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Welcome Home: Spoilt

⚬ Pairings: Jimin x Reader ft Hoseok x Reader

⚬ Genre:  Hybrid AU | Romance AU | OT7 AU (eventually) | Fluff | Angst |

⚬ Warnings: Mentions of Death | Mentions of Neglect? | Angst |

⚬ Word Count: 3.6k

⚬ Summary: With you and hobi getting ready to move, Jimin has started isolating himself from you - watching the two of you from afar, as happy as daisies, though as much as he seems to hate your new companion - he can’t help but want to be apart of the family. 

⚬ Author’s Note: This is a repost of the second part of the Welcome Home: Series (as I wanted to change some minor things). I am hoping to post the third part very soon, so please stay tuned. You can find the masterlist for my series HERE. And if you would like to be added to my tag list just let me know. (either in the replies to this post or in an ask)

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“Hobi, I don’t know if this is a good idea.” You say softly to the dark haired hybrid - who stands in the kitchen wrapping your ceramics in newspaper before packing them away in a large cardboard box.

“What do you mean? Why the second thoughts so suddenly? I mean, you already put down your deposit on the house and you said if you were going to live anywhere - you wanted to live somewhere out in the country, somewhere secluded.” He responds, stopping his motions of wrapping up kitchen ware moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I thought this was your dream house.” He adds as he sit besides you.

“I thought so too, but when I told Jimin the other day he just had me second guessing some things.” You respond, looking through the photos of the house on your computer.

It really was your dream house.

It was everything you had dreamed of escaping to when you and your ex-fiancee were still together.

“What do you mean he was making you second guess things?” Hoseok asks as he leans his head lightly on your shoulder, looking at your computer as you continue to flip through the photos.

“I don’t know - he just seemed so upset, so betrayed. It just made me realise how heart broken I would be to have to leave him behind. He was my only friend for four years after I moved here - he was always there for me and now I feel like I’m abandoning him.”

You had told Jimin that you decided to move almost six days ago and you hadn’t seen the sassy cat anywhere in the halls - not even on the steps out the front where you drank you coffee every morning. You were almost certain he was avoiding you, and it had started to make you second guess your decision.

A few days after you had told Jimin, you and Hobi had started to pack up your apartment, and as your furniture started to lessen and the apartment was starting to look more empty, you couldn’t help but wonder why the cat was avoiding you.

“I’m just gonna go sit outside for a bit - I need some fresh air.” You say softly to Hoseok, who nods his hand giving your own a tight squeeze as he watches you leave the apartment. He had noticed your routine over the past few days - you would go outside at the same times everyday and sit on the steps waiting hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimin.

Hoseok was always quick to catch onto things - but even he had to admit it took him a while to notice what you were doing. He had been watching you and the cat hybrid interact for months now and had to admit you two seemed to have a connection he didn’t know about.

He could see it in the way Jimin looked at you when you were focused on something else.

He could see it in the way Jimin would bang on your front door - rushing into your bedroom whenever you woke up screaming in your sleep.

It was easy for Hoseok to be jealous at first, to want to keep the two of you separated - all he wanted was to keep you for himself - but something about Jimin gave you so much joy and comfort that he couldn’t dare seperate the two of you. So everyday he would sit and pack things while you waited outside for the pretty kitty.

You would often sit outside for hours before you would give up - no sign of the feline in sight. He always had a way to break your heart without even meaning too. Today was no different - and after waiting out on the steps watching your most recent Korean drama for more than two hours you were about to get up from your spot on the steps and head inside - when a familiar large yellow blanket was draped over your shoulders.

“You really shouldn’t be waiting outside when it’s so cold. At least put a blanket on before you leave your apartment.” The voice you had been searching for, for days finally said from behind you. It took you no hesitation to spring up from your spot on the steps turning to face the hybrid in shock.

“You came? I honestly didn’t think you would’ve come out here at all.” You say looking over the thinning hybrid. 

Jimin’s hair was a mess on top of his head, his clothes loose around his body and the large bag under his eyes showed he hadn’t been sleeping very well.

“Yeah, well, some of us are busy.” He says, his tone cold as he avoids your eyes turning to look at the ground instead. “Just start taking better care of yourself.” He whispers, moving to walk back to his apartment.

“Why have you been avoiding me Jimin? I thought we were friends?” Jimin’s head turns down to the ground as you question him, not giving him much time to respond before you add. “Do you not want to be friends anymore?” Jimin’s head whips around as he looks at you in disbelief. His mouth opening and closing a few times as he tries to respond.

“How could you say something like that?” He questions you, his eyebrows furrowing in hurt as he takes a step away from you. He looks you over quickly before scowling.

“How can you say something like that when you’re the one leaving.” He spits, his tail flicking furiously behind him as he continues. “You’re the one leaving me behind - So I’m sorry if I’m not feeling up to being buddy buddy with you and that dog... You promised me you would never leave me behind.” He lets out a sigh before spinning on his heel and rushing off to his own apartment.

“Shit.” You huff, pulling Jimin’s yellow blanket around you tighter as your trudge back to your own apartment.

You really have a talent for messing things up.

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“Maybe talking to him is the best idea.” Hoseok says as he watches you pace back and forth in the lounge room. It had been a week since Jimin had exploded at you, and it had really started to bother you. You had told Hoseok later that night what had happened and why you had come back to the apartment so miserable.

“Well, I can see where he’s coming from. I would probably be pretty upset if you were moving away from me too.” He had told you after your repeated what Jimin had yelled at you before he stormed off. You rubbed your faces in frustration before flopping onto the couch with your face against the cushion - before sighing that you had to find a way to make things right or you wouldn’t know how to function anymore.

You had spent the past few days after your first talk with Hoseok trying to find a way to make up with Jimin - to apologise for making him so upset.

“How can I talk to him, if he won’t come anywhere near me?” You question the hybrid who sits besides you patting your head lightly, like you do when he’s as stressed as you are.

“Maybe you should talk to Mrs Park - she might know more.” Hoseok suggests, the idea finally lighting up a fire in you. Mrs Park - Jimin’s owner - was a very kind old lady and had always been extremely happy to see you come around. Maybe if you asked her to help you win Jimin back he would have no choice but to finally talk to you.

“You’re a genius.” You hum, placing a quick peck on Hoseok’s forehead before rushing to grab your keys off the bench exclaiming that you were running to the store to grab something before heading over to Mrs Park’s apartment. Hoseok just nodded as you disappeared from the apartment leaving him a blushing mess of the couch, as he presses soft fingers the the burning spot on his forehead where you had kissed him.

“God damn that girl.”

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Armed with flowers and Mrs Park’s favourite chocolates in hand you knock quickly on her front door - waiting for a few moments before knocking again. It’s another few minutes before you hear rustling behind the door.

“I told you that I’m packing - I still have another wee— Oh, it’s you.” You’re surprised to see Jimin open the door - his frame somehow looking a little smaller than it had a week ago - his hair still a mess on top of his head. “What’re you doing here?” Jimin asks, looking down at the small care package in your hands.

“I thought I should pay Mrs Park a visit - thank her for everything she’s done for me - Is she here?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Is she at a doctors appointment?” You ask - looking behind Jimin at the gloomy apartment. Mrs Park had been in a wheel chair for the past year and never really left her apartment much without Jimin so her not being here wasn’t something you were expecting.

“No.” Jimin answers your question - something was definitely wrong.

“Where is she Jimin?” You ask getting a better look behind him at the empty apartment, two suitcases sitting in the lounge room with Jimin’s clothes spilling out. Jimin steps to the side letting you enter the empty apartment before turning to face you - his face flushed red as he hold back tears.

“She had a stroke two week ago…” He begins, not being able to hold back for much longer as he lets out a soft whine, raising his hands to wipe at the tears on his cheeks. “…She didn’t make it.” He finishes his sentence as you rush forwards wrapping your arms around his neck. He’s quick to wrap his own arms around you letting everything come undone.

“Oh, Jimin.” You coo, patting the hybrids head softly as you try not let your own tears fall.

No wonder he had looked so run down a few days ago.

Mrs Park had gotten Jimin when he was a toddler and had raised him since then - he had practically lost his mother. “It’s going to be alright.” You whisper continuing to rub circles on his back as he tries to calm himself down - his sobs turning into small hiccups. You manage to pull his head from your shoulder as his crying comes to an end wiping the tears off his face softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Have you been living here on your own?” You question him, your sadness growing as he lets out a small nod.

“What was the point in telling you - you’re leaving anyway.” He whispers, taking a step back, pulling his face away from your hands.

“Jimin…What about those suitcases?” You sigh at the cat hybrid, motioning to the two bags sitting in the middle of the empty room.

“Mrs Park’s son is allergic to cats.” He says quickly. “He was taking me to the rescue shelter next week.” He adds, his hands clasping in front of him as he watches your mouth fall open - your anger boiling.

“Are you kidding me? Jimin this is something you’re supposed to tell me. Were you just going to wait until I left and suffer on your own?” You snap at him.

“And what could you have done? Legally her son has ownership of me now - he can do whatever he likes. And don’t worry you and your new best friend can still go live happily ever after in the country - Mr Park said that purebred usually get adopted quickly…people like to have purebreds.” Jimin snaps back his tail flicking behind him - his ears pressed against the top of his head.

“Is that what you want? We both know what people do with purebred hybrids, Jimin. You should’ve told me Jimin. I would’ve been able to do something.” You know that yelling at Jimin isn’t fair but you can’t help it. People could be awful and the future of Jimin being a breeding stud terrified you.

“What would you have done?” Jimin prods taking a few steps towards you - so close that your chests are almost touching.

“I don’t know Jimin…”You pause for a moment trying to ignore the tense feeling in the air. “…I would’ve taken you with me. I would’ve tried to adopt you and take you with me.” You add, your words faltering slightly as Jimin continues to glare down at you - both of your breathing heavily and glaring at each other.

Isn’t it funny how quickly things change.

Jimin hands reach for your face without a moment of hesitation - his lips finding yours just seconds later. You can’t help but let out a groan, as your hands find their way into Jimin’s hair, his hands trailing down your body until they reach your hips - gripping them tightly.

The two of you take small steps back - entwined in each other - until your back hits the front door, Jimin’s hands moving from your hips to grip your thighs tightly, lifting them until the sit tightly around his waist, his body pushing you further against the door.

Jimin lets out a low growl as his lips move away from your own pressing small kisses down the side of you cheek until he reaches the small curve where your jaw and neck meets, his sharp teeth grazing the skin lightly. You press your head back against the door, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a breathy moan - Jimin’s lips moving further down your neck until they press gently against your collar bones. His hands move under your shirt moving gently up and down your sides as he pulls his mouth away looking over you.

“Look at what you do to me.” He whispers, his left hand moving to your cheek to tilt you head down towards his - your eyes opening slowly. His pupils were sharp slits, his hair a mess on top of his head as you run your finger through his white locks. His lips were a bright pink your lipgloss smudged over his lips.

He sends you a small grin with a breathy laugh before leaning forwards and capturing your lips with his once more - this time much softer, the kiss between the two of you seeming to say everything you couldn’t with words. His hands move back to your thighs, gently prying them off his waist so your stand, your feet firm on the ground in front of him. He presses a few more chaste kisses to your lips before parting, pressing his forehead against your own - his eyes tightly closed.

“God…You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He whispers softly, as you finally pull your fingers from his hair moving them to gently stroke his cheeks as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Did you mean what you said?” He questions you quietly, his eyes opening slowly his pupils back into the large circles you were used to his gaze watching you closely as you nod - your breathing still ragged.

“Would you still do it?” He asks you next his fingers drawing small circles into the skin on your hips - his attention focused on a small corner right on the edge. “Would you still take me with you? Would you still adopt me?” He adds his own breath hitching as you nod again.

“In a heartbeat.” You whisper with a small smile that Jimin returns before pressing his lips to yours once more.

“God…I love you so much.”

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“What if this doesn’t work?” You question Jimin, who stands by your side fiddling with his fingers, not looking up from the ground.

“It has to.” He answers quietly, giving you an encouraging smile as you knock on the apartment door in front of you. It only take a few moments before the door swings open, a short stocky man standing in front of you.

“Are you Park Myunghoon?” You question, the man gives a quick nod, looking over Jimin with a snarl. “My name is Y/N, I live down the hall - I was a good friend of Mrs Park and her hybrid Jimin.” You say motioning to the hybrid behind you before turning back to the small man.

“I’ve heard that due to Mrs Park’s unfortunate passing and your allergy to cats that Jimin will be given to a rescue centre to be put up for adoption.” The man seems to smirk at the end of your sentence probably being able to guess where you were going with this.

“Listen Kid, I understand the you want to help your friend but the rescue centre already offered me a thousand for him - and they already have a potential buyer.” He says almost dismissing you, but you take a step forwards, somehow being at eye level with the man.

“I can see you’re a smart man Mr Park, but I just feel like only a thousand is such an injustice. With a feline hybrid with Jimin’s heritage and a purebred ragdoll - which are rare in themselves - only a thousand is a rip off. If you sign the adoption papers today I’m willing the offer you two thousand five hundred for him.” You say quietly trying to bargain with the money hungry side of the man. You words seem to work as he looks between you and the hybrid hesitantly. “I have cash.” That seems to be what gets the man to sigh, reaching his hand out impatiently. Jimin steps forwards with a pen and the papers necessary telling the stubby man where to sign before he tucks them under his arms taking a few steps back.

“Thank you for your business, Mr Park. We hope we won’t be hearing from you anytime soon.” You say handing the man a bulging white envelope - before turning on your heel and ushering Jimin out of the apartment building to your car parked on the curb.

“I can’t believe that worked, it just seemed way too easy.” You huff as you slide into the drivers seat, Jimin sliding into the passenger seat besides you.

“I told you - he’s a shallow man - nothing a bit of cash wouldn’t solve.” Jimin says with a large grin - Mrs Park had left some money in case of emergency in Jimin’s name - ten thousand she left for him - and the poor man was too dumb to find a way out of giving Jimin what he was owed.

“I guess we should break the news to Hobi.” You add, Jimin had put his suitcases in your car two days ago - not ever wanting to have to return to his old apartment after the papers were signed - too many memories, too much lost.

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It’s been two weeks since Jimin joined your small family - Hoseok and Jimin seeming to have an unspoken truce and were seeming to be putting up with each other well. The day you broke the news to Hoseok he seemed surprised, he had no idea what the two of you had been planning and the surprise addition to the family made him a bit uneasy.

You didn’t blame him.

He had only been with you for a few months himself but you had already begun changing everything - adding more people, moving house things were a bit hectic for the adjusting hybrid.  He had sulked for a few days but came around eventually when Jimin proved himself to be handy around the home, as much as he liked to follow hoseok around and knock things over.

Jimin’s new favourite past time has become annoying Hobi as much as possible. His favourite way seemed to be by being overly affectionate with you. Almost all day Jimin would stand besides you with his hand in yours, his head nuzzling into your neck - a small grin sprouting as Hoseok lets out a scoff.

It doesn’t take long for Hoseok to finally snap, sneaking into your bedroom one night when Jimin is showering.

“Why aren’t you that affectionate with me?” He spits out, as he looks at you reading your latest fantasy series cuddled under your blanket.

“What do you mean?” Your quick to ask placing the book besides you as you sit up further looking at Hoseok in concern.

“You and Jimin cuddle and hold hands all the time, I even saw him try to kiss you the other day.” He responds, throwing his hands up in defeat when you still don’t seem to understand his words. “Why don’t you do that with me…I want to cuddle and hold hands, but you always seems so awkward around me - like you don’t like being near me.” He finally says and you sputter a little trying to hold in a shocked laugh.

“Hobi, you know that’s not true - I love being around you.” You chuckle watching as the boy pouts moving to sit at the end of your bed.  “You probably think I’m being awkward cause I don’t want to push you to do something that might make your uncomfortable. I would love to be more affectionate with you, I just want to be sure if that’s what you want too.” You explain and Hoseok seems to relax a little bit, moving closer to you on the bed, taking your hands in his, as his thumbs rub small circles into your palms. 

“Have you and Jimin kissed before?” He asks softly, not looking away from your palms not even as you choke on the air your breathing in. You nod slowly as you take in deep breaths. 

“Then you have to give me one too.” He says his pout returning on his lips, al you can do is roll your eyes, a small grin spreading across your face as Jimin saunters into the room his torso bare as his towel is wrapped around his waist.

You sigh ignoring the scandalous feline before leaning forwards and pressing a chaste kiss on Hoseok lips, pulling away with a raised brow.

“Happy?” You ask, Hoseok nodding furiously in response.

“Anyway big boy.” Jimin whispers as he leans over besides Hoseok, “We’ve done much more than just a little kiss.” Jimin teases as he walks back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand leaving you shaking your head and denying his claim.

“He’s lying.” You spit out glaring at the bathroom door, not noticing how Hobi’s ears flatten against his head.

“It’s offical…I’m going to kill him.”

“Hobi, No.”

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