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Jeon Jeongguk + 4. We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair 

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It’s your loud, obnoxious, and terrible sounding alarm that wakes you from your deep slumber. Your eyes are still struggling to open as you mindlessly reach for your phone that you know on the bedside table, hoping that you don’t knock something down along the way. It takes several aggressive taps to your phone screen before the blaring stops, and you fall back to the mattress with a loud groan.

Sunlight spills into the room and blinds you when you finally do pry your eyes open. It’s not like you to have forgotten to shut the curtains before going to bed, but perhaps the fact that you don’t remember half of what happened last night tells you that you were probably too wasted to care.

You let your arm fall to the side, but when you land on something that doesn’t quite feel like a pillow, you finally register the other body occupying the space next to you.

Jeongguk.

His hair is peeking out from the blanket. You pull the covers down to his chin to reveal his face. His bottom lip just out in a pout, his cheeks squished against the pillow, and you think you like seeing him like this; up-close, pure, and so much younger. You brush a strand of hair away from his eyes before you can think about it. You freeze when he stirs at your touch, nose scrunching cutely before he slowly opens his eyes. His half-lidded eyes stare back at you, but you think he’s not fully awake enough to make of the situation, or maybe he just doesn’t care.

You shouldn’t care, too. This isn’t the first time you and Jeongguk have shared a bed overnight. And yet, something about his mussed hair and bleary eyes has your heart weak, fond, and a mess all over. It’s a dangerous sight, you think, more dangerous than the numerous times you caught him without a shirt on, unable to tear your gaze away from his sculpted stomach.

“Morning,” he says, voice hoarse and groggy. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

“Gross,” he groans and rubs his eyes. You still can’t stop looking. There’s an urge to cup his cheek with your palm, but you shove it aside before it can fully take over. You still can’t stop looking. He realizes this too. “What? Do I have drool on my face?”

“You don’t.” You turn your body to the side, afraid that if you let him see you any longer he’s going to realize how flushed your cheeks have become.

You let yourself hope that he takes the hint and wraps an arm around your waist, not expecting that he actually does a few seconds later. He murmurs something against the nape of your neck. You couldn’t catch it because you’re too occupied trying to get yourself to relax in his embrace. Your body is hot and you know well that it’s not because of the blanket.

It’s stupid how your heart flutters so easily.

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Safe Haven ~10 ( Hybrid Baby Bangtan/ ot7 )

Words: 2.4K Genre: Fluff with slight Angst, Hybrid! BTS AU Rating: PG-13 Warnings - None Summary: Some days just end up horrible. 

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I checked my watch for the-- most likely-- twelfth time in the past ten minutes I'd been here waiting, all the while tapping my feet to the non-existent music. With a little red-wrapped present sitting idle in front of me, mocking me every time I glance down at it, I bit my lip in consideration.

Was it all even worth it?

Yes. Yes, it was.

He was phenomenal. Everything about him was captivating. From the delicate way, he handled things, to his eye for precision. From the slight hunch to his walk to the mild woody scent he wore. He calmed me, he made me happy and feel like I was more important than just a caregiver. He reminded me that I was more deserving than what I let myself believe. And for that, I was eternally grateful to have met him five years back in a parent-teacher meeting at the Hybrid High for the Gifted.

That is… Until I saw how happy the mated couples, Jin and Hobi were. I had to doubt my own relationship. It wasn't the same, but then again, I was human and incapable of feeling such profound emotions. I wasn't jealous per say. Not of what others in my own home had...or so I have been trying to convince myself. But I know, deep down, in my heart; I've been pining for someone.

Though the kids formed a major part of my world, there's this tiny part of me that longs for someone. Someone more than family, someone more than a friend. Shaking my head from negative thoughts, I looked around the once bustling cafe. A few patrons huddled together like penguins near the window. They looked adorable in their pastel clothes, while I had been constantly wearing mostly black and grey tones for the past few months, reflecting my dark mood. 

Guess Monday mornings weren't as busy of an affair as other days. The students and office workers choosing a more commercial setting over the quaint cafe making it harder for the little businesses around in town. The bittersweet aroma of coffee beans helped soothe my jittery nerves yet the mere idea of being stood up eating away what little patience I'd had. But I trusted my instincts. 

He seemed good enough. He was good enough. He had a beautiful soul, he was someone I could envision myself spending rest of my life with. And… Yes. 

I'd been dating guys. For a while now. But nothing seemed to quite work. For the most part, it was mostly because of me. I was dating guys to distract myself, to tell myself I needed someone. But did I really? Not exactly. I couldn't back then. The boys were of utmost priority to me. I didn't have enough money or time to spend on myself neither did I have the energy to motivate myself enough to actually put an effort in it. For the most part, my heart wasn't truly into it. And I'd decided not to ever do something that my heart didn't want but my brain thought it's a good idea. It probably never is. 

Sighing, I shook my head and glared at my watch for moving too slow. And just then I caught a glimpse of bright orange, bordering on neon; pass by the window. Blinking once, twice, thrice… I was flabbergasted. Who'd in this day and age choose to wear something that colorful? Were they trying to replace the traffic signal? Or signal the bears to hunt them? 

And then it clicked. It was him. And something was wrong. He wouldn't just be late, neither would he be running across the street, away from me. Letting my half-eaten croissant and a cold cup previously hot cocoa to fend for themselves; I dashed across the checkerboard tiled floor, merely escaping from crashing into strangers and the many trays and cups they carried. Skidding to half with an audible screech from my heels, guaranteeing their demise-- I looked around for a sign of bright orange but couldn't spot anything, anywhere at all. 

The door to the cafe shut behind me with a bang. Startled, I yelped and closed my eyes as every eye was staring at me in exasperation and angry frowns. I know, that wasn't quite polite of me in this early of a morning. But I sure had my reasons! 

Biting my lips, I looked to my right. As far as I could. And spotted a tiny crowd forming just across the street and sure enough, he was there. With a new purpose, I almost glided across the street. With angry stomps, of course. 

I was mad. Not really, I was mostly just concerned, and... I don't even know what I was feeling at the moment. But it was frustrating. He didn't even bother telling me. Was chasing someone and standing in a crowd so important? I waited for about an hour! Or maybe less… It sure felt like an hour to me. 

As I reached him. I blinked once, twice, even thrice and proceeded to even wipe my eyes! And yet, the sight before me was no different. He had beautiful snow like ears. And no, it wasn't just the colour, it was in how soft and fluffy the looked. My fingers were trembling from restraining myself, lest I touched him when he clearly hid his ears from the entire world for nearly half a decade. I wondered if he even was aware that his identity was there to see by everyone. 

Did it matter? Or was I the only one who didn't know he wasn't completely human. 

And his eyes! They were shining like molten silver. Intense and oh so fiery. And the reason was staring him in the eyes, their gaze solemn and defeated as they laid on the ground whimpering. 

It reminded me why I had an immense crush on him in the first place. It was those eyes. They demanded attention. They demanded so many things… as soon as they were focused on you. Maybe I spoke to soon. Cause the next thing I knew, those shining eyes were focused right on me. I felt rooted to the spot, unable to even form a smile. I just stared at him as he raised his right eyebrow and slowly blinked-- just like a certain cat I was overly familiar with back at home. 

I was about to blink back, smile at him too, that is… Until my eyes focused on the well-manicured ruby red talons on his arm which were showing absolutely no signs of letting go anytime soon. I was… Confused. Did he perhaps… Save her? Was that why she was clinging onto him? There sure was a crowd forming, and a supposed --criminal-- on the streets being glared at. Or was this something else entirely? I just couldn't blame him. He was gorgeous, who wouldn't want to glue themselves onto him. 

But… Why today? Why when he was supposed to be with me? 

We aren't official the little voice in my head sure knew what I needed to hear. Sure, we weren't. And he was open to dating more people until he knew who the “the one” for him. But At Least, I deserved to know if I was being stood up. 

A sharp pang of pain went through my chest. Past insecurities bubbling up on the surface. I couldn't keep the eye contact I'd held with him any longer. Everything around me began to be blurred.

Tears. I was crying over a man who knew me for a little over five years and yet kept silent after making me wait an hour like a fool. Wiping under my eyes, I took a step back. And then another. Watching how his stance changed. Watching how his shoulders sagged. And then, I shook my head. I didn't want him closer. I didn't want his scent on me. I didn't want to hear his voice. My traitorous heart couldn't take it if he made some excuses. I wasn't strong enough. Not now. Not when my mind was absolute chaos. I needed to think. I needed a moment before my thoughts drowned me and I had already taken the dive. I just needed to breathe, I just had to breathe. 

“Y/N! Wait…” He screamed. And as if my body was on little strings and he was the puppeteer; my feet stopped on their own accord and I looked him in the eyes once again. The same anguish reflected on his face that probably mirrored mine.

 “Why…?” 

Did you not come, did you even remember? Did you even care? Did you even want to see me? Do I even matter? A plethora of questions flashed my mind and how I wished I could say out loud, but my lips were tied as he enveloped me in his warm embrace, his caffeine induced sweater a warm welcome to my frantic nerves. His every breath calming my mind and helping me breathe. When he tried letting me go, I shouldn't have held onto him tighter, I should have been the one to let go first. But my arms had a mind of their own and they clutched onto him tighter. My ears didn't want to hear the people gasping around and leaving the scene. I didn't want to hear how the girl right behind his back was cursing at him. I didn't want to see anything. Just a little more, and I can let him go. 

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I'd… I...I am...” He whispered in a resigned tone. His voice huskier from holding back tears, perhaps? Was I hurting him that much? Or was he reflecting my emotions? 

“Why?” I murmured into his sweater, hoping he would tell me it was nothing but a huge misunderstanding. 

“I found her. She's my mate. I...” I couldn't hear anything more. My ears were ringing. My heart drumming inside my head. And just one word and an image flashed across my mind. 

Mate. They were mates. 

Of course. 

He was a hybrid. He'd have one. One that isn't me. I was never a priority. I never would probably be. It was like a splash of ice cold water over my head. I… Couldn’t take it anymore. Stepping back from his embrace as he continued whispering apologies. I hoped they were apologies. I shook my head and somehow managed a smile. Barely. I'm sure it was faker than the mistletoes hanging around every Christmas. Chuckling to myself, at my own luck, I looked up to the sky. How was I supposed to know? How am I supposed to react? Do I just say ‘it's okay, congratulate him, and what? Move on?’ 

It wasn’t that easy. I wasn't as strong. I'd only started to let myself fall for him. His eyes, his scent, his voice. The way he said my name, the way he always wore mismatched shoes, or how he sometimes ate with his left hand instead of right. How he liked ketchup over scrambled eggs and how he hated fries without seasoning. He was adorable in every way. And yet so strong. So determined. So... Lovely. 

And yet… It wasn't me. I wasn't the one he waited for. I wasn't the one he saved. I wasn't the one he loved. “Did you ever…” choking back a sob, I looked to the side. His eyes too intense for me. “love me?” 

“I still do. I love you, Y/N!” He shook his head and with a giant step, was towering over me once again. I felt so small. I felt like he was about to swallow my entire being. He shouldn't have said that. He was lying. Why was he lying? 

“But I just found her today, and my heart feels confused. I need time to figure things out. Please… I’m just as torn as you are. Believe me.” 

“Lies. All lies.” I bit my trembling lips. “I have seen mates. Nothing is instant. You don't even realize until you've spent enough time. You're lying!” I snarled. Panting, I shut my eyes. I didn't want to see him anymore. So what if I wasn't a hybrid. I have seen Jin and hoseok with their mates so often, I know what it's like. It's them and their flaunting of how sweet relations are that I had found a sweet escape. And yet….

“Noona!” 

My chaotic mind was finally at rest. And this time, it was because of Namjoon. I was glad somehow. And a bit annoyed. He must have followed me. A kind, gentle hand encircled my shoulder and pulled me into a warm chest. From his scent alone, I could tell it was Jimin. Smiling to myself, I didn't bother turning back. 

“I know how much a mate means to a person. Keep her happy.” 

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“Whaf ‘appened?” Jungkook asked with his mouth stuffed with marshmallows. Now I know where they went. It wasn't Jimin. It was kookie who stole it all. 

“Bad day. Come here.” Extending my arms, I waited till he came closer and then held him by the ear. Even though it was soft and silky, and I was yearning to pet them, I refrained myself. 

“Why did you lie when I asked the other day?” I asked sternly. Trying my best not to smile as I watched him squirm. 

“Yeah! It wasn't me, Noona! See…” Jimin piped up from behind. 

“I know now.” Smiling, I let go of Jungkook’s now pink flushed ears and ruffled Jimin’s hair until his pout turned to a smile only for it to drop as soon as Yoongi entered the room. 

There was always slight tension between the two ever since they entered puberty. I just hoped it didn't last too long.

“So…” 

Looking around, I spotted the flier Namjoon had collected a while back and smirked. 

“How about we order in today?” A chorus of excited yeses made me smile. 

Some things never change. And I couldn't be happier. This was my own safe Haven. Nothing. Absolutely nothing would damage it. I'd always be happy and safe, as long as the boys were with me. They would be. Won't they?

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Safe Haven ~9 ( Hybrid Baby Bangtan/ ot7 )

Words: 1K

Genre: Fluff with slight Angst, Hybrid! BTS AU

Rating: PG-13

Warnings - None

Summary: Grown up Yoongi on his first audition

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“Number 182624” Called out a shrill voice from behind the glass panels, her eyes large and sunken hidden under at least three lays of black mascara. 

“Here” Raising my left hand, making absolutely sure my ears and tail were well hidden under the huge hoodie I borrowed from Seokjin hyung; I walked with a limp towards the counter. I hoped the bright smile I was sporting to hide my nervousness didn't give off a constipated look or I'd be doomed. 

“Identification.” the shrill voiced girl murmured as she stared at me with a bored expression. 

I get it, she had to go through hundreds of candidates for auditions. It must be utterly boring. But if she's getting paid, she could make a little effort not to look as if a dementor suckled her soul dry. 

Rummaging through my pockets, I looked up with an embarrassed half smile and shrugged. I'd forgotten. I was doomed. 

"Hey! What's the hold up?" A deep voice called out behind me. Judging from his frowned lips and wrinkled brows, he was clearly annoyed. And rightfully so. I was causing a huge line behind me. I'd not realized how long I'd been looking for the papers.

Bowing to my waist while muttering multiple apologies under my breath and hiding my blushing fire truck cheeks; I hightailed it out of the now suffocating white clinical room. At least, I attempted to.

I would have too. If only lady luck had smiled down on me today. As I walked towards the exit with as much dignity as I could muster in my jelly like feet, I tripped on someone's foot which I'm absolutely certain they placed there on purpose; and fell on quite the soft surface only to notice it was a generous chest of a furious lady.

Between being slapped, scratched, kicked and punched straight onto my left eye socket; I somehow managed to expose my ears and my bound tail. Which promptly got me kicked out with a blacklist for all branches of the company.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, my body sagged and shoulders drooped. I felt miserable. Though it was just my first try, it all went horribly wrong and I didn't want to face anybody right now. Not to recall what went down in there. Everyone lied. Nobody tolerated hybrids. Prejudiced people were everywhere and they made sure we felt miserable.

Noona lied. Ever her. I had no chance.

“You look like death.” Jimin commented with a smile I didn't return and his dropped only to be replaced by a frown and a look I couldn't quite decipher. I could tell without looking that his ears were drooping like wisteria blossoms. I could feel his sadness in waves and it stung knowing I was the cause.

“That bad?” He tried again. At my single nod, he probably guessed I'm in a bad mood and walked behind me. A couple steps away. Smiling bitterly to myself, I plugged in my earplugs and hummed a familiar tune all while enjoying the white landscape around me. What a way to begin a new year.

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 “This isn't the way home.” Jimin asked with an agitated voice as I turned the corner on the fifth street. “No, it isn't.” I deadpanned and continued walking with a limp to my steps.

“But… Yoongi-Hyung..”

“Jimin I’m…”

As soon as I noticed Jimin flinch back with wavering eyes, I took a step back and closed my eyes.

“I'm hurt. Let's go to the hospital first.” I whispered, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions. “Text noona. She's going to read it all eventually. I don't want to panic her.”

Nodding, he followed me once again. This time, by my side, and that made me feel so much lighter. He should have known I'm not violent. But I suppose being a stronger cat myself, he can't help feeling intimidated by me.

The past ten years since we have been living with noona was mostly a warm cocoon of comfort and love. And, since we were now old enough and had our hearts fixed where they belong; it was getting harder to find our way back home.

Both Jin and Hobi had found their mates. And the rest of us found our solace in music. Jin had a passion for theater and Hobi for dance and that's exactly how they found their mates. And… caused a huge dispute and silent resentment between us all for the past six months. Things weren't the same. Noona felt left out and we felt jealous.

Nothing felt right anymore and we all acted as if everything was fine. But truly, nothing really was. Our relationships had turned bitter and the innocence was long gone. Yet, we pretended. For Jungkook’s sake.

For noona’s sake.

I just hoped she didn't find out how we each held some form of resentment for the other. Sighing, I looked up at the glass walled building before me. The hospital for humans and their hybrids. Funny how it implied that we were owned pets and not individuals. We could never be free. We would always be bound. Be it by a human or a mate.

As soon as I stepped into the building, I crushed into a soft tiny pillar that engulfed me like a little koala. By its scent itself, I could tell it posed me no threat. If anything, it was absolutely terrified.

And the second thing I noticed was that it was Y/n. Her distinct scent of home and food following her wherever she went.

“Noona…?” I asked, holding onto her just as tight. “How'd you get here?”

“I was here to collect your regular checkup results and come watch you when I received text from Jimin…” pulling back, she inspected my face and winced. I probably looked like a racoon by now.

“saying you were done and heading here for some more checkup.” Raising her brows she shook her head with pursed lips. “Did it ever occur to you, that you'd need signatures from me to get treatment?” Smirking, she patted my shoulder as I gritted my teeth not to let the pain show.

She didn't need to know the extent of my injuries. Not now. Not ever. If anything, I'll prove everyone, her and myself, that hybrids despite having deeper emotions are capable of writing beautiful songs for both hybrid and human audiences.

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