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obsessivevoidkitten · 1 year

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The Werewolf’s Bitch

Yandere Male Werewolf x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, breeding, knotting, inhuman genitals, reader eaten out, drool, piss marking, watersports, scent marking, lycanthropy, reader bitten by werewolf at end, smut, kidnapping, reader briefly stalked, general yandere behavior, yandere bully, bullied reader) Word Count: 4.4k (Sorry that this is being reposted, I needed to edit the story and tumblr would not let me until I just deleted the whole thing, anyway, I worked extremely hard of this so I could hurry up and do more commissions, I am panicking because the window for cool season planting is nearly upon us. I normally would NOT rush to post a fic in the same day that I already posted one. I know the watersports is not everyone’s thing, but it has been a while since I wrote a fic with that kink and when I asked reader’s whether or not I should I got only positive responses, so I hope some people like this)

You were a librarian, you had always had a penchant for books, an obsession really, and you loved reading many different kinds. Right now you were reading The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud, it was a fantasy series. It didn’t matter whether or not you liked the fantasy genre, your friend who was not super into reading kept recommending the series to you so you had to give it a shot. You were enjoying the light breeze and gentle sunshine towards the back of the park, in a lightly wooded area where the park gradually shifted into a forest. Leisurely, you continued to read until the sun just began to set. Little did you know someone was watching you from the trees. Axle hadn’t seen you in years, though it wasn’t uncommon for his thoughts to drift to you. He had a serious crush on you in high school, but so worried about his image he had not wanted to date the nerd so he bullied you instead. Relentlessly. He often thought what if he had been sweeter on you and more up front about his feelings, he’d probably have his arms wrapped around you and his cock buried deep inside you. Axle still would have picked on you, of course, it was how he showed affection and dominance, but it wouldn’t have been nearly cruel and relentless as it had been. And he would have been really sweet to you at times too, since he was sure little nerdy bookworms liked that kinda shit. His life wasn’t all bad though, he had been “afflicted” with lycanthropy. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the legends and folklore made it seem, for most people. Most were not feral and could freely change forms whenever they wished, from human, to wolf, and to the bulky hybrid form that most people thought of when they heard the word “werewolf.” There were exceptions though, some people did go feral in their wolf forms and change unwillingly during full moons. An encounter with one such creature was what had passed on the magical gift to him. Now his life was free, he lurked the woods for prey, hunted and then cooked what he had caught in a large cave he had claimed as his den. The lifestyle suited him, he could pretty much do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, but it was a lonely existence and he wished he had a mate. Axle had been walking around, contemplating what he could do to get some friends or maybe even a lover when suddenly his nose, now hypersensitive even in his human form, picked up a familiar scent. One that he had not smelled in years but nevertheless one that he would be able to place anywhere. He had stolen whiffs of you while having you in headlocks and pushing you into lockers, had deeply inhaled the aroma of your underwear after sneaking into the locker room and stealing them whenever he was sure he wouldn’t get caught. So when he caught your wonderful smell in the breeze he bolted towards it. Just to watch, he thought to himself. And he did just watch, for a while. His eyes drank in your sight as the golden afternoon sun illuminated you so perfectly. Still such a fucking bookworm, reading all the way out here. The more he looked at you the tighter his pants got, would it really be such a bad thing if he just took you away? He could steal all the books you could want if that made you happy. You’d look so cute reading by the fire before he impaled you on his dick. It wasn’t like you could get away from him, even without his new found abilities he was faster and stronger than you could ever hope to be, but now that he was supernaturally imbued there was no chance you could ever get away from him. If you screamed it was okay, there were no witnesses around for the abduction and when he was fucking you back in his den there would be no one around for miles. He readjusted his cock in his torn jeans, fully erect at the thought. He talked himself into it. It wasn’t that hard, this may be his chance to have the future with you he had missed out on previously. You started to get up to leave, placing the book you had been reading into your backpack with the rest of your books that you planned to get through. Suddenly someone rushed out from the trees and snatched your backpack before you could put it on, running with it deeper into the forest. All you could see was their back as they ran off. Axle made sure not to run too fast because he knew you would chase him without thinking to get your precious books. “Please stop! Please! There’s nothing in there other than books! Please!” You screamed and chased the figure deep into the forest, until a chill ran through you as you looked around. You no longer recognized where you were and it was getting ever darker. Axle could have just used force to bring you this far, but he was enjoying playing with you like he used to. Just as you began to turn around and give up on the figure before you he turned around and was on you in an instant.

You recognized him immediately as you saw his face before he put his arm around your neck and licked up your neck creepily. You’d never forget who those mischievous eyes, cruel smirk, snake bite piercings and spiky punk style blond hair that was shaved at the sides belonged to.

“A-Axle!? What the heck!? Let go! Wh-what do you want with me,” your voice was filled with fear and your eyes began to water, threatening to cry. “Well, you were in my neighborhood and I thought we could catch up~” You kept struggling in his grip, but you were winded from the chase earlier. What he said made no sense, there were no nearby homes, but you were a bit too busy to really contemplate his words. You punch and kicked at him but he just laughed like he had just heard the most hilarious joke, it would have been very insulting if being in a dark forest being manhandled by your old bully wasn’t so terrifying. Axle moved his arm around your neck then ruffled your hair, something about the gesture made you think he wasn’t out to just kill you. But then he gripped your arm tighter and started dragging you deeper into the woods. Your writhing and struggles to free yourself from his iron grasp did nothing to slow him down in the least. There was still a long way to go though, and instead of dragging you and hurting your much more delicate arms he hoisted you into his arms and slung you over his shoulder before starting to run at a speed not normal for a human. This also had the added benefit of scaring you and making you cry those adorable tears of yours. You kicked and screamed the whole time he held you, but the only thing you managed to accomplish was a severely sore throat and further exhaustion. In only a few short minutes Axle covered quite a distance with you. Not tired or out of breath at all despite the speed he ran at or the fact that he was carrying an entire adult on his shoulders. When he arrived at the cave he sat you down on a large bundle of stolen pillows, coats, blankets, and other soft materials. “W-where are we? Wh-why did you bring me here,” you asked almost unintelligibly through the hoarseness of your voice and the fear causing you to stammer. The fear you felt actually tugged a tiny bit at Axle’s heart, he just wanted to teasingly scare you, not make you all terrified. Poor little wimp. His little wimp, he thought, feeling a bit fluttery. Axle sat down beside you and roughly pulled you into his lap before caressing your arm and holding you close, in a manner he thought may be comforting. “What are you d-d-doing!? I don’t like this!” You were, understandably, immensely uncomfortable. Your former bully had his hands all over you. Did he think this was a hilarious prank? And why did he live in a cave? Was he a serial killer that lived in the woods in search of victims?? With each question your heartbeat increased. Axle could hear your heartbeat. Still so sweet and fearful, just like you always had been~ But he didn’t want you to only associate him with fear and have a heart attack every time he held you. “Shhh, babe, shhh. It’s alright. I promise I won’t hurt you okay? I’ll keep you nice and safe~” Apparently he was not tactful enough to realize that licking and sucking at your oh so sensitive neck, was not very soothing to you. When you thrashed more and not less he got the memo and just held you close instead. There would be time for other stuff later. Right now holding you was enough, drinking in your scent like it was booze, and it was almost more intoxicating. He laid down on his side and pulled a very confused and scared you close to him once more, his arms hugging you tightly as if clinging to a life preserver. While Axle had never slept better than that night with you in his arms you stayed up until sheer exhaustion forced you into a troubled sleep. And when he woke he was so happy, he had half been worried everything had been a dream but no, you were really in his arms like you should have been for all these years. Axle wanted you to be awake so he determined that the most prudent way to wake you up was to pinch your ass. Much to his satisfaction, you woke up easily with a startled yelp, almost jolting off of the bedding. You were confused for a moment as your brain scrambled to remember where the fuck you were and why the fuck you were there instead of at home in your comfortable and familiar bed. And what had just assaulted your butt? Then the memories of the night before smacked into you like a brick wall. Axle. He had kidnapped you and spooned you all night for some unknown reason. Probably some sick prank, if he was just going to beat you up and murder you he would have done that already right? Not say all that stuff trying to comfort you before sleeping by you. Axle pulled you close and once again drew his tongue slowly up your cheek, like it was some sort of odd kiss, it creeped you out but you didn’t say anything opting instead to flinch away at his touch. “Oh come on, don’t be such a pussy, I haven’t hurt you,” he said smirking, obviously enjoying the bit of fear he caused from such a small action. “A-are you ever going to tell me why the hell you made me come here?” “What? I haven’t made you cum yet! Hahaha, I will later though.” You rolled your eyes at his juvenile joke but he just stared at you with a hungry look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m serious! Wh-why am I here, this is insane and illegal! I-I’m leaving!” You started to walk towards the path that led to the cave entrance, but Axle growled in such an animal-like and primal way while stepping forward to block your path that it frightened you into remaining still. “You’re not leaving okay, nerd? You want to know why you’re here? Well it’s so I can fuck you silly and have someone to spend time with. I’m your boyfriend and you’re my property. So sit down, read your little books by the fire, and get settled because I am going to go get us some food and when I come back we are going to eat then we are going to go at it like rabbits.” You stared at him with eyes wide, now more paralyzed than ever with fear and utter bewilderment. He couldn’t be serious could he? You didn’t want that at all, this is the piece of shit that made your entire middle and high school years an absolute horror to get through. During your stunned silence he walked up to you and kissed you quickly on the lips before rushing out of the cave to search for some food. Was he stupid on top of absolutely bat shit crazy? Did he really think you were just going to stay here to be raped by him? Did he actually believe that you would be totally okay with being abducted by your former bully and you would be so enamored with him that not only would you let him put his dick anywhere you but you would also let him be your boyfriend?? Obviously that was not going to fucking happen in any way, shape, form, or fashion. You gave him a few minutes to get far away and then you gathered your bag of reading materials and headed out of the cave that Axle called home. It was too easy, luckily you remembered the general direction back to the park and began on your merry way, running as fast as your feet could carry you. Axle, though, was not really stupid. He may have been a bit of an impulsive hothead and a brute, but he was not without some intelligence. He figured you would almost certainly try to escape while he was out and about and he kept his hunt somewhat near the cave, and down wind from it. Once you left the shelter the wind quickly carried your scent right to his powerful nose. He could smell you so clearly and immediately made a beeline for your precise location. You had thought things were going well, you had put significant distance between you and the cave and were sure he would not be able to catch up to you. But you heard some rustling through the grass and a snap of twigs. You turned around and saw him coming right for you with unholy speed, Axle. Somehow he managed to close the distance between the two of you much faster than should have been possible before lunging and tackling you to the forest floor. This time you didn’t even bother struggling once he had a hold of you. Once more he slung you over his shoulder, smirking this time as you went limp, that was good. At the very least you were learning you could not fight him. Now you only had to learn you couldn’t run either. He wasn’t worried, you were a nerd after all, you would learn quickly. Before you knew it you were back in the cave, he placed you carefully on the rocky floor. You looked at him curiously wondering what he was going to do to you. He responded only with a shit eating grin. He began trying to take off your pants and clothes, and you struggled as much as you could. Which disappointed him, he thought you would have realized that he could always over power you, he had always been able to. Axle let out another beastly growl and that seemed to get the message across, this was happening. As he undid his belt you began to fear the worst, you were sitting naked below him as he was about to whip out his dick, what else could you expect to happen? You began to cry and plead for him not to rape you. He used his belt to tie up your arms before he pulled his pants down slightly. You stared at him as he stood before you with his prick aimed directly at you. Before you could figure out what he was doing he unleashed a hot stream piss all over your naked body. The smell was pungent and you gagged a bit as some of the fluid found its way into your mouth, he must have been holding it for a while because he completely drenched you. Axle had a devilish grin. “This should help remind you of your place. You are my little bitch got it? The scent will make it much easier to smell you and keep anyone else away. And I doubt you will try to scurry off without clothes.” Your abductor laughed maniacally as he emptied your books out on the table and took the bag. He placed all your clothing in it before slinging it around his back. “Be a good little weakling and wait here. Not that you have a choice,” he said as he departed. Axle made a mental note to scent mark you like that regularly, you covered in his scent made him almost lose control and breed you right then and there. But you both needed food, you were a fragile little thing he desperately wanted to take good care of and keep healthy and you would both need your energy for the all night fuck fest he had planned. Back on the floor of the cavern you were defeated, your face wet with tears and piss. You reeked of him and the fluid was becoming dry and sticky in places. This wasn’t fair, what had you done to deserve this. You never bothered anyone, you were a sweet person who just wanted to be lost in their books. You lay on that floor, stiff, stinking, and sticky for what felt like hours until Axle returned, but in reality he had only been gone around fifty or so minutes. He sauntered in with a hand that held a bundle of dead rabbits, and another hand full of foraged vegetables, fruits, and nuts. You wondered how he had caught anything. He did not seem to have any weapons or traps around. “Ah, there’s my good little bitch, I see you stayed in place for me.” Axle took his haul of food into another room of the cavern, presumably a larder or kitchen of some sort, before coming back and tending to you. He undid the belt binding your arms and was about to clean you up, but something about you stopped him. He paused and took a moment to just stare at you, so obedient, so drenched in his scent, so good for him. A perfect little mate. And a perfect mate needed to be bred and marked in the most permanent manner possible. Forgetting his plans to feed the both of you and then go at it later that night sniffed at you and let out a low growl. He needed to mate his bitch. Now. You were limp as a rag doll as he picked you up and put you in the pile of bedding material, despite the gross “scent marking” that he had applied to you not even being rinsed off yet. You felt Axle’s warm tongue carefully licking at your crotch, occasionally he broke away to kiss your soft thighs. His strong hands roamed every inch of your flesh that they could reach. He was like an animal as he began lapping at your entrance, stretching you out and getting you ready for mating. When his tongue slid into you it finally elicited a response and broke you out of your catatonic state. You tried to push him away to no avail, though he did take a moment to look up at all the commotion. As you looked at him you realized he almost seemed a bit larger than he was earlier, and had he always had that stubble, you could have swore that he had been clean shaven. Not that you had been in the best emotional state to make such careful observations. But then you saw a change made before your very eyes, and there was no denying it. His previously brown eyes had turned a fierce glowing yellow and as drool pooled and dripped at the corners of his mouth his teeth grew longer and sharper. Now you were really scared, more terrified than you had been since your kidnapping, what was this beast? Meanwhile Axle was running almost entirely on instinct, he had a vague sense of self but his impulses were simply too strong for him to ignore. The more you struggled the more he felt the unbearable need to prove himself to you. You were denying him as his mate so he had to show you how strong and capable he was, he had to be the mightiest he could be so you would be happy with him and have no doubts who the strongest man for you was. No doubt who owned you. He continued to transform into a full blown werewolf right before your very eyes. His clothing tore away as they were ripped apart by the muscles bulging out beneath, thick blonde fur covered every inch of his body, claws grew from his nails, you could see glimpses of a tail swinging strongly behind him and his ears grew longer. His erect cock became canine like in nature and his musky nuts sung below, full of potent seed to fill you with. You screamed in terror and tried to kick him away but the beast that was formerly Axle would not allow itself to be denied. Had to mate you. Had to prove himself as a good partner. Had to show you he was powerful, could keep you safe. You tried to kick him away but this only cemented in his mind the absolute need to subdue you and yew his. During his shift into his strongest form you had managed to scoot away from him, he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back towards him, you tried to grab at anything you could to stop him, futilely throwing pillows and blankets at him in a last ditch hail Mary attempt to get away, but it was as hopeless as all your other attempts. When he had you under him he forced you into a mating press and shoved his hard cock to the hilt inside of your drool slickened hole. Once he was deep inside he let loose another wave of piss. Had to mark your insides as his property. Had to. Needed to make sure no one else thought about using his property. His mate. His. After Axle had once again marked you with his urine he began slowly thrusting in and out of you. But he quickly got tired of the pace, werewolves were not exactly known for restraint, especially when so deeply under the spell of their instincts. You yelped as he painfully shoved himself in and out of your quickly sore hole. Precum, drool, and piss leaked out of you and down his shaft and balls as he bred you, his huge nut sack slapping your ass with every thrust. Luckily you had been so well lubed by all of his fluids or else you would have been in extreme pain. You were ashamed to admit it but your body was betraying you and the railing you were receiving from this barely human monster was beginning to feel amazing. His knot was slowly swelling within you, creating delicious friction as it rubbed against your inner walls. But interrupting any climax you were making your way towards was Axle as he nuzzled your neck with his wet nose before aggressive licking and nipping at it. But he did not stop there, he had to mark you, make you his mate, claim you in every way, you’d look even more beautiful wearing his claim. So without hesitation or forethought for the consequences of turning you into a werewolf, he bit down at the nape of your neck. Hard. You cried out in a startled shock as he licked away the blood from your fresh wound. He had to comfort his mate. Had to. He didn’t stop licking until your tears lessened and you seemed relatively calm. The entire time he was biting you though he was still fucking you at a moderate pace, and he finally came to the beautiful sound of your overstimulated cries and whimpers. You were so good for him. Perfect fragile little bitch made to be filled up full of his seed and protected by him. You felt a growing pressure inside of you as his knot reached full size, binding the two of you together, and his cock throbbed deep within you as it shot rope after rope of warm semen. You had not gotten your climax yet though, and he couldn’t accept that, you had taken his so so well, you had been such a good mate, the perfect breeding bitch, you even took his mark and everything. Even if it wasn’t by choice. You deserved to feel pleasure. So Axle rocked his hard knot back and forth inside you, as much as he could move it with it at the size that it was, and slowly coaxed an orgasm from your hot mess of a body. He stopped when he felt it and heard you moan and whimper loudly, your voice full of pleasure. After achieving his goal of pumping his wimpy bookworm full he finally regained clarity of mind and his instincts lost their grip on his actions. He realized what he had done and was a bit embarrassed he had lost control like that. He had planned to very slowly ease you into the truth about being a werewolf. Still, he couldn’t argue with the results, you passed out under him from all the sensations he had brought to you, and him on top of you with his cock tight and snug within your hot depths. He was not in the least worried about you being a werewolf, it would only make you more dependent on him, you did not know the first thing about being one. And if you ever did escape he could always overpower you. He was stronger than you when you were both humans and he would remain stronger than you in any form. You would always be Axle’s bitch.

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wearywinchester · 9 months

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Washed Away

Dean Winchester x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: “Hi 😊 Would you be willing to write a fluffy fic of the reader helping dean take a shower or the other way around?? Please?? No pressure though!!”

Summary: Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt.

Warnings: angst, injury, mentions of blood, language, implied nudity, fluff

Brutal.

That’s the only way you could describe the last two days. Absolutely, wholeheartedly brutal.

Hunting was supposed to be easy by now. It was supposed to be routine, motions and actions done without much thought at all behind them. It’d vary from hunt to hunt, monster to monster, but it’d all blend into the same thing when it came down to it.

But you were wrong, so beyond wrong this time. The hunt went a million miles south, headed towards disastrous and fast.

You couldn’t believe it even, but the way you’d been feeling since said hunt had you eventually believing that it actually was that bad. And the stings and burns of the injuries you’d sustained and walked away with had been plenty of a reminder that it was horrible.

You were practically thrown around like a damn rag doll by the seemingly demon ghost hybrid that really must’ve had it out for you. If the scrape to your cheek, the cut on your forehead and other miscellaneous bumps and bruises were of any indication that is.

But more importantly, you were rattled from it. So utterly spooked after having been by yourself for a large chunk of time while this entity tried its very best to make you terrified while Dean was losing his mind looking for you. You were so beyond upset and shaken, and the idea of doing anything by yourself, anything at all, sounded unbelievably undesirable, something that made your stomach churn at the thought.

And you hated it. You hated feeling helpless, or scared. It made you feel smaller than small and weak, even though it’s considered just the opposite. Nothing can break the stubbornness of your mind on the matter, yet you were too fear stricken, too tired and upset to give even half a damn about not wanting to do something so simple as to take a shower by yourself.

Dean didn’t know just how shaken up you were, just how awful you felt. How uneasy you felt within yourself, an unsettled feeling in the pit of your stomach that sent panic flurrying up into your chest at a near constant rate. You were scared, and he didn’t know how much.

He does, but you don’t know that.

He knows that as you sit on the bench in the bunker bathroom, watching as he turns the water on. He’s got two small piles of clothes folded on the counter. They practically looked identical, two sets of his own clothing. But he knows you, and he knows you prefer his clothing over your own.

It’s quiet save for the water splashing down against the tile and the clear of his throat, and you’re almost too wrapped up in your own little world to notice the green eyed hunter kneeling down in front of you. Didn’t notice till he tapped your knee.

“Showers almost ready, sweetheart,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards slightly in a soft half smile.

You simply nod, eyes flickering over his face as you sit before him. That look he gave you lingered, gentle yet worried all the same as you lift your hand. You run your hand through his hair briefly, smoothing it down to settle on his cheek. You felt the prickle of his stubble on your palm and shortly after you leaned forward, forehead pressed to his for a few moments.

You breathed in and held it for a second or two, releasing a heavy sigh through your nose, long and drawn out.

You felt the way he bumped your nose with his own, and you felt the way his hands rested around your ankles. You felt the way his breath brushed against your lips, warm and gentle, fleeting with every inhale. And you felt the way his thumbs brushed along your skin softly.

You dropped your hand and stayed there for a moment or two, eyes closed as you fidgeted with a button on his flannel. Eyes closed until you thought too much about that hunt and had to open them again as if it’d erase that fear, that feeling.

His warmth left you momentarily, his hands gliding up your calves, and you felt his kiss on your forehead before he stood to his feet.

You watched as he walked over to the shower and stuck his hand under the stream, watching his small nod of approval at the temperature before he turned back and walked to you.

“Water’s ready,” he murmurs, running a hand over your head as he looks down at you from where you sit.

You don’t quite look at him yet, looking around the rather spacious bathroom, at the shower as the water runs and pounds against the tile floor. After a few moments you turn your head and look up at him, his hand falling away.

You simply nod, shoulders slumped and you can’t help but notice that look he’s got on his face, the one that’s got all the empathy in the world. Dean Winchester might be incredibly rough around the edges, might be extremely gruff, but he was damn sure the sweetest and gentlest there could be. Contrary to popular belief.

But that side doesn’t show very often for just the average person.

“Want me to help?” He asks, and you nod again.

He drops to his knees, dropping a kiss to your forehead on the way down.

He tugs at the laces of your boots, working at the double knots you always put in. They were fairly loose this time, pulling the tattered laces free. He made a mental reminder to pick up some new ones for you.

He pulled at the tongues of your boots to loosen them some more, starting with one foot and pulling it off, then moving to the other. It was a relief to have those shoes off, feet feeling sore and overly warm, the material and soles unforgiving after a while.

He hooked his fingers in the ankles of your socks, pulling them off your feet. Another relief.

You sigh softly as he looked up at you, your pile of discarded clothes slowly building.

You stood up slowly, the soreness you felt having you scrunching up your face slightly. He worked at unbuckling your belt with ease, unzipping your jeans. He was careful as he slid them down, cautious of any scrapes or cuts he may not know about. He didn’t want to cause anymore hurt than you’d already been feeling. You put your hand on his shoulder as he bent down and helped you step out of them, tugging them from around your ankles.

He tossed the dirtied denim onto the pile, returning his focus back to you. His fingers found the bottom of your shirt, and you lifted your arms as he tugged the fabric up, the movement only worsening the soreness as you let out a soft whine.

It wasn’t until now that he saw the bruises that littered your thighs and your knees, you shins too. It wasn’t until then that he saw just how much damage was done by that damn demon ghost jerk that threw his sweetheart around like you weighed nothing at all. He saw it and it made him angry, a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach forming. He wished he would’ve made that monster suffer more before he ganked it.

He was quick to discard his own clothes, disregarding how sore he felt, and the few minor injuries of his own. He wanted to change before helping you out of your undergarments, didn’t want you to have to stand there and feeling as vulnerable as a person could feel. And he knew you were cold, could tell by the way you hugged his flannel around yourself tightly.

That pile of dirty clothes was larger now, and you shrugged off his flannel with a quiet breath, the chilly bathroom air sending shivers along your skin.

He was just as gentle to help you out of your undergarments, tossing them aside.

You made small steps towards the shower, the warmth of his hand on the small of your back having made that comforting feeling return to you.

The water was warm but not too hot as you stepped under the stream, though to fresh scrapes and cuts, it felt scalding and burning. He noticed the way you winced, and the way you pulled the affected areas away from the water momentarily. It sent a pang through him as he tugged the curtain closed, the chilly air stuck on the other side of it now rather than seeping in.

“You okay?” He asks, brushing wet strands of your hair out of your face and away from the wounds on your skin.

“‘M fine,” you say, looking up at him.

He didn’t believe it.

“Is the water too hot?” He asks, the pad of his finger brushing along the curve of your ear, his thumb swiping against your temple.

You shake your head, watching the way his eyes flicker back and forth between yours, the crease between his brows very much apparent. He was trying to read you, you knew that. And you also know he could probably see right through you, but that was no surprise. He knew you like the back of his hand.

He simply hums, those dimples appearing by the corners of his mouth ever so slightly.

His hair was flattened down by the water, brushing against the tips of his eyebrows. The lighting accentuated his freckles, pretty flecks the smattered all across the bridge of his nose and branching upward to his forehead in less noticeable speckles unless you were right up close. They went downward and dusted along his lips.

But they also dotted along his chest lightly, spreading over his shoulders, hidden under the tattoo on his chest. You traced your finger along it briefly before dropping your hand with a sigh.

His hands came up and smoothed your hair away from your face once more.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he says, a gentle command.

You do so, watching his hand reach out beside you and snag the shampoo bottle from the shelf.

You hear the lid click open, and moments pass before you feel a polite tug on the ends of your hair, signaling you to tip your head back. You hear him set the bottle down, and it wasn’t long before you felt the coolness of the shampoo hit your scalp.

His fingers tangled in your hair and rubbed your scalp in soothing circles, working in the fresh smelling product, careful not to get too close to the cut on your forehead.

You were still very on edge despite the calming moment you were in right now, despite the man who would protect you from any and everything having been right there. You still felt unsettled despite being in a protected bunker that was always kept locked, safe from not only just the regular outside world, but the supernatural one too.

Fear still pulsed through you, that shaky feeling you had was still there and making you feel uneasy. It was still there and gripping you, demanding your focus no matter how hard you tried to move it elsewhere.

Dean noticed, of course he did. And when the pipes made the noises they make when the hot water runs through them, those damn old pipes, it nearly makes you jump out of your skin at the very sound of it. You’ve got to calm down and you know that.

You turn around, arms folded to your chest. The stream from the shower pushed your hair in your face now that your head wasn’t tipped back, and some of the shampoo had gotten into your cut and scrape, but you didn’t care so much about that as you did calming down.

“‘S okay, just you and me in here,” he murmurs, tipping your chin back slightly as he nods at you, making sure you’re understanding him.

You release a heavy exhale, some of your shakiness following with it as you mirror his nod, knowing that it’s silly to be scared right now. You’re in your home, your very well secured home, and you’re with Dean. There was absolutely no way anything could get you. You need to relax, so you tried your best.

That cut on your forehead stung from the soap, and he tipped your head back, working the product out of your hair until it’s fully rinsed out. He was ever so gentle, working with soft movements.

The pad of his thumb brushed over your forehead, brows narrowing at the sight of your injury. He was more than displeased, of course he was. The thought of any grimy monster—or anything— laying it’s hands on you made a certain anger bubble and sit heavy in the pit of his stomach. A rage.

His hand slid down and settled on your cheek, it’s calloused warmth far different and much better than the warm water of the shower that’d been washing over you.

His thumb caressed your cheek, a delicate motion. It was so grounding in the present moment, a moment where your mind was trying to be in a million different places at once. He knew that, could tell by the way your hands trembled, and the accidental frown on your lips. Could tell immediately.

His other hand settled on your other cheek, grabbing your face gently to kiss your forehead and then your nose.

“‘M gonna wash up, then we can head to bed. Okay, sweetheart?”

You simply nod.

He’s washed up in a matter of a couple minutes, clothes are on in another few. Everything was fresh and clean, the hunt washed away, the only thing having been left were the scars that came with it.

The sheets were clean, something Dean had a habit of doing before leaving for hunts. It was soft and familiar, warm and safe, much better than motel bed after motel bed. It was home.

You had to remind yourself of that, that you were safe and out of harms way. That you were home and comfortable, not stranded on a hunt with a monster on the loose and ready to hurt you.

“You thinkin’ again?” He asks several moments later.

You nod, a soft hum following it.

You hear his quiet chuckle, though there was no malice in it, no mocking. Just a knowing kind of laugh, because he knew you’re in your head more often than not.

But he simply pulls you closer from where he sits propped against the headboard, the tv playing softly from where it sits atop the dresser. You nestled in, tucked yourself in tight and tangled your legs with his, the warmth of the blankets and sheets incomparable to his body heat.

“Scooby’s on,” he shrugs, hiking you up to be closer to him.

“Mhm,” you hum.

You look up at him, all the love in your gaze as it flickers across his face until he meets your eyes. You lean up and kiss him, his stubble rough against your skin.

You lean over and kiss his cheek too before tucking your head in the crook of his neck, warm as ever as you nuzzled in close.

“I love you,” you whisper, unsure if it’d even be loud enough to hear.

But that kiss to your temple, the way he squeezed you closer, you knew he heard it.

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jeonjcngkook · 1 year

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industry baby: bts jeon jungkook collab

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turn the lights down low and the music up for the newst collab to hit mainstream screens around you. whether you’re reading about this through the hottest magazine in town, hearing about it through the newest tracks to hit streaming platforms or watching it all go down on demand; immerse yourself with the incredible seventeen new fics from our talented writers that are bound to be the newest talk of the town. afterall, we’re all part of the industry, baby.

title: part time lover | by @sketchguk

pairing: investigative journalist!jungkook x daycare-teacher!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jungkook. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jungkook desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

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title: the never ending man | by @joheunsaram

pairing: animator!jungkook x journalist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): ghibli studios au, documentary au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, maybe smut

summary: reclusive award-winning animator jeon jungkook is known for works of whimsy, creating heart warming epithets that provoke reflection of the world. when the news of his early retirement shocks the world, you decide to bring the man behind the pen to the forefront, documenting his last work. his fans deserve to know him, much like you do. after all, in his ten years in the industry, you're the only journalist he has ever deemed worthy of interviews.

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title: malevolence | by @jeonjcngkook

pairing: vampire-pornstar!jungkook x human!freader

genre(s)&au(s): modern vampire au, porn star au, smut, pwp, predator pray

summary: in a world where vampires live amongst the human world, it is strictly forbidden that hybrid relationships exist between the two. but for jungkook, bending the rules is just as much fun as bending his women; so when the opportunity for him to break more laws occurs, it only makes sense that he hunts you down to join him on set.

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title: hi, baby | by @sailoryooons

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!freader

genre(s)&au(s): strangers to lovers, pornstar au, pwp, slow burn if you squint

summary: from the moment jungkook met you on set, he was head over heels. the only problem? you weren’t scripted as his partner for any of his sex scenes. but there would always be another chance to sleep with you - right? after months of bad luck,things going awry, and mismatched schedules, jungkook finally gets the invitation to participate in an episode of the aphrodite house where he’s asked to pick his favorite pornstar to film with. it’s his dream come true and he can’t wait to have you.

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title: chatroom | by @chryblossomjjk

pairing: nerdy-virgin!jungkook x camgirl!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, a lil fluff and humor, strangers-to-lovers

summary: absolutely ravenous and sexually frustrated, jungkook decides to join a chatroom.

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title: best lover | by @joonberriess

pairing: stalker!jungkook x stalker-cam!girl

genre(s)&au(s): yandere, smut, angst

summary: a devoted fan leaves you in confusion and terror when he starts appearing outside of your streams. but whoever said you were innocent too?

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title: ambivalence | by @mercurygguk

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!fem reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers au, pornstar au, angst/smut, tiny bits of fluff

summary: you and jungkook used to be a thing before your careers took off but it ended badly, the result being hatred for one another. now, the universe is sick and twisted in all sorts of fucked up ways and brings the two of you back into each other’s lives; on the set for a porn video.

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title: tired of pretending | by @gimmethatagustd

pairing: musician!jungkook x ghostwriter(f)!reader

genre(s)&au(s): non-idol musician, coworkers to lovers, slowburn, smut, fluff, angst

summary: jungkook is known for his sensual pop songs that profess a love so deep fans regularly speculate who might be the recipient of his affection. outsiders don’t know that you’re the one writing his songs as his ghostwriter. while jungkook gains fame and fortune by unknowingly singing love songs written about your love for him, you feel yourself growing even more invisible.

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title: industry baby | by @joonberriess

pairing: solo-artist!jungkook x prissy-brat!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies w/benefits au, smut, small amounts of angst

summary: solo artist jeon jungkook has always been one for controversy despite being one of the best out there. his notoriety for drinking, partying, and breaking hearts reaches a all time high when he drops a diss track, however not just aiming for the industry, but for you too. you don't know what's worse, him revealing that you fuck on the low or him calling you the "industry's baby".

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title: rolling stone | by @kooktrash

pairing: idol!jungkook x non idol!reader

genre(s)&au(s): idol au, friends-w-benefits, smut, angst

summary: he was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay.

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title: happily ever after | by @kookingtae

pairing: shy!jungkook x freader

genre(s)&au(s): reality dating show au, angst, smut, fluff

summary: previously on a reality dating show, you had brushed off fellow contestant jungkook’s crush on you in favor of the exciting, toxic fling you had with taehyung. but now that the cameras have stopped rolling and you’re back to spending everyday life with the boy you friendzoned on national television, you’re faced with the realization that maybe you made a mistake. maybe reality tv isn’t reality at all.

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title: a case of you | by @jeonqkooks

pairing: actor!jungkook x actress!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, slight fluff, angst, slight smut

summary: jeon jungkook is the show business’ golden boy ever since he rose to fame seven years ago. with a face sculpted by the gods, as well as oozing charisma and talent, it’s no surprise that he turns heads and steals hearts wherever he goes. but underneath that facade of the perfect man whom everyone adores and the highly acclaimed actor that every casting director wants to book, there are hushed whispers left and right that jungkook is a nightmare to work with. as the actress starring alongside jungkook in his upcoming drama, you have a front row seat to see if he’ll prove the rumors false, or if he’ll make the biggest project of your career go up in flames.

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title: love spilled canvas | by @caelesjjk

pairing: painter!jungkook x actress!freader

genre(s)&au(s): friends to lovers, angst, romance, smut

summary: fame isn’t everything it’s made out to be. the pressure to be perfect. the highest of expectations weighing on your shoulders, it all becomes too much to bear. when it all comes crashing down, you seek out the person who has always felt like home and take up refuge in his gorgeous apartment that’s more than far enough away from your movie star life. jungkook is a painter. the most talented one that you know. but what you don’t know, is that he’s been in love with you for years. so of course he lets you stay with him for as long as you need. but when he finally lands an exhibit at a very high end gallery after you’ve gone back home, the last person he expects to see walk in is you.

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title: sticky situationship | by @rkivian

pairing: tv host!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, crime au, crack, smut, great pretender au, the ugly truth au

summary: it isn’t lost on you, your local, hot shot tv host trying to distract you from the fact that he isn’t who everyone thinks he is, because he’s doing quite a terrible job. but… you might as well take advantage of it.

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title: not like the movies | by @here4btsfics

pairing: screenwriter!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, angst, smut, fluff

summary: the biggest mistake you ever made was in college when you hooked up with the one and only jeon jungkook at a graduation party. you two had hated one another since high school when he betrayed you, and sleeping with him was a moment of weakness. fast forward five years later, you’re a successful screenwriter, mainly for romcoms, and you just got an amazing opportunity to help write for a movie for a major production company. the only problem? jungkook was signed onto the project as well and you two have to work together without killing one another in the process.

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title: PR disaster | by @ughcore

pairing: actor!jungkook x publicist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers, smut, comedy

summary: after a slow year in the business, you unexpectedly find yourself employed by Hit Ent, tasked with the unfortunate role of taming infamous rake jeon jungkook in preparation for a movie role that could make his career. with the intention of cleaning up his image, you aim to find him a respectable fake girlfriend, hardly expecting to find the task a whole lot more challenging than it seems - especially when you get to know the guy behind the headlines…

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hosted by: @jeonjcngkook & @mercurygguk | collab theme by: @mercurygguk

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deepdarkdelights · 10 months

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Instinct | Taehyung x Reader

Pairing: Hybrid Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Stalking (in the animal sense lol) Fear, Blood, Murder, Kind of Cannibalism? Hunting Animals and Humans, Depictions of Dead Bodies, Non-consensual touching, Human Experimentation, Depictions of Gore, Break In, Attempted Murder, Light Spice at End, Insinuated Dub-Con, Taehyung is kind of a switch tbh

Preview: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.

A/N: I wrote this in two days due to your guys' interest in the prompt. I chose Tae instead of Jimin, he only has two fics on my blog! Anyways it’s two in the morning and I’m really tired, this is really short compared to the majority of my works but I hope you still enjoy it. ILY and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments ~ good night my loves 💜

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, the words cracked and broken.

“No, you’re not.” You sighed.

He always did this. He always turned on the tears every time you called him out on his bullshit and you had a terrible habit of falling for it every time. He cried, he apologized, but in a few days he was back on his usual shit.

“But I am, I really am!” He insisted, tears pooling in pretty brown eyes.

“Really? I don’t think he sees it that way,” You said with a jerk of your head in the direction of the limp body splayed on the ground. “In fact, I really doubt he sees much anymore.”

“But he-“

“No!” You yelled, spurring a flinch from him, “You always have some excuse but not this time! I am tired of spending my evenings scrubbing blood out of the grout!”

He could only pout in response because there was no way of getting around it, you were right. It was unfair that you always had to be the one to clean up his messes. But he just couldn’t help himself, he was a killer by design. Not nature, design.

You let out another laborious, tired sigh. It seemed that was all you did these days, ever since you had found Taehyung.

You had almost hit him with your car. It was late at night, a new moon to be exact, the darkness thick and just barely penetrable by your headlights. He had come out of nowhere, his lithe body trapped between two beams of light before you swerved out of the way just missing him by mere inches.

You could remember the feeling of your tight grasp on the leather of the steering wheel, the way your throat constricted and how your chest rapidly rose and fell, and the sound of catchy pop music that was so ill fitting and off putting for such a dramatic turn of events. It was ingrained in your memory, a turning point in your life that you would never forget.

He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.

As you approached him you noticed several things about him. The dirt and blood that stained his honey skin, his taunt, tense, strong muscles, and of course the ears protruding from his thick, dark curls, and the tail that swung in agitation from his tailbone.

Taehyung was, quite literally, one of a kind.

An embryo spliced with the DNA of an apex predator, something that had never existed before him, a hybrid.

He had hissed at you, stopping you four feet away from his crumpled form. His teeth glinted in the light, a set of fangs protruding from the top row of his teeth with a smaller matching set on the bottom. That noise had every nerve in your body tingling in fright, yet still you persisted.

You made yourself smaller, lowering yourself to the ground so that you were lower than he was with your arms at your sides, every vulnerable point of your body open and exposed to him.

You remembered the feeling of his nose nudging at your pulse point, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your neck, the rumble of a growl deep in his chest before it faded to a gentle chuff as he nuzzled his face against the column of your throat. There were serrated teeth hidden behind beautiful full lips, one little bite would sever a major artery and blood would arch through the dark sky.

Taehyung was a dangerous brand of beautiful.

You often liked to joke to yourself that you were a lonely woman who took in a stray cat. It was easier to use humor to veil the harsh reality of what you had actually brought into your home.

Taehyung quickly became attached to you, it was almost like he had imprinted on you. It was the only way that you could explain his sudden and intense adoration towards you especially when you remembered the way he looked at you when he first saw you. It was like he was hungry.

That hunger was ever present in his eyes, buried beneath the loving gaze it's embers still burned. The fiery gold cooled to a deep brown, his eyes wide in wonderment as he watched you.

You hissed in pain when he dug his fingers into your arms as you tried to help lower him into the tub. A hiss died in his throat as he slowly sunk into the warm water, a gentle purr took its place.

“There you go,” You hummed as you helped him wash, the tub water steadily growing murky as you scrubbed the grime and blood from his skin.

The noise he made as you washed his hair, massaging his scalp and the base of his ears, was heavenly. A beautiful baritone groan that melted into a purr. After all, panthers were still cats.

When you pulled the drain plug and went to grab a towel, he spoke to you for the first time.

His hold on your arm tightened, his soft eyes turned primal once more. “Don’t leave.”

His voice was deep and raspy. It sounded like he hadn’t spoken in a long time, it sounded animalistic. It suited him well.

Over time you learned Taehyung never wanted to be alone. He clung to you at all times no matter what you were doing and despite your protests he followed you to bed every night. He would wrap you up tightly in his embrace sealing you into his prison-like grasp with a leg draped over your hip. His adoration was constricting.

“It was cold,” He finally explained to you, “They kept me in a room all by myself. It was all metal and concrete, they fed me with long silver tongs. I was always alone, the only touch I knew, hurt.”

You held him tighter that night, your heart ached for your panther. All he wanted was for someone to love him, he was just as human as anyone else.

“Please don’t hurt me.” He whispered, nudging the back of your head with his nose and breathing in your scent as his pretty fingers smoothed over your ribs in a slow, circular pattern.

In reality, it wasn’t you that would end up hurting anyone.

You had noticed something was wrong when he lost his appetite. He would stare down at his plate with a bored and confused look in his eyes, poking at whatever he was supposed to be eating with a lack of interest.

“Please, Tae,” You would beg, using the soft and soothing voice you knew he responded well to, “Just a few bites for me? You don’t want to hurt my feelings, do you?”

He would acquise with those big adoring eyes before taking small and faux enthusiastic bites. But it was clear he wasn’t enjoying it and you had an idea as to why that was. But it was easier for your own sanity if you ignored the glaring problem.

It became unignorable the night a man broke into your house.

Taehyung had heard it first, the shattering of glass and the metal squeak of door hinges. He had crept out of bed and stalked into the hallway, clinging to the shadows as he watched the man attempt to sneak further into your home. He was trespassing into his territory and that was a dire mistake.

You were awoken by the screaming. You jolted upright and were greeted by your pitch black bedroom. The screams persisted, deep, panicked, blood curdling screams followed by a wet gurgle and then an ever scarier silence.

That feeling was there again, that intuition that was buried inside of you that was begging you to lock and barricade the door and not go investigating the source of those screams. But Taehyung was missing and you were scared without him.

The hallway was dark, but a single beam of moonlight shone through the broken window of the front door and illuminated the carnage in front of you.

Taehyung was bent over the body of a man. His tail was slowly skirting over the floor in delight as he ripped a chunk of flesh from the man’s shoulder and tilted his head back. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the blood on his face gleaming in the moonlight.

You could see the man on the floor now, his throat had been ripped open and blood was steadily pooling around him. His eyes were vacant, his jaw was slack. He was dead. Taehyung had killed him.

Taehyung was eating him.

There had always been a part of you that had considered this to be a possibility. It explained why Taehyung was in the state he was in the night that you had found him. It explained how he had escaped that facility and why he wasn’t hungry for days after. He had killed and consumed his handlers.

Despite the panther ears and tail, you often forgot that Taehyung wasn’t entirely human. He was so sweet with you, so clingy and adorable. But he was still an apex predator. He didn’t want to be fed with tongs or served cooked meals. He needed to hunt, it was ingrained in his DNA.

You watched in fascinated horror as his teeth and textured tongue expertly removed flesh from bone. He was finally eating.

You took a step back only to trip over a bag that had belonged to the intruder. Out of it spilled horrifyingly familiar items. Duct tape, zip ties, knives. It was a kill kit. Your breathing stuttered and your heart dropped. There was not a doubt in your mind as to what that man had planned to do, and Taehyung had stopped him. He protected you.

His golden eyes were looking at you now, their narrowed predatory gaze relaxing, and his soft round eyes returned. He rose up from his animalistic crouch with a fluidity no normal man could possess and slowly approached you.

You closed your eyes as he neared you, your body on fire from genuine fear. It was a toxic blend, the love and the fear that you felt for him. You flinched when his large hand cupped your face and held your breath when you felt his lips softly drag over your cheek leaving a streak of warm blood in their wake.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, a stray tear escaping his eye and rolling down your cheek, “I’m so hungry.”

When you opened your eyes you were met with quite a sight. Taehyung had always been beautiful, the most beautiful man that you had ever seen. But the way he looked now made you realize how sick you were. How could you think he looked beautiful with those full lips stained red and the glaze of a shed tear streaked down the curve of his face.

Taehyung never asked to be made, and now he had to suffer the consequences of his creation.

“It’s okay baby,” You cooed, your thumb brushing a bead of blood from his lower lip that he chased with his tongue, swiping it off of the tip of your finger. “Finish your meal.”

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There was a shift that night.

The relationship between the two of you was changing. You could see it in the way he watched you. It was a different kind of hunger, one for a companionship he had never been able to have.

And his regular appetite was changing too.

You tried taking him to the forest, letting him hunt small and big game. And it worked, but the human side of him would often combat the animal side. He craved the complexity of hunting humans. He craved satiating his wrath against humans, the very beings that had created him.

Animals worked in the short term, but it was never long before another man ended up dead in your yard or in this case, on the kitchen floor.

“You said it was okay if it was bad people!” Taehyung tried, his ears pressing down flat against his skull as his tail twitched behind him.

“Yes, bad people Tae! Intruders, rapists, murderers, not delivery guys!”

“He entered my territory-“

“This is my house, Tae! My house! Don’t start with the territory shit again.”

“I can’t help it, you know that! You don’t feel what I feel, it’s instinctual, I need to do this!”

You gripped your hair tightly in distress before leaning against the counter and dropping your head into your hands.

“People are going to start noticing, Tae. You can’t keep doing this. If it’s not the police then it’s going to be the people that made you and they’ll take you away from me, is that what you want?”

“No!” He yelled, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around to face him. “I want to stay with you, please don’t let them take me away!”

You softened as he began to cry again, his tears wearing away at you like they always did even though you were very aware of the fact that you couldn’t keep letting him do this. You cupped his cheek and lightly wiped his tears away as he bumped the side of his face against your hand before laying a bloody kiss to your palm.

You couldn’t think rationally when he treated you like this. Your head was also hazy with desire when he did this. It was completely and utterly unfair.

“Come on, I’ll put you to bed.” You hummed before taking his hand and guiding him to your shared room.

It was even harder to think clearly when he looked so adorable, wide eyed and curled up beneath your blankets. That was why you needed the distance. You needed to think about what more you could do, you couldn’t keep letting him kill innocent guys whose worst crime was getting a little handsy, like the delivery guy. You knew what it was, you knew what desire looked like in someone’s eyes. Taehyung was wiping out any man he saw as competition. He had said it himself, it was instinctual.

Your heart ached when his eyes filled with confusion and it tore in half when despair overtook him as you shut and locked the door, trapping him on the other side. You could hear him scramble across the floor and you watched as the door knob jiggled.

“Please open the door!” He called through the wood, “Why are you doing this, please let me out!”

“Just calm down Taehyung, go to sleep, I'll be right back.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you, please open the door, I’ll be good I promise! I won’t hurt you!”

“I just need some space, just lay down, I’ll be back.” You said firmly despite how horrible you felt for confining him to your room.

“No, no, no, no! Don’t leave me, please! I’ll be good!” He continued to yell and continued to break your heart.

You couldn’t bear to listen to his anguished, panicked cries especially with the knowledge that you were the cause of them.

You could still hear his yelling and banging on the door as you dragged the body out of the kitchen, a long and laborious effort that left a large streak of blood behind you. This wasn’t the first time that you had to do this but usually you had Taehyung to take care of all the heavy lifting while you took care of the cleanup. It was a morbid, macabre chore, but one you had come accustomed to frighteningly quick.

In your backyard, there were several piles of dirt. Some had been freshly turned over while others had sat undisturbed for some time. Above each pile sat a freshly planted rose bush. There had been a time where your backyard was barren and neglected. Ever since Taehyung had entered your life, you had done quite a bit of gardening…against your will.

You huffed in exhaustion as you patted the soil smooth with your shovel. You would need to pick up another rose bush tomorrow.

You had figured this would be the best way to deal with the problem, and it helped Taehyung in some odd, primal way. Sometimes he would sit outside with a satisfied look on his face like he was proud of what he had done. You knew it was because it felt that he had eliminated another threat or competitor. It meant that he had you all to himself again.

Fear and love are a volatile blend. Could you look past your fear because you loved him? Or did you love him because you were afraid? Afraid of what would happen if you didn’t shower him with affection and attention. Would he turn on you too?

The sound of a loud crack frightened you causing you to drop the shovel. It clattered to the ground and rolled over in the grass, suddenly becoming far more interesting than it had been moments ago.

You glanced back up at the house and watched, frozen in shock, as the door was thrown open and slammed up against the siding of the house. Taehyung stood on the back steps, his hands bloody from clawing at and breaking through your bedroom door. His chest was heaving from exertion and anxiety and for the first time in a long while, he scared you. His gaze narrowed in on you, those panther eyes glowing with hunger and desire once they found you.

With blood and dirt caked beneath your nails you were reminded of the kill he made not all that long ago. The fear you felt was all too real. And, on instinct, you turned and you ran.

You really should have known better. He was an apex predator, he was built for the chase and for the hunt. You had watched the way he enjoyed tracking and stalking his prey before going in for the kill. But in reality, everything you had done up until this point had not made sense. You should have kept driving that night, you shouldn’t have brought him home, you certainly shouldn’t have let him sleep in your bed, and you definitely should have ran the first time he had killed and consumed another human being.

Running was instinct, it was the only thing that you did that made sense.

But you couldn’t make it far. You were exhausted from dragging and burying that body, you were running on empty with a dash of adrenaline. And Taehyung, he was stronger than you, faster than you, and could even see in the dark. It was embarrassing that you had even attempted to escape him.

His strides were completely silent, you had realized he was closing in on you too late and within seconds his arms were wrapped around your chest and dragging you down into the grass.

It had happened so quickly that you didn’t register it, you laid on your back, frozen in the grass as you processed what happened. And once you looked up and caught sight of his canines you began to writhe beneath him, managing to turn over and scramble a foot away before he grabbed you by your hips and dragged you back beneath him. He caged you in between his arms and pressed his body weight against you until you collapsed chest first into the ground.

“Taehyung, wait!” You cried as you felt him shove his face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You closed your eyes then, waiting for him to make the fatal bite that you had seen him deliver time and time again. But there was nothing. You jerked with a surprised cry as you felt his tongue glide over your pulse point in slow languid laps.

“Tae, what are you-“ He cut you off with a menacing growl, one that told you you were not going to dissuade him from doing what he felt needed to be done.

An involuntary gasp parted your lips as you felt his hips grind down against you, his hands sliding up towards your wrists and holding them in an iron grip as his slow licks transitioned into hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. He was making sure he marked up every inch of skin that was exposed to him.

“I can’t help it,” He whined, his voice breathy and deep as he ground himself against you even harder than before, spurring a soft cry from you. “I need you.”

You supposed this was the better alternative to him killing you. But still, it didn’t feel quite right.

“I can’t.” You groaned.

A menacing snarl echoed beside your ear and in one quick movement he flipped you over onto your back and pulled your legs tightly over his hips. His hold was so strong he wasn’t giving you an inch to move unless it was against him and in the way that he desired.

And in a moment of pure need he firmly gripped your jaw and pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Everything about him was primal, even the way that he kissed. It wasn’t particularly skilled, it was definitely his first, but it didn’t lack passion or desire. He wouldn’t even let you breathe, your lungs burning and singing in desperation for air as he moaned into your mouth while desperately rutting against you.

“Don’t leave me,” He moaned in between desperate, relentless kisses.

‘Tae-,” You tried again only for your words to be smothered once more.

“No, I won’t let you leave me.”

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violetsiren90 · 2 months

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Evergreen | Bang Chan/Reader

Pairing: wolf hybrid!Bang Chan x human!f!Reader

(A Nothing But You universe fic)

Genre: hybrid AU; one-shot; established relationship; domestic fluff; slice of life; mountain living; pregnancy

Word Count: 1689

Summary: Seasons change, life moves on - but some things stay the same.

Content Warning: PG-13 for themes but my page and all its content are 18+ (minors, dni); wolf hybrid rut; mentions of knotting and marking; mentions of rut symptoms that include insomnia and lack of appetite; deep emotions; the use of "your" and "belonging" in the sense of committed love NOT ownership; pregnancy; mentions of different states of undress; domesticity and shared domestic responsibility; homesteading; Chris being the sweetest and most caring 😭💕; Chris chopping wood 😳; mentions of food and eating; implications of sexual intimacy, parenthood

Author's Note: I guess I went and fell in love with these two. This is a companion one-shot to Nothing But You. This one-shot is a different flavor, not as soft and cozy all the way through - there are more notes here, I think. Some sweeter, some sharper, but in the end, it's still them. I wanted to peek into their lives and see how they lived and loved. 🥰

If no one has told you yet today, please know that you are so loved, and so worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

~January~

Snow burdens the branches of the pines, the bitter North wind whistling between the trees, through the darkness, and over the blanket of fresh powder shrouding the forest floor. The mountains are sleeping, but your wolf is awake.

He nearly collapses, sinking to his knees as he shuts the cabin door. You spring up from your place by the fire to rush to him, but he holds up a hand, a growl rumbling low in his chest. You freeze. Panting, he slowly raises his face. Snowflakes cling to his lashes and dust over his head and shoulders. The dusky circles under his brown eyes speak of weariness, yet their expression is dark and wild. His nose is flushed from the chill. Beads of sweat quiver on his brow.

The fever still hasn't broken.

It appeared two days ago, with other sudden changes. Christopher has grown restless and short-tempered, and won't sleep in your bed. He smells intoxicatingly of cedar wood and amber.

You've been through it all before, his annual rut at the end of winter - four days of watching him endure the throes of primal agony. He would steal away at night, to hunt, your proximity far too overwhelming for his heightened senses and desires. Unchecked he would fail to stop himself. He would take you, mark you, knot you.

He hadn't in the four years you'd shared a bed and the comfort of the other's flesh. You'd spoken of the mating rites, but he always held off, afraid to break you. So protective of you always, and without a second a thought to himself.

You respected his space, his wishes, attempting to help him navigate the torment of his natural longings as best you could.

But this year it had taken him like a wild fire. The fever wouldn't break. He wouldn't sleep or eat. And now, here he was, half frozen and shivering on the floor.

No more.

You slowly cross to pull him up against his weak protesting. You peel away his frost-damp clothes and drag his heavy frame to rest upon the bed. With his last strength he tries to push you away, but you slip under the blankets beside him, pulling him into your arms.

His eyes flutter shut as he curls against you and nuzzles into your neck, whimpering that when he wakes it will be too hard for him to hold back.

You tell him not to try.

You tell him that you need him, want him - all of him. This part too, with all the others. You assure him softly that you're not afraid, nor should he fear to make you his...you already belong to one another, after all.

You whisper that you love him.

Christopher exhales, tears trickling down his cheeks to mingle with the sweat and melted snow. You hold him to your breast, brushing soft kisses into his hair.

Cedar wood and amber.

~April~

You shake out a flannel shirt, crinkled and bunched from wringing to hang it on the line that stretches from the side of the cabin to a young yellow birch within the clearing. You smile as you fasten it with clips. He had worn it on the first day he visited the diner. It was faded then, and it has grown more timeworn still. But the fabric is thick, the seams hand-sewn, and if the dye has begun to abandon the thread it is only ever the softer.

Strong and soft, like him.

The warblers are singing in the branches of the white pines as they busily fashion their nests. You stroke a hand down over the little bump of your belly, musing over the nesting that has started to change the trappings of your own little home. There's still plenty of time, but Christopher's excitement has poured forth in the form of hard work, and you're certain that when your time comes he'll have stored by enough for the next three winters yet.

You hear the rumbling of his truck a ways off. He left in the wee hours, the bed loaded down with wares to sell to suppliers in town. By the time you've strung up the last piece of washing he's already at the mouth of the trail, his arms laden with flowers and parcels wrapped in brown paper. The light wash of his denim shirt brings out the early kisses of the spring sunshine on his honeyed skin.

You follow him into the house where he puts your wildflowers into a vase and insists that you sit while he tends to lunch. Unwrapping the brown paper packages you find a set of pretty maternity pajamas, a box of chocolates, and the goat's milk soap you like.

He's already eaten half his sandwich when he sets yours down, and you tug his wrist, pulling him into a chair to prevent him from setting out to work yet again.

When the dishes are cleared you won't let him leave. He'd work every second of every day and well into many nights if you let him. But today you want him to rest. It's a mild and lovely afternoon and the chores are done. Other things can wait.

You sit across his lap on the porch swing he built two summers before. Your arms encircle one of his as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His lips brush your forehead as his thumb caresses the little curved scar where the slope of your shoulder meets your neck. The one that means you belong to him and no one else.

The birds sing and the swing creaks. 

~July~

He calls you from around the other side of the house. You draw an arm over your dripping brow and struggle up from where you're crouched to spread a batch of plump, ripe blackberries between the screens of the drying rack. There are still so many. Some you'll turn into jam. Christopher will eat the rest. He loves them. You rest the colander still half-full with berries against the full swell of your belly, wrapping an arm about the rim to keep it in place.

You're hot and uncomfortable these days. But, when the morning's work is through, you'll go down to the lake together to shed the day's heat in the cool, still waters. You'd been every afternoon that week. Christopher was a strong swimmer, and would stay in far longer while you sat on the shady bank with a book. When he finally quit the water yesterday, he'd never found his clothes - instead he'd pressed you back into the lush green grass and made you sigh his name.

As you round the far side of the cabin your eyes catch his form. He stands under the sweltering sun, stripped down to pair of fitted khaki work pants and thick suede boots. His muscular chest is slicked with sweat and he stands, panting, with his weight pressed into his right hip. He holds an axe in his hand.

His mouth pulls up at the corner and his tail swishes at the site of you. You tuck yourself against him wrapping your free arm around his damp waist. Oh how you want to swim. To hold his strong body in the dark water.

He gestures with the axe at what he's fitted together with stripped pieces of soft pine. A little cradle. He nudges it with his foot, setting it to rock. You bring a blackberry to his lips and he accepts it.

You kiss him.

Salty skin and summer fruit. 

~October~

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of little cries. You sit up and stretch, blinking in the softness of the early autumn light.

You inhale deeply. Cinnamon and hickory smoke.

Outside the air is growing crisp and the leaves of the deciduous trees are blushing and abandoning their hosts, covering the floor of the wood in their pageantry. Fruit and game have begun to grow scarce as the forest prepares to enter the long slumber of the colder months. Nights require fires more often than not.

There is a small fire crackling now. A little black cauldron hangs over the flames, and you can smell the porridge simmering within. The man you love sits in a rocking chair near the warmth, a little bundle in his arms. He looks up at you as you rise and he smiles. He's been all smiles lately. In fact, you don't think the little dimple has left his cheek since he met the tiny she-wolf in his arms two weeks ago.

He says she looks like you, but all you see in her beautiful little features is Christopher. She has two tiny fuzzy ears and a darling little tale.

You reach down to stroke her fat cheek and your heart aches.

It aches from love, so much of it.

When the doctor placed her in your arms a part of your heart that you hadn't known existed burst to beating. You thought you loved the man who had knitted her inside you as much as you were able, but you had been ignorant in that respect as well. When he took your daughter in his arms and looked down on her face you thought that there wasn't room in your chest for things so vast, so deep.

You named her Hannah, for the sister her father had lost. It meant "grace".

So fitting, you think.

You move your fingers into Christopher's curls and he looks up at you. His brown eyes are soft and warm. The lovely eyes you saw that first day at the general store - the same through every changing season.

The maple and the birch will wax and wane, but not the cedar, not the pine.

Some things will remain.

And he is evergreen. 

-Fin-

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gojos-thot-patrol · 8 months

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M E A N D T H E D E V I L W A L K I N G S I D E B Y S I D E

Sukuna isn't the type of person to say "I love you." He's not the type of person to love. He was a demonic warlord, known for his cruelty and lack of empathy. What part of that screams "lover boy" to you?

baby, you're a haunted house

Society will tell you that playing with ouija boards is a bad idea. this fic begs to differ. a demonic Sukuna smut

close calls

Love is scary, Isn't it Reader? Sukuna thinks it is. but at least he's facing his fears for you. a soft Sukuna smut.

sacrilegious

Feeling holy? Maybe a little less than holy? Do you want to have your guts rearranged by a God in his own temple? yea, me too. a holy Sukuna smut.

unholy

Did you like the idea of the previous fic, but think you'd relate to it better if the reader was of the male variety? well, do I have news for you! A smutty Sukuna drabble

seven minuets in heaven

Maybe you're feeling something a bit more modern reader. Something more relatable? Like a college au where you lose your virginity to a frat boy named Ryomen. A modern day Smut

better off as lovers

Dating is hard and falling in love is harder. Ryomens love isn't up for debate, but if he's truly ready to give up his playboy life style for you is a little more questionable. Part two of Seven Minuets in Heaven. A smutty hurt/comfort fic

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I would say being left at the altar was the worst thing that could have ever happened to you, but I think the revenge sex with Ryomen makes it all worth it, don't you agree Reader? A modern day revenge smut.

bad miracle

Gojo has always been an idiot, but he's really done it this time. He's kidnapped the wrong girl, and now, leader of The Syndicate Ryomen Sukuna has to figure out what to do with you.

A Mafia Au smut

heir to the throne

Sukuna never wanted to be a father. Why why hell would he want that? A sticky, stinky, ball of chaos that feels the need to destroy everything. Why would he want that? It's no surprise you hid your pregnancy from him for so long.

A Dadkuna fluffy fic

urban legends

You don't see the point in it; chasing myths on Halloween night, going deeper into the woods than you ever had before. You'd rather be at home than chasing ghosts. But, your best friend insists on finding evidence of the local urban legends, and surely she won't abandon you the moment you find what shes been hunting, right? A TrueFrom!Sukuna smut.

change of plans

Funny how something as small as a grain of rice can cause such a shift so massive in so many lives. Deny all he wants, you're having a baby and now Ryomen has to comes to terms with being a young dad. Part of the Frat Boy AU Some introspective fluff

tiger hybrid! headcanons

We've all wondered what he would be like as a tiger hybrid, right? Right? some Smutty Headcanons

breaking up headcanons

While you would be entirely within your rights to leave Sukuna, what on earth made you think it would be that easy? some more smutty headcanons

feral nights

Ryomen always got what he wanted, it was a simple rule of life. And ever since he caught your scent, you were all that he wanted- your previous bond mark be damned. And you must have wanted him too. Why else would your window be open in the middle of your heat? An omegaverse Smut

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btswrckd · 2 years

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Hunting a Hybrid VII

Black Panther!Hybrid Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Summary: Four years after it’s made illegal to acquire hybrids as pets, you’re approached by the daughter of your former employer to hunt down one that had been gifted to her

Warnings: violence, mentions of past abuse, mentions of blood, the word suicidal is used once but only once and it’s near the end, angst

A/N: Guess who got a new laptop! This girl! I just want to thank the readers, you guys have really stuck by me and put up with my inconsistency. I love you guys! But you’re about to hate me. This is a long one and it’s pretty heavy near the end.

The grumbling coming from your left side almost made you smile. Dragging him along wasn’t exactly the plan in mind, and he most certainly didn’t think that out of everyone in the room, he’d be the one to go with you.

“Hyung,” Namjoon greeted as he slid into the booth across from you. When he got your call, it was sooner than he expected and he had to scramble to find a meeting place that neither hunters nor cops knew about. It was miles outside of the city but since you were willing to make the drive, then so was he.

“Namjoon,” Seokjin nodded at him. He could see the confusion on Namjoon’s face and looked to you for answers because he was also confused as to why he was there.

“I didn’t think you’d be too keen on meeting two of the city’s most dangerous hunters by yourself,” you shrugged as if the explanation was that simple. “I figured in order to get you to trust me, it’d be easier if there was a familiar face between us.”

“But you don’t trust me, do you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to ask what the difference was when the click of a gun caught his attention. He sat up straighter, eyes darting between yours and Seokjin’s but Jin didn’t seem too concerned.

“Hey, come on.” Seokjin nudged your shoulder gently. There was no doubt in his mind that you wouldn’t actually shoot him but scaring Namjoon by having him think you would, isn’t going to leave a good impression.

When you’d first proposed the idea of holding him at gunpoint under the table to Seokjin on the ride over, he was understandably reluctant. You had explained to him how your first encounter with Namjoon went and wanted to leave the detective thinking you could easily cut ties with just about anyone. It wasn’t hard to see why Seokjin trusted Namjoon and if there had been better news to share, then you might have trusted Namjoon too.

“Some of your guys are looking for me,” you tell Namjoon. His head tilts in confusion and your eyes narrow at the action. You wonder if perhaps he had no idea about the manhunt sent out for your head. You knew he at least was aware of Suho’s men after you, but it’s possible that he wasn’t clued into his fellow police officer’s orders.

“I knew they were after an active hunter,” Namjoon replied with a frown. As a waitress approached the table, he gave her a soft smile and ordered a cup of coffee, rolling his eyes when you dismissed the waitress quickly.

“Are you saying you’re not in the loop, Kim?” you sneered. Damn it. If someone is leading a charge against you in that precinct, you need to find out who and take care of it as soon as possible. But first, there was the matter of Suho and the rumors he’d spread.

“I’m saying that the cops in my precinct saw you leaving my office the other day,” Namjoon snapped back, curling his hand into a fist on the table. “And what they saw was a woman who resembled the description given to us by a retired hunter. Someone in there obviously questioned why I didn’t arrest you, so no, I’m not in the loop if they think we’re working together.”

Hesitation flashed in his brown eyes before his gaze landed on the cup of coffee being set down in front of him. He gripped the cup tightly and grit his teeth. “We’ve been finding mutilated hybrid bodies all over the city. I’m not talking one or two, I’m talking one after another after another in the span of almost a month. My partner and I asked around some old dive bars that we knew hunters frequented, they all said the same thing.”

“And what would that be?” Your voice was cold and sent a chill down both Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s spines.

Seokjin isn’t used to this side of you, only knowing the part that cares for your friends and the love you have for Jungkook. Seeing it is certainly an experience and he wonders how Taehyung is able to handle it. Then again, Taehyung has spent more time with you than Seokjin has, so naturally Taehyung was able to adjust but still...it couldn’t have been easy. Nor could it have been easy for you to become this way. On the few occasions he’d been in the apartment, he’d seen how easily consumed you can become and how quickly regret takes over.

Namjoon cleared his throat, breaking Seokjin’s train of thought. “That they’ve only known of one hunter cruel enough to do it. That hunter’s you, isn’t it, Y/N? Killing hybrids and tearing their bodies apart like your grandfather did to your parents. Did he teach you that?”

“Namjoon,” Seokjin hissed, kicking his foot out to connect with Namjoon’s shin. “Watch what you say. You know better than that.”

“I’m a cop, hyung,” Namjoon tried to justify his line of questioning. “This is what we do, this is how we get to the truth.”

“The Mutilator,” your voice interrupted their argument. “Original, isn’t it?” you scoffed and gave Namjoon a wicked smile. “It was Sangchul’s nickname. Ripping hybrids apart piece by piece, it was his specialty. So yes, Kim, he taught me how to do it.”

Namjoon’s spine went rigid. In his time being a detective, he’d seen every different kind of criminal imaginable, but you...you actually frightened him in ways he didn’t think possible anymore. He isn’t sure if it’s because all he’s ever had to know about you is a picture from when you were a kid, still innocent and full of promise for a greater future than what you have. Now, staring into the eyes of the little girl turned cold blooded killer, and knowing just what you went through to get to this point, the things you had to endure and learn, the humanity you’ve had stripped from you, it reminds him of how easily deceptive appearances can be.

“But those bodies you’ve been finding,” you reminded him of the reason you asked him to meet, “they aren’t my work. I haven’t done a dump job in years.”

“Why do the other hunters insist it’s you then?”

“They don’t know I haven’t taken a job in a while.” You shrugged your shoulders, grip loosening on the gun poking Seokjin’s side. You lowered the gun enough to settle it in the holster strapped to your belt. “My business is mine, detective, and those hunters? How reliable are they really? A bunch of forcefully retired, drunk, desperate for money scumbags are your source? I thought you were a better detective than that.”

Namjoon’s jaw nearly hit the table with how quick it dropped. To say he was insulted would be an understatement. Then again, he’d tried to get under your skin first and he’d clearly accomplished it if you were attacking his work ethic. He knew the hunters weren’t reliable, but he gave Jackson the benefit of the doubt if only to keep him from asking questions about why Namjoon was trying so hard to steer the investigation away from you. There’d been a good handful, if not more, of officer’s in his precinct alone that worked for Hyungsik, so Namjoon couldn’t afford to let anyone else in on the information you’d given him, even if it meant keeping things from his long time friend and partner.

“I have to make the investigation seem as real as possible,” Namjoon relented to your sharp gaze. He nearly shrunk in on himself like a child before reminding himself that he was a grown adult. He sighed heavily and finally took a sip from what must have been cold coffee by now. “Suho, real name Kim Junmyeon. That’s the hunter we’re meant to be looking for, isn’t it?”

You shot him a smirk, impressed that he was able to dig up Suho’s real name when Suho’s own men didn’t even know it. Hell, it had taken you a good amount of time to find it yourself, having had to burn through quite a bit of resources while desperately trying to keep Suho from being alerted to your digging. “Suho was hired by the Nam family to find the hybrid currently in my possession. Nam Ye-jin hired the both of us in hopes that the hybrid would be found faster, plus she finds it’s easier to scam Suho out of money. Suho’s not a stupid hunter but he does have tunnel vision. Once he learned that I was hired as well, he turned it into a race and in order to slow me down, he’s killing hybrids like livestock.”

“The question is where is he getting them?” Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “They have no identification, they don’t come up in our system as a missing person or otherwise.”

“Suho, like all hunters, has his own little supply,” you explained. “Expendable hybrids he’s collected over the years on the off chance that someone may want them some day. You don’t build a reputation as a hunter by simply taking on a job, no. You prove yourself and your skills, and to do that, you have to build a collection of diverse hybrids. Hunting them down is one thing, being able to take them down and keep them in check is another. The collectors that hire us don’t look at what we can do, they look at what we’ve already done.” Namjoon and Seokjin shuddered. Neither man was ever brought in on the “fundamentals” of hybrid hunting or the amount of work that goes into it. Seokjin has only ever dealt with collectors such as Hyungsik, and Namjoon only ever threw a hunter behind bars without ever going into detail about how their career started. Given the amount of hybrid bodies found dead, Namjoon felt the bile rising in his throat. That many bodies was a tragedy already, but to learn that Suho has even more made Namjoon’s skin crawl.

“Did you have a collection?” Seokjin asked so quietly that it was almost a whisper. He turned his entire body to face you, blinking back tears as memories and thoughts of his wife and daughter come to the front of his mind. “Did you?”

“No,” you assured him. You knew exactly what he was thinking about and did your best to convince him you’re not as fucked up as he’s already seen. “No, my reputation came from Sangchul. Everyone knew how much he despised hybrids, so when he built his reputation it was through other means. Means that he taught me and so I never found myself needing a collection. I was one of the rare hunters whose skills alone were good enough.”

“Proud of yourself?” Namjoon snapped once more, earning himself another tear filled glare from Seokjin.

“A little bit, yeah.” You grit your teeth. No. No you were not the least bit proud, but if Namjoon wanted to believe you were as cold-hearted as Sangchul then so be it. It would be easier for him to accept that you’re a murderer than it would be for him to accept that you do have a heart. It would also be easier to cut ties with him after everything was over.

“Stop it,” Seokjin warned in a low tone. It’s not often that he finds himself so angry, choosing instead to be completely neutral in any situation, but this time doesn’t sit well with him. The argument between you and Namjoon had his blood boiling for multiple reasons. One being that Namjoon wasn’t right in his assumptions or judgment. Another being that you’re content to sit back and allow Namjoon to make those assumptions and judgements. Seokjin’s seen first hand who you truly are, he only wants Namjoon to do the same if you’re going to work together. “We didn’t come to fight. We need your help, Namjoon, so get off your goddamn high horse and fucking help us. This isn’t about one hybrid, it’s about all the ones still left in Nam’s home.”

Namjoon blinked in surprise. He’d never heard Seokjin curse before or have an outburst like the one he’s seeing now. For his senior to take your side means there’s more to you than Namjoon was willing to admit and that you’re more than willing to hide a part of yourself that you deem vulnerable. He conceded and slumped back in the booth with a heavy sigh. “What can I do?”

“We need time,” Seokjin answered when you too were stunned by his reaction. “We also need space. We can’t make any moves out in the open with half of the city’s cops looking for Y/N. Suho needs to be out of the way. He’s unpredictable now that he’s had a bad encounter with her, it’ll make him desperate and irrational. He’ll make moves without thinking of the consequences and slip up. Keep an eye on him for us, please.”

“I can do better than that.” Namjoon reached into his pocket jacket slowly after seeing you tense up at the movement. He pulled out two photos and laid them across the table. “Oh Sehun and Byun Baekhyun, two guys from Suho’s crew. They were found dead three weeks ago, bullet wounds in their skulls.” He pulled out another two photos, laying them next to Sehun and Baekhyun’s. “Kim Minseok, also known as Xiumin and Kim Jongin, also known as Kai were found dead not long after. They had bullet wounds in their skulls as well. I can only guess what the pattern here is, but it would be helpful if you enlightened me.”

“Each of these men came after me,” you said, running your fingers gently across Sehun’s picture. He may have worked for Suho and proved how unloyal he can be, but he still warned you so you wouldn’t be blindsided. He was the real reason you didn’t die that night at Yoongi’s bar. It isn’t enough to be physically prepared for an attack, one has to be mentally prepared as well. If you had no clue that Suho sent his crew out after you, then Xiumin and Kai’s presence at the bar would have sent you into a panic and you wouldn’t have been able to fight them properly. You owed Sehun and he never got the chance to collect.

“Y/N?” Namjoon questioned after your hand curled into a fist, nearly crumpling the photo in your hand. “Is that all?”

“No.” You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “Suho doesn’t like to lose, especially to me. On top of killing hybrids and leaving their bodies to be found, he sent his men after me. Well, more like Xiumin and Kai. Baekhyun and Sehun were just a case of wrong place, wrong time. Suho killed them out of spite, but Xiumin and Kai couldn’t kill me, so he killed them.”

Namjoon saw what looked like hurt flash in your eyes when you looked at Sehun's picture again. He was surprised to find himself feeling sorry for the loss, almost voicing as much out loud before the hurt was gone in a second. “Suho’s always been good at deflecting. He’s been brought in for questioning before but always manages to dig his way out. This will take quite some time to investigate and we hold him for questioning for about 24 hours unless he asks for a lawyer. Knowing him, that’s exactly what will happen. You don’t have a very big window to do whatever you have planned, but it’s a window nonetheless.”

A smirk plays on your lips as you look back at Namjoon’s face. “If you can find a way to connect him to those hybrids, there’s not a lawyer in this city willing to take his case. The new laws are still fresh, no smart lawyer wants to touch them. Hyungsik also pays for Suho’s lawyers, he pays for lawyers of every hunter he hires and now that he knows I’ve been slowed down by Suho, he’s not exactly willing to do Suho any favors. You have more time than you think.”

Namjoon almost smiles. As clever as you are, he almost wishes you’d been a detective rather than a hunter. The precinct could use someone like you. He could certainly benefit from having someone with your skills watching his back. He collected the photos, tapped them against the table, and then stuck them back in his jacket. “I know you won’t tell me, but I’m going to ask anyway. What are your plans for Hyungsik?”

Seokjin opened his mouth to speak but the gentle nudge of your elbow to his ribcage stopped him. He glanced at your passive expression and wondered how, after all Namjoon’s willing to do, can you still not trust him? It’s a silly thought, he knows it, because of your upbringing that you don’t trust as easily as Seokjin does. Still, it would help Namjoon relax and have more faith in you if he was brought in on whatever plans you had. Seokjin himself still didn’t know so he’d like to hear them as well to be better prepared for the aftermath. He inclined his head in a not so subtle gesture to fess up about the tricks you have up your sleeve.

“Come on,” he coaxed with a little nudge of his own. “I vouched for Namjoon, Y/N, we can trust him. I promise.”

Rolling your tongue against the inside of your cheek, you relent. “I’m going to find a way into Nam’s home and get the hybrids out.”

Namjoon and Seokjin balked at your explanation. As if it were really that simple to just break into Hyungsik’s home and free the hybrids there. Namjoon scratched at his temple, briefly closing his eyes in exasperation while Seokjin dropped his head back, using his pointer fingers to rub at his own temples.

“I’m--I--.” Seokjin sputtered, having no clue how to even begin to explain to Namjoon that you were well and truly the smartest person in any given room, when you’ve gone and thrown out a half assed plan like that.

“Alright.” Namjoon finally said, nodding vigorously after giving it some thought. “I can get a search warrant for Hyungsik’s home, convince him that Suho flipped on him and told us everything we needed to know. It’ll make him panic, that’s our way in, but you have to wait for us, Y/N. Do you understand that? I can’t be worried about you while we raid the Nam home. Suho might be in custody but you won’t be in the clear yet.” “If those are the hybrids you hunted for him,” Seokjin added on, “then it might not go so well with you there. They might not cooperate and we can’t have that.”

It was true. Those hybrids were not your biggest fans and truthfully, if you were in their shoes, you’d hate the hunter who captured you too. You didn’t like it. The idea of sitting at the apartment while Namjoon risked his career and busted his ass on this case made you angry. It also made you feel useless. There has to be more that you can do, some way to help without getting caught or getting Namjoon in trouble. You might not like the guy, but he was a decent person who didn’t deserve the backlash that may come with taking down someone as powerful as Hyungsik.

“I know that house better than anyone you’ll have with you,” you lied to Namjoon and Seokjin. “It’s not as simple as combing the rooms. There’s hidden doors in the linings of the walls and I know for damn sure that he doesn’t just have a room full of hybrids for just anyone to find. I can be in and out. Nobody will notice I’m even there.”

“There’s still the matter of how the hybrids may react to you,” Seokjin repeated, finding that he’s had to do so more often with you in the last 10 minutes than he has with his young daughter in her entire lifetime. “It isn’t safe.”

“Seokjin,” you huffed at him, “name one thing about all of this that is safe. My being there is our best bet. If nothing is found, not only will those hybrids be in even more danger, Namjoon might lose his job. Do you want that?”

“Of course not.”

“Then this happens.” You left no room for argument as you slid out of the booth, straightening the jacket hanging on your shoulders. Turning to Namjoon, you wait for Seokjin to get out of the booth. “Give the details to Seokjin and he’ll relay them to me. Everything, Kim, I mean it. Not a single thing gets left out.”

Namjoon doesn’t have time to respond before you’re dragging Seokjin out the door. His mouth still hangs open at your demands and soon his throat feels like it’s drying up until he finally clamps his lips shut. He pulled out his phone to shoot Jackson a text, telling him that he’s on his way back to the precinct after meeting with an informant about who’s actually killing off hybrids. He doesn’t know how the raid on Hyungsik’s home will go or if it will happen at all given his position of power. He has to try though, for the sake of the hybrids still locked up in the Nam home. And for you. Seokjin very obviously sees something in you that’s worth saving and for a moment so did Namjoon. He saw it when you looked at Sehun’s autopsy photo and again when you became adamant on being a part of the raid. Maybe you want to redeem yourself, or maybe you want to clear your own conscience, he doesn’t know. What he does know is that anyone fighting that hard as you are has something they’re desperate to protect, and nobody understands that better than Namjoon.

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Jungkook jumped at the sound of the apartment door being flung open. His excitement dissipated when Seokjin walked in alone. He hadn’t caught your scent but he still hoped you’d walk through the door. Deflated, shoulders slumped, and a frown on his face, Jungkook half heartedly greeted Seokjin. “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s going to be spending some time in her office.” Seokjin frowned in return. The time you’ll be spending distancing yourself from Jungkook will make it hard on the panther, but Seokjin understands. After all, he sent his wife and child off long ago to protect them and he’d do it again if necessary. “The detective has a plan and Y/N needs to keep her head clear in order for any of this work, okay, Jungkook? This isn’t her abandoning us or you, it’s her trying her hardest to keep everyone safe. Everything will be fine.”

Even as Seokjin said it, everyone that was gathered in the living room knew he was lying. They didn’t have to be a hybrid to pick up on the change in pitch in his voice, or the way his chin dropped slightly in disappointment. Something was bound to go wrong, they all knew it, and despite Seokjin’s insistence on your stay at the office rather than the apartment being about safety, nobody believed him.

You had a reason for every move you made and Taehyung knew what this one meant. Though he wouldn’t say it out loud, Taehyung knew that you don’t think you’ll make it out alive. You left them at the apartment to force the heaviness of your absence because you don’t plan on coming back and you want them to get used to it. You’d done the same thing dozens of times before with Taehyung and usually he’s able to snake his way into your plans. This time is different. Taehyung can feel it in the pit of his stomach. He peered at Jungkook to see the panther’s hands twitching in hopes of doing something, anything other than just waiting around.

“What did Namjoon say?” Yoongi asked Seokjin. The others may not be up to speak about the weight of your absence, but he’s been through it long enough to not give a damn this time around. He has to know what the plan is, what your moves are, what the hell you’re even thinking by going at it alone. Years of not knowing anything about where you’d gone or what you’d been doing, and now that he has a front row seat to the action, you’ve shoved him to the back to protect all of them. But that can’t happen anymore. You need them and they need you, Jungkook especially.

“He’s leaving it up to Y/N,” Seokjin said as he peered around the room. Hoseok raises his brow, Taehyung drops his head in his hands, Jungkook tilts his head curiously, and Yoongi…

“She’s going to get herself killed,” Yoongi seethed, curling his hands into fists. “She doesn’t have a fucking plan, does she, Seokjin? She’s going to charge in there head first without giving a damn about what she’s leaving behind if it goes wrong!”

“That’s not our call to make.” Seokjin shakes his head. He doesn’t agree with Yoongi out loud, but yes, you were dead set on doing whatever it takes to free those hybrids and Jungkook, even if it means losing your life. He locks eyes with Taehyung in hopes of understanding your actions, but even Taehyung seems floored.

“Is she even really at her office?” Hoseok wondered aloud, all heads turning in his direction. “I just mean…she has to know that Jin would have told us she has no real plan. So, obviously she couldn’t tell him where she really is because what if we try to stop her?” Turning to Yoongi, he sighed heavily. “We often forget who we’re dealing with. She’s not a little girl anymore, that much we’ve already seen. She’s a killer, Yoongi, a good one and smarter than all of us in this room combined. She can’t risk us getting in the way. Wherever she is now, we’re not getting to her any time soon.”

“Hoseok’s right,” Taehyung said and bobbed his head. “All we can do is wait. Y/N might not have a plan now, but when she figures it out, she’ll be fine.”

Jungkook turned his head to the window, watching the storm clouds roll in and bolts of lightning streak across the sky. He doesn’t know how long you’ll be gone and something in his chest constricts. As he puts his hand to his heart, Taehyung and Seokjin rush to his side, both men having anticipated an oncoming panic attack. Thunder rumbles violently, rattling the windows and spiking Jungkook’s heart rate. His ears perked up, eyes shining that brilliant shade of emerald, and his canines elongated.

“He’s shifting,” Seokjin announced as if everyone else couldn’t see it happening. He hugged the panther tightly, trying his best to keep Jungkook calm. He whispered in the hybrid’s ear, “Relax, Jungkook, it’s alright. It’s just a storm. It will pass. Calm yourself now. What will Y/N think when she comes home to find you’ve hurt somebody? Stop now, please.”

Taehyung swung Jungkook’s other arm over his own shoulder and guided him back to the room he shares with you. It’s certainly harder than he expected, but he’s grateful for Seokjin’s help. He even dipped his chin in appreciation when Yoongi tossed the door open to make it easier for them to carry Jungkook to the bed. He plopped Jungkook on the mattress, feeling helpless as the panther curled up into a ball. Back in the forest when he’d first seen Jungkook shift, he hadn’t realized how painful it truly seems. He winced as Jungkook’s back bowed and his spine began cracking, along with the rest of his bones, and Taehyung gagged as Jungkook’s entire body transformed into a full fledged panther. He couldn’t imagine having his bones break and reset to accommodate an entirely different body frame.

Jungkook’s claws tore into the sheets, causing Seokjin to grip Taehyung’s arm and slowly back him towards the door where Yoongi stood with his hand on the knob. He knows the door won’t hold an adult panther, but it will still serve as an obstacle and give them extra time to run. He’s never seen a full shifter and as amazing as the sight is, he doesn’t exactly welcome the circumstances in which he gets to see it now. He cursed under his breath while Jungkook began to rise on all fours, ready to pounce on them. From his understanding, Jungkook was in full control when he shifted in the forest, but now it seems as though Jungkook views them as strangers rather than the people trying to save him. This is his animal instinct, Seokjin realized, and with one more step backwards, he barreled towards the door with Taehyung in tow and an angry panther at their heels.

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Your heart skipped a beat and felt like it stopped for a moment. Gripping the holster to your gun, you gasped out a curse. You’d been traipsing around the forest you’d first found yourself in when looking for Jungkook. There’s an old abandoned cabin far enough away from the Nam’s home that you wouldn’t be detected. Hyungsik didn’t even know it existed, so it was the perfect advantage to stake out the house and get a look at Hyungsik’s patterns.

But something was wrong. Something made your chest tight and the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. Your body felt painfully hot, like it was on fire, and your muscles as well as your bones began to ache as you fell to your knees. Dirt and mud are crushed beneath your palm when you curl your hand into a fist. Your head fell forward, chest heaved with deep breaths, but nothing can seem to soothe the ache, and you bit down on your forearm to muffle the scream you can’t stop.

The metallic taste of blood coated your tongue as you bite down even harder when another scream makes its way up your throat. The barely audible sound of rustling leaves and the downpour of rain are what keep you sane because it felt as though your brain was being scrambled, all instincts kicking into overdrive. Should you be calm? Should you be angry? What are you upset about? What are you aiming to kill though nothing’s provoked you?

“Jungkook,” you breathe to no one in particular. There isn’t exactly an audience to your little fit. Something’s wrong with Jungkook and you can’t even go check because it would be another fight to make you stay. You’d turned your phone off after leaving Seokjin at the apartment to keep from being tracked, but now you’re wondering if you should risk turning it back on to call them. Another jolt of pain racks your body, knees giving in so you’re left with no choice but to curl into the fetal position. You bring the palm of your hand to your mouth, biting the flesh there while another scream surfaces. You don’t know how long you lay like that, or when you pass out from the pain, but when you wake up it’s to find stars blinking in the night sky. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust before you inspect the self inflicted damage. You were drenched from head to toe from the storm, mud and leaves stuck to your body, and dried blood littered your forearm and hand. You have no clue what the hell happened. What you do know is that Jungkook was the reason for it. He had to be because you’ve never felt pain like that before, not even when you trained with your grandfather.

Pushing yourself from the ground, you check to make sure the gun was still in its holster, though you’re sure if anyone had found you they would have done much worse than simply taking your gun. You limped, slowly, back to the abandoned cabin you were meant to be occupying, but the burning flame of a single candle in the window made you stop. With grit teeth and an uninjured hand readying your gun, you stalked forward and ducked beneath the window sill. You waited a full minute before peering into the cabin to find no one, and your brows drew together with confusion. Before you can question it all, leaves being crunched beneath heavy boots had you whipping around just in time to slap a pistol from the intruder’s hand.

They grunted when you kicked your steel toed boot into their gut, knocking the air from them as they stumbled back. You don’t take the time to look before you rush up and tackle the person to the ground, both of you grappling for control before you finally pin them down.

“Fuck!” a familiar voice hissed when you raised your fist high in the air to strike. “It’s me! Jesus H Christ, woman!”

“Namjoon?” you panted and dropped your fist to his chest, not bothering to care that you’re straddling his hips. “What the fuck are you doing out here? How did you find me?”

“You want to get off of me first?”

“No,” you said firmly, pressing your knee to his chest instead and repeated, “How. Did you. Find me?”

“It wasn’t me,” Namjoon admitted with a grunt. “It was someone named Yoongi, alright? Seokjin hyung called me a few hours ago and said I needed to find you, that you could be in trouble.”

“You’re lying,” you seethed. Nobody could find you. You had taken every measure necessary to ensure it.

“I’m not!” he wailed, kicking his legs up and towards himself to pin your arms down while his ankles locked together. He pitched forward and bolted up, his hand at your throat and the other slamming your wrist down before you could reach for your gun. “Yoongi pinged your location off a nearby tower. You turned your phone off too late, idiot, which makes me wonder if you were ever going to turn it off at all. You’re too fucking smart to make rash decisions like waiting until the last minute to ditch your form of communication.”

You were too busy rolling your eyes to notice the way Namjoon’s own orbs trailed over your forearm and palm of your hand. He was much heavier than he looked, you noted, or you were just feeling weaker than usual because you can’t seem to push him off despite your best efforts. Or his warmth was welcomed far more than you were willing to admit. You’d been in worse conditions thanks to the training sessions, but your recent stay at the apartment has spoiled you and you find yourself shivering in the cold night air.

“He was right,” Namjoon observed with a frown, running his fingers along the teeth marks on your palm and then down to the same marks on your forearm. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know.” You shoved at his chest and it finally clicked that you wanted space as he scrambled back. Sitting up, you watch him stand and dust off his pants but it does no good because he’s covered in mud just as you are. When he held out his hand to help you up, you scoffed and stood from the ground by yourself. “Why did Seokjin want you to check on me?”

“Let’s get inside first,” he suggested. “I did bring more than one candle, but I didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention.”

“You held a gun to my head.”

“I didn’t know it was you,” he defended himself. “It’s dark out here and I’d been looking for two hours without any trace of you, so you’ll excuse me if the last place I expected to find you was right back where I started. I figured you’d moved on already.”

He pushed past you to walk to the cabin, whether you followed him or not wasn’t his problem. Tossing the door open, he was actually relieved to hear the heavy footfalls of your boots. Ones that can cause some real damage, he reminds himself, and puts a hand flat against his abdomen. He watched you throw yourself on the worn out couch with a sigh, wondering why you’re suddenly so comfortable letting him set up the candles for more light. He thought back to the bite marks on your arm and bit back the urge to question them some more. It was simply the detective side of him, though he is curious as to why you’d bite yourself. He can recognize self-inflicted wounds from a mile away and this was no different. When he’d asked what had happened, he meant what could have caused you to hurt yourself, though he’s quite sure you knew the meaning behind his question.

“You’re awfully comfortable for someone who doesn’t trust me,” he finally said and sat in a nearby chair that also seemed to be hanging by a thread.

“Why are you here, Detective Kim?” you sighed once more, pulling your knees to your chest as the breeze blew through the window.

Namjoon reached for the backpack he’d brought with him, digging through it before finally producing a spare blanket and tossing it at you. “Like I said, Seokjin hyung asked me to come find you. Something about the hybrid you’re taking care of.”

“What happened to him?” you snapped immediately upon hearing that Jungkook wasn’t doing well.

“He wouldn’t tell me, just that it wasn’t good and I had to find you.” He thrusted his hand into the pocket of his pants to pull out his phone. Offering it to you, he assured that no one was tracking him and that his colleagues believed he’d left for a family emergency so they wouldn’t be bothering him. “You might want to give him a call to find out what it was.”

“Pass,” you refused with a shake of your head. “I don’t really care what you think your colleagues believe, but I know better than to trust cops, Detective.”

“Look, I told hyung that I’d let him know if you were okay, so can I do at least that?”

“No,” you insisted. “You can go back into town tomorrow and let them know.”

“You’ll be long gone before I make it back into city limits, won’t you?”

You didn’t answer him, instead pulling the blanket to your chin and watching him like a hawk. You don’t need sleep, you’ve run an entire week without before, so one night won’t make a difference. Fatigue still hits you like a fucking brick wall, but you ignore it and Namjoon while he sprawls across the floor, having no qualms about catching some sleep in your presence. You want to be offended; after all, men and women alike feared your very existence like the boogeyman. But Kim Namjoon? This asshole doesn’t seem to be rattled by you. It’s a little admirable, you begrudgingly admit.

Namjoon doesn’t fall asleep like he’d let you believe. Instead, he’d kept listening to any movement you or anything outside made. When Seokjin had called him in a panic earlier, he didn’t know why he even agreed to look for you when you could have very well blown his head off when he showed up. But Seokjin doesn’t ask for his help often, so for him to beg for Namjoon’s assistance, then it had to be bad. He wasn’t nearly as truthful as he’d let on; he knew exactly what had happened to you but wanted to hear it from your own lips. Seokjin had told him that the hybrid you’re keeping safe is a full shifter and that Jungkook had gone full panther after learning you wouldn’t be returning to the apartment. Seokjin had also told him that Jungkook had claimed you, and that being claimed by a full bred is nothing like being claimed by a half breed. With the bond twice as strong, Jungkook shifting meant that you would feel it just as bad and could even be deadly for you.

Oh, and Seokjin had even gone as far to tell Namjoon Jungkook’s name, which he of course immediately looked into. He’d found that Jungkook’s full name was Jeon Jungkook and that his family in America had been looking for him ever since his parents stopped contact all those years back. Namjoon doesn’t know what that means for your relationship, but if you’d truly meant harm to the panther then you’d have killed him long ago. So he deleted his search on Jungkook’s name from his computer with the intent to tell you as soon as everything else is sorted out. Jungkook had been so young when his parents died that Namjoon can’t fault him for not remembering he had family on the other side of the world. You, of course, only met the panther recently so you’re obviously not at fault for not knowing Jungkook had other family. The Jeon family’s search for Jungkook hadn’t reached this far and Namjoon had to do some real digging to find them, but guilt still weighed heavily on his mind. He should take Jungkook and give him back to his family before this whole thing with Hyungsik blows up. But by doing that, he’d only invite your wrath and he doesn’t exactly need you busting down his door, or laying waste to the precinct out of spite.

The light thump of something hitting wood has Namjoon on high alert and he bolts up to find you’d fallen asleep. Seokjin said it would happen; the exhaustion of undergoing a shift even though you remained completely human. It takes a toll on a hybrid, so Namjoon can’t imagine what it’s done to your body. But according to Seokjin, you should be out for a good day, maybe even two. For Namjoon to find you mere hours after the incident, not only up and walking, but so alert that you could fight him off, simply means you’re far stronger than anyone realizes. He doubts even you know how special you truly are. Without any understanding as to what happened, your first instinct was to go back to familiarity and protect yourself with a ferocity Namjoon hadn’t seen in some time. “You’re remarkable,” he mumbled aloud before he could stop himself. A moment later, an entire bated breath, Namjoon relaxed when he realized you hadn’t heard him.

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Light shined through the cabin window as you groaned and tossed the blanket over your head. You froze and scrambled off the couch, reaching for your gun and finding comfort in the weight of it. You swept through the cabin with no sign of Namjoon and you think he’s already left, which means you’re behind on time and Taehyung and Yoongi could already be close. “Shit,” you hissed through clenched teeth and moved for the door only for it to be thrown open, a freshly cleaned Namjoon standing in the doorway. He must have washed up at the lake, you realized and set your gun away, doesn’t seem like a bad idea right about now.

“You look like hell,” Namjoon deadpanned, shaking his head swiftly to get rid of the excess water in his hair. “I gotta say, Y/N, the bloodied and dirty look isn’t the best fashion choice.”

“Shut up,” you warned even as the dried mud began to flake off your clothes. Looking down at your arm, you wonder if the wounds have begun getting infected, but a salve on the bite marks covers them. Namjoon must have tended to them while you were asleep and it reminds you of Taehyung. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the memory but anger also flared up at the thought of so many people taking care of you when you’d gone so long doing it yourself.

“A simple ‘thank you’ works, you know,” Namjoon’s deep voice startled you back to the moment. “Then again, I don’t really expect one. Solemn silence will do.”

A laugh threatens to escape but you clamp your mouth shut before it can. With a huff, you barreled past Namjoon to make the 10 minute walk to the lake. A change of clothes weighed in your arms as you stomped through damp leaves, why you’re okay with turning your back to Namjoon, you’re unsure. A part of you knows that if Seokjin can trust him, then you should too. Another part doesn’t even want to fully trust Seokjin, but he wouldn’t go through all of this trouble to hurt any of you. His wife and daughter are proof enough. Bitterly, you think he could have made up his entire family to gain your trust. Then equally as bitter, you conjure up an entire scenario in which Seokjin trapped and took advantage of a hybrid that resulted in pregnancy. No. Seokjin is not that kind of man, you’re sure of it. He didn’t send Namjoon out here to hunt you down, he sent the detective out to check on you. Namjoon was the one who decided to stay and tend to you. Seokjin has to be out of his mind with worry. You know that you’re definitely considering going back to check on Jungkook.

Muscles sore and aching, you shed your clothes as soon as you reached the lake, dropping your gun just slightly closer to shore. The water was cold after the storm, clouds still taking over the sky and not allowing the sun to shine through and gift you a little bit of warmth. The mud was stubborn, leaving you to dunk underwater and scrub at your hair vigorously until you were surrounded by a cloud of dirt. When you finally pop back up, it’s to see Namjoon sitting next to your pile of clean clothes. “Holy shit!”

“Hyung said not to leave you alone,” he explained as you waded in the water at eye level rather than your entire upper body. “I only just got here, Y/N, I didn’t see anything. Besides that, I thought you might have drowned.”

You shot him a glare instead of a verbal response and glance at your gun that he’d left in place. No, he meant no harm to you. He would have hidden it or attacked you in the water. You’re becoming far too trusting, you scold yourself.

“You shouldn’t sit in there too long.” He stood and turned his back to walk away to give you some privacy. “The bacteria in the water won’t do any good for those bite marks. They still need to be bandaged up.”

You didn’t need the reminder, but wait for him to disappear through the trees before emerging from the water and dressing in a hurry. He must have called Seokjin after you left the cabin and the thought makes you uneasy. If Yoongi could track your phone, then he’d have no problem tracking Namjoon’s. Or worse, Namjoon might not have even actually called Seokjin but rather his partner. The thought hits you like a freight train and a sense of panic begins to rise, but then you reach the cabin to see Namjoon picking out the mud from both his and your boots with a pointed stick. You don’t like feeling rattled, especially around him, so you casually throw out, “Did you call Jackson?”

That made him pause but only briefly before he went back to cleaning the boots. “I’d ask how you know my partner’s name, but then you wouldn’t be labeled as one of the most skilled hunters around, would you? Well done on your homework, Y/N.”

“You seem to enjoy pissing me off,” you snapped back at him, “even knowing how easily I can kill you.”

“I didn’t call Jackson,” he chuckled. “I called hyung, like I said I did.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the precinct working on that warrant for Nam’s house?”

“I’ve got Jackson working on it,” he assured, dropping one boot and picking up a dirty one. “Don’t lose your shit just yet. Jackson hates Hyungsik just as much as the next person. He had no issue drawing up a warrant for the house.”

“Warrants take time,” you reminded him with a tilt of your head. “That’s what you said back at the diner.”

“I didn’t mention that they don’t take as long if someone’s been investigated before.” Namjoon smirked at you from the porch. “Hyungsik may have a perfect image on the surface, but on paper, he’s a person of interest in several different cases. Getting a warrant won’t be nearly as hard.”

“And you wonder why I don’t trust you.” You stalked into the cabin to rummage through the overnight bag you’d brought. You were going to return to the office in the next couple of days to pack more since you were in a hurry to leave in case Seokjin had told Taehyung where you’d be. Running a brush through your hair, you watched Namjoon from inside as his shoulders worked with the task of scraping out mud from your boots. “Why are you cleaning my boots?”

“If you plan on staking out Hyungsik’s home and sneaking in there, which I don’t doubt you’ll do,” he dropped another clean boot to work on his own, “then tracking mud through the house won’t help you any.”

“I hate cops,” you muttered and tossed the hairbrush on the couch before sitting on it, eyes never leaving Namjoon. Upon first meeting him, you knew he was smart. Looking at him now and the way he figured out your plans in a night, you know he’s fucking genius and that’s why he’d moved up the ladder in the precinct so fast. Despite a good night’s worth of sleep, you’re still tired and you don’t know why. Being away from Jungkook doesn’t help either.

“Jungkook shifted last night,” Namjoon hummed, remaining perfectly calm as you strode across the room in a flash and pressed your gun to the back of his head.

“Where did you hear that name?”

“Hyung told me last night.” He continued to work on his dirty boots as if you weren’t holding him at gunpoint. “He didn’t mean to but he had no other way of explaining the situation. He asked me to come out here because he was worried the effects of Jungkook shifting could have killed you.” He heard you cock back the firing pin, but still remained unbothered. “Being bonded to a hybrid is one thing, being bonded to a full bred shifter like Jungkook is another. It’s rare, but it does happen, Y/N. You’re not the first person hyung’s treated and you won’t be the last.”

“What else do you know?” Your free hand is shaking though you go through great efforts not to let Namjoon notice. Seokjin told him too much as is, now you need to know what else Namjoon was able to get out of him. “It’d be a shame to die without spilling what else Seokjin told you.”

“He told me what was necessary, nothing more.” Namjoon dropped the last boot, finally done with cleaning both pairs. “If he hadn’t then you very well could have died. I bet you don’t have anything in that bag to dress any wounds, do you?”

“Bites aren’t exactly the worst of my injuries.”

“Drop your gun, Y/N. If I wanted to out Jungkook then I would have. He’s perfectly safe where he’s at, which you’d know if you called hyung.” He pulled out his phone and set it on the porch next to him. For a moment, he thinks you’ll actually do it, but then you drop your gun and turn to stride back into the cabin. You have to be one of the most stubborn people he’s ever met, and given his line of work, that’s saying a lot.

“You’ve done what Seokjin asked.” You stood in the middle of the room, gun still in hand while the other rested on your hip. “Why are you still here?”

“Because your hybrid is unstable without you. If he shifts again while you’re out here, then you could hurt yourself again, maybe even worse this time. I don’t need a pissed off hybrid and hybrid hunter at my door because you were too stupid to let me help.”

“I’m not a fucking child. I don’t need help or protection, despite what Seokjin said. This mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Namjoon, is going to end in blood whether you want it to or not. Hyungsik won’t go down without a fight and I plan on putting him in the ground one way or another. You’re better off distancing yourself now before it gets even messier.”

“What do you think’s going to happen to that hybrid if you’re gone?” Namjoon shot back just as viciously. “You think he won’t lose his fucking mind? You think he won’t go absolutely fucking feral on everyone and everything around him? This isn’t just about your pride or the need to take Hyungsik out. It’s about Jungkook and whatever hybrid is left in that house, and their safety. But Jungkook won’t be safe if you’re gone, Y/N. He’ll spill human blood and then what do you think will happen to him? Hybrids don’t get fair trials, you know that. They’ll kill him without a second thought.”

You were at a loss, hands shaking at your sides as your free hand balled into a fist. You hated to admit that Namjoon was right. Hated that he could get under your skin so easily by bringing up the simple fact that with you gone, Jungkook is still in danger. Namjoon’s assessment of a situation you didn’t even consider made your blood boil. Why you didn’t consider what could happen after the confrontation with Hyungsik, you don’t know. All you know is that he’s an obstacle you have to be able to overcome. Namjoon had to go as well. It did you no good to have him throwing ‘what ifs’ around, but it also did you no good to send him away either. He can get his people into the house and to the hybrids, leaving space for you to get to Hyungsik.

“Did Seokjin tell you how Jungkook is now?” you asked the detective, hearing a heavy sigh leave his mouth. Gritting your teeth, you prepared yourself for the worst.

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“How’s he doing?” Taehyung asked Seokjin as they both squatted next to Jungkook’s sleeping form.

“He’s still running a fever.” Seokjin frowned and used the wash cloth Taehyung had brought him to wipe away the sweat on the hybrid’s brow. “I don’t understand, he should be fine.”

“It’s the separation,” Yoongi said from the doorway of yours and Jungkook’s shared room. “He was stressed before Y/N left and stayed that way throughout the entire day until you got back and gave us the bad news. The second she decided to leave this apartment, his anxiety skyrocketed, taking a bigger toll on his body than we thought.”

“It’s not usually like this.” Seokjin turned to Yoongi. “Full shifters are able to control themselves after an episode like that. They may not remember it, but they can function normally.”

“Jungkook’s trauma probably adds on to it.” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. “Hyung, he’s not exactly a normal shifter. Jungkook’s pure-bred. There’s a lot we still don’t know about them.”

“We need Y/N,” Taehyung growled. He’d been pissed all day. Pissed that you won’t allow him to help. Pissed that you’d leave Jungkook in the state that he’s in. Pissed that you’re willing to throw your entire life away over scum like Hyungsik under the guise that all you want is to protect Jungkook. He wants to call bullshit. He wants to find you, grab you by the shoulders, and shake some sense into you. He knows it’ll never happen though. You’re far too good at what you do, disappearing is basically second nature for you. The fact that Seokjin confirmed what they had all feared after getting a phone call from Namjoon ate at Taehyung more and more with each passing minute. The fact that Namjoon won’t tell them where you were either grates on his nerves. He should be the one helping you. He should be the one taking care of you. Him and Jungkook, and Seokjin, and Yoongi, and Hoseok. They should all be there and they weren’t, and he hated it.

“Taehyung, relax.” Yoongi put a hand on his shoulder. He saw the tension in the younger man’s shoulders from a mile away. Having him on a rampage won’t help Jungkook get better, nor will it help you get the job done any faster. “We have to be patient. She can do this.”

“She shouldn’t be doing it alone,” Taehyung shot back, standing up straight and storming into the living room. Throwing himself on the sofa, he denied Hoseok’s offer of food. How he can even think of eating right now is beyond Taehyung, but in the back of his mind he knew he was being unfair. They didn’t deserve his pissy mood, and he knew that Hoseok meant well. But fuck, he couldn’t sit around on his ass while you were who the hell knows where, doing who the hell knows what.

Seokjin and Yoongi made their way into the living room soon after Taehyung. Seokjin frowned when Hoseok shot a pleading look at him, eyes bouncing back and forth between him and Taehyung. He wrung his hands together nervously as Yoongi walked past him to settle on the sofa. “Jungkook won’t get better until Y/N gets back.”

“What if she doesn’t come back?” Hoseok asked what everyone was thinking even if they didn’t want to voice it aloud.

“Shut up,” Taehyung hissed, preparing to launch himself across the room to strangle Hoseok if it got him to stop talking. He nearly accomplished doing so if Yoongi hadn’t tackled him to the ground. He wrestled with the older man, managing to put him in a headlock while Yoongi used all of his strength to keep Taehyung pinned to the floor. “Get off of me!”

“Calm your stupid ass down and I will!” Yoongi grunted, finally breaking free from Taehyung’s hold and gripping his shoulders to keep him in place. “You can’t do this shit, Taehyung! Fighting us, arguing with us, losing your shit, you can’t do it, okay?! You’re not the only one on edge here. We’re all worried about what could happen to either of them, but she left us here to take care of Junkgook. We can’t do that if we don’t stay calm. So stop it now.”

Taehyung wasn’t sure what was worse. Yoongi being the one to tell him to get some common sense, or that he had to be told to get some self control in the first place. For so long, it had only been you and him. The two of you getting into trouble and then him bailing you out or vice versa. Just the two of you living your lives whether it be in squalor or the few short months you’d managed to gain the both of you access to luxury. And then it hit him. He loved you. He loved you from the moment you saved his life in the dirty alley all those years ago. He loved you even when you were vicious and unrecognizable while other times it was like a complete 180, and you were the girl he owed his life to. He loved you even when he knew you could never love him back, and he would always be okay with that.

“It hurts,” Taehyung gasped through his tears that he didn’t even realize had been falling. Throwing his hands up to his face and pushing the palms of his hands into his eyes, he sobbed. Hard. His lip quivered, his chest ached, his throat burned, but he didn’t care. “It hurts so fucking much.”

“I know.” Yoongi’s voice softened as he let up and reeled back to fall on his ass. He knew from the second he’d seen Taehyung scold you that it was more than just friendship. Taehyung had done things for you that Yoongi hadn’t been able to since you were a teenager, and it filled him with a jealous rage he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling. But the one thing he could never do was fall in love with you, not the way Taehyung had. Yoongi was never what you needed, he’d always known that. Yes, he was the only escape you’d ever had, but he wasn’t capable of healing your wounds physically like Taehyung could, or mentally like Jungkook had. Still, he understood the way Taehyung’s heart felt like it was splitting in half. Because he’d felt it too. The day your grandfather had whisked you away left a hole in his heart that he was never able to fill.

Seokjin could only stare at his feet while Taehyung bawled his eyes out. He spared Yoongi a glance to find his friend on the verge of his own tears. He knew now, the kind of effect you had on people. Yoongi had explained it to him one night and while he thought he’d understood perfectly well, he clearly didn’t get it as much as he initially thought. You were cruel, he knew that, but you were also fiercely protective, even for him and his family when you hadn’t even known him that long. You had no reason to trust him, but you did, and you’ve gone out of your way to make sure he didn’t fall too deep because you swore that he’d get his family back. Something constricted in his chest when he realized your determination to keep him and his reputation intact is because of his family. A family that you never had. A family that you don’t want him to miss out on.

Hoseok was guilt ridden. He never should have asked what would happen if you don’t return safely. It did something that could never be undone. Taehyung was crumbling, Yoongi was fighting a losing battle as a few tears slipped down his cheeks, and Seokjin…well, Seokjin was known for keeping everything running smoothly but now he’d clammed up and bowed his head with a sadness Hoseok didn’t think anybody but Yoongi had felt in the years Hoseok had known him. He didn’t know the way Yoongi and Taehyung did, he only knew that you were precious to them and in turn had become precious to him as well, even though he’d seen you hold your own against any and all odds. You didn’t need to be taken care of or protected, but they wanted to do it. You were too important to all of them. They would lose a part of themselves if you were gone. He jumped when a knock sounded from the front door and moved to answer it since no one else could seem to gather themselves enough.

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“I can slip in with your officers,” you said as you paced the length of the rundown cabin. When Namjoon didn’t respond, you looked over to find him grimacing at his phone screen. “What? What is it?”

“Hyung hasn’t called.” Namjoon drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “He said he would.”

“Namjoon.” You snapped your fingers to get his attention. “Focus. The sooner we get through this, the sooner we can check on him.”

He grit his teeth but listened and shoved his phone back into his pocket. The slight twitching of your fingers didn’t make him feel any better though, because if you were nervous about Seokjin’s lack of communication, then he for damn sure should be worried too. There wasn’t much he could do except listen to this so-called plan you have. It’s not the greatest and it could end in disaster, but with no extensive knowledge about Nam’s home, then he’s left to rely on your and your word. When you were done explaining, he gathered up his things in preparation to leave. “I’m going back into town. Jackson should be done with the warrant. If you can, stay closer to Hyungsik’s home. Without a way to communicate, you’ll have to wait it out until we get there.”

You nodded in understanding while he made his way outside. He stopped to toss a look over his shoulder, a silent reminder to be patient and not storm Hyungsik’s home by yourself. When he was finally out of sight, you turned to a slightly dislodged panel of the wall. Namjoon hadn’t seemed to notice it and you blew out a sigh of relief when you pried it open to find another pack hidden within it. Pulling it free, you unzipped it to find more knives, a few more pistols, and more ammunition. All the years you’d spent hunting and you’d never been able to get your hands on any kevlar. It occurred to you to ask Namjoon, but then Hyungsik would notice the difference. Not once had you gone out of your way to protect yourself to that extreme, and having Nam pick up on it wouldn’t bode well. He’s a smart man, he’d make the connections too easily and it would leave you too vulnerable. You couldn’t risk it.

Hours later, you found yourself stooped low behind a tree not too far from Hyungsik’s house. Nothing really prepared you for the flashing blue and red lights that came up his driveway. You knew it’d be coming, but it brought back memories you weren’t willing to relive. Jaw ticking, you powered through and slipped in behind a few uniforms as they barged inside with Namjoon at the front. Nobody seemed to notice your presence, or if they did they weren’t too concerned about it. While Yejin and her mother screamed in terror at the men sweeping through their home, you’d slipped into an entryway that you knew led to Hyungsik’s office. Either he hadn’t heard the commotion yet, or he was hiding there like a coward.

Crouching low and planting your ear against the door, you could hear file cabinets being slammed shut and a slew of curse words leave an adult man’s mouth. With a smirk, you slowly crept into the room, hiding amongst the shadows and watching Hyungsik panic while searching his desk for something. Jungkook’s file, you realized, as he pounded his fist against his desk repeatedly and muttered about the black panther hybrid. Gun loaded, silencer screwed onto the barrel, you stepped into what little lighting there was and took aim.

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Namjoon had picked only the finest and most trustworthy officers to go with him to raid Hyungsik’s home, Jackson included. Back when he’d first gotten to the station, he’d pulled them into the briefing room and informed them that he’d brought in an outside source. He’d told them to pay no mind and keep searching for the captive hybrids, that his “hired gun” wouldn’t get in their way so they should mind their own while there. When he’d pushed his way through the doors, he noticed a few uniforms glance along the walls where they thought their eyes were playing tricks. But Namjoon knew better. It was you combing your own way through the house. A few of his officers were busy holding back Mrs. Nam and the daughter while the rest scoured the large house. Namjoon stayed in the middle where he could be seen if needed, and it was with a relieved slump of his shoulders when he’d been told the hybrids had been found that he felt himself smile triumphantly. With the hybrids safe and being led outside to waiting transport vehicles, Jackson congratulated his friend with a pat on the shoulder. He needed to find you, though, because he didn’t know what you were getting yourself into and the last thing he needed was a dead body on his hands. Creeping his way through the house proved to be rather difficult when his damn phone wouldn’t stop going off. He huffed out a curse and lifted the phone to his ear. “What?”

“Namjoon,” Seokjin’s frantic voice greeted him. “Something’s happened.”

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“I figured you’d be coming sooner or later.” Hyungsik didn’t seem nearly as frazzled as he was a moment ago. He looked you right in the eye and had the balls to smirk. “When I was able to track down Dr. Kim’s whereabouts, I knew this day would come. Clever one, aren’t you, Y/N?”

You tensed. He’d known? He’d tracked down Seokjin? What the fuck was going on?

“You led my men in circles,” Hyungsik chuckled darkly. “I knew what I was dealing with when it came to you. But when you went after Suho, I knew something was off. Even though you two hate each other, you’ve always managed to not cross paths with him unless you were forced to. At first I thought it was because of the money, and then I thought it was really because he was hindering the job, but then you made a mistake. You fought him.”

“He sought me out,” you hissed.

“Yes, but usually you let him go.” Hyungsik shook his head as if amused. “This time, however, you fought him hand to hand. Something in you snapped, and I knew. You had him, didn’t you? The hybrid I paid a pretty penny for.”

Had.

“What did you do?” The gun in your hand began to shake as fury built up in the pit of your belly, along with a striking fear you hadn’t felt since you were a child. When all he did was laugh in response, you cocked back the firing pin. “What the fuck did you do?!”

Nothing. He said nothing, admitted to nothing, but he smiled. Grinned from ear to ear and suddenly you were brought back to the days where your grandfather would give you the same sinister pull of his mouth. You pulled the trigger and Hyungsik jumped, looking over his shoulder to find a bullet lodged in the wall a few inches from his head.

“I won’t ask you again,” you warned with a trembling voice. Fuck, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You knew it would go sideways, but you didn’t think someone like Hyungsik could get the drop on someone like you.

“Y/N,” a smooth voice entered the room. Namjoon had his own gun drawn, aimed right at you and ready to fire if necessary. “Put it down.”

“Fuck off, Kim.”

“I can’t let you kill him,” Namjoon sounded desperate. “I need him alive for those hybrids to get their own justice.”

“What better justice than his death?” You set your jaw and adjusted your aim to right in the middle of Hyungsik’s forehead.

“You won’t find Jungkook without him.” Namjoon tried one more time, hearing an audible gasp escape your lips. “He has him, Y/N, I’m so sorry. He took Jungkook and we’re doing everything we can to find him, but Hyungsik has to live long enough to tell us.”

The last of your restraint snapped and you dropped your gun to rush Hyungsik, gripping the front of his dress shirt and shoving him into the wall with brute force. You cocked your fist back and drove it into his face, hearing the crunch of bones and knowing you broke his nose. Another punch and his teeth cracked together. Another one and his head smacked back into the wall. Another and another and another until Namjoon forced you away.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you back as you clawed at his forearms. You were like a feral animal, he noted, and could only watch you struggle against his hold and snarl at Hyungsik. He looked at Hyungsik’s bloody face, feeling a bit of satisfaction when the older man slumped to the floor in both shock and pain. Clearly he’d never been on the receiving end of your fury and Namjoon could only hope that he himself would never have to endure it. Hauling your kicking and screaming form out of the room, Namjoon kept you from attacking the approaching officers, informing them of Hyungik’s condition and telling them to put him in cuffs. They rushed inside the office after sending him a worried look, but he simply waved them away and continued to drag you out of the house completely.

“Let me go!” you screeched. There was a loud roaring in your ears as red painted your vision and you struggled against something solid. You couldn’t register Namjoon or the way he held you tight to his chest. “I’ll fucking kill him!”

“Y/N, stop it!” Namjoon’s voice boomed, catching everyone’s attention including Jackson’s. His partner stared at you two with wide eyes and took a step in your direction. Namjoon shook his head before shoving you up against his car. “Enough! You hear me? That’s fucking enough.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes blinking away the hazy remnants of pure rage that clouded your vision. You broke, tears cascading down your face, and allowed Namjoon to wrap you up in his arms. A scream tore itself from your throat and vibrated against his chest, knees buckling and he did his best to hold you upright. If they’d gotten to Jungkook then there was no doubt that they’d hurt the rest of the guys. Taehyung, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Hoseok. They had to have hurt them all, or worse. Another piercing cry made its way out of your mouth as Namjoon shushed you gently, like a mother would a child. Like your mother did when you were a child.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, clutching onto you tightly. “It’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to find him, I promise. But right now we have to go back to Taehyung’s apartment. The guys are waiting for you there.”

“Detective,” an officer whose name Namjoon couldn’t bother to recall at the moment, approached him with a hybrid at his side. He hesitated but decided whatever he was going to say was important enough to interrupt. “The rest of our cars are full. You’ll have to take this hybrid with you.”

“Is there no one else?” Namjoon hissed back, tilting his head in your direction in hopes that the officer could take the damn hint.

“No, sir,” the officer frowned and shook his head. “I’m sorry but we’re all full.”

Namjoon set his jaw and nodded. “Tell the captain I have one more stop to make and I’ve got a hybrid that we recovered with me.”

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Namjoon didn’t know what to make of the silent car ride. He glanced at you every few minutes to find that you’d been perfectly still in your seat. The shock must have finally sunk in, he figured, and checked his rearview mirror to see the red fox hybrid he’d been transporting in the back seat, silently watching and gauging you. This must not be one of the hybrid’s you’d hunted down for Hyungsik. Well, there’s one silver lining, Namjoon supposed. If you had been the one to track this poor guy down then this would have been an entirely different car ride. The city lights passed in a blur and Namjoon gripped his steering wheel tight. Whatever catatonic state you’d gone into isn’t good. He doesn’t know what, if anything at all, can pull you out of it, but when it does finally happen, he’s sure you’ll unleash hell on those around you. Finally pulling up to Taehyung’s building, he got out of the car and rounded it to the passenger side where he opened the door for you to get out as well. You moved mechanically, like a robot, but at least he didn’t have to hold you up anymore. He wasn’t sure he could do that and keep an eye on the hybrid in his care at the same time.

You led Namjoon and the hybrid through the building until you finally reached Taehyung’s door. The keypad hadn’t been tampered with but the door was snapped off its hinges, meaning Hyungsik’s mean had barreled through once it was opened. Glass crunched beneath your heavy boot as you looked around the apartment. Furniture had been overturned, the tv smashed in, holes the size of fists littered the walls, and finally your eyes landed on a splatter of blood leading into the hallway.

“Shit,” Namjoon growled and pulled on your upper arm to turn you away from the blood. From what he’d been told, none of the guys were hurt so where did it come from and where did it lead to? “Hyung?” he called out.

“Here,” Seokjin answered tiredly, emerging from the hallway with Hoseok and Yoongi trailing behind him. He took in your state and rushed to you, cupping your face in his hands and watching your trembling lip. “Oh, Y/N.” He pulled you into his embrace, rocking you back and forth like he did with his own daughter when she was upset. “I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi’s hands itched to reach you. He wanted, no, needed to hold you. He needed to do as he’d always done, console you. Help you feel better. Take the pain away. Anything. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t who you needed at that moment. Who you needed was gone, taken, and they’d failed him. They didn’t fight back hard enough.

Hoseok couldn’t face you knowing that Jungkook was gone. He wasn’t a fighter like you were. None of them were on your level and part of him hates that you weren’t around to protect Jungkook like you’d promised to be. Part of him was angry that you could be so careless as to leave Jungkook in their less than capable hands. But he couldn’t blame you. All of them thought Taehyung’s apartment was safe. None of them were as prepared as they should have been. Footsteps caught his attention just as Taehyung emerged from his room dressed in a fresh change of clothes. Taehyung had fought the hardest, using skills that you’d taught him, but still…it wasn’t enough.

“Taehyung,” you hiccupped from Seokjin’s arms, launching yourself at your best friend and nearly knocking him to the ground. “He’s gone, Taehyung. He’s gone and I–I–.”

“No,” Taehyung insisted, tightening his arms around your shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault, Y/N, you hear me?”

Tears poured down your face and you began wailing once more. It broke their hearts and reminded Yoongi of the night you’d lost your mother. Falling to your knees, Taehyung went with you, smoothing down your hair and kissing the top of your head. He’d seen you in a number of different states, but this was something else. This was heart wrenching. This was…this was you breaking. He’d never seen it to this extent and he hated himself for not being able to do more.

“Taehyung?” a timid voice carried across the room. “K-Kim Taehyung?” Namjoon looked back at the hybrid he’d brought along, completely forgetting he was even there. Curiosity got the best of him as the red fox slowly approached you and Taehyung. It finally clicked that Taehyung knew this hybrid, and Namjoon looked to Seokjin while nodding in your direction. He was glad when his friend took the hint and gathered you in his arms instead.

“Jimin?” Taehyung breathed as Seokjin slowly peeled you away from him. Elation bloomed in his chest and sprung up from the floor to hug the red fox hybrid. “Holy shit, Jimin, it’s you. Oh my God, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You stood blinking with confusion in Seokjin’s arms. Taehyung knew this hybrid? Taehyung had been looking for this hybrid? “Tae?”

“Seokjin, let her go,” Namjoon instructed the eldest. He recognized the anger swirling in your eyes. This wasn’t good. You were fresh off one betrayal and now that Taehyung had seemingly kept something so important from you, Namjoon had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Hyung, step. Away. From her.”

“What the fuck is this?” you seethed, jumping from emotion to the next as you so often did and everybody but Namjoon and this new hybrid were used to it. When Taehyung hadn’t answered, you blew up. “Kim Taehyung, I’m fucking talking to you!”

Taehyung tensed, slowly pulling back from Jimin and pushing his friend behind him as if to…protect him from you. Hurt flashed in your eyes and Taehyung winced because that wasn’t his intention. “Y/N, listen to me, please.”

“Listen to you?” you scoffed in disbelief. “What exactly am I supposed to be listening to, Taehyung?” your hands curled into fists as you stepped around piles of glass, slapping away Yoongi’s outstretched hand. “Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N, please, just calm down.” Taehyung pled, stepping back every time you stepped forward. “Let me explain.”

“Oh, by all means,” your voice had gone cold, distant, and it sent chills up Namjoon’s spine to see such a stark contrast to the girl he’d comforted back at Hyungsik’s home. “Explain.”

Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. And you’d grown impatient, so much so that you’d plucked the knife strapped to your thigh and launched it across the room, everyone gaping at the way it lodged in the kitchen cabinet. “Fucking explain, Taehyung!”

“That night you found me,” Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper, the red fox hybrid curling into his side, “I was left there by my father. He’d brought Jimin into our home as a slave, Y/N, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the way he treated Jimin, slapping him around and degrading him, so I stood up to my father. He’d gotten wasted that night like always, only this time.” He glanced down at his long lost friend and stroked behind his ear fondly, “this time he wanted Jimin to…”

Taehyung didn’t have to finish his sentence, he knew that you knew exactly what his father wanted from Jimin. Everyone in that room did, making their skin crawl. Tears pooled at your eyes, breath trembling as you waited for him to continue his story.

“Anyway,” Taehyung continued, “that night I tried to fight back. I pulled him off of Jimin so he could run away and when he was gone, my father turned to me and beat the shit out of me. Tossing me onto the street and never looking back. I hated him, Y/N, I always did but even more so when he mistreated Jimin.”

“And what?” you questioned, bottom lip quivering. “You went around hunting hybrids with me because…?”

“I thought eventually I’d find him,” Taehyung confessed, his face softening at seeing your tears again and he reached his hand out to grab yours, to comfort you and make you feel safe like he’d always done. “You’re the greatest tracker I know, Y/N. I thought---.”

“No!” You ripped your hand from his, making all of the guys flinch at your outburst. “No, Tae! You can’t do that!” Taking giant steps away from him and Jimin, you drew in a sharp breath, trying to keep your voice steady. “You...you knew what I did. You helped me, Taehyung, and did to those hybrids what your father did to Jimin. Was I a monster to you too, Tae?”

“Of course not!” He hissed in frustration and looked around to the rest of the room in hopes of getting some help.

“What did you think of me, Taehyung?” you murmured, tears finally spilling over and running down your cheeks. “What did you really think of me?”

“I thought you were lost, Y/N, like most people were, like my father was. But I watched you tear yourself apart every time you delivered a hybrid, wanting so bad to take it all back and wishing we didn’t have to live that way. Your heart is bigger than you give yourself credit for and that’s why I never saw you as a monster. You’re my best friend and I wanted to help you find a better way---.”

“Oh, well fuck,” you let out a humorless laugh, “thank you, Saint Taehyung. Thank you for never mentioning how you felt about hybrids. Thank you for keeping that part of yourself from me and making me think that maybe I wasn’t as fucked up as I really am.”

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung pleaded with you and gently pulled Jimin from his side to try and approach you. “I would have died that night without you.”

“Oh fuck off!” you shrieked and wiped at the tears that seemed to be forever flowing, your skin becoming damp. “I saved you from a hybrid abusing alcoholic only for you to end up with another one. You saw the things I did, the things I said, the hybrids I doomed by giving them to the shittiest people alive, and you said nothing. You did nothing! You wiped the blood from my hands, the tears from my face, and the sweat from my forehead when I had nightmares and you didn’t say a fucking thing. You wanted to help me, Tae? You could have let me die with my demons the many nights I asked you to leave me and my bottle be.”

The room couldn’t have been more silent upon your confession. Only Taehyung knew you’d been suicidal throughout your hunting years. Only Taehyung had seen what could happen if he wasn’t around. And he hid this from you. All this time.

“What would you have done if we’d come across him in a hunt?” you asked him, sidestepping Yoongi once more. Carefully, you circled your way around all of them until you were finally positioned by the front door. And Taehyung would usually notice, but this time he hadn’t. He hadn’t noticed and you finally saw yourself for what you were. A monster.

“Y/N,” Taehyung’s voice wavered this time. He never meant to hurt you this way, especially when you were already on edge from losing Jungkook.

“I should have known,” you whimpered, “you were too good of a person to be at my side. I really thought I just imagined you on some days. I didn’t deserve you in my life. I didn’t deserve anything. I’m tainted and everything I touch rots.”

“No, that’s not true!” Taehyung had grown frustrated, too frustrated, apparently because he’d caught on too late to what you were doing. He caught the small step you took in the direction of the door and lunged at the same time you bolted from the apartment. “No!”

Thunder clapped as Taehyung sprinted after your quickly retreating figure, rain poured down against the windows. Everyone else seemed to be frozen, none of them able to move save for Jimin reaching out to Taehyung’s back. He didn’t want to stop Taehyung, far from it, but he wanted comfort from somebody familiar. Thunder boomed again and Jimin jumped in place, a small whimper escaping his mouth and was surprised to feel a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked at Hoseok and allowed him to stay close.

“Damn it,” Namjoon cursed and ran a hand through his hair. “I have to go after them.”

“Namjoon, that’s not a good idea.” Seokjin stopped him from leaving. “Y/N’s too volatile for you to handle. Taehyung can do it.”

“She nearly killed him with that knife,” Namjoon snapped at him and threw his arm out to show the evidence of your anger.

“All the more reason for Taehyung to be the only one to handle her right now.”

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Dripping wet, Taehyung stepped into a place he didn’t think he’d ever go back to. Or you for that matter. But this is where you were comfortable. This is where you could hide and feel safe.

“Y/N,” he called out into the dark room. He had to admit he was a little scared. A bombshell had been dropped on you and if it’s one thing Taehyung had come to learn about you, it’s that you detested nothing more than unpredictability. You liked being ten steps ahead of anyone else, but tonight you’d been knocked down and kicked around. “Y/N, I know you’re here.”

“You should go,” your voice sounded far away but he knew you were hiding somewhere in the shadows. “Get the fuck out, Taehyung.”

“Only if you come with me,” he huffed. You were a fast runner, and he’d lost you once you’d made it out of the building of the apartment. But he knew exactly where you’d gone, sprinting the entire way to your old office. “I’m not leaving here until you are, you know that.”

The whoosh of a knife soaring through the air made his whole body lock up as it landed right next to his ear. You stepped into the light that filtered in from the neon signs outside. “I said get the fuck away from me.”

“You don’t get to be angry with me,” he argued through clenched teeth. You’d been mad at him plenty of times before, but you’d never physically attacked him. Even though he knew you would never actually hit him with a knife, the fact that you came so close was what pissed him off. “I didn’t intentionally withhold information about Jimin from you. I just forgot, okay? He was my best friend before you found me and yes, I thought I’d find him one day with your help. But over time, I lost hope that he was even still alive. It’s why I was never worried about crossing him during a job. I thought about him from time to time, I won’t lie about that, but they were just thoughts. I never dreamed I’d find him alive again. Only hoped.”

“And now he’s here,” you interrupted him, attempting to move around him as you had at the apartment. “How happy you must be. How fucking grateful you must feel to see him alive and well, Taehyung.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled, standing tall and in your way because he’ll be damned if you get away from him again. “You’re not running away again. If you want to get past me, then you’re going to have to kill me. You want that?”

“I want to be left alone.”

“Tough shit.” He stepped toward you, snagging you by the waist and lifting your feet from the ground before you could run out. He held on tight as you kicked off one of the beams and he flew back against the wall with a grunt. He moved his head just in time when you reared your own head back to try to connect with his chin, and still he held on for dear life. One of your legs flew forward and then came back to hit his shin. He grit his teeth, but didn’t let go, instead falling to one knee and shoving you face down to the ground. He pinned you by the shoulders and straddled your waist with only his partial weight. You may be a better fighter but he was bigger than you, it’s why you avoided physically fighting with him if you could.

He loomed over you, dropping his forehead to the back of your head and whispering, “Stop it. Enough, now, Y/N.”

“I hate you,” you breathed. “I hate you with every ounce of my being, Kim Taehyung.”

“I don’t really give a fuck.” He did, actually. Hearing those words for your mouth with such conviction made him think that maybe there’s a little bit of truth to them. But no, you didn’t mean them. Not really. “You can hate me all you want, but you’re going back to the apartment. You’re going to listen to us and we’re going to come up with a plan to find Jungkook. One that doesn’t involve self-sacrifice, Y/N, because I know you. You’ll go in, guns blazing, and just hope you’ll come out alive. This fell apart because you weren’t with us. We should have been together, as a team, like we’ve always done.”

“I can’t!” you burst, body relaxing against the floor and turning around to face Taehyung with bloodshot eyes. It was then that he realized you’d been holding back this entire time. “I can’t, okay? I can’t go back there if he’s not there, Taehyung. You know what really scared me? It wasn’t the broken door, or the glass, or the mess, or even the fucking blood on the floor. It was walking into our room and not finding him there. It was being in there and realizing I never should have left. I left, Tae. I left him.”

Taehyung pressed his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist while your arms instinctively wound around his neck, and he lifted you from the floor to walk out of the office. He carried you the entire way back to the apartment, stepping into the foyer to find the rest of the guys cleaning up. He scanned the room for Jimin, spotting his friend on the sofa that had been righted.

“Namjoon thought it was best for him to stay with someone familiar,” Seokjin explained, a broom in his hand that he was going to put down to check on you. Instead, he let Taehyung walk by him so he could set you on the sofa.

Taehyung sat with you in his lap, facing Jimin and introducing you. “Chim, this Y/N, she helped save you tonight.”

You snorted into Taehyung’s neck. Saved was an overstatement. You’d gone in there with the intention of killing Hyungsik, it was the officers and Namjoon that really saved Jimin.

“Thank you,” Jimin’s melodic voice somehow soothed you and Taehyung smiled. Jimin always had a way of calming people, even now, after years of abuse, he was genuine in his gratitude.

“You won’t thank me when you find out what I am,” you protested and Taehyung clicked his tongue in disapproval. You looked up at his face and huffed, “Well, he won’t.”

“Y/N’s a hunter, Chim,” Taehyung supplied. He prepared for the backlash to come from Jimin. He didn’t know what he’d gone through after escaping his father and the last thing he wanted was to push a button that could send Jimin spiraling. “A lot of those hybrid’s in Hyungsik’s home…she put them there.”

Jimin frowned at you. It was your first time meeting but from the way the guys spoke of you, and from what he’d seen, he could tell that you weren’t like the people he usually encountered. You cared and loved, but you were scared. Scared that every time something good happens there’s bad lurking around the corner, always living your life waiting for the other shoe to drop. He could feel Taehyung’s body vibrating with emotion, his best friend waiting patiently to see his reaction. He tilted his head and reached out, pausing briefly as your body tensed, and continued on until his fingers grazed your skin, gently running along your arm.

“You won’t hurt me,” he assessed. “I know that.”

You felt scrutinized under Jimin’s gaze, but it felt like a weight was lifted from your shoulders when he accepted you and what you are. You opened your mouth to thank him, for what you’re not entirely sure, when the juncture in your neck began to burn. You inhaled sharply and jumped away from Taehyung’s lap with urgency, rushing to the bathroom with all the guys barreling behind you. A flurry of ‘what’s wrong’ followed you as you burst through the bathroom door to look in the mirror. Jungkook’s bite mark was perfectly normal, the skin wasn’t irritated, but it still burned like hell.

“Jungkook’s awake,” you puffed out and turned to them. You met each pair of eyes with determination. “It’s time to find him.”

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