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nunchiimagines · 3 years ago

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Choco Bun: 7

Choco Syrup

— Summary: When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: SMUT….just unfiltered, unedited SMUT....AGAIN, Unprotected sex…please use protection!!!, jealousy, a very poorly written fight scene (lol), fluff, breeding kink

— Word Count: 6.5k

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**AUTHORS NOTE** PLEASE READ!!!!!

CHAPTER 7 IS FINALLY HERE AFTER IDK HOW LONG! The whole chapter is sex…again...but the ending has a cute important part I guess lol… Finally the last few member have been written! Yay! Again please forgive any awkward smut parts, misspellings, and the like. I’m rethinking writing smut scenes from now on tbh because they’re kinda the reason it’s taking so long to get pieces out and to come up with ideas. I will come back and edit properly at some point...maybe. Again, this chapter also doesn’t utilize the actual title…I’ll (also) comeback to figure out how to put it in (maybe...probably). Thanks for waiting so long and being patient. It has become VERY difficult to get writings out. Regardless, please enjoy! :)

P.S. There is only 1 chapter left before Choco Bun is over! Chapter 8 will be the last chapter and it will probably be very short lol.

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“Use your words, love.” Jin whispered into your ear as he bucked his hips into yours.

You mewled loudly, tightening your arms around Jin’s neck as he slowly continued his actions. Your cheeks were on fire and your heartbeat palpitated so loudly you could hear it through your ears. You buried your face in the juncture of his neck out of embarrassment, Jin noticing quickly and laughing unapologetically.

“My love, we're the only ones in the bedroom right now, there’s no need to be so shy.”

“B-But when you..ahhh~ when you say things like that I...ehhhh~ I can’t help it.” you attempted to explain, moaning from each hip thrust.

You knew damn well Jin was doing this on purpose. Every time you tried to talk he would intentionally buck his hips a little bit harder to hear you mewl or stutter. It drove him crazy when he could feel his cock twitch deep in between your folds, especially after each thrust. It only added to the lust evident in his deep blue eyes, him wanting to commit everything before him to memory.

Just as you both were in the middle of your moment, the alarm clock went off, signaling Jin’s current time with you over. He had a meeting scheduled with an important Italian client and could not afford to miss it. He sighed in slight annoyance, reaching over to halt the disruption.

You looked up at him with doe-like eyes, face flushed and lips pouty. Jin stilled for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty, his heart aching at the thought of leaving you here by yourself. No words were shared, almost as if you both were communicating silently.

You smiled sheepishly at the man, boldly lifting your arm to trace gentle touches over his smooth elongated horns. He leaned into your soft touches, enjoying the feel of you brushing against such a sensitive part of him. Eventually, you spoke up, bringing him back to reality.

“Jin, we can always come back to this when you're ready. I'll be here waiting for you.” you said, beaming at him.

He hummed lazily, contemplating for a brief moment before a mischievous grin played upon his plush lips.

“No. I want you here and now. I want to fulfill our moment together before I leave.”

“If that will make you happy, then I’d love to. But...you won’t be late right?” you asked with slight concern.

He shook his head dismissively, caressing your cheek with the palm of his large soft hand.

“No worries love. I’ve been far too eager to make love to you for a while so I don’t think there’s

much to worry about. Just let me make you feel good.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a surge of excitement, eagerness, and love coursing through you. He felt you clench around him, a devious smirk appearing as a result. He placed his lips on yours as he started moving his hips again. Each thrust slowly quickened until he was pounding into your heat at a perfect rhythm. He was on his knees while your hips were up against his, back inclining from the bedspread. He hit deep within you and it felt so good your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“J-Jin~ Ahhhh~ I-I I’m gonna...eh~ I’m about to- Ahhhh!”

“Good baby, go ahead. Cum. Let me feel you tighten around me.” he growled.

Your release hit you hard as Jin continued to ride you out. Eventually his own hips began to stutter and then he slowly began to still, the all too familiar bulge expanding deep within you. It felt so good being knotted by these men, almost like it was a special moment of bonding only shared between you and them. When he was completely expanded, you both stayed in your position for a moment, waiting for it to be released.

“H-Hey, Jin?”

“Hmm?” he said, barely budging from his spot.

“I think we forgot to take into consideration how long your knot will take to release.”

“A little late now.” he said, with a slight chuckle.

You giggled at that, agreeing with his statement. But the melodic noise was cut short when Jin started to hiss. You apologized frantically, forgetting that sudden movements while knotting can be a bit painful for them. 10 minutes had passed and finally his knot exploded, the thick cum being caught in the condom. Unfortunately, you both felt a slight popping, quickly realizing the condom had bursted inside of you. You mewled at how warm it was when it leaked out and touched your walls. Once again, the thought of their semen inside of you makes you soar with joy.

“Shit, sorry babe. These condoms aren't very efficient for knotting.” he apologized.

You shook your head, still lost in the euphoric feeling of his knot still releasing inside of you.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” you admitted.

Jin just smirked at you, caressing your face once more.

“Oh~ Does someone like being filled with our future kin? The thought of breeding makes you happy, huh? What a good little mate you are. So obedient and full of our seed. Is that why you let jhope fuck you raw? So that you could be stuffed with his babies?”

His words started to turn you on but you felt oddly embarrassed too. Your lack of denial was enough to make Jin smile at you, internally admitting how happy that’d make him if you ended up pregnant. However, he realized he could no longer continue teasing you and eventually pulled out. You mewled again, your ears now falling limp from exhaustion. Jin made sure the condom was completely discarded and was about to aid you in cleaning up. However, you gently denied his help, urging him to get going.

“But love, what about you?”

“Mmm~ I’ll be okay. I kinda just want to sit here for a bit. Also, I don't want you to be any more late than you already are. I promise, I’ll be fine.” you said, interlacing your fingers together.

Jin eyed you one last time for confirmation, waiting to see if you’d change your mind. When you didn't, he caved and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“If there’s anything you need, do not hesitate to call any of us. I’d dry up the entire ocean for you.”

You giggled at him, he laughing back at you in return.

“If you were to do that, that’d cause a lot of problems for a lot of people.”

“Yeah, maybe. But for you, anything~!”

You two shared one last laugh before eventually separating. Jin was always good at taking care of you. He was by far one of the more gentle ones, SUGA following shortly after. He practically lived on aftercare so you knew it hurt him when he couldn’t do so this time.

When you finally gained enough motivation to get up, you felt all of Jin’s cum sliding down your thighs. It was weird, almost as if you were peeing on yourself and you weren’t a fan. You immediately waddled to the shower. When you were fully clean, you changed the bedding and got dressed for today. You had the day off but the guys had to still go into work. That meant you had free time all to yourself.

You didn’t really do much however. You felt odd being in such a huge mansion, its vastness felt more lonely than anything else. It was cold and isolating and you’d do just about anything to keep your mind off it. You had spent much of your personal time throughout your life alone and it never really bothered you. However, in moments like this, you admitted that you missed being in the presence of one of the seven loves of your life.

To help keep your mind from roaming into a territory of thoughts that would sour your mood, you made your way to the kitchen. With express permission from the head chef and his staff, you were allowed to experiment with drinks and designs. Luckily for you, you had a plethora of individuals more than willing to taste test for you. This was a tremendous aid to how you were feeling earlier and on top of that you got to bond with many staff members you hadn't met prior.

A few hours had passed and you had received a sudden text message, the vibrations from your phone slightly startling you as you began cleaning up. When you pulled out the small device, you were very surprised to see Jungkook’s name pop up. He had asked if you’d be willing to stop by the gym at the work building and drop off some materials he had left in his room. They were essential for his trainee today and completely forgot to bring them along with. You immediately complied, excited to finally see Jungkook, as you hadn’t really had a chance to interact with him much since the start of the Moon Phasing.

Based on the description in his text, you found the materials and were driven to the work building by none other than Mr. Choi. You talked to one another as usual and departed on friendly terms after he aided in bringing the box into the building and onto a cart. You had a bit of an extra pep to your step, excitement elevating your mood as you were entering somewhere new within the walls of the vast building. You hadn’t actually been to JK’s gym studio before and you felt really eager to bear witness to him working at hand.

As you pushed the cart to the elevator and rode it all the way to the designated floor, you wheeled it out in the hallway where loud clanking and thudding could be heard. It sounded just like the metal scrapping from the heavy weights and the hard thumping from the cushioned mats. No matter where you are, every gym always sounds the same.

No one was stationed at the front desk so you took it upon yourself to head in. As you wheeled the cart a bit further down the hallway, you were exposed to a large window that allowed for people to look into a small section of the gym. This was clearly where all the noise was coming from as this was the weight room and there were several people inside. Some were hybrids and the rest were human. You became a bit hesitant at first, not being able to decipher who any of the individuals were, but you swallowed hard and entered the room anyway.

No one really paid attention to you at first, too absorbed in their own routine. But your scent eventually caught the attention of one of the lingering hybrids. He looked like a wolf of some kind, canine for sure. His ears perked up and his eyes darted towards you immediately. There was a predatory look deep within his yellow irises as he refused to stop staring at you. Your immediate response was to get defensive, your inner rabbit instinctively going into turbo mode at the sight of a threatening being.

The man smirked and licked his lips, eyeing you up and down with no shame evident in his features. Your skin crawled and you felt your blood run cold. You didn’t want to turn your back towards him but you no longer wanted to be trapped in his gaze. You put your head down and maneuvered as best you could to the back of the room where an office lay. He saw you trying to leave and felt the need to follow after you. You noticed this and began panicking, leaving behind the cart in the process for fear of your well being.

You weren’t entirely sure what made you dart in the direction you were going but something inside you screamed that your safety was imminent if you went there, even if the canine hybrid was close on your heels. Thankfully, it didn’t take long to realize why you felt that way as JK was coming out of the room shortly before you reached the doors. He didn’t notice you at first so when you barreled into his toned arms, burying your face into his chest, he was a bit more than taken aback.

“Babe, what's wrong?” he asked, all his focus on you.

You stayed silent and pushed further against his chest instinctively. He could smell the rise in your anxiety and immediately looked up at the lingering figure before him. It was Taewon.

Taewon is a 29 year old Mackenzie Valley Wolf hybrid. He’s tall, muscular, and very strong. His hair is an ashy blonde and his eyes are sharp with a bright yellow color. Because wolf hybrids are just as affected by the moon as dragon hybrids are, Taewon is currently in a state where breeding is a strong innate priority. That being said, unlike most of his kind at his age, his position as an idol has made it hard for him to find a mate without losing a vast majority of his fans. So when he goes too long without sexual activity, his mind tends to single out the most acceptable individual in his sights, one that his inner wolf craves. And that was you.

Many of these facts are solely the reason why JK was allowed to work with him during this time frame. JK, having understood exactly what Taewon is going through, knows how to keep him in check and out of trouble. Many ways to reduce the urges he feels under the influence of the moon is to exercise. What JK wasn’t expecting was for you to walk in with Taewon here. There should’ve been someone waiting out front for you as planned and the fact that there wasn’t, irritated him. But right now, his priorities were elsewhere. They were on you.

“Can I help you with something Taewon?” JK asked calmly.

Though he sounded normal, his eyes told a completely different story. JK made no hesitation in keeping an arm around you tightly, giving clear indication that Taewon was not allowed to come any closer. Most would’ve backed down by now but Taewon was a different story.

The slightly older wolf hybrid just smirked and glazed over the tight grip JK held on you. He chuckled just before scoffing.

“That little bunny yours?” he asked nonchalantly.

“What of it?”

“Didn’t know you were hiding such a tasty little snack. Do your big brothers know about her?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Hahaha, c’mon man! Someone like that can’t possibly be kept all to yourself. You and your

brothers share everything don’t you? I’m sure you’ve all had a round our two at fucking her

brains out.”

“Taewon. Don’t push it.”

“Hey, no need to get all feisty on me! I was just wondering if I could take a few rounds myself.

Ya know, with the moon fucking up eveything you’d be doing me a real solid letting me have a go at her. I’d even pay you extra.”

“You come anywhere near her and I’ll rip your fucking throat out myself.”

“Oooh~ look at the balls on you! Why so sensitive? It’s not like she’s marked and if she was, it’s not by your dumbass. Therefore, she’s up for grabs.”

At that point JK saw red. His blood was boiling and his heart was racing. He removed you from his arms and punched as hard as he felt appropriate into the jawline of Taewon without it causing serious damage. There was a loud thwack, so loud in fact that the other individuals opposite of your location went quiet and became alert.

Taewon fell hard to the floor with a loud thud. He spit out blood from his mouth, the indication of a bruise already forming in the area JK’s fist made contact with his face. As expected, Taewon didn’t take too kindly to that and was gearing up to retaliate. Luckily, just before he even had a chance, one of Taewon’s managers called out to him, reprimanding the wolf hybrid instantly without so much as an issue.

This man was shorter, bulkier, and resembled a rhino. Which is exactly what he is. You later found out that this was Mr. Woo and that he’s Taewon’s manager. It made sense logically to have someone strong enough to restrain someone like Taewon as his manager. In that moment, you thanked your lucky stars for Mr. Woo’s presence.

The other staff members came rushing over and aided in removing Taewon away from you both. When he was finally out of the immediate vicinity, the remaining staff bowed apologetically to JK and explained they were taking him elsewhere to cool off. JK approved of this and accepted the apology, but there was still a lingering anger deep within his eyes.

When everyone had officially left the gym, JK turned to you, that same anger still evident in his eyes.

Your long rabbit ears flattened as you backed up, your back hitting the wall behind you. JK took no hesitation in trapping you against it, his arms caging around your body. You didn’t realize that you had momentarily stopped breathing due to the tension filled within the air or how quickly you tensed up.

He dipped his head down close to your face and lingered around your neck. No words were shared yet, only a sudden squeak when you felt his tongue dart across your neck. Your reaction encouraged him to continue his actions, opting to suck on the sweet part of your neck more. A hickey was definitely going to form now. Your mewls eventually turned to moans as JK began pushing his hips deeper into yours, a slight friction from his thrusting making you shiver under his touch. You were only in a long sundress and he was in those god forsaken grey sweatpants, both material thin enough for you to feel his hardened member rubbing against your throbbing core.

“J-JK~...”

“Shouldn’t we...g-go somewhere else? S-Somewhere more...ah-ahhhh!”

JK thrusted his hips harder on purpose, forcing you to cease speaking intelligibly.

“What? Somewhere more private? Not today babe. We’re going to do something a bit riskier.”

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

JK just chuckled and removed himself from you. He gestured for you to follow, which is exactly what you did. You both made your way over to the other side of the gym, the side that Taewon and his group were at. He stood by one of the weight lifting benches, grabbed a wet wipe, and began cleaning down the area. You watched in slight confusion as he thoroughly cleaned the area. Afterwards he repositioned the bench to where it looked kinda like a slightly reclining chair.

When he was done adjusting it to the position he wanted it, he promptly slid both his sweatpants and boxers down just low enough for his thick cock to spring out. He sat down where both his legs were on either side of the bench and leaned back, eyeing you with a beastial look. Your mouth began to water and you instinctively squeezed your legs together. Your face felt like it was on fire as you tried hard not to stare at his veiny and thick dick. You couldn’t remember if any of the others were as large as JK and something about that made your hormones rage uncontrollably. JK could tell.

He smirked and wanted to play around with you more but knew you all were running out of time. He motioned for you to come to him and you obeyed instantly. He began gliding his hands up your thighs and helped pull your panties down. Afterwards, he hiked your dress up and aided in you standing over him. He guided your hips down where he slowly spread your pussy lips and stuffed you full with his cock, nothing short of a moan coming from you as it happened.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, waiting for you to become adjusted to him.

You nodded your head, desperately trying to maintain your sanity from this euphoric feeling.

“B-But why are we doing this?” you asked innocently.

JK just laughed, slowly thrusting upwards as you began gripping his shoulders to keep steady.

“This bench is Taewon’s favorite one. He uses it every time he comes here because it’s closer to the windows. A lot of females come down here and he always feels the need to show off and boost his ego. So as punishment for touching you, for touching what isn’t his, I’m going to fuck you into euphoria right here and right now so he can commit to memory who you rightfully belong to.”

JK began to thrust himself more thoroughly into you as you straddled his hips. The way the skin slapping echoed thoughtlessly throughout the room somehow turned you on a bit more. The way your thighs and fluffy tail bounced and jiggled was a beautiful sight to behold in JK’s eyes and he kept his eyes trained on that for quite some time.

“P-Please....please don’t stare..” you whimpered.

“My love, you are so fucking beautiful. All of this...” he said, slapping your ass and gripping it.

“This is the most beautiful creation I’ve ever seen. And I can proudly call all of this mine. All of

you, inside and out, it's all mine and it’s selfish but I don’t care because I love you.”

He kept thrusting, over and over again. You tried to keep up but he got so insanely fast paced that you ended up leaning against him in the peak of his motions. You failed at keeping your voice lowered as the tip of his cock found your sweet spot, ramming it over and over until your release hit. It wasn’t long after that he was reaching his own release and after a few more rounds of thrusting, his pace slowly died down, the all too familiar bulge expanding within you. You didn’t dare to move for fear of hurting him like you did Jin but he had such a tight death grip on you, you weren’t even sure if you could move even if you wanted to.

After some time the bulge finally expelled itself, the warmth filling your insides slowly. JK began petting your head, lulling you into his warmth and comfort in the process. Your face still felt flushed and you were still a bit embarrassed by “this” idea of public display of affection. In that moment you thanked the fact that no one was around and also that JK couldn’t bear witness to it. Speaking of, you both were silent still. It was a comfortable silence but you did ponder if he was ever going to explain himself. You knew why, of course, but you wanted to hear him admit he was jealous.

“I don’t think...I’d ever get enough of you, my love.” he finally said.

You giggled, your face feeling flushed once more.

“You’re so silly. But...I feel...the same way.” you said trailing off shyly.

JK’s chest rumbled against your cheek, a hearty laugh leaving his lips as he squeezed you in a tight embrace. When he released you, he grasped your face in between his large hands and admired your cheeks being squished.

“You’re so cute ya know?” he said laughing, messing with your cheeks further.

“Kookie~!” you whined.

He laughed some more and eventually stopped, this time playing with a lock of your hair and tracing his fingers over your jawline. You looked back up at him, this time with more courage than before. You two became lost in eachother, mesmerized by one another through admiration. At least until there was a slight cough. You both perked up, heads whipping quickly in the direction of the noise.

Standing there in all his glory was none other than Kim Namjoon, or, as everyone was instructed to call him, RM. Your face felt like it was on fire and you desperately tried to cover up the parts of you that were exposed, which wasn’t much really. Regardless, that didn’t stop you from being embarrassed. JK looked more surprised than anything else and waved happily to RM with that cute smile of his. You side eyed him briefly, unsure of how he could be so nonchalant about this. Unfortunately, your thoughts were ripped away from you when you noticed the massive tear in your dress.

“Why am I not surprised by you?” RM asked, directing the question at JK.

“I have a perfectly good explanation for this.” JK stated.

“I’m sure you do.”

RM made a beeline for you, unbuttoning his suit jacket before reaching you. He draped the article of clothing over the torn part of your dress, having noticed it when you did. You silently thanked him while holding an apologetic look. He stroked your cheek in hopes of calming your nerves down, having no ill will towards your previous actions with JK. Though he was a bit irritated with JK for putting you in a vulnerable position, he was far from upset at all, especially with you.

As JK was explaining himself, RM was half listening as he was aiding in removing you. Just as you stood up, all three of you managed to lay your eyes on how JK’s cock slid out of you, a stream of his cum following shortly after. Your face reddened and the other two layed mesmerized by it.

“F-Fuck…” JK mewled, feeling himself get turned on again.

You instinctively tried to cover yourself up and continued to get off on your own. You hadn’t taken notice but RM had stilled, eyes clouded with an unmistakable lust as he tried to maintain self-control. JK caught on and chuckled, even after RM glared at him. When you were done covering yourself up you were met with an invitation to RM’s hand. You took it without question but you were unsure where you were going.

“JK, clean up before anyone sees you. And if you’re going to do something like...this, make sure you don’t put her in an awkward position next time.” RM chastised.

“Hahaha, yeah I got it. Sorry Y/n.”

You smiled and nodded, accepting his apology before following RM out the door. You threw JK one last wave and smile before disappearing, him treasuring it and offering one back at you.

Your walk with RM was oddly and eerily silent. Though he showed numerous times that he was not upset with you, you still felt that something was off. You both made your way all the way to the elevator, up to the top floor, past a few busy workers, and straight into RM’s office. He ensured the door was shut just before securing the lock and then led you towards a room you had never noticed before.

“You have a shower in here?” you asked surprised.

RM just chuckled as he navigated his way to the linen closet to grab some towels and other necessary supplies for the shower. He handed them to you and turned the shower water on. You just watched without question, mesmerized by how gorgeous and huge this bathroom was.

“Go ahead and clean up. I’ll have someone bring in extra clothes for you.” he said, pulling you from thought.

You looked up at him, cocking your head slightly. RM seemed almost fascinated by this and observed with an unexplainable curiosity.

“Won't you be joining me too?” you asked with innocence, unaware of what you were implying.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn't a bit taken aback by this. In fact, he needed a couple of seconds to fully register what it was you just said to him. The elongated pause started to make you worry as it almost seemed as if RM ceased functioning in front of you.

“RM? Are you okay? You don’t have-” you asked, almost concerned.

“I’ll join.” he interjected immediately, cutting you off before you could reclaim your offer.

There was no way in hell he was going to miss out on such an opportunity, especially when you were the one to initiate it. Such occurrences were rare given your shy nature and he wasn’t about to falter on this. What stroked his pride even more was the relieved and almost excited look on your face when he agreed. You were ruining him. Dear god you were ruining him.

You two situated yourselves before entering the shower. RM had noticed how less reserved you were about your naked body being seen by him and for some reason that turned him on even more. Despite that, though, there was still slight hesitation. He could tell you had never done something like this before and you were trying to get out of your comfort zone. You were too cute for your own good.

The hot water felt good hitting both of your bodies, the warmth cascading down your curves and entering the crevices that formed on your figure. RM felt entranced, following the paths the beads of water would make on your skin as they disappeared into your more intimate areas. The blood rushed to his cock, the shaft hardening with each wave of lust that washed over him. It took everything in him to not start taking you from behind. But then you, once again, surprised him with your actions.

You turned around and looked at him, your eyes instantly landing on his fully hardened member. You looked at it hungrily for a brief moment before shying away with a blush staining your cheeks. RM watched you, waiting to see what you were going to do next. You were playing with your fingers, trying to muster as much courage as possible to look him in his eyes and admit what was on your mind.

“Would you...like me to help with that?” you asked somewhat timidly, desperately trying to be brave.

RM raised a brow, a slight smirk appearing.

“Love, are you wanting to give me a blowjob?” he said teasingly.

“Yes.”

The smirk was much more evident this go round. He caressed your face, thumb gracing your soft cheek as he studied your features. His eyes roamed down to your lips, imagining that small mouth of yours wrapped snugly around his cock. He shamelessly fantasized about this very moment more times than he cared to admit, his hand having to be used as a weak substitute for what he truly desired.

“Are you sure you want to?” he offered.

“Yes, I do.”

“Have you done it before with any of the others?”

“N-No. They’re usually the ones who do it to me.”

“Then I’ll guide you. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

You did as instructed, your face now eye level with his hardened member. He patted your head lovingly before he continued his instructions.

“Take my cock in your hand and lick from the base up to the tip. Make sure to be gentle and slow.”

You grazed your tongue against the veiny underside of his dick, making a slick trail to the tip of his shaft. You managed to keep the same pace, slow and steady, like he had instructed and you were rewarded with his low soft grunts. Hearing him satisfied filled your stomach with butterflies, a sense of pride coursing through you.

“Now, go ahead and pick up a little speed. This time you can put it in your mouth. But be careful of your teeth. It could be uncomfortable or even painful. If possible, try to suck with your lips covering your teeth or your tongue being used as a guard between your teeth and my dick.”

The thought of hurting him inspired you to be extra careful, preferring to use your lips to cover your teeth. As his cock entered your mouth, he couldn’t stop the gasp that came stuttering out. Your pace had quickened and his cock slid in and out with ease. You made sure to utilize your tongue to make it extra wet as he penetrated your mouth with each thrust.

“Baby, you're doing so well. Keep going just like that.” he encouraged.

You became a bit more bold and started deepening his cock inside your mouth. You still kept the same medium pace, making sure to hold a steady rhythm. RM cooed loudly, his moans becoming more evident.

“N-Now, between a few of your deep sucks, switch to shorter bursts. Like rubbing, slapping, or playing with the tip of the head with your tongue or even doing what you did in the beginning. Alternate every so often.”

After deep throating him, you went and started playing with the tip of his cock. Your tongue brushed over the bulbous head a few times before deep throating him some more. Next time you switched to the short bursts, you began rubbing the tip all over your tongue. RM began to shutter, his breath becoming instantly heavy. You were wondering if he was about to cum. You admittedly were having more fun than you had thought, a sense of control over THE Kim Namjoon was more vitalizing than you had expected.

“B-Babe...p-play with my balls too. Twist your hand with each stroke when you suck.”

You took your right hand and began twisting slightly with each stroke as he entered your mouth and you took your left hand and began gently massaging his ball sack, a few pressured squeezes, but not hard enough to hurt him. Sometimes you’d take his balls in your mouth, tonguing and sucking on them before guiding your tongue back up the shaft of his cock. With a combination of all these things, he began thrusting his hips, wanting more friction and giving you the green light to quicken your pace. He was definitely about to cum.

You began deep throating, twisting and rubbing, and massaging his balls at a much faster pace, faster than you had done since you started. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he tugged you closer, deepening his cock inside your mouth. His hips began to thrust harder and he was losing control over his sanity. You allowed him to do what he wanted, even if it hurt your scalp a little.

Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Take me you fucking whore. Your mine, all mine. This mouth belongs to me. I’m going to fuck you like the good girl you are.”

Ahh, the dirty talk came back and hearing him say that caused you to moan loudly around him. The sudden introduction to the vibration was enough to send him over the edge, a few more thrusts before his cock began to expand like all the others. You both stayed still for a moment before his cock released his load inside your mouth. It was hot and thick and it made your cheeks expand. When he was done you spit it out, not really a fan of swallowing, but the fact it was there in your mouth drove you crazy. Kim Namjoon just fucked your mouth and released his load inside of it. How many people could say that? And for some reason that was enough to give you a high, a euphoric expression staining your face.

“Sh-shit! That was so fucking good.”

His voice was deep and rough, it made your heart skip a beat.

“So...I did well?” you asked shyly.

RM perked up, immediately helping you up off your knees (which were sore), and on to the seated area inside the shower. He placed you in his lap and nuzzled your neck.

“That is a complete understatement. You're such a fast learner and you did fantastic. Thank you. Did I hurt you?” he asked.

You smiled warmly and shook your head.

“I was perfectly fine.” you responded, feeling happy from his praise.

You two sat there for a brief moment, the comfortable silence blanketing you all and the water and steam soothing your bodies.

“Y/n?” RM suddenly said.

“Hmm?”

“May I mark you?”

Your eyes widened. You let it sink in what he was asking you. This mark means more than what humans could ever understand. It, in many ways, exceeds the bonds of marriage. What he is asking you is to be his, to be theirs. Permanently as their mate. Your heart was filled with so many emotions that you didn’t realize you were crying. RM did and stroked some of the tears off your cheek. He could tell you were happy and waited patiently to hear your answer.

“A-Are you...are you sure? What about the others?” you asked for much more needed confirmation.

RM chuckled slightly, still a bit high from your guy’s previous actions. He placed his forehead against yours and ensured your eyes met and stayed locked on one another.

“They’ve been asking for months. They’ve wanted to mark you so badly, to have you finally be ours. But we all just wanted to see for ourselves that you could handle...you could still love all of us, even this part of us.” he admitted.

You wanted to hit all of them so badly. You wanted to scream at them for honestly fearing that you could stop loving them over the good, bad, and mundane parts of them. But you also knew better than anyone the fear of it all because you were no different. And that’s probably why you go out of your way every time to give them each a little extra love and care when you can, even when it's not necessary or needed. You don’t want any of them feeling that you aren’t loving them enough. You don't want any of them feeling they don't deserve it.

“I don’t care how many times I have to remind you all that I will always love you. You’d have to do something completely fucking horrible to get me to stop loving you all. This,” you said pointing to his long horns and his glowing green eyes.

“This is so minor. I don’t want to diminish your worries but I swear on my life that this is so minor compared to what could be.”

RM smiled lovingly at you.

“Does that mean it’s a yes then?” he asked for clarification.

“Of course it is. It’s a yes for all 7 of you.”

RM kissed your forehead before moving his face back to your neck. He licked the area of his desire before sinking his teeth into your flesh. At first, it hurt a lot. But gradually the pain was replaced with something you couldn’t even fathom trying to describe. An emotion so complex, you would need a culmination of various words and their definitions to try to scratch the surface of explaining it. Your stomach tickled, your heart fluttered, and face was on fire. You didn’t even realize when RM had slipped his cock inside of you, the need to connect so intimately almost primal during such a moment. He began thrusting inside of you, fulfilling your newly birthed bond before you two shared your orgasms together.

The thought of doing this with 6 other men whom you care for so deeply filled you with a love you’d never thought you’d ever get to have. A love your imagination couldn’t even muster.

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Choco Bun: 8 - Final

Choco Pie

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: SUPER fluff, slight mentioning of smutty behavior

— Word Count: 1.7k

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CHAPTERS: Prev

**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here is the final chapter of Choco Bun. Hahaha, bet you guys didn’t see that coming?? Lol, I said it was going to be short so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to post the final two chapters now! Can you believe this is my first fully finished story??? It is so far from perfect but it was fairly well developed to my standards! Anyway, I just want to appreciate everyone who gave it so much love and support. I do apologize if it kinda abruptly ended though, like I said, it’s not perfect and I’m still learning. Anywho, please enjoy and be on the look out for the official start of Pied Piper! Thank you to everyone who’s always been there and to everyone who’s new!! I can’t to keep writing and sharing with you all!

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“Mama? Where’s Papa Tae at?” the little boy before you asked.

You stilled for a moment, having just realized the presence of your oldest son here. You were currently in your work kitchen preparing the next batch of sweets for tomorrow's sales. However, a certain someone had waltzed in here roughly 15 minutes prior to your son and had been distracting you ever sense.

“U-Uh, did you g-go see if he was with P-Papa Jimin?” you asked, stuttering, desperately trying to keep a straight face.

The dark haired 4 year old cocked his head, his sharp eyes mimicking that of his fathers. He had little bumps on his head, his horns not quite yet growing in but making their presence known.

“But...I thought I could smell him here.” he pondered out loud.

That’s right, you forgot. For some reason Namjoon passed on his overly developed skills to his son as well, so he was far more advanced than a 4 year old dragon hybrid should be. Most children at his age are sensitive to the smells, so his accuracy shouldn't be this developed yet. You had to think quickly.

“H-Heeeh~!” you squeaked out.

“Mama?! What's wrong??” he asked, concerned.

“Nothing!! I’m fine sweetie!! I saw Papa Tae earlier! He...uh...he went to go see your father on the top floor!”

“Oh. Really? He promised we’d play ball today.” the little boy said with a pout.

“Your little sister is at the gym with Papa Kook and Papa Jin! I bet you they’d play ball. Just make sure Mr. Choi is with you when you take the elevator okay? Ahh-Ahnd I’ll be up to join you all soon too!”

The young boy contemplated for a moment before smiling.

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

“Okay! I will then! I haven’t seen any of them since this morning so I’ll go play with them!”

“Okay sweetie, please be careful!”

“I will! Bye mama!”

As the young boy waltzed off out of sight and out of range for his scent to pick anything up, you sighed. Your next immediate action was to start slapping Taehyung.

“Have you no shame!” you cried angrily at him, face flushed from overstimulation and embarrassment.

Taehyung removed himself from between your legs, your long dress no longer draped over his body. He casually licked his lips, having sat there eating you out while your son stood before you. He had a smirk on his face and a look of satisfaction present.

“He may have inherited hyung’s advanced qualities but he’s still too young. It all worked out in the end anyway.” he stated nonchalantly.

“That’s beside the point Tae! This is completely inappropriate and totally unsanitary! I’m running a business, remember?? Plus you didn’t even stop yourself while he was talking! He even got concerned!”

Taehyung laughed, eventually standing up and walking over to the sink to wash up from his previous actions.

“Where was all this protesting the last time I did this?”

You quickly shut your mouth and turned away from him. Your face was even more flushed than before and you huffed in irritation. Snaking his hands around your waist, he pulled you against his chest. Kissing your neck and then your cheek, he nuzzled into your scent.

“You’re so cute when you flustered. And you,” he said, rubbing your steadily growing belly.

“Make sure to watch over mommy okay? She’s doing too much work as is and she needs to rest. I was trying to provide some much needed relaxation for her but it’s apparently going underappreciated.” he said with a playful pout.

“Tae! Don’t tell our unborn child that!” you protested.

“Don’t be such a worry wart. You’ll keep Papa Tae’s words a secret, right, little one? We’ll keep this from your papa for now too.” Tae said, trying to bargain with your belly.

“You’ll keep what from me.” a voice called out.

You both froze in place, heads turning to look at the sudden moon dragon before you. Yoongi walked closer to you two before giving Tae a glare. He protectively embraced you while lovingly rubbing your stomach.

“Nothing! Wow, look at the time, I got to go see Namjoon now!”

“Kim Taehyung, if you think you can keep secrets from me with our child you are sorely mistaken.” Yoongi weakly threatened.

“What~, I would never! Right Y/n?”

You looked at him then sighed, caving to those pretty eyes of his. Turning to Yoongi, you smiled at him, nuzzling his neck to soothe any tension that was even made present.

“There's nothing to worry about Yoongi. He was helping me...relax a little. That’s all.”

Yoongi hummed, falling prey to your comforting touches.

“By eating you out?” he questioned.

You froze and Taehyung bursted out laughing.

“H-How’d you-??” you began stuttering.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I can smell you all, remember? Your scent is pungent, especially when you are being intimate. Plus you're pregnant with my kid so my bond with you is a bit more heightened compared to the others.”

You pouted and gave an apologetic look, your stimulation having affected your bond. It was probably the reason he came to check up on you.

“No worries love, Tae’s just being a pervert.” Yoongi said, cuddling you even more.

“Hey, I was helping! In my own way.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes before flicking Tae on the forehead.

“Yeah sure. Next time, be more gentle. You went overboard and I couldn’t concentrate. Plus she’s pregnant so don't do too much.” Yoongi lightly chastised.

“Hehehe~ Sorry.” Tae said fiving his boxy smile.

“Hey! This is where you’ve all been! Everyone’s waiting downstairs for us.”

The three of you looked up to see Jimin. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they lit up unapologetically. He was the one who cooed over you the most when you got pregnant the first time. Namjoon was so scared, Jimin had to always coax him to calm down. He made sure Namjoon was always level headed and helped find books for him to review and read. When you got pregnant with Jin’s baby, Jimin was always present 24/7 then too. Jimin has been a massive help for every pregnancy and this one is no different.

“Hi Minnie~” you said as he began scenting you.

You giggled as his actions were a bit ticklish. He was always so protective of you and always went out of his way to, appropriately, ensure you were relaxing.

“Hmmm~ Smells like Tae did something dirty again.”

“It wasn’t dirty, it was a distresser. For both of us.” Tae clarified.

“Now it was for the both of you?” Yoongi chimed in.

“Regardless, we need to head downstairs and get you home! Are you done here?” Jimin asked.

You nodded your head, going over everything one last time before agreeing to head out. Your small group made its way to the elevators and down to the first floor. When you walked to the main entrance you were greeted with the rest of your family.

“Mama!” (Y/S/N) called out.

“Hello my love.” you said, embracing him back.

“Papa said that we're going home early because you need the rest.” he said happily.

You smiled at the little boy before agreeing.

“Yeah, mama has been a bit tired recently. All your papa’s are so kind aren’t they?”

“Yeah! They sure are!”

“Mama~!” a squeal came out.

You turned to look up at your daughter as she was being cradled in her fathers arms.

“I’d never forget about you, my lovely baby girl!” you said approaching Jin.

“Why don’t you tell mama how good you were today, huh?” Jin cooed.

“(Y/D/N)...good!” she giggled.

“Was she now? What a good girl you are!”

“How are you feeling (Y/N)?” Hoseok asked, approaching you and rubbing your belly.

“I’m doing okay. It’s a massive help with you all here actually. Thanks for asking Hobi.”

“Of course. We’ll always be here when you need it. Just don’t push yourself.”

“Hey hey, (Y/D/N), want to show mommy our new trick?” Jungkook asked.

“New trick?” you questioned.

“Yeah we do-”

“Absolutely NOT!” Jin interfered.

Jungkook already started laughing which made (Y/D/N) laugh too.

“Why are you trying to endanger our child!?” Jin questioned.

You knew this was all playful banter and (Y/D/N) must’ve had a field day spending time with these two. The bickering never ceased even now. When you turned to (Y/S/N) again began petting his hair. He looked up at you and smiled once more.

“Where’s your papa at?” you asked.

“He said he had to take care of a few documents at the front desk and that he’ll be back soon! He put me in charge of letting you know!”

“What a good boy. You know what? You did a fantastic job letting me know.”

His smile widened, those dimples of his mimicking that of Namjoon’s. Shortly afterwards Namjoon came running out with an apologetic smile.

“Hello my love.” Namjoon said, kissing your cheek.

“Pardon me being late.”

You smiled at the last to arrive before dismissing his worries.

“Nothing to apologize for! We didn;t wait long and plus I got to check up on everyone in the meantime.”

Namjoon smiled again before reaching out his hand for his son to take. Hoseok took the opportunity to grab his other hand, which only made the little boy happier. Yoongi and JImin stayed by your side as you all started walking out. Taehuyung was making (Y/D/N) giggle and laugh while Jin tried to desperately prevent Jungkook from throwing her around in the air at the tender age of 2.

This family was a big huge heaping pile of silly antics, crazy ideas, and childish behavior. But it was your family. A family you loved with all your heart. A family that cared deeply for one another no matter what. A family that you’d never change or exchange for anything. One that was still growing. Still getting used to this life. But it was one you could call yours and you couldn’t have been any happier to do so.

And thus was the closing of this story, the story of a little foreign bunny and her 7 dragons. A story where, just like a choco pie, it can’t be whole without each slice.

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Choco Bun: 6

Choco Brownie

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: SMUT....just unfiltered, unedited SMUT, Unprotected sex...please use protection!!!, fluff, mild talks of insecurity, breeding kink

— Word Count: 5.1k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

CHAPTER 6 IS HERE! The whole chapter is sex...like there’s literally nothing else tbh...and because this chapter was supposed to have ALL the other members in it....it got so long that I needed to break it in half. So, chapter 7 will feature the other 3 members not in this chapter (excluding Taehyung of course). Anyway, I tried to do a better job with the smut scenes but please forgive any awkward parts, misspellings, and the like. I will come back and edit properly like I did with the previous chapter. Also it’s the first chapter that doesn’t utilize the actual title...I’ll comeback to figure out how to put it in. Thanks and please enjoy! :)

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After the incident with V, the others didn’t take too kindly to his actions, just like he had predicted. Especially Jin, seeing as he was allocated the position to be your first mating partner. In fact, that same night, with your express permission, you ended up losing your virginity to him. From that day forward, they had all become much more possessive, for lack of a better word.

You didn’t mind it really. You had a precursor of what it was like to have them sneak touches, kisses, hugs and the like. But the things that had been taking place were far from befitting an employer and employee. They were down right dirty, sexual, and vulgar depending on who you were with. You feared getting caught by the staff but the others didn’t seem to care all that much. Especially during moments like now.

The cool glass contrasted greatly against your bare stomach as you were pressed up against it. Your hands were being utilized to steady your leaning position as your ass perked outwards in front of Park. You couldn’t really see him but the nerves were getting the best of you. It was day time and you were in a very revealing state in front of the window. Not to mention you were in the middle of his office where anyone could come in.

Park pulled your pants down followed by the lingerie panties he was very insistent on you wearing, careful not to harshly tug on your tail. A loud whistle rang from his lips as he idolized the curvature of your butt. Your cheeks began to deepen a dark shade the more he continued to observe you.

“What do we have here?” he said, smirking, breaking your train of thought.

You were unsure of what he was referring to until you felt a digit stroke itself from your clit to the base of your pussy. It took mere milliseconds to completely coat his finger with your fluids and the more he rubbed the more wet they got. You moaned uncontrollably, his gestures touching your highly sensitive area causing you to buck your hips to gather more friction. Secretly you prayed he’d eventually pump his fingers inside of you and it wasn’t long before your wish came true.

First it was just one finger to get you used to it but it quickly became two followed by a third one. With each additional finger he penetrated you further, you being able to feel the tips of his knuckle brushing against your clit. You whined, mewled, and moaned for him to go faster but it was more entertaining for him to take his time. Watching you squirm under his provocative touches was equivalent to molding putty in his hands. And it was so damn invigorating he couldn’t help the lustful look in his bright teal colored irises.

“Ahh~ Paarrk~” you mewled.

Everytime you moaned just the way he liked he’d slap your ass and push his fingers further inside of you. Feeling your walls clench around his three digits was enough to make him so hard he began dripping precum. He eventually picked up the pace until you were pressed harshly against the glass. Too far gone, you could care less who heard you at this point. Quickly your release was coming but Park stopped just before that, removing his fingers from your folds harshly.

“W-Why~ why’d you...why’d you stop~!? Please I need you~” you pleaded.

You began desperately bucking your hips in a futile attempt to feel some type of lost stimulation, hoping Park would comply with your pleas.

“Aww~ baby bun needs me? How sweet. If that’s the case, I’m going to need you to prove it. Prove that you want my cock stuffed inside of you. Spreading you, filling you, ramming over and over and over inside of you until I fill you with my knot. Say it.” he demanded with a deep and sensual voice, gripping your hips to stop your movement.

That was oddly embarrassing yet it turned you on further. A chill ran down your spine at the vulgar use of language but it made your pussy burn with rage, your inner rabbit clawing at your insides to bend to his will. After a few seconds of contemplation, you complied with him instead.

“P-Please...please Park. Please fuck me. Spread me. Fill me. Fuck me. Please, I want you and only you. I was made to be bred by you so please, let me prove it. Take me.”

You knew at this point you were speaking from a place of animalistic lust but you were far from caring. This was made more evident when you began salivating just from hearing the familiar buckle loosening up and the sound of the zipper being tugged down. You also heard the unwrapping of that metallic casing before it was tossed somewhere. You couldn’t see it but you knew Park had pulled his cock out and put a rubber on. He stroked it a few times, allowing for your words to sink in and turn him on even more than he already was. He approached you, gripping your hips before he put the bulbous part of his dick near your entrance.

“Are you sure babe? Are you ready to take me?” he asked seductively.

You nodded your head desperately but he just chuckled.

“I need words, my little choco bun.” he teased.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

He slowly filled you up, pushing further and further inside. When he reached the base of his cock, he pulled back out before ramming back in even harder. The pace was kept like this until you were fully adjusted to him. Park wasn’t as big as Jin, but he was far from being small either. You gasped and moaned each time he pushed in and out and after some time his pace quickened. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, this being a drastically different position from Jin the other day. You didn’t think it was possible to feel this good getting rammed in your sweet spot like this.

He took no time readjusting you so he could reach even deeper inside of you. He took his hand and lifted one of your thighs so he had better access fucking you. That forced you to practically mesh with the window as all the pressure was being forced against it.

“Let’s show the world what a beautiful little mate we have. How her pussy was made to take 7 dragon cocks. How her body was designed to house our children. How our love is unmatched by any other. Tell everyone who you rightfully belong to.”

“I--, ahhh~ I belong to you Park. You and your brothers ahhh~” you mewled out, clenching hard around him as a reflex.

It was that moment when you realized how quickly you were turned on by dirty talk because you unintentionally clamped down harder on Park’s cock. He must've caught on to this and took full advantage of it.

“You like being a little cum slut, huh? You like how I’m taking you in front of the entire world to bear witness to.”

You clenched again around him and he cooed happily. In response, his thrusts became uncharacteristically fast paced and you were beginning to see stars at this point.

“I...I’m going to...ahhh~ Park I can’t...I can’t hold on much longer. I’m going to cum soon~”

“Good girl, let me feel your lovely cunt yield to me.”

That was the last straw, your walls clenched so tightly around Park that he ended up cumming inside of you as well. That was unexpected for even him but it never deterred him from throwing in a few extra strokes before his cock started becoming enlarged. You felt the massive lump slowly make its way up, making the pressure even more unbearable. You both stilled for a bit, not moving due to the knot he had you locked in.

Eventually the tightness slowly went down as the hot steaming liquid filled the condom and splurged out of its casing. There was no point in even having the protection on at that point but you just mewled lightly at what did enter you, not really caring. When it was officially deflated back to normal size, Park pulled out of you, the condom slipping off of his soft shaft before plopping to the floor with a harsh thud. It was so filled that the semen instantly leaked out, forming a small white puddle beneath him.

Falling to your knees from the massive stimulation, you were still leaning up against the window. Park had stumbled back, his arms resting against his office desk as he wiped some of the lingering sweat from his forehead. You were both panting heavily, a sense of satisfaction coursing through you as you took pride in the fact that some of Park’s hot seed was still in you. Something about that filled you with unexplainable joy.

Park fixed his trousers before aiding you off the floor, opting to help clean you up before placing you on one of the many couches that had adorned his office. He handed you a water bottle to ensure you stayed hydrated and offered you a blanket to keep warm. You were beginning to feel sleepy and he quickly noticed, coaxing you to lie down. You looked up at him with slight concern, you only having 5 more minutes before your lunch break was up.

“Don’t worry, someone will fill in for you for a couple of hours. Get some sleep for now.” he lightly ordered.

“But...are you sure I won’t be a problem?” you asked shyly.

“Not at all.” he said, kissing you passionately.

When he pulled away he put his forehead against yours.

“I’d never see you as anything such.” he said with sincerity.

You looked deep within his ocean colored eyes, admiring the shade that indicated that he was a wind based hybrid. You smiled and nodded, easing into the comfort of the gentle gesture before pulling away to snuggle up on his couch.

“Plus, you’re going to need as much rest as possible. I imagine jhope won't be too long before he’s requesting your presence.” he threw out.

You cocked your head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well...let’s just say there’s been a major mishap with a client who didn’t make due on an agreement. So he’s going to need some stress relief if you’re catching my drift.” he said, sighing.

You smiled sheepishly before nodding your head in understanding. Unfortunately, what you were hoping could be a couple of hours of rest was more like 45 minutes before you were now on your way up to jhope’s office for the day.

When you reached his floor you walked out to immediately be greeted by his secretary. She was a petite squirrel hybrid with a frantic expression on her face. She gripped your arm forcefully, looking at you with pleading eyes. You were a bit taken aback by her actions but never removed her, curious as to what caused her to act the way she did.

“Did something happen Ms. Kang?” you asked calmly.

“Yes actually. Mr. Jung….I mean jhope is...a bit displeased at the moment. He’s been calling people frantically and yelling on the phone. He’s not usually like this during the full moon so someone must’ve really upset him this time. Like REALLY upset him. I had been calling for you but I was told you were...occupied elsewhere.” she hesitantly stated.

Being a hybrid herself, it didn’t take much for her to put two-and-two together. You had smelt like the guys more and more as of lately and you probably reek of Jimin right now. When you had shared your first mating experience with Jin, the following day any hybrid staff member would freeze up and stare at you, slowly coming to the realization of what was going on. Luckily, no one dared to say anything and that was comforting in a sense, but you were well aware that there were talks behind your back. Regardless, you knew what she was trying to imply without rudely being blunt about it and you smiled apologetically at her in return.

“I understand Ms. Kang. I’ll be sure to handle it...as best as I can at least.” you said reassuring her.

It was a weak willed attempt at best, not really knowing what was going to happen, but it must've been enough to convince her otherwise. Given her wide hopeful eyes and her beaming smile, you felt like you’d be terrible to dash her spirits by voicing your concern. So you mustered up all your remaining courage, tapped her shoulder for confirmation, and made your way towards jhope’s office.

When you reached his door, you knocked on it once, twice, until you took it upon yourself to enter. At first, unbeknownst to your present, jhope got pissed with the unauthorized entry but when his senses finally caught on to your altered scent as well as your hesitant figure, he froze on spot.

Looking at him, his white dress shirt was buttoned down with a loose tie hanging hopelessly around his neck. His vest was completely unbuttoned and his sleeves were pulled up revealing his toned forearms, veins protruding from his frustration. His hair was dishevelled in a manner that made him look like a pinup model and you secretly cursed at how easily he could achieve the look. His iris’ were golden yellow and they held a dark gaze in them.

You guys locked eyes for what felt like forever. Something about the way he observed your being made you feel like jelly, like you were on fire. Your stomach was slowly beginning to harbor that all too familiar feeling, an arousal in between your legs following suit. jhope must've noticed as a smirk appeared before his lips. Standing up straight behind his desk, he motioned for your presence to be near him. You compiled and hesitantly made your way to him.

He made sure you were now between him and his desk, no room for personal space as he kept looking down at you with such authority. Your ears laid flat against your head as he began to kiss lightly at the juncture of your neck, slowly moving his way to your jawline before capturing your lips with his. His hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as he forced his tongue to explore the inside of your mouth.

You moaned as he rubbed soothing circles into your hips, content with the noises you were making. You moved your hands up his chest to his neck and then finally his locks. It felt so good, trapped within the heated moment. It must’ve reached a peak with jhope as he forcibly spread your legs and began bucking his hips into yours. You moaned in his mouth, temporarily disconnecting for air after your sharp inhale.

He loved seeing you panting beneath him and it only inspired him to buck harder into your clothed region. You began to mewl for him, gripping his shirt to keep still as he kept humping you.

“j-jhope~ ehh~ ahhhhh~!” you squeaked out.

“Does baby like it when I hump her like this, hmmm? How about if I put my cock inside that nice tight little cunt of hers?” he asked teasingly, gripping your ear in between his teeth.

“I-I, whatever ehhh~ whatever would make y-you happiest.” you managed out.

You were still sensitive from Jimin earlier, your body reacting much quicker than before. He must’ve realized and smirked playfully at you.

“Awww~ Did Park fuck you a little too hard? Is that why you're so responsive? How cute~”

At this point, your pussy began clenching over nothing, it reaching a thick sleakness already. You weakly attempted to buck back into jhope but he knew your body was still too tired. He pressed hard on your hips to stop you, kissing your lips one last time before parting.

“Turn around for me baby and lean over the desk. I’ll take care of you so you won’t have to do anything but stand here like a good girl.”

You did as instructed, your ass exactly where jhope’s clothed cock was. He removed your bottoms and your panties, admiring your supple ass. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. The sound, again, was like magic to your ears as you squirmed with anticipation underneath him. He smacked your ass to stop you but he loved witnessing the obvious excitement.

When he pulled his hardened dick out, precum was already spewing from the tip. Like with Park, you couldn’t see anything but you knew he was well hung just from when he humped you. He began rubbing his cock against your leaking folds, soaking your juices on his thick and veiny shaft. You mewled loudly, trying to buck into him as much as possible. The desperation only turned him on more and it took everything in him to not plunge deep inside you, taking you right where you were.

Unfortunately, the thoughts and anticipation were cut short when a loud ring from his phone went off. He was going to ignore it when he realized who it was. Clicking his tongue out of frustration, he picked up the phone with an aggravated tone.

“This better be important because I am in the middle of something very pressing.” jhope hissed into the phone angrily, never once stopping his previous actions.

You heard low inaudible speaking on the receiving end of the call and knew this wasn’t going to end anytime soon. jhope must've realized this as well and, without so much as a warning, inserted himself inside of you. You didn’t expect to be fucked like this while he was on the phone but he didn’t really seem to mind given the fact he was still carrying on a conversation while ramming into you.

“H-HoOoOoopppeee~ Ahhhhh~!” you squealed.

That, apparently, was more than enough to temporarily quell the rising anger within the sun dragon and it fueled his twisted kink as well. When with Jimin, you only had the possibility of someone seeing or hearing what was going on, that resulting in no one interrupting your session. But in this case, the individual on the other end of the call could definitely hear what was transpiring and through your loud mewls, cries, and screams, they began to stutter and take longer pauses when speaking.

“What’s the matter? Like what you hear?” he asked, pushing his hips into your ass.

jhope was a bit thicker than Park and had a slight curvature at the tip of the head. Everytime he bucked into you, it would always slam right into the perfect spot causing you to shamelessly scream out his name. That riled him up like crazy, encouraging him to move at an intoxicating speed as a result. Unbeknownst to your realization, you began drooling all over his desk and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Seeing how you were so hellbent on interrupting me, how about you hear her firsthand.”

jhope placed the phone down right in front of your face, your cries now being the clearest sound the individual could hear. This allowed jhope to place his hands on the desk to sturdy himself just before pausing.

“Hey babe, let’s have our friend here listen in on your beautiful voice seeing as he was so fucking insistent on calling me. Are you ready?”

You didn’t even have enough time to register what was going on before the first full thrust took place. It was as deep as he could go, as hard as he could buck, and he was going as fast as his hips allowed him. You were in pure ecstasy at this point. So much so that your poor hips had begun bruising from bending over the desk and getting rammed so hard.

You mewled right into the receiver without even so much as a second thought and chanted jhope’s name like a mantra. After some time, jhope positioned your leg further on the desk so he could go even deeper inside of you. The position wasn’t very comfortable but the stimulation allowed for your brain to unregister the discomfort.

“I’m...ahhhh~ I’m gonna...I’m gonna cum Hope!!” you warned.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me.”

A few more hefty thrusts and you reached your orgasm, clenching your walls around jhope in the process. jhope thrusted through your orgasm, his hips eventually stuttering as his release came. Just like Park, his cock began to swell, keeping you two knotted there for a brief moment before his seed gushed all inside of you. He had opted to not put a rubber on before fucking you so all of his cum was stuffed full inside of you.

It felt so good feeling his seed coat your insides. The thought of how he had painted your walls with so much of his cum made you enter a state of euphoria. You weren’t sure if it was your inner animal pleased by the state of things or if it was some weird breeding kink you’ve recently developed. All you did know was that you were happy, sore, and very tired.

jhope picked up the phone while still deep inside of you. There was heavy panting from the two of you and a deep silence from the individual on the other end of the line. A wicked smirk lay plastered on jhope’s face as started smoothing circles around your hips and backside to relax you and provide comfort to your sore body.

“You really are a pervert for having stayed on the line through all of that. If you think she sounds amazing, imagine how she looks, how she smells, how she is in person. I have a goddess for a mate.” jhope shamelessly declared.

Your cheeks had reddened, a shyness overcoming you from his words. You weren’t used to someone viewing you in such light and didn’t really know how to respond. jhope just smiled at you and your reaction, content with your innocent response.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to end and for jhope to hang up the phone. He pulled out of you shortly after. Like a cork popping off of a champagne bottle, his cum began splurging out, drips of it cascading to the floor and running down your thighs. jhope watched with an indescribable fulfillment, mesmerized by the scene before him.

“Hope...it hurts to move.” you voiced out, breaking his train of thought.

He immediately sprung to action, adiding in your attempt to get up. He brushed kisses over all your bruises, apologizing softly into your skin. Though you knew he was sincere, there was a sense of pride that he radiated each time his gaze lingered over the result of his lovemaking.

“You’re so beautiful Y/n.” he admitted lovingly.

“How’d we luck out with someone like you?” he asked rhetorically, placing his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who lucked out with all of you. This feels all so unreal still. Like a dream fantasy. I don’t want to wake up from this.” you hummed into his shoulder.

jhope removed himself and caged your face in between his hands. He brushed his thumbs over your cheeks and admired the doe eyes staring back at him. After a short while he began peppering your face with kisses causing you to giggle.

“Love, this is far from a dream. Please understand that. Never forget.”

“I promise, I won't.”

You utilized jhope as a crutch for a bit while you each cleaned up yourselves. Your clothes were a mess but jhope had spared you some new ones. It was an oversized dress shirt and some sweats. Everything was too big on you but your curves helped maintain their structure on your body.

“Ahhh~ you look so cute. God I just want to take you into my arms and...maybe strip you out of those clothes. Bend you over-”

“Hobi~!” you whined.

“Kidding!” he claimed.

The look in his eyes spoke otherwise but you didn’t bother to push the issue. Just as you two were going to lean into a kiss the phone rang once more. jhope’s eye twitched and he exhaled in frustration before removing himself away from you. The lack of warmth was oddly irritating but you stayed where you were as he answered the phone.

“Hyung?”

You were a bit surprised by his response and watched with slight anticipation. After some time, he locked eyes with you and smiled. You weren’t sure what that look meant but still waited for what was to be said. Eventually he hung up the phone and embraced you in a hug.

“My love, you’re being whisked away from me by my hyung.” jhope pouted.

You giggled at his whiny tone, almost resembling a child.

“That would make it either SUGA or Jin and last I checked, Jin and RM are out somewhere so~...”

“Correct. SUGA wants to see you.” he said giggling.

The two of you mingled around a bit more before you departed. You were told SUGA was in his studio and when you approached his door, you kinda got nervous. You were always told that Yoongi was very strict and meticulous about how he operated in the Genius Lab and that when it came to SUGA it was 10x more intense. So when you knocked and waited, you attempted to calm your nerves down.

It didn’t take long for the door to open and there stood SUGA, his horns long and curved, his eyes a deep black, and an intimidating aura leaking off of him. You instinctively became submissive from his presence alone and he smelt the arousal pooling between your legs. He smirked and offered his hand out to you which you happily accepted. When you walked into the spacious room, he let go of your hand and situated himself in his chair. He smirked at you, manspreading as he looked you up and down.

“jhope really had nothing else for you? You look cute all swallowed up in his clothes.” he said.

“I...uhm...My clothes got messed up when…”

“When he fucked you? I’m sure Park wasn’t any better.”

Your face reddened at his words and you felt even smaller standing before him. He just smiled and motioned for you to approach him. You obliged, albeit you were unsure of what he wanted from you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you like the other two. At least, not here. I’m sure you’ve been exhausted beyond your limits. I called you up here to rest and to experiment with me.”

You were actually pleasantly surprised to hear that you weren’t going to be partaking in strenuous activities but that last part intrigued you a bit.

“Experiment?” you asked.

“Yes. Do you know what cockwarming is?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I...yes.” you said.

“Oooh~ My innocent baby knows more sexual things than I thought. Not that cockwarming is some uncharted sexual act. Regardless, that saves me some time. All I want you to do is take off all your bottoms and come sit right here.” he said, patting his lap.

Within seconds your anxiety rose. You’ve actually wanted to try this before and your submissive behavior was caving rather quickly. SUGA could sense exactly what you were nervous about and smiled softly at you.

“I guarantee you, that no matter what I will be fine. But if you don’t feel comfortable at all, in any way, I will not pressure you. I will always love you just the way you are and I will be more than happy to do anything or nothing at all. Your call.”

You stood there for a brief moment before the tears started to fall silently to the floor, almost unbeknownst to you. It took SUGA off guard and he quickly rose from his chair to aid you in comfort. You giggled at how frantic he acted, wiping the tears from your cheeks and burying yourself into his beck.

“Thank you for caring so much SUGA. It really means a lot to me. You always seem to take into consideration my insecurities without me having to voice them and I don’t think I say that enough. Not to mention how much you all pamper and shower me with compliments even though I don’t feel deserving of it. I just...haha thank you. I guess it just got a bit overwhelming. The feeling had been building up all day. Sorry to dump it all in your lap like this.”

You connected foreheads, his horns poking you a bit. A sincere smirk played on his features as he captured you in his arms.

“Never apologize, my love.” he assured.

“SUGA.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to do it. Especially if it'll make you happy. The thought of making you happy makes me happy and I feel more comfortable with doing this.”

“You sure?” he asked, looking into your eyes to ensure there was no mistake behind your words.

“Positive.”

SUGA helped pull your sweatpants off followed by your panties. The anticipation was enough to get you wet again but SUGA wanted to be sure you were properly prepared. He took two of his digits and put them in his mouth, coating them with as much saliva as possible. He then positioned his fingers in between your folds before slowly inserting them. You moaned under his touches as you adjusted to his appendages. Luckily it didn’t take long for you to be wet enough for his satisfaction, urging you to straddle him before allowing him to sink in between you.

When he was fully stuffed inside of you it was odd to not have him pull back out. With a bit of maneuvering you finally got comfortable, maybe a bit too comfortable. It was warm, comforting, and his scent lulled you. You placed your face in between the juncture of his neck and wrapped your arms around his midsection. Your legs were in a position that allowed them to be laxed and SUGA held you in a way that allowed him to continue to work.

It was shockingly pleasant to be put in such a position and it didn’t take long for you to fall quickly to sleep. For SUGA though, it was like heaven finally being inside of you. You were hot, wet, and extremely tight and that made it much harder than he had anticipated to not move his hips into you. However, he was willing to be patient for you, opting to give you a much needed break before going back on his word to fuck you into his work table. For now though, he felt content and oddly more focused as he continued working, waiting for you to finally wake up so he could reap his much desired reward.

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Choco Bun: 5

Choco Chip

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, fear & comfort, SMUT

— Word Count: 5.4k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 5 so soon after chapter 4 lol! This was a bit unexpected for even me but I’ve been waiting to get to this point! There is SMUT at the VERY END. It’s not like super explicit and it’s my first time so please bare with me lol. Next chapter though, I plan on doing more practice and research beforehand because that chapter is supposed to be SUPER SMUTTY with like everyone!!! For now, please enjoy this chapter. A bit longer than I’d like but still short-ish.

**UPDATED JULY 2nd, 2021** I changed the smut scene. I feel far better about it now than I did when I originally posted a few weeks back! Hopefully anyone who’s read it has a chance to go over it again before the next chapter but it’s really not necessary lol!

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Things had been a bit different when you all first started dating. You weren’t used to the overly affectionate advances, especially when it was because you guys were a couple. You didn’t mind it but it took some getting used to. They enjoyed your shy, timid, flusters. The way you would stutter, or avert your gaze, or ask for permission to do normal couple things was too cute for them to handle. But no matter what, they never did anything out of your comfort zone. And you were thankful for that.

You all agreed to keep your relationship a secret from almost everyone, the only ones being aware of it was the staff at the mansion, including Mr. and Mrs. Choi. They had a majority of their life plastered under a microscope for millions of people to witness and dissect. The last thing they wanted was to have you scrutinized and evaluated for being their girlfriend. That being said, it meant that you all had to be a bit more cautious about your interactions at work.

You being you, you never had a problem with that. But some of the others kinda had a hard time containing themselves when they finally got to see you for the day. It was especially bad if they went almost the entire day not seeing you. That’s when they would become very clingy. It was the ones you’d expect; Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Hoseok and Jin were pretty mild while Namjoon and Yoongi almost always managed to contain themselves, for the most part at least.

Naturally, they all had their fair share of slip-ups. Mrs. Choi said it was because they were all so smitten with you and excited to finally call you theirs and that’s why they all would get a little clingy. That only made you grow an even bigger soft spot for them, especially for Namjoon and Yoongi, the two who try to restrain themselves the most. Regardless, you quite enjoyed the sneaky interactions, the knowing glances, and the subtle touches. It made you feel like you were doing something daring and it excited you. Stuff like this went on for the remainder of the year, you becoming more and more accustomed to their likes and dislikes, their behaviors, their schedule, and even to those random times they’d disappear during the full moon.

Ahh yes, the full moon. You never pestered them when this happened, feeling as if it wasn’t your place to question them, but you managed to piece a few things together. Everytime the full moon approached, the guys would start acting...weird. They always told you that an important meeting occurred during the week of the full moon and it always made them stressed out. Understanding that it wasn’t just business related but also something to do with the Dragon Union (a council to ensure equal rights and protection of all Dragon hybrids), you never pushed further. You always missed them when they left but knew they’d always come back as their normal selves. But something told you it was more than that. Call it your animal instincts or even a hunch, something else was going on. But you were just going to wait for them to feel comfortable enough to tell you.

Now that you guys had just celebrated the major Fall and Winter holidays and entered the new year, you noticed something more off than usual. Work had started back up and you all went about your business as normal. However, the guys rarely visited you and when they did it was very brief and uncharacteristically curt. You, at first, figured it was because they were busy. This time of the year many musicians were coming back from their breaks and were going to start releasing comebacks, singles, albums, and much more content. Actors were preparing for the revamp of their second seasons or new shows while many new products that aligned with the current season were gearing for improved commercials. Naturally, everyone was going to be pretty busy, but this was far from the first time as stuff like this occurs all throughout the year. So you knew for sure it was more than that.

When the second week into January came to with the same interactions as before, you were done waiting around for answers. It had gotten so bad that you barely got to even see them after hours. You figured you had been patient enough, respecting their boundaries and their privacy, but you were also now a part of this relationship and you needed to take into account your own feelings as well.

So during your lunch break the following day, you decided to make your way up to Namjoon’s office. You had been up here so many times that his secretary knew you by heart. The young man had assumed you were here to drop off coffee for said male and with ease let you through. When the knock came to the door, Namjoon mindlessly allowed the individual (you) in. When he came into view, you noticed he was buried in some papers, having not yet bothered himself to lift his head quite yet.

You smiled sheepishly at him, realizing he hadn’t noticed you. Approaching his desk carefully, your scent hit him first before his eyes had a chance to land on you. He perked up quickly, a bit bewildered by your sudden presence.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.

You took the opportunity to sneak into the chair adjacent to his desk.

“I was checking up on you. You’ve all been fairly busy lately and I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright.” you stated.

He smiled lovingly at you, his heart warming due to your concern.

“Don’t worry my love. No cause for concern. With everything going on right now, it has gotten a bit busier. I’m sorry we’ve been so absent lately. That isn’t fair on you.” he stated, apologetically.

You shook your head dismissively, immediately wanting to relieve him from any concerns of you feeling upset from them working.

“No no, Joonie. I totally understand you guys are busy! I’m not going to punish you for that. This is something you all love, care, and cherish. I would never make you feel bad for something out of your control. I’d wait a million years if I had to.” you proclaimed with a giggle.

Though it was evidently playful, hearing you say that warmed Namjoon’s heart. He shyly looked down with a flushed face, your words hitting him harder than he’d care to admit. But he knew there was something more to this conversation. He could feel it.

“That means the world to me, love. And I’d bet you anything the others would agree. But why does it feel like there’s more on your mind?” he asked openly.

You were a bit taken aback by his observation, hitting it right on the head. You sighed a little before positioning yourself to be a bit more comfortable on the chair.

“Well, I get that you guys are busy. That much is clear. But it just seems that there’s more to it than that. Like somehow your personalities are a bit...different. I’m not sure if I’m making any sense and that’s why I wanted to wait a while before coming to talk to you. I wanted to be sure. But there is definitely something more going on than just your work piling up and I wanted to ask you first before jumping to conclusions.”

Namjoon stayed silent for a brief moment, deep in thought as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. You observed his actions, intrigued by his reaction to your concern. This was definitely not how you envisioned this to play out. With how cool, clam, and level headed Namjoon usually is, you found it surprising that he seemed almost stumped. And if you were being completely honest, it kinda frightened you. After a little while Namjoon broke your train of thought with a heavy sigh, almost as if he concluded on something.

He looked at you almost pleadingly, offering his hands out for you to place your own in. You immediately did so, no questions asked, and you turned all your attention onto him, gazes hooked on one another. He smiled almost apologetically before averting his gaze. This was not the Namjoon you were used to. He had moments of doubt, fear, and uncertainty but not quite like this. If anything, you slowly began to panic internally waiting in anticipation for his words.

“Please understand that we care deeply for you. More so than anything else. You have become this sudden beacon of light in our lives and we would do anything to ensure your happiness, safety, and love. With that being said, we also want to take into account your comfortability in this relationship. And in order to do so, we had to hide...a part of ourselves from you. Just until it was the right time. The last thing we wanted to do was lie to you but we agreed that it’d be much safer, much easier, to wait until the relationship had progressed. So if you can just give me some time to speak with the others, I think it would be better if we’re all together to explain.”

The desperation in Namjoon’s suggestion made you cease any further questions. Deep in your heart, you knew that they’d never do anything like this without reason, and even then, you refused to jump to any conclusions. Doing that would only make matters worse. You happily agreed to his request, him thanking you profusely for understanding even though you didn’t really get any answers. He placed a soft kiss on your inner wrist before you two agreed to meet back here after hours with the rest of the guys. Just before your departure you went up to Namjoon and kissed his cheek. Afterwards you lightly scented his neck. You could tell he was a bit anxious and you wanted to assure him that you were far from upset with him. You must’ve done the trick because as soon as you waved him one final goodbye, his caramel colored skin was peachy red and adorned with a shy smile, dimples and all on display.

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The clock had struck 7 and you had finally finished cleaning up, prepping dishes for tomorrow, and arranging papers for admin. You had been so busy all day long that you were too distracted to even consider this big talk Namjoon had in store for you. When the realization finally hit, you admittedly got a little anxious.

Closing up the shop doors officially, you made your way to the elevator and up to the 26th floor. Each passing number made your heart rate accelerate that much faster. For some reason you were getting more scared to see them but you were far from considering backing down. You gave yourself a mental pep talk before the all familiar ding chimed throughout the small space. Stepping out, you made your way past all the empty cubicles, offices, and even the secretary’s desk. Reaching the giant doors, you knocked on them gently.

“It’s me!” you called out in clarification.

You took no hesitation in opening the door, witnessing all 7 of the men who light up your world standing or sitting stiff as boards. You didn’t particularly like the sight before you, knowing that their rigid formation was due to this upcoming conversation. Trying hard to not add more into the already suffocating atmosphere, you smiled sweetly at them all before sitting down next to Hoseok. They all returned your gesture, albeit much more timidly, as you waited patiently for Namjoon to speak up.

“Hey love.” Namjoon started off.

“I know this is probably a bit confusing and we all acknowledge that it hasn’t been very fair either.” he continued.

“Our strange behavior and our calculated absences, we swear there’s reasoning behind it.” Yoongi added.

“When we explain, it may be a bit hard to understand at first and it’s going to be asking a lot to adapt to.” Hoseok said.

“And with that being said, we completely understand if….” Seokjin cleared his throat before speaking again.

“If you’d like to take alternative approaches to our relationship.”

You paused for a moment, completely flabbergasted with the initial start of this conversation. You started getting a little anxious, but not nearly as much as the guys did. All you could do was nod your head in understanding, waiting for further explanation.

“We’re not entirely sure how much you are aware of mythical hybrids, specifically the dragon breed. Most people have a basic understanding of how we function but we learned the hard way that too many are unaware of the more important aspects.” Namjoon started off again.

“You’ve noticed that every upcoming full moon, we tend to leave back to the Mother Den of all dragon hybrids. While it is true that the Dragon Union holds special meetings every full moon, it is not the entire reason as to why we go. Most of the reason is to protect you from our Inner Dragon.” Seokjin stated.

“Inner Dragon?” you asked, cocking your head.

“Yes. Our Inner Dragon is the core part of every dragon. It, essentially, is our link to our full-fledged ancestors. When every dragon hybrid reaches a certain age, they experience Moon Phasing, a special phenomenon where we connect with our Inner Dragon and are then bestowed a specific and specialized name. The older we get, the more accustomed we are to the will and characteristics of our dragon side.” Hoseok said.

“And sometimes those characteristics are a bit...hard to handle. Every full moon our Inner Dragon comes out and we take on those characteristics.” Jimin chimed in.

“We’re still us, of course. But we have amplified personality traits thanks to our dragon connection.” Taehyung continued.

“And we also go by our true dragon’s name. The whole process starts a few days before the full moon and then lasts about a week after it. We then ease back into our normal selves once it’s all over.” Jungkook shyly added.

“This window is our mating period and that’s why we go through such drastic changes. And like most hybrids, we can get a little...passionate with our partner. We didn't want to impose that on you so we agreed to be separated during that time.” Namjoon explained.

You admit it was a bit to take in. But if you were being honest, like entirely honest, this didn’t seem like something you would fret over. This was something they couldn’t control. However, you didn’t want to downplay their fears. There was something about this that made them worry to the point of thinking you might break up with them. Before saying anything, you tried replaying the various facts in your head until something stood out.

“Then, may I ask something? Well, more like a few things.” you questioned.

“Of course.” Namjoon said.

“The names, the Dragon Names I mean. May I ask you all what they are?”

“Mine is RM.”

“SUGA.”

“jhope.”

“Just Jin for me.”

“It’s Park, my surname.”

“JK is mine.”

“V.”

“Wow~, that might take some getting used to.” you said giggling.

“But I’ll manage just fine. Okay, so next thing. How do you work with clients with the name and personality change?”

“Actually many of our close clients are aware of this but we only work handson with certain individuals. Most of the time it’s done remotely but there are plenty of instances where we interact with people. In cases like that, we collaborate with special staff members of the Dragon Union that help accommodate both sides in case something happens.” Hoseok explained.

“It’s an effective but somewhat complex process.” Seokjin added.

“Oh, okay. So then, the personality and characteristics you have amplified, what are they like for each of you?”

You didn’t get your answer as quickly as you did when you asked for their names or their clients and that’s when it dawned on you. This is what they were most afraid of you dealing with. You smiled sheepishly at their hesitation, grabbing the nearest hand as an act of comfort. It was Hoseok’s.

“It’s okay. You all can take your time.”

If they could express to you the appreciation that they have for your patience and consideration, they’d do so in a heartbeat. But, for now, they composed themselves before each began speaking openly.

“I can be a bit cold.” Namjoon stated.

“I’ve been told I give off a dominating aura, one that can become threatening when things don’t go according to plan.”

“For me I can become a bit condescending towards others. Easy to dismiss and a bit arrogant.” Seokjin said with a sigh.

“Apparently I’m overly intimidating. Smug towards those I don’t like and assertive when pissed off.” Yoongi cooly stated.

“I can kinda lose my temper more easily. Becoming very frightening before getting violent as soon as things don’t go my way.” Hoseok chimed in next.

“I don’t really care what people have to do or say. I usually do whatever I want and if someone tries to stop me I can become a little ruthless, cruel even. I also...I can also get a little...erotic...sometimes. Especially towards people I’m extremely attracted to.” Jimin mumbled the last part with a crimson blush.

“Deceitful.” Taehyung said flatly.

“I tend to enjoy toying with others, playing tricks on them. Especially those I don’t like. I can be a bit insistent when I am initially denied what I want and will always find a way around that. And similarly to Jimin...well to be honest, all of us, I can become a bit...carnal.”

“And I can become possessive over the things I lay claim to. If anyone encroaches, I can get extremely hostile. Most of the time, I’m just pretty cocky though, going out of my way to beat anyone who tries to challenge me.” Jungkook finalized.

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily.

“Babe, I know this is a lot to try and remember. For the personality thing, it may be easier to experience yourself, but…”

“But, before we even want to consider that option, we want to make sure that this is something you’re okay with handling. With accepting fully. Taking on this side of a dragon hybrid is something not romanticized like the rest of our breed’s characteristics. It also isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. ” Namjoon added.

“And with that being said, especially with the approaching full moon, it’s only fair that you know this now rather than later.” Seokjin said.

“We care deeply about you Y/n. You mean so much to us. That’s why we were afraid to say something in the beginning of our relationship.” Jimin stated.

“We know this relationship is still fairly new and in its early stages. It was about time to come clean about this.” Taehyung clarified.

It stayed silent for a while. You definitely needed a minute to process everything. You were afraid the longer you waited the worse the implication of your actions came across. So, eventually, you kind of said the first thing on your mind that sounded comprehensible.

“I’ll admit, that truly is a lot to take in.” you said with a light chuckle.

“But, hear me out, I was kinda expecting something worse if I’m being honest. Don’t get me wrong, I can only fathom the misconceptions people have about dragon hybrids. Us rabbit hybrids get that a lot too, especially about sex. But as far back as I could remember, mythical hybrids in general were romanticized for all of the unique and mystical qualities they have. A lot of unhealthy good comes from that as well as a lot of toxic bad. To be honest, I was completely unaware of the true specifics of Moon Phasing. I had skimmed a very brief overview of Moon Phasing but I think I managed to skip out most of what you experience. I do know it affects every dragon hybrid differently, especially when they’ve already formed dens with others. But I didn’t know it was your mating period.”

“That being said, saying and doing are two very different things. Right now, I am 100% committed to this. I care about you guys a lot too. So much so that I am more than willing to accept all differing aspects about you. How would a relationship work if everything was perfect? Or what if nobody had flaws or fears or doubts or anything that could be seen as weak and negative? Not possible. I know I’m far from perfect and you all have accepted me, the good and the bad parts, that I never believed were lovable. So what kind of person would I be to not at least give you this. I’ll admit it’s a bit nerve wracking to know you guys may be a bit different than what I’m used to. And then to call you by a different name is also kind of jarring. But it’s nothing to run away from. If I were to run from any of you then that proves I never loved you, that I never was deserving of this relationship. And with all my heart, I can tell you that I would never do that. Not unless you gave me a true and legitimate reason. And so far, I haven’t heard one yet.”

It was almost as if the air was lifted. As if the tension dissipated and all their worries were washed away. If you were lying to them you were doing a hell of a job. They’ve had past partners make empty promises to them before but none of their words were as elaborately thought out or heart felt like yours. This gave them a frightening sense of hope. 6 months they’ve hidden this side from, longer if you were to count the start of your friendship. Of course they were a bit scared. But something about the way you comfort and give the benefit of the doubt to them makes breathing just a bit easier.

Jimin couldn’t hold back anymore. He practically tackled you into the sofa, burying himself in the crook of your neck as he scented what he had access to. It started to tickle so your natural response was to start laughing. That reaction gave Taehyung incentive to come and pile on top of the both of you with giggles radiating from the small group. The others either joined in or watched on lovingly.

“Y/n.” Namjoon called out.

“Yes?” you said trying to remove Taehyung from your abdomen.

“Thank you. I mean that. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

You were momentarily stunned before your eyes softened followed by a sweet smile.

“Of course Joonie.”

“Oh! But..uhm...one more thing…” you said feeling a bit hesitant.

They all paused, waiting in anticipation for your words.

“I would...I wouldn't mind uhm...assisting you guys during your...uhm you know. Just whenever you need me I’ll do my best. I’m not experienced...but I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

Your face felt like it was on fire. It was oddly embarrassing yet relieving to admit this to them. But your sensitive and shy heart couldn’t really bear to witness their reaction so, given your current position, you buried yourself into Hoseok’s side. This was probably for the best because the predatorial and animalistic looks they were giving you were far from innocent and if it weren’t for the fact that you were unprepared things would’ve become intimate rather quickly.

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A few days after that, you were heading into work a bit earlier than normal. That morning you had received a text from Taehyung requesting you meet with him before he was to be away on set for a few days. He had claimed he was craving some of the recently made chocolate chip cookies and wanted to take some with him. You, of course, were more than happy to, but you failed to understand why he needed to be so early when he didn’t have to leave for another couple of hours.

When you reached your shop, you were surprised to have seen the lights on and the door opened. Walking in, you spotted Taehyung, except he seemed a bit different. When he looked at you his eyes were no longer that deep wooded brown. They were a glowing icy blue. He cocked his head to the side with a playful smirk adorning his handsome face. Arms crossed as he leaned against the counter, he dripped with sensual and sexual desire.

It took you a second to figure out what was going on but then you realized. This was V. The full moon started last night and this was the first time you had met any of their Inner Dragons. You noticed that his horns were much longer, the surrounding area was much cooler than normal, and he definitely carried himself differently.

“V?” you immediately asked out of curiosity.

He just kept up that smirk, observing you silently. You were going to take that as a yes. Setting your bag down, you approached him like you would always, admittedly a bit hesitant at first. He opened his arms to you and you immediately obliged by hugging him. He held you tightly, ensuring his scent was all over you in the midst of that hug.

“Hello my little choco bun.”

“Hello my love. Did you get any sleep? I know you guys told me that the transition can be a bit hard on your night schedule.” you asked, looking up at him with slight concern.

He chuckled at you before cupping your face. He loved your innocent and doting personality when it came to them. All the more fun to corrupt.

“No need to worry. I managed this time. But I know what would make me feel better.” he said, approaching your ear.

“Eating your cookie.”

Your face went red and your ears were burning. The implication behind what he said seemed a bit suggestive. You weren’t entirely sure but you remember that V liked to toy with people so you didn’t take it to heart. In response, you tugged on his cheek playfully before walking away. It didn’t really matter because he already received the reaction he wanted.

Following close behind, you both made it to the back of the mini kitchen. You opened up the fridge where you stored a small container of the cookies just for him. When you handed it to him his eyebrow raised with confusion. Taking the lid off, he pulled a cookie out and ate one. He hummed a bit before speaking.

“It’s delicious. As always. But this isn’t what I wanted.” he sounded almost disappointed.

“Huh? But you asked for the cookies.” you reminded him.

“No, I asked for yours.”

“Those are mine silly. I made them last night.”

“No, love. That’s not what I meant. I want your cookie. I can guarantee it’s far sweeter than this. Softer, warmer, and wetter too.”

Oh.

That’s what he meant.

You froze, your heart was going crazy as you fell silent. He knew you finally caught on to what he was saying before another playful smirk came across his face. Taking your hand and dragging you further to the back of the kitchen, he pushed you against the counter, caging you away from the exit.

“You said you’d do anything we asked, right? To help us out during our time of need?” he questioned with purposeful intent.

You nodded, your mouth running dry and your throat hitched from saying anything.

“Good girl. Well then, what I want is to taste something far sweeter than your baked goods. I want to taste you.”

V licked his lips slowly, ensuring to maintain eye contact the whole time.

“May I?” he asked for confirmation.

“O-Of course...if it really means I’ll help you then-”

Before you even had a chance to finish your sentence, V had already lowered himself to your waistline. Unbuckingling your pants swiftly, he tugged them down along with your underwear, keeping sure that your tail didn’t yank along with it. The cool air breached your folds fairly quickly and the dripping wetness only made it colder. You inhaled sharply at how fast this was escalating but you were so turned on with temptation, you never once gave an indication that you wanted him to stop.

He smiled at what he was looking at, both at the darkened red hue adorning your cheeks and the brightly pink lips staring him directly in the face. You emulated a sweet and succulent scent that penetrated his senses. It was driving him crazy knowing no one was ever intelligent enough to claim you yet and he thanked his lucky stars for leaving and coming in early without any of his brothers realizing. He knew he would be reprimanded for this but he couldn’t give a damn. Now he can always hold the lead in being intimate with you and this, to him, was beyond honorable.

Your arousal was overflowing so much that it slowly began dripping down your inner thigh. V took advantage of the situation and began licking the trail all the way up to the outer corners of your pussy lips. He would drag his tongue back down the same way he traveled and then back up again in perfect repetition. Each time he made his way back up however, he inched closer to your opening, his hot breath tickling your core and causing you to take in sharp inhales.

When he was pleased with the teasing, he lightly flicked his tongue out at your swollen clit, causing you to squeak out louder than you were expecting. You covered your mouth hastily, embarrassed for being so loud and praying no one had heard you. V just laughed, rubbing your right thigh for comfort to get you to calm down a little.

“It’s okay little one, no one will be here for a while and, even so, it won't take me long to get what I want.”

Without so much as a warning he dipped his face in between your legs. He licked a long fat strip up the middle of your heat painstakingly slow, tasting every part his tongue touched. This was such a foreign feeling to you that you instinctively gripped the counter tip with so much force and bucked your hips in his direction. He continued this motion, a grin forming thanks to your reaction as he continued each long swipe of his tongue.

He eventually began to switch it up a bit, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking it slightly then going back to licking long strips from the bottom back up to the clit. It didn’t take much for you to start moaning or for your hips to rock against his tongue once more as he began eating you out with fervor. You wanted more of his tongue inside of you and he only obliged with each thrust. You’d never experienced anything quite like this. Only fantasized and imagined it. But no matter how experimental you got, nothing could compare to V’s work.

‘F-Fuck-” you whimpered.

His tongue began to penetrate you further and you screamed, gripping his locks, eventually finding his elongated horns and using them as leverage. Bucking harder into his mouth he wrapped both your legs around his shoulders to gain better access, really shoving his tongue into you as much as possible. You arched your back as a result, your body instinctively trying to get more of his tongue to deppen between your folds.

These actions went on for a while, your quivering whines and loud cries increasing in volume as a result. The sensation began building with every thrust. But V was far from done yet. He replaced his tongue with those long fingers of his, using them as a means to go even deeper inside of you. The new penetration was so intense you instantly contracted over the first appendage.

“My god you’re so tight and so fucking beautiful.”

“P-Please~ moore-AHh~”

He gently added a second finger to stretch you out and when he was given the green light based on your reaction, he added a third one. He pumped in and out at a quickened pace, the build garnering a stronger hold in the pits of your stomach.

“V-V~! I..I can’t...I can’t take it anymore~~! Please, I’m...I’m about to..~! Ehh Ahhhhh~!!!” you shouted.

“Then cum for me love.” he said, placing his whole mouth over your clit and sucking while his fingers pumped in and out of you.

It was a matter of seconds afterwards when your walls contracted over his fingers. You began to cum while gripping V’s horns and bucking harshly until you calmed down from the high. When it finally subsided, he retracted his fingers and removed your grip from around his shoulders. As a result you slid down the countertop onto your bare butt, panting heavily as your vision was still blurred white.

V was still on his knees between your legs and he began sucking his fingers as if it was the last thing on earth. Your breathing was ragged and your vision was slowly clearing up just enough to witness that. When you looked him in the eyes however, you noticed his handsome face was slicked with your juices as well and a vicious smile followed suit.

V eventually helped you off the floor, the both of you cleaning up and trying to look more presentable given your current state. Nothing was said at first until he snuck his arms around your waist with a satisfied hum, burying his face in the juncture of your neck. You eased into his touch, feeling oddly relaxed despite the exceedingly unsanitary and unprofessional thing you just did. He too felt the same, your scent having one of the most calming effects for his senses, especially now mixed with his own. He started kissing on your neck, sucking lightly on the dampened skin.

“Do you feel better?” you asked shyly.

“More than ever.” he nonchalantly answered.

“I...I didn’t hurt you did I? From when I-”

“From when you were fucking my mouth and death gripping my precious horns? Not at all.” he said teasingly.

You quickly turned to him, a horrified expression lacing your features.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you apologized profusely.

He put his hands up to cup your cheeks, a playful chuckle radiating from his throat. Your face was so warm from embarrassment, having never done something so vulgar before in your entire life. When he buried his head near your ear, he spoke in a hushed whisper.

“I told you, didn't I? That your cookie was going to be far better than anything you’d ever bake. And might I say, I’m quite addicted to it, little bun. So if it means my horns are going to have to go through a little beating, so be it”

With that, he kissed your cheek and let you go from his hold. You watched with slight confusion and a tinted hue on your face, as he waved with a wink, exiting out the door towards the elevator to who knows where. You knew that this was going to be a really long week and you began to question of you’d really be up to handle it.

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Choco Bun: 4

Choco Tart

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, verbal insulting (bullying), hurt & comfort, alcohol consumption, intrusive thoughts, self degradation

— Word Count: 6.8k

~MASTERPOST~

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 4! Dear god it’s been a minute and I’m sorry for the late update. I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and somehow managed to finish the rest of chapter 4! That being said, all chapters after that are going to be really short and more like various progressive scenarios in their life. I’d like to do that with all stories moving forward but we’ll see how that goes. Haha, please enjoy!

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It had been 6 months since the night of the gala and you had blossomed a very unexpectedly close friendship with the 7 CEO’s of BTS Corp. The men would often visit you during odd hours throughout the work day and sometimes more than once if they had the free time. It was even becoming natural that, depending on their work, they would spend their entire time in your small cafe. You liked days like that. It made you feel special that one, maybe even a few, of them would resort themselves to indulging in your presence. Of all the places they could’ve easily gravitated towards, it was always you in the end.

You didn’t want to think too much into it though, pleased with the current standing of your relationship with them. You were already considered lucky and you didn’t want to seem selfish or greedy by asking for more. But a girl could dream right? She could imagine that they really did want to be there to be closer to her. To adore her from afar, watching her every move as she worked. To believe they would look up and smile at her soothing voice or the way her hair had framed her face that day. You marveled at the mere thought of the idea, relishing in the possibility that they really could view you the same way as you did to them. How unfortunate you never once realized how true those scenarios were.

But such concepts would slowly start to burn under the intrusive thoughts that were becoming more and more frequent as of late. It was no hidden fact that the guys had shown a form of favoritism for you and they made no need to hold back during your interactions. They never did anything unprofessional or inappropriate openly but it was clear to many that you guys had exceeded past mere employers and employee. It didn’t take long for rumors to spread, more so than they had already, and you unfortunately had the luxury of hearing many of them when it was assumed you couldn’t. Few were innocent but many weren’t the most positive.

“Not the most ideal partner for someone like them.”

“I know dragon hybrids are a bit inclusive with their partners but doesn’t that kinda still make her a slut for like, I don’t know, flirting with all of them?”

“She’s probably putting herself out to get some type of extra benefit?”

“People like that are easy to read. First you reel them in, get pregnant by them when the time comes, and keep them locked in for their money. Foreigners are all the same.”

“She’s not ugly but...she’s not that pretty.”

“She’s a bit...bigger than I was envisioning. Can you imagine her having sex with them? She’d crush poor Jimin under her weight.”

“I mean, she could try to lose a few pounds to at least look nicer.”

“Only a few? What the hell are they thinking? So what, she’s exotic looking. Doesn’t mean anything. I’ve seen prettier and guys like that could do better. Seriously, even I outdo her!”

When you would make eye contact with some of the people who you’ve overheard say these things, they would often freeze and scurry off. Sometimes you wondered if they even remembered you were a hybrid and had far better hearing than most humans. You also started to believe they forgot you spoke Korean. You knew most of what was said stemmed from jealousy and maybe even insecurity. In fact, it was always the same group of people who said the negative things about you. Most of the other staff who even witnessed your interactions with them either didn’t care or smiled at the cute engagement. Some would tell you how lucky you were and asked about their personalities. But it never went further than that.

As much as you knew that their views about your relationship did not define it, sometimes their words cut deeper than you’d care to admit. You often felt inferior to them in more ways than one. You were fairly self-conscious about your physical looks and felt you weren’t good enough to be more than friends with them, even if you wished for it from time to time. They had always been so kind and welcoming to countless individuals regardless of their gender, ethnicity, body shape, and hybrid type. But deep down you felt you weren’t exactly on equal footing with them even when you so badly wanted to be. They were so close yet so far and that hurt more than anything. So when you heard these hurtful statements, you couldn’t help but find some form of truth behind them based on past experiences and toxic beliefs.

What made it even harder for you was the fact they made it so easy to fall for them. There was something about all 7 of them that made it almost impossible to not be charmed by. In your case, it became much deeper than surface level circumstances as you were fortunate enough to see sides of them not many others had before. Namjoon was much clumsier and unaware of things than people realized, even with his curious mind and high IQ. Yoongi was far more sensitive and emotional towards people, especially those he cares the most about. Seokjin was very self-conscious about his role as the oldest, fearing he wasn’t good enough despite being so confident. Hoseok wasn’t as bright or as happy as people liked to assume that he was, often being very mellow and laid back. Jimin was far too hard on himself about almost everything even though he had the whole world at his fingertips. Taehyung was far more creative and insightful than people gave him credit for, his popularity usually stemming from his looks alone. And Jungkook had days when carrying the burden of being the “golden maknae” was just too much for him, even when he did a phenomenal job at hiding it and proving himself.

These circumstances put many things into perspective and honestly, you were grateful for them sometimes. As much as you felt inferior to them, instances like this made it a little easier to view yourself otherwise. It wasn’t the best feeling to admit but it never disregarded the indescribable pain and deepening hurt felt when you would hear and see the guys view themselves in not the best of light. Of course it was natural to feel inadequate and to have bad days, but there was just something about seeing them in that way that almost transferred to you. Almost as if you guys shared the feeling. But it wasn’t just with the negative feelings, it was with the positive ones too.

When they were happy, you were ecstatic. When they felt proud, you felt honored. When they were giddy, you were slaphappy. It was almost as if the feelings shared between you all were amplified to an incomprehensible level for you. You weren’t entirely sure if they felt the same intense emotion but you knew that it was becoming more prevalent the more you spent time together. When you noticed things really got out of hand, you decided to take it upon yourself to do some research. At first, you didn’t really receive anything helpful, some websites and blogs going on tangents about medical issues that you’d never heard of before. But after a while you discovered something that surprised you. Something that you’re not sure if you should truly believe in.

They claimed it was the first stages of mating, something specifically pertaining to mythical hybrids. When a mythical hybrid finds strong interest in a potential mate, they court them subtly. This courting process is actually something that happens between the mythical animal and the partner of choices' inner animal (if hybrid) or inner instinct (if human). If the partner of choice reciprocates the courtship then the mating bond goes up to the next level. And that level includes intuitive feelings and shared emotions. Between two hybrids, the instinctual connection of mates is far better felt than between a human and human or a human and hybrid. Regardless, when the recipient starts to have a heightened sense of shared emotions, it is a clear indicator that the mates are ready to move on to the next stage: fulfilling the bond.

Your face set ablaze at the next part, the talks of intimate sex that would last for hours maybe even days depedning on the mates in question. The mere thought of being heavily intimate with 7 sought after individuals made you feel all sorts of confusing things and you’d rather not dapple into that at the moment. You didn’t, no, couldn’t completely rid yourself of the possibility of you being their mate, not when too many things lined up. But you also had a really hard time believing you’d ever be so lucky. You knew dragon hybrids had multiple mates or even mated within a group. It honestly varied depending on the den the dragon’s were associated with. When you really thought about it, you weren’t exactly sure what kind of dynamic the guys had. You also never asked. You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to be honest. Of course you wanted to but you spent more time in your head thinking about it than actually confronting them.

“She okay?” Jimin questioned, never taking his eyes off of you.

“She seems a bit dazed out.” Hoseok added on in agreement.

“She’s beautiful…” Jungkook mumbled out, staring at you.

Jimin and Hosek shot Jungkook a look before snickering at him. He realized what he had said and quickly averted his gaze to his hands. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Yes she is, but our little bunbun still seems a bit out of it.” Jimin pouted, a heavy sigh following suit.

You were completely oblivious to their staring, per usual, as you were dealing with the last of your customers for the lunch period. When you had finished up you glanced over at the trio who looked more than pleased to finally have your attention. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head in their direction. Jimin was the first to get up and rush towards you, excited for this evening's promised venture. Hoseok and Jungkook were quick to follow. You had told them you’d help them practice making latte art. They were so excited and so happy that it became infectious. In fact, you were grateful because it served as a nice distraction from your hectic thoughts.

“Uhm...mine looks like a blob.” Hoseok stated disappointed.

Jimin fell back in laughter, cackling and running into the cabinet behind him. Hoseok looked over at Jimin’s cup and scoffed, pointing at it with a smirk.

“If you think mine’s so funny, what’s that supposed to be?” Hoseok questioned.

“It’s a heart.” he stated proudly.

“It looks like poop.”

“I know! A poop heart.”

The two bursted into laughter, reminiscent of immature school boys who even thought the word “peepee” was funny. To be fair, though, you couldn’t help but chuckle along with them, the fact Jimin openly admitted he made a poop heart being kinda funny to you. But it was the lack of response from the youngest one that ceased your chuckling. When you looked over at Jungkook, you were pleasantly surprised to see him so invested in his design still. You didn’t want to make him nervous or bother his concentration but you decided to take a quick peak anyway. So did the others when they realized your attention fell somewhere else.

“Is that a peacock?!” Jimin called out.

“How’d you do that?” Hoseok asked.

Jungkook blushed a little, refusing to look up and make eye contact with anyone.

Kookie! That’s amazing! Have you been practicing? Seriously, you all are doing so well. Some people pour the milk straight down and nothing shows at the top on their first try.” you said with astonishment, proud of all the boys for managing to have the foam concentrated on the surface.

The three froze at your words, eyes wide with shock at what you said. You were too busy admiring the insanely well done design, despite it being a relatively new concept for him, to even realize the three faces concentrated on you. When you finally did look up at them, you were a bit confused by their jarred expressions.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with rising concern.

“Kookie...you called him...Kookie.” Jimin stated.

“I’ve never heard you call him that before.” Hoseok said, somewhat surprised.

“She’s never called any of us cute nicknames before!” Jimin retorted with hints of jealousy.

You started to feel self conscious the more they kept pointing it out. You honestly didn’t mean to call him that, a nickname many fans would often give Jungkook. You got so excited that it kinda slipped out of your mouth without thinking. Yes, you considered them friends, but you weren’t sure if you were granted the ability to start calling them affectionately like that. You stiffened a little, the worry evident in your features as you bowed slightly in Jungkook’s direction.

“I...I’m so sorry Jungkook. I was being way too informal with you. I apologize.” you said with sincerity.

It was relatively rare when instances like this occurred but it was the first time in a long time Jungkook shot both Hoseok and Jimin something deeper than irritated looks. It was quick and it didn’t go unnoticed by the older males but nothing was said as a result. You, of course, never witnessed it yourself, instead you were met with Jungkook standing directly in front of you holding your hands in his larger ones.

“Please don’t apologize Y/n. I like when you call me that. It feels like we’re closer to one another and that makes me really happy.”

Before a blush even had a chance to make its way to your face, Jimin pushed Jungkook out of the way. Jealousy was too soft of a word to describe the feeling coursing through the smallest male.

“What about me? I want a cute nickname too! I thought we were closer Y/n!” Jimin claimed.

“Seems like you’re playing favorites little one. That’s not very nice.” Hoseok added with a fake pout.

You raised your hands in defense, a slight dread falling over you.

“N-No! I don’t have a favorite! I love you guys all equally.” you blurted out.

The room fell silent for a moment, your nerves blocking out the realities of what you just admitted aloud. Oh but they heard it and they soaked up every last drop of what was spoken. That indescribable color clouded their dark irises again, something you hadn’t seen since the gala a few months back. When you studied all the boys, glancing at each of them for a moment, it finally hit you.

“W-Wai-”

“You love us, bunbun?” Hoseok asked first with an underlying tone of seriousness.

“Do you mean it?” Jimin asked, almost hopeful.

Jungkook stayed silent but his eyes were filled with the same desperate urgency for an answer. Your immediate response was to say yes, as you truly loved them in a sense that friends love and care for each other. But deep down, you wanted to admit that it was a little bit more than what a friendship could ever define. However, you were scared. Really scared. In an attempt to hide that vulnerability, you smiled while standing up straight. Eyes locked with Hoseok as your features softened.

“Of course I love you guys. We’re friends aren’t we? You all mean the world to me and I care about you! Unless...am I overstepping...again?” you asked almost hesitantly.

It was the word “friend” that made Jimin’s smile falter and eyes cast to the floor in disappointment. Jungkook also looked away, not wanting to make eye contact with you, his heart aching as a result. But it was Hoseok who kept up an unwavering appearance. The younger two made it hard not to notice the unexpected reaction but Hoseok stepped in to keep your attention trained solely on him.

“Of course we are little one! Just making sure Jungkook wasn’t getting all the love. Which, on that note, we have to head out.” Hoseok announced.

“A-Already? So soon?” you asked, a little desperate.

Something seemed off. Really off. Their scent changed and even though Hoseok was doing a really good job at hiding it, his smell was different too. Your eyes looked over all of them absolutely knowing something was wrong and for some reason, you wanted to cry. What have you done? What did you do wrong? Was it something you said? Something you did? Your mind went into overdrive and before you could even process it, the tears had started to fall. They froze, the rapid change in your scent putting them on high alert.

“Y/n? Y/n, what’s wrong?” Jungkook called out worried.

Jimin was quick to come to your aid, cupping your cheeks in his palms to wipe the tears with his thumbs. He was the first to immediately realize what was going on. Your emotions were becoming more aligned with theirs and they were heightened far more than they had realized. That instantly sent Jimin into regret, foolishly acting without thinking. It was no brainer that you were their mate. They realized it far quicker than you ever had and they knew how dragon hybrids affect their mate, especially when they’re not the same hybrid at all and there’s 7 of them.

Jimin had almost instantly eased your anxiety, humming soothingly while he rocked you back and forth. He held your gaze lovingly and smiled such a sweet and charming smile. The tears had ceased and you caved under his touch. You were scenting his hands without even realizing it and that made his little heart jump in joy. Jungkook and Hoseok watched in awe, witnessing the powers of a wind dragon firsthand. However, it’s what he did next that caught you all off guard.

Your eyes widened, almost as if the trance was broken as soon as his lips touched your forehead. First laced with shock, it was instantly replaced with annoyance and jealousy as Hoseok and Jungkook continued watching. Your cheeks heated and you shied away as soon as he lifted himself away from you. Upon first glance he looked so innocent but his devious eyes told another story.

“Don’t cry my love. We’ll be back together soon. No need to worry your pretty little head.” Jimin assured.

All you could do was nod your head as you were too nervous to say anything in return. Jimin was pleased with your response and waved you goodbye before being the first to head out. You all watched him saunter out before you felt someone grab your hand gently. It was Jungkook.

“Y-Y/n...I promise you I’ll visit you as soon as I can, okay?” Jungkook added, a genuine smile present on his handsome features.

“Okay…” you mumble softly, a small smile appearing as well.

When Jungkook exited it was just Hoseok and you. When you locked eyes he took his hand and placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He smiled with so much love and admiration that it made your heart go crazy.

“Here little bun.” he said, handing you an envelope.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously.

“It’s a personal invite to have you join us this weekend. We’re hosting a monthly fundraiser to help lower income neighborhoods across Korea. We would like to have you there. Things have been so busy setting up that we hadn’t formally asked you yet. Sorry if it’s last minute.” he explained.

“Oh! That’s amazing! I’d love to help out. Is there anything specifically I should make? Or a location I should set up in? Oh where’s it being held? Should I dress up??”

“Y/n.” Hoseok sternly said, gripping your cheeks gently.

“We’re not asking you to come as a worker. We’re asking to come as our personal guest.” he corrected.

“O-Oh! Really?” you asked once more.

“Yeah, love. But we can talk about it later. Don’t get too hung up on the details right now.” he encouraged.

“Okay Hobi...I’ll see you later.” you said, waving sweetly as he exited.

Hoseok smirked at the sudden name, pleased with it falling from your lips. You assumed it was just a natural response from his normal demeanor as he winked and fully disappeared from your sight.

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Feeling a little out of your element was an understatement, especially from the point of view of a guest instead of a worker. Last time you were at their mansion, It was easy to be preoccupied when serving the guests, you were almost guaranteed a conversation about a topic you understood, but here in the midst of all the fancy, well dressed, high class individuals; that was a bit harder.

Instead of worrying too much about it, you decided to make your way around, briefly looking at all the well designed boards and professional banners on display for guests to donate money. It was admirable the amount of charities partnered with BTS Corp and their reputation only encouraged the prospects here to follow suit in providing funds. With what little you had, you tried to offer up something to each booth you came across. To them, a little bit of money was better than none, and they were very grateful for your donation.

Something about helping people always made you feel good. Rather it be serving them, providing comfort, or even donating a little bit of money; there was always this lighthearted feeling of accomplishment. As an additional reward, you opted to eat a Chocolate tart, one of few dishes available to the guests. But, unfortunately for you, that happy feeling, the delicious tart, all paled rather quickly at the sudden giggle coming from your right. When you looked up, your heart almost stopped in its tracks, your blood ran cold, and your ears stiffened.

She was a pretty little thing. Dressed in a sparkly, form-fitting, cocktail dress, her long hair was pinned to the side revealing her unblemished slender shoulders. From where you were standing you couldn’t tell if she was Korean or not, but from her words, she spoke the language like a true native. Short in stature, natural make-up, outgoing, preppy, pretty; she managed to catch the attention of a few of the male guests loitering around. But it was the two males she was currently occupying that made you react the way you did. Jimin and Seokjin. It was clear that they were smitten with her. I mean, you couldn’t blame them. The way they crowded around her. Looked at her. The light touches shared between them came off as flirtatious. You hated it. Deep down inside, you wanted to rip that human's throat out.

But as soon as the thought came to your mind you averted your entire being away from the group. You felt disgusted, ashamed, vile. You hated this sudden rise in jealousy. Your animal instincts, when feeling threatened, was to leave away from the danger. So that’s what you decided to do after you discarded the treat. But tonight wasn’t going to be so kind to you. You didn’t even take several steps before you were met with the next heart wrenching sight.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook were speaking to an elderly pegasus hybrid. Her long wings sparkled beautifully against her pale dress. Her hair was braided and adorned with small flowers. Accompanying her were two younger female pegasus hybrids who were as equally, if not more so, beautiful as her. One was roughly your age while the other was slightly older. You figured they were sisters and by lingering around a bit, you managed to catch a glimpse of the conversation.

“I’m surprised to see such fine, young, and successful bachelors without a mate yet. You boys should consider settling down soon!” the elderly woman proclaimed.

Yoongi just chuckled dismissively while Jungkook stayed quiet with a slight smile.

“That would be something ideal for the future, but right now our sights are preoccupied.” Namjoon responded vaguely, a respectful smile adorning his features.

The elderly woman chuckled and waved him off, far from letting this topic go.

“Nonsense Mr. Kim! The sooner the better! Here, let me introduce you all to some very important people.”

The woman gestured to the two younger girls to come to her side. They did as she told, the youngest one shyly averting her gaze while the oldest tried to maintain confidence.

“These are my granddaughters. They’re both around your age you know. Seona here is a natural born singer. And the little one, Mora, has an eye for design. They are my most prized possessions. Beautiful, talented, charming, and smart.”

The conversation carried on as you’d expect. When you looked at the two girls, it was undeniable they were beautiful. From the looks of it, they all felt the same way. It didn’t take long for them to warm up and start conversing, the two girls becoming more bold with their touchy actions. But what irked you was they were all doing it back almost as if on purpose. You knew if a rabbit and a pegasus would ever physically fight one another, the rabbit would fall immediately. But that didn’t stop the thought of still trying. At this point, you were getting more irritated.

Quickly dismissing yourself, you attempted to make your way to the balcony. However, you were blessed with one last push over the edge before calming your nerves. Tonight's festivities were made to be a bit more fun and they sectioned off part of the room for a dance. Whoever could dance the themed routine perfectly would donate the prize money to whatever charity of their choice. Little games like this were stationed all throughout the mansion and made the atmosphere a bit livelier. You didn’t much care that a dance was taking place but something still made you look over there. And as soon as you did, you froze.

There they were, Hoseok and Taehyung dancing with two women doing the Rumba, one of the most romantic ballroom dances known. The one with Taehyung was much older than him but no less pretty. She was the true definition of a cougar, which was fitting given the fact that she was a cougar hybrid. They didn’t know the dance all that well but did a hell of a job trying. The one with Hoseok was younger than you but seemed to be a bit more mature for her age. Sharp features, smokey eyes, tall, and thin. She was fit to dance with someone like Hoseok, as they shined perfectly on the floor.

It wasn’t so much as the dancing that bothered you, but the way the both held the women and looked at them. It almost made your anger deflate, you sighing in defeat as this night progressively deteriorated. Your ears flattened and you promptly removed yourself as soon as the dance was over. Finding the balcony, you noticed a staircase leading down to the garden below. Without so much as a second thought you took the stairs until you were met with ground level.

Surprisingly, some of the staff were also here and they were filling up champagne glasses to take upstairs. You, uncaringly, decided to nab a bottle of what you thought was champagne and take it with you as you made your way further out into the garden. The flowers were beautiful under the moonlight, freshly watered with little dew drops kissing their petals. You felt so much more calm when around nature and right now all you wanted to do was submerge yourself in it. As well as that bottle of...champagne.

The party had reached its limit and guests were leaving in groups at this point. Over 1 billion won was made tonight across all the charities and the guys felt drained. But most of all they felt...off. Uncomfortable. Sad. Angry. Hurt. So many things at once and it was becoming taxing. Once all the guests left the vicinity, they grouped up.

“Have you seen Y/n at all?” Jungkook asked, almost frantic.

“Only in passing but I hadn’t had a chance to really talk to her tonight.” Yoongi sighed, grueling over the previous conversation with the persistent elderly woman.

“Something feels wrong you guys.” Jimin said, his voice low and almost fragile.

Namjoon and Hoseok approached the group shortly after.

“We didn’t see her leave with any of the guests.” Namjoon stated.

“The guards hadn’t seen her leave either.” Hoseok added.

“Oh!” Taehyung chimed in.

All attention was on him immediately, waiting impatiently for his response.

“Just after the dance had ended, I saw her go to the balcony. But…” he trailed off.

“But what?” Seokjin pressured.

“She seemed sad. She smelt sad. I felt sad.” Taehyung finally said.

“The balcony?” Jungkook questioned, making an immediate dart there.

The others followed close behind until they were all standing outside. Searching around, Seokjin eventually spotted a figure sitting in the midst of the flower garden.

“There. Next to the daffodils.” he pointed out.

The group rushed down the stairs and towards the middle of the field. Before they reached you they found the bottle of half empty vodka and heard sniffling coming from you.

“Y/n?” Namjoon called out to you.

“I….I...knew...that stwoopid bottle wasn’t...uhm...wasn’t...champion.” you slurred with tears running down your puffy cheeks.

“Love, you drank half the bottle. What made you do that?” Hoseok asked out of concern.

“I...was...hurting...wright here.” you said childishly pointing to your heart.

“God she’s drunk.” Yoongi said, slipping off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

“I’m not drunk! I...I’m sad…” you said whiny.

Jimin was the first to sit next to you, gripping your shivering hands in his. He gave you a long stern look, witnessing the tear stains littering your cheeks.

“What happened Y/n? Did someone hurt you?” he asked hesitantly.

You just chuckled, falling limp in his hands.

“That’s…*hic*...an understatement.” you said solemnly.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked.

It went quiet, your mind not fully registering who you were talking to. But it was the first time you felt the urge to spill out everything you had been harboring for the past 6 months. Your eyes began to sting from the welling tears. You bit your lip and clenched your fists as hard as you could given your current state as they waited patiently for you to admit your concerns.

“Have you ever loved someone you knew would never love you back? That’s the story of my life actually. Every guy I’ve ever liked has never wanted to be with someone like me. In a way, I don’t think I could completely blame them. I’m not that pretty, I’m not thin, I'm socially awkward, and very shy. Hell, I’ve even had people say how my skin color is undesirable. I try to not let these things bother me, believing that one day my prince charming will come along and prove to me why I had to experience so much rejection. But it really seems like the universe hates me. Here I am catching feelings for not only one man, but seven. Ha, to make matters worse, they’re my bosses and individuals who I’ve looked up to for a very long time. How cliche is that? But they’re so charming. So genuine, and kind, and warm, and sweet...and…” the tears started to fall and you began sobbing.

“I’ll never be good enough for them and it hurts so badly! Those girls in there are so damn pretty. They’re smart, and talented, and...they’re everything I’ll never be. There’s no way any of them, let alone all seven of them, would ever fall in love with me. I should just be happy I even managed to meet them let alone become friends. I’m so stupid!” you said breaking down, crying loudly in Jimin’s lap.

All they could do was stand there silently, their hearts shattering at your sudden confession. Have you really thought so little of yourself? Did you truly believe you were undesirable, someone undeserving of love? Something deep inside them was filled with a distastable mix of rage and pain. Individuals like Jimin felt the pain and individuals like Hoseok felt the rage. In that moment, all they could think about was comforting you the best they could and if they were given the opportunity, they’d track down every guy who’s ever once said something cruel to you and kill them.

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When you finally woke up, you were in a room that was oddly familiar. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but the more you attempted to sort this out the harder your head pounded. you barely remembered what happened last night and your eyes felt puffy. However, you realized you were out of your dress and your face was clean from the makeup you put on. Sitting up was a bit of a challenge but you somehow managed. Looking around the room was easier now and it took a couple of minutes to realize that you were inside the mansion still.

“What happened last night?” you called out loudly.

Suddenly, at the drop of a hat, bits and pieces of yesterday flooded your mind. You remember the pang of jealousy each time you saw the guys with another girl. You remember feeling angry with them and then that anger turned on to you. You remember the self deprecating thoughts that entered your mind. You remember feeling overwhelmed and venturing off to the garden. You remember drinking out of spite for your own health. And then...you remembered the one thing you wish you hadn't. Your overly honest confession...to...Jimin? Or was it Yoongi?

You vaguely remember who was there, your low tolerance for alcohol fogging your memory. You weren’t even sure if it actually happened, hoping deep down inside it was merely a dream. But you knew it wasn’t and your heart dropped at the massive blunder you made. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sighed heavily. You felt like a bratty child who didn’t get what they wanted. You felt ashamed for being so jealous. It’s not like you owned them. You weren’t dating. They have every right to be smitten with other women. You are far from the only one pinning after them and to go and dump all of that onto them like you did was not only unfair but it was unprofessional.

As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you needed to own up to your actions and formally apologize to them. The thought of seeing them scared you though and deep down inside you wanted to selfishly stay hidden in this room. So after a few quick breathing exercises, some meditation, and freshening yourself up; you made your way out of the room. Luckily for you, Mrs. Choi was just passing by. You two spoke briefly before asking the dreaded question on your mind.

“May I ask you something?” you hesitated.

“Of course my dear.”

“Do you know...uhm...do you know where the guys are at?”

She smiled softly at you as if she knew exactly where this was going. You got a weird feeling that she anticipated your question and the intent behind your reasoning. You had no proof, just an intuitive feeling that she knew.

“Of course. They’re in Mr. Kim’s office. All of them, actually. They requested that you were to be looked after until you were feeling better. I’m sure they’re waiting for you.” she said.

She provided directions to get there and hugged you. No words were shared between you two when you departed but her eyes spoke to you. Saying as if everything was going to be okay and not to worry. You took your time reaching there, using the journey to conjure up what you should say, how you should apologize but your anxiety was making that hard. Before you knew it, you had already reached the doors and knocked.

“Here goes nothing.” you mumbled, hoping to rip the bandaid off asap.

“Come in.” Namjoon spoke from the other side.

You could hear shuffling and slight movement. Putting your hand on the handle, you took a deep breath before entering. As soon as they spotted you, they all froze in their spots, eyeing your every move. They seemed just as thrown off as you. Unfortunately, your nerves were resurfacing rather quickly at all the staring and silence. So you took your chance to be as honest as possible before backing down.

“Mr. Kim….no...everyone. I am so sorry about last night. What I did was way out of line. Not only was I unprofessional but I acted like an immature whiny brat. I dumped my personal feelings on to you all after I had taken a bottle of your alcohol, which I promise I will pay you back for. I completely understand if you would like to reprimand me for my actions. I will not argue or fight back against whatever punishment you all decide. And...I’m sorry for what I said. It’s probably best that I take my leave very soon.” you explained in full as you bowed apologetically.

The silence was deafening. You were too afraid to look them in their eye but you jumped when you heard someone get up from their seat. It was Namjoon, you knew it. He approached you, getting directly in front of you.

“Look at me Y/n.” he demanded, but in a soft tone.

You did as he told, fear evident in your eyes. But in his, it was nothing but sadness. That confused you. Why did he look so sad?

“Are you saying that you didn’t mean what you said? That you don’t have feelings for us Ms. Y/n?” he asked with stern authority.

“I-I…”

“You meant it, right?” Jungkook impatiently asked.

“The feelings...because I...we…” Jimin chimed in nervously.

“We feel the same way about you.” Hoseok admitted with a sheepish smile.

“But we need to know for an absolute fact you feel the same way. That you truly meant everything you said last night.” Yoongi added looking you directly in your eyes.

“But this...this doesn’t make sense. How could...why would any of you...want-”

“Why would any of us want you? Fall for you? Be with you? My love, I could go on forever as to why we would want to be with you.” Seokjin chuckled before smiling softly at you.

“And I can promise that we’d spend our days proving to you those reasons. I swear it.” Taehyung promised.

The sudden and unbelievable confession brought tears to your eyes. Your heart wrenched at their words. It was a dream that you’ve played over and over again in your head. It wasn’t quite like this but it was presented before you nonetheless. But you couldn’t bring yourself to truly believe such an amazing dream so all you could do was cry.

“Why...I’m not...I can’t! You all deserve someone who’s, someone who…”

Your words were fumbling. Your brain went blank. You were nervous and scared, this vulnerability being new for you. Namjoon noticed this and took the opportunity to embrace you in his arms, holding you tenderly against his chest. It was warm and safe and it felt so unreal. Is that what hugging a man you love feels like?

“Yes, I meant everything I said! You all mean so much to me. I’d do anything for you. But I...I never thought you’d...any of you would ever like me like that. I so badly wanted to be something more for you but I...I’ve never had anyone...like me back and I don’t know what it’s like and...I’m so scared that this opportunity is too good to be true because my heart can’t handle being this vulnerable and then instantly rejected.”

Namjoon just rubbed up and down your back as you cried in his arms. The others looked desperate to be in Namjoon’s position, hints of jealousy evident in some of their eyes. But for the most part they just wanted you to be okay. When you began to calm down a bit, Namjoon cupped your cheeks. He looked so lovingly into your eyes, using his thumbs to brush away falling tears before speaking the words that sealed your connection.

“Let us love you in a way that you’ve always deserved. Let us prove to you that everything we claim comes only from our heart. A genuine, loving, yearning desire to be with you. And my love, let us walk through this journey together, side-by-side into something more beautiful.”

“Do you mean it? All of you?” you asked for clarification.

“We’d stake our whole lives on it.”

“Then….I’d very much like that.” you said with a sweet smile.

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Choco Bun: 1

Choco Cream

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: verbal bullying (mild), sexual tension, fluff

— Word Count: 8.6k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 1! I think this is the longest chapter I’ve ever written? I did a little everyday and took me about a whole week! I hope you all enjoy it! :) ________________________________________________________________

Anyone who tells you that your dreams and goals are unattainable because of where and who you want to work with, is lying to you. Especially if, no matter what, you stay consistent, faithful, and hardworking. You’re bound to manifest a life you deserve, possibly even one greater. Never falter. Never cave. Never settle. Stay true to yourself, your dreams, and keep going. Through the redirection, the obstacles, even through the days you want to give up. Don’t. So that’s exactly what you did. And you succeeded.

People told you how insane it was to want to open up a coffee shop in South Korea. How you should just open up one here or, better yet, work at a coffee shop and work your way up through management. You were met with much of this talk, unsure why so many people were quick to shoot you down before even giving you a chance.

Luckily, your immediate family was very supportive, having always offered any form of assistance to make your dreams come true. You were beyond thankful for that aspect. However, those like your uncle and your grandfather cautioned you, fearful that your complexion may cause you unwanted and unneeded issues as well as the fact that you’re a bunny hybrid. That scared them even more, especially seeing how, as of late, many rabbit based hybrids have gone missing and placed in sex trafficking rings.

You took the feedback into consideration, realizing that it stemmed from a protective lens. But it felt like settling to you and you were far from wanting to do that. You studied, perfected, and even gained a crazy amount of followers posting YouTube videos and instagram posts on you baking, giving recipes, and showcasing your latte art. You really weren’t expecting to blow up like you did, as you were far from being used to mass amounts of support from strangers. But you definitely appreciated it beyond what words could ever describe.

So when you were contacted by a representative of BTS Corp, saying you were very surprised was a bit of an understatement. You knew of BTS Corp, admired their upbringing, and had always dreamt of being able to meet them one day. You guys really aren't that different, they just happened to hit success much faster than you could. Of course you were skeptical at first and the nice young lady who contacted you must’ve realized that. So she did more than enough to prove to you who she was and who she worked for.

She explained to you that the guys were looking for their own authentic coffee brand, not a popular chain millions of people frequented. One that was charming, inviting, warm, and genuine. Something different, unique, and could represent them as a whole for their new and improved company building. You apparently hit the nail on the head of everything they were looking for. Add the fact that you have expressed your interest in Korean culture, planned on moving to Korea, and even speak the language almost at native level; they saw no one better suited than you.

You weren’t sure why they hadn’t picked someone from Korea who could be just as qualified if not more so, but she just chuckled and never really answered you. You weren’t sure if it was because you were excited or shocked, but you didn’t really bother to ask further when she lacked a response. So when you went through the important technical aspects such as official paperwork, purchasing of a plane ticket, housing, pay, contracting, and a work visa; you happily told your family and family friends about the whole ordeal. They were excited for you, elated even. You shared your fair share of tears, celebrated, and spent the next month packing for your sudden life change.

BTS Corp was far from being your run of the mill company. Stationed in Seoul, South Korea, BTS Corp is one of the largest entertainment service companies dedicated to thousands of individuals. They help with music, modeling, advertising, acting, product placement, and so much more. Some of the most big named entertainers come here to do business. Well known name brands book shoots and even commercials are shot here. It was absolutely insane how popular this company turned out. To make matters even more interesting, it’s run by 7 CEOs who overlook certain divisions. 7 CEOs who are all hybrids on top of that. But wait! Not just any type of hybrid, dragon hybrids.

You first had Kim Namjoon, a 26 year old earth dragon hybrid who was head of all international affairs. He sets up business dealings, contracts, and oversaw the acceptance of collaborations, interviews, and other important deeds with other countries. Next was Kim Seokjin, 28 year old water dragon hybrid who dealt with advertisements and dealings involving all food brands and products. He’s often in the commercials or ads used. He’s followed by Min Yoongi, 27 year old moon dragon hybrid who oversees all music producing, lyrical writing, instruments, and vocals for singers (bands, solo artists, and up and coming dreamers). We have Jung Hoseok next, a 26 year old sun dragon hybrid who works close with Yoongi. He oversees all dance related entertainment and makes sure to always provide moves that can be authentic to his clients. Park Jimin, a 25 year old wind dragon hybrid, is head of all fashion related advertisement and products as well as modeling. Though all 7 of the CEOs often model products, Jimin is usually seen with the more high end brands as the model. Kim Taheyung is next and he is a 25 year old ice dragon hybrid who oversees all acting and actor related work. He plans the best locations for filming, gives input on actors who may best portray the character in question, and will even offer up advice to newer actors who feel nervous. Last, but not least, is Jeon Jungkook, 23 years old fire dragon hybrid who is in charge of the training for just about all actors and musicians. He creates routines, dietary programs, lessons, and keeps track of the entertainers body. What makes him so interesting is that he’s very kind yet stern, often charming his clients and never once pushing them too hard. They’ve all always succeeded and in a healthy way.

You knew everything about them that was shared publicly, how they started out with nothing, being ridiculed, and then making it big. Being a hybrid who owns a company wasn’t as uncommon as it used to be. But to have 7 hybrids band together to own one of the largest entertainment companies in the world, yeah, that was far from easy. It took so much will power, so much work, so much dedication and passion. That’s why you looked up to them so much. They never gave up and neither did you.

And so now, here you are, standing in front of your newly modeled coffee shop in the midst of Seoul inside one of the biggest buildings you’d ever seen. Based on the items you requested in advance, it was like an identical replica of your little kitchen back at home (but with much more space and an area for customers to sit). It was beautiful and inviting, a little piece of home here with you.

However, as amazing as it all was, you had to admit you found it a bit odd that you were placed on the 19th floor of a 26 floor building. Usually, all ingestible related services were near the main floor, as that’s where the main food court is held. Though it wasn’t odd to have a mini food court half way up and a few floater stations for those who simply did not have the time to make it through all the levels, you were sold on the idea that you were to be part of the main floor. You had no complaints however, just a bit confused on the decision to put you so close to the floors the CEOs each worked on.

Which is what brought you to your next thing. You’d now been here for three months and you hadn’t really seen any of the aforementioned individuals. You’ve surprisingly had quite a lot of customers, some even going out of their way to order from you. But not one of them was any of the seven CEOs. You knew what they looked liked and even sounded like but it was as if they didn’t even exist. It was a bit surprising seeing as you’re so close to where they work but chose not to worry too much about it. You may not have been able to officially see them but you definitely met some pretty amazing people in the meantime.

A-list Korean celebrities had come to your little shop more often than you’d care to admit. Individuals people all over the world would kill to meet, let alone stand in the same room as, casually conversed with you on a normal basis. In fact, many of them became regulars when they came back and did business here. There was an odd sense of pride and joy in this, not knowing how you managed to be in such a position but thanked the high heavens regardless.

“This is so cute Y/n!” MO-A squealed in happiness, admiring the cute chibi dog she requested in her latter.

MO-A is one the hottest solo singers in Korea right now. She’s a golden retriever hybrid with the brightest most energetic personality you’d ever seen. Sweet, kind, charming, and talented; it was hard not to like her. When you first met you were surprised with how fascinated she was by you. She wanted to know everything about you, where you came from, and how you managed to get so good at Korean (as apparently she claims she isn’t so good despite it being her native tongue). You managed to build a rather quick friendship and thoroughly enjoyed her company when it was provided.

“You’re as loud as ever today aren’t you?” a tall lengthy man said yawning and stretching his arms out.

Both you and MO-A looked at the approaching male, his usual neat brown hair messy and loose today. He was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting pants. You smiled sheepishly at the man, knowing he must’ve pulled an all nighter in the dance studio again. He looked back at you with pleading eyes, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“The usual, right?” you asked almost apologetically, getting the drink ready before he even had a chance to confirm.

“Oh come on Binnie! The sun’s shining, it’s nice out, and it’s a good day to get some passionate work done! Why don’t you come meditate with me on the roof to get that scowl off your pretty little face!?” she asked, a bit too excited.

Binnie is a rapidly rising young actor. He had played side characters in many k-dramas and officially broke through when he portrayed the hot, yet protective, younger brother of the heroine in a popular rom-com. He did astoundingly and grew a fanbase like crazy. Naturally, offers poured into his agency and he had recently accepted a position as the lead about a young male finding passion in dancing. It was inspired by a 5 year old webtoon that steadily grew popularity worldwide.

So, Binnie has been running himself into the ground making sure he’s maintaining the moves and correct forms. It was him where you got to directly hear about Hoseok. You had heard he took his dancing very seriously, sometimes even being accompanied by Jimin. He was strict but nurturing, only taking on clients who were serious and passionate about learning. The hours poor Binnie put into practicing and perfecting brought him to you on more occasions than MO-A.

“Yeah….no. Thanks for the offer. Can’t imagine getting much meditating done with a yappy pup around.” he scoffed with a snicker, grabbing the desired drink from you.

MO-A didn’t even look offended. In fact, she looked more determined than usual and also oblivious to his jab. She had a wide smile plastered on her face as she shifted her eyes to you.

“Why don’t we all go together!?”

You giggled and Binnie rolled his eyes.

“No.” Binnie huffed, flicking her forehead before walking out.

MO-A whimpered before rubbing her head. However, her tail never ceased wagging and her ears were as happy and floppy as every.

“See ya Y/n! Thanks again.” he tossed a smile your way.

“Bye Binnie!” you happily responded.

You softly glanced at the pouting MO-A before gaining her attention.

“Sorry. I can’t leave right now Momo. But if you’re available around 2 O’clock today, I’d happily take you up on the offer!” you tried reasoning.

“Ahhh man. I have a rehearsal then. I’ll be taking a late lunch. But maybe we can save the date for another time?” she questioned with a plea in her eyes.

“Of course!” you agreed, rubbing her soft blonde locks.

She eased herself into your touch, the warmth and comfort soothing her excitement. Unfortunately, the nice and relaxing atmosphere was disrupted when MO-A’s manager walked in.

“MO-A! What do you think you’re doing? Stop messing with Ms. Y/l/n! Unlike you, she stays on task and does her job without running off distracted.” the older woman half teased half berated.

A whine fell from MO-A’s lips again as her tail fell between her legs and her ears went flat against her head.

“Y/n! Save me!” she squealed out.

Just before she had a chance to do anything to get away, her manager grabbed her by her tail and drugged her out. You waved sympathetically at the retreating duo before going back to work. The remainder of the morning leading into early afternoon was steady. You were always rewarded with several compliments from those who requested an artistic design from you, admitting that they always looked forward to seeing what you were willing to make for them. But it was the end of the lunch rush that you were offered the most rewarding encounter since being here the past 3 months.

Everything had died down and for the past hour no one came in. That gave you time to take your lunch and get some practice in. Many customers had doted on your work and were requesting specific designs. So you wanted to offer more options. You loved seeing how happy they got and enjoyed making their day. It was just one of few things you were overly passionate about.

So as you were off in your own little world, you hadn’t realized the figure stocking in front of the counter, a sweet smile framing his pale cheeks. He eyed you as you hummed and whistled, a happy pep in the way you swung your hips and how your tail bounced along with it. Your long fluffy bunny ears moved every way as your head bopped, your sole focus being on your work. He found it endearing, sweet even, to watch you in your element. It was clear you enjoyed your work, all the more reason he found you cute. But...he really wanted his iced americano, even if he could stand there and watch you all day.

“Excuse me.” he finally spoke up.

You jumped up startled, your skittish bunny genes kicking in when you finally sensed a predator behind you. Twirling around quickly, you locked eyes with a handsome, somewhat pale man. He had short dark brown hair, sharp cat-like eyes, and was slighter taller than you. At first you couldn’t tell if he was a hybrid but noticed the small black horns protruding from his head. Nothing else indicated it, which you thought was interesting. However, despite all the analyzing, and after gawking at him longer than you had realized, you finally concluded on who this man was. Min Yoongi.

However, just like you were mesmerized by him he was just as enamored with you. To him, you were very attractive. Your eyes were doe-like, sparkly, and creased in a cute manner. Your smile was sweet and kind, matching well against your sunkissed skin. Your hair framed your slightly chubby cheeks perfectly as they housed your long and cute bunny ears. It took everything in Yoongi to not keep staring at you as you were now waiting for him to repeat his order. Butterflies shot through his stomach and a slow, steady, growing shade of crimson made its way onto his cheeks. Luckily, it seemed as if you didn’t notice.

He cleared his throat and smiled a sweet gummy smile at you. Averting his gaze a little and instinctively rubbed the bag of his head, he finally spoke up again.

“An Iced Americano please.” he said again.

“Of course! Give me one second to pull everything back out.” you happily explained.

Yoongi perked at that, a bit confused by your statement.

“Wait...are you on lunch break? I didn’t see a sign and the doors were still open, I can leave” he offered.

“Mhm! But an Iced Americano won’t take long. It’s no big deal. If it was truly a hassle, I would’ve put up the sign and locked the doors like I was supposed to.” you chuckled lightly.

He looked a bit concerned, an expression of guilt and uncertainty clothing his features. You smiled sheepishly at him and waved him off.

“I promise, it really is no big deal!” you insisted.

As you continued your work and finished up his drink, you handed it to him with a bright smile.

“One Iced Americano! That’ll be 3800 won!”

He offered you the money before idly standing around. You tilted your head a bit confused, hoping he’d express what was clearly on his mind.

“I know this may be a bit unfair but...may I stay here until I’ve finished?” he questioned.

You were a bit surprised by that. You admitted for a brief moment you questioned why he even felt like asking as this was his building and he was technically your boss. He had noticed you giggling at him, unsure where it was stemming from and wondering if he had actually said something funny.

“Pardon me.” you said composing yourself.

“Of course you can!”

He smiled thankfully, getting ready to turn and seat himself at a table until a very bold thought popped into his head.

“W-Would you like to sit with me?” he asked a bit shyly, stuttering slightly.

“I could use the company. That is, if you’re willing. No pressure.” he added playfully.

You were taken aback, not having expected such an offer. However, you internally panicked and it kinda showed. No man has ever invited you to do something so intimate, for lack of a better word. And for heaven’s sake you’d only ever dream of a scenario like this with him specifically. You were afraid to say yes, afraid your company would not be entertaining enough. And yet, another part of you screamed out, begging, pleading even, for you to sit with him. You briefly realized that to be your inner animal and you desperately wanted to keep it calm. Something about Min Yoongi messed with you. It was different seeing him on screen but in person, it was a whole new playing field.

You nodded shyly to his request, making yourself a cup of tea before moving away from behind the counter to join him at the table. You gave yourself a mental pep talk, unsure why you were so nervous to begin with. However, when you sat down you felt a strange sense of calmness wash over you. You didn’t really consider it, let alone realize it, but that was thanks to Yoongi. He had practically smelt your anxiety after he had asked you to join him. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable further and had hoped that a special kind of pheromone his inner Moon Dragon has could do the trick to soothe you. It seemed to have worked perfectly.

It took a smidge bit of coaxing on both parts but eventually you two started talking each other's ears off. You explained most of your life's story to him, how you got inspired, how you knew of them, and how you got to the company. He didn’t divulge too much of his non-publicized information but you did discover a few things that were not known about him. Your conversation lasted over an hour, up until Yoongi realized he was running late to an appointment with a client. It left you feeling oddly content and wanting more, if you’re being entirely honest with yourself. And lucky for you, you got what you wanted.

After that day it was no longer MO-A or Binnie who were your most frequented customers, it was Yoongi. He visited you everyday, 2-3 times a day, almost every week for an entire month. You weren’t sure if it was allowed, but he would briefly expose more and more of his frequent stresses to you. You, of course, did the same and somehow you formed a very odd and unexpected relationship. You guys would speak casually when alone and then pass inside jokes when other customers or employees were around. Of course that caused looks to be thrown your way, the not so subtle flirting being a dead giveaway on more than a few occasions. However, nothing ever really came from it. At least, so you both thought.

“Did you see the way they were giggling together?”

“Are you sure you’re not reading too much into it?” a slight chuckle escaped the partially present woman.

“I’m positive! My senses are always on the nose with these things!”

The second woman rolled her eyes with a scoff.

“Okay then, say there was something going on; what makes you think someone like him would actually like someone like her?” she questioned.

“Well...why not? She’s cute, sweet, kind, talented. What’s the problem?” the first woman asked.

The second woman stopped her typing, pulling her attention away from her work to solely focus it back onto the first woman.

“Well for starters, she’s a nobody. She’s a normal and plain rabbit hybrid. She’s a foreigner. And, I’m sorry to say, but she's really not that pretty to me.” she explained.

“I mean, come on. Having a good personality and being a little cute won’t nab you a dragon hybrid CEO of a corporation in Korea that is renowned across the world. You need to be just as hot as them! Or at least as well known.”

The first woman just stared blankly at her, taking a moment to consider what she said. She cocked her head and hummed loudly, nodding in understanding.

“Yeah...you know what, she’s really not that pretty when I think about it. And there’s no way he’d want to be with someone like her! I mean, you’d have to be at least rich to be with someone as amazing as Min Yoongi!” she blurted a little too loudly.

“Who would have to be with someone as amazing as my hyung?” a soothing yet sudden voice asked out of the blue.

The two women froze as still as could be, having immediately recognized the voice. It was Park Jimin.

“M-Mr. P-Park! Hahahahaha….uh..uh….Hi! I mean- Good evening sire...I mean sir…” the first woman panicked.

“M-Mr. Park. May we help you with something?” the second woman asked, trying to sound a little less frightened.

“Mmm~ Just wondering what kind of gossip is being spread about my brother. You know rumors aren’t very nice.” he lightly chastised, a tease in his voice.

“We’re sorry sir.” they both said in perfect unison, a bow being their next course of action.

“Great! Make sure it doesn’t happen again.” he requested, a slight threatening undertone laced in his command.

As Jimin walked away, his parted dark brown locks gracefully bouncing as he strutted, he received more than a few glances his way. He was used to this, always smiling in return and enjoying seeing the embarrassment on their faces when he always caught them staring. It was amusing, cute even, and he showered in it. But now was not the time for that.

This wasn’t the first time Jimin had overheard people noticing the chummy way his older brother was acting around the bunny coffee shop girl, a.k.a, you. In fact, even personal clients had seen him here and there talking rather affectionately towards you. Let’s not mention the fact that Yoongi had been late to a lot of their meetings and had even been absent quite frequently from his office too. So of course, being the great little brother that he is, he was more than a bit curious to find out who you were. And so, he did.

So came the day the 7 CEO’s had their important monthly meeting about the current standings of each division they were under. Meetings like this usually take up until lunch break, as they needed to discuss what was and wasn’t working, what they needed to proceed, what needs to be upgraded, and what future plans they had for the company as a whole. Naturally, they’d order in or have someone cater to them but Yoongi had declined, opting to pay a quick visit somewhere else.

“You sure you don’t want any hyung?” Jungkook asked, stuffing fried chicken into his mouth, wide doe eyes eyeing him with curiosity.

“You’re really missing out!” Seokjin added, a large smile on his face as he started gathering side dishes.

Yoongi chuckled, waving his hand dismissively.

“I’m sure. I’ll be right back.” Yoongi assured.

“Your loss!” Taehyung said, chowing down on a vegetable gimbab.

“Remember we reconvene in about an hour!” Namjoon called out to him.

“Got it!” he said, closing the door behind him.

Unlike the others, Jimin eyed Yoongi the entire time. Watching his every move as he noticed a slight pep in his step and a gradually forging smile. He waited a bit before getting up and heading out to follow him. Hoseok was the only one to notice Jimin make a move to leave and shot him a questioning look.

“Where ya off to?” he asked, chopsticks picking up a section of noodles.

“The restroom! I’ll be quick!” he said rushing out without so much as a second glance.

Hoseok just shrugged and went back to eating, continuing a conversation with an excited Jungkook. As Jimin began shadowing Yoongi, the older male never noticed, a little too focused on seeing you again. That didn’t register with Jimin at first, Yoongi being pretty good at noticing when someone was following him. So when Jimin made a blunder and ran into a trashcan, Yoongi didn’t so much as flinch at the noise, continuing on his merry way as if nothing had happened at all. That intrigued Jimin and only enticed him to see what you were like further.

Eventually, they made their way down to the 19th floor, through several hallways, and came across the doors leading into your small, home-like cafe. It was cute and antique like. Easy on the eyes and aesthetically pleasing. Warm, inviting, charming; how could you not be tempted to go in? Oh, did I mention how good it smelt? Fresh baked bread was the first scent to hit Jimin’s senses, but it was soon followed by a mouth watering vanilla smell laced with a hint of chocolate. It took Jimin several minutes to shake himself out of the trance just to focus on his main task.

As he had expected, Yoongi walked in. However, it clearly said “on break” and that confused Jimin slightly. Why would he grab a beverage when you were cleaning up for the evening? In the meantime, though, he had masked his presence and observed from a fairly decent distance. That was one of few benefits of being a wind based hybrid. He had the ability to alter the air in his surroundings, pulling in smells from other areas to replace his own, throwing off anyone who could sense him. It was something only he could out of the 7 brothers and he was pretty proud of it. So given the current circumstances, this was a perfect time to utilize it.

When you turned around to greet the older male, he couldn’t hide the pinkish tint polishing his pale cheeks. From what Jimin could tell, you couldn't either. However, that was beside the point. You were absolutely beautiful in his eyes. Jimin wasn’t even sure if that was the appropriate word to use and he was still a few feet away. He observed the interaction between you two, reading the body language you shared and coming to a pretty solid conclusion. Yoongi really liked you. Like a lot. And that alone was something to be intrigued about.

Yoongi was the type of person who put his dreams and ambitions first, as they were one of very few things he could rely on. Of course, it was only natural that he and the others hooked up with people from time to time, especially if they had gone through a few Moon Phases without releasing their urges. However, he, as well as the others, never fully committed to anyone. It just wasn’t right. But something had sparked in Yoongi and you were definitely the cause. And unbeknownst to Jimin, it was making its way slowly to him.

“Hello again Yoongi!” you said a little too excited, dropping the formalities in the process.

Your ears stood straight up and your fluffy tail twitched. It took everything in Yoongi not to openly coo over you but he resisted the best he knew how.

“Hello Y/n. How has your day been so far?” he asked happily.

Jimin observed as the two of you chatted at a nearby table, visible enough for him to see from where he was standing but hidden from people who’d pass by. You sat down handing him an iced americano while you had an iced tea. It seemed like a casual conversation at first; giggling, laughter, and mutual interest in conversation. But it didn’t take long for Jimin to feel a sudden chill run down his spine. There was a rising tension in anger, maybe even jealousy. It was hard to pinpoint which emotion but he knew it came from Yoongi.

“It actually wasn’t bad. I didn’t have as many customers as usual but I did meet someone pretty amazing today!” you excitedly hinted towards.

Yoongi raised a brow in anticipation, content with witnessing that bright enthusiastic glow on your face.

“Oh~ Who?” he asked.

“Chen Mingyu! You know, the lead in the group X-10? Actually, that’s probably a ridiculous thing to say! You’ve probably worked with him.”

Yoongi froze, a rise of irritation bubbling within him at that name. Chen Mingyu was someone Yoongi did not particularly like. He was arrogant, snobby, naive, and rude. On the surface, he played the role of an excellent leader, generous older brother, and handsome gentleman. But that was for the cameras, the fans, and the public. He’s seen the way he acts to the other members, losing his temper, bullying them, and ridiculing their work. The only reason why Yoongi even remotely considered working with X-10 was because he could see the hidden potential in quite a few of the members. Talent that he individually tutored and nurtured until they begin to feel more confident in themselves. So it was a little more than irritating to hear you speak his name.

“I didn’t realize he was such a flirt. Maybe...too much of a flirt.” you sheepishly sighed.

Ahh. So that’s what that smell was. He must’ve touched you, scent faint but lingering. It was familiar but spars, probably due to you cleansing after every drink you made and coming into contact with so many people after him. But the notion still stood, Yoongi didn’t like that. Not at all. And it could be seen and felt.

You shivered at the sudden shift in mood, having not initially realized Yoongi was the source of this slowly foreboding presence. It was thick and heavy, filled with what could be simply put as intense anger. Your ears went limp and you began to clam up. Jimin immediately noticed and took action before things got out of control.

“So this is where you always run off to.” Jimin happily chirped, startling the both of you.

You two turned your heads to look at the lingering male, never having even noticed or heard him come in and approach you both so closely. Though surprise was written all over your face, a look of relief washed over Yoongi’s. Jimin cut him a quick and knowing glance before focusing his attention back on you. It was so fast and so sudden that you didn’t even have time to notice it. But when you had Park Jimin staring you directly in your eyes, it was kinda hard to do anything else.

“J-Jimin?” you asked without thinking.

Jimin raised a brow, a slight smirk forming on his face.

“Jimin?” he questioned with a hint of teasing.

You jumped, finally realizing what you had done. It was easy to say their first names without any formalities because that was not an important part of addressing people around your age in your country. Throw in the fact you’re a fan and it was almost expected to drop formalities. But you weren’t in your country and the seven men you admired were your bosses now. You covered your mouth and immediately stood up, bowing at a perfect 90 degree angle in a panic.

“Please forgive my rudeness. I wasn’t thinking and spoke out of term Mr. Park.”

When the two women from earlier did this out of embarrassment Jimin found it amusing, but with you...he didn’t like it. Not one bit. It must’ve been evident in his lingering gaze on you and Yoongi caught it, noticing the lack of content he’d usually had. A smile slowly formed on his lips after a few moments of consideration passed.

“Please, it’s fine. We’re alone on break, it’s no big deal. No need to be so formal.”

You lifted up a bit hesitant, throwing a slight look over at Yoongi for confirmation. Yoongi smiled and nodded. Jimin watched the silent interaction, curious to witness the dynamic between you two up close now.

“It’s okay Y/n.” Yoongi confirmed.

“Ahhh~, so you’re name’s Y/n? Seems fitting for someone as cute as you.

The scarlet shade did not discriminate from setting your cheeks aflame. Receiving a compliment so brazenly from someone like Jimin made your heart do more than a few flips and tricks. You shyly clammed up again, eyes averting every which way to avoid looking him directly in the eye. Your ears flattened against your head and your tail twitched. Now this was both amusing and adorable to Jimin. Seeing you all shy and vulnerable stirred something unexplainable in both him and Yoongi, who also sat there eyeing you.

“I-I don’t deserve such a compliment. But I truly appreciate the kind words.” you eventually squeaked out.

Jimin flipped his head back in laughter, your cuteness being too much for him to handle. It was then you realized his little horns, as well as all the details that drove, what seemed to be, every man and woman alike crazy with envy and lust over him. When he composed himself he happily looked at you with a gaze you couldn’t quite understand.

“Oh Y/n, I really like you. No wonder my hyung keeps running off to see you.” Jimin confessed with hidden provocation.

Yoongi choked on his beverage, Jimin’s sudden jab not being uncommon but definitely throwing him off guard at the moment. Jimin snickered and Yoongi threw a very irritated glare back at him. You seemed like you were missing out on something but tried to not pry too much into what exactly was happening. However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit curious behind the implications.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“It’s nothing.” Yoongi quickly chimed in.

“Yoongi likes to spend more time here than he does in his office! I’ve never seen him take so many breaks in one day. He may be a hard worker but to come here two to three times a day almost every day seems a bit intentional, don't ya think?” he continued, no sugar coating the mocking tone.

“Say’s the one who flirts all day with the overly populated female staff under your division.” Yoongi chided back.

“Hey, I’ll have you know my staff is filled with great workers regardless of their gender...well, most of them anyways.” he argued.

“I’m not questioning your staff's work ethic but I’m sure you distract them more than you should.” Yoongi said, smirking.

“Maybe I’m just irresistible.” Jimin countered, a chuckle following shortly after.

You couldn’t help but giggle, their playful banter something you’re used to seeing during interviews. However, it was nice seeing it up close and in person. Something about it felt authentic and genuine and not just for show to appease the millions of admirers who watched them. The two fell silent at the harmonious sound that fell from your lips. It almost looked like the two were mesmerized by you and stayed silent while staring. You realized they had stopped and were looking at you.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’m so used to seeing you both like this behind a screen that I just couldn’t help myself. It brought me back to the days when I would watch your interviews or fun game show episodes.” you happily explained.

“Oh! You’re a fan?!” Jimin questioned surprised.

You nodded your head, the two of you spending a lot longer together than you had originally expected after that. You both were talking about all sorts of things, some conversations making segways to other unrelated topics and it transitioning like so thereon. Yoongi observed for a bit, slowly warming up to the scene before him. Though he had hoped to spend one on one time with you, something about seeing you and Jimin warm up so quickly to one another made him really happy.

“Oh, so you make these cute little designs using foam from steamed milk?” Jimin asked curiously.

“Yep, there's a relatively easy way to go about doing it but all-in-all it’s by no means something you can do without trial and error. Especially if you want the more intricate designs!” you explained.

Just as Yoongi was finishing up his drink and you were in the midst of showing Jimin how to make a heart shape, a phone alarm went off. Yoongi quickly observed his device before standing up and approaching the still distracted duo.

“Jimin, we got to go back up to the meeting again.” Yoongi announced.

Both you and Jimin held a childish pout on your faces, looks of evident disappointment clear as day. Yoongi couldn’t help the growing smile, understanding the feeling but knowing that this was an essential part of the business running smoothly. Jimin did too but it didn’t encourage him enough to want to leave your side just yet.

“You think they’ll postpone it?” Jimin offered weakly, knowing the answer already.

Yoongi cut him a look and Jimin rolled his eyes. You giggled, having a better grasp on their personalities and behaviors in person. You always were good at adapting to and observing people comfortably.

“Don’t worry Jimin, I can always teach you another time!” you offered in hopes of lifting his spirits.

He smiled gratefully at you, accepting your offer before parting ways. You shared your goodbyes and went back to work while Yoongi and Jimin proceeded in silence.

“So?” Yoongi asked, breaking the air first.

“She’s cute, sweet, adorable; what’s there not to like?” Jimin stated matter-of-factly.

A silence fell over them again. Jimin’s mind drifted back to the conversation he overheard from the two women earlier. Were they idiots? Or were they jealous? Jimin was willing to believe both were true. Though he’s being curt, Jimin cannot hide the undeniable urge to stay by your side. It was an unexplainable feeling, one he, to this very minute, would be willing to enact on. Feelings like that are not so common and both Jimin and Yoongi were catching on.

Not only were they drawn to you but their dragons were to. They screamed out for you, the internal itch being forced to submerge itself by will. But they knew something needed to be done, and soon.

“You think...the others will like her?” Yoongi asked, uncharacteristically hesitant.

A smile formed on Jimin’s lips, a look of knowing in his eyes.

“I don’t think we have to worry for too much longer.”

Yoongi furrowed his brows in confusion, unsure of what he meant by that. However, he didn’t have the time to question him as they both reached the doors leading into the room, not a minute too late on top of that. When they walked in they took their respective seats, Namjoon having stepped out a brief moment before they could start again. There were lingering conversations going on but no one really said anything to either Yoongi or Jimin. Well, except Hoseok. As soon as Jimin sat down, Hoseok had his eye on him.

“Pretty long bathroom break.”

“Oh, were you counting the minutes I was gone, Hoseokie-hyung!” Jimin teased.

“Did ya miss me?”

Hoseok rolled his eyes before chuckling alongside the slightly younger male. However, when it ceased he became a bit more serious.

“Okay come on, where’d you go?” he pressed once more.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Jimin smirked.

“Jimin.”

“Okay okay. But don’t tell anyone, got it?” he conditioned.

Hoseok nodded his head in understanding, waiting in anticipation. However, just as Jimin was revealing his little venture, he failed to notice the lingering ear from his very own counterpart, Taehyung.

The following morning you were greeted by both Yoongi and Jimin, a happy feeling bubbling from within. It was still early so no other patrons had arrived yet allowing for you all to speak casually to one another. It was nice starting off your morning with seeing them, content to continue the tradition from the previous day. However, things changed a bit when you reached your lunch break, as you were now greeted by two new faces accompanying Jimin; Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung. However, Yoongi wasn’t present with them.

You were crouched down when you heard the little bell chime off, assuming it was either Jimin or Yoongi. When you stood up to greet the suspected males you were surprised to see familiar faces that you have yet to meet in person.

“Oh! Hello.” you greeted with a bow.

“Hello my little BunBun!” Jimin cooed affectionately.

You giggled at the cute little pet name he gave you. It only served to lighten your heart, the friendly gesture being somewhat new for you. Hoseok and Taehyung found how easily and openly attached Jimin was towards you a bit surprising having only met you yesterday. And if what he said about Yoongi was true, there must be something truly special about you.

“I’m sure you’re aware of who these two are but let’s introduce ourselves anyway.” Jimin suggested.

Hoseok went first, his warm and inviting smile failing to stay hidden. He approached you, his long strides reminiscent of his years of continual dancing. You watched as his dark hair moved with each step, revealing his horns and his beautiful brown eyes in the process. He stuck his hand out to you, every other finger clothed with a metal ring. Though his face was inviting, his aura was somewhat intimidating. However, you stayed strong despite your heart moving a million miles a minute.

Your much smaller hand was engulfed in his but the warmth from his long and beautiful fingers sent both a shock and a shiver down your spine. A massive wave of emotions hit you all at once and it left you feeling temporarily stunned. You composed yourself quick enough but Hoseok noticed, an unmistakable smirk forming.

“My name’s Hoseok,” he provided.

“I heard you're a fan. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Jimin talks about you quite a bit and might I add, he wasn’t wrong about what he said.”

Hoseok’s eyes looked you up from top to bottom shamelessly. There was an unspoken glint of approval, especially after he lingered over your large ears. Your cheeks tinted again, unsure if you were reading too much into Hoseok’s actions. Despite that, though, it made you happy to be spoken highly of but you were a bit confused on the implications behind his words.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jung. My name is Y/n. I’ve been a fan of you guys for quite some time so this extends further than an honor, if that's even possible.” you sheepishly admitted.

“Please, just Hoseok is fine. And you speak too highly of us. We’re not so different from one another and we’re all just trying to follow our passions. I can definitely tell you are too and you’ve gained quite a lot for yourself having moved all the way over here.” he complemented.

Just like with Jimin, you and Hoseok hit it off quite quickly as you two continued a conversation about how you acquired your job. Taehyung and Jimin watched from the sidelines, Taehyung eyed you curiously before saying anything. Jimin glanced at him briefly before speaking up.

“Care to say what’s on your mind?” Jimin asked.

“Mmmm. Not yet.” he responded back.

Nothing really needed to be said when it came to these two. Jimin could tell by the way Taehyung was eyeing you that he was, at least, a bit interested. If he had said something, that would’ve been a bad sign, but he didn’t, so that was good. You and Hoseok had begun laughing at a funny blunder Binnie had made during practice, Hoseok enthusiastically talking about him when he realized the nice bunny coffee shop owner he talked about was you. It was then Taehyung decided to make himself formally known, albeit, on accident. So entranced by you and the way your cute little ears moved around, Taehyung spoke aloud without thinking.

“So cute.” his deep voice let out.

A slight silence fell over the group before both Jimin and Hoseok burst into laughter. Taehyung tried to maintain a stoic expression but it was rapidly cracking with the way his cheeks heated up in slight embarrassment. It took you a minute to realize that he was referring to you before a shade of pink polished your cheeks as well. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain control over the situation.

“My name is Taehyung. Just Taehyung will do.” he said with a small smile.

“Well then, my name is Y/n! It’s a pleasure to meet you Taehyung.” you returned a little too cutely.

You weren’t sure if it was just you but you noticed the faint shade of red that was still there on his caramel colored cheeks. However, it seemed to have been growing in size. Despite all that, Taehyung really was as handsome as everyone made him out to be. Almost like a fictional character from a novel. He always seemed so composed and sure of himself for the most part so it was a bit amusing to see him openly embarrassed. It only served to remind you how human they still are despite the fame. It made you feel less inferior.

Your guy’s shared moment was cut short by the snickers from both Hoseok and Jimin.

“Did he deepen his voice again?” Hoseok asked, stifling a laugh.

“My name’s Taehyung~. Just...Taehyung~.” Jimin mimicked, deepening his voice uncharacteristically low.

That allowed for Hoseok to bust out laughing. Even Taehyung snorted, knowing he was caught despite the rising embarrassment. You couldn’t even contain your giggle as it was kinda obvious he was trying to act cool.

“It’s okay Taehyung, I thought you sounded pretty cool...despite it being kinda obvious.” you praised in an attempt to make him feel better.

He smiled sheepishly at you while the others still continued their teasing. Shortly after, the four of you carried on your conversation to several different topics. It was weird because it felt like you were with old friends you hadn’t seen in a while. Almost like you fit right in so easily. That honestly made you really happy, having a group of friends like this being something you’ve lacked for quite some time. You dedicated everything to your dreams and due to that you ultimately ended up sacrificing the simplistic enjoyments of hanging out with friends. You don’t regret your decision but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t lonely more often than not.

“Wow! This is so cool Y/n!” Hoseok praised.

You created a miniature version of Mickey, Hoseok’s family dog, in one of your latte designs. You were pretty proud of it but you found it more rewarding to watch the three males fawn over it like little kids. They each whipped their phones out taking pictures of the design before ultimately consuming it.

“Can you do Yeontan for me? Better yet, can you teach me?” Taehyung pleaded with excitement.

“Sure! Funny enough, I was teaching Jimin just yesterday!” you delightfully agreed.

You were showing the very basics you taught Jimin yesterday, Hoseok deciding to join in. However, you were sandwiched between the two taller males, at first not bothering you until you finally realized how close they were to you.

“Amazing Y/n.” Taehyung admired, leaning over to see the cup, touching your lower back in the process.

His touch was similar to Hoseok, the same feeling jolting in you. You allowed Taehyung to try the creation, waiting patiently for his critique.

“It’s sweet, just like you.”

He threw a charming smile your way before locking eyes with you. When he set his cup down he grabbed a lock of your hair and smiled.

“So soft and so sweet, right Hobi-hyung.”

“She sure is~, good with her hands too.” Hoseok cooed, taking your small hand into his.

“Hey Y/n, you know we’re pretty good with our hands too.” Jimin chimed in, almost seductively.

“Want to find out how?”

An explosive warmth surrounded you, flowing through your body as your inner rabbit melted under them. You could barely do anything, wanting to give in to your urges. And to take Jimin up on his offer. Your skin felt like it was on fire and freezing to death. An indescribable sensation that started to swirl in the pit of your stomach. And just as quickly as it started, it ended.

“Why am I not surprised you came here to harass her?” a voice called out in question.

Hoseok and Taehyung initially didn’t make haste to separate from you but eventually they moved away.

“Harassing and teasing are two different things.” Jimin argued.

“Ahh~ lighten up Yoongi. You kept her hidden from us for so long. That wasn’t very nice of you.” Hoseok teased.

“I didn’t hide her from anyone. You guys just never leave your stations or decide to have your secretaries bring you your orders instead.” Yoongi disputed.

“Well we wanted to see what all the fuss was about and I’m pleased to admit I’m very charmed by her.” Hoseok continued.

You blushed at his compliment, having a hard time believing you were hearing these words. Yoongi rolled his eyes and chuckled, silently agreeing with that. He walked up to you with a smile.

“Sorry I was so late today. I got held up.” He said.

“No worries! I quite enjoyed meeting you all so far. Even though it does make me a bit nervous. Kinda feels like a dream.” you sheepishly admitted.

They all held appreciative looks, their feelings mutual with yours. Unfortunately, though, the loud alarm from Yoongi’s phone to signal the end of their lunch break went off, startling you all in the process.

“Man, already?” Jimin whined again.

“Sorry Y/n, I know it was brief but I’ll see you later, okay?” Yoongi apologized.

“Of course, please don’t feel bad.” you urged.

“If it weren’t for the mandatory meeting with an official from Japan, we’d have extended our stay.” Hoseok openly admitted.

“You guys are busy and I’m not going anywhere. I'll see you when I see you.”

“See you when we see you.” Yoongi chuckled back.

They each parted with you, giving their individual goodbyes. However, Taehyung was the one who lingered a bit longer. He took your hand into his own before kissing the top of it. A blush once again crept upon your face. He smiled sweetly at you before squeezing your hand gently.

“Can’t wait to see you again my little choco bun.” he whispered before letting go and walking away.

You watched their retreating backs, your heart yearning for them to come back and not really understanding why in full. You couldn’t describe it, what it was you were feeling that is. But you were in no mood to define it just yet. In reality, you couldn’t. It wasn’t as simple as that. Gripping the hand Taehyung had kissed, you smiled happily. You went back to work, bagging the chocolate cream you were working on to fill up some freshly made pastries, waiting for them to return. Waiting for them to return you. And you’d happily do so until then.

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Choco Bun: 2

Choco Pudding

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, murder, mentions of blood

— Word Count: 7.1k

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Here’s chapter 2! Thank you all for the feedback and kind support. This one’s a bit shorter but now we have officially been introduced to all our CEOs! :D Please enjoy! Remember, if you want to be apart of the tag list, message me directly or send in an ask, do not comment the request under any of the posts. I will not check there! Anywho, half the slots have been officially filled! Thanks for understanding!

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A few weeks have passed since your new found friendships amongst 4 of the 7 CEO’s of BTS Corp. You would have never pegged yourself of all people to have been blessed with such an outlandish opportunity like this. From your viewpoint, this was almost too good to be true, circumstances fit for a fairytale if you were being truly honest. But somehow, it was your reality.

You were so used to hopping onto social media seeing so many people fawn over the individuals you now call your bosses. Many of them argued over what they’re ideal type was and who could and couldn’t interact with them as if they knew better than the ones in question. It was comical really, witnessing people who hadn’t even seen them in person, let alone know them, provide information they were convinced was factual. So sure of themselves that even those who have yet to formulate their own opinions ate it up like it was god’s given gospel.

You never really liked interacting with people like that, more prone to keeping your opinions and personal life far away from social media. There was always someone looking to say something no matter what kind of consequences came from their actions. Over the years you’ve learned to stray away from social media entirely unless it was to post your work and interact with the comments and critiques from people who wanted to say something about it. Other than that, your relationship with social media has been both cooperative yet distant.

Regardless, despite all the conspiracy theories formulated around the CEOs you’ve met thus far, what you do know is that they are about as childish at heart as grown men could get. When fans joked around and said these men could end all comedian’s careers, that was a very accurate statement. It actually made you impressed with the duality they all held. One minute you had seductive Jimin, intimidating Hoseok, enthralling Taehyung, and superior Yoongi. Then the next minute you had goofy Jimin, hyper Hoseok, shy Taehyung, and dorky Yoongi. It was tantalizing to witness when they turned their switch on and off based on who they interacted with. And honestly, it was really attractive.

You found yourself feeling more pulled to them with each graceful interaction. More attracted to them in ways that you never knew you’d find appealing. It left you feeling like a giddy school girl again, sudden butterflies tickling your tummy as well as the warm bursts that tinted your skin a rosy color. You were naturally a shy individual who took time to come out of her shell. Though interacting with the opposite sex no longer terrified you as much, being around males you were attracted to, looked up to, and worked for made all those years of hardwork slip away like a distant memory.

Yet somehow, you always managed to pull through without being detected. Well, you thought you managed to pull through. All four of the males knew, they could feel the reciprocated feelings. It was amusing to tease you from time to time, watching your innocence and naturally shy demeanor reveal itself. They got off on it and you never suspected a thing. That’s what made it even more fun. In fact, it was so fun and so alluring for the guys to partake in such behavior that it was starting to become a bit too obvious to those around them.

It was Seokjin who noticed it first. When he went to visit Jimin for the approval of a possible collaborative photoshoot with Rihanna’s Savage X Fenty brand, the younger male in question was missing, yet again. When he had asked Jimin’s secretary about it, a thin antsy weasel hybrid, he made mention of Jimin's second disappearance to the 19th floor that day. Seokjin thought that was pretty odd behavior coming from someone like him, as this wasn’t the first time this has happened. However, he just brushed it off, waiting for the male to return.

Not too far around roughly the same time, Namjoon headed on over to speak to Taehyung about the up and coming budget increase for a highly anticipated movie being shot over in Gangnam. When he couldn’t find the male in question, realizing he was missing from his office as well as from the entire floor, he was more than a bit confused. Luckily, a kind staff member under Taehyung had informed Namjoon that the male had gone down to the 19th floor for the time being. Namjoon didn’t really question it, but found it oddly coincidental that when he had visited Yoongi the other day, he was given almost identical information.

It wasn’t until he made his way over to the elevators that he had noticed Seokjin in there looking a bit frustrated.

“Oh, hyung! What’re you doing down here?” Namjoon asked.

“Looking for Jimin. He’s been gone for a whole 30 minutes! I figured he and Tae were off doing something childish, so I came here.” Jin said with an exasperated sigh.

Namjoon raised a brow, a slight cock to his head in thought.

“Funny enough, Taehyung is missing down here too. Was told he was on the 19th floor.” Namjoon informed.

Jin reeled his head to lock eyes with Namjoon, a look of realization hitting him. Namjoon was a bit taken back by the flabbergasted features of the older man, curious if he had said something he wasn’t supposed to.

“He...He what?!”

“I said he’s on the 19th floor...is there a problem?” Namjoon questioned, a quirk still in his brow.

“Yeah! There is actually! That’s where I was told Jimin was at too.” Jin explained, irritation laced in his rising voice.

As the two were in the midst of figuring out what was going on by sharing information, a high pitched ring from the neighboring elevator erupted in the small area, announcing the arrival of someone new. When the door’s had opened, Binnie walked out, catching sight of a provoked looking Seokjin and a contemplative Namjoon. He, at first, wasn’t sure if he should bother the duo but thought it’d be rude to not at least offer a hello and bow having been working close with all of them for over a year now.

“Ah, Binnie! Hello, how’s dance practice with Hobi?” Namjoon asked, not wanting to come off as impolite.

“It’s good actually. He’s taught me so much in such a short amount of time. Actually, we ended our session not too long ago. He seemed pretty excited to go see Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Seokjin asked.

The two men went quiet for a moment. The gears were turning in Namjoon’s head while, by the looks of it, Seokjin was realizing it too.

“This...Y/n, she wouldn’t happen to be on the 19th floor would she?” Namjoon asked with a curt smile.

Being human, Binnie didn’t immediately pick up on the irritated aura being given off by both Seokjin and Namjoon. However, the surrounding individuals who were hybrids did and they either went dead silent, froze, or ran off. The anger of a dragon hybrid was not to be messed with.

“Yeah, she does actually. She works at the little cafe on the 19th floor. Only place I’ll go to for some really good coffee. Funny enough, I’ve been seeing Mr. Jimin, Mr. Taehyung, Mr. Hoseok, and Mr. Yoongi there quite a lot lately. I think they’re all there now actually.” Binnie explained, finger on chin in contemplation.

“Oh...really now?” Jin said with a forced smile.

“Well then, we better take our leave. We have important business to discuss with them. See you around Binnie.” Namjoon said.

Binnie just bowed and smiled, going on his merry way for a bit before a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t realize where it came from but just brushed it off. When he rounded the corner, he was practically tackled by his manager, a cute yet cubby female bear hybrid, worrying that he had said something to anger the two CEOs. Needless to say, Binnie was very confused.

Namjoon and Seokjin boarded the elevator together, giving each other a silent yet agreeing look. They were going to get to the bottom of this but first, they needed to have a little family talk.

The following morning you came in to work as usual. You prepared your work station and had just enough time to start making your well sought out chocolate pudding. It was a special recipe given to you by your aunt from Germany. She actually had no blood relation to you whatsoever but her husband and your father had a friendship that dated back further than you could even fathom. She loves cooking and was enamored with your dream to open up a cafe. She insisted you add her special pudding on the menu, with an agreement you’d name the treat after her. And so, you did.

The first time you offered the sweet treat to the public, it sold out before the lunch hour even had a chance to start. That surprised you at first but you were grateful by the high demand. So you designated every Wednesday to sell a specified amount of chocolate pudding and without a doubt, people always rushed, fought, and lined up for it. You wished you could make it everyday, but it was difficult to ship the ingredients out to you from overseas and it actually took longer than normal pudding to make. That’s part of the reason why you had to start it so early in the morning.

So naturally on pudding days, you’d expect to see four very eager faces awaiting to sample the premade dessert you never failed to give them. In fact, it was something you always looked forward to, a sense of pride swelling within you when they praised your work. So imagine your surprise when you were not peering at the elegant face of Jimin, the sharp features of Taehyung, the vibrant warmth of Hoseok, or the boyish looks of Yoongi. Instead you were met with what could easily be described as a handsome prince and an alluring authority figure. Or better known as Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon.

Your heart practically jumped out of your chest. You weren’t sure rather to panic and run or panic and hide. Oh but by the grace of god you sure as hell were panicking. You stared for a bit, not really sure on what to do. Them suddenly appearing was not on your list of expectations today and seeing them was like throwing a wrench into a machine filled with cogs. It was already hard enough to be around the other four men who took it upon themselves to visit you but you managed, somehow, to get used to that. This...this was not something you were used to and you weren’t sure if your racing heart and plump red cheeks could provide you enough of an opportunity to compose yourself to even try right now.

Ahh, but don’t fret, as you were far from being the only one with such internal thoughts. At that very moment, the confident, handsome, boastful Seokjin was stuck. Actually, stuck couldn’t even begin to describe it. He was mesmerized, enamored, infatuated. The list could go on and on. You were so vulnerable, so small, so innocent, so enticing. His mind raced, eyes tracing over the way your blouse fit your curves, the way your hair graced your sunkissed skin, the way your eyes looked both hesitant yet angelic, and the way your large ears were placed so cutely, so adorably, adorned the top of your head.

His throat felt dry, his face felt hot, his palms felt sweaty and for a brief moment he forgot the point of his visit. Hell, he even forgot Namjoon was standing next to him, who, by the way, held very similar, yet less appropriate, thoughts as the elder. But the silence was looming over the three of you for far too long and it was more of a staring contest than anything else. And yes, it was getting awkward. Especially for you. So, Namjoon took it upon himself to voice something, finally.

“Ms. Y/n, correct?” he asked, giving off a charming smile that displayed his perfectly placed dimples.

“Y-Yes sir, Mr. Kim? May I help you with something?” you asked, trying to calm your nerves.

Namjoon could notice your nervousness and attempted to swallow the rising smile that bubbled within. The urge to giggle and coo over you. To continue to trace over every curve and every eyelash and...God he was falling hard and he’d only said three words to you, one of them being your name. Namjoon swallowed thickly to compose himself.

“Y-Yes-” he paused to clear his throat.

“Yes, actually. We were just curious where exactly our brothers always ran off to in the middle of the day.” he explained.

You cocked your head cutely, your ears swinging to the side. At first, you really weren’t sure what he was referring to but your eyes brightened in realization then directly into guilt.

“Oh my god! I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was causing a distraction to them-”

“Please, don’t apologize.” Seokjin chimed in, waving his hand dismissively.

“It is far from your fault Ms. Y/n. My younger brothers just tend to be a bit too playful at the most inopportune times. So please, this is no fault of your own.” he continued to assure.

“If anything,” Namjoon started, quickly glancing around to admire your small workspace.

“This is actually a really lovely and quiet place. Plus it smells really good.”

You smiled and bowed politely, feeling a swelling sense of pride having been the one to come up with the design.

“Thank you so much Mr. Kim for such kind words. I wanted to bring a little piece of home with me here. I’m glad the space comes across as warm and welcoming as I had hoped.”

“Please, just Namjoon.”

“Seokjin will do as well. I can imagine calling us both Mr. Kim may actually be a bit odd and awkward in our current circumstances. Plus, I feel old when you say it.” he chuckled.

You couldn't hold back a giggle, relieved he had said the very thing you were thinking. Feeling a bit more comfortable and confident you carried on the conversation longer before it got quiet and awkward again.

“Then just call me Y/n and seeing as you’re both here, would you like to order something?” you asked politely.

“I’ll admit I am a bit tempted.” Namjoon hummed playfully, glossing over the creatively designed board with options.

The two ordered their respective drinks, looks of astonishment after having tasted it.

“I knew it wasn’t bad, it’s just far better than I had expected.” Seokjin exclaimed.

“It’s smooth, not too bitter or too sweet. This is excellent Y/n!” Namjoon praised shortly after.

“I’m really glad you like it. Oh! Here try this!” you said scurrying off in the back to grab something.

Seokjin and Namjoon hung around for a bit while you had disappeared from sight. They eyed each other silently, unspoken words being shared between the two before their gaze fell back on you again. You had such a lovely smile on your face, eyes filled with excitement before revealing two small plates with pudding on it. It was perfectly shaped with a coating of chocolate syrup. Atop that was a small flower decoration made from sugar. It held a nice sleek shine with no blemish in sight. It was appetizing yet too attractive to destroy.

“Normally, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Hoseok eat this every morning on Wednesday but...it seems they’re not showing up today.”

You were right, they weren’t showing up that morning. And that was all thanks to Namjoon and Seokjin. That little family talk they had last night got them into more trouble than they cared to admit. Grant it they weren’t little kids anymore, they were still reprimanded for their lack of proper work ethic as CEOs. So that morning, they were each forced to meet a specific quota by lunch to make up for all the wasted time. It was also to keep them on task from visiting you, hopefully this being enough to keep their priorities in check.

However, what Seokjin and Namjoon quickly realized was the ‘why’ in their continual visits. It wasn’t the food. It wasn’t the drinks. It wasn’t even the nice ambience that felt like a soothing embrace from home. It was you. Kind, sweet, adorable, angelic you. You and your soft features, doe-like eyes, beautiful skin, curvaceous figure, your alluring scent, your innocence, and the purity you held they oh so badly wanted to taint in the most provocative and inappropriate ways imaginable. You were like a hidden treasure; a pure, raw, untouched gem that shined and sparkled in a way too beautiful for some to even appreciate in full. And that was more than enough to entice and rile the inner greedy desires of any dragon.

They knew you had never been touched before, there being no indication of it. How do they know this, you ask? See, the thing is, mythical hybrids, as stated before, are and aren’t different from normal hybrids. Though they may share a vast majority of similarities, there are just some things that mythical hybrids can do that normal hybrids can’t. And one of those things a dragon hybrid can do is be able to tell if someone has ever had a partner before just from their scent alone. And yours is one of the purest they’d ever smelt. It was mesmerizing, intoxicating, and addicting. It was no wonder the others kept coming back. Being here was now a game changer.

“Oooh! What’s this?” Seokjin asked delightfully, eyes sparkling with wonder at the aesthetic dessert.

“This is a special pudding I make every Wednesday. It’s usually only sold at lunch time and is sold out within the hour. I don't usually see the guys until I have my lunch break so I never have any for them unless I give it to them first thing in the morning!” you happily explained, handing them two cute spoons to go with it.

As Namjoon and Seokjin excitedly ate the treat, you were indulged with noises of gratification and pleasure.

“This is like a luxury item!” Namjoon proclaimed with shock.

“How have I never heard of this before? Wait, why have they never told us about this before?!” Seokjin asked slightly irritated with hints of betrayal in his eyes.

“If it’s any consultation, I can always make some for you two aswell moving forward. That is, if you’d like me to.” you suggested.

“Yes!” they simultaneously shouted, a bit out of character from their previous dominating aura.

I full blown laugh left you throwing your head back. It was enough to catch their attention and watch you as if they were hypnotized. Wiping a falling tear from your eye, you tried to compose yourself.

“I’m sorry it’s just, you’re all so different from what I’d always imagined. I’d seen you act pretty funny on TV before but I never expected you all to be so-”

“Normal?” Namjoom finished with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, exactly. If I may be so bold, I’ve always looked up to you all. You’re all so amazing, young and strong hybrids doing things so many before would’ve never imagined. I’m so used to seeing people like you fall prey to the fame, drowning in all the recognition and spotlight. But here you all are, acting in ways that make it easy to forget you’re billionaires. It makes people like me feel less inferior, for lack of a better word. I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for staying authentic and proving that status, no matter how it was acquired, is nothing more than a title and doesn’t define the worthiness of an individual.”

Namjoon and Seokjin went quiet for a minute, a bit amazed by your sudden speech.

“And you’re good with words. You sure you’re not the amazing one in question?” Namjoon asked.

You waved your hands dismissively, shaking your head in disagreement.

“No no! I’m far from being like that! I’m way too shy and awkward.” you protested.

“Probably would make people feel more uncomfortable than anything else.” you joked sheepishly.

“I beg to differ.” Namjoon countered.

“I do as well. And to prove it to you, I’d like to make an offer.” Seokjin added.

“An...offer?” you questioned, cocking your head instinctively.

Namjoon side eyed Seokjin, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Yes. This Saturday we’re hosting a gala at our estate as a thank you for our new business partners. Funny enough, one of the restaurants we cater from had a last minute cancellation. We’ve actually been trying to find someone who could fill the spot and I personally think you’d be a perfect fit.” Seokjin disclosed.

Your eyes widened, an opportunity like this would allow for your name to expand to all sorts of people.

“A-Are you certain you’d like me of all people? I mean, of course I’d love to! But wait, I’m just a simple cafe owner, I’ve never catered to such...prestigious people before. What if it’s not to their liking? Is there something specific I should make or bring? Oh wait, I-I don’t have anything to wear.” you rambled with a panic.

Namjoon reached for your hand, the difference in size once again being apparent. It was much warmer and much softer than you had expected and, unlike Hoesoek and Taehyung, it was a calming and soothing sensation, kinda like when you were around Yoongi. You hesitantly looked up at Namjoon with a pinkish tint on your cheeks, his hand connecting with yours making your heart swoon. He smiled charmingly at you, his dimples on display again but much closer than before.

“Relax. I promise you it’ll be okay. Do you know how many of our clients have talked about you and your cafe? Don’t worry about how you’re going to be perceived, just stay authentic to yourself. That’s how you managed to get so many patrons to enjoy your work.” Namjoon assured.

“And about that dress, little one.” Seokjin called out, lightly gripping your chin in between his fingers boldly.

“We can take care of that no problem. Here,”

Seokjin quickly wrote some things down thanks to some sticky notes and a pen you had on the counter. When he handed you the note, you observed it, reading over the scribbled markings thoroughly.

“We can take care of that when you arrive at the estate early. Promise.” he added.

“Are you...are you sure?” you asked once more.

“Hahahaha, god you’re so cute. I can completely understand why the guys are so enamored by you!” Jin laughed loudly.

“Eh!? I-I-I...What??” you stuttered, tripping over your own words.

Namjoon snickered as well, agreeing with the elder.

“We swear to you we mean it. You’ll see. But for now, we must take our leave. Thank you for indulging us, Y/n.” Namjoon said, kissing the top of your hand before leaving.

Seokjin gave you a sweet smile before following Namjoon. You stood there a bit stunned, a surge of emotions coursing through you. But you couldn’t help the rising blush as well as the soft smile. When Seokjin matched paces with Namjoon, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious smirk on his face.

“They canceled on us last minute? News to me.” Namjoon mocked.

“You didn’t know? But it’s all good now. Can’t tell me she wouldn’t be a perfect replacement.” Seokjin feigned ignorance.

“I won't argue against that. But funny, don’t remember us even calling a catering company, seeing as we have the staff provide the food anyway.” he shot back.

“What?! We didn’t?” he overdramatized his shock as they continued walking.

You had to force yourself to stay distracted throughout your shift after what had happened. In fact, you were very grateful it was pudding day or you may have zoned out in the midst of orders more often than you’d care to admit. Luckily, just like clockwork, it got really busy and gave you no time to reminisce about the situation from this morning. After the lunch rush you were blessed with a brief grace period that allowed you to clean up a bit before being able to relax a little. And a little was all it was you got before you were graced with yet another big surprise.

“My choco bun~” Taehyung called out with a sly smile.

“We missed you bunbun!” Jimin whined, coming and engulfing you in a big hug.

That’s right. You didn’t really know when it started, or why for that matter, but for a while now the guys have become more touchy to say the least. It wasn’t anything inappropriate, just hugs, brief hand holding, and lingering touches. The most anyone’s ever done was kiss your hand and that was from both Taehyung and Namjoon. You didn’t mind it, not at all. In fact, you craved it, always melting into their embraces with a contentment you could barely comprehend.

“Hi guys, I missed you this morning.” you said with a slight pout.

Jimin cupped your cheeks, a look of adoration decorating his features.

“I’m sorry bunbun, we had work to do.” Jimin admitted.

“But we missed you too. Did...did Namjoon-hyung and Seokjin-hyung come in to see you?” Taehyung asked, trying to mask his hesitation.

You smiled sheepishly, nodding in response to his question.

“Yeah, they did actually. They’re both as kind as I had expected. But guess what?” you asked with a rise of excitement.

They knew their brothers had come to visit you and they were a bit more than annoyed when they were put on a temporary, yet short, lockdown due to their work ethic. But something in them knew that it all worked out for the better. Especially when they spotted and interacted with the two in question. There was definitely something off about them. And when your name was mentioned, that made it all the more obvious and entertaining. But that was beside the point.

Your visible passion sparked the two males into putting all their attention solely on you. Seeing you this vitalized filled them with a sense of unexplainable bliss. Both Jimin and Taehyung shamelessly looked over you, their imaginations running to a shared domestic life where they were blessed to see such a cute face from morning until night.

“Oh, what’s got you all excited?” Jimin teased, twirling a small lock of your hair in between his fingers.

“Seokjin had offered me a chance to cater to your gala this weekend. I admit I’m a bit nervous but the thought of doing something like this makes me really excited.” you happily revealed.

Jimin and Taehyung both showed visible enthusiasm for your news, glad to hear and see you so elated for the opportunity. But they already knew about it. Of course they weren’t going to tell you that for fear of witnessing your bright hopeful eyes, wide beautiful smile, and rosy red cheeks be tainted with a crestfallen expression. So they played the part by acting surprised and congratulating you.

“That’s amazing Y/n! Imagine the amount of people you could network with?” Jimin encouraged.

“Not to mention them being able to sample some of the best a cafe could provide. No wonder you were chosen to be the face of our own authentic brand.” Taehyung added.

“What a perfect segway into your next surprise!” Jimin mentioned, a mischievous smirk painting his angelic features.

You cocked your head slightly, unaware there was a deeper reason behind their visit today. Nonetheless, your heart raced in slight anticipation, your inner child having always been tempted by surprises. When Jimin and Taheyung moved out of the way, you were standing face to face with a very tall man. He was young like the others but held some boyish looks that definitely indicated him being the youngest. He shared a similar length and wavy texture in hair to Taehyung and was just as handsome as the rest of the brothers. It took everything in you to not freak out for the third time today but it was very hard when Jeon Jungkook was here. Funny enough, he seemed as nervous and shy as you were feeling.

Taehyung lightly chuckled, pleased with the way this was going. Jimin was too, opting to spill the secret that their little maknae had hidden since your arrival.

“I’m sure you know who this is Y/n.” Jimin assumed.

“Yes! Hello, it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. I think you’re the only one I haven’t formally met yet.” you said trying to regain your composure.

Jungkook kinda jumped when you finally started talking to him. You could tell he was a bit fidgety and uncomfortable but he smiled slightly at you and nodded. Was he blushing?

“It’s nice to finally meet you too. My hyungs talk about you quite a lot actually.” Jungkook said.

“Uh uh uh!” Jimin jumped in.

“Little Jungkookie, you know none of us would’ve been able to meet her if it weren’t for you.” Taehyung added.

Jungkook stiffened and your eyes widened in confusion.

“Wait...what?” you asked with bewilderment.

“You see, Jungkook had been a fan of yours for quite some time.” Jimin finally admitted.

“Yep! You know how they call him the golden maknae?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, very intrigued on the development of this story.

“Well, he had come across a cafe in Busan a while ago where they do latte art in their drinks. He was curious and wanted to know more about it. Around that time you had become very popular here in Korea and naturally you showed up on the search engine.” Taehyung continued.

“It didn’t take much digging to reach you, especially when one of the most famous coffee brands here commented on your post. That caused even more people to migrate to your page, Jungkookie was just one of thousands at the time.” Jimin tacked on.

“A few months later from that point and we had announced our relocation to a bigger building. We all had agreed that we wanted to have our own authentic coffee brand that represents the company and what it stands for. So, we gave Jungkook the responsibility to handle that as he was the health buff.” Taehyung said.

“And that’s when he came up with the idea to bring you over. We felt that whatever his decision was would be a good fit, given his background and profession, and never actually realized it until recently. Kinda funny how the universe works, right?”

Jungkook’s face was crimson red, hand rubbing the back of his neck as a result of his nervous habit. He refused to make eye contact with you and bit his lower lip. Was Jungkook always this cute? You were more than a bit stunned by the sudden release of information and were kinda at a loss for words. Should you thank him? Or was that too weird? You truly weren’t sure, but you knew staying silent wasn’t the way to go.

“I...wow. I honestly don’t even know what to say. I guess hearing that someone as amazing as you found potential in someone like me is kinda unreal if I’m being honest. I’ve never really felt like someone who would be recognized like that, especially by someone whom I’ve looked up to for a few years now. I hope it doesn’t sound too weird by saying this but…” you said trailing off, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Like fate?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah, exactly like that.” you said with a pleased smile.

“I’m not a heavily spiritual person but I do believe in fated encounters. So,” you continued, turning to look at Jungkook.

He had finally given you eye contact, something in him forcing him to hold your gaze. You really were as beautiful as his brother’s had described. Actually, more so than that. Their words did you no justice. He had actually never seen your face, opting to keep it hidden from all your videos and posts. That only added to his intrigue in you. However, the inner feeling, that hidden force, the indescribable pull towards you was something Jungkook wasn’t even sure himself how to explain. All he knew was that he needed, he HAD to bring you here. But when it finally happened, he panicked, fearing he was being creepy and got too scared to actually see you. So imagine his surprise when the family meeting was sprung on him about the very girl he was drawn to and now so were his hyungs.

“Thank you Mr. Jeon. I mean it. This is far better than any dream of mine could’ve ever concocted. It feels too good to be true and a bit undeserving. But I will never disregard how lucky and how amazing this all is. And it all was thanks to you. Honestly, thank you doesn't even feel like it is enough to show my appreciation.” you said with as much sincerity you could muster.

Your words snapped Jungkook out of his daze. However, as the meaning behind what you said officially sunk in, he felt...off. You didn’t truly think you were good enough. Good enough to be here. To be given this opportunity. To be able to interact with someone like him, who, he himself, doesn’t really find to be as amazing as people make him out to be. Something about that made him upset.

“Please don’t belittle yourself. You’re far more amazing than you give yourself credit. I picked you because I was enamored with you. Your talent is amazing! It speaks to people, influences them, makes them happy. It’s real and authentic and genuine and it reminds people of their happy place. That’s why we titled it Magic Shop. You have just the right magic we were looking for.” Jungkook exclaimed with earnesty.

“Also...please just call me Jungkook. I’m barely a year older than you.” he mumbled more to himself than anyone else.

Jimin and Taehyung were more than surprised by their little brother’s words, having not realized just how much thought and dedication he put into finding someone who would represent a part of the company. He may have been good at everything and a little bit shy, but he had always had an emotional and raw viewpoint in the way he sees and does things. It was inspiring and well nurtured. Needless to say, his hyungs were both impressed and proud of their little brother. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure when it had happened, but tears began falling down your cheeks, your heart filling with an emotion that surpassed the mere ideas of gratitude.

You quickly tried to wipe them away, the strong emotion becoming too much for your sensitive heart to handle. The three males panicked, rushing to calm you down and to ensure you were okay. You’d never heard Jungkook apologize so much before and it caused you to laugh a little in response. It only helped that Jimin mocked and berated Jungkook while Taheyung pretended to cry along with you. Regardless, you managed to recompose yourself, excusing your unforeseen outburst before offering to them something to eat and drink. It took the entire time they were there, but Jungkook slowly started to warm up to you.

“Ahhh~ amazing as always!” Jimin cooed, eating some of the chocolate pudding you saved for him.

“Thank you Y/n. This is truly delicious. Would it be alright if I come by every Wednesday morning for some?” Jungkook asked with wide pleading eyes.

“Of course! Seokjin and Namjoon were offered the same option so it won’t be a problem at all.” you insured.

Jungkook blushed a little before nodding his head and quickly looking away. Jimin noticed and laughed to himself, aware of how oblivious you were to how quickly the youngest one became even more enamored by you. In the meantime, Taehyung’s phone buzzed, stealing his attention away from the small group for a bit. As the device illuminated his features with a soft blue glow, he frowned in irritation before sighing heavily. Jimin cut him a look in wait while both you and Jungkook were conversing with one another.

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Black Swan.” Taehyung simply stated.

Jimin’s eyes darkened but that’s all there was to it. Jungkook heard it too and got quiet. He quietly finished his meal and stood up. That caught your attention as you watched them all curiously.

“Ahh man, is it time to leave already? Don’t you have 15 minutes left.” you asked with undertones of disappointment.

“Sorry bunbun, we gotta run.” Jimin stated, bopping your nose before winking at you.

“No need to look so down. We’ll be back to see you again tomorrow, no restrictions this time. Well, as long as we control the urge to see you, that is.” Taehyung seductively tacked on, whispering lowly into your ear before giving your arm a slight squeeze.

You blushed furiously and nodded your head in understanding. Though your heart was racing and pounding heavily in your ears, you couldn’t help the shy smile on your face. Jungkook watched almost enviously at the interactions you shared with the two slightly older males. A sudden feeling of irritation was bubbling within him. He had wanted to do something similar but was far too shy to enact on such urges. You had only just met him but even them, he was never that bold enough. He didn’t want to freak you out. So he opted for a cute wave and small sweet smile. Little did he know that that didn’t stop any of his older brothers from doing it, except Yoongi of course. Him and Yoongi were pretty similar in that regard.

As you finally reached closing you locked up the doors and made your way downstairs to the first floor. As you glanced out the giant glass window, you finally realized how late it had gotten, not realizing at first due to prep work for tomorrow's menu. When you passed the identification desk, you were swiftly stopped by a man dressed in all black. From his attire you could tell he was a chauffer of some kind but couldn’t tell what he wanted or needed from you. He was an older man, slightly taller than you but very thin. He held a kind smile and sweet eyes. He bowed to you before explaining himself.

“Madam Y/l/n?” he asked.

“Yes sir? May I help you with something?” you responded back a bit confused.

“Ahh~ Excellent! My, if it’s alright with me saying, you are very beautiful. My granddaughter is a little bunny hybrid and you remind me so much of her.” he said sweetly.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling a bit honored by his words.

“Oh but that’s not important right now. I was instructed by Mr. Kim to take you home tonight, ensure that you arrive safely.” he explained.

You cocked your head a bit, unsure why they felt the need to do this all of a sudden.

“Oh uh...I see. But I always take a taxi or ride the subway, are you sure it’s not a little out of the way?” you asked somewhat hesitantly.

The old man just chuckled and shook his head dismissively.

“Surely not madam! Think of it as a courtesy from the CEOs. Nothing else to it!” he said happily.

His overly benevolent personality made it easy for you to drop your guard a bit, even if it was hard to wrap your head around the reasoning behind this whole ordeal. You figured it was no big deal and eventually accepted the elderly man’s offer, not wanting to stand there and contemplate all night. He offered to take your bags which you handed to him with much thanks. Following him out the revolving glass doors, you were surprised to be met with a black Lexus CL500, a car that’s easily $95 thousands USD. The elderly man just chuckled at your astonishment, eager to get you in and on your way.

It took all of 30 minutes to get you home, a trip that usually took about an hour. Funny enough, it felt much shorter as you and the man talked almost the entire time about yourselves. It was oddly comforting and it made you pretty thrilled to be able to hold a decent conversation, something you weren’t used to when coming to and leaving work. It was also really nice having the extra 30 minutes to yourself and was actually pretty grateful for the sudden ride home. When he pulled up to the small apartment complex you were offered in the contract, you gave your last goodbyes to the man, whom you found out was named Mr. Choi. He waited for you to safely reach and enter your building before his sweet and kind smile softly fell off his lips.

He reached into his back pocket to pull out a gun, quickly attaching a silencer before approaching a large bush stationed in front of the gate leading to the complex. There was a man dressed in all balck, blending perfectly in with the night as it blanketed the entire area. Putting the tip of the silencer to the man’s head, Mr. Choi pulled the trigger before giving it a second thought. The man in hiding hit the ground with a thud, rustling the neighboring shrubs as he did so. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Mr.Choi cleaned the back splatter that got on the gun before dialing a number. It barely had a chance to ring before the man on the other end answered.

“Did she arrive safely?” Namjoon asked.

“Of course Mr. Kim. However, we did have a Night Owl here.” Mr. Choi revealed.

“However, he was eliminated without any issue. I’ve already notified the clean up crew to dispose of the body.”

“Understood. I appreciate looking out for her. Thank you Mr. Choi. I imagine this will continue for some time so please be sure to continue watching over her.” Namjoon instructed.

“Of course Mr. Kim. Have a wonderful night.”

“You as well. Thank you for your services.”

Putting the phone away, Mr. Choi walked back to the vehicle and got in without any hesitation, driving off as you proceeded with your normal nightly routine unaware of the dealings that just occurred right outside your window.

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Pied Piper | masterpost

— Summary: You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: verbal and physical abuse (violence, threatening, blood, murder), sexual tension, hurt/comfort, insecurities (anxiety, body image, racism, etc;), implied smut (if not full smut)

***This is the revamped version of Sweet Tea and will be started once Choco Bun is finished! :)

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Choco Bun: 3

Choco Fudge

HYBRID TYPES: Reader-Bunny Namjoon-Earth Dragon Jin-Water Dragon Yoongi-Moon (Dark) Dragon Hoseok-Sun (Light) Dragon Jimin-Wind Dragon Taehyung-Ice Dragon Jungkook-Fire Dragon

— Pairing: ceo!mythical hybrid!bts x poc!curvy!hybrid!coffee shop owner!reader

— Genre: fluff / poly!au / ceo!au / hybrid!au / mafia!au (if you squint)

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, verbal insulting (bullying), underlying threats, mentions of murder

— Word Count: 7.7k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 3! If I’m being honest...not a huge fan of this chapter. That’s why it took me so long to finally post for you all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it for what it’s worth and look forward to future chapters! :D

Also this is like completely unedited...so please forgive any mistakes T_T I’ll come back an fix it soon, promise!

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When you walked out of your apartment you were met with none other than Mr.Choi again. He looked just as happy and cheerful as always, him unexpectedly and unexplainably becoming your chauffeur since the first time you met him. You had protested to Namjoon the following day, claiming that you didn’t deserve such illustrious treatment, but you caved when he dismissed you and those irresistible dimples appeared. Curse that face of his and his way with words. So here you were being driven around in a car you had to look up to find out how expensive it was. Luckily though, Mr. Choi never made you uncomfortable and always eased your worries and concerns. Ultimately, if nothing else you made a really nice friend from the whole ordeal.

When Mr. Choi finally reached the estate; you weren’t surprised by how extravagant and vast the property was. Given the amount of money they make hourly as well as the fact they house seven grown male dragon hybrids, it only made sense their home was so large. Add the fact they host gatherings and meetings and you’d expect nothing less. However, where you used to live, houses this big did not exist anywhere in sight. They were gated off similar to this but they looked more like mobile homes compared to the mansion sitting in front of you.

Traditional decor cooperated beautifully with a modern touch with every architectural design your eyes laid on. Hints of the lawn, the roads, and the surrounding garden were made clear that a professional hand took great care of it daily. Their driveway felt like another street and the amount of security that you could witness probably was minor compared to what was really surrounding the property. They may not have shown it so openly to the public that they were rich but their home definitely did. You would’ve thought a government official lived here or someone else with an even higher status.

“Madam Y/n, are you alright heading in by yourself?” Mr. Choi asked you, snapping you from your thoughts.

You quickly turned to him and bowed apologetically. When you looked back up, you held a sheepish yet somewhat overwhelmed smile on your face.

“Y-Yes sir! Thank you so much for escorting me here. I truly appreciate it.” you said before offering him one last goodbye for the time being.

He nodded with a kind and gentle smile, pleased to see you brave enough to continue by yourself. Getting back in the vehicle to pull off, you turned to the large double doors now towering over you. Getting ready to ring the doorbell, one of the pristine wooden slabs opened on their own to your surprise. You first saw two cat ears atop a large tuft of dark brown hair. The person in question was very tall, very thin, and very young looking. He held sharp features and wore a butlers suite that fitted his figure nicely, slightly accenting his muscles underneath. His tail swooshed back and forth as he examined you closely, golden frame glasses glowing under the rays of the sun. It was a brief pause of silence before he smiled gently at you in recognition.

“Madam Y/n, correct?” he asked.

“Yes sir!” you squeaked out.

The tall cat hybrid just chuckled at you, smelling your anxiety from a mile away. Opening the door wider for you to step in, he bowed to you first.

“My name is Junghwa, I am the head butler of this estate. It is my utmost pleasure to finally meet you in person. If you may,” he said gesturing towards a row of maids standing in front of one of the largest set of double staircases you'd ever seen.

“Our staff here has quite a few options of attire at your disposal, provided by Master Park himself.” he stated.

From what you already knew, and what you managed to continue to learn about the guys individually, was that Jimin, specifically, took clothing very seriously. He was always dressed to the nines, not a single wrinkle or stray strand in sight. You were more than a little bit curious to see what Jimin had personally handpicked for you.

“Thank you Mr. Junghwa.” you bowed politely before following the staff up the stairs.

The man bowed in return before making his way off into one of the neighboring spaces, unsure of where it led. You didn’t really have time to ponder over it as the maids rushed you up the remainder of the stairs and into a room a few hallways down.

Entering the dressing room, the older of the four maids began instructing the others to retrieve the options Jimin picked out for you. You waited patiently to be revealed to some of the most beautiful dresses you’d ever seen in your life. The older maid must’ve found your adorable yet astonished gaze on each of the dresses amusing, concluding that you’ve never worn something so expensive before. And she was definitely correct about that. With a rising smile on her face at the evident indecision in your eyes, she finally spoke up.

“Madam Y/n, would you care to try on all of them to see which best suits your taste?” she asked kindly.

“Oh! Y-yes! May I?” you asked for clarification with a clear flustered expression.

All the maids started to giggle at your child-like reaction, amused by your genuine question.

“Of course my lady. Master Jimin spent quite a few days finding something he thought you might thoroughly enjoy wearing. He took good care of keeping a lot into consideration. You should give them each a try before deciding.” she urged.

You smiled happily at her words, yet again another gesture you weren’t used to especially by a male. You nodded your head in agreement, preparing yourself to try on the first dress. You had requested honest input from the maids, as you ended up being just as indecisive as you were in the beginning. They were more than excited to gush over their reasonings for the dress they thought suited you better. In the end, though, you all settled on an off the shoulder a-line ball gown that sparkled beautifully under the light, different speckles of colors pointing through each time you moved. Your hair and makeup were styled simply so as to not distract from your natural beauty and the elegant fit of the dress. You were more than pleased about that as you were not one who liked wearing too much makeup or standing out either.

Regardless, you were overall pleased and thankful for the final result, truly appreciating the opinions of the maids who aided you every step of the way. And even though you thought you simply looked a bit prettier than normal you were entirely unaware of how you affected the men you were going to eventually come across on your way to the ballroom, the location of your booth for tonight. First was Jungkook and Namjoon, who were notified first of your arrival.

When you descended the staircase with the oldest of the maids, whom you found out was the head maid of the house and named Mrs. Choi (Mr. Choi’s wife), you were unaware of the two approaching males from the opened space Junghwa initially exited through. Too busy admiring the lavish decor within the walls of the foyer, you failed to notice Namjoon and Jungkook staring so openly at you. Their eyes shamelessly traced over your figure as the sunlight from the windows radiated your very being, giving you an ethereal glow that was too attractive to look away from.

Mrs. Choi immediately bowed to the duo before a sly smirk found its way so perfectly upon her lips. Eyeing the three of you in wait, wondering who was going to finally make the first move, her patience at the lack of action dwindled down relatively quickly. Straightening herself up, Mrs. Choi broke the settling silence, snapping the guys out of their daze and redirecting your attention to their presence.

“Master Namjoon. Master Jungkook. Doesn’t Madam Y/n look beautiful?” she asked, urging the three of you to converse.

You twirled, unaware of the elegance within your sudden gesture. You beamed happily at the two before caving under their overbearing yet enthralling demeanor. Your heart skipped a beat and your joyous smile turned shy instantly. You could spend all day going through a dictionary to find the appropriate words to properly describe the alluring charm leaking off of them but you were too magnetized by it all, feeling small and unworthy to be standing in their presence. You were absolutely certain the others looked as pleasantly handsome.

“Yes, she looks absolutely gorgeous.” Namjoon spoke first, breaking your train of thought.

A small blush spread across your cheeks as the compliment slipped from Namjoon’s lips. He grinned lovingly at you while he too seemed to be blushing slightly. Jungkook was still at a loss for words, unsure of what to even do. On one hand he wanted to take your hand and spin you again to show off how you make the dress more exquisite than it could ever look on anyone else. But on the other hand, Jungkook’s nerves were ceasing his muscles, his train of thought, and his ability to utter a single word aloud. It was pure torture and he truly didn’t want to stand there like an idiot, so he mustered up all his bravery to finally perform some kind of action.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t even know if gorgeous is the correct word. But i definitely agree with hyung. You look really amazing Y/n.” Jungkook finally admitted, smiling to hide his obvious crimson flush.

You felt undeserving of such kind words, the attention being unfamiliar and too much for your poor sensitive heart to handle. Regardless, you tried to stay brave by smiling and nodding, even if it was obvious you were somewhat embarrassed. Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Jungkook couldn’t maintain eye contact for much longer. Mrs. Choi had disappeared quite a while ago, dismissing herself privately.

“You both look more or less handsome.” you joked trying to calm your nerves, giggling shortly after.

“Sorry we couldn’t chock up to your beauty love, some of us weren’t as blessed to be as bewitching as you.” Namjoon smirked back.

You about choked on air, unsure of what to say. Jungkook just laughed, silently agreeing as you weakly attempted to hit them both in their arms out of distress. Curse Kim Namjoon and his way with words! He always knew what to do and say to provoke your emotions, even when you tried so damn hard to be as confident and clever with your own. Jungkook slyly captured your hands within his own before twirling you around playfully.

“Woah there princess! Can’t have you getting too riled up now. What would we do if we lost our little choco bun to such silly tricks?” Jungkook teased, boldly intertwining his fingers with yours.

You were a bit surprised by the sudden change in demeanor but summing it up to being part of his usual playful self. You pouted up at him, his height towering over you making you feel small. Yet you couldn’t deny the view you were blessed with, an opportunity to admire his handsome face up close more so than usual. He held such a spirited look, content with the dynamic you shared. Before falling deeper into this haze you politely took your hands back and turned away from them both, hoping to gain the upper hand over the situation. They each eyed you curiously, waiting in amusement for your next course of action.

“Well I made a promise so I’m not going anywhere. You’d have to do more than some childish teasing to get me to yield to you.” you chided back, a slight smirk on your face.

Though you just wanted to join in on the teasing you were met with darkening gazes and a quick flicker of an iridescent color in both of their eyes. You couldn’t make it out entirely but you definitely knew something in their eyes changed for a brief moment. The atmosphere was slowly feeling more and more suffocating, like you were being placed under a trance. Your skin was raised and your senses felt heightened. It was like you were staring into the eyes of unforgiving predators who would maul you without so much as thinking twice. Your inner animal was on high alert but at the same time, in that very moment, you wanted them to take that chance because you knew. You knew deep down that it wasn’t the fear of dying by their hand but it was the exhilarating possibility they’d rip off your clothes and take you where you stood. Holding you, marking you, pushing deep inside you; the mere thought of it drove your senses mad. But you needed to control yourself. These were your bosses, not your lovers.

Namjoon and Jungkook could smell you. And just like you knew, they knew too. They knew they were the ones to make you stay in place. They knew they were the ones that made your skin crawl. They knew they were the ones that made you just slick enough in between your thighs to smell that irresistibly sweet yet pungent scent. And they knew that if they kept up this dynamic any long they were going to lose all sense of self restraint. Namjoon cleared his throat first, forcing your attention on to him and allowing for Jungkook to compose himself.

“Well Y/n, we understand that you have to get going. Junghwa asked us to pass a message along to you. Head into the kitchen to retrieve your identification badge. Then follow the head server into the ballroom where your booth is located.” Namjoon explained.

You straightened yourself up and smiled, bowing in thanks. Waving goodbye to the duo and also to that extremely unexplainable atmosphere, you quickly scurried off with their eyes watching your every move until you left out their sight. It didn’t take long for you to find the kitchen, having to only follow the striking smells that lured you to the doors. Upon entering the area you spotted both Yoongi and Seokjin instructing a few staff members on where to be and what to serve based on a set up of tonight's guests.

It was absolutely intriguing to see them speak so eloquently to the servers, impressed with the clear cut instructions they gave. It was a few more minutes of watching in awe before the group was dismissed to take up their positions. Yoongi was the first who noticed you, blinking several times in astonishment before stepping away from an oblivious Seokjin. He had a shy smile when he approached you, looking over your appearance with such admiration.

“You look beautiful Y/n.” he said bashful.

You always did find it endearing how sweet and soft Yoongi was despite what so many believed. He was the type of person who was very sensitive on the inside and hid it through stoicness. That often came across as uncaring, cold, and icy; labeling him under the misconception of being intimidating and cruel. But it took all of maybe a few visits to realize just how incorrect that was. Being a fan, you always had your suspicions but it only served to prove you right the longer you hung out with him.

“Thank you Yoongi. As expected both you and Seokjin look as handsome as usual.” you said, feeling a bit braver.

Seokjin perked at your compliment, beelining his way towards you as soon as he recognized your sweet voice. Seokjin may not have admitted it but he was entirely enamored with your voice. So sweet, so soothing, so angelic, so cute. You were the epitome of the soft girl aesthetic, at least personality wise, and it drove him mad. As Yoongi was desperately trying to mask his rosie tinted cheeks from your previous complement, Seokjin took the initiative to lightly grasp your hand before kissing it.

“My, you’ve always been easy on the eyes but you sure know how to stop a crowd when dressed like this. I fear our guests will be a bit too enamored with you.” Seokjin chuckled, twirling you around to take a look at the dress fitted to you.

“Jimin really did an excellent job picking out your dress.” he added.

“I think Jimin could’ve given her a potato sack and she’d still somehow make it look gorgeous.” Yoongi admitted.

Your group laughed at that, you shaking your head in disagreement.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit! Pretty sure no one would want to see me naked in a potato sack. That wouldn’t be all that appealing I'd assume.” you giggled once more.

Just like Namjoon and Jungkook, Seokjin and Yoongi’s eyes darkened at your words. Seokjin smirked at you, eyes filled with a challenging gaze.

“Babe, if I’m being honest, I’d think the world would fall to their knees if they saw you naked, with or without the potato sack.” Yoongi states matter-of-factly, eyes shamelessly yet slowly looking you up and down, lingering over your more intimate areas.

Babe? Did he just call you babe? Yoongi has never done that before. And why was his tone so provocative? Your heart began to race and your skin felt chills run through it. It was just like with Namjoon and Jungkook. It terrified you so badly yet turned you on so intimately.

“I’m going to have to agree with Yoongi, my little bun. But if you truly didn’t want to wear such an outfit, we’d have no problem with you going without anything really.” Seokjin stated flirtatiously with a raised brow.

Your heart skipped a beat before lodging itself deep within your throat. It was getting hot, uncomfortably so and it felt...weird to say the least. Something you weren’t sure how to explain. You fidled with your dress before shyly looking away at a loss after hearing such captivating exclamations. Seokjin found that to be cute, wanting to tease you more. But just before he even had a chance, a slight cough interrupted the thick atmosphere. Capturing all of your attention, there stood a young woman with a flat expression. She looked a tad bit older than Seokjin and was very pretty. She didn’t seem all that bothered with her master’s actions and stood there as if she hadn’t just heard what they said.

There was a quick flash of irritation in Seokjin’s eyes before it disappeared just as fast as it came. He sighed a bit before recomposing himself. Yoongi spoke up first.

“Y/n, this is Ms. Chun Hei. She is our head server and the one who will escort you to your booth this evening. With her she will explain the basics of what to do and what to expect. She also has all of the identification you will need to enter and exit the ballroom in case you have to.” Yoongi broke down.

Oh yeah. You almost forgot. You were here to work. You were getting paid for your services tonight. Nothin less and nothing more. For some reason you hated hearing Yoongi remind you of that. Remind you that at the end of the day you are merely their employee and they are your bosses. Nothing less and nothing more. And yet, deep down, your heart sunk at the thought of that, remembering the inevitable barrier between you and them. You were you and they were, for lack of a better word, amazing. You tried to hide your faltering smile by bowing to Chun Hei and following her out the doors. Both Yoongi and Seokjin noticed it immediately but chose not to voice anything. After you waved them goodbye, you eventually made your way to the ballroom, which was far more vast, more beautiful, and more extravagant than any other room you’ve come across so far.

She guided you through the large enclosed area where a decent sized table with your equipment laid sitting. You were stationed right next to the opened balcony which provided you with a beautiful view of both the sun and the large flower maze garden they had down below. You had noticed there were various tables with exquisite embellishments and food prestinely placed on silk woven cloth. It looked like a scene straight from a fairy tail.

You thanked Chun Hei and started to prepare your special dish for tonight; chocolate fudge cubes and hand roasted coffee. The fudge cubes were to act as the sweetener while not overtaking the bitter nuttiness that coffee is birthed with. The fudge itself was constructed to not be overly sweet and can be eaten separately or together with the hot beverage. You had actually pretested this item beforehand and were given the immediate greenlight to serve it for tonight. The chocolate was done prior to your arrival and placed in a mini cooler to keep it from melting before guests arrived. You also were given a more advanced coffee machine that allowed you to make fresh batches on the spot. You were beyond thankful for the offered equipment, it’s uses taking away stresses you needn’t worry about.

Everything in front of you served as a nice distraction from the last two encounters, slowly feeling like yourself as you fell back into your element. However, that also served to block you from the duo that had immediately taken notice of your presence and, instead of approaching, had observed you the past couple of minutes. You looked absolutely dazzling to them. From your styled hair, to your elegant accessories, down to the end of the glittering gown. It shaped you perfectly, accented your brown skin beautifully, and only served to enlighten your graceful features further. Saying Jimin was proud to witness you in his choice and looking as fine as you did was a bit of an understatement. And he wore it like it was second skin.

“She’s a bit too pleasing to the eye. But I willingly have to say Jiminie, you did an excellent job picking out a dress.” Taehyung admitted to his friend, his eyes never once leaving your working figure.

Jimin was beyond pleased with this situation. He smirked triumphantly, your delicate features being more than enough of a reward for his efforts. Swishing the deep colored liquid around in his wine glass, he took a swig before walking forward.

“I know.” he simply stated, moving directly towards you without hesitation.

Taehyung wordlessly followed after his smaller friend, taking all of a few strides to reach your location. It took a second but you finally noticed the duo who were eyeing your station before they landed on you almost seductively. Was this going to be a reoccurring theme today or were you going crazy? You may not have been experienced but you sure as hell weren't blind or oblivious to the way they’ve all been looking at you. To be fair, you could argue there was no hidden intent behind the odd rise in sexual tension but you’d be more of a fool to disregard it. So, instead, you opted to push the intrusive thoughts to the side and take their overly touchy advances with a grain of salt. Even if your body responded in less than appropriate ways.

“Jimin. Taehyung. I didn’t think it was possible to look even more handsome than usual.” you jabbed playfully.

“Say’s the one who looks like a goddess when she usually looks like our cute little princess.” Jimin smirked back, cocking his head slightly.

There it was again. Those subtle endearing yet possessive terms they kept throwing out. God it was hard not to crumble under their words, their eyes, their presence. It was suffocating yet intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough of it yet your senses screamed at you to bolt.

It didn’t take much for your cheeks to heat with a burning vengeance. You always did lose your confidence around these men and all you could manage to usually do was shyly look away from them as a response. Taehyung licked his lips just before a smirk played on his perfectly symmetrical face, bathing in the way your innocence always riled him up. Stirring an uncontrollable need, a desire, to claim you so intimately, so passionately. But he needed to be patient. He and the others promised they'd be patient with you. But you always made it so damn hard sometimes. If only you knew how badly you screwed with them, then you’d realize that you actually had more power over them than they’d care to admit.

“You’ve all been giving me so much more credit than I deserve. I appreciate the kind compliments but I truly don’t deserve them.” you bashfully stated, playing with a loose lock of your hair.

“Love, it’s not nice to speak so lowly of yourself. Come,” Jimin said, gesturing for you to take his hand.

You placed your smaller hand in his as he played with your knuckles down to the tips of your fingers. He watched as you fell even more nervous under his touch almost identical to the wine from his cup earlier.

“I think it’s less of us giving you too much credit and more of you not giving yourself enough of it.” Jimin explained kissing the top of your hand.

Taehyung slipped the tips of his fingers underneath your chin, turning your head to face him.

“If only you could see the beauty we see and crave in you my little choco bun. I guess that’ll just have to take a little more time.” Taehyung stated before separating from you and walking away.

“We have some business to attend to before tonight. See ya later my sweet bunbun~” Jimin cooed, waving you a goodbye.

You waved back at the retreating duo, completely confused by the odd change in demeanor from all of them thus far. As much as you would like to mule over it, you couldn’t. You had far more important things you needed to handle before guests started to arrive. You’ll figure all this out later or at least at some point down the line.

As the night was slowly approaching guests poured in like crazy. At first all they did was admire their surroundings and speak to one another and you weren’t sure rather to be grateful for that or nervous that no one had approached you yet. However, as more and more people filed in, more and more of them slowly spread out within the ballroom, groups of hybrids and humans alike mingling closer to your table. It wasn’t until you had spotted a familiar figure.

“Y/n!” a voice called out excitedly.

You turned your head to a tall woman with long crimson hair. She had tanned skin, untouched and practically perfect upon first glance. Sporting a form fitting bright red dress with matching red lipstick, you knew exactly who it was. Carmen.

Carmen is a latina from South America, her real name being Maria Francisca. She had created a never before seen makeup line that had a shade for practically all skin tones, worked as a perfect SPF, water and sweat resistant, and lasts 8+ hours with light reapplication depending on what it is you're doing. Safe, cruelty free, and using all natural products; her line blew up like crazy. What made her really stand out was the fact she refused to fall prey to mass production that would normally lead to lower quality. Quality over quantity was always her motto. However, she had received quite a lot of pressure from big named brands and it wasn’t until BTS Corp came and asked to partner with her that she was finally allocated her freedom for creativity again.

When the partnership was announced publicly the world went crazy. So many people loved her makeup and many of the idols, singers, and actors under BTS Corp often used her brand anyway. It was a perfect match. So, naturally, you managed to meet her. Being one of few foreigners who often was there doing business with the company on a daily basis, she naturally gravitated towards you on that like minded term. You guys became friends relatively quickly, you also being an avid fan of her brand. You talked quite a bit when she stopped by if she could and you guys often shared little gifts with each other from your homeland. So if anything, you were happy to see her here.

“Well if it isn’t Meu fofinho~!” she endearingly called to you, kissing both your cheeks.

“Carmen! You look so gorgeous! I’m starting to think red was made for you!” you giggled.

“Why thank you love. But I have a competitor. Mr. Jung Hoseok is a very fine man in red. Especially tonight.” she pointed out, directing your attention to Hoseok who was speaking with a small group of individuals.

And boy was that an understatement. He looked just as stylish and suave as they come and he added a more breathtaking style than it should have had. You two giggled like school girls, impressed with how nicely the 7 men had dressed for tonight’s events as you individually picked out each one from the crowded room. Shortly after, you carried on a brief conversation about your beverage, which led Carmen into tasting it. Her eyes had grown wide and she began spending more time downing the drink than saying anything else. You’d assumed that was a good sign but you weren’t entirely sure at first.

“Is it…?” you started off, implying that you needed a response.

“It’s amazing! This is some of the best coffee I'd ever tasted. And this chocolate...uh what is this love?” she asked for quick clarification.

“It’s frozen chocolate fudge cubes.” you responded giggling.

“Yes! These….these are a godsend! It’s like a perfect amount of sweetness mixed with a hot bitterness and it's exceptionally divine together. And look at the gorgeous brown color and the scent…*mwah*!” she gushed loudly.

Her exclamations caught the attention of a few of the younger clients who recently signed on to the company. They approached your table in curiosity, allured by the fragrance and convinced enough to go through with their destination thanks to Carmen. And as more and more people gathered to taste your beverage, you were flabbergasted by the positive responses that you’d received. You felt a swelling sense of pride from your work, something you came up with on your own, an original recipe, and you had never received such feedback so quickly. You were happy, pleased, and confident in sharing your intent and you met some really amazingly kind people along the way. You felt bad for assuming they’d all, for the most part, be snobby and standoffish. Scoffing at you and your work. Instead you were met with such inclusive and interested individuals. At least, for a vast majority of the night you did.

You actually weren’t surprised by this. A small part of you knowing that there was going to be at least one person who always had something to say. In this case it was a small group of high class investors. 3 women, 2 men. 1 man and 2 women were predator based hybrids; jaguar, tiger, and rhino. The other two individuals were human. They each were adorned with their own expensive dresses and suits, lavished with large and extravagant accessories that made it well known they had money. The way they carried themselves, the air that followed them, the arrogance that swallowed them up. Yeah, they were your stereotypical snobby rich kids. Too young to even know what to do with their money but old enough to act like they did.

“What is this, a cafe?” the female jaguar hybrid mocked.

“I bet it’s instant. Who would dare to allow someone to serve flavored tap water?” the human female laughed.

“Bold of you to assume it’s tap water. More like toilet water.” the rhino male hybrid proclaimed.

The group laughed amongst themselves, finding humor in their lame excuse of bullying. You could come up with far better insults than that, disappointed with how cliche it was. But despite all of that, you could not deny that it was irritating, no matter how lackluster the insults were.

“Can’t believe they hired some foreigner. At least pick a pretty one.”

“Like who? Carmen? Please, people like that are few and far between.”

“Then at least pick a thin one! Jesus, it’s like no one even cares about their body shape anymore. I thought rabbit hybrids only ate vegetables. Why’s that one so fat?”

“You know how those westerners like to be a bit more...rounder. Maybe she thought her exotic looks would enthrall some of the men here.”

You’ve briefly had people comment on your figure before in the past and just like this group, they weren’t always kind things. If you were being honest with yourself, you were in the inbetween stages of having thick skin while also being a bit sensitive. You had dealt with a lot of your past trauma on your own but you were still recovering from some of the more deep rooted things, like your view on your body. So even though you could handle the initial comments, it did start to bug you a little when they poked at your figure. Throw in the fact they brought up your bosses, 7 eligible bachelors who could easily snag any woman they wanted, 7 eligible bachelors who you were slowly starting to crush on for individual reasons...yeah it made you feel a little less than. The slow rise in anxiety started to make you drift back to their touchy encounters from earlier, analyzing each interaction. Your overthinking forced you to doubt there was any underlying intention, even if it was clearly borderline inappropriate a good 80% of the time.

“Well, what’s a cute little bunny girl like you doing being forced to serve such self-important lowlifes?” a sudden voice asked, ripping you from your thought.

The words the man had spoken completely shut the small group up almost instantly. They’re make-up caked, pristinely put together faces contorted in perfect reflection of their ugly degrading attitudes. It was a comical sight if it weren’t for the fact this man had said it loud enough for more than just them to hear it. Not once did he even bother to throw them a glance and only kept his blazing iron colored eyes on you. You admit that you were a bit lost, unsure of what to do or say in the moment. However, he didn’t really seem to mind waiting for a response, perfectly content with observing you, patiently.

“I...I uh...I don’t mind offering my services. If anything I’m happy to share my creations with so many people, despite their status of course. I just like making people happy with food and drinks.” you said, trying hard to swallow your rising fear.

You couldn’t exactly explain why there was a feeling of concern deep within your being but the animal part of you recognized it all too well and all too quickly. Upon first glance, this man, who you realized was roughly around Seokjin and Yoongi’s age, gave no indication of alarm. He was very tall, muscular, and held sharp facial features. His hair was jet black, slicked with a shine from some type of strong scented gel. He wore an outfit that was fit more to a gangster than what you’d seen most males dress tonight but it wasn’t too out of place. Despite his above average appearance, his eyes were what was the most enticing characteristic about him. They were a mix of lime green and forest green and his pupils were a sharp thin diamond shape.

You had a hard time at first figuring it out due to the heavy scent of his cologne but upon closer inspection you could tell he was a snake hybrid. A tad bit different from other snake hybrids you’d seen before but nonetheless, definitely one of some kind. In fact, what you had originally thought was a unique tattoo were actually unique scale protrusions on certain areas of his skin. It was oddly beautiful in it’s own way. But despite all of that, it was the way he carried himself. It was similar yet different. Arrogant yet approachable. Charming yet dangerous. And even though you could feel it, you knew it deep within your prey based DNA that he was bad news, he was also enticing as he continued to lure you deeper and deeper in to him.

“Look at that, passionate and good hearted too. How adorable you are. Such a shame not that many people here can see that.”

He sideyed the still present group of individuals, looking them up and down shamelessly before scoffing in their direction. His uncaring demeanor was somewhat admirable but unfortunately, the action came off as more adherent than anything else. You admit it made you feel a bit more uncomfortable than you cared to admit but tried desperately to cover that up. He looked back at you with a captivating grin, almost knowing what kind of mood he was setting and relishing in it.

“No matter. Not many days I get to lay eyes on someone as gorgeous as you. You were one of the first people I took notice of when I stopped by this evening. I almost didn’t come here tonight. But you darling. You made it oh so worth it.” he overly shared.

You sheepishly smiled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I assure you there are plenty of amazingly beautiful women here who’ve surely caught your eye at least once today. I’m not so special, but I appreciate your kind compliment.” you giggled lightly.

“Surely you jest babe. I’m surprised more men aren’t here swarming your table. Such a shame those bosses of yours are too fucking blind to court your fine ass. Unless they’ve already love tapped you. In that case I’d like to get in on th-”

“Mr. Lee Jihyun. Wasn’t expecting a visit from you tonight. How unexpected of you.”

Both you and, who you now know as, Jihyun turned to the intruding voice. You were a bit relieved to have seen Hoseok standing there, feelings of uncomfortability fading away slowly from his presence alone. Hoseok flashed you one of his signature and radiant smiles your way, bypassing Jihyun without so much as a second thought. Jihyun looked irritated but controlled his rising temper, not wanting to make a scene.

Hoseok offered his hand to you which you gladly placed in his. You smiled with a slight warm feeling radiating from your cheeks, your heart beating like crazy from his touch alone. He was the only one who hadn’t spoken to you since your arrival and in this very moment it was all worth it. Something about him always eased your rapid thoughts, feelings of reassurance and comfort coming to mind. You didn’t notice it but the small group that still lingered around watched in jealous horror, unknowing of the close relationship you two shared.

“Hey there cutie. I was told you looked beautiful tonight but I think the guys did a poor job at addressing that.” he laughed, charmed by you already.

“Hoseo- I mean Mr. Jung, thank you so much. You’ve all done so much for me and I wouldn’t have been able to wear something so amazing if it weren't for you all. Or more specifically Mr. Park.” you smiled shyly up at him.

Hoseok kept staring at you, enamored with the way you tried really hard to not be so nervous around him but more so with how truly beautiful you looked before him. He could tell right away you were entirely unaware of it, oblivious to how many men had truly eyed you, spoken highly of you, even going as far as to gamble with asking you out. He had no shame in admitting he was one of those men, albeit he kept most of that to himself.

“Why are you so cute? You drive me crazy.” Hoseok boldly admitted, lowering his voice and ignoring all the people around him.

You puffed your cheeks at him, a pout forming from his open flirting. You held a scowl on your face but he knew it wasn’t serious.

“Don’t say things like that. Especially when you don’t mean them.” you whined, your ears slumped in disappointment.

Hoseok was about to retort, hoping to assure you that he was far from being false with his words, but Jihyun butted in, annoyed with being ignored.

“Well good thing I’m no liar sweetheart. Unlike this one, I have a reputation for keeping all my promises. The good, the bad, and the ugly ones.”

You flinched at the hidden implications behind his words, knowing that there was something far more insidious with that.

“Is that what you see your self righteous snake charming ass as? Last I checked you had a little slip up the other night. Failed to get you princess from her castle, right? Wonder what hindered you?” Hoseok shot back.

“Hah. Would’ve been an easy job if she wasn’t so heavily protected by her fucking lizardmen. Dragon’s have always been greedy motherfuckers haven’t they? Once they’ve laid claim to a treasure they’ll do anything to keep it. Even if they destroy it in the long run.”

“We’ll see who destroys who in the end. And if the line get’s crossed again, you’re going to regret the day your mother didn’t swallow you instead.”

Jihyun just smirked at Hoseok, sizing him up before turning his attention back to you.

“See ya sweetheart. Maybe we can meet again and make due on some pretty amazing promises.” he said winking before walking off.

Hoseok’s eyes never left the retreating figure until he was out of sight. You, for lack of a better word, were very confused. The little conversation that took place made no sense whatsoever to you, or to anyone else who happened to hear it for that matter. You admit it was a little hot seeing Hoseok so dominant and angry, but you weren’t clueless enough to recognize they were speaking in code for a reason. You, of course, were not going to pry into it but you were starting to reach your social limit and kinda wanted to go home.

You and Hoseok had spoken for a little while longer, guests slowly making their way out the door and to their homes. Both Hoseok and you started cleaning up your table, cute little jokes and intimate touches taking place while you did so. It didn’t take long for the others to crowd around and join in. You felt most happy when you were with the seven of them and were grateful you could bask in their presence. With them here, the clean up went by significantly quickly and all the guests had somehow left the ballroom already.

Stretching your arms out in exhaustion, you yawned. Your feet hurt, your body ached, and your mouth felt dry. You were hungry, too nervous to eat or drink anything during it all, and after the nerves had subsided you felt starved and dehydrated. Yoongi had noticed it first, coming to your side to support your figure. You gave him a nod of gratification, opting to lean against his sturdy frame for relief.

“Did you tire yourself out today?” Taehyung asked, grabbing an extra piece of fudge you had stored in your small portable freezer.

“Yeah, just a little. I think I was running on all of the excitement tonight. I was too nervous to move away from here or to even eat and drink anything. I’m so tired. Hahaha, I’m sorry I think I’m rambling now.” you said sinking further into Yoongi’s warmth.

Jimin came up and took your other side, squishing you between the two of the smaller males. It was nice and comforting actually, kinda like how you used to burrow when you were little. The reminiscent feeling lulled you softly into the caresses of sleep.

“Little bun, you can’t fall asleep here. You need some proper rest.” Jungkook softly scolded, taking your hands into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. You guys must be just as exhausted having to talk to so many people tonight. I should head home so you could finally get some rest.” you mumbled back, attempting to stand on your own.

“H-How about you spend the night here?” Jimin offered up, a bit jumpy.

He made swift eye contact with the others, unbeknownst to you of course.

“What!? Oh no no. I couldn’t do that. I’ve already intruded on you already. I couldn’t ask to stay the night.” you argued back.

“It’s pretty late. It’s no big deal. You can leave first thing in the morning.” Seokjin added.

“Plus you’re in no way intruding Y/n. I promise. It’s probably much safer to stay here for the night.” Yoongi said.

You chuckled at their odd rise in concern, not understanding why they were so worried when Korea is known for being pretty safe at night. But god you were too tired to argue back.

“If it’s really not a big deal...I don’t mind being a bit more selfish.” you chuckled, giving in.

“You can be as selfish as you want with us my love.” Namjoon assured, guiding you by taking your hand and leading you out the room.

Just before that though, he shot Hoseok a look who pulled out his phone as soon as you were out of ear shot. Taehyung and Jimin stayed behind, bidding you a goodnight before calling in a group of men dressed in all black suits. They were adorned with holsters that held the guns they looked ready to use. They stood still in perfect rows, ready for the orders the three men had to offer. As soon as Hoseok got off the phone he straightened himself up.

“We have an unexpected infestation problem.” Taehyung started off, scoffing with annoyance.

“I’m sure we don’t need to discuss what it is you all need to do.” Jimin added with irritation laced in his voice.

“And boys, make sure all the snakes have been dealt with. If even one of them reaches our precious little bunny, there will be hell to pay.” Hoseok announced before exiting with the other two.

“Yes sir!” the crowd called out before immediately departing out to search the perimeter.

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Pied Piper: Prologue

— Pairing: demon lord! mafia boss! bts x poc! curvy! intern! reader

— Genre: super fluff / poly!au / mafia!au / demon!au / soft yandere!au / soulmate! au

— Status: On Going

— Warnings: quick explanation of the backstory, mentioning of very violent and graphic situations, allusion of depression, somewhat happy ending?

— Word Count: 2.6k

~MASTERPOST~

CHAPTERS: Prev - Next

**AUTHORS NOTE**

This is the revamped version of Sweet Tea and will be officially started once Choco Bun is finished! :) For now, enjoy the prologue!!!!

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Once upon a time, many years ago, demons were not looked at as a mere myth, religious aspect, or even a means to scare children into shape. At least, not like they are today. No, demons were about as common as deer were in the forest and had stirred up unfathomable trouble across the world. The sudden increase in violent activity from them became unsettling amongst the countries and many had taken hefty damage due to it. The smaller less defensive villages and towns ended up becoming completely raided by them; falling prey to their pillaging, slavery, and murder.

Such themes were no surprise to humans, these characteristics having been carried on through generations prior. What was unfortunate was that as a result, all demons got branded vicious, vile, monstrous beings, even if they’re nothing like their fellow kin. What humans were unaware of was that most demons tended to keep to themselves, opting to find amicable relations with humans if possible. But too many demons had made themselves known under the guise of antagonists and the humans saw all demons as such. So, many demons went into hiding, doing their best to blend into society as they had no intention of being harmful like most others. And one of those demons was known as the Pied Piper.

Many millennia ago there was a kingdom that laid sturdy and strong, a vast land filled with lavish greenery, strong soldiers, diligent citizens, and a kind king. It was always peaceful in this domain, a rarity for there to be unsettled discourse amongst the patrons within its borders. You could even argue that they were the epitome of perfection. At least, it would've been for not the sudden raid of rat demons.

It was unforeseen, shocking, and a massive blow to morale. The citizens were terrified, the kingdom was slowly being destroyed each night, and the knights had become worn out by the continuous waves of rat demons. It was like a never ending battle that was going to end in the slow demolishment of such a sanctuary. Just when all hope was lost, a cloaked man appeared before the king, suggesting a trade to rid him of his problem.

The cloaked man had proposed that he would rid the entire kingdom of the rat demons if the king allowed him to stay free of charge within the castle for 7 days and 7 nights as well as 613 gold coins for his services. The king’s council found the offer absolutely ridiculous but the king, who was extremely desperate, did not find any harm in at least allowing the man to try and prove himself. And so, the cloaked man did just that.

He removed his cloak, revealing features almost unreal to the human eye. He followed up by pulling out a long and beautiful pipe, one unlike any other. Putting the instrument to his lips a melody so mesmerizing, so alluring, so captivating began to play. It ceased every rat demon from moving, their immediate goal being to focus on the new figure in sight. With each note played the rats followed after him, unaware of the fate the man was leading them towards.

The citizens were frozen in place, watching in astonishment at how quickly the monsters fell under his spell but more so with how absolutely gorgeous the young man was and how ingenious he was with music. Once the young man had reached the thick of the forest, eventually coming across a vast clearing within the confinements of the woodland area, he made sure all the demon rats had surrounded him in a large crowd. He stopped playing his pipe and with the snap of his finger a massive flame ignited the bodies of each demon. The flames were so hot that they turned black, charring the remains of all around him into nothingness. The young man watched with an expressionless face as the one who seemed to be the leader looked at him with eyes of anger and betrayal, knowing he was as much a demon as himself.

When the job was done, the young man made it back to the kingdom where he was instantly praised for his work. Many had revered him for being the child of god, the one who will save all from the wrath and hatred of demons, the extinguisher of all evil. He was affectionately given the name “Pied Piper” and offered more than what he had asked for. The Pied Piper respectfully declined the additions, kindly only asking for his original request. The king, still feeling as if it wasn’t fair, decided that the Pied Piper at least have a maid be with him at all times to fulfill whatever additional request he’d like if he happens to acquire any.

The king had offered up the prettiest maid on staff, against the wishes of the Pied Piper of course. She was a petite, doll-like woman with pretty green eyes and long luscious hair. She reminded him of a sheep, easy to break and as clueless as a rock. Luckily, with quick thinking the Pied Piper had decided to choose a different maid, one whom he’d admittedly had his eye on. She, like the other woman, held beauty in her own respect, but not just physically, something far deeper than that. The Pied Piper had sensed it since he made his way into the castle and has always kept tabs on her. Now was the ample opportunity to dig deeper behind this mysterious feeling.

The king held no issue in the Pied Piper’s decision, having praised the young woman for being kind hearted, soft spoken, diligent, and an attentive worker. Though the decision seemed to have made all parties content, it was not so with the doll-like maid, a woman who was used to receiving and being pampered at her beck and call. However, she opted to restrain her frustrations, concocting ideas to change the Pied Piper’s mind over the course of his stay.

Unfortunately for her, her promiscuous advances and provocative attempts barely even reached the Pied Piper as it had been made quite clear he had fallen in love with the maid he had chosen. Her tanned skin reminded him of the earth he had travelled, her gorgeous locks framed her cheeks like how the flowers adorn the grass, her rubenesque figure resembled the curvature of the trees he’d seen, her touch was as warm and gentle as the sun’s rays, her eyes were as radiant as the velvety colors of a butterfly, and her smile was sweeter than any wild berry he’d ever tasted. He knew that she was his fated soulmate and he vowed he'd do anything for her.

Their love was unbreakable, true, and fated into countless rebirths throughout time. There was nothing or no one that could take that away from them as they were destined to always find eachother one way or another. But there were some who dared to try, even if it meant plunging the entire planet into chaos as a result.

The doll-like woman did not take too kindly to the Pied Piper ignoring her advances and hated even more that he’d chosen someone she deemed inferior to her as his lover. In a fit of jealous rage, she retaliated by spreading false rumors about both the Pied Piper and his soulmate. She had told everyone that he and his lover had concocted a plan to bring the rat demons into the kingdom, pretending to be a false hero so he can then be lavished with praise, wealth, and fame. Unfortunately, it didn’t take much for people to believe the claims, as more and more individuals proclaimed additional false rumors.

The allegations got so out of hand that most of the kingdom demanded the two be taken into custody, tried, and convicted for their crimes. The Pied Piper and his lover desperately tried to plead to the king that the allegations were false and baseless, no proof whatsoever of their supposed crimes. They even offered to be permanently banished from the kingdom if they really felt it was all true. But the king, a man dedicated to his people, chose to follow the citizens' words against that of the two before him, unfairly skipping a trial and announcing the immediate execution of them both.

The guards instantly grabbed for the maid, brutally beating her into submission as they attempted to arrest her. The Pied Piper, in a state of panic and anger, unleashed his rising black flames, revealing to all around him his true nature. A demon. Everyone began panicking as the wrath of the Pied Piper was unleashed against the guards who dared to lay a hand on his lover. Freeing her from her bondages, the two immediately tried to escape from the kingdom, reaching the outskirts of the forest. Just as all seemed to have been a bit easier for the duo, the unexpected happened.

A loud gunshot rang out, the sharp metallic bullet piercing the heart of the maid as she had instinctively blocked the shot from hitting the Pied Piper. Unbeknownst to them, guards had been stationed in the area the night prior, having already been alerted of the two trying to escape. When one young guard caught sight of them, he decided to try and kill the closests one in his range, the Pied Piper. But what he didn’t realize was that the maid had noticed this and shielded the Pied Piper as a result, bleeding out and eventually dying in the arms of her lover.

The Pied Piper, now holding the soulless carcass of his one true love, had to bear witness to the cheering from the guards for having murdered her. Someone who was innocent, who was kind, who had accepted him with open arms even after discovering his true heritage. They had taken away his salvation and cheered, mocking her even after death.

Within a matter of seconds the sky had turned dark, thick with heavy clouds suffocating the once vast blueness. There were large cracks of thunder and vicious whips of lightning. The wind picked up, slicing into the skin of any who stood in its way and the air chilled to a low degree so quickly it became alarming. The nearby bodies of water raged angrily and both the farm and forest animals shouted out with piercing and disturbing cries. The grass beneath the Pied Piper began to blaken, dying instantaneously from his presence alone. Not long after, the familiar black flames appeared, slowly rising up before setting the soldier ablaze, burning them painfully into nothingness.

As stated earlier, there are some demons who choose to not harm or disturb the humans. Only a select few of them do so. It did not always used to be like this, many humans living amongst demons without even knowing it back in the day. But what started the recent violent tendencies from some demons was the crumble of the hierarchy. The king of the demons had passed without claiming an heir and some demons took that as permission to do whatever they wanted. However, what most demons did not realize was that the previous demon lord, in fact, did have a son, that man being the Pied Piper. The Pied Piper had not felt ready to take the throne and had opted to take a journey of self-discovery first before claiming his rightful place. And it was in that moment of hurtful heartbreak that he finally came into tune with his calling.

It did not take long for countless demons to come to the Pied Piper right then and there. It was like they all instinctively felt the birth of their new king and rushed to him at will. The sudden mass of demons who had appeared struck an unimaginable fear within the kingdom, almost as if they knew they were all going to die. No words were shared between the Pied Piper and the mass of demons. They knew what he wanted and they all instantly followed through with it.

All but the animals were completely annihilated that night. Businesses destroyed, homes demolished, streets painted red, and the air filled with cries and screams of the humans being brutally slaughtered. As the kingdom plunged into chaos, the king, his staff, and the guards were frantically trying to escape. But it was no use, the Pied Piper having trapped the two individuals who had started it all inside the very room the execution was officialized.

They all pleaded with their lives, begging for forgiveness. The Pied Piper held an expression so angry, so filled with rage and hatred that it almost came off as unreadable to any who bore witness to it that day. No words came from the Pied Piper in response to the countless offers and negotiations. No, instead the Pied Piper held up his hand before snapping his fingers. As a result of his actions, the doll-like woman's leg warped and bent with a disturbingly audible crack. The witnesses could hear the disconnection not only from the bone but also the tearing of the muscles inside.

As she screamed in agonizing pain, the Pied Piper snapped his fingers once more, decimating her other leg just as he did to the first. Each time he snapped his fingers, a limb would twist and contort in a way that was irreversible. She would scream and cry and beg, her voice reaching an octave that sent chills down everyone’s spines. Once the Pied Piper had no more limbs to destroy he snapped his fingers one last time until eventually her neck twisted 360 degrees, her head popping off as a result. It was at that moment, all the humans realized that she was being used as a precursor for what would continue to transpire to the rest of them. And they were right.

That night led to a massive impact on humans, one so brutal and violent that it was wiped from history all together. But even so, it could never erase what continued to transpire afterwards. The Pied Piper took to his rightful throne and went on a path of destruction, any human who’d ever thought about trying to hunt him down was immediately murdered on the spot. This went on for a very long time, the Pied Piper sinking into a deeper and more shallow darkness. It was almost as if he died the day he lost his lover and in some ways, he did. But after so many years had passed, something comparable to hope came into the miserable life of the Pied Piper.

An elderly mage offered up a deal to the Pied Piper. She had told him that if he could cease his reign of terror he could be granted a reunion to his lover, one where they would not have to fear being together. All that he had to do was allow himself to enter a deep slumber, one that would separate the 7 core parts of his soul, and then be reborn in a more peaceful and forgiving time. Though the Pied Piper would appear as 7 different individuals upon waking up, he would retain his powers, albeit divided, and the throne would still be his. The Pied Piper had listened carefully to the words before accepting the offer, no longer wanting to live in this hell.

With the sudden violent attacks having ceased since then, the humans lived on throughout the years forgetting the existence of demons all together. No demon had made themselves known like they used to, not in a way that would cause mass panic. The only time demons were mentioned were in fairy tales, religious texts, movies, books, and anything else alike. They’d come in various forms, in different regions, and even be called different things. This was the only way for demons to live in peace amongst the humans, at least until their king would arise once again. Hopefully, sometime in the near future alongside the very person his heart beats for.

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