#one guy in there stuck a carrot up his butt infront of everyone on a whim

[cheddar-baby]

thinking about this dude who i was in a skype group with back when i was like 16 who did these weird second life sermons about life and he'd talk for hours and hours. He loved doing talks about like bdsm and would constantly quote bible verses at you. You'd ask him to talk about something in the skype call and he would just go on a whole rant about it. In such a specific tone like he was giving you a ted talk. I remember one day he showed us some song he made cause i guess he was a country/folk singer too. And it got stuck in my head for years. Its not even that great of a song i just think of "doo doo doodle do do do"

and im just like man what ever happened to this dude lol. I hope hes still somewhere on second life giving sermons. He was only in our group for a few months but he was a really interesting person.

[loo-cuz]

Jimin finds scared bunny hybrid jungkook on the streets and takes him home? And kookie needs cuddles? You don't have to if you don't want to of course...

Jimin finds scared bunny hybrid jungkook on the streets and takes him home? And kookie needs cuddles?

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Jimin didn’t exactly find him more than he found him. The hybrid.

It wasn’t exactly a cold day, it was just grey but what were they expecting of London anyway?Jimin was ready to go to work, all clad in a suit with his files to work. He was not as much of an assistant as he was working with the scientists himself. They led him do smaller experiments and handle the files for a little bit of extra money and he was very grateful for that because well he needed every bit off extra money he could get because the government didn’t support their studies. They were late in the 90s when people found out how to create a hybrid, a cross between the human species and animals. At first they did it with a monkey, the guy coming out of it was as intelligent as everyone else but the features -such as the ears and nose of a monkey- made him an outcast. People treated hybrids wrong since than and it didn’t change twenty years later.

Therefore Jimin and the scientists were working to find out a way to make out rape, assault and abuse on hybrids, evennon-verbal hybrids. They researched a lot and they had already found one way or another but it always was painful for the hybrid to go under those ministrations, so they worked on further against the will of the people who thought that hybrids were just abominations who deserved the exact treatment that they were getting.

So on this early morning to work, when Jimin was trying to not let the files fall that he just collected he ran into a boy, a little bit smaller than himself, knocking him down in the process. It was a bunny hybrid Jimin noticed when he took in the ears and the way that the boy flinched when he fell onto his butt, probably the spot where his tail stuck to him. “Excuse me, Sir,” he said. Jimin was expecting just that, every hybrid needed to treat ‘normal’ people with respect because else, well there were no safety rules or any rights for hybrids as it is. They needed to be careful in any way.“But can’t you watch your step?”He looked up at that in shock. “What?”“I said what I said,” the boy snickered before he scrambled up, grabbed the cap he had been wearing before to hide his ears before grabbing onto the news papers that he had been carrying. Oh, Jimin thought. He’s the news letters guy, the one that walks by my house every time.

Jimin was on his way to apologize when suddenly a woman came by and swatted the boy upside the head with a thick purse. “Watch your steps yourself, you filthy creature of hell! You’re not even human, how dare you insult one of the human kind?”

The hybrid was about to speak up, looked like he wanted to talk back again, when the woman suddenly pulled her phone out.

“I think I’ll just need to contact your superior. The tag on your ear mentioned the realism company, am I mistaken?”

Jimin could see the flash off hate making it’s way over the guys face before another emotion stuck to his features. Fear. It cling to him like dust, visible in the way he didn’t get up from the floor, chose to bow instead in utter submission. Jimin found it disgusting how the people around them applauded when he laid his head on the ground, his hands clasped in each other but never came an apology out of his mouth.

“It’s fine, Miss. Really, it was my fault, I got it from here,” Jimin smiles kindly, got up and assured her that everything was fine until she was finally moving away.“Are you okay?”Jimin reaches to touch the hybrids shoulder but he flinched away got to his feet and looked like he was about to run off when Jimin grabbed his hand.“Don’t go back there,” he said. “I saw you flinching, I know what they’re doing to you. Please, don’t.”The other closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he snatched his hand back, pressing his wrist to his chest as if it has been burned.“And what do you think am I supposed to do?” he spoke blinking up at the grey sky.“You heard her yourself, I’m a creature out of hell, not even a human being, where am I supposed to go? It’s not like anyone will take me in.”

“I would.”He mustered him sideways, his eyes filled with the suspicion of the streets, the suspicion that he probably has been carrying with him since childhood. A stress that Jimin couldn’t even imagine if he tried.“Yeah, to do what? You may look kind on the outside but what’s underneath? Another rapist? An abuser? Maybe someone whose gonna hold me, the abomination, in a cage to let me starve to death?”

And Jimin hated the accuracy of his words, hated how they applied to so many people who walked past them. All those people who would be kind to Jimin but would rather have the stranger die than take him home because he had bunny ears.

“I’m not. I’m actually an assistant and- well kind of part of the scientists who are searching for ways to find out who was raped and abused and other similar stuff.”He halted for a second looking at the other guy who had a look on his face that gave away that he simply didn’t want to believe him.

“You can follow me to work if you want to. And if you… well if you like it you can come home with me. You can’t have your own room because I only have one bedroom but you can sleep on the couch, maybe I could arrange a door for the living room that you can lock in the night; I don’t know man.”

The hybrid didn’t even look at him before he abandoned the news paper into the next trash can. Than he turned and jerked his head forward as if to tell Jimin to move.

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Jungkook did learn that the guy worked with the scientists that he claimed to work with but that didn’t make him want to come inside. He was still scared of being caged or similar so he waited outside until late in the evening when the kind looking stranger walked out again looking a little bit stressed out.

“I’m sorry for leaving you on your own for this long. You could’ve come inside but- yeah no I get it,” Jimin stuttered.“All good. Where’s ya home?”The hybrid was moving his head every now and than seemingly scenting the air while Jimin led him home. Maybe it’s a way of remembering where they came from, maybe he just wanted to track something else or maybe it just smelled like carrots, Jimin should stop focusing on the small details, really.

When Jungkook say his first foot through the door Jimin saw the stress that was lingering upon him, the tension running through him like little electric waves, creating their own tense atmosphere in the process.“Are you alright?”“Just- just let me take it in, okay?”And Jimin stood back while the hybrid took his first few steps inside, scented the air - Jimin still didn’t know what he was searching for - before walking further in and finally falling onto the couch, the tension flowing out of him as he sunk further into the soft cushions.

“Can I come in?”He looked up, tilted his head a little and laughed. His laugh was different from the snicker Jimin heard before it was a little high pitched and noisy but still so, so endearing.“It’s your home, so I guess so.”

“Dude what’s your name?”“Dude?”“I just didn’t know how to address you,” Jimin answered. He twisted his fingers in shame before taking in the figure beside him.“Ah, right. Jungkook.” Jimin nodded. Easy name, not for English people maybe, but Jimin was Korean and so was Jungkook’s name.

“How come you have a Korean name?”“The yk bred that I come from was started in Korea so they wanna keep that mark on us with the names,” he answered easily. It almost sounded like he trained the answer over and over again to make it sound more casual.

“So your parents have Korean names too?”

Jungkook flinched at that question and although it was the slightest flinch Jimin still caught it. He looked around another time, sniffed the air again before replying.“My parents are Korean and so are their names.”

“You don’t know them, do you?”

Silence. Than he laughed a laugh full of hatred.“If I knew them? Yes, I did. I love with them in a five meter cage, well lived. I just left them, I guess.”He shrugged but Jimin saw that that fact feared him apart. Why did he do it then? Why did he come with Jimin if it hurt him so bad?Jungkook seemed to catch onto that but he didn’t answer just shrugged again and buried himself further into the couch. He was almost lying now, his back laying on the seating area, his head leaned against the back of the couch while his long legs were stretched out infront of him.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said.And without thinking about all the things that he knew about Jungkook he moved to hug him.It didn’t work out. Obviously, it didn’t.

Once he crossed the border to his personal space Jungkook flinched, was up in a second and then across the room. His ears were pressed flat on top of his head, he’d probably bare if his fangs if he would have them but as a bunny he was a bred that couldn’t fight, so his natural instinct was to flee any confrontation.

“I knew it,” he hissed. His feet were rammed against the floor, his hands touching it maybe a meter forward. The whole position reminded Jimin of the Olympic Games where they let the people run to win a medal, what was it called again? He couldn’t remember. “You were only acting kind. How could you? And you also work with those scientists fucking-“He cut himself off when Jimin raised his hands in surrender.“I wasn’t going to do anything, really.”Jungkook scoffed.“You wanted to grab me. Don’t lie, I had a ton of people takin advantage of me, I know how it looks.”

They both were silent for a second, Jimin realizing that Jungkook didn’t know hugs. Or maybe he did, maybe he knew them from his parents but he certainly has never been met with stranger kindness.His parents probably trained “stranger danger” into his head and Jimin couldn’t blame them. Everyone was an potential abuser from their point of view.

“I was going to hug you.”As easy as that he stood up. He grabbed a scarf that was lying around and held it out.“Look you can bind my hands together and hug me if you don’t trust me enough. You don’t need to hug me at all, I’m a stranger I get it. I just felt super sorry and wanted to give you some comfort.”“A hug?”Jimin could hear the questioning mark at the end of the sentence, the light difference of pitch in Jungkook’s voice as he eyed him up and down.

“Yeah.”He didn’t move in, but he didn’t move farther away from him either and Jimin counted that as win. “Look as I said, no need for hugs, let’s just settle down. Just watch the fire, okay?”Jungkook hesitated but then he nodded. Jimin settles down quickly. One couldn’t see Jungkook move at all though. It took two minutes for him to even come up and out of his defensive position and another five to just slowly creep closer until he was able to squish himself onto the far end of the couch where Jimin could not touch him if he tried.

But after a while he moved closer. “I like hugs,” he mumbled.“They’re comforting for me.”He breathed in before lifting Jimin’s arm up and wrapping it around his waist.“But not from people I don’t trust. I’m a bunny after all, we’re basically scared half of the time. We only flip over people if we trust them and stuff like that.”Jimin hummed deep in his chest. His breath hitches when Jungkook leaned against him as to feel the vibration of the hum.

“So the rule is if I wanna get out of your hold you have to let me go immediately or I’m going to fight as much as my bred can fight. Okay?”He nodded.“Okay.”With that he let his head rest on Jimin’s chest, his arms around the waist of the latter.

They listened to the fire and at some point Jungkook fell asleep. So Jimin moved to get to his bed when Jungkook suddenly startled.“What are you doing?” he mumbled his voice lazed with sleep.“I want to go to sleep.”“Hmn.”Jungkook yawned.“Let me come with you?”

That was unexpected actually made Jimin freeze on the spot.“My bed is small though-““We can cuddle as long as you let me go when I say so.”“Yeah… we can, could.”

He lifted Jungkook in his arms because the older didn’t seem like he wanted to move soon.“Wanna be the little spoon,” Jungkook mumbled when Jimin settle into the bed next to him but didn’t move to sleep.“Ok, ok.”Jimin chuckled as he settled Jungkook between his arms. “Good night, Jungkook.”“Good night. Jimin.”