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moonblssm · 4 years

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everyday job au | any member

listen to — Friday, I’m In Love by The Cure

、firefighter!stray kids

the youngest firefighter of the county

followed after his dad and older brother’s footsteps - he and his brother are in the same squadron; his dad is retired

the team’s dalmatian named otis is actually the family dog and likes him the most

he isn’t the best or worst at cooking, but his food is always praised because everyone thinks his effort is so cute

seven out of ten times they go on a call and after they save people and stop the actual fires, people from the surrounding area tend to crowd at the barrier to get a good look at him

he is part of the team that always gets hired for birthday parties and is the one that kids always cling to

always wraps his arms around the kids when he helps them spray water from the hose

you had actually met him because of this

you were new to the town, so you decided you should go out and walk your dog to take a look around the town

the next thing you know, a stream of water comes flying over the red firetruck parked in the driveway of the station and blasts you on the sidewalk

his head whips up when he hears little shouts from the other side of the truck

oh my gosh, i just sprayed someone with the hose

gently - but quickly - taking the hose from the birthday girl, he immediately turns off and drops the hose to run and check on what had happened

there, he finds you, drenched from head to toe, checking on the young husky at your side who had also gotten slightly wet from the hose - the pup had seemed happy instead of startled of the spray

oh my gosh, that someone is extremely adorable

you tell him you’re okay when he asks, gently grabbing you by the forearms to help you up

“oh my, i’m so sorry.”

something about the way the man in front of you gazes down into your eyes has you charmed, and you can’t help but nervously laugh when you object his offer to bring you into the station for a change of clothes

however, he insists, and before you know it, you’re sitting in the office in front of a heater with a towel wrapped around your shoulders

the heat contrasting from the cold water feels nice against your skin, and you snuggle further into it

you watch as he runs back outside to finish the party, heart melting when his legs are immediately attacked by the hugs of several toddlers

you’re still thinking about the way he picked up and spun around the birthday girl before putting her on his shoulders for the group picture when he walks back into the office with a big smile on his face

“how are you doing?”

you chuckle, wrapping the towel even tighter around yourself as he leans hinself on the doorframe of the office

he looks....undeniably attractive - with his casual uniform on, a gray tshirt tucked into navy cargo pants and black boots - and the way he gazes down at you makes you feel a little small

his wavy hair - though he told you he’d been at the station for 24 hours already - remains perfect, looking soft and fluffy despite the fact that he may not have showered for a while

“still cold, but i’m okay, really.”

“here.”

from behind his back, he pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a crewneck sweater

“they’re mine, but you can borrow them for now.”

your hands stop in midair, mouth hanging open as you think about whether or not you should take them from him

“i-i can’t, these are for you to change into. you’ve been here for almost a day already, right?”

he only pushes them towards you more

“i insist. besides, it was kinda my fault.”

your skin turns pink when you realize that you’ll be fulfilling a fanfic-like scene if you take the change of clothes from a man you just met

but you’re also very uncomfortable and cold so you find yourself walking back out of the bathroom in warm clothes too big for you

you don’t miss how his face flushes red when he stands up from where near and your dogs are laying - handing you a plastic bag with your clothes

“i’ll walk you out.”

with a shy smile on his face, you and your dog follow him out of the station - him even walking you all the way out to the corner of the block

when you get home, a small piece of paper flutters to the floor when you take the clothes out to do your laundry

“let me know when we can meet so i can get my clothes back! maybe we can walk the pups together too? (xxx) xxx-xxxx

for the next week and a half, you and him start to text each other constantly throughout the day

the squad doesn’t fail to notice the little grin that shows up on his face whenever he’s looking at his phone

don’t even mention the one time you sent him a lame - but cute cause it’s you - dad joke about a fire hydrant

the paramedics swore they heard him giggle

him - the totally manly, serious dreamboat with a perfect swoosh in his hair that the ladies always fell for - giggled

no one said anything because god knows what would happen if they did?

last time someone teased him about attracting all the ladies, he got so embarrassed that he blushed, squealed, and laughed so loudly as he stuffed his face into the back of his brother’s jacket

the afternoon you decide to swing by the firehouse, you shoot him a quick text that you’ll be dropping by to bring his clothes back

the only thing that the rest of the squad sees his a blur as their youngest firefighter sprints by to tidy himself up from the call they had just gotten back from

but not before accidentally leaving his phone on the counter for the rest of the company to see your ‘great! i’ll see you in ten minutes!’ text

as he walks back into the “living room” of the headquarters, everyone watches him from their places at the couches or tables, smirking at the fact that the usual sixteen minutes it took him to shower and change into his casual uniform was reduced to four minutes

“what?”

he can only turn a darker shade of red as his fellow company members start whooping and cheering, even patting him on the back and hooking their arm around his neck

congratulating and teasing him for possibly having his first s/o since high school (the boy was too dedicated for his career to date)

loud laughter only escapes his mouth as he tries to wave them off so he can prepare himself for seeing you again

he doesn’t even have another five minutes before bear starts barking happily at the entrance of the building, signaling that their receptionist let you in

everyone’s head whips around to you and your dog, who nearly jumps at the sudden attention, but you regain your composure to give the whole group a small smile and bow

“hi, is — here?”

you can’t see him from where he is being tackled by his brother and some of the other men in his company

one woman shoves through the huddle to pull the boy in question out and pushes him towards you before trying to usher the squadron back to their original seats

he ends up stumbling before you before he regains his balance to take the neatly folded pile of clothes you borrowed from him

the way his hair is fixed messily hits your heart along with how adorable he looks no matter how ‘serious’ he’s supposed to look in his uniform

"hey.”

“hi. thanks for letting me borrow them.”

he insists that there’s no need to thank him - he was the one who attacked you with the hose

“listen, i’ve been - ”

someone snickers from the couch, but you miss the glare that he sends them as you pull something out of your bag

“i was wondering - ”

you motion for him to go first with an awkward, breathy laugh as you hand stops rummaging through your backpack, but as the gentleman he is, he insists that you go first

“i’ve been having so much fun talking to you lately. i don’t know if i’m the only one who feels something between us, but would a date sometime tonight be too much to ask for to figure things out? i brought a peace offering.”

you only give him a smile before pulling out a hand-made dog-toy you put together for bear

“he'd be happy to!”

“go now! we can handle it if anything comes up.”

“his shift is over anyway.”

he looks at you after watching the company decide for him, a developing grin on his lips

“i run into burning buildings, run from explosions, jump into bodies of water, and climb up trees for my job every day, but none of that adrenaline beats the exhilaration i feel when i’m talking to you. i’d love to.”

a/n — yes, i’ve been m.i.a. writing wise and i’m sorrryy! but i would like to say thank you to my petal pals @masterninjacow, @seungmate, and @jsmrtist for ideas for my first series! this ones for you guys. to everyone who’s been waiting, thank you for being patient with me! (pt. 2) i got just a little....just a teeny bit👌🏼 carried away with the younger members? maybe, maybe not (i didn’t realize how long the story backgrounds ended up being) (pt. 3) @jsmrtist flicked me on the cheek when she read the last line, ELENA THAT HURT

edit: we don’t support assholes on this blog so here’s an open bias au for everyone ;) please let me know if i left any cursed names here :)

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years

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“Question” - A Neverending Story Drabble

F/M Pairing: OC x Kim Seungmin (SKZ)

Genre: Strangers to Lovers; Sequel Drabble

Warnings: Fluff!!!

Word Count: 1.1K

Summary: Seungmin never really believed in the idea of love at first sight. But then he meets you, and his entire perception changes.

A/N: 101 Dalmatians is an amazing movie!

Seungmin was quite certain that, in another life, he would already have a giant house far away from the city where he could adopt and raise as many dogs as his heart desired. Unfortunately, living in his current apartment meant that he had to abide by rules and restrictions, and his landlord was adamant that Seungmin had to find his new puppies forever homes because they couldn’t stay with him. It was a harsh reality to embrace, but Seungmin was lucky that his close friend, Y/N, had already adopted one, and Minho could be convinced with the right reasoning. But that left half a dozen little dalmatians without homes, and Seungmin knew they deserved something better.

He also couldn’t bear the thought of taking them to the animal shelter, so he immediately got to work and distributed online advertisements to reach as many people as possible. Consequently, Seungmin received more requests than he ever thought possible, but after a very thorough examination, he found a few interested parties who seemed acceptable. And he was meeting with one of the potential applicants in a neutral location - the small diner located close to his apartment.

Thankfully, it was only a short walk to the diner, and Seungmin arrived early enough to ensure that he would be prepared with the proper paperwork and several printed photographs of the puppies. It seemed like everything was going according to plan, and Seungmin had already decided that he was doing everything right to the best of his ability. Which definitely made it a little easier to cope with the knowledge that he would have to part ways with the dogs.

In any case, Seungmin was still startled to hear a tentative voice inquire his name, and he looked up in surprise to meet the shy gaze of a young woman wearing a heavy coat and sunglasses. “Hello,” she said. “Are you Seungmin?”

He nodded his head. “I guess you’re Anne.”

The smile he received in return was blinding, and Seungmin immediately sat up straighter in his chair while Anne took a seat down in front of him. “This place is really cute,” she commented, and Seungmin found himself drawn to the unfamiliar accent lacing her words.

“So, uhm, I have most of the information,” he said, gently pushing some of the files in Anne’s direction. “I’m really just hoping to place them in good homes.”

“Yeah?” Anne grinned. “I was so excited to see your advertisement. I just moved to the city and I thought adoption might help me feel a little less lonely.”

“Well, they make good companions,” Seungmin said. “I’d keep them myself, but my landlord won’t allow it.”

“He doesn’t sound too fond of man’s best friend,” Anne laughed. “I’m sorry you can’t keep them, though. You seem like you’d rather keep them for yourself.”

“I kinda grew close to them,” Seungmin admitted. “But at least two of my friends agreed to help. I can always stay in contact with them.”

“You’re very dedicated, then,” Anne remarked. “I actually really like that idea, and I wouldn’t mind giving you some information so that you can keep in touch.”

“R-really?” Seungmin stuttered because he wasn’t expecting Anne to propose such a thing. Nor was he prepared for the flirtatious edge behind those seemingly innocuous words.

“Of course,” Anne said. “I’m also in no hurry.”

She raised her hand to flag down a waiter, glancing at Seungmin to ask him if he wanted anything. “Coffee?” Seungmin inquired, and Anne ordered them both a mug and a piece of cake.

“The atmosphere is hard to resist,” Anne explained, and that’s how Seungmin spent an entire afternoon talking to a complete stranger to their heart’s desire over several cups of coffee and an interesting selection of baked goods.

It was early evening when Seungmin realized that he needed to return to his apartment to feed his dogs. But there was also a big part of him that didn’t want to leave, especially since he had discovered a strangely intimate connection with Anne. Seungmin had never been the type to believe in fated love or anything like that, but he did find it interesting that every part of him wanted to stay with Anne for just a little longer...

“Would you like to see them in person?” Seungmin asked and Anne nodded eagerly. Which, in turn, made Seungmin’s heart beat just a little faster.

Since Seungmin’s apartment was so close, he was able to convince Anne to walk with him, and they both admired the new Christmas lights that the city had recently incorporated to brighten the streets. “It’s so nice out!” Anne said, and her shoulder brushed against Seungmin’s.

Was that intentional? he wondered to himself.

Nonetheless, Anne was delighted when Seungmin invited her inside his apartment to the unforgettable image of several mischievous dalmatian puppoes rushing at them to observe the new stranger. “They can be a bit much,” Seungmin said, watching the puppies climb over one another to sniff at Anne’s sandals.

“I love them so much!” Anne said, dropping to the floor to open her arms and welcome an onslaught of black and white shapes, falling backwards with a delightful laugh. “Seungmin, they’re amazing!”

Seungmin laughed because he wouldn’t expect someone to appreciate a literal dog pile this much. “The smallest one is yours.”

“Really?” Anne asked with bright eyes, picking up the runt of the litter and bringing it closer to her face. “Hi, new friend.”

The small puppy offered a tentative lick, and Anne turned back to Seungmin as if to make sure he had just witnessed the exchange. “I think he likes you,” Seungmin said, and he quietly walked around Anne in the direction of the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m okay,” Anne said, cradling the puppy against her chest to scratch behind his ears.

Seungmin nodded, but then he hesitated when he remembered that he was going to make a casserole for dinner, and he usually made way too much for one person...

“Seungmin, I should probably get going soon,” Anne said from the other room, and Seungmin immediately started to panic at the idea.

He quickly rushed back into the main room, gasping as he held up a hand in front of a confused Anne. “Y-you should stay for dinner,” he managed around several lungfuls of air. “I mean, if you want to...”

Anne paused, looking at Seungmin for several seconds before she started laughing. And for a moment, Seungmin was worried that he had blown his chances, but then Anne took a step closer to him. “I would love to,” she said, and Seungmin had never been happier to stay up late into the night sharing his favorite casserole with Anne while they surrounded themselves with six dalmatian puppies.

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wingsofkpop · 5 years

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Finding SKZ - 8: CS99

pairing(s): Hybrid!Bang Chan x Reader, Hybrid!SKZ x Reader

genre: Hybrid!AU, Dystopian!AU, oceans of Angst, slight Fluff, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature language, blood, suggestive/sexual scenes, mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, flashbacks, possible triggering topics

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mentions of suicide. Please read safely and at your own risk.

word count: 6,6k

synopsis: After rescuing an abandoned hybrid from his fate of death, he has one other favor to ask of you. Not only do you have to find his eight other hybrid brothers, but you have to keep them safe from the deadly dangers of your city: Miroh

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“(Y/N)-ah, I can’t help you if you keep squirming.”

“Sorry,” You force yourself to remain as still as possible as Woojin stitches up your marred cheek. You try to focus on the immense pain stemming from your torso instead. The ice pack was helping to numb the edge off, but it still hurt like hell. You wouldn’t be surprised if you broke a rib or two.

“Do you need another one, (Y/N)-noona?” Your gaze falters toward Hyunjin, who was gathered at the foot of your bed along with Seungmin. Each set of their ears were drooping, the pity and concern written across their features.

You shake your head which you realize was a bad idea. Holding back a hiss, you answer, “I’m okay. Thank you though.”

“You’re obviously not okay.” Minho calls from his corner, twirling a pen between his fingers. “You can pretend all you want, (Y/N)-ah. We hybrids are a lot more insightful than you know-”

“-Minho, please. Now is really not the time.” Chan sighs from his perch beside the door. It took a whole ass argument just for Woojin to allow him to remain inside your bedroom. He didn’t want to overwhelm you with anything, which you sincerely appreciated, but you also didn’t want Chan to be worrying about you outside. Whatever you saw tonight can’t change the Chan you know. Nothing could.

You hope.

“Alright. All done.” Woojin gently runs a cloth over your now sealed wound, removing any last bloody remnants from the area. Once he’s satisfied, he seals a cotton bandage along your cheek and pats your knee with a soft smile, “All better now.”

You were tempted to bite back and complain about the ache radiating from your stomach, but decide against it. You return a weak smile of your own and nod, “Thanks, Woo. It feels a lot better.”

“I want you to take it easy for the next few days, okay?”

“I won’t argue with that.”

Woojin throws you a playful wink, “Better not. You wouldn’t want to poke the bear.”

His lame joke steals a chuckle from your chest. Even though it hurt to laugh, it felt good after everything that happened.

“Okay. Everyone out, (Y/N)-ah needs to rest now.”

Seungmin and Hyunjin are the first ones out of their seats and scrambling over to where you’re sat on your bed. The dalmatian hybrid leans down to wrap his arms around your shoulders, careful to avoid brushing against your stomach and back. You accept his hug gratefully, rub his arm and murmur, “I’ll be okay, Jinnie. Don’t you worry.”

Hyunjin nods before pulling away with a deep frown. You turn to Seungmin, immediately noticing the glitter of his eyes. Without hesitation, you force yourself to stand and pull the hybrid in a tight embrace. Your body screams in pain, but you ignore it. Whatever tears Seungmin was holding back emerged and stained the flesh of your neck. You try to soothe him by petting his ears, shaking your head with a sigh, “Seungmin…”

“I can’t help it,” Seungmin pulls away with a hiccup and wipes at his moist cheeks, “You could’ve died, noona. We could have lost you.”

You nod, “I get that-”

“-No, you don’t.” The beagle feverishly rocks his head back and forth, “You are the first human that’s cared about me, and not about the stupid ears on my head or the tail between my legs. You care about each one of us...

“Like humans.” Seungmin whispers, “You’re family, (Y/N)-noona. I care about you and I don’t want to lose you-”

“-Hey.” You cup the youngster’s cheeks, thumbing some fresh tears away. You look straight into Seungmin’s deep brown eyes, holding back tears of your own, before continuing, “I’m right here, Min, and I’m not going anywhere, okay? You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Seungmin sniffles and sighs, “Just… promise me that you’ll always be here. And that you’ll never abandon us.”

“I promise.” The words leave your lips before you have time to think, not that you needed to anyway. You can tell yourself otherwise, but these boys are a part of you now. They have been ever since Chan told you about each one of them. And they will continue to be as long as you live.

“Seungmin-ssi,” Woojin murmurs, “Let noona rest, okay?”

Seungmin hugs you one last time before obeying the bear’s demands and follows both him and Hyunjin out your bedroom door. Minho rises from his chair and awkwardly walks toward you. He purses his lips before nodding, “...Feel better, okay?”

You can’t help but smile, “Yeah. Thanks, Minho.”

Once the coyote exits, you’re left alone with Chan watching you from the corner. You sigh, avoiding the wolf’s gaze and make your way toward your dresser. Opening a drawer, you pull out a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and your favorite oversized T-shirt. You try to reach around your back to unzip your dress, but your arm resists with a screech of pain.

Smiling awkwardly, you turn to the remaining hybrid, “Hey, can you unzip my dress for me?”

Chan smiles back and makes his way to where you’re stood. A shiver crawls down your spine when you feel his fingers wrap around the zipper, and slowly pull it down. Cool air nestles your bare skin, bringing goosebumps across your flesh. Once the zipper is all the way down, Chan gently pushes each strap off your shoulder, causing the dress to fall from your body and pool at your feet.

You panic at your sudden nakedness, crossing your arms over your form in embarrassment. Chan wraps his fingers around your wrists and shakes his head, “Don’t, please.”

With trembling limbs, you succumb to the hybrid’s plea and remain shakily in nothing but your underwear. You gulp when Chan replaces his touch on your shoulders, massaging the tension away at your muscles. You sigh, leaning back into his chest. Whatever darkness from earlier disappearing from your mind.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you see me like that.”

“Why didn’t you stop?” Your eyelids flutter as his fingertips follow a path down your waist, careful not to put any pressure on the violet and black bruises blemishing your flesh.

Chan sighs, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His hands halt just over the center of your stomach, his touch causing you no pain. Another sigh fills the room before he pulls away and answers, “When I… When I saw him, saw him hurting you, I just… snapped.”

“I read your file.” You murmur, opening your eyes with a huff, “Your creator said you had a temper.”

“It’s not like that.”

A scoff pushes past your lips. You whirl around, still in his arms, to face him and shake your head, “Not like that? He said you were sometimes violent and acted on instinct. That doesn’t sound good-”

“-I didn’t say it was good either.” Chan says, brushing his fingers across the bandage on your cheek. “It’s a part of myself I hate, (Y/N). I try so hard to be rational when I’m angry, but when I saw this bastard beating you… I just snapped.

And the fact that he has the audacity to not only exploit and abuse a hybrid, my brother, but to intentionally kill another human without so much as batting an eyelash...

“I wanted to kill him.” The wolf whispers, sending even more gooseflesh across your skin. “I wanted to kill him for hurting Jisung, hurting you. I wanted to kill him for Hyunjin having to fight in that stupid ring and Woojin suffering day after day in that circus. I wanted to kill him for every horrible thing humans have done.”

Your face falls, more tears welling beneath the lids of your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to look back at the hybrid, too disturbed by his somber and sincere words. His pain made yours seem like a walk in the park.

Unable to hold back, a single teardrop escapes from your eye, “I can’t imagine what you all have been through... I’m-I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, don’t cry.” Chan sniffs, tears of his own slipping down his face. He brushes your liquid sadness away with a soft smile, “It makes me feel like an asshole.”

You laugh with a sniff, “Good. That’s for scaring the shit out of me earlier.”

“I deserve that.” The hybrid chuckles, caressing your cheek with so much affection, it made your heart jump in glee. His smile falters, his next words tearing open more wounds in your soul, “You know I’d never, ever hurt you. Right?”

You nod, “Right. And I would never hurt you.”

Chan’s lips upturn again at your words. He leans forward to place a brief peck on your lips and attempts to move back. You resist, lurching forward to catch his mouth. Your kiss tastes of tears and regret, something that reminds you of those cheesy romance novels you used to read as a teenager. Out of all of them, yours is the best love story you’ve ever experienced.

The kiss grows more eager and passionate instead of affectionate. Your pulse picks up to accompany your deep breathing. Still, you refuse to pull away, wanting to suffocate in Chan’s addictive touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, desiring to get as close to his body as humanly (or hybridly) possible. Chan steps forward, crushing your figure between his and your dresser. In one swift movement, he takes hold of your thighs, hoists you up on the surface and ties your legs around his waist.

To your dismay, you have to pull away from his lips in order to satisfy your body’s need for air. Chan leans forward to pepper your throat and shoulders with kisses, stealing cute giggles from your lips. One particular kiss is followed with a brush of his teeth, this time eliciting a moan. The hybrid releases an animalistic growls before lurching away from you.

Left alone on the vanity, you gasp, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing.” Chan answers, adjusting the front of his pants. He sends you an innocent smirk as he turns to grab your pajamas, “Here. Let’s get you dressed and tucked into bed.”

“Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?”

The laugh that spills from his lips brings a bright smile to your face. All awkwardness from before gone. The wolf snickers before leaning forward to peck your lips. While the kiss is brief, it fills your veins with the same heat you always craved whenever Chan was around.

He pulls away, “Better?”

You hum, “Yep. Now hurry up. I’m freezing here.”

***

Three weeks passed by in a blur. Your injuries from that night healed for the most part, all except for a couple faint bruises lining your waist. Life with the seven hybrids became pretty hectic, more so than before anyway. With the rise in your grocery bills, you spent a good portion of your winter break picking up hours at the coffee shop to make up lost money. You also wanted to get some more savings in order to buy each of the boys a gift seeing as the holidays were starting.

You had been able to sneak off to the mall to purchase a couple things. You even went as far as to get Changbin and Jeongin gifts, even though your search for them kind of hit a dead end. Seungmin literally searched every animal shelter, euthanization center and adopted home and still could not find a trace of them.

You know you’ll find them eventually. Probably when you least expect it.

The vibration of your cell phone distracts you from the new movie Jisung and Hyunjin had become obsessed with. You quickly read the caller ID, finding a familiar name. You sigh, bid your companions a quick ‘brb’ and head into another room. You muster up as much strength and will as you can and answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie. I’ve been trying to call you for weeks.”

You grimace at your aunt’s truthful observation, “Yeah, sorry. I’ve just been really busy with things.”

“Don’t worry about it, honey. I know how hard you work.”

You had been intentionally avoiding your aunt’s calls ever since you picked up Woojin at that stupid circus. You were afraid you’d let something slip about turning your home into a rescue shelter for laboratory-raised hybrids. If she found out, you knew she would absolutely flip her shit. Especially if she knew the things you’ve been through.

“How is everything? You’re on break now, aren’t you?”

You adjust the phone against your ear, “Yeah. I’ve just been working a lot.”

“Why? Are you having issues with money?”

“No, no. I just wanted to get some extra money since I have the time.”

Your aunt’s silence makes your skin crawl. You reflect on your previous words, wondering if your tone was sincere enough. After a long minute of worry, your aunt answers, “Oh okay. So you’re not behind on rent or bills or anything?”

You shake your head, “No. Nothing like that.”

“Okay, honey.” A couple muffled sounds carry through the speaker as she speaks, “I want to see you. Are you busy tomorrow night?”

You debate using work as an excuse, but you couldn’t. As much as you really should decline, you haven’t seen your aunt in a while and in all her overprotective nature, you missed her.

“Not at all. What’s tomorrow?”

“The zoo is having their holiday lights festival again this year. I’d thought it would be nice to go.” Your aunt relays with a dreamy sigh. Even though you couldn’t see her, you could picture the soft smile that was present on her face. “We haven’t gone in a while.”

That’s because you and your aunt used to go to the festival with your mother when she was alive. After her death, it just didn’t feel right to go without your third musketeer. To be honest, you forgot all about it until now. That filled your heart with guilt. How could you forget something so special?

“That sounds great, actually.” You sigh, ignoring the lingering grief stirring in your head. “How about we do dinner after at that cozy diner?”

“I’d like that.” Your aunt chuckles, “You wouldn’t mind if I brought a couple friends for moral support, would you? You can bring some of yours too.”

“No, not at all. That’s a good idea actually.”

“Great. I’ll meet you at the zoo tomorrow around seven?”

“Sounds good. Can’t wait to see you.”

Your aunt hums, “Me too, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

“Love you too. See you tomorrow.”

“See you, honey.”

You end the call with a soft smile upon your face. With a newfound pep in your step, you make your way back into the living room and announce:

“So who wants to go to the zoo?”

***

Unfortunately, your plan to bring all seven hybrids to the zoo didn’t work out how you wanted it to. Chan and Woojin made the decision that it would be too dangerous to travel all together, so you would only be bringing the youngest boys which is better than nothing in your book.

You finish drying your hair, gently combing through it with your fingers. Satisfied at its style, you make your way out of your bedroom, grabbing your wallet and phone in the process. Once you set foot in the living room, confusion spreads throughout your body.

“I thought I said five minutes. Where’s Seungmin and Hyunjin?”

Chan shakes his head with a frown, “Seungmin is sick. He caught a stomach bug or something, and Hyunjin doesn’t want to leave him alone.”

You sigh, “Okay, that’s fine. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Why doesn’t Minho-hyung come with us instead?” Jisung asks, pointing between him and Felix. “That way it’s still even like you wanted, noona.”

Minho’s attention snaps from the TV onto the four of you. His eyebrows pull together as his lips pull into a sneer, “Now hang on a second-“

“-Good idea, Sung.” Chan smirks, treading across the room to pull Minho up from the sofa and pat his shoulder. “I’d actually feel a lot better if you went with them. You don’t mind, do you?”

The pair stare at each for a couple seconds, Minho more so glaring at his older companion. It’s not until he releases a throaty groan does he answer, “Fine. I’ll go.”

Felix and Jisung hop up and down in excitement, completely contrasting the calm expression on your face. You were happy to have Minho join you, but you were still a little wary around him. Your conversations from before stuck in your mind after all this time. Minho knew a lot more than you wanted him to know.

Still, he never said anything to Chan so that has to count for something.

“Alright, then.” You chuckle, placing your hand on the door knob. “You three get some hats on.”

The three hybrids obey your demand, scattering in all different directions. In the meantime, you and Chan go over your plans for tonight for like the literal millionth time:

“No later than midnight, right?”

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Chan, we’ll be okay. It’s just my aunt and a couple of her friends from book club.”

“I just want to make sure you each come back safe.” He cups your cheek, his thumb lingering over the skin of your healed wound. “Don’t want a repeat of last time.”

“They’re in safe hands, and so am I.”

He nods with a gulp, “I hope so.”

Minho, Felix and Jisung return again, each with their ears hidden beneath a winter cap. Chan leans down to press a chaste peck against your cheek, smooths a hand through your hair and murmurs, “Be safe, babygirl.”

You pretend the nickname doesn’t affect you as much as it really does. With rosy cheeks, you hum, “I will. Stay out of trouble.”

“Mhm. Be good for (Y/N), guys. Especially you, Jisung.”

You laugh at Jisung’s dramatic expression, creating a nice chorus with Felix and Minho’s chuckles. Maybe this two hour bus ride wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Bidding the wolf hybrid one last farewell, you shove open the door and allow your three partners to exit first. You make sure to lock the door behind you, juggling your keys with a twirl, “Okay. Let’s catch the bus and-“

“-Oh (Y/N), dear, it’s so good to see you.” Dread courses through your veins at the familiar, sour voice. You paint a fake smile upon your face before turning around, discovering your neighbor stood in her doorway.

“Hi, Ms. Friel.” The words are a lot more emotionless than you wanted, but you really couldn’t help it. Out of all the times, she just had to walk out her apartment at this one. You really do have the worst luck on the planet.

The older lady saunters to where you’re stood with the three boys, a sugary grin on her wrinkled face, “And who are these handsome boys?”

“Just some friends. We’re going to the holiday lights festival at the zoo.” You reply, somewhat truthfully. Through the corner of your eyes, you can spot Minho’s claws digging into the fabric of his winter coat. You send him a warning glance.

“Well doesn’t that sound like fun.” Ms. Friel chuckles, her eyes unmoving from the disguised coyote, “Gonna see some exotic hybrids, huh?”

“Yeah,” You answer awkwardly. Luckily, similar to last time, you’re saved by the ring of the elevator. You basically shove the younger males inside, sending a way too sweet smile toward your neighbor, “It was nice to see you, Ms. Friel.”

“Have fun, dears. I’ll be seeing you again soon.”

You don’t get the chance to think her strange retort over since the elevator doors closed with a whoosh. Pushing the thoughts from your mind, you release a deep sigh and shake your head, “I swear, she always has the worst timing.”

“Yeah,” Minho drawls. “She really does.”

You send a concerned expression toward the coyote, but before you can inquire, the doors opened once again and he was already dashing out of the space.

That’s weird…

“Noona, are you coming?” At Felix’s voice, you awaken from your reverie and quickly follow behind them. Whatever that was, was probably just Minho being Minho.

What’s really funny is Ms. Friel didn’t complain when you didn’t call her Paula.

***

To say your aunt was ecstatic to see both you and your so called “friends” would be an understatement. You had barely just stepped off the bus when you were swept into her arms. And to make matters worse, she wouldn’t let go. Her girlfriends had to literally pry her away from you.

You felt better when she provided the three hybrids the same treatment. Minho’s face made everything worth it too. Your aunt has always been one of those people who’s over affectionate so you’re kind of used to it. The other boys, not so much.

“Aw, sweetheart, it’s so good to see you.” Your aunt sidles up beside you, wrapping a thin arm around your shoulders. You relish her motherly warmth and accept it wholeheartedly by winding your own arm around her waist.

You smile, “Same here. Sorry about not being around so much.”

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to apologize.” She gestures her head over to Minho, Jisung and Felix, who were admiring various holiday themed items in the gift shop. “So, where’d you meet these cuties?”

You force a chuckle from your chest, gulping at the stone in your throat, “It’s a long story actually…”

“I’m sure it is. The older one, Minho, that’s your roommate I’m assuming?”

“No,” You shake your head, “He’s just a friend I met at work. Chan, his older brother, is living with me.”

Your aunt smirks, “I see… How’s that going?”

“What do you mean?” You curse the heat that lifts to your cheeks, lifting a hand to smooth back your hair. Like always, your aunt sees right through you and a bright grin overtakes her kind face.

“You like this ‘Chan,’ don’t you? You two are together?”

You guffaw, “What? N-no, I mean… We’re not like, it’s-it’s really complicated…”

“Mhm. They always are, aren’t they?” Your aunt cackles, playfully nudging your cheek. “When do I get to meet this boy?”

“It’s really not like that, it’s-“

“-Yah! Felix-ah!” Two bodies push past you and your aunt, which you quickly recognize as Jisung and Felix. The tabby cat had a stick of bright pink cotton candy in his hand and was currently running away from the eager Bengal. Figures as much.

“Sorry about that.” Minho hisses, glaring toward the receding pair.

Your aunt shakes her head with a dismissive wave, “Don’t worry about it. Boys be boys and all.”

One of your aunt’s friends approaches your trio, a weak smile on her face. She carefully murmurs, “It’s right up ahead, dears. Are you going to be okay?”

You immediately knew what the older lady was referring to. Both you and your aunt send each other a soft glance, eyes filled with sympathy and grief, before she inhales an unsteady gust and nods, “I’ll be fine, Lil. (Y/N), baby, do you mind if I-?”

You shake your head, “-No, of course not. Go.”

Your aunt grants you one last squeeze to your shoulders before retreating with her friends to the structure up ahead. Minho goes to follow them, but stops when he notices your lack of mobility. He raises an eyebrow, “Are you coming?”

“I don’t think so.” You sigh, quickly replacing your downcast expression with a weak smile. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you around-“

“-You’re sad.” Minho interrupts, catching you completely off guard. Wide eyed, you stare at the hybrid. He stares right back and murmurs, “It’s your mother, isn’t it? Chan told us she died when you were sixteen.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a huff blowing past your lips. You scratch the bridge of your nose before answering, “Yes. My mom, aunt and I used to come here every year.”

“What’s up ahead?”

You bite your lip, “It’s-It’s called ‘The Bridge of Wishes.’ You buy a lock, write your wish on the back and attach it to the rails of the bridge. We used to do that…you know, so it’s just…”

“Difficult.” Minho finishes, glancing in the direction your aunt and your friends dashed off. When he turns back to you, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. Something inside you told you to be wary. Be distant.

“We should-“

“-(Y/N)-ah…” Minho shakes his head and takes a step closer. You shiver even beneath all your winter layers. At first, you thought his whisper was only a figment of your imagination, but your brain heard his words loud and clear:

“...How did your mother die?”

Your immediate instinct is to deflect, “It’s not important-“

“-Back when you were drugged, you said something when you were asleep.” Your body grows rigid and tense at the hybrid’s observation. Your nightmarish memory returns to the forefront of your mind. Your stomach twists. “You said ‘don’t kill her,’ do you remember that?”

“It’s not what you think.”

Minho frowns, “(Y/N)-ah, if your mother was murdered-“

“-She was sick.” You cut his sentence off, surprised by your strangely stable voice. At this point, you already know Minho’s not going to let this go. No matter what you try. So, with what little courage you have left, you lift your gaze to meet your companion’s and release the words you’ve buried away for so long:

“After my dad called quits on their marriage, she was completely devastated. She just didn’t know how to live alone like that, so we moved in with this one guy her friend set her up with.

“But he turned out to be manipulative and heartless monster.” You start, sound diminishing to a barely audible whisper. “It was mild at first, minor insults and a slap to the face here and there. Then eventually, he would beat her for the littlest of screw ups.”

“Why didn’t she leave?”

You chuckle, “She always said he’d change. ‘This time would be the last,’ and all that bullshit… You loved him.”

“Did he-?” Minho gulps, reaching forward to grab your elbow. “Did he kill her?”

Shaking your head, you answer, “No. My aunt found out before it was too late and pressed charges. He’s rotting in jail now.”

“Then, how…?”

You turn away, crossing your arms over your chest as if shielding Minho from your damaged heart. A shaky sigh drips from your lips like gasoline, the words that follow setting a fire, “She…

“She killed herself.”

Minho doesn’t respond. You can tell he doesn’t know how.

“At first, it kind of wasn’t much of a surprise.” You murmur, “She was depressed and on medication for PTSD, insomnia and anxiety. She was tired and scared all the time. And I mean, she had her happy moments. But it wasn’t enough.

“I found her in the back of her closet when I came home from school. She used the scarf I gave her for her birthday as a noose.”

A hand appears on your shoulder, squeezing softly at your flesh, “(Y/N)-ah, god, I’m so sorry…”

You shrug and whirl around. Your lips upturn in a pitiful smile, “As fucked up as it sounds, it was better for her that way.”

Minho stares at you with soft eyes, an expression written across his features that you’ve never seen. Before you can say anything else, the hybrid yanks you against his body and holds you in a tight embrace. Shaken and stricken with surprise, you awkwardly accept his gesture of comfort. Surprisingly, through his cold exterior, his arms were quite warm.

He pulls away with a weak laugh, “You’ve been through as much shit as we have.”

You chuckle, “Trust me, you don’t even know half of it.”

“What do you-?”

Before Minho can question further, Felix and Jisung’s shouts steal both of your attentions. The Bengal reaches you guys first, grasping your arm and the front of Minho’s coat with vigor. Felix shows up not too far behind. Pants fall from both pairs of lips.

Your eyebrows furrow, “Guys? What’s going on?”

Felix, wide-eyed and frantic, gasps, “It’s-It’s Ch-Changbin…”

“What?” Minho asks with incredulous eyes.

Jisung shakes his head feverishly, “He’s here, hyung! He’s on transfer from another zoo!”

The four of you make your way around the bridge. You come to the main square of the festival where sparkling lights of icy blues and pure whites decorated the highest of trees and buildings. There were blow up, cartoonish snowmen, moose and white rabbits lined along the path and giant, multicolored cardboard gifts too. It was a child’s holiday dream.

And Changbin was is the center of it all.

His cage was ironed linked, the only entrance a metal gate coming in from the side. Compared to the usual hybrid enclosures, his was pretty lackluster and rough. He was sat, shoulders hunched and knees pulled to his chest, on the sandy ground, attempting to hide from the blaring camera flashes and screaming children.

“What the actual fuck?” Minho growls, yanking at his caramel locks. “This cannot be happening right now.”

“I’ll call the boys,” You say while reaching into your pocket. “We’ll figure out a plan and then maybe come back-“

“-There’s no time for that.” Felix interrupts and pulls at the hem of your coat. “He’s here for the festival today and then they’re sending him somewhere else tomorrow.”

You send a worried glance to Minho, who’s still pulling rather roughly at his roots. You didn’t realize how hard you were biting your lip until the zesty flavor of blood invades your taste buds. With one final nod, you answer, “Okay. Then we do this now.”

“Do what?” Jisung asks.

You open your mouth, but Minho’s reply sounds instead, “We figure out a way to get him out.”

“There’s a gate over there.” You point out, turning to the eldest hybrid, “You think you can sneak your way in there and get him out undetected?”

Minho shakes his head, “I don’t know...”

“We’ll help,” Jisung gestures between him and Felix. “We can do this. It’s like back in the lab when we stole cheesecake every other week.”

The coyote’s face lightens at the mention of the memory. If this were like most times, you would tease him for his weakness toward his brothers. But now really wasn’t the time.

“Okay.” Minho agrees finally, pointing toward a patch of trees that leads toward a fire exit. “We get him over there. We just need a distraction.”

“I’ll take care of that.” You nod, already planning everything out in your mind. “Go. Be careful.”

“Same to you.” You watch with trembling limbs as the three hybrids head over to Changbin’s cage. His ebony strands glow beneath all the lights, bringing more attention to his sharp facial features. You spot your aunt chatting with her friends near the enclosure, wish yourself the best of luck and make your way over there.

You purposely shallow your breathing, clutching tightly at your chest. Luckily, you were already quivering so you didn’t have to fake that much. You’re sure you looked flushed too so that’s a bonus.

Never once in your life have you ever thought you would need to fake a panic attack. Anxiety really does work out in your favor sometimes.

Your aunt sees you approaching, and you feel a little guilty for the worried expression that overtakes her face, but you have no choice. Maybe one day you’d be able to tell her everything. You owe her that much after everything she has done for you.

One day.

“(Y/N), honey, what’s wrong? You look sick?” Your aunt rushes forward to cup your cheeks. You don’t answer, staring at her with wide-eyes as you inhale hiccuped gusts of air. She recognizes your symptoms immediately and calls to her entourage. “She’s having an attack! I knew this was a bad idea!”

At your aunt’s distress, a lot of the people at Changbin’s cage curiously look over. Between the links, you can spot Minho and Jisung making their way to the door. You need to make sure they get Changbin risk free.

Thank god for all those dramas Hyunjin loves to watch.

With one final breath, you force your body to go completely limp. Rather painfully, you tumble to the ground, your limbs going in all directions. You complete your show by closing your eyes. Screams and rushes of footsteps signal you’ve done your job well:

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! Someone call 9-1-1!” You feel your aunt pull your limp figure into her lap, her tears spilling onto your neck. You felt horrible. Absolutely horrible. Like you took a knife and stabbed it through your own heart.

After a good five minutes or so, you flutter your eyes open, acting as if you were just waking up. Your aunt’s sobs seems to strength as she pulls you closer, “(Y/N), sweetie, are you okay!? Honey, I’m so sorry!”

“What happened?” You murmur, still playing the part as the paramedics surround you. You knew your job was done when you glance over and find the cage in the center of the square completely vacant.

The door left wide open.

***

“I can’t believe she actually took you to the hospital.” Jisung chuckles, holding the door ajar as you step into the lobby.

You shake your head, “Don’t even start. She tried to make the staff keep me overnight. I had enough trouble convincing her to let me walk up to my apartment by myself.”

The Bengal hybrid, still in disguise, leads you to where the other three are stood near the elevator. Changbin has swapped his lack of clothing for a wool sweater and a pair of black jeans. A gray scale beanie was pulled over his ears which you realize you never got a chance to see. According to Chan, Changbin was a panther hybrid. You know that much.

“Hyung, this is (Y/N). The girl we were telling you about.” Felix introduces you to the new member, reaching out to bring you closer.

You shoot Changbin a kind smile and offer him your hand, “Hi, Changbin.”

Changbin merely stares at your outstretched limb with a blank expression. Feeling stupid and rejected, you lower your arm to your side and shake your head, “Why didn’t you guys go up to the apartment?”

Jisung shrugs, “We couldn’t get in. The door’s locked.”

“The other boys didn’t let you in?”

“Nope.”

Your eyebrows furrow. That’s pretty strange considering Chan was so adamant you return home at midnight and it’s nearly two. But what’s stranger is that you haven’t received a call from him either. Maybe you should have called him earlier…

“I’m sure they’re just sleeping. Or Channie-hyung has the place on lockdown.” Minho offers while guiding everyone into the elevator. “I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.”

The ride up seemed a lot slower than usual, though it was probably your nerves getting the better of you. Somewhere along the way, you catch Minho’s gaze. To your surprise, he sends you a wink. Feeling a little better, you shake your head with a dumb smile.

A ding signals the end and the five of you make your way out of the elevator. Just as Jisung said, the door to your apartment was locked tight. You retract your key, fit it inside the hole and throw the obstacle open. The first thing you see is pitch blackness.

“Chan?.. Woojin?..” You make your way into the hallway, discarding your shoes at the entrance. Using your hand, you fumble for a light switch, still calling out, “Seungmin?.. Hyunjin?..”

“Uh, (Y/N)...” Felix’s deep, trembling voice disturbs the silent atmosphere. You can feel the chills creeping up on the back of your neck. “You might want to turn on a light…”

Finally, your fingers bump what you’re looking for and you flick the switch. Horror encases your entire being at the state of your living room:

Furniture was broken and laid every which way with your television shattered on the ground. Your curtains were torn, dangling uselessly in the nightly breeze. Your knick knacks and decorations were either broken or laid across the floor. There were scratches and marks lining the wood floors, indicating someone put up a fight.

“What the hell? What is this?” Minho shakes his head, running his fingers over a claw mark tattooed into the wall.

“The boys-“ You don’t finish your comment and dash in the direction of the back rooms. Helplessly, you call again for any of the hybrids. No one answers. The hybrid room is in the same state as the living room, but your bedroom is untouched as is the bathroom. What did the most damage on your sanity was all rooms were empty.

There was no sign of any of them.

“Wh-What? I don’t understand…?” You gasp, your heart rate suddenly picking up. “Where are they?”

“I know.” You head Changbin’s voice for the first time, the sound gravely yet satisfying inside your ears. Yet it does nothing to clear your anxiety. In fact, when the hybrid bends down to grab an item off the floor, it only embiggens. “Look.”

“Oh no,” Felix shakes his head, stepping away with a sob.

Minho hisses, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What? What is it?” You hurry to where everyone is gathered and peer down at what Changbin is holding. It seemed to be a badge of some sort, or possibly a key card. You shake your head, “District 9 Laboratories? But that’s-“

Your voice trails off. And the realization hits you tenfold.

“That means…”

Minho nods, “They have Chan, Woojin, Hyunjin and Seungmin.”

“But how did they find them? We were careful!” You shake your head, tugging at the roots of your hair. “None of this makes any sense!”

“(Y/N)-ah, calm down-“

“-Don’t tell me to calm down!” You sob, fighting off a wave of sudden tears. Frantically, you rock your head back and forth, “I promised to keep you guys safe! If they have them, then I-I…”

Minho steps forward and puts his hands on your shoulders, “We will get them back. We just need to come up with a plan.”

The combination of his touch and words somewhat calms your body. Still, you felt fidgety and wanted to burst into tears. You couldn’t imagine what they were doing to them right now. To Hyunjin and Seungmin. To Woojin. To Chan.

“First, we need to go somewhere else. This place obviously isn’t safe anymore.” Jisung murmurs, sending you an apologetic look.

“Sung is right.” Changbin nods, “We’ll talk there.”

“Let me grab somethings, first.” You don’t bother to wait for an answer and race back into your bedroom. You make sure that no one was following you before stepping over to your bookshelf. With a steady hand, you grab the dictionary off your shelf and open the cover. Inside, sits a shimmering nine millimeter pistol.

Your gun.

You retract the weapon with a vengeance. The dictionary is useless now, tossed onto your bed without a second thought. Admiring the handle, you caress the metal before cocking it once. A click indicates it to be fully loaded with all six rounds.

You tuck the gun into the waistband of your jeans and turn back toward the door. Your promise to Seungmin will not be in vain. You’ll find and save them again.

And this time, you won’t hesitate to shoot anyone that gets in your way.

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