#and i hope medic doesn't cry himself to sleep after heavy laughs at his name for 3 hours

[dimeadozencows]

My personal understanding of the situation

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

John Price x Reader

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance, Sweet Moments, Crying, Apologies, People being in-love, light existential stuff, falling in love

Word Count: 3k

I hope this doesn't suck... I wanted this to feel concluded in a satisfying way, but alas, I don't write real endings often. So... I hope this is OK?🤷🏽‍♀️ I liked it.🥹 Please Enjoy~

Part One | Two

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The sun had already set by the time everyone left Price's hospital room. The place fell into a heavy silence once emptied out, only left undone by the rhythmic beating of his heart monitor and the city ambiance from outside his window. It's the first time he's had the room to himself since waking up this morning, and yet still so much remained to be unpacked.

The doctors informed Price he'd been in a medically induced coma for almost a week since being brought in. Of course, he had no memory of this.

The last thing that really comes to mind, between this morning and that night before, are you and Nikolai helping him into a vehicle, the world around him as shifting and black as when he'd entered it.

You held him in your arms in the backseat the entire way home, cradling his head in your lap as though he were a newborn infant. Price could still pinpoint where it was your hands caressed him, soothing away all of the night's qualms. He had been too tired to speak, as had you. But the warmth you blanketed over him had lulled him into a dreamless slumber, only filled by your former phantoms and memories left deep in his own subconscious.

You had been the last thing on his mind that night, and the first name to leave his mouth upon waking.

"Where is she?" He demanded. "Is she alright?"

Though it took more convincing than they would have liked, the nurses were able to relieve his worries. You'd only left two days prior to him waking. Though your injuries had been no laughing matter, the severity of them had not been nearly at the same scope as Price's. Once your wounds had been treated and the doctors could deduct that your condition has not been critical, you'd been cleared to go.

The same could not be said about the Captain.

They told him he was lucky to had survived. Even with being able to get him to help, the amount of blood he'd lost during his escape had been unfathomable; and that's not even accounting for the other injuries he'd been ignoring. After going lights out, many of the nurses didn't actually think he'd pull through. And judging from the lousy state his body had still been in, Price knew he would feel this for the rest of his life, no doubt.

But as always, in some way or another, his stubborn soul persisted. So long as he could still move, think, and act, he would press on.

Price settled back into his bed with a heavy sigh, before the rough tubing in his nose and throat created an uncomfortable itch he needed to cough out. He brings his coughing to a low-throat clear when he felt the pain shoot in his rib at each sharp exhale, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. No doubt, he'll be bedridden for longer than he was hoping.

They've dimmed the lights in the room in case he decides to pass out. Though frankly, he felt he's had enough sleep. While Price would much rather prefer anything other than the sterile white walls of this hospital room to gaze at, it was better than sleeping.

His blue eyes scan the room, pausing on the flowers Laswell and Gaz brought in moments ago. The white and yellow roses and daisies sit like decorated props on the nightstand beside him, sitting beside a growing pile of "Get Well Soon" cards he had yet to browse through.

He wanted to read them; it warmed his heart just knowing the others had cared so much for his wellbeing. Though anytime he reached for them, he felt this knot start to form in his throat, taking the curiosity away from him. What's written can best be digested in the solitude of his own home, he's soon decided.

To the right of Price had been a window; he hadn't taken much joy in looking out of it. It had a view of the hospital courtyard, where most of the building's budget went into its garden. A despairing sight seeing all the faces that passed by, all miserable and lost in their own minds.

One man, in particular, had made Price decide that window watching wouldn't be for him. A patient being escorted by two nurses. The man looked as though he could not function alone, shaking and wobbling and relying on their guiding hands. Just seconds away from their own mortality. Just as Price had been.

What made dying in such a slow way -- alone and no longer having any true agency over one's self -- so much more terrifying than any near-death experience that came across him in his line of work? Looking down there, Price found himself questioning so now more than ever.

It creeps closer to the Captain with every brush with death he has still somehow managed to evade. Only the death he truly feared, he stood no real fighting chance from.

So his eyes instead tarried to the birds that glided by from time to time, matching with the planes which roared alongside them. Seeing them go only reminded Price that he was in here.

If he stayed in this hospital room any longer, he might go mad.

The door to his room clicks open. When Price looks over and finds you standing in the doorway, his heart monitor all but speaks for him.

The first thing his eyes fall on are all the bandages beneath your clothing, the sling they'd put your arm in, and that starstruck look you had to your eyes. Like you couldn't believe it was him before you now, after spending the last week wondering when he'd wake. It breaks his smile to see. Oh how it breaks him like nothing he's ever felt before.

You had thought about all the different ways you could have surprised him with your visit tonight. You thought about showing up in the dress you wanted to wear on your date, having been too impatient to see an honest reaction later.

You thought about coming when the rest of the team did. Price always was family-oriented, given the lack of an actual family at home. You're sure seeing him then would have left you both feeling as warm as you do now.

Hundreds of ideas ran through you all week, none of which seemed to be quite enough. Eventually, your body took a mind of its own at some point in the evening, finding the keys to your car, then the road, and then the hospital. All the way back to your Captain.

The second your eyes land on him, those idle fantasies could be the furthest thing from your mind.

You don't say a word, merely stepping your way over until you've reached the side of his bed. Each step you inched closer brought back every memory, every single experience shared between you two, until you've let it crumble you into your Captain's arms, sinking your face into his chest. You cry.

Price gently wrapped his arms around you as he sighed to himself. A sigh of relief. A sigh that felt as though a new beginning only awaited.

He lets his hands brush over your hair, soothing you in his arms with gentle words he knew would calm you, words he vaguely remembers you once soothing him with, until he's felt you settle in his arms, the warmth of your body reminding him of every bit he's missed of you. Feathery kisses paint the crown of your head, coming down to your forehead, then from cheek to cheek, until Price has kissed away every tear that dared fall from you.

He isn't sure how much time passes with you in his arms. He hadn't been counting, merely dreading its end. His hold would tighten at the slightest adjustment you made, as though afraid of your departure. Price imagines you had enough tears to hydrate all of the Sahara after having held them in for so long.

Price stops his kissing just short of your nose, however, still not having been used to the thought of bringing his lips to yours. He hadn't meant to be hesitant. Your tears only remind him of the wrench that twisted in his gut still.

His gaze carries over to the window once more, seeing the empty courtyard which once moved with such sorrowful life. He can hardly hear the words leave him when he says it.

"I'm sorry..."

You look up at Price, doing your best not to lean on him and open up any old wounds. "Don't be."

He couldn't quite think of the right words to say, now having put himself on the spot like this. All he knows is that he meant it, and that every time he looked back down at you, it was all he could feel.

"I should have done more to keep you safe," he scolds himself. "If I had just- "

"Price," you try and cut in, though the Captain couldn't bring himself to be done so soon. The words spill from him like a dam, broken down by days of guilt and worry spent from that mission, now having you hear to remind him of it.

"This should never have happened-"

"John," you cup his cheek with your hand, bringing his sullen blue eyes to your tearful ones. "It's OK."

Price freezes, his eyes wavering on yours. He sees now how you hold no ill will towards him. How could you? You were just happy he was here and alive. He could feel himself breaking just seeing how easy it was for you to accept him. How much you had just wanted to be at his side.

"OK."

You let you thumb gently carress his cheek, your hand settling softly against his facial hair. And you smile.

"I love you."

That finally does him in. His smile is as soft and fragile as his gaze, the tears beginning to well in his eyes as a tattered breath leaves his lips. He hadn't noticed how long it'd been since he's heard someone else say that to him. How long he's spent wanting to hear someone say it. Hear you say it.

"I love you too," he whispers.

Now it had been your turn to kiss his sorrows away, your lips finding every inch of his face that you could, until they've found his lips in a kiss long burdened by a once willful distance created between you two. Unfamiliar territory for Price, as it's been too long since last doing so. The man feels clumsy and bashful, even as he's felt your love pour through to him at every kiss you give, assuring him of your silent promises to always be here.

Price only knew he never wanted to see you like this again. Broken, hurt, and crying over someone as sorry as him. So long as he lived, that day would never come again.

A week had gone before the hospital let Price out, and two more weeks after that before you both could find a night that you two were actually free to see each other. But the night had felt worth the wait once that day had finally come.

Those two weeks had gone by within the blink of an, if not for them being both monotonous and life-altering all at once. Health aside, work continued as usual, with Laswell and the others all scrambling trying to pick up the pieces from that last op. Price continued to lead, and you continued to happily follow.

The fondness that had grown between you two since returning had not gone unnoticed by the others either. It seemed any chance you had now, you were in the Captain's office. You all but lived in his shadow now. And the Captain wouldn't have you anywhere else. Nowhere that he could not be sure of your safety.

After all he felt he put you through, he wanted tonight to be the love and apology his words felt too meager to express alone. So naturally, one part of that apology had been to spoil you.

You all but freeze when you see the box of chocolates and bouquet of roses he's brought you, a small gesture compared to the giant stuffed teddy bear you saw sitting in the passenger's seat as well. He all but laughs out loud at your reaction, seeing your face turn beat red and a large smile beam across your cheeks. Even better than what he could have pictured.

You always took the man for a romantic, but it had felt like a whole other thing to be on the receiving end of it. Both everything you could have dreamed for and then some. However, it dimmed in comparison to just the sheer magnitude you felt just being able to look across the driveway and see that it was John standing there.

He stood in front of his truck, having gone to the lengths to look good for you, dressed to a T in his white button-down and dark dress pants. He'd forgone the hat, his dark hair as shampooed and pampered as his beard. Had he not still been bandaged up like he'd just been in an accident (which wasn't entirely false), you'd say he looked ready to model for the cover of some male magazine.

And he could only say the same about you.

High heels, low-cut black dress, tight, spaghetti strapped with the little leg slit, just as you had described it to him in the safehouse. Only his imagination couldn't do you justice. At first, It bothered you that your arm-sling ruined the aesthetic you'd been going for. However, you were sure your Captain wouldn't mind. His smile said as much.

"Are those for me?" The absolute joy in your voice when you ask him had nearly been enough to make the man fall in love all over again. "You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Price watches you take the roses and bring them to your nose, as your eyes shut and you take in its scent. Your hum is lovely, expressing every bit of the joy you'd felt from his kind gesture. He thought it silly now, but a small part of him had been nervous as to what your reaction would be.

However, you couldn't think of anything more perfect than this. The many nights you've spent fearing this day would never come, suddenly felt worth all the sorrow and worry it once left behind.

"Thank you."

"This was a long time coming, love," Price wraps his hands gently around your waist, pulling you closer to him, where you can smell the fresh maple scent of his cologne up close. "I figured I'd make it special."

You set the flowers down on the hood of his truck, bringing your hands to the sides of his neck, as your thumbs rest gently against his skin. "No point in wasting any more time then, right?"

Price leans down, letting his lips hover over yours. Away from work, Price often forgot how alluring you were. How your words could sound like candy when saying even the smallest of things.

The Captain's gaze lowers, his breathing steady. He says to you, "Exactly."

His lips find yours, and they kiss you slowly, lovingly, wanting you to know of every bit of adoration he's harbored for you over the years.

It's you who pushes things further first. You let your lips grow more comfortable along his, hugging your body against him, and taking away that last bit of hesitancy refusing to part ways. The last bit of your past selves you wanted to move forward from.

It's not long before Price has crumbled in your touch, his hands holding you tight, doing everything in their power to capture these parts of you he had not wanted to forget. His kisses longed for yours, lingering just a little longer at each one you left him.

You feel his hands slide back to your hips, pressing you roughly against him, as he sighed into your next kiss, tongues grazing. His hands began to slide up your torso, stopping short of your breast.

But then he pulls away.

You look up to him, a bit confused by his sudden hesitation. "Everything OK?" You ask.

Everything is OK. It's more than OK. It feels too good to be true, he'd thought. And it made his heart race as though he were twenty years old again, having found love for the first time. Except there hadn't been a love that felt quite like this.

"How did I get so lucky?" He asks.

You smile and rest your hand to his cheek again. "You're a sap, you know that?"

"We'll be late for our dinner," he purrs. "Lest you keep me tied up like this."

"Fuck the dinner."

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[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

It's Task Force 141's first mission after gathering intel about the whereabouts of Samantha Coleman. Gary and the rest of the team proceed to briefing and would probably head straight to their rescue mission. Do these mini summaries even make sense? Find out soon.

Chapter 3 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Soap - F.N.G.

"Run Through the Jungle"

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 - Mess Hall

Gary was almost done with his raccoon story when the PA system alerted them of an immediate briefing. Simon nodded to him and got up making his way to the briefing room. Gary also noticed the rest of his squad from earlier walk to the door, and was France crying on Alex? Much to his curiosity, he went to John who was still sitting by the chair.

"Anything you want to tell me, Soap?" he asked, patting his comrade's shoulder. 

"Bugger off, mate. Let's just go to the meeting." he replied, Roach couldn't tell if he was sad or disappointed or mad, but it may have something to deal with France crying.

"Whatever mate. I'm always here if you want to talk it out." he assured, and he was in fact true. It's been a month since the Task Force was created and Gary was the team's therapist, everybody's friend and ally no matter what. He always felt that he could feel everyone's emotions and believes he could be a sponge for someone who's unable to deal with the trauma. Ghost was one of his customers, he had a lot to deal with and Gary was always there for him.

"Few hours ago, our informants intercepted with a group of armed men on a safehouse near the borders of Germany. They told us that there was a man named Augustus who happens to be our step closer to Nero." Gary took note of the information General Shepherd relayed, his scribbles became faster as the General continued.

"We also received word that our hostage, Samantha Coleman is with them in one of these houses. We have to proceed with caution as this area may be rigged with traps or surrounded with tangos." he added.

"As for rules of engagement, fire only when fired upon. This is a local settlement and civilians may be anywhere. We don't want to create unnecessary civilian casualties just to retrieve a single person." he instructed. Gary took a quick survey of the room, everyone looked at the screen intently, he could see MacTavish's eyebrows furrowed in anger, France's eyes were downright sad and Alex, despite being a CIA agent, actually looked worried.

"As for assignments, I'll let your captain take the floor." Shepherd concluded and exited the area, Price then stepped forward and began briefing.

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The silent chirping of the crickets echoed from the nearby forest. Gary took a cold exhale and leaned on the railings just outside their quarters. 

"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Ghost surprised Roach as he spoke.

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I spotted, but I still know the basics." Gary answered. He and Ghost were assigned for sniper support a few clicks away from the Alpha Team lead by Alex and the Bravo Team lead by Captain Price.

"Your math is good and fast?" Ghost asked, chuckling at the question. Gary inhaled before he answered the question.

"Yeah. Try me." he dared, glancing at the masked man.

"Suppose there's a target about 516 meters far, the wind is one half value." Ghost planned out the situation. Gary's gears started turning as he scratched his freshly shaven chin.

"Five degrees. Descending." he muttered. Ghost thought about it and agreed.

"Yeah. Your math is still on point." he mused laughing at him.

"What do you think Nero is up to? I mean it all doesn't add up. And what's with erasing memories?" Gary flooded the man with questions. Simon just pondered without saying any words.

"I dunno mate. I'm as baffled as you are." he replied, waving to Alex and France who were out on a late night walk.

"Say Gary, what's the deal with the new girl? One minute she looks tough as nuts then the second Soap comes in she's fucking crying?" Ghost rambled. Gary could feel a hint of jealousy but not entirely. It's as if he's mad and jealous at the same time.

"Well, we were too far from their table and I couldn't hear anything. Maybe they had an argument while Soap was out with her on the training room?" Gary speculated, he saw Simon's fists clench as he left his side.

"Eh. Not that I care anyway. Get some rest, spotter. Big day tomorrow." he remarked and went to his room.

"Yeah yeah." he replied waving at the two walking around the oval. They both waved back and Gary yelled good night to them before entering the quarters himself.

Gary plopped on his bed and closed his eyes. He was actually nervous enough that he could hear his own heartbeat, he took deep breaths and lulled himself to sleep. He wanted to see to it that they save the hostage tomorrow and a perfect sleep is what he could contribute right now.

GERMANY

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Gary hated the ghillie suits. It was heavy, uncomfortable and animals sometimes land on you, but it does the job well. Treading the dense forestry just above the safehouse, Gary and Simon head out to look for a perfect spot.

"This one's got a view of the houses." Ghost whispered, signaling Roach to move forward.

"This is Echo Three One, we've cleared the two houses on the right, all empty. Over." Alex reported over their comms.

"Bravo Six copies that and the two houses here are also clear." Price reported.

"Looks like it's going to be the one on the far side." Soap concluded.

"I've got eyes on the safehouse. There's no activity on all windows. Proceed with caution." Ghost reported.

"Rog." Price replied.

"Copy that, eye in the sky." Alex replied.

Gary put out his spotting scope and placed his eye behind the lens.

"I've got my eyes on them, Ghosty. Alpha Team is on its way." he whispered.

Ghost rolled some knobs on his sniper making a soft clicking sound as he spins it.

"Don't call me that, Bug. I have eyes on Bravo Team. Still no movement from the safehouse." 

"This is Alpha Team, approaching the left side of the safehouse."

"Bravo Team is Oscar Mike as well."

"Roach, did you see that?" Ghost whispered.

"Yeah. The winds are shifting." Gary noted, sticking out a tool that detects wind speed.

"Three Fourths value at 400 meters. 15 miles per hour. Adjust to 15.3" he informed, calculating on Ghosts still shoulder with a pen. Decimals are too dangerous to calculate mentally. Ghost's sniper clicked once again to adjust with the wind, he took a deep breath and his targets stabilized once again.

Leaves rustled behind them, Roach quickly held on his rifle and slowly turned back to check if it was an animal. Nothing, but before turning back on his scope, he saw a black figure from the corner of his eye.

"Bollocks. We've got movement on our Six." Roach reported. 

"Remember our ROE, Roach. Fire only when fired upon." Price reminded.

"I'll take care of it from here. You go check on that." Ghost said as he turned back to his scope.

"Roger that. Be safe." Roach quickly ran to the direction if the rustling.

He couldn't make out much of the figure, but he was sure enough it was human. He tried to look for areas where the leaves were disturbed but with the wind picking up, he was clueless. Then there it was again, movement. He quickly dashed to it's direction, not wanting to get lost again. His boots slapped the fresh soil as he made his wauy to a clearing.

'Left, right then left by the rocks.' Gary mentally noted his each turn so he could easily remember but when he's chasing someone whom he felt like it doesn't know where it goes, then it's a whole different story.  

Gary was alone in the windy forest, in pursuit of a person who's out on the woods at five in the morning. He wanted to go back but there's something that bothered him and convinced him to keep chasing it.

"Roach, you okay? They're almost in the safehouse." Ghost pointed out.

"Yeah haaaah… I'm still haaaah… hot on its trail." Gary panted. He suddenly turned when he heard a yelp.

"It's a girl. It might be our hostage." he radioed and followed the direction of the sound.

Soft sobs and English curse words could be heard from where Gary emerged. This alerted the injured female and she plead at the British solider.

"Please. I'm not an enemy. I'm I'm- I don't know who I am or where I am… Please. Don't hurt me." She was an American girl, possibly around 20-30 years old and had blonde hair wearing a black tank top and grey sweatpants, there were a few bruises on her arms and she was threatening him with a stick.

"Maam, put down your weapon and calm down. I will not hurt you." he dropped his weapon slowly on the ground stepped forward, his hands both raised.

"Good good. I need help." she whimpered, looking at her sprained ankle.

Gary immediately took his ghillie off and ripped a piece of his sleeves to wrap around the sprain, treating it with something from his medical kit.

"There you go… You're feeling better now? Maam?" Gary accommodated. The unknown blonde nodded in agreement.

"So.. you don't know who you are?" Gary asked.

"All I know is that I'm with another girl, Brunette." she added.

"I located the one out on the woods. She's American but I can't ID her. She's about 20 - 30 years old, short blonde hair." Gary informed.

"Is that Maxine?" Alex and France simultaneously replied over comms.

"Excuse me. Do you go by Maxine?" Gary asked politely. The girl quickly covered her ears and screamed.

"Aaaaaah! My head hurts!" She yelled. Gary was quick enough to cover her mouth as soon as she opened it as to not give away their presence.

"I don't know if that's a yes or a no guys. But that definitely is a reaction." Gary said over the comms. He assisted "Maxine" and lifted her up as he tries to get back to Ghost.

"Thick trees everywhere. Any Idea where you are Ghost?" he asked over the secure radio.

"I'm at the same spot I've been since we got here. Can't you retrace your steps?" he replied.

"I could try." he muttered, carrying an unconscious woman on his shoulders across the jungle.

Next Chapter : Déjà vu

[dreamingwithbts]

New Family - Chapter 20

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!Au; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Female! Reader; Human! Reader, Wolf!Namjoon, Alpaca!Seokjin, Black Panther!Yoongi, Red Fox!Jhope, Corgi Dog!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook.

Summary: After receiving a promotion at work Y/N realizes that she has more free time so she decides to use this time usefully and ends up volunteering in an organization that rescues abused hybrids. What she doesn't know is that this will completely change her life!

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"What do....OMG JIMIN!" I scream seeing the corgi hybrid hurt crying full of blood in front of me. "P....pl...please...help us." He says and he collapses on my arms. "GUYS! HELP ME! GUYS!" I scream from the others scared with Jimin on my arms.

I was screaming with the hurt hybrid on my arms that I didn't notice Yoongi and Namjoon taking the hybrid from my hands to the couch while Jin runs with the medical kit.

"Y/N? What happen?" Hobi asks me serious while Taehyung his hugging me. "Y/N!" Hobi screams. " I don't know! I don't know! I just open the door and he...he passed out on my arms he said Jungkook... OMG JUNGKOOK! HIS IN DANGER!" I scream crying. "Shit!" I heard Yoongi then he, Namjoon and Hobi run out of the door.

"Come on." Tae says helping me from the ground to Jimin. "Here help me." Jin says to us and we helped him with Jimin wounds. "Tae...." We hear Jimin. "I'm here!" Tae says. "Jungkook he...." "Don't worry the others are there." "Okay."

And he all stay in silent waiting for something.

Then Hobi enters in the living room alone, tired and breathing loud.

"What happen?" Jin asks. "His in a bad shape. Namjoon and Yoongi drive him to the organization with the son of a bitch car." "Omg!" Jimin says hugging me crying on my shoulder. "Don't worry sweety! He will be okay!" I say hugging him back and petting his ears to calm him down that seemed to work. "What about him?" Tae asks making all of us look at Hobi. "His unconscious in his house. I called the police their on their way." "Okay I'll stay here with Jimin to talk to them you guys go to the organization." I say still holding Jimin. "I'll stay." Tae says. "Okay you both stay. I'm going with Hobi to help them." Jin says and they both got out of the house. So we seated on the couch waiting for the cops, me still holding a crying injured Jimin and a Taehyung on my shoulder tired almost sleeping. "I hope he'll be fine." "Me too Tae me too." I say kissing his head.

Not long ago we heard the police knock on our door, I get up giving Jimin to Tae since he was shivering, scared. "Hello mam! Are you Y/N owner of Hoseok that called us to report abused hybrids?" "Yes please come in. One of the abused hybrids are here." I say showing him Jimin on the couch.

"Hello I'm Jinyoung Can you tell me your name?" "Ji..min." He says trying to hide himself on Tae. "Okay Jimin can you tell me what happen?" Jinyoung asks making Jimin cry. "Jimin is okay! You can talk! Your safe now!" I say making Jimin calm down by hearing my voice.

"Our owner once a week making us....us go the this smelly dark place with a lot of sc..scary people with a lot of tattoos..... We never knew why he went there all the time bebe..because he always leaves that place angry....but tonight was worse...we got home and he start beating me up but...but Jungkook he...." Jimin starts crying. "He put himself in front of me and master starts beating him strongly so I ran to Y/N and now we are here." Jimin finish with all of us with tears on our eyes.

"That was really brave Jimin! Good job!" Jinyoung says and he turns to me. "Where are the other hybrid?" "My other hybrids drive him to the hybrid organization to be hospitalized." "Good they were smart. We have the suspect in custady now, I think we have enough evidences to put him away." "Thank god. But what happens now?" "Well the adoption will be cancel and they will go to shelter and..." "I want to adopt them!" I say making Jimin look at me shock. "Very well! I'm happy to hear that. For that we need to talk to the organization. Would you like a ride mam?" "Yes please. Thank you officer Jinyoung!"

A few minutes later that looked more like an eternity we finally arrive at the organization, officer Jinyoung enters first with Tae behind and me still holding Jimin.

I see Tae running to the boys that were seating outside looking tired. "Hey." I say making Yoongi look at me and then Jimin and he immediately gets up and hug us both, he starts petting Jimin hears calming him down. "Are you okay?" I ask him. "I'm fine." He says putting his tail around my waist for comfort. "Where is Jin?" Tae asks from his place beside Hobi that feel asleep on him. "His inside helping." "Is Jungkook gonna be okay?" Jimin finally talks. "He will his strong." Yoongi answers him. "Who's that Namjoon is talking too?" "That's officer Jinyoung he is the one who's dealing with this situation.".

"Miss Y/N, I talked to the doctor about the adoption papers and since you know Jackson the adoption was approved. You can adopt them when your ready." Officer Jinyoung says. "Thank you Officer, for everything!" "Just doing my work. I'll take my leave now. Good luck. I hope the other hybrid recover." He says. "Thank you!" We all say and he leaves leaving us seating there, waiting.

"Are you really adopting us?" Jimin asks from my lap almost falling asleep with me playing with his hair. "If you two want yes of course I will." "Thank you." He says and falls asleep. I look at my right at Tae and Hobi sleeping against each other and I look my left seeing Yoongi sleeping against Namjoon that was looking at me smiling. "What?" I ask smiling at him too. "You're amazing." He says making me blush. "Shut up and go to sleep too." I say embarrassed. "I love you." He says and closes his eyes. "I love you too." I say looking at his face falling asleep too.

I start waking up feeling the pain of sleeping on a chair, I look down not felling the heavy hybrid I panic looking around for Jimin. "Jimin!" I call his name. "His fine. He, Tae and Joon went out for some food." I hear Yoongi deep voice and only now I notice Yoongi and Hobi sleeping against me and the other hybrids gone. "Oh. Okay." I say. I get up and I see my tiger hybrid running to me making me smile. "Good morning!" He says hugging me. "Good Morning Tae." I say and I let him go seeing Jimin laughing at us seeming better than yesterday. "Good morning Jimin. How are you feeling?" "Hi Y/N! Better than yesterday. Thank you!" He says hugging me and I see his corgi tail wailing fast and happy.

That's when the doctor comes to us. "Jungkook family?" "Yes." We all say. "He came in a bad shape, we were able to stop the interior bleedings but he was beat up pretty bad, he will have to stay here for a few days." The doctor says and I can feel Jimin taking my hand and squeezing. "But he is stable and will be fine." The doctor finish smiling making us all celebrate and sign in relief.

"Can we see him?" Jimin asks hoping. "Yes but he ask to see Y/N first." The doctor says leaving smiling at us. I look at the others confused and I feel Jimin pushing me to the room smiling saying to me to go.

I enter the room and I see the hybrid bunny severely beat up on the bad all red, purple and black, I go to his side and I take his hands with tears. "Hey Bunny. How are you feeling?" "Hi Y/N. It hurts." "I know sweety I'm sorry!" I say petting is non-injured hear. "How's Jimin?" "His fine don't worry. He wasn't injured bad thanks to you. I'm do proud of you." "Thank you for everything. What's gonna happen to us?" He asks. "I'm gonna adopt you both." I say smiling and he starts crying.

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