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Umm can you find some Bunny hybrid Jungkook x reader fics thanks

I can :)

BUNNY TROUBLE by appreciatethefoolishness

Rating: T

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 38,336

Summary:  A quick decision to save a hurt bunny on the side of the road might not seem like a big deal to many people, y/n doesn’t think much of it either and decides to take care of the little male rabbit but what she doesn’t expect is when he one night turns into a human and hell breaks loose…

Navy Blue by ARoseForYoongi

Rating: E

Status: Complete

Word count: 56,426

Summary:  You live in a world where having a hybrid is normal. Your best friend Taehyung has his own cat hybrid named Yoongi, and while the pair may seem like total opposites, their bond is obvious. You begin to consider getting one to have as a companion to come home to. You could never anticipate just how important he will become to you.

Fluffy Tails by PennyPenguin

Rating: G

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 7,957

Summary:  You're a red squirrel hybrid, and your friend Jungkook is a bunny hybrid. Antics ensue.

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The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

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I haven’t had an idea about hybrids in a long long time but 🥺 what about pup hybrid koo who gets abandoned by his owners for being too high energy, who waits by the door every day for them to come back, doesn’t like to talk to other humans because they’re not his owner but then slowly, the volunteer who comes into his room to talk to him every day and eat his meals with him and feed him treats starts to chip away at his heart and adopts him.

only to have him wake up Literally lying on top of them, deal with him breaking out of the house and following them to work, everywhere- jk is just so worried about being left behind again but! It’s a good thing his owner is really understanding and doesn’t mind that he’s a clingy little puppy.

And of course Doberman! jk is also still covered with tattoos just like irl jk 🥺 big floppy ears hanging over his face, the breed and tattoos usually turn people off from adopting him because Dobermans you know- they’re /protection/ dogs, they don’t see jks wide terrified eyes hidden behind his big ears. They just see the tattoos and piercings and walk the other way. Im imagining the first time jk ever falls asleep on the m/c, head on her lap, her fingers rubbing against the spot on the back of them where they’re sensitive and tingly saying to herself “at least he didn’t doc your ears, I would have expected- given the other /modifications/ he made to you, that he’d have done that. At least he had the decency to leave them alone”

And she asks cuz of course she does, why jks old owner covered him with tattoo’s and maybe she should have waited until he was more awake but jk just says “liked to come with hyung to work, saved his best designs for me”

Maybe years later they have a run in with Jks old owner and it’s one of the other boys, tattoo artist yoongi maybe? but 🥺 jk finally gets his closure because he finds out yoongi didn’t abandon him he just got into an accident and was in a coma for 6 months and then had 18 months of re-learning how to walk after that. How to do art, how to tattoo again and yoongis finally back on his feet. Even when he was in a wheelchair yoongi never stopped going to different shelters to try and find Jk. Yoongi never gave up looking for his pup 🥺

Imagine tattoo artist yoongi with arms full of pretty floral tattoos in the same style as the ones on jk’s arm 🥺 and the m/c once again questions him about it and jk gives her the honest answer of “I asked for them”

Maybe jk is now faced with the horrible choice of being the one who leaves his new owner who he loves a lot and going back to the person who he once missed more than anything! Of course his little pup brain just comes up with the simple solution! They both just have to move in together to look after him! That way he gets both!! And only- the m/c and yoongi are really opposites- but they decide to try and make being roommates work if only because jk deserves it.

And maybe yoongi starts taking care of her too because he always did let jungkook depend on him lots 🥺 for cooking and brushing out his long fluffy hair and showers after boxing class. And yoongi fusses because around her work schedule she forgets to eat a bunch and he ends up going to drop off lunches because honestly- the tatto shop kinda runs it’s self since namjoon and taehyung took over during yoongis accident- they never met jk because they only bought into the business after yoongis accident when he had to sell off half of it to cover his medical bills (I’m picturing calico mini- a new addition, who took over jks job of checking people in for their appointments and answering the phone)

But anyway back to yoongi and his babying It’s natural for him to say “up!” To her (a total accident he swears) when she’s wearing a soaked shirt after coming in from the rain, blushing hard, but kinda grinning when she follows obediently. Because jk always liked it when yoongi would dress him 🥺 hyungs perfect little puppy doll all pliant and good. And it would be okay if only she didn’t slip up too! Accidentally calling yoongi a good boy on more than one occasion or going in for a “good pup kiss” cuz jk is like- kinda a kissy puppy, likes good morning kisses and thank you for putting your dishes away and “I missed you cuz you just peed kisses and I was worried a monster was gonna eat you in the bathroom” kisses. Jk has them both very well trained.

Of course he’d tease her endlessly for that. “Maybe we should get you a pair of puppy ears for Halloween if you’re gonna listen to me the way that jk does” “yeah? I’ll get you a pair of kitty ears and tatto whiskers on you in your sleep” only what if one day yoongi reveals he actually does have whisker tattoos they’re just black light 😭

Only why don’t they kiss each other the way they give him good boy kisses 🥺 why don’t they cuddle each other like they cuddle him??? Why don’t they good hands the way they hold hands with him when he goes out so that they don’t get lost! Jk has to remedy this right away 😠 he can’t loose either of them ever again so he’s gotta set them up!!!

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20/20 Vision | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. slow burn, fluff, f2l (friends-to-lovers), pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, drama, high school!au, university!au, eventual romance, eventual smut

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 897

-> warnings. Literally nothing this is pure fluff 🥹🤍

-> a/n. Glasses!Kook origin story!! Y/N lore drop!! (P.S. This takes place before Because It’s Soft!)

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Dec. 9th, 2023 @ 10:03

-> fin. Sun., Jan. 28th, 2024 @ 12:31

-> edited. Thurs., Feb. 1st, 2024 @ 17:44

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

You knew something was up when Jungkook—a boy who’d once spotted a squirrel in the road while driving at nearly 100kph—started squinting at the projector not even five meters in front of him.

Even though the two of you sat around the middle of your class, you’d frequently turn to find him angrily squinting at the board, struggling to read your smaller than average handwriting even though he’d never found it difficult before.

Now, sitting in your living room with homework strewn all along the floors and Jungkook nose deep his English textbook, you finally come to the conclusion that his vision might not be so 20/20 anymore.

“Jungkook,” you say concerned as he lets out a frustrated sigh, sitting upright with a frown etched deeply into his face.

“I can’t see,” he complains, groaning and rubbing at his temples. “And my head feels like it’s about to explode.”

You reach out to run your hand through his hair, biting on your lip when he unhesitatingly leans into the touch. “You can’t see?”

“No,” he pouts. “Everything’s blurry.”

“Jungkook.” You rub at his earlobe once before pulling away, searching his face with a pitying smile. “The font isn’t that small—I can read it just fine from where I’m sitting.”

He manages to look offended. “Okay. And?”

You sigh, placing your hand over his, like you’re about to deliver some bad news. For someone so smart, he can be so dumb. “I think you should see an optometrist.”

His doe eyes widen. “No,” he whispers, genuinely afraid-sounding.

You smile apologetically and pat his hand.

He pulls away from you to press the palms of his hands into his eyes, fake-crying into them like the drama-queen he is. “Fuck,” he whines.

You push up from the kitchen table and walk around to massage his shoulders, as if he’s a football player getting hyped up before his next big game. “It’s okay,” you soothe.

“I need glasses?” He sounds so sad, you can’t help but laugh a little.

“It’s not the end of the world!” you laugh. “Besides, I think it’ll suit you.“

“But what about soccer? I can’t play with glasses, they’ll get broken, or, or—“

“Contacts are a thing, remember?”

🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕

Now, a couple of days later, you knock on the packhouse doors with an eager smile, greeting Jimin with a long hug. “Is Jungkook home yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks!”

The way to Jungkook’s room is a familiar one. As soon as you enter the pack house you turn right and head a single flight of stairs to the second floor where all the rooms and main bathrooms are. What is new, is all the various pictures hanging on the wall.

You take a moment to admire the new frames you assume either Seokjin or Rosé hung up between today and the last time you were here (around three days ago, now), smiling fondly at the closeness and joy in each picture.

It’s a large 24x48 canvas framed in a beautiful burgundy wood with golden highlights (which seem to have been painted on by hand), and it makes your heart stop.

It’s of a photo you took with the pack a few days after your birthday.

Your heart aches sweetly at the sight of Yoongi with his arms wrapped brotherly around your shoulders, free arm hoisting his whiskey into the air, a large grin on his face. Next to him is Jungkook, both hands in the air, yelling at the top of his lungs with one of those bottled glasses of coke. And around you, the rest of the pack.

Rosé and Jennie crouched beneath you, forming hearts with their arms on either side of your legs; Jisoo, Hoseok, Jin and Taehyung laughing at their brothers off to the side; Lisa yelling at the top of her lungs while being carried bridal style by Namjoon; Jimin on the floor at Rosé and Jennie’s feet, slightly blurred around the edges from setting up the camera.

It was the best night of your life.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You look at Jungkook with a smile on your face, which quickly turns into an appreciative grin. “Why, look at you!”

Jungkook laughs shyly, reaching up to self-consciously push his glasses further up his nose. It’s a simple frame: black metal, kind of large but not overly so, a little boxy.

“It looks good!” you say as you finally make your way up the stairs, giving him a quick side hug before making your way to his room.

“You think so?” He holds the door open for you and then lets it slide halfway closed, joining you on the edge of his bed where you’ve already taken up one of his controllers.

“Definitely. Really frames your face.”

He groans. “Not you, too. Jin hyung’s been making glasses jokes all day.”

You laugh, nudging him in his side while starting up It Takes Two (a game you’d asked him to get so you could play together). “I would too, Four Eyes.”

He growls, not even giving you time to think before his hands are at your sides.

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Downstairs, Jimin shakes his head at your loud pleas for mercy and defeating scream-laughter with a fond smile, handing Jin another plate to dry off. “I wish those two would get together already.”

“Patience,” Seokjin chides with an equally fond grin. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

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Not quite the same – Part 5

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook x Dog Hybrid!Reader

Summary: You had always thought that your home with your family was the final stop. After your owners abandon you and a storm drives you into the nearby forest, you think things can’t get any worse. At least until you run right into the arms of a pack of wolves. 

Genre: Hybrid AU; angst, smut, fluff

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, fingering, mentioning of JK’s big dick, dry humping, OC being really emotional, lots of tears, shame surrounding menstrual cycles but the guys being the best 

Word Count: 6K

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A/N: You might have already seen the post but just making sure you’re up to date: I have another surgery tomorrow (July 18th) and have to stay at the hospital for a week. I probably won’t be able to interact much here on tumblr, so please don’t worry if I’m not answering for a few days/weeks :) but enough of that, I hope you’re all doing well and enjoy the chapter!

Squinting against the sunlight streaming into the living room early in the morning, you noticed how your t-shirt was sticking to your body. Your skin felt sticky and you were so warm. God, were you warm.

You stirred and tried to free yourself from the blanket that must have wrapped around your body during the night. But you were not able to feel the cool air, because nothing was happening. You frowned and only when you looked down at your body, you saw that it was not the blanket that had wrapped around you. It was an arm. And a leg that was thrown over your hip.

Slowly, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back. You had fallen asleep next to Jungkook – or rather on his chest. You must have turned in your sleep so that he was now behind you. You felt his body at your back, and as much as you enjoyed his closeness and would have preferred to lie like that forever, you couldn’t stand the heat any longer. Frustrated, you wiggled your shoulders and tried to lift the arm that was wrapped around the middle of your body. But as you tried, it wrapped even tighter around your body.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, albeit with a trace of effort in your voice. Still, you didn’t want to wake the others, who were surely still asleep. “You’re crushing me.”

You would have expected anything. A grunt, or even no response at all. As far as you knew, he could still be asleep. That’s why you were surprised when a deep chuckle filled the room and you felt Jungkook’s hot breath on your neck. 

“Are you too warm?”

His voice sent electric shocks through your veins and you had to suppress a shiver. Yet he should already know the answer. After all, his body was pressed so tightly against your back that he had to feel your body heat through his shirt. 

“A little, yes,” you said, laughing softly. You had expected him to laugh as well and then let go of you, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, you suddenly felt the tip of his nose against your neck.

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Uhm, I would like to present the idea of cow hybrid!Yoongi. Maybe as a Halloween fic/drabble. It just seems like a really cute concept. 👉👈

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Lily pleaseeee share your favorite ot7 hybrid fics, i can’t find any 😭😭😭😭

OMGGGG BB YOUVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE OKIEEE I LOVE OT7 FICS REAL BAD

I’ve been reading hybrid fics p much since I started reading bts fanfics so… I can hook u up dastardly style 🤩 links under the cut <33

so before I start listing ima be so fr and say I like most of my hybrid fics verryy formulaic. i p much only ready hybrid bts x human reader and I really enjoy the whole plot of ‘y/n inherits bts and doesn’t know what to do!’ Or ‘y/n sees 7 hybrids at the shelter who need help and doesn’t know what to do!’. It feels sooo chicken noodle soup to me and it feels good for my soul <33 so I hope these fics feel like chicken noodle soup for u too and that you love them as much as I do <33

Series

Abundance ✰ @angelicyoongie

HYBRID CLASSIC FICCCC actually one of the first hybrid fics I think I ever read?? Def the first hybrid ot7 which is kinda crazy 😭 perfect chicken soup for the soul <33 probably the basis for the way I like hybrid fics I read formatted now!! you can really see how the authors writing grew with this fic. Was the fic that made me fall in love with hybrids, actually. I love all of her work so bad man [last updated: 10/4/24]

Trouvaille ✰ @spookyserenades

on my main recs list for a REASON!!! MODERN OT7 CLASSIC FIC!!! if you like the slowest of burns… you’ll enjoy this fic heavily. once again my favourite chicken-soup style so I can’t help but recommend it <33 I have… so many words id like to say about coyote jimin and hoseok… but I will remain silent for my own dignity 😔love all of her work terribly <33 [last updated: 8/17/24]

SeVen Uncaged ✰ @/missing_min_meowmeow (ao3) and @/polaritae (ao3)

two part series (first half completed, second half not) detailing the difficulties of adopting 7 hybrids reader was completely unprepared for 🙂‍↕️ YESSS MA’AM!!! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!! I love how this fic goes into the details of how difficult mentally and physically this kind of change would be for the hybrids. I love the characterisation of each of the boys. I LOVE IT!!!! pls give this series a chance it is so definitely worth it even though it’s unfinished. A love it terribly, in its entirety. I LOVE FLAWED CHARACTERS!!! [last updated: 9/11/23]

Restitution ✰ @/cloudtea (ao3) @cloudteawrites (tumblr)

like I said I REALLY like fanfics where reader comes into a bunch of hybrids and has to deal with the consequences 😭 that being said, this has exactly everything I love in a hybrid fic, I absolutely love the concept, and the stories of where each of the guys came from before. THIS is exactly what I mean when I say a chicken soup fic— warm and comforting. Hopefully the author will come back to it someday <33 it’s so good even though it’s just the beginning [last updated: 4/19/21 — permanent hiatus]

Loving You Isn’t Hard to Learn ✰ @/arduouslove (ao3) @arduouslove (tumblr)

MANNN ITS SO WARM AND COMFORTING!!! like,, i know i keep saying chicken soup and IM SORRY BUT THATS WHAT THESE ARE FOR ME!!! I absolutely adore the concept of a motel for hybrids to go when they need help. And I really love the development we’ve seen so far between Hoseok and jimin. Another fic that was left at the beginning, but truly lovely. Another one I hope the author updates again someday <33 [last updated: 03/07/23]

Still Life ✰ @/king_myg (ao3)

OKAY NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS ACTUALLY LIKE,,, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE HYBRID FICS IVE READ!! The concept behind it is just so,, intriguing. It’s a yandere fic, so it has that edge to it but the way jungkook just *is* is so…. No you actually just have to read it to understand. I love this fic sooo bad actually. And Yoongi who pretends not to be a hybrid… and!! I really can’t express in words how exciting this was for me to read. I can’t wait to see how the rest of the guys relationships develop with the reader. [last updated: 5/22/24]

Home Calls the Heart ✰ @anonnie-in-wonderland

verryyy cute ot7 fic <33 the first chapter just feels very warm and soft. its adorable how tae wants to 'adopt' a human for his family even though he doesn't quite understand the repercussions of it [last updated: 12/17/22]

About love ✰ @mochiimac

One of my favourite tropes of reader coming into hybrids and them all hating each other right off the bat!! The writing style feels so safe too <33 [last updated: 04/24/3]

A Hundred Percent Human ✰ @/wrienne (ao3) @wrienne (tumblr)

Another CLASSIC ot7 hybrid fic!! I remember reading the first few chapters before I took a break from fanfics back in the day. Each of the characters (bts memebers) are so interesting and I love the personalities the author made around them as well as all the world building they did within the fic. The class system was so interesting to me and TAEHYUNG??? God, such a fun and dynamic story!! Highly recommend you check it out [last updated: 7/24/23]

Daddy’s Money Makes the World Go Round ✰ @/That_Author (ao3)

SOOO warm and comfortable. Guarddog Namjoon rlly just wants to keep the reader safe even though her parents are mean. Their relationship (as well as the rest of the guys that come into the home) is just SO sweet n gentle <3 [last updated: 10/28/22]

Oneshots

Secret Story of the Swan ✰ @purpleyoonn

one of the few yandere fics on the list and oh so sweet <33 the way they gently lure reader is so 🥺 and she gives in easily to their charms 🥺 v cute little oneshot <33 love her a lot

Beastly Gods ✰ @lemonjoonah

A CLASSICCCCCC one of the only (other) yandere fics on this list. mostly taehyung x reader w/ implied ot7 x reader ++ drabbles featuring ot7 x reader. I love this fic so much actually you don’t understand. It holds such a special place in my heart PLS READ IT!!

Tangled Hearts ✰ @writersrealmbts

Adorable look into readers life with 7 hybrids <33 truly love how this fic played out and the interactions the members had with eachother and the reader. ITS JUST REAL CUTE OKAY!!!! Makes me all soft nd gushy!! Very cute <33 i love it.

To Be Read / Currently Reading

Kindness ✰ @/angelaronin (ao3)

Stray Cat Strut ✰ @/typhloticharuspex (ao3)

Meritocracy ✰ @/saylilirose (ao3)

The Dog Days are Over ✰ @/mintedmango (ao3)

Redamancy ✰ @/dalgi_jungoo (ao3)

A Sweet Change ✰ @/kagsii (ao3)

Peculiar Pack ✰ @/dollremi (ao3)

If anyone has any reads I didn’t mention comment them or message me them!!

** I’ll update this as I read more / find more fics I’ve read in the past that I enjoyed!! By no means is it complete, these are just the fics I’ve read/reread recently nd enjoyed <33 Currently going through my tumblr likes to see if I’ve missed any <33 ✰ last updated: 01/19/25

Main Rec List | individual/poly hybrid rec list (coming soon)

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Ahh can I please have a super soft hybrid Drabble where Tae is a tiger hybrid 🐯 and he gets SUPER overprotective (in a cute way) of his human Y/n?���💜💜😻😻😻 Lots of kisses and hugs plus some growls (the growls not towards Y/n though)👀

a/n: hi!! rereading the brief now i am realising maybe i did not stick to it as much as i had hoped. but i hope you enjoy it!!! as well as my horrendous photoshop skills ruining a perfectly good fansite photo lmao

“Hey,”

You were shaken out of your boredom, staring into the distance and waiting impatiently for Taehyung to get back from the bathroom, when a stranger came up to you.

“Hi,” You smiled awkwardly, trying to remember if you had ever met this man before. He seemed to sense your confusion and chuckled, hard to hear over the low pulse of music emanating from the dance floor. You were sat at the bar, practically twiddling your thumbs and glancing over to the restrooms every so often, hoping to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend’s soft burnt-orange hair, or maybe the swish of a striped tail-

“I don’t do this very often, but… you’re very beautiful.”

“Um, thanks,” You mumbled, brow furrowing slightly. What didn’t he do very often? Talk to people? Something about his smile made you uncomfortable.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Oh, thank you, but I have one already.” You waved your glass of Diet Coke at him. Was that why he was talking to you? He thought you couldn’t afford a drink or something like that?

“Well, once you’ve finished that, can I buy you something else? Maybe a fruity cocktail? I bet you’d like something sweet-“

“Who the fuck are you?” A low voice growled, warmth pressing itself against your back as a pair of arms wove tightly around your waist.

“Taetae!” You squealed, turning in his arms as swiftly as his secure grip would allow, throwing your arms around his shoulders. “You were gone for so long, I missed you.”

Taehyung — whose gaze had been intensely fixed on something over your shoulder — dipped down to you, visibly softening. You didn’t even notice the stranger stumbling away from the two of you as Taehyung leaned down to plant a series of indulgent kisses across your pouted lips.

“Baby missed me?” He cooed, and you nodded shyly, nuzzling your face into his neck. He returned the gesture, scenting you thoroughly enough to have you feeling dizzy. Luckily, his arms were possessively tight around you as you swayed, mindlessly allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m going to have to start taking you with me everywhere.” He growled against your neck and you giggled, his lips tickling against your sensitive skin.

“What do you mean, Taetae?”

“The second I leave you alone, someone tries to take you away from me.”

“The man?” You asked distantly, before letting out a little whine as Taehyung’s teeth grazed against your pulse point. The other patrons of the bar had all drifted away from the two of you after your display, and your cheeks burned. At the same time, there was a quiet kick of satisfaction that all of these people could see you were Taehyung’s.

“Yes, the man.” Taehyung snarled, as if he resented even your acknowledgement of the stranger. “Trying to take my baby away. He can’t.”

“I wouldn’t let him, Taetae.” You promised, carding your fingers through his hair until they reached the base of his ears, tugging the strands gently.

“Yes, you’re mine.” Taehyung painted a possessive bruise underneath your ear, dark enough to be seen and high enough to be impossible to cover up.

“Yours,” You repeated, knees going weak as Taehyung began to support your weight entirely, safely cradled in his arms. “Always yours.” His teeth sunk in particularly deep, and your breath hitched. A mating bite. One of many decorating your body.

“C-can we go home now, Taetae? And you can- oh - show everyone who I really belong to.”

Taehyung laughed darkly against your skin, a hint of blood shining on his sharp canines.

“Oh, baby, it would be my pleasure.”

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Reading recommendation (Taehyung only)

(F): fluff, (S): Smut, (A): Angst

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Little Do You Know [M]

➬ Title | Little Do You Know

➬ Pairings | Yoongi x reader

➬ Summary | With love, comes challenge. Especially when you are in love with the one man who is at the top of the world while keeping you on the other end.

➬ Genre | Artist/Music Producer!Yoongi, Established relationship!au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | possessive Yoongi, a few events of jealousy, multiple smut scenes, implied public foreplay, clothed foreplay, dry humping, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rough sex, breast play, biting, clit play, hair pulling, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, self-masturbation (female), clothed sex, car sex.

↳ Word count | 22k words (I’m sorry for this T^T)

↳ Cross post | AO3 | Inkitt 

↳ Music companion | Little Do You Know - Alex & Sierra | Youth - Daughter

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @minyoongail​. | Thank you for giving me a chance to write for Yoongi again. Forgive me for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this story.

THEN…

From the very first night you met Min Yoongi, you were instantly drawn to him.

To describe the moment perfectly, you could easily say that it had happened exactly the way wise people would describe this kind of attraction; that you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

It was an instant pull, the kind of attraction that you had never once felt for another person before. Not to the boys you have dated through college, not even for the hot specimen of a male sitting right next to your cubicle at the office you were attending through your internship.

To this day, you could only faintly recall the events which had led you into getting dragged along to the uncharted territory where Min Yoongi existed. It was Friday night, right on the weekly scheduled night out that you would spend with your friends, when the hours were getting late and the dive bar that you had frequently gone to each week felt too cramped and dull with all the men in suits who came in for a seemingly boring company party while acting like they owned the place.

“It would be fun,” you remembered one of them said as she suggested to try hopping into a different club instead of ending the night early.

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[thegabbyh]

(you're) always on my mind (I)

— pairing: bird hybrid jimin x (f) reader — word count: 5.1k — summary: When your workplace announces that they've decided to promote collaboration between departments, you suddenly find yourself face to face with your sworn nemesis Park Jimin. Your plans to avoid him are quickly foiled as his presence turns the floor into a madhouse, your coworkers all vying for his attention. With so many people at his beck and call, why is it that Jimin is always so insistent on getting in your way?

01 - 02 - Masterlist

Gentle hums accompany you as you flick through the pages on your desk, highlighting the important keywords in your proposal.

Adjusting the reading glasses that are slipping down your nose, you glance to the side to find Jungkook twirling a pen between his fingers, staring at the same empty email as he has been for the past thirty minutes. Working beside Jungkook for the past three years has given you enough time to learn his cues and grow so accustomed to them that you no longer really notice when they happen.

In the beginning, the humming and singing under his breath would drive insane when you were trying to concentrate but you've since come to appreciate it. Jungkook would have a field day if he knew, but the truth is that you've found yourself missing the constant stream of the current top 10 pop songs on the days he's not in the office. 

"Do you need help with the email?" You ask as you flip to another page, tapping the highlighter against your chin as you scan through the words.

The humming – which you've learned Jungkook resorts to whenever he's feeling stressed – is cut off by a groan. 

"No, it's fine." 

You hear Jungkook clicking his mouse before the screen next to yours goes dark.

"I know that this workshop would improve my skill set but I'm not sure how to convince Mr. Shin of the same thing. For a company that's always pushing improvement and development, they sure hate to invest in it." 

"Tell me about it," You let out a quiet snort. "You know I had to beg Mr. Shin for months just let me attend a three-hour seminar the higher-ups had recommended for all the marketing employees." 

You see a mop of brown hair fall to the desk in your periphery, Jungkook letting out another upset sound. You give him a half-hearted pat on the back, quickly turning back to your proposal. 

"I'm hungry," Jungkook whines.

"And I'm not done yet," You reply as you drag your pen across another important section. 

"But it's officially lunchtime–" Jungkook goes silent for a beat as he picks up his phone, staring at the clock until it hits noon on the dot, "- right now! It won't make a difference if you hand in that proposal now or in an hour, you know Mr. Shin never looks at anything until after he's had his lunch."

"I can feel my body growing weaker with every passing second, Y/n, my vision is getting blurry, I can't feel my toes–" 

You roll your eyes as Jungkook dramatically slips off his chair, sinking to the floor between your desks. You place your pen down with a sigh, turning your head to find him already staring at you with wide, pleading eyes. 

"Are you really that hungry?" 

"Starving," Jungkook nods solemnly.

You spare your almost-finished proposal another glance. You know that Jungkook is right but the perfectionist in you hates to leave anything longer than you have to. Still, what difference will an hour make?

"Fine," You concede as you put your pen down, "Let's go get lunch." 

Jungkook lets out a victorious sound as he springs to his feet. He barely lets you grab your wallet before he pulls you out of your seat, throwing an arm around your shoulder to steer to toward the elevator before you can change your mind.

"So, what's the special today?" You ask as you both cram yourself into the open elevator, Jungkook's beefy frame providing some extra leeway from the other workers. You truly have no clue how his business casual attire has made it this long without ripping at the seams, you swear he's only getting more muscular with every passing week. 

"Pork belly," He gives you a sheepish smile.

"That explains the dramatics," You shake your head, smiling back at him.

You both hurry out of the elevator when it reaches the floor of the cafeteria, not wanting to get stuck in line behind everyone else. You pout as what must be a leopard hybrid slips past you, their natural gait so quick you only really catch sight of the tip of their black tail as they round the corner into the cafeteria. You and Jungkook are just regular old humans, so there is no competition there. 

As soon as you both have your food, with Jungkook's plate stacked so high you're worried it might topple over as you make your way through the cafeteria, you scan the crowd for a familiar set of antlers. You give Hoseok a bright smile as you spot him at an empty table, the deer hybrid is always quicker than the two of you to get out of his duties and grab a table. 

"There are my overachievers!" Hoseok greets you as you both take a seat. "Lunch started exactly seven minutes ago, why are you so late?" 

Jungkook lets out a sigh as he gets comfortable next to Hoseok, his chopsticks already loaded with meat as he says, "Y/n is working on another proposal." 

"Ah," Hoseok nods his head as if that explains everything, his reddish-brown hair bobbing along with the motion.

You childishly stick out your tongue, ignoring their laughter as you take a bite of your food. You don't mind their little jabs because you know they're right. You are an overachiever, but that's simply because you like what you do and you take pride in your work. It makes you happy when the ideas you've worked hard on get approved and implemented. 

"I do admire your work ethic, Y/n," Hoseok points out as he stuffs a lettuce wrap full of vegetables into his mouth. "I just don't relate. I'm only here for that sweet, sweet paycheck I get at the end of the month." 

Jungkook gives Hoseok a high-five. 

"Let me guess, you're only here to fund your figurine collection?" You raise an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

"You know me so well," Jungkook shoots you a finger heart, one you quickly redirect in Hoseok's direction with a swipe of your hand.

Jungkook lets out an affronted gasp as Hoseok snatches it up, clutching his hand to his chest as he mutters, "That's so mean. I'm never going to give you another finger heart ever again."

"That's fine by me, keep them for your waifus," You bicker back. 

Jungkook ducks as Hoseok laughs, the deer hybrid's antlers getting dangerously close to his face as Hoseok leans to the side. There's a reason you tend to sit across from Hoseok and not next to him - your reflexes aren't as good as Jungkook's. 

Hoseok's giggles taper off into an amused expression as he looks towards the cafeteria entrance, "Hm, there's certainly one person in this company that can relate to your ambitious nature."

You glance over your shoulder, your eyes immediately locking on to the person he was referring to. The other employees in the cafeteria part like the red sea as Park Jimin makes his way through the room, their expressions awed as they take in the hybrid's dashing looks. Today, Jimin's deep dark blue hair is swept to the side, revealing his unblemished skin and pretty features. His large wings are folded behind his back, the blue feathers showing off their purple tint whenever the sun hits them just right. All that to say, you think the most striking part about Jimin might be his violet-colored eyes. There's something about the color that just makes his gaze feel so intense – captivating, almost. 

"Come to think of it, the two of you would be perfect for each other!" 

Your attention snaps back to Hoseok so fast you hear something in your neck pop. You scowl at him, kicking his shin under the table as you hiss, "Do you secretly hate me or something? Don't ever suggest something like that again."

Hoseok throws his hands up in the air, confused.

"I'm sorry? I just figured you might enjoy being workaholics together, gods know Park is just as bad as you are."

"Hyung," Jungkook shakes his head, "Trust me, you do not want to see the two of them together in the same room. Just based on the tone of the emails they exchanged last year during a project, it's obvious they're not compatible. At all. I thought Y/n was going to break her keyboard in two with how hard she was hitting the keys every time she had to reply to him." 

The reminder makes you huff, your chopstick stabbing into a piece of pork belly with vengeance. You had tried to be courteous at first, to collaborate with him in a friendly manner fit for work, but it hadn't taken many exchanges before you realized that Park Jimin didn't deserve that. His emails oozed with cockiness and he always presented his ideas as if they were something you had already agreed on, instead of something to be considered. What you detested the most about that project was that Jimin's proposal was eventually picked over yours. The gloating smile he flashed you during the final meeting still makes your blood boil even now. 

"Oh, my bad," Hoseok grimaces, dropping the subject as he takes note of the displeasure on your face.

You sigh, turning to pick up a napkin as your gaze subconsciously seeks out Jimin in the room. He's made his way over to a table with what must be co-workers from his and Hoseok's department, his eyes forming crescent moons as he grins at something that's said.

You don't manage to look away before Jimin glances up and locks eyes with you. His expression turns smug as he catches you staring, his hand reaching out to cover the female employee's fingers that are curled around his arm. He says something that makes her swoon, her loud giggles carrying across the room. 

Your stomach sours as you watch them blatantly flirt, annoyed with how Jimin seems to have no decorum in general when it comes to work. Even the company couples know to keep it professional during office hours. 

You roll your eyes, turning back to watch Jungkook shovel the last of his meal into his mouth. 

With your appetite officially gone, you dap the napkin to your lips, scowling as you say, "I'd rather quit my job than ever work with him again." 

Shortly after lunch is over, you finally put the last touches on your proposal, ready to go hand it in. You look over the pages one final time, making sure they're all in order and neatly lined up before you slip them into a clear folder. Just as you place your hands on your desk, ready to push yourself up from your chair, the door to Mr. Shin's office unexpectedly opens. 

He claps his hands twice to get the attention of the department, the office falling silent as they all turn their eyes and ears to him. 

"Everyone, I require your attention for a moment."

You relax back down into your chair as Mr. Shin walks further into the office, making sure he's visible to all the employees who are scattered around. He glances at his watch, smiling to himself before he explains, "As of last month, it was decided that the company will be testing out a new work system where employees from certain departments will be moved around to promote better in-house collaboration. This will hopefully bring some new and fresh ideas to our projects and we hope to see your creativity and motivation flourish as a result." 

"We will be welcoming the top worker from the development department, one I am sure will bring a valuable new perspective to our team. Mr. Park, if you will–" 

A terrible feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as Park Jimin strides into the room, a perfectly pleasant smile painted on his deceitful face as he takes his place next to Mr. Shin. Jimin takes his time looking around the room, sharing smiles and soft greetings with the workers closest to him. His violet eyes seem to zero in on you when he finds your desk on the other side of the office, the wings behind his back ruffling slightly. You can only assume it means that he's as annoyed as you are to be sharing the same department.

You can feel your lips twisting into a scowl as you glance back at Mr. Shin, the older man smiling so brightly at Jimin you would almost think he hung the sun in the sky every morning.

"Wonderful! As you know, we have a new big project coming up and I previously asked you all to submit your proposals for how we should best promote this new venture. Although I'm sure you've all been working hard on your ideas so far, I can tell you now that you may scratch that task off your list."

You suck in a small breath, your fingers tightening around the folder in your grip. There's no way Mr. Shin has done something so unfair, it must be about something different–

"Mr. Park had a fantastic proposal, one I believe will take this project to new heights, so I would like to announce that his ideas have been chosen and that we are all in good hands with this new addition to our team." 

Your gaze involuntarily flickers back to Jimin as applause breaks out in the office. The bird hybrid doesn't seem to have looked away from you at all and that self-assured, cocky smile blooms on his lips as he no doubt sees the defeat on your face. 

You don't think you've ever despised a person more than you do Park Jimin. 

Jimin's taunting eyes are momentarily blocked from view as Mr. Shin goes to shake his hand, the rest of the office using it as their opportunity to go greet (or flirt with) their new team member. You look away, finding Jungkook staring at you with a slightly horrified expression.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry, I really didn't think that hour would make a difference," He pleads.

"It's not your fault, this must've already been decided a few days ago," You answer, trying your best to keep the annoyance out of your voice. Jungkook didn't do anything wrong after all.

With a sigh, you throw away your proposal, already knowing you're going to have to pick up a bottle of wine on the way home to keep yourself in check. Crying all night over a wasted proposal is out of the question, especially since you know Jimin would probably gloat about it if he ever found out.

"But if you do feel bad, I wouldn't mind something from your stash," You pout.

Jungkook scrambles to open his secret candy drawer, the one he always keeps locked whenever he steps away from his desk. For a man who works out so religiously, he sure has a terrible sweet tooth. 

You give him a soft thank you as he hands you one of your favorite bars of chocolate.

You sink in your chair, biting into the bar in hopes that the sweet taste will overpower some of the bitterness coating your tongue as you hear Jimin's airy laughter fill the room, the hybrid already more at home than you've ever felt in this department.

Tapping your foot, you internally groan over how slow the office printer is spitting out your papers. 

Your day already got off on the wrong foot. Turns out that drinking a whole bottle of wine by yourself was a bad idea on a weekday and it was with a splitting headache that you had to get dressed in a rush and sprint to get to your commute on time. With no time left for coffee before having to clock in, you've been left to nurse your pounding head down to a dull ache with just some water and aspirin graciously provided to you by Jungkook.

Safe to say, you're not having a good time today.  

So, it comes as no surprise that the printer suddenly decides to jam, the machine whirling loudly as it tries to unclog the stuck paper.

"Fuck, you have to be kidding me," You curse under your breath as you give the machine a frustrated kick. Could your day get any worse?

"Careful, Y/n, or I might have to report you to HR for destruction of property."

The sound of Park Jimin's voice right behind you makes you jump, your surprise causing you to whirl around so fast your own feet can't keep up. Jimin grabs your arm as you stumble back, his hold just enough to keep you from crashing right into the printer.

"Shit, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you okay?" 

It's the genuine worry in Jimin's voice that makes you glance at his face, his delicate features twisted with concern as he looks you over. You find yourself a little dumbstruck seeing Jimin up close for the first time, the words not leaving your mouth as you take all of him in. His violet eyes feel endless as you look into them, the darker hues around his iris creating an absolutely mesmerizing color. As Jimin shifts his weight, you notice for the first time that there are a few scattered feathers slicked back with the rest of his hair. The texture is just slightly noticeable nestled between his blue locks, the color just as deep as his wings. 

It's the sound of hushed murmurs that remind you of where you are, your arm still securely held in Jimin's warm grip. It's impossible to glance over Jimin's shoulder with how high the curve of his wings are, but a quick look around them confirms that you're being watched by two female employees. The pair of them have been following Jimin around all day, disrupting your workflow with their high-pitched giggles whenever he spared them an ounce of attention.

It's obvious that they're not happy that Jimin is talking to you and not them. So yes, it turns out that your day could, in fact, get worse. You have no intention of attracting their ire and certainly not because of Park Jimin. 

"I'm fine," You reply, shaking off his hand, "I'll go call IT for help." 

Jimin's feathers rustle uneasily as you move to walk back to your desk, his gaze traveling between you and the printer before his face suddenly lights up. 

"There's no need for that, Y/n, I'll fix it for you."

The cocky smile he sends you way makes a shiver travel down your spine, the spot on your arm still warm from where he held it. To Jimin's credit, he does seem to know what he's doing. It only takes a minute of him opening a panel before the printer stops complaining and whirls back to life, the rest of your papers slowly being pumped out onto the tray at the other end. 

Jimin dusts his hand off, smiling proudly as he says, "There you go." 

You collect your papers as the last one gets spit out, very aware that Jimin hasn't made a move to go back to his desk yet. You turn to face him, sighing internally as you see the expectant look on his face.

"... Thank you," You tersely say. 

Jimin's chest seems to puff out a little at that. His expression turns smug as he leans in a little closer, the tone of his voice flirtatious as he asks, "If you're feeling thankful, maybe you can buy me lunch? I would be more than happy to accept." 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Of course, you should've known that his ulterior motive would be to humiliate you more. You'd bring him to lunch and then what? He would probably talk your ear off about how much better he is and how his proposal was picked over yours – that he's more qualified for your job than you are.

You give him an unimpressed look back, gesturing to the two whispering employees as you say, "I'll pass. It seems your fan club is waiting for you and more than willing to buy you all the food your heart desires." 

Walking off before Jimin can reply, you ignore the dirty looks the women send you as you pass them by, your sights set on your desk. 

It turns out that today might be a perfect day for checking out that café Jungkook found on the other side of town, after all. 

With each passing day, you're becoming more and more confident that the universe is out to get you. 

It's only been a week since Jimin was transferred to your department but somehow, it has felt like a year. The hybrid is always within your line of sight and the gaggle of people following him around are really starting to disrupt your work and get on your nerves. Not even Jungkook's gentle singing is enough to drown out the constant hushed gossip and giggles echoing across the floor anymore.

You sink into your chair with a sigh, vexed by how you couldn't even escape Jimin's presence in the bathroom. The other women washing their hands and touching up their makeup couldn't stop gushing about how handsome and sweet and utterly kind he was – you almost felt a little bad that they had been so fooled by his faux persona.

Cunning and infuriating would be much more fitting adjectives to describe him with. 

"I think you got an email earlier," Jungkook mumbles, his eyes set on his computer screen. His brows are furrowed with concentration as he types out his workshop request. It seems that with Mr. Shin's increasingly happy mood now that Jimin's around, Jungkook has decided he might as well try to get it approved.

"Thanks."

You click on the blinking icon at the corner of your screen, and a tiny flash of hope surges through you as you notice the sender. Maybe Mr. Shin changed his mind about Jimin's proposal, or maybe he has something else for you to work on, something that will take you far, far away from the office–

Disbelief quickly crushes that sliver of hope as you read through Mr. Shin's email. He wants you to help Jimin. Apparently, some of the preliminary ideas you submitted to your supervisor ahead of your proposal would be a great asset to the new project, and Mr. Shin believes that sharing them with Jimin will strengthen the department's teamwork. 

Grinding your teeth, you find the old files and send them to print, holding yourself back from writing an unsavory reply that would most definitely get you fired. You can't believe you're being asked to help the enemy, the same man who snubbed you of the chance to even hand in your proposal in the first place. 

"I don't want to interact with him," You groan, rubbing your forehead. 

"Who?" Jungkook asks.

"Who do you think?" You deadpan, giving his chair a light kick.

"Well–" Jungkook lifts his glance away from his screen, craning his neck to peer over the divider. "He's not at this desk right now so if you hurry, you won't have to talk to him at all." 

You didn't notice it before, but the office has been suspiciously quiet for the past ten minutes, completely void of the hushed giggles that seem to accompany Jimin. Following Jungkook's lead, you slowly get out of your seat, glancing around the floor to make sure the hybrid is nowhere in sight.

Finding everything clear, you hurry over to the printer, thankful that it has decided to cooperate for once. Grabbing your papers, you beeline for Jimin's desk, hoping to drop them off and get out of there as quickly as possible. Just as you're about to slam the papers down and be done with it, the state of Jimin's desk freezes you in your tracks.

Everything is blue. All the supplies that could possibly be personalized – his pens, sticky notes, keyboard, mouse, even a small potted plant – are all in varying shades of blue. You can only deduce that it's a hybrid thing, something that has to do with his specific species. Or, well, maybe he just really likes blue. Either way, it's certainly not what you were expecting. 

It's the ding of the elevator announcing its arrival that snaps you back into motion, the sound of flirty laughter carrying into the office as its doors begin to open. You hastily leave the files on the side of his desk, careful not to disturb the placement of his things before scurrying back to your side of the department floor. You take your seat just as Jimin waltzes back into the office, the usual group of women and men following him around. 

"You'd think he was a god or something," You roll your eyes.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, way too nonchalant as he says, "I mean, he is handsome enough to be one." 

You turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow as you say, "Jeon Jungkook, did you just compliment the enemy?"

Jungkook gives you a sheepish smile in return, flicking the ends of his hair as he replies, "Beauty recognizes beauty, Y/n, it can't be helped." 

"You're right," You smile, all sweet, "I guess it also can't be helped that I now only have one friend in this company. But since Hoseok doesn't enjoy meat, I guess I'll just how to throw out all of the delicious cuts I got for our monthly dinner tomorrow – what a shame."

"Wait, Y/n!–" Jungkook scrambles in his chair, dragging himself closer to your desk. "I was just joking, you know that right? Please don't throw away the meat." 

You stare him down for a second, narrowing your eyes before turning back to your screen. "We'll see."

Despite your less-than-great eyesight, even you know that Jungkook is right. It pains you to admit it, but Jimin is beautiful. Even so, Jungkook should know not to praise that handsome, winged demon right in front of you.

So, you ignore Jungkook's puppy eyes in favor of your work, giving him a taste of the betrayal you just felt. You can never feign being upset with him for long but ten minutes?

That you can do.

Though, you suppose you should have known that Jungkook wouldn't let you get away with threatening his precious meat. 

"Jungkook–"

You roll your eyes as Jungkook's pout deepens, his head turning away from you dramatically.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll never joke around about pork belly ever again."

"Do you promise?" He huffs. 

Jungkook only turns to look at you once you promise that yes, you'll never do something like that ever again. His sunny demeanor is back the moment the words leave your lips, proving once again that you were right when you introduced him to Hoseok as a master manipulator. It's impossible to not feel like a monster when those doe eyes are staring at you with all the sadness in the world. 

You slowly begin to pack up your things as Jungkook chatters away about a new anime he's found, doing your usual steps as you log off and power down your computer. Just as you're about to clock out for the day, you hear your name being called from the other side of the floor. Getting out of your seat, you see Mr. Shin waving you over to his office, signaling that he wants to talk to you. 

"You should go ahead," You tell Jungkook as you leave your packed bag and coat at your desk. "I don't know how long this is going to take but I'll text you once I'm done."

"I'm holding you to that!" Jungkook wags his finger. 

You wave Jungkook goodbye for the day as you cross the floor, taking a deep breath to calm your sudden nerves. As you reach Mr. Shin's office, you softly clear your throat, pulling on your clothes to make sure you look presentable before knocking on his door. 

"Come in." 

You open the door as you hear Mr. Shin's muffled voice telling you to enter, the pleasant smile on your face faltering just the slightest as you notice that Park Jimin is already present.

"Sir, you called for me?"

Mr. Shin waves you closer to his desk, gesturing for you to take the seat next to Jimin. You keep your eyes forward, not daring to look at the hybrid lest you accidentally pull a face.

"Ah yes, it's about the new project. We reviewed the suggestions you proposed and decided that they would complement Park's ideas very well. With the spirit of department teamwork in mind, Mr. Park proposed that you would both work together on this project, sharing the responsibility."

"Oh, that's.." You trail off, not quite sure what to say. This was not what you envisioned when you entered the room.

You turn your head to look at Jimin, the bird hybrid sporting an unreadable expression. You can't tell if he's upset with the news or not – you can't imagine Park would be thrilled to be forced to spend time with you – but wait, did your supervisor say that–

"You asked for me?"

"Of course," Jimin nods, "It wouldn't be right to use your ideas without you on the team."

There's no trace of the usual cockiness you've come to associate with Jimin, nor any of that flirty demeanor. To your surprise, Jimin appears to be fully serious for once. 

"Right," You reply, at a loss for words. This was a twist you had not seen coming. 

"So, what do you say Miss Y/n? Would you like to collaborate with Mr. Park on this project?"

Frankly, working with Jimin is the last thing you want to do. But the fact that your ideas will be implemented in the project no matter if you're there to take credit for it or not, is what convinces you to jump head first into what's surely going to become your own personal hell for the next few months. 

You spare Jimin another glance, plastering on your best smile as you inform Mr. Shin that,

"I would love to, thank you for giving me this opportunity." 

The bird hybrid's chest puffs out minutely at your agreement, that sly smile returning to his lips.

You have no doubt that he has an ulterior motive for including you in his project. But no matter what Jimin decides to throw at you – you sure as hell won't be going down without a fight. 

a/n: welcome to this silly little fic! i've been wanting to write something more lighthearted for a while so this felt like the perfect story to do just that 💖 will the mc and jimin survive being stuck together for a project?? only time will tell (actually, you'll know in a few weeks lol)!

i would love to hear your thoughts so far and reblogs are very much appreciated 💖

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Moonchild | ot7 | Masterlist

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Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader  

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger? 

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au. 

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superdad | jjk

⏤ pairing: dilf!jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: parents au, established relationship, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: M

⏤ warnings: dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, long-haired!jungkook, jungkook with a bun, swearing, pet names, a lot of making out, fingering, nipples play, finger sucking, hickeys, penetrative sex, protected sex, creampie, and multiple orgasms

⏤ words: 6,551 (this was supposed to be 3k…) 

⏤ summary: eight weeks ago, you and jungkook became parents for the first time. adjusting to this new life as parents is for sure an uneasy task but you know you can count on each other. but there’s nothing sweeter than seeing jungkook taking care of your daughter, proving you over and over again that he’s a super dad.

⏤ author’s note: hello everyone! so this one shot comes as a thank you for supporting me for a year. it was supposed to be something else but then, i came up with this idea. this is just extra fluff with some smut but i guess i am just that kind of person that just loves fluff a lot. i hope you enjoy this fic and don’t hesitate to leave some feedback! ✨ love you all  💜

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Pounce

Description: Tiger!Taehyung x human!reader. You’ve been searching for the perfect hybrid companion for weeks, and when Taehyung enters your life, everything is better than you imagined. 

Warnings: Not really

Posted: 05/29/2019

Tags: Hybrid Taehyung, Human Reader, Tiger Taehyung

Fluff mostly: 4,107 words

A/N: For @kpopgirlbtssvt. 

Today was the day. You were determined that today would be the day you found and took home a hybrid companion. You refused to leave until you found the one that was compatible with you. The problem was that no one really jumped out at you. No one seemed interested in you, either, and they said that the best connections came from relationships that started with the hybrid as interested as the adopter. Most sniffed the air, looked at you curiously, then went back to ignoring your existence. Same as the last four shelters. You weren’t even being breed specific anymore. You stayed toward those that were adults because you didn’t want the responsibility of a child at this exact point in time. You wanted someone you could actually converse with and who wasn’t completely dependent on you. You still had work, after all, and while there were certain days of the week a hybrid was allowed to accompany their owner (you hated that word) to work (Tuesdays and Thursdays at your office), they would have to be on their own the other days of the week. You weren’t about to pay for hybrid day-care, it was more expensive than both regular daycare and puppy-daycare. The worker seemed nervous the longer it took for you two to find any potential hybrids. They had been boasting about having three or four hybrids per person that came in, and you had been skeptical given your other experiences. It was looking like they were going to be proven wrong. Three rooms later and your determination wasn’t faring as well as it had been. What if you just weren’t what a hybrid wanted? You wanted to think that you were nice, balanced, loving… “Let’s try the yard,” The worker finally said. You nodded, following them outside. There were more hybrids out here than inside, which was expected on a such a nice day. Some of the hybrids seemed to get nervous, skittering off. You looked around, waiting in place since it was important that they be able to smell you and approach you. A dog hybrid started tentatively coming over and relief started to wash over you. Then it jumped, glancing behind it and racing off. Your heart sank again. Wow. You actually were unlovable. The bushes rustled and the worker seemed to brace themselves. You frowned. Something leapt out of the bushes, past the worker and stopping in front of you. He grinned down at you, orange-striped ears flicking playfully to match the mirth in his eyes. His grin broadened and eyes became crescents. “Hi.” “Hello,” You responded, still surprised. “I’m Taehyung.” “Y/n.” He nodded. “Alright. Let’s go home.” He took your hand. “Um, what?” “Oh, sorry, I’m a tiger hybrid, and I’m your hybrid. No one else can have you, you’re my owner. Now can we go home?” His head tilted. You glanced at the worker. He looked surprised, but shrugged. “I can get the paperwork.” You nodded slowly. “Um, okay. Let’s go fill out the paperwork then. You’re okay with me being social, right? I like having friend over for games, dinner, movies…” Taehyung nodded. “Sure. I like games and movies and food. Guys?” “My closest friends are guys, mostly because they’re my neighbors. I went to highschool with some of them, and I was there when they adopted their hybrids. Oh, they have hybrids too.” “That’s okay,” He nodded. “I get along with just about all species. Mice seem a little wary of me.” You nodded. The paperwork went quickly, while Taehyung seemed to be saying goodbye to every single person in the building. But he was waiting cheerfully by the door once you were done with his suitcase, pillow, and backpack. “Ready?” You held up the papers. “Done.” “Collar?” You scrunched your nose. He sniffed and went to your jacket pocket, pulling it out and fastening it on himself after setting the pillow on the suitcase. “It’s required.” Then he grinned, his eyes disappearing. “This is a nice one, though. Thank you.” “It’s big enough?” You asked, finally looking at it. He nodded, sticking a couple fingers between it and his neck. “I like the velvet. Nice touch, very nice on the neck.” You relaxed a bit. “What do you want for dinner?” His eyes lit up. “I can choose?” “Sure.” “Anything?” “Within reason, but yeah, we can splurge tonight since it’s a special day.” He shifted. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” “Okay, what?” “Venison,” He replied. You froze. “Deer?” He nodded. You slowly nodded as well. “I’ll have to look up somewhere we can buy venison. And I’ve never cooked it before, so it’ll be an adventure for both of us.” “Yay! Let’s go!” He turned toward his stuff. You held out your hand. “I can take something.” He contemplated, then handed you the pillow that seemed to have other things stuffed in it as well. “This is lightest.” You smiled and led the way out to your beater. “Not the best car, I know, but it runs and I’m saving up for a new used car.” He just shrugged. “Does the job.” You nodded, popping the trunk for him. “I figure you want this with you?” He nodded, taking it after he closed the trunk and hugging it to his chest even as he climbed into the car. You got in and buckled up, checking to make sure he was wearing his seatbelt as well before pulling out of the parking spot. “Okay, we’ll get groceries after dropping off your stuff at my apartment, that’ll give me a chance to see if I have a recipe in my cookbooks for venison so that we at least know what cut of meat we need.” “Ok. Are we sharing a room?” You blinked rapidly. “Um…well, I have the second bedroom—” “I’m a cuddler. Can’t sleep alone.” He seemed to be smiling a little. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?” He grinned. “Nope.” You laughed a little. “Where do you work?” “I’m an office manager. You can come in with me every Tuesday and Thursday.” “Really?” “Company policy. And I have my own office so if you don’t like other coworkers’ hybrids you can still be with me without them bugging you.” He bounced a bit in his seat. “Yay! Do you work on weekends?” “Every second Saturday, usually half days. Just to keep on top of everything.” He fiddled with the radio, checking out your settings, then the CD you had in the player, smiling the whole time. “Cool.” He watched the scenery go by for a while. You both listened to the CD for a couple songs before you pulled into your parking spot. “Here we are. I live on the fourth floor. The apartments there are bigger than the other floors, so while other floors have four apartments per floor, the fourth only has two. I have the smaller of the two, and the four of the guys share the other. The other two guys live below them. The three hybrids tend to congregate in the big apartment, play games and enjoy each other’s company. We can ease into it, though—” “No! That sounds perfect!” He hopped out and hurried to the trunk, handing you his pillow again as he got his suitcases. “Can we meet them today?” “Um, sure? I can text the guys and we can meet them after dinner.” He bounced a little. “Cool! Thanks.” You smiled, feeling lighthearted and happy since he seemed so happy. He slid into your apartment ahead of you and eagerly started looking around, leaving his suitcases in the entry. You chuckled and moved the suitcases out of your way so you could drop your shoes and get into the apartment. You set his pillow on one of the chairs, watching him carefully. He was currently checking out the view from your windows, and smelling the curtains. He looked carefully at your living, dining, and kitchen areas, then wandered down the halls after grabbing his pillow. He came back out a moment later and grabbed his suitcases. “I’ll keep my clothes in the guest bedroom.” You nodded. “That’s fine.” He went back to the rooms again. You went to the bookshelf and pulled all four cookbooks from the shelf, heading to the reference section to see if there were venison recipes. Looked like it was a good thing you had gone first thing in the morning to pick a hybrid. All of the recipes were calling for long cooking times. Tae was suddenly beside you, startling you momentarily, but he flashed you a smile. “Sorry. Find anything?” “They all call for long cooking times or marination, so we should hoof it. So, stew or tenderloin?” “Mmm, can we try tenderloin and turn the leftovers into stew?” You nodded. “Sure, or we can do both.” “Really?” “I mean, hopefully we like the taste of venison. If not, I’ll try to disguise the taste. Make them into tacos or mix it with beef or something.” You jotted down a list of groceries to get. You had held off getting them in case you needed to get specific foods for your hybrid, tailoring for herbivore mixes or carnivore mixes. “What veggies do you like?” He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I’ll eat cooked carrots. And broccoli. Spinach. I like kimchi.” “Kimchi isn’t technically a vegetable, it’s just made with vegetables. What kind of kimchi?” He shrugged. You sighed. “Okay, well, I don’t know much about making kimchi, but jimin’s mom always sends him more than can eat on his own. I’ll just ask him if we can take some when he offers next time we see him.” He nodded, snuffling at your hair. You smiled. “You really aren’t shy.” He shrugged. “I like you. You smell…perfect.” “Thank you.” You sidestepped, but he seemed to anticipate it, moving with you. You peered up at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Grocery store? Food?” He nodded, then tucked his nose into your neck, nuzzling a little before chuffing softly. You were a little surprised by the sudden move, but you were also aware that hybrids needed physical touch and affection. Especially when they’re first adopted. So you reached up and threaded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. He melted into your touch, arms wrapping around your waist. “Thank you for getting me out of there.” You nodded. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy being in there. I hope you’ll be happy here.” He pulled back, meeting your eyes and looking at you softly. “I will.” “Is that so?” He nodded. You reached up and smoothed his hair. “Come on. Let’s go get groceries.” He smiled, eyes closed. “Okay.” He held onto your hand and let you lead him back out of your apartment and to the car. The grocery store had his attention right away as he zeroed in on the meat department and looked over every cut of meat while you talked to the butcher about venison. While he was distracted you also got some roasts, a turkey, and some different cuts of pork since it was on sale. You practically had to drag him away from the meat isle and over into produce, but he did seem to take an interest in fruits. Strawberries especially, but also blackberries and melons. He pouted when you grabbed different vegetables, and wrestled peppers out of your grasp to put back on the pile. “I can’t do spicy food.” He growled softly, then his eyes lit up. “Watermelon!” You watched in amusement as he fawned over the large melons, sniffing and knocking on them until he found one that he deemed perfect and looked to you for permission. You nodded. He grinned and brought it over, setting it in the cart like it was a baby. The snack isle was interesting. You were good with things like peanuts and popcorn, but he was examining every single snack to carefully pick one. You sighed, going over the list you had to figure out what else you still had to grab. He would need his own shampoo and conditioner since hybrid hair/fur was different from human hair, but that was something he should pick out. You weren’t sure what he had for clothing, but you partially hoped he would be okay with maybe some basic t-shirts until you could build up your savings again. Sock and underwear. “What are you doing?” “Thinking of what you may need,” You answered, looking to see what snack he got. “Ready?” He nodded. “What else might I need?” “Well, shampoo and conditioner, soap, and I don’t know if you need any clothing. Like socks or underwear?” He nodded a little. “I need some of those.” You nodded as well. “We’ll head over and you can pick them out, then we’ll go to health and beauty and get the rest.” “Okay. Can I hold your hand?” “Well, I need both to push this cart. It seems to have a mind of its own,” You told him, a little worried since you knew it was important for him. He nodded, though, and grabbed the sleeve of your shirt at the elbow instead. “This works too.” You relaxed a bit and led the way through the store, pausing by the outdoor supplies. “Do you want any sort of…toys?” His eyes lit up and he nodded. “Is there a place to play outside?” “The roof, the other hybrids like to go up there on nice days while we’re at work, and sometimes we have picnics out there.” He grinned, but then seemed to focus. “Well, I don’t know what is already there. So let’s wait on that, and then if there’s something that I really want to play with, can we come get it?” You nodded. “Cool. Thanks, y/n.” He briefly, gently, nuzzled your cheek, then bounced on his toes a couple times before practically skipping ahead to the mens section while you trailed after, watching the aisles to see if there was anything you might want to get him eventually. And you totally didn’t stop by the pet supplies and get a huge container of catnip. Never. He came back with socks, underwear, and two packages of basic shirts, one white and one black, with a questioning look. You gestured for him to put them in the cart, then headed toward the beauty section, ducking into the hybrid specific isle and looking through the products. He was smelling each and every one, gravitating toward the colorful ones first, pacing up and down the isle. You were looking at the ingredients. “Tae, this line is all-natural.” His ears swiveled toward you and he set the bottle he was smelling back on the shelf before pouncing to the spot next to you. He looked over the containers first, then smelled the four different ones from that brand before deciding on hair products that smelled like “milk & honey” and plain-smelling bodywash, with a citrus-y facewash that he seemed really excited about. You also got him a brush, a new toothbrush (because he wasn’t sure when he last replaced it and seemed surprised when you told him that they needed to be replaced every 3-4 months), toothpaste (you were almost out and he was pickier than you were), and a bottle of lotion. “Alright, anything else you want? Candy bar? Cookies?” He grabbed a chocolate bar then pointed to a bottle of juice with huge eyes. You nodded, smiling. “Grab me one, too.” He grinned and darted toward the cooler while you started unloading groceries onto the conveyor. He came back, going to the end to load the loaded bags into the cart. He looked happy, though you hadn’t actually seen him sad or upset the whole time you had known him, which was about two and a half hours now. You seriously hoped that this would work out, you liked Taehyung so far. You just weren’t sure you could handle any surprises after seeing him like this. Which would be terrible. You’d be like all those people you criticized. But when he smiled at you, it reached his eyes, and he seemed truly content even though he barely knew you. But then again, according to your hybrid friends, hybrids could tell how they would get along with a person on smell alone. And his smile made you want to smile, and you found you already were smiling back. You took the receipt and let Taehyung push the cart out to the car. He paused, waiting for you to catch up when he noticed another hybrid. You gave him a curious look. “I still smell like the shelter, it can make other hybrids nervous if they don’t clearly see an owner,” He said softly. “Especially with my breed.” You hooked your arm in his at the elbow, bumping his arm with your head. He looked down at you and smiled, blinking slowly. The two of you passed the other hybrid and its owner without incidence. At home, Taehyung spent most of his time exploring almost every nook and cranny, drawer and cabinet in the house. Lunch consisted of sandwiches, which he seemed happy about, then you sat down with your coloring pages and pencils and started working on those while he took a shower. He came out in a t-shirt and sweats and sprawled across the couch and you, effectively stopping your coloring. You laughed a little. “Hi.” He grinned back. “Hi. Pet me.” You rolled your eyes, but obliged, sliding your fingers through his thick hair, curling behind his ears and rubbing gently. He seemed to get even heavier, eyes squinting with how big he was smiling, making soft chuffing sounds. You could get used to this. ——— Sleeping with him was probably the most noticeable change to you. You weren’t used to sleeping with someone else, much less being held by someone else. But there were other things you noticed as well. Like how he was fine with your friends and neighbors, got along great with them and had no issue with them being around you (to a certain extent, he definitely got jealous if you pet Yoongi, Hoseok, or Jungkook too much) but other men were not welcome. When he was at your work he would socialize and such, but if you were talking with a male coworker, you could be certain that Taehyung would choose that time to hug onto you. And he always sniffed you carefully on the days he didn’t go to work with you. And he seemed absolutely sullen today, refusing to even talk to you after smelling a stranger on you. He had even growled at you before telling you to take a shower and wash the smell, almost like you had cheated on him or something. Which was ridiculous since you had just had dinner with your cousin that you hadn’t seen in a while. But he didn’t let you explain, locking himself into the guest bedroom with music blaring until you finally gave up and went to bed. He didn’t come out in the morning, though you knocked and told him breakfast was ready, told him it was Tuesday and that if he wanted to come to work with you he had to get up. Told him you were leaving. And of course it was a miserable day when you wished you had had Taehyung there, especially since you ended up having to deal with HR. You chucked your purse at the chair the moment you entered the apartment, then noticed the three hybrids chilling on the couch with alarmed expressions. “Sorry,” You muttered, stalking to your bedroom to get out of the uncomfortable clothes. He slipped in, closing the door again as you glanced back. “What happened?” “Jeff from accounting.” He growled lowly. “What did he do?” “Got fired,” You answered shortly, not wanting to go through all of that again. “And now I have to change and get dinner ready because we have a guest coming over tonight.” “What?! Wait, y/n, what happened at work? Who’s coming to dinner?” You ignored him like he had ignored you for most of the day, heading to the kitchen and getting everything you needed for dinner out. “How did he get fired? What did he do to you? Who’s coming to dinner? Why are you ignoring me?” “So you know how it feels,” You muttered, aggressively swinging the blade at the watermelon to pierce the skin. “Look, I have a lot to do before our guest arrives. Why don’t you and the others go to Hobi’s place and finish your movie?” He was quiet for a minute or two, then went over to the others and whispered something. They left, but he came back in, gently taking the knife from you and continuing to cut up the watermelon so that you could work on dinner. He didn’t say another word, and neither did you. When the buzzer went off, you let your cousin in without a word, noticing a growl of uneasiness from Taehyung. You took a deep breath and composed yourself, then when there was a knock on your door, you opened it with a tired smile. “Hey, Jay.” He hugged you, then pulled away quickly when you both heard a snarl. You whipped around pushing Taehyung away from your cousin. “Taehyung, stop it!” “You invited him here?!” He glared past you. “Taehyung!” You jerked him until he looked at you. “That’s my cousin, Jay. And yes, I invited him here yesterday, which I would have told you earlier if you hadn’t been ignoring me.” All the fight drained from him. “Your…cousin?” “Yeah,” Jay confirmed, folding his arms. “My boss sent me here on business and my wife always worries about me not eating well so she asked y/n to make sure I at least had dinner yesterday and today. Yesterday was a bit last minute. Hope it didn’t mess your eating schedule up too much.” “So…you’re not dating him?” “That’s called incest, and no! Living with you is enough for me, thank you very much.” You gestured for Jay to take a seat at the table. “Water, Jay?” “Yeah.” You set a glass of water down in front of him and a glass of milk at Tae’s spot. “Sit, Tae.” Taehyung did as he was told, sitting down sullenly and was somewhat quiet all of dinner, though he really did seem excited about the stories of your childhood that Jay told. By the end of the evening the tiger had relaxed and kept turning apologetic eyes toward you. After Jay left, Taehyung attached himself to you. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bear the thought of you dating someone else. Not when you’re—” He cut himself off, eyes going wide. You pursed your lips. Nancy had been right. Damn you, Nancy. You and your subpar brownies and your real housewives obsession. “When I’m what?” “Um, nothing, never mind—” “Taehyung, is it true that hybrids can smell their true mate?” His tail started flicking agitatedly and he was looking everywhere but you. As if he thought that you hadn’t noticed him pressing little kisses into your skin when he thought you were asleep, or the way he looked at your body, or felt your body in an ‘innocent’ way as he tried to get comfortable at night. As if you could think about another man, when there was one there every night to listen to you and talk to you and hold you safely in his arms. “Um…yeah…yeah, some can.” You folded your arms, waiting for him to look at you. He did for less than a second, then again when he realized you were waiting for him, finally holding your gaze with trepidition. You walked over to him, looking up into his eyes. “You know, you owe me an apology.” “I know, I’m so sorry, y/n.” You nodded. “I forgive you. Just, listen before you leap, okay?” “Okay,” He answered, shoulders relaxing fractionally. You went on tiptoe and pecked his lips before heading to your room. “I’m putting on pajamas. Can you turn on that show we’ve been binging?” “Yeah,” He replied, sounding winded. You smiled to yourself, not bothering to close the door as you changed. You went back out and he was sitting rigidly on the couch. You grabbed a blanket and went over, curling up next to him and covering both of you with a blanket. He gulped audibly. “Um, y/n…” “Yes?” You asked, leaning forward to set your phone on the table. “You…you’re okay with…being my perfect mate?” You nodded, keeping your gaze on the screen. “Yup.” “You don’t have any questions?” “Nope.” “You’re not at all weirded out by this?” “Nope.” “Are you sick?” “No, now shush. It’s starting.” You wiggled a little, getting more comfortable. He paused it, sliding out from under you (which earned a protesting squeak from you) and sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “Just like that?” “Just like what?” “You accept it like it’s nothing?” “Of course not. It’s everything. It’s everything we’ve been doing since you came home with me and more that we haven’t worked up to.” “How long have you known?” “Since Nancy from marketing opened her big mouth a couple weeks ago. I just assumed you’d talk to me about it eventually but when you threw that big jealousy fit I decided to end this little Irish Jig and make it abundantly clear that I know exactly what I am to you and that I’m not taking it lightly. You’re the only man in my life. The guys don’t count. They’re…the guys. You’re Tae, the tiger hybrid that pounced on my heart the moment we met and never let go.” His eyes were huge. “Was that the dramatic response you were looking for?” You asked, sitting up and forward and touching your nose to his. He slid the tip of his nose along the side of yours as he tilted his head and leaned in, kissing you properly for a moment before pulling away. His whole demeanor was more relaxed, softer and happier. “Yeah. It was.” You smiled, laughing a little. “Such a drama-king. Come cuddle now. We have so many episodes to get you through so that you’re caught up to me and we can watch the newest season.” He picked you up, chuckling as you squeaked in surprise, and sat down. He set you on his lap, kissing your cheeks and neck before settling again and hitting play. “Mine. My mate.” “Yes, yes. Your mate. Now shush, this is important information.” He settled in, tail wrapping around both of you, with a kiss to your cheek and a squinty-eyed smile. “But you’re my mate.” “And you need this information to understand—! Argh! Now we have to rewind!” “Or we could watch it tomorrow,” He said, turning the TV off. You shifted to face him better. “And what would we do now?” He pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Explore.”

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[thegabbyh]

The One (Part I)

Part I –> Part 2

Genre: Hybrid!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut in the future

Paring: TaehyungXreader

Word-count: 2,9K

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, forcing, animalistic feelings

Summary: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

A/N: HAHA, I might look a bit like a copy cat since others have been writing about hybrid!au related stories, but I’ve actually liked the idea of the genre a lot, so sorry not sorry <3

Masterlist

‘I get what?’

You stare wide-eyed at the man in front of you, somewhat irritation running through your system. You’re genuinely confused to this request of your boss. It’s not something you’d normally get for the christmas days at work. Regularly, it’s just a box full of food and extra nobody-needs-that things. You’ve never wanted a christmas box anyways, you never use all the tools and mostly you even give it to the homeless.

‘Come on ___, everyone these days wants one.’ He chuckle, nudging your side as he smirked down at you. You hate that smirk of his, he always want to tease without a good reason. It’s as if he always needed to hamper you, though you let him notice you’re not into his bullshit that day. But at the end, he’s still your boss. You can’t do anything about his tremendous deportment.

‘I don’t need a hybrid in my house, so no thanks.’ You sigh, deciding on turning around, but your boss only called for you to hold there. ‘You don’t have a choice, have a nice christmas ___!’

You scoff, now not hesitant on rushing out of that room. Sometimes you don’t even know why you became a part of this pesky enterprise. It pays well, yeah, but this has a thousand too much problems within. Their problems are mostly on the social-part. It’s the way they treat employees, particularly women, who they like to impede. With ‘they’ , is meant the fewer higher-standing employers. But whatever you might disagree about, it still pays well, over average. And in your position, you could use some money to keep up your own living.

Suddenly your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. When you see the message of a shipping oganisation, knowing it wasn’t your doing, you began to internally scream. You can’t believe this fucktard of a boss litterally sends you this so-called hybrid to your house, no announcing or anything. You’ve never wanted a hybrid to even begin with.

It’s not that you hate hybrids individually, it’s just the matter on ’why’ they were made. You know that these hybrids are also human beings, converted to this inhuman rase. Not only do they break nature’s law, they also treat hybrids like complete garbage. Most people want them to help with their own lacking desire of affection. It’s sad, truly, but the most sad of them all is that the hybrids have no idea. They think it’s just the way life goes. Getting raped every single day? No problem, if that’s what you have to do to please your owner. It’s sickening, knowing this sort of extraordinarily abuse exists. Unbelievable.

You race over the highway in your car, making fast work on getting yourself home. You want to send the hybrid back as fast as possible, you don’t want to support this kind of mutated human, not when there is too much wrong about it. It’s a form of rebelling, indirectly showing your opinion on this. You want them to feel free, to feel loved like other humans. It’s almost as if they have less right than a cat or a dog, though they are human like the rest. If they only would realize that it wasn’t the right way to live your life, they would revolt and you would be a 100% supporter of that

You arrive at your house, immediately noticing a man standing in front of your house, hands folded over one another. He wears a kind smile, like he just delivered a small package, but in reality he just delivered you a whole human being. You can see the well-known uniform of the hybrid-company, called Hy-Tech, disgusting.

’The hybrid is in the back of the truck, should I get hi-.’

‘No, I don’t want ‘him’. It was a present of my workplace, but really I don’t need one. Still thanks though.’ You’d cut him off, walking straight past the shocked-looking guy. You struggle on getting your keys out, wanting to avoid the awkward silence between the unknown person and you.

‘Sorry miss, but we can’t take him back, at least not the same day.’ You can hear his wavering tone, somewhat scared for your reaction. From what he has noticed, you’re rather a spicy girl. And he is right, because you almost want to smack your keys to his head when those words left his mouth. Still, you try to keep yourself calm and steady, turning around with all the continence you have left in your bones.

‘When can I return him?’

‘Two weeks is the minimum. Mostly it’s used to see if the owner likes the hybrid, if not, it will be exchanged for a better one-.’ He almost drifts off ‘But, you can also just wait and then return him.’

You let out a deep sigh, lifting up you hand to massage your head for a small second to think. It’s not like there’s a lot to think about, you don’t have any choice. Two weeks isn’t long, so it’s somewhat doable. It’s just, you’re furious about the cause, your boss. Couldn’t he at least tell you? Ask you?

‘Okay… I guess I don’t have a choice.’ You sigh, nodded for the guy to get the hybrid, the poor thing. The guy smiles genuinely, probably just happy he didn’t had to disappoint his boss with an unhappy customer. He walks up to the back of his truck, opening it and smiling at the hybrid inside. He nudges his to get out, encouraging. You let out another sigh, again feeling a drill of irritation flowing through your body. Now you think about it, your boss must think that you’re some lonely loser who needs a fucking hybrid to fulfill your needs or something. What kind of creepy thoughts does this guy even have about you?

Then the hybrid finally steps out of the truck, looking around to take in his surroundings. You cock your head to the side as the hybrid and the man approaches you. He is… beautiful. It’s no doubt, his eyes, hair, body, lips, nose, you could go on and on. But then again, they must be made to be beautiful. thereby, they are here to please you, also your eyes.

‘Hi…’ He says shyly, looking away from you. You have to admit, he is really cute and you nod your head in return at him to greet him. You analyze his hybrid features, vastly noticing it’s some kind of cat, probably a lion or something, since his ears are yellow and so is his tail. His tail also has a little fluffy hair bundle at the tip. He wears a big sweater with black tight jeans, casually clothed, making him more adorable for his owner. Pathetic.

’So, there isn’t much you need to know about hybrids since you will be returning him again.’ The ears of the hybrid sprang up as he wears a really sad expression by hearing the words of the man, your heart sinking immediately. He must be very sad that you don’t want him, as if he is just a object, as if he’s lacking. How could this bastard say that in front of the hybrid himself? Like he isn’t part of the conversation. Fucking hell, this gets you so damn mad. You clench your jaw as you kept your eyes on the guy, having a stern glare.

‘He needs to eat and drink like any other human. He also needs some medicine for his heat, which he gets next week. Unless you’s want him to-.’

‘No.’ You cut him off again, not at all feeling the need to want any sexual things from this hybrid. You can take care of your sexual frustrations yourself, which is clubbing.

‘Well, then you need these pills.’ He gave you a small bag, white pills piled on one another. ‘He needs it once a day.’ You nod  as you put the bag in your jacket pocket. ‘That was it I guess, you can call me any time you need me.’ ‘There will be no need.’ You answer, now turning around and signaling for the hybrid to go with you, sighing a soft ‘for fucks sake’ under your breath.

Once the both of you were inside, warmth embracing your bodies, you pull off your jacket and shoes and the hybrid did the same as he just copied your doings. Then a question suddenly shot through your head.

‘Fuck, what’s your name?’

His eyes shot up at you with confusion written all over his face. He shrugs, literally not knowing his name. ‘I don’t have a name yet, you need to give me one.’ He says. Anger again began to boil within you. How can’t he even have his own name? Everyone has a name, it’s not possible for him not to know his own name at this point.

‘Didn’t they give you a name, ever?’ You say, now slightly interested in his background story. You’d like to know how his past life went, if he got treated well. You can’t imagine him, this sweet angel with a boxy smile, being abused, tossed around like a no one.

’They called me kitty, you can call me that too if you want.’ He says, giving you a small smile before focussing his gaze on the ground again. Then you noticed, as he looks at the ground, he is just having a straight face. As if he isn’t allowed to look at you? You run your hand through your hand, calming yourself.

‘No.’

He frowns, now giving you little glances up at you, but quickly looked back down at the floor. He is confused, why are you reacting like this? His past owners always were overjoyed and immediately wanted to use him for many different things. But he could sense you didn’t want any of it, you were different. You also gave him some kind of dominant vibes, so maybe you were just immense strict towards him, maybe wanting him on his knees to beg you? What do you want?

‘Look up at me, never look down ever again.’

He obeys, looking up at your eyes, still confused. You take his hand, carefully taking him to the couch and sitting him down. You’re mad, but still, you can’t blame him. You need to be careful with him, show him what real love is so he might want to escape and never return from this world. Maybe you can change his few on this world.

’Do you have a particular name you like a lot?’

‘Taehyung… I like that name… a lot.’ He almost looks scared to speak his own mind. He hesitates in his sentences a lot. He can’t even have his own opinion, fucking bullshit. It’s all bullshit, if you’d ask. How much you’d like to go back in time to where the hybrids got invented and just ruin it all, destroying all their new-found inventions.

‘Okay Taehyung, I’m ___, we’re going to make a few things straight in this house.’

He nods, a bit confused to why you would name him his preferred name, are you just being nice so he would have to pay it back later in bed? Is this some test? To show you that he is a great pet? Because you already wanted to throw him out the moment he walked up to you and you hadn’t even looked at him yet. But the way you’re treating him made him confused. you disliked him so much in the first place, what got your mind to change like that?

‘First, you can go out whenever you want, I don’t mind, just don’t go too far because you will lose track on your path. Secondly, you may eat whatever you’d like, just look in the kitchen if you want anything and you can grab it, just don’t eat my whole fridge away. Thirdly, you can be casually with me. Fourthly, I don’t want anything from you, with that I mean your body. You can be free here.’

Your four simple ways around your house got his head dizzy. He never has been treated this way and he couldn’t really find a reason to why you would be different. Of course, he isn’t complaining, he just can’t stop thinking that’s it’s a trick and you will be throwing him out any minute now. It’s his biggest fear as a hybrid, being left alone and back in his own cell again, waiting for the next owner. To him, a home is way better than the cells the hybrids have to live in while they are in the between-owners period. It gets him chills, thinking back to those cells.

‘O-Okay…’

You smile at him, hand reaching up to pet his ears, which hadn’t stopped twitching with confusion, but now eased down as you kept petting him. The feeling isn’t foreign to him, but it still has been a long time since he has been petted, and to your information, he loves it. So it wasn’t a surprise that he purr immediately formed, head leaning into your hand, eyes still wide open as he didn’t yet dare to relax with you. What is he makes the wrong move? Will you punish him?

‘Relax, I won’t hurt you.’ You try to assure him and he eventually does, closing his eyes and head laying down on your lap, loud purr heard. This place suddenly felt like heaven to him, as if he has finally find his destination, a good owner. He can’t stop admiring you all of a sudden, loving your smell, the way your hands slide over his ears as you turn on the television. You don’t mind him having on your lap, it’s adorable and you see how much he needs this. He obviously never really had the chance to relax, so you wouldn’t mind showing him how life also could be. Thereby, you’re extremely tired and you just want to relax, you will deal with your new accompany the next day.

He turns around to face you on your lap, arms making their way around your waist as he couldn’t help himself anymore, affection drilling through his body by your touch. It’s so overwhelming, feeling so satisfied after many years of being a ‘slave’. He just wants to keep being in your arms, resting his head on your lap.

‘Aren’t you cold?’ You say as you feel a slight breeze in your apartment, thinking that he might be cold from it. You know that cats like warmth, since you had a cat when you were younger and still lived at home, so maybe lions do too. He shakes his head no, but you didn’t take his response as an answer, still standing up and getting a thick blanket for the both of you to lay under. When you came back and laid the blanket over his body, you notice his big boxy smile, purr as loud as always. You sit down next from him as you took the blanket over your body too, nudging him to come closer to you and so he does. He lays his body close against you, arms again around your waist as he watches along with the series you had zapped to.

‘___, are you testing me?’ He suddenly asks and you just shake your head, hand coming up to pet his hair slightly, reassuring that everything is okay and that he can relax for the upcoming 2 weeks, because you’re still not planning on keeping him. But maybe, just maybe, you will let him stay? He thought. If he’s just really good to you, you might reconsider your choice?

‘Just relax tonight, Taehyung. Nothing will happen, I won’t ever play with you like that, I’m not like that.’ You sigh, hand returning to your own lap. He feels relieved. You’re so different from most people and he just can’t wait for you to open up more to him, showing your real nature to him. Because, as he feels your skin on his, he feels something strange. Something he never felt before and he didn’t know it was just affection or something stronger than that, talking about his mate. Mating is still something very big in this system of hybrids, since it’s a big turn on for the humans, wanting to be mated with a hybrid. It’s fucked up, yeah, but humans like it, getting owned by something with a big animalistic drive. Like with heaths, humans enjoy those the most out of everything.

‘Never leave me.’ He mutters, genuinely meaning the words and making your heart break. You can’t, you don’t want to. You’ve always been against it. Always. You can’t just take a turn on your opinion because of him… But still, he seems to have this effect on you when he lays close to you, it somewhat gets you dizzy. Maybe it’s just the effect a hybrid has on its owners. Whatever it is, it makes you want to be closer to him, cuddle up to him and hold him. You try to fight back as much as possible and that eventually works. You’re not that weak, you know how to stop. But others don’t. What if he goes back, to that centre and then eventually to another horrible owner? You can’t let him go back there, not knowing that he will go somewhere terrible. 

It has only been the first hour and you feel as if you’ve fallen into a deep ravine. Boy oh boy, this is going to be a whole new adventure.

A/N: I hope y'all liked it!

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[Kim Tae Hyung x Reader x Jeon Jung Kook]

Tired of being alone for so long, you finally decide to adopt a hybrid. No more loneliness for you and a safe and secure home for them. But you don't know what's in store for you when you enter the adoption centre, and come across two certain hybrids—one who flinches even at the slightest sounds and another, who can't even look you in the eye without wanting to disappear from view. And maybe because you wanted them to feel loved (like they deserved)—you decide to adopt them both. You would protect them. But the question was: will they accept you?

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The small hybrid crawled out of the large cage, tail hugging his waist as he stared at the floor in fear of the people around him. I leaned down so I was level with him, running my fingers through his soft brown locks, being careful of his sensitive ears. He flinched at the contact, although I had somewhat expected the reaction, having read through his papers and seeing the abuse he’s dealt with.

“Hi sweetie…” I whispered, watching his jet black ears twitch as my palm lightly touched them.

His eyes stayed locked on the ground, not daring make eye contact with another possibly abusive owner.

“Taehyung! Stop being rude!” The assistant showing me around snapped, causing his teary eyes to look up at me almost instantly.

“Hey, don’t yell at him!” I snapped back, watching the assistant perse her lips together.

I moved to sit down on the floor, pulling one of his little hands into my own. Hesitantly, he crawled onto my lap as I pat my legs for him to come. He curled into a ball as his eyes flickered shut. A smile graced my face as I softy pet his back, hearing deep purrs escape him.

“I’ll take him.” I whispered to the assistant, placing a kiss to his soft cheek. A smile stretched his lips and his eyes became little crescents.

“Thank you.” He whispered, arms wrapping around my waist.