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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Bonus chapter | BTS OT7 au
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Welcome to the prequel, I cannot believe how long it's taken me to update this story I really hope you enjoy this <3 (the gif makes me think of the 6 in their office waiting for MC, but Yoongi’s hiding her in his office 🤣) Warnings: menstrual cycle stuff, hormones, possessiveness
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Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.
“Kitten if you keep pouting so hard you’ll look like a fish,” Yoongi teases without looking up from his paperwork. 
“I’m not pouting,” you deny wearing the proverbial pout.
Hoseok snickers, covering it with a weak cough when you glare at him for a second, turning back to Yoongi with your arms crossed. 
“Flower you need to look in the mirror,” Taehyung says deeper than usual, making your heart flutter momentarily, the sound makes him smile, but you avoid his gaze. 
“Hyung stop being mean or you’ll cloud my sunshine,” Hobi pretends to berate the panther hybrid, all of their tails swishing in the air enthusiastically as you get more riled up. 
You were in the main CEO office with three big cat hybrids, most people would stand guard or scared, Yoongi thought, but of course his kitten would stand defiantly in between them with no ounce of fear.
“Just admit you did it on purpose Min Yoongi,” your pout was getting more pronounced at the accusation, a big cute frown on your face that makes Yoongi bite his lips to stop smiling but he fails. 
Hoseok and Tae laugh behind their hands or paperwork, both of them clearing their throats and schooling their features before you turn on them. 
“What exactly did I do wrong, kitten?” Yoongi asks with a dare in his eyes, a lot of people thought you both didn’t get on but they were wrong. Yes, you both argued and disagreed with each other without care about who was watching but it was only play-fighting, and Yoongi did it on purpose to see his kitten’s claws. Who else in the company would dare confront him like this with his full name on their lips in that demeanour. 
“I emailed you my report because you asked for a digital copy AND YOU CHANGED THE FONT!”
Hoseok and Taehyung both clasp their hands over their mouths as the giggles escape, you eye them both distastefully, narrowed gaze piercing them.
“And what’s the problem?” Yoongi smirks, oh you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.
You groan exasperatedly, huffing loudly which only makes his grin wider. How he loved playing with his kitten, any piece of string he dangled in front of you sent you running in circles with him and he always loved the sight. 
“Why did you change it?” The pout is back.
“You’re pouting again Kitten,” Yoongi sighs, “stop it.”
You only pout harder, looking at him like a child being told off but not backing down. 
“I’m not pouting,” you argue, and your tone tickles him. For your own safety you needed to be more aware of your facial muscles, or did you not realise every time you purse your lips like that you were just asking to be kissed, and Yoongi was not a gentleman, how long did you expect him to resist?
“Hyung,” Taehyung whines, copying your expression exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you changed the font on flower’s hard work.”
“How could you?” Hoseok joins in, adopting a childish tone in his voice as he pouts extra hard. 
The fake support only makes you glare at them, they sounded ridiculous as they struggled to keep their composure. Yoongi doesn’t hold back his soft laughter, the sound cooling your anger a little.
“You’re not funny,” you say to the duo, watching both their tails swish behind them as they mock you. 
“I disagree,” Tae chuckles. 
“We’re hilarious sunshine,” Hoseok chimes in, “and Yoongi hyung was right, you are pouting.”
“That is beside the point,” you disregard them, “the point is Min Yoongi disrespected my work.”
“I changed the font Kitten, I didn’t insult it,” he rolls his eyes but the smirk doesn’t disappear. 
“Helvetica is an insult,” you mumble, walking away with a stomp in your step. The three cat hybrids start to petulantly whine and complain as you leave, begging for you to stay.
“Kitten, I’ll change it back,” Yoongi calls after you.
“Flower come back,” Taehyung whines.
“Sunshine we were joking!” 
But your only response was the slam of the office door.
“No one tell Namjoon.”
“Hyung you were pushing it,” Hoseok berates him gently, “or did you not scent the change yet?”
“Of course I did, it’s my favourite time to play with Kitten,” Yoongi admits. “She’s extra volatile this time of month.”
Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief, “Hyung you’re sadistic.”
Hoseok just stares at the panther with a knowing look. Min Yoongi could pretend all he wanted, but the man was soft for you and your attention. 
Did their hybrid ears deceive them, or was that your heart pumping out of pace as you stared up at Jin with a spaced out look. The bear hybrid was devastatingly handsome, the whole company knew it, even you weren’t immune to it.
“Angel, are you listening to what Hyung is saying?” Jimin calls you out with a smirk.
“Huh,” you take a second to snap out of it, meeting the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes before you feel your cheeks burn. “Yep.”
It sounds like a squeak as you turn back to the file Jin was holding, trying to read the words on the page but you can’t make out a single sentence. You hear him chuckle beside you, wishing the floor would swallow you whole to escape the sudden embarrassment you felt. 
“Beautiful girl, are you feeling okay?” Jin asks with a grin, bathing in the sight of you becoming flustered. 
“Flower,” Taehyung stands from his desk with mock worry on his face, taking your hands in his as he stares you down, “your heart rate just skyrocketed, are you okay?”
Jimin and Jungkook push Jin out of the way, the trio surrounding you as they voice their concern over your health, making you want Hell to open up and take you if it meant you could escape this. 
“Ya!” Even Jin couldn’t save you now, he may have been the oldest but when the maknaes wanted something they’d get it. He sighs, shaking his head as you fight for words against their attack. 
“You don’t have a temperature,” Jungkook mutters with a pout, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. 
“This is serious,” Jimin contemplates, his hands on your cheeks as he looks into your eyes, “there’s no reason for angel’s heart rate to shoot up out of nowhere,” he fights the smirk but you can hear it in his voice, he knows exactly why you were like this, damn their hybrid senses.
“Bunny, are you sure you don’t have a heart condition?”
“Should we book an appointment with the company doctor,” Taehyung says to the two, his acting skills better than them by far, even you were almost convinced it would be a good idea. 
“This isn’t the first time it’s happened Bunny, what if it’s something serious?” Jungkook teases, unable to stop the grin on his face. 
“Has no one else picked up on it Angel?” Jimin asks innocently before his eyes change again, a cheshire cat smile on the fox’s face forming without restraint. “It only ever happens with us.”
Your whole head feels like it’s on fire, the open mouth of shock pressing shut with annoyance. 
“Maybe I’m allergic to you guys,” you say through gritted teeth, making the boys gasp in outrage at the idea. 
It hurt like a bitch, like little fists were punching you from the inside out and all you could do was grit your teeth and take painkillers, which you swear did nothing. You try to suppress a groan, pressing your lips together hard as you get through another cramp. You wish you didn’t come in today but there was an important meeting and you stupidly thought that was more important than crying in bed in pain alone. 
You don’t notice three sets of eyes on you, looking on with worry. It's when you clutch your abdomen, eyes squeezed closed, that they know they can no longer leave you be. 
“Y/n you stink,” Suran says nonchalantly as she passes your desk, the Chihuahua hybrid dropping off some files before giving you a fake sympathetic smile and holding her nose as she walks away. 
Taehyung growls as he overhears, the chihuahua’s attention snapping to the tiger with fear widening her eyes, noticing Jimin looking at her with the same predatory hate that makes her cower away with a whine. 
You sigh when she walks away, hating the fact that every hybrid in the room knew exactly which point of your monthly cycle you were in, even with all the suppressants they had to take. At first it was weird to get used to, embarrassing even but with time it was just the way things were. Sometimes you had to admit it did have it’s benefits, like when you ranted to your panda hybrid BFF about Min Yoongi and the helvetica altercation she may have pointed out that you were PMSing and your patience with the panther was at sub zero because of it. Maybe you were overreacting about the whole font thing, just a little. 
“Noona,” Jungkook calls for your attention, the other two in tow looking at you with so much sympathy it was as if someone was dying. 
“Angel, care to follow us?” Jimin says holding out his hand for you to take.
You smile knowingly, but it doesn’t stretch very far. Every month your favourite trio found a way to distract you from work and form a cuddle nest in Yoongi’s office which he always allowed to your surprise. He would stare at the four of you while he pretended to work, both of you wishing he would just join the cuddle pile. 
“Guys I can't, I've got a meeting soon,” you say, glancing at the clock. “And you three are 20 minutes late to yours.”
They mumble feeble excuses which you silence with an unimpressed look. 
You almost crawl into the meeting room, your pace so slow your usual 30 minutes early to prep was now cut to 25, Jin had been pacing the room for five minutes wondering whether you had died, Namjoon restraining him from going to look for you telling the bear hybrid he was being too dramatic.
Of course, Namjoon eats his own words when they see you enter. Jin was normally the one to preempt your ritual of setting up, normally joining you so he could steal your time before being surrounded by your colleagues. This time round, Namjoon decided to join him and he’s so glad he did.
The protective growl is barely contained, he doesn’t know what hits him first, your palor, the smell of blood or the way you are so obviously in excruciating pain. 
“Baby girl,” his voice is on edge, “what are you doing here?”
You frown at him, wincing when another cramp makes you want to double over and die, did he have to ask you stupid questions? 
“Setting up,” you say breathlessly with a slight groan, pressing your lips together as if those two words alone just added tenfold to the agony. 
“I don’t think so,” the characteristic rise of his eyebrow tells you he’s serious, “go home, you’re in no state to work.” he turns to Jin, “Hyung, do you think you could drive-”
“I’m fine,” even through the struggle of those quiet words he could hear your stubbornness. 
He exhales, staring you down, jaw clenched. Jin glances between you both, even in your frailer than usual state he could see you weren’t going to back down, either of you. 
“Beautiful, maybe we should-”
“Nope,” you shake your head, ignoring them and starting to prep for the meeting, you were running out of time. You try to behave as normal, standing a little straighter, but your movements were slow, your head fuzzy.
“Y/n I am not kidding around, you look like you’re going to pass out,” Namjoon grits his teeth to stop himself yelling, he never yelled, but this or something similar happened every month and his patience ran out about a year ago.
You scowl at the lack of his term of endearment in that sentence, didn’t he know you were in pain? And he was going to call you by your name? The gall of the lead CEO, thinking he could just boss you around like he was… Huh, maybe your brain was suffering from a lot of blood loss, you genuinely forgot this man was your employer.
“I’m going to be fine,” you sigh, tired of everything. You just needed to make it through the day, only… 7 more hours left. You stop yourself from bursting into tears at the thought, why was time torturing you today? 
Jin watches Namjoon clench his fist, the bear hybrid taking a step back when the wolf’s eyes have that red glint in them that meant oncoming doom. You were somehow blissfully unaware, although he knew that wouldn’t last long. 
It's when you try to muffle a wince that he can hear the low growls coming from the male, his tail stiff and straight, making Jin’s instincts want to stand in front of you and defend you but the more rational part of his brain knew Namjoon would never hurt you. 
“Beautiful girl…” He tries again, nervously laughing but you seem to be oblivious to the state of the predator in the room. “I think-”
The whimper you try to conceal cuts him off, you’re clutching the edge of the table in front of you so hard your knuckles are white, your whole posture stiffening as you ride out the spasms your lower region assaults on your body. His eyes go wide when he doesn’t hear you breathe, he steps closer to you quickly as it passes and when you release the table you stumble back into his chest. 
His arm wraps around you quickly, keeping you steady as you catch your breath. Your stance is weaker, he can see your eyes are out of focus when he tilts your head to look at him. 
“You shouldn’t be here beautiful,” he sighs. “You should be at home, in bed, resting.”
“But-”
“I’m taking you home,” he insists, and he’d stay with you, no way was he going to leave you alone like this. He bet you hadn’t had anything to eat today either.
“But the meeting,” you whine weakly, you put so much work into today and your biology was ruining it. “No, I’m going to stay.”
You both hear the low rumbling sound behind you, tentatively turning towards the hooded eyes directed at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, Jin holding you tighter against him.
When he takes a step closer you instinctively try to take one back, unable to move with Jin freezing in response to the wolf. Namjoon lets out a deep breath, as if trying to control his instincts, instincts that scream at him to take his mate home, build her a nest and trap her in it until she recovers. 
“Baby girl you either let Hyung take you home now,” he pauses, searching your eyes for the defiance he needed to subdue. The corner of his lips twitch as if he’s almost amused, but really it's because his patience has been tested to its limits. 
You try to speak but no sound leaves, all you can do is watch the predator stalk up to you, looking up at him as his gaze almost dared you to try and challenge him.
“Or…” his smile doesn’t reach his eyes, stretched thin like his nonexistent tolerance for your attitude. 
“I call security to escort you out of the building.”
You gawp at him in surprise, he wouldn’t, there is no way on Earth he would call security on you.
“Don’t test me Y/n, it’s for your own good,” he grunts in reply to your unspoken thoughts, the fake smile gone to reveal his glare. He doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch even when he can see your eyes starting to water. He marches over to the internal company phone when you don’t move towards the exit, Jin having released you to watch your reaction. You cross your arms, looking at the wolf with just as much contempt despite the pain you were in. The adrenaline of your standoff helped a little, but you would die before you admit it. 
He scoffs after waiting a second too long, unbuttoning his cuffs and pushing his sleeves up his arms. They felt like they were constraining him, the tie and collar would have to be loosened next once he dealt with you. He glares at you again, ready to end this stalemate, but your eyes aren’t on his with fire like he expects. Instead, they travel down his arms, breath caught in your throat at the angry veins protruding out of his skin. The smirk on his face was real this time, only when he picks up the phone do you return his stare. He wouldn’t… 
“Security,” it’s a gruff command and your jaw drops in disbelief. 
“So Bunny isn’t talking to you?” Jungkook isn’t gloating, not really, the grin he has on his face wasn’t cruel, he just found the situation entertaining. 
“Even I thought he was bluffing with the security card,” Jin shakes his head at the memory, you held back tears the whole drive home, you ranted to Jin about how Namjoon could possibly to that to you and who did he think he was, you didn’t stop for the whole afternoon and evening until Jin left. 
“I was half bluffing,” Namjoon groans, “I didn’t really call them, I just made her think I did.”
“But you would have if she didn’t move,” Yoongi challenges, a smirk evident on his face that he wasn’t buying it. 
“As if you wouldn’t have called them either,” the lead CEO huffs.
“Oh please, Kitten wouldn’t refuse me,” the smirk only grows when the wolf glares at the panther. “And if she did, she would have paid for it.”
“She was already paying in pain, hyung,” Taehyung whines, not liking the way Yoongi was talking. “My poor flower.”
“It’s been a week,” Namjoon starts massaging his temples with his fingertips feeling the stress radiate from his brain like a migraine. “When is she going to let it go?”
“Have you apologised?” Hoseok asks, not looking up from his paperwork until his question is met with silence. 
Oh if only you could see the wolf with his tail between his legs right now. He tries not to laugh at the obvious embarrassment on Namjoon’s face as he tries to come up with an excuse. 
“I don’t think he needs to apologise,” Yoongi says.
“Of course you don’t” Jimin sasses with an eye roll. “Whether hyung was right or wrong, he still hurt my angel’s feelings.”
“I think he’s paid for it enough,” Jin chuckles, “you should’ve seen his face when beautiful called him Mr Kim.”
Jaws drop, in shock and a little in second hand pain if that was ever a thing. They wouldn’t know at all how to handle you acting so coldly. 
“Not even Kim Depyunim,” Jin continues as if he was sharing a scandal. “Mr Kim.”
“Woah,” Jungkook breathes, completely taken back. “Remind me not to get on Noona’s bad side.”
“Ididitforherowngood!” Namjoon yells to his own defence, sounding unusually high pitched before groaning, planting his head on the table. 
The others snicker to themselves, the sound making the wolf bang his head lightly but repeatedly on the wooden desk. 
“Sunshine, are you still mad at Namjoon?” Hoseok asks you as you both walk to your meeting. His question pulls your attention out of the file you were rechecking. 
“No…” you deny, pouting as you return to reading.
“Sunshine…” he sighs.
“Maybe,” you try again more honestly. 
“Well then you should be mad at all of us,” he replies, making your snap towards him. He doesn’t meet your gaze, staring in front of him with confidence. “We all would’ve done exactly the same thing.”
You sigh displeased with that information. 
“But Hobi-”
That does make him turn towards you, pulling your arm and stopping you both in your tracks. Thankfully the corridor was empty, but he still glances around before giving you his full attention.
“Sunshine, none of us like seeing you in pain,” he explains, “and for some reason you don’t listen to your body.”
You open your mouth to argue but his stare makes you back down, pressing your lips closed with another pout. He chuckles softly at the sight. 
“He didn’t go about it the best way, but he didn’t do it to undermine you sunshine,” he explains calmly. “He did it because he was worried about you.”
You stare at his shoes, feeling mildly dejected at his gentle berating. You miss the grin on his face, finding you adorable. He gives the corridor another glance around to make sure no eyes could catch him, before he pulls you into a hug, chuckling to himself at how endearing he found everything about you, even the parts that sometimes exhausted them. 
“No!” he roars childishly. “I know Flower better!”
You wince at his volume, the three maknaes tended to forget about the crowd of colleagues surrounding you when they had these battles for your attention. 
Jmin and Jungkook scoff loudly, making you wince even harder, glancing at the other desks and watching people whisper in amusement. Why did they do this to you?
“Please, you don’t even know your flower’s favourite flower!” Jimin contends with just as much volume as the tiger, tail swishing back and forth faster and faster. 
“You just admitted she’s my flower,” Taehyung counters as if he’s won. 
“Guys,” you say quietly, not wanting any more attention, but needing to stop it. You pull on Tae’s sleeve to get him to stop.
“Look you can’t even read Bunny’s body language,” Jungkook stands with his hands on his hips, stalking up to the tiger as if he wasn’t a prey hybrid. Honestly sometimes you’d forget if it wasn’t for the bunny ears on his head. 
“And you can?” Jimin and Taehyung say simultaneously.
“Better than you can!” Jungkook shouts back, “you’re making Noona uncomfortable right now.”
Oh the irony obviously went over the youngest’s head and then twirled around him and yeeted for good measure. 
“Can you guys please quieten it down?” you beg, “or take it elsewhere.”
Three sets of eyes now snap and stare directly at you, oh shit this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. 
“Flower tell them I know you best,” Taehyung demands, crouching beside you and turning your chair to face him. 
“Angel don’t you dare lie to him to save his feelings,” the arctic fox growls, the sound not as impressive as Namjoon’s but you find it cute, or you would in any other situation. 
“Bunny-”
A large shadow looms over the four of you, catching the hybrids’ tongues in their throats. They audibly swallow, slowly turning to see the daggers the big bad boss wolf threw at them with his glare.
“Didn’t we have that thing…?” Jimin cowers back without taking his eyes off the lead CEO, swearing to himself he could see steam leaving his ears.
“That important thing,” Taehyung seconds as if he didn’t spend the last half an hour disagreeing with everything the fox said. 
The three of them scarper off, as if the ends of their tails were on fire, unable to leave fast enough. You shake your head at their antics but smile in amusement despite the trouble they caused. 
Namjoon’s presence had everyone turn back diligently to their work, he surveys the whole floor, making sure not a single hint of attention strayed from what he paid them to do. You look up at his glowering presence, grinning at how serious his demeanour was. His eyes catch yours when he hears your light laughter, the stern expression on his face melting away. 
You weren’t giving him the narrowed eyes of spite that he was getting used to, was it too early to sigh in relief? He watches you cautiously, words catching in his throat that he clears, but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. You smile at him so radiately it disarms him, his palms starting to sweat, you reduce the strong alpha to a pup with that look of endearment.
“Thanks Joonie,” you whisper, “they were getting to that stage where it would’ve been impossible to stop.”
You shake your head again, looking down at your computer completely unaware of the puddle the CEO was turning into beside you. He feels his soul elevate back into place after being dragged along the floor for a week. He wasn’t Mr Kim anymore, the relief flooded through him. 
“Baby girl,” he calls for your attention quietly, standing over you with an arm on your desk. You glance up at him, caught in his soft gaze, blinking a couple of times at the sight. 
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry for last week, I was out of line but I was worried about you.”
He leans down closer, his face an inch away from yours. He smirks when he sees your eyes dilate, an inner voice berating him about rules and etc that he ignores for a second.
“That being said,” he continues gently. “Never call me Mr Kim again.”
He breaks out into a grin at the sound of your soft laughter.
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fruitmins · 10 months
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Victory | Namjoon
➭ summary: Namjoon is a wolf hybrid who has a dark past with humans that ultimately landed him in a boxing ring, so he tries his very hardest to hate every single one of them. Even his mate, who happens to be a human nurse who works for the boxing ring. But everything changes when he finds you bleeding out with marks all around you..
➭genre: hybrid x reader, drabble, angst, mate au
➭warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of killing, he gets protective real quick, hybrid abuse, a couple had words, the ending…
➭note: finals week Tuesday. i hate everything
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“You’re winner, by knockout. RM!” Muffled cheers filled his stiff bloody wolf ears as the announcer dramatically swung his arm in the air.
No one cared about the other unconscious hybrid who was in a pool of his own blood on the other side of the cage. RM didn’t either. It wouldn’t be the first time he would have killed someone in the ring. The only thing he cared about was victory. The victory that would land him dinner and a day off.
Despite it being in his stage name, RM wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t always like this. He used to care about other things before he was shoved into the cage. Forced to entertain and damage himself and other for human entertainment.
RM spit out a wad of blood that had gathered in his mouth. He didn’t smile at the cheers, because they weren’t necessarily for him. It was for the people who had won money from bets.
“Alright let’s go.” A nasty shriveled male voice told him over the screams as he was yanked by the air and dragged by two men with vest and face masks to his room.
RM thought they were bold for their harsh movements. He had just beaten a lion hybrid to a plump, surely he could take them out. They should respect him. But the taser had boosted their ego. Tasers did damage, especially after a bloody match. That was the only thing stopping RM from clawing their face off as they shoved him in his small room.
Unlike when he lost, he was put in a room with lights. There was a semi-comfortable bed and old tv. That’s what winners get. A bed, tv and dinner. Losers get a dark black cold space where you sit and are placed on a list till a nurse sees you.
Since this was RM’s fifth win in a row he was placed higher on the list and his nurse came only thirty minutes later.
He could smell you as you came down the hall. Your calm and sweet scent filled his nostrils rather quickly. It always stood out from the other nurses. One of the reasons were that unlike you, other nurses hated treating such a beast like himself. They always smelled nervous and afraid.
Of course another main reason was that your scent was stronger than anyone else’s to him. Simply because you were his mate. There was no other way around it. His wolf had practically screamed it at him the first time you came to treat him. He’d never forget the upset and startled look on your face when he had suddenly jumped away from you with a growl.
You didn’t treat him that day, but he made a promise to never frighten you again. Instead he’d stay still while you treated him, answering your questions about his lungs or feet when you needed him too. It started a habit of you blabbering to him, either about his match or things on your mind. Human Namjoon wouldn’t admit it, but something inside calmed him whenever you spoke. There was a sense of calmness from you that transferred to him whenever you talked for to long.
Which was exactly what you did the minute you entered the room.
“Good evening, Namjoon.” You said with a sweet voice as you peeked your head through the door. Once you saw his familiar muscular build you came in, shutting the door.
He silently bowed to you, something in him telling him to be respectful. Like everyone else you had a taser on you but never used it. For you, it was as if it wasn’t attached to your hip. And unlike everyone else, you didn’t call him RM. You called him his actual name. How you found out he didn’t know.
“Congrats on the win.” You said once your light body hit the edge of the bed. “I heard a bunch of people doubting you. That you could never get up to five wins in a row, especially against a lion hybrid.” Your voice was mocking as you playfully rolled your eyes at whoever you were talking about.
“But I didn’t doubt you..” there was proudness in your tone and your words made him tense. He shouted at his wolf not to dance because of your praise. “You know you could beat the record for most wins in a row. It’s only seven.”
It was always weird how you were so comfortable about the fact that he almost tortured people for a living. So comfortable around him when he had almost killed a man a half hour ago.
He always wondered how you got yourself mixed into the mess. You could have been a doctor with your skills. So why weren’t you?
He tried not to dwell to much on you. Caring for humans almost killed him. He couldn’t make the same mistake, even if you were different.
“I can’t believe they haven’t gotten you your dinner yet.” You stated as you treated his knuckles. He didn’t flinch at the alcohol that poured onto his cuts before your wrapped it.
“Anything hurt? Teeth? Lungs? Feet? Legs? Tail?” You asked him routinely as you held up a water bottle. Without asking, Namjoon opened his mouth as you poured the water into his mouth. He stared at you curiously as you filled some water in his mouth before stopping.
He didn’t swallow it, swishing the water around his sore mouth before spitting it into a plastic cup that you were now holding. Water and a bit of blood came back.
“No pain.” He spoke for the first time, his voice coming back rough and deep as you hummed. “That’s a relief.” You whispered and he looked down, trying to keep his emotions in check. Why did you care so much about his condition? Probably because he was making you money no less.
“I’ll cry the day you break a bone.” You huffed and his ears twitched. You had been saying things that hinted you cared about him lately. He didn’t believe you, not for a second. But it still caught him off guard. And somehow, he did not like the thought of your beautiful doe eyes being red from crying. He’d have to be extra careful.
“Why would you cry?” He couldn’t help but ask. You were a nurse for God’s sake. You even treated the people he beat. Why would him breaking a bone be so horrible?
“I don’t know, I’ve never been good with seeing friends or people I know hurt. My dad came home with a broken leg once and I almost threw up.” You answered unfazed by his sudden interest. But this made him more curious. Friend? Were they friends? Maybe he was overreacting.
You talked about your dad sometimes. Not a bunch but more than you talked about your mother, which surprised him since you were so girlish and respectful. Who taught you that if not a mother?
“This’ll hurt.” You state before putting some alcohol on a cut that was on his forehead. It stung a little, but he didn’t flinch. He just watched your concentrated face as you worked your magic. He could admit that you were pretty, but even pretty humans couldn’t be trusted.
“I don’t know why but, I feel more comfortable around you than the other hybrids. Like, warm and fuzzy.. Is that weird?” You suddenly spoke as you planted a small bandaid on the cut.
Namjoon didn’t answer, instead he just looked away shamefully. No, it wasn’t weird. It was because they were mates. They were bonding. Namjoon had let his guard down and bonded with his human mate.
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Two days later, he got his sixth win.
There were louder cheers when he won this match. He could tell people were getting more hype the more he fought. Your words came back to him. The thought of beating the record on everyone’s minds. The bullied rookie no longer stood. People no longer booed when he won. They screamed and blasted confetti. He didn’t know why, but he had become a fan favorite.
But still, you were his biggest fan of them all. You practically came skipping into the room forty minutes after the win. He could smell your excitement down the hall, but something else he could sense in your smell.
Another hybrid. Male. Lion.
His wolf hated it. He hated it. The smell made his nose burn and the thought of some other hybrid being all over his mate made his jaw clench. Especially a Lion.
“Good evening, superstar.” You greeted him with a smile, despite his nasty expression. “Everyone’s talking about you breaking the record. No pressure but I’d be big if you do. Just one more and you’ll tie and that’s already a huge accomplishment.” You we’re quick to ramble this time as you sat at the edge of the bed.
He hesitated to meet you at the edge like usual. He’d go crazy if he smelt more lion. You noticed and frowned as you looked at him with a confused expression.
“You stink.” He answered your wordless question with in a rough and disgusted tone. He could fight through a lot of things (literally) but not this. It was actually starting to make him ill in the chest.
“I took a shower this morning..” you mumbled to yourself taking your confused eyes away from him to look down at your visible skin.
You wore a tight pink shirt and paired it with a medium length white skirt that somehow wasn’t stained. A skinny black belt held it all together that matched the flats you wore. No wonder a lion had scented you. He bit the inside of his injured cheek in rage. Someone had marked you their territory.
“No. Like lion.” He clarified in a deep voice. He couldn’t let you be walking around here with everyone thinking you belonged to someone you didn’t.
“Oh.” You chirped as if suddenly realizing something. You had forgotten hybrids keen sense of smell. “Jay was extra close today..” you uttered. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Extra close his ass. He seemed to be all over you.
“If it bothers you that much…you have permission to scent me.” You suddenly offer in a low voice as he watched blush creep up to your cheeks. He doesn’t know why you offered, or how you even know that’s what he wanted to do. But he doesn’t take a second to think about it.
He scoots himself so his directly behind you while you’re at the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around you and settles his interlocks hands on your stomach. He hesitates before taking in the little of your original smell that he can sense before planting his face on your neck.
He sits there for a while. He can obviously feel how nervous you had become so he takes a while to let you cool down. He lets himself get lost in the warm feeling of holding you like a mate should. He gets lost in the fantasy that maybe things can work. And when he notices that you’ve calmed down too, he begins to nuzzle his face into your neck.
He can sense how shy your getting but he moves slow not going lower than your shoulders until he finally forced himself to move away.
What the fuck was he doing? Snuggling up to some human girl he didn’t even know. Human girls like you abused him every chance they got. Did he forget about the taser locked to your side. How could his wolf betray him like this? How could he put himself in danger? You worked for the boxing ring that abused his kind. As sweet and innocent as you seemed, you couldn’t be that innocent.
He sat there in silence for the rest of the check up in silence. For the first time he didn’t listen to you rambling about the match or your childhood stories.
He was trying to fix the damage he had caused.
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Two days later he got his seventh win in a row.
He knew you would be thrilled and despite everything, he was looking forward to your praise. He knew you would be proud of him, even if he didn’t officially past the record yet.
At one point in the match he started fighting for you rather than his survival. His mind was stuck on you the entire match. Once he felt like he was losing, he thought about how disappointed you would be in him. How much you were rooting for him and wanted him to succeed. How much he needed to see you happy again. That was enough to have him win the match.
And when his opponent had the audacity to land a punch on his stomach… He killed him.
And like any other time. He didn’t care. He cared about the victory. And he would do it again if he had to.
He was so wrapped up in his own mind that he hadn’t realized a unfamiliar person had made their way to his room until the person knocked on the door.
His body stiffened.
You never knock on the door. You poked your head through first, but never full on knocked. He always wondered why you don’t. It was almost like you knew that he knew about your presence.
Something snapped in him when he realized your sweet scent was no where to he found. Instead someones terrified scent replaced you and it made him crazy. He knew your schedule. Including you, there were only three nurses. You worked the days he fought, another nurse worked the days he didn’t. And another nurse for the weekends.
You were scheduled today so where were you? He asked himself angrily.
“Where’s Y/N?” He asked in a firm and deep voice. Not giving the person any permission to enter.
“I-I don’t know. She didn’t show up today.” The female voice answers in a shaky tone. This doesn’t make him any less angrier or anxious. “I’m subbing till she shows up.”
You were missing. You had disappeared and instead of looking for you they replaced you with some weak idiot. He quickly got worried and protective. Wherever you were you needed to get found now. And he wasn’t counting on humans to find you. With their horrible sense it would take days to find you and he wasn’t willing to go that long without knowing you were okay. Not after he let his wolf bond with you.
Despite it being forbidden to leave the room, and he would most liking be spotted by the hundreds of cameras he quickly decided he had to find you himself. He didn’t care about the victory anymore. He didn’t care about breaking the record. He cared about you.
He stood up from the bed and it was easy for him to swing open the locked door, not even having to use his claws to tar through the lock. The woman’s eyes widen in shock when his tall huff figure was suddenly in front of her.
“Use that taser and your dead by the time the buzzing stops.” He threatens her with a low and assertive tone. He doesn’t give the poor nurse time to reply. He knew he scared her enough and with how shaky her hands were she would probably miss him anyways.
Now, he just had to find you before they found him.
Despite it being one of the biggest illegal hybrid boxing organizations, the building was small. There were three levels, the main level, the security/employee level and the basement. The basement consisted of the loser rooms and mostly plumbing and electrical wires. The security system and employee work stations were the highest level. The main level consisted of the main area and the winner rooms.
And then there was outside.
Somewhere Namjoon and the other prisoners were forbidden. It was impossible to make it outside anyways. The guards that had guns instead of taser, combined with the electric fence made it clear that anyone who tried to escape would be dealt with.
Namjoon had heard many stories about great fighters who died trying to escape. The place made hybrids insane. But the only thing that seemed to make Namjoon insane was the fact that you were missing. He would step outside if you were there.
Namjoon had just gotten done searching most of the first floor when he smells it. Your scent. It’s faint and sour but it’s you. Something in him tells him to follow it.
Now, it’s a race. A race for Namjoon to find you before they capture him. Because he knows that by now they have noticed him frantically searching everywhere for you on the camera. A huge wolf hybrid roaming around was sure to catch eyes.
He follows the scent, desperate to find out what was wrong and it leads him to the basement. This was his least favorite place to be, but he quickly enters anyways.
There’s an open hallway that leads to the loser cage, and to the right leads him to all the plumbing. Despite how horrible it smelt, your scent got stronger.
His ears perk when he can now smell blood in your scent. Pools of blood. Your scent isn’t just sour anymore, he can smell your fear. It was so strong it felt like your scent was calling out to him.
He quickly changes his pace from speed walking, to fill on sprinting down the hallway and to the right. The plumbing room is more like a corner it’s so small, so he quickly sees your bloody figure laid flat on the floor.
His face turns red as his heart thumps and for the first time in years he’s feels like he might die. He can barely breathe and his body becomes shaky.
He quickly runs to you, plopping down on his knees and taking you in his lap. He can see your face now, which is dangerously pale and filled with scars and bruises.
You can barely lift up your eyes to look at him, but when you do a small painful smile makes it’s way to your face. “Joon…” you manage to say in a shaky voice.
“Who did this? I need a name, a species, a smell for fucks sake.” He growls and he doesn’t realize he is in tears till one falls on your face.
“Please, don’t do anything crazy.” You plead when you see the absolute rage and heartbreak expression on his face, his hands wrapping around you tighter as he holds you close.
“I have already,” he states again to your confused face and he swallows a lump in his throat before answering. “I accepted you as my mate.” He reveals with a shaky voice.
Your eyes widen and you slowly lift up your hand to caress his face and wipe his tears. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his chest. “So tell me, who did this to you so they can hurt as much as they hurt us.” He says again and you open your mouth to reply to him but something behind him quickly steals your attention.
You let out a gasp as your eyes widen and filled with terror. Just as he realizes a bunch of heavy footsteps have made their way into the small space you yell.
“No, wait! Please! He didn’t do it—!“
Before you can explain and anyone can take in your words, three tranquilizer darts are suddenly shot into Namjoon’s back.
His body stills and tenses up before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses into your blood pool.
Your cries are the last thing you both hear before the world turns black and cold.
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hoebii · 3 months
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Black Mamba XII
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Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi​​ Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*
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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table. 
You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of. 
When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past. 
Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.
The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.
You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger. 
You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.
You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.
You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. 
You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.
Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.
Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.
Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.
“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”
Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.
“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”
“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.
You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it. 
“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”
Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.
“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers. 
Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.
“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly. 
You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.
Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again. 
There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.
It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more. 
Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.
Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.
It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.
Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.
It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.
Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.
“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. 
The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way. 
“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”
Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”
“Yes.”
Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”
“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.
“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.
Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.
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purpleyoonn · 1 year
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Secret Story of the Swan
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one shot (a shorter one)
summary: You were staring into the stream, contemplating life when someone decided to take matters into their own hands. 
genre: yandere, poly, mates au, bts au, hybrid au, mafia?au, 
pairing: hybrid mafia bts x human reader
main masterlist // one shot masterlist 
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You had spent mere minutes, hours even, trying to figure out how you had even managed to get into the position you were in.
It didn’t make sense.
One second you were dipping your toes into the water streaming down the bank, and the next you were pushed into the ground, lips nipping at your neck and tongue soothing the sting. You could hear thunder rolling in, the vibrations felt from within the ground as you laid against the underbrush.
“Jungkook! Did you find the –” Someone to the right ran up to you and the now-named man, his voice cutting off probably as soon as he caught sight of your…predicament. You couldn’t see anything past the riverbank to your left and the mane of fluffy, curly hair blocking the rest.
The man, Jungkook, kept licking at the part of your neck that connects to your shoulder, sometimes even dipping low enough to tongue at your collarbone. And for some reason, you didn’t mind, even relaxing into his touch. Like your body knew there was no danger present.
The large shirt you were wearing was now hanging off you shoulder, convenient enough for Jungkook but annoying for you as you could feel the twigs digging into the skin of your back. Your athletic shorts were clinging and digging into your thighs and butt as Jungkook pressed against you.
“Okay Jungkook, I think she’s been scented enough.” The same unseen man called out again, his voice much closer this time, probably only a few feet away as Jungkook mumbled something before slowly peeling himself off of you.
He didn’t leave your body entirely, his hands maneuvering you so you ended up in his lap, your legs hanging off his thighs so your feet were behind him, uncomfortably bent as your heels dug into the ground to give you some kind of grounding. His hands were splayed against your back, holding you to him and preventing you from leaving.
You were quiet as you turned your head to see the other man, the one who coaxed Jungkook off of you. He stood tall as he watched you, his eyes narrowing slightly before you noticed the slight uptick in his lip. Your attention went to his broad shoulders as he moved forward even more, now close enough where he could place his hand on Jungkook’s head, digging his fingers into the man’s hair.
A shudder ran through Jungkook’s body as Jin began to scratch at his ears, his leg wanting to shake from the pleasure alone. Jungkook and Jin had gone for a walk when Jungkook had caught the scent of another mate, the scent of soft lavender and crisp pine had called to him even from the other side of the small forest outside of Lake Cedar, the small town that became the nearest resting stop for visitors to the large mountain twenty-five miles ahead.
They lived at the base of the mountain, the two along with their pack had lived on the other side of the forest for years, not entirely good with human presence but accepting enough to help the random hiker every now and again.
You, however, were something different, something the swan hybrid couldn’t figure out. You scent smelt entirely too much of the forest, and your lack of material items meant you weren’t one of the normal hikers who ventured too far off the path.
Jin couldn’t help but watch as you tried to wipe Jungkook’s saliva off of your neck, the slightest bout of irritation moving up his spine. He would need to have you scented again, he thought. He couldn’t have you trying to leave without you smelling of nothing but his pack. Of him.
He was quick to put on a friendly face, smiling big as he crouched low to the ground, moving so he was face to face with you.
“I’m sorry ‘bout him. We couldn’t let a mate leave without meeting them first.” His words were vague enough to make you curious, but enough to create some rapport with you. He needed to build even the slightest amount of trust with you if he were to convince you to stay.
You had heard the word mate before, usually attributed to wolves who you know mate for life. Your brother had taught you enough to be wary of everything, including nice words coming from handsome men. Despite the less-than-ideal childhood you received, you couldn’t find anything within yourself that screamed ‘danger’ as you let Jungkook pick you up and begin to carry you.
Hybrids were not new to the world. They had existed almost as long as humans had, despite some people’s wishes to make you believe differently. Their animal like instincts and animalistic features separated them with a single glance. And despite growing up with them, going to school and having your best friend be a gazelle hybrid, there were some things that you as a human were not privy to know.
Mates were something to be held close to home. The only humans who knew of their existence were those who were mated to a hybrid. Jin knew this, as did the rest of his pack, and he had no problem telling you what was going on.
You were beginning to shake from the cold, the weather seemingly changing the second your small trio came upon the large cabin at the base of the mountain. You were in awe, your mouth open as your eyes scanned the property.
“You know, I should really be getting back home. I was only supposed to be on a quick jog.” You spoke up, getting a rumble from Jungkook, his mouth moving back to your shoulder and giving your skin a nip as he held you tighter. You narrowed your eyes at his actions, the shock wearing off as you tried to get out of the hybrid’s arms.
He wouldn’t relent as he carried you inside the large building, his hand staying on your waist despite your attempts to remove his arm, only receiving small growls in response.
“Please, why don’t you sit down? Is there anything we can get you? Water or a snack perhaps?” Jin spoke so sweetly, like his tongue was laced with crack as he floundered forward, gesturing to the large sofa that sat to your left. You couldn’t help but to just nod your head, moving to sit on the edge of the couch cushion.
You watched Jungkook leave the room, moving somewhere beyond your sight but you could still hear his footsteps. You looked back to Jin, his smile saccharine as he kept his eyes on you. 
He resembled princes of the past as he sat in the table on front of you, legs poise and back straight.
You wanted to decline every offer he threw your way, despite the comfortability you felt in his presence. Your mind was telling you to leave, eyes seeing red flag after red flag, horror movie-esque, but your body was relaxing into the cushions.
You could see his lips moving, the small smile to his lips as he spoke, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than how your body reacted to his presence. You couldn’t do anything about the calm feeling you felt, despite the horror moving throughout your brain. You couldn’t help but feel he was doing something unseen to you.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, a little concern lacing your own words as your body moved against you. He just quirked his eyebrow, a small uptick to his lip as he leaned forward.
“What are you talking about? I was just asking you whether you liked the couch? You seem to be relaxing into it?” If eyes were the window to the soul, you knew you were looking into the soul of something inhumane. You couldn’t explain it, but the unwavering glances and the inept smile had you wanting to pull back.
“Jin? What is that delicious smell—Oh, hello there.” You turned your head to see a man with a long, black tail coming around the corner, eyes locked on you as you sat further back into the cushion. Another hybrid. You wondered if this was a pack den you had just unknowingly been led to.
The panther had long-ish black hair, curly at the tips and fluffy in its entirety. You could just barely make out the black ears at the top of his head. He was lean and quiet on his feet, moving to sit right next to you.
“Yoongi, this is our dearest mate. Jungkook smelt her out as we were on our walk.” The look in Jin’s eyes as he talked to the new man had you second guessing his words. You knew when someone was lying, plain as day. You dealt with it every single day and you could tell just by the way he spoke; this man was up to no good.
“I see. Well, welcome home. The others are in the nest but should be out soon once they smell the sweet lavender.” Others? You had decided you had enough, not playing along anymore with their seemingly innocent act. You knew something was going on and you wanted to leave before you were stuck.
“I really do need to get—” You gasped out as you had fallen back onto the couch, your legs giving out from under you. You looked up again only for Jin to be standing in front of you, his hands on his hips as he coos.
It seemed his plan was working, so far.
They had known about you for weeks, had smelt your lavender and pine while out scoping the market. Namjoon had to hold Jimin and Jungkook back from jumping you then and there. You were human and this would take a little while for you to understand, no matter your own knowledge about hybrids.
However, Jin’s pack was different. Each of them had their own little…gift. Jin was the mastermind… who would ever think a graceful swan could cause such a ruckus? Jungkook was the brawn, getting them out of sticky situations and taking out “difficulties” whenever they saw fit. Yoongi was quiet on his feet, good for observing and bringing back information.
The others were not needed for this specific plan, given the sensitivity of this mission.
Jin’s own pheromones were enhanced to create body relaxing pheromones, and depending on the person, could cause full paralysis or simple weakness. He could change it at will which is why you went from being relaxed to paralyzed in seconds. He could see the fear in your eyes. Could see the cogs in your brain working overtime.
He knew you were observant, but he was surprised you were catching onto everything so quickly. You would be perfect in the business once they had you trained. Maybe Jimin would be the one to train you, he thought.
“Oh baby, don’t be scared. We will take care of you.” His pushed his calming pheromones out, the normal mate ones, as he moved forward to lift you in his arms. He could feel his wings scratching at his shirt, wanting to break free and wrap around you, keeping you hidden from the world.
You had tears in your eyes as you were lifted into Jin’s arms. You wanted to scream, demand for them to let you go, but you couldn’t walk and you felt yourself relaxing into his touch once again. You felt like you did when Jungkook had brought you to the ground. Like nothing was wrong.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moved as well, kissing Jin sweetly on the lips before moving to place one on yours, his lips soft as they moved against yours, his hand cupping your cheek to turn your head to face him. “Maybe we should bring her to the nest, I think she could use some cuddling.”
Yeah, you thought. That sounded like a good idea. Cuddles were always nice. You didn’t even wonder why they were bringing you into their nest, something no one outside for a pack was to ever see, nor did you question it.
They did say you were their mate, you thought, so it would make sense as to why they would bring you to their nest. You hoped it was comfy, with lots of soft blankets. 
You blinked away a tear, confused on why you were crying in the first place. You could feel something in your mind trying to push its way to the front, but another breath in through your nose and it was gone.
“Do you wanna go to the nest, darling? Our other mates are in there. I’m sure they would love to give you some cuddles while Yoongi and I talk, hhmm?” Jin asked, knowing you were already under. He smiled bright at the small nod you gave him, a loopy smile on your lips as you move your head to nuzzle against his chest.
You opened your eyes next when you felt yourself being placed onto a soft cloud. Murmurs and whispers heard but ignored as you turned on your side to cuddle into the warmth on your right.
There were four people in this large bed, covered in blankets and pillows. No clothing was in sight and you briefly wondered why before the thought left your head. You felt safe and you felt happy. That was all that mattered.
“Alrighty, now I want you to help make our baby mate nice and warm. She was feeling a little cold earlier.” Jin spoke to his mates, seeing each one nod as they were already moving your way. His sharp tone was giving the real message: “keep her in the nest.” 
Jimin was the first to reach you, his lips already on yours. His kiss was soft and slow, trying to elicit response. He had been waiting for weeks to be able to have you in his arms. He knew his hyungs would bring you to him, that he had to be patient.
However, patience was not his strong suit.
He tugged you underneath him, hiding your clothed body with his own, bare skin brushing against cotton as he pressed himself against you. He held you to him, moving his cheek and chin along your neck and shoulders, scenting you.
They all agreed to wait a little bit before mating you, so this was the most he was allowed to let his instincts run. He felt your arms slowly move up to his neck, curling around so you were holding onto him.
“You like when we scent you, baby?” The man’s tone was sweet but held a teasing lilt as he pulled away a little. You whined at the distance, bringing him back down to you.
“I think she does, Jiminie.” You felt the bed move and warmth now enveloping you from all sides. “Don’t you, baby girl.” You can feel yourself nod, your vision was hazy at best and your body felt like it wasn’t yours. You felt that you didn’t have any control of your actions, but decided your body obviously knew what was best right now.
“Joonie, I think Jin might have pushed too much. She is so out of it right now.”
“It’s okay Taehyung. Jin already said that she was fighting it. She kept wanting to leave.” Namjoon had heard the small struggle you were having, wanting nothing more than to run to you and help calm you down, but he knew the plan. They were to wait in the nest, scent the blankets, and wait for Jin to bring you in.
They all knew how the outside world could be, the seven of them victims in more ways than one. They wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and the humans you resided with were not that. Plus, who would know you better than your own mates?
You must have felt the same, in Namjoon’s mind, your eyes closed and your breathing soft and slow. You had fallen asleep under Jimin’s scenting, making the python hybrid extremely happy.
They knew you would be aware in the morning, once Jin’s pheromones wore off, but they would deal with that then. For now, they were content to scent you and hold you in their arms, in the safety of their nest.
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lovelyglares · 7 months
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𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 | ksj (drabble)
Play Date ~
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SiberianChipmunk! hybrid reader x Non-Idol Seokjin
Summary: Jin decides after months of peer pressure and arguments from his friends- to finally decide to adopt a hybrid to help diminish his loneliness and grief. He meets you, whom cant be adopted but he decides to try to foster you. Everything changes when you arrive. Suddenly, Jin’s unsure about the ‘temporary placement’ now.
Warnings: fluff as hell, oc is coming out of their shell more, we meet hobi and jimin, oc giving jin a headache but its kinda cute
Authors Note: Lovelies! I’m so sorry ive been M.I.A., life has been wilding and ive been dealing with a huge case of writers block but i think im finally getting through the worst of it! Dont worry, because ive been writing - i just havent been able to finish any of it. Anyways, here something for our sweet lil couple. Enjoy! 💗
A/N: This is a continuation of the oneshot, so please read it first if you haven’t already!
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Jin can say , in fact; caring for a hybrid is fun but no handbook or flier could have prepared Jin for how hard it would be.
Don’t get him wrong, you’re a delight to have around and he’s finding it harder to accept the fact that you will have to leave him someday- but Jin should have maybe studied more and in depth before fostering a hybrid.
Any little thing he does, could alway potentially scare you off. He could accidentally stomp his feet too hard on the floor and you would be off scurrying away on your little paws. Don’t even mention the times he’s almost accidentally stepped on you with your small form. He can’t help but feel bad that he maybe be bringing more harm than bringing you good.
It doesn’t help that it’s been two weeks and you still havent shifted- not once. He can’t help but to worry- only knowing from his research that it is harder to stay in their animal form for prolonged amount of times.
It also doesnt help Jin that he can’t just ask you whats bothering you- you wouldn’t be able to respond.
He just hopes you’re adjusting well.
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It’s been two weeks since I’ve been at Jin’s and I’ve been feeling restless.
Staying in your chipmunk form has given you a sense of protection from predators and humans for a long time. Feeling scared? Just turn into your animal form and run away and hide, where no human nor predator can get to you . Don’t want to have social interactions because it makes your skin crawl? Well you can’t speak as a chipmunk. You’re safe in your chipmunk form. However, wanting to express that you’re so bored and staying in your animal form feels like a prison cell instead of a haven because you cant express your wants and needs - may just make you cross the line of turning human again.
You can’t remember the last time you turned back to your human form. You can’t even remember what you looked like.
You do , however, remember the comments you would get.
‘Wow, for an animal, it’s really pretty’
“Didn’t know hybrids could look like that, where’d you get it?’
Most of those interactions never turned out well for you. Most of your past owners didn’t care how you felt or what happened to you- as long as they used you to the best of their capabilities.
However, none of your owners were quite like Jin.
You’ve felt nothing but safe and loved since you’ve stayed with him. He’d do little things for you; making sure you had the best and softed blankets around (he says that a sweet girl like me should never feel uncomfortable because of a cloth), he’d make sure every meal he cooked was safe for me, he even bought me a nice heating pad for my nest that i made in the corner of his bed to help keep my small body warm. It makes you dread what will happen to you when you have to leave.
You’re not dumb, you know whats going to happen. You’re at the age where its normal for hybrid woman to be sent off to breeding camps. They’ll force me to breed until my body cannot handle it anymore and then they send me off to a hospital that puts animals down.
You wish you could stay.
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“Y/n!! Do you want to go to the park!!”
Jin doesnt have to wait long before he sees your tiny figure scurrying towards his feet. He lets out an endeared laugh when he sees you hop on your hind legs, seeming to be dancing due to your excitement. His eyes crinkle and he reaches down to pick you up. You chirp as you run to find your spot on Jin’s shoulder and you gently pull on his ear to let him know your ready. He tuts and makes his way to the kitchen, grabbing the bag he prepared for the park containing snacks for both himself and hybrid safe snacks for you. He makes sure to grab a few of your favorite blankets; mindful to not mess with the blankets in your nest- not wanting a repeat of what happened last time. Jin shivers at the phantom bite on his toe that you gave him when he attempted to wash your sheets.
“Ow! Why are you biting me?!.. I just want to wash it!” Jin screeches out in pain and confusion.
Your small but irritated form , chirps frantically while tugging on the blanket- teeth latched on Jin’s toe- desperate to get it out the Jin’s traitorous hands.
“Okay! Okay! Fine! I’ll leave it alone! Please release me!”
You huff and release him before snatching the blanket with your teeth and putting it right back into your nest. Jin swears that your glaring at him.
Since that day, Jin has been mindful of messing with your things. He knew hybrids could be territorial but not like that.
You’re a sweetheart but you can be a deadly little thing. Jin’s toe can attest to that.
Jin makes sure he has all of his belongings before making his way out the door and he locks it behind him. He pats the little hybrids head- causing the hybrid to snuggle up to his hand and neck. He chuckles at your adorableness and makes his way to the park.
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You and Jin spent the afternoon, playing and sunbathing to your heart content. You would find acorns and nuts and bring them back to Jin and would preen when the elder would praise you for your foraging skills. You even made him a cute little flower crown that took way too long to make due to your small paws.
The park was a great idea. Until it was time to go.
“Y/n! Get back down here!! It’s almost time to go!”
Jin yells up at the stubborn hybrid. You’ve been refusing the leave so you purposely chose to hide in the tallest tree in the park, knowing the man wouldn’t be able to get to you.
“Please!! You know I can’t get to you up there!”
Jin huffs and sighs and he watches you get comfortable on your paws and your fluffy tail sways from side to side. You’re enjoying this too much.
“Fine!! Be a brat then! See who will brush your tail for you tonight!” Jin huffs and lays back on the blanket that he put down on the grass. He should’ve known you wouldn’t want to go back, you enjoy being outside to much. He notes that in his mind; taking notes to clean up his neglected backyard so you would have a place to relax.
“Yours giving you trouble too?”
Jin screeches as the unfamiliar presence in his ears and his eyes fly open as he see a man in front of him ; grinning brightly with creased eyes. The unknown man laughs at the man jumpiness and decides to sit beside him on the grass.
“Jimin has been giving me a hard time leaving to so I just decided to let him do his own thing until he gets tired and wants to go home.” He gestures to excited golden retriever that zooms through the fields , eating flowers and chasing squirrels. Jin nods and glances up to see you laying peacefully on your stomach, no care in the world. Jin softly smiles and lays back down on his back and closes his eyes.
“I’m Hoseok, by the way..”
Jin momentarily forgot about the man beside him and he opens his eyes, using his hand to block the sun and he looks at the man.
“Oh, sorry , how rude of me… I’m Jin.” Jin holds his hand out to the beaming man and Hoseok takes his hand, shaking it at an erratic speed.
“Nice to meet you, Jin!! Are you out with your hybrid or…” Hoseok trails off. Jin nods his head and smiles.
“I am.. She’s up hiding in the tree right now because she’s a little brat -‘ Jin makes sure to say the last word a little louder so you can hear it and Hoseok laughs as he sees your unbothered tail flick at his words, ‘what about you?” Jin glances at the energetic pup.
“Jimin has been my hybrid since I was a kid. My parents got him for me as a gift for doing well in my studies and he’s been my best friend ever since.” Jimin’s ears fly up at the mention of his name and he flies towards his owner- licking him all over his face causing the man to screech and laugh at the tickling feeling. Jin smiles at the affection gesture and looks up to see you now up on your feet- watching the other hybrid and owner. Jin smiles and waves you over. You stay in place and both the hybrid and Hoseok look over at Jin- and then at you.
You seem to tense up at the gaze of two strangers- especially the dog.
Jimin’s tail wags and he barks at the hybrid. He runs towards the tree- pawing at the bark as he whines towards you. Someone wants to play.
Jin can feel his worry start to get the best of him and he starts to move towards you but he’s stopped as he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, don’t worry… Just watch.. Jimin won’t hurt her.”
Jimin continues to whine as he notices you staying still. Jimin falls to the ground, wiggling around until his stomach is face up. Showing that he means no harm by submitting.
You contemplate it for a few seconds before you decided to entertain the energetic pup. Jin gasps as he watches you slowly climb down. Jimin jumps back up as he sees you decending, barking wildly and running in circles.
As you reach the ground, both of the humans watch as Jimin wiggles his butt in the air- getting ready to pounce. Jin can hear your little chirps and he watches as you get on all fours before you dart off through the tall grass. Jimin barks as he takes off after you, hot on your tail. The humans laugh as you decide to mess with the hybrid, dodging him like a pro and making the energetic dog work for it.
“See… Looks like they both made a new friend..”
Jin can’t help but smile and feel so proud of how far youve come. The shy and scared animal no more, but now a playful and energetic chipmunk.
“It appears so.”
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bts-hyperfixation · 5 months
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Outside of the Fox
Chapter 26 of 30
1860 words
Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.
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Other than a few more patches of turbulence, and some very distracting heavy petting, you make it through your first flight relatively unscathed. Being in first class allows you to disembark quickly and make it through immigration before the majority even have a chance to join the queue. At baggage Yoongi and Hobi grab a cart and usher the rest of you out of the door. Namjoon looks uncomfortable at the thought of not helping with the bags but Jungkook clinging to his arm doesn't really allow him to be of much use anyway.
A private transfer is waiting for you all outside and you pile into the very back with Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook's leg bounces with anticipation, you can't help reaching out to hold him still. He looks up at you sheepishly, smiling shyly. Now it's finally down to just the pack he is starting to calm down, it seems mostly just his excitement for the vacation is left. 
Namjoon on the other hand seems to be becoming more and more anxious the longer the trip goes on, a problem you don't think is going to resolve itself anytime soon. 
Everyone else seems to be more than ready to get to the beach. Jimin and Taehyung are talking excitedly over Jin about what they want to do when they get to the villa. The doctor looks between the two of them with mild fascination on his face, like he is conducting research more than actively taking part in a conversation. And you can hear Yoongi's laughter before you see him and Hobi come around the corner.
It looks like Hoseok had offered to push the cart by himself, only for the cart to be a little wonky. It turns and runs away from him frequently, leaving Hobi to look more than a little panicked each time. Yoongi just giggles and lets it happen, making you think that perhaps he had offered more assistance before.
Eventually, he does manage to straighten the course long enough to get the cart close to the van, giving up about 10 feet out. Namjoon clambers out of the back and rushes over to help with the luggage. No one misses the glare he gives Yoongi.
"Oh loosen up Joonie." The Jackal sighs, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Namjoon on his cheek.
The bear just grumbles under his breath and continues to haul bags from the cart and into the trunk. It's a tight fit but he manages to squish them all in through spite alone. Yoongi slides into the driver's seat, Namjoon taking the passenger side, leaving Hobi to squish into the back with you and Kookie. 
Jungkook slides a little closer to you to allow more room for the human and leans his head on your shoulder.
"You smell different." He comments, burying his nose into your neck.
"Probably just the aeroplane air." You shrug not really thinking about it.
But Jungkook persists, his nose pressing deeper into your skin. He sniffs along your jaw, down your neck, all the way to your collarbones. That's where he lingers the longest. His tongue flicks out as he reaches your cleavage and you push him away giggling, your cheeks all of a sudden rather warm. 
"It's Jin." He states, eyes fixed on yours.
"What's me?" The doctor says testing in his chair.
"The thing that smells different... Y/N reeks of Jin."
"Well, they did just sit next to each other for hours." Jimin points out.
"That's not it... If that was it then Hobi would stink of Taehyung and he doesn't..." Jungkook twists his head.
You and Jin make eye contact waiting to see what conclusion the Bunny draws, hoping he might just drop it. But of course, he doesn't, and now the whole van is paying attention, even Yoongi glances occasionally in the rearview, although the amusement in his eyes suggests he already knows why you smell so strongly of Jin. 
"We... cuddled." You supply 
"Just cuddled?" Hoseok raises his brow.
"Why does it matter?" Jin interrupts.
"I don't suppose it does... Although Taehyungie is looking rather put out." Hoseok laughs, although there is an air of jealousy in his own tone. 
The panda looks less than impressed for having been called out and turns away from the group, pouting to himself. Jimin takes pity and drops the topic, trying to distract Tae instead and Jin seems content to remove himself too. 
Jungkook seems to make it his mission for the remainder of the car ride to make you smell more like him, running his hands across your waist, and kissing all along your throat. Ever since he kissed you for the first time, it seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching you. It also seemed like he had become far more comfortable with Taehyung and Hoseok too, you had caught him lusting after the pair on more than one occasion, although he hadn't quite worked up the confidence to do anything about it yet. 
The villa you pull up outside of has you do a double take. It's breathtakingly stunning. The grounds are lush, green, and well-manicured. The pool is large, with a jacuzzi section and a slide. The patio is littered with lounge chairs, with a BBQ and bar in the corner. You could probably spend an hour out here just exploring.
But Jimin grabs your attention as he throws open the front door and gasps. 
You follow him along to see what the excitement is about. Taehyung grins to himself as he watches you all take in the humungous living space. The villa puts your humble cottage to shame. A cinema screen takes up the far wall with beanbags and blankets layout before it. The kitchen is to die for and you can already see the way it has garnered Yoongi's gaze. 
Jimin takes the stairs two at a time, dragging Jungkookie with him in a rush to pick their own rooms. 
"Hey! Wait for me," Taehyung yells as he runs after the pair. 
Jin spots a hallway off to the side and takes it as his opportunity to wander off, leaving you with Namjoon.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask.
"Talk about what?" He mumbles.
"Why your mood is so sour." 
He had the sense to look a little bit guilty about his attitude. It's hard to miss the way he has retreated in on himself. He avoids your eyes, pretending to take in the new surroundings. You take his hand and lead him away from the living room and out onto the back patio. 
The back is almost more stunning than the front. A wondrous flower garden with plenty of places to get lost in. Namjoon seems to get a little caught up in the new environment. He takes you along with him as he admires different flowers. You aren't sure if he is genuinely enamoured with the place, or if he is just trying to avoid talking to you about his real issues. 
Eventually, you come across a bench and pull him to sit down with you. You sit side by side for a little while, watching as a butterfly flits past. 
"I don't want to ruin everyone's vacation." Namjoon sighs eventually.
"Then don't." You shrug.
"I just can't help but feel like I'm not doing enough for everyone. I could never have afforded anything like this for them." He leans his elbows on his knees and places his face in his hands. 
You reach across his shoulders to comfort him and he leans slightly into the embrace.
"Do you really think anyone cares that you aren't the one who paid for this trip?" You ask him.
"I care." He growls
"Namjoon, you need to get over this. It was one thing when you were the only one catering to a pack of four... But there are so many more of us now, it's unreasonable for you to think you should be the only one contributing anymore." The bear huffs defeated, it's like he knows you're right but he just can't let go. You hear him sniffle and your heart breaks for him. You turn yourself more into him, holding him tighter. His hands come away from his face and he pulls you into his lap. His face buries into the crook of your neck and he holds you for a while. 
He holds you until you are both sticky with sweat from the heat. The air around you two becomes unbearably humid by the time he lets you go just a little. He pulls back to look in your eyes, and you reach up to push the sweaty hair away from his forehead. 
"I'm still the pack leader. I want to do more for all of you." He whines in a petulant voice you've never heard from him before
"You do plenty." You point out, smoothing his hair down even more.
You play with the short strands, curling them around in your fingers.
"You provide so well for your pack Joonie. You put a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, love in our hearts... You could never do more for us."
He takes in your words, blinking slowly.
"When... when you say love in our hearts. Do you mean that as a collective... or as an individual?" He asks
It's only then you realise what you might've admitted to. 
You think about it for a moment and he waits patiently for your answer.
"I mean it as both." You confirm. 
You can practically feel the way his mood shifts, his scent changing from acrid smoke to comforting warmth. 
"Could you... could you say it as an individual?" His expression turns shy.
"I love everything you do for your pack Joonie. I love how you protect us. and... I think I'm in love with you, just a little bit..." You say, suddenly going shy yourself. 
"I think I'm in love with you too, and I don't think I am the only one." He responds. 
You lean forward into his embrace and he kisses you softly once, and then twice, and then the kisses don't stop until you are both out of breath and you are panting in his lap. The sweat is dripping down your temples, the air sticky and gross, but neither of you pulls away regardless of how hot the world seems.
"Y/N-ah? Joon? Are you out here?" Jin calls through the bushes.
"Over here," Namjoon calls back.
He leans his forehead against yours and waits for Jin to stumble across the pair of you.
"Well, don't you two look cosy." Jin comments smiling at the pair of you. "And you look like you're feeling a bit better." 
He reaches out and ruffles Namjoon's hair. 
"The others sent me to find you, they want to play some game in the pool and apparently we need teams of four." He says.
Jin holds out his hand and helps you off of Namjoon's lap. You cringe when you feel how clammy your palm is in his. Suddenly, you could think of nothing more refreshing than a dip in the pool.
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jjkhz · 11 months
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I love meanie and bad boy yoongi but it's just not him at all. Yoongi is quiet and more into himself which makes him look intimidating, but that's pretty much it. He is actually a big softie and has a kind heart and is respectful to everyone. He is more of a calm guy who is anything but selfish. Just a small analysis after years of watching him:)
(hybrid yoongi fluff&smut coming)
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intplayboy · 9 days
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OT7/MULTI BTS DRABBLE MASTERPOST
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all rights reserved. these fics or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a review. 
key: a - angst | f - fluff | h - humor | ac - action | s - smut
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ya'aburnee sneak peek (minor a, f, h, ac) - coming soon
hybrid! bts x human detective female! reader
the boys are patiently yet eagerly waiting for you at home, knowing you had another action-packed day, and can’t wait to smother you and make sure you safely return home. But come to find out that you are injured at the front door in the arms of your older colleague, and to make matters worse, how and why you were injured.
witch's refuge (a, f, h, ac) - coming soon
royal soldiers bts ot7 x female witch! reader
in an era where the royal family denounces all magic, as one of the few remaining witches, you hide your powers. though you try to lead a normal life, only the seven accepting men make you feel truly understood. yet, what destiny awaits when you must reveal your true identity? character boards | intro | part 1 | part 2 [finale] | alternate ending
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phancybunny · 9 months
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𝖇𝖙𝖘 ─── ・✧༺♥༻∞. ─── ʕ•⩊•ʔ 𝖍𝖎.
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✧*̥˚ ❝ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ❞ *̥˚✧
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─── *ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒˚◞♡ ⃗
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➳❥💀 𝐨𝐨𝐢. 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. [ bts masterlist ]
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.
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𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 ੈ♡˳❥💀 ─── ❝ 𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘚𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘌𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌...... Jungkook was just a pizza delivery boy, these things don’t happen to normal people like him. Things that can’t be explained, things that only happens books and TV. These things that had quickly became his reality in just a couple of days…. I guess dying just does that to you. ❞ ✧ ೃ༄ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ✧ ༄ ─── 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ╰┈➤ ❝ [02/03/2024] ❞
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𝖎 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗.
❝ all content unless stated otherwise belongs to phancybunny 2023. do not modify or translate without permission. ❞
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therealmintedmango · 1 year
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Cerberus - Part Three
Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut
Rating: NC 18+, Explicit
Words: 7,396
Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader
Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter
Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind, @deeepvibes, @xxsunny-side-upxx, @heoniebaby
Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)
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The hunt is on,
For it is night.
I lurk in the shadows
Under the pale moonlight.
All creatures tucked away in their beds,
Slumber taking its hold and pressing
Down, down, down.
Either a fairytale or a nightmare,
I get to decide,
For you cannot run and
you cannot hide.
Though she does not see me nor sense me,
I can see her sweat and shake,
A virgin so pure and fragile,
I dare not defile.
Not until she is heady and ready,
Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.
For she is mine.
…Mine…
Mine…!
MINE!
I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.
Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.
I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.
That nightmare was truly hellish.
Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.
Then I awoke.
I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.
My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.
Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.
My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.
I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.
The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.
Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.
Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.
Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.
The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.
At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.
Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.
There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.
I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.
Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.
The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.
My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!
However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.
To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.
The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.
Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.
The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.
It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—
“Y/N?”
I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.
“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”
“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.
After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”
With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.
I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.
She is MINE. STAY AWAY.
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The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.
The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.
I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…
I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.
Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.
“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”
I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.
There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.
“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.
They are talking about me.
Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.
Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”
I flinch away from his outstretched hands.
“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”
“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.
I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.
Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!
More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.
I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.
A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?
A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.
“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.
I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.
“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.
“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.
Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.
During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…
“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.
“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.
Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.
Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.
A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.
I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—
“You have the mark of a demon.”
“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.
“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”
I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.
“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.
“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“
“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.
I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.
Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.
“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.
“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”
I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.
She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.
Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.
Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.
“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.
“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.
“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.
I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.
The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.
I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.
“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”
“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”
Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.
I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.
“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.
I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.
“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”
“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.
“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.
“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”
“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.
My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.
As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.
I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.
“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”
I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.
“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”
I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.
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I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!
My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…
I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.
Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…
What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?
Enough with these thoughts.
I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.
His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.
Hyung, be safe.
It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.
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In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.
They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?
Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.
I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!
WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.
The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.
A scream rips through my throat.
Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.
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Part Two And A Half l Part Four
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What if... the CEOs were hybrids? Part three | BTS OT7 AU
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Its been a long while my lovelies and I apologise, hopefully making up for it with the third instalment of the what if series, starting us off with some 7.7K words about hybrid CEOs.
Trigger warnings: Possessive/obsessive behaviour, jealousy, scenting, usual hybrid trope things, swearing, testosterone, I don't know if being mean is a trigger warning but here it is. Angst.
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Playlist : Fire Escape - Matthew Mayfield, Delicate - Damien Rice
Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.
You smelled like him, that was the first thing the trio noticed on their first day back to work when you passed them by. That's why the hyungs looked so sullen at home, why they were no longer coming home with your scent lingering on their clothes. And why Yoongi and Namjoon could barely stand to be in the same room for longer than a minute without tearing into each other about something stupid, all while avoiding the topic of you. 
The miasmic cloud of misery seemed to be hanging over all of their heads, following them without mercy from its downpour. You were avoiding their gazes, the maknaes watched you across the office longingly, waiting for you to greet them, to make the first move they were too afraid to make.
“This is stupid, we’ve known her longer than the human oaf,” Jimin mutters under his breath to the other two. “My angel isn’t one to hold a grudge, let’s just go and say hello.”
As brave as his words sounded, he could feel his heart in his throat, choking back any greeting he wanted to give you. 
“What if she’s still upset with us?” Jungkook’s bunny ears flopped, his own sadness weighing them down as he nervously struggled to keep his eyes on you. How did it get like this? He told you only a week ago you were part of their pack, now they were terrified to talk to you. 
“She doesn’t want to speak to us,” Taehyung states bluntly, while Jungkook could barely look at you, the tiger’s eyes never left you. He could read you like a book, you were ignoring them, and he hated it. All for that stupid human, the anger and jealousy burned inside of him. You never paid anyone else any interest all this time, to the point where he really believed you had feelings for them, and now another’s scent lingered on you, taunting him. How did he get it so wrong? 
He turns away first, walking out of the working space leaving Jungkook and Jimin to reluctantly follow, once last longing look your way, lingering there for as long as possible as they pleaded silently with you to meet them halfway. 
You take a deep breath as you approach his private office, bracing yourself for whatever the hell reason it was today he demanded you come to see him. All week there was a new reason, a new mundane task, more workload, more grumpy attitude from the CEO as he stared daggers into you like he was reverting back to who he was when he met you, when he didn’t trust you. But you could see through it, to an extent, the panther was punishing you and you were letting him . 
You exhale, it sounds almost like a sigh before you knock on the door, a gruff voice replying.
“Depyunim, you asked for me?” You greet him politely when you open the door.
“Take a seat,” he responds without looking up from the paperwork in front of him.
You hesitate, this was how it always started, you sitting there in silence fidgeting for however long he decided before he actually addresses you again. Only today the workload was catching up with you, you couldn’t afford to waste your time with his antics. 
Your reluctance to follow instruction makes him look up at you, not a single emotion on his face, his eyes almost black, void of the man you once knew. 
“Is there a problem Miss L/n?”
Ah. That was the other thing he started doing, he didn’t call you kitten anymore. It shouldn’t still cut you like this, and honestly you thought you had gotten used to it after a whole week, but every time it knocked the wind out of you like a punch to the gut. You were too terrified to call him by his name or question him over it, something told you his bite would be worse than his bark. Even now, where you would normally challenge his behaviour, you couldn’t muster the courage to. 
You shake your head, taking your seat like you had the previous days before. He returns to his paperwork without a word. The atmosphere between you was unbearable, every time you sat in this chair you wanted to bawl your eyes out, and every day you forced yourself to hold the tears back. 
“Depyunim…” you couldn’t take it anymore, you watch the pen in Yoongi’s hand pause at the sound of your voice. “I don’t want to rush you, but I have to get the Enhyphen contracts done by 4.”
You tried to say it calmly, softly, politely, but the stone in your throat made it difficult to speak. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, bracing yourself nervously. He exhales loudly out of his nose, as if you were testing his patience, resuming his writing without a verbal response. 
In all honesty, you were misreading his behaviour. Yoongi was angry at himself. What was he trying to do? Push you away? Keep you close? Make you waste an entire day with him, so you’d be forced to stay late to catch up and then you wouldn’t go to see that human he could smell on you? What exactly was he trying to achieve? He was just so angry all the time since that day. That stench that didn’t belong on you was frying his brain cells, making him act like a possessive panther, enraging him even when he couldn’t smell it. He was desperately trying to keep you as close to him as possible whenever he could, keeping you in his office, his personal den, away from the thing that was taking you from him. 
He hears you sniff, it's small but audible, it stuns him frozen, scared that tears would follow, that he was the one to cause them. As hurt as he was, as miserable, the last thing he wanted to do was make you cry. The grip on his pen tightens. He owes you an explanation for his behaviour, his abuse of his power, he knows it, but how does he start? 
“Did I do something?” Your small voice makes him finally look up at you, almost snapping his neck in the process of how quick his attention turned. 
His hard expression melts into one of shock, jaw dropping an inch as he takes in the way you’re trying to smile despite the sadness coming off of you in waves. 
“No.” Is it a lie? It sounded firm, something that left no room for questions, but he can’t convince himself that it was true. 
In your mind you’ve already come to conclusions about the change in atmosphere, observing their attitude towards you and knowing it coincided with Eric coming into your life. You’re not stupid, you know they saw you as a packmate, so a new foreign scent was going to drive them over the edge. You just thought it would have settled by now, that they would’ve gotten used to it. 
But how could you act hurt when you were the one to instigate the change, to pull away for your own peace of mind. You put up walls and boundaries, knowing what the consequences would be. You couldn’t complain now, even if your whole body ached with missing them, despite working with them almost every day. Distance didn’t have to be physical, you could prove that. 
“Okay,” you accept it, plastering on a patient content smile on your face that didn’t feel right. Yoongi doesn’t like it, he knows it’s fake, but he turns back to his paperwork like a coward, unable to confront you or let you go. 
“What’s this?” Namjoon’s eyes are aflame as he shows you the email on his laptop, his eyes unbreaking from staring down your small figure in front of his desk. 
“I-it’s a request for a job reference,” you state the obvious, trying not to tremble in front of his heated glare. 
“I can see that babygirl,” he sounds almost condescending, the fire in his chest unable to remain contained in front of you. “Is there a problem here working in this company?”
You gulp a little, shaking your head since you couldn’t trust your voice to stay steady. 
“Then why would you even think about applying elsewhere?” He almost growls, almost. 
He sucks in his cheeks, trying to calm himself down, knowing what a hypocrite he was being. He told the others to keep their distance, to stop with this mating nonsense especially since you were obviously interested in someone else. All those times he told the others to respect your choices, and here he was eating his own words. Employees come and go, it’s a given in any business, but you, over his dead body was he ready or willing to let you leave. He didn’t even consider it an option. 
“What is it, Y/n?” he pushes, “Is it the pay? The workload? What would make you decide to leave when all you have to do to fix anything is speak to me.”
He was seething, but his anger wasn’t directed at you, it was the fear he was hiding in the flames speaking for him. 
“I was just exploring my options,” you can’t meet his eyes when you say it, your focus aimed at the edge of his desk. You knew logically you didn’t have to answer a thing, didn’t have to justify your actions, but you felt compelled to. This wasn’t just your boss, this was the man you had been in love with for years. You respected him far too much.
“Anything any company can offer you I can match or double,” he still sounds so angry, but he can’t help it. “You want a pay rise? Done. Promotion? Whatever position babygirl, it’s yours. Anything you want.” Just don’t leave. 
The corner of your lip rises an inch, a humourless sad smile on your face as you hold back a scoff. Your eyes start to water, you don’t want to say a word. He couldn’t give you what you wanted, you wanted him, you wanted the others, and if he ever knew he would throw you out of the company himself. You were doing him a favour by removing yourself, but you couldn’t tell him, because regardless of what you thought were noble actions, you knew you wouldn’t be able to take the look of hate or disgust in his eyes if it was directed at you. 
“You’re the biggest asset this company has ever had,” he explains, needing to cover his outburst before you read between the lines. It wasn’t a lie, but it sure wasn’t the reason why he was so desperate for you to stay. “I’m not letting you go without putting up a fight.” 
You wanted him to stop. It wasn’t fair how he made your heart sway and burn when he didn’t feel the same way. You hear him sigh, collecting his words, the hesitation makes you finally glance at him.
“Does this have anything to do with why you were crying last week?” He asks cautiously, his gaze inspecting your every reaction and movement.
“No,” you lie, “I told you, I was just overwhelmed with the workload.”
You sounded so flat, it made him ache. He fights the instinct to wrap you in his arms, smothering the voice in his head that was telling him something was wrong with his mate, reminding that incessant voice that you chose someone else. It was happening more and more frequently recently, he was arguing with himself all the time. The same conversation with himself repeating everyday whenever he saw you.
She chose someone else, he says to himself firmly, shutting down any chance of a counter argument. He doesn’t notice the grip on his pen is deadly until it cracks under the pressure, ink spilling all over his hands. 
“Joonie!” Maybe it was instinct that tore away all the boundaries you were building, but you race to his hand in worry as if he had injured himself. He felt the tug in his chest again the second you said his name, finding himself gazing at you softly. There’s a frown forming as you take his hand, looking it over in case he cut himself. He doesn’t pull away, even though he knows he should. You had him wrapped around your little finger, and although he didn’t mind, it was starting to hurt. 
“Are you okay?” You ask him, glancing up at his face to ensure he wasn’t in pain before returning to inspect his soiled hands. 
He knew he was pretending nothing had changed since you started dating, but his whole world turned upside down and he had to grit his teeth through it. He had to lead the others by example, but doing what was right rather than what he wanted was getting harder each time he saw you. Each time he could smell that disgusting odour on you it flared his jealousy, it had only been a week, how often were you seeing this boy in a week that his scent was always on you? 
“I don’t think you’re bleeding,” you mumble, more to yourself than to him, that frown of concern still cemented on your face as if you refused to trust the evidence he was unscathed. 
He hates it when you pull away, your own hand stained with ink from holding his. You glance down at them, lips turning up an inch as if you found it humorous for reasons unknown to him. You were laughing at yourself, all that progress you thought you were making away from them was bullshit, the state of your hands were proof enough of that. 
“I think I need to go wash my hands,” you chuckle, moving away from him. 
He fights back the instinct to grab your hand in a desperate attempt of keeping you with him, words lodged in his throat. He controls himself as you walk out of the office, feeling like a hopeless puppy rather than a wolf. 
“Did you hear, Y/n got herself a boyfriend!”
“No way, for sure thought she was courting the CEOs.”
“She obviously tried and failed.”
Jin sighs, closing his eyes trying to contain the disappointment he felt in his employees as they gossiped about you, not realising he was within earshot. He tries not to listen, tries not to focus on the details of your new relationship, but gossip spreads like wildfire in the company, the details getting warped as they were whispered. 
He scoffs. What did they know? They were all wrong about your affection for them, it was the other way round, they were courting you. It was plain and obvious for anyone to see but in the eyes of your jealous and spiteful colleagues, you were the instigator. Perhaps it was a blessing you unknowingly rejected them, he hated to think of what rumours would try to taint you if they were successful. He says it to himself so convincingly he can almost pretend it doesn’t taste bitter. Why was everyone so blind? Why were you so clueless? Why was everything so complicated?
He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the meeting room, half an hour early. Some habits die hard, some don’t die at all. Just as he expected you were already there setting up, he would’ve smiled if it wasn’t for the smell that hits him, the reminder. He could pretend nothing was changing, but the truth was hard to deny. 
“Need any help, beautiful girl?” he says, his sudden presence making you jump out of your skin. He grins at that at least.
“I’m almost done,” you laugh lightly, hand on your heart as it raced, refusing to calm down even when you knew there was no threat. You don’t know why but you were becoming increasingly nervous around Jin, a paranoid part of you thought he could see right through what you were doing, and you were afraid he would call you out. 
He hums in acknowledgement, approaching you slowly, his eyes boring into you as if you would disappear from sight if he so much as blinked. 
“You’re early,” you comment, trying to focus on anything other than his stare. 
“I wanted to spend time with my beautiful girl,” he confesses against his better judgement. He didn’t want things to change, so what if you were dating a moron, you were still his mate. 
Your pulse was beating faster the closer he got. Jin refused to let you pull away, it was why you thought he knew what you were doing. He didn’t let anything change. Boundaries? Fine, he’d respect them, but you trying to create a distance from him? It would kill him. 
“I-I, umm…” You can’t find an excuse to leave the room, and when he stands in front of you only inches away you lose your train of thought all together. His eyes implore down to your own, the softest smile admiring you without attempting to hide it at all.
“Hmmm?” he hums again, asking you to go on with a slight smirk, reading the effect he had on you, proof that you liked him too. 
You’re sure you look like a fish out of water to the amused bear in front of you playing with his food. 
“What’s wrong honey?”
You gulp, his eyes turning dangerous and knowing underneath the light expression he held. Maybe you liked that new term of endearment a little too much, Jin swore he could hear your heartbeat flatline for a second. He takes a step closer, basking in the warmth radiating from your heated form, just more evidence, more reassurance that he hadn’t gotten it wrong. You loved them too, the only issue was Namjoon’s inability to see it, and whatever the hell you were doing with that boy he could smell on you. 
The urge to get rid of it with his own scent was driving him up the wall. It would be so easy, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Crossing boundaries was how you all got into the predicament, he wasn’t about to make it worse. 
Your mouth opens and closes, repeatedly without words like the proverbial fish. Didn’t you ask the maknaes what hybrid you would be? Well you know the answer now. 
“Are you ill honey?” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. He can’t help it, just something small, something that can be brushed off as concern. “You’re burning up.”
By the look on his face you can tell he knows exactly why that is. The smirk is gone, his face unusually serious with a challenge in his eyes to prove him wrong. 
“I-I’m fine,” you don’t sound it when you push his hand away from your face, but you force yourself to brush it off. “Honestly Jin, I’m fine.”
Before he can investigate any further, you turn away from him, feeling his stare on your back as you finish setting up for the meeting. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him that you repeat certain things, or take your time, obviously trying to avoid any more interactions with him. He laughs to himself in pity, maybe he did get it all wrong. 
It's silent in their office, it has been all week. No one seemed to muster the energy to talk, not even the maknaes now they were back. Namjoon half expected them to whine or complain openly about the situation, but they were too deflated to speak. A burning guilt seared right down his centre, realising his punishment was part of the reason they wouldn’t be open about their feelings, he was their alpha and he lost their trust. But they couldn’t see he was just trying to protect everyone, that was his burden. 
Hoseok walked in, doom and gloom written all over his face, a visible sigh through his lips, his eyes concentrated on the ground as he walked. A part of him wanted to hide in Yoongi’s office, not really wanting to be alone but not wanting company either, but he couldn't impose and the panther had been a bit volatile recently. He can’t remember the last time Yoongi willingly came into the main office since his argument with Namjoon. The two were avoiding each other thinking that was the best way to avoid conflict, in reality it was just making things ten times worse.
“I think I’m going to transfer to another floor,” he says nonchalantly as he stands at his desk, the others gawping at his words. 
“Hyung,” Jimin sounds equal parts outraged and upset. “You can’t.”
“Floor seven needs better management,” he says, not meeting anyone’s eyes. 
“And the real reason Hyung?” Taehyung scoffs.
He doesn’t answer for a moment, wanting to keep it repressed inside, but this was his pack, his family, they knew him better than anyone else. 
“I can’t take the smell,” he confesses quietly. “Everytime I look at her all I can see is someone else's hands on her, I-”
He cuts himself off, taking a breath. His emotions were spilling, overwhelmingly so inside of his chest, the only way out was through his mouth as words, but he locks it shut. 
“We won’t let a girl come between us or the company,” Namjoon states after minutes of silence, his voice quiet but firm. “We’ve worked together since the start, we’ve had problems before and we’ve gotten through them every time, this is no different.”
It was like he was brushing the situation off, that’s what made them stare at the leader of their pack aghast. A girl? A problem? Did he seriously just say that?
“But she’s not just a girl Namjoon,” Hoseok sounds so heartbroken that he even implied it, not holding back his words even though he knew it wasn’t a subject to approach the lead CEO with. “She’s our mate.”
Namjoon sighs, ready to have the conversation again for the hundredth time but Hobi doesn’t let him.
“You can deny it to yourself and the rest of us,” he says. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”
He doesn’t want to hear the lectures today, doesn’t want to sit through another spiel about how it would never work, so he left the office before the wolf could start. It was just his bad luck that he ran into you as he walked out, your form colliding into his chest. 
“Woah-” It’s instinct the way his arms wrap around you to hold you steady, and he blames instinct as to why he's so reluctant to let you leave. Your palms are on his chest, burning through the fabric of his shirt, finally giving him some of the warmth he had been craving for a while. 
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly, pulling away, but he doesn’t release you. You look up at him in confusion. “Are you okay?”
No, I'm not okay sunshine. He’s missed you, the confession almost leaves his lips. But instead he smiles through the gut wrenching pain of letting you go, carrying on as if nothing had happened. 
Twice in one day? What had you done to deserve it? You march over to Yoongi’s office this time, the pile of work starting to stack itself into the leaning tower of pisa on your desk. You don’t even knock, opening the door to greet the panther. 
“Depyunim you calle-”
“You need to rewrite this,” he cuts you off without looking at you, holding the files you dropped off earlier before they slammed on his desk. 
“What’s wrong with it?” you challenge quietly, knowing that you checked it over ten times before giving it to him. 
“You need to change the font,” he states matter of factly. What the- was he kidding?
“This again?” you groan, rolling your eyes in without thinking, patience wearing thin. “There’s nothing wrong with the font!”
Yoongi stands up so quickly his chair almost falls back, he strides over to you, eyes pinning you down where you stood just outside his office. The doorway between you shouldn’t symbolise so much, but when he looks down at you with an anger simmering in his eyes, you can’t ignore that it does. 
“I’m a CEO of this company,” his voice is quiet, dangerously so. “If I tell you that it needs changing, there shouldn’t be any questions about it kitten.”
The pet name slips before he can stop it, but he can see your eyes soften at the term despite the way you were trying to challenge him. Your hands ball into fists by your side, trying to stop the ache that came with hearing him call you that again. Trying to pretend you didn’t miss the sound with your whole being. 
“I’m not changing the font Min Yoongi,” you keep your voice and gaze steady, ready to win this battle between you both. 
He almost smirks, it was instinct when his kitten got out her claws, he couldn’t help it. 
“I’m telling you to.”
“Fine, if you’re going to be stubborn about it let’s take it to Namjoon and he can tell us if you’re being unreasonable or not,” you argue back not realising that was the wrong button to press, but how were you to know of the ruins of their relationship. 
“This isn’t Namjoon’s project,” he can hear the growl in his words, taking a heavy step towards you. 
The way his eyes turned black in a second made a shiver go down your spine, goosebumps jumping out of your skin, warning you that you pushed the panther too far. The next step he takes has you gulp, survival instinct taking over as you take a step back, keeping the distance between you the same, moving into the corridor. 
“It's mine,” he looks so disgusted at you, hate pouring out in his words and his glare, aimed far away from you but unfortunately you were on the receiving end. Kim Namjoon was not a name to be uttered in his presence. “So if I tell you, to change the font Miss L/n, you change it.”
His words are final, you can see it. It doesn’t falter, his stare so intense you have trouble finding your own words. 
“Okay,” you give in, ready to drop the subject and run away from his demeanour, but he wasn’t having it. 
“How dare you try to question my rank in this deal Y/n,” the way he says your first name makes you realise it's not just anger there, you hurt him. “But I guess you don’t respect me a much as you respect him.”
He scoffs, shaking his head as he walks back into his office, slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone on the other side. You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath until your lungs filled with air again shakily. No, you were not going to leave it like this. 
For the second time that day you don’t knock, walking in to find his back to you as he stood in the middle of the office, Shoulders rising and falling with each angry breath he took. You close the door behind you, staring at him until he turns around. 
“Get out of my office,” he’s not joking, the tone of voice he was using with you, you had never heard aimed at you before. You force your bottom lip to not quiver.
“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. He lets out a breath of laughter, humorlessly, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation. 
“Fine. Now leave.”
In his current state, the stink on you was only fuelling the fire. It filled his office, his safe space and he wanted it out even if it meant kicking you out. 
“Yoongi,” he curses the way you look up at him with watering eyes. “Why are you so mad at me?”
“That smell is off putting,” it’s spit out before he can reign it in. Part of you expected that to be the answer but you still look surprised.
“But this is irrational…” you shake your head, you want to create boundaries not be exiled. “I know Eric isn’t part of your pack but neither are most of the people you work with every day and you’ve never behaved like this before. Not with me.”
His jaw clenches at the name, the way you said it sounded too familiar for a guy you only met a week ago. Humans were more like animals than they thought, if you met your mate time was irrelevant, he really thought that was you for them, he didn’t want to believe anything else. 
“I can’t stand their stench either kitten,” he bites back, sounding spiteful, tail flickering behind him dangerously. “Why do you think I have a private office that no one’s allowed into?”
You reel back, hating the way he was speaking to you. You both bickered and argued all the time, but this felt different, this felt real. 
“And right now, you’re filling it with that disgusting smell,” you could almost see smoke coming out of his head, like a volcano about to erupt. “So please, Y/n, leave.”
You stare at him silently for a second, unable to hide the hurt on your face anymore. He doesn’t budge, he can’t, and you can see it your efforts to get through to him would be fruitless. When you close the door behind you, walking out without another word, he can feel the guilt drop like a pill inside of him, regretting letting his jealousy speak for him.
You can hear the tap running in the kitchen when you walk into your apartment after work. Sighing with emotional exhaustion as you take off your shoes, you really wanted to be alone.
“Hey!” His voice shouldn’t aggravate you, but it pulls at a chord. “How was work?”
You try to smile, but it feels awful. 
“Busy as always,” you don’t elaborate, and Eric is smart enough to know not to push. 
“Well I made you one last dinner… without burning the kitchen down this time,” he chuckles sheepishly. 
“You really didn’t have to,” you didn’t have the stomach for food today. 
“I just wanted to thank you Y/n,” he says sincerely. “For letting me stay with you this week, I honestly can’t thank you enough.”
If you told any of your friends you let the guy that took you on one date stay with you when he accidentally burned down his apartment, you’re pretty sure they’d kill you before giving you the lecture of ‘you don’t know him’, ‘he could be a serial killer’. But you knew Eric through a mutual friend, and if they vouched for him, you’d believe it. Plus you couldn’t lie that his presence was useful in your badly executed plan of getting over your bosses or at least not letting them find out you were in love with them. 
“Sure you’re not going to let me take you out on another date to make up for it?” he tries cheekily, reminding you of his presence when you space out thinking about them. 
“I thought dinner was your way of making up for it,” you say with a look on your face that roughly translated to, nice try.
“No, that's my way of saying thank you,” he chuckles but again doesn’t push it.
As much as you wanted to be distracted from your current dilemma, you wouldn’t use anyone that way. It wasn’t fair, you were hung up on them, and you didn’t believe that stupid saying of getting under someone else. Honestly, you didn’t know what you were doing, you wanted something impossible. Did you honestly believe that a little distance was going to erase the past few years of getting to know them, of falling in love with them? How did you think you could have it both ways? Love them from afar, but still keep them close. You really were a mess. 
His scent was stronger on you this morning. It was all they could think about through the meeting all seven of them had to attend, but they didn’t know that was because you hugged Eric goodbye this morning when he finally left with his stuff. More from the relief of getting your space back than anything else. The time-old saying was wrong, what they didn’t know would definitely kill them. 
Did he spend the night? Was that why the once lingering smell on you was now punching them in the face with its pungence? Jin glances briefly at the way Yoongi was tapping his pen irritatedly on the surface of the desk. Hobi looking distraught beside him, blinking back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.
The maknaes were fairing no better. Jimin's stare was as cold as ice, threatening to freeze anyone cold that dared to approach him… perhaps it was quite fitting for an arctic fox. Jin could hear the way Jungkook’s leg was restless under the desk, the strength of the smell too much for the bunny as his face contorted into pain. And Taehyung… well the tiger looked at you with such an intensity, the oldest CEO didn’t know how you were ignoring it, surely you felt the burn of his gaze.
Jin wondered how Namjoon was leading the meeting with such faux ease. If Jin didn’t know him any better, he would have believed it, but he noticed the subtle clench of his jaw, the way he couldn’t help glancing at you at any given moment, the heartbreak and questions in his gaze every time it fell on you. 
“We’ve only just managed to reach our target for this year’s quarterly,” Namjoon states, trying not to wince at the way the smell was giving him a headache. “I want project leaders to reassess their team's work for any pitfalls or areas for improvement.” 
You frown in concern when he pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his fingers, closing them in pain before resuming the meeting. You want to question it, stay late when he finishes his speech, thanking everyone for their hard work and letting your colleagues leave the room. You want to stay, you want to check he's okay, but you remind yourself of what you’re trying to achieve and force yourself out without looking back at any of them. That didn’t mean you didn’t feel each of their stares as you left. 
You can see Jungkook and Jimin wandering around the office floor, trying to look busy, striking up conversations with almost every employee, asking them mundane questions about different projects, all while sneaking not so subtle glances your way. You’d laugh under any other circumstance. You hadn’t said a word to them since that night, and now because of the lack of communication the atmosphere festered into something awkward. Each party was afraid to approach the other, you were scared to talk to them, they had a way of bringing down your defences, and you knew it would take them seconds to break down the wall of boundaries you were building. 
The pair notice you ignoring their presence, making their way through the sea of employees, inching closer and closer to you as naturally as they can fake. 
“Hyung I don’t think this is going to work,” Jungkook mutters under his breath for only the arctic fox to hear.
“Why won’t it work?” Jimin challenges in a hushed breath. “We’re the CEO’s of the company checking on our employees, Angel is also an employee, this is the perfect way to start a conversation again.”
“But hyung-”
“I miss her,” Jimin looks earnestly at the bunny, his heart in his eyes for him to see. “I can’t take this anymore.”
Jungkook bites his lips nervously as Jimin talks to Seulgi, the next desk they would approach would be yours. You seemed engrossed in your work but he kept his eye on you, scared you would figure out what they were doing and run away before they had the chance to talk to you. 
You, however, were so wrapped up in your own thoughts you didn’t question their motives. That is until they make their way to your desk.
“Angel,” Jimin greets you as if nothing happened. 
Your eyes widen as you stare at him in shock, realising this was their plan the whole time. 
“Jimin,” you breathe back, and he has to stop himself pouncing on you. Fuck, he missed you? Why was that word not enough to explain the pain of being away from you for so long?
“Hi Noona,” Jungkook saves his hyung by sacrificing himself, the older CEO malfunctioning after hearing his name. “W-we w-wanted to see how everyone was doing.”
He chews at his lips, cursing himself for stuttering, but thankfully Jimin finds his tongue.
“The hyungs sent us,” he lies hastily, “to check on everyone, I mean…”
You just nod in reply, feeling a little on the spot with both their gazes burning into you like you would fade from sight. You kind of wish you could fade from sight.
“How are you?” Jimin asks softly, the words sounding light but holding more weight than anyone would ever know. 
“I-I’m okay,” you smile but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Just falling behind.”
Your hands grip onto the arm rests of your chair, as if you were physically trying to hold yourself back from leaping into their arms. You missed them, you missed them so much you didn’t care about that stupid night and the stupid boundaries. You just wanted to go back to normal, but you couldn’t, you had feeling for them, it was wrong. 
“Anything we can help with?” Jungkook asks, hoping you’d let them. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in your hair, after scenting you so hard that you only smelled of him and the pack. His fingers fidget, entangling around each other, can’t he at least touch your hair? Or your cheek, or something. 
“I kind of need to not be distracted,” you say sheepishly, wincing at your own harsh words though you tried to say them as politely as you could. Both boys balk at the suggestion before Jimin composes himself.
“Understood.” His features turn to stone as he drags the bunny away, leaving you to your work. Your heart breaks more and more with each step they take, knowing you can’t take it back. You hurt them. 
You thought their office was empty, it's why you didn’t knock. Knowing their schedules, knowing they were all at different meetings, you didn’t think twice to enter with the files you had to drop off, coming to an abrupt halt when you’re met with his red rimmed eyes. You both stare at each other, your face one of complete shock, while his was evident of his tears. 
It's the sob that wrecks through his whole body that has you spring into action, flinging the files onto whoevers desk you didn't care, as you almost ran over to him, engulfing him in your arms nearly knocking you both over. If anything he cries harder, tail wrapping around your waist too as he holds onto you like a lifeline. You squeeze him hard, his head burying itself into your neck, trying to find the scent of you that wasn’t tainted with that awful stench. 
You don’t smell like you. You don’t smell like them. He won’t pretend it's pure instinct as he rubs his head against you, sniffling as he moves your head under his chin, rubbing his scent glands on you roughly. It’s all over you, that fucking smell was everywhere. 
“Tae,” you call his name airily, his ministrations already having an effect on you, but you had been so starved of him for so long. 
He doesn’t respond, taking your arm in his hand, pressing it against his cheek, hiding his eyes from you when he decides it isn’t enough. You feel yourself stop breathing when he uses his lips instead, soft delicate kisses on the length of your arm, making his way slowly to your neck. You’re frozen, not wanting him to stop for a second, your skin searing at every touch he gives. 
That is until you try to make sense of his behaviour. He was a hybrid, who saw you as part of his pack, and you denied them your presence for over a week. This was just his instincts on overdrive and you had to get yourself together before he went too far and regretted it. Or before you misread the signals and got your heart broken again. 
“Tae, stop,” it sounds feeble even to your own ears, but you grab his wrists and push him back. His eyes meet yours, no tears left but his pupils are fully blown like he was on catnip. 
“No,” his voice is hoarse but stubborn. “I don’t want to.”
It takes all your strength to hold him back when he tries to lean into you again, his heart aching at the way you're keeping him away when he so desperately needs you. 
“Please,” he begs, whimpering, feeling like if you denied him it would crush him beyond repair. “Please flower.”
You breathe out slowly, long and calm, trying to keep yourself together, to not give in. It wasn’t fair, every brick you painstakingly spent building against them came down like a house of cards. Tears prickle the corner of your own eyes. This wasn’t fair. 
He manages to rest his head on your shoulder, his nose sniffing against your neck. It’s still there, muted but he could still smell it. You hear the low hum of a growl in his throat.
“Taehyung, talk to me,” you say gently, needing him to verbalise his actions so you didn’t misread them. 
“You’re not supposed to smell like him!” he cries, closing his eyes in pain. “You’re supposed to smell like us, you’re mine.”
Your heart leaps before it falls. 
“Tae,” your bottom lip trembles, doesn’t he realise how cruel this was. “You can’t say shit like that.”
He hears you sniff, moving away enough to see the look of sadness on your face. But he doesn’t understand why it’s there. Did you really not feel the same way? No, that wasn’t it, the way you looked up at him, begging him to stop but they were soft on him, so loving. 
“Why?” he dares to ask, it comes out a whisper, his heart pounding as he inspects you. You close your eyes, wanting to laugh at how pathetic you are. It causes tears to fall out of the corner of your eyes. You let go of his wrists to wipe them away, ready to answer him, ready to confess and leave him forever to save yourself from more pain. 
A creak startles you both, the door opening to reveal the others making their way back from their respective meetings, all of them staring at the scene, completely taken back. 
“Baby girl?” Namjoon is the first to step towards you both, his eyes flickering between you both. The concern on his face turns to one of anger, aimed at the tiger but you had already decided it was towards you. 
You can’t deal with this. Turning away you try to make your leave, only to be held back, Taheyung grabbing your hand in his and making you face him. 
“Why?’ he repeats, more adamantly. He needed to know, because whether he was right or wrong would change everything. 
“Taehyung,” Namjoon growls warningly. His eyes fixed on your hands together. 
“This is between me and flower,” he glares at his hyung, the threat in his eyes clear for the wolf not to get involved. He turns back to you, the others watching intently. “Why?”
You feel defeat ripple through your chest, your face scrunching as you sniff back the sob working its way out. 
“Because my stupid human brain is going to misunderstand,” you voice is heavy with tears, a few slipping out against your wishes. “Your actions mean something different for humans than they do for hybrids.”
He almost scoffs, this was what you always did. They were so obvious with their affection and love and you rationalised it wrong every time.
“What does it mean for humans, flower?” he almost sounds like he’s mocking you, a new stern and unforgiving look on his face as he moves closer to you. 
“Taehyung stop,” you beg, not wanting to go through with this, to feel embarrassed about your feelings when he figured it out. “Please.”
“Taehyung maybe we shou-”
The glare he sends Hoseok’s way has the lion biting his tongue. They were all panicked, what if the tiger’s actions cost you them forever?
“What do kisses mean for humans?” he asks again, louder, more demanding, not letting the subject drop. “Or better yet… What do you think they mean for hybrids?”
“You kissed her?” Both of you ignore Namjoon’s outburst, Taehyung not caring if he misunderstood. 
The corners of your lips pull down so far, your eyes welling ready for overspill as you implore him silently to let you go. Why was he being so cruel? You had never known him to be like this before, what did he want from you? You breathe shakily, feeling lost until it hits you, he’s figured it out. He knows. 
Your worst fears come to surface and you pray it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t about to out your feelings to the others. He watches you struggle for words, deciding to take pity on you.
“Because last time I checked,” he breathes, his heart pounding in his chest hard as he takes a leap of faith. “They mean the same thing for us as they mean for you.”
It takes you a second, he can see the crease between your brows before your whole face goes slack with disbelief. He can see the puzzle pieces finally fit into place through your eyes, unable to help himself, smiling when he can feel your pulse match his. 
He takes another step closer, the distance between you only a hair width. Final drops of tears fall out of your eyes as he watches your pupils dilate when he leans in. You don’t pull away when his lips press against yours, you pull him closer.
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kpoprecks · 6 days
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Anyone know the name of an OT7 BTS hybrid fic! Reader gets left a rundown motel and meet Hoseok (jhope) pretty sure he was a dingo or some kinda dog hybrid!!
PLS HELP A GAL OUTTTTT
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hoebii · 2 years
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Black Mamba XI
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Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 2.2k Betas : @moccahobi​​ (Please the way she puts so much effort and thought into this story! I love you I love you I love you <3) Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : Very sorry for the wait but here I am! I actually had this chapter written for a while now but life decided it hates me and who am I to fight that 🤡 Anyways! Hope you guys like this one, feedback is always appreciated and I’m very very sorry for the wait <3
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You woke up gasping for air. It felt as if someone had wrapped their hands around your neck and just kept squeezing. Clawing at your throat, you felt nothing besides your own nails scratching the skin raw.
It took you a while before your brain registered that you weren’t being strangled by phantom hands - the only harm you were in would come from you and with that in mind, you finally put them down beside you on the bed. 
With trembling legs, you stood from your bed and walked to the light switch by the door, flicking it on and bathing the room in light. Squinting at the sudden light, you took a moment to gather your bearings, leaning back against the door, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your body shook from the shock. You slid down when you felt as if your legs could no longer support your weight, the plethora of emotions coursing through you becoming overwhelming.
You didn’t know how long you sat by your door, almost dozing off then and there but the moment your eyes closed, all you saw was red. 
Red on the wall, on your hands, wherever you could see. Snapping your eyes open again. Only to be greeted back into your room at the mansion where you now lived after being adopted - no red in sight. You stared at your fingers as you moved them around, forcing yourself to accept that everything was okay. Everything was as it should be.
You slapped yourself to make yourself focus on reality. Trembling as you shrunk in on yourself, as if you were hiding from them, you tried to shut your mind off. You didn’t want emotions to rule you but you couldn’t stop it from doing so either. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head vigorously when you saw red creeping in behind your lids again. You refused to stop till the images that sprung to your mind dissipated, only stopping when the dizziness got too much.
Growling when that didn’t work, you stood from your place on the floor, a hand shooting out to stabilise yourself against the door when the world spun around you as an aftermath of standing up too fast - or maybe it was also due to making yourself dizzy a few moments ago. The hand that supported you against the door curled into a fist and your lips twisted into a scowl. Not thinking, you winded your hand back and threw a punch right at the door before stopping mere centimetres away from it. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and you gently let your fist touch the wood. 
No. 
You weren’t going to destroy anything else. 
You couldn’t.  
Letting your hand fall back to your side, you took a deep breath in before exhaling. Forcing your body to relax. Your eyes darted from one place to another - observing your room as a way of distracting yourself from the war that raged on.
The memories that came back to haunt you disguised as nightmares had you reacting more than you should have. You felt as if you were drowning on dry land, ironic.
You bumped your head against the door gently a few times before letting yourself go and fully put your weight against the said object. Your eyes snapped open the moment your eyes slid shut, the images your mind conjured too much to take.
You didn’t know how much time had passed, picking at your cuticles, biting on the skin around your nails - trying to ground yourself to reality - to clear your mind. Time felt like it no longer existed around you, just a suffocating darkness creeping closer the longer you stayed there motionless. 
Growing restless, you decide to throw on a sweatshirt before leaving your room, only silence greeting you as you stepped out. You didn’t know where you wanted to go, just letting your legs lead you aimlessly through the manor. A gust of cold wind blew by, making a shiver run down your spine. You scanned the area to try and locate where it came from, realising that someone had left one of the windows in the hallway open. 
Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to come up with a reason for why that would be the case. You wanted to investigate but when you moved to close and lock the window before continuing to roam, the window seemed to be already locked.
Did you imagine the whole thing? Suddenly you weren’t sure if anything around you was real anymore. What was wrong with you?
Your thoughts were already a mess - though you did make sure to keep an eye out for anything else out of the ordinary afterwards. Not that it would make a difference. Who knew if what you saw was what was really happening.
In your dazed state, you barely noticed when you entered the kitchen - standing by the counter, the thoughts swirling around your head were chains constricting around your entire being, rendering you unable to move. 
With your eyes glued to the marble counter in the middle of the kitchen, you let your thoughts consume you - suddenly not having any more energy to fight against them. You were miles away, distantly you felt a muted stinging sensation against your wrists but even then you weren’t sure if it was a figment of your imagination or reality.
You didn’t know how long you stood there. Finally letting yourself get lost in the darkness that encapsulated your every thought. You didn’t bother fighting against the demons that clawed at your heart, the ache increasing the longer you let it happen. It felt as if you would be forever stuck in your personal hell when something jerked you out of it.
Slowly but surely you became more aware of your surroundings, your ears finally registering the urgency of the voice that seemed to be calling out your name as they kept a firm grip on your wrist. 
Your eyes slowly trailed up from your hand to the face of the person who had pulled you out of the darkness that seemed never ending in your mind not even a second ago. 
With pursed lips and concern shining bright in his eyes, Jimin looked at you. You could feel the way his grip around your wrist got stronger for the briefest of moments before going slack again. Your eyes met his, noting the way his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.
“When Tae got the bracelet for you, I don’t think it was for you to use it to hurt yourself, you know?” He spoke softly. “Actually, if I recall correctly, he got it for the opposite reason.”
“I,” you started, eyes widening a fraction when your voice cracked from not using it since you had awakened. “I wasn’t hurting myself.”
Jimin raised an eyebrow at that, glancing back at where he was still holding your wrist. 
“That’s not what it looked like to me.”
It was your turn to furrow your brows. You hadn’t been hurting yourself in any way that you knew of, so why was he saying that? 
It was as if your body suddenly came alive, too fast for your brain to catch up as your muscles locked and stiffened- alarms blaring in your mind all of a sudden that someone was touching you. 
A part of you wanted to snatch your wrist away - maybe you would’ve if this had occurred when you newly came here. Now, you could somewhat control your instincts - at least to a certain degree so you wouldn’t end up hurting someone again. 
Try as you might, repressing instincts wasn’t as easy as you hoped for it to be and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet hiss, the suddenness of everything still making you try to jerk your hand away and cause a sharp stinging sensation to run up your body.
Jimin must’ve gotten surprised from your sudden reaction as he let go of your hand immediately, making sure to put some distance between you two.
Of course he would be cautious around you.
Have you forgotten the way you hurt Taehyung when you first came here? 
You’re lucky they still let you live here. 
Pathetic.
You pushed the thoughts away, though you couldn’t help the frown on your face. In midst of your self-deprecating thoughts, your gaze finally settled back on your wrist where the skin beneath the bracelet was red and raw.
When did this happen?
“I,” you tried speaking again, clearing your throat. “I didn’t realise when-“
Jimin hummed, his attention seemingly somewhere else as he walked around the kitchen, looking for something. 
“I get it, you did it without thinking right? Hobi hyung does that sometimes, lost in his own world.”
You were relieved that he seemed to understand what you were trying to say but… why was Jimin telling you this?
“Aha!” You heard- him exclaim from somewhere behind the counter where he had crouched down. His head poked up and you saw a tiny grin on his face as he looked at you. “Found it.”
“Found what?” 
“First-aid kit!” He declared as he stood up and put the said box on the counter with a thud. “Let me see your hand.”
“It’s nothing serious, you don’t have to-“ you tried to refuse but were met with unimpressed eyes of Jimin silently offering his hand for you to put yours on.
“You know, you’re a lot more similar to my hyungs than you realise. Don’t try pulling a Yoongi on me with the ‘I can do it myself’ thing. I know you can but I just wanna be able to take care of you,” he rambled on, his tone getting more filled with restrained emotions the more he went on.
Not knowing how to reply, you wordlessly put your hand on his upturned one. A shiver ran down your spine when he gripped it gently before moving the bracelet down your forearms. 
“I noticed that you don’t like taking it off so I’ll just move it down for me to be able to work properly,” he explained, as if sensing the question on your mind.
The place fell silent as he got to disinfecting and bandaging your wrist and you observing him. You tried inputting all the details of his face in your brain, not being able to tear your eyes away from how concentrated he looked. You would like to blame your past training; needing to account for every tiny detail you could find of your victims to come up with the best way to finish the job. Yet, when it came to Jimin, a part of you knew that wasn’t the reason why you were so invested in him. It was something else, something you couldn’t pinpoint. 
You didn’t realise that he was done until you heard him cough to grab your attention. Confusion running through you when you felt your face get warmer. 
Were you getting sick all of a sudden? But that’s highly unlikely.
“Thank you,” you whispered nonetheless, not wanting to speak any louder. “I’m sorry for taking up your time with this, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen in the future.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed at your words, a pout on his lips as he looked you in the eyes. 
“Nonsense, I could’ve walked past and not done anything when I saw you. I chose to do this. Don’t be sorry.” 
A beat of silence.
“Besides,” he spoke again, “I like spending time with you - you getting hurt aside. I wanna get to know you better and if you don’t want anyone else to know about this then it can be our little secret.”
A smile came on his lips. “Sounds fun, no? Secret meet ups in the dead of nights where we just spend some time together?”
You couldn’t explain the emotions that went through you at his words but you were certain that you… liked them. 
Jimin single-handedly somehow replaced the unbearable darkness that took hold of you with something light and relieving in merely minutes.
You spent the next hour or two simply sitting in the kitchen listening to Jimin talk about anything that came to his mind. You tried your best to give your input wherever you could but you were glad that Jimin didn’t seem to mind that he was doing most of the talking. 
At one point you could hear someone making their way to where the two of you were, letting Jimin know. You only watched as Jimin ran to keep the first-aid kit back to it’s original spot and darted to make sure nothing seemed out of ordinary around the kitchen. 
He crouched behind the counter and motioned for you to join him, signalling you to keep quiet as the two of you stayed there in silence. You could hear the tiny giggles leaving his lips as the person entered the kitchen before doing whatever they needed to do - you tried to peek but Jimin tugged on your shirt to keep you still.
It was only when you informed him that the other person had left and that you could no longer hear their footsteps did he spring up from his hiding spot laughing. His joy, so endearing and wholesome that it made you crack a small smile though you could feel doubt starting to rise anew at the back of your mind.  
It scared you, how much you had started to like living with them. 
Nothing good ever lasts and all this… happiness?
Could you say that was what you were feeling? 
How long will it last this time?
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purpleyoonn · 2 years
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mean kitty, soft kitty
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Summary: Your injured form was the last thing Jin had expected when waking up one morning. But after healing you, and watching you leave, he wished he would wake up to you again, if only to see if you were okay. The rest of his home felt the same way, and when a storm comes, it brings you back to the men who made you feel safe.
Genre: hybrid au, bts au, polyamory relationship, bts x reader
Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader
Word Count: 6.4k
Warnings: mentions of past abuse, past trauma, mentions of heat, mentions of knot, smut, 
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The morning air was crisp when Jin woke up, untangling himself from Taehyung who had somehow turned over and nearly suffocated him in his sleep. Making his way out of the rom and into the kitchen, he began making breakfast for the rest of his boys. Before he could start cracking the eggs into the pan, he heard a small whimper, the window above the sink open slightly to let the cool air into the house.
Jin thought he was hearing things at first, but when he heard it again, he rushed outside, looking around for the source of the pained whimper. When he couldn’t find anything, even after walking around the outside of the house multiple times, he began his trek back inside only to hear it again.
You were curled against one of the side beams, almost hidden against the brown cabin walls with your fur, matted and mangled with what looks like hints of blood around your tail. Despite your whimpers of pain, you wouldn’t let the man near you, no matter if he smelled good or not.
You watched as he moved forward, hands raised to try and get closer but every time he did, you hissed at him. You had your fair share of human treatment and wanted nothing to do with it. You watched the pretty man turn back around before hearing the door shut again, hoping that he would leave you alone.
But to your dismay and disgruntlement, he returned with a bowl and a cloth, not caring now if you hissed at him or not. He moved forward, sitting only a foot away from you now, and looked pained at the sight of you.
Noticing his movement, you went to hiss at him again but was too slow, his hand now scratching behind your ears making you let out slight involuntary purrs, your chest rumbling ins pure pleasure at being pet.
Jin watched as you slowly unraveled right before his eyes, your mean demeanor quickly becoming soft kitty behavior.  
“See, you’re not a bad kitty. You just needed your ear scratched before falling far me, huh?” His words had you huffing, trying to move away from the confident human. The man just tutted at you, shaking his head at your act.
The man waited a couple more minutes for you to feel comfortable with him, despite your outward grumbling and huffing, before he started for your tail. You let out another hiss before he was scolding you.
“Oh, hush you big fluff ball, I need to get a look at the wounds on your tail. You don’t want to lose your tail now, do you?” Your eyes widened at the man’s words, hesitation clear in your eyes. You didn’t want to lose your tail, but you also still didn’t trust this human, even if he smells good and gives good head scratches.
Turning your nose away from him, you curl around yourself even more. You had been lied to before, had heard promises of good things and hope, until it all came crashing down, time and time again.
Jin’s heart breaks a little at your actions, your mistrust in him evident. He wonders if a human is the reason for your current injuries, wonders if they are to blame for your pain. Reaching forward again, he stops when he hears a pair of giggles from the bedroom, his two youngest mates clearly waking up.
Noticing your ears twitch at the sound of his youngest loves, he smiles at your curiosity.
“My youngest mates are always giggling, especially when with each other.” You move your head slightly towards the man, his words catching your attention. 
“Jungkookie is a bunny and he loves affection. Any chance he gets he will lay over me like a blanket. I swear that boy loves to watch me struggle!”
Your nose twitches as he talks about his mates, how the tiger hybrid needs to cuddle something to fall asleep, how the fox hybrid may act like a tease but is really a baby who loves praise and forehead kisses. His oldest mate, however, reminds him of you.
“Yoongi was such a mean little kitty when I found him. He hissed at me just like you did. The mean kitty almost bit me too!” You listened as the man spoke about his hybrids, not even realizing how the man held your tail, bandaging it and then also bandaging the newfound wound on your side, his hand wrapping a gauze around your middle.
“But he is really just a soft baby, I tell you. A hand in his hair and you have him wrapped around your finger.” Just like you, he thought, seeing you nudge at his head for more pets once you realized he had removed his hands from you.
The giggling coming from in the house had grown louder, movement coming from within the kitchen as they seemed to look for him. He knew it was only a matter of time before they started to call for him, their voices growing louder until the front door slammed open.
Turning around to scold his young mates, he went to move back to make sure you were okay when he noticed you were gone. The sound of the door slamming open had scared you, your heart stammering in your chest at the sound of others coming to where you and the man were.
Jin sighed out; he was hoping to get you comfortable enough for him to bring you inside, to take care of you further and make sure your wounds wouldn’t get infected. He knew that Jungkook and Taehyung had scared you off, even if it was unknowingly.
“What’s that smell hyung? It smells like lavender and eucalyptus. It smells so good!” Jungkook asked, nose scrunching up in happiness as the smell wrapped itself around him.
“Was there another hybrid near here?” Taehyung asked, moving closer and resting a hand on his eldest mate’s broad shoulder.
Jin nodded his head, scanning the surrounding trees in search of any sight of you, his shoulders dropping once he couldn’t see you. Standing up with the help of Taehyung, he turned back around, bowl and the rest of the gauze in hand, completely unaware of your eyes watching the entire time.
The man confused you. He had been different than every other human you had come into contact with. Human were mean and selfish, taking everything for granted with a swipe of their hand. They would pillage and wound, no care in the world that hybrids like you had souls; had emotions and felt pain.
You couldn’t understand how or why the man cared for you, had bandaged your wounds like he truly wished for you to be better. You felt kind of bad with how you treated the kind human. Hissing at him when all he wanted was to help you.
Over the next couple weeks, your guilt of leaving before giving thanks to the kind human had gotten to you. While the forest was vast, filled with many different animals and plants, the laughter surrounding the human’s home was prominent, could be heard from probably miles away. It had you coming back multiple times, often leaving nice flowers or pretty, smooth rocks you had found on the porch of the house for the nice human.
You would even bring some of the pretty trinkets you had found over the years, the pile within your nest soon becoming smaller as you tried to show the human your kindness and appreciation. You had really hoped that he liked the things you brought for him.
It was morning time when you usually brought out the gifts for him, sunlight barely encroaching through the trees when you moved through the grass, trying not to be seen or heard as you held the small sunflower in your mouth. 
Sunflowers didn’t usually grow in your part of the forest, and it was a nice surprise to see one so close to your nest. You had thought it would make the tall man smile, so you plucked one with your teeth and made the trek to the human’s cabin.
Slowly climbing up the steps to the front door, you noticed a bowl of milk and a plate with some meat on it, laid where you usually placed the gifts. You understood immediately that the food was for you but were nervous to take it. What if it was a trick? What if the human’s mates didn’t like the gifts you were bringing for him?
Frozen, you began to take steps backwards, flower now dropped on the floor as you began to retreat. When you were about to go back down the stairs, you heard the door open.
“Wait! Please wait.” The voice was soft, and made you want to listen to his every word. Slowly, you turned around, hunching down low to the ground so as to not threaten the man.
The man who stopped you is large, his chest almost bulging against the t-shirt he was wearing. He appeared as tall as your human, if not taller. When he smiled down at you, two dimples appeared in his cheeks, making you want to nudge them with your nose.
Raising his hands up in the air, Namjoon lowered himself to the ground slowly, trying his hardest not to scare you. Jin had told him you were skittish, scared of humans it seemed. Sitting down on the floor behind the food, he watched your form.
“Please don’t be scared of me. I just wanted to talk to you.” The man’s voice was so soothing, full of hope as you laid down where you were, your eyes flickering from him to the flower only a couple of feet away from him. Namjoon took that as a good sign.
“My partner has spoken highly of the cute little kitten he bandaged up. Has put all of the gifts you have brought him on a shelf in our living room. He cares for you a lot and has made all of us curious about you as well.” The man’s voice was calm, and you could tell he held a lot of love for his pack.
The way he held himself made you think he was the alpha, even if you could sense he was human. However, he played with his hands in a way that made you think he was nervous about something. You could only think it was you making him nervous, something you would have never expected coming from a human.
“I promise we did nothing to the food. In fact, Jimin was very particular about what food to leave out for you. He wanted to make sure it was something you would eat.” Jimin, you remembered that name, the fox, you think.
“It would mean a lot to my pack and I, especially Jin and Jimin, if you ate some of the food. Think of it as our own gifts to you.” Namjoon hummed, trying to show you that he and his family meant absolutely no harm to you. His hybrids, in fact, were so sure that you were also a mate to them, your scent so enticing to them that they often searched the forest for you, wanting to bring you back to nest, to make their own home smell like you.
You couldn’t possibly understand what you did for the humans to want to give you gifts, but your hunger and thirst took over and you made your way to the bowl and plate resting in front of you. You kept your eyes on the large man the entire time, making sure it wasn’t a trick and that he wouldn’t take the food from you.
Once you were done, you nudged the flower forward, pressing your nose against the man’s lower leg for a second before turning around and bolting from the porch, back to the edge of the forest where you hid within the tall grass, out of sight from the man who held your flower, a dimple smile on his lips as he looks down at his very own gift.
-*-*-
Over the next couple days, you had gone to leave more gifts, only to find the same bowl and plate of food, each morning holding more and more food for you. Sometimes little notes would be left by the plate, ignored by you because you couldn’t read. However, you didn’t want them to feel bad, so you would sometimes dip your paw in the mud by the first step and would press your print onto the bottom of the paper; an acknowledgement only you could give.
This morning, you were so used to being the only one outside, that you didn’t look up when you were crawling your way to the door. There were two hybrids waiting for you, the bunny and the fox. They held something in their hands, the normal bowl and plate by their legs as they sat leaning against the wall of their cabin.
They appeared to be waiting for you, their eyes lighting up when they noticed your head popping up as you moved up the steps. Their smiles enlarging as they noticed the bundle of flowers in your mouth. Once you saw them, you froze, eyes wide as you realized you had been caught once again.
“Hello little kitten. My name is Jimin and this bunny here is Jungkook.” The fox started, his voice light and soft as he spoke.
By his scent you could tell he was an omega, the sweet peaches and cream unknowingly helping you to relax, as well as the other omega’s soft apple scent. You didn’t know if they were pushing out their scent to help calm you, but that’s exactly what was happening.
You were subconsciously moving closer to them, trying to get more of their scent, causing them to smile and push their scent out even more. They were glad they were able to make you feel so safe and calm. 
Jungkook was practically bouncing in his seat, wanting to scent you and have you scent him. He had been thinking about your lavender since he first smelt you that morning and has been wishing to see you again since then.
Jimin felt the same way, maybe even a little more. He just wanted to keep you under him in the nest, make sure no one could even find a way to harm you. His protective instincts were in overdrive once he had heard from Jin what had happened while he was sleeping. He had never felt this way before, even with his mates.
“We uh, we heard that a storm was coming and got worried. None of us know where you are staying or, or if you are able to stay warm and we made something for you. Well, Jin did.” The bunny, Jungkook, holds out the bundle in his arms, a knitted blanket made by Jin a couple of days ago when they first heard about the nearby storm.
Jin and Namjoon had become worried about you almost immediately, with Namjoon even enlisting the help of the younger ones to find your nest to see if it would withstand the storm and keep you safe and warm. When they couldn’t find it, your scent littered everywhere around their home, they became frantic.
Jin had spent almost three days knitting and reknitting the blanket for you, trying to make it perfect for his kitten. Over the months you had been leaving little gifts for Jin, and then for Namjoon, you had won over the hearts of the entire household. Yoongi especially was curious about the mean but soft kitty who reminded Jin of himself.
Jungkook and Jimin had won rock-paper-scissors to be able to visit with you this morning, try and convince you to join them in the house. Unfortunately, their words didn’t work, the blanket draped over your back along with the sweater that had been scented by everyone in the house for your nest, courtesy of Yoongi (even if the cat would ever deny his involvement), as you made your way back to the tree hole your nest resided in.
That night, you curled up against your nest, the new items incorporated nicely against where your head lays. The sweatshirt was your favorite, you decide. The scents left you feeling so relaxed and safe, enough so that you wish you had the real things to nest with. You wondered how nesting with them would be like, even if you had only met four of the pack members.
You had wanted to accept their offer, the warmth they gave you just by smiling down at you was something you hadn’t experienced before. You actually wanted to shift, wanted to be embraced by them and scented. You wanted to experience everything they had to offer.
The storm was expected to be the worst one the region had seen in years. Once it started, well even before it started, Jin stood by the window in the living room that overlooked the front porch, hoping for even a glance that you had changed your mind.
Not the first nor second day of the storm did they see you. They continued with leaving out the milk and food for you, but each time they went to fetch it, they were still full. This worried the men, knowing that food was going to be very hard to come by in this storm.
When you had woken up the third morning, you were soaked. The tree you resided in had broken in half due to the raging winds, knocking down a few trees neighboring your own. You knew you couldn’t stay there any longer but didn’t know where else in the forest you could go. You knew the two hybrids, and probably the rest of their pack, had opened up their home to you, but you were still scared, still had some doubts in your mind about them.
But it didn’t seem you had another choice. You just hoped their offer still stood. Grabbing the things you could, you made your way to their home. It had taken you longer than you had hoped, having to maneuver your way around the damage the wind had caused. You had even almost been blown away a couple of times yourself. But after what you guessed was hours, you finally made it to their porch, dragging yourself through the grass.
Jin had seen you coming, had yelled at everyone in the home to get things ready for you; a hot bath, warm towels, even Jimin was remaking the nest for you to climb in when all clean. The door opening had scared you a little, but once you had seen Jin running for you, you relaxed, letting him pick you up in his warm embrace.
Jin had rushed you inside, down a couple hallways until you reached a steam filled bathroom. Setting you down on the counter, he tried to pull away the items you still had your teeth sunk into to keep hold of them.
“Pretty girl, you need to let go if you want these to get clean and dry.” You still refused to let them go, not wanting the washer to take away the scents embedded in the cloth. The items you grabbed happened to be the blanket and sweatshirt that Jimin and Jungkook had given you, making Jin smile wide.  
“Sweetheart, if you are worried about the scent, I can have the boys re-scent your things, okay?” If you were in your human form, you knew you would be blushing big time at being caught. Letting go of the items, Jin headed to the door, handing them off to someone waiting outside before closing the door behind him.
“Now, let’s get you in the bath and all cleaned off, okay? Afterwards, I know some excited babies who are waiting to cuddle with you and help you get warm.” You just look at him, not wanting to let him know how excited you are at the prospect of being cuddled by the hybrids you knew he was talking about.
Picking you up gently, he brought you over to the large tub, filled only a couple inches with warm water, enough to clean you. Jin was very gentle with you, scratching at your fur and running his fingers through it to unknot it. You relaxed into his touch, even purring at one point causing him to smile again.
“You’re such a good kitty. Your fur is so soft now, I bet everyone’s gonna want to pet you.” His words have your purring even more, his praise making your heart melt.
Once you are all clean to Jin’s standards, he brings you out of the bath, wrapping a soft towel around your body and carries you out the door back into what you assumed was the living room.
The first thing you noticed was a thumping Jungkook in the entryway, his sight set down the hallway where you were coming from. Once he caught sight of you, his thumping got faster to the point where he was almost jumping on his feet. He had won the game again and got to be the first one to hold you, and consequently help dry your fur off.
You noticed, that despite his extreme excitement, he was very gently with you, making sure he wasn’t hurting you in any way. He was careful with you and held you close to him as he dried you off, scratching behind your ears and down your back.
The sound of your purring had gotten louder the longer Jungkook held you, Taehyung and Jimin noticed. They were jealous that the younger had won the game, but this meant that they got to nest with you instead, so, Taehyung thought, who was the real winner here.
Begrudgingly, Jungkook let go of you when Jin came back in, letting you know your things were in the dryer, and that dinner was ready. He brought you into the living room and sat you on his lap as he fed you off his plate. 
The meat was so good, you were almost licking at Jin’s fingers, wanting to get more of the delicious taste on your tongue. (When Jin had later mentioned your actions to Yoongi, the poor cat was blushing, hiding his face in his older mate’s shoulders)  
Once dinner was done, Jimin and Taehyung were practically bursting at the seams, ready to take you into Jimin’s nest and cuddle with you. They had been waiting all night, pouting at any of their mates that would look their way. Even you had noticed their actions but couldn’t say anything to express your confusion.
Taking you from Jin’s arms, Taehyung had started running down the hallway into the nest room, ignoring Jin and Hoseok’s yells of concern and discipline. Jimin rushed after the younger, ready to incorporate your scent into his nest.
You were in awe of the room, having never seen a nest so big before. The entire room was drenched in the pack’s scent, your body almost instantly relaxing once again at the feeling of safety that wrapped around you.
A small rumble sounded from your chest, the sound of approval causing the two hybrids to smile at each other before climbing into the nest. The two shifted quickly, their clothes abandoned on the edge of the nest as their animal forms curled around you. The tiger’s large form almost completely covering you and Jimin, his tail moving to hold you close to his side.
Sleep was pretty much guaranteed when in the situation you were in, wrapped in warmth and covered in sweet peaches and chocolate.
-*-*-
The sound of the roaring thunder had woken you up from your sweet slumber. Stretching out, you accidently kicked the edge of the bed, causing you to sit up. You had somehow shifted back to your human form in your sleep, your naked form slightly trapped between the still sleeping fox and tiger hybrids and now joined by a sleeping bunny. 
Covering your chest, you looked around for something to wear, only to find the familiar sweatshirt resting on the edge of the nest. Reaching forward, you almost squeal in happiness when you realize it had been re-scented.
Pulling the garment over your head, you feel the purrs rumbling in your chest at the feeling of the soft material against your body. It takes you a little while, but you manage to wiggle out of the tiger’s hold before climbing out of the nest and making your way to the door, but not before grabbing the blanket Jin had knitted for you.
Your feet make little pitter-patter sounds as you try to make your way to the living room, where you had heard some voices coming from. The same pitter-patter is what alerted the four men of your presence, Hoseok moving to get you a mug of the hot chocolate Yoongi had made only moments ago.
Entering the living room, you notice the four men still awake, drinking from some cups as they sat in front of the fireplace. You subconsciously tugged down the sweater, trying to cover yourself even if the garment went past your knees.
Turning around expecting to see their small kitten, they were shocked to see you standing there, wearing Yoongi’s gifted hoodie that they had all scented again for you. Namjoon’s jaw had even dropped a little, stunned by your appearance.
“Hello pretty girl.” Hoseok had walked back out of the kitchen, breaking the awkward silken that ensued in his absence. He was still stunned by your human form but knew better than to ogle at you when you were so clearly uncomfortable. Handing you the warm mug, he smiled at you before making the bold move to kiss your forehead.
“It’s hot chocolate little one. Yoongi made it with extra love.” Hoseok winked at you, smile on his face before moving back to his spot by the fire, patting the spot next to him. Blanket still in your hold, you sit down next to the man who had yet to introduce himself and covered your lower half in the blanket.
Watching everyone else take a sip from their mugs, you deemed the drink safe, taking a small sip from the warm liquid. You were immediately shocked by the taste, moving to drink more only to burn your tongue in the process.
“Careful little one. It’s called hot chocolate for a reason.” The man next to you scolded you a little, before taking the mug from your hands and placing it on the ground by your feet.
“Hoseok, don’t just scold her, go get her some water!” Jin scolded back from across from you, his back resting against Namjoon’s large form, his arms wrapped around Jin’s waist.
The man you now knew as Hoseok had just laughed before moving to get you a cup of water from the kitchen. This meant that the man sitting on the couch who made the hot drink was Yoongi, the cat who you reminded Jin of. You watched him as he rested his head back against the cushion, eyes closed as he sat there.
You were moved out of your observing by a nudge to your arm, Hoseok sitting next to you again with a smile to his lips, water in hand. You blush a little, looking down as you grab the cup from him. You didn’t notice Yoongi’s lips turning up into a smirk, nor did you notice the adoration in Namjoon’s gaze.
The entire household was wrapped around your fingers by morning, their gazes tracking your every movement, searching for any sign of distress or being uncomfortable. But they also watched as you smiled at certain things, Jungkook’s nose scrunch causing lots of cute expressions as you tried to mimic him.
The storm was still roaring outside, seemingly moving past as the thunder became softer. You had been given a pair of sweatpants and boxers from Jimin, with Jin promising to go into town once the storm was over and buy you some clothes.
You didn’t even realize that the offer to come inside their home was a permanent offer, one that they had hoped you would take. You had thought that you were just to stay inside until the storm was over, that you were lucky enough they allowed you to come inside during the storm. When Jin had offered to buy you clothes, you had hugged him so tight that he almost doubled over by the force of your embrace.
Later that night when everyone was laying in the nest, Jin had cried to Namjoon about your reaction, not understanding how the prospect of clothes had made you so happy. Namjoon almost didn’t want to tell him otherwise, fully understanding where your excitement had come from.
You had grown attached to the seven men who saved you. You had felt the indescribable bond with them, that made you feel safe and comforted. You didn’t understand it, but you embraced it. If you had to describe it, you would say it felt like Jin’s warm hug as Jungkook laughed and ran around the room away from Hoseok, the older human holding up a wooden spoon as he chased.
It felt like Jimin’s smile, his body falling onto the floor as he laughed at some joke Taehyung had told him. The way Yoongi always made sure you had enough meat on your plate to satisfy your cravings. The way Namjoon’s large frame would cover your own, keep you safe from the past demons ruining your dreams as he held you close to his chest.
It felt like home.
-*-*-
It was getting closer to wintertime, meaning your heat was fast approaching. You hadn’t told the boys about it but knew they had probably guessed already.
You had spent the past couple of days nesting, moving around your nest in the room you shared with Jungkook. You had built and broken it down a couple of times, not seeming to get it perfect enough. You had practically emptied out the boys’ closets, needing to incorporate their scent into your nest as much as you could.
Your scent had even gotten sweeter, lavender completely overtaking the eucalyptus. It frequently had the boys moving closer to you, scenting you and laying you under their bodies, their instincts screaming at them to protect and provide.
Yoongi and Taehyung especially were acting out, covering you with their bodies and not allowing anyone but Jin near you. Their feline instincts were telling them to breed and mate you, to fill you with their kittens.
When the first stage of your heat started, your entire body was filled with cramps, the touch of one of the boys being the only thing that seemed to soothe your body, to soothe the ache of absence you felt in your core. This meant that you always had one of the boys in your nest with you, Yoongi being especially possessive as your biology’s were the closest out of the three feline hybrids.
Yoongi was by your side most of the night, rubbing circles into your back as you curled closer to him. The hybrid could tell by your scent that your first stage was breaking, meaning the second would be starting soon. He could feel the heat pooling under your skin, could hear your soft moans as he massaged the skin close to your core. His chest was rumbling with pride, his alpha self proud at the fact that he was taking care of his mate.
The door opened, Jin’s head peeking through the opening in the door. Your sleeping form only stirred a little at the presence of another mate. You had finally fallen asleep when your body stopped aching, sleep much needed for the upcoming activity you were about to receive.
You had always gotten hazy and disoriented when in heat, unable to remember most of it as you would go in and out of your headspace. So, when your body finally adjusted to the heat under your skin, you couldn’t hold back your inner desires any longer.
“Alpha.” You whined, pulling Yoongi closer to you, hooking your leg over his hip and bringing him as close to you as you could.
“Alpha…it hurts.” Your whine physically hurt his soul, mind pushing him to comfort and help his omega. Moving you underneath him, he begins to slowly remove your clothes, trying to keep as much physical contact with your skin as he could.          
“Don’t worry my omega, your alpha will take care of you. Alpha will knot his baby, mark up your skin like I know you want.” His words help a lot, your chest purring at his assurance.
“Alpha’s gonna take such good care of you ‘mega.” You both were naked, your hand reaching for him, for any kind of relief. You whined again, mind unable to form any sentences in your current state, only broken speech. He was prepping you, fingers thrusting in and out of your core, stretching you open for his knot.
“Alpha, knot.” You reach for his dick, trying to bring him to where you need him only for him to chuckle in your ear, whispering something about you being greedy before giving you what you asked for.
Your mind goes hazy as he slowly enters you, your walls squeezing him as he moves in and out. The pleasure is almost too much for him, his dick quick to begin swelling at his base. He moves quick, needing to bring you pleasure before he could even think of reaching his own.
This was about you, about your own pleasure.
The next couple hours were a blur to you, the feeling of pleasure so intense. When you come back to, it was Hoseok thrusting in and out of you, his hold on your hips bruising as you presented for him. Your moans were loud, but his growls were louder. He didn’t have a knot, but that didn’t stop him from bringing you to the peak of pleasure, cumming around him as he emptied his seed into your womb.
Your screams were drowned out by his lips, tongue fighting against yours as he licked into your mouth. Even though you just came down, your body was quickly heating back up, your body arching more as you cried out for Hoseok.
When you came to again, it was Jungkook sating you, his bunny biology able to keep up with your heat. It was decided early on that he would be the one to help you the most, even if the omega couldn’t knot you, his thrusts made you dumb as you laid there, eyes open and drool leaking down your chin as he pushed your head into the pillow, making you arch your back to get a deeper thrust.
 When your heat broke, the haze slowly disappeared as you laid against Jungkook’s chest, Yoongi behind you with his knot still locked inside your core. His hands were rubbing up and down your hips while Jungkook massaged your back. They could both tell by your scent that you were finally out of your heat.
“Hey pretty girl.” Yoongi whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your naked shoulder, his mark sitting proudly against your skin. You just purred in response, not coherent enough to form words yet.
A knock sounded at the door, Jin opening it while Jimin carried a tray of water and fruit. Their smiles brightened at the sight of you aware, your own smile growing to match theirs as they moved closer.
 “Hello darling. It’s good to see you like this but you need to eat and drink something. Jiminie here even made the tray, just for you.” Jin brushed the hair away from your face, Jimin setting up the tray on the bed with a growing blush settling against his features.
As Jin opened one of the water bottles, Yoongi’s knot finally went down, pulling out of you before moving to grab a wet rag to clean you up with. You whine only a little bit before Jin shushes you, Jungkook helping to sit you up while Jin brings the bottle to your lips.
Helping you to drink, Jin coos softly, praising you for doing so well during your heat. “Such a good girl for her mates. You took all of us so well. Did so good for us, baby.” You blushed under the praise, moving your face to hide in Jungkook’s neck. His laughter made you even more red, his hold becoming tighter around your waist.
When you were dressed in Yoongi’s clothes, you laid against the couch cushions in the living room, Namjoon’s arm around you as he anchored you to him. Your body was aching, legs and hips tights as your muscles adjusted. Noticing your discomfort, Taehyung moved over, adjusting you do you were laying your legs on his lap as he began to rub at your muscles.
Namjoon followed suit, rubbing away the knots in your hips as you relaxed into the touch of your mates. While you rested on the couch, you listened to your other mates moving around in the kitchen, Jin deciding it was a good time to make a big meal, “to help replenish energy” as he put it. He had enlisted the help of everyone he could, but past incidents left Namjoon and Taehyung excluded.
Neither of the boys were complaining though, as this meant they got to spend more time with you. Loud laughter from Jungkook could be heard, followed by the scolding voice of Yoongi. Namjoon’s chest moving as he tries not to laugh at the scenario playing out in the kitchen. He has a feeling Jin and Yoongi are gonna kick everyone out soon.
Nothing else mattered to you though, the sound of Jungkook’s laughter being the best part of your memories, the sound of pure happiness. It was the sound you imagined whenever you were down or being drained by your past. You knew that, as soon as Jungkook began laughing, everything would be right in the world.
And you were glad that the sound of Jungkook laughing was the first thing you had heard that morning before Jin found you, otherwise, you don’t know where you would be.
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𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 | ksj
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siberian chipmunk! hybrid! x non-idol! seokjin
> It’s a normal day for you in your small cubicle, that is until Kim Seokjin walks through the door and nothing is the same as it was.
Warnings: angst, lil fluff , flashback, cursing , insults, we learn more ab mc past, i didnt mean to make it angsty but we’re here so
A/N: my luvs! thanks for reading my brain garbage and expect more things soon! if you didn’t know, this is a continuation of 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, check out the oneshot first before reading this! i hope you like the little chapter. Enjoy! 💗
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“Y/n dear… You need to eat something..” You hear Mrs. Shin call for you at the opened door on the side of your enclosure. You ignore her and hide inside your spinning wheel, fluffy tail curled around your body to try to warm your smaller than average body.
“Y/n… You know what will happen if you don’t eat something. I’ll have to call Dr. Keele to give you injections.. I know you hate it when he does that but its for your own good.” She nearly begs to the stubborn hybrid but you pay her no mind. Completely content to just waste away in your little glass box.
She sighs and puts your bowl of various nuts in your cubicle and steps away. She gives you another pitiful look and closes your door. Locking you inside your prison.
•••
You hear chatter about a new visitor from the hybrids around- your hearing ten times better than most hybrids. You dont get your hopes up, knowing that you will not be adopted and you will refuse if offered.
You have no desire to be adopted. Humans are not nice and you don’t trust them , not even a little bit.
There’s only very two humans that you don’t mind; Mrs. Shin and Dr. Wang.
It took you awhile to trust them.
Alot of failed attempts at getting you to open up and trust them; time, patience, a whole fuck ton of effort but sometimes, you just don’t budge.
Its a great trait to have as a hybrid these days but by far the most dangerous. Your tongue had gotten you in much trouble. Countless threats of forcing you to stay quiet and obedient, many graphic threats that you wont mention for the sake of your sanity. Another one of the many reasons you stay in your animal form, less the chance of slip ups. And you can shit talk as much as you want.
It allows you some twisted taste of freedom.
Your annoying thoughts tire you out so you decide to curl up in your small, messy nest in the corner with some old raggedy shirts Mrs. Shin had given you years ago. You wont complain, its just enough for you and no matter how old or small, it does bring you comfort.
You find a comfortable position, body curled in on itself in fetal position, another subconscious protection mechanism you’ve picked up on.
You hope one day you can feel safe enough. Maybe.
•••
“Can I ask why -“
Your short nap is rudely interrupted, leaving a fowl taste in your mouth and you catch yourself wanting to curse at the rude guest. How dare they interrupt your sleep.
No matter how hard you try to go back to sleep by holding your small paws to your ears, all attempts are futile. Curse your great hearing.
You stand up and stretch your stiff body, squealing as you almost tumble over from your wonky and disoriented figure. You continue to still ignore the voices that you know are much closer to you now, hoping they move on and you can find solstice in your own company once again. However, your ears can’t help but snap up when you hear a very vaguely familiar voice, one you can’t remember where you’ve heard it from before but you know you have.
Your eyes snap up and you freeze once you see the stranger in front of your cubicle.
There’s no way..
You know him. Well not know him but youve seen him before.
You’ve met him before. A very long time ago.
A time that you’ve forced yourself to forget about, the old pain still feels fresh to your old wounds.
•••
Sixteen years ago;
“Y/n!! You’re going too far! Dad will murder us!” You hear the ten year old little girl yell out from behind you, the sound of her giggles and small running feet follow her in her hurry to catch up with the energetic chipmunk hybrid. You can’t help but giggle at her red cheeks and heavy pants.
“Unnie, you’re so boring!! He won’t know if we’re sneaky enough!”
You give the girl a mischievous smile as you make your way to the rocky cliff that borders right outside of their property, becoming bored with just foraging. The area you’ve been warned about numerous times, being rumored to be too dangerous but you didn’t listen.
Of course you’re only a kid, just freshly eight years old and you pay no mind to the warnings.
You make way towards the rocky cliff, stepping over rocks and steep hills, feeling pleased as you both make it to the top, taking in the gorgeous view that is portrayed in front of you, in complete awe.
“Y-Y/n-ah, I don’t think its very safe out here.” You hear your unnies shaky voice behind you, the scent of her fear and nervousness clog the air, burning your nostrils and you cant help but find yourself on her side, under her arm. You give her a tight hug and give her a small smile. She gulps but meets your eye.
“Nothing is going to happen, unnie.. Ill protect you!!” You give her a cheesy smile, flashing her your ‘guns’ and you puff your chest out, attempting to look even a little intimidating. She lets out a breath, chuckling at your dorky actions and takes a deep breath in and close her eyes. You didn’t know then but she was trying to calm her nerves; wanting to at least please you by following in your wild ideas. She’ll make sure you’re okay and you don’t hurt yourself. You never listen when you’re determined to do something so she might as well indulge.
Even though she feels like her heart can burst, the height from the cliff to the lake under her makes her queasy and a bit nauseous. She’d endure it though. Anything to make you happy.
You watch her shoulders relax, even if its just a little and you feel like you won a trophy. You give her a little headbut, rubbing her cheek with yours as you let out little chirps- making sure she knows you’re proud of her for being so brave.
You jump out of her arms, excitement in your veins as you step up to the edge of the cliff and plop onto your behind, feel dangling off the edge and you watch as your unnie follows you, but not quite sitting on the ledge like you are. Shes perfectly content sitting behind you, far enough from the daunting ledge.
You both sit outside, taking in the nice breeze that flows in the air and listening to the sound of the frogs that are nearby. You can hear a bird family behind you, you assume a mother bird feeding her children as you hear the sound of eager chirps of baby birds. You love days like these.
You find the small rocks around you, finding one and chunking it into the water below you; making it a game with how loud you could make it and how far you could throw it. Your unnie eventually playing along as you both make it a competition.
Giggles and laughter echo through the forest. The air getting colder as the sun goes down. You both are in awe at the pretty sunset, such a site to see in this particular location.
“Wow. So pretty.” You both marvel at the same time, erupting in simultaneous giggles as you hold onto each-other.
“Hey Y/n, .. I’m glad we adopted you…” Your unnie says, adoration dripping off her words. You preen , you love when your unnie says such sweet things to you. Her words are law in your mind, you’d do anything for her. How could you not when she practically raised you , taken care of you, loved you like any sister should- genetics not a thing that she cares about. She just loves you as her family. You cant help but feel a but sensitive at her words, jumping into her outreached arms- her knowing you more than you know yourself as she waits for you to fall into her arms
“Wahhh! You’re the best unnie, i don’t know what Id do without you.”
“You’d probably drive our parents insane with your whining and messiness.” She says with a playful and teasing tone to her voice. You gasp, highly offended as you raise your hand up, ready to unleash your small claws. She laughs at your irritated form, highly pleased at how easy you are to rile up. She chuckles and wipes the imaginary tears away from the corner of her eyes. She slightly chuckles as she ruffles your hair, causing more whines and protest to fall from your mouth as she stands up on her legs, wiping the dirt away from her pants.
“Lets go back home before we get in trouble, we’ve already been gone too long.” She lends a hand out to you, and you huff as you take it, letting her help you up but she does it with much more force than needed and you go flying forwards.
You cry out as your unnie burst out into giggles- again. You scowl at her blatant ability to be able get on your nerves so easily. You cross your arms and make your way back to your house, mildly annoyed as you ignore your unnie’s cries of ‘wait up!’. You don’t wait up, ignoring her yells and scurrying feet as you make your way down the slightly slippery rocks. You don’t make it very far until you hear a loud ‘thud’ behind you and an even louder scream of pain.
You stop instantly, instincts kicking is as you turn around and you see your unnie laying on one of the big rocks, clutching ahold of her ankle and jaw, blood pours from her nose and her busted knee has blood seeping through her jeans. You loudly gasp and make your way to your unnie, tears forming in your eyes as you see her pained state. Tears stream down her face, crying and breathing heavily.
“Unnie!! Oh crap! Are you okay! “ You try to help move her but she cries out as she puts pressure on her ankle and more tears come flooding out. You feel panic and guilt start to crawl up your throat. With one goal in mind, you squat in front of her.
“Get on my back, I’ll save you!” You yell out, your nerves are shaking after seeing all the blood and you try your best to stay calm. You have to help her.
She doesn’t hesitate and listens to you, crying at the pain but tries her best to get through it. Once you adjust her on your small form, you speed walk your way back home, easily able to dodge boulders and rocks due to your hybrid genetics. You make the lengthy walk back to the house in due time, being mindful not to jostle around too much, you don’t want to make her pain worst.
You finally make it to the back yard and you feel relief as you see the house in your eye sight. You dont notice the new car in the driveway, youre only focused on finding your owners and getting your unnie help.
You inside the house, cries of surprise ring out through the living room but soon turn to fear as the huge amount of blood and your crying unnie on your back.
“Oh my god! Honey, what happened!?!” You see you owner, Mrs. Jeong cry out at the state of her daughter and you see Mr. Jeong instantly runs towards you, practically snatching his daughter of your back, panic and anger present on his face as he takes in the blood on his daughters nose, shirt, and his pants. He scowl at you and he practically growls as you try to get closer. You’re stunned at his demeanor , used to his dislike for you but he looks like he wants to kill you right now
“What did you do to her, you animal!!” He yells out in worry and fury, eyes accusingly staring at you as he cradles his daughter to his chest. Mrs. Jeong gasps at her husbands tone, a frown etched on her face.
“Taeju!! Dont assume things like that! She’s just a kid! We need to help our daughter so instead of pointing fingers we need to take her to the E.R! Now!”
Mr. Jeong looks like he wants to put up a fight but he chooses to shut his mouth as he hears his whimpering daughter tell him to leave you alone. He meets your gaze and you instincts instantly shutter inside of you and you feel the hairs stick up on the back of your neck.
“Ill deal with you later…. Lets go.” He gestures to his wife, the whole ordeal make him completely forget about the guests that reside inside of his living room. He looks to his wife, gesturing with his eyes to take ahold of his daughter and a quick demand of taking her to the car. His wife obediently listens and grabs her daughter. Mr. Jeong turns to his guests before giving a shallow bow.
“I’m sorry this meeting will have to be cut short for obvious reasons… Thanks for coming Mrs. and Mr. Kim…. And you too, young man. I will call you tomorrow to discuss things with you.”
You finally glance towards the other side of the room, surprised to see an older couple and a boy around your age or older. He seems to be quite a few inches taller than you, short dark brown hair cover his forehead , and dark brown eyes that seem way too cute to fit his wide stature. You meet his eyes and you can’t help but blush at the eye contact and you get a whiff of his smell. Hmm, he smells like the smell of citrus and sandalwood. Very nice you may add.
“ We understand Mr, Jeong. I hope your daughter is well and do let us know if you need anything.. I know our Jin was excited to play with your Jiso so we’ll have to raincheck.. Have safe travels sir.” Mr. Kim bows and his family follow alongside him. Them also bidding their farewells and sending safe recoveries. You meet the boys eyes once again. You blush at his gaze and you blush even harder as he gives you a small smile and a short wave. You shyly give him another wave, watching them go as they make their way outside. For some reason, you get a bad feeling in your stomach as you watch them go. Maybe its your nerves?
You jump as you feel a harsh grip on your shoulder, causing you to wince. You gulp as you hear Mr. Jeong clear his throat and you look up to see his unpleasant face.
“I expect your bags to be packed by the time we get back… If not you can kiss you belongings behind and leave without anything.” He says, almost with a deadly calm voice. You don’t know whats scary; this or his angry voice. You’d prefer neither.
Your heart drops and you instantly shake your head. Sobs coming up your throat as you realize his meaning.
“No.. No! Please, don’t send me back! Please, don’t make me leave Jiso-unnie! Please! I’ll be good, I promise!”
You become for frantic as the man ignores you completely, making his way outside- giving you no chance to plead for forgiveness. You knew he hated you and was waiting for an excuse to rid himself of you but you never thought he actually would.
Your heart shatters at the realization that you’re being stripped of your home. No Jiso, no comfy bed to sleep in, no sleeping in Jiso’s bedroom window, no playing outside with Jiso anymore , no more exploring, and no more freedom.
•••
Your standing in front of the glass, paw outstretched towards the human mans hand, a blast from the past stands in front of you - years later. The man , Seokjin, looks much different from when he was younger; broader shoulders but a more groan complexion yet he smells just the same. Safety and comfort .You’re in disbelief and awe at the complete coincidence and you’re trying to figure out if this is fate or not.
Maybe I can see Jiso again?
You cant help but feel some hope bubble to the surface, especially if you have a way to see your family again.
Is the universe finally on my side now?
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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year
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Outside of the fox
Chapter 9 of ? Maybe like 30 now
Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.
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You're barely through the door to the cottage by the time they call to offer you the junior receptionist position. You squeal in excitement, thrilled to have done something on your own merit.
"Good news I take it?" Namjoon peers over the back of the sofa in your direction.
Five men stare at you, waiting to hear about your triumph. Judging by how comfortable they look, it would appear they had surfaced from Jungkook's room some time ago. Even Hobi had made himself at home, it was eerie how he looked almost as if he belonged there. Yoongi and Hoseok took up the sofa closest to the kitchen, Jimin had curled himself into the armchair, and Jungkook lay spread across the other sofa his head in Namjoon's lap and his feet dangling over the arm.
"You are looking at a newly employed woman!" You exclaim, met with cheers from the men.
"That's great news Y/N, I knew you'd get it. You make a stellar first impression." Jimin comments.
"We all know that isn't true." You shake your head.
"I don't know, You made a fantastic impression on me Foxy." Hobi shrugs.
You ignore him, opting instead to kick off your shoes. There isn't anywhere left to sit so you find a place on the floor near the TV where you could still face them all. But before your bum touches the ground a strangled whine comes from Jungkook as he rushes into Namjoon's lap startling the bear. The taller man nearly drops the poor bunny completely unprepared for the movement. Everyone stares at the youngest confused.
"You shouldn't sit on the floor... it's cold." His ears pin back to his head.
It's clear this is his offer of peace, but it also seems as though he is surprised by his own decision to let you so close. However, you aren't going to turn down the chance to start making amends.
"Did I interrupt?" You gesture towards the TV, trying to get the focus away from Jungkook.
"Nah, not really, just started a movie." Yoongi answers.
"Oh right, well press play then. Then how about I order pizza to celebrate my new income!"
The men murmur in agreement and return their full attentions to the movie they had turned on.
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One movie turns into two, turns into three, turns into falling asleep one by one.
Hoseok excuses himself to go home but Yoongi won't let him leave. The jackal decides it would be unsafe for Hobi to drive home when he is this tired and offers him Jimin's room, much to the panda's annoyance until it's pointed out that he wasn't going to use it anyway.
Yoongi leaves next, carrying an already sleeping Jimin with him upstairs and into his and Namjoon's room.
Namjoon so obviously wants to retreat to a bed but Jungkook keeps him pinned in place, arms wrapped tightly around the bear. Still, his eyelids droop and his chin drops to his chest as sleep claims him.
You're moments away from waking him up to excuse yourself when you realise Jungkook isn't actually asleep. His big eyes are wide and focused intently on your face as if looking for hidden signs. Unlike the other day, he doesn't immediately look away when your gaze meets his. You take the chance to really look at the man. He has cute beauty marks dotted here and there, including one under his lip. His eyes are deeper than you would've thought possible. And he has the slightest hint of stubble playing around in patches on his chin.
"Thank you." He whispers, brow furrowed.
"For what?" You whisper back.
"For... for helping me get to the hospital."
"You don't have to thank me for that."
"But I want to... I struggle to feel safe like that..."
His hands are turning white from the grip he has on Namjoon's shirt. He looks so uncomfortable just trying to have a conversation with someone outside of his pack. It makes your heartache to see him have to try so hard for what should be an easy dialogue.
"We should go to bed." You change the subject.
You reach for the controller and see him flinch as your arm gets a little too close to him. The TV goes black and the room is plunged into darkness. Had you thought it through you might have turned on a lamp before you did that, but you can see in the dark, Jungkook evidently can not. Burnt sugar fills the room as his panic rises and Namjoon is immediately awake and alert. Jungkook buries his head into Namjoon's armpit, scrambling back from you.
"What's going on?" He asks looking at you for answers.
"I forgot to turn on the lamp before turning off the TV," you answer, rectifying the situation.
The light adds a dim glow to the room and Jungkook slightly uncurls himself
"Is that it," He mumbles rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The adrenaline wears off quickly and the older man is already yawning again. He strokes Jungkook's back, coaxing him into a better position.
"Come on Bunny, I think it's time to get you to bed."
The smell of burnt sugar lingers in your nose as you try to fall asleep that night. It makes you toss and turn as you try to think of some way to make Jungkook more comfortable with your presence in his home. The way he reacts to people isn't okay, but it isn't your business to help. So why does your heart ache so much, and why does it make you feel so helpless?
He lifts Jungkook as he stands up, supporting the shaking boy against his chest as he makes his way to Jungkook's room.
Author note
Ok so I've been so sick this week so this is a very small chapter unfortunately. Also, having looked at the original brief I had for this when it was only like 22 chapters long. All of this stuff should have finished by chapter 5.... So I just think this is going to be longer than we originally planned.<br />
Also also this one is a little angsty not really angsty just a little angsty. But the next chapter or chapters as it may turn out to be are going to be solstice/ Christmas themed which should be less angsty and more fluffy fingers crossed
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