N had found him and collected the key she make her way toward the wing that held all the canines and similar animals. Peeking in the window Y/N tried to make an assessment of the man without disturbing him yet. He was tall, very thin, with what looked like quite a few deep, angry, scratches down his chest and possibly down his back. He was sitting in the corner farthest from the door, all the furniture pushed to the opposite side of the room. Y/N reached for the clipboard attached to the door.

“Kim Namjoon.” She whispered

        Wolf Hybrid

        Male

        Age 23

       History of abuse

More facts were listed about him but she wasn’t too concerned with them. This was gonna be harder than she though. Taking a deep breath she knocked on the door and stuck the key in to unlock it. As soon as she pushed open the door his head snapped up, fierce eyes meeting hers. An immediate guttural growl left his throat.

“ Hey there,” Y/N began, setting the kit down as she put her arms out in front of her, “I’m just here to clean your cuts.”

“ Don’t touch me.” He stated it with so much dominance Y/N almost contemplated leaving but she knew if she didn’t clean him up an infection could be fatal.

“Sorry, I really need to clean your cuts. If you get infected nothing good will come of it.”

He sat up, looking like he was considering rushing her. She began to reach for her radio on her hip to call Jackson, raising her other hand towards the man to show she wasn’t a threat. Before she pressed the button to talk, he seemed to reconsider.

“ Make it quick.” He spoke lowley

“ I’ll be gentle…?” Even though she knew his name she wanted him to give it to her. That way they could build trust.

“Namjoon.”

“Okay, Namjoon. I’ll do my best, but I need you to take off your shirt.’’ This caused him to hesitate. All traces of the show of dominance seconds ago left his body. He looked down and began to shrink away from her. Something clicked in Y/N’s head. Maybe she was thinking of the wrong kind of abuse. She mentally cursed Jackson for not being detailed as she tried to diffuse the situation.

“ Hey, look, it’s nothing like what you’re thinking,’’ she began, moving backwards to give him some space. “ I just need to be able to see the cuts the clean them, I can call someone to get you some clean clothes for after I’m done and I’ll leave. It won’t take long, but this needs to happen. I’m sorry.’’

He looked up at her and nodded, and began to remove his shirt.

“Shit.’’ She whispered to herself as she could finally see them clearly. He looked as if he got jumped, not just a small fight. There were three large ones on his front, with some smaller ones around his neck and what looked to be a bite mark near his jugular. She grabbed her kit and began to make quick work of his front, while being as gentle as possible. She would concern herself with his back later.  Y/N was glad she had checked the clipboard, but she needed to have a serious talk with Jackson about important details.

As she cleaned him, she made mental notes to herself to see if she could get him to open up about what happened, that way they can help protect him from something like this happening again. When she was finished with his front she timidly asked if he would turn around. Again, he hesitated, but complied silently. As soon as Y/N saw his back, she quietly clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from letting out any noise; She sat up straighter and tensed uncomfortably. Not only was he covered in more cuts, he had many, many scars littering his whole back. They looked as if they were mainly from belts, like they were whipping him with the metal side, and riding crops. She worked even quicker on his back, almost unable to handle it. The poor hybrid had obviously been through a lot and she didn’t want to make him anymore uncomfortable.

Namjoon’s back had only two medium sized scratches and a few small ones but the torture that he had been through before seemed to carry the weight of a thousand worlds. She laid the last bandage and began to clean up. She quickly called Jackson on the radio and asked for some clothes for Namjoon began to bid him good night so he could change, but before she could leave he grabbed her bicep. Y/N tensed up and spun around quickly, removing his hand. He looked taken aback but spoke anyway.

“I just wanted to say thank you… most people would’ve gotten frustrated and just left, but you didn’t. Why?’’

“I know what it’s like to be abused,’’ She spoke, wrapping her arms around herself,  “not in the same way as you, but, it’s all the same anyway, isn’t it?’’

He nodded soberly and reached out for her hand. She took his and gave it a squeeze. Maybe they were more alike than they originally thought.

“What happened to you?’’ Y/N asked before she could stop herself. She immediately opened her mouth to retract her previous question but before she could he answered it.

“ I used to be apart of this group of show hybrids. They had a bunch of exotic and rare hybrids they would take to shows and banquets. There was probably eleven of us. They forced us to do tricks while at the shows and when we got home...’’ He trailed off, taking a deep breath, “ when we got home, if we messed up or didn't do something to their satisfaction,which was quite often, they would hit us, telling us they were doing it because they loved us and they wanted us to be better. They would also do things to us. Bad things. Looking back on it now, it’s not normal like they told us it was.’’

Y/N nodded as he opened up this little bit of his past. She understood. As she was about to respond Jackson burst through the door.

“We’re having a bit of a problem out here!’’

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