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angelicyoongie · 4 years ago

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desolate (12)

— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so, you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.

— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x human reader

— genre: angst, fluff, smut

— word count: 5.1k

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”Cat hybrid?” You squeak.

”Yes. Forgive me for not knowing his name–“ Mr. Yang pauses, looking at you expectantly. Yoongi’s name tumbles out of your lips before you can stop yourself, your co-worker’s kind face making it hard to keep your guard up. And if Mr. Yang is really the one who orchestrated the breaches, shouldn’t that be enough to trust him?

“–Yoongi, I see. It was Ki-woo that alerted me about him,” Mr. Yang nods his head in the hybrid’s direction, “He picked up Yoongi’s scent once when he came up to fix Jihyo’s computer a while back, but he couldn’t quite figure out why it was so familiar.”

“While I must say I was surprised to learn that you had a cat hybrid’s scent lingering on you when you hadn’t adopted one, it made more sense once Ki-woo realized where he had smelled him before,” Mr. Yang says, a sad smile forming on his lips.

“You see .. Ki-woo’s old owner was a police officer. And a corrupt one at that,” Ki-woo hangs his head, his long hair falling forward to hide his face as your gaze flickers uncertainly back and fourth between the two men. “Ki-woo was forced to join as his hybrid companion, and I’m sure you’re aware of how that usually turns out.”

Your heart sinks.

You are. You’ve assisted multiple cases like Ki-woo’s before. Sadly, it’s all too common that the police officers that don’t care much for their hybrids force them to become their companions – which is honestly just a glorified term for a human shield. You’ve lost count over how many hybrids you have had to defend from their owners who believed that it was the hybrid’s job to protect them and risk their life for them. The blatant disrespect they have for other people’s life makes your stomach turn. There are of course always a few officers who treat their hybrids as partners and not companions, but those are too far and few in between. The fact that Ki-woo got a bad one doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, and that’s a horrifying thought.

“Ki-woo assisted him on multiple aspects of the job, but especially when it came to well.. losing evidence,” Mr. Yang sighs.

“A hybrid never forgets a s-scent, and that’s why I was so s-shocked when I realized that I could recognize the s-smell on your things,” Ki-woo glances up at you nervously, tongue quickly swiping over his lips. ”The last time I had s-smelled that was when I was helping my old owner burn a box of evidence for a murder case. I couldn’t figure out why that s-scent would be lingering on anything after s-so many years, but it would make s-sense if they were .. related.”

So, Yoongi must share the same scent as his mom, or at least a part of it. “But that all happened so long ago, and you don’t look that much older than me?”

Ki-woo swallows hard. “I’m not. I s-started working as a companion when I was fifteen.” That makes your blood boil. If he had been forced into such a dangerous and terrible position while he was still a child – you really don’t want to know what his life outside of work looked like. You can’t imagine he was taken good care of.

“I’m sorry,” You say. While it can’t do anything to change what has already happened, it still needs to be said. Someoneneeds to say it. Ki-woo gives you a small nod in return.

“But why do all of this? What do you gain from it?” You turn your attention back to Mr. Yang, the older man resting against the edge of a nearby desk.

“Justice,” He says. “There are too many cases that get swept under the rug and forgotten, and the hybrids involved deserved better. They deserve that someone cares.”

“Luckily we aren’t the only ones who think that. Social media has been a big help when it comes to demanding retrials – there’s strength in numbers, and it’s amazing how just a little heat can make someone slip up and expose something they were supposed to keep quiet about,” You find yourself nodding along to Mr. Yang’s words. There had been a significant surge in retrials for hybrids over the last couple of years, and most got ruled in favour of the hybrid the second time. To think that your own co-worker was behind all of that ..

“It can’t be just you two?”

The wrinkles around Mr. Yang’s eyes deepen as he chuckles. “Goodness no, we’re a big organization. But myself and Ki-woo have been involved for a long time.” That makes sense. They seem to know what they’re doing if your boss, or anyone else for that matter, hasn’t caught on to them yet.

“It was just a pure coincidence that the case of Yoongi’s relative was picked along with the others – they were chosen long before Ki-woo even smelled him on your things. But seeing as you’re here, I’m guessing you have some information that might be valuable to the case?” Mr. Yang watches you carefully, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

You’ve already come to the conclusion that you can’t help Yoongi alone. You have no power, no connections – but it seems like Mr. Yang and Ki-woo’s organization certainty has those. It can’t hurt to try.

“The cat hybrid was Yoongi’s mom,” You pause, the next words balling up at the tip of your tongue. Saying it out loud would make it real, so don’t– “and my old neighbour.” Surprise flickers across Mr. Yang’s face, but it seems to pass just as quickly, his face schooled back into a gentle encouraging smile.

“Mr. Park sold him off when he was young, and he didn’t even know his mom had passed away until he saw the news report. I had no idea that the neighbour’s cat was actually a hybrid either, I never saw her shifted,” You slowly dig your hands into your thighs, welcoming the burn as you rush through your next word, “I was eight, I didn’t know any better – I just thought his cat had suddenly passed away. I-I helped him .. bury her.”

A sudden hush falls over the room after your confession, your eyes glued to the floor. Does this make you a murderer too? What if they don’t want to help Yoongi now? Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything–

“Y/n,” Mr. Yang’s voice is firm, and you feel yourself shrink automatically, your shoulders nearly touching your ears. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it wasn’t your fault. Like you said, you were eight. You were a child; you didn’t know what was truly going on. You’re not to blame for anything.”

You let out a shuddering sigh, blinking furiously to remove the tears clouding your vision. You’re not sure you fully believe him, but it’s still comforting to hear. It gives you the chance to at least pretend Yoongi won’t loathe you completely once you tell him.

“I don’t really know if our connections to the case is any help but he’s – we’re desperate to do something. I want to help him, but there’s not much I can do on my own,” You confess.

“Based on what you just told me, I believe we might already have everything we need to make a strong case against Mr. Park,” Your eyes snap up to meet Mr. Yang’s, your hopeful heart almost skipping a beat.

“Really?” He nods.

“Of course, we would still need to gather more evidence – but if you can act as a witness and point out where it happened, that would help the case tremendously,” Mr. Yang says. “We also need to prove that Mr. Yang sold hybrids illegally, and so if Yoongi wants, then his testimony would also be a big help.”

“I’ll .. ask him,” You know Yoongi will do it, but that’s what worries you. If he chooses to testify in court, his old owner will be alerted about it. You have no doubt that he’ll show up to claim Yoongi back, and then he’ll have no choice but to leave. And if Yoongi has escaped once, then his old owner will probably make sure that won’t happen again. You swallow down the bile that’s building up in your throat. Even though the idea scares you to bits, it’s not your decision to make.

“Good,” Mr. Yang smiles. Your gaze flickers back to Ki-woo, the hybrid already frowning before you meet his gaze. Crap. He can probably smell how upset you are.

“What kind of hybrid are you?” You blurt out, desperate to shift his attention over to something else. “You don’t really have any obvious characteristics.”

“Oh um, that’s kind of the point, it makes it easier to blend in,” Ki-woo grimaces. “I’m a lizard hybrid.” That at least explains why he had what looked like scales on his neck, and why he was so cold, but .. “Your tail?” You trail off, gesturing to his very empty back.

“I s-shed it,” His words makes your eyes grow wide. He does what?

“It doesn’t hurt,” He quickly adds, “Well. Not that much at least. But it just makes it easier to pass as human. I suppose I’m luckier than most hybrids in that regard,” He shrugs, but you can tell from the heavy weight he seems to have on his shoulders that it affects him more than he likes to let on.

“Ki-woo’s a free hybrid,” Mr. Yang supplies, “It was a long and difficult process to make it happen, but that’s what our organization is here for.” An ownerless hybrid. It’s honestly a very recent concept; the first free hybrid won his rights less than a decade ago.

The process is tedious and expensive, and most owners aren’t willing to go through it. After all, that would make their hybrids seem human, which the vast majority still believes they aren’t. Pets, were the term you most often heard when owners talked about their hybrids. We got a new pet. But it’s all just an easy excuse to tell themselves so that their abuse doesn’t seem as horrible.

“That’s amazing,” You say. You can’t help but think about Yoongi. How badly he deserves to be his own person, and to not be constantly hunted by his own past. Seeing a hybrid in the flesh that is actually ownerless just makes it more real, more doable, and there’s suddenly nothing you would like more than to make it happen for him. You will make it happen.

Mr. Yang nods, a thoughtful smile on his face. “I think it’s time for you to go home, Y/n. I believe you have quite a few things you need to discuss.”

“I’ll do it,” Yoongi says, his sharp eyes leaving no room for argument. You had barely even managed to finish your explanation before he agreed to testify.

“Yoongi ..” You mumble, your fingers picking nervously at the hem of your shirt. “What if he shows up? I can’t stop him from taking you back.”

Yoongi open his mouth just to shut it again, the muscles in his jaw working as his gaze flickers around the living room. He finally sighs, his dark cat ears pressing flat against his head as he says, “Then let him take me.”

“What?” You stare at him in disbelief, your heartbeat stuttering painfully in your chest. “Do you really mean that?”

Yoongi swallows hard, the skin around his thumb picked raw. “Yeah. As long as I can lock that fucker away, I don’t care what happens to me.” You bite down hard on your lip to keep quiet. You want to protest – want to beg him to reconsider and stay here with you, where he’s safe. But you can tell his mind is already set, and you can’t let your own selfish needs come before Yoongi’s wishes. And even if you begged, you doubt he’ll want to stay with you for much longer anyway. Tell him, an insistent voice in the back of your mind whispers. Tell him.

So you do.

“There’s something else,” You wince, “something you need to know.” As if Yoongi can sense your hesitation, he reaches forward to grab your hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“Take you time kitten.” Yoongi could’ve just as well punched you straight in the gut, the term of endearment making your eyes burn. I don’t deserve you.

“I didn’t realize until yesterday, I had no idea any of this was going on until we saw the news report but .. do you remember the cat I told you about? Fluffball, my neighbour’s old cat that you reminded me so much of?” Yoongi nods, his head tilted in confusion as you draw in a shaking breath.

“My old neighbour was Mr. Park,” Yoongi’s hand tightens painfully around yours, your fingers growing white from the pressure, “And Fluffball, the cat that suddenly got sick and passed away, was .. your mom.” Your voice is barely above a whispers as you get to the last word, but you have no doubt that Yoongi hears you clear as day, the stricken expression on his face telling you everything.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi snatches his hand away as if he’s been burned; the sudden rush of blood reaching your fingertips making your hand throb as you pull it back into your lap. “I never saw any other cats around his home, and there was never any others after we buried her.”

“We?” Yoongi’s tail shoots up behind his back, his narrowed gaze pinning you to the couch, “What do you mean, ‘we’?”

“Not like that!” You blurt, horrified at your own poor choice of words. “I didn’t know she was a hybrid, I just thought she was a cat! I adored her, and I guess Mr. Park knew I was too young to know that something was off, so he let me hold a funeral for her when she passed,” You can’t bear to lift your gaze from your lap, even as the silence beings to stretch on. You can’t stomach to see the hatred you’re sure is plastered all over Yoongi’s face. “I really didn’t know, I’m so sorry,” You whisper.

“Why are you telling me this?” Yoongi says, his voice strained.

“Because I’ll need to testify as a witness. And I thought you deserved to hear it first,” You shove your trembling hands between your crossed legs, holding on to the fabric of your jeans for dear life.

“I .. I need some time alone,” Yoongi’s voice is bordering on a hiss as he gets off the couch. You don’t dare to look up until you hear your bedroom door slam shut, the sound echoing inside your small apartment.

It’s been a week, and you can still count on two hands how many times you’ve seen him. Yoongi hardly spends time in the same room as you, and if he does, it’s mostly just to grumble out a flimsy excuse before he leaves. You didn’t even realize just how well Yoongi had ingrained himself into your life before he began to pull away, the empty spaces left behind now more prominent than ever. Eating alone feels like a chore, and not even the mindless TV chatter in the background can fill the silence Yoongi’s mellow voice used to occupy. You don’t think you’ve ever slept so poorly before either, the lack of extra warmth and strong arms around your waist leaves you tossing and turning in bed all night. What makes it all feel even worse is knowing that Yoongi is in the next room over, that he’s so close, but also so far away at the same time. Yoongi asked for time, and that’s what you’re giving him, but hurts.

It hurts that it feels like he’s slowly distancing himself from you more and more with each passing day, and it hurts to know that it’s all your own fault. That you maybe could’ve saved him some of his suffering if you had paid a little more attention when you were younger. You can’t help but wonder if he regrets spending his rut with you, if he regrets ever stepping foot inside your apartment. If he wants to leave. And even if the thought makes your chest tighten – can you really blame him?

No.

But at the same time, you can’t help but hope that he’ll stay. Even if it’s selfish.

“Still nothing?” Jihyo asks carefully, her warm eyes peeking at you over her computer screen. It had actually been Mr. Yang’s suggestion to involve Jihyo, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. If you didn’t have Jihyo to talk to, you probably would’ve exploded by now. Not only that, but you felt it was right to include her, especially when it was one of her old cases were broadcasted alongside Mr. Park’s.

You shake your head, your gaze moving back to rest on the unfinished document in front of you. Work has been hard to focus on with everything going on, and after your talk with Mr. Yang, it has all started to feel a little hopeless. Apparently the hits have never been random – no, the organization Mr. Yang is apart of apparently only targets firm that have purposefully foiled certain cases for monetary gain.

In other words, your boss has been in cahoots with officials to make sure that the cases that would soil either their own or their acquaintances’ names would fail, and that the represented hybrid would lose. Jihyo’s case was about a high standing member of your city that abused his hybrid, and the case was bulletproof – a sure win. At least it had been, up until your boss had to give it the final approval before send off. You suppose it makes sense now why the hybrid lost the case, if you boss was paid to make it happen.

You sigh, running your hands down your face in frustration. You’ve already given your statement to the lawyer and the police officer in charge for Mr. Park’s case, and both you and Yoongi have been chosen to testify in court. It seems like Mr. Yang managed to pull some strings and make sure Yoongi’s owner won’t be alerted until the day of the trial, so the only thing you can do is hope he won’t have time to show up to claim him back. So right now, the only thing you can do is wait. Wait to see if Yoongi is ever going to speak to you again, and wait for the trial to begin. Thankfully you’ll only have to deal with all of this uncertainty for another week; both you and Yoongi’s testimonies made sure they would have enough evidence to bring the case to trial much quicker than normal.

Your boss’ raised voice shakes you out of your thoughts, and you sink down so low in your seat that your butt is nearly touching the floor he stalks past your cluster of desks. You wearily watch his back until he enters his office, only getting back up when the door clicks shut and you deem it safe enough that he won’t suddenly pop back out. Your boss has been on edge ever since the news about the cases broke, but you’re pretty certain he’s more nervous about his own illegal involvement rather than the company being under fire for getting its systems breached. Logically you know that there isn’t anything tying you to the hacked cases, and it’s not like you’re the one who did it either, but still – even just your talk with Mr. Yang and Ki-woo is enough to keep the anxiousness festering in your stomach alive.

You do have something to hide after all, and you’re sure your boss won’t take too kindly to the fact that you’re the reason an old case he made sure would fail is getting a re-trial. Therefore, you’ve decided to stay out of his sight as much as possible, even just as a precaution. You rest your chin in your palm, eyes moving back to your screen only to read the same sentence over and over again. You have a feeling it’s going to be a long week.

You thrum your fingers nervously along the edge of your chair, praying that the small breakfast you had managed to force down earlier in the morning won’t make a surprise visit. You can feel someone glaring at the back of your head, obviously annoyed at the rhythmic tapping you’re making, but you can’t stop. At least if you’re moving them you can’t feel how badly they’re shaking.

You scramble to your feet as the judge enters the room, the sound getting sucked out of the room as he takes his place in front of the rest of the court. As the judge motions for everyone to take their places, you can’t help how your eyes stray to the opposite side of the room as you take your seat. The attorney’s assistant is whispering something under her breath, one of Yoongi’s ears turned in her direction while his gaze is fixed on the judge. His tail is curled around his waist, Yoongi’s pale hands running soothingly over his own dark fur.

You didn’t even get to wish him luck this morning; you had only managed to catch a glimpse of the door swinging closed behind him as Mr. Yang picked him up. Your co-worker had insisted on bringing him earlier to the courthouse to go through some of the details of the case, and you weren’t needed until the trial began. You allow yourself to look at Yoongi for another second, soaking in as much of his appearance as possible. This is the longest you’ve been able to look at him in the last two weeks. You swallow thickly as the judge clears his throat, the hollow ache in your chest leaving you feeling numb as you turn your attention to the officials in front of the room.

"We are here for the case of Mr. Park Geunho who is accused of the murder of his female cat hybrid Yoonsook, as well as illegal hybrid breeding and trading,” The judge motions for the guard to open a nearby door. The first thing that hits you is how much your neighbour has aged since you last saw him.

Your family moved away from your old neighbourhood a few years after what happened to Yoongi’s mom, and you haven’t seen him in the flesh since then. Despite his haggard appearance, there’s still that same animosity burning in his eyes as they swipe across the room. You see how his gaze lingers on Yoongi, a flicker of recognition passing over his face before he moves on. I often heard that I looked like my mom, Yoongi’s voice whispers in the back of your mind. Mr. Park’s eyes don’t seem to notice you however, but then, why would he? You were eight then, and a grown woman now. And you’re honestly thankful he doesn’t. Even just another ten minutes without those harsh eyes staring at you is more than fine.

The case passes by in a blur. Even though you’re sure you’re going to faint when you’re asked to give your testimony, you manage to get through it without too much stuttering. You don’t dare to turn to look at Mr. Park as you stand in front of the court, your eyes locked firmly on to the judge as you answer any questions thrown your way. But, you don’t need to look to feel the contempt radiating off him from across the room.

“Well done,” Mr. Yang mutters under his breath once you’re done, your co-worker having found a free seat next to yours. He wasn’t present at the beginning of the trial, but you suppose he must’ve been busy with something important. You give him a faint smile in return, your hands clasped firmly in your lap. You hoped that some of your nervousness would disappear once you were done, but as your heartbeat starts hammering away in your chest as Yoongi stands, you realize that maybe it weren’t yourself you were worried about.

Yoongi carries himself so confidently up to the stand that you almost would’ve believed that he wasn’t nervous if you didn’t know him any better. But you do. So, you notice how his ears seem to twitch around more than normal – how his fingers are digging into the wooden table in front of him. You see the back of Yoongi’s head turn slightly in Mr. Park’s direction, and you’re sure their eyes must have met by how Yoongi’s hands suddenly grow white and strained. He seems to be doing his best to keep his tail under control, you’re sure it would normally be trashing wildly by now. But instead, the tip of his tail only does a few agitated flicks before he turns his attention back to the officials in front of him.

Yoongi does really well. Not that you ever expected anything less, but it still amazes you how collected and calm he sounds when you know he must be dying to tear into Mr. Park. Yoongi tells the court about what he can remember of short time at Mr. Park’s, and how he was forcibly separated from his mom to leave with an unknown man. There are some details he’s never told you about before, and you can feel your anger steadily rising as he recounts them. It’s hard to gauge which party the court may be leaning in favour for, their blank expressions not really saying much, but you swear you see a flash of irritation crossing the judge’s face as Mr. Park’s lawyer tries to rebut something Yoongi says.

You let out a small sigh of relief as Yoongi is told to return to his seat – happy that he hopefully won’t have to face Mr. Park for much longer. Mr. Park’s face grows more and more aggravated as the trial goes on, obviously not pleased with the direction it seems to be going in. It feels like you’ve been stuck in the courtroom for days when the judge finally clears his throat, “The court will take a moment to discuss the final verdict, you may stay seated until we return shortly.”

You don’t dare to even move a muscle, too scared that even the tiniest movement will somehow affect the outcome of the trial. You hold your breath as the court finally returns, eyes glued to the judge as he takes his seat.

“Based on the overwhelming amount of evidence that has been presented to us here today, there is no doubt that the accused is–“ The judge moves his gaze to Mr. Park, “–guilty. Mr. Park Geunho, you are hereby sentenced to life in prison for the murder of the cat hybrid Yoonsook. In addition, you will be fined a hundred thousand dollars for illegal hybrid breeding and trading–“ The judge’s voice cuts off as the door to the court room slams open.

“Wait!” A hoarse voice calls out. You whip around in your seat to find an older man stomping through the room, his gaze seemingly locked onto .. Yoongi. Your stomach drops at the same time Yoongi seems to realize what’s going on, his panicked eyes finding yours. His owner.

You’re already half-way out of your seat when Mr. Yang grabs your arm, the sudden resistance making you stumble back into the chair.

“Not yet,” He shakes his head at your confused look, grip tightening to make sure you won’t move.

Yoongi’s owner stops near the front of the room, directly in front of the judge. He has a nasty scowl on his face as he gestures over to Yoongi, his fingers shaking, “Whatever he just told you is invalid! He’s my hybrid, and he can’t speak without his legal guardian by his side.” The man seethes.

“That little fucker ran away, I’ve been trying to track him down for months! If anything you should be punishing him for disobeying his owner.” No, no, no. Your hands are clammy with sweat, torn between staying put like Mr. Yang told you to, and the need to get up to knock Yoongi’s owner flat on his ass for daring to speak about Yoongi like that.

“Silence,” The judge’s voice cuts through the room, the expression on his face unfazed. Oh god, does this mean this happens a lot? Can he claim him back and turn his testimony invalid just like that? Your work ends when you hand in your files, so you have no idea about what actually happens when the cases go to trial. You’re regretting that a lot right now.

“You’re Mr. Min’s owner?” The man nods, still with a nasty curl on his lips. “So I take it you bought him from Mr. Park Geunho?” The judge asks.

The man puffs his chest out, as if it question is something to be proud of. “Sure did! So if you don’t mind, I’ll take my hybrid now and–“ The man takes a few steps towards Yoongi, the cat hybrid pressing himself back against his chair with a loud hiss as the outstretched hand in front of him comes closer.

“But I do mind.”

“What?” Yoongi’s owner spins back around, a dumbfounded expression on his face. “But he’s mine?”

“Not anymore, he isn’t,” The judge gestures for one of the guards to bring Yoongi’s owner the sheet of paper he had been looking at earlier, “As I was saying earlier, Mr. Park, you are not only found guilty of murder, but you will also be fined a hundred thousand dollars for illegal hybrid breeding and trading. This means that you will provide a list over all the hybrids you have sold, so that their ownerships can be nullified.”

“Once the ownerships are lifted, the buyers will be investigated for partaking in illegal activities.”

You turn to Mr. Yang with wide eyes, the older man releasing your arm with a kind pat. “Told you to wait,” He gives you a smug smile.

Yoongi’s owner takes an unsure step backwards, the scowl slipping on his face. “And that list seems to include you. Actually since you’re already here, you might as well sign those papers. I’ll make sure we’ll get it processed right away,” The judge motions for the guard to grab Yoongi’s owner, the man sputtering out excuses as he’s dragged into an adjacent room.

“Well then, I suppose there’s nothing more to say. Court dismissed.” The judge rises to his feet to leave the room, but pauses as his eyes find Yoongi, a brief smile grazing his lips, “Oh right! Mr. Min, if you would so kindly spare me a few minutes to meet in the next room over, we’ll discuss the nullification of your ownership –”

“With immediate effect, of course.”

- - - - Oh no .. Yoongi is now ownerless .. Whatever will y/n do ..

(Also I promise the angst will stop in the next chapter. Probably) And I know courts and trials don't work like this but it's fiction baby!! Also; Mr. Yang and Ki-woo best boys who only wants to help, and a few of you actually guessed what Ki-woo was very early haha! As always, i hope you’re all well and my inbox is always open if you want to chat about the story or just fics or life in general! See you all soon! In case you maybe enjoy my stories and want to buy me a coffee, you can do so here! 💖

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vanillaknj · 4 years ago

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best friend — jeon jungkook

includes — sub!jungkook, dom!reader, f!reader, pegging, very slight bondage, mommy kink, best friend au, very sweet aftercare, confessions, etc.

a/n — happy birthday jungkook!! i have been an army for 267 days so far, and hopefully more are to come. i’m super proud of you, and i hope you had an amazing birthday 🥺 also, i was tempted to title this junglebook instead of jungkook- but anyway, it’s 1.6k words of pegging jungkook with that sweet, sweet aftercare. enjoy!

a/n — please excuse all spelling mistakes!!

“i want you to peg me.”

jungkook’s eyes widened at his own words. he realized the boldness of his words. his cheeks heat and redden, and he avoids your surprised eyes.

“i mean, you’re my best friend and i trust you with my life and you’ve been there for me for a long time and you’re the only person i trust to do this because-“ he rambles until you stop him with a small laugh.

“koo, it’s okay, slow down. you want me to peg you?” you ask, and he nods slowly. he’s known of you being dominant, and though he hates to admit it, he constantly finds himself wanting to be under you and he wants to be the one emitting the noises that he hears coming from your bedroom at least once a week.

“are you sure? i’m not going to do anything you’re unsure about.” you murmur and place a hand on his thigh, right above his knee. jungkook wasn’t a virgin by any means, he’s had his one night stands, as well as his relationships. but, he’s never had the chance to be taken care of or submissive in any situation, so he hoped you’d take on that role, being his best friend and all.

“yes, i’m sure. i want it to be you for my first time with ‘it’.” he whispers shyly. you give him a firm nod. “strip for me, then.” you order, and for a moment he forgot that the both of you were in your bedroom, and he gives a shy smile when he realizes. he stands up from your bed and follows your order. he’s clearly trying to tease as he slowly peels the shirt off of him and letting it fall to the floor.

he does the same with his loose joggers that hang low on his waist. he stops at his briefs, looking down and a bit embarrassed that you’ve barely even touched him and he’s so obviously affected by your minimal touch. “briefs too, koo.” you whisper, crossing to legs and reaching out to trace his obvious bulge with the tip of your finger. he whimpers cutely, flinching back a bit at the sensitive feeling.

he tugs off the briefs too, and uses his hands to cover himself. “you’re so adorable, kook.” you tease. “lay down for me?” you ask, standing up yourself so you can swap places. he instantly does what you say. “good boy.” you praise, pulling out a box from under your bed.

you give him a chance to peak and his eyes widen at all of the toys inside. as you’re tumbling through the box, he clears his throat and speaks up. “can we…. can we use the ribbon, too?” he asks, referring to the bright red ribbon in the box. you’re surprised for a moment before your mouth tugs up in a smirk.

“of course, baby boy. anything else?” you ask. he shakes his head no and reluctantly moves his hands away from covering himself and to his chest. you tug the ribbon from the box, and skillfully wrap it around his wrists and tie a small bow.

he clenches his thighs together as he tries to hide himself. “relax, baby.” you whisper, and he calms down a bit, keeping his legs down. “what would you like your safe word to be?” you ask, adjusting the harness on the strap-on you’d use. “um, blueberry?” he suggests. “that’ll work.” you shrug, stripping yourself of your own clothes. he has a look of adoration in his eyes as he watches you, doing his best to keep his cheeks from heating up.

you keep yourself in your simple underwear, pulling a small bottle of lube from the box as well. you pop the cap, and pour a good amount on to your fingers. “ready?” you ask, caressing the skin of his hips. “yes please.” he confirms.

you push his hips up a bit, and he raises his legs too. he feels a lubed finger press at his entrance, and he jolts a bit. your unoccupied hands clasped with his to calm him a bit. you push your finger in slowly, easing him into it. his eyes flutter shut slowly at the feeling. you continue your ministrations a few times, and you smile a bit when you hear him moan. you add another finger and pick up the pace a bit. “feeling good, kook?” you check in, and he nods his head quickly, fists balling as they sit cutely on his chest. “s-so good.” he whispers, subconsciously pushing his hips back onto your fingers. he jolts and squirms suddenly when he feels your fingers brush over something inside of him. “t-there! please, again!” he whines out.

teasingly, you scissor your fingers a few times, and you know you’ve touched it again when he jolts and let out a sultry moan. “hey!” he whines when you abruptly pull out your fingers. his protests are stopped when he sees you adjust the harness of the strap on your waist.

“you can still back out koo, i want you to be as comfortable as possible.” you tell him, standing in front of his hips. “y-yes. i still want to do it.” he nods, giving you a small smile to show he meant it.

you pull his hips towards the edge of the bed, and line up the toy with his rim. he feels it prod against his entrance, and whines, wanting you to hurry up. it comes quick enough though, because before long he feels the toy push past the right ring of muscle and enter him slowly. it feels weird at first, and he’s not used to it, but as you move bottom out, it goes away.

you push in and out a few times, and he moans as it starts to feel good for him. small whines are falling from his lips, and you pick up the pace and move faster and faster with each thrust. his sensitivity is through the roof, and it’s not long before he’s a panting and moaning mess underneath you.

his hips are pushing against yours as well, trying to get all the friction he can. “m-mommy…” he whimpers out, head falling back into the pillows. you smile down at him upon hearing the title. he opens his eyes momentarily but hey they only roll back as you go faster. he’s reduced to babbles of ‘mommy’ and whimpers. “s-so good-“ he whimpers out, chewing on his bottom lip trying to suppress his sounds.

“mm, baby, i wanna hear you,” you comment, delivering a particularly sharp thrust to his prostate. his mouth parts at that, moaning loudly in response.

your hand that wasn’t holding up one of his legs was curling around his cock, “s-sensitive!” he cries out, though he doesn’t try and pull away from the feeling. “are you getting close kookie? gonna cum for mommy and make a mess?” you ask, timing your hand with your thrusts.

“y-yes mommy,” he breathes. “g-gonna cum for you.” he says and his breathing increases, and his hands are clenching and unclenching around nothing. “c-cum- mommy…!” he struggles with his words and his back arches off the bed. his eyes roll as he cums and makes a mess on his tummy. eventually, you slow your movements and pull out of him slowly.

you untie the ribbon from his wrists. and take off the strap on. you make a mental note to clean it later, and put the ribbon back in the box and close it and slide it back to its hiding place. you waste no time in cleaning him up, you’re about to leave to get him a glass of water, but his arms hook around your waist. “koo, i’m just going to get you some water. will you be okay for a few seconds?” you ask, raking your fingers comfortingly through his hair. he groans but reluctantly removes his arms from your waist.

you speed walk towards the kitchen and grab a bottle of water, and go back to him. you get under the covers with him and he instantly clings to you. he allows you to help him drink the water, and goes back to cuddling you when you’re finished. “are you okay, koo? wanna go back to your room?” you ask, kissing his forehead. “no!” he answers quickly. “i mean, no, i’d like to stay in here…” he whispers, cheeks reddening. “you’re cute, koo.” you comment.

“can we talk?” he asks, fiddling with a thread on your underwear. “always, koo.” you murmur comfortingly. “well, i’m glad that you were the one to do… that, but i have something to tell you, but i don’t know how you’re going to take it.” he admits. you nod along to what he’s saying. “i like you, and probably even love you. but, i don’t wanna be a one night stand. i like it when you take care of me, and i wanna be able to cuddle you without being just friends. i wanna go on dates with you. i wanna kiss you and hug you i-“ he rambles in, but you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“i love you too, jeon jungkook. you will never be just a one night stand to me and i wanna do those things with you too. i didn’t think you felt the same, so i had all those one night stands to distract myself, which was admittedly hard since we’re roommates.” he smiles his signature bunny smile at you. “i love you.” he whispers again. “i love you too.”

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nomimits7 · 5 years ago

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Isolation Drabble 15

Title: Isolation

Genre: Just some random drabbles

Warnings: emotional shit… oops

Paring: BTS x reader

A/N: I am so sorry, this is trash and I don’t know if I even like this. I had a shit day and through writing was a smart idea… it wasn’t

#14

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You had to be out of your damn mind. First you give permission to seven extremely attractive men. Then you allow Hoseok to be the first man of said seven to kiss, more like devour you the very next morning. And a whopping 4 hours later the two oldest boys have you Cumming as fast as a high schooler. What the hell is wrong with you?

And if that wasn’t bad enough, all of the remaining boys heard your confession of your long dry spell, and you kind of have the feeling they watched Yoongi finger fuck you while Seokjin tried milking non-existing milk out of your breasts. After that hug you took a very long, and much needed cold shower and now you were hiding in your room.

Well, technically you had assignments to work on. But staring at a blank word document for 20 minutes does not exactly count as progress. Clearly your mind was not thinking of the links between genus Homo and some other unpronounceable name. At least you were alone now can somehow that made you feel even worse. What did they see in you that made them so eager in messing around with you?

You were not pretty. You did not have a model like body. gosh, the heritage you came from where born with curves on their curves, hips for days with thick ass thighs. You looked nothing compared to what most classified as ‘beautiful’ far from it.

Just as your thoughts started drifting into dangerous degrading territory there was a swift nock on your door. The in your doorway stood an angel. Well, it was just Namjoon holding a cup of coffee, but caffeine is one thing you never seem to say no to. Clever.

“Sorry, can I come in for a sec? I brought coffee if that counts” Namjoon threw in a dimpled smile for extra brownie points. Giggling slightly you simply nodded. How can anyone say no to that face? Or that heavenly aroma of coffee?

“It’s like you could sense I was in desperate need of some caffeine” You said, taking a tiny sip from the hot beverage. From the corner of your eye you could see Namjoon pull a face at you. Turning with a glare and a mumbled ‘what’ Namjoon pinned you with a look of his own.

“Y/N, I literally just made this. How the hell can you even drink this when it’s clearly as hot as hell itself?” This was not exactly what you expected him to say. But never the less it made you laugh and that in itself was a good thing.

“I have what people back at home called a tinned throat. It means I can handle the heat because I’m use to it” You said, slightly fiddling as your next words came out a bit softer than the previous ones.

“Why me?”

“What do you mean baby?” Namjoon asked confused.

“Why did you boys decide I am good enough for you to fool around with? I’m literally the complete opposite of pretty. Is it because I’m the only option you have?” hurt flashed through your eyes as your gaze left his to look at your screen again.

“Why you? Y/N, we didn’t decide to do this because we’re ‘only limited to you’. We decided to try and engage with you because you’re different from everyone around us. You’re smart, funny, super energetic but you also have your quiet moments. You see the little things around you and sometime you even remind me of a child that sees colours for the first time. The wonder in your eyes. Y/N, you are beautiful to us. We admire you more than you’ll ever know and in this short time we’ve spend with you, you’ve ruined normal standards. Why can’t you see that?”

His voice sounded almost sad. Sitting down next to you on the bed, Namjoon placed his hand behind your neck in comfort. His fingers was gentle as they worked the muscles under them to help you relax. You slowly leaned into his touch as your eyes fluttered close.

“Let us show you how beautiful you are to us. Y/N, please let us in, let me in” Namjoon whispered into your ear. His lips leaving feather light touches along your neck. A strange feeling twirled inside your stomach. Would you be able to allow these men to show you what they meant? Would you be able to keep your damned heart in check?

You didn’t have the answers to those questions, but the arms that secured you into a loving embrace, somehow left you feeling butterflies fighting over space in your stomach.

#16

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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OH MY GOD GO TO SLEEP WHAT ARE YOU DOING

I WASN’T TIRED SO I WAS WRITING

#junglebooks-thighs #i finished 2 whole tftp parts im proud of me #sleep is for the weak

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sofhyuck · 6 years ago

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get to know me .A.

tagged by: @ciao-jun (thank you wow) and @nothaechan (ily)

rules: answer the questions and then tag 9 people you want to get to know better

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time: 7:51 pm

favorite musician: uhh like my chem, 5so, 1d, nct, and day6 to list a few hehe

relationship status: single :)

favorite color: purple (or like any cool color)

top 3 ships: platonic only friends: markhyuck (lol), seulrene (is that their ship name idek), and chanbaek

last song I listened to: probably RBB lol

last movie: ...spy kids

song stuck in my head: it’s been like the wizards of waverly place theme song???

dream job: highkey wanna work for one of the big three like idk something in the entertainment industry

three shows: american horror story, the suite life of zac and cody, the good place

other blogs: @glohyuck is my fic rec blog

tagging: @junglebooks-thighs, @cinanamon, @haecity, @mashisgf, @ncityzen, @whatmarklee, @whaechan

#idk hi #i like disney can you tell #im also a child nice to meet you #tagged #about

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mistymark · 6 years ago

Conversation

Namjoon: Now open wide for me okay?

Seokjin: Y-yes sir.

Namjoon: This might sting a bit.

Seokjin: It's okay, I'm not made of glass.

Namjoon: Stop making this sound like a porno, I'm your dentist.

Seokjin: fight those cavities daddy

#namjin #namjoon #seokjin #bts #bts chats #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #chas #bts fanfic #bts masterlist #junglebooks thighs chats

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mushroomdiaz · 6 years ago

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phone challenge !!

so,, i was tagged by @junglebooks-thighs (read their stuffs thx) to basically show my lockscreen, homescreen and a song i’ve been listening to,,,ezgetit

dabs

whips

stan taeyeon

this is the part where i tag people;

@itaintchineasy @fullhyuck00 @yesyesverymochi @birbeon @yoohwantme @renjunite @writer-wendy @quixoctic126 @sollanok @rosyhyvck @haoreo

#if u wanna do it just pretend i tagged u!!#technically #not nct #LABhjdnsnns i didnt understand the last part honestly #but like #it was my chance to promote taeyeon so ok #ive also been listening to mamamoo.....#stan mamamoo #tagged

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renjundaryy · 6 years ago

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Twenty-one tag

tagged by @junglebooks-thighs

Name: Amalia

Nickname: Ami, Ajöma

Gender: female

Zodiac: gemini

Height: around 1,70 I guess

Time: 17:10 pm

Favorite Band/ Solist: NCT/ Loco

Song stuck in my head: Late Night from Gray and Loco

Last movie I saw: Cloud Atlas

Last thing I googled:

(I am whipped)

Other blogs : nope

Do I get asks: sometimes 😊 ( guys just slide in my dms and asks I love to Talk to you)

Why I choose this URL: I read a fanfic once and saw the author refer to renjun as renjundary and boom here I was

Following: ~ 100

Amount of sleep I get : non existent

Lucky number: 7!

What I am wearing: a beige sweaterdress and my overknees

Dream Job: beeing a Museums director

Dream Trip: Straßbourg

Favorite food: everything related to potatoes😂

Instruments: piano, organ

Random likes: winter, scent of vanilla, cat paws, food, friends, flowers, art, lavender, sweater, seeing others beeing happy, reading

As I have nearly no mutuals on Tumblr I don't tag anyone.

#get to know me #get to know the blogger #i was tagged #thanks for tagging me #tag game

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sunsiac · 6 years ago

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get to know me (music edition)

tagged by @jaehyunay :))

rules: answer the questions below so your followers can get to know you a little better, and tag any blogs you also want to get to know more!

tagging: @hvndery @bts-nct-collide @tyongu @uwujaes @junglebooks-thighs

let’s start off with something easy! what’s your name?

grace ^^

any nicknames? gracie, anything around that area really

and how do you identify/what pronouns do you use? she/her

how tall are you? 5′3, i’m a bean

time for you now? 6:38am

what’s your sign: pisces

what is the meaning behind your blog name? oof it back from my anime days, where i was just getting into kpop. the jimin part is for the idol, while the osamu part is for an anime character

favourite kpop artists! (as many as you stan) bts, nct, seventeen, exo, got7, myteen, ateez, monsta x, vixx, etc

Choose 5 of your favourite kpop songs, if you can/if you stan, choose more than one group (bonus points for linking them your followers can listen!):

- your dog loves you (feat crush) by colde

- promise by ateez

- let’s hang out by sf9

- what u do by exo

- good thing by nct 127

what kpop song did you last listen to?

evil by shinee

favourite kpop music video?

awkward silence - stray kids

who are your top five bias wreckers?

1. Hoseok (bts) 2. Joshua (svt) 3. Doyoung (nct) 4. minseok (exo) 5. Yugyeom (got7)

And finally, post a few pictures of your biases!

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Quarantine.71

[Masterlist]

Beta: N/A Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers Genres: friendship, drama, romance SLOWEST OF BURNS. until the anticipation kills us all… Rating: PG-13 and above Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot, or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 1.1k Announcement: Things are heating up, this is technically an intermission chapter but the final arc is about to start. so excited. I am sorry I have been gone for so long. I am trying to get all my current stories finished by the end of the year to make way for new stories. Hopefully that means more updates and content for all my friends.

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Walking into the meeting room dressed in your professional attire, a cane in hand you saw the boys eyeing you up and down. Even Yoongi who hadn’t spoken to you since the disaster of a phone conversation. You don’t bother sitting but nod politely.

“Let's get this over with shall we?” You asked “Look things have been rocky and I think that it would be best if we instead give you a position with the idol trainee’s for a year while things settle. Then we will spread some rumours of Seokjin dating whilst he is in the army and see how the fans react. That gives us time to evaluate whether it is a good or bad decision for you to go public with your relationships” Bang Si-Hyuk spoke formally, discussing every aspect methodically.

“No!” You said firmly making the boys turn and look at you “I believe Namjoon once said Love ain’t a business rather like a fitness. Meaning love isn’t something you can calculate, it is something you have to work on and push for physically. No amount of scenarios will prepare you for what will actually happen if a relationship is or isn’t revealed.”

“All the more reason we should prevent this from happening, we have no idea how this could go. There are too many variables.” Mister Dong said gesturing at you “The boys are successful now, the top of the industry, if you add in a dating scandal then they could be gone overnight”

“What if we all die tomorrow?” You frowned “There are so many what ifs and you can sit there and bubble wrap your boys or you can let them be free and happy, they might work harder, or write better songs. I am not saying I want the relationship public. Let me be viewed as a member of staff and have an excuse to be in their presence and when the doors are closed we are all happy in private.

The CEO nodded slowly rubbing his chin, “You both make important points. But I think the only way I will allow the boys to date secretly or otherwise is if the contract becomes null and void”

“You want to throw away the band that made your business what it is today your company is worth 1T korean won” You stressed, “You want them to leave, they have their small fortunes and their name to make their own company which will outsell yours any day, do you want that?”

“If you want I will quit right now,” Seokjin said “I know I am not the youngest or most talented, but I won’t sell my happiness for greed.

Yoongi’s voice was soft “For the first time in a long time I am happy. I have done worse and I don’t care how many fans I have, I think I would prefer not to have the devoted fangirls pushing me to be something I am not. Suppress my life for this image that I am their boyfriend, I am a human and a producer and rapper, I don’t like being exploited as anything more.”

“I have never been someone who would give up my dream for someone else” Jungkook mumbled, “But what is the point of working towards a dream, if there is no one to share it with”

Namjoon nodded “We are either all in with Y/n or we are all out with Y/n”

Mister Dong began a heated argument, “Why would we put our profits in danger, when we can continue working as we should better yet the boys are estimated to begin their decline through fame within the next two years. Clearing the way for other bands to take their spot.”

“You would say that wouldn’t you, Mister Dong,” You smirked retrieving a manilla folder from your bag “Or should I say Mister Shin Jae suk from SYP company”

To emphasise your point you threw the folder open on the desk. Images taken by Allan the whole investigation with his legal Identification and phone records. “He has been selling information to the competitors”

“Is this true, Mister Dong?” The CEO turned looking unimpressed, “you have been selling information to the SYP company?”

“You have no proof!” Mister Dong accused pointing a finger at your face “This bitch is trying to weasel her way into the spotlight and ruin this group's fame and fortune, she will be the downfall of the company!!!”

As he was flailing wildly, voice hoarse, security came to retrieve him upon the quiet request of Mister Lee. The man stood up and spoke quietly making sure you were okay after the rather aggressive behaviour of the undercover spy.

After a ten minute interlude where you and the boys all sat drinking tea and relaxing Bang Si-Hyuk and the other chairman returned. Sitting up straight out of respect for the CEO he smiled “We are sorry for all the runaround, we were being fed lies and deception from a man we thought we could trust.”

You accepted the apology, and they sighed “We were thinking about rescheduling the meeting but, I can see how much this means to you and the boys, how far you will go?” He smiled softly “You think that I don’t want those boys to be happy, I have seen them grow, they have gone through the good and the bad and they always followed my lead. This is the first time, I have seen them truly fight for what the want and believe in”

The boys cringed, “And for that how can I say no, they are growing into fine men and I have you to thank. So I see no problem in offering you the job we previously agreed on, because you have taught them so much, I want you to teach them more, the good and the bad. Shape them more, give them the closest thing they can have to a normal life and a normal relationship.”

The boys smiled eagerly at each other cheekily. “You will have to all sign this contract and Non disclosure agreement” You leaned over the desk to sign when a hand softly brushed your clothed thigh. Turning to see Yoongi looking shy he mouthed an apology and dropped his hand. You leaned over and he softly spoke under his breath. “I am sorry, I don’t deserve you but, I would like it if I can sign and be a part of this relationship?”

“You put the pen in his hand letting your fingers brush over his arm to the shoulder as you passed back to your seat. Where your phone was vibrating in your bag. Taking out the device you answered swiftly.

“Hello?” You asked smiling when you saw the caller ID

“Hey y/n” the voice was watery and broken “can you come get me…”

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