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[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Home Calls the Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: five

Word Count: 8.9k+

rating: T (uh, once again none I can think of this time)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

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Author’s Note: Thank you everyone for your patience. I really thought I’d have had time to put this out a lot sooner than this, but it was just too busy. But I hope this can be like a holiday gift maybe!

The rabbit stood stiffly off to the side as his family (and their guest) prepared the table. Like Namjoon, everyone had been both surprised and relieved to see him out of the room and willing to join them, greeting him with smiles and a few hugs.

 They backed off quickly though, probably scared they were going to overwhelm him if they made a big deal about it for too long. Jungkook supposed it made sense they would treat him as fragile, he was the youngest so it was already a given they babied him for years. Then when Gramps left them suddenly he did kind of check out.

Admittedly, when Jin-hyung mentioned a guest staying overnight, Jungkook hadn’t thought about it. The information slipped away almost as fast as it registered. He had more important things to wallow about think over. And, even if he had been paying attention, the pack maknae would have just come to the conclusion it was someone they already knew. 

The neighboring farms, spread out as they were, had known about Gramps. They sent condolences or a few dishes for the boys to eat while the lawyer helped break down his will and the hyungs made funeral arrangements. Why would any of them bring a new person around when they were all still mourning?

Clearly, a lot had happened since he’d shut himself off, because the human girl among them was brand new to him. She had to have been new to the others too, because they didn’t keep secret friends from each other. 

“Um, so, anywhere in particular I should set this?” the newcomer was asking Jin. She held up the plate of eggs she had been given. (Y/N). Namjoon-hyung said her name was (Y/N).

“Somewhere near the middle is fine,” Yoongi answered instead, walking by with a big, chilled pitcher of orange juice to place. “If any of these uncivilized heathens want some, they’re not shy about taking their share.” 

Even Yoongi-hyung was acknowledging her? Jungkook barely held back his look of surprise. Being that Yoongi was born a wild hybrid, and had spent a portion of his childhood that way, he was more wary of new humans than most. 

Gramps and a few of the old man’s associates that came around over the years and were trustworthy were about the only exceptions. Every other non-hybrid person that came into their space got the cold shoulder for the most part.

“Speaking of that, (Y/N) you fix your plate first.” Jin instructed, finally setting down the amazingly fluffy, mouth-watering stack of pancakes. “I made more than usual but I still doubt there’ll be any extras.” Jungkook’s nose twitched as the warm steam wafted into his nostrils, carrying the sweet and gooey fragrance of cinnamon rolls. 

His hyung was definitely a culinary genius. Fusing breakfast pancakes and dessert should have been a crime, it was so good. 

“It’s been so long since hyung made these,” Taehyung stated, tail wagging. “I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Do you ever?” Namjoon muttered, though there was a small smile on his full lips. 

Once everything was out and set up, everyone scrambled to take their seats. Jungkook went for his usual spot slowly, noticing that (Y/N) hung back, looking painfully out of place. She was still wearing Taehyung’s coat, though it was open, revealing Jimin’s pajamas. 

The minute he had seen that, Jungkook grew more curious than ever about who she was to the others. Yeah, sometimes if one of their friends came over and spent the night they might borrow a change of clothes, but not a female friend. 

“Wait,” Taehyung brought attention to the same thing he noticed, absently placing his hand on Namjoon’s wrist before it could bump his glass. “(Y/N) hasn’t sat down.”

That was when everyone turned their attention on the awkward female standing by, then glanced around the table. All the spots had been set but one, and Jungkook had taken up his usual one. 

There was only one seat left, and there was something about it that made offering it up wrong. Gramps. Gramps’ spot remained empty and untouched, chair tucked neatly in. Evidently, even their guest could sense that was not a seat for the taking, as she had opted to just stand around instead of sitting there. 

“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she assured them. “I can eat at the counter…”

“You don’t want to sit with us?” Taehyung pouted, the puppy eyes in full effect.

“It’s not that!” She said quickly, “I just…”

“Just grab an extra chair and we’ll all scoot down.” Yoongi mumbled, “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m hungry and ready to eat.”

Blinking, the others nodded slowly, seemingly okay with that suggestion. 

(Y/N) made her way to an available stool just as Jimin got up to fetch it for her, ever thoughtful. Their hands landed on it at the same time, and they both paused, then shared a brief chuckle.

 “Let me,” Not taking no for an answer, Jimin picked it up easily and brought it to the table, placing it between his chair and Hoseok’s. (Y/N) thanked them and sat down, allowing breakfast to continue. 

While it was true he’d only been nibbling at his meals the last week, suddenly the low hunger pangs in his stomach were making him regret that. His fingers loosely gripped the silverware, waiting a little impatiently as a girl he had never seen before got to take her time preparing her own plate at Jin and Taehyung’s insistence.

Finally she was done, and just like that, everyone sprang at the food simultaneously, the loud clambering nearly drowning out Jin’s scolding about having some manners. Jungkook was so used to it, he didn’t even bat an eye, holding his own just fine against his hyungs as he secured a stack of pancakes, eggs, and a few links of sausage. Jin didn’t cook Western often, and he wanted to savor it. But his stomach had other plans, and when he stuffed the first few heavenly bites in his mouth, the bunny would admit he wasn’t sure he tasted it until after it went down. 

“So, what do you think?” Hoseok asked (Y/N) conversationally, keeping an eye on his plate in case anyone got greedy and snuck a few bites. They loved each other, but everyone in the household knew all was fair in food and war.

“Good,” she hummed, having another bite after swallowing the first. “Really good. Thank you for letting me share this meal with you. It beats the energy bar and coffee I usually wolf down in the morning.”

“It’s nothing,” Jin smiled, clearly pleased with her approval of his cooking. “It’s the least we can do since you put up with this one’s insolence,” he waved his hand at Taehyung, who tucked in closer to his plate and avoided Jin’s eyes, “And helped with Jilju this morning.”

Jungkook perked up at that. He hadn’t planned to say much unless someone addressed him directly, still equally curious and cautious of the girl among them, but he couldn’t ignore anything that had to do with his horse. Outside his hyungs and Gramps, she was the one he was closest to on the farm. “Jilju? What’s wrong with Jilju?”

“Oh, nothing now.” Namjoon popped some eggs into his mouth, grinning deeply in a way that brought out his dimples. “(Y/N) was able to take care of it. It was very impressive.”

(Y/N) sank down a little, trying to hide a small blush in her shoulder. “Just doing my job.”

“How’d that go, by the way?” Jimin urged, cutting up his pancakes into neat pieces the way he always did before eating. “What was wrong?”

He turned to (Y/N) curiously, and Jungkook watched her closely as well, head full of questions. 

“Well…where to start…” she paused, lowering her fork with sausage on the end. “She was a little anxious, for one. I think I got through to her. I reassured her that she’s doing the best she can by Jungkook, and that there’s no need to worry about losing her connection to him.”

“Why would she think that?” Jungkook frowned, then turned to his nearest hyung, Yoongi. “How would she know that Jilju thinks that?”

“Because,” Yoongi had opted for coffee instead of juice, and the strong smell of the brew singed the hairs inside Jungkook’s nose a bit. How his hyung chugged that stuff black he would never know, “Our new friend here has magic, and her gift is understanding the emotions of animals.”

“And hybrids,” Taehyung added proudly.

Jungkook only stared at the girl, who squirmed slightly, awkward smile in place. “Magic?” He repeated.

“Mhm,” Namjoon nodded, “You know, the rare individuals who are born with a special ability? I’ve read a book on it that—”

“I know what it means, hyung,” he said, then cringed inside when Namjoon’s ears drooped. His hyung was always so genuinely excited to share what he learned with them, and they all listened indulgently, even if they had heard him rambling about it a hundred times. He really hadn’t meant to sound like he didn’t care, he was just struggling to understand. 

How had his colony come across a human with magic? Did she come just to check the animals then? They had all acted like they understood that Gramps wasn’t coming back, so he wouldn’t be surprised that it had impacted their moods. “Sorry…” he mumbled at Namjoon. “I just don’t get it. Why would Jilju tell you what was worrying her if she didn’t tell me?”

“Sometimes it can be…hard…for animals to communicate some things to us, even when we share a strong bond. Sometimes they deliberately try to avoid worrying us,” she said patiently. 

Jungkook shoveled more food in his mouth and tried to avoid pouting. When his hyung’s food tasted so good, it was normally hard not to be happy but right now…he was a little annoyed. Some stranger turned up and it felt like she understood his friend better than he did. 

“That’s…not all.” (Y/N) shared, smiling as everyone looked at her curiously. “It turns out Jilju is also expecting.”

“What?” Jimin gasped, speaking in unison with Jungkook, who dropped his fork.

“Yeah…” Namjoon rubbed his neck. “It surprised me too. Remember when one of the horses from Mr. Lee’s farm escaped and we found him the next morning?”

“Jilju’s pregnant?” Jungkook couldn’t believe it. His horse? Was going to be a mother?

“Apparently,” (Y/N) chimed in, “Surprise, and um, congrats!”

Jungkook said nothing, still processing that information.

“We’ll have to make sure she has enough rations,” Yoongi mused. “She’s eating for two now.”

“And we’ll keep the stable comfy-cozy for her,” Hoseok sang. 

“You’re an uncle, Jungkook!” Tae clapped, the faint thump of his wagging tail easy to pick up with his sensitive ears. “And we might not have found out so soon if I never met (Y/N) yesterday. I knew I picked a quality human.”

“Yesterday?” Jungkook was a rabbit, not a parrot, but it felt like all he could do was squawk out every word that blindsided him. “You met her…yesterday?”

Taehyung nodded. 

“Then why is she here?”

“Jungkook,” Jin huffed, “That was a little rude, don’t you think?”

“Not really,” (Y/N) disagreed, “it’s fair.”

“Why did you say ‘picked a quality human’?” He said, ignoring her. The longer she was here, the more Jungkook felt his discomfort grow. What was going on?

“Because—”

“Long story. Not Tae’s most well thought out decision, either.” Yoongi smoothly disrupted whatever the dog was about to reveal, and Jungkook glared a bit.

 “Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” The bunny insisted, aware he sounded the part of the petulant youngest brother, but also irritated with being kept in the dark. “Who are you?” he asked (Y/N).

“Tae’s heart was in the right place…” Jimin sighed, “He just didn’t think it through, like hyung said.”

“Taehyungie brought (Y/N) home, because he thought having someone new around could cheer us up.” Hoseok explained carefully, to which the younger canine hybrid nodded in agreement.

That explained…a little bit. They loved Taehyung and his spontaneity and eccentricity, but sometimes it caught everyone off guard. “Why her, specifically?” Jungkook pressed, “Because she’s got magic?”

“I didn’t even know that when we met, actually.” Taehyung admitted, hiding in his curls sheepishly. “She just…seemed nice. I got a good feeling.”

Their hyung had brought a random human back to them, when they were all still so upset at losing their main caregiver and father-figure, off of a ‘good feeling’? 

The rabbit could feel his foot tap irritably. “What?” His voice came out flat, unimpressed. “That’s stupid, hyung.”

“Yeah, it was,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, stabbing into his pancakes with extra force. “But we’ve been over that already. We talked, we fought, some of us cried…” His glittering emerald eyes slid to Taehyung. “It was a whole thing.”

“I haven’t been over it,” Jungkook protested, “I’m not over Gramps! I…I thought none of you were either!”

“We’re not,” Namjoon said calmly. “All our hearts are still broken.”

“Right now it doesn’t feel like that, hyung.” he hissed, full on glaring at (Y/N), making her flinch. “I don’t care how special a human she is. She’s not Gramps.” 

“Here we go again…” He heard Yoongi say.

Jungkook began to collect his food with the intention of retreating upstairs, because like hell he’d be able to enjoy it like this, and there was no way he was leaving it or throwing it out either.

 (Y/N) also lurching to her feet at the same time was the last thing he expected, and he instinctively stilled, cradling his plate protectively while making himself bigger. 

Thanks to Gramps indulging him years ago when he said he wanted to work out and get stronger, the youngest hybrid was well aware he wasn’t built like an ordinary bunny. 

They were genetically predispositioned to petite or average frames, and because of their prey genes, putting on muscle—except maybe in their legs—did not come as easily for them as it did for predators. 

But with dedication and hard work, Jungkook had made himself someone to be reckoned with, and now when they went out, predator hybrids gave pause as they tried to size him up.

 His scent was still recognizable to them as rabbit, if they got close enough, but he didn’t get intimidated after living and growing up with several of his natural predators.

 Plus his size helped him stand toe to toe with the snake, cat and fox hybrids out there who might try making him uncomfortable.

Needless to say, an average human like (Y/N) had no chance. He could tell her first instinct was to back down. But she swallowed it down in the next second, her eyes determined, “Wait, please don’t leave.”

Jungkook stopped, unable to help himself. What could she want to say? Nothing was going to change his mind about her not being a suitable replacement for Gramps. No one was.

“You weren’t at the meal yesterday, so you didn’t hear it but…I’m sorry.” One minute she was speaking, the next minute she was bowing deeply. “I’m sorry for your loss, and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter about what the circumstances were that brought me here, it still ended up causing pain, and that’s my fault.”

“(Y/N),” Taehyung sounded like he wanted to object, but she straightened, shaking her head.

“It’s the truth.” She said firmly. “The choice to follow you here, even when I learned you wanted a new family member, that was on me. I should have used common sense and stopped you, especially knowing you didn’t live alone.” Nervous energy poured off of her as she played with her sleeve. “Also I…I lost someone too.” Judging by the silent reactions, this was information none of the others had heard before. “Not as recently as you did, but he was a very dear friend to me, and the eight months I’ve spent without him have been really hard.” (Y/N) bowed her head mournfully.

Jungkook looked at her, really looked at her. He would have never assumed she was also missing someone as deeply as he was missing Gramps, but then he’d only just met her, and how she felt wasn’t his priority so much as wanting her to go away.

Oblivious, or ignoring everyone’s staring, (Y/N) kept talking. “So I relate to that pain you’re all going through right now, and I’d never disrespect your bond to a member of your family by trying to force myself into that dynamic or think I could fill a hole that large in any of you. Everyone we ever love is special. Different.”

 Her voice cracked on the last word, so briefly only a hybrid could have heard it. “I’m glad I could help solve your problem with Jilju, and thank you for letting me stay the night and even have breakfast, but if my clothes are dried, I should go. Everyone here’s been great, but you deserve your home back.” Cleaning up her spot hastily, (Y/N) stood in the kitchen doorway and gave them one last bow, eyes full of sincerity, then scurried out of sight.

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She came down the stairs, almost dreading running into anyone. Why did she have to keep making a mess of things with these hybrids? They’d probably be glad to be rid of her.

 Who wouldn’t want to free themselves of a pest. Gathering the meager things she had arrived with, neatly folding Jimin’s borrowed pajamas after changing back into her clothes, and stripping the sheets (knowing how sensitive hybrids were to smell, and figuring Jungkook wouldn’t want her scent in the middle of his room), (Y/N) was pretty much ready to go.

Creeping down the stairs, she found it was quiet, and glanced around unsurely. While she wanted to be out of their hair, leaving without saying goodbye would be…rude. But so would wandering around their house in search of someone.

Luckily, the sound of voices conversing in another room gave her an indicator about where everyone might be, and she mustered up her courage to go find them.

Peeking her head in, she found Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi talking amongst themselves at the kitchen bar, though they all looked up immediately. Damn. No way to go undetected when super hearing was in the mix, huh?

“All set?” Jin asked.

(Y/N) nodded. “I am. Thanks to you, and sorry again for the trou—”

“Apologies are played out, don’t you think?” Yoongi interrupted, appearing bored as his long tail swished lazily. “We’re not interested in hearing any more of them.”

“This hyung’s always so shy about showing new people how he feels.” Hoseok giggled, pinching Yoongi’s cheek affectionately. “But he’s just trying to say none of us think you have anything else to apologize for. It’s been talked over, and in the end it was just a misunderstanding, right?”

(Y/N) frowned, shifting her weight from foot to foot. “But, Jungkook—”

“He’ll be okay.” Namjoon reassured her, his ears flickering. “In time anyway. Right now he’s working out to blow off steam instead of holed up in Gramps’ room again. That’s big progress.”

“Plus he ate all his food.” Jin practically swooned. 

“Yeah, kid’s gonna be back to eating us out of house and home in no time.” Yoongi chuckled, the fondness in his voice clear.

“See, no permanent damage done.” Hoseok concluded.

“Well…that’s a relief.” (Y/N) grinned weakly. “Anyway, I really should get—”

“Hyungs!” Taehyung’s excited shout made her jump, but the four hybrids siting around the bar didn’t appear surprised at all.

“No one listens to my rules,” Jin groaned. “I say no running. I say no yelling in the house. I say put your clothes in the hamper and not on the floor. Am I talking for my health?”

“At this point…” Yoongi mused, though he didn’t finish when Taehyung burst in. 

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He greeted her, face lighting up as soon as their eyes met. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

The pup still kind of gave her whiplash, but somehow, (Y/N) thought she might have been getting used to it. “How come?”

“Cause the lake’s frozen,” he said gleefully, “And you know what that means?” He asked his hyungs. They glanced between each other, quiet. “We should play outside. Have a snow day. We haven’t done that all season, and—”

“Tae, you brat,” The airy voice of Jimin complained from behind them. (Y/N) turned to see him wearing a scowl and trudging through the front door the dog had left open. “Why’d you take off like that? And after I helped you get your tongue unstuck from…oh.” His eyes widened when he noticed the crowd in the kitchen and doorway. 

“What’d he get his tongue stuck to?” Hoseok pressed curiously.

Taehyung shrugged, “Jimin dared me to lick a sheet of metal.” He tattled nonchalantly.

“I didn’t think you’d do it!” The avian hybrid exclaimed, throwing up his arms, wings rustling. 

“You two can’t be left unsupervised for more than ten minutes.” Yoongi sighed. “You were supposed to be making sure all the animals had enough blankets and fresh hay.”

“We did,” Taehyung’s tail was slowly gaining speed and his ears had a slight lift, “Then I noticed what a good snow day it’d be. C’mon hyungs, please?” (Y/N) had not been around long, but she absolutely knew what was coming next, and turned to preemptively shield her eyes just as Taehyung made his bigger, rounder and more innocent pitiful. “You should join us too, (Y/N).”

Gah, oh no! He turned the force of his gaze on her, and gently clasped one of her hands for good measure, trying to tug the other one down. 

“Hmm…I guess all of us haven’t been outside much besides tending to the farm.” Hoseok murmured. “We use to roam the property and play outside all the time. Maybe it’d be okay to indulge the pup this one time,”

“One time’s enough for a fun time,” Taehyung cheered.

“‘One time’ is enough to make it a habit.” Yoongi corrected. “You think we met you yesterday, pup?”

“Still, what’s it hurting?” Jin added his two cents. “Winter weather feels great to me.”

“Hyung, that’s a given,” Namjoon pointed out, “But okay, I guess a little time outside wouldn’t be so bad.”

Taehyung clapped, “Meet you all out at the shed!” He put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You can come wait for us near the ice.” The next thing she knew, she was being steered towards the door.

“Hey, hold on,” Jimin huffed, “Don’t just drag her around without letting her decide for herself. And she’ll need a coat, hat, gloves and boots if she’s coming out with us. She’s not resistant to the cold.” he ended, rolling his eyes at the dog’s impulsiveness. 

“I…thanks for the invite but I don’t wanna get in the way…”

“Please,” Taehyung not only used the eyes this time, but hit her with a very puppy-like whimper, and (Y/N) crumbled like a sandcastle kicked over.

“Okay…just a little while though.”

Taehyung gleefully brought her to the hall closet so she could borrow some winter layers again.

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The glistening lake caught the weak sunlight of the winter sky, sparkling like a diamond that had just been given a polish. 

The farm really was an idyllic winter scene right now, (Y/N) marveled. The trees were bare and the snow was heaped up all around, but it was still manageable to get around the property.

She waited patiently by the lake, which was conveniently next to the shed Taehyung had mentioned. It could have been its own little house, and even boasted a small porch. The boys had ran right into it, promised they’d be back shortly, and closed the door. 

‘I didn’t see Jungkook join them though.’ (Y/N) couldn’t help but think about the last person she had blindsided, staring off into the distance, where she could make out the main house.

 Was he still exercising? Did he know they were going to play outside? He shouldn’t have to miss a time to have fun with his family just because she was being included. Doubts about staying started to creep up again, but before they could consume her too much, the shed’s door creaked open, and out waddled a very impressive, tall emperor penguin.

(Y/N) gasped, gazing at the proud bird in awe as it bobbed over to her, stopping a short distance away as if waiting for her to be done admiring him. “S-Seokjin-ssi?” It had to be him, right?

The flightless bird bowed his head in confirmation, turning completely around once so she could see all of him. His sleek body was beautiful, and perfectly designed for this element.

 (Y/N) had only seen penguins on TV and once from behind a glass at the zoo. Nothing did justice to Seokjin’s impressive form. And when he stepped onto the frozen lake and gracefully began skating around, (Y/N) was even more gobsmacked. “Wow…”

A bark disrupted her admiration of Seokjin’s moves on the ice, and she found a familiar golden dog bounding towards her. 

Taehyung got into a playful crouch as he approached, tail fanning high behind him. (Y/N) giggled, bending to meet him. “So this is what you had in mind?”

He yipped, spinning in circles and then taking advantage of her proximity to lean up and lick her cheek before lunging away.

(Y/N) put a gloved hand over the spot, jaw dropping as she watched Taehyung run and roll around in the snow. More of the hybrids emerged from the shed, two more canines following him.

 There was a slender but well-muscled coyote that trotted out calmly and sat on his haunches to watch Seokjin skating and Taehyung playing. Followed by a large, bi-colored canine of intimidating stature with intelligent eyes. Namjoon for sure.

 His thick, black coat was streaked through with silver, something (Y/N) doubted was from age. It looked like a natural pattern, and a cool one at that. His thick tail waved once, and then he stopped next to Hoseok and observed too. “All your animal forms are so beautiful.”

Hoseok’s ears went back and his eyes got round, a smile on his muzzle. He was the normal golden brown of a coyote, but with a russet undertone more prominent now that he had shifted than it was before. He tilted his head back at the shed and barked, sounding like he was beckoning someone.

A short, feline snout popped out, and then slowly a whole head. (Y/N) watched the big cat watch them, until he decided to place one paw outside the structure, and then another.

 Soon a mountain lion was stalking silently from the shed with all the languid grace of an apex predator. (Y/N)’s heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous green eyes found her, then turned to his fellow hybrids as if to say, ‘I’m out here, now what?’

Taehyung quickly took care of that, seizing on his opportunity once he saw his hyungs and running straight for them. Yoongi grumbled, lifting a paw as if to stop him. It didn’t even make the dog break stride, and he tumbled into the other hybrids, licking them all mercilessly in the face and yipping cutely as if to thank them.

 (Y/N) had to hide a giggle when Yoongi swatted at him with his tail and Taehyung caught it in his mouth, tugging on it and trying to pull him in closer by it.

Although that seemed to annoy the mountain lion, his tugs to reclaim his appendage were half-hearted at best. Hoseok joined in, though he seemed to be on no one’s side but his own.

 One minute he was pulling Yoongi’s ear and gently getting cuffed for it, the next he was nosing at Taehyung’s sides like he was trying to tickle him, and it got the dog to let go and show his belly, evidently still ticklish no matter what form.

(Y/N) almost didn’t notice the last presence, one hovering close to her face, until the cutest little chirp drew her attention. 

A deep blue bird was flying right next to her, and when she studied him, he chirped again. “Ohh, Jimin-ssi, your plumage is so shiny.” The bird landed on her shoulder, puffing out his chest in pride as she grinned. So little, so cute.

Seokjin, noticing the rough-housing happening on the snowbank, glided over to join everyone. 

Soon five hybrids were chasing each other around, occasionally someone getting tackled and going down with a face full of snow to show for it. (Y/N) stood and watched, not sure if she should be joining or keeping out of the way. 

Jimin had flit from her shoulder and was egging the others on, tugging at their fur and then darting away when they looked over their shoulder. He’d peck someone and then zip up into the air before they could even think about getting him.

 But given that he was so small and delicate in this form, (Y/N) couldn’t imagine them playing with him the way they were playing with each other.

Taehyung slid into her legs as he failed to skid to a stop in time, and she watched him roll onto his paws and shake off. He barked, tugging at her pants and whining when she only blinked. “Are you asking…”

He barked again more urgently, tilting his head at the others, who were all peeking over at them. “How would I join in?” She asked, genuinely curious.

Seokjin kicked snow with a foot, honking. 

Squinting, (Y/N) watched him clumsily mold snow into a lumpy ball and then point at it with a wing. “You can’t really be asking me to have a snowball fight with you.”

Taehyung swooped down on Jin’s snowball and lobbed it as best he could, hitting Namjoon in the ear when Hoseok ducked. Namjoon growled, snatching up a mouthful of snow without bothering to mold it and trying to return fire. 

Jin squawked as Taehyung hid behind him, refusing to abandon his living shield no matter which direction the penguin turned in. 

Raising a brow, (Y/N) quickly made a snowball and threw it at the dog. He yelped as it hit his flank, his large blue eyes full of betrayal. Though it almost made her feel bad, (Y/N) grinned at him. “Sorry, sorry, but it was only fair, right?”

Namjoon took the opportunity to pile on, flinging another snowball he had made while they were distracting that Taehyung took under the chin.

 The light tweeting Jimin did sounded suspiciously like laughter as the dog barked dramatically, picking up snow in his mouth and chasing his hyung with it. 

The fast wolfdog ducked behind Yoongi, who nearly got bowled over by Taehyung. The big cat took that as his sign to join in, pinning the dog down and making him swallow the snow he was holding.

 There was nothing but vindication in those sharp emerald eyes, and (Y/N) watched in interest as Hoseok brought a snowball he had made to her and then ruffed quietly. “Are you saying we should team up?” she whispered.

 Jimin flew down and landed on the coyote’s head. “And you want to be on the team too?” He confirmed with a chirp. “Think we can really take them all on?” The two hybrids nodded in determination. “Alright, then let’s get some distance first. Come up with a plan of attack.”

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Heart pounding after his workout, Jungkook removed his boxing gloves, swiping his bangs from his eyes and grabbing for his water bottle. He had forgotten how good the burn of his muscles after an extended session in the gym felt.

The rabbit hybrid sighed, not hearing any sounds in his vicinity, and guessing everyone must be downstairs. He shuffled into the hall’s bathroom and began to strip out of his sweaty workout gear. 

Better to get clean now before Jin-hyung caught a whiff of him later and complained. Besides, sometimes a warm shower helped loosen up the sore muscles and made the whole post-workout come down feel even better.

Adjusting the water to the right temperature and waiting patiently, Jungkook glanced in the mirror. He looked at the circles beneath his eyes, and touched a piece of hair that had fallen into his face. 

It’d been a while since his last official haircut. Gramps used to give them himself, but once they got older and started to complain about wanting to look more fashionable, he began taking them into town for a professional to do it. Lately, Jungkook had been thinking of growing it out though. 

Maybe his bangs could use a touch up, but the ends of his hair feathered past his ears, just the way he wanted it. His floppy, velveteen ears could use some attention and grooming as well. 

They had always been soft and silky to the touch, according to his family. But Jungkook could tell the difference. Dragging himself to shower every other day or so for the last week meant the texture had fallen below his usual standards. To him they felt oily. Nothing a quick shower couldn’t remedy now, though.

He lathered his hair in the lightly scented shampoo already there, letting the water run over his muscles and trying to piece together what had happened downstairs. 

So, while he was alone in Gramps room, Taehyung had met (Y/N). A human girl from the park nearby. She was…pretty normal, except the having magic part. If it were any other time, he might be kind of intrigued, but he was still put out by how she had come to be in their house.

When she left, he would talk more about it with his hyungs, and they would reassure him that no one would be allowed to come in and join their family so suddenly. Especially not some silly girl from the park. Everything would be alright…

Eventually, his shower concluded, and he made the short trip down the hall to his bedroom. It had been a while, Jin or someone else normally bringing a change of clothes for him to Gramps’ room. 

So he was unprepared by the unfamiliar scent that buffeted his nose as soon as he walked in. He took a sniff and his nose instantly crinkled. What…was that? Who was in his room?! The last sheets were off the bed, bagged up and ready for the laundry. A clean set had been put on tidily in their place.

But Jungkook could practically taste it in the air. That new scent. (Y/N).

They really let her use his room? All his hyungs knew how sensitive he was to scents. 

Technically, all hybrids were scent-sensitive, but having spent his early life the way he had, it was particularly amplified in Jungkook’s case.

Sliding on some clean clothes quickly, the bunny hurried to his bedroom window and wrenched it open. The crisp winter air flowed in immediately, sending a chill down his neck. Relieved, Jungkook stuck his head outside and breathed in the clean mid-morning air with his eyes closed.

Nature smelt so good. The world was blanketed in a soft layer of snow, on the fencing separating the path from the fields and the roof of the barn and even on the shed way out by the lake. It was probably frozen. Jungkook squinted out in that direction, seeing several figures darting around, seemingly having a great time. 

A fond memory surfaced, Gramps taking his hand and leading him out onto the ice, teaching him how to skate when he was very small. Then Taehyung came sliding into them, and everyone went spinning across the ice like newborn foals.

Come to think of it…someone had poked their head in the gym and told him they were going out to play in the snow for a little while, and that he was welcome to come along. But Jungkook had been so focused on his workout, it really hadn’t registered. 

Hesitating there at the window, he watched the four-legged creatures bounding around each other, able to make out most of his hyungs. Jimin was impossible to spot from here if he was shifted, though. 

Joining in did seem tempting. He was still hurting, of course. That was unlikely to change soon. But Gramps wouldn’t want him holed up inside all day. Maybe it was fine to get out, get some fresh air and enjoy the company of the others…

All those thoughts came to a crashing halt when he made out an extra figure, up on two legs and running amongst the animals in the snow. Wait, was that…?

(Y/N) again. Didn’t she go home already? For a second, Jungkook contemplated not even going out there. Avoiding her until she left seemed like the best bet.

 Then, he thought about the fact that he was letting some new person who wasn’t even staying keep him from spending time when his hyungs, and he had missed them. 

Defiantly, he went digging in his closet for a warm hoodie and his snow boots.

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Laughing, (Y/N) went down hard, falling to her knees and placing her arms over her head. It didn’t stop the onslaught. She was repeatedly pelted from behind by sizable snowballs, the hybrids having gotten quite good at making them without hands. 

Hoseok brushed by her, barking, darting around Namjoon and distracting him with seemingly innocuous play. At some point the strategy had kind of fallen apart, and they were improvising. 

Though that meant it was hard to tell who was winning. She, Hoseok and Jimin had taken the others by surprise, but not for long. 

Who knew they would have such a vicious competitive streak? Except maybe Yoongi. Kind of just seemed like he was only riled up because he kept getting pelted every time he tried to shuffle off to the side and watch.

“Tactical…” (Y/N) said through her giggles, “retreat!” She went crawling away, dragging herself to the shed with the hopes of getting a moment’s reprieve. 

Her cheeks had to be as red as a cherry by now, and her throat burned a little from rapidly inhaling the cold air. Even her fingertips felt a little numb, despite the borrowed gloves. Still, it was the most active she had been in a while, and the game was a lot of fun.

 Lurching up on her hands and knees, (Y/N) dove behind the shed, taking cover (and the opportunity to catch her breath) with a grin. She wiped some slush from her eye, peeking behind her to see Hoseok trying to dodge the opposing team and join her, with Jimin’s little body no where in sight amidst the larger hybrids and snow flying everywhere.

 Hopefully he was safe and up high. (Y/N) sighed, wondering if she should be planning a rescue, barely containing a startled squeal when she nearly came nose to nose with a very…large…rabbit.

Its black nose twitched, and the big golden brown eyes watched her steadily. The animal was what (Y/N) would most certainly class as ‘a unit’—a wall of muscular fluff. She’d never seen a lop-eared bunny so big and defined. “Um, hello…” she whispered, “Did you come to see what was going on?”

The rabbit eyed her down, unmoving and somehow, unamused. A loud growling-bark sounded from just behind her as Namjoon tumbled from a well-timed push, and (Y/N) moved to protect the smaller animal on instinct. Big bun or small bun, she still didn’t want him squished. 

What she hadn’t counted on was the rabbit reacting like it did the minute her hand moved to bring him in close to her chest.

 (Y/N) hissed, immediately retracting her hand, eyes widening as her fingers throbbed where his teeth had sank into them through the glove. She didn’t think he’d broken skin, but his powerful little jaw had moved quick as lightning with a warning bite. 

He turned his back to her, his long back legs kicking snow in her direction, and the action felt almost scornful. Then he hopped away, out into sight of the others, who stopped and made excited cries as if to welcome him to their game.

‘Duh, of course that’s Jungkook.’ (Y/N) winced, easing her glove off to inspect her hand. ‘I probably overstepped just now. I wouldn’t want a stranger touching me without warning either.’

There was a light tap on her shoulder, and (Y/N) twisted her body to see Jin towering over her. He honked, tilting his head and appearing puzzled. “Are you asking me if I’m okay?”

His sleek head bobbed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said hurriedly. “I guess I’m tired. That was a long, intense game, right?

Taehyung trotted over, dipping his head as he studied her and then whining loudly. “Let’s say your team won, huh? That was fun. Thank you. I think I really should get going though. Gotta check on my car and all.”

Shaking himself off, the dog ran into the shed with a loud crash. “Wait,” she heard him shout from inside, voice echoing through the cracked door. “I’ll get dressed and walk with you.”

More hybrids walked into the shed, (Y/N) heard a chorus of voices and some light squabbling. “Don’t you think you’ve clung to her enough already? One of us could also walk her back.”

“But!”

“I think one of us tagging along is a good idea. Taehyung would just stall on purpose.”

(Y/N) inwardly smiled. However short her time had been with them, they had made her life more lively than it had been in a while.

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The crunch of the snow beneath her feet felt extra noisy. In comparison, her two escorts were silent as they all reached the parking lot. (Y/N) found there wasn’t anyone around, and no other cars left unclaimed, so it was easy to spot her vehicle, half buried under a mound of accumulated snow, but intact.

Huffing, she marched over, careful not to trip, digging out her key and unlocking the driver’s side door. “Well. This is my ride.” She told the two hybrids, smiling gently. “Thank you for seeing me back safely, and for hosting me too. I wish there was some way to repay your generosity.”

“It was the least we could do.” The older hybrid gave a single rough pat to Taehyung’s head, “Don’t mention it.”

The dog stepped forward, bangs falling slightly into his wide blue eyes, “So this is goodbye?”

“Uh, well…for now?” (Y/N) stammered, unsure why she felt so overwhelmingly guilty. “But you know, maybe not forever.” She extended a hand toward him, “You’re a nice guy, Taehyung, and you’ve got a good family. No matter how it happened…I’m glad we met.”

After staring at her hand, he slowly grasped it, giving it a firm squeeze. It wasn’t quite a handshake, but a parting offer of comfort. Sadness flowed through the touch, but not like she had felt before. It was touched with…hope. “Take care of yourself, okay? And don’t approach just anybody eating a hamburger on a bench anymore.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips briefly, “You take care too, (Y/N).”

Leaving Seokjin and Taehyung in her rear view mirror felt a lot like abandoning an opportunity to finally have some new friends.

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“Hold him steady!” One of the zoo staffers yelled. Several grown men groaned and grunted as they wrestled with the belligerent kangaroo (Y/N) was supposed to be seeing. 

The feisty animal twisted, eyes screaming murder as he managed to smack one of the people restraining him with the thick tail attached to his backside. Before (Y/N) could get any closer he had broken free with one mighty kick, leaving the poor zoo keeper dazed and sprawled on the ground, clutching at his ribs.

She winced, hoping he would be alright. “Tae-hui,” she called. “Please stop. I know we’ve never met, but I’m here to help.”

 The kangaroo was clearly still rearing to go given his body language and the way he was bouncing around, so (Y/N) dared not press her luck until she saw if she got through to him.

Why couldn’t all animals in need be as easy to work with as Jilju? The horse had just needed some patience and understanding words, and she was compliant by the end. Thinking of her last encounter using her gift outside of work brought back memories of the farm. 

And the boys. 

How were they doing now? Was the grief of losing someone so dear to them any better, or just ramping up? It had been about a week, and she still regretted not at least suggesting they keep in touch.

 Then again, what if they didn’t want to? How could she explain she was lonely and desperate for companionship? They might think she was a pushy creep.

“Yah!” Someone yelled. 

Tae-hui was coming her way, someone comically trying to hold him still again with the kangaroo paying no real mind. (Y/N) braced herself, ready to get out of the way if needed. Just another day in the life for her…

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Lips twisted lightly, (Y/N) used her thumb to scroll down the page pulled up on her phone, trying to check what ingredients the recipe called for while steering the shopping cart. The last thing she wanted was to run over anyone’s toes in her quest to try cooking pad see ew. It was worth expanding the palette every now and then. Or maybe even she was tired of her own cooking and needed something new.

Either way, (Y/N) was determined to give it a go. If only she could find what she needed. “Did they change the store’s layout around?” she mumbled to herself. “The noodles should have been on that aisle I just passed…” Continuing on, she did manage to find and grab some of the sauces the recipe called for. A few evening shoppers also milled about, (Y/N) passing an older woman deliberating over two brands of soup, an impatient youngster standing near by. “Halmoni,” the boy sighed, “My feet hurt. Can we please have dinner?”

“Ssh,” she hushed absently, waving a hand without looking at her grandchild.

Quietly walking by them, (Y/N) reached the end of the aisle, veering her cart sharply to avoid a store clerk who was mopping up a spilled mess from a broken jar.

She heard the gasp in time to avoid running into the woman who was coming out of the aisle she was entering, a shopping basket dangling on her arm. “Oh, sorry.” (Y/N) mumbled. “Are you alright?”

The woman said nothing, making unnerving eye contact and then slowly squinting, “Wait…(Y/N)? (L/N) (Y/N)?” Heart skipping a beat at the recognition, she tilted her head, trying to recall where the woman could possibly know her from.

“…Yes?”

“It’s me,” the lady gasped, moving a bit closer with a smile. “Gosh, how long has it been?”

“I…I don’t…”

“Do you really not recognize me?” She whispered. “It’s Choi Taeyeon.”

“C-Choi Taeyeon?” The name immediately elicited very vivid memories, some more pleasant than others. “I…” (Y/N) took a deep breath, pasting on a grin that was hopefully more excited than awkward looking. “It’s been so long. How are you?” Choi Taeyeon had once been her best friend. A proper greeting was the least she could do, right?

Finally having been acknowledged properly, she beamed, a pretty, gleaming white smile ringed in a blush shade of lipstick. Taeyeon’s stylish bob fell neatly around her shoulders, and her pink cashmere trench coat was cute and fashionable. She looked great.

 In comparison, (Y/N) stood in her normal work attire: khaki pants and a polo-shirt, bundled up with a sweater and coat for layering. There was no dressing glamorous when working with animals. Who knew if she would be slobbered on, clawed at, peed around, or otherwise get dirty.

‘I probably look like a drowned rat!’ (Y/N) suppressed the urge to reach up and smooth down her hair.

“Busy as ever.” Taeyeon sighed, “I’m afraid it’s starting to show on my face.” Of course, it was just fake humility. They both knew she looked excellent. “I followed my dreams and moved to Busan to work a nice job at a news station for the last two years. Now I’m back in Seoul and I’ll be covering national events.” 

“That’s awesome,” (Y/N) remembered when they would talk of their dreams together. Taeyeon had at first wanted to be a weather girl, but by graduation her sights were set much higher. “I’m not surprised.”

“What about you? What are you doing these days?” (Y/N) cringed inside, hoping they could politely go their separate ways after exchanging pleasantries. They hadn’t exactly parted ways on the best of terms… Once a painfully shy girl with a stutter, Taeyeon had hit it off for (Y/N), the class black sheep, in elementary school.

 After all, they were both excluded in activities by their peers, or picked last, or avoided. Sensing a kindred spirit, (Y/N) eventually befriended Taeyeon, and they had stuck together from then on.

When her power surfaced for the first time, outside her father, Taeyeon was the first person she told. Months later anyway. Although they shared everything with no secrets between them, magic was not as usual anymore, and people who had it could face a variety of reactions from others. The last thing she wanted was for her closest friend to see her differently.

The guilt of hiding something from her unsuspecting best friend left a throbbing pain inside. When she finally felt ready to share the truth, Taeyeon had listened with fascination. Relieved that she no longer had to hide, (Y/N) never imagined the way it would all change when they reached high school…

“I’ve been…around. I work with animals.” She explained vaguely. 

“Oh, that sounds like you,” Taeyeon giggled with a nod. “Same old (Y/N), huh?”

(Y/N) smiled weakly. “Yeah…same old me.” When could she be on her way? The longer she looked at Taeyeon the more she wanted to cry, all the memories rushing back. And that was not acceptable.

“Well. It was nice to see you,” Finally, that sounded like the end of a conversation if she ever heard one! “Maybe we could have a coffee date, catch up someti—”

Taeyeon stopped talking, mouth parting a little. (Y/N) quirked a brow, confused by her sudden awe. A large hand landing on her shoulder nearly made her jump, and she squealed, chopping at the stranger behind her, only to come face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes she had seen in her mind all week.

“T-Ta-Taehyung?” She breathed.

“(Y/N)!” The dog hybrid said, voice full of happiness. “I knew it was you. I told you it was, hyung.”

Jin and Hoseok were there too, both of them staring at her with surprise and then smiling. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?” Seokjin greeted, “Long time no see,”

“Y-Yeah,” (Y/N) was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, almost forgetting all about Taeyeon still gawking behind her. “That’s crazy, running into you guys here.”

“We don’t normally shop here.” Hoseok admitted, “But the pup insisted,” he motioned to Taehyung.

“I told them this was a grocery store a lot of people go to on this side of the barrier, and maybe you shopped here too, so every time we need anything I ask to come here.”

(Y/N) gaped. “Y-You had no idea if I’d even be here tonight.”

“I had a feeling I’d get lucky,” he countered, pride twinkling in his eyes. 

“U-Um,” Taeyeon shuffled into view, tugging at her coat. “You know them?”

She was looking at them like she was in the presence of celebrities, and it struck her then that they were all very good-looking. “Hi, I’m Choi Taeyeon.” Her former friend bowed. 

Taehyung eyed her curiously, then turned to (Y/N), who shrugged uneasily. “I’m Taehyung.” He said. “Those are my hyungs,”

“Jin.” Seokjin nodded politely.

“Hoseok.” Hoseok put in.

Neither of them were acting as taken with Taeyeon as she was expecting. Since her transformation in high school, Taeyeon always had her pick of the boys wanting to date her.

“Well,” she fluffed her hair. “I’m an old friend of (Y/N)’s and I’m back in town for the first time in a few years. I was just suggesting we go for a coffee date, but maybe you’d like to join us?” She asked, her voice lowering into a subtle purr.

(Y/N) wanted to hide her face. All this and all she wanted was to get her ingredients and make dinner. Although she was over the moon that she happened to see the boys again.

“I’m sorry,” Seokjin apologized. “It’s not the best time for us to have social engagements. We recently had a death in the family and are still in mourning.”

“O-Oh!” Taeyeon gasped, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t…my condolences!” She slid a hand into her purse and took something out which she passed to (Y/N). A business card. “Let’s arrange something later (Y/N). I won’t hold you any longer.” She bowed, then waved with a cute smile at the boys. “Maybe some other time when things are better for you.”

(Y/N) blinked, hiding her surprise. When Taeyeon had finally walked away, it felt like all the tension went with her, and her shoulders slumped as she leaned into her shopping cart. “That was…exhausting,” she whispered, forgetting she was in the presence of beings with superior hearing.

“Yeah, we could hear your heart thumping a mile away.” Hoseok said sympathetically. “Are you alright.”

“Yes,” she said truthfully. “Now I am. Thank you.”

“Was she giving you a hard time?” Taehyung questioned. 

“Not exactly…” (Y/N) thought of how to put it. “It’s just…we were old friends a long time ago and we parted ways not on the best of terms. I wasn’t expecting to see her here.”

“Friendships that end awkwardly can be tough,” Seokjin hummed. “Though it really is a pleasant surprise to run into you again. This one was sulking for days because he wanted to reach out to you but didn’t have your phone number.”

Taehyung reached into his hoodie, eyes bright and hopeful. “This time, can we exchange numbers?”

“Wait, really?” (Y/N) couldn’t believe it. He felt the same way she did. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“I told you that I like you, (Y/N).” The dog said patiently. “And Jiminie said you promised to be his friend, so why can’t you be mine too?” The accusing whine went straight to her heart, and before she knew it, she was handing him her phone. 

Author’s Note:  I promise Jungkook is a sweetheart. lol It��s just that he’s finally at the place in the mourning process where he comes up for air, and then there’s a big change shoved at him right away, so he’s a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable. And taking it out on (Y/N). Things do get better between her and our bunny boy (in time). Also a gentle reminder that if you change your handle, please let me know or me tagging you may not work! I tried my best, but some people’s blogs or gone or they just cannot be tagged now for some reason.

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Star-crossed Lovers prologue | Namjoon fanfiction

You weren’t supposed to debut. Truth be told you weren’t even supposed to fit into Korean society, but who cares about the truth when the entire country thinks you’re dating Kim Namjoon?

It had been a surprising career move to say the least. When you first arrived in Korea three years ago, all you were supposed to do was spend a year studying at Seoul National University and then head back to your home country. All your life up until that point traced out before you, like the pieces of the puzzle had been layed before you even had the chance to look at the bigger picture.

With a considerable scholarship and stellar academic track record, making it through the year almost seemed like piece of cake. Meanwhile, your parents were supposed to fix their broken marriage. Somehow, you both failed.

Prologue

A/N: This sets up the story and main character (aka you), so fair warning it won’t contain any of the boys yet. Look forward to the first chapter for them!

2015

Even though my mother is Korean, I sure don’t look like it. And I could tell other people weren’t buying it either, when I awkwardly went up to the desk of Rainbow Entertainment and conjured up my best, broken Korean to ask “Hello, is my uncle here?” And boy, did I hope the answer was yes. Not only had my uncle’s work place been a headache to find, it also just so happened to be located in what felt like the shadiest part of Seoul.

The receptionist behind the desk raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow “Your uncle?”, she asked, stressing the word as if to highlight my poor pronounciation along with the idiocy of my question.

I lowered my gaze slightly. If she disliked my pronounciation of ‘ahjussi’, she for sure wasn’t going to buy my pronounciation of his name. “Ah, you made it.” I all but yelped when a hand suddenly clamped on my shoulder, speaking Korean way faster than I was able to register. The receptionist’s scepticism only intensified at watching an 18 year old girl get frightened by her own uncle. I felt the strange urge to tell her this was only the second time we’ve ever met, but before I could assemble a poorly structured sentence in Korean, said uncle was hauling me across the floor and towards an elevator.

“Thanks for coming”, he spoke like I had a choice. Both in coming to Korea and to find him at his work place. “That’s alright”, I answered, bowing awkwardly as I’d seen others do. He chuckled at my obvious awkwardness and waved it away “Your mother said you wouldn’t mind putting in some work to fund your expenses and accomodation here in Korea.”

I nodded excitedly as I followed him out of the elevator “Of course, I’d love to do my share. Thank you so much for welcoming me in your home, I didn’t think student housing in Seoul would be so expensive.” My parents weren’t well off by any means and the scholarship only managed to cover the tuition fees and books. Nevertheless, my parents were adamant I’d come and study at Korea’s most prestigious university. Mosty likely because my uncle would watch over me.

“Oh no, you must have misunderstood. You won’t be staying with me.” He halted in front of an open door of what looked like a dance studio. My heart dropped, “I won’t?” My voice squeaked and my face drained of color as the fear of being stranded in a foreign country finally sunk in. About time it did.

“No, of course not. That wouldn’t be acceptable.” He entered the room and I looked inside, being met with seven girls staring right back at me.

“Finally, did she make it?” another, more authorative male voice spoke up and my uncle nodded and bowed deeply towards it. As I ventured into the room, I watched the other man stand up and clap his hands “Girls, meet your new English tutor. I trust you’ll be able to speak it well soon enough for your debut.”

Eyes wide, I turned towards my uncle who simply jutted out a thumb towards the girls. “You’ll be living with them.”

That same night I moved my 2 suitcases into a tiny apartment to live with 7 girls I’d never met before, in a country I’d never been to before, with food and customs I’d never even heard of. Up until that point I had tried my best to be friendly and communicate with them, making small talk and learning they were all practicing dancing and singing to make their debut as a girl group the next year. I nodded and smiled, all the while feeling the lump in my throat grow bigger and bigger.

Finally, when I layed my head down on my pillow in a top bunk of room filled with eight beds, I let my tears roam freely. And even though none of the girls could understand me when I hiccuped how badly I wanted to go home, they all held and comforted me nevertheless.

2016

I grew accustomed to the Korean lifestyle and to the lifestyle of my housemates. Often, when I didn’t have to attend any classes, I’d accompany them to dance and singing classes. Not much of a social butterfly myself, I enjoyed spending time with the girls and applying myself to a goal. It kept me going.

“I’m so sad you’re leaving soon.” Soomi, the maknae of the group pouted as we exited the doors of Rainbow Entertainment’s offices together for the very last time. Her arms were clutched around my waist as we walked and I patted her head affectionately. “Can’t you just stay for another year? Not even until we debut?” She’d asked me many times and I shared a knowing look with Hana, the leader. Though there had been an option for me to stay in Korea longer, I had my reasons not to. And I told them to Soomi once more

“You know I’d love to, but I can’t. This isn’t my home, my parents -- are waiting for me.” I’d almost said they miss me, but as any of the girls would tell you, I hated lying. During the last couple of months my parents and I hadn’t talked much, not even now my return was so coming up so soon. Even though my heart ached for the group of friends I’d made during this past year, I knew I didn’t belong here. “Let’s just have fun together this last night, alright?”

And so we did, all huddled up on and around the sole couch in our apartment, watching the Melon Music awards. The girls dreamed out loud about what it would be like standing on that stage. They all had their dreams as well as their doubts and insecurities, but I made sure they focused on the former.

“Girls, you’re always saying I’m the smart one, well take it from me. You will stand there. And you’ll be amazing.” I said it with conviction, succesfully hiding the disappointment I felt at not being there to experience it with them. During their training, I couldn’t help but share their dream of debuting as a girl group. And when PD-nim had offered me a spot in the group a couple of days ago, I had almost accepted. If it weren’t for my insecurities.

Looking around at the girls I could now call friends, I didn’t have half the talent or beauty each of them had. Their place was in the spotlight, mine was..

My phone buzzed and the name on the screen made my heart skip a beat. ‘Mom’. Finally.

Though the message itself made my heart stop.

‘I’m sorry to tell you this way.’

‘Your father and I have separated. He cheated, but he’s gotten a lawyer.

‘Whatever happens, you need to come live with me, alright?’

White noise rang though my ears, I faintly wondered if it was the sound of my heart beating immensely fast and loud. My eyes were wide as they stared straight ahead, just as BTS one an award. Their first Daesang. The girls around me erupted into cheers.

“Oh my god.” Shock.

“I can’t believe it! Yes!” Tears started flowing freely.

“If a group from a small company like Bighit can pull it off, surely we can too!”

Text messages kept making my phone buzz, but my thumbs ignored them and dialed a number before I’d fully registered it.

“Unnie, what’s wrong?” Soomi asked, her bright smile slipping from her face. The rest of the room quieted down their celebrations while my eyes stayed fixed upon BTS joyfully experiencing the pinnacle of their succes.

“I’ll do it.”

PD-nim nearly dropped his phone on the other end “You will? Are you sure?”

“Are you?”, I asked in return.

The man knew this would be a changing point in the future of the group, the decision he was about to make now could make or break their succes. The Korean public took to foreign idols even less than they did to chubby ones, though he felt change was on the horizon. “Then from now on, we’ll call you Luna from the girl group Infinity.”

#namjoon fanfiction #namjoonxyou #namjoonxreader #rap monster fanfiction #rap monster fanfic #namjoon fanfic

[kpopdreams]

Tents

Sometimes you just need to wait a little longer.

Super short drabble because I just finished watching a drama that had a lot of soft and my heart is like ice cream in July right now.

NamjoonxYou Words: 834 Very slight angst/fluff Warning: Cheating (by others)  (Totally didn’t read over this so excuse any grammatical mistakes!)

All you wanted to do was sleep but the soft snores ringing out behind you were keeping you from doing just that. Normally snoring didn’t bother you that much, not enough to keep you awake for this long anyways.

It was more about who the snores were coming from and the fact that you were in the enclosed space of a tent that was really meant for just one person. Don’t even mention the fact that the other person was a giant in comparison and taking up more than his fair share of the limited space. 

Your friends had convinced you to come on this camping trip after you had been locked inside for more than a month, ignoring their texts to come have a drink with them. It wasn’t because you were sulking, definitely not. You just felt like you needed some time to find yourself after breaking up with the guy you had been with for just shy of 3 years.

Rolling over, you sigh looking at your tent companion. It wasn’t even supposed to be physically possible to rip the fabric of the tents that you and your friends had invested in a couple years back but if there was a way to destroy something, Namjoon would find it. 

It almost made you mad how totally asleep he was while you were stuck tossing and turning. Somehow it was like a bad metaphor for your lives.

You knew very well that you would get along with him as a partner. In fact, you have probably known since you were 17 that Namjoon was most likely the one for you. The two of you got along great, liked most of the same movies and books, you even had similar enough majors in school that you could talk to one another about classes without the other being totally lost.

But somehow you kept missing each other. Namjoon had that girlfriend who would barely let him see anyone from Sophomore through Senior year of high school. By the time he was finally free, you had decided that college was for experimenting and didn’t want to be tied down. That didn’t stop you from getting sloppy drunk on Smirnoff Ice and then making out with Namjoon on a dare one time. Then the two of you seemed to find someone right at the end of university and you thought that this was it, you would finally be happy with someone and stop thinking about your friend. 

Namjoon got the worst end of it. He really seemed like he was in love. Turns out she had both a sugar daddy and another boyfriend and just liked keeping Joon around to have someone to show off to her relatives. The night he found out you had stayed at his place, the two of you curled up on opposite ends of his sofa watching movies until 5am, not saying much of anything. When you got home the next day to find your boyfriend waiting on you, you knew things weren’t going to be good. The fight was so bad you didn’t see Joon again for almost 2 months. You still regretted leaving him like that but it wasn’t enough to make you break up with your own man. 

Last month when you came home and found him sleeping with the barista from the cafe in your apartment’s lobby, you were oddly relieved. After three years together, you could finally convince yourself to let go of him. Your friends may have assumed you were at home crying in your cheerios but really, you were enjoying the silence after you kicked him out.��

All of that brought you back to the current issue at hand, not being able to sleep because of Namjoon’s damn snoring. You glanced at his face. His mouth was open just slightly, a bit of drool at the corner of his lips. Without really thinking about it, you reached out and swiped it away. The moment your hand touched him, the snoring stopped. You felt your eyes go wide. A quiet “shit” sneaking out as you quickly rolled back over, hoping you weren’t caught. 

His breathing evened back out again causing you to sigh in relief. The thought that maybe you hadn’t been caught quickly vanished though when you felt an arm drape itself across your waist and pull you backwards. 

“Go to sleep Y/N.” He mumbled into your hair. 

“Well I would if you would stop snoring so loudly,” you quietly quipped back.

“I’m sorry if thoughts of me are keeping you up at night. Do you need to talk about it,” You could practically feel him smirking behind you.

“Just shut up and go back to sleep.”

“Fine fine. But this time, I’m not letting you go.” You could feel him placing a small kiss on the top of your head before snuggling in a little closer. 

Now it was your turn to smirk. Maybe you didn’t miss each other after all. Maybe you just weren’t ready for one another until now.

#namjoon #namjoon fluff #kim namjoon #bts namjoon #bts fic

[kscenarioswithyou]

[Requested] Black and pink bag w/Namjoon aka Rap Monster (M)

Sorry for not writing, I had writers block so here is a request I got a while ago! Sorry for the long wait anon. This is rated mature, so if you’re uncomfortable with these themes - please don’t read. Also this is super detailed even I got red re-reading all this.

Anon asked: “can you please do a one shot scenario with rap monster where you decide to try soft bdsm? like handcuffs, blindfolds, spanking and whatnot, but not anything like choking. thank you!!!!“

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You anxiously look at the bag, sat in front of you “Will he want to try this? Or will he get scared by it?”

You’ve been with Namjoon for a year and a half now, surely now you wouldn’t be scared to ask him to try this – it has been a long fantasy of yours. You try to fulfil his fantasies but whenever he asks you want you want to do, you always shrug it off and just say the same as his. It’s not like the sex or even making love to him was boring, oh no no – making love to Namjoon is the best feeling, he has this drive to take you over the edge and beyond, giving you ultimate pleasure. He fulfils your needs more than you can ask him too. But right now, you wanted to take it a little further – you had to be brave. You as a person are usually confident but why does this bag seem to have the power to make you nervous. Tonight was a special night anyway, BTS had just won another award and you wanted to surprise him. Knowing he’d be home late you decide to prep yourself and get into a calm mental state.

When the time finally arrives, you hear the doorbell go. You breathe out heavily trying to shrug any nerves away and look through the peephole to definitely check it’s only Namjoon and not the other members. Phew. Only him. 

You open the door and his eyes automatically widen, you had donned on this black babydoll lingerie which had a see through mesh below the bra, allowing him to see the matching underwear and white lace to complete the look on the top of the bra and straps giving it a sort of sophisticated maid look. It made you feel sexy seeing the way he looked at you, his eyes had gone from shock to complete lust. He quickly pushes himself on you, attacking your lips and kicked the door shut with the back of his foot.

He picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist, walking towards the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. He practically rips off his jacket and you help him unbutton his shirt whilst kissing him, you notice the bag on the side table and begin to panic. Oh no, he’ll see it! You scoot back onto the bed towards the side table but before you can get there Namjoon crawls on top of you and kisses your chest. He notices your attention has changed and follows your line of sight towards the black and pink bag. He goes to grab it and you panic and try to pull him back on the bed, but it’s no use he’s got the bag. He looks in the bag and you see a little smirk rise from the corner of his mouth.

“What’s this?” He asks and you find yourself getting hot from embarrassment and grab a pillow to cover your face and muffle a ‘nothing’ at him. “It doesn’t look like nothing…come on. Don’t be silly, tell me.” He takes the pillow away from you. 

“I just wanted to try something…I wasn’t sure how to tell you but I mean it’s not like I don’t like what we do or whatever or I’m not getting pleasure…It’s jus-” you say. In a quick flash he’s handcuffed your hand to the headboard without you noticing, leaving you speechless.

“Well you said you wanted to try it…let’s try it then!” He says and his expression changes from soft to dark in a matter of seconds. He comes back up to your face and kisses you. You then notice he has handcuffed your other hand to the bed with your arms to the side. His hand brushes over the top of your chest and he pulls down the fabric revealing your breasts to him. He takes his time to kiss your neck trailing it down to your nipple, he flicks his tongue over your nipple whilst twisting the other nipple with his thumb and index finger making you gasp in pleasure. His hand moves from your nipple downwards reaching your womanhood, he gently pushes his fingers into the fabric feeling your wetness. He doesn’t even take time to take it off, instead he pushes your underwear to the side and inserts a finger and pulls out excruciatingly slow. He then enters a second finger and quickly moves in and out. He leaves his fingers in and flicks quickly reaching your spot. He’s now reduced you into a moaning mess, when you feel like you’re about to climax he pulls his fingers out. “No. No. No…Namjoon! What the hell?!” You get annoyed at him. 

He slaps your pussy, making you gasp. “Did I say you could cum?” he asks you, and you’re in stunned silence as he slaps it again. “Well did I?” he asks again and you shake your head. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum…”. He says and goes down and licks it excruciatingly slow making you wriggle. You can’t help but move your pelvis against his face, his hands move around your thighs and holds them there. He flicks his tongue over your clitoris and inserts his two fingers. He curls his fingers inside you rubbing your g-spot, “would you like to come?” he asks you. You bite down on your bottom lip and nod at him. “Beg for it.” he bluntly says to you. You don’t recognise your own voice as you start begging at him... even Namjoon was surprised at how desperate for release you were – he nods and lets you cum.

He removes his fingers and brings it to your mouth; you willingly suck his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he says. His boner now throbbing at how much of a hot mess he managed to get you into, Namjoon takes another object out the bag – blindfold. He releases your hands from the handcuffs and you practically jump at him kissing him really hard whilst running your fingers through his hair. He laughs during the kiss and holds you tight.

He gets up and tugs at your hand gently to get off the bed, “On your knees please.” You do as he says and he wraps the blindfold around your head gently and kisses you passionately. You hear him unzip his pants and your hands slide up his legs and you feel his boner through his boxers. He grabs your hands and puts them behind your back and handcuffs them again. You whine wanting to be able to touch him. He lifts your head at him looking at how sexy you look at this moment. He pushes his boxers down and kicks them in some corner, and strokes himself in front of you. He grabs the back of your head and pulls it towards him and you moan into his dick. He takes his finger and opens your mouth by parting your lips, you suck on his index finger and he quickly replaces it with the head of his dick. You brush your tongue over the head and circle your tongue around it, he grunts in response making you wetter. He pushes his dick in slowly into your mouth “easy…_______, that’s it. Take it all.” He slowly picks up the pace, you try to relax your mouth to avoid gagging but you end up gagging and he pulls out a little to let your throat rest, and strokes your face.

He picks you up wanting more than your mouth; he kisses you passionately turning you around. He bends you over the bed and teases you by rubbing his member over your clitoris, he positions himself and pushes into you causing you to moan into the sheets. He picks up the pace and slaps your derrière hard causing a red mark but all you do is moan harder.

“I’m close…” you say to him in-between moans, he continues his pace and you come first. “Me too.”  He uncuffs you, pulls your blindfold off and pulls out of you, he pumps himself. You turn to face him and slide down to your knees so his member is directly infront of you. Your hands gently cup his balls and you lick them, he can’t hold it in anymore and you open your mouth. He cums over your face and a little goes into your mouth. You unintentionally laugh at him; he decides it’s funny to rub cum into your face laughing hard at you.

“Thanks, I guess” you say to him, you grab a towel and clean yourself up and throw one over at him. He lies in bed and you crawl next to him, both of you still catching your breaths. Namjoon suddenly bellows with laughter and you sit up confused.

“I’ve known you for so long and you don’t think I didn’t pick up any hints from you or subtle gestures in bed. I do! I actually went out to pick some of my own stuff…” He says and scratches the back of his head blushing. You sit there stunned…’What? He wanted to do it as well?’ He gets up and goes to his side of the wardrobe and fumbles around for a bit before coming back with an identical black and pink bag.

#kim namjoon #namjoonxyou #kpop scenarios #kpop #bts #bts smut #bangtan boys #bts scenario #rude af

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Home Calls the Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: three

Word Count: 6.2k

rating: T (mentions of death and mental illness/depression, a brief moment of social etiquette cringe from reader, who is too awkward for life)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Author’s Note: Hello everyone, it’s been some time since the last update and I apologize about that but appreciate the patience. The taglist has grown considerably longer so I put it at the bottom. There are about 6 slots left open, but to keep it from getting to be a mile long I will close it down when I hit 50 people. Sorry in advance that I accidentally ended up back on my angst BS again this chap. Next one will likely be fluffier. 😭

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There was an undeniable awkwardness in the air, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel she was entirely to blame. Maybe she should have been more insistent about declining Taehyung’s offer to meet his family. It was evident to her now that they were indeed completely blindsided, though no one was overtly rude about her crashing their dinner.

On the contrary, the black-haired man who had taken one look at her and then fussed to get her a hot cup of tea was trying to make light conversation as he put the finishing touches on the evening meal.

Yoongi— the mountain lion, and Jimin and Taehyung’s hyung— had mostly focused on silently helping him after he shooed off Taehyung and told him to go let the others he had worried know he was back.

Jimin had cast her a small smile and a wave before joining the golden retriever. Which left (Y/N) with the two older men, sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar and feeling painfully in the way despite being physically well removed from the spot they were cooking in.

“Warming up any?” asked the broad-shouldered man, peeking at her from over said shoulder.

(Y/N) was quick to nod, now realizing just how lost she had been in her steaming cup of liquid. “Oh, um yeah, it’s doing the job really well.” She licked her lips, tasting the honey and chamomile of the tea, “Thank you.”

“That’s good. Let me know if you want more. It was probably freezing out there for you in just that sweater.” She had assumed that all of the others Taehyung lived with were hybrids as well, but to be completely honest, she had no idea what species of hybrid this man could be at a glance. And it was far from appropriate to ask when they had only just met.

“Taehyung let me borrow his scarf too.” She put in feebly, shrugging a little bashfully. (Y/N) had never planned to trek through the snow in such flimsy covering, but she had, and she felt foolish for it.

For the first time since resuming his spot next to the other man, Yoongi looked up and scoffed. “Which did exactly what for you? What you needed were layers.”

He was right, of course, but (Y/N) felt a little rankled by his tone. Was he blaming her or was he just gruff by nature?

“I’m sure she didn’t expect our pup to ambush her like that. You know how headstrong and impulsive Tae can be. Then there’s that big blue puppy eyed thing to contend with. It’s not a fair playing field.”

“Right?” (Y/N) agreed, happy someone was aware of the power of that puppy eye agenda. “I don’t think I stood a chance.”

“Try living with him.” He laughed, his full lips pulled into a bright smile. (Y/N) smiled too, a little bit of her nervousness melting away. His dark eyes twinkled, seeming to deem her reaction as a positive response, until something dawned on him. The loud gasp that came from him had Yoongi nearly losing his grip on the handle of the wok he was cooking with.

He gave the black-haired man a glare that went unnoticed. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself in all this.” He frowned, placing a hand to his chest. “I’m Seokjin, or just Jin. The charming one.” Much to her amusement, he brought his thumb and index finger up to his chin, pushing his lips out a little and wiggling his eyebrows.

(Y/N) wanted to introduce herself as an automatic response, but she was pretty positive he had heard the other boys say her name already. Still, it didn’t hurt to be polite. “(L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you.” She giggled. “And sorry for turning up unannounced.”

“It’s alright,” Seokjin reassured her, staring down at the meat he had been preparing and then nodding in satisfaction. It smelled heavenly, and despite (Y/N) not wanting to intrude on their dinner, she couldn’t deny that if offered a plate, she would probably eat. From what she could tell they were having stir fried rice and lamb skewers. “It’s not the first time Tae’s gone out and brought a friend back.”

(Y/N) tilted her head curiously at that, hoping the mysterious dog hybrid wasn’t collecting strangers at the park whenever the mood arose. Someone was going to assume he was a kidnapper.

“He brings home injured animals that need looking after every once in a while.” Yoongi clarified. “A whole human is a different story.”

(Y/N) once again felt somewhat unwanted, playing with her empty cup, unsure what to say.

“Don’t mind him, he gets a little flustered with company if he feels unprepared.” Jin rolled his eyes. “He’s probably nervous about you liking his cooking.”

(Y/N) wasn’t so sure it was that simple, but before Yoongi could reply, someone gave an exaggerated sniff, groaning as he sauntered into the kitchen area. “Ohh, lamb’s on the menu tonight.” The girl turned in her seat, trying not to stare too openly as yet another handsome hybrid showed up. In spite of her crappy best efforts, he caught her looking, staring back with intrigued brown eyes. “Hi, TaeTae’s guest, right?”

(Y/N) swallowed, her mouth dry at the warmth he oozed, barely managing a nod. He was wearing a baggy white t-shirt, black joggers and socks with matching slides. His hair—an interesting mixture of rust brown with some intermittent streaks of gray—looked soft, parted in a fringe that showed his forehead.

(Y/N) had never given a great deal of thought about how attractive a forehead could be, but here she was, checking one out. “I’m Hoseok, everybody’s hope.” he winked, two pointed canine ears flicking up. “Including yours now.” Despite his casual greeting, the position of his ears would suggest he was equal parts curious and alert. She couldn’t exactly blame him when a new face showed up unexpectedly in his space.

“(Y-Y/N)…” she waved stiffly, mentally smacking herself for being such an introverted dork at times. Hoseok only grinned a little wider, leaving her awed that his lips naturally formed the shape of a heart when his perfect white teeth were on display.

“Hobi here is our happy pill.” Jin said proudly. “It’s hard to be grumpy with him around. Right, Yoongi-yah?”

Yoongi grumbled something unintelligible, but his eyes were noticeably softer the minute he saw Hoseok, so there was definitely some credence to Jin’s claim.

“I heard a little already from Jimin,” Hoseok said, skirting around behind where she was seated and into the kitchen. “But Taehyung latched onto you at the park, huh?” He reached up into a cabinet and handed Jin a platter. (Y/N) tried not to stare too much as the man piled the plate high with perfectly browned meat.

“Something like that…I was having lunch and I noticed a really pretty golden retriever that was unaccompanied wandering around. When he came over to me I just felt for him I guess,” (Y/N) toyed with an old ring on her pinkie finger, one that had once belonged to her mother. “No one likes being out in the cold all alone.”

(Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure if she was speaking about Taehyung or herself there. It wasn’t a stretch to say her mind was muddled when the hybrid had come trotting over to her.

“You have to admit, following a hybrid you don’t even know back home is kind of risky.” Hoseok tilted his head, eyebrows pulling up as if he was trying to discern what would make her do it.

“We’re nice people,” Seokjin huffed, making quick work of setting the table once Yoongi scraped the rice out of the pan. “(Y/N)’s got nothing to worry about.”

“Not like she knew that when she walked through the door though,” Yoongi turned to her. “In the future, be a little more cautious, for your own sake. The last I checked, small humans like yourself are fragile.”

It sounded well-meaning enough, like concern, in his own way. So (Y/N) chose to take it as a friendly(ish) reminder. “Not that fragile…” she sniffed. “I took a few years of jiu jitsu as a kid. I was a purple belt.”

The feline hybrid stared blankly, as if silently asking what that was supposed to mean to him exactly. Flustered, (Y/N)’s chest deflated, “Right, noted. I’ll be better about paying attention to my surroundings in the future.”

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok sang out, “How about we lay off a little. She’s a guest. No need to go scaring her off, hyung.” In a move that looked incredibly brave from (Y/N)’s vantage point, Hoseok playfully leaned into Yoongi’s face, squishing his cheeks together until they resembled dumplings. For a fleeting second, (Y/N) wanted to coo. At Yoongi. The grumbly, so-far-solemn mountain lion.

His long tail came up, lightly slapping against Hoseok’s wrist, making the other man step back with a fond smile. “Just call the rest, would you? Tell them food’s done.”

“On it!” Hoseok bounced away with a cute little smile and a salute. Jin shook his head, but there was nothing but affection on his face.

“(Y/N), grab a seat,” He pulled out a chair, beckoning her over to the table. (Y/N) blinked, a little surprised. If anything, she would have expected to eat at the counter. There was plenty of space. What if by sitting at the table, she took someone’s seat? No way she was about to put someone out when these men had already let her come in out of the cold, despite her being a total stranger.

Seeming to notice her dilemma, Jin’s eyes grew warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry about taking someone’s spot.” The rectangular table had eight chairs set around it, all of the places set except the seat at the head, something she didn’t feel comfortable commenting on. “Our youngest is probably going to eat upstairs again tonight,” Jin sounded a little disappointed by the prospect, but that too was something (Y/N) was hardly going to pry about. Some people didn’t do well with surprises, like unexpected company at dinner. Who was she to subject someone antisocial or painfully shy to her presence?

Slowly, she slid from her stool at the counter, clutching her empty teacup until Seokjin noticed she still had it. “Oh here,” he took it from her, setting it in the sink, probably thinking he was being nice. Little did he know that the teacup and its happy bunny pattern had been something to physically cling onto, keeping her nerves at bay just slightly.

“Thanks,” she said, not wanting to explain that. (Y/N) took the seat she was directed to, her stomach giving an involuntary gurgle with the meat and bell pepper skewers right in front of her eyes. The rice accompanying the protein and veggies cooked to perfection too.

“Poor thing, you sound hungry.”

(Y/N) blushed. Of course Jin would have heard it. Which meant he was a hybrid after all then. Yoongi likely heard it too. He just didn’t deem it worth commenting on, taking his spot diagonal from hers across the table. Thundering footsteps kept there from being a need for strained attempts at conversation (luckily), Jin’s handsome features puckering into a sour expression as several boys slid through the door all at once, nearly toppling each other over. “Yah, have you all lost your minds, running in my kitchen?”

A chorus of “Sorry hyung,” in different voices had (Y/N) smiling to herself as they filed through the kitchen with more composure. Taehyung made a beeline for her as soon as he saw her, his tail wagging as he plopped down beside her, their shoulders brushing.

His eagerness to be near her eased her nerves just a little, making her feel less awkward as the rest of the hybrids filed in. There was only one she didn’t think she had met, a tall, tanned hybrid with dark rectangular ears similar to Hoseok’s, if not slightly larger. They met eyes, (Y/N) getting swept into his deep, inquisitive gaze.

“Joon-hyung, this is (Y/N).” Jimin introduced, also finding his place at the table. The avian hybrid looked very cozy in a striped long-sleeved shirt that fell over his hands, baggy sweatpants nearly covering his bare feet. From so close, she found his wings twice as gorgeous as before. Such a striking shade of cobalt blue, every feather groomed just so as the feathery appendages stayed tucked against his back. She had never seen a winged hybrid before, come to think of it. A slew of questions she was too shy to ask stayed balanced on the tip of her tongue. Were his wings heavy? Did he have to clean them in a special way? Was it uncomfortable keeping them tucked in like that?

All of these things were pushed to the wayside when she realized the hybrid she didn’t know was talking to her. “Nice to meet you,” he nodded at her, voice deep and expression cordial. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Hi Namjoon,” she swallowed, not sure why her palms felt a bit sweaty. It was probably just that he had such a commanding presence, though she wasn’t uncomfortable. “Likewise.”

As he made his way toward a seat at the table, his black and silver tail swept out when he turned, knocking into and nearly turning over a cup full of liquid there. Only Hoseok’s fast reflexes saved it, Namjoon whirling around with a small gasp, eyes startled and then sheepish. “Oh I…I didn’t mean to do that.” He muttered, causing the man beside him to laugh brightly, patting his arm. “We know, Joonie.”

“Just sit down.” Yoongi clicked his tongue.

The burly hybrid quickly lowered into his seat, looking as though he was trying not to draw further attention to himself. His shoulders were hunched in and his ears were down as he picked up his cup with concentration and took a delicate sip. (Y/N) softened, his display of clumsiness cutting his intimidation factor cleanly in half. Besides, they had only just met, and he hadn’t done anything to her besides tell her his name. The young woman mentally scolded herself for letting her nerves get the best of her.

Jin whisked by out of the kitchen holding a plate of food. “I’ll take Jungkook his dinner.” He announced, “There better be enough for me when I get back! And (Y/N) be sure to go ahead and dig in. You have to be quick when you’re eating with a bunch of animals.”

She blinked, “Okay…”

“I’ll help you,” Taehyung offered, taking her plate for her and beginning to put rice on it. He added three lamb skewers to it and presented the food to her with proud eyes.

“T-Thanks, it looks great.” (Y/N) directed the compliment at Yoongi as she carefully took the plate. He nodded silently, eating the fruits of his and Seokjin’s labor.

Although she readied her chopsticks, (Y/N) still paused, having the sense of having barged in on their quiet family meal, despite the circumstances that had brought her to their doorstep.

“Everything okay?” It was Jimin who’d asked, tilting his head in her direction curiously as he bit into the skewer of lamb in his hand.

It felt like all eyes drifted her way, and (Y/N) bobbed her head in a nod, clearing her throat. “Uh it’s just that,” she laughed nervously. “I’m a vegetarian.”

All the sounds of activity around the table stopped, the hybrids staring with bulging eyes, except Yoongi, who lifted a brow.

“She can’t eat this, hyung,” Taehyung reached for her plate, expression serious. “What else do we have that’s—”

Before he could completely tug it away, (Y/N) grabbed his wrist, wincing. “Sorry, sorry. That was just…it was a really crappy attempt at a joke. I’m not a vegetarian. I’m just an awkward dumbass that didn’t know how to explain I was too nervous to take a bite. I didn’t know what to say and I blurted that out, so just…sorry.”

As the hybrids processed her words, everyone sank back into their chairs, panic fading. “Some joke.” Yoongi huffed.

“So…you like bad jokes?” Taehyung asked thoughtfully. “How do you feel about puns?”

(Y/N) shrugged, “I’m not eggxactly opposed to a good one.”

Several of the men groaned, Hoseok chuckling across the table from her. “Oh, Jin’s gonna be over the moon excited.”

Any lingering awkwardness and tension died down, the sounds of eating filling the room. Taking that as her cue, (Y/N) tentatively dug in, feeling self-conscious even as the others around her ate heartily. That first bite of the tender lamb was like her tongue being serenaded by the perfect blend of flavors. It had been so long since she’d had any, especially seasoned to perfection. Her pleasure must have been written clearly across her face, the tip of her a finger startling her as it poked her bulging cheek. Taehyung watched her in amusement, a knowing look in his eyes. “Good, right?”

“Uh-huh,” If there was one thing bound to make her lose any bashfulness with new people, it was great tasting food. “So good,” Was she drooling? Hopefully not. It was the kind of meal that tasted so amazing that it was tempting to go for another big bite before the first had even been chewed and swallowed. “Compliments to the chefs.”

“You like it?” Jin had stepped back into the kitchen, sans the plate he had been carrying, at that exact moment. “It’s nothing much really.”

“Listen to him, pretending to be modest.” Namjoon smirked. “We all know you’re proud of your cooking, hyung. Well, (Y/N) didn’t, but now she does.”

“Aish,” Jin scolded, “Don’t tell on your hyung! People like a little feigned modesty every now and then.”

(Y/N) found herself further relaxed, taking a sip of the juice she’d been given. Taehyung sighed happily, “This is going better than I thought it would. See, (Y/N)? Everything’s fine.”

“Speaking of (Y/N), not to put you on the spot, but I still have a few questions.” Namjoon spoke again, and the girl urged him to go on with a nod. “When did you meet Taehyung? I thought we knew all of his friends, and most are, well…hybrids.”

Taking her time wiping sauce from the corner of her mouth, (Y/N) tried to formulate a proper answer, sensing that more than just Namjoon was curious about her. “I was having lunch by myself in the park earlier today, and I noticed a pretty dog walking around, looking for someone to play with.”

Yoongi fixed Taehyung with a pointed stare at this. “Wandering up to strangers without wearing your collar? Do you realize what the consequences of pulling a stunt like that could be?”

Taehyung’s ears folded down against his fluffy hair, avoiding his hyung’s eyes. “It was the easiest test I could think of to find a nice human. I figured I’d know a good one when I found them,”

“Why were you looking for a ‘nice human’?” Hoseok prodded, shooting (Y/N) a quick smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Whatever kind of animal instincts he had, they seemed to be on alert in regards to her. “Not that you don’t seem like one.”

“No, no I get it,” (Y/N) assured, putting a bit more rice in her mouth. “I turned up at your house kinda suddenly.”

“Answer the question, pup.” Yoongi said.

(Y/N) could feel Jimin tense up beside her, his wings making a quiet sound as he shuffled in his seat.

“I wanted…to find one who’d be willing to join our family.” He confessed. “Nothing’s been the same without Gramps.” His deep voice cracked, raw with emotion. “So I just thought maybe…”

“…Are you serious?” Yoongi said. (Y/N) had been staring at her plate, but she risked a peek in his direction, and immediately wished she hadn’t. Those limpid feline eyes, so green, were shiny with emotion. Rage? Sadness? Shock? All of the above? It was hard to say. “He’s been dead one fucking week, and you bring someone home with the intention of replacing him, without even consulting us?”

Just like that, all the tension taut enough to steal the air from her lungs was back. Taehyung looked ready to get up as Yoongi made to leave the table. “Hyung, it’s not like that—”

Yoongi rounded on him with startling grace. “Then tell me what it is like, Taehyung.” The big cat demanded. “Tell me what was going through your head, to feel the need to rush out and drag home some weird girl, sit her down at our table, and tell us this out of the blue.”

(Y/N) couldn’t look at a single one of them. Hearing that she had been brought to visit so soon after what sounded like a severe loss made her feel immensely guilty. The eighth spot that wasn’t set, Taehyung’s loneliness and sadness when she touched him, the wariness some of the hybrids displayed towards her. It all made sense. They were fresh in their mourning, and here she was, an intruder who had no right to be among them.

“You’ve got to admit, you didn’t think it out.” Hoseok’s voice wasn’t as sharp as Yoongi’s, but it caused her to flinch nonetheless. There was an undercurrent of disappointment that ate into (Y/N) even if it might not have been directed at her. “Gramps was…he was an amazing human. We all know that. What other person would be crazy enough and compassionate enough to take in a group like us, and raise us like his own kids?”

“I’m not trying to replace him at all!” Taehyung sounded so desperate for them to understand, his words pleading. “I swear I’m not. I know how much he meant to us,” he was starting to tear up, his pain, all their pain making (Y/N) rub at her chest. Sometimes, when animals in the vicinity were hurting enough, she didn’t need to touch them to feel their emotions. Apparently it was the same for hybrids. The grief all of them had over their departed caregiver was obvious, a palpable weight in her chest. “He saved me that day…he meant everything to me too.” As he broke down, scrubbing at his eyes as he began to sob, Jimin stood, walking around (Y/N)’s seat and encircling him in a fierce hug, his wings spreading a little to shelter his friend.

“Did you know?”

The tight, raspy voice belonging to Yoongi startled her from her dazed state of silence.

“Did I…know?” She croaked.

“That he wanted you to join our family? Did you know we’d only just lost our human?” He clarified. “I thought it was weird, you just up and following our pup home. I know Tae’s charming, but it was so abrupt.”

Throat itching, wrapped up in all the melancholy that had overtaken the six of them, (Y/N) felt the need to speak up, explain her side of things. She hadn’t meant to be hurt them, wasn’t trying to be complicit in rubbing salt in what she now knew to only be a week old wound. From losing Ha-Kun, (Y/N) was perfectly aware that the loss of someone dear took much, much longer to start closing than that. Right now their anguish was an exposed nerve, and she had stepped on it.

“I…um, yeah.” (Y/N) admitted, sounding tiny even to herself. But, undoubtedly they heard her just fine. “He told me not long after we met.” Yoongi’s features curled in disdain. “But I didn’t come here because I agreed.” she rushed to add, “It’s not because I’m trying to replace anyone. I would never diminish the grief you must all be feeling by assuming I could come in and sweep away the memory of a man who was clearly very dear to you all.”

“It’s not…not (Y/N)’s fault…” Taehyung lifted his face from Jimin’s neck to explain. “I was pushy. M’ sorry hyungs…Jiminie…I didn’t think about your feelings. And I’m sorry to you too, (Y/N), for dragging you into this.” He whimpered, and without thinking too much, (Y/N) reached over and placed a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Well, I still agreed to come home with you, didn’t I?” she mumbled. “I thought I could help you deal with some of that pain I felt, but that might have been really presumptuous of me. I didn’t even know the full situation.” Rising to her feet, she bowed deeply to all of them. “I can’t thank any of you enough for letting me into your home, and even feeding me. I think I’ve done enough harm, though. I should go.”

“No!” Taehyung cried, snagging her sleeve as she pushed in her chair.

“Taehyung, I’m sorry, but I—”

“Wait,” Namjoon’s commanding tone was enough to halt her in her tracks. “What did you mean when you said some of the pain you felt?”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized her slip. Not that her power was anything she necessarily hid. But it also wasn’t something she went around volunteering at random. However, given that it was largely responsible for how she had ended up in her current predicament, maybe it was best to come completely clean.

“Oh, that’s because I kinda…have a special ability.” Her eyes darted from one male to the next, gauging their general reaction. “You know, magic. Empathic magic. Since I was little, I’ve been able to feel and understand the emotions of animals.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes, “We’re not—”

“And hybrids too, I think.”

“So when we met at the park…” Taehyung was clearly beginning to piece it together. “You…you…”

“I felt what you did.” (Y/N) confirmed, a warm tear sliding from her eye.“I couldn’t leave you like that, so I told myself whatever I could do to step in and help, I would. I kind of do it for a living. I’m an animal behaviorist. I try to help animals express themselves and guide people towards understanding their emotions.”

“I’ve read about humans like you.” Namjoon informed her. “They’re pretty rare these days. Only something like one in every two hundred thousand has a gift, right?”

“Something like that.” (Y/N) said lightly, gripping the back of her chair hard, instincts still urging her to run away. “I’ve never met anyone else with a gift in my life, to be honest.” Pausing, she considered another possibility, “Or maybe I have, and they were being discreet.”

“Either way, none of us have ever met someone like you before.” Hoseok said.

“Yep, I’m not a garden-variety weirdo.” she joked weakly. “I’m a rare weirdo.”

That broke the tension, just a little, several of the hybrids staring in soft amusement. “Anyway, I’m really sorry for any trouble I might’ve caused, and sorry for making dinner…this.” she gestured around. “I uh, my condolences too, for your loss.”

“Thank you.” Seokjin smiled.

(Y/N) scrambled away from the table, heart hammering as she felt Taehyung’s burning stare follow her. ‘I know I gave up before I even tried. I’m sorry I let you believe I was someone special who could help.’

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the golden retriever—who looked every bit the kicked puppy—that called out to her first.

“(Y/N), hold on.” Jin approached slowly, as if trying not to corner a startled animal. She blinked. Wow, she must look really uncomfortable and desperate to escape. “How far away do you live? There’s supposed to be a cold front with heavier snowfall coming tonight. If you plan to walk, then I’m going to have to put my foot down.”

Walking back to the parking lot to retrieve her car was exactly what she had planned to do. “I’m sure it’s not too bad.” She tried, but the older man was having none of it.

“It’s too dangerous, and you don’t even have a proper coat or boots.” Seokjin disputed, “You aren’t going.”

“Listen to Jin,” Yoongi huffed. “If you think you caused so much trouble now, think of how much more you’d be causing if you went out in that storm and got lost or froze to death. This one’s already about to cry.” He pointed to Taehyung, who indeed appeared ready to shed tears.

“Stay the night.” Jin offered, patting her shoulder. “I’m sure Tae would like that.”

Taehyung’s tail was wagging hard, his sterling blue eyes hopeful as he remained beside Jimin. “C’mon (Y/N), at least until the storm passes?”

(Y/N) mentally weighed her options, glancing out the kitchen window to see the snow coming down in a flurry. No way would she be able to see to make it back to her car safely. It would be just fine parked where it was overnight. No one was going to risk getting buried in the snow to go bother it. “You make a tempting offer gentlemen,” she finally conceded. “I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Now that that’s sorted out, everybody sit down.” Jin ordered, shooing everyone who had stood back toward the table. “If my cooking isn’t appreciated, I’ll be the next person crying.”

Taehyung maintained a firm grip on one of her hands throughout the rest of the meal, but after the dramatic turn things had taken there, the empath couldn’t find it in herself to complain.

~~

“Seriously, I don’t have any trouble sleeping on the couch downstairs.” (Y/N) uselessly repeated for the fourth time. It was pointless, because Seokjin was hearing none of it.

“Oh hush,” he rolled his eyes. “The couch is alright for naps, but it can get a little drafty down there in the winter. I could turn on the fireplace,” he considered, turning down the sheets. “But wouldn’t you rather be nice and cozy up here?” The man, who she had found out was also a bird hybrid, patted the bed enticingly.

“It looks amazing, especially after the long day I’ve had, don’t get me wrong,” (Y/N) assured him, “It’s just…this is clearly someone’s bedroom.” The space was far too lived in to think otherwise. There was an open sketchbook with doodles on the writing desk near the bedroom’s window, and a vintage camera close to it. Whoever owned the device knew what they were doing, a cork board of pinned photos of happy smiling faces and serene skylines displayed there. Not to mention the partially opened closet full of male clothes and the set of weights in the corner. “Where are they going to sleep?”

“Jungkookie? Don’t worry about him. He’s sleeping down the hall tonight anyway.” Jin explained. “He knows we have a guest, and I don’t think he’ll be too upset about you using his room for the night,” Finished switching out the sheets, the bird hybrid tucked them neatly away in a dresser drawer.

“The more of your hospitality I use up, the worse I feel.” (Y/N) perched herself on the edge of the bed, having to silently admit that it was very comfy. If it felt this good just to sit down on it, laying there on her back was bound to feel even better.

Seokjin sat beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders to focus her attention on him. “(Y/N), it’s alright,” he said earnestly. “I know things got…intense downstairs. And it’s true we were caught off guard. But that doesn’t mean we’re putting you out in the cold just because Taehyung did something impulsive. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, so stop sulking.” Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in a little, “In fact, stare into my handsome face until it’s imprinted into your head. Then when you fall asleep, you’re guaranteed to have good dreams.”

(Y/N) gave an unattractive snort, quickly covering her lips and then tittering into her hand. Seokjin said it like he was trying to hypnotize her into obeying. What a goofball.

“Yah, there’s nothing funny about a face this good looking.” He fussed, “Are you rejecting my offer?”

“Of course I’d never turn down an offer so generous.” (Y/N) sobered, though it was hard to fight the grin edging back onto her lips. “A face that beautiful, and I get to look at it for free? Lucky me.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Jin agreed. In hindsight, him being an emperor penguin made a lot of sense. He carried himself with a certain self-assured elegance. “Anyway, you should be all set now. There’s a bathroom just down the hall to the left if you want to shower before bed.”

He got up to leave, telling her where he would be if she found she needed anything else in the middle of the night. (Y/N) was grateful, but imposing again was the last thing she planned to do. She would cause as little disruption as possible and then trekk back to her car after saying the proper goodbyes in the morning.

Although…a hot shower might help with her nervous energy. (Y/N) looked down at herself with a light frown. If she wanted to shower she would have to put the same clothes back on for the night… Sighing heavily, the girl decided maybe she wasn’t getting that shower after all. Her fingers had only just started to peel back the sheets when a knock came at the door. Snapping upright, she tried to tamp down the unnecessary feeling of guilt, like she was somewhere she shouldn’t be. “C-Come in,” she called.

The door creaked open, a blue head slowly peeking in. (Y/N) met Jimin’s eyes, a little smile on his face. “Good, you’re still awake. I wanted to bring you these,” he trotted in the room with fabric draped over his arm, holding it out to her. “To borrow for the night.”

(Y/N) carefully accepted the bundle, realizing he had brought her a pajama set. Unfolding them and holding them out, she surmised it should fit pretty well. Jimin was taller but there shouldn’t be any issues of them being too large.

“You didn’t have to,” she said, “I could have just slept in what I’m wearing.”

“You could’ve, but now you don’t have to.” The hybrid insisted, his tone edging on sassy.

“Well thanks,” (Y/N) relented easily, because truth be told she still wanted that shower and now she had a change of clothes. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” When he smiled, his cheeks were so cute. “Tae wanted to come say goodnight anyway, but he’s busy with the hyungs. So I said I’d do it.”

(Y/N) winced in sympathy for the poor dog hybrid. “How’s he holding up? They’re not going too hard on him, are they?”

“My hearing isn't as good as some of the others, but I know he’s getting an earful.” Jimin revealed, playing with his fingers. “Oh, but don’t worry about it,” he added when he saw her frown. “It’s TaeTae, so they won’t be mad for too long.”

(Y/N) supposed that was all she could hope for. At the end of the day, Taehyung had been trying to help his family, as unorthodox as his idea was.

Jimin looked back, eyeing the door he’d left cracked, and then studying her with big, soft eyes. Not for the first time, (Y/N) was mesmerized by how positively angelic he was. “Can I tell you something?”

(Y/N) was so captivated by how pretty he was, she nodded without hesitation. He could tell her about the stock market report and she would listen dutifully. “Keep it just between us…” he started, licking his lips, “But I’m glad you’re here. I hope you can help Jungkookie, and the hyungs too.”

“I’m not,” (Y/N) hesitated, “Sure they really want my help. And if you mean the Jungkook that Jin mentioned, I haven’t even met him.”

“You might if you want to stick around…” he whispered, staring down at his slipper clad feet. “Gramps was home. Some of us don’t remember where we came from before, and some of us got ripped away from our families and then tossed around like property up for grabs. Gramps was never like that. Maybe he had magic too. He just felt that special.” (Y/N) listened solemnly, letting Jimin wipe at his watery eyes. “I understand what Tae was trying to do.”

Tentatively, (Y/N) stuck out her hand. “I don’t know if I can become your human so suddenly, but would it be alright if I became your friend?”

His face lit up, and (Y/N) thought she might melt at the way his eyes disappeared into his full cheeks when he was beaming. “That’s perfect.” He said, accepting her hand.

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[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Home Calls The Heart

Summary: Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

chapter: one

Word Count: 7.2k+

rating: T (mentions of death, depression/mental illness, past abuse and neglect, and reader’s height is briefly alluded to)

genre: romance | hurt/comfort| magic AU

tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly| FM!reader

Emperor Penguin!Seokjin, Golden Retriever!Taehyung, Coyote!Hoseok, Mountain Lion!Yoongi, Wolfdog!Namjoon, Kingfisher!Jimin, Holland Lop!Jungkook

Ch.2

Author’s Note: New at this so go easy on me please. 🥺 Probably one of the few times I will ever use an unnamed Y/N. I’m not very used to writing in this format, but I am too lazy to think up a good name as I intended for this to be a one-shot. Though I am awful at one-shots …so this may end up in 2-3 parts. This came from a prompt I wish I could credit but can’t find now, about hybrid Bangtan “adopting” a human that Taehyung brings home. This was originally meant to be a funny and strictly fluffy take on the prompt, but evolved into this somewhat angsty mess. Apologies. Still fluffy though, I promise.

It had been one week. One week without Choi Han-Gyeol, and the boys were still very much in mourning. It hurt when so much of their lives had been intertwined with the man’s, and so much of him still lingered everywhere around the farm. They could no longer hear the sharp cackles over his own jokes, but the ugly painting of a morose clown he had bought on a whim from the bizarre still hung in the living room. Not even three weeks ago he had affixed it to the wall, near the mantel decorated in photos of the boys through the years. Jimin took one look at the clown’s sunken cheeks, droopy eyes and quivering lips, declared it a monstrosity, and then demanded it come down.

But Han-Gyeol or Gramps as he preferred they called him, made a remark about how he would leave it up, because with the portrait hanging there, he wouldn’t have to go down the hall to look in the mirror. Joking at his own expense was one of his specialities. Jin had picked up his sense of corny humor from years of close exposure, and the boys groaned over each of the duo’s lame puns or terrible one-liners.

Now it was different, though. Jin hadn’t even attempted a joke since the day before they lost their guardian—Gramps never cared for being referred to as their owner or master, a habit easier to break for some of them than others. The funeral was a pretty swift process, thanks to the meticulous instructions the old man had left behind. Apparently he had been planning for the inevitability for a while, likely since his health started to take a serious decline.

He brushed them off when they cast him worried gazes, practically growling like a hybrid himself when they hovered too much or tried to discreetly take on more of his house chores. He hated being coddled and said he would rather keep his dignity and some semblance of independence.

Han-Gyeol had no children, just some scattered great-nephews and a great-niece. None of them contested the will, leaving everything to his hybrids. Then again, the old guy was smart. On paper, it looked like all he’d really had left at the end was a farm in the middle of nowhere, one his family had never visited.

In reality, the eccentric geezer had amassed quite the fortune in late adulthood thanks to his peanut shelling company. He sold to candy factories around the world and made a killing from that alone, never mind all the well-made investments over the last decade. The farm, he told them, was a purchase made from nostalgia, wanting to reconnect to his country bumpkin roots. It later became a safe haven to every hybrid he found or rescued and let stay with him.

Jungkook, the one who had found him collapsed in the field—a heart attack, they learned later—was holed up in Gramps’ bedroom, surrounded by his things and the fragrance clinging heavily to the air that the boys jokingly called his “foxy grandpa” perfume, because he wore it when he wanted to go out on the town and leave an impression.

Everywhere he looked, everyone was so sad. So…defeated. Taehyung was no exception. He was just as devastated by the heartbreak of losing the only human most of them had ever really been able to trust.

Gramps swept into his life on a muggy summer day when he was just a pup. At the time, he was about to be carted off to who knows where by Hybrid Control officers. The family who had purchased him to be a playmate to their young daughter—who’d quickly gotten bored with him in favor of a colossal dollhouse—could no longer keep him.

They were losing their house and a lot of possessions, including the six-year old puppy hybrid who didn’t understand why his owner’s parents were arguing, tears streaming down the woman’s face. The little girl, a child of nine, seemed less affected right up until her parents started separating toys she could keep and those that would have to be sold. You tended to lose everything when you got caught embezzling millions, not that he knew that at the time. He was scared, confused, and no one was paying him any attention.

When they finally noticed him watching from the corner of their daughter’s playroom, the decision to send him with Hybrid Control wasn’t a drawn out one at all. They regarded him with dispassion, and the tall man in a gold and black uniform reached for his wrist to pull him away.

Taehyung couldn’t say he was overly attached to the family. The parents cooed at him when they took him from his littermates and parents, stuck a bow on his head and dressed him up in the most expensive outfit he had ever owned, and presented him to their daughter on her birthday.

Then that was that. From then on they mostly treated him like a discarded teddy bear that had been left on the floor and needed to be put away, regardless of the fact that he talked, ate and was, as he’d always been told by his family and the woman who owned his parents, a very good boy.

The girl he was meant to grow up with, his person, his noona, barely looked up when they carried a wriggling Taehyung out, frantically reaching for her. Sure, she was bossy, changed her mind about what game they should play so much it made his head spin. Sure she never listened to what he wanted to do, and actually stripped him down to force him to put on clothes she liked better for the sake of her imaginary games, depending on the role she gave him. Sure she wasn’t…perfect, but that didn’t matter to him.

His parents had told him having an owner would be a wonderful thing, and of all their pups, he deserved a good home. They told him he would know his person right away, love them, and that the right human would cherish him.

The pup had often wondered, another expensive bobble in the big house with this distant family who brought him there, if he was doing something wrong. Because none of them inspired the feeling his parents told him about. Still, they were his home. His first real home that was meant to be his. And he must have been a bad boy to lose it.

Through all his crying, and pleading, and promises that he would be good from then on, a better boy than he ever was before, the humans gave him the same blank face they always had, ready to let the hybrid control officer drag him away. Then, they took a look at him, and their eyes widened. Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat, a whimper died in his throat. Were they changing their mind? Seeing that he was worth keeping after all? “Wait, we’d like his collar back.” The husband had said, all business. The collar they had bestowed on him was a bit heavy, and very flashy. Custom made and encrusted with quite a few jewels. When he doubted his place in their family, thought about wandering off to find someone who actually wanted to play with him and cuddle at night with him, he looked down at the accessory.

Surely they wouldn’t spend so much money getting it for him if they didn’t love him. His mother told him his human would love him so much, they’d shower him with nice things and kind words, stroke his belly when he was sad, and throw his favorite ball for hours with a smile on their face. Taehyung only shifted into his puppy form by request, when their daughter wanted to put bows in his fur or the game required an actual dog (according to her whims).

Her parents didn’t like him running around as a puppy any other time, because of “pet dander” (whatever that meant). Needless to say he had never run through their huge backyard chasing his favorite ball. He had never rolled in the mud after it rained while someone sprinted behind him with the hose to try washing him off.

Once the collar was ripped off his throat, he knew he never would. This was it. They really didn’t want him. He wasn’t a bad boy, he was the worst boy, and his cries started up in earnest. Though this time, he didn’t fight, didn’t protest when hybrid control took him from the large house, ready to let them throw him into the back of their scary, dark van with its barred, tinted windows.

That was when Gramps materialized from nowhere, asserting his right as a concerned citizen to know what was happening, and told them right then and there he was going to adopt the sobbing boy. Taehyung must have looked so pitiful, ears pressed flat in his fluffy golden hair, tail drooping lower than ever before. His big watery blue eyes, the only fault for an otherwise perfect specimen of a golden retriever hybrid, shining with oncoming tears.

Gramps was an eccentric fifty-five year old man at the time, dressed tackily in tartan pants with a yellow blazer and wearing a velvet top hat. He kind of reminded Taehyung of ringleaders from the circus show he had been to once with his owner and her family.

The hybrid control officers protested about the rules, how he had just been signed over to them and anyone wanting to adopt him would have to wait for Taehyung’s intake and his ten day hold to be over. Then they could submit an application like everyone else and see if they were approved.

Taehyung quivered, his eyes pleading with this strange human who seemed like the least threatening choice, hoping he would help. And he did. With a conspiratorial smile, he took out his wallet and his phone.

Two decades later, Taehyung still wasn’t sure exactly what happened, but he ended up going home Choi Han-Gyeol, which was the best thing that could have possibly happened that day. There, he found a playmate/friend in an emperor penguin hybrid named Seokjin who’d been rescued roughly a year prior to his arrival from a carnival that wasn’t equipped to provide for him properly.

The older boy showed him the ropes, got him used to living on the farm and assured him that Gramps was a good human that could be trusted. One of the first additions he’d made to his land after acquiring Seokjin was installing a new facility where the temperature stayed subarctic at all times so he could be comfortable when he needed to escape the summer heat.

Over the years, more hybrids had joined them, coming from a variety of backgrounds. Two of his hyungs were former wild hybrids, losing their families in separate incidents due to discrimination against their species. With Gramps as the common thread that tied them together at first, they had become close. Just the eight of them, thriving in their own little corner of the world.

And then there were seven, Gramps’ ashes scattered on the rocky shores of his favorite beach, just like he wanted. He was gone. He was free. Happy as that made the dog, it didn’t stop the persistent ache in his heart. For him or for the others.

They went on, because what choice did they have? The farm animals were taken care of, the house was grudgingly cleaned, but no one had any cheer, and it was starting to take its toll. They were usually a vibrant bunch with a rowdy household. Gramps scolded now and then, but they all knew he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Hey, food’s done.” Yoongi greeted as Taehyung made his way into the kitchen. “Who’s going to be the one to drag the kid out here?”

Hoseok and Jimin, who had been quietly talking at the table, stared between each other. “Shouldn’t we let him sleep a little longer, hyung?” Jimin asked carefully. “You know he’s restless at night.”

Jungkook, their youngest, was holding himself responsible for the passing of their late owner, a burden all of them wished he would take off his shoulders. Somehow in the poor bunny’s head, he had convinced himself he could have prevented Gramps’ death. Noticed the signs of the impending heart attack sooner, or taken on more of the old man’s chores no matter how much he’d get yelled at for it.

But the reality of the situation would remain the same. The heart attack would have still happened, and no amount of wishing otherwise would have led to a different outcome. Shortly before that fateful day, they had all noticed Gramps slowing down, ever so slightly, and the change of his scent. He assured them it was a light cold, nothing more, and that he would take it easy. But deep down, each of them had known better.

Trying to give Jungkook time to work out his feelings was the plan. It had only been a week, and grief wasn’t linear anyway. They wanted to let him come to the conclusion he wasn’t to blame in his own time while offering him support.

“It’s past two in the afternoon,” Yoongi grumbled, sounding fairly annoyed, his thick tail swiping once across the floor. Of course, some of them were running low on patience. “The least he can do is get up and come eat with us, then go lay back down. But a shower probably wouldn’t kill him either.”

“He’s depressed, Yoongi. Gramps was here one minute, gone the next. And Jungkook was right there after it happened. There’s still a lot he needs to process.” Hoseok reasoned.

“Okay, well somebody go get him so he can process on a full stomach at least. Up until a week ago the bun was eating like he was in his third trimester of pregnancy, now he’s just nibbling at whatever I send up. It’s starting to piss me off to see all that food go to waste.” The words were harsh, but the three of them had been living with the mountain lion far too long not to see through the bluster. Yoongi was as worried as they all were. He sometimes made a separate meal just for Jungkook with all his favorites in an attempt to get him to eat a little bit more.

“I’ll go, hyung,” Taehyung volunteered, catching the big cat hybrid’s gaze of approval before he changed direction for the stairs. The older man said a quiet thank you, and added something about bringing the other members of their pack down if he saw them.

Taehyung ascended the creaky, spiraling staircase of the three-story farmhouse. For being such a large house, it was as cozy as a small log cabin on a winter’s eve. It never felt imposing and stuffy, like his first owners’ home had been with its air of emptiness.

This was a home Gramps had built not very long before meeting them. He liked to say he had a good intuition that all the extra space he had no use for when it was built, would be given purpose. And sure enough he found Seokjin, then Taehyung, followed by Yoongi, and the others trickled in steadily, until the big farmhouse was always loud and homey.

The third floor was mostly recreational— a game room, a movie room, even a nice home gym for Jungkook and whoever felt like joining him. The second floor housed them, their rooms close, just like they preferred.

Whoever didn’t want to sleep alone for any reason ranging from bad nightmares to general clinginess could stroll to the room across from theirs or right next door and climb into bed to snuggle down with a packmate. Gramps’ room was the only one facing the stairs, far down at the end of the hall.

Growing up, they had fun pretending they were in a cartoon, running from room to room chaotically and trying to startle Gramps by popping up from a door he didn’t expect, sometimes succeeding and sometimes getting frightened themselves (especially Hoseok and Jin).

Each step felt so heavy, and the hallway felt so long and simultaneously not long enough as the dog approached Gramps’ door, already sensing the sadness emanating from inside. Taehyung missed the Jungkook who wrestled with him and played pranks with him, even annoyed him from time to time.

They had lost Gramps and now, he really felt like they were losing themselves. It was no wonder, since he had been the only safe human for most of their lives. The world outside the farm was not as nice. They had to wear collars whenever they had a group outing, so none of them could be snatched up and carted off by hybrid control.

It reminded him of something strange Gramps had said a year or two ago, all of them outside enjoying the spring sunshine that day.

Jin set out the lunch he’d whipped up, Namjoon read in the shade while Hoseok played with Yoongi’s tail and he chased Jungkook and Jimin around.

The makane trio collapsed on top of each other in the sweet smelling grass, giggling and playfully nipping ears. He and Jimin joined together to pin Jungkook, who, despite being designated a prey hybrid, had muscles to spare. Competitive to a fault in their little games, Jungkook only stayed down for a minute before he was kicking up and falling on both of them with a triumphant laugh. Blunt teeth tugged at one of Taehyung’s floppy ears, but it didn’t hurt, the solid weight of the bunny’s strong body draped over him as he was half-lying on Jimin. When they realized this, Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled back, not wanting to accidentally be rough with their packmate’s wings. “Come on kids, time to eat.” Yoongi called. They all obediently sprinted over, nearly toppling into one another. Jin rolled his eyes good-naturedly, instructing them to use the hand sanitizer he’d brought along before accepting their meals.

As they chowed down, less than refined with no one to impress, Taehyung heard Jin ask Gramps if the food wasn’t to his liking.

“Nah, not that at all. You did a fine job like always Jinnie-boy.” The penguin preened at the compliment, his fair skin going pink. “But I’ve got a question for you boys, and I want you to answer honestly. Don’t worry about holding back on account of my feelings.”

“Why so cryptic, Gramps?” Yoongi asked, setting his chopsticks down to give the man his complete attention.

“Cause these needs saying and it’s important. I know I adopted each of you boys from some sticky situations. Some of you have spent most of your lives here. And I never was a spring chicken, but that’s beside the point I guess. I’m thinkin’ I did you a disservice, keeping you secluded here on the farm.”

“We like it here!” Jimin protested as soon as Gramps paused for a breath. His colorful wings ruffled out, indignant at the very notion that any of them could feel otherwise. “Why wouldn’t we? You provide us with all our needs, and we’re family.” Various voices joined in to agree.

“He’s right, HanGyeol-ssi.” Namjoon’s baritone cut through all of them. He hadn’t called Gramps that in ages. It was the only way he would address him for a month after arriving, but once Han-Gyeol drilled ‘Gramps’ into his head, he used the affectionate nickname as freely as the rest of them. That meant that Namjoon wanted to impress upon their elder how serious they were being. “You may not see yourself as our owner, but you’re our human. You taking us in, giving us this life, it means more than we can express.” The others dipped their heads in solemn nods. “Plus, you’re not exactly keeping us in chains. If we wanted to go, we wouldn’t be here.” A dimple appeared in his left cheek as he smirked.

Gramps tipped his head back, his sharp crackle of a laugh setting everyone more at ease. “Fair enough, and I did ask for honesty, eh? Nice to know you stick around and mooch off me cause ya want to.” he teased. “But I had to ask. The world’s changing. More humans are taking their heads out of their asses these days. I hear beyond the barrier, hybrids are getting more rights every year. Soon it won’t be mandatory for them to wear collars in public if they don’t want. They’ll be able to carry identification cards.”

Taehyung’s ears twitched in interest, the others seemingly as intrigued as he was. The farm was situated just past the old barrier, one that separated the half of the city mostly inhabited by hybrids from the one with predominately human inhabitants. Nothing said humans couldn’t live amongst hybrids, or vice versa, but before any of them were born, it was decided that maybe the best way to keep the peace after the emergence of hybrids was through separation.

At least, that was until hybrids and humans could come to a better understanding. They couldn’t even come together and decide how to govern on one accord. Most humans that chose to make their home amongst the hybrid population kept to themselves, or they already had hybrids in the family whom they wanted to be comfortable. When they asked long ago what made Han-Gyeol purchase twenty acres of land in the hybrid district before he actually had hybrids, he said that hybrids always struck him as being above drama more than people. All they really wanted was peace and equality. Humans wanting to live in their district just had to pass a background check, prove they weren’t linked to any hate crimes against hybrids and hadn’t ever been convicted for abusing one.

There also wasn’t such a thing as true “ownership” of a hybrid this side of the barrier. If a human and hybrid chose each other, the process was a lot more like when a human adopted an orphaned child, or vice versa, when a hybrid adopted themselves a human family member. Things were of course much more oppressive on the human side. That’s the side all of them had suffered on.

“I know none of you have had an easy hand out there,” Gramps said, like a mind-reader, “but if you ever got the urge to set out on your own and see life beyond this farm, I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Where’s this coming from?” Jin whispered. “Are we a nuisance?”

“You’ve been slacking on your chores too much for video games, Kookie.” Taehyung pretended to scold.

Jungkook’s mouth popped open as he clutched his face in silent horror, making them all laugh.

“Thanks for humoring an old man.” Gramps sighed. “Just promise me none of ya are going to sit around in the dumps when I’m gone. Find you a nice human if you decide to take in another one. Preferably a newer model with low mileage. If it’s a pretty lady, even better.” He winked, to which they all groaned. Gramps…always the jokester.

That was then and this was now, when the strange advice seemed more relevant than ever. Taehyung knocked softly, hearing Jungkook shuffle around as he more than likely sat up from the cocoon he’d made of the blankets.

Adopting a human, huh? That was all well and good to suggest, but Taehyung didn’t even know how to keep a pet. Sure, they shared the farm with some chickens, ducks, a few goats, even a horse and sheep and two pigs…but none of them were pets. The hybrids considered them just as much residents of the farm as they were. Friends. Their animal sides, even though some of them were the natural predators of the lesser animals, made them sympathetic to the barnyard creatures in a way few humans besides Gramps could be. It was absurd to think of keeping a puppy, when he was partially a dog genetically himself. A human…the member of their family they had lost was a human. And nothing and no one could ever replace their Gramps or his impact on them.

But maybe…just maybe… Taehyung thought of the gloominess that shrouded the whole house. How normally mild-mannered and patient Yoongi was more huffy than ever, how Jungkook had retreated into himself, how Jin had stopped telling jokes and all of Namjoon’s time was spent in the library or writing depressing poems…he knew what he had to do, for all of them.

He had to adopt a new human.

~~~

(Y/N) unwrapped her burger, salivating as the smell hit her full on. She currently had the whole bench to herself, free to set down her tote bag and unwind a little. Silently sending up thanks for the food, the young woman took a big bite, groaning happily as she started to chew. It was the little things that made life bearable at times. Like munching on a juicy burger in the peace of her favorite local park.

Bit of an overcast day, but that didn’t stop the people who were walking along the trail, or unwinding on benches or blankets just like her. Some even had their hybrids with them.

There was also a girl throwing a ball to a dachshund, who raced after it as fast as those stubby legs would allow, and (Y/N) was sure if the pup was a hybrid or an ordinary dog. It could be hard to distinguish at times, especially from a distance.

She sighed, trying not to be too consumed in thoughts of the past, when she and her childhood dog had done the same.

Ha-Kun was a loyal mutt. She and her father had found and rescued him when she was in middle school. (Y/N) remembering taking the shivering puppy home and getting him dry after fishing him out of a river. Instantly, the young girl fell in love with his doleful brown eyes and laughably long ears. There was no telling exactly what was in his genetics, but basset hound probably featured prominently.

That was about the time when (Y/N) made another discovery—her gift. Touching the dog had sent sparks skittering through her fingertips. She’d assumed it was static after rubbing him vigorously with a towel. But as she reached to stroke his head, something strange occurred.

In that moment, (Y/N) could truly feel everything the dog felt. His contentment, the fear that was melting into gratitude, and a newfound sense of devotion. Running to retrieve her dad, she tried to explain what happened, words likely making little sense judging by the confusion on his face.

After he had calmed her down, (Y/N) tried telling him what happened once again, and her father listened with intrigue. Returning to the kitchen together, they found the pup still wrapped in towels and cozy on the kitchen table, smacking his lips in a yawn at them. Giggling, (Y/N) decided then and there he looked too at home to abandon back outside, where he might find himself in another predicament, and her dad agreed. Their new family member was named ‘Ha-Kun’ shortly after, and he made their small family complete over the years. It turned out (Y/N) truly did have a special ability. She was an empath. Specifically, one who could feel and understand the emotions of animals.

It had come as mildly surprising at first, but her father shrugged it off, hypothesizing maybe it came from her mother’s side. Magic was uncommon in the modern era, but not unheard of. People still cropped up now and then who were born with some special talent or another. Making plants grow, running at super-speed, teleporting, and talking to animals.

(Y/N) couldn’t talk to them per se. She had never been able to crack the code to understand ‘words’, but understanding their feelings was very close to that. One touch and everything in its head flowed right through her. Her keen knack for getting them had made her decide to become an animal behaviorist.

Her profession was rewarding, and it felt like her calling, traveling everywhere from households to zoos in a bid to make sure animals had a voice through her. With insight into how they felt made it easier to deduce what was happening and why their behavior may have suddenly changed. The work paid handsomely, but well, it did get a bit lonely.

Ha-Kun had finally slowed down too much to play fetch, and then too much to go on long walks. He ate less, he slept more, and the day she touched his back and peeked into his mind, just as she had so many times before, it broke her heart. That day was a blur.

(Y/N) tried her hardest not to dwell on it. But there was crying. So much crying. Ha-Kun was sad to be leaving her all alone, but she assured him he had been by her side as long as he could manage, and she would never forget him. Her dad met her at the vet’s for moral support, and to say his own goodbyes. They’d watched Ha-Kun drift off into a peaceful sleep together.

That was eight months ago, and (Y/N) still felt the echoes of that loss. There were times when she came home to her empty apartment and felt his absence so profoundly, it was all she could do not to sink to her knees and sob. Ha-Kun had been her best friend, her confidant, there for her always. Each time work had been draining, a blind date her friend set her up on went horribly wrong, or things otherwise weren’t going her way, she could come home and tell him all about it. Her power let her know that animals truly did understand far more than people gave them credit for, and Ha-Kun was a sweet, supportive soul.

People in her life who meant well made suggestions, saying maybe she should try adopting another pet, or maybe even adopt a hybrid. And (Y/N) had considered it, knowing her old friend would rest easier to know she was opening her heart to a new friend. But the few times she had half-heartedly visited hybrid adoption agencies or pet shelters, the spark of connection to make the leap was never there. (Y/N) would never do a hybrid or a pet the disservice of bringing them home when her heart wasn’t in it. She believed both hybrids and animals deserved only homes who were fully committed to them.

Maybe one day, her soul would match with another’s again. Looking down in her lap, (Y/N) realized she’d let her burger grow cold, nibbling it with less enthusiasm so it wouldn’t go to waste. This was the first time she had been back to this park in eight months. It was one of the last places she and Ha-Kun had been together in his final days, and for that reason, she’d thought it best to get some distance from the spot for a while.

Watching everyone happy, whether with their significant others or hybrids, was bittersweet. (Y/N) would never wish the pain that still lingered on any of them. They were strangers who had done nothing to her. But would it be unreasonable if she wished she had a reason to join them again?

Her eyes focused on the girl and dachshund again, the dog slowing down, finally tired after a long hour and a half of chasing its ball. It looked like he wanted just one more throw, and his owner seemed to understand and obliged. It was fascinating watching an animal so small work up that kind of speed.

But as he took off again, a second blur appeared from nowhere, outrunning him to dart for the ball and snatch it up without hesitation. The dachshund was so caught off guard he slipped, eating dirt as he tumbled through the grass. The second canine, much larger than his stout frame, paused to stand over him, head dipping in a show of concern. The dachshund scrambled to his feet and shook himself off as the owner ran over.

She approached warily, unsure about the intentions of the unknown dog, but wanting to check on her own pet. (Y/N) could now see the other dog was a gorgeous golden retriever. As the girl approached, it released the ball from his mouth and nudged it toward her. Bemused but still cautious, she picked it up, and her dachshund trotted over to stand behind her.

The golden dropped to a crouch, fluffy tail an elegant flag waving through the air. Ah, clumsy as his approach had been, (Y/N) was certain that he wanted to join their game. Shaking her head, the girl scooped up her dachshund, dropping the ball at the golden’s feet and walking away. His ears drooped a little, but he picked up the abandoned toy and began to trot around the park.

(Y/N) watched curiously as he made his way around the area, approaching various people and hybrids. Some seemed interested in the dog, and offered him a few quick pats before turning back to their affairs.

Others ignored him entirely, and a few times an agitated hybrid or grumpy dog had blocked their person and stood their ground, making it clear he wasn’t welcome in their space. Each rejection seemed to discourage the poor dog, his tail falling lower and lower. (Y/N)’s heart really went out to him.

Though she couldn’t help but wonder where he had come from, and where his owner was. Surely a golden retriever with such nice muscle definition rippling beneath his glossy, well-groomed coat had a home.

One that made sure he was fed, groomed and properly exercised. As she continued admiring him, his eyes swung in her direction. Human and dog stood still, just observing each other unhurriedly. Then, mind made up, he was coming closer, ball still held in his mouth, tail raising optimistically. (Y/N) couldn’t help but grin. He was no quitter, that was for sure.

Reaching the bench, he was so close she could now see and admire what a stunning creature he was up close. This was the kind of dog that dominated the ring at dog shows.

He radiated warmth, and she had to admit (Y/N) wasn’t sure she had ever seen a golden retriever so silky. It was his eyes that did her in, though.

They were the deepest, most soulful blue. She knew enough about breeds to know that blue-eyes weren’t possible in a purebred golden, even though he looked like one in every other way. Maybe there was some throwback in his genes, some physically non-evident breed making itself known.

Whatever it was, he was no less beautiful. His eyes shining, he eased his head towards her lap. At first, she thought he was going for the remains of her burger, which she had all but forgotten about at his appearance. But it quickly became clear he had another objective altogether. (Y/N) smiled gently, cupping her hands and holding them out.

The dog readily dropped his head into them, and (Y/N) couldn’t contain her loud gasp, nearly recoiling. The emotions that filtered into her… It was such a strong mix of grief and loneliness. He reminded her…of herself.

“Oh, buddy…” she breathed, her eyes feeling heavy and wet. The canine whimpered, dropping the ball on the bench and just standing there with his head on her lap. She used her thumbs to stroke under his eyes, as if she were wiping away unshed tears. The golden whined a few more times, but made no move to remove his head from her lap, sitting on his haunches and pushing in further until his snout touched her stomach. (Y/N) knew that even if she stood up, he would still be at waist-level with her. He was a good size for a golden retriever, but she was also pretty petite for a human. “How long have you been feeling like this?” She asked him.

The golden slowly withdrew his head, huffing a short bark in response. More than ever, she wished she could do more than understand animal emotions. If only she knew exactly what pain was ailing his heart.

There was still no one in sight coming to claim this guy, and his heart called out to her too strongly for her to get up and leave. She had no more appointments for the afternoon anyway. Reaching for the ball he had placed on the bench, (Y/N) showed it to him and watched a little light return to his eyes. ��Would me tossing this for you cheer you up a little? I noticed you’ve been trying to play with someone for a while now.”

More light trickled back into those expressive baby blues, a slow wag setting his tail in motion. Taking that as a yes, (Y/N) stood, and sure enough, the dog’s head was at her waist. Putting her tote bag on and throwing her trash away, (Y/N) moved out into the grass with him so there’d be more room to throw. He stood at the ready, and she hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed with her weak tosses.

When she let the ball fly and he took off like a shot, all she could do was gape. In no time flat the pretty dog was barreling back, and the ball was back in her possession. “Whoa, you really live up to your reputation as a retriever.” She praised. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, eyes squinting in pride. “Wanna do it again?”

The strong bark and way he pawed the ground in anticipation made a full smile break out across her lips. (Y/N) lost count of how many times she watched his sail across the ground like he was floating and return with the ball in his grip. Both their cares seemed to melt away, the dog becoming more animated with every throw, and (Y/N) remembering the joy of playing with a pet in the park. He was much speedier than Ha-Kun ever was, but the fun of watching her old friend bring back the ball was the way his stubby legs maneuvered. This guy was all grace and speed, covering the distance to her in long strides.

(Y/N) felt like it was just the two of them, existing to play with each other, until something cold brushed her nose, and she looked up to see snowflakes drifting down from the dark sky.

It was harder to ascertain the exact time they had been out here. It was a dreary day already and she had come here around lunchtime. With the shorter days of winter, it could be approaching sunset for all she knew. Which meant…

Her new friend looked at her, and his tail dropped, all the energy bleeding right out of him. He knew, she realized.

“I,” (Y/N) swallowed, voice feeling thicker than it should. Why did the thought of saying goodbye sting so badly. She barely knew this dog. And there was no way he was just some stray. He probably got lost, stumbled here, and was too distracted by the prospect of playing to sniff his way home. She likely should have been more focused on helping reunite him with his owner than indulging both of their lonely hearts. “It’s getting late.” She told him.

He barked once, staring behind him, towards the trail that would soon be lit by the light posts coming on. It cut close to the woods, but the area was safe, so even in the evenings, joggers still got in their last bit of running for the day.

Unsure what he wanted, (Y/N) watched him lope off toward the trail, stop, and turn back around. When she remained frozen, he barked a bit more urgently, running to her and nudging at her. She stumbled, able to tell even when being gentle, this dog was strong. “I could be completely off base, but you’re acting like I’m supposed to be following you.”

More urgent barks, and it clicked. That’s exactly what he wanted.

“Um…do you actually know your way home? Do you want me to walk you there?” A calmer bark. “Is it far?”

To her utter astonishment, the dog shook his head. For the first time since meeting him, (Y/N) wondered if she was wrong. What if he was never just some pretty dog, but a hybrid? It might explain those eyes.

And, if that was the case, she should probably be more cautious about following him to parts unknown. Friendly and playful and lonely as he had been, a hybrid was very much in touch with their human side. If he had any ill intentions, what would she do? He might be able to overpower her if he shifted.

A long whine broke her from her thoughts, and he delicately touched his cold nose to the back of her hand, his eyes nothing short of pleading. Puppy dog eyes weren’t fair coming from a master. There was a bit of desperation she could sense from him at the touch. He really, really wanted her to come along. (Y/N) remembered the initial sense that she was meeting a kindred soul, which caused her to feel such a fast attachment to him in the first place. For whatever reason, she wanted to trust him.

“Alright,” she adjusted her tote bag and took a step forward. The golden retriever spun in happy circles. “Lead the way.”

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[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

Jimin didn’t bother knocking, poking his head curiously through the heavy oak door. Jin sat resting with his head in his hands, the unconscious patient he had worked on in her human form. She might heal better if she had stayed a ferret, but it was easier and safer to treat her extensive list of injuries when she wasn’t an animal. Seokjin had administered a drug that forced a hybrid to shift into whatever form they weren’t already in. It was useful during interrogations when someone wanted to be stubborn and stay shifted down, knowing their human sides were often more vulnerable.

“You can just set it down,” his hyung said without looking up. “Thank you.”

Jimin stared at what appeared to be an unappetizing mess neatly sectioned off by a cafeteria tray. In order to make it easier on all of them, they had been giving her mushed foods suited to a ferret’s omnivorous diet. Soft fruits, ground beef, eggs. Presentation could be a little neater, but it wasn’t something they had time to think about. The person getting the food wasn’t even conscious anyway. In fact, she had only been moved out of med bay into a spare bedroom yesterday evening.

“Actually, Namjoon wanted to talk to you.” Jin finally picked his head up, and Jimin winced in sympathy over the dark circles under his eyes. Seokjin prided himself on his appearance, rightfully so. His hyung was beautiful. It just wasn’t a good idea to tell him unless you had a few hours to waste hearing him preen over his own looks.

Running his hands down his pants, Jin stood. “Alright, well still just leave the tray. I’ll feed her when I come back.”

The younger man stared over at the comatose woman, her white hair pressed messily against the pillows propping her up, neck and face still sporting bruises. Even after almost a week being cared for by Seokjin and their private medical team, she still looked like she’d been through hell. “I can do it.” He volunteered.

”No you don’t have...well you know what? Fine, it won’t hurt anything.” Jin was too tired to put up much fight. Even while laying around she had to be the most high-maintenance captive they had ever had. Given who she was, having her could provide valuable leverage against a government official. But she was really only good to them alive, and keeping her breathing had been a hassle when she’d shown up on their doorstep half-dead already.

Frankly, Jimin was curious. He couldn’t sate that curiosity when she was unconscious, but, he had the patience to wait. Just like that, they swapped places, Jimin finally able to set down the tray and pull the chair closer to her bedside. “You know to get one of the medics if her heart-rate changes too drastically.”

”Mhm,” he replied absently, vaguely noticing the heart-rate monitor clipped to her finger, the machine stationed on the other side of her bed, out of the way. Seokjin left just as Jimin scooped some of the mushed down fruit onto a spoon. “Hello, we haven’t been formally introduced but I’m Jimin.” Making sure her head stayed properly elevated, the young man guided the blend of strained peaches and mashed watermelon into her mouth, pleased when she swallowed easily.

“You really got the whole country’s attention, disappearing in all that chaos.” Another spoonful of fruit went down her throat. “Well, I guess it was the reward offered for you...” The room was big, furnished by the large bed she convalesced in, a vanity and nightstand set, and a bookshelf of titles only their brainiac leader had any real interest in.

There was no TV, no fine paintings on the walls like in the main foyer or the hallways of their personal quarters. Just a ridiculously expensive oriental carpet under their feet and stillness that felt suffocating after a while, which was why he was determined to fill it with one-sided conversation. “It’s lucky for us that we were the ones who found you, and lucky for you too.” Jimin began giving her the ground beef, watching her pink lips smack lightly. Considering her countenance, he giggled, “You might not think that when you wake up, but we saved your life, so you’ll owe us.”

Jimin leaned in close, brushing a bit of hair from her face. Since no one was around, and she wouldn’t object, he held a few strands between his thumb and index finger, rubbing them like he was feeling the finest quality silk.

Angora fur really was as luxuriously soft as he’d heard. It was so sought after, that it wasn’t uncommon for angora rabbits and ferret hybrids to raised for their pelts, the way their animal counterparts had been for centuries. For a while, it was even more popular to use hybrid pelts, because of rumors it was even finer quality than the average animal’s fur. As if skinning poor bunnies and ferrets and foxes who had only known life in cages wasn’t bad enough.

Laws stopping such atrocities against hybrids had gradually been put in place, but not before hundreds if not thousands had already lost their lives to that trade. And the existence of those laws didn’t stop the high demand on the black market. Just a month ago, they had conducted a sting operation to rescue hybrids kidnapped and destined for slaughter. It had been particularly satisfying not only to destroy that ring and everyone involved—viciously—but to see the final looks on their face that the creatures they exploited were the ones behind their demise.

This little ferret had probably never had to even think of that terror, her life was so far removed from the average wild hybrid’s. Jimin understood why some of the others sneered when Jin and Taehyung brought her back to base, why they watched her limp form get taken to the med bay with a mixture of scorn and pity.

As a hybrid who had also once been exploited by humans, like many in their organization, Jimin supposed he should hate her too. Maybe he resented her, just a little, for having access to such luxury without lifting a paw, but overall he was just intrigued.

The right outfit and more time to heal, she’d be pretty. In the news footage of her all dolled up and standing with the ambassador’s daughter she was beautiful. Not that Namjoon would let him play dress-up with their captive. Sighing, Jimin gave her the rest of her meal, making sure to coax some of the water he brought down her throat as well.

No sooner had he began to wonder if he should wait for Jin-hyung or take the empty tray back to the kitchen than the door swung open, the force bringing a cool breeze. Jimin felt his nose give an involuntary twitch, picking up the fact that it wasn’t Jin coming back.

”What are you doing here?” If he didn’t know the owner of that voice so well, he might have tensed, taking the iciness in the tone as a sign of potential danger. But he knew it wasn’t directed at him, not really.

“I asked Jin-hyung if I could feed the hostage.” He grinned cutely, but the intensity on Taehyung’s face didn’t change at all. One snowy, striped ear twitched, his long tail held to the side, tense. Those blue eyes were as frigid as a winter sky, and they were locked on the hybrid in the bed with startling focus. “I could ask the same thing. What are you doing here? Namjoon wants her alive for a reason, you know.”

The alert, rounded ears lowered slightly, Taehyung averting his gaze as he cracked his knuckles. ”I wasn’t going to kill her.” he grumbled.

Jimin only continued to smile, his own tail swishing gently against the soft carpet. “We both know there are a lot of ways to make a person wish they were dead that come before finishing them off.”

Rolling his eyes, Taehyung came a little closer, radiating grace and power, his footsteps sure and silent. From head to toe, he was the very picture of a beautiful predator. ”I wasn’t going to touch her,” he insisted. “I was looking for Jin-hyung.”

Turning so he straddled the chair, Jimin rested his arms across the back of it and laid his chin on them. ”You just missed him, give or take twenty minutes.”

Taehyung rolled up the pressed sleeve of his semi-translucent Armani button-up, revealing a silver Rolex. “Where would he be now?” he asked himself, brow furrowed as he started to turn around.

”He’s with Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin informed him. “I don’t know what it’s about so who knows how long it’ll take. Going by the kitchen?” In the process of sitting there, talking to Taehyung, he had decided he liked the girl’s silent company, and wouldn’t mind remaining at his post until Seokjin returned.

”What do you want, a snack?” The other man snarked.

“I mean if you’re offering,” Jimin held out the tray. “But I was wondering if you could take this back with you.”

Tae shrugged, leaning over to take it from him, when his eyes locked on a point over Jimin’s shoulder. He stiffened instantly, and the smaller man almost wondered if Tae sensed a danger he couldn’t. Intimidating canines flashed as the tiger hybrid poorly suppressed a snarl. “Where...are her ears?”

Given Taehyung’s normally deep speaking voice, the growl to his words caused a shiver straight up Jimin’s slouched spine. Craning his head around to peek, he noticed for the first time that he couldn’t see the girl’s ears at all. He had assumed they were hidden, pressed against her skull and covered by hair as she slept. Curiously, he skimmed a hand against the top of her head, but all he felt were smooth tresses. Lifting away hair from her pillow revealed what he expected to find: perfectly normal, human ears.

The sight sent Taehyung reeling back. “What the hell?” he hissed. “Do we really need anymore proof she’s beyond out of touch with her inner animal?” His glare had only intensified, and if she knew how much animosity those beautifully chilly eyes were directing at her, she might have tried making herself smaller.

Feeling the tension rise considerably, Jimin tried for an easy explanation. ”Jin-hyung did pump her full of drugs that forced a shift so she’d heal better. It could just be that.”

”Yeah, and it could just be that I actually miss the circus.” The tiger was having none of it. “Even unconscious, no self-respecting hybrid would draw in their animal features unless...”

Jimin knew exactly what he was going to say. Unless they were looking for human approval. Though most humans who owned hybrids liked that they physically appeared to be a mix of man and animal, it wasn’t that long ago that hybrids were considered glorified pets. They still were for some, treated no better than the common house cat or dog, despite having total sentience much closer to humans.

Then there were people who took it a step further, and wanted no trace of hybrids in society. They regarded them as unnatural, freaks of nature. No one truly knew where they had come from generations ago, whether they were a naturally occurring link between man and beast, or, as some conspiracy theorists postulated, the product of secret bioengineering to enhance humans with animal strength that went a bit left and resulted in the first hybrids.

Some of these early experiments, the theories speculated, had revoluted against their human creators and escaped to the wild, where they formed settlements and began to reproduce, leading to “wild” hybrids who weren’t as tame as intended. Whether or not any of it held water, the fact that new hybrids were now artificially conceived in lab environments around the world was well known.

This was especially true if some wealthy socialite wanted an exotic hybrid with an animal side from some critically endangered or long extinct animal. With enough money and the right connections, one could be custom-made and ready for purchase. Over years of selectively breeding, scientists had even perfected picking and choosing the right balance of personality traits so that they wouldn’t be too hard to manage. A snow leopard who had all the exoticism of the graceful big cats in the wild, but all the docility and obedience of a hand-reared house pet.

Hybrids like he and Taehyung who had been born outside labs but still raised at least partially by humans sometimes felt imposed upon by their human-made counterparts. It was considered a sign of total submission to humans, total domestication, to pull in one’s ears and tail and whatever other features marked them as a hybrid. It was painful, but doable, though most felt there was no need to hide their authentic selves, water their appearances down to be more palatable to human eyes.

“Even worse than some pampered pet, she’s lab grown.” Taehyung backed away with a shake of his head.

“We don’t actually know that.” Jimin pointed out lazily. “Yeah it’s easier for them to do it, but technically, so could we if—”

The warning growl building in Taehyung’s throat cut him off, and Jimin sighed. “Just get that to the kitchen and then see if there are any nice treats we can share.” Making sure his ears were tucked down against his head, and his eyes were extra round, Jimin held his tail up under his chin.

“I’ll take this to the kitchen, but then I’m going to go see Gguk. I need him to try digging up whatever he can find out about her.”

There was no use trying to dissuade Taehyung once he’d made up his mind, so Jimin didn’t try. He studied her face—Gwan Jamie. The fingers of one hand suddenly curled atop the sheets before releasing, and the male noticed with anticipation that he could hear her breathing shift.

She was waking up.

🐾

There was nothing really excruciatingly painful that she had been through in life, so Jamie didn’t have much to compare it to. Once she had tried sneaking up on Byungwook, and he had neutralized her without hesitation. She had ended up flat on her back, dazedly staring up at the summer sky while his elbow dug into her windpipe and his full weight pressed on top of her. The minute he saw it was only her, he got up, checking her over and scolding her for startling him.

That was to say, that instance in which she thought she would be choked out before she could explain, was nothing in comparison to the immense ache she woke up to—everywhere. Jamie groaned, noticing her throat wasn’t quite as parched as she was expecting, but her tongue still felt like lead against the roof of her mouth. Attempting to bring a hand up to rub at her eyes revealed something on her finger. Eyes gradually widening, she followed the cord to the heart rate monitor looming across the bed. Then stared down at the downy, unfamiliar sheets, wiggling her toes underneath them. At least she still had those.

Nose twitching, her instincts finally made her aware of the presence oh so close, staring oh so hard. A gasp turned into a half-growl of warning when she noticed the man, no, hybrid at her bedside. His tall, feline ears stood high, his shining cinnamon brown eyes—rimmed in kohl that she couldn’t decipher if it was mascara or not—full of interest and focus, the way only a cat could be. His tail swung from behind him, landing in his lap as he leaned in.

“Who…are you?” She asked, hesitantly. She was definitely not in the manor from what she could tell, but she was also pretty sure this was no hospital. Not even the private ones looked like this. The stranger gave her a small, lopsided grin that revealed a hint of fangs, though he didn’t appear to be trying to intimidate her.

Jamie sucked in a breath, glancing away. Truth be told, he was ethereal. Definitely a hybrid, but with such sweet, angelic features. Humans had cosmetic procedures done to get lips so pretty and full, but it wouldn’t surprise her in the least to learn his were natural. His cheeks were round, squishy.

With the right expression, he would be downright boyish looking, but this was an adult hybrid, someone her age at the least. As he cocked his head, studying her in return, one of his ears moved parallel, and she noticed the jewelry dangling from it. A silver key. A small set of diamond studs rested above that.

Actually, after spending almost her whole life with Ae-Ri, around money, Jamie was sure this hybrid had it. The semi-translucent cotton shirt he wore was Gucci. She didn’t need to see the silver insignia on the collar to recognize the brand. The sleek black suspenders across his slim shoulders were too. His light brown hair looked like it had once been gelled but had started to come loose, falling into his inquisitive gaze.

Jamie had been around attractive hybrids and their attractive owners at many a social function with the Gwans, but she was still getting a little mesmerized. This cat had a disarmingly pretty face, but instincts told her not to consider letting her guard down just yet. He was dressed well enough to be the young CEO of some up-and-coming company. Pretty enough to be plastered on adverts around Seoul modeling the latest trends in high-fashion for hybrids. That combination alone made her wary. It always did.

“Jimin.” he replied, even his voice mellifluous to the ear. “You’re Gwan Jamie, right?”

Slowly, she nodded, her mind still very foggy. She was…in a bed, her body painful, and covered in bandages. What happened? There was a considerable gap in her memory between Ae-Ri leaving for her date that night and how she’d ended up in some unfamiliar house in a roughed up state.

“Hyung’s been watching over you for days, and the first day I come in, you woke up.” The thought seemed to greatly please Jimin, his milky brown eyes disappearing into the crescents of his soft cheeks.

“Stop acting so friendly with her. Now that she’s awake, we need to tell Namjoon so the interrogation can start.”

Somehow, she had completely missed the presence of the second man, until that dark voice spoke up from the shadows. A shaky hand came up to check the side of her neck, where her pulse had started to quicken. Jimin was some kind of cat, and probably at the least an exotic species, by the looks of his ears and tail, but despite him falling on the side of predator, and in spite of Jamie knowing she had to be cautious, he didn’t invoke the same involuntary spike of fear that this second hybrid did.

The low, solitary swish of his long tail and the ears cocked back on his head made his species a dead giveaway. Jamie had never met a real bengal tiger. They were coveted, but didn’t do well in captivity. Most owners found themselves very much in over their heads by the time the hybrid reached maturity. Even when they were raised by humans as cubs, there was no guarantee they would remain docile and obedient.

The best place to procure one was from a state-of-the-art lab, and because they were endangered, it was hard to do that. Something told her he was not from a lab, and he would not hesitate to go for her jugular. The way he stared at her, as if she only existed because he allowed it…instilled a coldness Jamie had never known.

Straightening her spine, despite the pain it caused, she valiantly tried to curb any sign of her mounting anxiety. The last thing she wanted was to release a puff of pheromones and let them know how unsettled she was. She was a predator too, damn it. Granted angora ferrets were more inclined to hunt lizards, small birds, rodents and other little mammals. Maybe the odd, non-venomous snake in the wild, if they could dig one up.

They were no match in any form for bigger predators with powerful paws and superior bite strengths. “Interrogation?” She repeated, not able to meet his blue eyes when he glared. Unlike with Jimin, she held no doubts that the kohl around his eyes was natural. “I just woke up here, bandaged and confused, and I need to be interrogated?”

”She’s got a point, Tae.” Jimin said evenly. “I don’t think she’s ready. Just go tell Namjoon. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Tae did not take his eyes off her for an uncomfortably long period of time. It felt like the skin of her face would melt off the bone before he decided to stop.

Finally, with a grumble too low for her to make out, Tae made his exit, and Jamie was able to breathe at last. She hated that he exhibited the same lethal grace leaving as he had just standing there.

“Your friend seems very hospitable.” The words were out before she could nip them down. Ae-Ri’s feistiness had rubbed off somewhere along the line. Jimin luckily did not seem offended, only grinning a bit.

”Tae’s got history with humans, and you were raised by them. It’ll take him a while to get use to you.”

“That sounds like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other,” Jamie mumbled.

Jimin nodded. “I don’t think you’re really healed yet. You were out for almost a week.”

”Almost a week?” Her heart skipped a beat, the room suddenly tilting. “W-Wait, what about Ae-Ri? She’s my…my owner.” Stopping, the ferret tried to determine if she should say more. She hadn’t been kept out of the public spotlight, so if someone had seen Ae-Ri on TV at some point they had probably seen her.

For that reason, she shared a bodyguard detail with her owner. It would be problematic if either of them got taken hostage. She was as much a part of Ambassador Gwan’s family as his own daughter. That’s how it had always been. She ate dinner with them, went on vacations with them. As a kit, when she and Ae-Ri were both small and Ae-Ri got fussy around bedtime, Jamie had spent many nights curled up by her head as a ferret, right there on her pillow.

Jimin blinked. “We just met, and you’re already thinking of leaving?” The question didn’t even register. Jamie was cycling through the mess of thoughts in her head.

Everyone knew Ae-Ri as the independent young socialite who would speak diplomatically about women’s rights at the UN and then be spotted out sassing paparazzi that asked invasive questions. Jamie had been with her on many such occasions. Usually in human form, right at her side, but occasionally riding along in a bag, poking her snout out on occasion.

Jimin’s own features shifted, becoming more serious. Where before his smile had been open, his eyes curious, he regarded her with as much calculation as she was giving him. Crossing his legs at the knee, Jamie caught sight of his wingtip loafers. One of the things Ae-Ri had always told her was, a person’s fashion sense said a lot. Not just about their personality, or that they liked the color pink.

There were codes hidden in a smart business look the average person might miss in favor of gawking at the expensive clothes. One such “code” was that a man in Italian leather shoes was not to be trusted. Great. He was definitely more than a pretty face, and given the company he kept—“Tae”—that probably spelled danger.

It was a ridiculous leap to make, under normal circumstances, but given the unknowns of how she had ended up in this room with him clearly recovering from extensive injury, how Tae had a problem with humans and by extension hybrids who interacted with them, and the fact that Jimin’s footwear was suspicious, according to Ae-Ri’s codes, there was only one conclusion.

”Y-You’re mafia, aren’t you?”

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[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Gilded Gambit

Summary: Her whole life, Jamie has been comfortable and well taken care of, the loved hybrid of a well off family. Until the day when she’s taken away from the only family she’s known, beaten and left for dead on the doorstep of a mysterious organization that might as well be the hybrid equivalent of the mob. A crime syndicate that ultimately wants to force revolution onto society. And they go by the name Bangtan Sonyeondan.

(Hybrid AU, Mafia AU, Slowburn, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers)

Rating: M

Pairings: Hybrid!BTSxBTS, OT7xFem!Hybrid!OC/Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Author’s Note: This is a crosspost from AO3; I am the one who posted it on AO3 and it is my story!

It was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of the grandfather clock against the far wall ticking. Head bent, the chart Jin had presented clenched in his hands, Namjoon’s sharp golden eyes skimmed the report. Considering the way she had been found, their guest of honor was recovering well. Broken and bruised ribs, fractured wrist, dislocated shoulder, two sprained ankles, a mauled up leg and dislocated pelvis, multiple contusions, and internal bleeding in the abdominal area. It wasn’t pretty. Jin and their licensed medical team worked around the clock to stabilize her, wondering if it was already too late. The ferret hybrid was basically in a coma, after all. If she woke up without serious brain damage it would be bordering on a miracle.

But Namjoon was feeling whimsical enough to hope for a miracle, because having her in peak condition was the best for negotiating. Especially if they could boast at being the ones who’d saved her. If she was sensible, they wouldn’t have to do much, because her gratitude would soften her into pliancy, which in turn could soften Ambassador Gwan if she had his ear. However, the leader of Bangtan wasn’t ready to put all his stock in that. It’d be a little too…easy.

Easy was suspicious in their world.

“Did you just want an update?” Jin grumbled, leaning back in the plush chair he’d claimed. “Jimin made it sound a lot more urgent.”

“An update on her condition,” Namjoon set the file aside, “And also to tell you I need to go to Hong Kong in three days. I’ll probably take Taehyung with me.”

“What’s in Hong Kong?” His hyung quirked a brow.

Clearing his throat, Namjoon ducked his head, feeling a tad sheepish. Their tech division had been eager to inform him about what had all but fallen into their laps, but they were all going off the word of a thief who claimed he hadn’t been able to check it or himself because he didn’t know how.

He could just imagine how that would go over with Seokjin or Yoongi if he told them he had already put a down payment on holding the device he planned to retrieve without really verifying the contents beyond hearsay. “As far as we know? Intercepted information from a rival faction. An Access Key got stolen in transit and offered on the black market to the highest bidder. One of our informants got wind and let me know.”

“You’re losing me,” Jin blinked, sounding slightly put out. “You know I don’t stay hunched in front of the computer all day like Gguk.”

“It’s a highly encrypted port of digital information, basically.” Namjoon wasn’t as well-versed in hacking as their resident maknae, but he had more background than some of the others. “We’ve suspected that SM’s reputation isn’t as squeaky clean as they act for the public for a while now.”

Still unimpressed, Jin raised a brow and motioned for him to continue. “Everyone’s suspected that for a while now, Namjoon. Scandal rumors are all over gossip sites.”

Swallowing, the Bangtan leader distractedly played with a silver ring on his index finger. “This is all but proof. They do a lot of back alley dealings. Human trafficking and prostitution. The imported people come in inconspicuously alongside cargo shipments at the port. My guess is they’ve been paying whoever’s in charge of checking those containers off for some time.”

Jin’s wrinkled nose mirrored his own sentiments. Bangtan did a lot for the sake of achieving their own ends, but they weren’t traffickers, outside of weapons. Anyone in the organization in anyway involved with the trafficking of living beings, whether that was humans or hybrids, would face a fate worse than death. ”That’s disgusting, but what does that have to do with us?”

“The names of the victims, their locations, the jobs they’re assigned, and the top handlers in the operation are all on the Access Key. There might even be more secrets buried in the data. We won’t know until Jeongguk can take a crack at it.”

“You’re thinking blackmail.” Jin confirmed, looking deep in thought. “Alright, knowing you I’m sure there’s a reason why you want to make this company squirm.”

“They’re a giant in the entertainment industry but they can’t afford another blow to their reputation. Their stock value’s down five points since yesterday. Imagine what would happen if any of it was confirmed, and even worse than the public originally thought.” He paused, carding a hand through his silver-streaked hair. “The brother-in-law of SM’s president and CEO is on the Supreme Court. Imagine the price he’d pay to make the information we’re going to retrieve go away, hyung.”

If he had less restraint his tail would be wagging. Extorting a low level politician for money was one thing, but this was a member of the highest court in the land.

The next time a big case involving hybrid legislation and equality landed on his desk, the judge would have to think twice before carelessly voting against it.

There were a lot of variables to be worked out in how they would handle this, but that was why Namjoon wanted to retrieve the data as soon as possible. Then Jeongguk could look it over and inform them of their options.

“Namjoon-ah,” Jin sighed fondly. “Your tail’s doing propellers.”

The leader cursed under his breath, consciously stopping his spinning tail, which had betrayed him after all.

He had only just tucked it behind him when the door burst open, Taehyung storming in with blazing eyes. Namjoon eyed him curiously, wondering why he was in such a sullen mood. But he didn’t have long to wonder, the tiger’s deep voice resonating throughout his office. “She’s awake now.”

🐾

That the question caught him off guard was an understatement, but Jimin recovered smoothly, chuckling. The ferret hybrid kept staring at him intensely, her fingers gripping the sheets apprehensively.

“That’s a pretty bold, off the wall question.” He mumbled, “What makes you ask something like that?”

He had to hand it to this Jamie; she was holding her own better than most would in her situation. If not for the way her ears were pressed down and the smallest tremor in her hands, the cat hybrid might not have been able to guess how on edge she was. Not even her scent was soured by stress, a truly impressive feat.

“You’re not denying it.” Jamie pointed out, lips pursed. “And as for why I ask…call it a hunch.”

Humming, Jimin considered his next words carefully, vacating his chair and stretching his back with a pop. “Your hunch isn’t totally right, but it might not be entirely wrong.” The disgruntled snort she made let him know she was far from pleased with that cryptic reply.

Namjoon would probably want to be the one to “negotiate” with her, which wasn’t something the brown-haired hybrid minded. But if he was getting an accurate read on Jamie, she was very wary of them—like anyone sensible would be. That alone was going to make getting her to see things their way challenging.

“That was a total evasion of my question.” Jamie grumbled. Shaking her head, she added with a sigh, “Not that I expected much from kidnappers.”

Jimin arched a brow, standing a little closer to her bedside, hand on one hip. “Who says we kidnapped you? Do you remember what happened before this?”

The small glare she leveled at him was kind of cute, her hands smoothing the sheets on her lap and her full lashes fluttered when she averted his eyes. “I know I was at home and Ae-Ri had just left…”

“So that’s a no.” Jimin smirked. “There’s someone above me you’ll meet soon, and he’ll fill you in on what you’re doing here. But I will say, you should be thanking us.”

Jamie’s bright eyes widened, her expression at once disbelieving and curious. “Thanking…you?”

Although he did very little in nursing her back to health aside from spooning some food into her mouth, the serval was all about letting her know she was in their debt, like it or not. “You turned up at the doorstep of my hyung’s cafè bloody and unconscious. Jin-hyung and Tae rushed you back here, and you’ve been recovering ever since.”

Jamie’s unblinking gaze remained on him, her mouth opening and closing without words.

When the large doors blew open, carrying the scents of the others, Jimin half-turned in greeting.

“It’s surprising, isn’t it? It’s not every day an ambassador’s estate gets attacked.” Namjoon’s presence took her full attention. There was an arresting air about their leader with his tall frame and piercing eyes. He cut such a handsome but daunting picture in his turtleneck and pressed slacks, a dress jacket folded over one shoulder.

Jamie squirmed, but just as she had with the serval hybrid, she held the wolf’s stare. Jimin was finding himself more interested in the ferret by the minute. Namjoon wasn’t just a wolf, he was a true alpha. Men with every manner of grizzly crime in their ledgers who were twice Jamie’s size sometimes made themselves smaller instinctively when he walked into a room.

Her eyes swept over him. “I’m going to take a guess and say you’re leading this operation.” Jin popped up over Namjoon’s shoulder, and she spared him a quick glance. Taehyung was the last to enter and his eyes were as flinty as they had been the first time. He stood at Jin’s shoulder, jaw tight.

Namjoon quirked a brow at Jamie’s question, which was more an assertion of fact by the way she phrased it.

“She’s really sharp, hyung.” Jimin informed him, rocking back on his heels. “And straightforward. You should’ve heard her when she asked me if I was mafia.” he giggled.

“That would be implying we’re some kind of crime syndicate.” Namjoon replied, addressing Jamie. “I don’t think I’m running a criminal empire.”

“Well, I guess all that’s relative, right?” Jamie countered, “From what I can tell, you don’t live with humans. I doubt there’s an owner in this equation. I was told he’s not fond of me because I have one,” she tilted her chin at Taehyung, who only stiffened, narrowing his eyes defiantly. Paying him no mind, the ferret hybrid continued, “You’re all hybrids, from what I’ve seen so far, in a big mansion, wearing designer clothes, and while there’s not really much indication anything unlawful’s going on…I get the feeling I’m not really free to go, am I?”

The room was quiet, everyone soaking in the to-the-point speech Jamie had made. Taehyung scoffed quietly. It could’ve been read as dismissive, but Jimin wasn’t the tiger’s soul twin for nothing. He could see she wasn’t just some spoiled rich girl’s little air-headed pet. Not that he would admit that.

Clearing his throat, Namjoon smiled shallowly. His business smile. “Since we have the advantage of knowing your name,” he began (and when Jeongguk was done knowing everything about her), “I think we should introduce ourselves. You’ve met Jimin.” Her eyes turned to him quickly and Jimin wiggled his fingers in a wave. “My name is Kim Namjoon, and you’re correct. I do serve as something of the de facto leader in our day to day operations.”

Jin rolled his eyes. “He’s the boss. Officially. There’s nothing de facto about it.” Smiling cordially, Jin eyed her in relief. “I’m glad you’re awake and able to communicate properly. If I’m going to be honest I was worried for a while. Your condition was unstable when we found you and you had an extensive list of injures.” Jamie stared down at her bandaged arms and hands. “I’ll check you over soon, or I can have one my female nurses do it if you’re more comfortable.”

”You have nurses here?” The ferret wondered. “I admit I don’t remember much about how I sustained all these injuries but I actually feel like I didn’t get shoddy medical care or I would be in worse shape. Are you…a doctor?”

Jin smiled sheepishly. His hyung was so quick to bask in praise about his looks, but ask him about his profession and he turned strangely bashful. “I am. My name is Kim Seokjin. I’m a licensed general surgeon.”

Even more unexpected was the way Jamie’s eyes sparkled with awe. “A hybrid surgeon?” She said quietly.

Jimin didn’t really understand. Yes, it was impressive, given all the hoops hybrids had to jump through to go to school for medicine let alone practice. Jin told them the drop-out rate for hybrids in medical school was incredibly high, both due to lack of scholarships and outright discrimination. Hybrids from well-off backgrounds, like Gwan Jamie, were far more likely to make the cut.

After all, wealthy humans loved to brag about all the prestigious titles their hybrids had. It was nothing for a millionaire to put their pedigreed hybrid through medical school, if only to be able to crow about it at their charity galas. Bemusement coloring his words, Jimin found himself voicing his skepticism before he could think better of it, “In your ritzy circles you must have met more than just a few hybrids with careers besides Jin-hyung?”

Jamie paused, her eyes wistful. “Less than you’d think. I’ve met my fair share of hybrids who work in security or are ambassadors and models for human brands because it’s good PR.” Thinking about it, she added, “I’ve also met some hybrid actors too. Very few hybrids in the medical field though.” Jamie finished, combing a hand through her tangled hair.

“Hm, interesting,” Namjoon sat a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, making one of his black-rimmed ears twitch. “I believe you briefly met Kim Taehyung.”

“I did.” Jamie said evenly, withholding a clear grimace. There was no love lost between the tiger and the ferret, but with the murderous look Taehyung had on his face since their first interaction, it was no wonder she was uncomfortable. A feeling of flight or fight had to be ringing through her, and since she was incapable of putting up much of a fight in her current state, there was only one true choice. A choice they had taken from her too.

Namjoon moved slowly, so as not to startle her, sitting in the chair Jimin had occupied. “Since introductions have been made, I’d like to cut to the chase. You seem like an astute hybrid.”

Jamie shrugged, ”I’d like to think being in such a political household keeps me sharp. I know when someone wants something. It’s just not usually from me.”

Crossing one leg over his knee and steepling his hands together on his thigh, the wolf hybrid stared thoughtfully at the alert young woman on the bed. “Jamie, how familiar are you with the name Bangtan Sonyeondan?”

The sharp intake of air she drew answered that question.

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