#Yoongi hybrid au
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Crazy over you x Min Yoongi
[HYBRID AU]
FINAL
18+
The last bite
Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.
Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.
Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.
SUMMARYă Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, whoâs about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.
Authors Note: okay thatâs a lot to unpack here!! First of all, Iâm sorry for any grammatical errors, second I hope you guys like the last bite of this story, truly I cannot thank you guys enough for waiting and being here with me in this journey!! Let me know what you all think in the comments and see you guys!! đ
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Everything felt so unreal ever since we left the clinic. I had went through all the documents already, Jin and me signed all the forms for Yoongis adoption and we had already meet before taking our leave.
I couldnât believe it even tho me and Jin were heading to my new apartment, taking the snake hybrid to my home where he would live for the rest of his life from now on. With Jin being his brother he wanted to be in charge of the entire process - and he wanted to see Yoongi finally free and in a comfortable home. I was glad Jin was there the whole time, i felt like i could lean on him if i felt nervous and i was only able to carry on with this process because of him.
We exchanged many smiles on the way, both of us shared the same fellings of excitement right now. Yoongi was in a different car behind us to accommodate him better, the white van was spacious and was safer for him to be transported to his destination.
It has been two weeks since i finished setting my knew apartment and making new adjustments to ensure it would be a comfortable environment for a hybrid Snake to live in, things i never once considered for myself i was now buying for him. I felt so nervous about the whole situation i made the decision to get a new place entirely for him, i feared my old small apartment would feel like a cage for him and immediately stared looking for a new place for us. This time he would have his own room, the apartment was simple but spacious i made very clear that a bigger place was a must when I meet with the agent.
I took some time off my work so I could be there for the first few weeks with Yoongi and help him adapt, I knew that with drastic changes he would be at his most sensitive moment for him and I was glad to have Jin by my side. He was so polite with everything, I couldnât ask for a better friend and on top of that Yoongi was his brother. I could trust him and so could Yoongi.
When we had started the adopting process, Jin finally decided to talk things out with Yoongi and come clean about being his brother. It was a lot to unpack for Yoongi and unfortunately he didnât liked the facts that much but, theyâve been trying. It wasnât going to be an easy or quick thing to fix, I canât blame Yoongi too. He has been living his whole life alone without family and now Jin appears to be his brother, both males were mature enough to know better then push a relationship they never had.
So far I knew theyâve been doing their best at being friends with each other, but they still need time.
When the car stopped in front of the building, my heart was almost coming out of my chest I felt an immense pressure the entire drive but even now it was like I was about to burst in all directions.
I shared one look with Jin before the both of us got out of the car, the van parked right behind his. I made my way around it towards the back as the staff opened the back doors to get Yoongi out.
For safety reasons he had to be on his collar but other than that he was completely free.
The weather today was nice, I felt great knowing it.
I watched as Yoongi came out of the car on his own, eyes wide open watching every little thing around him in complete awe, the sun shined over him making his scales noticeably lighter. I reached my hand out for him, his eyes immediately turning to mine as he walked towards me.
I geve him a small nervous smile, he looked me up and down before closing his hand around mine. This was the first time we were seeing each other outside the clinic, the first time he saw me as just me. Not his doctor.
I couldnât decipher what was going on in his mind in that moment, he had a neutral expression. But he kept looking at every corner of my face, maybe wondering if this was truly real. That he was here.
Jin walked right behind with us as we entered the building, no one said anything but the silence was comforting in a way.
As the elevator begin to go up Yoongi stood closer to me, hand sneaking around my waist making me turn to him to give him a smile. This time he shyly smiled back, looking down at our hands still intertwined. I have been thinking about how our lives would be from now, what we would do together and how it would feel to be so close to him everyday. At first i was nervous, it is something the two of us never experienced before and i kept thinking: this is much different then being with him as his doctor. That thought made me nervous, but now, as we stand so close to each other i donât feel nervous anymore. I donât have to be someone else with him and i can just be myself. Not long after the doors opened and we all left at the same time, a few feet away in that long corridor was my new apartment, I was excited for everything that would come after we cross that door.
Yoongi mustâve notice, because I felt his hold in my hand slightly tightened. Immediately feeling his presence putting my nervousness at ease as I looked up into his eyes, his thumb caressing over the back of my hand the whole time.
The door had a smart digital lock, it was fancy and i wasnât used with that knowing how forgetful I could be at times I made sure to have the pass code writing inside my wallet and after pressing the password in it feeling the snake hybrid eyes fallowing my every move, the door opened.
I let both Jin and Yoongi get in first standing behind to close the door, while i put my things on the small table beside the shoe rack stealing glances at the two. I watch as the brothers look around the entrance room.
The living room was the biggest part of the apartment and as soon as I entered iâm welcomed by simple but modern atmosphere of the living room, the apartment had a glass wall and we could see the entire city from the living room. I catch Jin looking around amazed as Yoongi looks around the white couch running his hands over the fabric.
- this view is incredible - Jin said, turning to face me.
- please, Jin we both know your house is much bigger than mine - i said, walking up to him.
- yeahâŚ. But i donât have this view. Is almost like a 3D movie screen.
- I know right, I fell in love with it and I knew I had to get it - I tell him - at night is even more beautiful.
- I can imagine⌠- he says - you gotta invite me sometime for dinner sometime.
- oh yeah⌠besides Yoongi could use a friend- I said, pointing out were the hybrid has been this whole time.
My eyes instantly turning back to Yoongi, he seemed to be lost in thought looking around the room and touching everything. Anything i learned about snake hybrids is their sensitivity towards certain fabrics, their dopamine levels rise up around comfortable fabrics. Yoongi looked the happiest naked in a nest of velvet covers at the clinic, i still remember the day i wore a pencil black skirt with said fabric and he couldnât stop touching it. With his words: it scratched a part of his brain he never knew. It was like giving catnip to a cat for the first time, for that reason i had to pick all the house furnitures very carefully. I canât have a overstimulated snake hybrid walking around the apartment.
- what do you think? - I ask him, walking towards him - I change some things around for you and I also did some research for your room.
He didnât answer at first, eyes shined brighter taking in every part of the room before focusing on me. He still wore the clinic uniform and it was hard to believe he was mine like that, i was eager to see him in the clothes I bought for him. I wanted for him to experience all of the world, things he was never able to before.
He was still probably processing everything that was going on in that moment, i knew for a fact that it would take some time for him to adapt fully to this new environment. He has a lot to learn.
- this all is just for us? - he softly asked, as if not believing - just us?
- yes, just you and me - I assured him, taking his hand in mine running my thumb over his knuckles - is our home.
He smiled, looking down to hide the soft shade of pink on his checks. Not being able to hold much longer I close my arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug which he immediately fell into. Holding into me just as tight and almost tripping us over.
A sight of relief left my lips, he was finally free and he trusted me enough to be here with me. One thing about our clinic adoption process is mutuality, it has so many layers but the most important one is how both the hybrid and potential owners feel about each other. Once you apply for adoption, two meetings are required. One with the director and doctors of the hybrid and one with the hybrid, that way both parts get to know each other better. Not every clinic works this way, but now that Jin was fully in control of the clinic he made sure all the procedures regarding the hybridâs adoption were done correctly and with much care.
Letting go of Yoongi slowly I pull him by the hand to the other side of the room, towards the kitchen.
- letâs continue the tour.. - I said, as the two fallow me.
I show him and Jin around the house properly, starting with the kitchen on the right side of the apartment, the dining table was what separated the living room from it, highlighted by the chandelier above the round dining table.
The laundry room was close to the kitchen, everything here was simple and neat. I didnât try to get any extravagant items or forniture it hasnât been long since I moved here anyway, and i wasnât really a fan of colorful and expensive things. The apartment was minimalist but comfortable, although the apartment did came with a billiard table from the last owner.
On the left side of the apartment was where our rooms were in a small corridor after the space where the billiard table had been placed, in a place like this usually people would put a piano there but i was sure the last owner was a men. Who would leave a billiard table behind and put it in there?
- donât tell me you got that? - Jin asked pointing out the said table, a tone of mischief on his voice as he stared at me with a grin.
- it came with the apartment⌠those things are expensive and as much as Iâm the best when it comes to this game, I wouldnât buy a pool table Jinnie - i said, the three of us stopped in front of the table.
- yeah, you wouldnâtâŚ. But now you definitely need to envite me for dinner - he said, walking around the table.
- said the guy that literally has his own play ground at home - i tease.
- but i dont have you to lose to me there - he teased back.
- donât go there⌠you know i never lose - i said.
We would continue on arguing jokingly, but i felt Yoongi pulling on my hand turning me fully towards him.
- whatâs this game thing? - he asked, almost innocently but i saw how he would look behind me at Jin earning a chuckle from him.
They are brothers. And i was here thinking - more like hoping, praying for the gods - that his jealousy would disappear once he finds that out, but now both males keep getting on my nerves with that. Jin knows how possessive Yoongi gets and he teases his brother in every chance he gets, using that against him and then Yoongi does the same thing and so on i have to stand between the two as they carry on arguing about whoâs the best and the list goes on. To think they both are adults.
- is a fun game⌠iâll teach you when we are alone - i tell him, which earned me a smirk from the hybrid. I feared the game was his least priority once weâre alone.
With that i carry on the little tour on the last rooms of the house, first showing Yoongis room which was in front of mine. I made sure to get him a spacious bed with his favorite covers, the silk and velvet were a dream to sleep on he wasnât wrong about that. So much i got those for my room as well.
- this is your room - I tell him, opening the door for him to enter - I made sure to make is as comfortable as possible but if there is anything you would like to add or change you can just tell me.
He stood in front of the king size bed, eyes roaming around every corner of the room attentively. I didnât add much decoration for his room, not knowing what he would like i thought it would be better if he choose what he wants.
I watched him carefully wanting to catch all of his expressions, sharing a look with Jin who seemed to be just as excited as i was in that moment i could swear i saw tears under his eyes.
And i understand him, he was watching as his brother finally got a home of his own. Despite everything he got his brother the freedom he always deserved.
- I like it⌠- Yoongi said sitting over the bed.
I exchanged a smile with Jin, chuckling as the he turned to wipe the tears off his face and so on I continued with the last part of the tour.
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âŚ. 3 days later âŚ.
I had made the decision to take a few weeks off from work to focus fully on accommodating Yoongi at home, it was something new for the both of us and I was so nervous at the beginning i didnât get any sleep the first night but now that three days have gone by I felt like my nervousness was all for nothing.
Yoongi was adapting so well it was almost as if he had lived here his whole life, he learned so fast and without even asking for help. It was like watching a drama unfold right in front of me, I was there insisting on helping him at every second but all it took was one glance and he managed everything by himself, I thought the first days with him being in the same space as me would be the hardest ones but it was truly so peaceful. I was worried over nothing when it came to Yoongi, three days out of the clinic and he already learned how to cook.
Three days again before Jin left ha and i had made the decision to stop giving Yoongi suppressants, now that heâs in a safer space having his own space helps ease the situation for his heat. It would take some time for it to come back so i would have enough time to prepare myself for it, the two of us havenât really talked about it yet. None of us mentioned what happened at the clinic and i was too nervous to say anything now, busying myself with his adaptation here trying to get away with it. We needed to talk about that, i knew that, but things werenât as easy. We were so different from each other deep down i was just afraid I wouldnât be able to give him what needed.
Before anything three days ago Jin and I had a talk with Yoongi about all his protocols from now, he agreed on the stop of the suppressants and for the future exams and check ups it would only be needed to take twice a year every six months, to ensure his health is good.
Everything aside, I couldnât lie even if I wanted to.
For the first time in my life I was waking up in the morning every day for more then just doing my duties, I had reason to wake up with a smile on my face every morning knowing I would see him there.
The past days Yoongi created a routine of his own, he would usually wake up before me and make us coffee. Stand behind the kitchen counter while he stared at the window wall as the sunlight shined through, making the entire room look like a golden dream.
Every morning my heart was filled with so much happiness, just the sight of him made any worries disappear completely and today it wasnât any different.
I made my way to the kitchen while closing my sleeping robe, fallowing the sweet scent of hot coffee.
- morning⌠- I said, gaining his attention as i entered the kitchen.
I walked around the counter where he stood, eyes locked on his as he put the mug down closing his arms around my body in a tight hug. The smell of coffee filled the entire apartment deliciously.
- morning⌠- he mumbled raspy over my ear, moving just enough to plant a kiss over my lips. Quick and soft.
- how did you sleep last night? - I ask him.
I watched as his features immediately changed into a bitter one as soon as the words left my lips, I knew exactly what was coming after that but the way he scrunched his nose was so cute I couldnât hold back the giggle that escaped my lips, which I immediately tried to hide the moment he tried to move away from me. Immediately holding his waist tighter pushing him against the counter.
- awfullyâŚ. So terribly uncomfortable I nearly had any sleep and is all your fault - he said, hands falling over mines.
- I know, I know⌠- i blinked cutely, fallowing his face at every turn he made to avoid my gaze.
- no, im not taking it anymore⌠- he said, a pout forming on his lips and I had bit my own lip to hold back another mischievous giggle.
Heâs been acting so cute lately it was making so hard for me to resist, it was like the old grumpy snake hybrid I once knew was gone and was replaced by a cute pouty snake hybrid.
- iâm so sorry my pookie⌠- i watched as his ears immediately turned red over the nickname i gave him, even the slightest and most innocent nickname was enough to make him turn red and hide his face shyly. I was at the point of bursting watching him.
- no⌠iâm not your⌠whatever that is you said - he turned away to the side, his scales shined like golden petals over the sunrise coming through the window.
- all of this because I didnât let you sleep with me? I thought you liked your own room.
- I do⌠but I thought that now that we are both alone here, you wouldnât be away from me - he turned back, staring down at my eyes.
- weâve been through this alreadyâŚ
The truth is that ever since weâve been here, we only went as far as a few kisses on the couch while we cuddled. Our nights just as our morning were spent completely stick together on the couch, the tv would play some aleatory movie the we never payed much attention to honestly.
He would usually fall asleep over me while I run my fingers through his hair not so long after i would fall asleep, until one of us wakes up hungry and the kitchen becomes a playground for the curious snake hybrid.
- I just want you to have some space to figure things out, especially now that youâre clean from suppressants it could be a bit overwhelming and I donât want you to have a hard time - I tell him, running my hands over his waist down his hips.
- you care too much for me - he says, finally giving in and smiling softly.
- always - I said, leaning towards his chest to plant a quick kiss the the exposed skin.
- donât think youâre free from this discussion⌠- he said, voice sounding much lower this time.
I looked up at his eyes our faces bearly centimeters away, noses brushing softly against each other.
- what discussion? - I pushed innocently, making him scoff over my lips.
- youâre gonna make me lose scales, y/n.
I felt his smile grow the moment i closed the distance between our lips, warmth rising up all over my body the second his hands traveled over my back up and down, softly scratching over the fabric of my robe.
Until the growling of my stomach interrupted us.
- what are hiding in there? - He teased poking my belly and my cheeks burned shyly like wild fire.
- funny⌠- I dry laughed makings the snake chuckle even more.
- well letâs give it some food before you eat me for breakfast - he teased.
I hit his shoulder playfully and we begin with our morning routine, making some breakfast for the both of us while he seats there watching me.
⌠6pm âŚ
Weâve been entangled on the couch the past two hours, binge watching a new drama. Earlier Yoongi decided to spent almost two hours in the bathtub, he used three bottles of bubble bath and made a mess all over his bathroom saying it was my fault for not letting him shower with me. But in the end he cleaned up his mess so i wasnât mad about it anymore, craving popcorn i was ready to make some butter popcorn when Yoongi said he would made them for me and I shouldnât have left him alone in the kitchen to pick a movie. He managed to burn it and almost set the fire alarm of the apartment, i was speechless. But i just couldnât get angry at him, he looked so devastated after burning the popcorn he had the biggest pout on his lips.
I took the charge of making the popcorn again and told him to wait in the living room but he stayed and said he would watch me so he could learn, I thought nothing of it and just continue my business to focus to notice the snake hybrid sliding closer the moment i turned to place the now done popcorn into a bowl.
A gasp leaving my lips in instant surprise the moment the snake holds me from behind, i giggle feeling he sink his face a the curve of my neck. Heâs been doing that a lot lately finding amusement on catching me off guard just to tease on my weak spot, i held on his arms turning my face toward his kissing the tip of his nose. He smiled holding me tighter.
Yoongi has been gaining some weight since he left the clinic and i was trying to keep my composure at how fast he was getting stronger, he wasnât the small snake hybrid left to die at the clinic anymore. Yoongi was growing muscles and eating better then he was before, he looked much healthier now and i was happy for him.
I leaned against his chest, feeling the woody scent surrounding us. After three bottles of bubble bath he at least gonna smell nice for days now. I chuckled at the thought turning to face him, never letting his touch slide off my body he smirked at me.
- is this⌠- i leaned closer to his face, smelling alcohol on his lips - is this whiskey?
- is that what it is? - he asked, innocently.
In that moment i was hit by a wave of shock, i was completely at loss for words, looking closer at him i realized he was fully drunk. Cheeks red and eyes bearly open not to forget the smell of whiskey on his breath. Just when did he drink so much? I turned my back for three seconds?
I wanted to curse myself for being such an alcoholic in that moment, maybe i shouldâve hidden my supply of alcohol in my room and not right beside the pool table. What was i even thinking? Yoongi is free now and just like a kid, of course heâs gonna take a taste of everything new to him.
- how much did you drink? - i asked, worried. This was the first time I heard of a hybrid drinking alcohol, god knows what kind of side effects that could have on him.
- a cup? I dont really know - he mumble.
- a cup? Shit⌠how did you drink that? - i was so utterly worried.
- with my mouth? - he said, sarcasm dripping down his lips like the whiskey in his breath.
- no way SherlockâŚ. - i held my temples leaning away from him. Just what am i gonna do with a drunken snake hybrid now?
- why? Was i suppose to drink from yoursâŚ.? - he chuckled drunkenly, making me look up at him with red cheeks.
This kind of side effects is what i was trying to avoid.
- you⌠- i didnât even knew what to say, he just stood there laughing as if this was the funniest thing to him.
And for that small moment i laughed with him, i donât think ive ever seen him this happy. Gummies out at how big he was smiling, chest moving up and down faster he could bearly hold himself up while laughing. Jin is gonna love this.
- okay dunk boy, eat - i shove some popcorn on his mouth - i need you less drunk now.
He nodded while eating. I took the bowl of popcorn with me in one hand and the snake hybrid with the other to the living room, the movie was playing on the TV but failed to catch my attention. As i put the popcorn on the coffee table i made a small run for the bar beside the pool table, looking over the bottles i found one still opened and in that moment i wanted to kill Yoongi - he drunk half a bottle of jack.
- you drunk half a bottle! - i gasped, turning to him.
He sat on the couch legs crossed with my bowl of popcorn watching me as if i was the crazy one.
- you have so manyâŚ. - he mumbled, throwing one popcorn on his mouth - also i wasnât gonna drink much⌠but it was so weak, i had few more gulps.
Weak.
Half a bottle of jack was weak for him.
- this movie sucks⌠- he said, getting up.
- what?
My mind was failing to comprehend anything that was happening right now. Maybe i should call Jin.
- Iâm calling your brother⌠- i said, making a turn to go on my room get my phone.
Before i could take even a single step towards my room i was pulled by the hand and turned towards the snake hybrid, he had a drunken smile on his lips while he looked down at me. Mischief shined through his dark eyes like never before - note to self: hide all the alcohol under my bed.
- lets play instead⌠- he suggested looking over the billiard table - if you win against me, you call Jin.
I scoffed.
- and supposedly if i donât? - i said, closing my arms over my chest.
- i get to decide that laterâŚ. - he said.
- careful YoongiâŚ. - i warned - you learned this only yesterday.
- but i learned from you - he teased back.
- and i never loseâŚ. - i said taking one cue stick, smothing the tip with the chalk.
This was going to be quick.
- who starts? - i asked, watching Yoongi fallow my moves getting a cue stick and smothing the tip with chalk.
- you start⌠pookie - he said.
I chuckled at the nickname. This snake hybrid has no idea was coming.
I position myself over the table aiming at the white ball, striking it quick at the color balls i put two whites on the wholes. A confident smirk rising up to my lips.
- sorry⌠looks like Iâm wining already - i tease, walking around the table eyes looking straight into his.
If he was nervous or not i didnât know he seemed to be focused on me only, but I couldnât blame him. I was gonna win this in no time.
I position myself once again aiming for a ball closer to a corner whole and in the corner of my eye i notice Yoongi moving to the other side, now focusing back at my aim the cue stick slides between my fingers and just as Iâm about to strike Yoongi corners me from behind hands over my hips making me lose completely my chance.
I scoffed turning to look at the sly snake behind me.
- ops⌠you missed that one - he smirked, pointing at my missed move.
- i wonder why?
- maybe youâre not that good after allâŚ. - he mumbles, walking around the table to strike his move.
I wasnât expecting him to get it on the first try and that was my mistake, he did learned from me after all.
He gets four balls in without missing after that, I swallowed hard feeling my pride hurt bit by bit. He just learned that how is he doing it as if he was born in a billiard table, i couldnât believe it..
When he strikes another one Iâm already moving towards the mini bar besides the tale, filling myself a cup and drinking all in one gulp. When I turn back Yoongi is watching me with a cunning smirk.
This sly snake was getting on my nerves - i never lose.
- is hot out of a sudden, donât you think? - i say, playful. He stared the game going dirty and so will i.
Opening the bottoms of my blouse one by one I quickly take it off, keeping on the white crop top i wore to sleep. Putting my hair to the side to expose more of my shoulders.
- arenât you gonna play? - i press, smiling innocently.
There was another minute he didnât move, eyes staring me up and down while he licked over his bottom lip. He cleared his throat before positioning himself to strike, but just as i expected he missed.
- ops⌠- it was my turn to tease, positioning myself right beside him in strike my move.
Once i get my hands on to strike i never miss a single ball, i grew up playing this no one can beat me at my game. Right now i was almost finish, glancing up at Yoongi every now and then i notice he was starting to grow nervous. I wasnât gonna call Jin anymore, after the first cup i drank another and another cup. I wasnât weak for drinks, but i was having so much fun with Yoongi now i had long forgotten why i was even going to call Jin.
Two more balls in and i would win, so I position myself to strike the last colorful ball of mines.
- i could mate with you over this tableâŚ. - Yoongi mumbled more to himself but i heard exactly what he said.
It made me lose completely my chance to strike.
- maybe i should do that when i win this game - he looked up at me, smirk dancing in the corners of his lip placing the cue stick over the table.
He walked around the table towards me, like i was his prey in that moment and he was ready to take me as his victim. Yoongis words were like his poison, infiltrating my mind with thoughts I wouldnât ever consider myself.
Like him bending me over this billiard table right now and doing everything he wants. Maybe I should let him win this time.
Once he was right there in front of me, he took the cue stick of my hand and placed over the table. Pushing me against the table with his body he rested his forehead over mine, hands falling over my hips he drew small circles with his thumbs.
- you win⌠- he whispered - but donât call my brother, i feel like throwing up.
- thatâs not because of Jin - i chuckled - you drank too much, come on⌠lets get you some meds pookie.
I caressed his face softly before taking his hand in mine to guide him back to the kitchen, my guess was that hybrids were much weaker for alcohol and it affected them much faster then for us humans. So i was quick to him some medicine before taking him with me to the couch and let him rest some more till he sober up.
It didnât took him much longer before he was back at being his usual cute self and i finally found a movie to pass time, the popcorn was cold now but i still ate half of it.
The bowl of popcorn half empty sat on the small table in front of the couch, Yoongi was half asleep between my legs while I run my fingers thought his hair caressing the back of his neck every now and then.
I had a mind full of thoughts about today, i was sure that his het would start soon and after tonight that thought was rotted inside my head. Maybe the mention of mating tonight set that alarm in my head and I remember all what i was preparing myself for.
- you should tell me when you feel your heat coming - I tell him, quietly.
- what if I donât? - he teased, lifting his head from my belly watching me attentively with a tired smirk over his pink lips.
- Iâll just found out on my own then - i shrugged.
- like you did before? - he chuckled.
- hey!
- for someone who knows so much about us it took you so long to find out i was in heat - he said.
- only because you were the first snake hybrid on my care - I explained - and you lied to me about it, remember?
- yeah⌠but I didnât lied about yours - he says, eyes suddenly turning darker.
- well, Iâm not⌠I mean, now⌠- I stumbled on my words, it felt so weird trying to explain him how different it happens for humans especially since is different from woman to men.
- I know, I can smell on your skin⌠- he said, making the curiosity go wild on my head.
- how? What does it smell like? - I ask - I truly canât tell.
- humm⌠- he purrs lowly, supporting his hands at both sides of my head to pull himself up.
He leans down burring his face on my neck, taking a deep breath in.
- when your in heat, you smell like⌠lust - he whispers - and when youâre not, you smell likeâŚ
He moves away slowly, looking into my eyes eyebrows furred in concentration as if looking for the right words, lips half open over mine, the more seconds that went by the more he seemed to get lost in a maze.
- warmth⌠- he whispered - it makes me want to be completely stuck around your arms and never leave.
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⌠2 days later âŚ
I could tell his heat was getting closer to a start after the two days that went by. Yoongi became insanely clingy the last couple days and It wouldnât be a problem of course, but the snake hybrid simply decided to steal the keys of the apartment just so i wouldnât leave and so far I wasnât even able to step one foot out in the past days.
I searched the entire apartment already and I couldnât find the damn keys, if only his behavior had stuck with the clingy part but he also became annoyingly a tease. In every sense.
His heat had already started and he couldâve taken me as his so many times, but i wasnât ready and i kept pushing him away and not letting him sleep in my room. For that reason heâs been acting out on me ever since.
The mornings we used to share with innocent kisses and a light delicious breakfast, turned into make out sessions over the kitchen counter and nonstop teasing while i try to cook, our afternoons of binge watching dramas turned into marking and scenting sessions for him. But it was just the beginning, Yoongi could still control his rut pretty well and he used that against me every morning.
The first time he started to scent me was when everything went down hill and i knew it would only get harder for him to control it.
I trusted him to tell me when his heat begin to show so i could help him and I was confident it would take at least a few more days, that was my mistake. And again I didnât notice the signs.
A few days ago when the weather had changed so drastically, it had been raining since late that morning. So the two of us decided to just cuddle on the couch for the rest of the day, i was usually the bigger spoon when we cuddle but the cold weather made me seek warmth on Yoongi. Not knowing what was going on with his sudden quietness i just brushed off as him being tired and held him tighter, every minute that passed I grew more sleepy from his soft caress on my back, hugging him and burning my face on the curve of his neck.
My body was just seconds before completely falling asleep when he moved, i groan against his chest in disagreement while he pulled me down with him between his legs.
He stared to softly place kisses over my cheek, down my jawline and brushing my hair away with his fingers to expose the skin of my neck. Kisses slowly fading into more needy touches while the second passes and I was complete unaware of it, until soft kisses turned into deep and wet ones.
I was fully alert and ready to lean away from him, my wrist was closed to his neck placed beside his head to support me up but he was quick to stop me as if predicting what I was going to do, he held my hand towards him to pull me back.
- just a little moreâŚ. - he murmured over my ear, voice soft but low and raspy as if he was drunk - I wonât do anything⌠just, stay a bit more like thisâŚ.
He didnât move until every part of my body fully gave in, he took his chance in that moment and bit into the curve of my neck. Not enough to sink his poison on me, just enough to leave a red mark on my skin for days.
After that he did let me go, but things were different now that his heat has stared. I wasnât one to complain, i loved every minute i spent under his touch. He wanted to torture me for not letting him sleep beside me, but his ways of torturing consisted only on teasing me till I canât take it and then leaving me all flustered.
It was late a night and i was getting ready to sleep already when i decided to questioned him about his heat. The door to his room was always open, i watched him from the corridor moving side to side before entering his room.
- are you okay with you heat? Do you think is gonna get bad any time soon?
- no⌠I can control it right now - he said, while picking a change of clothes to shower.
- okay⌠- I murmured looking around his room seeing as how neat everything looked - you didnât make a nest?
He scoffed before turning around to fully look at me.
- i would⌠but someone doesnât wanna let me sleep with her - he said, making my cheeks run hot.
Before I could even let another word leave my lips he was pulling his silky shirt off, making a mess of his hair and exposing all his torso to my eyes.
It was not something new to me but it always made me go insane how beautiful he looked, every time it felt like i was seeing him for the first time. His scales looked much healthier and shiny now, i notice how they seemed to have grown even more towards his v line. Shiny lines almost unnoticeable at how delicate they were on his milky skin, making he look like a diamond.
- wanna watch me undress? - he teased.
- is my house - I said back, eyes rooming every centimeter of his body shamelessly making him chuckle.
He walked towards me quickly closing the distance between us two, using his own body to push me against the wall.
Just like that all the air was gone from my lungs, the heat radiating from his body so intensely it felt like a warm blanket surrounded me. And again those dark glossy eyes were focus on mine like they used to at the clinic, making chills run wild down my spine.
Every part of my skin knew his touch so well and urged for him.
- I need my keys - I blurted nervously, finally remembering the reason why I came here.
- no⌠- he said.
- please Yoongi, I canât be stuck here anymore⌠- I plead, finding the courage to look up into his intense eyes filled with darkness.
He didnât say anything at first, the snake switched looks between my eyes and lips in that moment. Maybe calculating his options? Or just thinking about how heâll tease me later for it.
- let me sleep with you from now on and Iâll tell you where they are - he said, a smirk filling his lips teasingly.
I took a deep breath before deciding on what to do, it had to happen sooner or later. I knew that. I just wished I couldâve prepared myself more for what was to come the moment i decided to let him in, the two of us kept saying it was all just for sleep but deep down it was obvious. The moment we are alone over that bed we wont be sleeping anymore.
- okay.
I needed the keys and in that moment I had no idea where that would even lead me, he said he had his heat under control and o trusted that. But far way in my mind something keeps telling me he was far away from any control.
- keys? - I asked, making his smile grow even more.
- my back pocket - he said, as if it wasnât anything.
- no way⌠- i was not believing but he just shrugged at me still smirking - it was with you this whole time?
- put your hands inside it if you donât believe me - he dared.
I swallowed hard blinking a hundred times - his back pocket, he meant his ass my keys were in his ass this whole time - before slowly moving my left hand towards his back pocket, face burning like a damn volcano about to explode. I couldnât even look at his face in that moment, he knew exactly what he was doing.
I bit my bottom lip the second my hand slide down his ass, feeling the skin over the thin layer of his silky pants. Sucking in a breath as my eyes looked anywhere but the snake hybrid in front of me.
- oh⌠- i exale, looking straight back at him. It was empty.
He smirk grew wider, leaning even closer to me.
- wrong pocket.. - he whispered over my lips.
I swallowed hard again, looking down between us too nervous to stare into his dark glossy eyes but inhaling fast at the sight of his deep v line covered in scales so close to me.
No, i used to treat his wounds. I shouldnât be nervous right now. This is nothing.
Body burning in nerves I reach for the other pocket with my right hand, feeling his minty breath brush against my face teasingly. Sliding my hand one more time down his ass, reaching inside his pocket.
He leaned closer making my attention go back to his face, this time he looked as nervous as I was. Eyes bearly open, bottom lip caged between his teeth.
The more my hand moved down his bum the harder he bit into the flash and just then I felt the cold metal of the keys and quickly grabbed them.
His expression changed fast after that, leaning away from me as quick as he could.
- weâll sleep in your room⌠- he said, before turning away to leave for the bathroom.
[âŚ]
After a long bath I went to check on Yoongi to see if he was still in his room but i didnât find him there, going straight back to my own room while i tried to massage away the pain on my neck only to find the snake hybrid shirtless all spread over my bed.
- where your clothes? - I asked.
- donât look at me like thatâŚ. - he said sitting up - everything felt itchy on my scales.
- ohâŚ. Should I take a look at them for you? - I said making my way towards him, when my thumb pressed a painful spot on my neck i groan out in discomfort.
- no is fine⌠- he slides towards the end of the bed were I stood - whatâs with your neck?
- I donât know, i think Iâve slept in a bad position last night itâs hurting a lot nowâŚ. - I say - are you sure youâre fine? I canâŚ.
- Iâm fine, come here - he interrupted me, pulling me by the hand making me straddle his waist.
- YoongiâŚ.
- shh⌠- he smiled softly, pulling the hair away from my neck - let me take care of you, hum?
I blink nodding, watching his attention drift to my shoulder as he pulls the shirt slightly down to expose more of my neck. He begins to carefully press at the curve of my neck with his fingers, my body was immediately filled by relief as he worked his way around my neck and shoulder.
- I can feel some tension here⌠- he murmured pressing a bit harder at the curve, and my eyes rolled back in relief.
He chuckled lowly at my reaction, holding my hair away with his free hand to continue his work.
- if you had been sleeping with me you wouldnât be sore like this⌠- he teased.
It was my turn to chuckle.
- lies⌠- I said, staring into his eyes.
He looked back with the same amount of dirtiness on his mind and I decided it was my turn to make him red.
- whereâs my nest? - I asked, holding myself from bursting out laughing the second he catch what i said.
He looked extremely worried and embarrassed, almost chocking at his own words.
- oh my godâŚ. - I laughed out, closing my arms around his neck - sorry pookie⌠I was just teasing.
I kissed his forehead.
- Iâll wait for you to make one for us⌠- I whispered to him.
- I thought you didnât like them⌠- he confessed.
- what do you mean? I like it - I assure him, caressing the back of his neck. Resting my forehead on his.
In just seconds he had me pulled against him and turned us over the bed, hovering over me between my legs. A gasp had left my lips at the sudden movement, holding into him tighter until his eyes opened again staring down at mine in complete lust.
I didnât expected him to act so quickly after asking for a nest jokingly, it was stupid of me.
He got up lazily eyes still glued in mine, I watch as he made his way towards the closet getting back with three more covers.
He was going to make a nest for me.
He dropped them at my feet before taking one at the time and laying them around me until he was satisfied with it, he had a focused expression on his soft features and then when he was finally done he looked me up before saying anything.
- I wanted this ever since I first saw you at the clinic⌠- he said, hovering over my body slowly - I want you for the rest of my life, y/n.
Staring into his glossy dark eyes once again, Iâve never felt more out of breath. Every moment with him had been so intense lately, as if all the cells in my body were anticipating this moment knowing what would happen, urging it to happen.
- bite me⌠- he whispered over my lips - like you did last time.
It was different than last time, at that time us being together was completely forbidden but now we are free, we have each other.
Pulling him closer I kissed his lips, not taking any more seconds. Groaning into his mouth every time his skin came in touch with mine, feeling shivers burning down my body never failing to drive me insane.
I was so high already and we had just stared, trailing my fingers down his back and earning a few groans from him. He bit into my bottom lip, leaning away just enough to stare into my eyes.
There was a different glow around him this time, something I havenât seen before.
His chest moved against mine, hands sliding up and down my sides each time heavier and sometimes scratching over the layers of my clothes, teasing us both by dragging his own need to touch my skin.
The cold tip of his nose delicately moving against the side of my face, his hot breath slowly seeping through his lips over mine. The minty scent from his tongue danced over my lips deliciously but he didnât do anything. He continued his soft tease, waiting for me to make his wish come true.
I slowly started to feel his back muscles, softly touching over the scales on his body. They felt so soft to touch just like the velvet we were surrounded by, each time I caressed them softly I would feel Yoongi swift over me slightly. His scales were one of his very sweet spots and he continued to squirm and sigh over me at every little touch, making me grow confident and needier.
He was starting to pant against my neck, groaning lowly making the need in me to tease and play him grow more and more. Remembering his little trick with my keys earlier, I let my hands travel down his spine and past his hips. The moment my hands slipped down his ass he squirmed harder, body falling completely over mine and a groan escaped his lips.
In that moment I bit into his shoulder, my teeth and tongue sliding over his skin sinking into his flesh harder just to licking over it. Carving a mark of my own on him.
- mine⌠- I whisper breathlessly over his ear.
- fuck⌠- he moaned over my neck, lifting himself enough to stare at my face.
He was biting his own lip, bruising himself enough to draw blood out of it. If it wasnât now I would be worried for him but, he looked so handsome in such state of lust. I was completely lost in him, capturing his lips in a lustful kiss.
This time his hands had no mercy over my skin and i was completely sure I would find a few bruises here and there but I couldnât care any less for it, I wanted them and I wanted him.
- mate with me⌠- he whispered over my lips completely out of breath - be mine y/n⌠I wanna do this with you, y/n.
I softly caressed his cheeks before nodding, he smiled before leaning down again leaving a long peck on my lips trailing down my jawline and towards my ear, bitting softly at my neck.
I knew what would come for me in that moment, it was a one way trip with no way back.
- make me yours⌠- I whispered in his ear.
Feeling the harsh bite over the skin under my ear, he sank his poison into it. The feeling was immediate, the first time the snake hybrid had bitten me was so painful and his poison was sickening but tonight it was completely different, Iâve never felt so high before like this before. Completely drunk on him so much even the smallest touch was enough to make me squirm and moan, just looking at him made me drool and needy.
He smirked knowingly traveling his kisses down my chest, hands sliding past my waist and stoping on my hips to grip into the flesh before sliding up inside my shirt.
Ripping off the fabric of my body with his hands, I breathed out lost in his arms. At the same time he was rough his touch was full of love on my skin, every part of me he gripped into he left a kiss over it.
He stares into my eyes with fondness, fingers running along my face pulling my up by the waist with his other hand, that way Iâm sitting up with him on his knees between my legs.
I take the chance to run my fingers over his sides, feeling the scales under the tips of my fingers.
He cups my face kissing my lips hungrier, growling over my tongue. His raven hair is mess now, sweat drips down his neck and my fingers as I grip at his locks.
Bringing him closer I bite into his neck again, Yoongi gasp holding waist tighter and probably bruising the skin. But I couldnât feel any pain, only the burning sensation all over my body driving my out of sense.
He stops the kiss, eyes locked over mine, seem to slightly go out of focus, a pool of stars all for me to stare into.
I push him down against the bed forcing him to lay down, slipping off my last piece of clothing before doing the same to his pants.
Crawling on all fours back to him, I watch as he stares at me in complete awe, Yoongi gulps down biting his on lip while he savor me with his eyes.
- youâre so fucking beautiful⌠- he murmurs. Eyes glued on me.
I chuckled at his reaction, running my fingers over his tights seeing how his dick twitches at the slightest touch before finally claiming his lips in a kiss.
He moans deeply pulling me closer.
- Mine⌠- he moans.
- all yours.
He pulls me by the thighs making me straddle his waist, feeling his hard dick press against my pussy deliciousy, sending us both into an overheated state.
I watch as Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut biting his lip as a groan escapes his chest, finger tips rubbing over my thighs leaving marks.
The burning sensation of the pain makes me move my hips against his instinctive, Yoongiâs eyelids flutter and his head tilt back as gasps make his chest heave up and down quickly. Another growl comes out of his chest and he moves his hips forward, the waves of pleasure seeping through my whole body making me shiver and lose control over my upper body, using my hands to keep me up against his chest, feeling how he breaths deep.
My eyes fluttered open to watch his lustful eyes in complete bliss, he squirms underneath me moaning out my name.
The sound of his voice sending shiver down my body, the feeling sends butterflies through my stomach. I let out a deep moan, grinding my hips into his. He growls, digging his nails into my thighs. Then sliding them upwards gripping my boobs, my own hands covering his for support as a continue to move against him.
Yoongi pulls me back against his chest, claiming my lips into a messy kiss. Stopping my hips from moving so he could slide inside me more easily, the feeling of his cock filling me up so good was making my head pound in arousal.
Yoongi moans loudly, trembling under my hands, lips searching for mine desperately, biting into the flesh of my shoulders sinking his poison into me while he moves his hips against mine, I pull the back of his hair biting my own lip in arousal moving my hips with his.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, so good every time I close my eyes I see stars, running my fingers through his raven hair holding him tight against me.
- breathe y/nâŚ. - he whispers against my neck, sitting up in bed with me over him.
His hands grip my hips harder, his poison on my system was sending me into a frenzy of pleasure, each time, more.
- breathe⌠- he continued to whisper - just like thatâŚ
Not so long into that I feel my whole body shaking on top of him, knees starting to hurt from being like that for to long, but even the pain felt insanely good in that moment. Making me crawl into him more and more, he held me tighter before turning us around once again.
Hovering over my shaky body, Yoongi gripped into my hands as he pounded into me harder, throwing my head back while my knees are shaking in weakness, I moan out his name. Felling the dizziness claiming my body as he continued to pound at an animalistic force inside me.
- yoongiâŚ. Fuck - I moan out, as he slides one hand between our bodies working his fingers over my clit.
- Y/n⌠fuck cum for me - he groans over my ear, circling over my clit with his fingers ripping a deep orgasm out of me.
- YoongiâŚ
But he doesnât stop, even after he fills me so deep, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy. He doesnât stop moving his fingers, claiming my lips into a messy kiss he trails down my neck, leaving marks down my chest, sucking on a nipple.
- Yoongi⌠too much - I moaned out breathlessly.
I couldnât make a single thought in my head and I loved it, my legs were shaking from his fingers circling over my clit nonstop, body aches tiredly but it felt so insanely good.
Yoongi growls, forces you closer pulling my thigh with his free hand as he he worked his way down my body with his tongue, leaving wet kisses everywhere.
- fuck⌠- it escapes my lips once I figure out what he was planning.
How he wasnât tired after almost fucking me into oblivion, I didnât know, but I was so grateful.
Ending his trail over my pussy he leaves a long lick down to the bottom of it, making me instantly arch my back.
Yoongi forcibly pulls on my thighs against his shoulders, locking me completely down and starts his feast on my pussy.
- fuck, Yoongi⌠- I cry out name, fingers gripping his hair.
The feelings is so insanely good, I moan and mutter words uncontrollably, words that make no sense to me, but feel so good, screaming his name out loud, shit, the neighbors will definitely file a complaint against me.
The sounds he was making driving me to the absolute bottom of the hill, gripping into his hair, myself and digging my nails over my skin.
- too much⌠fuck - my knees were shaking again and he didnât stop, holding me closer.
Yoongi is sucking on my clit so harshly I started to fear he might bruise it down there as well. Just when I thought I couldnât take it my body started to convulse, the delicious sensation began again to fill me up and Iâm cursing and squirting all over him.
Yoongi sits up with a groan, he touches his own face, picking up the remains of my orgasm of his face, licking his fingers as I watched him completely fucked out.
Chest rising up and down tiredly, he hovers over me, hooking his fingers behind my neck just to pull me closer resting his forehead over mine.
- fuck me⌠- he moaned out, making me look up at him.
- Youâre crazy - I tell him breathlessly, we both chuckled.
- Please⌠- he plead, pulling me in to claim my lips in a desperate kiss.
Yoongi grips my waist pulling me to the side as he lays down on his, he whimpers against my lips in a sloppy kiss, hands gripping every inch of skin.
He tugs me closer to his aching cock, holding my hips firmly to move against him. The friction is insanely good.
- you smell so fucking goodâŚ. - he mumbles - please, y/n, fuck meâŚ
He buries his face between my boobs planting kisses over them.
- fuck youâre insane, Yoongi - I moan, gripping his hair.
Yoongi whimpers pulling me tighter against him, holding my hips to make me rut against his cock. I pushed him down while fixing myself between his legs, hovering over his body a begin to plant kisses over his neck, leaving sloppy licks over his scales.
His chest started to move up and down rapidly, he purrs deeply when I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling how he throbs under my touch.
He squeezes my hips, sweet whimpers leave his lips and I watch with pleasant eyes the snake hybrid squirm in front of me as I start jerking him off quickly, making he growl my name before returning to the slow peace of before.
He whines, throwing his head back.
- is this good my Yoongi? - I tease, watching he squirms as a reaction.
- So good⌠oh, so good y/n - he groans, barely keeping his eyes open - please, fuck..
- What is it baby? What do you want? - I taunt moving my hand terribly slow over his cock.
- Wanna⌠fuck, wanna cum⌠- he moans, trembling when I start jerking him off quickly.
His pretty cock spits pre cum, the sounds of my hand moving around his throbbing head driving us both insane, the moment he started squirming I knew he was getting closer.
- yes, yes⌠y/n youâre so good - he moans, hands gripping the covers.
- Cum baby, make a mess for me.
He starts to moan my name repeatedly, bitting his own lip until his legs are shaking, cock throbbing under my fingers while leaking his cum all over himself.
I run my hand over his belly covered on his milk, spreading it on his abs before moving closer, pressing my lips against the curve of his neck.
- such a good boy⌠my Yoongi - I praise, leaving kisses alone his jawline.
- - that was so good⌠- he mumbles, closing his arms around my body in a hug.
- Humm⌠you are insane - I said against his chest, running my fingers over his shoulder.
- Iâm yours - he state, making me look up into his eyes.
- Iâm yours too - I whisper over his lips, softly claiming his between mine.
He pulled me over his chest and we cuddled together, finally letting the tiredness begin to kick and let us get some sleep.
And tomorrow I would wake up happy, knowing it would be in his arms. Forever.
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Two Hours || myg
otter hybrid yoongi x female reader
Summary: Your neighbor invites you to a work picnic that he's nervous to attend. You promise to only stay for two hours. Word Count: 2,870 Genre: slice of life, fake dating, friends to ???, fluff Warnings: none
Notes: Thank you to @park-jimin-isnt-real for the moodboard above, and to @rec-me-bts for the moodboard below that I used in the teaser. I had so much trouble deciding which one to use where. Also many many thanks to @oddinary4bts and @madbutgloriouspond for beta-ing this for me and for their endless sympathies while I basically had an existential crisis in their dms. Thank you for not telling me I am annoying đ
The elevator dings and you step onto your floor. Your arm stings from carrying the grocery bags from the garageâthey arenât particularly full, but itâs just heavy enough and just long enough to get your out of shape muscles angry at you. The closer you get to your apartment, the more you notice a banging noise. And when you finally round the corner, you see its source.
Your across-the-hall neighbor, Yoongi, stands outside of his own apartment rattling his door angrily.
âStuck again?â you ask, fishing out your keys with your free hand.
Yoongi grunts, the small ears on the top of his head pressing into his hair in frustration. Silently, he takes the bags out of your hand while you open your door.Â
âYou should call the landlord again,â you tell him. He follows you inside as if itâs natural. Which, really, it is. This is the fourth time this month his door has jammed, effectively locking him out of his home until a locksmith showed up.
âIâd fix it myself if heâd let me.â He sets the bags on your counter and starts to hand you items. Strawberries, a bottle of coffee creamer, cucumbers and celery. He picks up a box of frozen fish sticks and flips it around to read. âYou know this stuff is garbage, right?â
You ignore his commentary on your groceries. âYou know Krolmeirâs never going to let you fix it. Heâd have to lower your rent.â
He hums, and you can hear the underlying âjackassâ in the tone.Â
âDo you want me to call him?â you asked. Krolmeirâyour landlordâlikes you way more than he seems to like Yoongi. Youâre almost positive you can guess why. But you arenât afraid to use his skeeviness to your advantage.
âI called him just before you showed up.â
âAnd he saidâŚ?â
âIâll be there as soon as I can.â Yoongi imitates Krolmeirâs voiceâa high-pitched nasally whine more than anything. He rolls his eyes. âSo heâll be here sometime between five minutes from now and next Tuesday.â
You hum sympathetically. âHang out here until he comes? Iâll make dinner.â
âAre you making fish sticks?â
âThought about it.â His face scrunches up in disgust, a massive frown parts his lips, revealing his longer than human canine teeth. You laugh and roll your eyes. âI was actually just going to order something. Want to get sushi?â
His eyes light up, but when he speaks, his tone doesnât match how excited he looks. âWhatever you want to do. Iâm the one crashing your evening.â
You wave him off. He should know by now that heâs not imposing. Youâve been neighbors for a few years now. Youâd started off just going grocery shopping togetherâitâs easier to carry groceries when there are two of youâand quickly progressed to taking refuge in each otherâs apartments when something went wrong in your own. First, it had been your air conditioning crapping out that had driven you to Yoongiâs apartment to avoid the late-summer heat. Then, his oven stopped working, and heâd hidden in your living room while the landlord and the handyman made the repairs. Back and forth until a friendship had formed.
The sushi arrives and you settle in together on your couch. You prop your door open so that you can hear if the landlord arrives. He takes two bites of his sashimi before Yoongi hums urgently, causing you to pause the show youâd turned on for background noise.
âIâve been meaning to ask,â he says, and you can tell heâs suddenly nervous. âSo weâre having a potluck picnic thing at work, and someone decided it would be a great idea to make it mandatory.â
âGross.â
âYeah. But I get a plus one, so I was wondering if maybe youâd go with me? Make it a little more tolerable?â
âYou want me to go to your dumb company picnic with you?â
âWell, when you say it like thatâŚâ Nervously, he pokes at a grain of rice that had fallen off one of his nigiri.
âSounds like itâs going to be not a lot of fun.â
âYeah.â
You shrug. âIâm in.â
Yoongi is a ball of nerves as you shift into park. Youâre definitely not the first ones hereâthereâs like ten other cars in the gravel lot, and you can see a large-ish group of people milling about the pavilion just up the hill. He alternates between patting his thigh and picking at the skin around his thumbnail. His ears press into his hair so far you canât even see them. You know he doesnât care for his coworkers, but you didnât know it was this bad. Maybe itâs the crowd, or the fact that so many of his coworkers will be here. You arenât sure, but you donât like how affected he is.
You reach over and gently cover his hands with your own. He freezes. âLetâs make a game plan,â you say softly. He hums. âWeâll stay for how long? Two hours? An hour and a half?â
âTwo I think. Since itâs mandatory.â
You nod. âStay for two hours. Weâll talk to people, but if it starts to be too much, let me know.âÂ
For a moment, heâs quiet. But then, he nods. âLetâs do this.â
You carry the dessert Yoongi madeâpartially because youâre a little worried he might drop it from nervesâand he sticks by your side. Heâs got one hand in his pocket, but heâs so close that the other brushes against you every few steps.
The closer you get, the more the people in the pavilion notice you. You watch as one by one, then a few at a time, they watch you approach. And suddenly, you understand why Yoongiâs uncomfortable. Eventually, someone comes scuttling toward you.
âHi Yoongi!â she calls, waving enthusiastically as she approaches.
âOh. Hey Liz.â He presses closer. âWe uh⌠we brought tiramisu.â
The womanâLizâtakes the container out of your hands. You make a small noise of protest, but sheâs already gone, back up the hill to the pavilion and everyone else.
âYoongi and his girlfriend brought dessert,â you hear her announce.
âOh, tiramisu? Nice!â someone elseâyou canât see whoâsays.
âNo way. I thought he was going to bring something fishy.â Someone else, you can see them and you make a note that you hate them, laughs. A few others chuckle, too, and you also hate them.
Theyâre still laughing when you get to the pavilion. Youâre introduced to each of them by finding out what they brought, and honestly, you donât remember most of their names. Itâs David that made the comment about the fish, so youâre sure to memorize his name so you can hate him fully. Davidâs dating Yoongiâs manager, Marcus, who apparently brought chicken that is very good. Thereâs Alison, who brought naan, and Rabia who brought chutney to go with it. And Donghyun brought some sort of seven layer dip.
For the most part, none of them talk to you. It quickly becomes clear that these people arenât friends. Certainly, they arenât friends with Yoongi, but they arenât friends at all. They talk to each other, but itâs clear that this is just another mandatory work thing for them, and they donât want to be here. Youâre honestly a little glad that they leave you alone. None of them seem particularly nice. Or interesting.
So you grab food. And you sit together at a table far away from where the rest of the group is lingering.
âOne hour, 45 minutes to go,â Yoongi mumbles, and you snort in laughter, almost choking on the naan youâd just taken a bite of.
âMaybe it wonât be so-â
âMind if I sit?â Youâre interrupted by a bright voice, and when you look, Liz is standing beside Yoongi, holding a plate of food.
You look to Yoongi and he makes a face that says he really doesnât want her to sit with you. But he says nothing, simply gestures to the other side of the table. Which, of course, she takes as an invitation to sit right beside him. He practically squeaks in distress and scoots slightly over so that thereâs a bit of space between them.
âI have to be honest,â Liz begins, oblivious. âNo one really expected you to bring anyone. We kind of all just assumed you were single, you know?â He hums, but otherwise doesnât acknowledge what sheâs saying. Briefly, you consider correcting herâyou arenât datingâbut she continues before you can even consider a polite way to address the situation. âHow long have you known each other? Howâd you meet?â
âYears.â He doesnât even look at her to answer her, his focus on pushing his food around on his plate. His current victim is the seven layer dip heâs stabbing with a tortilla chip.
âWeâre neighbors,â you add, hoping that maybe if you answer her questions, sheâll shut up and leave you alone.
Liz nods enthusiastically. âThatâs so cute! You guys are cute.â
âIâm going to grab a drink,â Yoongi announces suddenly, standing up. âDo you want anything?â
âSurprise me.â
He nods and leaves you alone with Liz. âIâm serious,â she laughs. âWhen we were all told we could bring a plus-one, I donât think anyone expected Yoongi to bring someone. Heâs usually so quiet around everyone at work.â
Youâve lost patience with her quickly. You arenât quite sure what it is, but every time she opens her mouth to speak, it grates on your nerves. âSometimes, he only talks when he thinks itâs worth his time.â You shrug and make eye contact with her.Â
Her smile falters very briefly, but then she recovers and itâs like nothing changed. âHe talks to me, though,â she continues, as if youâd said nothing. âMostly about new album releases and stuff.â You work at a music store, you think. But you let her keep talking. âHe knows so much about music. He played the piano for me once.â
You hum and say nothing, craning your neck so you can look around her to see where Yoongiâs gotten to. Heâs at the end of the pavilion, distracted by Marcus, his manager.
âHeâs really good,â Liz gushes. âLike, really good. He used to want to be a music teacherâdid you know that? He told me-â
You tune her out. Of course, you know that he plays the piano. Youâve seen the brown upright that sits in his living room, never dusty because he plays it too much. You often hear the soft melodies that travel through the walls at night when he canât sleep. Heâd even told you about wanting to be a music teacherâa long-dead dream that heâd abandoned in his early 20s. You wish he hadnât, he had the patience of a saint and he was one of the smartest people you knew. But you also understand how needlessly cruel the world can be sometimes.
Finally, Yoongi returns, balancing a plate and two bottles of beer. He sits one of the bottles in front of you and, with a flourish, places the plate between you. âSomeone made hotteok,â he says gleefully, nudging a pancake in your direction. âThey arenât hot, but Marcus said they were really good.â
He picks one up, gives it a satisfied pat. A wide, gummy smile spreads across his lips and his eyes crinkle in delight. He pats the pancake again a few more times, before nudging the plate toward you. Itâs got one more hotteok on it, and a scoop of the tiramisu trifle Yoongiâd made.Â
Liz makes a noise of annoyance, and the look on her face says that sheâs not happy sheâs being ignored. But she plasters on a smile when Yoongi looks over at her.
âOh. Liz,â he says softly, one hand still gently patting his hotteok. âI didnât realize you were still here.â
Her face falls. âI was just leaving.â
She leaves her plate behind.
He watches after her, eyes wide as she goes to join the group currently surrounding a bluetooth speaker. Itâs blasting some sort of 90s pop songâyou assume theyâve got a playlist going on someoneâs phone.Â
âThat was weird,â Yoongi says finally. âSheâs normally really nice.â
You hum and lie. âMaybe sheâs having a bad day.â
And as tactless as you think Liz is, you want to believe thatâs true. Youâve heard plenty of stories of her, how sheâs the only coworker that Yoongi actually likes, how sheâs nice to him, how she actually seems to be interested in what he has to say. You donât trust her, but you hope for Yoongiâs sake that sheâs just off her game today.Â
Maybe if he clarified that you werenât dating, it would help.
He doesnât make any effort to do that, though, not even when Rabia brings around a QR code for you to scan to add songs to the playlist theyâve got going.
âThought maybe you and your girlfriend would want to add some songs,â she says, offering a small smile. She waits patiently while Yoongi scans the code on her phone, and then she disappears again, back to the group over by the speaker.
âShe seems nice,â you say, watching as he types into his phone and picks a couple songs.
Yoongi shrugs. âIâve met her like twice? She works nights.â
After a second, he hands you his phone, open to some music website youâve never heard of. You carefully consider what you might want to add. The site doesnât let you see what else is in the playlist, so you arenât sure what songs Yoongi picked, let alone what the others have queued up. But you pick two of your favorites that you think would be fun and hand him his phone back.
Apparently, the playlist is on shuffle, because a few songs later, you recognize the opening beats of one of the songs you chose. Immediately, Yoongi perks up, his little ears on alert as he listens. It takes all of about three seconds for him to break into a grin.Â
Heâd introduced you to this band back when you first started grocery shopping together. You were driving, he was playing music on his phone. They were his favorite, a small hip-hop group made up of three dog hybrids. It wasnât common for hybrids to make it in really any industry, so the fact that these guys did and their music was good? You couldnât deny they had quickly become some of your favorite artists, too.
He sways a little with the music, his eyes closed. He looks content. You smile watching him, rest your chin on his hands. Youâre happy you came, you determine.
Two hours fly faster than you thought they would. And when you point out that youâve hit your promised limit and ask if Yoongiâs ready to go, he immediately nods. So you stand, say your goodbyes. His coworkers make a big deal of you leaving so soon. Liz tries to hug Yoongi before you leave, but he dodges her by grabbing another hotteokâthough whether it was a purposeful deflection or just a happy accident, you arenât sure.
He barely speaks until youâre in the car and halfway back to your apartment building. He shifts around in his seat, digging around in his pocket. He pulls out a rockâhis favorite rock, you noteâand rolls it around in his hand.
âThanks,â he says quietly. âFor coming with me. I uh⌠Iâm sorry I didnât tell them we werenât dating.â
You frown, and when you slow to a stop at the next redlight, you turn to look at him. âYou donât have to apologize for that. If it made the situation even a little easier, itâs totally fine.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, I mean, when am I going to see these people again?â The light turns green and you hit the gas. âLet them think whatever they want. You wanna come back in eight months and tell them weâre married? Go for it.â
âI-I donâtâŚâ
âSeriously, donât worry about it.â
He nods. âI appreciate it.â
The car falls silent, the only sounds coming from the radioâYoongiâs phone connected to the aux cord. He continues to toy with the rock, rubbing it between his fingers and tapping it against the armrest on the door. It takes only minutes to pull into the garage under your building, and even less to find a spot.
While youâre waiting for the elevator to return to the garage, he says your name so softly, you almost donât hear it over the whirring of the cables and machinery.
âHere,â he says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. Carefully, he presses his rock into your palm.
You look at him, confused. âYoongi, IâŚâ He loves this rock. Heâd never said exactly where he found it, but itâs a little round and very smooth, and youâve seen him pat his pockets down on numerous occasions to make sure he has it with him.
âTake it. Please. I⌠As a thank you.â He doesnât look at you, his face flushed a shade of light pink.
You nod and close your fingers around the rock. Youâll have to find somewhere nice to put it. And maybe, someday, you can find him a new one to replace it.
I'd love to know what you thought! I had been considering making this longer, but I thought leaving it open might be a little more fun. if you're interested, I may do a part two later? idk let me know if you're feeling a part two. thank you again to yav and jay for the moodboards. they're both so pretty.
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kitten | yoongi smut | hybrid au
masterlist | petting zoo
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pairing: yoongi x reader
tags: smut!!, porn without plot, cathybrid!yoongi x reader, sub!yoongi x dom!reader, powerbottom!yoongi, leash, collar, brat!yoongi x brattamer!reader, unprotected s3x, master & pet kink
word count: 522 words
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âHow do I look?â Yoongi asks as he takes a step back, his black tail gently swaying in anticipation. Looking at the leather collar now snugly resting on his neck, you canât help but chuckle. âIt looks great, kitten. NowâŚâ you smirk, pulling roughly on the leash attached to his choker.Â
âLetâs have some fun, shall we?â
As Yoongi stumbles towards you, his tail lashing back and forth, you slyly sidestep away from the bed. âSitâ, you command. Yoongi obeys and sits on the bed, still maintaining eye contact. Silently, you begin to unbutton your top and he follows suit.Â
Your naked bodies now exposed, you could almost feel the heat from Yoongiâs gaze as he admires every curve and fold of your body. âSee something you like?â You tease as you playfully push him onto the bed.Â
âThink Iâm seeing something I love,â Yoongi replies airily, his raging boner contradicting his nonchalant attitude. So much teasing has pushed you both to the edge, it seems. As you position yourself above his cock, you wrap his leash around your wrist. âJust so I can get a better grip,â you whisper as you wet his dick in between your folds.Â
âAgh- of course, darling.â Yoongi mumbles, unable to hide the lust consuming him from within. His pointed ears twitch, his cock completely swollen. As your pussy swipes his precum back and forth, you can almost hear his bravado cracking.Â
âSay please.â You moan, unable to contain yourself at the sensation of his throbbing member. Almost instantaneously, Yoongiâs tail lashes on the bed in protest and excitement.Â
âPlease~â he sings, finally launching himselfâ and you, over the edge. You bury his dick inside you, relieved that you are complete at last. He moans at the overpowering sensation, but before he could gather himself together, you start riding his cock.Â
Obscene sounds fill the room as your pussy drags along his dick, with both of you being acutely aware of the juices dripping down your folds and his balls. He whimpersâ his confident facade now completely shattered. He is yours now, and yours alone to command. Â
Your thighs burn as you pick up your speed, but distracted by the scent of sweat and sex in the air, you barely notice it. Yoongi, under the same spell, thrusts along to your rhythm, his head slightly lifted as you pull on his leash. His tail lashes, his ears quiverâ he was about to cum, and so are you.Â
âCum for me, Yoongi. Be a good boy and cum inside, wonât you?â You instruct as your pussy clenches, ready for release. Yoongi throws his head back and obliges, loudly moaning: âyes mistress, yes- Iâm cumming!â As he bottoms out, he cumsâ his legs spread as he pumps you full of his seed. With his cum bursting inside of you, you reach your orgasm as well, turning into a moaning mess as Yoongi paints your walls white.Â
âAgh, fuckââ you whimper, finally loosening your grip on Sugaâs leash and pulling his cock out. As your pussy pulses, Yoongiâs cum leaks out of you. He grins.
âSee something you like?â
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Abundance (XXIV)
â summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along â but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement. â pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader â warnings/content: none â word count: 5.7k
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"You have got to be kidding me."
You slam your phone down with a hiss, rubbing the tense skin between your brows. The number Kim Hajoon gave you sends you right to voicemail and none of the many emails you've sent his way have been given a reply. You've been trying for days to contact him and the three people your whistleblower provided you with â but with no luck. It can't be a coincidence that their names popped up in both of your active cases and it's certainly very suspicious that they all become unreachable simultaneously.
There has to be a connection there, you just don't know where to start.
You slump down in your seat, screwing your eyes shut as you tilt your head back. You need to give this your full focus â you need to figure this out quickly for everyone's sake â but your treacherous mind keeps drifting home at every possible opportunity; filled with thoughts about the canines.
The last few days have been tense.
It was subtle at first, just enough for you to write off as something you imagined with everything else that's going on. You figured that maybe you were just projecting your tension and stress onto everyone else â but no, it became obvious soon enough that wasn't the case.
Namjoon and Hoseok were jealous.
You were overjoyed when you learned that Jimin had done good on his promise and apologized to Taehyung. The afternoon they spent together did wonders for the lingering resentment that Jimin carried with him. You know that the cat hybrid won't be able to change the way he feels overnight and that's not something you expect of him either, but seeing Jimin actually relax in Taehyung's presence made a few tears spring to your eyes. You genuinely didn't know if that day would ever come and at times, you didn't even dare to hope for it.
It was as if the house itself let out a sigh of relief as the last gap between the packs was finally bridged, the air becoming easier to breathe every time Jimin flashed Taehyung a smile that wasn't snarky or strained. But with every fleeting touch or comment shared between the two of them â it was like the dark cloud hanging over Namjoon and Hoseok's heads only grew larger.
The two have acted like Taehyung's shadow over the past few days, always hovering nearby. They've been behaving weirdly possessive, barely letting their youngest packmate interact with any of the other hybrids in the house and making sure to scent Taehyung at every possible moment.
Perhaps you would've found it concerning if it wasn't obvious just how guilty they feel about what they're doing. Namjoon's gaze has been apologetic whenever he's pulled Taehyung away from conversations, his ears flat against his silver hair. Hoseok's tail has been firmly tucked between his legs as he's lured Taehyung away from playing games with Jeongguk and Jimin, a frown constantly tugging at his lips.
You can only assume that Namjoon and Hoseok are feeling insecure about their bond, and horribly so. You've been giving them space to figure it out on their own, not wanting to interfere with something so personal; but at the rate this is going, you're worried it might end up creating an even bigger rift between them.
With the two canines so caught up in their own guilt and insecurity, you don't think they've realized that Taehyung has been acting just as odd. Whenever you all share a meal, the fox hybrid stacks his plate so high with food that you fear it's going to topple over. Hardly any of the food actually goes into his own mouth, his fork constantly hovering near Namjoon or Hoseok's mouth to feed them the abundance of meat he's piled up. Even from across the table, you've been squirming under the intensity of the way Taehyung watches their mouths whenever they take the bite he offers them, something pleased and hungry in his gaze. Not only that, but the fox hybrid has been absolutely preening from their undivided attention, happily following along whenever his hyungs drag him off to their den for another scenting session. He's been taking full advantage of their sudden clinginess, constantly asking for cuddles or hanging off either of their backs.
From the knowing, sad, looks you've seen passed around in the other packs, it's clear to everyone but the canines that they're reaching a point they can't return from. The feelings they've been hiding are going to come to the surface soon, for better or for worse. Your only hope is that when the time comes; they will finally be brave enough to confess how they really feel.
You spring forward in your chair as a soft knock sounds at your door.
"Yes?" You call out.
"It's me," Soohyun opens the door enough to slip in. You can already tell from the disappointed scrunch of her brow that she didn't have any more luck than you did trying to contact Hajoon and the others.
"I'm guessing you had no luck either?"
"No," Soohyun shakes her head. "It's like they've all fallen off the face of the earth! I'll keep trying and I do have a few contacts in law enforcement that I can ask for help, but you know it's very limited what we can legally do to get ahold of someone."
"Right," You sigh, offering her a weak smile, "Thank you for trying. Even if we can't reach them directly, there has to be someone out there who knows something."
"I'll let you know the moment I get any updates," Soohyun promises.
She pouts as she notices how exhausted you look, "Would you hate the world a little less if I go bring us some coffee and pastries from the bakery across the road?"
"Yes. I think something filled with chocolate would make me so full of love that I'd even propose to you for being ever so kind," You give her your best imitation of Taehyung's puppy eyes, batting your eyelashes for extra effect.
Soohyun rolls her eyes, laughing as she opens the door and says, "Careful, Y/n. You shouldn't be throwing out love declarations so recklessly. I don't think your housemates would appreciate it."
You feel yourself flush as she throws a knowing look at your throat, the area not so inconspicuously covered up by yet another scarf. The hickies hidden there pulse under Soohyun's gaze and you have to resist touching your neck to make sure that none of them are showing.
"Please go," You groan, waving a giggling Soohyun out of your office.
There may be weird tension at home but that hasn't stopped any of them from making sure that you're properly scented and marked every day. It has just made things a little more.. complicated.
You rub your face, shaking off any thoughts of the boys as you throw the phone at your desk another glance. You pick it up with a grimace, typing in the first of the four numbers you now know by heart.
Maybe they'll pick up this time.
Only a few more days pass before it becomes glaringly obvious that the canines can't postpone their talk anymore.
You're snuggled up on the couch with Hoseok and Taehyung, the latter resting his head in your lap as you mindlessly play with his orange locks. The dog hybrid has tucked himself into your neck, barely keeping an eye on the TV as he breathes in your lovely, fresh scent. You've only been home for an hour, all too ready to just relax on the couch for the rest of the evening (and the whole weekend, if you can manage) when Yoongi walks into the room, freezes, and sputters, "Shit, it smells like pre-rut in here."
"What?" You look at him with wide eyes, feeling Taehyung stiffen under your touch.
Yoongi scrunches his nose, his puffed-up tail swishing behind him as he says, "Actually, it doesn't just smell, it reeks."
Hoseok leans back just as Taehyung scrambles up from your lap, the two of them staring at each other dumbfounded. Taehyung tucks his tail around his waist, gnawing at his lip as he asks, "But hyung, aren't we a month away from our rut?"
The dog hybrid's ears are pulled back, his expression clearly panicked as his gaze jumps around the room. "We should be, Iâ I don't know! I have been feeling a little off lately but I thought it wasâ uhm, something else."
Hoseok is spared any further explanation as Namjoon walks into the room, a tray of drinks and snacks in his hands. He pauses next to Yoongi as he takes in the sudden distress on his packmates' faces, something that wasn't there just a few minutes ago.
"What's going on?" The low rumble attached to Namjoon's words makes your hair stand on end, his posture screaming defense as his eyes sweep across the room.
"Calm down, big guy," Yoongi rolls his eyes. He takes a step closer to Namjoon, just enough to properly single his scent out from the heavy smell in the living room. He recoils back just as fast, hand covering his nose as he says, "Yeah, that's definitely pre-rut."
"Pre-rut?" Namjoon echoes, his expression just as surprised as the other two. The wolf hybrid's tail slowly begins to tuck between his legs as he thinks, the explanation behind his sudden possessiveness and excessive jealousy suddenly making a lot of sense.
Yoongi swoops in to grab the tray as Namjoon's hands begin to shake, seemingly holding his breath as he walks over to deposit it on the coffee table. Yoongi gives you a look, one that says you know what to do, before he turns with a shake of his head and hurries out of the room.
Judging by their reactions alone, it's clear that none of the boys had noticed it creeping up on them early. It makes sense, you think, considering how preoccupied they seemed with their own feelings. It would be easy to blame any strong emotions on being worried about their bond and not because their ruts were approaching a month too soon.
But, even if they're not ready for it, it seems that time has run out for them.
"Guys.." You clear your throat, "I think you need to have a serious conversation about your bond. It's not really my place to say, but I don't think it'll be healthy for you to go through your ruts without doing that first."
You push yourself off the couch, giving them some space. "Would you like me to stay, or do you want some privacy to talk it out alone?"
"Stay," Hoseok shares a look with his packmates, wringing his hands in his lap as he says, "You might as well hear all of it. There's some things you deserve to know about."
"Okay," You nod, giving them what you hope is a soft, comforting smile, "Should we go to your room? It might be more comfortable to do it there."
You doubt that any of the other packs would venture out to the living room right now with how heavily saturated it is with the canines' scent, but it's probably better to just eliminate that chance altogether. They deserve some peace and quiet for the no doubt difficult conversation they're about to have.
You gently usher them to their room as they all agree, keeping a steady hand on Namjoon's back to move the alpha along. He's dragging his feet along the floor, slowing himself down as much as possible to prolong the inevitable. His head is ducked as you enter their room, his tail pressed firmly between his legs as he takes a seat on the end of the bed. Taehyung takes the spot next to him, leaving space for you and Hoseok at the head of it.
The silence that settles over the room is deafening. They all keep their eyes glued to different sides of the room, their anxiety and fear so strong you don't even have to be a hybrid to be able to pick up on it.
You notice Namjoon's fingers twisting into the fabric of his trousers, his knuckles white from the pressure. His ears have been half-pulled back since he entered the room but now they're flat with his hair, pressed against his skull. Namjoon screws his eyes shut as a rattling breath leaves his lips, the seal he had put on his feelings finally cracking under the pressure it's been under for so many years.
His expression crumbles as he curls in on himself, hands covering his face as he whimpers, "I'm so sorry I couldn't keep my promise."
"Hyung," Taehyung lets out a teary whine as he crawls over to Namjoon's side. He wraps himself around the wolf hybrid's back, rubbing his nose against the back of his neck in an attempt to soothe him.
"What do you mean?" You delicately ask.
"I can't keep pretending that I'm fine, that my f-feelings aren't there," Namjoon stutters over another whimper. "I know that it was necessary in the beginning, I was fine with staying friends and I respected the decision we made â our.. our promise. We had enough on our plate with becoming a pack and trying to stay afloat in the horrible homes we got adopted into."
The wolf hybrid lets out a shuddering breath, his body so small in Taehyung's embrace as he meekly continues, "Our instincts had us stuck in fight mode for so long that there was no room for anything else. But ever since we returned to the shelter and Y/n brought us home, gave us a safe space, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it â how much I want something more from our bond. I can't keep pushing my feelings away anymore, even if they're wrong. I just want to love you. Properly. Wholly, as mates."
Your lips wobble at how utterly distraught Namjoon looks. He appears crushed at his own confession, like he tried his best to pretend he hasn't been in love with his packmates for years; like he really thought he would be able to bury those feelings forever and never talk about them again.
"Joonie hyung," Taehyung murmurs, plastering himself so tight to Namjoon that it looks like he's trying to merge them together. Like he might be able to take some of Namjoon's pain away if he just gets a little closer.
You glance over at Hoseok as you hear him let out a sniffle, a tear running down his cheek before he reaches up to wipe it away. Your heart clenches at the devastated expression on his face, his gaze pained as he watches Taehyung comfort Namjoon.
You offer him your hand for some silent comfort and the dog hybrid latches on to it immediately, his grasp tight around your fingers.
"It's my fault you've both been hurting so much, I'm so sorry," Hoseok whispers brokenly. "You both respected my wishes and allowed me to heal and grow at my own pace. Iâ I can't thank you enough for that."
"I was too much of a coward to bring this conversation up again even though I knew it was my responsibility â that you were waiting for me to be ready. It should have happened a long time ago, I was just.. scared. I couldn't help but think that maybe your feelings had changed, that I had waited too long and you both had moved on."
You squeeze Hoseok's hand as he adverts his eyes, the dog hybrid blinking away the tears clouding his vision. You long to pull all three of them into your arms and soothe their hurt, but you know that the only remedy for their wounds is each other.
"No, hyung!" Taehyung gasps, his protest accompanied by Namjoon's panicked, "Never!"
"You had all right to. I did hold you both back, I robbed you of years you could have spent as mates if it wasn't for me," Hoseok lets out a sad sound, his torn gaze turning to you as he explains, "My file didn't mention this because the shelter thought it would make me look aggressive and un-adoptable, but the truth is that I was used in fighting rings."
Hoseok's grasp around your hand grows tighter as if he's afraid the confession might make you run away.
He gives a sour, humorless chuckle as he gestures to his ears and tail, "As you can tell, my breed isn't exactly fighting material. They didn't care about that though, they just needed someone who would lose easily. And I did â in the beginning. Eventually, I got so tired and angry of being beaten up day after day that I started fighting back; I had picked up enough that it was easy to land a few punches here and there when I needed to."
Your blood feels like it has turned to ice, your pulse thundering in your ears. Fighting rings?
"They didn't like that, though. I was supposed to lose, to be an easy win that would give them money, and getting good at defeating those they pitted against me wasn't part of that deal. So they tried to get rid of me â they almost succeeded too."
Hoseok leads your intertwined hands to the edge of his shirt, the tips of his fingers curling around the hem. He hesitates as he goes to lift it, his ears flattening against his head as he lets out a shuddering breath.
"It's okay, Hoseok," You reassure him, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"No, Iâ" The dog hybrid swallows thickly, "I trust you. I want to show you, it's just.. difficult."
"Okay," You murmur, squeezing his hand, "Take your time, there's no rush."
Hoseok seems to become lost in his own thoughts for a moment, his chest expanding and deflating with a few deep breaths. He eventually turns his head to the side, adverting his eyes to the floor as he finally pulls his shirt up, exposing the side of his stomach to the room.
You can't help the horrified gasp you let out as you take in the deep scars running up and down his abdomen, the healed wounds white and raised against his tan skin.
"Hoseok.." Your voice trembles as you utter his name, heartbroken over all of the pain he must have endured in the past all by himself.
The dog hybrid carefully pulls down his shirt again, covering his scars from view. He gently squeezes your hand in return, just enough to get your gaze to meet his as he flashes you a strained smile.
"Luckily for me, one of the workers at the shelter had been tipped off and found me before it was too late. It... well, it took a long time before I was able to trust anyone, before Joon and Tae were able to break down my walls. They made me feel normal again, like my past didn't define me. I wanted to become mates even before our first attempted adoption, but the string of terrible people who tried to take us home just built my guard higher and higher. It made me realize that I wasn't emotionally or mentally ready for it yet â so they agreed to wait until our situation was better. Until we all felt safe."
You swallow around the heavy lump in your throat, too stunned to formulate a reply. You never expected that Hoseok would have this kind of past. That he's still such a bright and cheery hybrid despite all the abuse he went through. You can't even imagine the amount of strength and resilience Hoseok has to escape a situation like that and still be able to open himself up to others afterward.
"It didn't take long for us to settle in here, despite the uh, disagreements we had at first. I've been ready for a while to take our relationship a step further, but I just couldn't make myself do it. I'm so sorry I let my fear hurt you," Hoseok whimpers as his eyes flicker over to his pack, his ears flat against his head.
"Stop apologizing, Hoseok," Namjoon lets out a strangled growl. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
Taehyung gently pulls away from Namjoon's back, his tail swishing nervously as he repositions himself on the bed. He looks at both of his hyungs, his expression so earnest and filled with admiration that it's no surprise when he blurts, "I love you both."
His cheeks turn rosy as he fiddles with his fingers, "I was more than happy waiting for you hyung, but I need to say it just once. I want to mate you. Both of you. I've been dreaming about it for years."
"Tae," The tight grip Hoseok has around your fingers goes lax at Taehyung's confession. His lips part in surprise, a little hope brimming in his eyes as he only finds honesty on his packmate's face.
You see Namjoon reach up to discreetly wipe his eyes, a beautiful smile blooming on his lips as he's finally allowed to say, "I love you too, Taehyung-ah. And I love you, Hoseok."
He rests one of his hands on his chest, covering his heart. "I love you both so much that it hurts sometimes, but it's a pain that I gladly accept. It's a reminder of how much you mean to me. I still want to be your mate, nothing has ever changed for me."
"Okay," Hoseok whispers.
He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders to look them both in the eye as he softly says, "Then, please be my mates? I love you both too much for our pack to only be platonic. I don't want to miss out on anything anymore â I want everything with you."
You give the dog hybrid's hand a final squeeze before you let him go, happy tears clinging to your lashes as you watch him move down the bed toward his pack. Taehyung throws himself into Hoseok's arms the moment he's close enough, digging his nose into his hyung's neck to scent him properly. He lets out a purr as Hoseok scents him back, his orange tail swishing happily behind his back as he's drenched in one of his mates' scents. The fox hybrid eventually leans back to cup Hoseok's cheeks, his eyes sparkling as he asks, "Can I kiss you, hyung?"
Hoseok immediately ducks down to capture Taehyung's lips with his own. His tail wags as he presses sweet kisses to the fox hybrid's mouth, overjoyed that they're finally sharing something real. The few pecks the pack usually shared during ruts were restrained and careful, never lingering for too long. But now â now they have free reign to show their love as much as they want.
It's the blur of a gray tail moving back and forth that makes you glance over at Namjoon, the alpha looking positively overwhelmed with fondness as he watches his two packmates kiss. He can't stop himself from reaching out for them, running his fingers through their hair or down their backs as he leaves behind a trace of his own scent, letting it intermingle with theirs.
Taehyung purrs louder as he senses Namjoon. He detaches his lips from Hoseok's with a wet pop, his pupils blown wide as he turns to face his alpha.
"Hyung," He says coyly, grabbing Namjoon's arm to pull him into the spot in front of Hoseok. "I want to see my hyungs kiss."
It's almost as if Namjoon has been waiting for permission to finally let go, his last string of self-restraint snapping as he surges forward to slot his mouth with Hoseok's. The dog hybrid makes a pleased sound as their lips meet, his hands wrapping around Namjoon's neck to pull him closer. Hoseok cards his fingers through the long strands, using it for leverage to slow or speed up the kiss as he wishes. The alpha melts into it, completely pliant as he runs his hands over Hoseok's body, content to finally have his packmate in his embrace.
You feel your cheeks flush as you watch them, your fingers picking awkwardly at your trousers as you wonder if it's time to go. While their intentions were sweet by inviting you, it feels like you're intruding on a moment that should be private. It doesn't matter if you wait a few hours before you bring up their rut again. Your heart feels like it can burst from the relief and joy you feel at finally seeing them all together; after all, the boys have been pining over each other for years and they finally just found out that it's reciprocated, so you don't blame them in the slightest for being a little caught up in each other. And you want them to be, they deserve that.
They also deserve to experience this alone, without the prying eyes of a human that doesn't fully understand what it means to go from a platonic to a romantically involved pack.
Just as your eyes glide over to the door, your feet moving to push off the bed, you find yourself caged in by Taehyung, the fox hybrid blocking your exit. He shakes his head as if he knows what you're thinking, grabbing your hands firmly in his.
He runs his thumbs across your knuckles, his eyes twinkling under his long lashes as he shyly ducks his head and says, "I really like you too, Y/n. I know our relationship is newer and that you entered it knowing what we all want from it down the road, but I just want to say that I can't wait for the day that you're our mate too. Being like this is more than enough for now, we'll wait however long it takes until you feel ready, but I just wanted you to know that it's something we want. Desperately."
Hearing Hoseok let out an affirmative sound, you glance over Taehyung's shoulder. There's a happy flush spread across the top of the dog hybrid's cheeks, his lips kissed red. He mindlessly rubs the back of Namjoon's neck, the alpha leaning into his touch as they both look at you.
"Tae is right," Hoseok smiles, "We really do like you a lot, Y/n."
"We do," Namjoon confirms, a deep content rumble sounding from his chest, "We're not saying this to rush anything, we just want you to know."
"Thank you," You give them all a fond look, your heart racing from their thoughtful reassurance and declaration. "I really like all of you, too."
You grin as you see three tails picking up speed. Feeling a gentle peck against your knuckles, you look back at Taehyung. The fox hybrid rubs his face against your skin, turning your hands to allow him easier access to your wrists. He sniffs loudly as he inhales your scent, happy little yips leaving his mouth as he drinks it all in.
While it's sweet that Taehyung enjoys your scent that much, you can't help but notice that the flush in his face is beginning to look a little too intense for it just to be shyness; his hands feeling abnormally warm around yours.
"Tae," You squeeze his fingers, "It feels like you're slowly heating up, so we really do need to talk about your rut before it progresses too much."
The fox hybrid lets out a petulant whine, nipping at your skin to show his displeasure.
"Come here, pup," Namjoon grabs Taehyung around the middle, sliding him back on the bed until he's pressed against the wolf hybrid's chest.
Taehyung grumbles under his breath, his ears flicking back with annoyance from being separated from you. It isn't until Namjoon runs his nose along Taehyung's throat, scenting him, that he calms down. The fox hybrid melts in Namjoon's arms as the alpha uses his fingers to turn his jaw, pressing their lips together. Taehyung looks dazed, almost awestruck, when Namjoon finally pulls away.
"You're right," The wolf hybrid says, rubbing his cheek against Taehyung's, "We do need to talk about it."
"How, uhm, how do you want to do it? I know we've talked about me helping you before, but maybe it would be best for you to experience this one alone as mates first?"
"No," Hoseok's voice is firm, the corner of his lip tugged down in displeasure. "We want you to be there â to join us."
"It would feel incomplete without you," Taehyung pouts, his gaze still clear despite the obvious signs of rut setting in.
"You're part of our pack too," Namjoon adds, flashing you a smile that shows off his dimples, "It wouldn't feel right to do it alone. Our instincts would never settle knowing you're so close but so far out of reach; and I don't think our hearts would, either."
Your stomach flutters with anticipation, your heart racing at the past memories that bubble up to the surface. Since you have spent one rut with Jeongguk and Seokjin you somewhat know what to expect, but you also know that the boys are very different and their dynamics during their rut will likely be that way too. You're spending it with only predators this time around, so while you don't know for sure, you suspect that it might play out a little differently anyway.
"If you're sure, then yes. I would love to spend your rut with you," You smile back. "How long do you have left until it sets in? Do you need me to go out and pick up anything?"
Your mind is already running a mile a minute, trying to make a list of everything you need to get done. You have to tell the other boys, for starters. You do suspect they already know, but it doesn't hurt to have a little chat with them. After such a busy week, it would be nice to spend some time with them before you're locked away for the rest of the weekend. Though you suppose you're lucky this time, there's at least no need for awkward phone calls to Soohyun to make her rearrange your schedule and take time off work.
"Don't leave," You startle at the growl in Namjoon's voice, the wolf hybrid looking just as shocked at the sound he let out.
He awkwardly clears his throat, giving you a bashful smile as he says, "I meanâ Please don't leave the house. I don't think my protective instincts could handle it right now and I'm not exactly in the, uh, soundest of minds to join you outside."
"Of course, Joon, I won't go anywhere," You promise. You have to stifle back a giggle at how cute he looks, his shoulders visibly slumping with relief from your agreement.
Hoseok slips off the bed, offering you a hand to easily pull you up on your feet. He cups your face with his other hand, running his thumb across your cheek as he smiles apologetically and says, "It'll hit tomorrow morning, most likely. But you should sleep here tonight just in case, if that's alright with you. The strong reactions we've had so far today make me think it might set in a little faster."
"That's not a problem at all," You reassure him. "I know we all planned to have a big dinner together today, but you don't have to join if you'd rather spend some time together alone or if it feels like too much with your instincts. I can always bring you some food here."
Hoseok shoots a quick glance over your shoulder, "We'll join you. Probably not for long because we know we smell, but Seokjin hyung has been raving about all of the food he and Yoongi hyung were going to prepare so it feels like a shame to miss out on it. You can spend your evening as normal, just don't forget about us when night comes, yeah?" He grins.
You gently shove his shoulder, "I would never."
"Good," He ducks down, pressing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss, "You should hurry out. I can hear Jeongguk pacing around outside the door. The poor bun must have made tracks in the carpet by now."
"I'll see all of you in a bit then," You squeeze Hoseok's hand before you turn to leave the room, letting out a laugh as you see Namjoon and Taehyung lined up neatly beside the bed, both waiting for their own kiss before you go. You readily comply, your heart skipping a beat at how sweet they are.
You soon find yourself closing the door to the canines' room behind you, jittery energy thrumming under your skin. You've barely taken a step before you're tugged against a firm chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. Letting out a surprised noise, you tilt your head back, just enough to look Jeongguk in the eye.
"Noona," He whines. "Yoongi hyung told me what happened. Are you going to join them?"
"Yeah," You pat his chest, flashing him a smile as he pouts, "It would only be right, wouldn't it? Considering I joined you and Seokjin first."
"I know," He nods, his pout persisting. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to miss you though."
"I know," You echo, "I'll miss you too."
You reach up to card your fingers through his hair, embracing him easily as he tucks his face into your neck. The long inhale he takes of your scent abruptly cuts off, his arms going slack around your waist.
You hurriedly take a step back as he lets out a choked sound, his wide eyes meeting yours as you put some distance between you.
"Are you okay?" You ask, checking him over for anything that might be wrong.
Jeongguk's ears are standing straight up on his head, his nose scrunched up as he stares at your neck. "Wow," He says, "Yoongi hyung was right. They really do smell."
You rub your forehead with a sigh, hiding your smile as Jeongguk waves his hand in front of his nose.
You have a feeling dinner is going to be an interesting affair, to say the least.
a/n: hi!! i'm so excited to finally be back with a new abundance chapter 𼚠the canines finally had their much overdue talk and our mc seems to have hit a roadblock in her case. i would love to know what you think and if you have any theories about what will happen next! đ
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Trouvaille - Chapter Twenty
Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Word Count; 17.2k
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Hello!!! Long-awaited 20 is here!! Honestly this is the longest I've stuck with a fic so I am very honored and lucky to have so many readers willing to wait and enjoy Trouvaille. You all mean the world to me! While Trouvaille will be going on a short hiatus, I will be working on drabbles for the series, so feel free to shoot me some ideas in the meantime. That said, my new fic "Sanctity" will be out in time for fall, and I'm pumped to work on something new and different.
About 20- of course we have the angst, but there are lots of tender moments and humor to patch that up. We have a confession in this update, too, and I hope you all enjoy that scene. It has been highly anticipated đ Love to you all and please enjoy (and thank you!! again for all your support!)
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Silence rang out as Y/N watched Harold Bassâ figure retreat down her porch steps though the stained glass, her heart thundering in her chest painfully and the walls closing in. Was it truly possible that her hybrids could be taken away by such a man? Did a deposit he made on them months ago really hold weight in court? She couldnât even make a motion to grapple for her phone in her pocket to call Ben in a panic, her breath coming out in uneven pants.Â
âA million dollars for seven of us,â Jeongguk broke the stillness, his voice taking on a cold and distant quality that she hadnât heard from him in months. âKind of an offer you canât refuse, honestly, Y/N.â
Flinching like she was shot, Y/N spun around to stare at his stony expression, tears immediately gathering in her eyes. Everything hurt, the idea of her boys getting shipped off to their demise, Jeonggukâs dig, and the way Namjoon couldnât even look at her. Tears slipping down her cheeks, her elk hybridâs demeanor shifted slightly, surprise flashing in his eyes.Â
âHow⌠how could you say that to me?â Y/N asked quietly, devastated. With all the progress she thought she made with Jeongguk and Namjoon, she couldnât understand those reactions. Jeongguk blinked, all of the iciness melting from the wall he put up, Namjoon stiffening when he scented her bitter tears. âHow could you t-think that Iâd ever? Why would you thinkâŚâ
Voice cracking when she spoke, an involuntary sob wracked through her.Â
âShitâŚâ Jeongguk hissed, regretful. Y/N was too busy miserably staring at the floor with tears pouring from her lash line to notice him stepping forward. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have said that.â
Jeonggukâs palm cradled the back of her bowed head, his tattooed fingers sliding through the strands of her hair as he coaxed her into an embrace, her cheek squished against his chest. Pausing, she was stunned when his heavy forearm wrapped around her lower back and drew her even closer. Sniffing, her tears were flowing for a different reason now, her arms hanging limply by her sides as Jeongguk held her.Â
âThat was stupid, I didnât mean it. Iâm so sorry, doll,â Jeongguk rested his chin on the top of her head, Y/N curling her fingers into the front of his tee shirt at the new, tender pet name he offered her. Curiously, her vision still watery, she peered at Namjoon looming over them close by, his fluffy ears sideways and eyebrows knit together. Concerned.Â
âItâsâ itâs okay, as long as you really b-believe Iâd never,â Y/N swallowed, throat raw. âIâd never let him take you from me. Not for anything! No amount of money or threatening lawsuits, weâre a family. Tell me you believe that, please.â
Jeongguk shushed her, his hand sliding from her hair to around her shoulders, squeezing firmly, the action a non-verbal response. Still looking at Namjoon, the wolf hybrid was all soft edges after hearing how Y/N resolutely stated that she thought of them as family.Â
âI believe you,â Jeongguk murmured, giving her one last pat on her shoulder before releasing her, his shirt pulling out of her sweaty fists. âDonât cry anymore.â
âSorry,â Y/N mumbled, cheeks flaming. Namjoon growled, Y/N glancing at him nervously, gasping when he was inches from her face. âJoonââ
Namjoon cupped one of her cheeksâ still dampâ and lowered his face to hers, Y/Nâs breath catching in her throat. Reflexively, her eyelids dropped shut when his warm breath washed over the side of her face, and when his full lips pressed against her temple resolutely, her eyes flew back open. Namjoon had never kissed her, and sure, she had brushed one against his cheek before, but he was more than used to her being the more affectionate one in the dynamic. Her tears dried up immediately, Namjoonâs long fingers caressing beneath her jaw.Â
âOh,â was all she could breathe, his lips on her skin warm and supple, and the gesture seemed calculated and sure.Â
âY/N, your friend, Ben. Heâd be able to help us with this, right?â Namjoon stretched back up to his full height, smoothing her hair that Jeonggukâs fingers had just mussed back into place gently.Â
âY-yes. Iâll call him⌠heâll do everything he can. Heâs taken on cases involving hybrids before,â Y/N finally shook off her surprise and dismay, reaching for one of Namjoonâs hands and one of Jeonggukâs, too, holding on tight. Then, there was thundering footsteps smacking against the wooden floorboards.
âWhat happened?â Yoongi was flying down the stairs, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the two hybrids hiding Y/N from his view. The leopard hybrid walked into the heavy scent of Y/Nâs fear and despair as soon as he opened the door to the music room, and his fight or flight kicked in. At that moment, he wanted to fight. âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
Yoongi, even though he was smaller than the two hybrids shielding her from his view, shouldered past them with urgency, Jeongguk stumbling back a few feet due to the force of Yoongiâs shove. If she wasnât overwhelmed with emotion, she would have giggled at the look of astonishment on Jeonggukâs face. There was a deep crease between Yoongiâs eyebrows as he grit his teeth at the tear tracks on her cheeks, and Y/N could practically see steam coming out of his ears.Â
âDid you two say something to her?â Yoongiâs voice was dangerously low, the words spat out between his teeth. Oh, he was furious.Â
Quickly, Y/N shook her head, grabbing Yoongiâs wrist before he could lunge at Jeongguk. Posture coiled, he looked down at her, everything about him positively feline and predatory.Â
âNo, angel, they didnât do anything! Um, let me explain⌠how do I..â
âWe had an uninvited guest,â Jeongguk recovered from being shoved, rubbing his shoulder where Yoongi barreled into.Â
âWho?â
âThe motherfucker that wanted to adopt us before Y/N. The one that probably would have killed us. He found the house somehow,â Jeongguk grimaced, Yoongiâs tail going ramrod straight in shock. âApparently he was the spam caller, he wants to buy us all off of Y/N.â
A pause, Yoongiâs eyes turning into slits as he tried to determine whether or not Jeongguk was telling the truth, before the leopard hybrid scoffed sharply.Â
âThatâs ridiculous. Weâve been legally adopted, he canât do that. Only if he has proof of some kind of abuse Y/N has put us through orââ
âA legally binding document,â Namjoon finished for Yoongi, his arms crossed over his chest.Â
âRight, which doesnât exist. Y/N got to us before he did. Why does this guy think he has any kind of claim to stake over us? After all these months?â
âI donât know, heâs a hedge fund douchebag. He said he made a deposit on us and is actually willing to take Y/N to fucking court,â Jeongguk rubbed his temples, trying to wrap his head around the situation.Â
Sure, Y/Nâs friend Ben was a very successful lawyer, but with people like Harold Bass and their never-ending supply of money and privilege, the elk hybrid was worried. Yoongi turned a touch green, Y/N able to feel his pulse racing through the grip she had on his wrist.Â
âWait, whatâs going on?â Hoseok jogged into the foyer, a layer of sweat coating his golden skin. He had been gone for a few hours to run around the neighborhood, and must have come into the house from the back door. âWhat are you guys talking about, court? Jesus, you all reek of doom.â
Hoseokâs upturned nose twitched, his russet ears flattening against his head when he saw Y/Nâs lower lip begin to quiver. Jeongguk cleared his throat and repeated what he told Yoongi minutes prior, Hoseokâs constant tail wagging going completely still.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Hoseok breathed, staring at Y/N with alarm. âHe must have gotten our address from Gerry. Thatâs the only way he could have found us⌠hold on.â Something dawned on him, remembering something from his run when he turned down the street they lived on.Â
âWhen I was heading back, not even fifteen minutes ago. Fancy car was driving by, but slowed down when I was passing. The rear window rolled down and this dude started saying some creepy-ass shit to me. He had a gold tooth. Stuff like that happens to me every once in a while, so I just blew him off and kept running. Was that him?âÂ
Horror washed over Y/N. What if Harold Bass attempted to abduct Hoseok? Bile rising in her throat, she released Yoongiâs wrist and reached for her fox hybrid, palms settling on the slick skin of his biceps.Â
âHe just talked to you? He didnât get out of the car or try to touch you, did he? What did he say?â Y/N rapid-fired, scanning his entire body for any sign of something wrong.Â
âNo, he didnât get out of the car, I ran away before he could. Iâm fine, darling,â Hoseokâs mouth flattened into a line, patting the back of one of her hands. âI didnât really catch much of what he was saying. The usual, for guys like him. Calling me an âanimalâ, something about how Iâd be a tricky one to âcatchâ or whatever. Probably referring to sport hunting, now that I know who he is.â
âIâm gonna be sick,â Y/Nâs voice was faint, blood draining from her face. Urgently, she barrelled to the powder room off of the foyer, her knees slamming against the tile floor when the contents of her breakfast made a second appearance in the toilet bowl.Â
As she was heaving, she felt someone gather up her hair in their fist, a free hand gently rubbing her back. Crying again, this time because of the way nausea was curling in her gut, she heard the tap running and the sounds of a washcloth being rung out. Once there was nothing left for her to heave up, she shakily flushed the toilet, sitting back on her heels.Â
âHere,â a damp cloth was placed in front of her face, Y/N gawking at the fabric blankly. A rough sigh came from the hybrid holding it, bending to kneel beside Y/N. âItâs alright, doll.â
Jeongguk used a thumb and a forefinger to pinch her chin, angling her face towards him, a concentrated line making up his mouth when he used the cool cloth to dab around her face. Simply staring at him, attempting to catch her breath, she felt the elk hybrid swipe the cold sweat from her brow before he mopped up the saliva around her lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Yoongi and Hoseok lingering by the bathroom door, both of them displaying animalistic anxiety with the movements of their tails and positioning of their ears.Â
âSorry,â Y/N squeaked, feeling like she had made their nerves worse by getting physically sick on them. She found a spare bottle of mouthwash under the sink, taking a pause to rinse out her mouth. âSometimes that happens when Iâm really anxious. Thanks, Jeongguk.â
âDonât be sorry,â Hoseok answered for Jeongguk, watching the elk hybrid toss the washcloth in the hamper and offering his hand to Y/N in order to help her to her feet. Limbs trembling, she let Hoseok pull her up, an arm around her waist to keep her upright. âWeâll figure this out, darling. Donât you worry.â
âWhere did Joon go?â Y/Nâs throat was scratchy, noticing his absence when Hoseok led her back into the hall. She watched Yoongi march towards the direction of her bedroom with purpose, her fox hybrid herding Y/N close behind him.Â
âHe went to deliver the news to the others outside. Jimin and Seokjin were in the garden and I think Taehyung was chopping firewood,â Yoongi grunted, rummaging through Y/Nâs dresser determinedly. âHoseok, can you make her some tea?â
Hoseok whistled, squeezing Y/Nâs waist and leaving her in her bedroom alone with Yoongi. Holding onto the wall, she eyed her leopard hybrid warily, having a good idea what he was thinking about. Yoongi wasnât the type to be afraid of things; heâd watch horror movies with Y/N, unflinchingly carry spiders outside, and chop vegetables with a cleaver while maintaining eye contact with whoever was talking to him. But Y/N knew there was one thing that scared him to death: the possibility of being separated from her.Â
âYoongi, Iâm going to call Ben. I want to get ahead of this. Ben might have a way to get this guy out of our life before we even see a courthouse,â Y/N announced firmly, reaching for her phone on her nightstand.Â
âCome here,â Yoongiâs voice was barely above a whisper, Y/N turning to look at him curiously. He stood close, and stacked a soft pair of sweatpants and a slouchy tank top on her bed, his familiar purrs filling the room when she obeyed his request. âLetâs get you changed, baby. Wait for Namjoon to tell the other three what happened before you talk to Ben.â
Y/N nodded, distractedly popping the button of her jeans open. Yoongi helped her out of them, his eyes not darkening like they usually did when he saw her in such a state of undress, Y/N shivering when his cool fingertips slid beneath her sweater. Gingerly, he peeled the garment off of her, and Y/N let him dress her like a Barbie dollâ she suspected he was deeply focusing on the task to make himself feel better. Once he tied the strings of her sweatpants, Y/N took his face in her palms.Â
âNo one's gonna take you from me, you got that?â Y/N brushed her thumbs over his cheekbones, his hazel eyes glittering. Long hair falling forward as he leaned down, Yoongi kissed her lower lip softly, his hands stroking up the length of her spine.Â
 âI know you wonât go down without a fight, baby,â Yoongi murmured, pulling her in for a hug and resting his face in the crook of her neck.Â
âI hope it doesnât come to that,â Y/N admitted, pressing her cheek over Yoongiâs heart so the steady beating would calm her. âI love you all too much to not give that motherfucker the fight of his life.â
Y/N expected Yoongi to snort at her comment, but he didnât. If anything, he paused, pulling away from her slightly. Confused, she accepted her phone from him, his free hand clasped with hers.Â
âWe should put Ben on speaker in the living room. He might have some advice for all of us,â Yoongi began to escort her to the parlor, his tail curling around the back of her leg securely.Â
Silently agreeing, she searched for Ben in her contacts, catching a whiff of a familiar cologne as they walked through the hallway. Sandalwoodâ Taehyung. Namjoon must have swallowed some pride to drag him back into the house. Biting her lip, she wondered how he took the news, wondering if that would be the straw that broke his back. As if sensing her thoughts, Yoongi tightened his grip on her hand, perhaps encouragingly. Everyone was standing around in the living room, Seokjin looking like he was about to pass away and Jiminâs leg bouncing nervously. Without a word, Y/N dialed the number, placing the phone on the coffee table gravely.Â
âY/N! How are you, honey?â
âIâve been better,â Y/N glanced at Taehyung, who was staring out into the backyard, the Kodiak hybrid unseeing, like he was neither here nor there. âSomething happened, I need your help.â
The first thing Ben suggested was filing a temporary restraining order against Harold Bass, which he was promptly in the process of taking care of for her. Ben told her that the fact that the man took it upon himself to harass her with phone calls, show up at their house, and make indirect threats to Namjoon, Jeongguk, and Hoseok was plenty of evidence to file the order. Y/N sent screenshots of the amount of times Harold tried to call her. If they did end up at the courthouse, Ben said he could get a recording of the time Y/N had actually picked up the phone and talked to Harold and use that in her defense.Â
Benâs calm tone and reassuring words did wonders to ease not only her mind, but seemed to get her boys to relax somewhat. The lawyer sounded confident that even if Harold Bass managed to take them to court, he wouldnât be able to take the boys from her with a mere deposit slip, considering how long the hybrids had already legally been under her care. Ben told her to take things easy for the following days, perhaps staying close to or inside of their home, advising Hoseok to pause his runs around the neighborhood and making sure that their house alarms were working.Â
In the days that followed, Y/N and the boys stuck closely together. Thankfully it was the weekend, so trips to the rec center were unnecessary, and Y/N even arranged for groceries to be delivered to the house. The backyard was fenced in as well, so when the boys got a little itchy to stretch their legs and be outside, they could do so freely. Y/N felt horrible that they werenât able to do things that they normally did during the weekends; like go into the city for dinner, see a movie, or shop in the town square. If any of them were bummed out about it, none of them let it show.Â
Jeongguk took it upon himself to set up Pentagon-level security in the house, ordering Ring cameras, setting up lights that would automatically turn on if anyone approached the entrances inside, and monitored the cameras in the downstairs office like the Secret Service. He hadnât so much as mentioned anything paranormal related since Harold Bass turned up on their porch.Â
Namjoon, too, had upped the intensity with security. He would linger by all the doors for hours, looking out the windows, making sure things were locked up tight. Y/N caught him in the office one day, his teeth bared, asking Jeongguk to order more locks to install on the front and back doors.Â
As for her two feline hybrids, there was hardly a moment where one of them wasn't glued to her side. Truthfully, her alone time (not that she necessarily craved it) was reserved for when she needed to use the bathroom or bathe. Every night Seokjin and Yoongi would curl around either side of her body, not being able to bear sleeping without her until Harold Bass was out of their lives for good.Â
It was only when Ben called her Saturday afternoon to tell her the temporary restraining order had gone through that everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. One of the positive things that came with the recent bumps in the road was Taehyung being around more often. He started to make an appearance during their nightly movies, and didnât skip meals anymore. While he hardly spoke unless it was absolutely necessary, Y/N counted his presence as a silver lining.Â
However, that same Saturday evening was when Y/N had asked Laura to come over and assess the situation with Taehyung as a third party, followed by watching her son Kai for a few hours while she and her husband went out for dinner and a movie. Paired with the good news of the restraining order, Y/N actually grinned when she swung the front door open to reveal one of her best friends, holding her son on one hip and balancing a diaper bag on the other. Behind her, Y/N could see Tylerâ Lauraâs husbandâ lugging some kind of play mat up the porch steps.Â
âIs this your way of asking me if I can watch him for the weekend while you two go to Sandals or something?â Y/N made grabby hands for Kai, a sweet toddler with dark coily curls similar to his Auntie Aliceâs.Â
Laura snorted, passing him over easily, Y/N cooing and nestling the boy on her hip. Kai sleepily rested his rounded cheek into the crook of Y/Nâs neck while she ushered his parents inside, Jimin appearing from his bedroom to take the diaper bag from Laura. Jimin, Hoseok, and Seokjin were the best with children out of all of her hybrids. It was likely Jimin had such a way with them considering his upbringing on the ranch with his own family. Hoseok loved to goof off, and kids being around was the perfect excuse to be wacky.Â
As for Seokjin, kids were drawn to him like a magnet. Probably because he was so sweet, gentle, and shy. Y/N had noticed a frequent expression of longing whenever she and Seokjin were in a store together and they encountered a baby in a stroller. She hadnât explicitly talked to Seokjin about it, but she was pretty sure he wanted kids in the future. The thought of a tiny version of her and Seokjin, maybe one with his ears, nearly made her trip into the living room with Kai still in her arms.Â
âAw, look how big heâs getting!â Hoseok exclaimed in a silly voice, wiggling his fingers against Kaiâs tummy when Y/N came into the parlor.Â
Not everyone was present, Namjoon and Jeongguk were in the van doing a little research on the hotel they were to investigate in the near future, and Yoongi was stress-baking in the kitchen like he had been doing for the past several days. Y/N had never eaten so many cookies in her entire life.Â
âCan you believe it? Heâll be in preschool before we know it,â Laura was helping Tyler roll out the mat on the floor, one with shapes, colors, and animals labeled on it.Â
âMomma, a fox! He has ears,â Kai pointed a chubby index finger at Hoseokâs head, his triangular appendages twitching when the childâs attention were on them fully.Â
âThatâs right, honey. Thatâs Hoseok, Auntie Y/Nâs friend,â Laura took Tylerâs hand to help her up, Hoseok making an odd chirping sound when his name was called. âHeâs a fox hybrid. Look over here, see whoâs helping daddy? Thatâs Jimin, heâs a coyote hybrid.â
It had been so long since Y/N had seen Kai, she didnât realize how much his vocabulary had expanded. He was wiggling in Y/Nâs grip, so she gently lowered him to the ground, where he hurried over to Jimin placing some of the childâs toys on the mat. Jimin didnât even flinch when Kai accidentally tread over the coyote hybridâs sandy tail, which had Y/N cringingâ if she knew anything about the sensitivity of hybrid tails, she knew that that must have hurt like a bastard.Â
âHello Seokjin! Taehyung, you too! I havenât seen any of you since Taehyungâs birthday party in December,â Laura sat on the couch beside Y/N, taking stock of how many of the hybrids were in the room. Taehyung lingered in his usual spot at the back of the room, the settee by the window overlooking the backyard, while Seokjin was glued to Y/Nâs other side on the couch, naturally. âSo, how have things been? I heard about⌠that unsavory man. Ben will kick his butt though.â
âI have no doubt about that, Iâve seen him demolish Hoseok with sarcastic banter. He must be an amazing lawyer,â Jimin pointed out cheerfully. The coyote hybrid had attempted to be upbeat ever since finding out about Harold Bass, which Y/N appreciated. âThat aside, next time youâre here during the day, we can show you two and Kai the garden and the stable. Do you think heâd like to meet the horses?â
âOh, absolutely. He loves animals and hybrids. Canât you tell how excited he is to be around you? And little Daisy has become one of his best friends,â Laura leaned back, subtly glancing at Taehyung behind her shoulder. Y/N was glad he hadnât snuck from the room already, though with hybrid perceptivity, he could definitely tell Laura was no threat to him. âKai, gentle! Remember what I told you about their ears?â
Indeed, Kai was climbing on one of Jiminâs thighs as the hybrid sat on the floor, his toddler-sized fists reaching for Jiminâs ears that were flopping forward cutely.Â
âItâs okay, Iâve had my share of young ones on the ranch tug at my ears. Iâm used to it,â Jimin shrugged, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, letting Kai scratch behind his ears easily. âAre you two going out?â
âAh, yes. I made reservations for us at a place near the theater in town. Weâre going to catch a movie after. Laur, Iâll start the car while you say goodbye?â Tyler gave Kai a hair ruffle, waving good-naturedly to everyone in the room. âThanks for watching him, we really appreciate it!â
There was a squawk coming from Hoseok on the leather recliner when Kai chose to amble towards Seokjin rather than the fox hybrid gesturing wildly, Y/N giggling at Hoseokâs faux-devastated expression.Â
âUp!â Kai lifted his arms in the air, staring at Seokjin determinedly with his wide chocolate brown eyes. âCat!â
Seokjin froze from beside Y/N, who was trying her very best not to laugh at her jaguar hybrid, who looked like he didnât know whether to shit or go blind.Â
âItâs okay, Seokjin, you can pick him up,â Laura encouraged, Seokjin tentatively leaning forward, his forearms flexing when he gingerly lifted the child into the air, Kai curling into his lap and the crook of his elbow immediately. âHe just likes to snuggle. Itâs his nap time right about now, Iâll scoot as soon as his eyes get heavy.â
Y/N had a hard time focusing on anything but Kai nestled in Seokjinâs arms. Subconsciously, Seokjinâs sleek black tail curled around the boyâs lap protectively, soothing purrs vibrating from his chest. The tender expression on Seokjinâs face, one that Y/N was more than used to by now, had her melting into the velvet fabric of the couch.Â
âAw, Jinnie, he likes you, cat,â Hoseok teased, recovering from Kai not choosing him to take his late afternoon nap on. âYouâd make a decent dad, huh?â
Seokjinâs purrs grew louder, Y/N chewing on her lip and not missing the very pointed look Seokjin gave her; feline sunset eyes burningâ a look that had her heart swelling and something warm blooming in her gut.
âYeah, I donât think he knows the word âjaguarâ quite yet,â Laura stood and stretched her legs, turning her keen eyes onto Taehyung awkwardly perched on his settee with an old camera to fiddle with, who hadnât made a peep yet, effectively distracting Y/N. âHow's the photography club going, Taehyung? Y/N tells me youâre amazing!â
âO-oh. I donât know about that⌠itâs fun, thoughâŚâ Taehyung couldnât maintain eye-contact with Laura for more than a few seconds, pulling his threadbare beanie down further over his forehead, but Y/N was relieved that he responded at all. âThanks for asking, though.â
Laura waved him off with a smile, adjusting her scarf. Y/N texted Laura earlier to tell her she decided to put a hold on her doing conflict resolution at that particular moment. Y/N didnât think it would be wise to stress Taehyung out even more on top of the legal issues they were caught in the middle of. Besides, with Taehyung being around her more often, especially since his fuckup forgetting Hoseok and Yoongi at the rec center, Y/N had a feeling he was starting to come around again.Â
âOkay, Iâm going to try and sneak off. Heâs a pretty heavy sleeper, so feel free to put on movies or whatever! I should be back here no later than 10,â Laura murmured quietly, Kaiâs eyes shut and his small body slumped onto Seokjinâs chest, the jaguar hybrid soothingly rubbing circles on the kidâs back.Â
âWait, Laura,â a voice came from the kitchen, and Yoongi emerged with a large tupperware and was covered in flour and caramel. âHere, take these for later. I have like four more batches on the way.â
âAngel, youâre gonna give us all diabetes. Please relax, take a shower and turn the oven off,â Y/N sighed, getting up to untie the frilly apron Yoongi had been wearing since the sun rose that morning.Â
âDonât listen to her. If you ever start selling these, let me know,â Laura countered, a cookie sticking out of her mouth as she headed towards the front door, her collarbone-length braids swishing as she walked. âSee you all soon, have a nice night in!â
Laura shut the front door behind her, and promptly, the new security system chimed as it armed the house, and Namjoon appeared out of nowhere in the foyer to turn the three separate locks with a grunt.Â
âHey Bug, why donât you come and watch a movie with us? I can tell youâve been reading all day, your eyes are super watery,â Y/N was in the middle of pushing Yoongi towards the stairs, cringing at the tacky caramel that was clinging to the ends of his long locks. âYoongi, please go up and shower. If this caramel dries in your hair and I have to cut it Iâll weep for two weeks.â
Mumbling, Yoongi gave her a sugar-sticky kiss on the back of her hand, trudging up the stairs with his tail wrapped around one of his legsâ something he did when he was exhausted. Y/N predicted heâd probably fall asleep in his towel on his bed, leaving her to check on and dress him before she retired himself.Â
âDonât you get to pick the movie tonight?â Jeongguk emerged from the kitchen with a cookie in his hand while he addressed Namjoon, crumbs collecting in the corners of his mouth.Â
âAh. I might have to push your night to tomorrow, Joon. Kai, Lauraâs son is here, Iâm watching him for the night⌠we should probably put on some kind of cartoon movie,â Y/N passed her palm over Namjoonâs upper arm, the wolf hybrid pushing his blue-light glasses up the bridge of his nose. âI know you wanted to watch Blue Velvet tonight. Tomorrow, I promise.â
âI donât mind, Y/N. Iâm probably too tired to understand anything that requires more brain power than Beauty and the Beast,â Namjoon blinked languidly, Y/N noticing the pen ink covering his fingertips. âAt least research took my mind off things.â
âWell thatâs good! Iâd love to see what youâve found out so far, in the morning over coffee, how does that sound?â Y/N felt the two hybrids follow her back into the living room, Namjoon double-checking the locks on the front door again.Â
âI take it that paranormal topics are off-limits while the kid is here,â Jeongguk had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black sweats, so close behind her that his caramel-scented breath wafted over the sensitive skin of her neck.
âI wouldnât say that. Heâs currently asleep on Seokjinâs lap. Just keep it down and if he wakes up, change the subject,â Y/N pointed at Seokjin, who was still in the exact spot she left him in, Kai drooling on his white tee shirt.Â
âWell, can I drink? Itâs Saturday night, and heâs got seven other babysitters,â Jeongguk lifting a pierced brow and nodding towards the bar cart in the corner of the room.Â
âGo nuts. I mean, donât get whacked or anything. I wonât ask you to play pat-a-cake with him when he wakes up, like you said, heâs got seven other babysitters.â
Grumbling, Jeongguk stalked by Seokjin and Kai, sifting through the bottles of liquor on the cart for his favorite gin. Jimin, while Jeonggukâs back was turned, made a dramatic look of great distaste. The coyote hybrid didnât approve of drinking around children, even if they were asleep.Â
âLetâs go with what you mentioned earlier, Joonie. I think I have Beauty and the Beast in my library somewhereâŚâ Y/N slowly lowered herself beside Seokjin, hoping she wouldnât jolt Kai awake, Namjoon clumsily copying her movements to land on her free side.
Because Namjoon was such a clutz, it wasnât often that he was able to snag a spot beside herâ he was lucky that Yoongi was still showering shortening off of his body. If Namjoon was uncomfortable that his right arm was pressed firmly against her left and his large frame crammed against the armrest, his expression gave away nothing.
Halfway through the movie, Y/N slightly dozing off on Seokjinâs shoulder, she cracked an eye open to the sound of a shutter going off. Taehyung was on one knee, snapping a picture of Kai on Seokjinâs lap, Y/N realizing that the child had one hand wrapped around Seokjinâs tail, and the other around her pointer finger. Smiling lazily, she was too comfortable to say anything, so she let Taehyung take pictures until he settled back down on the floor to watch the rest of the movie.Â
When Laura returned a few hours later, Kai stacking blocks on his mat with Jimin, her cheeks were rosy and several of the hybrids were reluctant to give the toddler back, mainly Jimin and Seokjin. Â
âHmm, maybe Iâll have to drop him off here more often,â Laura held Kai in her arms, the boyâs eyes starting to fill when Jimin began to wave goodbye.Â
âWeâll watch him whenever you need!â Seokjin blurted instantly, his cheeks turning pink when he realized how loudly he spoke. Laura simply brightened up, turning to her husband.Â
âMaybe we can start having our bi-weekly dates again, if thatâs the case,â Laura snickered, Kai calling out for Jimin and âCatâ. He wasnât able to precisely pronounce Seokjinâs name yet, which Hoseok teased him for the entire night. âAlright, itâs past his bedtime. Thanks again, Y/N. Iâm buying all of you dinner next time I see you, okay?â
âNight Laura, drive safe,â Y/N waved, choking down a smirk when Namjoon closed the door tightly, the three deadbolts sliding into place smoothly. âThanks for being good sports tonight, guys!â
âIt was fun. Heâs a cute kid,â Hoseok was leaning against the door to the basement, where his room was. âI think he was kinda spooked by Goth Bambi, though.â
âThe fuck did you just say? I know your dumbass isnât referring to me,â Jeongguk barked, his tapered ears fluttering furiously. That time, Y/N couldnât bite back her smirk. âYou better lock yourself in your foxhole, motherfucker.â
Hoseok whistled his signature tune, not intimidated in the slightest, quick on his feet to do just that before Jeongguk could even take a step forward.Â
âYouâre laughing? Youâre really laughing. I wiped vomit off your face, kiddo,â Jeongguk crossed his inked arms over his chest, Y/N screwing her mouth shut and eyeing the tiny bumps that were beginning to grow where his antlers once were. Truly, in a few weeks, heâd look exactly like Goth Bambi.Â
âThatâs good. Iâm changing your contact info to that,â Y/N wiped a tear from her eye, pulling her phone from her pocket.Â
âIâm blocking your ass,â Jeongguk threatened, sticking his pierced tongue right back out at her when she flashed hers at him first.Â
âNo you wonât. Who else will watch those Youtube videos about shadow people if not me?â Y/N countered, dodging a flick to her forehead. âItâs late, munchkins. Iâm gonna check on Yoongi and head into bed myself. Letâs do something fun tomorrow, since the restraining order is in place.â
âThat would be nice, I heard thereâs a farmerâs market in the town square in the morning. We should go, Y/N, see if they have potted plants that you wanted for the patio,â Jimin suggested, rubbing his eyes tiredly but his tail still swishing contentedly.Â
âPerfect, letâs do it!â Y/N agreed, watching Taehyung slip up the stairs with a glass of water and his headphones on, Jeongguk not far behind him and still bitching about Hoseokâs comment. âMm. Iâm gonna follow him so I can make sure Yoongiâs doing alright. Night Jimin, Joonie!â
Namjoon nodded, beginning his rounds to make sure all the windows and doors were sealed before slipping into his bedroom, while Jimin wished her sweet dreams as he always did. The only one left in the foyer with her was Seokjin, who clasped a hand over her elbow to escort Y/N up the stairs.Â
âYoongi pass out again? Heâs really living up to feline stereotypes,â Seokjin joked, shaking blue black waves out of his eyes and slowing down his pace so Y/N could keep up.Â
âMmm? You nap more than he does, Seokjinnie. On the other hand, he gets sort of narcoleptic after a hot shower,â Y/N teased, gaze lingering on the glittery chain dangling from his earlobeâ a new earring she hadnât seen before, one that nearly brushed his jutting collarbone.Â
âI guess thatâs true⌠you should nap with me next time, my pretty girl,â Seokjinâs smile was easy, squeezing her midsection for a goodnight hug.Â
âSure thing,â Y/N hummed, regretfully pulling away. âGet some sleep, honey.â
Seokjin saluted her, slinking into his bedroom, and Y/N was trailing through the winding hallways of the second floor to the west tower bedroom where Yoongi slept. His lights were still on, but there was no sound coming from behind the door, so Y/N tip-toed in as quietly as she could.Â
Her psychic skills must have been getting stronger by the day, because her leopard hybrid was starfished on his bed in nothing but a towel, his phone tossed beside him. Rolling her eyes playfully, she retrieved pajamas from his dresser, not exactly keen on waking him up, but not wanting him to wake up with a cold from laying in a wet towel all night.Â
âBaby, come on. Iâll tuck you in,â Y/N whispered directly into one of his spotted ears, brushing a kiss over one of his eyebrows. The effect was immediate, a grumbly purr coming from the back of Yoongiâs throat, his eyebrows pulling together under her lips and a veined hand shooting out to grab her hip. âI know youâre awake. I got you pajamas, can you sit up for me?â
âDepends. Do I get a kiss?â
âWhat are you, Sleeping Beauty?â Y/N rolled her eyes again, though pressed a simple kiss to his lower lip anyways. âThere. Sit up, please.â
Yoongi did as he was told, looking at her through sleepy, lidded eyes, his hair still slightly damp. Hoping her gulp wasnât audible, seeing him in just a towel and a silver chain, Y/N held his soft tee shirt and pulled it over his head, his ears popping up adorably through the neck hole.Â
âUh, here. Iâll turn around,â Y/N muttered, tossing his sweats and boxers on his lap, and as soon as possible she spun to face the wall. Yoongi scoffed incredulously, though Y/N refused to turn around.
âWhy bother facing the wall?â Yoongi questioned, the coils in his mattress squeaking as he got up. Y/N shuddered when he tossed the towel at her feet, her skin tingling. âItâs not like you havenât seen my cock before.â
âYoongi,â Y/N hissed, face hot as an iron. âJust put your pants on!â
âYou sure?âÂ
âStop being a pervert,â Y/N covered her eyes with her hands, listening for the sounds of the leopard hybrid stepping into the clothing she picked out. âYou decent?â
âUnfortunately.â
âUgh,â Y/N tentatively looked over her shoulder, Yoongi by his nightstand table, plugging in his phone. âEven though youâre a hybrid, sometimes I forget youâre still a man.â
âCanât help it. Not when my girl is so gorgeous,â Yoongi shrugged, collapsing on his bed. âYou sleeping in here?âÂ
âHow do I know you wonât seduce me?â Y/N crossed her arms, tsking. âThereâs a few things I wanna do before I go to sleep. Tomorrow night, okay, angel?â
Yoongi humphed, rolling over on his side to face away from her. Chuckling, she shut off his lamp, making sure he was tucked in. Exchanging âI love yousâ, Y/N left his room, creeping down to her own bedroom. After a quick shower, she lit a candle on her bedside table, settling in for a meditation session to keep her nerves in check before passing out face-down, hopefully dreamlessly.Â
Sunday morning, Y/N decided to take Jiminâs advice to check out the early spring farmerâs market in the town square, just so everyone could get some fresh air and scenery. With all eight of them loaded up into the Land Cruiser, the trunk full of reusable bags for produce, and sunny pop music on, the general mood was lighter than it had been in quite some time.
It was almost April, small buds dotting all of the trees around the shops, a clean, floral scent in the air. That morning, she was actually able to have her coffee outside due to how pleasant the temperature was, while Namjoon offered her a thick stack of notes he had taken on the bed and breakfast they were going to investigateâ apparently called the George Parkman House. Not having too much time to leaf through the packet the wolf hybrid complied, considering the farmerâs market ended at noon and it would be a miracle to get Hoseok up and ready before then, she elected to discuss specifics with the two of them when they got back.Â
With the coming of spring, there were several things to think about, not just a potential lawsuit that was a dark cloud in their lives. Taehyungâs important spring expo was coming up, there was a basketball tournament Yoongi was coaching and participating in, and sheâd be spending more time than ever in the backyard garden. Jimin offered to give her more riding lessons, which she couldnât turn down. Lastly, she had to have a conversation with Seokjin about their upcoming trip to New York, since the date they planned to go was coming up fast. Recalling it from yesterday morning, she gripped her steering wheel tightly and tried to ignore Namjoon side-eyeing her. Â
âPretty, can we talk?â Seokjin appeared timid, his strong eyebrows bunching together.Â
âWhat about?â Y/N put the rake down that she was holding, tending to the herb garden with her jaguar hybrid. In the distance, she could hear Jimin taking one of the horses for a jaunt around the trails, hooves clomping down on the damp grass.Â
âOur trip to visit Hannah. I think it should wait, we can reschedule for May or something,â Seokjin scratched behind one of his ears, placing a clump of weeds in the compost bin he dragged over earlier. âUntil we sort out this legal situation. BesidesâŚâ
âBesides?â Y/N encouraged, leaning into one of his strong shoulders and enjoying the sun on her face. She found the little things kept her spirits up, those days.Â
âUm⌠remember how I said that in April it might beâŚâ
âOh!â Y/N straightened up, the tips of her ears burning. She hadnât thought about anything remotely sexual in days, so she had completely forgotten about Seokjinâs apparent upcoming rut.Â
âY-yeah. That. I donât want to be away from home when it happens, if thatâs alright.â
âOf course it is, Seokjin. Anything you need or anything I can prepare, let me know,â Y/N held onto his hand seriously, pushing aside bashfulness in order to assure him.Â
âUh. Well, the others. What are we going to do about them? Iâm not sure how long itâll last, and. Hybrids need privacy during their ruts, especially mated ones.â
Y/N paused, eyes going round, soaking in every inch of Seokjinâs gorgeous face. Did he just implyâŚ
âWhat about that building, there? You think we could stay there?â Seokjin pointed off into the distance with a crooked finger, Y/Nâs heart beating out of her chest between the statement he made still sinking in and the way he was speaking so nonchalantly.Â
Following the line of his finger when her thoughts were interrupted, she spotted the small guesthouse by the pond, the one she had yet to renovate into the movie room for them to hang out in during the summer months. The rounded building, equipped with a first floor made up of a space to sit, a kitchenette, and a tiny bathroom, the second floor a simple loft, would be a pretty good isolated space away from other ears. It solved Seokjinâs desire to stay home, but have enough privacy. Prior to even considering that guesthouse, she toyed with the idea of getting a hotel room, but she knew Seokjin wouldnât be keen on that. The guesthouse seemed like the best option.Â
âI⌠Iâd need to make a few improvements on it in the next week or so, and clean it out. But I think thatâll work,â Y/N replied quietly, her skin still on fire. Should she bring up the fact that he might have referred to her as his mate? Before she could open her mouth, Seokjin spoke again.Â
âOkay, that makes me feel better,â Seokjinâs broad shoulders relaxed down several inches, offering her a broad smile. âDonât be nervous, pretty. Itâs just me.â
âMmm, I know,â Y/N muttered, his playful remark not doing much to quell her embarrassment. It was like Seokjin had never even looked in the mirrorâ he was telling her not to be nervous heâd be all over her for several days? âIâll get it ready this week. Iâm taking some time off of work anyways, to make sure Ben settles everything and to prepare for the new case Joon and Jeongguk and I will be tackling in the near future.â
Seokjin placed a silly, loud smooch on the apple of her cheek, returning to his task of weeding around the lavender plants, Y/N willing to place a bet that he had a sly smirk on his face. In retaliation, she reached up to teasingly tickle one of his rounded black ears, a choppy hiss dissolving into a purr at the contact.
Swallowing nervously at the memory, Y/N focused on the daffodils studding the sidewalks of the cute town square she was driving through. Hoseok was whistling to the song âWhere Is My Mindâ, the fox hybrid in shortsâ he was one of those guys, as soon as the weather was above 50 degrees, he considered it to be summer. Meanwhile, his best friend next to him was bundled up like there was a blizzard raging outside of the car; Seokjin swaddled in his lilac puffer jacket. Y/N tossed a middle finger into the backseat while Jeongguk was taunting her about her parallel parking skills (it did take her three times to get it right), but once the car was stationary, everyone was eagerly getting out into the sunshine.Â
âWhich way do we go?â Hoseok was bouncing on the soles of his running sneakers, energy coming off of him in infection waves, one of his arms hooked around Seokjinâs elbow. Seokjin didnât seem to mind, his nose in the air as he caught the scent of fresh-baked pie in the distance.Â
âJust take a right up this block, thereâs a grassy field where the tents are set up,â Y/N pointed, helping Jimin take the bags out of the trunks. âYou guys can go ahead, just um. Use the buddy system, okay?â
âDoes that mean Iâm stuck with Mr. Happy?â Yoongi mumbled into Y/Nâs ear, glancing at Taehyung, who was taking pictures of the decaying brick of a storefront a few yards away.Â
âWell, he likes you the most,â Y/N pointed out, mussing Yoongiâs hair and hoping heâd be a good sport.Â
âAlright. This is me making things up to you, when I chewed him out a while ago,â Yoongi trudged away, using two fingers to motion for Taehyung to follow him down the block. Naturally, Namjoon and Jeongguk stuck together, so that made Jimin her buddy.Â
âWhat kind of flowers will last under harsh sun, do you think?â Y/N mused, knowing that Jimin had spent a few months learning about botany ever since he began focusing on the garden and landscaping the backyard.Â
âCacti,â Jimin replied dryly with a twinkle in his yellow eyes, Y/N blinking at his joke. âKidding, that would look odd. Weâre not in Arizona. Asters will look pretty on the patio, donât you think? They sort of look like purple daisies.â
âLove it. Maybe some petunias, too. Theyâre my Grandmotherâs favorites, sheâd love to see them around the house again,â Y/N rounded the corner with Jimin close to her side, his clean lavender scent tickling her nose as a cool breeze rolled by.
As soon as the corner was cleared, they were in a medium-sized, festive green field. Multicolored awnings covering stalls was the first thing she noticed, then children of various heights running around merrily. There was a bearded man with a banjo and a microphone singing in the center of the field, elderly people milling around and haggling prices. Lungs filled with lovely early April air, she hooked a finger in the belt loop of Jiminâs blue jeans, tugging him forward excitedly. With a canine whimper of surprise, he stumbled after her.
Y/N made a beeline for the first stall she sawâ one that sold windchimes that made beautiful trilling sounds. Before she could get too carried away, she visually located everyone else; Taehyung and Yoongi were watching the performer, the former taking a photo of the show. Jeongguk and Namjoon had managed to find the only booth that sold crystals and occult oddities, while Hoseok and Seokjin appeared to be making a lap around the field before lingering anywhere in particular.
âOh, look, Y/N! This one is made from driftwood and seaglass. Since our town is by the ocean, donât you think this would look nice on the patio?â Jimin pointed to a wind chime hanging from one of the poles of the tent they were under, the seaglass pretty shades of aqua and jade.Â
âItâs gorgeous, should we get it?â
âI think so. This one, too, is really nice. Looks old-timey, like our house,â Jimin gestured to another piece with fragile looking cloudy glass.
âThat one there I made from recycled glass bottles from the Victorian era. I found the bottles around my property and thought I could repurpose them,â the middle-aged woman who ran the booth explained to them with a proud smile, folding her work-roughened hands on the table in front of her.Â
âItâs beautiful. We live in a Victorian, it would look perfect on our front porch,â Y/N ran her finger over the hanging glass pieces to hear how it sounded: clear and pure. âCan we take both, please?â
âIâll wrap them up while you two enjoy the other booths, thank you!â The woman began taking the two wind chimes down, Y/N reaching for Jiminâs calloused hand so they could continue taking in the sights.
âDid you notice Namjoon has already picked up a mini cherry pie?â Jimin snorted, Y/N able to easily find Namjoon in the throngs of people because of his taller-than-average height.Â
Namjoon must have heard his name across the field, because his head whipped around, a pie in his hand and jam smeared over his thick lips. Shushing Jiminâs giggles while trying to suppress her own, she dragged the coyote hybrid to the next few stalls. She picked up knicknacks here and there, as well as some veggies to cook up for dinner.
The last booth they visited before sitting on the grass to enjoy some of the folk performance was filled with the kind of potted plants they were looking for. The farmer informed them that the flowers could be delivered to their home, which saved Jimin from having to haul them back to the SUV.
âHe has such a nice voice,â Jimin commented, a note of jealousy coloring his tone. Y/N nudged him with her shoulder, crossing her legs and feeling grass tickle her bare ankles.
âIâm sure your voice is nicer, Jimin. I mean, your speaking voice is melodic and pretty, why wouldnât it be?â Y/N cocked her head, wondering if he ever sang around a campfire with his friends on the ranch or if she was stereotyping ranchers.
âYou flatter me,â Jimin whispered into her ear, the hybridâs face peach pink. âI guess I can carry a tune.â
âYouâll have to show me sometime, huh? Yoongi can accompany you,â Y/N grinned, Jimin raking his fingers through his blonde hair. âAlright, Iâll stop teasing. Even if I am serious.â
Moments blended into one another, her and Jimin enjoying a container of cut fruit together, his bushy tail occasionally batting her lower back when heâd hear new noises like a child squealing or cars passing by. Y/N took a moment to study Jiminâs side profile while he was occupied by the show.Â
Jiminâs easygoing nature set her at ease completely. There was something about feeling so safe around him, in a different way from Namjoon. Namjoon was intense, territorial, and physically protective, which was certainly comforting to have, particularly in dangerous situations. However, Jimin was more quietly protective, which was due to his abundance of empathy. If one needed to be comforted, Jimin knew exactly how to do it.
âHey, Jimin,â Y/N tugged on his cargo jacket sleeve, capturing his attention with a curious flop to his ear. âThank you for keeping me sane these past few days. For staying so upbeat. Donât think it hasnât gone unnoticed by me. Itâs okay to be nervous about everything in front of me, too, you donât have to hide your feelings.â
Jimin stared at her with his alarmingly vibrant eyes, processing her words. Usually, Jimin was easy to read, but not at that moment. Sighing with a tiny smile, he picked up one of Y/Nâs hands, patting the back of it.
âMy dad always told me that worrying about something before it happens is to suffer twice. I know weâre in capable hands with Ben, and I know that youâll do anything in your power to keep us out of harmâs way, Y/N. Iâm not worried because I know we arenât going anywhere. I can feel it. As for staying âupbeatâ...â
Jiminâs gaze shifted around the farmerâs market, locating each of the hybrids he lived with, occupied with looking at various wares of their choosing. Free.
âAll we ever wanna do is make you smile, Y/N. Make you as happy as youâve made us.â
âHey, you. What are you thinking about that has you in a catatonic state?â Jeongguk was annoyingly snapping his fingers in Y/Nâs face, Y/N catching one of his fingers in her grasp with narrowed eyes. A zodiac symbol was tattooed on one of the knuckles.Â
âYoongiâs chili,â Y/N fibbed, when actually she had Jiminâs voice bouncing around in her skull. She was still trying to dissect the moment shared with himâ was the tenderness in his voice something she made up, or did Jimin sound⌠lovestruck? âWhy do you have this sign tattooed on your knuckle? Youâre a Virgo.â
âI have all of the zodiac signs somewhere on my hands or arms. They all have their uses,â Jeongguk leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up on the vanâs breakfast table. âWhen do you think we can get started on this investigation?â
âAs soon as I get an update from Ben about you-know-what, Iâll take that as a green light to focus on this fully,â Y/N gestured to the packet of handwritten notes Namjoon gave her. Speaking of the devil, he rested his hip against the kitchenette counter, waiting patiently to start a productive conversation about the building and its history. âJoonie, wanna give me a run-down on the bed and breakfastâs past?â
Straightening out importantly, Namjoon rolled up the sleeves to his thin button down.Â
âThe property is on Beacon Hill in Boston, facing the Boston Common. It belonged to a member of an elite class at the timeâ a Boston Brahminâ by the name of George Parkman, hence the name of the building. He was a successful surgeon that graduated from Harvard, and used his skills around Massachusetts during the War of 1812.
But, the guy ended up being murdered. He went missing one afternoon while he was collecting debts in 1849. A Harvard professor by the name of John White Webster killed Parkman in a lab, dismembered the body, and incinerated the body in a furnace. Whatâs interesting about the trial, however, is that it was the first trial to use dental records and forensics to make a conviction.â
âJesus,â Y/N gritted her teeth at the gruesome details, but was also very attracted to Namjoonâs intelligence. âSo Parkman wasnât murdered in his home, but in a lab at Harvard?â
âYeah, but apparently the poor bastard haunts his old house. Spirits work in mysterious ways. To be murdered so brutally and abruptly, sometimes human spirits donât even know theyâre dead. That could be the case, here,â Jeongguk picked his nails, lip ring sucked into his mouth.
âSo, youâre not getting any demonic vibes?â Namjoon drawled sarcastically, his sharpened canines flashing.Â
âWell, no. Not from what weâve gathered so far. This could be just a simple haunting, maybe Parkmanâs just agitated and confused as to why there are so many random people in his house, if he doesnât know heâs dead yet. Judyâs email mentioned the manager brought in a quack group of investigators that stirred shit up. They probably instigated Parkman into being even angrier, which caused the uptick in activity. Just my guess, though. Iâd have to physically be there to feel it out,â Jeongguk responded calmly, itching around his new antlers beginning to grow.Â
âDidnât you instigate at the Sandersâ?â Namjoon probed further, Jeongguk rolling his eyes to the sky.Â
âThat was different, that was a demonic haunting. Provoking human spirits is just sad and pathetic. Usually you can get rid of them or help them out with simple EVP,â Jeongguk enunciated like he was talking to a five-year-old. Y/N counted it as a miracle Namjoon hadnât knocked Jeonggukâs block off yet.Â
âWas there anything else that was reported besides the apparition of George Parkman, Y/N?â Namjoon ignored Jeongguk, his teeth drawing beads of blood to his lower lip so he wouldnât say something uncouth to the elk hybrid.Â
âNot that Judy mentioned in her email, just general hostile and creepy energy. Jeongguk is probably right, the spirit of Parkman may just be angry that he was provoked. I donât think weâll have to return as many times as we did with the Sandersâ case, unless there are surprises waiting for us.â
âIt is a pretty large building, though. It might be easier if we split up, during the investigation,â Jeongguk pointed out.Â
âThatâs fineââ
âNo.â
Y/N and Namjoon spoke at the same time, the wolf hybrid firmly cutting her off with immediate disagreement. That familiar, calculative glint in Namjoonâs eyes hardened his softer features, Y/Nâs mouth drying up.
âWould you rather be there for six hours, or three, wolf? Thereâs one of us for each floor.â
âWould you rather get socked in the face when I have to carry Y/N out of the building god forbid something unpredictable happens, or stay together the whole time? This isnât up for discussion. We wonât split up.â
âWasnât aware this was a dictatorship, not a democracy,â Jeongguk muttered under his breath, but did not argue with Namjoon any further. Namjoonâs stern, unquestionable dominance had Y/N squirming in her seat. âWhatever, weâll stay together. Lighten up, wolf. Whereâs that thing we got at the market this morning?â
Namjoonâs jaw slowly began to unclench, reaching backwards for a little bag behind him on the kitchenette. Gingerly, he dumped the contents of the bag on the table in front of Y/N and Jeongguk, the elk hybrid moving his combat boots off the surface and sitting up straight. The receipt fluttered to the carpeted floor, and whatever was in the bag made a clattering noise then it hit the table. Vision focusing, Y/N stared at the items with confusion.Â
In front of her were three antique rings, all identical. Made of dark, pounded silver, each ring had a rough-hewn green stone set in the center. Picking one up, Y/N looked closely, the window beside her illuminating the green stone and making it shimmer.Â
âPeridot rings. Theyâre supposed to be especially protective around spirits. The woman at the farmerâs market recommended them,â Namjoon went from predator to sweetheart in a matter of seconds, the tips of his ears turning red. âOne for each of us.â
âMatching rings! Cute!â Y/N couldnât help herself, sliding the ring on the fourth finger of her right hand. âSo pretty. And functional! Thank you guys, this is really sweet.â
Swallowing back laughter at the sight of the two of them, ears turned back in embarrassment while they put their own rings on, they copied her by wearing them on the same finger. Y/N froze while she was admiring the rings on their fingersâ Jeongguk had her sun sign tattooed on the very same digit. Struck again by the cosmic connection she had to each hybrid of hers, Y/N twisted the ring around her finger a few times, clearing her throat.Â
âOkay, so should we start making a list of things we gotta bring to this investigation?â
âDonât you have work tomorrow?â Yoongi watched Y/N carefully as she mixed up 8 different cocktails that night, one that was unique to each individual in the house. His tail was flicking back and forth in sharp shapes, something it did when he was on the edge of disapproval.Â
âNo, I took some time off this week. You can probably guess why,â Y/N replied, sliding his cocktail across the island for him: Hennessy, soda water, and a lemon slice. âWe might as well cheers.â
âHell yeah!â Hoseok waltzed in doing a moonwalk, fresh from the shower. His auburn hair appeared even darker red when it was wet, flashing Y/N a grin when he located his simple rum-and-coke. âNothing like getting hammered while waiting for a shoe to drop!â
âI wish youâd grow a filter,â Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, Y/N not caring in the slightest. She liked that Hoseok said whatever popped into his mind. âWhere is everyone?â
âProbably upstairs. You didnât check your phone? I suggested a game night in the billiardâs room. We can play pool, I set up the card table for poker, I even have Candy Land. Thereâs darts, too, but I donât know if I trust Jeongguk not to throw one at Hoseok.â
âIâd like to see him try,â Hoseok took a hearty swig of his cocktail, pushing up the sleeves of his dark green crewneck sweatshirt. âGoth Bambi~â
Hoseok sang off-key, scampering from the bar cart and dashing up the stairs to push Jeonggukâs buttons. Shaking her head, Y/N started loading up a tray with the drinks, and a separate one with bottles in case anyone wanted a top-off.Â
âCan you get the bottles, angel?â Y/Nâs voice was strained, trying extremely hard not to spill the six cocktails balanced on the tray in her arms. Easily, Yoongi scooped it up, Y/N envious of his hybrid strength and feline grace. âShow off.â
The billiardâs room was connected to the music room via a âsecret doorâ, one that was disguised as a bookshelf. The door was closed more often than not to keep everything sufficiently soundproof while the piano was being played or Taehyung had the turntable going. With the bookcase open, going from room to room was a breeze. Navigating into the area carefully, the thick scent of leather invaded her nostrils, thanks to the massive sofas lining the room. It was a large space, about the size of the kitchen directly below it, filled with tabletop games, card tables, a minibar, and a TV that her cousins used to use for sports games.
âIf he calls me Goth Bambi one more time,â Jeongguk approached her quickly, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and swiped his gin and tonic from the tray.Â
Y/N told him it was the only room in the house he could smoke in, as long as the windows were cracked. After all, her grandfather had a shelf of cigars in the corner he used to smoke and show off to his friends, back in the day. It would be a shame for him not to use the vintage ashtrays and table lighters.Â
âPlay nice,â Y/N warned, placing Seokjinâs chilled glass of white wine near the pool table, where Yoongi was showing him how to set up the balls. âGive this to Joon, okay?â
Handing Jeongguk a small tumbler of whiskey, identical to the one she poured for Jimin, Jeongguk scoffed and returned to Namjoon, who was inquisitively staring at the poker table. Over the past few months, Namjoon was able to steadily increase his tolerance for alcohol, and found that he liked the same whiskey as the coyote hybrid the most. The shared preference made her smile.Â
She left the remaining two drinksâ Jiminâs whiskey and Taehyungâs glass of Cabernetâ on the minibar. The former was still in the shower after a long afternoon of exercising the horses, and the latter, last Y/N heard from him, was wrapping up something in his darkroom. Y/N still wasnât sure that heâd accept her âgame nightâ invitation, but because he hadnât been hiding away lately, she let herself get her hopes up carelessly.Â
When Jimin and Taehyung ended up traipsing in, both of them appeared shocked by the rowdiness. Not that anyone was drunk yet, but everyone felt like it was okay to let loose made for a merry atmosphere. Y/N recruited Jimin to be on her team playing pool against Seokjin and Yoongi, which was sort of evil of her considering Jimin had once told her he used to hustle people at pool halls in Montana. Seokjin and Yoongi didnât have to know that, though.Â
Taehyung took up the task of going back and forth to the music room to switch out records when they ran out. To Y/Nâs hazy surprise, it seemed like he was actually bartending, too, which had her feeling like she should check outside to see if pigs were soaring through the air. Either that, or he was trying to liquor everyone up so the other hybrids wouldnât be so stiff around him.Â
At the other end of the game room, Namjoon, Jeongguk, and Hoseok were caught in the middle of an intense darts battle. Hoseokâs shouts mingled with Jeonggukâs, and the more liquor the two of them consumed, the louder they got. Y/N wasnât worried about an actual fight breaking out, considering Hoseok would win one round, and then Jeongguk would win the nextâ it was only poor Namjoon who failed to win a single round due to either his clumsiness or poor aim. He tapped out after the fourth round in favor of watching the game of pool, which was much less intense but still entertaining to witness.Â
âWow, you guys suck,â Yoongi took a sip of his drink, pointing his pool cue at Jimin and Y/N, Y/N stepping on Jiminâs foot after their third loss. Time to reveal the hustler.
âUgh. Maybe itâs just me. Joonie, jump in for me? I wanna get some fresh air, itâs hot in here.â
Namjoon stood, wobbling on his feet a little, tossing back the last of his whiskey before surprisingly accepting the pool cue from Y/N.Â
âBut Iâve never played,â Namjoon muttered, mystified when Jimin offered cue chalk to him.Â
âYouâll catch on. Arenât you some kind of genius?â Yoongi raised a brow, Seokjinâs squeaky laugh sounding on the tipsy side.
 Namjoon huffed, embarrassed, Y/N walking past Taehyung who was shuffling a deck of cards, and Jeongguk refilling his drink. The only one unaccounted for was Hoseok, who Y/N assumed was in the bathroom. Humming, she ambled down the hall to one of the bedrooms that didnât belong to one of the boys in search of a balcony to sneak a cigarette on. Not that sheâd be able to hide the scent, but sheâd handle that later.
Finding the creamsicle orange unclaimed bedroom, the space smelling like fresh paint still, Y/N stumbled when she saw that the balcony door was open already, someone standing outside and leaning over the railing on their forearms. Eyes adjusting, she studied the shape of the ears protruding from the figureâs crown, an eyebrow lifting.
âWhat are you doing out here, social butterfly? Battery drained?â Y/N stepped out onto the balcony, Hoseokâs fluffy auburn hair finally dried.Â
âNo, no. Just licking my wounds,â Hoseok kept his gaze on the moon, his nose twitching when Y/N stood close to him. âJeongguk kicked my ass at darts.â
âSorry to hear. Thatâll give him a chip on his shoulder,â Y/N snickered, the fox hybridâs shoulders shaking but his usual boisterous laugh inaudible. âIs something up? Youâre quiet.â
âNah, itâs nothing, darling.â
âDoesnât sound like nothing, Foxy.â
âShit doesnât get by you, huh?â Hoseok shook his head, swirling the remnants of his rum-and-coke around in his glass contemplatively. âJusâ thinking about that guy.â
âWhat guyââ Y/N was confused for a moment, but the look on Hoseokâs face had it all flooding back. âOh. Harold Bass.â
âYeah, him or whatever. I try to keep it outta sight outta mind, but I donât know. I guess I have some abandonment issues to sort out, or whatever you call it.â
âThatâs understandable,â Y/N responded softly, her heart breaking. âIâm sorry this is happening, honey. I wish I could just make it go away.â
âI know you do,â Hoseok sighed, bumping his hip against hers. âI mean, this situation sucks, but itâs bringing back shit I should probably get to the root of.â
âWhat do you mean? If you donât mind sharing, of course,â Y/N asked, forgetting all about a cigarette. âYou can use me as a sounding board, if you want.â
Hoseok managed a chuckle, ruffling Y/Nâs hair like she was a little kid.Â
âBack when I was young, that wolf hybrid ruined a potential adoption for me. Remember when I told you that?â
âUh-huh. Fucker.â
âPretty much,â Hoseok agreed, draining the rest of his glass. âI guess that sort of changed how I look at adoptions afterwards. From then on, Iâd ruin every adoption attempt for myself on purpose. I just didnât want⌠how do I put this. I think I didnât want to accept the possibility that I could be adopted and then discarded. That shit happens all the time to fox hybrids, most people donât trust them. So I wanted to eliminate that possibility entirely.â
Hoseok took a breath, eyes still on the moon. Y/N just listened, the way Hoseokâs jaw was pulsing told her he wasnât quite finished.Â
âBut when you adopted me, I couldnât do anything about it. Gerryâs wasnât like a normal shelter, there were no interviews or meetings beforehand, and besides, I was shifted,â Hoseok seemingly braced himself, gripping the balconyâs ledge. âPart of me was relieved because you seemed harmless, but another part of me was wondering if you would break my heart. I prepared for the worstâ that youâd dump me back at that shelter after a few days, once you reality sunk in and you didnât like my personality. I donât know. All this stuff is just coming back.â
Y/N didnât know what to say. Hoseok grimaced, tapping his fingers along the balcony railing, his muscles taut when Y/N slipped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. The fabric of his sweatshirt was saturated with his woodsy, natural scent, Y/N nearly purring when she breathed it in. The fox hybrid relaxed, Y/N feeling his tail brush between her legs, and she looked up at the moon with him.Â
âEven if I didnât love your personality, which I do love, I wouldnât have brought you back there. But I understand why your mind went there. Years of thinking a certain way can be tricky to let go of,â Y/N squeezed his trim waist, still focused on the moon. âBut letâs start here. I wonât abandon you, not ever. When your thoughts go in that direction, remember that simple truth.â
There was silence, nothing but the wind blowing through the willow branches in the backyard. Hoseok exhaled shakily, his throat clogging up when he tried to formulate a response. Never quite at a loss for words, Hoseokâs voice came out as a rasp.
âY/N?â
âHmm?â
âI think youâre sort of like my favorite person ever.â
Hoseok internally cringed, unable to believe that was the best he could come up with, managing to peel his back from Y/Nâs chest and turn to face her sheepishly. There was a look of surprise that flashed across her features before she recovered smoothly, poking the crater above the corner of his mouth.
âI think youâre sort of like my favorite fox hybrid ever, Hoseok. No, actually, I know you are, sunshine,â Y/N captured his hand, tangling their fingers together. Hoseok had an odd fluttering sensation in his gut, Y/N tugging him back towards the house. âHey. You ever play poker?â
âHuh?â Hoseok spluttered, the change in subject taking him off guard though not particularly in an unwelcome way. âYou gonna teach me?â
âIâll show you a few tricks. You gotta get back at Jeongguk, after all.â
Hoseok realized quickly what Y/N was doingâ cheerily letting things go so he wouldnât wallow for the rest of the night. Hoseok didnât like to beat dead horses, preferring to bounce back as quickly as he could. A part of him wondered if Y/N had figured that out about him, and was attempting to prevent him from standing on a metaphorical ledge. Tightening his hold on her small hand in his, Hoseok let her lead him into the light.
âClever girl,â Hoseok praised, smirking at the way Y/N stumbled over her own feet. âYou deal. I donât trust him to shuffle correctly.â
 âI canât believe this thing works,â Y/N muttered, sliding bottle of water after bottle into the vintage minifridge.Â
The morning after game night, she decided to stock up the guest house for anything her and Seokjin might⌠need. She started with the obvious; snacks and drinks, comfortable bedding, towels and whatnot. Y/N didnât know where to go from there, once all of Seokjinâs favorite snacks were in place, worrying her lower lip when she sunk down onto the loveseat across from the kitchenette. Too shy to ask Seokjin for any additional information about his rut, Y/N turned to the internet instead. Her main concern was somehow letting Seokjin downâ whether it was her being unable to keep up with him, or not knowing enough about being able to take care of him.Â
âUgh, Reddit. Staying away from those mouth breathers,â Y/N scoffed to herself, scrolling through her cursory Google search of âhybrid ruts with human partnersâ. Y/N clicked on a link, gnawing on her nails as the page loaded. âMedical journal. Promising.â
Ruts or heats are a natural cycle that all hybrids experience when they reach sexual maturity. For years, the cycle can be managed by the hybrid alone, but this can change when a hybrid has a romantic partner, and drastically change if they claim a mate.Â
For hybrids that choose to spend a cycle with a partner thatâs a human, a few things need to be considered by that human. First, contacting their doctor for supplements is essential. Supplements provided will ensure the human gets enough vitamins, increase their stamina, and trigger similar symptoms that their hybrid counterpart experiences during their cycle. These supplements should be taken for two weeks prior to the hybridâs cycle.Â
It is important for the human to remember that ruts or heats heighten animalistic instinct in a hybrid. The purpose of the cycle is to breed or be bred, and the hybrid will attempt to do so successfully. Of course, when birth control is used, this can be avoidedâ but nonetheless, the baser instincts of the hybrid will think of nothing but reproduction. Humans should make sure they are using birth control during the cycle if pregnancy is undesired.Â
The cycle will heighten the temperature of the hybridâs blood, so they may appear feverish, much like when they need to scent. This is normal and not something to be concerned about. Having plenty of ventilation in the room is necessary, as is enough water or electrolyte drinks. Items that bring your hybrid comfort are recommended to have around the area, such as blankets, sentimental objects, or their favorite movies.Â
Finally, limit interruptions if possible. While the purpose of the cycle is reproduction, it is a deeply intimate time to the hybrid. Their partner is the only thing that matters to them, and interaction with others could warrant possessive and even dangerous behavior towards the person who interrupts. Privacy is a priority to most hybrids, so make arrangements to avoid interruption.Â
âSweet Jesus,â Y/Nâs heart was racing, still processing the words âbreed or be bredâ.Â
On top of that, it would be somewhat of an awkward conversation to have with her doctor to get the supplements, but sheâd have to get them right away. Seokjinâs rut was fast approaching, and she only had about three weeks to fill the prescription and begin to take them. However, the thought of the supplements augmenting her stamina to keep up with Seokjin was immediately comforting.Â
Thinking she did all she could at the moment, Y/N called her doctor as she headed back towards the house, focusing on admiring the dandelions studding the grass rather than the odd conversation about the supplements. The kitchen was eerily empty, Y/N growing suspicious until she remembered her dad swung by earlier to take the boys to their dental appointments. With a sigh, she prayed to the sky none of them had any issues with their teeth, wondering how to keep herself entertained until everyone was home.
Deciding to do some housework, Y/N hauled her ass upstairs to throw a load of laundry in. However, when she got to the top of the stairs, she paused by Taehyungâs dark room. There was a large stack of frames wrapped in paper, Y/N able to tell that they were the portraits Taehyung took months ago. He must have been able to take them home for Y/N, which she had begged him to many times. Reflecting on what exactly made him want to bring them home then, she abandoned her quest to put laundry away in Jeonggukâs room in favor of a quick DIY project.Â
âWhere the fuck did I put that hammer?â Y/N sucked in her cheeks, rummaging around in the supply closet for what she needed. Cursing again when she bumped her hip against a step ladder, she shook off the pain and located a box of nails on the shelf. Singing a tune, Y/N methodically unwrapped the portraits, grinning at the one of Jimin. âOh, heâs so cute.â
Luckily, she remembered the order that Taehyung had originally arranged the photographs during the particular expo he displayed them, so she decided to copy his vision and hang them that way. The wall in between the music room and the dark room was large enough for her to put all nine of the frames, so she started mapping out the spots with a stray pencil. With a grunt, she placed the picture of the house in the center, making sure it wasnât crooked. Getting lost in the task, Y/Nâs heart felt full as she admired the photos of her boys. When she was halfway through the process, the front door downstairs banged open, Y/N cringing.
âMotherfucker,â Y/N pictured Jeongguk blasting through the door like he always did, not giving a flying fuck about the antique stained glass. âIâm up here if anyone is looking!â
âI heard the âmotherfuckerâ remark,â Jeongguk, predictably, barreled up the stairs in his heavy combat boots. âNamjoon had a cavity. Can you stop filling him up on the pastries now?â
âOh no, is he okay? Did he get it filled?â Y/N panicked, setting the portrait of Hoseok down urgently.Â
âIâm fine,â Namjoon appeared on the stairs, rubbing his jaw with a slight pout. âHurt.â
âSorry, Joon Bug,â Y/N frowned, Jeongguk helping her out by hanging the portrait that was up high. âThereâs Advil in my room if you need it.â Namjoon did, in fact, need it. He disappeared with a swish of a tail, Jeongguk snickering at him.Â
âNeed help screwing your piercings back in?â Y/N decided to test the waters and be bold, Jeongguk blinking stupidly as soon as the words left her mouth. Appearing like he was attempting to recover, Jeongguk cleared his throat, an eyebrow lifted.Â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â Jeongguk replied, crossing his inked arms over his chest. âI think I can manage myself, doll.â
âSuit yourself,â Y/N shrugged, going back to hanging Hoseokâs portrait on the wall. âIâll be here in case you change your mind, Bambi.â
âYouââ Jeongguk spluttered, taken aback by her blatant, flirtatious banter. âYou know what? Fine. Gonna shower, see you at dinner.â
âMm-hmmâŚâ
Hearing him stalk away, a nail in her mouth, Y/N smirked to herself. Maybe her game wasnât so bad after all.
âOh, youâreââ A new voice met her ears, Y/N peering over her shoulder curiously. Not that she had to guess who was speaking, his voice distinct and instantly recognizable to her. âYouâre putting them up? Here?â
Taehyung, in an oversized jean jacket and cargo pants, was gawking at the photographs, wringing his hands together. His hair was so curly and wild that afternoon that it completely disguised his rounded ears.Â
âYeah, you didnât tell me you brought these home! I was so excited to see them when I came up here to do laundry,â Y/N hung up the last portrait, Jiminâs, and fondly ran her fingers over the curves of the coyote hybridâs face. âIs the spot I chose okay?â
âY-yeah,â Taehyung approached her slowly, like he was approaching a crocodile or something. âYou put them up like I did.â
âUh-huh. I think I got the order right, but feel free to correct me. Ah, they look so good. I love these so much,â Y/N gushed, unthinkingly passing her hand over Taehyungâs back. He didnât flinch away, thankfully, but he was blinking rapidly at the contact. âMy handsome boys⌠ugh, it looks perfect. New favorite part of the house.â
âYou like them that much?â
âLike them? I love them! How could I not?â Y/N snorted, booping Namjoonâs nose through the glass frame. âYouâre talented, Tae. Besides, these pictures are all of the important people in my life. There was a reason I was begging you to bring these home for months.â
Taehyung was staring at her analytically, his straight eyelashes brushing his cheekbone. Y/N didnât notice that he was staring, however, too busy admiring the portraits. His heart ached when he realized that Y/N actually remembered how he hung the frames at the Christmas expo, and took enough care to replicate it on their wall at home. Â
âSorry I didnât bring them home sooner, Y/N,â Taehyung murmured, finally snagging her attention when he called her name. âThank you for putting them up.â
âAh, donât apologize. Just promise me youâll always bring your pieces home so I can display them,â Y/N glanced up at him, struck by how beautiful he was all of a sudden. She missed him.Â
âOkay, I promise,â Taehyung whispered, using an index finger to cross over his heart. The action was playful, in stark contrast to the morose way he had been carrying himself for weeks. Patting his back once more, Y/N scooped up the nails and hammer to shove back into the supply closet.Â
âY/N, I canât find the Advil,â Namjoon shouted from downstairs, a slight whine in his voice.Â
âBe down in a second, Bug,â Y/N snorted, picturing his frustrated pout. âWhat do you feel like for dinner, Tae?â
âYouâre asking me?â Taehyung was confused, adjusting the collar of his flannel nervously.Â
âWell, yeah. You want some takeout? Or anything in particular I can make?âÂ
âUm⌠Thai food?â Taehyung spoke very slowly, Y/N cocking her head curiously.Â
âDo you want Thai food or are you just suggesting it because itâs my favorite, Tae?â Y/N teased, surprise flashing over his face.Â
âNo, no, I like it too! I swear!â Taehyung put his hands up, Y/N giggling at his defense. âOr if nobody wants that⌠Korean food?â
âLetâs go with that. I could definitely tear up some kimchi jjigae,â Y/N cheered, somehow knowing that that was what Taehyung really wanted. âAlright, honey. Iâm gonna help Namjoon hunt for the Advil. Text me what you want from the restaurant, okay?â
Taehyung didnât answer verbally, simply noddingâ and for some reasonâ looking her up and down like he was trying to memorize her figure. Flashing him a smile, Y/N waved cheerily as she raced down the stairs.Â
âI swear I looked here,â Namjoon complained, his ears flat when Y/N pulled the bottle of pills out of her medicine cabinet. He was still rubbing his jaw, Y/N fighting back a coo at the sight of him.Â
âIt was sort of hidden behind the jar of cotton balls. No worries, Bug. Just take two of those!âÂ
âTwo?â
âYeah, Joonie. Youâre a big guy, you gotta take two,â Y/N chuckled, filling a paper cup with water for him. Y/N wasnât exactly how tall Namjoon was, but he had to be at least six foot four. Hybrids tended to be taller than humans anyways, but Namjoonâs height was still startling from time to time.Â
âIâm trusting you not to poison me,â Namjoon narrowed his eyes, apparently cracking a joke. She watched him through the mirror toss the pills back, following the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed.Â
âWhy would I poison you? Youâre too precious to me, silly,â Y/N grouched, poking him repeatedly on his sweater-clad chest. The wolf hybrid caught her wrist after the third poke, his amber eyes burning.Â
âYou mean that?â He asked quietly, thumb brushing over her wrist bone. With a tiny intake of air, Y/N smiled at Namjoon gently, curling her fingers around his thumb. Y/N knew that Namjoon, as a wolf hybrid, needed consistent reassurances of loyalty, and whenever he got it, he both glowed and became unsure.
âI mean it, of course I mean it. Come on, Bug. Iâll make you an ice pack, you keep rubbing your jaw,â Y/N squeezed his thumb, and the intense desire to kiss him had her shoving down the sensation aggressively. âHowâs japchae sounding to you tonight?â
âYouâre ordering from Haju? Uh⌠I want to try the knife cut noodles,â Namjoon brightened up, letting Y/N drag him along by his thumb.Â
âYou can order anything you want, thatâs our policy in this house,â Y/N pushed him onto a barstool in the kitchen, blowing a kiss to Yoongi making tea on the stove. âAngel, do you know where that fabric ice pack went? Joon had a cavity, I think he should ice his jaw.â
âThird drawer to the left of the stove, baby,â Yoongi responded without looking up from the kettle he was standing over, instantly beginning to purr when Y/N pressed a kiss on the nape of his neck. âTake it easy on the sweets from now on, wolf.â
Namjoon snarled, hair on his tail standing on edge, though his fingertips were inching towards the cookie jar on the island, so Yoongi was correct to warn him.Â
âI wouldnât do that, Joonie. Wait a few days to have sweetsââ Y/N began, handing him the ice pack before her speech was cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. The caller ID showed that it was Ben, which had her pulse galloping. âOh. One sec.â
âBen, hi. Youâre on speaker, Yoongi and Namjoon are here,â Y/N swallowed thickly, praying for some good news. Namjoon was frozen in his seat, the ice pack pressed to his jaw, while Yoongi shakily poured himself a mug of tea. âUm. Any news?â
âHey, guys. Iâm sorry, this man is a fuckinâ prick.â
âOh, great. What the fuck did he do?â Y/N put her head in her hands, Yoongi petting the back of her head gingerly.Â
âEven with the restraining order, he still wants to take you to court. Y/N, I donât want you to worry. He cannot take your hybrids. If anything, if his lawyer miraculously ends up being better than me, you might have to pay him what he gave Gerry for the deposits. Oh, and when this blows over, I can help you sue Gerry for giving up private information,â Ben sounded like he was furiously taking notes on the other line, though his tone was soothing.Â
âR-really? Youâre certain he canât take them?â
âIâm positive. The only way that would be possible would be if his âdepositâ was more than what you paid to adopt them, and even then, the chances would be slim to zero. The jury would be in your favor, Y/N.â
âBen, youâre not sugar coating things for me, are you?â Y/N leaned into Yoongi, his sweet cologne curling around her.Â
âNo, and you know Iâd never. Not about something like this. Listen, Y/N, Yoongi, Namjoonâ youâll be perfectly safe. Iâm gonna give that prick the fight of his life, if you donât kill him first, Y/N,â Ben replied, the prickly sound of him scratching his beard coming through the receiver, before adding quicklyâ âNot that Iâm encouraging that, Y/N. Stay as far away from him as you can.â
âOf course. Weâve been sticking close to home,â Y/N felt a weight lifting from her shoulders, even Yoongi relaxing beside her, his ever-constant purring resuming. âThanks for everything, Ben. I love you.â
âLove you too, kid. Take care of each other, alright? Iâll call you when I have an update.â
Breathing out slowly, Y/N pet the back of Yoongiâs head when she hung up.Â
âThatâs good news. Weâll be okay,â Y/N said encouragingly, Yoongi melting into her touch. âIâm gonna order some dinner, then we can pick out a movie or something. Maybe have another poker tournament. I donât know, I feel like we should celebrate.â
âOne step closer to getting that motherfucker out of our lives,â Yoongi agreed, glaring at Namjoon when the wolf hybrid tried to get himself a cookie again. âI wish I could kill him.â
âMe too, but alas,â Y/N sighed, wagging her finger at Namjoon. âJoon, Iâm serious. Cool it with the cookies for a few days.â
âWhat were you doing upstairs? I heard loud banging,â Yoongi changed the subject while Y/N began compiling an online order of an ungodly amount of Korean food.Â
âOh, I put up Taeâs pictures. You know, the portraits of all of us. Iâm so happy, they look beautifulâŚâ Y/N answered distractedly, Yoongiâs tail winding around her leg. âHmm. You think Seokjin would want naengmyeon? I think heâd like that⌠he did tell me once heâd try anything⌠but yeah! Check out the pictures when you can. All of my beautiful boys.â
Distantly, she heard Namjoon grunt, and when she cast a look at him, his face was rather flushed and he was gawking at the window into the backyard. He was always rather bashful with compliments, something that endeared him to her.Â
âCan you get me bulgogi? Please,â Hoseok made an appearance, drawing out the syllables of his words. âMy gums hurt. I think the tech scraped them too hard.â
âAt least you didnât have a drill in your mouth,â Namjoon responded to Hoseokâs complaint bitterly, and to Hoseokâs credit, he managed a merry laugh. It seemed like, those days, Hoseok wasnât intimidated by Namjoon any more. Leave it to a stressful situation to bring everyone together.Â
âYouâre very brave, wolf,â Yoongi drawled, sipping his tea placidly.Â
âI missed you guys so much today,â Y/N snorted, the lack of their banter during the afternoon striking her all of a sudden. Hoseok, on his way to the fridge, pinched her cheek like an elderly aunt, Y/N rolling her eyes. When she turned, she noticed Taehyung distractedly organizing items on the coffee bar, staring at her strangely again. She decided sheâd take that over him avoiding her any day, adding the stew he wanted to the order and getting him extra rice.Â
Taehyung was pacing around his room like a madman. If it went on for much longer, he could see the floorboards taking on impressions of his footprints. Stopping by the window, he froze when he saw Y/N ambling in the direction of the pond in the backyard, where the guesthouse was. While no one explicitly said anything, all the hybrids knewâ it was all in Seokjinâs scent. Y/N was probably preparing that space for the two of them to get privacy during the jaguar hybridâs rut. Taehyung would be a liar if he didnât admit he was nearly boiling alive in his own jealousy.Â
âLook at her. Hauling heavy shit out there all by herself,â Taehyung rested his forehead on the cool glass pane, biting down on his lip when she stumbled over a stray stone, almost dropping the space heater she was carrying.Â
Taehyung realized a simple truth. Y/N loved them all, he knew it. He knew it, but he had been too terrified to confront her about it, to confirm whether or not she loved him like he had grown to love her. Cursing, Taehyung sprung into action when Y/N tripped again, this time sending her into the grass. Like a bat out of hell, he sprinted down the stairs and out into the yard without a single thought, not aware that he could even move that fast.Â
Y/N was still reeling in the grass, the space heater beside her, the fabric of her floral skirt fanning out around her. Her eyes widened when she saw Taehyung hurrying over to her, his chest heaving.Â
âY/N,â Taehyung crouched, pushing strands of hair in her face aside. Stiffening, he caught the scent of her blood, heart stopping dead in his chest as he looked her over. âYouâre hurt!â
â...huh? Tae?â Y/N was confused, like the rock she had tripped over hit her on the head. Was she dreaming? Was Taehyung really the one running trembling hands over her body?
âYour leg,â Taehyung sounded pained, spotting a jagged cut on her shin. âWhy didnât you ask for help? Where is everybody?â
âThe store⌠needed a few things. Joonie, JeonggukâŚâ Y/N, dazedly, pointed off to the distance, probably the driveway where the van was parked. Taehyung was too busy staring at the blood rolling down her leg. âIâm okay. Iâll get a bandaid after I bring this space heater to theââ
She was interrupted by Taehyung removing his red flannel, tearing strips of fabric from the bottom of it with his teeth. Blinking at his sharp canines, Y/N was sufficiently shut up, watching the Kodiak hybrid mop up her blood with a concentrated expression. His grip around her calf was tender, but Y/N could tell he was irritated with her as he tied the makeshift bandage around her leg.Â
âCan you stand?â Taehyung caught her eyes, trying not to drown in the color of them. Based on her scent, Taehyung knew she could tell he was ticked. âLet me help you up. No, Iâll carry that to wherever youâre bringing it.â
Taehyung brought Y/N to her feet by hooking his hands under her armpits, her skirt fluttering in the wind as she held onto his shoulders for support. Gazing up at him, Taehyung noticed how easy it would be to lean down and kiss her. Clearing his throat, he released her, bending to scoop up the space heater.Â
âO-oh. Thank you,â Y/N whispered, Taehyung able to hear how fast her heart was racing. It got his hopes up.Â
âIâm assuming you wanna bring it there,â Taehyung gestured to the guest house by the pond, Y/N humming in agreement. âSeokjinâs rut coming up?â
âAhâ um. Yeah. I suppose itâs obvious, bringing all of these things out here,â Y/N said awkwardly, noting that Taehyung was slowing down his pace so she could keep up with him. Taehyung didnât reply, letting Y/N open the door to the small building, the Kodiak hybrid strolling in and placing the space heater next to the loveseat.Â
âItâs nice in here,â Taehyung offered, taking a good look around. Y/N had put all of Seokjinâs favorite comforts in the space, the jaguar hybridâs scent coming heavily off of the fuzzy blankets, piles of his pajamas, and even the stuffed animal he often carried around.Â
âYeah, it is. I totally forgot this was such an awesome space. We can probably use it this summer to watch movies,â Y/N began to recover from her stumble, straightening out the stack of DVDs on the coffee table. âI think thatâll be fun. Iâm looking forward to spending summer with you guys. We can make day trips to the beach.â
Taehyung made a lap of the circular room, peeking up at the loft where the bed was. Y/N kept rambling to fill the silence, which was making her somewhat nervous.Â
âPlus weâll have the garden in full bloom, so I can teach you all how to dry herbs. Jimin says he knows how to make jam, so he can pass that knowledge onto us, too. Heâs been working so hard on the greenhouse and the garden beds, itâs going to be the best,â Y/Nâs gaze was far away as she looked out the window, admiring the garden beds a few yards away. Taehyung caught that scent againâ the syrupy sweet one that Y/N took on when she complimented them.Â
âYou must really love him,â Taehyung remarked quietly, referring to Jimin but his eyes on Seokjinâs stuffed alpaca. He wondered if Y/N would take the bait as she almost broke her neck to stare at him.Â
âH-him? Seokjin?â
âJimin,â Taehyung shook his head, finally mustering up his courage. âSeokjin too, obviously. But you love Jimin as well.â
Y/Nâs mouth opened and closed, completely caught off guard. Taehyungâs confidence surged when she had no reply, taking a step closer to her.Â
âHow can you t-tell?â Dizzy, Y/N saw something vulnerable swimming in his carmine eyes, astonished that they were finally having the conversation the two of them were skirting around for weeks.
âScent. The way you talk about him. The way you look at him,â Taehyung rattled off, ticking the items off on his lithe fingers. âAnd itâs not just him. You love Hoseok, especially when he teases you. You talk about Namjoon like he hung the moon and you love Jeongguk despite his poor attitude.â
Y/N was too shocked for words, her hands shaking, so Taehyung continued.Â
âAnd it just makes me wonderâŚâ
âWonder what?â Y/N found her voice, Taehyung taking one of her hands gingerly.Â
âIt makes me wonder if thereâs any space left in your heart,â Taehyung whispered, plunging straight into the deep end, wanting to swallow the gasp Y/N made. âDo you love me?â
A tear slipped down Y/Nâs cheek, unaware they even gathered in the first place. Swiftly, Taehyung brushed it away, his thumb warm on her skin.Â
âTell me, please,â Taehyung begged, unable to bear not belonging to her for a single moment further.Â
âI love you,â Y/Nâs voice cracked, wrapping her hand around Taehyungâs wrist and leaning her cheek into his palm. âThereâs always been space for you in my heart. Always. Taeââ
âYou love me?â
âYes, so much,â Y/N was shaking like a leaf, heart threatening to break free from its cage, and to calm herself down and reassure her Kodiak hybrid, she pressed a kiss to the base of his palm. âIâm so sorry you thought I didnât know.â
With a shuddering breath, Taehyung shut his eyes, letting go of her face in favor of winding his arms around her waist. He pulled her so close, he thought their souls would merge, Y/N melting into his chest and clutching at his white tee shirt. Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, Taehyung drank in her scent, sweeter than ever since he confirmed the reciprocation of his feelings.Â
âIâm sorry, Tae. It would have been easier for you if I was braver. I love you. Iâll tell you every day from now on,â Y/N babbled into his chest, not caring that it was difficult to breathe with the way Taehyung was squeezing her.Â
The Kodiak hybridâs ears were practically ringing, he was so elated. He never felt that way before, and it was entirely overwhelming. He couldnât wait a second longer, so lifting her body easily, he pressed her to the window and crashed his lips down onto hers.Â
A muffled noise of surprise passed from Y/Nâs mouth to his, Y/Nâs arms around Taehyungâs neck to hold on tight. Pinned to the wall by the hybrid, Y/N was consumed by him, surrounded by his sandalwood cologne, and tasting honey on his tongue when he slipped it into her mouth. It was like he was trying to eat her whole, his kisses rough and all-consuming, and Y/N loved it. Carding a hand through his curls, she whimpered when he sucked on her lower lip.
Taehyung couldnât get enough. Now that he had kissed her, he didnât know how he could go another day without one. When his lungs started to ache from lack of oxygen, he paused, their lips centimeters apart. When he opened his eyes, Y/N was already looking at him. Cupping one of his cheeks in her hand, Y/N kissed his forehead softly, and when she pulled away, Taehyung was smiling at her, teeth and all. Y/N couldnât remember the last time she saw it in all its glory, but she was delighted to see it once more. Taehyung wondered if heâd ever stop smiling when he ducked back down for another kiss.Â
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Welcome to American Mate's Master List! The Taglist is CLOSED for this story.
This is an OT7 x Plus Sized/Chubby Reader story. The story will have Mature Scenes. The chapters with these adult themes will have (M) in the chapter name, so please 18+ readers only. Within the chapters, at the start and end of the Mature scene will be the following banner, if you want to skip them.
The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?
Chapter 1 - Two Weeks Early
Let's introduce you to the world of Hybrids and Playmates. It really is quite simple until a VIP Potential Client's manager walks into your office two weeks early, and it's only a skeleton crew right now.
Chapter 2 - The Playmate Meeting
Bangtan Pack arrives at Playmate Services Inc., USA Idol Division. It's time for the pack to meet the unsigned Playmates, but things don't go as well as planned.
Chapter 3 - Following Instincts
Dealing with the aftermath of the accident, Bangtan Pack reacts upon instincts, some more than others. Y/n learns a few new things.
Chapter 4 - First Case of Alpha Space
Y/n may call herself a Hybrid supporter but never has she dealt with something like this. Y/n gets to see firsthand some of what an Alpha is like when they get a little lost in their instincts.
Chapter 5 - Heated Discussions (M)
Y/n didn't want to cause trouble, but that seemed to be all she did. However, Bangtan Pack thinks sometimes the trouble is worth it.
Chapter 6 - A Proposition for You
Things get intense for Bangtan Pack and Y/n, but not in a good way. Meeting the doctor tonight has bigger implications than Y/n thought was possible.
Chapter 7 - Is This a Joke
After proposing to Y/n the option to become their playmate, the Bangtan Pack struggles to convince her to accept their Prime Alpha's offer. Will Y/n be persuaded or will she run from Fate unknowingly?
Chapter 8 - Time to Tell the Family Pack (M)
While the Bangtang Pack is excited to have Y/n join as a "Play"mate, that may not be the case for her family pack.
Chapter 9 - Shadows of the Past (M)
It becomes clear that pack dynamics can vary from pack to pack. This sometimes leads to interesting reactions. It's where the past can be seen influencing the present that will shadow all.
Chapter 10 - A Date in the Right Direction
After the visit from Dr. Blackwell, some of the Bangtan pack start behaving differently. Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Maybe the eldest Alpha has some insight. (This chapter is Seokjin-centric in honor of his coming home from the military)
Chapter 11 - Just a Staff Member Part 1
Chapter 11 - Just a Staff Member Part 2
Y/n stands up for someone else, and everything starts falling apart. Last night was a dream but the reality of the situation finally hits.
Chapter 12 - Everyone Deserves a Second Chance
It's time to make a choice that can make for an adventure or change y/n's life.
Chapter 13 - Shall we?
It's time for the date with Namjoon. Getting ready becomes more fun than you think it could be with an unexpected surprise and new friends, but what happens as the night goes on?
Chapter 14 - Does it Always End in Ruin?
Scenting in a car with the Prime Alpha goes better than expected, but once they return to the pack house, things take a turn for Y/n.
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Chapter 15 - The Pack Meeting and Troubled Pasts
Y/n shares her history with Bangtan Pack and finds she isn't the only one with a dark family life.
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Strawberry Princess - Chapter Four âMatted Tails and Soft Lipsâ
Pairing - Ot7 BTS x Reader
Genre - Hybrid!Au , Hybrid BTS x Hybrid Reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, slow burn? , alternative reality , strangers to lovers , strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Warnings - so much fluff, teasing, suggestive, so much tension, slightly sexual, anxious thoughts, lmk if thereâs anything else!
Summary - When a certain hybrid starts to appear whenever Jungkook is at the gym, an immediate pull is felt between the two and their eventual friendship soon is spread to the rest of his pack.
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Since the first meeting, things had gone back to the normal schedule of Jungkook and Y/nâs daily meeting at the gym with some additional outside meet-ups where different members of Jkâs pack had attended too. Y/n had met up with every single member of his pack atleast twice since and everyone had grown more comfortable. They had all since experienced Y/nâs more playful side, far from her shy and meek side. Like when Jimin thought itâd be funny to jokingly dangle a rattling toy infront of her back and forth and instead of going for the toy, he found himself being the target, ending up with Y/n very happily ontop of him before taking the toy and walking off as if it was nothing, leaving him in a state of shock on the living room floor. Or when Jin asked for her opinion on some strawberry cream heâd made to go with dessert and instead of just placing it in her mouth, he purposely smudged it on her nose so she took her spoon and wiped a large chunk onto his own cheek before spinning on her heel and running off giggling, finding Hoseok who wiped off her nose and hid her telling Jin she wasnât in the room despite the sweet strawberries all around. It had all gone well but they had yet to all meet up at the same time.
Thatâs why Namjoon took it upon himself to organise for all of them to go out for dinner at the packs favohrite restaurant where they could also have a few drinks if they fancied it. Thatâs how Jungkook added the entire pack and Y/n to a groupchat where they invited her to dinner the following Friday. She happily agreed and carried on with her regular days but grew increasingly more worried about where they were going, what she would wear, the impression she had to make, the possibilities of things to consider kept piling and left her spiralling.
Thatâs how it came to the Tuesday morning, the week of the dinner, Jungkook was at the gym as usual and he had a special present in the car from one very particular fashion designer to give to Y/n. He had already finished his warm up when he spotted Y/n making her way over, water bottle in hand and smile lighting up the room. Jungkook immediately noticed her scent was slightly sweeter than usual and was surprised as the first thing she did when she got over was wrap him in a tight hug, not even able to return it as she trapped him in before greeting him and smiling up again.
âHowâs my Y/nie been?â - Jungkook beamed as she let go and handed him the bottle
âYou only saw me yesterday Kook and weâve been texting you know Iâve been goodâ - her words however contradicted the her plump bottom lip, swollen and red from her biting it mostly likely from anxiety, she started to nibble at it again after she finished talking and Jungkook quickly realised she must be getting overstimulated by something or multiple things so he made a quick decision to change the setting to something new for her to focus on.
âYou know I really feel like going to the pool, you want to come?â Jungkook asked as he looked down at the curious kitty who didnât even know the gym had a pool, it made sense because it was on the lowest floor and not many people knew about it so it was always empty. Before she could answer she watched and felt as Jungkook rested her hand under her chin to tilt it up and used him thumb to pull her plump lip from between her teeth leaving her slightly mouth slightly agape from shock and the flustered feeling that flooded her body. She didnât trust her words to be coherent so all she did was nod and grab onto Jungkooks inked arm, tight enough to show she wasnât letting go until they left and he just smiled at her antics, hoping to soothe her.
âLetâs just grab my bag then yeah? Are you okay to come now?â - He looked up across the room to find Y/nâs friend was nowhere in sight, he didnât dwell long as a sound of approval fell from y/nâs lips and she leant in further so he hurried his movements before guiding them out of the door.
âDid she just come for me?â He couldnât help but wonder.
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The journey to the indoor pool was short but Y/n didnât let go of Jungkooks arm once and he had no complaints when he pushed open the glass door and felt the warm air hit him as he took in the beautiful room. The room was dimly lit with LEDs in the wall, brick and stone designs around with beautiful decoration all over, the room was truly a treasure to those who knew about it.
Jungkook led Y/n towards two lounge beds where he placed his bag on one and gently pushed on Y/nâs shoulders to sit her on the other which snapped her out of the trance she had dropped into as she looked around in awe.
âThis is beautiful, do you come here a lot?â - Y/n asked, mouth slightly agape as she looked around
âNot as often as Iâd like, I forget about it existing a lot to be honestâ - Jungkook
âAre you getting in?â - He continued as he looked at her curiously
She grew shy at that, the idea of being in a bikini infront of him making her flush
âI donât have a bikini with me so I wonâtâ - she was glad thatâs all she really had to say as Jungkook had began pulling off his shirt and revealing his chiselled torso, huge biceps and the full extend of his arm tattoos which she followed down his chest to his waist before they disappeared beneath the band of his shorts, she admired the abs that lead into his defined v-line and faint trail of hair before she couldnât help but wonder as she looked-
âThatâs too bad, next time being one, itâll be funâ - Jungkooks words had her snapping her eyes to his face, mouth agape for a different reason to before this time, his words definitely werenât helping her case as she was flustered, incredibly attracted to him and struggling to comprehend everything set out infront of her. Even if he meant his words innocently, she couldnât stop herself from dwelling on the then, what would he think if he saw her in a bikini? Would he like- she had to stop herself there as he lightly chuckled before walking away and getting into the pool.
He looked straight out of a movie in that moment and Y/n couldnât tear her eyes away as he got in fully before he turned back towards her
âItâs warm, come sit on the edgeâ he smiled up happily at her as she obeyed with a smile and took off her long socks and shoes, shyly moving towards the edge and dipping in the bottom half of her legs as she sat down.
Jungkook seemed to enjoy his time as she moved around quickly and got his hair soaked in seconds before going under the water and swimming up to her, jumping up and splashing her making her scold him as she giggled.
âJungkook donât do that your getting me all wetâ - she giggled holding her hands up in protest turning her head away, his only response was to use her legs as the edge of the pool as he held onto them and shook his hair, water flying all over her making her protest even louder before turning towards him and pushing her hand through the water to splash him as much as possible in her position. He stood shocked for a second before taking his own action
âYou really want to play that game kitty?â - he only smirked before splashing her twice as much with ease making her squeak and try to shake it off in her spot as she wiggled before doing it back, this continued as Y/n spun in her seated position around many times and only ended up soaking her entire body, tail droopy and heavy with water and definitely matted but she didnât notice in that moment, full of laughter and happy with Jungkooks warm hand on her thigh even if he was splashing her.
She thought heâd finally calmed down as he got closer and held onto her legs but felt herself be hoisted into the air and screamed as Jungkook lifted her over his head, over the pool and spun around on the spot as she screamed with laughter and kicked her legs wildly, holding onto him as tightly as possible, so much her claws punctured him slightly but neither of them noticed.
âJeon Jungkook let me down!â She shouted only to scream as he jokingly put her closer to the pool surface as if heâd put her down in that instead
âPut you down here?â - he laughed as he did it over and over, lifting her up and down and jostling her around above the pool before finally giving in and putting her to safety on the side, where she began.
âIâm going to get you back for that Jeonâ - Y/n was still giggling as she threatens but unknowingly started to shiver as she sat in the wet spot. Jungkook noticed and moved to pull himself out next to her and once again momentarily distracted her as the scene seemed to play in slo mo for her. It didnât help when her eyes followed as the once loose shorts now stuck tightly to the rest of his figure, deliciously built thighs and a surprisingly plump ass and once again her eyes travelled to his front just below that devilish vline that had somehow ended up right infront of her face- her eyes snapped up as a towel was offered infront of her face and a hand to pull her up, she took Jungkooks hand that almost made her fly inti the air and slip if it hadnât of been for the steadying wrap around her waist once she was set down. He placed the soft towel around her before using his own to dry himself off as best as possible. He quickly realised the two would be soaked in the car still and he had yet to give Y/n her present.
âPut this on Y/nie, Iâll drive you home, thereâs a present for you in the carâ - Jungkook handed her his shirt from earlier before as he got his own out of his gym bag, he thought she might like the one that smelled stronger of his scent and she definitely did, taking a big sniff of it once it was in her hands before thanking him. He turned around to give her some privacy to change, it wasnât ideal as her skirt would still be wet but the shirt would cover it and make it more comfortable, she could even take off her skirt and no one would know the shirt would be that big on her. When she signalled that it was fine to turn around it seemed thatâs exactly what she did as she drowned in the black shirt he gave her , it only slightly tightened around her chest before flowing out and falling just above her knees, in her hands was a neatly folded top and skirt, still very wet but he took it from her hands and placed it into a seperate bag before putting it away to take back with them.
âReady?â - Jungkook asked as he picked up his bag and tried to ignore the amazing feeling that flooded him as he admired her in his shirt, itâs all he ever wanted to see her in again, covered in his scent so everyone would know that she was only his- but she wasnât⌠yet? And she wouldnât be only his, heâd be his matesâ too, theyâd be each others, it sounded so good he almost felt like the smallest touch of her hand on his was going to set him into a scenting spree as he eyed her neck longingly, pupils dilating.
âGo on Kookieâ - Y/n could tell exactly what he needed and she too felt like she needed it as she was sent into a haze from being surrounded by his scent, she tilted her neck to expose her scent gland and let him bend down to muzzle onto the sensitive spot, holding back a gasp from the sensation, Y/n had to squeeze her eyes and mouth shut to resist letting out any other noises besides the purring erupting from her chest and Jungkook moved a hand behind her neck to pull her in closer and nuzzle harder. He desperately wanted too use his mouth to scent her further but resisted and settled for nuzzling the now slightly pink spot.
Jungkook pulled back and caught a glimpse of Y/nâs face, feeling his body heat up at her feeling just as good as he did but he pushed that thought aside to slip his hand into hers and guide them towards the car , placing another towel on the seats for the journey back and settling in before they set on their way back go Y/nâs house.
Their now usual routine fell in place as they got into the car, a minute or two of conversation as they pull out before Y/n fell asleep. Their journey not too long before Jungkook was pulling up to her apartment complex. He woke her up as usual with a press to her slightly swollen scent gland and prepared to get out her gifts while she was waking up.
The two walked up while Y/n was still sleepy, only half awake as they made their way up until they got to her door, thatâs when her own senses started to sharpen again, feeling the cool air in the hallway and the uncomfortable feeling all over, her damp, matted tail swiping across her back before she looked at the waiting bunny infront of her and noticed he too was practically soaked. She quickly spun around to fumble with the keys and get them in the door as fast as possible to let them in before turning back around when it was finally open.
âCome in?â - She asked, almost shyly but was reassured when Jungkook beamed at her, boxes in hand and nodding as he stepped forward to accept her invite. They both walked in and Y/n closed the door behind them as Jungkook stood almost stunned, Y/nâs scent so strong it had him lightheaded and revelling in the way it was going to stick to him. He just looked around the interior that entirely suited Y/n, it was a smaller apartment but perfect for Y/n and had a fresh white modern base all around that was decorated with pastels everywhere. It was the kind of cozy that was neat but definitely comfortable in every space, blankets and pillows of all kinds over her sofa, soft rug infront of it and lots of small trinkets in various places.
Y/n loved her apartment, it was cozy and so her but airy and quiet enough in all ways to keep her from being overwhelmed. She waited patiently as Jungkook observed with a smile before leading them over to the couch, letting Jungkook place down the boxes on her table before she realised they couldnât sit down, they were both still wet somewhere, Y/n was soaking through the shirt Jungkook gave her in all directions, tail, hair, soaked bra and panties underneath. Jungkook was slightly dryer, his hair no longer dripping but clearly wet.
âthank you for driving me home and bringing them in and your shirtâ - Y/n fiddled with the bottom of the shirt she wore as she thought about what to do. She opted to bring Jungkook a towel for his hair and realised she should probably change herself. She let him know before grabbing everything she needed, changing into some pajamas because they were comfy and quickly detangling her hair which was surprisingly easy. She came back in with her hair brush and a towel for Jungkook because she wasnât sure what heâd need. She found him looking closely at all of her little trinkets around the room and he looked handsomely cute as his puff tail twitched and juxtaposed his built figure.
âHere Jungkook, for your hairâ - Y/n handed him the towel before turning round to walk to the couch.
âOh Y/nie your tail, itâs all mattedâ - The kitty hadnât even realised her long haired tail was still soaked and matting; it had her panicking, quickly grabbing for it and feeling her ears fall straight back, smile turning into a frown as her scent soured. It always seemed to overwhelm her and make her increasingly uncomfortable and sad when her tail wasnât dry and soft, sheâd dry it before sheâd blow dry her hair after every shower. Jungkook immediately noticed her discomfort and picked up the brush on the side before rushing over, Y/n in distress was making him feel strangely protective and he desperately wanted to make it better. There was one thing that came to mind that he knew might overstep boundaries if she wasnât sure too but it could take a lot of weight off Y/nâs shoulders so he took his chances.
âItâs okay Y/n, would you like me to help? Jiminie-hyung always asks one of us to brush his tail after his showers and even blow dry it.â Jungkook stepped gently as he didnât want to further distress the girl but when he saw the acceptance in her eyes and the silent nod as she looked up at him he started to think about his next move.
âDo you have any detangler kitty?â - Jungkook didnât want to pull too much because her tail was even thicker and longer than Jimin and his could easily be painful.
âItâs in my bedroom, I can go get itâ - Y/n replied, still trying to brush her fingers through the matted tail.
âThatâs okay I can go get it, if you want?â - Jungkook wanted to do everything he could to stop this feeling she had so when she looked up and nodded silently, he followed her scent to where it was strongest and found her bedroom, decorated exactly how he would imagine, pink and white all around, cozy and comfortable, art across the walls and in the midst of his search he found what he came for, detangler. He quickly made his way back before sitting next to her.
âHow do you want to sit Y/n?â - Jungkook
âHow does Jimin usually sit?â - Jungkook blushed at the thought of having her the same but told her, having no problem with it if she wanted to
âJiminie lays across my lap, he says itâs the most comfortable way to do itâ - To that, Y/n moved and let herself fall across his lap, head on a pillow and the top of her thighs to mid stomach on Jungkooks thighs, she didnât even think much of it but Jungkook was stunned at the quick movement and frozen for a second with his hands hovering not knowing his next move before Y/n handed him back the brush, signalling him to start.
Still flustered by the position ,as Y/nâs bare thighs and full ass barely covered by her little shorts are right ontop of him, Jungkook gently grabs Y/nâs tail, noticing the way she jumped but not stopping as he sprayed some detangler on the brush she gave him and started from the tip of her long tail, gently brushing out all the knots.
Y/nâs body visibly relaxed as she melted in her position, purring loudly and smiling bashfully with her eyes closed, hands kneading the pillow she rested her head on. It was only when Jungkook would hit a small knot that sheâd tense slightly and heâd apologise quietly, he moved across her entire top half of her tail before getting a bit shy and regularly checking on Y/nâs face as he moved a bit further down.
The close you got to the base of a hybrids tail the more sensitive it becomes, sparks will shoot through the hybrids body from any contact on their tail but it is significantly increased as they get closer to the base. When you reach the base it causes the hybrid to become naturally aroused which is why itâs so intimate touching any hybrids tail, thatâs what made Jungkook so careful and nervous when brushing Y/nâs.
When he reached the lower half, Y/nâs purring immediately tripled in volume, her face nuzzling into the pillow but she seemed relaxed so Jungkook kept as calm as he could. That was until he nearly reached her tail, a gasp fell from Y/nâs lips at the contact and her hips rose involuntarily before falling back down on his legs, her sweet scent nearly suffocating Jungkook as a wave hit him. It was almost as if Jungkook forgot one very important detail, there was an incredibly strong scent gland near the base of every hybrids tail, it started in different places for different hybrids but he was clearly holding the start of Y/nâs.
Jungkook swiftly let go before apologising and asking if she wanted him to continue, she had her blushing face buried in the pillow and let out a high pitched sound of approval.
Y/n was laying there telling herself to calm down, heâs just being nice donât think like that. Trying to stop the noises trying to pass through her lips, she only let out loud purrs. His hands were so gentle and looked so different compared to her strawberry blonde tail everytime she looked back, it was ridiculously attractive to her and wasnât exactly helping that he was touching and unintentionally pulling at one of the most sensitive parts of her body with every pass of the brush. She was so deeply attracted to the sight of him caring for her in that way that her focus was taken away from keeping herself calm.
Jungkook was still gently brushing when he moved with hands lower down, brushing the base and as he gently gripped her tail there to carry on when he stopped dead in his tracks, stunned as loud purrs turned into something a lot more intense. In her fascination, Y/n stopped holding back all the noises from before and the second he grabbed her tail there and brushed the base, her mouth dropped open in a high whine with her eyes scrunched closed, nothing muffling the noise as her face was turned out of the pillow to watch Jungkooks hands. Her body wasnât sent up in sparks and moved involuntarily, thighs tense and hips lifting up, pushing Jungkooks hand straight onto the base of her tail where it connected to her lower back. Y/nâs eyes shot open at that as a clear moan left her lips, hands gripping the pillow under her head tightly as she couldnât stop her wide stare at him as it happened.
Jungkook knew better than to move in that moment, he didnât want her to feel panicked,embarrassed or upset. He pushed aside his own bodyâs reaction as blood flushed to specific regions at the noises coming from Y/n and grounded himself, giving her a soft smile that she didnât return over her shoulder, eyes still wide. Jungkook just moved the hand holding the brush to let go, other hand still on her tail as he slowly pressed circles into Y/nâs lower back, hoping to both ground and relax her. It seemed to work as the panic in her eyes slowly eased into that droopy state Jimin would get in whenever the base of his tail was touched.
Her head dropped to the pillow again, eyes softening and the rest of her body relaxing into Jungkook. In return, he kept pressing circles into her lower back, hand kept still on her tail until she could tell him what she wanted to do, he tried to ignore the slight shake of her thighs as they were pressed tightly together ontop of his lap but couldnât help the slight glance he took. He regretted it as soon as he noticed how soft her thighs looked, the plush of them spreading across the entire expanse of his lap even when they were tightly held together. They looked like perfect pillows, hand rests, headrests and so much more but he quickly looked away before letting his thoughts progress.
âY/n? Do you want me to keep going, thereâs just this little bit here leftâ - Jungkook spoke gently to her as she looked at him and nodded in agreement, he was surprised at that, sure that sheâd want to do it on her own but it seemed his hold on her tail had shielded her from feeling anything negative and he was glad about that. Ensuring he was as gentle as possible, Jungkook rested her tail on his hand and used the brush he previously put down to gently detangle the knots on it. Y/n wasnât silent besides her purrs though this time, she let out small noises at every move of his hand and pull of a knot, not in disapproval, more from the pleasure she couldnât pretend not to have. Her scent was bursting off of her in strong waves that had Jungkook have to breathe through his mouth to hold composure before it intensified and even then, breathing through his mouth didnât help as he could taste her and that was even worse. Even worse because not that heâd have a taste it would never be enough, he snapped his mouth shut breathing minimally as he continued until he was at the part where it connected to her back and thanked his reflexes for moving away fast as Y/nâs hips jumped up again, he would of pulled her tail if not and neither of them want to know what would happen then.
When he finished, he tapped Y/nâs upper thigh twice to wake her out of her state only to have to divert his attention away completely at the sight of her thigh bouncing just from his soft pats. She was too beautiful in every way and he felt like he was starting to lose his ability to deny his attraction and little did he know, so was she, his entire pack knew too. It was time for Jungkook to have a serious chat about next steps with Y/n with his mates.
As Y/n became more conscious she slid herself slowly back, moving her knees up to being herself back up and unknowingly putting her entire body just centimetres from Jungkooks face, she wasnât bothered as she couldnât ignore how much better she felt, not just from her tail being nearly dry now and soft, but from being taken care of, it was unfamiliar but she enjoyed it more than she should admit. She knew after that she would be craving his attention and touch a ridiculous amount but pushed that thought aside to focus.
âItâs so soft and nearly dry thank you Kookie itâs perfect, thank you so muchâ - Y/n happily threw herself into his arms, thanking him with a warm embrace and stunning him at a peck on the cheek before jumping up and focusing on the boxes that were brought in.
âSo what are they?â - Y/n asked curiously, leaning in to inspect the fancy boxes
âThey- Tae- dinner⌠clothes?â - Jungkook couldnât form real sentences as his brain was trying to process everything that happened but Y/n understood and asked to open one to which he quickly agreed. The largest box was white, wrapped with a large bow with a small tag on it
âFor a pretty kitty - Vâ Y/nâs heart fluttered at the words but she picked up his designing name, it made her curious, had he bought the surprise, or had he made it?
Y/n carefully pushed off the ribbon and pulled the lid off, curious as she saw white fur. She gently moved to grab at the material, immediately noticing the softness of it, wanting to purr just at that before she pulled it out further and stood up straight to hold it infront of her.
Y/n stood shocked as the soft white fur turned into a oversized, thick faux fur coat, similar to the one Taehyung wore when they met the first time, the white blinding and the fur perfectly soft, it was constructed perfectly, it seemed the perfect length and she wanted to wrap up in it then and there, not to mention how absolutely beautiful it was.
Upon closer inspection she noticed the tag in it, labelled by Taehyung and she found an embroidered message on it tooâ the prettiest kitty â with the âVâ above it; she quickly realised he had made this for her, to her size, recently as it was clearly brand new and plush. She spun around with it in her hands and began to excitedly show Jungkook, spinning around him, careful not to crush the coat as she felt it delicately, she spun around like a princess as she laughed and he returned the gesture, secretly getting out his phone to record the moment, knowing Taehyungs chest would fill with pride at the sight of her loving his work.
âItâs too much Kookie, so beautiful but too muchâ - Y/nâs smile turned into a small frown, ears pinning back at her realisation, as she was about to gently place it back in the box, a large figure pressed up against her back and grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from the box to stop her. It all happened too fast from Jungkook pressing up against her to him leaning down to whisper in her ear while his thumbs pressed into the scent glands on her wrists where she felt her, making her gasp.
âIâll let you in on a secret Y/nie, nothing is too much when it comes to you, we would give you the world, hyungs wouldnât react as lightly as I am to you rejecting a gift because itâs âtoo muchââ - Something had changed in Jungkooks voice as he whispered, body pressing impossibly close and thumbs applying more pressure, she realised it was his Busan satoori , thick on his tongue as his warm breath tickled her ear. She practically melted on the spot as she clocked his words, nothing is too much? Why would they feel like that? All of them⌠and then the realisation at the rest of his words set in. If this was reacting lightly, while she should deny it, Y/n really wanted to know how the rest of them reacted, it had blood rushing to her cheeks and her breath hitching.
âYou understand, donât you Y/nie?â - She thought he was finished until he said that, a high pitched noise of approval calling from her lips with her head nodding. She felt like she could finally breathe for a second as he started to pull away from her back until he leant in to whisper again
âGood girl, now go open the rest.â - the praise had a gasp leaving Y/n, her knees buckling slightly and butterflies filling her stomach but Jungkook switched up immediately, stepping back with a bit smile, his duality confused her but she had to push that thought aside as he asked her of something.
âPut it onâ - Jungkook beamed at her as he said, she silently obeyed and put on the glamourous coat, it fit perfectly for her, oversized in the best way and it made her feel more luxurious than she ever had
âI love it.â - Itâs all she could say as Jungkook could tell she felt so much more about it and encouraged her to open the next box, more nervous about if sheâd like this one as much
The second box is smaller but just as beautifully packaged, a large bow and ribbon across it which she carefully removed, this one addressed from Jimin
âRed will definitely be your colour - Jiminâ
It had her curiosity growing as she opened the box and saw white mesh over red material and gently pulled it out, her eyes widened at the beautifully constructed dress before her.
It was red, a long fitted dress that loosened slightly at her thigh from a slit, it was both simple and complex, the perfect balance as a Matt crimson material was the base, a nearly transparent white tulle overtop that slightly ruched at the waist, both materials slightly draped at the chest area as it had thin straps to hold it on, when she looked at the back she found the tulle thickened into a large bow that slightly adjusted and underneath was the zip. The layers of the dress were connected but made it seem fuller with so much dimension, the red was prominent but somehow perfectly complimented by the white overlay.
Y/n had never worn a dress similar, it was incredible, she had never even imagined such a thing but she knew it could perfectly suit her, all she worried about was the measurements. Would it fit her? How would they of even known what size she would be? And when she saw the label, the cursive âJiminâ with his own short message underneath âthe first giftâ somehow she knew he had specifically designed this for her, in that sense he had also tailored this to her size wise but how?
Jungkook answered her unspoken question
âTae and Jimin have an eye for knowing near exact measurements when it comes to clothes, you should try it on, I know heâd be happy to make any adjustments if it didnât fit.â - He was more than happy to see her enjoying the gifts and knew the final two would tie it all together but admittedly was desperate to see her in the dress.
âIâll go try it on now!â - Y/n was almost jumping with excitement, her freshly brushed tail swinging rapidly, smacking Jungkook as she spun on her feet and headed towards her bedroom. While she did Jungkook took the opportunity get his phone out and text him and his matesâ group chat.
âSheâs opened the coat and dress, she loves themâ - JK
âHas she tried them on? What did she say about them?â - JM
âI knew sheâd love itâ - TH
âShe has only tried the coat on, sheâs so happy and sheâs trying the dress on nowâ - JK
Both of the designers hearts swelled with pride and joy at her enjoying their work
âJust listen out, sheâll need help to do the zipperâ - JM
âTell us if it fits, tell us how it looksâ - TH
Jungkook quickly agreed and on that cue, hear Y/nâs soft voice calling out to him from her room, he walked up to the door and found her back facing him, long hair falling down her back just below her waist, the dress was on but not zipped up, he could see her arms holding the front up to hide herself but she looked over her shoulder embarrassed
âCould you zip me up please?â - Y/n refused to look into his eyes as she asked but he just smiled and nodded moving forward to touch the dress. When he got close enough her tail was tickling him as it sway, comfortably fitted in the small hole designed for it, before it moved to one side so Jungkook could reach. As he held either side his warm breath danced over her shoulder as he looked down, he held the two sides on her lower back and felt his thumbs graze either side of her lower spine as he held the zipper and slowly pulled it up. He could only move it a little bit before he gently gathered Y/nâs hair and placed it over her shoulder, revealing the rest of her back. His knuckle grazed her spine the entire time he pulled the zipper up and Y/n was a flustered mess when he was finished. He adjusted the bow to cover the zip again and tightened it before telling her it was finished.
She looked down before stepping forward, thanking him and turning around, not having seen it on herself before Jungkooks jaw dropped, she was absolutely breathtaking, the dress fit like a glove, it complimented her skin, her hair, her eyes, her aura, it was perfect on her. Only one word could fall out of Jungkooks mouth in that moment and it just
âBeautifulâŚâ - Y/nâs heart swelled at that, not knowing how it looked but already feeling good about herself. That lead to her smiling and walking to her full length mirror. She really did look beautiful and she felt so good about herself, the dress fit perfectly, her waist fitted and hips accentuated.
The only thing newer to her was the cleavage, she never wore shirts with cleavage and having a quite large breasts meant that in this dress, they were very much out and she wouldnât normally be comfortable but for some reason, she felt amazing about it. She was only going to be with the boys who in the last few weeks, she had learnt to trust with her life, she wasnât sure why they got so close so quickly but she was comfortable wearing this around them, she was comfortable around them altogether.
While Y/n was admiring the dress in the mirror, Jungkook had a second to process the princess in front of him, the beauty she held and the way she made brought the design and vision Jimin had to life, heâd be so happy right now and he desperately wanted to take a picture but knew it would be better for them to wait, for them to have a big reveal. His time to process was cut off when his eyes refocused on Y/n, her body was soft, his hands always melted into her whenever he touched her and it drove him crazy but this dress accentuated every bit of her body, from her wide hips and large thighs up her soft tummy and to her large breasts, it showed every small mark on her revealed skin, every freckle and scar from her previous years, the documents of her life before them, she had stained his mind ever since they met.
From the second he lay eyes on her and it all felt too real in that moment, gifting her his matesâ special designs, helping her into her dress, brushing her tail and having her trust him with one of the most sensitive parts of her body and being comfortable enough to allow it all to happen, it felt right. It felt like they were meant to be, she was absolutely perfect in every way, every little mark on her skin was perfect, every time she would make her own marks on him by accident when she wouldnât retract her claws was perfect, every little moment with her felt unreal. Reality felt like the most beautiful dream when he was with her; he was more than grateful, more than lucky, all he could hope is that she felt the same way but somehow he knew, within he knew that she did feel that way too, maybe it was the glint in her eyes or maybe it was the way she leant into his touch, maybe it was the way she let her hybrid surface whenever they were together or maybe it was the way she trusted him, somehow he knew.
His breathe was caught when she turned around again and he was so infatuated with her that he couldnât hear what she said until she slightly frowned and said his name, he had to ask her to repeat herself sheepishly.
âUnzip me? Please, I donât want to ruin it, itâs so perfectâ - Y/n was so cute to him, the way her eyes looked over the dress in awe as her hair fell over her face and she used both hands to push it back, even her smallest actions were so cute. He snapped out of his thoughts as he agreed and walked forward, gently holding her bare shoulders as he walked behind her and pushed her hair to the side again, moving under the tulle bow to the zip.
âSheâs the epitome of perfection, of pure joy and beauty, one day Iâll know sheâs mineâ - Jungkook knew he fell hard and fast but as his hands grazed her back and goosebumps grew on her arms as she slightly pushed into his hands, he wouldnât change it for the world.
âYou know, Jimin and Taehyung take it upon themselves to dress us all for every event, itâs one way they show their loveâ - Heâd hoped sheâd understand what he meant by this and when he felt her skin warm up, scent sweeten and tail swing faster, he knew she was blushing and understood.
âYou all must look even more handsome than usual at every event then, I feel so pretty, Iâll have to return their love soon hm?â - Y/n spoke her thoughts word for word, almost in a dream in her mind, not even thinking much about how sheâd admitted to wanting to reciprocate their love, Jungkooks felt her heart beating as fast as his own, rapidly thumping against her chest, it made him smile so wide. That was until heâd fully unzipped the dress and quickly noticed the fabric start to slouch at her waist, Y/n was so deep in thought that she hadnât grabbed the fabric to hold against her chest. He worked quickly to grab the two sides from the top where the zipper connects and hold them high on her back so she wouldnât be exposed, she still hadnât realised until Jungkook called out her name with a âCarefulâ it had her snapping back, cheeks flushing, embarrassed but also smiling at how much of a gentleman he was and how he had brought back that first time they spoke, when heâd told her to be careful as she dropped that bottle.
She thanked him quickly and looked over his shoulder up at him, holding her chest to hold the dress up when he let go, she felt the air grow thick as their eyes connected, anything around them muffling as they zoned in on eachother. Y/n captured his doe eyes as she studied his face, appreciating the warmth in his eyes, the hair brushing his forehead, messy from the pool earlier, the piercing on his eyebrow, his soft nose, sharp jawline, the way his soft eyes juxtaposed that dominant appearance he held everywhere else, until her eyes travelled down slightly, to the pink lips, wrapped in a thin silver ring on the same side as his eyebrow piercing, she intended to look away until his scent thickened, the soft linen smell travelling through her body until his mouth slightly parted to let his tongue past through to wet his lips and there she discovered a new detail he had kept well hidden.
When he licked his lips she saw the silver on his tongue, a tongue piercing, she didnât know why but it had her melting on the spot, his tall figure looming over her, she felt herself slightly pushing herself up onto her tip toes to get closer , hands still holding the dress. Jungkooks own hands let go of the dress to fall onto her soft hips, he felt the perfect hand rests as his fingers immediately melted into her skin. He gripped hard enough to pull her in closer, she would of stumbled if it wasnât for her grip keeping her exactly where he wanted her. His own gaze fell from her wide eyes to her plump lips, their natural tint drawing his in as they fell open the tiniest bit, they both knew what they wanted when she pushed herself higher and he leant down slightly, hands holding her hips tighter, he watched her eyes softly close and knew this was the moment he had been waiting for, his opportunity of confirmation. He could feel her soft, strawberry breath on his own lips, just an inch apart when he leant down, his hair definitely tickling her.
The moment could have been ruined by the loud vibrations on his phone, definitely texts from his mates asking about the dress but he refused to let it stop this. He made sure she was flush against his front in that moment and let one of his hands move up to cup from the back of her neck to her jaw, tilting her head even further up to connect their lips. It was like fireworks had set off in the both of them, y/n tried to push impossibly closer to his body, finally getting to taste the linen that would stick to her every single day, it tasted so good she nearly fell right there, she had already fallen in one way she wouldnât let it be physically shown, or so she thought when her knees buckled but she was held exactly where she was by Jungkooks strong hands.
She let him take the lead, not even thinking about how this was her first kiss, she was more than glad to let him take it. Sheâd never even come close to a romantic or intimate relationship due to her reserved personality but she knew when she grew so comfortable with him and his mates that she wanted them. Jungkook felt her letting him take the lead and wanted to smirk but did exactly what she wanted instead of letting pride consume him. He kept it sweet, lightly dancing his lips over hers to ease her in, it felt so good to have that ripe strawberry taste fill his mouth and to have her soft pillowy lips against his own, perfectly fitting between each others. He pushed his own lips slightly harder against hers, keeping her steady as her body reacted, he didnât want to make it too much the first time so he slowly pulled away. As he got a few inches from her face he opened his eyes, being softer with the hand on her neck and jaw, her eyes were still closed and lips slightly parted even more pink and plump than before just from the short kiss, he couldnât help but wonder about how theyâd look in the future, when it all happened again.
His thoughts were cut off when she opened her eyes, she felt hot, soft and so many things but one look into his eyes had her relaxing, she knew he didnât regret it and neither did she. She wanted nothing more in that moment but for it to happen again but she also knew she wouldnât be able to cope, not with the way she had melted in his hands, his thumb gently rubbed over her neck and hit her scent gland over and over, her eyes faultered slightly again. She could feel his grip loosen slightly on her waist and she fell a small amount to the ground from her tip-toes, he already seemed ridiculously tall but when she was looking up at him like that, his big hands all over her, he seemed like a god.
âIâve wanted to do this for a while princessâ - He smiled happily down at her but her eyes slightly widened at the confession and his satoori that had come out again, her own voice felt small but she knew he heard it
âI have tooâ - the confirmation was all they both needed to feel nothing but pure bliss. It took a minute before they both recovered as they realised Y/n still needed to get out of the dress and Jungkook left the room to give her privacy, immediately texting his mates so fast that he was making every typo possible but they understood, it was a step that had them all stopping in their tracks and smiling, melting even. Nothing else was thought about in that moment, not in Namjoons office, not in the kitchen with Jin, not in Yoongis piercing room where he was planning clients, not in Hoseoks dance studio, and not in Jimin and Taeâs meeting.
When Y/n came back into the living room in her set from before they both smiled bashfully at eachother before Jungkook told her she had one more present to open, her hands were slightly shaking from the previous interaction as she opened the smaller box, finding a pair of pretty white kitten heels with a small tulle bow over the toe box that matched the bow on the back of the dress exactly. They were about just under two inches high, easy for her to walk in and a bright white, one that matched the fur coat, she was already stunned by the other firsts but these brought the entire outfit together it was amazing to her how theyâd thought of everything and in the soles she saw the branding of Jimin and Taehyungs company, she traced over it in appreciation with a wide smile on her face.
Fully holding one shoe she saw a small handwritten card underneath, addressed from Jimin and Taehyung
âWe hope you like it kitty, youâll look beautifulâ - the short message had her internally screaming like a child, she wanted to get up and jump with joy at the entire day she felt like she was in heaven, she couldnât properly express anything so she just looked over her shoulder with a huge smile, not even saying anything and didnât even notice as he clicked a picture of her, heel and note in hand, sitting so cute as she smiled at him over her shoulder. He immediately sent to the groupchat
âOur Strawberry Princessâ
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Just know it hasnât been proofread or edited but next chapter will be out very soon!
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Before I Leave You (Pt.76)
Summary: Your Pre-heat fever builds and builds and builds until it breaks.
Tags: forced caretaking, Preheat, scenting, nesting, mindless fluff, hurt/comfort, omega/omega content, possessive behavior, omegaspace, lactation kink, Jin's hormones briefly convince him that the m/c is his actual pup, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, tummy worship?, nipple play, manhandling, heavy petting, fingering, exhibitionism, jk gets a little pussy obsessed, slight jk focus, slick marking, a tiny bit of ass play, slight painplay, implied/foreshadowed womb fucking, hole check, gentle spanking, dom! namjoon, d/s,
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A/n:Â so it's once again birthday pup time for me! i'm going to be turning twenty eight! i can't believe it's my birthday already! as with my usual birthday tradition- i have made a little amazon wish list. it's been three years since I first did this and my room is littered with the little things you guys have gotten me over the years. I still sleep under the big duvet you guys got me and it's my favorite thing <3 the love you guys give me during my birthday always leaves me feeling warm for months.
Previous part - Masterlist - First part
Jungkookâs whole face is parked between your thighs, sweaty cheeks, chiseled jaw resting uncomfortably against your hip bones, Curling locks and all.
Thatâs the first thing that alerts you to the pack's predicament when you begin to wake up the next morning in the heat nest. There are raised voices nearby. Someone is upset, not angry. But upset.
A wide back rumbles behind you, and the uneasy scents dissipate.
All of your stuffed animals are piled around you, your jellycats and the special extra soft ones that Jimin and Tae got you. You can distantly remember reaching for them sometime during the early morning and whining. Yoongiâs voice pitched low and sweet.
âThis one little lovely? How about this one?â a finger rubs against your cheek, running through your peach fuzz accompanied by a quiet hum of approval. âMy broody little omega, just wanna keep all your small and cute things safe huh? So soft and little. Just wanna show the alphas that you can take care of small things in your nest, right?â
You remember whining and nuzzling, trying to tell him without words (words are so so hard in omegaspace) that you didnât really care about showing the icky alphas resting too close in the hallway. All you care about is showing him.
Now as you wake, things are less simple. There are tense voices and scents all around you. A tangle of them no longer sour but still alpha. Jin has not let them into the nest yet but you're starting to need them- starting to think that even if they are icky you might as well justâŚbe close to them. Something small and furry and desperate claws for them in your chest. For Namjoonie, Hobi, Jiminie, and Tae Tae Tae- in your chest. A need that had been quiet yesterday but is loud today.
The need for her rises up now like a rabid animal. Tae Tae Tae. All in your head. At least you think it might be all in your head- you can feel your mouth moving and someone coming close. A silky pant leg brushes your thigh as she starts to move only to get held back.
"You shouldn't- Tae- Jin will get mad."
Your instincts quiet at the sound of them and you begin to wake. You're not in heat yet. Not yet, but the fever is building. A slow drip starting to spill out around the edges. The surface tension in your being trembling and twitching. Burning through you and turning your mind crumbly and hazy at the edges.
âHowâs her temperature?â You hear a distant voice ask. Joonie alpha. Your mind identifies.
You feel a wide familiar palm against your forehead. Your throat. âStill a little cold- thank you Jinnie- what a good omega keeping our pup warm.â More fluffy blankets get dumped on top of you and you feel like youâre buried beneath layers and layers of clouds. The shimmering delight on the edge of your instincts. a high keening sound and a low alpha growl.
They don't smell quite so rancid as they did yesterday but they still smell sour. You have a sinking feeling it has nothing to do with their pheromones or hormones and more to do with the moment. What theyâre discussing.
But what could they ever possibly have to be afraid of? Your alphas are awfully strong and protective of you. In a nest so lovely and so soft there is nothing that could possibly hurt you. Jinnie made it so well you're half convinced it could keep monsters out.
You feel a hiss building in your throat at the idea of a particular monster. Distant in your memories but never far for long. The ickiest of alphas. Never. You rub your face harder into the object to your left. A sensation- a finger trails down your scent gland, touching where it aches. Nudging a whine from your throat.
But there is nothing at all bad hereâŚBesides Kookie.
He's so sweaty and sticky that it's a little bit gross. It wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't laying all of his body weight into you and pressing his face anywhere your skin is bare. He clings, his hands sliding under your behind and hips to hold you close, face pressed to a spot that makes you shiver from the intensity, the sensitiveness, that every breath makes against your barely covered tummy.
Jungkook noses first into your navel and then lower. Little breaths of air and his chin tickling where youâre most sensitive. The scent of slick is cloying on the air, you have no idea if itâs his or yours or Jinâs. Â
Huh, That's a little strange.
Jungkook's not usually so clingy with you in the morning. Usually, he reserves this particular trend of endless nuzzling for the alphas. He's holding you so tight that you couldn't even squirm away if you wanted to, rubbing his cheek over and over again along your thighs, your stomach, your pussy.
He rubs his cheek along the space between your thigh and hip and purrs. Loud and rumbly, vibrating against your front. You reach down sleepy, brushing his hair away from his face. You wish the alphas would let him sleep- but the sound of tense voices is making you feel sensitive and whiney.
"I can smell it hyung, don't tell me you can't- and look at the way he's-â
Jungkook turns and snaps his teeth at them and they fall silent. You lift up your head a little.
Jin's perched on the edge of the nest half in Namjoonâs lap. The pack alpha leans against the doorway as Jin dozes against his throat. Tae mirrors them on the other side of the pocket French doors. Wrapped in a duvet from one of the decoy nests and clutching a steaming cup of coffee.
A glass jug of electrolyte mix sits between them and a few cups of coffee leave rings on the floor. Colorful plastic cups stacked nearby. Steam rising in sweet ribbons. Hobi stands there in the doorway, stretches, and yawns. Revealing inches of toned tummy that your eyes fixate on. Â Distantly you remember, "one sip of caffine isn't going to hurt Jinnie, Namjoon."
"Sorry pups- we didn't mean to wake you-" Tae is in bright red pj's, the kind patterned with small dark flowers, silky and impenetrable. You want them in the nest the second you see them. But- but-
You look down, and Jungkook's cheeks are just as red. Flushed and sweaty. His hips cocked at a weird angle; one leg hitched up in a position that looks wrong. He looks like heâs uncomfortable.
âKoo?â You ask, but he just lets out a small chirp. âWhat? Why are you-â
A hand in your hair makes you look up. Jimin is standing there, pursing his lips, looking down at you conflicted. Light streams in through a crack in the gauzy curtains, cutting across his waist, the spot where his shirt rides up on his hips revealing inches of honey skin and the line of his hipbones.
Your blunt omega teeth feel precariously sharp in your mouth. Two parts wanting and one part terror. Jimin, alpha, alpha in the nest. Alpha in the heat nest, alpha alpha alpha.
Jimin knows your terror, letting his shoulders slump and his scent spill out- unthreatening. Your panic eases away. âI was just fixing the curtains. They were making Jinnie uneasy.â The pack omega says nothing, settling up on Namjoonâs shoulder, looking like heâs falling asleep too. A strip of pale blue spring sky is visible only through the very top of the curtains.
âMinnie? Whatâs wrong with Koo? Why is he?â Jiminâs small smile falters, and you can tell he doesnât want to say it. Whatever it is that the alphas were talking about.
Behind you, a warm chest moves, it's Yoongi. Soft and firm against your back. His chest expanding buffers you like gentle waves during a summer storm, gentle and lulling. Itâs very hard to stay awake. So warm and so cuddled.
But JungkookâŚ
Your mate's voice is low in your ears, but his hand joins yours in pushing Jungkook's hair away from his sweaty face. Pinching his cheeks until Jungkook's tongue lolls out, licking Yoongi's fingers. It's lewd and it's hungry. You squirm back against Yoongi and at the smell of your slick.
So close to Jungkook's face, that you can't avoid it being scented on the air. A lax grin stretches Jungkookâs face, eyelashes fluttering, his smile dopey and out of it.
Yoongi's voice is rough from disuse, making your stomach swoop. Jungkook pushes against Yoongi's touch trying to get back to your stomach back between your legs. Chirping and trilling his displeasure. Trying to burrow and nuzzle through Yoongiâs hands unsuccessfully.
âKoo was feeling a little left out.â
âNo,â you whisper, your stomach dropping for a whole other reason. Surprise making you lucid. âReally?â
Jungkook blinks, pouting. A little dazed. âI fucking hate cramps. Hyung- let go-â Yoongi lets Jungkookâs face go and he plants himself right back between your thighs. Nuzzling and shuffling until you let him closer. His face lowers to get closer to where youâre most sensitive. You try and stop him but Jungkook growls and you quiet.
The alphaâs watch as Jungkook nuzzles between your legs, nothing more than a thin layer of fabric to keep the smell of slick and all of where youâre most sensitive from Jungkook. Cheek squished against your pussy, soft breaths tickling your inner thigh. Jungkook settles and huffs.
Jimin runs a finger down your cheek but you hardly notice, still looking down at Jungkook, an upset pout already forming on your face.
"Oh," you're almost teary-eyed with it. You can't imagine Jungkook feeling as sensitive, as scared, as needy as you feel. It's upsetting, the fact that your nestmate is feeling so- soâŚand you can't- that heâs going into heat and youâre not-
You understand why Jin got upset yesterday. Having nestmates is different than having alphas or mates. There is a special corner of your instincts dedicated to taking care of them that hates this; all going into heat at the same time.
A smaller more wicked voice whispers other things, facts you dare not voice;
If alpha knocks you all up at once then you can all be pretty and round in the nest together. You can get all sweet with milk at the same time as Jungkook and Jin. It would be so easy- being pupped with Jungkook and Jin. Your sensitive sensitive tummy feels so unsafe, like this, Jungkook sleepily pulling up your shirt so that all of the alphaâs can see.
You shouldnât be like this- you should both be belly down in the nest, you need to hide it from the alphaâs and leave it just for your nestmates to touch. Guarding you- that's what jungkook is doing. keeping your tummy safe from the alpha's until he deems you ready to be bred by them.
You want it. All of you safe and round and full, claimed by your alpha's in a way that sticks. You should stay close to him- make sure that alpha breeds him proper. All of them should breed Jungkook at least once just to make sure it takes.
Yoongi sets a hand over your stomach, and Jungkook tries to nip at it, to keep him away. Yoongi just pushes at his nose, a little playful. Jungkook grins, panting through his teeth. "Calm down pup, it's okay, Jungkook's gonna be fine. all three of your heats is nothing we can't handle."
Behind you, Tae snorts. hobi pinches her arm in repremand and she swats his hand away.
You nod wetly, but itâs hard to quiet your sniffles. Jimin leaves the nest, carefully stepping over the border so that he doesn't mess it up. Hoseok grabs his arm to steady him. Mindful of Jinâs boundaries that get momentarily tread over as Namjoon picks him up, helping with the aid of Tae and Jimin, to get Jinnie back into the nest.
With all of them looming over you, you feel incredibly small. looking and watching hungrily as they gently puppet the pack omega and lie him down. kind of on top of your plushie pile- but you don't mind- that's why you made it anyways. Jin sleepilly starts to tug them close, the soft and small things clutched to his chest.
The alpha's linger above you. looking down and watching. their feet depressing the nest where they stand.
Jungkook sighs against your thigh. "S'okay, at least now it's all of us together."
Omegaspace isnât something youâve seen on Jungkook as frequently as you would have liked. But thereâs a childish pout to his lips. Cute, that you want to kiss at. Want to nibble. "Alphas don't even need to help- just Jinnie and me and Yoomi."
That gets a laugh out of the rest of them, Yoomi is a new nickname for your mate that leaves him smiling a little. You look up at him, eyes drooping and struggling to stay awake. You happen to agree but words are hard so you just settle for purring. Behind Jimin, you can see Hobi watching, smiling.
Jimin leans around the doorway and raises his eyebrow at Jungkook, as far as he dares to go into the nest room without permission. "You'll be begging for my knot later for that pup."
Jungkook huffs, "Won't, promise, not gonna ask for an icky-smelling alpha."
Jimin cocks head, "Is that so? Then maybe I should only knot Jinnie and her if you're so sure you won't need it."
Jungkook seems to second guess himself, "hyung wait- you can knot me just not-"
"I'm just teasing."
Jungkook huffs, nuzzling back between your legs, "meanie"
It feels strange, not necessarily sexual- having Jungkook's face pressed between your legs. There's a zing of pleasure at the touch, sure, but Yoongi holds your hips and keeps you still so that Jungkook can get comfortable. Holding you stationary so that you won't move against the feeling of his nose nuzzling over your underwear.
His low voice is husky in your ear as he whispers, âThatâs it pup, let Jungkookie and then you can- there you go. No- No rubbing. Be a good pup and settle.â
You feel yourself clench weakly and when you open your eyes, Namjoon is watching you from the doorway. Eyes dark and scent unrepentantly sweet and musky. You donât mind him watching. The sight of all of his omegas in a heat nest is one that heâs allowed to indulge in. Tae too- wraps around his arm with her head resting on his shoulder.
Every minute the alphaâs are allowed closer, last night they werenât allowed in the doorway, now, one at a time in the nest. Itâs only a matter of time before all bets are off and theyâre all allowed here. Â
Jungkook settles once he finds the right spot on your plush thigh. His warm breath easing away the remaining ache in your core. The cramps are better now but not entirely gone yet. Your body preparing itself for your alpha's, making room for their cocks and their knots.
You wonder if you'll be able to take Namjoon's unprepped. You're almost dizzy with the thought of it. You wonder what it's going to feel like- having him fuck you through your heat along with Jungkook and Jin. Namjoon's knot would be the best- the exact things your cramps need. Soon the cramping will fade and the need to be filled will take its place, you can already feel it a little.
Namjoon watches Jungkook nuzzle, you part your thighs further to show and-
Yoongi's teeth bite into the back of your neck, the same second Jungkookâs clamp on your inner thigh, not hard- just enough for you to feel it.
Yoongi's words swallow your whine. "Calm pup- not yet- not until the pack omega says you can." Not until I say you can.
Even having the alphas a little too close could trigger your heat too soon. They're doing their best, trying to stay away. With Jin and Jungkook the risk of triggering a heat isn't quite so scary. But with you, itâs a little unpredictable. The last thing they want to do is have it come too quick.
Jungkook is a good omega. He won't let any alphas come close until Jin says so. Literally guarding your stomach and womb from a knot. It's a little cute, even if it is a little lewd. He grumbles out something unintelligible before he huffs one final time and goes back to sleep. Shuffling his hips, a little, legs splaying like he's trying to alleviate the ache there a little.
There is some murmuring, the rest of them talking over each other while you look down at Jungkook and comb through his hair, Yoongi's fingers dancing across his jaw, hovering on his lower lip, and Jungkook returns to nuzzling into your stomach.
âThree omegas in heat- how are we going to do this?â
Tae's hand grips Jimin's, squeezing hard as they stand in the nest. Namjoon fluffs a blanket over Jin's back. the pack omega's hands deftly tangling with a stuffed bunny you have. ordinarily- jin would never cuddle with your stuffed animals like this- but it fills you with a sense of soft chagrined. The pack omega can want these things, can like these things, nesting doesn't always have to be about protecting- it can just feel nice too.
It doesn't have to be scary, it's feeling less scary already. you don't mind that the alpha's are here, standing around you three and yoongi.
âWeâll manage, same way we always do.â She turns, hair fluffing, she's taken it out of her rollers already and it falls in soft waves. She looks soft, looks like she belongs in the nest. You're glad she's here. You crane your neck and Tae notices, stooping slightly to touch your cheek.
"Mommy alpha? Please?" you start, and behind you, Yoongi mutters a curse.
Tae says nothing, a gentle smile spreading her cheeks, touch your cheek. They're doing alot of that- you wonder why? Your cheeks feel awfully pink and feverish, sensitive there.
The alphas are starting to smell nicer, very very nice, not sweet and cloying like Jin and Jungkook- but musky and tempting. You nuzzle into Taeâs wrist, nose searching for more of the scent. Her fingers itch towards the back of your neck. A scruff would make you so pliant and docile- and she wants to hear you squeak and purr more- like last night.
But Jungkook sits up, eyes beady, snapping his teeth. His hiss loud, "Mine" he's crouched low, prepared to pounce, mouth cleaved open in a snarl- guarding the nest and you. Tae's eyes go wide and Namjoon grabs her around her wrist.
"Kookie-" Namjoon tries to start, but Jungkook just hisses again.
You feel like you're further along than Jungkook is in your pre-heat, the restlessness in you quieted to a tired hum. You comb your hands through his hair as the alpha's make themselves scarce. Tae sends you a long look over her shoulder, mouthing "Sorry pup."
Beside you. Jin sleeps on, a big big big stuffed animal of yours that you might have scented in a daze half asleep (sleep nesting- similar to sleepwalking) pinned under his body. Jin stays asleep unaware of the snapping and light squabbles. Chest rising and falling underneath a cut of sunlight.
The alphas take it in stride, giving Jungkook space. You doze in between minutes, turning sideways to tuck your face into Yoongi's throat and hide from the sunlight. The springtime sunshine streams through the window all yellow and golden. You listen to the distant thunder of your alpha's speaking. Yoongi shuffles out from under and behind you and whispers softly that he'll be back in a minute. You only grumble quietly, and listen to his conversation with the others in the hall.
The soft smacking sound of kisses. "Sorry did we-"
Jungkook nuzzles into your stomach. Distracting you from the conversation in the hall. "No, just need coffee,"
You close your eyes and breathe and when you open your them you can watch the dustmotes swirl above you. Catching the light.
"Thank you- I'm sorry we didn't-" Jimin cuts himself off.
"It's find- Koo just-" Yoongi makes a disconcerting noise. Not a trill but a question without an answer. "You okay?"
If Jimin answers, you can't see it. The world slipping away under the guise of sleep.
"Koo's is hitting quick." that sentence gets no answer. No acknowledgment.
Theyâre unsure when exactly it will hit either by tonight or tomorrow morning if youâre lucky. You donât need to ask what the alphas did last night, but as you listen to them in the hall- rolling up some blankets (a decoy nest sacrificed for a sleeping spot.)
You gather that either one or all of them slept outside of the door last night, guarding the door and keeping you safe from any potential intruders. The only people who are allowed to freely come and go is of course- Noodle and Yoongi.
You must nod off at one point, because the next time you wake Jungkook has pulled himself up a little, head resting just below your ribs and Jin is lifting his head up out from under your stuffed animal pile. Sighing sleepily he scents Jungkookâs preheat on the air, dragging himself close to rub a soothing hand down Jungkookâs back. Looking down at the other omega and biting his lips.
At the pack omega's closeness, jungkook's arms tighten around your waist. âTheyâre not going to hurt us Koo, you can let go.â Jungkook's arms only tighten around your waist further in answer.
âCanât! Something bad is gonna happen if I let go!â Jin sighs, and you try and tell him with your eyes that itâs fine- that Jungkook can stay right here like this if it helps him, you really donât mind.Â
He leans over you, pressing his nose to your scent gland but you make a noise and pull away. âYour face is scratchy.â
Jin sits back on his heels, rubbing at his face almost angry, frustrated âGod damn it.â
âCome on hyung you love my heats-â
Jin scoffs, âYeah but you-â he seems to get ahold of himself. He pulls himself over to your and Jungkookâs quiet cuddle. Your legs, Jungkook's, Jin's. You don't know why you're still so tired, even after sleeping the whole night and most of the morning away, exhaustion pulls you down like a lead weight.
The next time you come to your mate's hands pet through your hair and ask if any of you need anything. Yoongi feeds you sips of that electrolyte mix, rubbing across your jaw to get you to swallow down all of it. Clumsy with sleep, a bit of it dripping down your chin that Jungkook eagerly licks at. Lapping at the salt from your lips when you're done in reward.
But the three of you doze, three sleepy omegaâs in a nest with little care to the world of the clattering outside in the kitchen and the smell of cooking food. Bread maybe? Pancakes?
Something sweet and syrupy eventually gets pressed against your lips, a strong arm around your waist, a soft croon- one of your alphaâs but itâs hard to tell who that says, âOpen up- good puppy.â
Yoongi practices his massage on Jungkook- pushing aches out of all of you with his thumbs and his laughter. You and Jin share the heating pad after breakfast. Pressed first over Jinâs lap and then yours as you press closer and closer until your stomach is pressed up against Jinâs.
Nesting with them is sort of your favorite thing. You don't even mind that the alpha's have joined you in the nest during breakfast. They're still careful and they're still mindful. But it doesn't feel so scary- having them close.
To be pressed belly to belly with your pack omega makes you feel so small your eyelids droop further. Hands loosely tangled with Jin's shirt, his tank top too- one like Hobi's.
Hobi who gets up after breakfast, hair fluffed from a thorough scenting. Jungkook is really good at scenting, knows just how to rub his cheek into the alphaâs until theyâre blushing and smelling musky. Heâs very intent and particular with it and squirms closer and closer to them until Namjoon detangles him and tells him off.
Hobi sees a break in it and leaves the nest, something you're not allowed to do. Every time you even think to shift away from Jin, he tugs you closer.
âPup, my pup,â Jinâs going in and out of lucidity, and he cradles you to his chest, eyes dark pools, pupils completely dilated. Hands grasping at your waist, your back, the back of your neck urging you lower, not too low- not in that way.
Jin stops around his heart, tugging you to his chest. Whining. âPup too tiny, pup needs- I need-â
He holds you there, hand around the back of your neck. Your lips smushed against his skin. Your face pressed to his chest so close you can feel every thump of his heartbeat. You don't understand what Jin is trying to get you to do, at least not immediately.
Yoongi is there, itâs a good thing that heâs there. he takes Jinâs hands away from you and squeezes them. You blink blearily- unaware of just what Jin hints at, his whines of distress and near chirps that Yoongi shushes.
âJinnie, baby- she is not actually your pup, youâre not-â He sounds stressed. You want to tell him that you donât mind but your words are hard to summon. Jin smells so good, his milky cream omega scent impossibly bright against your nose, almost citrussy.
âYou donât have milk sweet thing.â
You know that the instincts to protect and provide for pup and packmate get a little crossed in heats and ruts- but you never imagined that Jin would want to. Your toes curl, and full-body shivers erupt on your skin. Your eyes shoot open, immediately making eye contact with Yoongi- who looks stricken with something that looks an awful lot like arousal. Jin's chest heaves beneath you and he starts to tear up. Lower lip wobbling.
The heat beneath your skin bubbles up to meet him, and soon you'll melt away into nothing but sticky goey omega- you're sure of it. The embarrassment you feel at his urging is only quieted by the comfort you find in his touch, the way he holds you steady and tight. Almost captive. The idea of Jin- of your pack omega- doing that is-
Jin's big eyes are filling with tears, you have no doubt heâd be stomping his feet if he was standing if Yoongi wasnât gently whipping those same tears away. Is this omegaspace? Is this what Jinnie looks like when he falls soft and sweet just as you do?
You have to help, you have to make him stop crying, filling the air with a rancid scent that's so different from his usual scent that it makes you want to cry too.
You nuzzle closer to his throat, where he's still sweet sweet milky. Lying your weight on his chest, he hisses at the sensitivity of having his nipples brush your shirt and you whimper too. Equally as sensitive there. Your hormones spiking wildly.
But you follow your instincts and the animal lurking beneath your skin that tells you to get your mouth on your pack omega and suck. Suckling on Jinnieâs scent gland, squishy and swollen under your teeth. Worrying away at it between your teeth.
That seems to settle him a bit, he goes lax under you almost instantly, sighing, coming up to cup the back of your head, urging you closer until you go dizzy with it. "Good omega- good little pup." Yoongi wipes a little saliva from your cheek, and your eyelashes flutter.
"The alphas- the alphas next- have to make sure everyone is taken care of- have to s'my pack, my pups." Jinnie babbles.
You wait until he settles and falls back asleep before you stop sucking at his skin and sit up. A little hazy at the edges. Pulling away. You've left several small red marks in your wake.
Youâre starting to feel a little restless. Yesterday youâd thought that you could spend the rest of the month asleep and now? Now you fidget. Every time you try and leave the nest the alphas are there, corralling you back to it but you canât help it. You want to look closer at Jinâs decoy nests in the hall, and the kitchen. You want to hunt down Noodle and maybe brush him a little. Brush him and give him treats and keep him closer and-
You hear the others smile when you say that, babbling mindlessly about this and that. And you know that itâs just your omegan nesting instincts, theyâre the same instincts that you feel when you braid Jungkookâs hair, Taeâs too- perched on the edge of the nest. Keeping it away from their faces. Pressing your body along Taeâs side, hands guided by Jungkook, the three of you eat more breakfast to bulk up for the heat, for when you'll want little else but to fuck and be fucked.
But when your bellies are well and truly full, you roughhouse and play as pups do.
Jungkook pushes you down as you tease him by biting into his watermelon before he has a chance to steal the best bite, and he leans low to nip, imitating an alpha growl. Itâs a way youâve play wrestled before, an imitation of the way that Hobi and Jimin and Namjoon fight.
Only sometimes with Tae, less since sheâs transitioned and she's deemed herself too delicate for alpha wrestling. You happen to agree.
She doesn't feel delicate when she drags you back by your hips, ignoring the way that they splay almost curious, when she lands a swat over your behind. Not that Jungkook gets any better treatment. Sides drawn over Namjoon's lap, giggling and squirming as half a dozen swats are dispensed over his behind. Just as zoomy as you are. Zoomy but sleepy.
The alphas are keeping an eye out for any sexual contact. âYouâll make it come too quick Koo- for both of youâ Namjoon picks up Jungkook and put him back in the nest, away from you and not in the hall. Pouting up at your alpha.
"But hyung- we need to do something other than nap."
"Fine, you can go to the kitchen," Jungkook had perked up at that, "but not a walk Koo, I'm serious, if you were to go for a run right now, I'm not sure all of us could hold Jiminie back."
instincts chaff in strange ways. things that never would ordinarily irritate your alphas turn into grand offenses. like Clanging from the kitchen that comes with a loud shout and puttering feet. as if on queue jimin shouts from a room over.
"The mailman! The fucking mailman just put stuff in our mailbox! I should- I could-"
Tae leans out the door to shout down the hallway. Far away you hear noodle hiss- somewhat agreeing with Jiminâs frustrations.
"Jiminie- calm down, he's just doing his job, he's not here for our omega's."
Our omega's. You like the sound of that. You like the way Tae says it. 'Ours' has a nice ring to it. Relinquished briefly from your exhaustion and with permission- You and Jungkook are free from the nest- enough movement to sate your zoomies.
But not before a bath.
The alphas corral you one by one. You first, Jin second, and Jungkook last into the bathroom upstairs.
You're carried by Jimin and placed there (he almost drops you on the stairs because of how you nuzzle into his throat, his sensitive spot between his collar bones, and the skin over his pulse point is so tempting you can't resist a little nibble.) Tae follows close behind, watching the way your eyebrows pull together, peaking over Jimin's shoulder, teeth buried in his collar bones, and laugh. "Is Minnie yummy baby?"
You just bite down harder, and Jimin curses. His hands and arms remain firm and wrapped around you. Jimin would never drop you.
Huh, you should exploit that.
The shower is unexpectedly docile. Your wandering hands kept from wandering anywhere fun by Jimin's touch around your wrists. he holds you still no matter how much you whine and try to pull them out of his hands. You want to touch but they won't let you.
You try to peer at their knots but Tae picks up your chin and makes you look at just Jimin. You blink water out of your eyes. Jimin puts both your hands in one of his fists and then pushes his wet hair back from his face.
"If you look at us like that pup- what happens next won't be good. We have to make your heat come gentle."
"Gentle" you parrot weakly. Dazed. Shivering beneath the warm spray.
You whine and fight, but Jimin knows- senses you're doing it not to get away but because you like being held, like being manhandled and told what to do. You like the physical reminder that youâre not in control. It's like the play fighting- an imitation of something instinctual.
You squirm until you give in. Tae asks you to move and you move without thinking. Tae asks you to lift your arms and you lift your arms. Every âgood pupâ makes your brain hazy and your skin hum. Their pheromones are so thick in the air that you swear you can see them swirl. So close and confined to your alpha's your brain falls into a fugue state, almost trancelike.
Tae soaps up your body, cleaning you efficiently, trying not to linger, but it's hard when you keen at every touch, especially your chest, jolting in sensitivity. "I'm sorry pup- oh you're achy here? Mommy promises to kiss them better later." You like the idea of that. You curl close in Jimin's arms while Tae washes your hair. Hissing at every faint brush to your chest.
Places on you are sensitive that never were sensitive before. Your lower back, your chest, your throat. Tae drags the soap into circles and it feels like you spiral down and down. You know you'll be able to scrape together your brain later, but every time you go down into omegaspace it gets a little bit harder to come up for air. Your tether on your lucidity is flimsy at best. As effervescent as soap bubbles.
Jimin gives you light kisses for every order that you follow. his grip on your wrists slowly loostens until he's drawing your arms around his neck and holding you under your behind. "can't have you slipping pup." he says, voice low.
Jimin like you, has trouble speaking through his instincts. but when you open your eyes, he's watching you, keeping you steady and still for tae's touch.
and touch she does, indulging in it. soapy fingers dip low and scrub, inefficent but slow. a soft pleasure that warms you from the inside out, your stays perfectly relaxed. even as you mewl softly. jerking when tae uses the detachable showerhead to wash away the soap suds.
It feels sort of good- getting to scent and talk to and see Tae and Minnie one-on-one like this. Even if seeing them is more like falling asleep under the spray and talking to them is more like whining for your mommy until she gives you stupid chaste kisses to your cheek or forehead.
You tell her they're stupid kisses if they're not on your lips, and she rewards you with a raised eyebrow.
Omegaspace is deceptively hard to get out of, so you stop trying.
Eventually, the water stops falling around you and they help you out, drying off your body with your eyes closed. Arms loosely wound around Jiminâs neck. Tae pinches your cheeks, and you open your eyes before you open your mouth.
You feel like you're hearing everything through water. Yoongi is there and so is Namjoon, watching you with dark eyes, neither afraid nor hungry. tae says something that slips in one ear and out the other. Yoongi holds clothes for you. Just a single shirt, no pants or underwear.
Your body is too sensitive, and won't take or tolerate any more clothes than that- and only if it's his. It will get worse when you're in heat and your body won't be able to take anything touching it but the softest pillows.
Tae pinches your cheeks open gently. There is an orange bottle sitting there on the counter gathering condensation. Dark ink on the side reads 'for emergency uses only.'
You make eye contact with him as Namjoon puts the pill on your tongue.
Feeds you a bit of water, and closes your mouth, stroking your throat until he feels you swallow.
Bitter, It tastes bitter, rancid almost. Your body does not want whatever this pill offers- that you're sure of. You try to fight it, try to pull back, and spit it out. Jimin's rough fingers stroke your throat.
Namjoon puts a hand over your mouth so that you can and Namjoon growls low. "Swallow." You feel the command in your belly, your knees go weak, and you swallow without thinking. They let you go, Jimin sets you down, but still has to hold you up, your legs shaking like a newborn fawn.
"Was that?" You ask, dazed. Your words not making much sense. Yoongi puppets your arms through the holes of a shirt, pulling your wet hair out, stopping it from sticking to the back of your neck like he knows you hate.
"A contraceptive." Namjoon says, "We just have to be sure." You take greedy breaths of his scent. When he takes you from minnie, holding you up. Dizzy, unable to stand if he wasnât holding you.
"I know pup, I know. Jinnie and Jungkook have to take them too." And when your whines don't cease. "One day" he promises. The rest of your alphas cast dangerously hungry looks over the top of your head.
But things like children, like pups, are not something you've discussed in any detail and with any certainty. Maybe with Yoongi and Tae every now and then. But you havenât talked about pups like the rest of them have. Not lucidly. You're not thinking clearly right now, you only want pups because of the heat. No other reason.
Still, you pout up at Namjoon upset. Even while he carries you back downstairs, through the quiet house, past noodle sleeping belly up in his favorite window spot, past your shoes organized neatly by the door and to the heat nest. His arms hardly strain as he gets on his knees and then puts you down.
You keep your arms around his neck, looking at him, and Namjoon lets you.
âMad at me?â You ask, eyes wide and worried, âdon want Joonie to be mad at me.â You are so sensitive and sweet in omegaspace.
Namjoon is keenly aware of Yoongi behind him, heâs still a little angry about the car thing. But Namjoon just rubs his cheek against yours in an attempt at mollifying you. âNever mad at you- promise. Never.â
He tries to pull back but you don't let him. The nest is empty except for Jungkook, watching the two of you with wide dark eyes. You think Jinnie must be in the kitchen with your alpha's. You can hear them talk, hear Jin hiss, "I don't need you to carry me Minnie- yes I'm sure."
Namjoon cocks his head at you. Blinking softly. âWould aâŚâ you nuzzle, and Joonie temporarily quiets, his scent thickening as you shuffle forward and settle onto his lap. âWould a punishment help?â
âPuppishmentâ Jungkook giggles from nearby, hair all ruffled and mused from rubbing his face into some of your plushies. He must like the way that the word fits in his mouth because he says it again and again, in a little singsong voice. âPuppishment pupishment pupishmentâ he giggles, and you join in laughing.
Namjoon smiles, looking down at the two of you, setting a hand on either of your heads and petting through your hair, you and Jungkook giggle and press your cheeks together. Your giggles quiet and you peer up at Yoongi in the doorway, sipping at a cup of something (coffee maybe? because he hadn't slept well last night- too busy watching over you) waiting until he nods. Giving you permission.
âMaybe? Gentle? just a little pupishment.â Namjoon hums, agreeing.
You go easily and without any squirming, draped over his lap. No need to pull anything down, no panties, nothing underneath your big shirt. At last one of your alpha's is letting you go belly down. You cling to Namjoonâs thighs, almost dizzy with it- the vulnerability and safety in your position.
You can feel yourself dripping, ever so slightly onto your upper thigh and probably Namjoon's leg. you are always so wet and now is no exception. Namjoon has to notice, his fists tightening for a second at the strength it takes him to hold back.
You can feel his restraint in every touch as he starts to rub, taking gentle handfuls of your behind in his big hands, groaning deep.
âGentle huh? You just want it soft like that right? Soft like you are. thats why you let us do everything for you right? You just want everything soft and good and sweet like you.â
You suddenly cling to Namjoonâs thigh under your chest, almost looking back at him, tucking your face into the covers of the nest and breathing out at the intensity as he strokes over your behind, up and down.
The actual spanks arenât anything like youâve gotten before. Namjoon simply lays his hand against your skin a little quicker than a gentle touch. It makes more noise than anything else. And yet your fingers tangle weakly with the nest as he goes. He doesnât even make you count them.
He doesnât spend time touching you there or lower to tip you over into outright arousal although even with his restraint youâre embarrassingly close to cumming by the time he pulls back and sets his hand gently over your warmed bottom. Not even pink heâs been so gentle.
He flips you over, and you stare up at him, eyes dazed and glassy. Itâs almost like heâs trying to make sure you donât get too worked up. Despite the half-hardness you can feel first pressing into your stomach, and now, hard and long against your spine. Namjoon isn't rushing this.
Namjoon doesn't pull your shirt down yet, hiked up to just under your breasts. You rub your knees together and his nostrils flare at the smell of slick, he glances down, then back up at you. Your toes curl.
Jk lunches forward to nip at your ankle. Giggling softly. Jk leans his head between your legs and looks.
Namjoon sets his palm against your stomach, and you hiccup. Namjoonâs hands are so big his thumb and pinky stretch from hipbone to hipbone. Your waist is hardly dainty- not anymore- but you feel utterly small when Namjoon looks down at you, jaw rolling, growling out husky, âbetter?â
You nod, unable to speak or else risk something- some confession of plea that youâre not ready for. Your alpha continues to touch you, your soft belly, mindless swirls of his fingers. Until your heavy breathing quiets. Your alpha- touching you where youâre going to get bred, where heâs going to fill you. Makes you feel like a butterfly pinned to a piece of cardboard.
"Do you think you could tolerate a hole check without cumming?" Namjoon asks, looking conflicted.
"A hold check? Why?" You're still dizzy. "Aren't you going to be in my hole soon anyway?" Yoongi barks a surprised laugh and Namjoon's adam's apple bobs.
"With Jin and Jungkook we've done this enough that we know they've got like a few hours given-" Namjoon swallows, "how they are. But you've slept so much, we don't really know and-" Namjoon pets softly over your stomach. Yoongi is still watching from the door, hiding his smile with wordlessness from the door.
"Your cervix will start to open up so that you can take our knots extra extra deep. But it will only open if you're nearly there."
"Why- why check now?" you ask, you hiccup, sort of overwhelmed. "Not that I don't want to just-"
Yoongi answers from the door. "It means the difference between the alpha's sleeping in the nest or not tonight. That's why Namjoon is asking." He takes a sip, "We should also know, just like- generally- so that we're not surprised." You look at the window, almost dizzy when you realize it's already dark. You are losing time slipping out of your fingers.
You lift your head, shakey. Nodding, flipping back over onto your stomach, and giving Namjoon permission. Yoongi gets in the nest, and on the back of your neck rubbing soothingly.
Namjoon wastes little time. You sigh at the feeling of his fingers filling you- that- yes that is exactly what you want. "Good pup, relax for me" It's hard, and you whimper.
But Namjoon's fingers crook deep, past the first knuckle and all the way to the second. His fingers feel so long and thick inside of you. You clench a little, trying to pull him deeper. You're so tender and hot inside. Yoongi can see it on Namjoon's face the second it registers precisely what your heat feels like from the inside out.
You feel Namjoon Press against something usually hard that has turned spongey and pliable and so so sensitive. So sensitive that it makes your clit twitch against his pant leg, just a little. Jungkook laughs, and you realize he's ducking low, watching.
"Cute"
You whine and squirm and Yoongi whispers sweet nothings to you. Namjoon pets, moving his fingers. Namjoon presses again and after a brief moment of pressure, he slips through. "There we go pup- all nice and open for us, won't be long now."
The hole check is over before it really even begins. Yoongi crouches over you whispering endless praises as Namjoon asks Jungkook where he'd like your slick to go in the nest. It will be soaked with it in no time, but jk still asks for it to be pressed to his tummy.
You watch them, cheeks warming. Watch as Namjoon smears it over Jungkook's soft stomach. A claiming mark if ever there was one.
Jin teeters to the entrance, looking round and pink-cheeked and substantially plied with food. Waddling with Hobi close behind. Jin's gaze darts from you to Namjoon and back again.
"How long?" Of course, Jin knows, knows exactly what Namjoon has done and why.
"Tonight," Namjoon says. Eyes fixated on the pack omega. "probably not until much much later, we can probably sleep so long as nothing triggers her." He turns to Kookie. "You hear that Koo? No funny buisness, alright? You've got to be extra gentle over the next few hours."
Jungkook just blinks up at Namjoon, albeit coquettishly.
Jin goes for a shower next. But it takes significantly more finagling to get him upstairs than it did for you. Youâd never imagine that youâd be the obedient one- given your biting and squirming and whining. But you watch them wrangle Jin as Yoongi goes and gets a towel and a brush for your hair. The two of you are gentle and quiet even if the pack omega is anything but.
The truth is, you and Jungkook are purely entertained.
Jin grips the door frame hard enough that the wood creeks, knuckles turning white. While Hobi and Namjoon both try to get him to leave the next, unsuccessfully. Jinâs body jerks and then his head as he lifts his lip and hisses. Somehow he manages to look cute doing it.
"Why you little- donât you dare tickle me Hoseok." It takes all four of your alphas and eventually your mate to get him upstairs. You grin at them from the nest and watch them struggle.
âI swear to god Namjoon I will scruff you if you try and order me around.â
"Hyung, we both know you'd enjoy it."
Having Namjoon be the bait makes it deceptively easy to corral your plucky little pack omega upstairs to deal with his 5 o'clock shadow and messy hair. Namjoon runs and Jin hunts him down. You wonder if this is how Jin was when he was younger. All mouthy and bratty.
Jungkook usually doesn't feel his grooming instincts too intensely, but the trembling in his muscles stops once he gets the brush in his hand.
You get a little lucid, just a little- while the alphaâs arenât in the room. the air clearing from their scent. Jungkook sits behind you and brushes your hair. Tugging you close until you're sitting in his lap. Jungkook feels very very warm behind you. Warmer than usual. The shivers and goosebumps on your skin is concerning and your body still isn't self-regulating correctly. but it's a distant worry with jungkook so close and so warm, pressed hard against your spine.
âWhat are your heats like Kookie?â
Jungkook just shrugs, dragging the brush through your hair gently, tugging out the tangles with a practiced ease. âI donât know, just like fuckin and cuddling I guess.â
You laugh, cheeks warm, and you can feel the start of it. A subtle swelling need in your stomach, a feeling that has you wanting to protect it and get belly down in the nest where no one can touch it.
No one except Jin and Jungkook and your mate. They'd probably be safe. They'd probably give you belly rubs.
Jungkookâs heat is hitting a little quicker. His body fighting to catch up to yours and Jinâs. You sit in his lap while he combs your hair. Your legs out in front of you, socked feet pushing at the edge of the nest.
At least until Jungkookâs hands get curious.
They skim first over your shoulders, lightly combing your hair into a loose order, then down your back to your waist. The big shirt no pants combo makes you squirm when Jungkookâs hands go around to your front.
Your back arches into his hands, "Sensitive?" he asks, all but pinching your chest between his fingers, massaging gently, feeling where you're big and plush.
"Yeah- they're like- super tender." He hums behind you but doesnât stop his pinching. Keeping your body taught. You let Jungkook do what he wants with you, dizzy and susceptible to your need to be good and feel good. He cups your chest in his hands, running his palms up and down them- feeling their weight and their give. You don't stop him, you let him touch.
This is what your omega nestmates are for. To check, to make sure your body is safe just like Namjoon did. You have no doubt that if any of the alpha's do anything that Jungkook doesn't like- he'll tell them.
But Jungkook does like it when you squirm and squeak.
You chirp when Jungkook's hands go greedy, rolling your nipples between his fingers. tugging on them gently. His brain is getting away from him- because Jungkook would never talk this way ordinarily. You know very well that he doesn't want pups and yet- his brain and instincts will temporarily convince him that he wants something different.
"Wanna see these swollen with milk for pups, want alpha to put a pup in you, want him to breed both of us so that we can nest together with our tummies-" He giggles, cute, in omegaspace but so lewd with it. "You'd taste so sweet here, I want it- please-"
The idea of havingâŚmilk, of letting your pack omega and nestmate feed from you- makes you feel hot and tingly all over. You don't know if Jin put this idea in your mind and jungkook's or if they're both always like this.
You squirm, trying to get away from Jungkook and tell him that this isn't being a good pup and you know it. But before you can- Jungkook's teeth bite into the nape of your neck. Scruffing you and turning you limp and doll-like against his front. Your head goes fuzzy and you stop squirming, completely boneless.
You feel dizzy, so dizzy at it. he doesn't stop his pinch and pull rythem and you wonder why you ever wanted to stop Jungkook, not when it feels so good having his hands on you, so warm. He lets go of your neck with a hum. licking his teeth when they pop free from your skin.
Jungkook's hands are free to inch lower- past the hem of your shirt and between your thighs. Past your tummy and past your pussy, down low.Â
Lower than the alphas would like but there are no alphas here, just you and Jungkook and the nest.
You try to back up into him as his fingers tease, wet with slickness from the first brush. Â You wonder if you're leaking a lot already- if you're going to get all wet and messy with your heat. You're already so much wetter than Jungkook and Jin get normally. You're glad that Jin put down some waterproof blankets on the bottom of the nest. It's so embarrassing.
(If only you knew. Jungkook's salivating and he's not even an alpha. Waring with the idea of keeping you close on top of him like this, or detangling himself from you to have a taste. To bully his way back between your thighs like he woke up this morning. He should have taken it while he had the chance. He wants to taste your sweetness, your willingness to be bred, the fertility of your heat hot and sweet on his tongue. He knows the alpha's will go crazy for it. They always do.)
âCanât wait for Alpha to put his knot in your puphole and make you cry, you're so pretty when you cry, wish I had a knot too- it's so so so unfair.â His fingers continue to move, your toes scrunch, at the pleasure, back arching.
âWhich one?â
"Which what?"
"Which hole," you ask shyly. About to close your legs until Jungkook pinches and squeezes at your thighs. His fingers dimple in the fullness there. Opening you wide and pinching until you leave them that way- open and ready for the taking.
You eye the door warily. From the sound of it- your pack is preoccupied with wrangling Jinnie upstairs. but the door is open, anyone could walk by and see your pussy spread open like this. like this- you are jungkook's to display and taunt the alpha's with.
Jungkook presses the pads of his fingers over your entrance. Pinky rubbing low until you squirm from a new kind of sensitivity.
âAll of them. This one too.â
You squirm, and Jungkookâs fingers continue their small movements, itâs not like heâs fingering you, but his finger ghosts over your hole, then the other. Clean and soft and damp with slick from where your pussy dribbled down, both entrances sensitive and wet and achey.
His purr builds behind you as he feels and feels and feels. Exploring. His voice is warbly and deep from the purr. "I wish I had two pupholes like you do. Girl omegas are so lucky- can take so many knots at once. Knots are so cute and chubby, wanna bite âem."
You giggle and he joins you. Two omegas and a singular fever building between you. Neither of you are thinking straight. Neither in omegaspace nor out of it. "I don't think the alphas would appreciate that."
His fingers tread higher, pressing into your clit until you jerk, rubbing up and down it so that your happy scent bleeds higher and higher. Jungkook pinches, and you try to grab his wrist. Gasping and jerking forward.
Jungkook tugs gently, back and forth, just like with your nipples and it's almost like he's trying to milk you there. your socked feet push at the nest but jungkook holds you and you can't get away from it. it's too much. The pleasure pain need of it is so intense you see black spots in your vision.
You're a little panicked, âKoo- koo- can't- please- theyâll be angry.â
âLet them be.â
But after another tug, He lets your clit go and you jerk, resting back against his front. Hiccuping. Jungkook's fingers stay like that between your legs, urging little 'ah ah ah's from your throat. But he doesn't get quite so rough with you again. This time- Jungkook stays soft.
Wetness and the sweetness of slick slowly building and building- not just from you. Jungkook stops teasing you quite so bad and just leaves his fingers at the precipice of entering you. Plugging up the slick and keeping it from dripping out. Resting his fingers just there inside of you, almost like reverse cockwarming. Like he's keeping your hole warm and stretched around his fingers. Ready for the alpha's later.
It's a little maddening. Having him just touch but not move. Have him guard your holes and settle back. There's very little satisfaction in it.
Sweat drips down your temple, Jungkook leans forward to nuzzle it and lap at your cheek.
You're still like that, legs splayed so that Jungkook can play with you and on display When Namjoon and Yoongi round the corner into the nest room.
You jolt at the sudden surprise and try to close your legs, but Jungkook keeps them open with messy fingers. Slick turning your skin glossy when Jungkook holds your thigh open. Yoongi's chest heaves, and he curses low, "Jesus Koo you-" Yoongi actually laughs. Rubbing at his face, cheeks pink.
Namjoon is not amused, eyes going dark. Especially once Jungkook takes his fingers away and lets you gush, just a little. A barely visible trail of slick dripping from one hole to the other as they watch. Yoongi's Addams apple bobs as he swallows.
Namjoon's wearing a dark red mark on his collarbone (probably from Jin given once he caught him) The top of his shoulders crested with faint wetness like he'd unintentionally gotten stuck under the spray of the shower upstairs. But Namjoon looksâŚsteamy. Steaming with anger once Jungkookâs fingers tread lower. He takes your slick and feeds it back up to your fluttering entrance.
It's sort of hot, you clench around Jungkook's fingers and both of them- both Namjoon and Yoongi look, watching. Yoongi covers his mouth, "fuck Jungkook you can't-"
You can feel Jungkookâs grin pressed to the back of your neck, you know what his eyes look like- owlish over the top of your head. Namjoon glares from the doorway, as Jungkook's fingers just barely tread inside and you mewl softly. jungkook spreads his fingers, Holding you open and showing your alpha and your mate how warm and wet you are. Don't they want a taste? Don't they want to feel inside? Jungkook can feel and itâs ////heavenly.
Namjoon's foot depresses the edge of the nest. âTouching what isnât yours Koo?" Namjoon shakes his head, jaw rolling. "You know better.â
Jungkook does not go easily. Namjoon ends up having to call for backup. Jimin almost slips coming down the stairs. The wooden thud of his ass connected with a step resounding through the house.
Things go from being good to being scary to being good again so fast it gives you whiplash.
Yoongi helps you sit up on your thighs, still too shakey to stand. You donât need to be held while Jungkook twists and rolls out of Namjoon and Jiminâs hold laughing all the while. The alpha's groan in frustration, unable to get their arms around him for long, unable to subdue him. Both of you watch, Yoongi leans down to kiss your forehead, "You okay?" you shift, uncomfortable. And he produces a wipe from somewhere a hidden stash of clean-up items in the rim of the nest. "Messy there?" he knows you so well. Hands it over rather than clean you himself. Although it's mostly a lost cause.
Jungkook laughs and rolls again while Namjoon curses. Cheekâs pink, scent sweetening while being chased. âEvery timeâ Yoongi informs you, âevery time- every heat- Jungkook makes the alphaâs chase him.â His giggle warms your back.
 Jimin tries to get his hands around Jungkookâs wrists but he twists and twists and twists.
You giggle from the nest, at their frustration, at how Jungkookâs clearly enjoying himself. Dodging their hands. But then thereâs Tae, there by the door, Crossing her arms and waiting expectantly. All but tapping her slippered foot. Staring down at him completely unimpressed.
It takes them a second to spot her. Jimin does first, straightening up immediately once he spots her glower. Jungkook does not spot her as quickly sliding to the floor with his hands around Namjoonâs waist, grinning, cheeks pink and eyes hazy. Almost pulling his pants down with how tight he grapples with him.
"Jungkook.â
Jungkook looks up, face going pale, shooting to his feet in front of her. Not flinching when she reaches out and pinches his nape. Jungkook lets her and whines through it. âThere we go pup, you just needed someone to make you listen huh? Come upstairs. Now.â Jungkook follows, as if in a trance. Unable to tear his eyes away from her. Obediently holding her hand, looking scolded and mildly scared.
Your mate huffs and leans over to scoop you closer, but you squirm. Remembering his promise to let you go outside of the nest once you'd showered.
âTae is kinda scary when she wants to be.â
âYeah,â you sigh, staring after her lovingly.
âDo you think you could eat some more breakfast?â
âMaybe.â You say, and Yoongi smiles sweetly. With his arms around you, it's the calmest you've felt, the gentlest you've felt all morning. It's not like omegaspace- although you know you're in it, as you whine against his throat.
Yoongi smiles, âIâll take that. Câm on.â
You know what awaits Jungkook upstairs, a spanking over the clothes and not under because that would be giving in too much. And any more would surely send Jungkook hurtling straight past pre-heat and into heat.
Jungkook doesnât understand what the big deal is, itâs going to be a shit show anyways, with three omegas in heat and only 5 packmates to help them through it. It means that no one will be offered a full heat spike of time in between knotting's. Even less because Yoongi doesnât have a knot (obviously) and probably wonât be able to help as much with Jungkook and Jin like he used to.
Judging from the way you wrap yourself around his back and stubbornly refuse to go anywhere- heâll be preoccupied during your heat. You stare at Yoongi as he guides you to the kitchen, bumping into the couch and the walls because you donât want to stop looking. Hobi laughs, coming around you, guiding you away from the lamp. He doesnât ask what youâre doing out of the nest. He already knows. Heâs toting Jin behind him- who looks sleepy and soft and scrubbed raw.
He doesn't talk, probably can't with the strength of his purrs as Hobi sits him down at the kitchen island and starts feeding him. You stubbornly refuse to sit anywhere but Yoongi's lap. A predicament that Yoongi is only too happy to have himself in. Enough that Hobi leans over and teases you with a pinch to your scent gland.
âHuh, maybe you wonât even need us, just want your mate huh?â
âJinnie and Yoongi and Koo- please Koo,â you parrot, feeling small. Eyes upturned at Yoongi, asking him so nicely for it that he can't help but squeeze around your waist extra tight. You let out a little squeak. As if on cue from upstairs, you hear a loud shout, a tumble, a giggle. Probably the alpha's manhandling Jk into the tub and Jungkook making them work for it.
Yoongi is quite plainly using your squishy-at-the-edges state to ply you with enough fruit to fill your tummy and hopefully tide you over. Getting you to eat over the next few days will be difficult, and heâs trying (and succeeding) to fatten you up in the meantime- just a little.
Most of the food and fruit- the pack's usual rut and heat staples, were prepped yesterday by the others during Yoongi's staring match with the street. The food is mild enough that it wonât bother your stomach.
You are utterly obedient whenever he holds out a piece of food, lips closing around his fingers, chewing and looking up at him, listless almost not blinking. The next time he feeds you- you bite down past the fruit and onto his fingers. Jin has to lean over to pinch your jaw to get you to let go. "Sorry," you say, licking your teeth. Aching and aching and aching. "Didn't mean to just-"
"It's okay." Yoongi just wipes his fingers on a nearby cloth, "You can bite me all you like."
"Can I?" you ask, almost excited for it.
"Of course, I'm yours." You purr, and park for face in Yoongi's throat, and really- it works against him, because now he can't get you to eat anymore, can't until he sighs and starts to pop the buttons on his sleep shirt. "There, happy now?" You suck hickey after hickey onto Yoongi's chest. Echoing each mark for a bit of food.
Hobi leaves because Tae calls for him, not upstairs but from the nesting room, leaving you, Jin, and Yoongi to eat. Eventually, you push at Yoongi's hands, nudging him to the pack omega. Jin eats slowly, eyes on you, pink-cheeked and slow. You're starting to burn a fever and Yoongi and Jin both know it won't go away.
"How will I know when my heat's hitting?" You'd asked earlier, "You'll know" is all Jinnie had said.
When the fruit is maybe half finished you start to hear it- some shouting from the other room. Not Jungkook, not even Hobi who returned upstairs to give Jungkook the remainder of his bath but is coming down now. Jungkook like you- had refused all but one item of clothing at this point. Is only in shorts. Yoongi does not let you scent him as you walk by. Joining the sound of Jimin, Namjoon, and Tae arguing in the other room.
It's a little silly when you see.
They've got the pack's sex toy boxes open in front of them, knots and cocks and dildos all laid out on the edge of the nest, big ones and colorful ones and ones with knotting attachments. The pack doesn't see these things as their replacement but as their best asset in heat.
And yet, they bicker.
"There's just no way- I know you want to do this heat all-natural hyung. But we won't be able to."
"Not unless we take fucking Viagra or something." Tae doesnât laugh, a clawed hand over her face.
"No way, no one is taking anything. Mini- we can make due."
"My knot is gonna fall off hyung."
"It is not."
"Is too."
"Is not."
They're all overtired, instincts awake and exerted, just the same as you. Yoongi steps through you and Jin to go comfort them at the same moment that Hobi lets go of Jungkook's wrist. The rest of them are inside of the nest room leaving You, Jungkook, and Jin out in the hallway. Â
Jungkook widens his stance. Just a little. Powerful thighs tensing.
(At the end of the day, your heat is less of a controlled burn, and more of an explosion)
His dark eyes are wide, tracking the alpha movements, you watch Jungkook watch them. Feeling the sluggish thump of your heartbeat. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jin mirror him. Feet shoulder with apart, at the ready.
Your heart thuds loud in your ears as you watch the alpha's movements too. All of a sudden, you can't take your eyes off of them. Theyâre not a threat but not not a threat. You're closest but you still brace yourself.
You physically watch the hair stand up on Namjoon's neck, and the alpha's turn slow. Eyes narrowing. Jin's hand slides from your wrists to your hand, giving you a squeeze before he lets go. Jin's grinning. So is Jungkook- it's a little feral- but it feels it feels-
There is a heat under your skin, burning everywhere your body touches that's not them, like a brand or maybe like a freshly forged string of fate.
it feels Good, it burns but you feel free. Your instincts course through you like adrenaline only worse. You do not feel settled, you feel alive and wild. Strong and powerful. You feel ready. All three of your scents swell sweet, building and building on each other, you sway, a little unsteady. Teetering.
Namjoon's eyes are so wide they could be mini-moons. His chest rippled with a warning growl. "Omega." It's a warning, the lethal purr in Namjoonâs tone says no nonsense will be tolerated.
 Jungkook takes it as a challenge.
For a second, no one moves and no one breathes, but then you're scattering like the rats from Ratatouille. The omegas running and giggling down the hall and the alpha bolting after you, trying to catch you. Legs pumping, moving against the floor.
Yoongi bolts, anticipating your movement the second before you do. He's quicker than all the alphas and he goes for you first. Grabbing you and heaving you up as you giggle and kick your feet the alpha shoots past you.
"No! I've gotta!"
Omegaspace zoomies are so much fun, Yoongi is grinning, lets you down, lets you take another step before he's trying to scoop you up again. A cat playing with a mouse, letting it get a bit farther away before you pounce.
Only you have learned, you did learn from Jungkook earlier, because you twist out of Yoongi's arms.
"Oh no you don't-"
Namjoon lunges for Jin but the pack omega dodges and Namjoon's arms close around nothing. Jungkook is the fastest by far and Jimin's legs pump, almost sliding across the smooth polished floor to get to Jungkook. The omega laughs as he slips out of Jimin's grasp.
You try to follow them but you don't get very far, someone's hands around your wrist that almost tugs you clean off your feet but into a pair of arms. Several pairs of arms, sweet smelling and victorious surround you.
Really, you never had a chance.
There is something in your instinct settled by it, by being chased and restrained. Your alphas canât have you unless they try- unless they try really really hard to catch you. they wonât be able to take the sweetness between your legs and do something with it unless they earn it.
You get dragged to the floor. Tae's dress feels silky against your shins. Yoongi's hands are rough on your shoulders. Hobi's touch- hard against your thigh. you laugh and try to roll again but this time- you are unable to get away from them.
You look up at them and whimper. Parting your legs in defeat. hot, you feel hot all over.
Yoongi doesn't hesitate, palms you blatantly between your legs. "is this what you needed sweetheart? A little bit of roughness. you're too delicate. too little for things like this. almost makes me think you don't want us to be gentle with you."
you're so hot you feel like you're burning, whimpering out something that sounds suspiciously like "please"
"you need to ask."
you can do little more but chirp in reply. but yoongi wasn't really expecting anything coherent from you at this point.
Jungkook gets the farthest. Almost to the end of the hall before Jimin bares down upon him, pushing him almost to the floor. Jungkook's mouth open in a soundless snarl. Face more animal than human as he paws at Jimin's body. Neither trying to hurt him or pleasure him. Needy and feral.
Jimin tries to turn him over, to get him to present but Jungkook won't. Not until he's in the nest. You should be trying harder to get away. Harder to get out of Yoongi's hands around your waist but you don't, too busy watching.
Namjoon and Jin are similarly wrestling. A little less far into the hall but still farther than you got. The pack omega is belly up, not belly down, making Namjoon work for it to try and twist him around. It's feral and it's a little primal. The way that Namjoon nips at his throat. Jin tries to kick at Namjoon's thigh but Namjoon grabs it and pulls him back by his ankle, Jin's whole body sliding on the floor.Â
Tae grabs one of your wrists and Hobi grabs the other, yoongi hooks his fingers into your pussy, one hand around your middle and in a feat of strength that impresses you the small tiny corner of your brain that's lucid- he picks you up off the floor. Heaving you up back towards the nest. Towards safety. yoongi's fingers leave you and you want them back instantly. crying for it.
Jimin throws Jungkook over his shoulder. Namjoon and Jin keep fighting, too evenly matched. Another alpha will have to help him settle the pack omega. Once youâre in the nest, once youâre knotted and docile and fucked so full you canât move.
You grind back against Yoongi's hips, feeling the hardness there, the cock that's yours yours yours. Almost giddy at the prospect of getting put in your place.
You grin and taste blood.
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Notes
this is another chapter of mindless fluff- mostly because i just could not edit it in time with the last chapter.
i feel like i need to warn you guys that the next chapter! the heat sex stuff! will not be able to be posted for at least another two weeks because i am going away next weekend to the west coast to help my older sister shop for her wedding dress. i wish i was one of the those people who could write on planes but i can'ttttt i have about 3k already written for it but! it's going to take me a minute and i'm sorry!
i didn't origionally intend for there to be so much body worship in this- but i think given the m/c's internal monolouge early in the series, a bit of tummy worship can't hurt.
m/c, me, and everyone looking at jk: i wanna knock him up.
i think i may have gone a bit far with the jin wanting to brestfeed the m/c thing, but i cant even help it it makes me feel so soft in like a horny sort of way i loveeeee it
i don't know why i love the idea of woumb fucking so much, like listen- i know that it's physically impossible in humans and like- that it's all just a fantasy but i love this fantasy.
there was surprisingly more smut in this chapter than i originally intended.
i am also usually not a fan of booty stuff but??? jk + booty stuff??? yes please give it to me, i love that he just plays the m/c like a fiddle.
maybe the use of 'puphole' is cringey but it's also so cute and lewd i like it. let me know if it squiks you or not.
i think i might...be into pussy torture a little...like when jk pinches her clit and is a little mean thats like- so my thing you know. jk goes so feral.
this chapter is a little less like "there are concrete things that happen" and more just me thinking of things i want to write and putting it in <3
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CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI
[HYBRID AU]
PART ONE
Love at first bite
Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger.
Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, meds.
Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.
SUMMARYă Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, whoâs about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.
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My feet hurt. Iâve been running back and forth around the clinic way past my working hours already.
To be honest I think the assistants work more than the doctors, I should have gone home by now. My shift ended four hours ago. Yet i couldnât go home.
Lately the clinic has been very busy, hybrids were coming in and out of the clinic to get treatment and the fact that so many rescued hybrids from the outside were coming, made the ones we had already been taking care of at the clinic agitated. With their higher level of hearing and smelling it was impossible to completely hide the different cents.
The world we live in is not the same anymore, we exists between hybrids. And I work in a clinic that takes care of them.
The biggest hybrid clinic in our city, is was more then just a clinic for hybrid species. It was a hospital, lab where scientific studies and research took place, and a clinic for treatments.
It was late at night when things seemed to have cooled down. I decided to drink some coffee at the cafeteria on the first floor.
Sitting down in one of the tables I put my hot coffee over it, taking the files of my patients for tomorrow morning in hand reading their appointments and preparing for it.
- yn! - I look up to see Hoseok, one of the assistants that worked on the especial cases.
- hey hobi - i greet him, he sits down in front of me looking more exausted than ever. - oh you look awfulâŚ
- donât even tell me about it - he said - guess who was my patient today?
- no idea⌠- I tell him, taking a sip from my coffee.
- the snake hybrid - he said, I almost gagged in my coffee.
- no way! What is like? - i asked, the most special hybrid in our clinic was the rarest one. The black mamba hybrid.
- an asshole? - he said, I chuckled at him - no seriously, heâs so difficult to treat like he doesnât eat because he doesnât like the food, always complain about the people around him⌠and today, he bit my colleague be cause he didnât like that way he smelled.
- he bit him? - i asked, completely amused.
- yes, heâs in the hospital by now - at his words I looked up at him worried.
- so⌠- before I said anything my phone start to ring. I sight tiredly - gotta go.
He only nodded understanding as I got up from my seat to leave.
- hey⌠- I say as I take the call. I threw the plastic cup of coffee in the trash can as I leave the cafeteria.
- boss is looking for you - he tells me. It was one of my coworkers.
- Iâll go then, thanks.
I turned off the call making my way to the elevators in the hallway. By boss he meant Seokjin, it was a nickname we all agreed on since heâs the director of the clinic. As I walked towards the elevators i kept wondering why he asked for me at this hour, Jin was usually so busy I could bearly talk to him not did I ever seen him having lunch break or any break at all. He always made sure the hybrids were well treated at the clinic and worked really hard for it.
From afar i notice Namjoon standing there in front of the elevator doors waiting for it, he was looking through some papers on his hand too focused to even notice my presence beside him.
- hey - i greet him.
- hey⌠- he reply, not looking my way. He had a hard expression on his features.
Once the door opened in front of us we both get in the elevator, me fallowing right after him. I press the bottom to the third floor.
- what is this? - I ask him intrigued, as he seemed completely focused on the paper to notice his surroundings.
- my new patient - he sighed now looking at me - heâs one of the rare hybrids we have and it looks like heâs going to get put down.
- what? Why? - I was genuinely surprised, rare hybrids were so special in the clinic one of them being put down could only meant one thing - is he sick?
- no - he said getting out of the elevator once the door opened at our desire floor, i fallow him - just an asshole.
- oh? - i was genuinely confused, but didnât push him to tell me - You going to Jinâs office?
- yes - he said, lookin stressed - he called me to discuss this patient, what about you?
- He called for me but, I donât know yet - i reply, we walked the long corridor till were finally standing in front of Seokjins office.
After nocking on the door and receiving a low âcome inâ from Seokjin we both made our way inside his office. Namjoon opened the door for me to get in first then he fallowed me behind, shutting the door. Jin sat on his desk, hands on his face as he covered his eyes in despair looking more tired than ever, a look i never thought I would see on his face.
- Jin you look⌠- he didnât let me finish.
- I know - he sighted, now looking at us both in front of him.
- why did you called us? - Namjoon asked.
- I need your help with this rare hybrid case - He said.
Jin started walking around his desk to sit down.
- my father passed to me the responsibility of taking care of the⌠euthanasia of him.
- but why? - i asked.
- well⌠itâs been years and he never once put it in the effort to live - he said taking a few papers and giving it to me and Namjoon, the hybrid records - heâs not eating anymore, doesnât get any heats, makes no effort on mating and doesnât let anyone help with his shedding .
- Shedding? - i asked, so he means⌠the rare snake hybrid.
- yes. Heâs now in your hands - Jin said, looking at me and Namjoon.
- you want us to do exactly what? - Namjoon asked - from the looks of it, doesnât seem like we can do anything about it.
- you both will be working on this case with me, the big boss - he made a sing pointing up, signaling the higher ups, his father - found a female rare snake hybrid and he wants them to reproduce before euthanizing him.
I felt sick.
- are you kidding me?! - i said, stunted - youâre just going to⌠- I couldnât even say it - after all theses years?
- I know thatâs why i want you guys to work on it, - a long sigh left his lips - i only trust you both with this.
- maybe we can help him out and not put him down? - I tell him.
- believe me y/n - Jin looked at me deep in the eyes - we tried butâŚ. Sometimes is better this way, is hard on him too.
I looked down at the papers in my hands.
Min Yoongi - snake hybrid.
Code: RED. Dangerous species. Specie: Black mamba.
Date of birth: Unknown. Male.
Current status: to be put down. Date: three months from now.
Resume: This patient needs to be prepared for a mating season as he had never had one, to ensure the precision and higher chances of reproduction of the rare hybrid species. The black mamba hybrid is to be taken care of from now to the time of mating, every side effect must be related to the one in charge of the case. To ensure assurance that this case will be dealt with assertiveness.
I felt sick.
âŚ.
I couldnât help but think about it for the rest of the day. The fact that they would just give up on him after all these years of testing and keeping him lock up in here that he simply didnât want to make any effort to live anymore, and how the clinic was just going to put him down not giving a single care about him for real.
They are going to end him right after they get him to reproduce, just to ensure they still have a rare hybrid of his specie. Another one to end just like him.
Looking down at the food in front of me I felt sick in my stomach at that. How could they?
- you look deep in thought - Namjoon said over me, he sat down in front of me after putting his tray of food on the table.
- sorry i just canât stop thinkingâŚ
- about the hybrid? - he said - look I know you and Iâm sure thatâs why Jin chose you to assist me with this case but, letâs just make sure he at least leave in peace okay?
- okay..
No.
I wouldnât be able to live with myself if I did. You donât know me Namjoon, Iâll make sure that hybrid lives.
No matter what it takes.
- weâll meet him later right? - i ask him, he looks at me over his lashes as he holds his phone looking at it.
- yeah, after lunch - he takes off his glasses - are you ready to see the snake hybrid for the first time?
- yeah - I wonder what he looks like, most hybrids have some feature that help identifying what kind of hybrid they are. Does the snake hybrid has scales all over him? - he shouldnât look too scary right?
Namjoon only giggle at my question, a knowing smile growing on his lips and my mind quickly realizing it.
- Kim Namjoon! Youâve meet him already! - i stated.
- of course I did, he had an appointment at six in the morning. - he said, a sight leaving his lips - What an ass.
- why so early? - knowing Namjoon hates waking up too early, he must felt stressed. Especially having to take care of a hybrid that demands so much more care.
- His sleep circle is different⌠- he started - and since we are trying to get him to feel the beginning of a heat so he can mate, his room was changed to acommodate him.
- oh⌠- realization hits me - so it will give the illusion of his heat beginning?
- yes, we also changing the room temperature to make it happen as naturally as possible - he said - the hotter the better.
- no way⌠- i said - Iâll have to work in hell too?
- trust me.. it doesnât need hot temperatures to make it hell. - Namjoon looked at me - heâs good at that on his own.
- is he that bad? - he couldnât be⌠right?
- Iâll let you see it for yourself - was all Namjoon said.
After lunch Namjoon passed me the instructions of our appointment with the snake hybrid, since he wasnât eating he had to take vitamins straight into the blood.
To be honest i felt sad at that. You donât eat when you donât have an appetite, is he that bad in condition to not even eat? Theyâve been neglecting him for so long and now are trying to force him to mate.
More and more i questioned if what i was doing was right.
I walk beside Namjoon towards the elevators, special hybrids stay on the sixth floor so thatâs where weâre headed. They need to be separated from the other hybrids as their instincts are a lot more higher and demand more care, you canât put cat hybrid in the same place you have a wolf hybrid. So we divided the floor for special species, wild hybrids in a floor and domestic hybrids in one. Of course thereâs the special cases divided by codes, the snake hybrid was a code red which meant he was dangerous. Code reds are usually the hardest one to work with because they can and will hurt their doctors and especially other hybrids. Some donât really mind the doctor but, other hybrids. Like a lion who sees a deer. They will always see them as a pray. So we have to keep them separate.
I look in front of me over the silver tray with the meds and vitamins he must take everyday, today Jin wonât be joining us he only will when much more serious procedures are to be taking action.
Namjoon is the one with the code to the hybrid door, each hybrid had their own room to accommodate all their individual needs. The snake room wasnât different.
As soon as the door is open a heat of hot air hits me, the room is a bit dark but the lights get brighter as we enter, Namjoon walks towards the hybrid who lays on a big bed in the center of the room. Almost looking like a nest with all the covers and pillows around it.
I make my way to the table beside the door to prepare the meds and vitamins.
- good afternoon Yoongi - Namjoon says to the hybrid - time for your meds and vitamins.
- i donât need itâŚ. - a deep male voice says, the hairs in the back of my neck shivering at the sound of him - whoâs is that?
He meant me. My heart skipped a beat at getting his attention. He is the first special hybrid Iâve ever meet. One of the most dangerous one too.
- thatâs my assistant - Namjoon tells him, heâs talking about me - everything ready y/n?
- yes Joon⌠- i turn to him taking the silver tray with me.
Stopping in my tracks as I take in the figure of the hybrid. He didnât look like anything i imagined, he didnât have weird snake eyes and not was his skin full of scales like the reptile. He looked almost human⌠if it wasnât for the almost unnoticeable scales on his neck that fallowed up to his ears so delicately, as he moved his head to the side eyes locked over my figure the scales shined a bit. A color of white pearl and soft grey.
He wore something different from what I was used to see on the other hybrids, while the others wore a type of pijama white clothing he whore silk shining bottom up shirt and pants.
Realizing i wasnât moving and just staring rudely at the hybrid I quickly made my way to Namjoon to give him the meds. My checks burning.
- no - the hybrid said looking at Namjoon with a bored expression - i donât like the way you smell⌠i wonât take anything from you.
- you still need to take your vitamins - Namjoon insisted taking one of the syringe from the tray.
- i said I donât need it - the hybrid growls, coming closer.
- your condition tells me otherwise - Namjoon said to him, both looking at each other. The temperature seemed to rise even more as they looked almost like provoking each other. A silent fight.
The hyrbrid eyes found mine staring at his, he looked at me up and down no expression on his face. Than turned to Namjoon.
- she can do it - he said, a bored expression coming back to his features.
- sheâs not in charge of that - Namjoon said, a stern lock on face - Iâm the one who is, so get over it.
I looked at him chocked. He seemed angry. Namjoon who usually is calm and careful with his patients was now the complete opposite, he stood his ground and faced the hybrid as if trying to prove he was the Alfa.
And for the first time I was angry at him, not only this was a delicate case. The hybrid could attack if he felt threatened. That could only worsen the situation for the hybrid.
- I can do it Joon - i tell him quietly turning to him lifting the silver tray for him to take it. I gave him a nod of assurance. He looked at me than the hybrid.
- are you sure about it y/n? - he asked me, worry over his face now.
- of course i can - i assure him - I do it all the time.
His eyes locked with mine as he talked. I heard Namjoon sighed as he turned to me taking the silver tray from my hands.
Giving him a small smile I took the vitamins syringe, the hybrid stood in front of me opening his white shirt one bottom after the other eyes locked with mine to catch my reaction, I tried not give any reactions and keep my gaze eye level but it was impossible when he stood right there exposing his beautiful skin for me.
He wasnât covered in scales as many wouldâve imagine but definitely had a few on his ribs that fallowed down to his v line, just like before they shined a bit over the light a white pearl with silver. I gulped down eyes looking back into his as he stood in front of me reveling his left arm for me to aply the syringe. His eyes never once left mine, he had eyes so dark I couldnât tell if there was any color in them black light the night sky.
I held his arm to insert the syringe into his skin, he didnât move at all. During the whole processe he didnât broke the eye contact. Cleaning the small bit of blood that came after taking the syringe off his skin. Namjoon gave me the next one, i apply it into his skin once again. After the last one, I cleaned and put a small piece of medical tape over it so it doesnât bleed.
- Iâm done⌠- i say, standing next to Namjoon. He gave me the tray and I took it to the table beside the door.
The hybrid began to bottom up his shirt. Namjoon look it up the papers for the hybrid next appointment as I took the small white cup with heâs meds walking back to the hybrid I held the cup up for him to take. He took the cup from my hand brushing his fingers over mine, his hand looking much bigger than mine, I kept my focus on that too nervous to look up into his dark eyes again. I held the water up for him, which he took it again brushing his fingers over mine. He drank it my eyes fallowing up at his neck starring at the scales over his skin. They looked so delicate almost like a painting over his skin, closer you could see that little silver that shined over the light. Not realizing he came closer until I felt his breath hitting over my face, making me look at him immediately. Dark eyes staring into mine with boredom, he tilted his head to the side coming closer inspecting my face.
- youâre not afraid? - he whispered, only for me to hear. My breath got stuck on my throat.
- should I be?⌠- I whispered back, swallowing hard. He looked down at me than back into my eyes, tilting his head to the other side black orbs staring deep into mine i fallow his move tilting my head to the same side. Complete hypnotized by him.
- any changes in your shedding? - Namjoon asked the hybrid, while writing something down on the paper. - it should have started already.
At hi voice I came back to reality, turning quickly with the two cups. Taking them to the table beside the door to despose of them int he trash can.
Making my way back to stand beside Namjoon once I was done, my eyes going back to the hybrid standing in front of us.
He had the same expression as before, unbothered.
- same as always - he answered tiredly, going back to his bed.
I saw the way his plain answer made Namjoon clench his jaw. He wasnât making any effort to cooperate with Namjoon, I notice he was difficult but not an asshole. It was painful to watch them interact, Namjoon clearly didnât like the way the hybrid acted but, I have dealt with a few difficult hybrids before this was only a way to protect themselves after going through so much.
This behavior seemed to be common with Wild species, Iâve seen it before with a lion hybrid I took care of before.
Sometimes you just have to be persistent, and careful.
- I heard it could be painful if not taken care of, is everything alright with it? - i asked this time, which made both males look at me.
The hybrid looked at me not saying anything for a while. Than he smirked and walked towards me making Namjoon stand closer to me protectively. He looked at Namjoon smile slowly falling forming into a bored expression again, showing how the presence of the other male affected him.
- I donât want any of your help with it - he said, eyes locked into mine - last timeâŚ
- you almost killed one of our doctors - Namjoon interrupted the hybrid, one arm closing around me to put me back.
AlmostâŚ
- he shouldnât have touched me - the hybrid said eyes burning over Namjoon, anger on his face.
Hands closing into fists, he walked closer to us standing in front of Namjoon. He was ready to attack if needed, if something is not done it could end very badly Namjoon doesnât notice but with this behavior he is provoking the hybrid to act instinctively.
It is clear that the heat season has started for him and in mating season hybrids tend to get more competitive and sensitive, a male showing up to his space staring dominance wouldnât do any good.
- you both stop - i said releasing myself from Namjoon standing between them both, turning to the hybrid I said - please, Yoongi let me treat you okay?
He didnât like when people crossed his boundaries i get that, sometimes it could be very overwhelming. But knowing what they are going to do to him because of that behavior, i just couldnât help but get in between them. It was something we could work out and maybe if i succeed they wonât put him down anymore.
- it is important that you go through your shedding the easiest way possible - i tell him - so Iâll be in charge of it okay? How is that?
He looked at me for a while, slightly turning his head to the side. Pundering the idea in his head. For some reason he looked me up and down before looking at Namjoon behind me, a small smile making its way to his lips.
- only if is you - was all he said before going back to his bed.
A sight of relief leaving my lips, even though I cloud feel the stare of Namjoon a glare over my back.
âŚ
To say Namjoon didnât like that idea was an understatement. He hate it.
Insisting it was a bad idea to proceed with hybrid treatment by myself, that could be dangerous not only that but the fact that the hybrid had poison on his teeth just like a snake would. It wasnât lethal but enough to cause discomfort, and it was what had happened the last time they tried to help with his shedding.
But that didnât changed my mind. Not after I actually meet him, it seemed to me he didnât want any one close that felt threatening to him. He wasnât just any kind of hybrid, not a dog that loves attention and touch but a snake one. Snakes always acted out when feeling threatened. Attacking was their only defense.
So it made sense to me that he would be reluctant to let anyone get too close, especially after heaving so many tests on him without his consent. Heâs been so mistreated and now they want to put him down.
It angers me.
I decided to chose an hour where i knew Namjoon would be busy in a meeting to do that. No long after we had left the hybrid room he began to lecture me on how dangerous Yoongi could be, that i shouldnât act like that when he was the one in charge of this case. It slipped his mouth that the clinic simply started to give him vitamins when he stopped eating so he wouldnât die.
It came to me how neglected heâs been this whole time. After that i decided to secretly go to the hybrid and feed him, which was where i was headed now.
I made sure no one was around once i stopped in front of the hybrid door. Using the number code I saw Namjoon used before to open the lock on it. It made a sound before opening.
The hot air hitting my face as I entered, they had turned higher this time it was hotter than before. The lights slowly began to light up as I walked in, the door closing behind me automatically.
At that the hybrid came up from his bed looking confused at me. Of course. I shouldnât be there.
- hey - i greet him. He doesnât say anything.
I walk up to him, stoping in front of the nest looking bed. A sing of his heat starting. That was a good sign. He held himself up with his arms looking my up from the bed.
- why are you here? - his voice was low and heavy.
- I just⌠- I trailed off as he fully lifted his body form his laying position, now sitting on his bed. Shirt open and sliding off his shoulders, not showing much but enough to see his scales.
He looked me over his lashes checks a bit red and sweat falling over the side of his face.
- i brought you something⌠- a sight left his lips - are you okay?
- yeah⌠what did you brought me? - his curious dark eyes following my body as I came closer.
- itâs tangerines - i say, showing him the two fruits i held in my hands.
- whatâs a tangerine? - he asked eyeing them closer.
- you donât know? - i gasped. Sitting beside him i slowly began to open one in a half giving it to him, he smelled before looking at me not knowing what to do.
- I never seen one⌠smells nice - he said.
- you eat it - i tell him, taking one and holding in front of his lips. He didnât move at all, only looked at me.
For a moment I thought I had crossed his bounderies, for a moment I thought I was just being stupid. But then it came to me, he hasnât eaten in years. He donât even know what a tangerine is.
Maybe he didnât even felt hunger anymore. Maybe heâll throw the stupid fruit at me.
My checks were getting warmer as I felt nervous but, slowly he smelled the fruit in my hand taking a careful bite of it. Still looking at me, the juicy fruit spilling a bit in my fingers.
I watched him expectedly, wondering if he will like it or hated. He swallowed and looked at the fruit in my hand.
- thatâs good⌠- he said. I sight of relief left my lips.
- you want more? - i asked him, he nodded slowly making me smile.
He didnât move a single finger to eat though, I had to feed him the two tangerines the whole time. It didnât bother me though, I felt so happy seeing him eat something other then taking those vitamins.
It means so much in the process of a hybrids treatment that they are feeding themselves, i couldnât hold my happiness as I watched him.
Once he eat all of them he looked at me then at my hands, dark eyes shining under the light.
- sorry it was all I got - I tell him. - Iâll bring you more if you want.
- you will? - his eyes shining bright as he looked at me. I nodded at him.
- can i ask you⌠why you donât eat? - i said, he doesnât look at me turning to look at the floor.
- I donât⌠feel like it⌠- he simply said.
He looked so sad now. No appetite wasnât good. When in the absence of sickness it could only mean he was very depressed. They wanted to put him down because he was depressed.
I wouldnât let them.
- You donât seem to mind me around you⌠- I comment.
- you smell good. - he said, turning to look at me - and delicious, like tangerines.
I chuckled at his comparison. He watched me attentively, a different light on his dark eyes now.
- okay⌠I try my best to take care of you - i tell him. For a moment he only stares at me.
Red checks and bit of sweat on his chest, he turned his head to the side still raring at me. I fixed my glasses feeling a bit intimidated by his deep stare.
- You⌠- before he could end his sentence the door opened.
Namjoon entered the room looking at us confused, his eyes falling over my presence there. I shouldnât be here. Itâs what I read in his eyes.
- yn? - he asked, confusion clearly on his voice as he walked closer to where I was with the hybrid.
- Oh hey I was just⌠- i tried to make up an excuse but he cut me mid sentence.
- Leaving, right? - he interrupted. I swallowed nervous. He was never hard on me, hearing him be like that wasnât nice.
- Yeah⌠- i murmured, taking the fruit peels with me as I got up from the hybrids bed.
- No⌠- Yoongi held my wrist stopping me, turned to look at him but he stared at Namjoon.
- You have an appointment with me now, it doesnât include y/n so let her go⌠- for some reason Namjoons way of putting what he was doing there made me nervous.
I know he would never hurt a hybrid, but yoongi was very reluctant to any one else being too close to him. Namjoons display of dominance could make him defensive and things might not go well.
- maybe I could help - i tried to sound calm.
- y/n, your here to assist me not take over the procedures - Namjoon tells me, his words sending a sharp sting in my heart.
I couldnât find words to reply his. Too embarrassed by his words to me in front of the hybrid, i bit into my lower lip. Not looking at them.
- Let her go yoongi - Namjoon said walking towards us.
At his words I realized Yoongi was now standing behind me, hand still around my wrist. His slow breathing hitting my shoulder. I lifted my gaze to Namjoon who now seemed a bit worried. But the hybrids closeness to me wants what made me uncomfortable.
- Yoongi⌠- Namjoon warned.
- Joon donât - I tell him holding my hand up for him not to get closer - can you wait a bit?
He looked at me reluctant before nodding, still not taking his eyes off the hybrid. I turned to Yoongi slowly, a small smile on my lips as I stared into his deep dark orbs, to make sure he knew I was fine.
- Are you okay? - he asked me, I looked at him surprised. - he hurt you with his words.
I couldnât hide my surprise at his words, he could tell from just that?
- Itâs okay⌠I donât care about his words - I whispered o him, giving him a small smile.
I tried to take my wrist from his hold but he didnât let go, not to hard to hurt me. I could tell he was being careful not to use his full strength on me.
- Will you came back? - he asked, eyes looked into mine.
- Of course. - i tell him.
With that he let go of my wrist.
I turned to Namjoon taking his arm to leave the hybrid room. He reluctantly fallowed me towards the door of the room. Once we were both outside I kept my hold on his arm taking him with me around the corridor towards the elevators.
- where you taking me? - he asked, as if nothing had happened earlier.
- To Seokjin, we need to have a talk - i tell him, anger boiled over me.
- We? - he pushed his arm out of my grip - Youâre being the irresponsible one not me!
- Iâm!? - I stopped in the middle of the corridor, turning to him anger building up through my body.
- Yes! - he stated, closer to me - Do I need to remind you of your position here?
- Do I need to remind you of your stupid ego standing between the safety of a hybrid and your pride?! - i yell at him.
At that he went quiet.
- were talking with Seokjin now. - i state - I wonât let you make this whole processe more difficult than it has to be just because of your pride.
I held his arm again, taking him with me to the elevators. He didnât say anything else anymore, I could tell he was angry but so was I.
The whole time he was only stating dominance over Yoongi, I was tired of them all thinking that could just hurt the hybrid even more now just because she was going to be put down.
I wouldnât let them.
The walk to Seokjins office was quiet except for the tense energy around us, once I stood in front of his door I donât bother to nock. Entering with anger burning under my skin.
Seokjin gave me a curious look, as he was folding some paper on his desk.
- sorry Jin - i say. He looked at me and Namjoon a questioned look on his face. - we need to talk about Yoongi.
- oh, right - he says - what is it?
- Sheâs being⌠- Namjoon started, but I interrupted him.
- Yoongi has been showing clear signs of discomfort with male doctors - at that Namjoon scoffed, I looked at him angry turning my gaze to Jin as I continued - he say he will do the appointments as long as Iâm the one closer to him.
- I see.. - Jin thinks for a moment before continuing - whatâs the problem?
- Namjoon is not letting me - i tell him, arms crossed over my chest.
-She just went into his room without any one knowing and⌠- Namjoon began.
- And gave him food - i say, looking at him. We both shared a look of hatred before Jin interrupted.
- What? - Jin asked.
- He eat⌠- I tell him.
- He⌠he eat food? - they both looked at me surprise.
- Yes, Iâm sure I can help a lot more with this case if you let me take charge of the procedures that involves more⌠closeness to him, heâs been through a lot and seemed more calm around me.
- I see⌠- Jin pondered the idea first - then as long as youâre not alone for safety reasons, I donât see a problem with you taking charge of his appointments.
- But sheâs.. - Namjoon says, but is cut by Jin.
- Namjoon, y/n has been taking care of hybrids for years she knows what sheâs doing, please I need you both working on this together - Jin says, sounding tired.
Namjoon only nods.
- any updates about him? - jin asked.
- i can tell that his heat i starting - I say - his behavior at least shows me that.
- okay⌠weâll than we are almost there - Jin says - keep that good work and please, do this together.
- thanks jin - i tell him, he gives me a nod and i make my way to leave the office.
Namjoon stayed behind. I didnât payed much mind to it. Quickly making my way out of there walking to the elevators, I had a lot of work to do other than Yoongi case.
More patients that needed treatment just as badly, not the he wasnât just as special to me.
âŚ..
It was late at night again.
I wasnât planning to staying late again but, a hybrid was just checked in after being attacked by a another wild hybrid. The same case has happened before, that is way wild hybrids where never up for adoption. Yet some people always manage to get them, usually never for good reasons.
The poor hybrid this time was a bunny one, I was surprised when I first saw him. Usually bunny hybrids where the smallest species to exist but, this one was big. Not too tall but very muscular and strong.
When he was checked in he was still in defense mode, attacking every one and very scared. They had to apply a sedative on him to finally be able to put him on his room.
You could guess my reaction after I was told the story and short after that, Hoseok told me I was the one in charge of his case.
My shift ended hours ago and yet here I was cleaning cuts on the face of a bunny hybrid who seemed to know nothing about shutting up.
- such a pretty doctor I have.. - he said, a smile on his lips as he looked at me.
- Jungkook stop talking Iâm trying to apply the med on your lip⌠- i tell him for the fifth time already, he only chuckled.
I sight taking a clean cotton with med to clean the cut over his eyebrow, he was sitting over his bed as I stood between his legs to clean his bruises.
He shouldnât be awake. He was sedated before but, no long after he was wide awake and talking none stop, he commented on my but and how lucky he was to be treated by me.
I only sighted. That was knew. Usually my patients where too scared to be treated at first. So I just brushed off his comments.
Jungkook was abandoned when younger by his last owner, he then grow up in an underground fighting club where clandestine fights were held. He told me he was the best one there, a lot of people bet on him at the fights until he got in trouble with this one wolf hybrid.
- how did you end up here again? - I asked him.
- I was⌠- his checks went red and he looked down - to be honest Iâm still.. ah, I was in heatâŚ
- oh.. - I looked at him, still no understanding. He was shy, ears dropping beside his head.
- I was trading to mate but⌠so was the wolf⌠- he said.
- but youâreâŚ
- she wasnât like me⌠- he tells me, realizing what he meant I felt a warm wave up my checks.
Different species trying to mate, that was the first time I heard that, the underground has a lot going on than.
- well⌠it could happen - I say, making sure I cleaned every bruise on his face - here in the clinic we help our hybrids with all their needs, so donât worry.
- oh.. will you treat me than doctor? - he asked, amused.
- yes, youâre my patient - i tell him, taking his file to prescribe him his medication and future exams.
- humm⌠- he only murmured - doctor are you in heat?
His question gets me by surprise and I look at him, mouth opening and closing. Just what was going on now? Did he perhaps hit his head too?
At my expression he chuckled one arm closing around my waist as he pulled me closer to him, I gasped feeling his nose against my neck. Not knowing what to do I held my hand up in the air, too afraid to even touch him. The smallest reaction could start something I wasnât intending to.
- I can smell in you⌠- he says over my ear, my checks burning hot - hum, ready to be filledâŚ
At his words i tried to push him, hands over his chest only to find his eyes staring deep into mine his checks where red and pupils full. It hit me. He was still on his heat.
That explains his behavior the whole time. How could I not notice earlier?
- youâre still in heat - i state. He only chuckled.
- am i? - he came closer to kiss me but i immediately pushed him down the bed - oh, I like that⌠doctor youâre making me fall for youâŚ
I ignore his nonsense as I made my way to grab a sedative, bunnies were the hardest ones to deal with when on their heat, first I would have to put him to sleep before giving him the medicine to lessen his heat. At least till we are done with his treatment. Then we would put him to mate the right way.
Coming back to him I stared at him think where I would apply it, he didnât stop moving. I stood between his legs holding the sedative behind my back.
- Jungkook⌠- i tried to get his attention, he looked at me immediately- I need to do something for me okay?
- yes pretty doctor- he tried to get up but I quickly held his chest down, he smiled at me. He looked as if he were on drugs, high on his heat.
It could only mean things were getting worse, he wasnât on full rut but was getting there. It would be impossible to treat him if heâs on rut.
- donât move okay? - i tell him, his hand held mine over his chest as he nodded.
Without him noticing i insert the syringe into his thigh, heâs so into his heat to even notice the pain.
I count ten seconds in my head before releasing my hold over his chest, he doesnât try to get up.
- oh Iâm sleepy⌠- he says, hand falling from mine as he closes his eyes slowly going into deep sleep.
A sight of relief leaves my lips once he falls asleep. I prepare some medicine to calm his heat, I wasnât a fan of suppressants but in this case is needed. Just until we are done treating him. Than Iâm sure he will be put into mating process so he can have a safe and healthy heat.
After Iâm done giving him his medicine, I write it down his next appointment and a new prescription.
Leaving the room I sight, my right hand massaging my neck. I look over my phone to see the time realizing it was way past eleven. Walking down the corridor to the elevators, my ringtone woke me up from daydreaming about my comfort bed.
- yes - o took the call.
- hey y/n - it was Jin - did you check on the special hybrid?
- wasnât Joon going? - I said, confused at his words. He told me he would.
- no he head an emergency at home and had to leave - Jin explained, I sight.
- oh, i will than - i tell him.
- you seem tired y/n do you want me to go instead? - he offers.
- no is fine⌠- i tell him - he die a know you yet, it could make things difficult.
- okay - Jin says - call me if anything happens.
- I will, thank you.
I turn off the call, getting in the elevator. I push the bottom to the floor of the special hybrids where. My eyes feeling a bit heavier, I tried to push it away. Just one last check up and I can go home.
The elevators doors opened at the floor, the sound waking me up from my tiredness. I quickly made my way through the long corridor with doors to Yoongis room.
Pressing the code on the lock beside the door, it opens making a sound. The hot wave of air hitting my body as usual once i made my way in, the lights slowly turning back on.
Once theyâre on I made my way to his bed, panicked at not seeing him there or any sing of him at all.
- Yoongi? - i call out his name, locking around the room but still no sight of him.
My heart begins to beat faster, as my mind runs different scenarios of what might have happened. Worry filling my body as I throw the papers i gel in my hand on the floor, taking my cellphone to call Jin as I turn to leave the room.
Still with eyes locked on my phone i donât notice the lights slowly turning off, nothing takes my attention from the cellphone until arms close over my wrist turning my around.
My phone falling on the ground as he pushed me against the wall, both hands holding my wrists over the wall above my head.
- Yoongi?! - I stared into his dark orbs, relief filling me up. - I thought something happened to youâŚ
He didnât said anything. A hard look over his features, I couldnât decipher what it meant. He held me tighter coming closer to my face.
- why do you smell like trash? - he spat.
- what? - I was so lost.
I knew I worked late but, is not like didnât look out for myself. Working at the clinic I had to make sure I was always clean. I couldnât understand what he meant.
- you stink of male rut⌠- he spat at me, hissing at the end. Eyebrows furred into an angry expression.
I shouldâve thought about that before coming here stray after treating a hybrid on heat, shit. Knowing how Yoongi was sensitive about others males I shouldâve at least put on some perfume.
- itâs not like that⌠- i tried to lessen his anger but it only seemed to make it worse.
- I donât care⌠- he pushed himself away from me - donât ever come back here smelling like that againâŚ
- I wonât - i tell him, still not moving I watched as he walks back to his bed. - im sorry, I didnât have time to⌠wash this off.
He doesnât say anything, sitting on ver his bed he looks at me from afar.
- tomorrow will start your shedding treatment⌠- i tell him, still not moving from my spot.
At the smell of another male it was better did I kept my distance so it wouldnât be too overwhelming for him who had a much higher sense.
- i just came to check on you, to make sureâŚ
- come here - he interrupted, he voice sounded heavy almost a growl.
I would be lying if a said I wasnât afraid, my phone was lost somewhere in this room and I had no way of calling for help if something happened. Although I knew he wouldnât do something to hurt me i couldnât be sure, the situation was a lot different now.
I could say something but, his instincts would say another complete different than mine.
Still I made my way towards him. Stopping a few steps away from him.
- closer⌠- he sighted. Dark eyes looking me up and down.
I gulped down, making my way closer to him. Stopping in front of him.
He looked up at me boxers getting up from the bed, close enough to kill me if he wanted to.
- was it a patient of yours? - he asked, voice low and raspy. He meant the smell.
- yes⌠- i manage to whisper, I felt so small in front of him. Like a pray.
- youâll see him again? - he asked, taking a step closer. No distance between us. His breath hitting my face.
- yes⌠- i tell him, my eyes finally looking up at his.
He only nodded understanding.
- I donât like this smell on you - i says, making me gulp down as i looking into his eyes. - but i understandâŚ
He pushes me against him it happens so fast, once I notice he is pressing me down on his bed. Both his legs on each side of my hips, he held my arms up against the nest of covers and sheets.
Keeping them up he slides his hands down my arms over my sides, one finger playing with the bottoms of my shirt.
- you look healthy⌠- he murmurs eyeing me up and down.
- whatâŚ
He didnât let me finish. Opening my shirt he went down over my chest, I gasped in surprise. Turning my face to the side, I expected anything except what he did.
I slowly opened my eyes at the feeling of his hot breath over my neck, my own breath got stuck in my throat the moment I felt the wetness of his tongue sliding over my chest up my neck.
- what are you doing? - I asked, my voice was only a whisper.
- taking that disgusting smell off you - he said over my neck.
- ohâŚ
- but youâll see him again⌠- he said, I turned to look at him.
- I have to, his my patient - i explained.
- than this wonât do⌠- he whispered more to himself, one hand holding my chin up he slowly turned my face to the side.
With my neck on full display for him he came closer, this time whispering over my ear.
- have you ever been bitten by a snake?
At his question my mind rushed with realization, my heart beating faster as his lips brushed over my skin. I tried to move my legs but he only used his body weight to held me down, my hands over his shoulders trying to push him away were quickly held up over my head with his left hand.
He chuckled at my useless tryâs to get away from him.
A gasp leaving my lips immediately at the feeling of his sharp teeth carving my skin, tears filling my eyes at the painful sensation of his teeth inserting his venom on me. His hands slowly leaving his hold over me, i couldnât move.
Once he took his teeth out of my skin, I groaned in pain. Feeling the warm liquid fall down my neck, he licked over the bite. Hand holding my chin to look at him.
- donât worry⌠it will feel good soon - I looked up at him, his voice was a whisper in the dark.
My mind felt dizzy, vision getting blurry the heat of the room wasnât helpful. My whole busy was burning, I tried to push him away but as soon as my hands came in touch with the silk over his skin my entire body responded, a wave of electicity coming up from the tips of my fingers to my whole body.
- YoongiâŚ
My eyes began to get heavier and heavier, hands falling beside me as I fell asleep.
Not before I felt his warm finger trace my jaw softly, his voice so far away I couldnât make out what he said before I fall completely asleep.
Am i dying?
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Notes: YES FINALLY!! Hehe Iâm sorry for any grammatical typos! âşď¸đ
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Two Hours (Teaser)
otter hybrid yoongi x female reader
Summary: Your neighbor invites you to a work picnic that he's nervous to attend. You promise to only stay for two hours. Word Count: 2,870 Genre: slice of life, fake dating, friends to ???, fluff Warnings: none
Notes: Thank you to @rec-me-bts for the moodboard. Also many many thanks to @oddinary4bts and @madbutgloriouspond for beta-ing this for me and for their endless sympathies while I basically had an existential crisis in their dms. Thank you for not telling me I am annoying đ
Full fic posting September 2!
âIâve been meaning to ask,â he says, and you can tell heâs suddenly nervous. âSo weâre having a potluck picnic thing at work, and someone decided it would be a great idea to make it mandatory.â
âGross.â
âYeah. But I get a plus one, so I was wondering if maybe youâd go with me? Make it a little more tolerable?â
âYou want me to go to your dumb company picnic with you?â
âWell, when you say it like thatâŚâ Nervously, he pokes at a grain of rice that had fallen off one of his nigiri.
âSounds like itâs going to be not a lot of fun.â
âYeah.â
You shrug. âIâm in.â
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7 Hybrids Moved In With Me Masterlist
Pairing: Hybrid!Poly!BTS x Fem!Reader
Word count:Â 88k
Read time:Â 7hrs
Warnings: Slight Swearing, Homelessness, Mentions of Violence, Blood, Fluff, Reader is described as being âsmallerâ and âshorterâ than the boys.
Genre: Hybrids AU, Fluff, Angst, SWF, Caretaker!Reader
Status: Ongoing
Description:
When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?
Chapters:Â 19/30
Teaser (0)
Bake, Eat, Run (1)
Trespassing (2)
Bunny Boy (3)
Nurse Y/n (4)
Roommates? (5)
Living Arrangements (6)
Water Fountain in the Kitchen! (7)
Rainy days, mysterious notes, and wet apologies (8)
Itâs overâŚ? (9)
Working Boys (10)
The Plan (11)
Fair Day (12)
The Betrayal (13)
House Guests (14)
Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! (15)
Hickeys, House, and Heated gazes (16).
Moving day! (17)
Getting back to normal (18)
Finally at peace (19)
Unwelcome guests and the problems they bring (20) coming soon...
Overdue Reunion (21) coming soon...
Resurfaced Memories (22) coming soonâŚ
Keeping it Together (23) coming soon...
Falling Apart (24) coming soon...
*This story is also posted on my Wattpad*
 â !This is a work of fiction so please to don't apply anything seen and shown in the book to real life people or situations!â
 P.S.
I love receiving feedback and seeing people make up their own theories, headcannons, and ideas about my work so please feel free to do that and ask me any questions you like about the work! This is also my first long term/full length project and the first writing project in a few years. đ
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I hope everyoneâs doing okay! A lot has been going on and Iâm just really tired and stressed. But Iâve been slowly working on the winner from the poll. Iâm not 100% sure when itâll be finished. Hopefully within the next couple weeks.
Here is a very small sneak peak!
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Snake Hybrid Yoongi x Female Reader
Warnings: Mention of euthanasia, Mention of abuse and abandonment, will update later
Word Count: TBD
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Yoongi never had a real home even before those events. After being bred in a lab as part of an experiment he was used for research for many years. Kept in a room that was too small and not nearly warm enough. Fed barely enough to keep him alive. Poked and prodded for hours on end and threatened with euthanasia if he dared to act with aggression.
Then a couple weeks ago he overheard the director of the shelter he was currently being housed in. The guy made it clear that he was tired of wasting money and resources on an adult snake hybrid that no one was ever going to adopt. One of the volunteers at the shelter, Taehyung, begged and pleaded with the owner to give him more time to find a home for Yoongi. Taehyung had become somewhat fond of the stoic hybrid, but unfortunately didnât have the time, space, or money to adopt him his-self. Ultimately the owner gave him two weeks to find a permanent home or it was the end of the line for him.
And thatâs how Yoongi found himself in the passenger seat of Taehyungâs car on his way to meet some woman who he overheard is terrified of snakes yet for some strange reason agreed to adopt someone who has half the DNA of a snake.
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Trouvaille - Chapter Eighteen (M)
Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
Word Count; 17.4.k
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Updates on the 7th of each month
Hi everyone!!! Happy summer and OMG SEOKJIN IS COMING HOME SOON. I got another update for you all! Got your typical angst, the ghostbusting trio, some fluffyyyy toothrotting romance, and of course, the return of Sexy Yoongi ;) AH! Thank you for waiting patiently for this update, loves, and I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this update đ
As an additional warning/reminder, for the smut: the scene is explicit, and is only intended to be read by those over the age of 18. Please practice safe sex, and readers please have discretion!
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âI suppose I did this to myself,â Y/N miserably stuck her head under the inferno-hot water pelting from her showerhead, wondering if she tried hard enough, she could drown herself. âStupid.â
Scrubbing at her eyes furiously, she attempted to focus on bathing, watching her body wash swirl down the drain. It was useless, however, to prevent her mind from replaying the events that had unfolded immediately after Taehyungâs arrival back home. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall, picturing it all again.Â
âHey Tae! Youâre home!â Y/N called, the Kodiak hybrid flinching an inch into the air, her voice surprising him. He spun around, looking alarmed and like he was caught doing something he wasnât supposed to be.Â
Y/N waved him over, only able to see his head over the SUV, and Taehyung pushed a hand through his hair, squaring his shoulders. Lifting an eyebrow, about to ask what was wrong, she felt she was plunged into an icy lake when he stepped towards her.Â
Taehyung, his camera bag in his hand and eyes laser-sharp, had his clothes in disarray, and purple, splotchy love bites all over his neck. Y/N couldnât find a single word in her brain that made sense to describe how she was feeling as he stood before her, one of his hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans, which were wrinkled and pulled over his hips haphazardly.Â
âWhat are you doing out here?â Taehyung cleared his throat nonchalantly, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary with him. Y/N simply stared, realizing her palm was still mid-air from when she waved at him, and with a jolt, she limply dropped her arm. âYou should go in. Itâll be dark soon.â
âIâm⌠van. Materials for tomorrow, loading them up,â Y/N answered, all choppy and like a rusty robot. âWhere⌠were you? Did you go to the park, orâŚ?â
Taehyung lazily assessed her, his thick eyelashes brushing the tops of his cheekbones as he glanced down at her insecure form. Clicking his tongue, he lifted his camera bag in the air, as if the answer was obvious.Â
âYeah. Then I stopped at the rec center. Why?âÂ
Y/N was proud, at the very least, that she didnât break down after his answer, flat and distant. Deciding, out of spite and feral jealousy, that two could play at that game, and Y/N composed herself into dismissal, shrugging. If he wanted to pretend his neck didnât look like a rabid hyena attacked it, so would she.Â
âNo reason, just wondering. Canât wait to see what youâve been working so hard on these past few weeks,â Y/N chirped, and though it was cheap, she relished in the minute flinch Taehyung offered in response to her words. âIâm gonna head in now. I have a few more things to do before I go back to the Sandersâ tomorrow. Yoongi ordered Chinese food for dinner, itâs in the fridge.â
With that, Y/N flashed Taehyung a tiny smile, Taehyungâs bitten lips parting a couple of centimeters, but not saying another word as he watched her stroll towards the house, her bruised heart thundering painfully in her chest with every step.Â
âStupid!â Y/N repeated, banging her forehead against the tile. âChildish bullshit.â
Y/N had icky guilt swimming around in her gut along with the greasy egg rolls she had choked down on her way to the bathroom, ignoring Yoongiâs requests for her to sit down for dinner. Taehyung really didnât deserve her treating him so coldly just because the Kodiak hybrid had gone out on some kind of date, even if he was lying about it to her face. But when it came to him, someone who was just as allergic to confrontation and sticky conversations as she was, Y/N found that slipping into a tug-of-war of passive aggression was all too easy with Taehyung.
The water in the shower was becoming cold, Y/N cursing, switching the tap off and wrapping herself in a towel. Gut too sour to stay up any longer, she simply slid into her pajamas, promptly collapsing into bed. Distantly, she could hear Hoseokâs loud voice in the parlor, the dim murmurs of the TV, and Jeongguk stomping around his bedroom above her. The sounds were familiar and comforting, but didnât stop her thoughts from lingering on her Kodiak hybrid. Y/N thought it was high time for her to swallow the bitter pill and perhaps confess her true feelings to Taehyung, even if he was falling for someone else. That way, at the very least, she could begin to mend one of the shattered sections of her heart.Â
âYou look like shit. Did you get any sleep?â Jeongguk accused the next morning, Y/N bristling and not even bothering to flick him off.Â
After all, she hadnât, between tangled thoughts of Taehyung and the reminder that she would have to clear the evil spirits from the Sandersâ home the following morning, she was tossing and turning all night.Â
âWe canât all look like rockstars 24/7,â Y/N replied sarcastically, gesturing to his typical black jeans/black graphic tee combination. That day, he was wearing a Megadeth concert tee, which Y/N found darkly fitting for the scenario they were about to find themselves in. âHow are your scratches?â
âAlready healed. Not even a scar. What, do you want me to take my shirt off again?â
âDonât be a smartass today, itâll push me right over the edge,â Y/N threatened, jabbing a finger into his solid chest, Jeongguk smirking around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth. âHurry up and smoke that. Joon doesnât like waiting.â
With that, Y/N hauled herself into the van, scowling once more at a highly amused Jeongguk, shutting the door so the smoke wouldnât choke the life out of her and her wolf hybrid. Massaging her sore under eyes, she tripped her way to the passenger seat, smiling weakly at the fuzzy throw blanket that was already placed there for her. Namjoon, fiddling with the radio, assessed her out of the corner of his eye, his lips tugging downwards.Â
âHeard you didnât sleep well,â Namjoon commented, Y/N sighing, both buckling into her seat and bundling up with the blanket. âAre you sure youâll have enough energy to do the ritual? We can always reschedule it for Wednesday.â
âNo, no, Iâll be alright. I want to get it over and done with, the family has been in that hotel room for far too long,â Y/N straightened in the seat from her original slouch, so her words seemed more convincing to her perceptive hybrid. âI told Jeongguk not to be a smartass today. The last thing we need is provoking the spirits while we try to banish them.â
âI already spoke to him about that, too. Heâs going to do his own ritual, apparently, while you and I focus more on the cleansing. Is that okay with you?â
Y/N had a feeling that the plan the two of them cooked up was an attempt to get Y/N as far away from anything too dangerous as possible. With Jeongguk doing whatever it was he was planning, likely some kind of exorcism tactic he was familiar with, heâd be the one in the line of fire. Additionally, with Namjoon teaming up with her, sheâd have him beside her if things started to go sideways.Â
âYeah, thatâs okay. I hope no one gets hurt this time,â Y/N shivered, sticking her hands close to the vents to heat the digits up. âYouâre still gonna let me do some things of my own, right? To help close the portal?â
âOf course, weâre a team,â Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, reading the vulnerability in her expression.Â
The van teetered back and forth when Jeongguk yanked the side door open, taking up his usual spot in the back in the booth, scrolling on his phone distractedly. Y/N watched, over her shoulder, him prod along the base of his antlers, one of his eyes twitching as he caught on a tender spot, teeth biting down on his lip ring. She was going to ask if something was wrong, but decided against it when he recovered smoothly, digging through the gear back he packed.Â
The first fifteen minutes of the drive were peaceful, Y/N humming along to the radio. However, a fleeting thought had her squeaking loudly, startling Namjoon beside her and making him sharply step on the brakes.Â
âWhat?!â His eyes were wide, silver ears pressed to his skull, Y/N fumbling for her tote bag.Â
âI forgot to give you guys your first paycheck! Judy says you two can be official employees at the shop, if you want, and youâll get paid for all of our consultations, investigations, and cleansings,â Y/N stuck Namjoonâs check in the visor above his head, twisting her torso so she could send Jeonggukâs sailing his way, the elk hybrid catching it with a stunned look on his face.Â
âNext time, wait until weâre parked, kiddo. The wolf almost drove off the road,â Jeongguk scolded, though he hastily tore open his envelope to check out how much he had been paid for his labor.Â
âSorry. Iâm just excited! Do you two want to start coming to work with me regularly? I can try and move my hours around to accommodate your book club hours on Mondays, Joon,â Y/N felt more bright than she had in hours, a faint dimple appearing in Namjoonâs cheek as he tried to squash down his excitement. âI could do Tuesday through Thursday, and then whenever weâre needed for consults.â
âAre you sure you can change your work days? I could just come in with you on Wednesdays and Thursdays,â Namjoon appeared sheepish, eyes glued to the road and his tail swishing over the side of his seat.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure. Judy really likes you two, Iâm sure if it meant you being there three times a week, she wouldnât have a problem coming in on Mondays to cover my previous shift.â
Namjoon quieted down after that, his cheeks coloring all the way to the hoops threaded through his earlobes, Y/N grinning at him and noting Jeonggukâs silence as well.Â
âJeongguk, you can just do the consults if you want. You donât have to stock shelves with us if youâd prefer not to.â
âNo, Iâll come. Got nothing better to do,â Jeongguk quickly replied, caught off guard as he set his first paycheckâ a pretty generous one, at thatâ aside. Humming in satisfaction, Y/N squirmed in her seat, getting comfortable so she could center herself for the remainder of the ride to the Sandersâ.Â
Y/Nâs eyes snapped open as soon as she sensed Namjoon pulling into the driveway. Y/N wasnât surprised that she knew, without a doubt, that they had arrived; her ability to feel and distinguish energies had been becoming stronger by the day. Mercifully, it was fairly sunny that day, so even if the house was surrounded by a subtle darkness, at least the sky wasnât filled with oppressive clouds.Â
âReady?â Y/N fixed her gaze on the front door, determination flooding through her when she remembered Tommyâs terrified and exhausted expression, the shadows curling around Namjoon, and the three bleeding scratches tearing into Jeonggukâs back.Â
âRemember. Donât use names, donât address any of the entities specifically,â Namjoon recapped seriously, catching the Zippo lighter Jeongguk tossed him mid-air, likely for the plethora of candles located in the bag the wolf hybrid was holding in his free hand. âGot the stuff from the church?â
âChurch?â Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, looking from him to Jeongguk with great curiosity.Â
âYeah, the one in the town square, the Catholic church. We went there for some items the day we went out to replace the camera,â Jeongguk shook his gear bag in front of Y/Nâs face, a playful look in his eyes. âHoly water, blessed salt, medallions and whatnot. Weâre marrying the Christians to the Pagans today.â
âAh, I seeâŚâ
âThink of it this way,â Jeongguk cut her off, surprising her by placing a tattooed hand on her shoulder heavily. âWhatever I canât get rid of with the stuff from the church will probably respond to your practice. Right?â
âRight,â was all Y/N could say, trying to savor the elk hybrid soothing her, his fingers squeezing over her shoulder once before letting her go and pulling the vanâs side door open. âBe safe, okay, sweets?â
âMm-hmm. You too,â he smirked confidently, leaping out of the vehicle and heading straight for the front door of the house.Â
âWeâre gonna start outside,â Y/N blinked once Jeongguk disappeared into the house, turning her attention to Namjoon. âThen when weâre inside, weâll start at the top floor, go to the basement, and end with the ground floorâ it confuses the spirits, gets them out faster.â
âLead the way,â Namjoon inelegantly stumbled out of the van, the clumsiness of the action making Y/N giggle, breaking up the tension that she was feeling. âOuch.â
âUh-oh, are you okay?â Y/N sobered up a tad, Namjoonâs ears drooped as he used his free hand to massage his elbow. âBreak a bone?â
âIâm sturdier than you give me credit for,â Namjoon muttered, a cute pout tugging at his lower lip. âWant me to place these candles somewhere?â
âNo, theyâre for inside,â Y/N shook her head, feeling Namjoon follow her to the window where âThe Watcherâ usually lingered, frowning at the cloudy glass. âAll I wanna do out here is bury the spell jars I made in the four corners of the yard and make a boundary with the incense and herb bundles.â
âI can bury the jars,â Namjoon volunteered helpfully, stopping Y/N mid-stride by grabbing her wrist, diving his fingers into her tote bag for the glass bottles. âBut stay close to me while you burn the herbs. Promise?â
âOkay, Bug,â Y/N held out her pinky finger, the wolf hybrid staring at the digit quizzically. Snorting, she reached for Namjoonâs hand, linking her pinky with his, loving that she was the first person to show him how to pinky promise. âI promise!â
True to her word, Y/N stuck closely to Namjoonâ not just because she wasnât a promise-breaker, but because Namjoonâs intimidating height and mass made her feel safer the closer she was to him. Focusing, she used Jeonggukâs lighter to spark up the bundle of herbs, inhaling the scent of burning rosemary, sage, and cedar. The two of them worked silently and with purpose, making a slow counterclockwise circle around the property, Y/N shivering as she felt energy push past her and outside of the boundary her and Namjoon were creating.Â
She knew Namjoon could feel what she did as well, with his ears twitching and an occasional sideways glance to her while she fanned smoke around the yard. In stark contrast to the last time she was at the Sandersâ home, Y/N felt confident and sure of herself.Â
Though almost all of her focus was on the cleansing, she couldnât help but think of how Jeongguk was faring inside. Her and Namjoon completed their circle around the yard, ending up back at the window, and Y/N felt a significant change in the energyâ she could no longer sense the ickiness of something ancient watching her, but she spent a few more moments waving smoke around the glass pane anyways, Namjoon waiting patiently beside her.
 âLetâs go inside. Weâre done out here,â Y/N murmured quietly, in the zone. The wolf hybrid, once again, held her hand while she climbed up the slick, wet concrete porch, though Y/N wondered if the reason he tended to do that was because he himself was quite clumsy and needed the reassurance of stability. Either way, it was endearing.
As she pushed open the door, the first thing Y/N noticed was the line of salt sprinkled along the threshold. Because it was still early morning, the house was full of blue light, and didnât seem as scary as it had when they conducted the night time investigations. Namjoon knew exactly what to do already; so he started straight for the staircase, Y/N swallowing and shadowing him, ears picking up the sound of Jeonggukâs heavy combat boots stomping around up there.Â
Y/N didnât have to tell Namjoon how to set up the candles, as they had gone over that part of the ritual at length previously. She simply lit another bundle of herbs in Ms. Sandersâ room, making sure she got every square inch of the bedroom. It appeared that Jeongguk had already tackled that room; salt on the windowsills, medallions placed in various locations, and the odd wet patch on the floor that Y/N suspected was sprinkled holy water.Â
âFeels good in here,â Y/N commented to Namjoon, though admittedly, she was already getting worried about the two childrenâs rooms. âTime to move on?â
Namjoon nodded, letting the candle he set on Ms. Sandersâ dresser melt down completely. Glued to him, they met Jeongguk in Tommyâs room, where he was chucking holy water into the open closet, his ruby rosary clutched in his other fist. Softly, he was mumbling something in Latin, Y/N relieved that he seemed to be just fine. As directed, Namjoon placed a candle within the closet, crouching on the floor and watching Y/N thoroughly fill the area with herbal smoke, the heaviness of the room easing up second by second.Â
Between her silent prayers and Jeonggukâs audible ones, the trio was in Tommyâs room for about twenty minutes before Y/N could breathe easy for the first time in the space, the sun shining more brightly through the windows, and Jeonggukâs constant prayer paused, chewing on his lip ring contemplatively.Â
âIs itâŚ?â
âClosed,â Jeongguk answered Namjoon resolutely, wiping sweat from his brow. Y/N agreed with him, the closet felt perfectly normal after their combined efforts, so she shut the cracked window in the room to seal the boundaries in place. âThe portalâs dormant. All thatâs left is making sure we push the rest of the entities out and I think the family can come back safely.â
Without thinking about it, Y/N had a fistful of the back of Jeonggukâs tee-shirt when they finally entered Julieâs room, just in case the entity in there decided to harm him again. The elk hybrid didnât seem to notice, simply resuming his Latin monologue and chucking holy water at the walls. Gently, Namjoon took the herb bundle from Y/N, taking up the task of filling the room with the cleansing smoke while she clung to Jeongguk.Â
She had practiced over the past few days extending her protective shield to others, in a way that wouldnât completely zap her of her energy and cause her nose to bleed, so Y/N took a deep breath, Jeongguk keeping her tethered to earth as she imagined the shield around the three of them. With her eyes closed, she could hear the tiny intake of breath Namjoon made from across the roomâ Y/N wondering if he could sense what she was doingâ but Jeongguk didnât even flinch, dutifully focusing on making a line of blessed salt along each windowsill while Y/N held onto him.Â
To the great surprise of all three of them, there wasnât an aggressive, angry demon that came flying through the room to try and stop their efforts, so as the minutes ticked by and all that could be heard was Jeonggukâs prayer, Y/N let go of his shirt carefully. Y/N didnât want to entertain the thought that things seemed too easy, so she pushed the thought out of her mind, and instead, she helped Namjoon wrap things up with the smoke cleansing and candle lighting on the ground floor.Â
âThese candles can be lit while no oneâs here, right?â Jeongguk leaned against the wall in the kitchen, where she and Namjoon were finishing their tasks.Â
âTheyâll be out before we leave. Theyâre just tealights,â Y/N stubbed out the herb bundle she was holding onto, taking in a lungful of sweet-perfumed air. The Sandersâ house felt like an entirely different home; airy, bright, and Y/N could hear early spring birds chirping under the window that a malevolent energy used to haunt. âI just want to make sure all the windows are shut before we leave, do one last walk-through⌠but your plan seemed to work really well. Who would have thought that Pagan and Christian practices mesh so well?â âYouâll soon realize Iâm almost always right about these sorts of things, kiddo,â Jeongguk smacked a fresh pack of Marlboros against his wrist bone, pulling a cigarette out of the carton with a smirk.Â
âOkay, donât get cocky,â Y/N grouched, shouldering by him and rolling her eyes at his smoky chuckles, breezing through the house for her final walk-through. âDonât smoke in here, please.â
âNo shit,â Jeongguk called after her, watching her figure disappear up the stairs. âNothing went wrong?â
The second half of his statement was directed at Namjoon, who was packing away spare materials into Y/Nâs tote bag on the kitchen counter, the wolf hybridâs bitten ear flickering with annoyance.Â
âYouâd know if something did,â Namjoon replied simply, slinging her bag over his shoulder, trying to keep the snarl out of his voice. âStart the van while youâre outside.â
Jeongguk distractedly shook the keys to the vehicle in his free hand, already striding towards the front door, Namjoon shaking his head at the elk hybridâs nonchalance. He himself, however, couldnât believe how successful the three of them had been, and a strange emotion Namjoon couldnât tag a name to welled up inside of him when he looked around the house.Â
Namjoon might have not had the same kind of ability to sense energies in the way Y/N could, but there was a marked difference to how he was able to move around the house, breathe a little more freely, and the primalâ still very newâ instinct to protect Y/N from some kind of unseen threat eased up the on the chokehold it had on him. Even then, when he was more than confident that they had banished all of the negativity, he found himself hanging back in the living room, listening to Y/Nâs light footsteps from above, waiting for her to come back down and join him outside.Â
âJoonie?â Y/Nâs voice floated down from the stairs as she hopped down them, surprised to see him waiting before her eyes widened. âOh, shit. Do you think itâs okay I said your name?â
Namjoon blinked, watching her chew her lips and glance at Jeongguk outside, in the distance smoking his cigarette by the van. Namjoon didnât know when he had gotten so used to the handful of nicknames that Y/N had for him, and was shocked that after only two hours of her not uttering one of them, he realized how much he liked that quirk of hers.Â
âI think itâs alright, now,â Namjoon recovered, shaking away the bizarre emotions he was feeling. While he was interested in the unexplained, that didnât necessarily mean he enjoyed unexplainable things happening to himself. Y/Nâs mouth opened, but it was her growling stomach that interrupted her words, heat flooding her cheeks. âWant to stop for some lunch before we go home? There was a âhot potâ place on the way here I saw you eyeing.â
âIâm either deeply unsubtle, or your perception is on another level. Werenât you driving?â Y/N accused, making her way to him with a shy grin.Â
âItâs a mixture of both,â Namjoon confessed, refusing to hand over her tote bag while she opened up the front door and locked it for the final time. âWhat is hot pot, though?â
âOh! You get to pick out a broth, and then all of the noodles, vegetables, and meats you want, then you cook it right at your table! I think youâll like it, you really wanna go?â
Namjoon nodded, waving smoke out of his face from Jeonggukâs still-burning cigarette.Â
âYeah, we need to eat,â Jeongguk pried into the conversation, his fingers dancing around the base of his antlers again. âThat shit will suck the life out of you.â
Once in the van, Y/N felt loopy satisfaction, sending a text to Ms. Sanders while Namjoon drove to the hot pot restaurant.Â
Y/N: We just finished the cleansing, with great success! You and the kids should be able to move back in now, and please contact me anytime you need, weâll be there for you.Â
Sighing, Y/N glanced at Namjoon, a faint dimple in his cheek that told her he was quite pleased with how things turned out, her heart squeezing in her chest as she poked his sweater-clad bicepâ his bushy tail wagging in consequence.Â
âIâm proud of you two. Iâm happy weâre a team,â Y/N admitted seriously, Namjoon clearing his throat nervously at the praise. And when Y/N peeked at Jeongguk, he wasnât rolling his eyes, he was actually smiling at her, teeth and all, even if there was a glint of teasing mischief across his features.Â
âI hope you can handle spicy food. Iâm getting the Sichuan broth,â Jeongguk announced, neither of the hybrids acknowledging her praise, but Y/N knew that they appreciated it based on their facial expressions. âAnd Iâm not going to share my order of pork belly.â
âAs long as you donât hog the dipping sauces, we wonât have a problem,â Y/N snorted, relaxing back into her seat, looking forward to sharing a triumphant meal with the two of them.
âUgh, Iâm bored,â Y/N complained to the ceiling, slouching on the stool at work with absolutely nothing to do, and nobody to talk to.Â
Namjoon and Jeongguk were unable to join her at work until the following week, when their paperwork allowing them to be legally employed went through, so she was alone in the dead metaphysical shop. Additionally, she pouted about going home after her shiftâ all of her hybrids were so busy lately, it was rare that she had quality time with all seven of them at once.
In the two days that followed the cleansing, a whirlwind of events happened all at once. Hoseok had indeed taken up employment at the rec center coaching the junior track team, and spent several hours there organizing things for the spring season and getting acclimated with his upcoming responsibilities. Besides him, Yoongi actually decided to take up coaching part-time as well, even after all of his insistence that he didnât necessarily want to, so he was gone just as frequently as Hoseok.Â
Jimin was often occupied outside preparing the garden beds for fast-approaching spring, exercising horses, or tending to the grounds, and while Y/N helped as often as she could, there were only so many hours she could take digging in the frigid dirt and dodging chickens nipping at her heels after a day at work. As for Namjoon and Jeongguk; the two of them were predictably busy with their own hobbies, the wolf hybrid catching up on the book club assignments he was behind on, and Jeongguk obsessively watching videos about paranormal equipment. That left her with Seokjin, who she spent most of her time with, and Taehyung, who was either hardly at home or avoiding her like a poisonous spider.
Sighing, Y/N twirled a pen between her finger tips. With the house cleansing out of the way, she had no more excuses to try and avoid patching things up with Taehyung, or at the very least, attempt to have some kind of productive conversation with him. It broke her heart that it seemed that the home Taehyung had grown to truly love wasnât something he found comfort in at the moment, so it was her main priority to swallow her pride and restore things to normalcy.
She thought back to the early winter, prior to Christmas, when Taehyung was his happiest. Getting into his photography, sharing his work with her and the others at the expos, hanging out with her and Yoongi in the music room on Fridays while they had their piano lessons and he would listen to records on the floor. Frowning, she reached for the Kodiak Hybrids for Dummies she brought along with her for the post-lunch lull she was enduring, which she had been using the past few weeks to try and glean anything enlightening about his behavior.Â
Y/N tried to read a chapter of each guidebook simultaneously, so she was finishing up the last few pages of the eighth chapterâ one on dietary preferencesâ for Kodiak hybrids before sheâd move onto the next for not just that one, but the six others, as well. The chapters on various diets were entertaining, for sure, but Y/N realized that her boys pretty much ate whatever was in front of them, regardless of the âpreferencesâ listed in the guide books. For instance, elk hybrids allegedly favored fresh, light, vegetable based foods; but Jeongguk was one of the biggest meat eaters in the house. She hadnât noticed Taehyung having a particular, all-consuming craving for salmon, either, so if anything, the chapter was plainly useless.Â
Yawning while turning the page, she choked on her own spit when she read what the next chapter was so boldly titled: Mating, Heats, Ruts. Immediately beginning to sweat, much like how she did when she found out what scenting was, she scanned the front windows of the shop, making sure no one was strolling towards the entrance to browse for spell candles.Â
âWhat on godâs green planet are heats and ruts?â Y/N panicked, though truthfully, thanks to her past as a vet, she knew exactly what they were in the animal kingdom. She had a nervous feeling that they werenât so different in the hybrid world, either. âOh JesusâŚâ
Hastily, she blew past the chapter title page, hesitantly beginning to read and forgetting all about âbalanced diets for your hybridâ. For the thousandth time, and likely not the last, she was faced with new information about hybrids she probably should have already known by then.Â
Mating: Some hybrids will find what they will consider to be their âmateâ within their lifetimes. Depending on species, these hybrids will mate âfor lifeâ more often than not. The instinct to mate is triggered by the hybrid seeing another as their ideal counterpart. Like their fully animal counterparts, the purpose of âmateshipâ is for reproduction, but because hybrids are human as well, love and romance is another consideration that the hybrid will factor in when selecting their mate. It is debated whether or not hybrids have control over choosing a mate, some experts claim that is entirely instinct-based, others believe that the hybrid will select a mate once they deem their selection worthy.Â
For Kodiak hybrids, specifically: the species is known to be serially monogamous, meaning that unless they chose a mate that they intend to stay with for life, they will select a different partner to spend their heats/ruts with each cycle. For those who have mated, jealousy can be a very big issue when it comes to their mate.Â
Heats/Ruts: Hybrids, when they reach sexual maturity around the age of eighteen, will develop seasonal heats/ruts; the season during the year at which the cycle will happen depends on the species. Typically, heats/ruts can be handled alone by âunmatedâ hybrids by the hybrid themselves, and will often seclude themselves from their adoptive guardians. Other hybrids seek out a partner to help them through this cycle to ease discomfort, but it is species dependent, as well as dependent on the hybridâs personality and temperament.Â
There have often been many cases where a hybrid will not experience an intense heat/rut until they feel comfortable in their environment, but this behavior is seen in exotic hybrids or ones with skittish/distrustful personalities.Â
As for hybrids that have selected a mate, their heats/ruts will be unbearably uncomfortable and cannot be handled by the hybrid alone. The mated hybrid will feel excruciating pain and discomfort if unable to complete their heat/rut without their mate, and can be threatening to the hybridâs health and wellbeing. It is important for adoptive guardians who may have a mated pair of hybrids to give them the space to work through the cycle.Â
Heats/ruts typically last 2-3 days at their height, but days leading up to and after the cycle can leave the hybrid sensitive as well. For more information on how to make your hybrid comfortable during their cycles, refer to page 809.Â
Kodiak hybrids typically experience their heats/ruts during May-June.
Y/Nâs mouth was dropped open and rather dry, reading the pages frantically three times over. Warmth flushed her from head to toe, not exactly surprised none of the boys brought up that aspect of their naturesâ and it wasnât like she ever asked. Although she was surprised, and just a touch annoyed, Yoongi at the very least never said anything to her. Fanning herself, she pulled up multiple tabs on her phone, scribbling a messy note on an old receipt.Â
Seokjin/Yoongi: Ruts any time of year. Lasts between 4-5 days
Hoseok: December-early spring. Usually monogamous. 3-4 days
Namjoon: Mid spring- early summer, but also for two weeks in the second half of winter. Monogamous, mate for life. 4-5 days (excluding the winter rut)
Jimin: Winter. Strictly monogamous. 3-4 days
Taehyung: May-June, serially monogamous. Rut can last anywhere from two days to two weeks
Jeongguk: August-early winter. âCourtshipâ is important. Rut can last days on and off, sometimes for up to several weeks depending on hybrid.Â
Y/N was boiling hot all over once she finished jotting down her notes, overwhelmed and embarrassed. Before she could get ahead of herself, or even ashamed that she didnât know about these specific things about the boys, she crumpled up the sticky note and shoved it deep into her tote bag. She had stressed early on to each of them to tell her if they were ever uncomfortable or needed something, so she concluded (shakily) that since none of them brought up their ruts, maybe they hadnât experienced them full-force yet. Greedily chugging water from the bottle Yoongi packed her, she narrowed her eyes at the picture of him she stuck to her work computer monitor, swearing to back him into a corner and get him to spill.Â
Trying to think about literally anything else than her hybrids and their ruts, she pushed the Kodiak Hybrids for Dummies aside and returned to what she was working on for Yoongiâs birthday. The hand-written symbols on the page, ones that were once unfamiliar to her, became a form of artistic expression thanks to her leopard hybrid, and had been erased and rewritten dozens of times by then. Y/N knew she was a perfectionist, but her dissatisfaction with herself had never been so frustrating. Both envying and admiring Yoongiâs raw natural talent, she scanned the page of sheet music, filled with notes she was trying to arrange into a pretty composition of her own.
There was, of course, the struggle of picking a suitable name for the piece as well. There was a list of titles she was playing with, but none fit the vision she had for the composition exactly. Humming, she erased a section of the very last measure, deciding to end the song more gently than she originally planned. Minutes ticked away at lightning-speed while she wrote and rewrote notes, and before she knew it, her shift was up and not a soul came into the shop to disrupt her process.Â
By then, she supposed she had to be satisfied with the piece; Yoongiâs birthday was the next day. There would be time for her to practice during the day, as she had taken it off from work to celebrate, Yoongi would be spending half of his birthday at the rec center setting up things for the junior basketball teamâs spring season. Hastily scooping up all of her books, she locked up the shop, wondering who would be waiting for her at home.
âHello?â Y/N fumbled for her phone buzzing away in her pocket, simultaneously stumbling into her car.Â
âY/N! Christ, what are you, in a tunnel or something?â Ben responded immediately, making Y/N snort.Â
âNo, Iâm getting in my car. Just locked up the shop. Can you hear me now?â Adjusting her grip on her phone, she realized she was covering the microphone with her scarf. âHow are things?â
âGood, itâs getting warmer finally, huh?âÂ
âNot warm enough. Hoseok is killing me complaining about the cold all the time. Seokjin might hate it more, but he doesnât complain nearly as much!â
âThat fox is a character. Everyoneâs doing well, though? How about the new jobs you told me some of them are getting?âÂ
âItâs only day two, but I think the three that picked up work at the rec center are enjoying it. I miss them thoughâŚâ Y/N pouted, Ben chuckling through the receiver. âNamjoon and Jeongguk are going to start coming to Judyâs with me next week. And Yoongiâs birthday is tomorrow, so Iâm excited for that!â
âBig plans?â
âMmm⌠maybe not by your standards. Something that suits him, though. Iâm taking him out on a date.â
âRomantic. Heâll love it, Iâm sure,â Ben agreed with her. âThen again, you could get him a frying pan and heâd treat it like a diamond.â
âStop,â Y/N groaned, embarrassed. âSo, I read something interesting today about hybrids.â
âThis ought to be good. What did you find out this time that was obvious to all but you?â Ben teased, Y/N sticking her tongue out at him even though he couldnât see.Â
âOkay, Mr. Wonderful. I learned about mating and ruts. I didnât realize that was a thing for them,â Y/N snapped, Ben dissolving into thick laughter, which irked her further. âWhat?!â
âSorry, I donât mean to laugh. I can just picture the fucking look on your face reading that in one of those guidebooks you are hoarding,â Ben took a breath, Y/N similarly imagining how red in the face he was getting from laughing at her. âAny comments?â
âWell, yeah. Why the fuck havenât any of them brought it up?â
âDo you discuss your menstruation or ovulation with them? Why would they, Y/N? Itâs kind of a personal thing.â
Y/N flinched, once again struck by Benâs ability to cut to the chase when she was being a little ridiculous.Â
âFair, I suppose,â Y/N squeaked. âI mean, I thought the scenting was a tricky subject to breach.â
âWell, if youâre curious about it, you could always just ask Yoongi or Seokjin, if youâre feeling especially bold,â Ben said, with a teasing lilt. Y/N was a touch mortified. âThey love you, theyâre not going to shy away from that conversation. Iâd avoid bringing it up to that elk hybrid of yours, I think heâd make fun of you more than I am.â
âAnother valid point,â Y/N muttered, not wanting to give Jeongguk another round of ammunition to amuse himself with at her expense. âWhatever. Whatever! Maybe Iâll ask Yoongi or Seokjin, or maybe Iâll just wait until they bring it up. I feel like Iâve got bigger fish to fry at the present.â
âIâm sure. You got hybrids, ghosts, and romantic feelings for all of your housemates. Youâd make millions on reality TV.â
âThanks, Ben. Remind me to drop your call next time.â
âSee you at brunch on Sunday!â Ben signed off cheerfully, Y/N rolling her eyes and throwing her car in drive.
A slightly-cloudy sky peeked through the windows of the house the day of Yoongiâs birthday. Y/N had shown him, as well as Hoseok, off that morning, the two of them bound for the rec center. The fox hybrid was trying to get Yoongi to wear a pointy birthday hat that was leftover from his birthday, but Yoongi scrambled towards the car before Hoseok could slap it on his head.Â
Y/N had only a few hours to practice her new composition before Yoongi would be back and theyâd head out for the dinner reservation she made, so after downing some coffee while staring at Jimin cutting down some dead saplings in the backyard, she made her way to the music room. Feeling somewhat stealthy with the sheet music tucked under her arm, she passed by Seokjinâs room, the pipes in the wall clanging together telling her he was probably bathing.Â
The feeling of sitting at the piano bench without Yoongi beside her had Y/N frowning. She had grown ever so attached to his warmth and presence, his gentle, reassuring guidance while sheâd play. Huffing, she placed her sheet music on the stand, rolling her wrists like Yoongi would, and began to practice.Â
For her first composition, it wasnât half bad. It was nowhere on the level of what Yoongi could come up with, but he had years of composing on her, so Y/N tried not to compare herself to him too harshly. Once again, she changed the ending of the song with her lip tucked between her teeth, worried that she might not ever get it rightâ on top of that, she still hadnât picked a name for the piece and she was running out of time.Â
She was in the middle of playing through the song a sixth time when she was interrupted by the jiggling of the music roomâs handle. Before sitting down at the piano, Y/N hadnât locked the door just in case someone wanted to come and find her, so with minor embarrassment, she halted her playing, glancing at the door expectantly. When the door swung open, she held her breath, recognizing the curly head of black hair right away, a shard of ice piercing through her heart.Â
Taehyungâs steps into the room faltered, headphones askew on top of his head, as soon as he caught scent of her and realized he wasnât alone. Beautiful eyes going round, his rounded ears flattened while a feral rumble of shock rolled through his chest, going quite still. Gawking at each other, Taehyungâs mouth dropped open, eyes shifting from her to the collection of CDâs on the shelf. Fingers frozen over the ivory keys of the piano, she watched the Kodiak hybrid inch towards the shelf with urgency, probably trying to get the hell out of dodge. Y/Nâs body moved before her mind did, launching her off the bench and across the room.Â
âTae, hi,â she blurted, knowing that he could hear her with his Kodiak set of ears, the rounded brown appendages fluttering with the sound of her voice, a Nirvana CD clumsily slipping out of his grasp and clattering to the floor. âWhatcha up to? I didnât know you were home.â
Taehyung, moving like he was stuck in molasses, slid the headphones off of his ears to hang loosely around his neck, facing Y/N fully. Quickly, she ducked down, scooping the CD off the floor and offering it to him with a friendly expression. Her heart was pounding, ready to bite the bullet and have a real conversation with him no matter what it took. Taehyungâs shoulders relaxed downwards a few inches, his sweater slipping over his wrist as he took the CD, switching off the device he had clipped to his jeans.Â
âThey didnât need me at the rec center today,â was his response, swallowing. âI just decided to stay here⌠I thought you had work on Thursdays.â
âI usually do, but I took today off!â Y/N watched Taehyung nod, his tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. With the direction of the conversation already, Y/N was feeling queasy; and with the way that he kept glancing at her chest, she could tell he could hear her heart threatening to burst into pieces. âUh⌠come here, look! I wanted to show you some pictures I took this week around the shop. The town square looks so pretty right now, the grass is just starting to get green!â
Y/N thought on her feet, grasping for Taehyungâs wrist, which he let her take as well as tow him to the leather loveseat, apparently too stunned to protest. There was electricity zapping through the hand wrapped around his sweater-clad wrist, and considering she hadnât touched Taehyung in so long, it had her emotions kicking into overdrive.Â
âY/NâŚâ
âSit here, please? Iâve wanted to show you for a little while. It wonât take long!â Y/N hoped her tone wasnât dripping with utter desperation, but something flickered in Taehyungâs carmine eyes, softening them, so he heeded her request and sat beside her stiffly.Â
Squirming in satisfactionâ the small victory boosting her confidence somewhatâ she flicked through her phone, still holding onto Taehyung all the while. Finding the folder of amateurish shots of around her workplace, she placed her phone in Taehyungâs limp, open palm, the Kodiak hybridâs sharp canines biting down on his lower lip.Â
âDo you want me to do a shoot here?â Taehyung asked with confusion, his deep voice making her shiver imperceptibly.Â
Y/N peeked at him out of the corner of her eye, chest squeezing painfully at the sight of his gorgeous face, entirely focused on the pictures he was scrolling through. Dropping her gaze, she briefly glanced at his neck, the bruises she saw there days ago long since faded. However, the memory in her mindâs eye remained, drying up her mouth.Â
âWould you want to? I can take you there soon, the cherry blossoms in the courtyard will bloom in the next few weeks,â Y/N prayed they were moving a step forward, Taehyung humming lowly, continuing to scroll through her camera roll. Y/N had nothing to hide, so she let him, hoping to continue chit-chatting.Â
âYeah, maybe when the flowers bloom, then. For the spring expo.â
âSounds like a plan, Tae,â Y/N hesitantly leaned her shoulder into his, her hip colliding with the CD player strapped to his belt. âOoh, any music recommendations for me lately?â
Taehyungâs chest rumbled again, the sound animalistic and raw, and Y/N wasnât used to hearing it so often those days. Resisting the desire to tuck some of his curls behind his ear, Y/N waited for a reply, Taehyung avoiding eye-contact by examining the pictures on her screen.Â
âIâve just been listening to grunge, like always. Someone showed me an artist named Mac Demarco recently, which you might like.â
âOh! Iâve heard of him. An indie artist, right?â Y/N wondered who exactly showed him new music, itchy jealousy crawling all over her skin.
Taehyung didnât answer, his thumb stilling over the touchscreen of her phone, intensely staring at the picture he paused on. Curious, Y/N peered over his shoulder to see what captured his attention so thoroughly, a tiny squeak leaving her mouth at what she saw. Taehyung had scrolled so far through her camera roll that he reached the mirror selfies she had taken the night of Hoseokâs birthday, after she finished her makeup and shimmied into her dress.Â
Originally, she sent the pictures to the Santos twins, but she never intended for other eyes to see her so scandalously posing in front of her bathroom mirror, so she was definitely mortified that Taehyung was gawking at them, Y/N clearing her throat sharply. Taehyung wasnât broken out of his trance until she repeated his name several times, her phone clattering to his lap as his eyes focused on her again, his irises dark and predatory.Â
âTaehyung, um. I wanted to talk to you. Last weekend, when you came home from the rec center⌠I was short with you. Iâm sorry,â Y/Nâs palms were sweating, Taehyungâs expression surprisingly not wiping blank like she expected it to. âI hope I didnât imply that you need to tell me where you are at all times, or felt like I was coming down on you or upset with you.â
âIâ um, I didnât think that,â Taehyungâs voice was rough, the corners of his mouth turning down as he angled his body towards her.Â
âOh, okay. Again, I just wanna stress, you donât have to ask me for permission to go where you want, alright? I miss you, though, Tae.â
Taehyungâs mouth dropped open, his eyes darting around the room like he was trying to find a response written on the wallpaper, bouncing his thigh up and down.Â
âMiss you too,â Taehyung admitted quietly, winding the hem of his sweater around his finger tips. âA lot.â
Y/Nâs eyes began to sting, the raw vulnerability coming off of him in that moment tangible and heavy. His words were profound to her, and if anything, it gave her courage. Not knowing if sheâd ever be brave enough again to hurtle off the edge of no return, she reached for Taehyungâs hand, tracing a thumb over the vintage silver ring on his index finger; this time, Taehyung was the one to shiver.Â
âUh, so Tae. Hm. You knowâŚâ
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
Taehyungâs phone was ringing in his pocket, but he promptly ignored it, so Y/N scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment, attempting to continue when the buzzing stopped.Â
âRight. So, you know I really care about youââ
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.Â
Grimacing, Taehyung dove his free hand into his pocket when it began to go off again, sending the call to voicemail blindly, Y/N losing confidence by the second.Â
âY/N?â
âOh, yeah. Sorry. I just wanted to tell you I really care for you, and we havenât spent a lot of time together lately, but I need you to knowââ Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. âWhy donât you get that? It seems like it might be important.â Y/N swallowed down the last of her declaration: I need you to know I love you.Â
Ticked, Taehyung dug his phone out of his pocket, Y/N catching the caller ID before he picked up. Someone named âDianaâ was eagerly trying to reach him, ice water being dumped over Y/Nâs flame, her heart stopping dead in her chest when Taehyung let go of her hand and answered the phone.Â
âDi, whatâs up?â Taehyung held a finger up to Y/N, jaw tense, Y/N flinching at the sound of a raspy female voice coming through the phone pressed to the side of his face.Â
It was like she had become a balloon rapidly deflating, like the string tying it together was pulled free. Palm tingling now that Taehyungâs hand wasnât resting in hers, she sat there completely flabbergasted.
âNo, Iâm not coming by the rec center today, Di. Iâm developing the photos we took in the darkroom at my house, theyâll be ready next week. I donât know if Iâll see you this weekendâŚâ
Y/N had heard enough. Knees knocking together, she stood from the couch, Taehyungâs eyebrows pulling together in confusion, ignoring Dianaâs whines on the other line. Speedily collecting her sheet music from the piano, she gave Taehyung a wave and a half smile.Â
âYou finish your call, I gotta get ready for Yoongiâs birthday dinner tonight. Talk later?â Y/N was proud that her voice wasnât shaky or full of pain, Taehyung blinking at her and his expression finally wiping blank again. He gave her a thumbs up, looking out the window as she left.Â
âYeah, I know Di. I saw you last weekend, though.â Taehyungâs tone was beyond agitated as she shut the soundproof door, not wanting to spend one more second listening in on the conversation.Â
She was there, right there. About to tell Taehyung how she truly felt about him, to push past all of the angst between her and him, all for her hopes to crash around her with an interruptive phone call. Any confidence she had to confess her feelings to him was dashed and divided as soon as she heard the Kodiak hybrid call the woman on the phone Di. Taehyung had never given Y/N a nickname before, and that realization had her thinking that perhaps she had overestimated how he felt about her. Perhaps, to him, she was his guardian, someone off-limits romantically, someone that he would deem inconceivable to have those sort of feelings for. Y/N was the type to race, barrel, and fly into conclusions, so she had no trouble believing these spiraling thoughts as she locked herself in her bedroom.
Running her fingers through her hair, yanking the roots, she tried to take deep, centering breaths, like the ones Namjoon taught her how to do. Thankfully, after a few rounds of clutching her bedpost and breathing like a yoga instructor, it seemed to do the trick. Staring at herself in her vanity mirror, she came to one more, positive, at least, conclusion: at least Taehyung wasnât upset with her, and perhaps he wouldnât be so avoidant anymore.Â
Sighing raggedly, she checked her watch, swearing colorfully. Yoongi would be home shortly, so sheâd have to move her ass like it was on fire to get ready for the dinner reservation she planned. Putting Taehyung out of her mind, as difficult as it was, she changed gears when she glanced at the silvery dress she picked up for the occasion, which happened to be one of Yoongiâs favorite colors. While she was turning on the shower tap, her phone chimed in her pocket, Y/N forgetting that she managed to swipe it out of Taehyungâs lap when he answered Dianaâs phone call.Â
Yoongi đźđť: On my way home.Â
Y/N: Okay, birthday boy â¤ď¸
Yoongi đźđť: đâ¤ď¸
Surprisingly, there was about half an hour to spare by the time Y/N had finished getting ready. Throwing a light sweater over the satiny dress she pulled onâ mostly to prevent Seokjin from having a stroke that she was scantily dressed in early spring weather againâ she made sure her hair and makeup was how she wanted it and set out to find her leopard hybrid.Â
In the hallway, the scent of greasy pizza hit her square in the face. Suspecting that Hoseok probably had Yoongi stop by Salâs for some dinner before she and the leopard hybrid left for the night, the sounds of an action movie blaring in the parlor had her snickering. For beings with superior hearing, her boys loved to jack up the surround sound. Pausing by the staircase, she could hear Yoongi playing piano upstairs, probably waiting for her. Giddy, she skipped up the stairs, holding onto the old carved banister with reverence. Yoongi seemed to be playing the song he composed for Y/N, making her blush and nearly swoon into the music room.Â
Yoongi was seated on the bench where she was perched just hours ago. Dressed sharply in black dress pants and a matching dress shirt, the monochrome outfit highlighted the glimmer of his accessoriesâ rings, bracelets, earrings, and of course, the sparkly chain clasped around his throat. His triangular ears immediately twitched towards her direction even if his face didnât, his tempo never faltering even when she started heading right for him, a tender smile on her face when she ended up behind him. Ducking, she pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, in between his spotted ears, giggling when his tail tickled the bare skin of her thighs.Â
âYou look nice,â Y/N purred into his hair, breathing in his shampoo. It was then when Yoongi stopped playing, craning his chin upwards to nuzzle his nose into her neck, making a similar purr to hers. âHappy birthday, Yoongi!â
âUgh. Iâm old,â Yoongi complained, his eyelashes tickling the skin of her throat.Â
âNo youâre not. Youâre just 30, the same age as Seokjin,â Y/N poked his shoulder, sliding her palm along his back as she rounded the bench, sitting on his free side.Â
âSilly girl, furthering my point. Heâs old, too,â Yoongi grouched, ears turning back when Y/N swat at his forearm reproachfully. âDonât whack me, itâs my birthday.â
âYouâre sending some mixed signals about that, angel,â Y/N snorted, feeling his hand curl around her hip, fingers sliding along the satin material sensually. âExcited for dinner?â
âYou keep hyping it up, are they going to bring out a cake and sing to me?â Yoongi asked, trepidation coloring his gravelly tone.Â
âOh shit, do you want me to call and ask if they can do that?â Y/N joked, pretending to pick up her phone and dial the restaurant. Promptly, Yoongi snatched her phone away, stuffing it into the pocket of his dress pants. âKidding. I just hope you like the food.â
âIâll eat anything,â Yoongi shrugged, pink blush dusting his cheeks as shy purrs filled the room.Â
âWanna play âMoonlight Loversâ before we go? I practiced for you,â Y/N changed the subject, cozy tucked into his side.Â
âDid you?â
âMm-hmm. I promised, didnât I?â Y/N teased, humming when Yoongi planted a kiss on her jaw bone. To his dismay, she got up from the bench, making haste to the opposite end of the room. âYouâre gonna sing while I play?â
âSure, but? What are you doing, silly?â
âLook forward, angel!â Y/N pointed straight ahead, encouraging her leopard hybrid to tear his scrutiny from her fumbling with a telescope-like device in the corner. Slowly, he did.Â
The lights were low, so Y/N was pleased that the projection lamp displayed the image of the pearly white moon perfectly onto the wall beyond the grand piano. For a small fee on the internet, she was able to give Yoongi the full moon whenever he wanted, and he was a stunned, a still figure on the piano bench when she returned to his side, snuggling back into him.Â
Y/N didnât wait for a response to the surprise, instead launching straight into the jazzy first bars of the song with practiced ease, grinning when Yoongiâs sock-clad food pressed over hers on the sustain pedal. Clingy as ever and seemingly recovering, Yoongi rested his chin on Y/Nâs shoulder while she worked her way through the first few measures, nuzzling closer to her when she shivered at the ticklish sensation of his ears against her skin.Â
The world existed and it was just her and Yoongi, his voice quiet when he began singing the first verse, Y/N following along in her head since she had memorized the lyrics by then. Not knowing where his body began and hers ended, it was a miracle she was able to concentrate playing on tempo. The pace picked up at the refrain just before the chorus, and Y/N pushed past her nerves to join Yoongi in singing.Â
And we met under the moonlit sky
It was you, of all, who caught my eye
When youâre gone, Iâm incomplete
No one but you
Has been this sweet
And under the moonlit sky
Across seas, you and IÂ
Never again, will say goodbye
Y/N didnât consider herself to be a world-class singer by any means, but with the way Yoongiâs arm tightened around her back, she could tell that he liked the sound of it, his own voice cutting off momentarily when she first began to harmonize with him. She played the rest of the song like that, Yoongi still tucked into the crook of her neck, his eyes closed.
Soaking in the moment, something in his chest unfurling and threatening to burst free, he clung to Y/N, spellbound as she perfectly played the last few measures of the song, gentle silence ringing out in the room when she finished. Unable to move, speak, or breathe, Yoongi went limp when Y/N kissed his forehead, letting him process.Â
âPerfect,â Yoongi managed, squeezing Y/N around her middle, filled with both nostalgia and joy, the artificial moonlight projected in the room somehow feeling so real. âYou really must have practiced hard.â
âWhat can I say? I had the best teacher ever,â Y/N replied, bashfully, happy to hold Yoongi as long as he wanted; even risking missing their dinner reservations.Â
âIâm proud of my student. Sheâs come a long way,â Yoongi murmured, straightening up but still maintaining his possessive hold on her. Melting at the pure adoration on her face, Yoongi couldnât help but cup the side of her face. âMy mom would have loved you.â
Y/Nâs face grew hot, Yoongi felt it under his palm, her lower lip wobbling.Â
âReally?â
âMaybe not as much as I love you, but yeah, she would have. You two have the same heart,â Yoongi smiled, not feeling an ounce of sadness like he usually did on his birthday the previous three years. âWanna know a little bit more about her before we go? We still have time.â
âPlease?â Y/Nâs expression grew eager, Yoongi finding it adorable, pinching her nose playfully.Â
âHer and I lived in a tiny apartment above The Black Lodge, courtesy of the ownerâ Barry was his nameâ I suspect that Barry might have been in love with my mom. Barry was old-school, though, and never acted on anything considering a lot of guys his age thought human and hybrid relationships were taboo,â Y/N pouted, but Yoongi shook his head and rubbed circles on her waist with his thumb.Â
âAnyways, yeah, we lived in a one-bedroom above the bar courtesy of Barry. My mom always insisted I take the bedroom, and sheâd fall asleep on a loveseat in the living room watching old Marilyn Monroe movies. She wouldnât take ânoâ for an answer, ever, just like you. She smoked those long, skinny cigarettes and her favorite drink was a Manhattan. My mom could write a song in twenty minutes, I donât know how she did it. She would sing like her voice came up from the Earthâs crust and flowed through her mouth. And her perfume⌠sheâd always wear something floral to remind her of the spring, when I was born.â
âYour mom sounds glamorous, like a movie star. I bet she was beautiful, too,â Y/Nâs voice was dreamy, thick with emotion. She pictured a woman just as striking as her Yoongi, with the same spotty ears and tail, the same lithe, graceful figure.Â
âMm, she was,â Yoongi agreed, distantly wishing he had a picture of her to show Y/N. âAlright, we should head out. You can ask me more questions on the way there, if you want.â
Y/N nodded enthusiastically, thrilled that Yoongi had opened up to her so much over time. There was something so wonderful about knowing someone on their deeper levels, especially a loved one, so Y/N cherished every tidbit of information Yoongi would offer her. Blissfully, knowing truly nothing could ruin her mood, she let Yoongi wait outside and order the taxi while she bid goodbye to the others in the parlor.Â
âY/N, pretty, one of these days youâre gonna catch a cold,â Seokjin accused from his spot on the floor, wrapped in a throw blanket himself, staring pointedly at her bare legs. Y/N simply shook her head, bending low, and kissed his cheek softly, a feline chirp of pleasure leaving his lips and his orange eyes glowing in the dim light of the living room.Â
âWeâll be back in a little while. Please donât eat the birthday cake until then,â Y/N drove that specific point home by looking directly at Namjoon, who was sheepishly gnawing on his fingernails on the couch, his book forgotten in his lap.Â
âPick me up some?â Jeongguk lifted an empty carton of Marlboro reds in the air, tapping it hollowly, Y/N scowling.Â
âWhatâs the magic word, sweets?â
âFor fu-â Jeongguk coughed when Namjoon sharply thwacked the back of his head with his book. âPlease.â
âI have half a mind to buy you some nicotine patches,â Y/N muttered, accepting a jolty, goofy hug from Hoseok on the leather recliner. âNot to stir the pot, but once again, Jimin. Youâre in charge.â
A series of exasperated groans filled the room as Jimin preened at the responsibility, nodding once at Y/N importantly. Taehyung, all the way at the back of the room by the window overlooking the backyard, was busy fussing over his camera, even if his ears were angled to the sound of her voice.Â
âIâm the eldest, shouldnât I be in charge?â Seokjin sulked, his dark ears downturned just like the full corners of his mouth. Y/N simply snorted, knowing he was just pouting on purpose, giving him one last hair ruffle before starting to the foyer.Â
âIâll be back soon, my sweet boys, alright?â Y/N blew the six hybrids a kiss, the various reactions of amusement and embarrassment making her feel warm and fuzzy as she made her way to the leopard hybrid waiting for her on the porch.Â
âI used to walk by this place on my way to the barber,â Yoongi remarked when the cab dropped them off at the restaurant, Y/N lacing their fingers together and admiring the way the city lights reflected off of his hazel eyes.
âOh yeah? The one who gave you crazy haircuts?â Y/N mussed Yoongiâs long locks, smiling at him widely. âSpeaking of. Never cut your hair short, please.â
âWhy not, you like it like this?â Yoongi smirked devilishly, letting Y/N tug him into the restaurant.
âYeah, it suits you! Donât touch it, Iâll be really mad,â Y/N threatened, approaching the hostessâ booth. âHi, we have an 8:00 reservation under the name Y/L/N.â
The restaurant Y/N found for Yoongiâs birthday was a jazzy hole-in-the-wall, the dining room filled with dim candle light. The place almost looked like a 20âs speakeasy, decked out with cushy red velvet booths, black tables, and old lamps scattered about. Y/N knew where Yoongiâs sight immediately went: the glossy grand piano beside the bar, where a gentleman in a suit was playing something slow and seductive. Still holding his hand, Y/N pulled Yoongi after the hostess, delighted with the intimate booth they ended up in, with a perfect view of the piano.Â
âThis is a lot nicer than The Black Lodge,â Yoongi said dryly, still glancing around curiously, his nose twitching. âWhat kind of food do they have?â
âItalian, baby. Weâre in the North End,â Y/N giggled, nudging his shin under the table and passing him a menu. Yoongi pouted at her teasing, immediately flipping the menu over to check the drink list. âAfter we eat, we can get some pastries to bring home!â
âYou better hide them from the wolf, heâll eat them all,â Yoongi warned, though Y/N had to admit, he was right.Â
âIâll just get extra,â Y/N shrugged, the waitress promptly coming by to take their drink orders. Yoongi picked out a red wine, so Y/N went ahead and ordered the bottle, which had him squirming in his seat uncomfortably. âYou donât like being spoiled, angel?â
âJust not used to it,â Yoongi shook his head, his ears flattening to his head in embarrassment. âBut⌠this is nice. Youâre pretty good at planning birthdays, arenât you, sweetheart?â
âI should turn the talent into a business,â Y/N smirked around the lip of her wine glass, the Pinot Noir coating her throat like velvet. âWhat are you thinking about getting to eat?â
âHmm⌠I feel like you canât go wrong with steak,â Yoongi fiddled with his earrings, scanning the menu thoughtfully.Â
âI think Iâm gonna get the ravioli,â Y/N announced, stomach already growling, Yoongiâs acute hearing picking it up and making him snort. âStop laughing!â
When the waiter returned, he mercifully brought bread and oil, which Y/N happily snacked on with her wine, enjoying both the music and alone time with Yoongi.Â
âHowâs the coaching gig?â
âI donât know yet. The season doesnât start until next week, all Iâve been doing is trying to figure out how to make practice plans. Iâm not even sure Iâm coach material.â
âOf course you are. Youâre the best player on your own team, and kids love you. Besides, you taught me how to play piano in just a few months, youâre a natural born teacher, Yoongi,â Y/N shot down his doubts immediately, Yoongi looking away from her, shy. âI mean it! Youâre patient, encouraging, and you keep me motivated. Youâll do really well.â
âYou trying to butter me up?â Yoongi scoffed, tracking his index finger around the rim of his wine glass, eyes narrowed playfully.Â
âIs it working?â Y/N shot back, leaning slightly across the table, getting a few inches closer to his face. âBesides. Itâs rewarding to make you proud.â
âIs that right?â Yoongi cocked his head, eyes dropping to Y/Nâs hand, where she was tracing the bracelet around his wrist delicately. âCareful, Y/N.â
âIâm not doing anything!â Y/N exclaimed innocently, withdrawing her touch and sitting back with a wink, sipping her wine again.Â
âSo, everything went well during your thing with the wolf and elk?â Yoongi changed the subject, a wicked gleam still in his eyes.Â
âSurprisingly, yes. I wish I could have filmed Jeongguk speaking in Latin for you. It was like watching an exorcism movie,â Y/N joked, Yoongi shaking his head in amusement. âThe family moved back in yesterday. Next week weâre going to meet with them and make sure the cleansing and banishment did its job.â
âWell, I think a âcongratulationsâ is due,â Yoongi refilled both of their wine glasses, Y/N giggling when they clinked them together.Â
The man who was playing the piano finished his song, the intimate restaurant breaking out in polite applause. Y/N specifically looked for a restaurant like that one, one where diners could get up and play if they desired. It seemed Yoongi was realizing what was going on, an elderly woman getting up from her booth and ambling towards the piano with her martini. Her and Yoongi snickered when the woman began to play âSinginâ in the Rainâ, vocalizing into the microphone a tad off-key.Â
Before Y/N could make a comment, their food arrived, which was a good thing since the wine was starting to make her feel flushed and ready to tackle her handsome date. The liquid courage was something she needed, though, as she began to anticipate the surprise she planned for Yoongi, sneaking a look at him while he was mid-bite of his steak. The meal passed by amicably, Yoongi letting her feed him a sliver of ravioli across the table, Y/N happy that she was able to treat Yoongi to a nice birthday dinner after three years of him likely not celebrating the day at all.Â
âEspresso?â The waiter returned to collect the plates once they were done, Y/N nodding, hoping to draw out the dinner just a little longer. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the old woman at the piano begin to get up from the bench, Y/N digging through her purse and standing, causing Yoongi to lift an eyebrow at her.Â
âBe right back,â Y/N breathed, setting off in the direction of the piano before her nerves could get the better of her, sheet music in one of her hands.Â
She could feel eyes on her as she approached the bench, clearing her throat and setting the music on the stand, thankful that the piano was similar to the one she had back at home. Clearing her throat, she scanned the restaurant once, finding Yoongi across the room, staring at her with utter confusion and anticipation. Smiling at him, she leaned towards the microphone.Â
âI hope youâre all having a nice evening,â Y/N began, trying not to cringe at the sound of her own voice. âI wanted to play a song I wrote tonight for someone special to me, on his birthday. This song is called âSoul Recognitionâ.â
With that, Y/N took a deep breath, easing into the first few measures. While at first, she expected to feel nervous and shaky, the mere reminder that Yoongi was watching her play had her relaxing and getting into the flow. Even though she was focused on the sheet music in front of her, she could feel Yoongiâs eyes on her from the other side of the roomâ that unspoken connection she had with him the very inspiration for the songâs title she had finally decided on.Â
Yoongi didnât even register the waiter returning with two small cups of espresso, completely spellbound watching Y/N play a song she composed for him. Completely taken off guard, unaware that his mouth was wide open, all other noise in the restaurant dimmed completely while he drowned in her melody. The song was sweet, yearning, gentle, Y/Nâs hands gliding over the keys smoothly, and the lights of the restaurant reflecting off of her shimmery dress and making her look like a star. Overcome with an intense feeling in his chest, not unlike the one he experienced earlier in the music room, Yoongi stopped breathing and the Earth stilled on its axis. Something clicked into place as he watched her, something both primal and cosmic, and all he could think about was making her his completely.Â
Yoongi didnât even hear the applause all around him when Y/N finished her piece, the ending joyful and full, all he could do was stumble out of the booth, smacking cash onto the table and urgently crossing the restaurant. Y/Nâs eyes went wide, bashful for some reason, meeting Yoongi in the middle. Before she could say anything, her face was in Yoongiâs hands, his lips crashing down on hers desperately, making her whimper in surprise. Y/N could taste something in his kiss, something different, important, and she was floating from it. Not caring about the people watching or the increase in applause at their spectacle, Y/Nâs eyes fluttered shut, kissing him back just as passionately.Â
Yoongi pulled away all too soon, his eyes glassy, and pulled Y/N into his side, happy purrs vibrating through his chest.Â
âDid you like it?â Y/N asked meekly, a little dazed from the kiss, letting him guide her out of the restaurant with haste. Stopping outside, next to a bakery with the smell of chocolate flooding out into the street, Y/N offered Yoongi the hand-written sheet music shyly.Â
âIt was beautiful,â Yoongiâs voice was thick, overwhelmed. âI loved it. Youâre perfect, baby.â
Yoongi cupped her face again, kissing her cheeks with reverence. Her insides igniting, she hummed with satisfaction, his approval and proud tone of voice making the weeks of striking out composition wise worth it.Â
âLetâs get those pastries before we go home. Youâre not leaving my sight tonight, though,â Yoongi warned her, grabbing a hold of her hand, dragging her to the entrance of the bakery. The way he warned her was full of dark promise, almost feral, Y/N deciding she couldnât care less about the pastries.Â
Y/N hardly had time to place the ginormous box of pastries on the kitchen island before Yoongi was hauling her away, making her squeal as he slung her over his shoulder. The house was mostly dark, but it sounded like a few of the hybrids were still watching movies, so the way the leopard hybrid was so brazenly carrying her up the stairs had her cheeks on fire.Â
âYoongi!â Y/N whisper-shouted, the hybrid grunting and pushing the door to his bedroom open, setting her down as soon as they were inside. âW-what are youâ the others!âÂ
Y/N watched Yoongi close and lock his door, distractedly pushing a towel under the threshold, as if that would do anything. A low, bone-chilling growl ripped through his throat at her mention of âthe othersâ Y/Nâs gut tightening at the sound.Â
âItâs still my birthday, youâre still going to spend the rest of it with me, right?â Yoongiâs voice dropped an octave, stalking towards her slowly, Y/N backing up until her knees hit the foot of his bed, staring up at him nervously. âWonât you?â
âYes, Yoongi,â Y/N whispered, entranced. With the sound of his name coming from her lips, Yoongi had that feeling again, one that was taking over him completely.Â
Cocking his head, his gaze dropped to the cardigan slipping over her shoulders, reaching up to push the material off of her, the garment falling to the floor. Shivering at the temperature of the room on her bare shoulders, Y/N swallowed thickly, waiting for him to make the first move. There hadnât been an instance where she had been intimate with Seokjin or Yoongi while the others were in earshot, and the idea of being listened to had adrenaline pulsing through her veins, shamefully.Â
âYoongi,â Y/N squirmed under his scrutiny, taking in every inch of her in the cocktail dress that left little to the imagination.Â
âYouâre gonna have to be quiet,â Yoongi sighed, as if the thought somewhat disappointed him, a fingertip sliding slowly up the side of her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath her skin. âThink you can do that?â
âAnything for you,â Y/N admitted without hesitation, watching his expression soften. Deciding to act on her own, Y/N leaned forward up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around Yoongiâs neck, giving a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. âLove you.â
Yoongi shuddered, cupping her hips, letting her kiss him gently, Y/N pouring all the love she had for him into the gesture. He returned it in kind, pulling her impossibly close, swiping his tongue along her lower lip heavily. Y/N was already failing at his request for her to be quiet, tiny mewls falling into Yoongiâs mouth, making him smirk against her. Winding her fingers in his hair, Y/N pressed her body even closer to him, feeling his chest rumble beneath her.Â
âLay down, baby,â Yoongi mumbled against her lips, lightly pushing on her hips, causing her knees to buckle and her to collapse backwards on his bed.Â
She watched, heat flashing over her skin, as Yoongi stared down at her, methodically unbuttoning his black dress shirt, the sight of his chest being revealed bit by bit drying up her mouth. Planting her feet on the bed, she brought her knees together, attempting to rub her thighs together for friction, Yoongiâs pupils dilated at the sight.Â
âEager?â Yoongi teased, pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders, licking his lips. He couldnât deny that he, himself, was nearly bursting at the seams.Â
âAlways,â Y/N looked up at him through her eyelashes, ready for him to pounce on her. âCome here.â
Grunting, unable to hold himself back, Yoongi was on top of her in a heartbeat, his lips crushing hers, Y/N arching upwards into his chest, tracing her hands all over his silky, feverish skin. Flicking her tongue against the roof of his mouth, Yoongi made a choked noise of pleasure, pressing his hips into hers.Â
âI love you, baby,â Yoongi murmured, tucking his face into her neck and sponging the sensitive flesh with kisses, Y/N writing beneath him. âLetâs get you out of this pretty dress, hmm?â
Yoongi sat back on his heels, Y/N sitting up slightly and putting her arms in the air, waiting for Yoongi to strip the fabric from her body. Mouth watering at the sight of the swollen petals of her lips and the glazed look in her eyes, her pounding heartbeat was music to Yoongiâs ears. Sliding his hands up her thighs, Yoongi got a hold of the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, Y/Nâs face on fire when she remembered she didnât wear a bra with her outfit. Yoongi, however, groaned thickly, pushing on her hips again, making her fall back against the pillows with a squeak.Â
Immediately, his mouth was on her chest, Y/N biting down on her fist when his lips wrapped around a nipple, whimpering as his sharpened canines scraped over the sensitive bud. Yoongi was usually a talker in the bedroom, but the mood was different that night, like he was trying to taste every inch of her. Gliding her free hand through his hair, Y/N made pathetic, small noises as he had his way with her chest.Â
âY-yoongi,â Y/N felt her lace underwear sticking to her center already, though truthfully, they had grown damp the moment he kissed her in the restaurant. Tongue passing over one of the ridges of her ribs, Yoongi hummed in response, enjoying being completely tangled up in her.Â
Gasping sharply, she felt Yoongi cup her through her panties, lips returning to her mouth, his tongue rolling against hers sensually. Swallowing the noises she was making, Yoongi growled at the wetness seeping through her panties, tracing a circle around her clothed clit. Y/N cried out, her embarrassment clear as day on her face when she realized the sound was anything but quiet, Yoongi lowly chuckling against her throat.
âQuiet, baby,â Yoongi reminded her, though he did absolutely nothing to encourage her to actually be quiet when he pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and dipped his fingers between her soaked folds. Hips bucking into his hand, Y/N looked at her leopard hybrid imploringly, eyebrows pulled together as he touched her.Â
âFuck,â Yoongi groaned, easily sliding a finger into her sopping cunt, Y/N clawing at his chest and leaving red scratches in her wake. âMissed this pussyâŚâ
Y/N couldnât hold back the mewls she was making, especially when he added a second digit to join the first, thumb pressing down sharply on her clit. Tears pricking the corners of her eyes, frustrated she couldnât be as vocal as she wanted to be, she bit down on Yoongiâs shoulder when he curled his fingers into her G-spot.Â
He worked her up slowly, the lewd sounds of her wetness slipping into his palm driving him absolutely crazy. Biting down on Yoongiâs shoulder didnât work for long as the coil in her abdomen began to tighten, a shuddering moan filling the bedroom, Yoongi hissing and withdrawing his fingers from her cunt, a dismayed whine falling from Y/Nâs lips. Before she could complain, Yoongi was pulling her panties off of her body, balling them up, and while her mouth was still open, Yoongi pushed the fabric into her mouth. Eyes bugging out of her head, Y/N was trembling beneath the leopard hybrid, who appeared quite smug that he managed to gag her.Â
âThere we go, huh?â Yoongi cooed, stroking through her folds again, Y/N yanking at the belt loops of his dress pants and unintelligibly groaning something. âWhatâs that? Wanna cum?â
Y/N nodded eagerly, Yoongiâs dark, condescending chuckle making her ears burn. Contrary to his question, he didnât slip his fingers back into her weeping cunt, instead he teasingly traced her entrance, Y/N throwing her head back in frustration. Yoongi was close to losing his own patience, hastily ridding himself of his pants, tossing them somewhere behind him.Â
Saliva soaking the fabric of her ruined panties, Y/N ached to take the gag out of her mouth, but Yoongi shot her a warning look, so she simply squirmed on the bed and nearly choked on the panties when he settled his hips against hers, rolling them. Yoongi nearly collapsed at the friction, and Y/N keened at the sensation of his bulge colliding against her tacky core, desperate for him to be inside her already.Â
âThatâs a good girl, behaving,â Yoongi mumbled into her ear, kissing just below it while a free hand squeezed at her breast. âDonât worry, Iâll take the gag out soon. Wanna hear you when you cum for me, baby.â
Feeling wetness gushing out of her in response to his filthy words, she tried to implore him to get on with it with her eyes. Rolling his hips against her again, the two of them writing together like desperate teenagers, Y/N ran her hands down Yoongiâs toned back, the leopard hybrid sharply biting down on her clavicle when her fingertips brushed the base of his tail, his hips stuttering.Â
âF-fuck, Y/N,â Yoongi whined, Y/N never hearing him sound so needy. Using her fingernails, she lightly scraped through the silky fur, Yoongi finally snapping.Â
Shucking his boxers off, Y/Nâs mouth filled with saliva as she watched his erection spring up from the material. Distractedly, Yoongi peeled her panties out of her mouth, Y/N gasping for air when he hooked one of her legs around his waist. Again, Yoongi kissed her, a flurry of tongue and teeth, needing to taste her, to consume her. Y/N could hardly keep up, holding him tightly around the neck, the coolness of his silver chain hitting her in the face as he lined himself up. Breath catching, she moaned into Yoongiâs plush lips as he pushed in, his teeth gritting at the tight fit.Â
âFuck, baby,â Yoongi panted, planting one of his palms beside her face for leverage, the walls of her cunt spasming around him as she got used to his size. âSo goodââ
âPlease, please,â Y/N whimpered, trying to keep her tone in check so he wouldnât gag her again. Yoongiâs ears fluttered at her sweet, ruined voice, the grip he had on her thigh hooked around his waist bruising. âBabyâŚâ
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Yoongi knew what she wanted without her having to vocalize it. Slowly, he rolled his hips, the drag of her walls around his cock intoxicating, both of them breathing heavily into each otherâs mouths. It was the look on her face that had Yoongi control dissolving into nothing, the look of complete and utter love, and with a snarl, he tucked his nose into her neck, snapping his hips more harshly into hers.Â
âBaby, my baby,â Yoongi moaned into her throat, tasting sweat on her skin. Wild, being driven crazy by the muffled cries she was trying to keep in check with a hand pressed over her lips, Yoongi found himself babbling and unleashing the emotions he was feeling the entire night. âI love you so much. My mate.â
Y/N gasped, and it had nothing to do with how his cock was hitting every sweet spot inside of her, it was his words. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Y/N kissed him, relishing in the feline purrs of elation he was making.Â
âM-mate?â Y/N managed breathlessly, arching into him when his pelvis brushed against her clit with each stroke, his lips in her hair.Â
âMm-hmm. Mate, youâre mine,â Yoongi mumbled deliriously, the pitch of her moans telling him she wasnât going to last much longer. âForever, baby.â
With a hand around her throat, Yoongi pinned her to the mattress, the speed of his thrusts picking up, a feral sort of possession beginning to take over him darkly. By then, he didnât care if the whole neighborhood heard what they were doing, focused solely on pleasuring his mate. With the weight of his palm on her throat and the way he angled the tip of his cock directly into her G-spot, Y/N was clenching around him unexpectedly, the strength of her orgasm taking the wind out of her.Â
âThatâs it, baby, cum for me, my sweet mate,â Yoongi lightly squeezed the sides of her throat, not far behind her, truthfully. âShit. Iâmââ
âYoongi,â Y/Nâs voice was broken, her skin covered in a thin coat of sweat, and when she leaned up to kiss him again, Yoongi was gone. Hips stilling, he came with a ruined moan, Y/N shivering at the sensation of his hot cum filling her, pressing shaky kisses to the side of his face as pleasure tore through him violently.Â
Collapsed on top of her and not entirely sure he could move, Yoongi tried to catch his breath as Y/N tenderly ran her fingers through his hair, her own chest heaving beneath him. The feeling he had earlier in the day, the unfurling of something from inside, he realized what it was the second she finished playing the song she wrote from her. Y/N was his mate, and he admittedly should have figured that out sooner, but the realization had all the stars in his sky lining up. There had never been a time where Yoongi felt closer to his animalistic side rather than human, which he used to be afraid of showing to Y/N. But there she was, accepting of him with wide open arms and unconditional acceptance. His mate could be no one but her.Â
âAm I really⌠your mate?â Y/N asked hesitantly, after several minutes of enjoying post-coital bliss. She didnât really care that Yoongiâs heavy body was crushing her, simply letting him hide away from the world in the crook of her neck, here he was still mouthing away at the skin. Pausing, Yoongi pulled away slightly, worry creasing his brow.Â
âDoes that bother you?â Yoongi asked carefully, Y/N blanching and immediately shaking her head.Â
âAbsolutely not, why would it? I adore you, Yoongi,â Y/N insisted, brushing sweaty hair out of his face. Relaxing again, Yoongi purred, nudging the tip of her nose with his.Â
ââM tired,â Yoongi mumbled, Y/N wincing when he pulled out of her, blindly reaching for a towel on the floor to mop up the mess between her legs. âYouâre gonna stay with me, right?â
âIs that another birthday wish, angel?â Y/N teased, Yoongi grumbling and rolling off of her, gathered the crumpled quilt at the foot of his bed and pulled it up over the two of them, effectively keeping Y/N there. âToo tired to quip back?â
âSmart mouth,â Yoongi offered, opening up his arms and looking at her through lidded eyes. âLemme hold you.â
Snickering, Y/N wiggled closer to her leopard hybrid, resting her cheek on his chest, pouting at the red lines she left on his skin. Tracing them softly, she pressed a kiss to one of the marks, Yoongiâs arms snaking around her middle.Â
âThank you for writing me a song,â Yoongi broke the silence, holding her tight.Â
âThank you for writing me one. Itâs about time you had one too,â Y/N replied, Yoongiâs chest shaking with quiet laughter at the response. Yawning, she felt sated, lax in his arms, and while she was in for an interesting morning encountering the others, it was one of the furthest things from her mind. âLove you.â
Yoongi didnât respond with words, instead, he kissed the top of her head, drawing patterns over her waist until her breathing evened out, making sure she was asleep before he allowed himself to drift off into a dreamless sleep.Â
Sunday was the day of the week Y/N had laundry duty, and she was knee-deep in dirty socks. Thankfully, she had a helper with her, even if the rest of her housemates accused him of somehow helping Y/N âcheatâ at laundry duty. Grimacing at a particularly dirty pair of socks, she tossed them into the wash, Seokjin helpfully tossing scented laundry beads into the machine with a smile.Â
âDid you finish your book for tomorrowâs meeting, honey?â Y/N asked him, Seokjin wrinkling his nose at one of Jiminâs muddy socks.Â
âYeah, it was a pretty quick read this week,â Seokjin replied, a cute grin on his face when Y/N shut the washerâs lid, leaning against it leisurely. âThis week isnât going to be as busy for you, is it?â
âNo, thankfully. Last week was nuts,â Y/N sighed, placing the detergent back on the shelf. âI told you I switched around my work days, right? Iâm going to do Tuesdays-Thursdays, not including the odd consultation here and there.â
âI remember you telling me, yes,â Seokjin tickled her sides, wanting to see her smile. âFour day weekends, thatâll be nice!â
Squeaking, she felt Seokjin unexpectedly pick her up by her hips, spinning her around and setting her on top of the dryer. Now eye-level with him, Y/N blushed, straightening out the collar of his loose tee-shirt.Â
âIt will be. More time to spend with you,â Y/N agreed. More time for her to spend with all of them. Seokjin handed her a pair of jeans to foldâ Yoongiâs, by the look of them, making Y/N pause and think about her leopard hybrid again.Â
Ever since Yoongi called her his mate, there was little else she thought about. Not only that, but it had her thinking about ruts again; when Yoongi would have his, she would be the one he would spend it with. Going stiff, she halted her folding, Seokjin raising an eyebrow at her while he placed a folded graphic tee of Jeonggukâs on the shelf.Â
âSomething on your mind, pretty girl?â Seokjinâs tail wound around his leg curiously, Y/N jolted out of her thoughts. Seokjin, out of all of her hybrids, was one of the easiest to confide in. Recalling her phone conversation with Ben, she decided to ask her burning questions after all.Â
âYeah, actually. Can I ask you a couple of things? About hybrids,â Y/N twitched on top of the dryer, all of Seokjinâs attention on her at once. He nodded straight away, predictably.Â
âUm, how do I put thisâŚâ Y/N started, embarrassed. âYou know what? Screw it. I wanted to ask about ruts. Is there a specific, um, I donât know. Procedure to go through? Like if one of you wants a partner to help you through it, who do I contact?â
Seokjinâs neck colored bright red, apparently not expecting questions like that. An array of reactions played across his handsome face: bashfulness, disbelief, and pure shock.Â
âIâ I donât know about the others, pretty, but when mine happens, I,â he swallowed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. âWell, Iâd hope that you would be the one to help me through it. I wouldnât want anybody else.â
Taking a second to process that, Y/N grew hot, Seokjin uttering the last part of his response as if the idea of spending his rut with anyone else was completely repulsive.Â
âYou wouldnât?â Y/N clarified stupidly, Seokjin making a feline noise of annoyance.Â
âOf course not. Youâre the only one for me, pretty,â Seokjin drove home, squeezing her knee. âAs for the others⌠Well, when their times come, Iâm sure if they need something, theyâll tell you. Mmm?â
âSo⌠how do you know when it will happen?âÂ
âHonestly, the instinct, or ruts in general I should say, usually donât kick in full-force for us until we meet someone we feel strongly about romantically. Prior to that, itâs usually just a week or so of secluded âdowntimeâ, if you will. Mine has never been strong enough to need a partner, but I suspect that will change now that Iâm with youâŚâ Seokjin explained, Y/N hanging off every word.
âBecause of me?â
âWell, yes,â Seokjin pinched her cheek. âOf course.â
âOkay. That answers my questions at the moment,â Y/N mumbled, skin still on fire.Â
Seokjin snorted, recovering smoothly from the bombshell she dropped on him, stepping forward to kiss the tip of her nose. Eyes fluttering shut, she soaked in his clean scent, appreciating the way he never teased her about matters surrounding her lack of knowledge on hybrids.
âAlright, letâs finish up in here. Iâm gonna teach you how to make sourdough today, remember, pretty girl?â Seokjin pushed another pair of jeans into her lap, winking.Â
The woman standing in front of her, Namjoon, and Jeongguk seemed like an entirely different one from the one in their memories. Ms. Sandersâ Erikaâ no longer had purplish circles under her eyes, her posture wasnât shrunken, and she flung the front door to her house open with confidence. Stunned, her and her two hybrids lingered on the concrete porch, the woman eagerly gesturing them inside.Â
âOh my goodness. I donât know what to say. The house is like a completely different home,â Erika rushed out, Y/N breathing in the crisp, fresh air in the living room with deep satisfaction. âI cannot thank you three enough. Whatever you did worked completely.â
âSo, everything has been going well since last Wednesday when you moved back in?â Y/N sought to confirm, sitting beside Jeongguk on the couch and accepting a mug of tea from the young mother gratefully.Â
âTommyâs nightmares stopped. Julieâs coming out of her shell again. I havenât seen a single shadow, or heard any knocking on the walls. I canât believe it,â Erika gushed, glancing at the three of them like they were her saviors. Jeongguk, beside her, fidgeted in his seat in reaction to the attention, while Namjoon stood off to the side, sipping his mug of tea with pink ears.Â
âIâm so happy to hear that. I brought you a few things, just to give you an added layer of protection. I made these amulets for you and the children to wear when leaving the house, and Jeongguk has added some incense from the church to this bag for you to burn as well,â Y/N handed the mother a gift bag, which she accepted gratefully.Â
Jeongguk explained how and when to use the incense, and Namjoon answered a few questions about the investigation, but after the tea was finished, Y/N and her hybrids took that as their cue to leave. Erika was in the middle of giving Y/N a very tight hug when the sound of footsteps came bounding down the stairs, making the three of them pause by the door. Tommy appeared in front of them, looking well-rested and healthy, holding onto his toy robot and staring up at Namjoon with complete awe. Y/N watched, stunned, as Tommy threw his arms around Namjoon, pressing his cheek into the wolf hybridâs stomach, Jeonggukâs smoky chuckle filling the room as Namjoon went statue-still, hesitantly patting the young boyâs back.Â
âOh, I mentioned he loves wolves, didnât I?â Erika clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes misty but expression joyful.Â
Y/Nâs eye caught the top of the stairs, where Julie was leaning against the banister. The teenager nodded, just once, at her and Jeongguk, her subtle thank-you to them. Once Tommy managed to peel himself from Namjoon, the three of them were leaving the Sandersâ home for the final time, the small family waving at them from the living room window as they pulled away in the van.Â
âOw. Shit,â Jeongguk hissed from the backseat, Y/N flinching at the sound of his strained voice and promptly flying from her seat beside Namjoon to see what was wrong with the elk hybrid.Â
To her horror, there was blood leaking from his hairline into his face, and he was poking around the base of his antlers again. Or antler, she realized, as one of them had fallen from his head and clattered to the floor, blood staining the vanâs carpet.
âOh my god! What happened?!â Y/N rushed over to him, cupping his face frantically. âDid you bump into something? What am I gonna do?â
Jeongguk grabbed her wrist, grimacing.Â
âIâm fine, kiddo. Remember when I shed my velvet? I shed the antlers in the spring. Theyâll grow back. It just hurts like a bitch when they fall out,â Patting her wrist, Jeongguk winced when the second antler fell to the floor, more blood spilling onto his forehead. âYou can let go, Iâm not dying.â
Reeling, the spots where his antlers once were gory and painful looking. As per his request, she released his face, staring at the antlers on the ground. Bending, she picked them up, Jeongguk clicking his tongue at her while he dabbed his face with a tissue.Â
âJust chuck those out the window,â he muttered indifferently, Y/N scowling at him.Â
âAbsolutely not. What if I wanna keep them? Theyâre pretty!â Jeongguk stared at her like she grew a second head.Â
âWhat, are you gonna make a lamp out of them or something?â
âNo, you jerk. I donât know, maybe Iâll put them on my altar,â Y/N held the antlers away from him, worried heâd try to take them out of her grasp. âYou donât look nearly as threatening without them, by the way.â
Indeed, now the only thing on the top of Jeonggukâs head were his tapered chestnut-colored ears, which were twitching cutely at the sound of her voice. She wondered when his antlers grew back, if heâd look like Bambi, his doe eyes and all.Â
âFine. Do whatever you want with them,â Jeongguk held his hands up, but there was faint color on his high cheekbones.Â
âI will,â Y/N stuck her tongue out at him, marching back to the passenger seat. Namjoon glanced at the antlers in her lap with minor interest, amusement clear as day on his face. âWanna get hot pot again before we go home?â Namjoon ended up really liking the restaurant, and she felt like having a celebratory lunch.Â
âWith me looking like this? Are you serious?â Jeongguk was incredulous, gesturing to the blood caked in his hair through the rearview mirror.
âWhy not? Fits your goth agenda,â Y/N teased, Namjoon absolutely losing it beside her, eyes scrunching up into crescent moons.Â
âGoth agenda? Are you trying to push your luck today?â
âYes,â Y/N sang, noting that Namjoon was already driving in the direction of the restaurant. âAnd Iâll continue to.â
Yoongi wiped the sleep from his eyes, blindly stumbling towards the music room before he went downstairs for his coffee. He was in the middle of composing something new to teach Y/N, and wanted to retrieve his book of blank sheet music to work on over breakfast. Truly still waking up, he didnât notice that Taehyung was in the room until he caught a whiff of the Kodiak hybridâs scent. Pausing at the threshold of the door, Yoongi was surprised Taehyung didnât flee the room as soon as Yoongi walked in. The Kodiak hybrid appeared deep in thought, the record he was playing on the turntable scratching uselessly on the label, like he had already listened through that side already.Â
âUh⌠hey,â Yoongi greeted him, noticing the tired look on the other hybridâs face. Not expecting a response, since Taehyung pretty much avoided him since finding out about him and Y/N, Yoongi shrugged, heading to the piano to scoop up what he needed.Â
âHowâs Y/N lately?â Taehyung startled Yoongi by speaking gruffly, the leopard hybrid not understanding where he was going with that question.Â
âWhy donât you ask her yourself? You live under the same roof,â Yoongi raised his eyebrows, Taehyung snorting sardonically.Â
âI donât think she wants to talk to me,â Taehyung pushed a hand through his dark curls, Yoongi rolling his eyes. Yoongi was fed up with the Kodiak hybridâs behavior, how it was affecting Y/N, and how oblivious the kid was in general.
âAnd why do you think that is? You avoid her like the plague. Sheâs just giving you the space youâre practically begging for,â Yoongi crossed his arms across his chest, tail curling around him agitatedly.Â
âI justâ I donât know. Iâve been trying to keep myself busy, I met someone, but sheâsâŚâ Yoongi let the wheels begin to turn in Taehyungâs head, trying not to be impatient. âSheâsââ
âSheâs not Y/N,â Yoongi finished bluntly, not sufficiently caffeinated enough for that conversation. Taehyung flinched like he was electrocuted, looking at Yoongi with alarm.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Taehyung accused, heart racing.Â
âWhat do you mean, Taehyung?â Yoongi threw his hands up, exasperated. âAvoiding her, trying to distract yourself with someone else. You need to just admit it to yourself, or youâre gonna develop an ulcer.â
âAdmit what?â Taehyung spat, aggravated, standing and sizing up the leopard hybrid.Â
âThat youâre in love with her, dumbass.â
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Abundance (XIX)
â summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along â but all want to stay with you. Yeah, it turns out crazy is an understatement.
â pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader â genre: fluff, angst, smut â warnings/content: explicit sexual content! handjob (lol), mild sub!tae vibes â word count: 8.3k Part: I / II / III / IV / V / VI / VII / VIII / IX / X / XI / Find more chapters here!
Early access to chapter 20 and 21 can be found in the authorâs note at the end!
You squirm, grumbling in your sleep, as a hot puff of air hits your throat. Twisting your head to the side does little to deter the ticklish sensation, something soft brushing along the slope of your neck.
The comfortable weight resting over your hips wonât allow you to flip over on your side to escape, but youâre too warm and cosy to bother opening your eyes to find out whoâs keeping you trapped.
Youâre being scented gently, almost timidly, and it slowly begins to lull you back to sleep.
The tender motion of someone nosing at your throat and nuzzling against your skin in the morning has become familiar to you by now, as itâs a certain bunny hybridâs favourite way of waking you up.
The weight on your middle shifts, and you reach blindly for long soft ears as you mutter out a slurred, "-Jeongguk?"Â
You get a short, petulant whine in response, a set of sharp canines nipping at your throat.Â
"Iâm not a bunny."Â
The bite isnât hard enough to break skin but it startles you all the same, any chance of falling back asleep washed away as you blearily open your eyes. You blink once, twice, as the halo of deep orange blocking your vision begins to shift into focus.
Taehyungâs messy hair is falling into his face from where heâs perched over your hips, his hands resting besides your shoulders, caging you in. He peers down at you with dark, unreadable eyes, fox ears flattened to his head.Â
"Tae?" You murmur, drowsy and confused.
You stifle a yawn behind your hand, tiredly rubbing your eyes. It feels like youâve awoken from a long coma, your body heavy with exhaustion.
The last week has been intense to say the least, all the work you missed by helping Seokjin and Jeongguk with their ruts practically being shoved down your throat the moment you stepped back inside your office.Â
Youâve been pulling sixteen hour days for a week to catch up, only coming home to sleep and wash up before hurrying back to the firm. Itâs been miserable and youâve missed the boys terribly, but the hard work has thankfully paid off. All of your less important cases have been dealt with and now you have the entire weekend off to spend time with them.Â
Taehyung's face twists at the sound of his name. His voice is meek, little more than a whimper, as he asks, "Are you disappointed that itâs me? If youâd rather have Jeongguk here, I can go get him."
The look Taehyung gives you makes your heart ache something fierce, the little distance between the two of you suddenly feeling much too far.Â
"What? No, Taehyung, of course not!" You scramble to push yourself up on your elbows, shocked that he would ever think so.
You reach up to gently cup his face in your hand, smoothing your thumb across his cheek as you try to catch his gaze. Taehyung leans into your touch, a sad pout pulling on his lips as he noses against your wrist, breathing in your scent.
His eyes flicker up to meet yours before he looks away, his shoulders hunching with hesitation as he quietly asks, "Show me?"
It hits you then, just how inattentive youâve been to the other boys after Seokjin and Jeonggukâs rut passed. You were intimate with one pack and then practically disappeared for a week. Itâs no wonder Taehyung feels insecure, you havenât been able to reassure him or his instincts that you want him just as much as the rest.
The realization feels like a punch to the gut.
You shouldâve seeked him out sooner to make sure he was okay, to make sure he felt wanted, especially when the incident with Jeongguk and the weasel hybrids is still such a fresh wound.
"Oh, Tae," You let out a quiet breath, covering the guilt simmering under your skin with a tender smile. "Iâll show you as many times as you need me to."
You slowly guide his face towards your own, your fingers following the curve of his jaw until you have your thumb pressed against the mole on his lower lip.
Taehyung's ears do a curious twitch as you gently pull on the flesh, parting his mouth to make room for your own. His breath hitches as you lean in, a sweet little eager sound leaving his lips as you press a chaste peck against them.Â
Taehyungâs eyes flutter closed as you kiss him again, his cheeks flushing pink as you murmur a soft handsome into his skin. The fox hybridâs tail swishes happily back and forth behind his back as you pepper light kisses everywhere you can reach, from his jaw to the tip of his nose.
Taehyung chases after your mouth when you draw back, capturing it in another kiss. He immediately tries to deepen it, tongue brushing against your lips in hopes that youâll let him in. You willingly part them, licking into his mouth as the fox hybrid melts against your body, his stomach vibrating with low content purrs.Â
You curl one hand around Taehyungâs neck, cupping the back of his head as the other settles on his shoulder, pulling him closer.
Taehyung lets out a soft moan as you kiss him with a little more intent, more passion, too distracted by your lips to notice how your eyes flutter open. He doesnât seem to mind that you awkwardly throw a leg over his back, the duvet impeding your full range of motion.
The wet smack of your lips disconnecting as you pull back makes the simmering heat in your belly flare up. Taehyungâs eyebrows furrow as he loses your touch, his rosy lips puckering subconsciously as he blindly seeks you out.
You can hear the telltale signs of a whine building in his throat but before he can get too upset, you tighten your hold around his body, using the leg you have over his hip as leverage to flip him over.
Taehyung stares up at you with big eyes as he finds himself pressed against the bed. His orange hair is splayed around him on your pillow, looking messy and wild after your wandering hands.
The pure surprise on his face makes you giggle.
You peck his cheek, pulling back just in time as your hands settle on his waist, fingertips lightly tickling his sides. Taehyung jerks forward, a burst of laughter leaving his mouth as his brain catches up with what your unrelenting hands are doing.
"Y/n, ahâ!" He wheezes, squirming on the bed as he tries to escape from the light touches fluttering all over his torso. A mischievous grin settles on your mouth as you realize the leg around Taehyungâs waist is keeping him trapped, the fox hybrid having no other option but to endure your tickling.
Taehyungâs bright laughter fills your bedroom, the infectious sound making you join in as you watch him attempt to shimmy away from your wiggling fingers.
He squeaks as you find a particularly sensitive spot on his stomach, his tail whipping wildly against the bed. The array of snorts and cackles that Taehyung lets out is like music to your ears, the insecure and vulnerable look in his eye nowhere to be found as they scrunch up with laughter.Â
Thereâs a new glow to the fox hybridâs golden skin when he manages to capture one of your hands, trapping it against his chest. He flashes you a bright grin as you futilely try to yank it back, using the moment to catch his breath after your intense onslaught.
You pout, zeroing in on his exposed neck. As you shift your weight, ready to lean forward in hopes that tickling his neck will free your trapped fingers â Taehyung seems to read your mind. Something wild flickers in his gaze before he surges up, the sudden burst of energy throwing you off balance. In a flash, you find yourself back where you started, Taehyung once again hovering over you.Â
Your attempts to wrestle him back down are useless, his limbs rooted in place even as you try with all of your might to flip him back over. Your struggling does little but get rid of the duvet, the thick blanket kicked aside as you squirm and huff under Taehyungâs body. His bare legs are flush against yours, warm, as the heat from his skin seeps into yours.Â
"Tae," You whine, finally flopping down with an exhausted sigh as you realize you have no chance of overpowering him.Â
"What?" Taehyung tilts his head, blinking down at you with faux innocence. His ears are standing straight with attention, twitching with every little sound you release.Â
You give him an unimpressed look, eyeing how his tail lazily swishes behind his back in victory.Â
Taehyung snickers, his expression melting into something a bit more smug â pleased, as he takes in your ruffled appearance. "Youâre the one that wanted to play. Itâs not my fault youâre a sore loser."Â
You roll your eyes, suppressing the smile tugging at your lips.
"Well ⌠Youâre too strong! Frankly, itâs a littleâ" You raise your hips up in an attempt to flip him again, your brain stuttering as the movement causes you to bump against something hard, "âunfair?" Â
Taehyung lets out a soft moan at the contact, eyelashes fluttering as he ducks his head.Â
"Are youâŚ?" You trail off. Your cheeks grow warm at Taehyungâs weak nod.Â
"Itâs my instincts," He admits in a low whine, arms flexing as he digs his fingers into the mattress. "I canât help it. You were acting like prey, uh, squirming around like that. "Â
You hum under your breath, taking a moment to collect your thoughts as you rub your hands up Taehyungâs arms, feeling his muscles strain under your touch.
You have to admit that Taehyung getting turned on by your little wrestling match is, well, hot. Thereâs absolutely nothing wrong with him being affected by his instincts but the fox hybrid seems to think otherwise, his ears pulled back in shame.Â
You simply refuse to allow him to think so lowly of himself.
"Can I touch you?" You ask. You slowly drag your hands up from Taehyung's arms to his chest, resting your palm above the harsh thud of his heart.
"Do you really want to?" Taehyungâs dark eyes shine with uncertainty as they meet yours.Â
"Yes."
You keep your gaze locked on his, making sure your intent is clear as you raise your hips just enough to brush against his hard cock.
Taehyungâs arms wobble at the contact. A low keen leaves his mouth as his hips jerk automatically, chasing your body for more friction.Â
Your circle one arm around his back, pushing between his shoulder blades to bring him closer. Taehyung scrambles to comply, making room for himself between your legs as you pull him into another kiss. He moans as your hand trails from his chest to his stomach, the light scrape of your nails making him shiver.Â
The short second you pause as you reach the waistband of Taehyungâs shorts has him breaking away from the kiss, panting against your mouth as he whines out a desperate please.Â
You steal a peek at his face, just to make sure heâs still okay as your hand slides under the elastic and the sight that greets you almost knocks the breath out of your chest.
Taehyung looks wrecked. His skin is flushed, burning hot, eyes glossy with want as he rasps out another plea for you to do more.Â
His mouth falls open as you lightly rub the head of his leaking cock, hips buckling as you reach down to grasp him properly. The cramped angle is a little awkward but Taehyung doesnât seem to mind it, whines and moans filling the air between you as you pump his length.
The slide of your hand is loud, lewd, in the otherwise quiet room. You thumb at his leaking tip with every upstroke, collecting the steady dribbles of precome in your hand to make the glide easier.
Taehyung moves against your fist, whimpering, as your slick palm forms a hot and wet hole for him to thrust into.Â
"S-so good, fuck," Taehyung growls as you tighten your hand, squeezing around his throbbing cock. He dives down to recapture your mouth, the kiss sloppy and hungry as he nibbles at your lips.Â
Youâre hot and flustered, dizzy almost, from having Taehyung so close. You canât see his cock but you can feel it â how sensitive it is, how well it responds to every little thing you do. You swallow thickly at the steady stream of whimpers leaving Taehyungâs mouth, the fox hybrid following your lead so well it drives you a little crazy. Â
When you stroke faster, Taehyung snaps his hips quicker. When you tighten your hold to massage the base of his cock, he slows down, whimpering but complying. Heâs just so eager to please.
It makes your mind stray places it shouldnât, heat pooling in your belly as you wonder just how obedient he can be for you. Lost in thought, your grip grows a little slack, and the steady pressure around Taehyungâs frantic thrusts disappears with it.Â
The fox hybridâs body stutters, a distressed chirp leaving his lips as he mouths over your cheek.
"Y-n, please, pleaseâ"Â
"Sorry, Tae, I got you," You whisper.
You slide the hand on his shoulder to the nape of his neck, burying your fingers into the soft orange locks there. You tug lightly at his hair, increasing the speed and pressure around his cock.
Taehyungâs stomach tenses with every brush of your knuckles against his skin, his release so so close.Â
Taehyung nudges your head back, biting into the delicate skin on your throat with more force than normal. He soothes it immediately with his tongue, the wet drag leaving a delicious sting behind.Â
"Youâre doing so well for me, Tae," You breathe, choking on a moan as he repeats the action with even more fervour. You can see his tail swishing madly behind his back, high keens filling the back of his throat with every stroke of your slicked fist.
Taehyung is trembling, his whole body taut as he strains to keep up with your hand.
You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, confused, as another flurry of choked pleads suddenly falls from his mouth. Thereâs nothing stopping him from coming, and yet heâs holding back â waiting â for something.Â
Taking a leap of faith, you use the grip on his hair to angle his head up, bringing his ear close to your mouth. You press a sweet kiss to his earlobe, tightening your fist around his cock before you murmur out a quiet, "Good boy."Â
Taehyungâs head snaps back with a gravelly, desperate moan as his body tips over the edge. His hips stutter as he grinds into your palm, shuddering as ropes of come spill from his cock.Â
You relax your grip, gently stroking him through his release as another spurt drips past your fist, pooling on your stomach. The sensation makes your core throb.
You tamp down the urge to grind against the leg Taehyung has pressed against you, forcing your gaze to wander from his blissed out expression to the dull colour of your wall instead. This was about making Taehyung feel good, wanted â your own needs can wait.Â
Taehyungâs head lolls back down as you release his cock, lightly trailing your fingertips along his shaft one last time before you let your hand fall away. His breaths are heavy, chest heaving as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm.Â
You tuck Taehyung's face back into your neck, smoothing your fingers through his hair and scratching at the base of his ears as you wait for his breathing to slow down. He nuzzles into your skin, happy rumbles trickling from his chest as he noses against the marks he left there.Â
"How do you feel?" You hum.Â
"âm feeling good," Taehyung mumbles against your throat, his bushy tail giving a few lazy flicks against your leg.Â
Your smile quickly morphs into a grimace as you shift a little to your side, noticing how the wetness on your stomach has started to cool. You gently nudge at Taehyungâs waist, pressing a peck to the side of his head as you say, "Let me clean us up a little."Â
Taehyung lets out a small whine in protest, but another nudge has him tipping sideways, rolling on to his side. You reach out for the tissues on your bedside table while Taehyung curls an arm over your chest, pulling himself flush against your body.Â
Making quick work of the sticky substance on your skin, you turn to Taehyung, gently cleaning him up as best you can while he happily scents your shoulder.Â
You bunch the tissues up, throwing them in what you hope was the thud of your trash bin.
Turning back to the fox hybrid plastered against your side, you bring a hand up to frame his face, kissing him softly. Taehyung melts pliantly into it, letting you keep the rhythm unhurried and tender as you both wind down.Â
A few minutes pass of Taehyung being putty under your lips before he suddenly jerks back, eyes big as his ear twitches in the direction of your door.Â
He listens to the footsteps coming up the stairs, a sheepish smile blooming on his red-bitten lips as he confesses, "I was supposed to come and wake you up for breakfast."Â
You snort, shaking your head as Taehyung grabs your hands to haul you up.Â
"You can blame it on me," You grin, smoothing out Taehyungâs sleepwear to the best of your abilities. You both really need to get cleaned up and changed before you see the rest of the boys for breakfast.Â
Taehyung leans closer, his dark eyes sparkling with sincerity as he murmurs, "Thank you, Y/n."Â
"Always," You smile.
Taehyung surges forward to plant a wet smack against your cheek, giggling at the startled sound you make as he scoots off the bed. He hurries to the door, throwing a bright grin your way and a rushed "hurry downstairs!" before the door clicks shut behind him.Â
You throw a fond look at the closed door as you get out of bed, happy that you accomplished your goal. You know it'll take more to make sure Taehyung feels confident in your relationship, but you hope itâs a start on the path to make him feel secure and loved.Â
Letting out a small sigh, you grab a change of clothes from your dresser. You have a lot to make up for, with both him and the rest of the guys.
You shuffle across the room, twisting the door open as you bend your neck, satisfying little pops cracking in your ears as you try to loosen up the tightness there. Your head is nearly touching your shoulder when you find yourself face to face with Yoongi, the cat hybrid tilting his own accordingly until he meets your eyes.
"What are you doing?" Yoongi raises his eyebrows, amused.Â
You straighten your neck, rolling your shoulder back as you ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks.
"Stretching," You pout.Â
"Why? Are you tense?" Yoongi steps closer, curling a slender hand behind your neck. He frowns as he gently digs his fingertips into your muscles, eyeing your expression as he skillfully massages the sore area.
You feel your eyes flutter as he reaches a particularly sore spot.
Maybe you strained your neck a little too much with Taehyung, but how could you not devour those pretty pink lips when they were right in front of you?Â
"Ah," Yoongi muses, tilting your head, "I guess this is why."Â
You suck in a breath as he presses his thumb against one of the fresh marks on your throat.
Yoongi lets out a displeased rumble as he studies the faint bruising blooming on your skin, tail flicking with annoyance behind his back. The grip around your neck tightens just a smidge, just enough to lock you in place as he leans in.
Yoongi regards you with narrowed eyes, pupils pulled into thin slits as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. It almost makes you feel like a scruffed kitten, like he caught you doing something naughty.
"I wanted to see what was taking the fox so long, butâ" Yoongiâs nostrils flare as he sniffs around your neck, a low hiss sounding under his breath as he moves lower, a particularly potent smell lingering near your stomach.
"Mystery solved, I suppose."Â
Yoongiâs lip curls as he draws back, ears falling flat against his head. He looks miffed at the discovery of what you and Taehyung were up to, but you can tell thatâs not all there is to it. Thereâs a layer of hurt there too, a hint of sadness in the heavy breath he lets out.Â
You twist a hand into the soft knit Yoongiâs wearing, tugging at it.
Yoongiâs tail swishes at the contact, his mouth forming a soft pout. The fingers on the back of your neck twitch, like he isnât sure he should keep holding on to you or not.
"Talk to me?" You ask softly, dragging him a step closer.
Yoongi grumbles something under his breath, his posture slumping as he instinctively leans towards your warmth.Â
"What?" You whisper.
Yoongi looks away, words a little jumbled as he mumbles, "I missed you."Â
"Yoongi..." You breathe, reaching out to cradle his face.
You really didnât expect to have your heart crushed twice in one morning.
You pull him into a gentle kiss, smiling against Yoongiâs lips as he holds you still, the steady grip on your neck not letting you move an inch. Itâs slow and sweet, the way he parts your lips, slotting them perfectly against his own.Â
You let your hand explore the strong curve of his jaw, the softness of his pale cheeks, everything you didnât have time to map out the first time you kissed.
When you eventually have to lean back to breathe, you ghost your lips over Yoongiâs, hoping he can feel the sincerity in your words as you say, "I missed you too, I really did."
"Iâm sorry I havenât been around much this week. Work has been rough, but I shouldnât have let that come in the way of us spending time together. I canât promise Iâll be perfect right away, but I am going to try my best to balance everything a little better."Â
"Y/n," Yoongi shakes his head with a small sigh, "Youâre doing good."Â
He presses a quick peck to your lips, levelling you with a look as your mouth purses in silent protest.Â
"Youâre working hard to house and feed us, and yeah, sure, it sucks that you canât be at home as much as weâd like, but we understand. No one else has ever put as much effort as you are into making sure weâre happy and comfortable, so donât worry too much about us, okay? Just, focus on yourself first. Thatâs all we ask."Â
You melt into Yoongiâs embrace as he wraps his arms around you, muttering out a wobbly okay.
He holds you securely against his chest, tucking his nose into your hair to breathe in your calming scent. Yoongi never thought he would experience a scent that soothes him as much as Jiminâs, that smells like home â but yours do. The thought alone is enough to calm down the jittery edge thatâs been clinging to his instincts for the past week, low purrs rumbling in his chest.
You rub your face into Yoongiâs sweater, discreetly trying to wipe away the tears prickling in your eyes. You will do better, youâre going to stand by your promise â but still, itâs comforting to hear that they donât hate you for spending so much time away from home recently.
"You feeling okay?" Yoongi slowly releases his hold, stepping back to look you in the eye.Â
"Iâm fine," You murmur, clearing your throat of the thickness lingering there.
Yoongi hums, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.Â
"Go get ready then, Iâm sure the others are dying to see you."Â
"Y/n, where should I put this?"
You glance up, squinting against the sun to make out Namjoonâs outline through the rays of light.
"Anywhere will do, Joon. Thanks for grabbing it for me," You nod in the direction of the other garden tools, brushing the dirt off your hands as you flash him a grateful smile.Â
"My pleasure," Namjoon grins, tail swinging happily behind his back.Â
You watch as he turns, blocking the light momentarily as he hefts the bag of soil more securely over his shoulder, biceps straining under the black t-shirt heâs wearing. Judging by how buff Namjoon looks, it seems that the workouts theyâve been trying to rope you into doing with them have been paying off, the sight of a particularly prominent vein in his arm causing your mouth to run dry.Â
You swallow thickly as the wolf hybrid places the bag on the ground with a soft grunt, the flowers in front of you long forgotten.
"Be careful, Y/n-ie, otherwise youâll catch flies."Â
Blinking, you quickly avert your gaze from Namjoonâs bulging muscles, whipping around to stare at Hoseok.Â
"W-what?"Â
The dog hybrid gives you a knowing look from where heâs kneeling on the ground next to you. Thereâs a teasing smirk adorning his lips, his golden tail wagging with newfound interest.
"Shut up," You murmur, nudging his shoulder with your own. You fumble for the handheld shovel on the ground as Namjoon walks over, flustered that Hoseok caught you ogling his pack alpha.Â
The wolf hybrid plops down on your other side, ears perked as Hoseok lets out a low snort.
"Whatâs up?"Â
You pointedly do not look at the sculpted, tanned arm that reaches out for the hand rake in front of you, throwing Hoseok a narrowed gaze as he cheerfully says, "Nothing much. Y/n was just really enjoying the view."Â
Namjoon makes a confused sound, the empty flower bed youâre sitting in front of not offering much besides the large bay windows looking into the living room. He tilts his head back, watching the sparse fluffy clouds drift by, the sun on his back wrapping around him like a warm hug.
"The sky does look pretty today," Namjoon agrees, oblivious to the death glare youâre giving his packmate.
"Sure does!" Hoseok chirps.Â
His tail hits the grass with quick thuds, clearly enjoying the flustered state heâs put you in. Hoseokâs eyes sparkle with mischief as he continues, "Y/n, Iâm sure Joonie would love to hear whatâ"Â
"Wow, look at these pretty flowers!" You interrupt him, face growing warm under the smug smile you get in return. You busy yourself with dragging the cluster of nursery plants closer, avoiding Hoseokâs gaze as you push the small shovel to his chest.
"We should get them settled into their new home while the sun is still out, donât you think?"Â
The reminder seems to snap Namjoon out of his cloud watching, the wolf hybrid letting out a startled, "Oh, right!" as he turns back to the plants. Heâs too busy trying to figure out how to use the garden rake to notice the fond looks you and Hoseok send his way.
You bite your lip, stifling a giggle, as you wonder how you ever couldâve thought of Namjoon as intimidating. Itâs hard to picture the calculating gaze and imposing presence you felt at the shelter when the hybrid in front of you is just so â cute.
Namjoon is hunched over the bed, making himself small in front of the delicate flowers as he attempts to crumble the soil for them. A wrinkle appears between his brows as the tool only grazes over the surface, his grey ears twisting back in confusion when it doesnât work.
Gently, you reach out to take Namjoonâs hand in yours, turning the rake over in his grip. The wolf hybrid perks up when he once again tries to drag it over the hard soil, the tines actually digging into the ground this time. Namjoonâs tail begins to wag as he rakes the soil, a soft look of wonder on his face as old, buried roots come to the surface.Â
You know the boys havenât had it easy in the past, but you really hope that the new experiences they make with you can lessen that hurt over time. You really havenât met anyone â human or hybrid â who are as good as they are, and youâll be damned if you donât try your best to make them happy. And if gardening can do that for Namjoon, then youâre willing to convert your bedroom into a greenhouse if thatâs what it takes.Â
Your heart skips a beat as you take in the pure joy shining on Namjoonâs face as he fluffs up the soil, his fingertips stained with dirt. You canât help but lean in, chest tight with love as you plant a kiss on his cheek.Â
"Thank you for helping me," You smile, heart fluttering as he sends you a bright grin in return, dimples on full display.Â
"Of course," Namjoon preens, chest puffing out as he digs into the soil with even more energy than before.Â
A low whine has you glancing to your left, Hoseok giving you his best pout as he tilts his head, angling his cheek in your direction.
The intense scenting and kissing session you received before breakfast honestly left you in a bit of a drunken daze, your mind scrambled after trying to keep up with five needy hybrids. You know thatâs why Hoseok refused to let up on his teasing before, it isnât often he can do so without you returning the favour, but that doesnât mean youâll let him get away with it now that the spring air has started to clear your head.Â
You send him a puzzled look, feigning ignorance as you mouth a confused 'what?'
Hoseok stares at you, dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events, as you turn back to the flowerbed with a small shrug.
You have to tamper down a smug smile of your own when Hoseok seems to catch up to what youâre doing, whiney grumbles being muttered under his breath as he realizes youâre ignoring him in retaliation for earlier. Youâre not cruel, itâs not like you can deny them kisses for very long, youâre just, hm, saving it, as reward for when he finishes digging up his part of the bed.
You watch him begin to shovel out of the corner of your eye, tuning out his weak complaints as you focus on your own patch. Namjoonâs excitement is infectious and you honestly canât wait to see how the garden is going to look once youâre done with it. The old owners didnât care for it much, letting most of the plants rot and wilt away, but you donât mind that too much. The new garden is going to be something youâve created together with the boys, and itâs going to be so much more satisfying seeing the space blossom and thrive the more love you collectively pour into it.Â
"This is such a mess," Hoseok sighs. He eyes the flowerbed distastefully as he flips over another spot of old dirt.Â
"Hmm," You lean back, tapping your shovel against the soil as you pretend to think, "I wonder what made it so messy? Surely it couldnât have been because of two grown hybrids stomping around in it, trying to spyâ"Â
"Tae!" Namjoon suddenly calls out, neck splotched pink with embarrassment.Â
A few slow seconds pass with no reply, Taehyung nowhere to be seen. Just as youâre about to nudge Namjoon to tease him for trying to divert your attention, you hear the sound of pattering feet rushing over the grass, a series of high pitched barks calling out from the other side of the garden.
You watch, stunned, as a copper fox runs straight into Namjoonâs arms, squirming around in his lap until the wolf hybrid gently hugs it to his chest. It yips as if asking him to play, giving his jaw a few quick licks while it rubs his snout all over Namjoonâs neck.
"Not right now," The wolf hybrid shakes his head, amused, as he lovingly pets the thick, orange fur.Â
The fox â Taehyung, your mind unhelpfully supplies a little late â gives a low snort, clearly unhappy that his alpha wonât indulge him right away.
His fox form is just as pretty as you remember. Taehyung has a long rich orange fur that fades into white near his stomach, his bushy tail sprinkled with black hairs that make the copper look even more vibrant. His pointed ears and small legs are dipped in black, his body agile and nimble as he somehow manages to slip out of Namjoonâs strong hold like itâs nothing.Â
You hold your breath Taehyung as immediately scurries over to you, tail swishing as he flops down on the available patch of grass between your knees and the flower bed. He rolls to his back, looking more like a dog than a fox as he gives you a little wiggle, waiting to be pet.Â
"Like this?" You ask, carefully burying your hand in the soft fur on his belly. Taehyung seems pleased as you begin to run your fingers through the silky hairs, low purrs vibrating in his stomach as you marvel at his pretty fur.Â
"Look at our handsome boy," Hoseok coos. He reaches out to rub the narrow space between Taehyungâs fox ears, laughing as one of his hind-legs twitches in response.Â
Taehyung looks blissed out from the attention, panting happily as you rub his stomach. You havenât seen this side of the fox hybrid since the first time at the shelter, and it warms your heart that he finally feels comfortable enough to shift and let go even with the other packs around.Â
You scratch Taehyungâs chin, grinning as you playfully say, "Do you know your hyungs are trying to use your cute little face as a distraction for ruining our flowerbed?"
Namjoon smiles sheepishly as the fox gives you a high, confirming yip in return.Â
"Itâs working, so I guess I canât be too mad about it," You sigh, shaking your head in amused exasperation.Â
You keep petting Taehyung for another minute until he seems to grow bored of it, his attention span a bit more fleeting in his shifted form. He rolls back over on his stomach, clambering up on his legs before he shakes his fur out. Youâre not even sure if thatâs something foxes do, or if heâs just picked it up from Hoseok and Namjoon over time.Â
The fox walks a few laps back and forth, following the paved border along the bed as he sniffs at the freshly turned dirt. Hoseok notices the longing glances his packmate sends the disturbed soil, aware of his own instincts begging him to shift to dig around in it.Â
He pats the ground to make Taehyung rush over to him, running a soothing hand over his spine as he gestures to the spot he abandoned his shovel. "Thereâs this root I canât get up, itâs buried pretty deep, do you think you can get it for me?"Â
You can practically see Taehyungâs entire body immediately honing in on the patch Hoseok pointed to, his tail swishing behind him in unbridled excitement. His ears are perked, focused, as he crouches low, belly to the ground.
His body tenses before he suddenly rushes forward, pouncing on the spot of dirt. He starts eagerly digging at the ground, scraping away the layers of soil surrounding the root in a few seconds. Taehyung has the entire thing uncovered in no time, his pointed snout shooting down to gnaw at what mustâve been roots from an old tree. His sharp teeth glint in the sun as he excitedly attacks the wood. A cracking sound fills the air as he chomps down on it, Taehyung's body going taut as he leans back, using his weight to pull it up.Â
For a second the fox hybrid looks frozen, the root giving him more resistance than anticipated, but then it just gives â and Taehyung stumbles back, pulling out a root as thick as your arm from the dirt.Â
"Well done, Tae," Namjoon beams, his chest rumbling with pride.
You cheer alongside his packmates, amazed that Taehyung managed to get rid of it that quickly. You shudder to think how many hours you wouldâve been hacking away at it if you had to remove it yourself.Â
Taehyung drops the root, yipping excitedly as he jumps around in the soil. He lets you all get in a few pets and a smooch between his furry ears as thanks before he shoots off, impatient to explore the rest of the garden.Â
Smiling, you watch him scurry off, a streak of orange disappearing across the garden and into the thicker foliage near the back fence. Taehyung saved you all a lot of work, so now that the flowerbed is tended to and clear of anything that might impede the growth of the new plants, you can finally add in the fresh soil.
"Hobi?" The dog hybridâs head whips around as you call his name, eyes hopeful.
"Can you help me with that bag of soil? I canât lift it on my own."
You dust your hands, ready to rise up on your feet when Hoseok jumps up, gently pressing on your shoulder to make you stay seated on the ground.
"Iâll get it!"Â
"Wait, itâs heavyâ"Â You turn around, warning tapering off as you watch the dog hybrid effortlessly heft the bag up in his arms.
Stunned, you watch as Hoseok carries it over without problem, no trace of a struggle visible on his face. He doesnât make a sound as he picks up Namjoonâs rake, slashing the bag open before he spreads the soil as evenly as possible over the bed.Â
Not even Namjoon, with his prominent muscles, looked this unbothered when he carried the bag for you earlier. You could tell he at least felt the weight of it on his shoulder, but it doesnât seem like Hoseok registers it at all. You know that hybrids, regardless of their species, are genetically modified to be stronger than humans â but even so, the sight of Hoseok lifting a fifty litre bag of soil like itâs as light as a feather leaves you dumbstruck. Thereâs clearly a lot you still donât know about the boys, and you have no clue how Hoseok has managed to hide that amount of strength away in his lithe build.Â
"Thatâs, um, thank you," You stare up at Hoseok, a little lost, as he crumples up the empty plastic.Â
"No problem!" He grins, ears perked as he resumes his spot. "Can I have a kiss now, too?"Â
"Hmm, well, you did help, so âŚ" You kiss the cheek that Hoseok keenly presents to you with a soft giggle, making sure to add another peck to the corner of his mouth in apology for teasing him earlier.Â
Hoseokâs small dimples are carved into his cheeks when you pull back, the heart shaped smile turning your insides to mush.
He reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, subtly brushing his wrist against your neck as he pulls back, making sure his happy scent lingers on your skin. Hoseok knows all too well that you canât smell it or find comfort in it like the others, but that doesnât mean heâs going to stop trying.Â
"Y/n, where does this go?" Namjoon holds up a budding flower, the faintest hints of purple showing through the closed petals.Â
"Anywhere you think itâll look nice," You smile. "I picked out plants and flowers that all thrive in the shade, so the placement shouldn't matter too much."Â
Namjoon lights up at that, his grey tail beating up a storm behind his back as he launches into describing where he thinks each plant would look best. He mustâve been thinking deeply about it while he was turning over the old soil. Seeing how enthused he looks as he places them all out, you wonder if he would enjoy learning more about it - maybe it would be possible to sign him up for a flower arranging course in town? Or a few lessons online? Youâre definitely going to mention a few options to him later.Â
"That looks pretty, Joonie," Hoseok compliments as his pack alpha finishes his positioning, small clusters of colourful flowers divided up between a variety of green plants.Â
You echo his sentiment, already picturing just how lush and beautiful the flowerbed is going to look once everything sprouts and grows.Â
"Thank you," Namjoonâs shy gratitude is filled to the brim with pride, the wolf hybrid beaming as he begins to dig the spot where the first flower will go.Â
You hunker down in front of your own designated area, digging up the patches Namjoon marked for each new plant. Thereâs something tranquil about the fresh soil slipping through your fingers as you carefully pat down the dirt around the new flowers, a gentle calm settling over you as you listen to the welcoming tune of a faint birdsong in the distance.
You joke around with Namjoon and Hoseok as you plant the new flowers, happily listening to the boys retell what theyâve been up to for the past week. Namjoon in particular has taken to exploring the neighbourhood and the surrounding areas more, though you canât quite figure out why he seems so bashful to admit it.
Before you can even think to ask, youâre interrupted by Taehyung running back over for more pets, the fox hybrid looking like heâs been rolling around in any available patches of dirt heâs come across. You can only watch, amused, as heâs gently scolded by Hoseok for getting so dirty, his whines only growing when Namjoon joins in too.Â
"Hey!" Namjoon sputters as Taehyung sneezes him in the face, showing off his displeasure before he scampers off in the direction of the backdoor.Â
Hoseok barks out a laugh at Taehyungâs cheeky retort and you have to cover your face as your snort, muffling the sound to the best of your abilities. You pretend you donât see the narrowed look Namjoon gives you as he wipes his face, humming as you let your attention drift to the other boys hanging around the garden.Â
Seokjin and Jeongguk are huddled near some bushes by the fence at the back, arguing loudly about what the correct type is. You just wanted to know if it would flower, but based on how long theyâve been slapping each otherâs necks, you donât think youâll get a definite answer to that today.
You roll your eyes as Jeongguk wrestles Seokjin into a headlock, the bunny hybrid grinning victoriously as Seokjin lightly punches his stomach in retaliation.
Jeonggukâs smile falters as he glances up, meeting Jiminâs gaze from beneath the big tree in the middle of the garden. You watch as the hand Jimin was carding through his tail jerks, a small hiss carrying over the grass as he accidentally tugs on the delicate hairs.
Blushing, Jeongguk averts his eyes, loosening his hold on Seokjin in order to make the alpha jump back up, blocking Jimin from view as he squeaks about his packmate being a brat.Â
This new thing between Jeongguk and Jimin is certainly interesting, to say the least. It doesnât seem like the others have caught on to the strange tension thatâs been growing between them ever since that night you found them huddled up on the couch together, limbs and tails intertwined. It has clearly left things between them awkward though, even if youâre not sure why. They seemed cosy enough when you stumbled across them and the friendships between the packs have been improving, but perhaps they need a bit more time to accept the sudden shift between them.Â
Your gaze falls to Yoongi as he yawns, his dark eyes squinting disapprovingly up at the shade that has fallen over his resting spot. You were surprised when you first came outside to find the cat hybrid in his shifted form, a purring Yoongi wrapping himself between your legs for some pets before he eventually went off to take a nap somewhere hidden from view. Heâs been steadily moving his way around the yard as youâve been working, finding new spots to rest undisturbed.
Now though, you hold back a coo as the fluffy black cat slowly gets to his feet, stretching out his long body before he moves a little further into the garden, plopping down in the first patch of sunlight he finds. He curls into a little ball, delicately tucking his tail under his chin to bask in the pleasant spring warmth.Â
You watch as one of Yoongiâs ears twitches, twisting towards the house, before you even manage to notice Taehyung yourself; the fox hybrid back in his human form as he quietly moves across the garden.
Taehyung approaches Yoongiâs resting figure carefully, eyes wide with wonder as he takes in his shifted form for the first time. He stops in front of Yoongi, orange tail swishing with interest behind his back as he slowly sinks to his knees.
You can barely make out one of Yoongiâs eyes cracking open to watch him, tail flicking with what you can only assume is annoyance at having his fifth nap interrupted.
Taehyungâs hands are folded in his lap, voice soft as he reverently says, "Hyung, your fur is so pretty."Â
Yoongi watches Taehyung silently, pinning the younger hybrid under his gaze. He looks at him without blinking and you find yourself holding your breath, mirroring Taehyung subconsciously as the cat hybrid thinks - considers something.Â
Youâre not sure what you were expecting â for Yoongi to hiss maybe, definitely for him to just get up and leave â but he does, well, neither.
After a few tense seconds that feel horribly long, Yoongi simply just slides his eye shut, his tail stilling under his chin as he lets a gentle mrrp fill the silence between them.
"Are you sure?" Taehyung gasps, eyes lighting up as he reaches out, hand hovering over Yoongiâs back for a final confirmation.Â
"Oh," You whisper, just as Hoseok sucks in a low breath behind your back. The scene in front of you has captured the attention of everyone in the garden, five pairs of curious eyes watching the unusual interaction unfold.Â
Yoongi lets out another soft sound, something you can only describe as akin to a stuttered purr, to let Taehyung know itâs okay to touch him. To pet him.Â
Taehyung looks enthralled as he lightly strokes Yoongiâs silky fur, fingertips barely even grazing the cat hybrid at the first few touches. He grows bolder when Yoongi repositions his head to get more comfortable, petting the alpha with a little more intent as he drags his fingers from the top of Yoongiâs head down to his lower back.
He just looks so happy, so content, as he continues to pet Yoongi to his heartâs desire.Â
The sight truly makes you a little emotional. With how the boys acted when they got to the house, there was a point where something like this seemed more like a distant, unattainable dream than a possible future. Even though they eventually agreed to get along, there was never a promise of friendship, or closeness. There was never anything that alluded to this.Â
You can hear Hoseokâs tail wagging at the sight, matching the grey blur of his pack alpha's in front of you. Seokjin and Jeongguk have calmed down too, the bunny hybrid resting his chin over Seokjinâs shoulder as he watches Taehyung and Yoongi with wide eyes.
They all seem pleased, at ease, to watch Taehyung take another step towards befriending Yoongi. Like it was just a matter of time before someone took the leap to start bonding between packs.Â
Well, almost everyone.Â
Jimin is silently seething beneath the tree, his dark eyes glued to Taehyungâs hand as it touches Yoongi over and over, and over again.
It's his expression that trips you up the most, the intensity there all too reminiscent of the look you saw him sporting earlier. You noticed it as they all rushed to greet you after you came down for breakfast â the way Jimin's face soured as he picked up traces of both Yoongi and Taehyung's scent on your body. He kept throwing odd looks their way, a permanent scowl on his face as he bit into his toast.
His displeasure was clear as day when Taehyung had reached for something across Yoongi's plate, their arms brushing together. The thing was though, Jimin wasn't watching Yoongi. During breakfast, he kept staring Taehyung down, lip curling whenever the fox hybrid touched someone.
You didn't recognize it then, but you do now. You can see it in the way Jiminâs tabby ears are pulled flat against his hair, strained hands clutching on to his fluffed up tail in what looks to be a painful manner. His eyes keep tracking Taehyung as he touches Yoongi, never wavering anywhere else.
It's jealousy, and it's practically rolling off him in waves.
The thing that confuses you the most however, is that while Jimin looks green with envy, you can't quite tell what's actually upsetting him more â the fact that Yoongi is allowing Taehyung to pet him, or that perhaps a tiny part of him wishes that he was the one getting touched by Taehyung.
a/n:Â Chapters 20 & 21 of "Abundance" are available on ko-fi! You can find them here: https://ko-fi.com/s/e95005a91d
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American Mate - (4)
First Case of Alpha Space
Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader
Status: Ongoing series
Chapter number: 4 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 4132
Work count for Story: 16,244
Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I have had to take time off work to accommodate many MANY doctor appointments. I started a Ko-fi if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, Alpha Space, and Cultural differences.
BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit
AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Is it really that big of a deal that you got hurt? My god, you were 35 already. You have never lived a sheltered life. You have had your fair share of broken bones, twisted ankles, scrapes, and bruises.Â
You are always going on adventures, riding horses, and climbing things you probably should not be climbing. The external scars you bear are associated with stories that are good conversation starters when you feel like showing them.Â
Things would be difficult for a while because you are right-handed. You have a few days of sick time saved up that you can use to start with. Hopefully, this will help you gain some kind of compliance from your award left hand.Â
Work, however, is going to be the hard part. Luckily, your work is typically done on electronics, meaning nothing has to be handwritten. Even if you tried to write left-handed, no one could read it. You would bet money doctors had better writing than you did. Dictation software to save the day!
Hearing Derekâs voice broke you out of your thoughts regarding your near future. Watching him act cautiously while interacting with the other hybrid was interesting. There is clearly a difference in how he acts with Yoongi than Evie. Giggling to yourself at the mention of being a mate with Derek gains the attention of both.Â
âOh, sorry. The thought of being a mate, much less to Derek, was amusing, I guess.âÂ
You missed the slight frown that briefly graced both menâs faces. Derek thought you were implying he wasnât mate material, and Yoongi thought you believed you were not worthy of being a mate.                 Â
âThanks Y/n. I let you know that I am a catch despite being a Beta. Besides, this isnât about me right now. We need to get the leadership involved with what to do moving forward. Are you okay if we bring in the others?â
âYes, please. I need to speak with Director Johnson, fill out an incident report⌠um or dictate an incident report, and then get to a doctor.â Attempting to stand up, you are blocked by the golden-yellow eyes that have not stopped watching your every move.
âMr. Min, I need to get some things done and take care of my wrist.â
Yoongiâs eyes narrow, and a soft growl pours through the room, causing your eyes to widen. You look over your shoulder at Derek with a âwhat-the-F-did-I-doâ expression, only to be met with a smirk.
âY/n, I donât think you understand what is going on. You havenât dealt with a situation like this before. You may love hybrids but you still have limited interactions with our culture and this dynamic.â
Walking backward toward the door, Derek continues, âWith the state of mind that Mr. Min is in, it might be best if a packmate explains.â
Derek opens the break room door to face Hoseok, Teahyung, Namjoon, and Jungkook, who are all staring. âOh, Hi there.â
Then, as if someone had turned the mute off, they all started talking simultaneously.Â
âIs Yoongi-hyung dropped yet?â
â꡸ ěŹë ę´ě°Žěě?â
âWhy does she still smell hurt?â
âWait, wait, wait, please,â Derek puts his hands up, motioning to stop.
âI do not know Korean for one and for two Mr. Min has gone into full non-verbal Alpha Space and I am not sure he will be coming out of it anytime soon. However, one of you should go in to handle the situation and she needs to talk with Director Johnson.â
At the mention of the director, a low growl came from Taehyung, causing Derek to take a step back and lower his eyes in an automatic response to a displeased Alpha.
The scent of calming leather gently flows over the group at the door as Namjoon steps forward. His mind is still reeling a million miles a second with you being their mate and you being injured. To top it off, Yoongi is on a deep level of Alpha Space.
âSorry about that. I can come in, but the director is busy at the moment dealing with the playmates, corporate office, and Manager Sejin,â Namjoon apologizes as he enters the room.
He follows Derek to where his packmate and Y/n are situated at a table. Taehyung and Jungkook follow quickly.
They both kneel respectfully behind Yoongi. Their Alphas recognize that Yoongi is currently in charge of you, and it would be unwise to display anything that could be considered a threat by approaching you too quickly.
They both need to be close to you, and their instincts to be with their injured mate drive their actions. Looking you over for injuries, their eyes resting on your wrist with furrowed brows and set jaws.Â
Taehyungâs eyes change to crystal blue as his tail flickers almost in time with Yoongiâs as he slips into Alpha Space.Â
âNamjoon-hyung, Y/n is hurt. She needs a hospital, I think,â Jungkook says, his ears standing straight up on his head, one-pointedly focused on you and the other twitching between his Prime Alpha and the door.Â
âIt is not that big of an issue, Mr. Jeon, Mr. Min, and Mr. Kim.â Looking up from the trio in front of you and addressing the Prime Alpha, âSir, I have specific protocols to follow due to company procedure. I have to talk with the Director.âÂ
A growl from one of the men in front of you freezes your words, unsure of what you did to cause their reactions. Internally, you groan because it seems all you get from them are growls, as if you vex them more than you humanly possible.Â
âMiss Y/n, we have already talked to Director Johnson,â Namjoon says with a look of distaste.Â
âHe has been informed that you are now under the care of Bangtan Pack following hybrid customs. It would be wise to refrain from talking about him at the moment, he did not leave a good impression with the pack.â
Your brows scrunch in confusion, making the hybrids want to coo at your cute face. Clearing his throat (aka his mind), Namjoon continues, âWe have more pressing matters to attend to besides paperwork.âÂ
âYou are injured, and we have to get you to a doctor. Manager Sejin is currently contacting one of our personal physicians that we normally use while on tour to have you treated.â
âWhat? Why would I use your doctor? I can just go to the local clinic.â Your scent spikes almost like a heavy perfume with anxiety with the flashbacks of your nightmare.Â
âPlease, I have taken up much of your time, and caused enough problems as it is. I can take care of myself. I donât want to be a bother.â
At your words, you are surrounded by multiple growls and watched by now golden-yellow, crystal blue, and smokey gray eyes. Scooting back in the chair, you nervously ask, âDerek, what did I do?â
âY/n, you really donât get it do you? For as smart as you are, sometimes you can be oblivious.â He smiles and shakes his head, stepping back from the group and heading towards the door.
âMr. Kim, as Prime Alpha, you might want to explain what is happening and what she should be expecting. Mind you, she has been fiercely independent for the last 15 years of her life.â
âI wish you the best with her. It wonât be easy, trust me, I know. Good Luck.â Derek bows slightly to Namjoon once he reaches the break room door.
Looking at you again, this time with a smile filled with adoration for his best friend and what he thinks your future may hold, Derek says, âRelax and have fun.â Then he turns and leaves the room.Â
As Derek leaves the room, he smiles at the remaining pack guarding the door. âMr. Kim, Mr. Jung, and Mr.Park, I think your human does not understand what is happening.â
âOur human? So you know?â Seokjin questions with wide, cautious eyes.
Derek looks over his shoulder at the closed break room door. âAt first, I thought it was just a typical Alpha reaction with him being the cause of Y/n getting injured, but his care and gentleness seemed to come from somewhere deeper. Add on the fact that your other two are fighting Alpha space. It would be hard to miss.â
âThe other two?â someone asks.
Shaking his head, Derek looks back at the remaining three. âYes, the younger Mr. Kim and Mr. Jeonâs Alphas surfaced just before I left. Your Prime Alpha is going to try to sort things out, but he may need some back up.â
âMeanwhile I am going to find our boss and see what needs to be done before you all run away with her.â Derek leaves the pack to mull over the new information.
âTae has never been one to control his Alpha well when one of us is hurt. I am not surprised if he slipped once near her. Kook always runs on instinct too, so it makes sense he slipped as well,â Seokjin contemplates.Â
âShould we stay out here? Miss y/nâs pack member said it would be better to go in and help Namjoon? Three of us in Alpha space with an injured mate is not going to be easy,â Hoseok adds.Â
Nibbling on his lower lip, Jimin thinks of ways to handle the situation. Even though he is one of the younger packmates, keeping the pack calm is his gift.Â
He just doesnât know how to handle you yet, especially since you donât know what you mean to the pack.
âGood, at least three of you are here, and I assume the rest have made their way into the room with Miss Y/n,â Manager Sejin says while walking up to the group.Â
âI have spoken with Big Hit, the Director at Playmate Service Incorporated, and Dr. Blackwell. Everyone is onboard and the doctor is ready to go.â
âThank you,â Seokjin says, feeling relief that no one seems to be fighting this. âNamjoon is in with the rest of the pack and Miss Y/n, we should go in. From what Mr. Gulley says, Miss y/n does not seem to understand the situation to the fullest. I just hope that Namjoon can clear some things up.â
âRelax and have fun? What does he mean by that?â You mumble as you glare at the now-closed door that one of your best friends just shut.Â
He willingly left you with four Alpha male idols.Â
Three of them are kneeling on the floor with non-human eyes, and the Prime Alpha, looking around the room like the way to explain what's happening is painted on the walls.
Taking a breath, you say, âMr. Kim, Prime Alpha⌠Sir. Derek is right. I have no actual experience with Alphas. I can tell that there must be some kind of instinctual drive going on, and there are trigger words or actions.â
âI donât want to cause any more trouble than I already have. What do I do to make it easier for your pack?â
At your words, the kneeling Alphas gave a multitude of pleasant chirps. You looked at the three of them, a little confused. They seemingly smiled and made almost the same sound at what you said.
Okay, so they can growl and chirp. Your curiosity spikes when you think of what other animal-like sounds they can make as hybrids.
Drawing your attention back to him, Namjoon finds the words to explain what is happening, âMiss Y/n, you have done so much to help the Bangtan Pack feel welcome today.â
With a gentle smile, he continues, âSo please relax, you have not caused any trouble, and we highly doubt that you will.âÂ
Thinking to himself, âAt least, not in the way you seem to be thinking.â
âAlphaâs run with a higher level of instinct than your Beta packmember. As an Alpha, Yoongi instinctually feels responsible for your injury. In order to calm that instinct, a few things will most likely need to happen.âÂ
Watching as you seem to sit up with interest, he continues, âFirst things first, he and his Alpha need to get at least your injury treated.â
âHe has to be the one to take me to get it treated? I canât have him go with me to the clinic! There are fans and sasaengs and the media! What about your schedule? You always hear about the tight schedules Idols have and you have already spent all afternoon here over this.â
You start panicking about the hordes of people you hear about following the band around. God, the amount of bad publicity that would come from catching you and THE Suga of BTS at a clinic. You canât imagine what nonsense they would come up with?
Your scent goes into an even heavier version; it takes on an almost alcoholic aspect. The kneeling Alphas instinctually send out calming pheromones while moving closer.Â
Yoongiâs tail, still wrapped around your ankle, tightens while he gently rubs the back of your injured hand, which he is cradling protectively.Â
Taehyung starts to purr softly, hoping that the sound will comfort you.Â
Jungkook, on instinct alone, scoots up to your left side, nudges his head under your left hand, and rests on your leg.
The feeling of Jungkookâs head on your leg snaps you out of your thoughts and brings you back into the room. You hold still as you start to recognize similar comforting behaviors the Alphas are doing with those that Evie always does, allowing you to take a deep breath.
âSorry. I was raised to take care of myself and not impose on others.â
âMiss Y/n, you are not imposing. Again, Yoogni ran into you while rushing out of the room, and it's his responsibility to make amends. Actually, as a bonded pack, it is our responsibility, too.â
âThe pack? Like all of you? Is this why they are all like this, with their eyes and stuff?âÂ
Absent-mindedly, you run your fingers through Jungkookâs hair, softly scratching his scalp, soothing not only yourself but also the youngest Alpha.Â
A soft chuckle escapes Namjoons as he watches your instinctual interactions with the youngest mate. âYes, that is the best way to explain the eyes and stuff, as you put it.â
âJungkook and Taehyung will find it easier to leave their Alpha Space since they are not the ones responsible for the injury but trying to be supportive to both of you.âÂ
Hearing a knock on the door, he calls, âWho is it?â
âNamjoon-ssi, it's Manager Sejin. I have some updates and a few questions. Can I enter?â The door opens slightly to reveal itâs him.Â
At Namjoon's nod, he enters. The door remains open as the scents in the room are constricting in their density. He is followed by the rest of the pack, who take up guarding now from inside.
âDid you contact everyone?â
âBig Hit and the Corporate Director are on the same page and will follow the hybrid protocol, but details must be discussed once Miss Y/n has met with the doctor,â Manager Sejin reports to the Prime Alpha.
Moving to look at you, he continues, âI contacted Dr. Blackwell, thinking you may be more comfortable with a female doctor.âÂ
Glancing at the boys surrounding you closely, his scent changes with curiosity. He raises an eyebrow, looking at Namjoon. With a subtle nod, he confirms that something more is happening but does not move to explain.
Looking back at you, he gently smiles, âWith the situation at hand, it may be best to limit other males around you until everyone is out of Alpha space. They tend to get territorial. Dr. Blackwell is on standby, ready to assess and treat you once we know where you will be.â
âWhy wouldnât she just come here, or I go to her?â
âMiss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is a traveling physician. She doesnât have a permanent office to use but she is well respected in both the human and hybrid communities.â
âOh, I see. Well, ummâŚâ you look at Namjoon and ask, âWhat option would be best for your pack?â
Namjoonâs chest puffs slightly at your show of respect to him as the Pack Prime Alpha despite the situation and your pain level. âNot to make you uncomfortable, Miss Y/n, but I think meeting Dr. Blackwell at our AirBnB would be best.â
You take a moment to think, your hand pulsing with pain. They cannot all fit in your flat; it's a mess after you tore through your closet to find the right clothes for today.
They donât seem to like being here. Instinctually, even Derek and Evie prefer being in their dens when one of the three of you is hurt or sick.Â
âOkay. If it is best for the pack, then I will go with you to the AirBnB and see Dr. Blackwell.âÂ
Itâs almost as if a weight is lifted out of the room, allowing the pack to take a breath.Â
âYoon, Kook, and Tae. Can you give Miss Y/n some room? We have to take her to the pack house to see a doctor,â Namjoon says with a firm voice, gaining smiles from the men kneeling on the floor.Â
Jungkook stands and curls into the Prime Alpha, his eyes returning to their natural color.
Taehyung rocks back on his heels but remains near. His body is more relaxed and his eyes are still crystal blue, shifting between Yoongi and you in wait.
After watching the two younger Alphas move around, your attention turns to the Jaguar kneeling with expectant but questioning eyes.Â
 âMr. Min, if I promise that you can stay with me, will you let me go get my things and then you can take me to the pack house?â
Yoongiâs face lights up with a gummy smile as he nods. Your breath hitches at the sight. How can the devastatingly handsome rapper look so adorable?
He stands up, his tail unwrapping from your leg. He softly takes both of your hands while he assists you in standing. You smile and mumble a small thanks as you step forward to leave.
âPrime Alpha, do you think I can talk with Derek briefly to let him know what is happening? This way he can talk to the direc⌠Boss. Talk to the boss and let him know that I am leaving for the day?â
âYes, talking to him will be fine. He has been established as part of your familial pack and wonât be considered a threat to the pack if he comes around you now,â Namjoon answers, moving out of your way and motioning for the rest to let you pass.
Bowing slightly, âThank you, Prime Alpha.â
Making it to your desk is more complicated than one would think.Â
Yoongi wonât leave your right side, while Taehyung wonât leave your left. Both act like it's code red and someone is trying to assassinate you. Then you have the rest of BTS trailing behind like some kind of posse.Â
You keep your head down to avoid any strange looks or glares from whomever you pass. To your relief, you find Derek waiting at your desk with his head resting on his palms and a mischievous smile.Â
âI see you are taking things in stride,â glancing at your plethora of bodyguards. âDid the Prime Alpha explain everything to you?â
Speaking up from the back of the group, Namjoon answers for you, âShe is aware that we are responsible for her at this time and she will be treated at our temporary pack house by our doctor.â
You donât miss Derek's look of concern as he tilts his head with curiosity at Namjoon. âI see, of course. You are just responsible for getting her treated.â
âDerek, can you please let the big boss know that I will be leaving with Bangtan Pack to seek medical care and once I have more updates I will let you both know?âÂ
Glancing at Yoongi and still seeing his lovely golden-yellow eyes, you try to ignore the slight flutter in your stomach, âI donât think it would be good for me to talk with him myself still.â
Derek nods in response, âManager Sejin has already given the boss a rough time frame for the near future. I suppose his managing skills came in handy. Donât worry about us here. We can handle it while you heal.â
Standing up, Derek passes you your purse, which Taehyung takes. You try to grab it again, but only to have a black and white tail wrap around your arm and bring it back down to your side.
âNo carry. Keep safe.â Taehyung almost grunts out in a deeper-than-deep voice, which short-circuits your brain.
Glancing at Derek out of the side of your eye, you see him briefly nod and smile encouragingly while he whispers, âItâs an Alpha Space thing. Best acknowledge his help.â
âUmm⌠Th-tha-hank you, Alpha,â you stammer out, willing the heat creeping up your neck to stop as your words pull a boxy grin from the Tiger.
âI think that is it,â you announce to nobody in particular. You smile awkwardly at Derek as he slowly approaches you.
âY/n, you have been through so much. Not just today but in your life. You have always been the one to take the blame for others, working harder or longer than anyone else and caring for those who never return the favor.â
His eyes glance at the men surrounding you as he sees nods of understanding and looks of concern from them.
As a soft smile blooms on his face, he holds onto your good hand, âTake time for yourself and let this pack of Alphas take care of you. You deserve it more than anyone else I know.â
He pulls you into a hug. You briefly stiffen, waiting for the growling and pulling to start, but to your surprise, it doesn't. Relaxing into his hug, you take his words to heart.
A soft whisper in your ear, âYou know you will always have Evie and me as your family pack, but right now, be open to the pack around you,â with one last squeeze, Derek steps back and returns to your desk.
âNow, shoo! Off you go. The boss said Iâll get to man the front desk for now.â
With a nod, you wave goodbye and face the hybrids behind you. After not finding Manager Sejin and a few others missing, your eyes settle automatically on Namjoon, waiting for a clue as to what to do next.Â
âManager Sejin went down to get the cars. Seokjin-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, and Jimin also went down because we wonât all fit in the elevator.â
âOh,â you feel a slight tightening in your chest after realizing you didnât even notice they had gone.
âMiss Y/n, let's take you to get looked at,â Junkook says while inching towards the office doors.
âYeah, sure. Sorry, I have everything. Lead the way.âÂ
You follow the bunny and wolf hybrid while still sandwiched between the tiger and jaguar. Walking through the halls, you gain some attention from the people you pass.Â
Youâre a mere human surrounded by some of the hottest Idols in the world right now. So why wouldnât they?
Not willing to look up, you keep your eyes cast down to the feet in front of you as you try to avoid what you are a gazillion percent sure are looks of disgust and hate towards you.
Once the elevator doors open, the tiger lets out a low growl. Glancing up, you see two fellow PMS employees quickly scamper out of the elevator and down the hall.Â
That added to the embarrassment for now and when you return to work.
Namjoon and Jungkook take the back corners. Looking at the men by your sides, they motion for you into the elevator next.Â
However, when you go to stand in another corner, you are quickly ushered back into the middle with Yoongi and Taehyung in front of you.Â
The energy calms down as the doors close. The four Alphas relax now that they surround you and will start taking care of you.Â
Even if your trust in them starts with an injury, they know this is their chance to show you what it means to be taken care of, acknowledged as precious, and loved endlessly by the seven of them.Â
As the doors part, you're greeted by the remaining packmates waiting for you, smiles warm and welcoming. They're surrounded by more men in black, whom you assume are bodyguards.Â
Turning to look at you, Yoongi speaks for the first time since he entered Alpha Space, âTake home. Keep safe.â
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