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tsukiihime · 3 years

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Heartbreak (Bakugo x Reader, Shinsou x Reader)

Hey everyone! This is my first BNHA piece, something I wrote when I was bored and thought what the hey, I’ll post it! Feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader, Shinsou x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cyberbulling, swearing, breakup, angst, just kind of a sad piece overall?

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When you started dating the Explosion Hero Dynamight, you knew that you were throwing yourself to the wolves. The media is cruel and the fans even crueller - if they deem you unworthy for their Hero then you’re in for a hell of a time - and not in a good way. But you loved Bakugo - you’ve loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and for two years of your life you’ve been by his side as he climbs through the Hero charts.

But recently, the media has been sniffing a little too close to home. Someone has tipped the tabloids off to your existence and ravenous fans have been finding your social media day after day. Your selfies on Instagram are being bombarded with hateful comments on everything ranging from your weight to your skin color to your fashion sense, while your Twitter messages are flooded with paragraph after paragraph full of venom and vitriol. You can no longer take the headlines, the hate, the disgust being dished out at you day and day out. You beg your boyfriend to do something, anything to make the media leave you alone. Which brings you to tonight - in a heated argument with the Hero Dynamight.

“All I’m saying is that if you address the media, if you tell them that I’m your girlfriend, they might back off. I can’t do this anymore Katsuki, I can’t keep waking up and seeing this shit on my feed!” You’re so angry you’re shaking, and it’s pissing you off even more that Bakugo stares at you, unblinking and unfazed, arms crossed in indifference.

“You know I can’t do that. I do that, and my ratings plunge.” Your eyes widen in disbelief as soon as those words leave his mouth, you can’t believe he even said that.

“Are you serious Katsuki? Is beating Deku and becoming the number one hero really worth more to you than us? Than me?” Tears threatened to spill over at any moment, your fists clenching until your nails left tiny red crescents in your skin. You stared at vermilion eyes refusing to back down, waiting with trembling lips for his answer.

“You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me. I don’t know why you need so much fuckin’ reassurance that you’re different from all those other damn extras.” That sentence sends you from angry to fuckin’ pissed in less than a second.

You jab at his chest, practically screaming: “Excuse me? When we started dating, I was promised that you’d protect me from everything, including the media. Do you see the shit they say about me Katsuki? What they say about my body, my family, my upbringing? How they call me a slut and a whore because my Instagram has ‘Toshi on it and now I’ve been spotted with you? I can’t even visit my parents because I’m afraid they’ll follow me. I can’t go and see “Toshi because they’ll shit talk me even more! And you sit there and do nothing. Say nothing. All I want is for you to tell them the truth, that we are dating and that we are a couple.”

Now, it’s Bakugo’s turn to bite back. “And I’m sayin’ my hands are tied. They know I’m with someone, and I lose fans. Which means, I ain’t gonna beat that damn Deku at the rankings next month.”

“Fuck the rankings Bakugo! Can you get your head out of your ass for a second?! How in the world,” you turn to go to grab your phone, pulling up the latest headline about you on the tabloid’s website, “can you let them say this about me? Don’t you at least care that I’m being attacked on the daily?” Tears fall freely from your eyes now, and Bakugo flinches for a second, but only a second. You laugh in anger, turning away from him. “I already know the answer, Katsuki. You care more about the rankings than me. I’m in the way of your dream if you say I’m with you, so let me remove myself from the equation.” You grab a jacket, an umbrella and your phone, and put on your shoes. “It’s over Katsuki. I’m done. If you won’t say that we’re together, then we shouldn’t be together.”

You turn to leave, and a part of you hopes that he’ll follow - that he’ll grab you and hold you tight and tell you that he loves you, loves you more than the stupid rankings and that he’ll stand by you no matter what the media says.

But he doesn’t.

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You walk a couple of blocks to another apartment building, ring the doorbell and wait for the response to come from the other side. A deep voice responds, belonging to someone who had obviously been sleeping. “Who the hell is it?”

“‘Toshi, it’s me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? It’s raining idiot, get in here.” The doors unlock and you make your way inside. You know this building like the back of your hand, it’s the home of your best friend and your second home. You make your way to his apartment and he’s waiting for you in the hallway - purple hair tousled and messy, body heavy with sleep and dark undereye circles accentuating violet eyes as he scratches the back of his neck. It’s a tic of his, one you know well - he’s nervous.

“A fight huh?”

“Worse. I broke it off.” Shinsou immediately tenses at the mention of this, and if you weren’t so pissed and hurt by Bakugo you would’ve laughed.

“Shit...I’m sorry. Come in, tell me all about it.” He steps aside and lets you into his apartment, closing the door as he prepares himself to listen to you complain until the sun rises. He agrees to help you get your things when you’re ready to return, and says you can crash at his place until you find somewhere else to stay.

You return two days later, punching in the code to the apartment you and Bakugo share - well, you supposed shared was the better word. It felt so foreign, being here after everything. Memories of the last two years flooded into your mind - lazy days where you spent all day with Katsuki on the couch doing nothing but watching horrible horror flicks and laughing the night away, those early mornings that had you waking up at five o’clock in the morning to cook pancakes while the sleepy blonde wraps his arms around your waist while teasing your culinary skills. Even the late nights when schoolwork kept you awake well into the twilight hours and your exhausted body dragged itself to the bed you and he shared, breathing in the caramel scent of the man you loved as your head hits the plush pillows and you drift off to sleep. But now, all of those memories have disappeared into the wind, replaced with the fight you and Bakugo had before you had stormed out of the house that night. He’s been texting you like mad, calling you like there is no tomorrow, but you ignore his calls. He never leaves a voicemail, so you don’t know what’s on his mind.

As the beige door swung open, you breathed a sigh of relief that Katsuki wasn’t home. You had neither the heart nor the energy to see him after all that had happened and instead resolved yourself to get all of your things before his shift ended at his agency. You spent the next hour rounding up everything you owned - books, pictures, everything that you had room to take and that you knew you wouldn’t miss if you left it behind. When you had a breather you sent a quick text to Shinsou to let him know you were almost ready to go - and took a deep breath as you entered your bedroom. No, your former bedroom now. “That’s all it is now.” you remind yourself.

You start dumping all your clothes into trash bags and gather up pictures and toiletries that belong to you as you clean up the bedroom from one end to the other. As you grab a pile and place it on the bed, an article of clothing falls that you don’t recognize. You bend over and pick it up to inspect it closer.

You know your clothes, all of them. But this lacy lingerie set that is discarded on the floor isn’t yours, hell, it isn’t even your size. Your throat feels like sandpaper and your nose crinkles as you drop the clothes as if burned by a flame. You can’t help but stare at it as a million things run through your mind at once: whose is it? How long has it been here? Was this before or after you and Katsuki broke up? Did he already move on? The last thought is something you know you shouldn’t dwell on, it isn’t your business what he does after you’re the one that ended the relationship. You know this and yet the tears come anyways, endless and stinging without end. Your legs give out and you fall to your knees clutching your heart as sobs fall from your lips, as your emotions bounce all over the place. The molten hot anger you felt at first is now transforming into deep sadness, all the bittersweet memories racing through your mind now replaced by images of Katsuki holding another woman, another lover just like he held you. You can’t stop as your brain formulates these what if situations - what if he was waiting for you to end it so he could be with her? You start to imagine him kissing another with the same passion he held for you. You see another in your place, eating the food that he insists on making to spoil you after a long night of homework, running their fingers through his hair as he falls asleep on their lap, and seeing another wrapped in his arms as they fall asleep together under the moonlit sky.

“I can’t stay here” you whisper to yourself, desperate to stop the tears that won’t end - desperate to feel anything but this pit of agony. You’ll take numbness over this endless heartbreak, this disappointment, this feeling of self-deprecation that tells you over and over that you weren’t good enough. “I-”

The door opens and you hear Shinsou’s voice behind you, calling your name and making his way through the hallway at the front of the apartment. “You didn’t answer my texts so I came up to check on you and-” The purple haired man freezes when he sees you, sitting on the floor with your head in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably as a waterfall of tears spill from your eyes dripping onto your fingers. You can no longer hold back your sobs as everything comes to a head - your insecurities, the hateful comments left on your social media, Katsuki’s own dismissal of your feelings as you two fought that night two days ago. Shinsou immediately drops to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you close. “It’s okay...let it out.” You peer up at him from tear filled eyes, lunging at him to wrap your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest.

“Hitoshi…” is all you’re able to say before another sob wracks your body, tears staining your cheeks and dampening Shinsou’s hoodie. You try desperately to explain why you’re crying, and why you’re so upset but you can’t find the words as your tongue feels heavy like a bunch of bricks. Indigo eyes drift to the underwear discarded behind you, anger seething in his veins as he puts two and two together.

“Bakugo, you fucking tool.” He thinks to himself as he holds you, letting you cry out what you can’t tell him but he knows. He knows you better than anyone, just as you know him better than anyone. He remembers the vibrant little girl he met on the playground all those years ago, who spoke to him without a care even with his “villainous” quirk. He remembers your ecstatic scream as he calls you to let you know that he was able to get into the Hero Course at U.A, and he remembers you celebrating his acceptance at getting into a Hero Agency by getting blackout drunk and waking up with you in snuggled in his arms as you wear his favorite hoodie. He remembers being the one to introduce you to Bakugo at a Hero Ranking after party when you accompanied him as his plus one. He remembers how breathtaking you looked that night - an obsidian dress that hugged your figure closely, long legs accentuated by black stilettos and your plush lips painted in a ruby red hue. He remembers being the man of the hour, the hero Mindjack accompanied by a beauty on his arm, the envy of the venue. He remembers dancing with you, his most beloved childhood friend, his most precious person. He remembers watching you stride to the bar, smiling as you greet the bartender with glee and and he remembers watching you bump into Bakugo as you apologize quickly to the blonde before making your way back to him. He also remembers Bakugo following you to him, prompting him to introduce you to the man who would eventually become your boyfriend.

“If only you hadn’t bumped into him that night”, Shinsou thinks to himself, “Katsuki Bakugo, I’m going to give you a piece of my mind when I see you next.” How helpless he feels watching you cry as your heart shatters into a million pieces, how powerless he feels as he holds you tighter than he’s ever held anyone before. “C’mon, let’s get you home. I’ll take what I can and I’ll get the rest another day.” he smiles as he looks at you, giving you a small grin that he hopes makes you feel a bit better. “Don’t worry, I grabbed your Switch and your laptop, so the lazy girl hours can still happen” you punch him in the shoulder playfully as you wipe tears away on your sleeve, pouting as you roll your eyes at his lazy jokes before he continues, “and I’ll send Bakugo a text on what’s happening. You won’t have to deal with him. I promise.” It doesn’t escape his notice how you tense up when he says Bakugo, but the small smile you give at his joke makes him feel just a bit better. You stand up and press your lips to his forehead, tippy toeing to reach. “Thanks ‘Toshi. I really appreciate it, truly.”

“Anything for my Animal Crossing buddy.” You cross your arms and give him a questioning look, eliciting a chuckle from the taller male. “I’m jus’ kiddin’. You know I’d do anything for you. And your Switch.” You laugh as you turn to grab your boxes and make your way to the front of the apartment, the lingerie that had shattered your world moments ago momentarily forgotten in the corner of you and Bakugo’s bedroom. “It’s only Bakugo’s now” you remind yourself as you walk out into the living room, “this place belongs to Bakugo only.” You take one last look at your home for the last ten months, and quickly turn on your heels to make your way to the elevator with your entire life packed into a few boxes. A small sense of regret lingers in you, but you quickly shove that aside to stop yourself from crying some more. Shinsou grabs the rest of the boxes left on the table, and places your key to the apartment on the counter next to a picture frame with the glass faced down. He then turns and follows you out the door to his car.

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The next few nights are the hardest - Shinsou’s apartment only has one bedroom, one bathroom and the living room which means you’re on the couch until you find your own place. You’ve known Shinsou since childhood and you wouldn’t mind sharing a bed but you’re so distraught from your discovery in Bakugo’s room that you want to be alone to cry it out if you need to - you already feel like a burden to Shinsou despite his protests against the idea. He’s not home tonight - on patrol around the city as you sit in the living room wrapped in a blanket and wearing his favorite hoodie. You flip through the channels and stumble across the Hero Rankings red carpet. It’s been ages since Hitoshi attended one, becoming more of an “underground hero” and avoiding the spotlight if possible. In fact, the only time he attended one was with you around the time you met Bakugo. You cringe at the thought of him, trying quickly to remove him from your mind. The rational part of your mind wants to change the channel, to watch those documentaries you love so much and wait until Shinsou gets back home but you don’t. Instead, you decide to remain on this channel, watching as heroes come and go on the red carpet with their dates and hear the host gush about each one’s accomplishments. This is torture, you know Bakugo will appear since he’s the number four Hero, you know he’ll be there and yet like a train wreck, you can’t look away. Maybe you’re curious as to what he’s up to, or maybe you want to see if he looks as miserable as you know you do. In any case, you wait with baited breath to see a pair of scarlet eyes and ash blonde hair to satiate your curiosity. A flash of green catches your attention and you see Izuku Midoriya appear on screen in front of you. Deku is the number three Hero and on his arm is his girlfriend Uraraka, another Hero ranked at number seven. You’ve met the both of them at parties you attend with Bakugo - they both received a lot of hate from “fans'' when they announced they were dating, but the love they exuded for each other made the media change their tune really fast. They truly adored one another and didn’t care if their ratings took a dive. You had wished Bakugo would do that for you, but you weren’t a Hero and you didn’t have an impressive quirk, so his agency decided that it would be better for his ratings if he kept you a secret and he agreed. At first, you didn’t mind but the comments on social media and the tabloids made you feel as if he wasn’t yours at all - instead all you felt was that he was ashamed of you.

Then you see him. You grip the remote so hard it almost hurts, but you keep on looking anyway. There stands the number four Hero Katsuki Bakugo, wearing a red and black suit and looking as he always does - confident to the point of arrogance, a grumpy face that makes him unapproachable, arms crossed in annoyance. The cameras go off flash after flash, and the announcer goes over his stats - how many people he’s saved, his amount of solved cases, so on and so forth. You smile at his ranking, he’s gone from eleven to four in such a short amount of time, and you know he has his determination to thank for that. He works hard, that you can’t deny.

Then you see her. You recognize her, from the tabloids and the makeup commercials. The Illusion Hero, Maboromicamie. She’s tall, beautiful, and has a gorgeous figure as well as a comfy place ranked as the number ten Hero. Her arm is linked with Bakugo’s, and he has an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close for the photoshoot. The announcer raises their voice in excitement, as a headline appears on your TV: “Dynamight and Maboromicamie an item? Seen together getting close at the awards ceremony!”

You shut off the TV and close your eyes. What were you expecting? Why did you do that? You can’t help the tears that escape, but they do. There you sit, alone in the apartment with the image of those two stuck in your head, burned into your memory. When Shinsou gets home, he says nothing and you’re grateful for it - you know he’s seen the ceremony and he knows you well enough to know that you’ve seen it too. Instead, he showers, lays down next to you, and holds you close as you cry quietly into his arms.

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Dance To This: Part 2

(Hybrid! Namjoon x Hybrid! Seokjin x Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid Au) (Social Media Au) (Polyamory au!)

SUMMARY: If loving you was as easy as breathing for Seokjin, than loving Namjoon is instinct, the need and want for the younger man burns through him like sunlight at golden hour.

W/C: 8.0k

TAGS: Polyamory, social media au, lots of fluff and snuggling, Domestic love, Brief implicit sexual content, mentions of depression.

A/N: So dance to this part two ended up being over 18k in my drafts so I decided to split it into two parts, The third and final part will be out in a few weeks) Please enjoy this self-indulgent fluff and stay tuneeeddd~

BEFORE

- And by the end of dinner Seokjin is making hot chocolate with marshmallows and before Namjoon knows it he’s falling asleep next to you on the couch while a movie plays in the distance, lulled to sleep by the gentle breathing of the two of you curled next to him as his head nudges onto your shoulder.

- You raise your hand and run it through his supper soft ears that are somewhat bristly at the ends. Fingering over the cleft in his side. Seokjin watches your expression, the way you seem to melt under the easy and deep breaths of the sleeping hybrid, and the way he’s melting into you, adorable dimples popping out as he smiles in his sleep.

- “Can we keep him Jin? Don’t you think it would be better if he stayed?” Seokjin reaches out his hand to thumb across the hybrids cheek. He’s so deeply asleep Seokjin could probably yell and the other wouldn’t wake.

- “Of course I do.”

NOW

- The next morning you and seokjin are woken up by a heavy crash, blearily moving awake to rub at the crust on your eyes, Seokjin springs up and says he’ll go and see what the issue is and he finds Namjoon sleepily attempting to wipe up a broken coffee mug with his bare hands.

- “What are you doing? You could cut yourself!” Seokjin screeches. Namjoon flushed and shyly lets Seokjin clean it up with a broom and a dustpan while he stammers an apology.

- Over the next few days, that occurrence becomes almost daily. Namjoon somehow manages to bend a copper pot and breaks several glasses. He even knocks one of the decorations off of the shelf on his rush upstairs by knocking into the wall too harshly.

- Seokjin doesn’t understand how someone, let alone a hybrid that was supposed to be bred with grace and above human awareness, could manage to be so clumsy, but somehow Namjoon manages.

- And if he didn’t always look up at Seokjin with that little abashed and apologetic frown that shows that the younger hybrid actually is sorry- then maybe he actually would get angry (instead of finding it cute, cuter then he probably should find it).

- Namjoon is always leaning over Seokjin’s shoulder when he edits his YouTube videos, bugging him about Instagram until you get him a phone of his own and he can clack away on his own timeline.

- As a mixed Greywolf/dog hybrid Namjoon has inherited a few traits that aren’t typical of either species.

- He’s generally more gentle than a puppy and less excitable (most of the time), as well as being more protective and observant. More than once Seokjin catches his eyes following someone that looks a little bit too big or threatening and subtly putting his body in-between you and them.

- Seokjin will lightly hit his arm and say, “stop that! You’re making them uncomfortable”

- “Sorry” the other hybrid would meekly say, thought this possessive behavior isn’t directed at him. Seokjin knows that if you knew what he was doing you wouldn’t like it.

- In the next few weeks- Namjoon tries not to be a bother as much as possible but sometimes it’s hard. He helps you with everything you need to do from pulling out your chair at night and in the mornings. He helps with the cleaning And carrying groceries- Namjoon loves to carry groceries. It’s the little him that makes him happy. You start to have what Seokjin had begun to call ‘family dinners and breakfasts’.

- Namjoon isn’t putting on as much weight as he should be, Jin tells you one evening. Namjoon’s hipbones still look too sharp when he stretches and his thick long-sleeved shirt lifts up a little. You try to tell Namjoon that you’d rather he just rest and recuperate, But Namjoon assures you that he’s not doing it because he feels like he has to- but just because he’s bored.

- But really?... He just likes to feel like he’s not a burden.

- You have to admit you’re starting to feel more than a little coddled with how Namjoon and Seokjin basically do everything for you. But you try to repay them in the little things you do that you know they like. like petting both of their ears and showing as much affection as you can possibly when you don’t have to work.

- They quickly work out a situation that has both of them happy, after they spend an evening arguing over who gets to put their head in your lap. You sit sideways in one of their laps one night while the other lies their head on your lap. Namjoon comes into your office when you work late, close to dinner dragging a fluffy blanket from his room, and asks “cuddles?” with his ears pinned to his head and his tail lip between his legs. And who are you to refuse him?

- As winter settles in and spring looms around the corner, work does pick up quite a bit, you go in with Seokjin into the center of town again to give a talk to your firm two weeks in a row. And every time you come home Namjoon greets you with his tail thwacking away a happy pattern against the doorway and his head tilted against your shoulder for pets.

- You’d been worried that Seokjin wouldn’t approve of you petting Namjoon, but when you ask him about it on the third night Namjoon had stayed. He’d said that it was fine, and he means it- that he wouldn’t expect you not too. Pressing reassurances in between kisses.

- Despite how Seokjin talks to him sometimes- berating him a little gently or harsher at times when the hybrid is clumsy. Seokjin does like having him around. And loves the happy grumble he makes in his chest when you pet him (and those times that Seokjin also shows him affection- even if that had only been twice; one morning when Seokjin had been sleepy and Namjoon was warm, and another when Namjoon tripped over his own shoes and fell into Seokjin, and the elder had giggled and given him a short squeeze after catching him.

- The other male hybrid looks after you with something akin to longing- always worried about asking for anything let alone affection but acting delighted when either of you offers.

- Or when you grab onto his arm when you’re out on walks. And how could Seokjin act jealous or like he had a claim over you when it made Namjoon’s face light up like that, even if you couldn’t see it.

- Seokjin has never met another person more touch starved than Namjoon.

- so he couldn’t take that soft dimpled smile away no matter how much his initial flare of hybrid instincts told him that you were meant to be his and his alone and that any male around you was a threat. They dissipate easily and almost instantly. After all, there are some parts of your relationship that remain entirely your own.

- The stolen moments pressed between covers, special touches shared, fingertips pressing into shoulders, a nose brushing against your neck while you sit on the couch and start a new drama, Namjoon asleep in your lap, Seokjin’s hand pressed to the skin of your hip underneath your shirt.

- Seokjin hasn’t stopped sleeping in your bed since Christmas and you have to admit it feels nice whenever you wake up with him, sometimes by his tail softly twitching against the bed- wagging in his sleep. Other times roused by his soft kisses against the expanse of your shoulder, your face, and sometimes, your inner thighs.

- Those mornings, Seokjin and you stumble, happy and leaning into each other to find a flush face and an awkward Namjoon in the kitchen, but Seokjin doesn’t let it stop him.

- You start putting away his laundry in your room instead of his, moving your spring clothes into storage to make room.

- For Valentines Day Seokjin wakes you up with pancakes in the shape of hearts and fresh squeezed orange juice. And you give him the present that you’d been waiting to give him since you ordered it just after Christmas. “Oh my god, I love it so much!” Seokjin squeals excitedly when he unwraps the apron that says ‘hot stuff coming through’ on the front in swirly lettering.

- Even Namjoon chuckles at it after leaning over Seokjin’s shoulder to read it. The next one is different, made of a thicker canvas, the edges of it well hemmed and strong. Seokjin’s fingers splay out across the fine fabric. It’s dark at the top and white and striped along the bottom with a pocket to hold his spoons- a real chef’s apron. “I know we didn’t talk about doing things for Valentines Day but…”

- “Oh love,” he says, getting a little choked up, “all I can say is thank you.” Seokjin gets up putting the apron on the table and goes over to kiss you, both of his palms- a little rougher than they were when he first came to live with you when they come up to grip both of your cheeks. Connection your lips in a kiss that knocks the breath out of you. You’re grinning when you pull away. your hand wrapped around his wrist

- “Glad you liked it,” you say giggly. pressing your forehead against his for a second before Seokjin pulls away. Namjoon is hiding his smile in his coffee cup from the other side of the table as he tries to give you privacy and focus on the newspaper he got from outside. But Seokjin doesn’t mind his intrusion in your special moment.

- As winter slowly melts to spring, so do you melt whenever Seokjin slings his long arms around your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck. Other times his more insistent bites and nips along your jaw turns into your hands fisting in his shirt softly, and he demands through yips and whines and words that you touch him.

- And you can do nothing but obliged him, slipping your fingers across his hard hips and cut lines to wrap around his body- or if he was feeling particularly needy- the waistband of his pants. Your name a broken sigh uttered by his mouth against your skin. Your smirk cocky at the way he shakes through it.

- The first time you’re ever truly intimate is soft and sweet, Seokjin asks you if you’re okay about 1000 times before you get it through his head that you want this. And when you press countless kisses against every inch of his chest, Seokjin feels so god damn lucky he can barely breathe.

- You’d forgotten how it felt to be in a man’s arms, to have someone cherish and praise every inch of you until you where flushing from your ears to your curling toes.

- But even this feels different than that. When he so much as touches your shoulder you feel like Seokjin is literally brushing his hands over your soul. It’s more intimate than anything you’d ever experienced and it makes you overwhelmed in a good way.

- Seokjin’s hands brush over your stomach and your hip as you laze in bed, nothing but the white duvet covering the two of you in the warm haze of the morning there isn’t a thing bothering you.

- You can tell that Seokjin’s looking at you, you reach out your hand, your fingertips brushing along his face to discern his expression, finding his plush lips turned up in a smile.

- “You know I love you right” he whispers against your fingertips. “You have to know by now” You freeze, your breath coming out a little roughly. “I’m sorry,” he says quickly grabbing your hand as you almost pull it back. You sit up a little.

- “No it’s fine- I just- I love you too Jinnie, so much you have no idea.” You whisper against his lips as you pull him down for another kiss. Letting your lips doing the talking.

- The longing, the relief, the incredulity and the love in the kiss makes both of you breathe a little heavy but it’s fine- because you have each other and nothing matters beyond that. You could handle anything with Seokjin by your side.

- And of course your peace had to be disrupted by the shrill piercing of the smoke alarm going off, you hear the muffled noises of Namjoon cursing. “God damn it” Seokjin mutters as you giggle. Pressing one last kiss to your lips before he pulls on his pants and exits the room.

- You start to get out of bed but Seokjin hastens, a hand against your sternum “No you stay right where- I want to make you breakfast in bed today.”

- “Seokjin stop being a prince” you tease jokingly- you don’t need him to speak to know he’s smiling when the door to your bedroom closes behind you. You fold back into the warm covers- significantly less comfortable than before, making you pout at your lover’s absence. But you know a shower is eminent in your future.

- In the kitchen- Seokjin finds the younger hybrid fussing over already burned eggs- it seems he forgot to put the butter in. “I ugh- I tried to do everything you did but they didn’t come out right.” He says abashed, and Seokjin blushes when he sees an episode of Eat Jin open on Namjoon’s cellphone.

- Seokjin pushes him away from the range with a hip sweeping up the pan carefully and putting it directly into the sink. His eyes snagged on the eggs in the pan-there where 6 there, far too many for the one hybrid, he must have been trying to make breakfast for all of them like Jin did most mornings. His heart squeezed when he realized what he’d been trying to do for them.

- “It’s okay, I can handle it Namjoon” Seokjin takes another pan from where they hang over the sink and pours a little bit of oil into the bottom before depositing it back on the stove. “Wanna grind some cheese for the omelets?” Namjoon eagerly gets the pepper jack cheese out of the fridge along with the grater and a plate.

- “You know you don’t have to try to cook like me- I’ve got it covered.”seokjin asks as he whisks half a dozen eggs in a bowl. “It makes both of you happy- so I wanted to try it. Sorry for messing up your kitchen.” Seokjin goes quiet after that- the younger males side brushing his as he comes over to deposit a mound of grated cheese into the middle of a layer of almost fully fried egg.

- Weren’t males supposed to feel territorial after mating? Why was he okay with Namjoon being so near? He would have thought with the other being a canine type hybrid as well his possessive instincts would be in overdrive and he wouldn't be able to even have the other hybrid in his general vicinity right now. but there is no annoyance or wariness lurking in his chest, and seokjin frowns, puzzled over why he wasn’t feeling territorial.

- He didn’t feel any lurch in his gut, anything but the muted sweetness, Namjoon asks him a few questions about his YouTube channel while Seokjin cooks,

- He was sure the other hybrid could tell what had just transpired in the room over. If he hadn’t heard it or couldn’t see the love bites on Seokjin’s neck, the hybrids sensitive nose could certainly smell it.

- Breakfast in bed is a lovely affair but after breakfast, you disappear up to your study for a phone conference. Seokjin busies himself with cleaning up the kitchen while Namjoon cleans the living room- still a bit disheveled from a movie night 2 nights before.

- When Seokjin enters the living room- asking the hybrid if he’d like to help him make lunch and he finds everything disordered. The wide L couch turned in a totally different place and the coffee table turned the opposite direction, the expansive shelves and braille books on either side of the wide window are still mostly intact.

- Namjoon’s just pushing the ottoman into place when he grins up at Seokjin “I thought it could do with a reordering- so that it fits the three of us more comfortably- do you like it?” he asks excitedly, Seokjin reigns in part of his temper. finally making an appearance.

- Seokjin pinches the bridge of his nose, “you can’t move things you idiot- or if you do you have to put them back in the right place- or else she’ll trip over them.” Namjoon blushes and looks down, sudden shame curdling in on the proud feeling in his gut “I’m sorry,” the hybrid looks about ready to sniffle.

- “Just help me get everything back into place before she’s done and maybe she won’t notice.”

- Of course, when you head down the stairs with a yawn, tired after a nearly 3-hour conversation with a business executive, intent on finally changing out of your rolled up pajamas you call out a greeting, Seokjin answers from the kitchen while Seokjin bids a quiet hello.

- You head for your slippers by the window- your feet a little cold, you start to say something to them before you collide head over heels into the couch, falling into a lap. Below you Namjoon makes an oof as your head slams into his stomach.

- seokjin comes in at the sound of your shriek As Namjoon helps you stand up and find your footing again. Holding your hand out against his chest for stability. “Oh my god” he and Namjoon say after a second, completely mortified. Namjoon hides his face in his hands.

- But they don’t find you angry- no you’re just laughing. The bubbly kind of belly laughing that hits you surprised, Wiping away at your cloudy eyes before you tap namjoon’s arm to let him know you’ve found your footing. “6 inches to the left guys.” You say softly to no one in particular. Before you walk in the direction of the kitchen and your bedroom. Namjoon kicks the couch to the left.

- Weeks pass, you take both of them shopping, and it’s more of a fun affair full of copious stops for Starbucks after Namjoon discovers what a latte is and demands to try every single kind they have. Matcha ends up tying for first place alongside the mocha latte he gets last.

- Namjoon comes up to where you stand to ask you about fabrics for himself- getting your approval before he decides on any one thing. You shake your head with a smile when you realize that he didn’t want to wear anything that would make you less likely to touch him or pet him.

- Seokjin himself has always asked before buying anything- asking if you’d been opposed to any fabrics above others. Knowing that your sense of touch is a little sensitive in general.

- It hurts you in such a keen way- when you realize how much the younger hybrid just wants to be loved. How much he tries to make you and Seokjin happy.

- He’s surprised when Seokjin pays for things with his own money at the counter of one of the stores “My YouTube channel doesn’t make a lot- but it makes enough, sometimes it’s nice to buy things for myself.”

- The realization results in an eventual conversation with Namjoon when he asks you after agonizing over it for days if he should get a job. you sooth away his anxiety by trailing your hand up his shoulder to cup his cheek. “I don’t expect you to try and make money like Seokjin, you can use mine, most of the time Seokjin doesn’t use his own because I want him to save it.”

- “Save it for what.” You look down and too the side. “In case anything ever happened to me is all.” The thought makes Namjoon frightened. when you walk together he puts himself between you and the road, worried that you could fall into it.

- But as the days go on, you find another bad day leaking into you- solidifying when one morning you wake from a nightmare to an empty bed and can't get out of it. You click the alarm clock on your bedside table. “It is- 10:30am” reads in the automatic voice you dread on mornings like this.

- The sound of your door opening makes you want to pull the covers you’re your head. “Jagiya” Seokjin says softly, you turn and bury your face into your blanket. Mouth unable to make words as you just lie there, wallowing in your sadness, the only thing you can do until it dissipates. Seokjin knows, always knows somehow. The bed slumps and moves under his weight as he sits on the bed, pressing a hand to your cheek. Over the past few months, he’s dealt with too many of your bad days to count, this one is no different.

- “Do you want some tea? Or do you feel up for breakfast?” he says softly, worry leaking into his voice. months ago you wouldn’t have even talked to him when you’re like this But now you make the effort. Seokjin is worth the effort you remind yourself.

- “Just gonna go back to bed,” you say, though you know you really won’t. Seokjin had been intent on recording a new video for Eat Jin today- along with a q&a video so you don’t want to distract him with just another bad day.

- “Okay,” he says, suspicion in his voice. But he leaves you be, to turn over and over in the too warm bed, the sheets usually the perfect blend of cotton, feel too heavy and almost greasy.

- Minutes later Namjoon barges in, “Y/n I heard of this new park on the other side of town from the bunny hybrid next door and-“ the other hybrid freezes with the cloying scent of despair wafts from your curled up form, “what’s wrong? Are you hurt!?” he asks.

- “Namjoon!” Seokjin yells, and the other hybrid freeze, Seokjin is already up- his camera paused. As he nudges Namjoon out of the way and closes the door behind him without another word.

- “You can’t just do that” Seokjin hisses at Namjoon your door softly clicking behind him, “do what?” Namjoon asks, Seokjin rolls his eyes, “just go into her room like that when she’s-“ Seokjin breaks off- unwilling to reveal your secret- your bad days.

- “Can’t you smell how sad she is? Why aren’t you doing anything to help her- why don’t you care-” Seokjin shoves Namjoon away from him not appreciating how the younger hybrid is getting in his face. “Of course I fucking care I just-” he hears a noise from your room. The sound of blankets being piled on top of you pulled over your head to keep out the noise of their conversation.

- Both of them send the door a concerned look, and they continue more hushed. “Just accept that you don’t get it Joon, its best to just leave her alone right now- just trust me on this okay?” but Namjoon just can’t do nothing, he paces for a few minutes in front of your door, before he walks behind jin’s camera Standing with fists clenched, with his ears pinned to his head before the hybrid stops talking into the camera and sighs. Pausing it again.

- Joon helps Jin when he makes you a small meal of comfort food, even making you French fries, hands darting back whenever he feels a little spark of oil.

- Seokjin lets Namjoon bring it in for you, even though he did the majority of the work, and insists on cuddling you while you eat, Seokjin grumbles from the other side of you as he flicks through the channels on the tv in your room, a new installation. Seokjin becomes slightly more content when you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his side when he finally settles on an episode of your favorite drama. It’s a good sign that you’re showing affection- the worst days where when you couldn’t even manage that.

- Now that it was warmer both of the hybrids started feeling a little cooped up. At least now Seokjin has someone to play Frisbee with when you took walks to the park. And it feels glad to get some exercise after a long winter. you sit on one of the picnic tables with one headphone in- listening to another audiobook while they spent time rolling around, Namjoon diving to catch a Frisbee and rolling, surprisingly agile.

- Seokjin wines about untangling the sticks from his hair later. when Seokjin offers to comb through your hair after your shower, Namjoon sits shyly next to the two of you and tilts his head in Seokjin’s direction- a wordless request for affection, a low whine in his throat.

- “Here” Seokjin says, turning Namjoon around so that his back is too him and getting on his knees so he can reach his head. Seokjin sits behind the two of you on the couch, chest inches from either of your backs while the two of you argue about the romantic lead of your favorite drama and who she should be with.

- When he’s done, Namjoon leans back so that his back touches his chest and nudges Seokjin’s shoulder with his nose and neck turned away. Namjoon is blushing as he does it, only doing it once or twice before he’s finished and Seokjin can’t help but coo at the gesture, the scent marking.

- Namjoon’s chest flutters when he smells Seokjin the next day, his own buttery pine intertwining with the hybrids another scent of sweet honey.

- Namjoon desperately bothers Jin about being in an episode of Eat Jin but after he so horribly screws up a soufflé (why kind of person doesn’t know what yeast is?) Seokjin basically bands him from appearing in the show. Though sometimes the other hybrid photobombs the other, and he won’t realize that he has until he’s gone back and begun to edit his footage.

- But once his followers have gotten a look at him there’s no getting them off the subject of the wolf hybrid and Namjoon drags and bribes him (with one dish of any kind of food he wants) to sit still long enough for a Q&A. And of course, his followers love Namjoon always asking endless questions, where did Namjoon come from? why did he have a gash in his ear? why you adopted him? and how you’d managed to have all the luck in the world getting two of the cutest hybrids in existence?

- Someone even comments, “I wonder why they don’t get territorial with each other, or over their owner, I have two German Shepard hybrids and they’re always at each other's throats.”

- And Namjoon himself- wonders that too. They don’t even have a dominance hierarchy established between the two of them- and Joon doesn’t even feel the need to, doesn’t feel his instincts stirring in his gut, ever, even when he knows it should. - Seokjin wonders why the presence of the other hybrid doesn’t put him off like it does with others- like the time the fox hybrid at the park brazenly came up and introduced himself to you with a sunshiny smile that made Seokjin’s skin boil.

- But for some reason, the gentle but quiet wolf hybrid doesn’t make him wary in the slightest, even less so now that Namjoon’s fully moved into the house and realized that the other shoe isn’t about to drop and that you really won’t make him leave.

- The only time you see Namjoon excitable is when you start him talking on a single topic - Namjoon could talk about nature endlessly, and loved to spend time going on walks, even dragging you for a few hikes in the reservation on the outskirts of the city. It’s nice, you have to admit, even though you can't see the view the fresh air tastes sweeter somehow.

- You make a habit of it- every weekend alongside your and Seokjin’s restaurant tours. Namjoon doesn’t like going to restaurants because he always seems to knock something off the table, making everyone look at you with a scandalized expression that he hates. After the first time he decides to go he makes a point not to intrude on your alone time with Seokjin, who has started to call them “Date and dinner nights.”

- Every Sunday you and Namjoon have your own time, hiking and listening to his soft voice as he describes everything around you, helping you touch the sprouts of tulips and daffodils that are sprouting up every time he finds a new one.

- One day, at the park with Seokjin, he presses a glassy snowdrop against your cheek without warning, making you giggle. And then bounding off to find another. As you smile and shake your head at his silliness.

- In the first few weeks of true spring, he easily gets a bit jumpy, and restless when you don’t take him for walks during the day. You can tell he’s turning something over in his head sometimes over breakfast when he’s more quiet than usual. When you ask Seokjin he always says that Namjoon’s just looking out of the window towards your barren and small back yard.

- “I wonder what it could be,” you ponder idly as you brush your hand over Seokjin’s arm late one night after Namjoon had already turned in to his bedroom upstairs. A smaller one next to Jin’s old bedroom (through the elder hybrid had tried to assure him that it was fine if he took his room- seeing as it was bigger and had windows that face the street instead of the back yard).

- The answer comes the next day surprisingly- the first truly warm day of spring. The day that the snow finally melts.

- “Um- Y/n?” Namjoon’s asks from the door of your study, barely leaning in, he’s wearing an old shirt of his, Seokjin notices as he turns from the spot on the window and takes out his headphones- which he’d been wearing so the voice commands from your special laptop didn’t bother him and he didn’t bother you while editing another video.

- He shrinks when both of you turn to him becoming somehow more shy and small in the doorway. “Yes Namjoon?” you ask.

- “Your back yard,” he says, twisting the edge of his sweatshirt over his hands. “I was just looking out at it and even though it’s small I was just thinking it would be nice- I mean really I’d do all the work for it- and I could make it smell nice for you-”

- “Namjoon,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes, “just spit it out.”

- “I want to plant a garden,” he says quickly, grimacing like he’s ripping off a band-aid, “I promise I don't expect either of you work to on it and I’ll make it pretty for Seokjin- I could even plant fragrant plants too so that you can smell them...”

- “Of course.” You say, shrugging like its no big deal and turning back to your work. But Seokjin sees that it clearly is a big deal to Namjoon who’s ears perk up immediately his shaggy tail switching back and forth.

- “I promise I’ll work on it well! Thank you!” he shouts before running off down the stairs in excitement. You hum thoughtfully turning back to your machine. “that boy- he’s going to make such a mess tracking mud in the house.” Seokjin shakes his head.

- “Don’t pretend you don’t love it when he gets excited like that.”

-“Jesus woman get out of my head” Seokjin replies, making you giggle, and he’s glad that you can’t see the blush that stains his cheeks. Because Namjoon does get adorable when he gets passionate about something. And those freaking dimples did terrible things to Seokjin’s concentration.

- That night Namjoon hovers in the doorway, his shirt stained up to the elbows in dirt, pants, and knees stained green even some on his face as he grins inside and steps in carefully. And though Seokjin shouts, “shoes off this instant and a shower for you too!” he has to admit that there is a certain tension out of Namjoon’s shoulders when he sits back down at the kitchen table.

- he looks lithe and relaxed, the shower has turned his skin rosy and his hair, shaggy and hanging in his face. You reach up and run your fingers through it when he sits next to you. Lamenting that his hair is getting long.

- Namjoon hoists your legs into his lap and sets about rubbing his careful hands up and down your shins; something that Namjoon had figured out was comforting after you’d done it to him the other day.

- “I could cut it for you if you want.” Seokjin offers, Namjoon’s wide brown eyes flicker up, and he smiles, dimply and adorable and Seokjin almost drops the wooden spoon in his hands when the hybrid says, “I’d love that Jinnie.”

- Namjoon bugs you to go to the local garden center for some trowels and some seeds, and in the next few weeks the two of you makes trips back and forth half a dozen times for various garden stakes and wood to make standing beds.

- Though you relent and have one of the workers deliver the bags of soil instead of making Seokjin and Namjoon lug the bags back by themselves insisting even when Namjoon tells you that you don’t need to spend money on the delivery.

- “The pees came up! They’ve got two leaves and everything just like the package said!” Namjoon runs in shouting, one morning after he goes out to check the garden, while Seokjin stirs something that smells vaguely vinegary in a pan, so excited that he almost trips over the rug just inside the door.

- “Shoes Joon!” Seokjin reminds him, rolling his eyes at the excitable hybrid Who tosses dirt onto the floor “Sorry! sorry!” toeing them off, tripping over them again.

- “Want me to come out and feel them?” you ask Namjoon with a small smile. And he takes your hand pulling you up from the table. Your bare feet shiver as the grass rubs up against the bottom, but the sensation feels good and you can hear Namjoon’s smile when he speaks.

- “We might have pees before July!” his wagging tail knocks up against the backs of your legs as he guides your hand down into the raised garden beds. The small leaves are rubbery and soft underneath your fingers, “What kinds did you plant?” you ask.

- “Sugar snap! Because their Seokjin’s favorite in salads, but I also have some beans!” you give Namjoon a knowing smile. “For Seokjin?” Namjoon stutters trying to find the words to justify it. You giggle and nudge him lowering your voice so that the hybrid won’t hear you through the open door to the kitchen.

- “I won’t tell him about your crush don’t worry.” You smile, rubbing a hand down his side. Namjoon goes hot underneath your fingers and you can tell you’ve hit the nail on the head by the way he whines lowly and presses his face into your shoulder. Rubbing his head along your shoulder in a peculiar way.

- And really how could you not have noticed Namjoon’s crush? He’d always been hanging around Seokjin, always interested in what he’d been cooking, always ready to help both him and you at the drop of a hat. He watched every one of Seokjin’s videos- though he’d never tell the other hybrid that.

- You had noticed his crush on Seokjin, but Namjoon didn’t know how you didn’t notice his crush on you. Sure you couldn’t see how fondly he looked at you, or the slight little bits of jealousy that sprouted up in him whenever he saw you and Seokjin kissing in the morning light, or in the mornings after he can smell that you’ve both been intimate.

- After he’s definitely heard your voice murmur “Jinnie- oh my god yes” coming from your bedroom when he gets up to get a snack. The way that you would lean into each other both flustered and sated in the kitchen the morning after in a way that Namjoon definitely loves to see.

- And definitely wants to cause.

- Even if that want on Namjoon’s short list of wants makes fear of being turned down, of not being accepted, Turn in his stomach like a tide. He’s glad that you can’t see the way he looks at you, forlorn and longing, both of you barefoot in his garden at the beginning of May, the setting sun turning the garden orange.

- Your hand comes up to brush against his ears again in a slow lazy gesture, fingers smoothing out ruffles in the fur that aren’t there. “Why don’t you plant some herbs for him too Namjoon? I’m sure he’d love that.” Namjoon nods against your hand.

- So Namjoon picks up basil and tomatoes, parsley and oregano, as well as a rosemary plant from the nursery. Some of the plants are expensive, especially the glossy clay pot he decides is perfect for the rosemary since it needs to go on your small porch instead of in the ground (because it can’t be in the rain so much as the other plants he tells you). But with the way he excitedly talks about all the things that Seokjin will be able to make with them makes the price worth it.

- And really- you have more money than you know what to do with so why not spend it on your hybrid that you’re already starting to love so much.

- You know that’s not the way to get into his heart- as buying things is rarely better than just plain old spending time. So one morning when your workload is light- you go outside and ask Namjoon if they’re anything that you can do to help.

- “You can deadhead the petunias in the window boxes!” the soft floral scent of the petunias is pleasant and you can easily feel dried and crunch dead flowers compared to the velvet of the ones that have already wilted.

- He comes up behind you, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “you missed one.” His chest warms your back, instead of just picking the dead head for you, Namjoon’s large hand, a little rough and moist from the dirt guides your hand to touch the tip of a crackling dry settle underneath the velveteen softness of the leaves.

- Before Namjoon can move away you lean against him a little, your back up against his chest his thick sweater pillowing you, shoulders fitting perfectly in between the bounds of his arms. And you find his back steady, His tail swishes happily. He noses at the top of your head then stoops to hook his chin over your shoulder. Arms wrapping around you strong and lithe, protective in a way that makes you feel small and cared for and treasured.

- But there’s something in the way you sigh. Something too heavy to be entirely happy. “Are you alright?”

- “Just a little stressed” you admit easily, Namjoon’s finger runs a line down your arm, the sleeve from his shirt tickling your skin along with the rough pads of his fingers. “Work is just a little busy right now.”

- “Anything to worry about?” Namjoon asks uneasily. “No not at all- there’s just more work than I can realistically handle by myself so the firm is going to hire a new person and then I’ll have to work with someone new and just ugh- I hate when things change with work because I get so wrapped up in it- and just- it doesn’t give me the best results.”

- Namjoon’s heart constricts as he thinks about you frustrated, and if he’s being honest, he wonders why he’d never noticed before. But now that he thinks about it you have been spending a little more time in your office than usual. “If there’s anything I can do to help…” he says trailing off at the end.

- He wishes he knew how to help you better, and wishes he was better at expressing his emotions. He’d never really learned how. His first owner hadn’t allowed him to be anything other than stoic when in his heart been anything but.

- You lean into him a little bit more and your head tilts up, your cheek rubbing soft against his, so so close to him, he can almost feel the curve of your mouth, almost feel your lips against his skin and the weight of that almost touches him more than your hand does when it comes to rest against his forearm.

- The touch too sensual, too tender, needed too much to bear it all, but the physical affection too good and too dreamed about for Namjoon too pull away. Everything feels like fresh electricity to Namjoon’s touched starved skin. “Honestly? This helped so much.”

- Namjoon squeezes you a little tighter. “You can help with the garden whenever you want.” And you do, though there is a small limit on what you can do because you don’t really like digging in the ground. The small worms startling you with their wriggles and unpleasantness, so you stick to pruning and watering.

- One night after dinner Namjoon chats to you about how he was thinking about getting more scented plants and planting them in the garden. And you blush and tell him that you’d love it if he did that.

- So Namjoon buys a trellis to go up the back wall and plants jasmine, honeysuckle and scented roses, that waft through your open windows when you keep them open to encourage an early summer breeze.

- One day you’re walking back from a new bookstore (which Namjoon wanted to check out to look for good books on gardening,) with Namjoon and Seokjin and you catch a sweet scent on the air and you stop. Namjoon searches for the plant to try to find out what the citrus scent is finding an orange tree on an old lady’s front porch.

- Namjoon finds one a few weeks later after he drags you to a different specialty garden store. He plants gardenias and lavender just as the first tomatoes start to ripen and the cilantro truly starts to explode and you find yourself sitting out on the steps more often to work.

- Namjoon spies a table on the side of the road with a pair of small wire chairs that someone’s throwing out, and drags them back to your house. he puts them on your little deck for you to sit at in the mornings. and when it gets warmer You prop up your laptop, not really working, just Listening to the soft sound of the city echoing in the distance and your hybrid softly humming to himself.

- seokjin will bring out little bits of food for whatever he's making for you to try, or sit and play cards with Namjoon on that table, sometimes seokjin even leaves the doors open so the three of you can be in each others space even more.

- One day, Seokjin walks into the kitchen and cries out. “Namjoon! What’s this?” he holds up the sprig of rosemary and a handful of basil leaves like an accusation, and Namjoon looks down at the floor his hears pinned to his head.

- “I um- I planted some herbs in the garden because I thought you might…like to cook with them?” he says shyly, refusing to meet Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin stands there stunned- that the wolf boy actually planted things with him in mind? The garden that he puts all of his efforts into? The garden that he works on every day- some of that garden was planted for Seokjin?

- “Oh.” He says, wishing that it wasn’t so obvious when he blushed, Namjoon waits for the elder to dismiss him; to say that he shouldn’t have planted them because he’ll never use them and it’s just easier to buy them at the store. but instead, Seokjin says “Well in that case- I need a little more of the rosemary if I’m going to make baked potatoes tonight for dinner- would you grab some for me?” Namjoon jumps and runs to get him more ecstatic that he’d been accepted.

- “I thought you were making a side salad tonight to better complement the chicken?” you say idly from the table and where you’ve been reading. Sending him a knowing smile.

- “Oh, hush,” Seokjin says, “who am I to refuse him when he’s so sweet?”

- “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you like him Jin.” You say with teasing air, a little too happy about the obvious but trying not to be obvious flirting that just went on in the kitchen.

- “Aish woman, you’re never going to let me live are you?” you brush your hand against Jin’s palm, pressing against the underside and feeling the way he softly trembles.

- “Nervous?” you ask, a little breathless, Seokjin leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Starting things always makes me nervous,” Seokjin admits softly, but he gives no more explanation than that. He has no explanation beyond the warm feeling in his chest when Namjoon comes running back in, almost knocking one of his pans off the burner, missing it only thanks to Seokjin’s steady hands which grab him “Namjoon! Be careful you could burn yourself!”

- Namjoon’s smile is incandescent as he ignores Seokjin’s words blatantly. “I didn’t know how much you wanted so I got a whole branch! And There where also some tomatoes ripe so I-” Namjoon blushes, can’t meet Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin sees that Namjoon’s brought in far too much for just one meal. His heart swells as Namjoon shoves all of the produce into Seokjin’s arms and promptly takes off back through the door back to his garden.

- Seokjin takes a glass and puts the rest of the rosemary in it and puts it on the windowsill and catches himself looking at it the next day fondly And thinks crap- he needs to ask you about this before anything happens, before the little sprouts of affection that he feels for the other hybrid start to grow and flower and make a home in his chest right next to his feelings for you.

- And he does, he goes up to your office at that moment. You hold up a finger as you prattle on to the person on your phone, talking about stocks in a way that lets Seokjin know that you’re too tired to continue working afterward. He’s careful to shut the door and close the open window, Namjoon is out in his garden again, like always, even though it’s been missing all afternoon, and he doesn’t want the other hybrid to overhear this conversation.

- “What is it Jin?” you ask when you’re finished, and he takes one step towards you and kneels, emotions filling his mouth and not letting words out, lying his head onto your lap and lifting your hand to his ears. You huff happily at the forceful taking of affection, something sweetened by familiarity. But when your fingers brush against his mouth you find a frown there. You mirror it without seeing it, “What’s wrong honey, what’s got you so upset?”

- “I know we don’t talk about us all that often, but you know that I love you, but I want you to know, if you want this to be a “Just us thing”- with Joonie- I won’t- not if you don’t want me to- if you-” Seokjin stutters the words not coming out right.

- “Jinnie you love him too,” you say, your voice breaking a little bit, chiding and gentle “and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t… feel something, so you don’t have to worry.”

- “He’s just so freaking cute.” Seokjin groans, the words almost a frustrated curse against your bare legs. because yes, You’re both totally whipped for him. the smiley and protective hybrid that’s as gentle as the plants he grows makes both of your hearts pitter pater like the rain on the roof of your home.

- And it’s a home with the three of you- not just any old house. The feeling of home and family and love is stitched into every inch of your lives and none of you wants that to ever change.

- A few days later, before Seokjin has a chance to act on his budding feelings, Seokjin is making another YouTube video in the kitchen when you and Namjoon are sitting in the living room. it’s raining too hard outside for Namjoon to work on his garden, and your show just ends.

- “I should probably go get some work done,” you sigh against Namjoon’s shoulder, a blanket covers the both of your laps, and his body is a line of warmth against your side. It might be nearing summer, but you always like being cozy. You purposeful put your air conditioner on a little early because of it. After all- you have literal furnace Kim Seokjin too sleep next to every night.

- Namjoon makes a noncommittal noise of ascent, he doesn’t want you to leave, but he won't stop you when he knows you need to work. He doesn’t get his legs out of the way fast enough and you fall into him. But he manages to catch you, one hand of yours falls on his chest, and the other on his right arm, you let out a little oof sound.

- Namjoon looks up, an apology already on his lips, and any other day he’d think a totally different when your breath runs over his face but you… your hand on his arm, it’s tracing what’s underneath his clothes.

- The long sleeve shirt is too thin and unlike usual he’s not wearing a thick sweatshirt, he should have known your overactive senses would be able to feel them right now.

- You pause for a moment, putting two and two together, “Joon?” you ask tentatively.

- Then He’s depositing you on the other side before you can say anything else, standing up and leaving the living room as quickly as he can. His pulse jumping with anxiety- because you can't know, he’d just started to get comfortable here. he’d been so careful, he doesn’t want you to find out. Knowing you could send him away if you find out about his most terrible secret.

- You aren’t letting him get away, even as Namjoon tries to escape to his garden, going through the kitchen.

- Seokjin makes an aggravated sigh and pauses the camera before turning off the burner. “Guy’s! You’re going to make me burn the Onions-“ and he’s about to educate you on the perfect mixture of crunchiness and gumminess, but then he sees how you’re trailing after Namjoon looking conflicted, you manage to catch his arm. “Namjoon wait-”

- “It’s nothing- don’t worry about it- I��m not-” he reverses his direction, going for his shoes and his jacket, his anxiety is screaming at him- yelling at him to get away away away from the threat.

- The threat is this: your sad imploring expression trying to pay for Namjoon’s secrets, the ones he doesn’t share- not ever, and Seokjin’s wide eyes that are wanting to pry his chest open and have his secrets laid out on the floor of your kitchen.

- “Namjoon if you’re hurt you need to tell me-”

- “I don’t need to tell you anything!” the hybrid yells, you and Seokjin freeze. You’d never heard him yell before and suddenly Namjoon can’t breathe, the air too cloying and pressing on his chest.

- He takes his shoes with shaking hands and slams the door so hard that the ceramic pots he’d gotten by the door rattle, not even bothering to put them on before he leaves. Namjoon toes them on at the top of the steps and by the bottom, he’s running.

- Seokjin holds the pan of frying onions in his hands staring wide-eyed in the direction of the hybrid that’s just disappeared. “What the fuck?”

- You start to sniff in the doorway, and Seokjin drops the pan with a clatter in a when he realizes you’re crying, his hands and arms crush you to his chest, your tears soak into his apron. “Honey” his voice is soft and as sweet as the pet name he uses with you. “What’s wrong? What happened? What made Joonie so upset?”

- Seokjin rubs the tears away from your eyes as you swallow back a lump in your throat. “I fell against him and I felt something under his shirt- they where Scars Seokjin.”

*PART 3 COMING SOON*

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i’m slowly editing more fics for moo!jack, so here have the toot fic.

i still have no clue how to tie the two together, but at least i’ve gotten a chance to flesh the first part out

“He's underweight.”

Angela's got a stare that could freeze fire. She looks over her clipboard, eyeing Gabriel sternly

“He's very underweight. Do you feed him at all?”

“No, Ange, I tie him up and make him watch me eat steak – of course I feed him.” Gabriel rolls his eyes, “But I'm not going to stick a funnel down his throat.”

“I'm not saying 'use a funnel', but him being his underweight is seriously hampering his recovery.” Angel sits at her desk, slamming down her clipboard, “I'm his primary physician, I'm sure you can appreciate that worries me.”

Angela had been involved in Jack since he'd shown up at the shop, checking up on him every now and then and making sure he took his vitamins and supplements. She's a pretty good doctor – best one they've got in town, honestly. And although Jack still shys away from Angela over long periods, he's slowly come around to being cooperative for exams.

It's a relief – Gabriel's knowledge of medicine is solid, but it's not unlimited. Jack's still skittish about a lot – having a third party they both trust saves a lot of hassle.

Well. Some hassle – the hassle of getting his ass chewed out remains.

“So, what's the plan, doc?” Gabriel sits up, resting his arms on his knees, “Because I don't think bitching at me's going to get his weight up.”

“But it might make you take this seriously.” She rolls her eyes and thrusts a sheet of paper at him, “Proteins. He needs them. Time to put those master-chef skills to use, Gabriel.”

Gabriel snatches the paper, matching the sneer on her face, “Finally. I'll get to try out all those new, exciting dishes I keep seeing.”

“Try not to kill my patient, Señor.”

“I'll give it my best shot, Fraulein.”

“What smell so good?”

Gabriel peaks out of the kitchen – Jack's returned from one of his daily wanderings. He's surprisingly clean, still holding the knapsack Ana'd given him. Jack tosses it on the coatrack and walks into the kitchen, obviously following his nose.

“Pupusas.” Gabriel smiles at him, patting the dough between his hands, “I've already made a few, they're just cooling down right now.”

He motions towards the plate covered in dishtowels. Oil soaks the fabric, making small, oily circles.

“What's a pupusa?” Jack tilts his head, eyes big and blue. Gabriel turns away from his dough.

“It's like..filled pancakes.”

“Are they sweet?”

“Not really – some of them can be, but most are savory.” Gabriel tosses the dough into the air to form it, “I'm guessing you've never had one before?”

“Nope...They smell good.” Jack seems entranced, leaning forward as Gabriel begins to form the morsel, “They smell really good.”

“So you've said.” Gabriel tosses the cake onto the frying pan. It snarls and sizzles, “You can have one, if you want.”

He's not entirely sure if this is what Angela meant. There's a lot of oil in making these things, a lot of carbohydrates. But they're filled with good stuff – beans, cheese, avocado (he's smartly avoided using any meat). They're easy to store, easy to cook – if he's going to entice Jack to eat more, maybe having smaller foods with more portions would help?

He's not a doctor – but he's giving it his best shot.

“I'm...I'm okay, I still have-”

“No c'mon.” Gabriel turns from the griddle and pouts, “I can't eat these all on my own, Ana doesn't like them, and I don't want them to go to waste!”

“If you didn't want to waste them, why did you make so many?” He laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head, “I got carried away?”

“You don't say.”

Jack's frowning at the plate, rubbing his chin. Gabriel has to stomp down a good natured laugh – Jack looks so much better from when he first arrived. His pelt, which was once almost white-blonde) has taken a more sunny color, the tan patches a richer color. He was shaggy when he arrived – now he's freshly trimmed and washed, his face shaved clean (admittedly, he's got a pit of a baby face all cleaned up like that). The bags under his eyes are the only thing that speaks of his age.

“Look, just...try one.” Gabriel leans over and rips the fabric off, letting the smell of the freshly made treats waft in the air, “Eat one for me, and if you want more, then you can have them.”

Jack's eyes narrow – the suspicious, wary look breaks Gabriel's heart a little bit. It's the 'what's your goal, what's your scheme' look that's so ingrained in Jack now.

“...half?” He bargains, pulling the most brilliant smile he can muster, “A third? A fourth? C'mon Jackie, don't leave me hanging here.”

“My name's not Jackie.” Jack says grumpily as he snatches one cake from the plate and tosses it between his fingers. They're still hot – not scalding, but not cool enough to hold easily. He slowly lifts the food to his mouth before he stops and glares at it, giving it another sniff, “Why do you want me to eat this so bad?”

“Because you've never had one.”

“How could you know that – I literally just told you that.”

“Okay. Well, how does “I wanted pupsas and didn't want to eat them alone” sound?”

Jack turns his glare to Gabriel, ears flopping back and forth – and then he grabs of a hunk of pupusa with his teeth and rips the hunk off, chewing noisily.

Gabriel turns back to the griddle – busying himself with his cooking. He keeps an ear out – hears Jack finish the first one, hesitate, and then take a second pupsa.

You can never just have one.

Jack gains a good chunk of weight that night on the cakes alone – Gabriel's pleased as punch, happy to hand him more and more food.

It's all about presentation – Jack doesn't like being watched while he eats, so Gabriel turns to make more food. He doesn't mention how much he takes or how quickly he eats it, just shoves another plate towards him and asks him to “try this batch too”.

Getting him to even consider the food is a step in the right direction after all – they quickly learned upon moving in that Jack's got a host of food allergies that he's apparently just dealt with the past few months by limiting what he ate or not eating entirely – even on the auction diet he was forced on, he would forgo food for days on end until he was forced to eat by a stablehand. Angela wonders if they're stress related – the first (and subsequently last) time Gabriel made macaroni and cheese ended in a three hour trip to the restroom, followed by a plumber coming out to fix the “damage” and him having to comfort a distraught, embarrassed Jack by saying “shit happens” (even the plumber groaned at that).

He's temperamental about being forced to eat things he doesn't know – the first few weeks had one-too-many days running to the bathroom and dealing with horrible cramps and when pushed too hard, Jack does one of two things: breaks down or runs away.

So it's been a slow, steady process. They eat in the same room now, they even eat the same things sometimes. And the portions are slowly getting bigger and bigger – even if it's at a snail's crawl, every pound he gains brings Gabriel joy.

“I...shit, Gabe, I'm done.” Jack sits back, pushing the plate away.

Gabriel plops onto the other side of the table, taking a cake of his own – the last of the batch sits between them, still steaming and glistening. Jack sighs, his face twisting between utterly content and utterly....concentrated.

Gabriel gives Jack a good one-over as he slowly chews his food – there's a rosy glow in his cheeks that stand out stark against his pale skin and a bump's formed in Jack's belly. A food baby (Gabriel chuckles to himself – Jack could use a few more curves on him, he looks cute)

“Thanks for trying all those dishes for me – I haven't done those in forever.”

Jack blushes, sipping his glass, “Yeah...no problem.”

He shifts in his chair; Gabriel can hear his hoof starting to tap.

“What's the matter?”

Jack starts, ears perking up, “What?”

“You're staring off into space – you okay?”

“Yeah....yeah, I'm. I'm fine.”

Gabriel blinks – Jack doesn't look fine, he looks nervous as hell.

“Is it your stomach?”

“Huh?”

“Is your stomach acting up again?” Gabriel sits up, frowning – he learned from last time, get the kid some water and some space to let his body rest, “Do you need to lie down?”

“No...no, my stomach's fine but...” He puts an uneasy hand on his belly, not looking Gabriel in the eye. His ears flop nervously as he rubs his stomach, “Bloating. I guess.”

“Oh.” Gabriel sits back, taking another pupusa, “It doesn't hurt does it?”

“Naw, not at all.” Jack reassures him quietly, “Just...haydit.”

He mumbles the last word, propping his chin up on his hand, fingers covering his mouth. Gabriel smiles slightly and stands, scooting his chair to move next to Jack.

“Why?” He asks as Jack instinctively leans against his side.

“Don' like feelin fat.” He presses his face against Gabriel's chest, muttering into his shirt. Gabriel's heart breaks a little more. Jack's always had a horrible self-image – Gabriel would love him even if he was the size of a houseboat, but Gabriel can't “fix” him with love alone. That's what Angela and Ana and his therapist is for – Gabriel can only support him and help him get better.

“Lo siento, toro.” He lays his head against Jack's, pressing a kiss to his horn, “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothin'.” Jack mutters, reaching out and snagging a hunk of Gabriel's pupusa – he nibbles on it miserably, “Just support me. I guess.”

“Of course.”

The night starts out normal enough.

Gabe's used to going to bed stark naked – he's taken to wearing boxers now that Jack has conquered his bed. Beneath the covers, he tries to make an effort to hide the hard-on he gets as Jack gets ready for bed, brushing his hair, his teeth, shinning his stubby (but growing!) horns.

To which Jack laughs and proceeds to suck him off as they fall asleep, lapping and sucking on Gabriel's cock, mouthing at his heavy sac. Jack loves giving head, can't get enough of it – he's a greedy bovine in that regard, giving head the way Gabriel likes it, sloppy, wet, mouthy.

He swallows around Gabe as he cums, not letting a drop slip past his lips. Gabriel's delicious, the perfect mix of salty, bitter, and creamy.

He pushes away Gabriel's hand when Gabriel reaches to touch him.

“Unlike you I don't need to get off before bed every night.” He teases as he lays on the bed. Gabriel slots himself against Jack's back, one hand resting against the curve of Jack's thigh. He can just feel how wet Jack is but Jack is a horrible tease and won't let Gabriel taste him yet.

What a brat.

someone help i can’t tie these two together still OTL

“Jesus fuck”

Gabriel presses his thighs together, hooves knocking each other other loudly. The bright red that coated Jack's face runs down his neck, creeping over his shoulders. Gabriel's cock is slick, between the thick folds of Jack's cunt, soaking wet and sticky. There's another blast of air – it's like the best toy he's ever used times a hundred, the hot vibration directly against the sheath of his cock. Gabriel laughs snidely, thrusting his cock up against those slippery folds.

“You're so disgusting.” he laughs, squeezing Jack's thighs. The flesh dimples beneath his fingertips, his pelt wonderfully soft, “Is your stomach really that sensitive?”

“F-Fuck off.” Jack grumbles, bitting his lip, his hands locked over Gabriel's. Even if Gabriel wanted to let go – he certainly wouldn't be now. Jack groans, his stomach groaning again – every shallow thrust drives him wild, his sex dripping against Gabriel's pelvis, “Fuck!”

He huffs, utterly humiliated as he rips a loud one against Gabriel, ears hanging low. One hand covers his face, the other still over Gabriel's hand, “You're the sick one you- oh god right there – how are you g-getting – fuck fuck fuck – how are you getting off on this?”

“How could I not? Your sloppy pussy's all wet for me, ready for me to wreck you.”

#moo!jack #moo!jack's going to have his own tag #r76 stuff #toot toot #unedited drabbles

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