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Choco Bun: 3

Choco Fudge

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

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

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

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

— Status: Completed

— Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, verbal insulting (bullying), underlying threats, mentions of murder

— Word Count: 7.7k

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**AUTHORS NOTE**

Here’s chapter 3! If I’m being honest...not a huge fan of this chapter. That’s why it took me so long to finally post for you all. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it for what it’s worth and look forward to future chapters! :D

Also this is like completely unedited...so please forgive any mistakes T_T I’ll come back an fix it soon, promise!

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When you walked out of your apartment you were met with none other than Mr.Choi again. He looked just as happy and cheerful as always, him unexpectedly and unexplainably becoming your chauffeur since the first time you met him. You had protested to Namjoon the following day, claiming that you didn’t deserve such illustrious treatment, but you caved when he dismissed you and those irresistible dimples appeared. Curse that face of his and his way with words. So here you were being driven around in a car you had to look up to find out how expensive it was. Luckily though, Mr. Choi never made you uncomfortable and always eased your worries and concerns. Ultimately, if nothing else you made a really nice friend from the whole ordeal.

When Mr. Choi finally reached the estate; you weren’t surprised by how extravagant and vast the property was. Given the amount of money they make hourly as well as the fact they house seven grown male dragon hybrids, it only made sense their home was so large. Add the fact they host gatherings and meetings and you’d expect nothing less. However, where you used to live, houses this big did not exist anywhere in sight. They were gated off similar to this but they looked more like mobile homes compared to the mansion sitting in front of you.

Traditional decor cooperated beautifully with a modern touch with every architectural design your eyes laid on. Hints of the lawn, the roads, and the surrounding garden were made clear that a professional hand took great care of it daily. Their driveway felt like another street and the amount of security that you could witness probably was minor compared to what was really surrounding the property. They may not have shown it so openly to the public that they were rich but their home definitely did. You would’ve thought a government official lived here or someone else with an even higher status.

“Madam Y/n, are you alright heading in by yourself?” Mr. Choi asked you, snapping you from your thoughts.

You quickly turned to him and bowed apologetically. When you looked back up, you held a sheepish yet somewhat overwhelmed smile on your face.

“Y-Yes sir! Thank you so much for escorting me here. I truly appreciate it.” you said before offering him one last goodbye for the time being.

He nodded with a kind and gentle smile, pleased to see you brave enough to continue by yourself. Getting back in the vehicle to pull off, you turned to the large double doors now towering over you. Getting ready to ring the doorbell, one of the pristine wooden slabs opened on their own to your surprise. You first saw two cat ears atop a large tuft of dark brown hair. The person in question was very tall, very thin, and very young looking. He held sharp features and wore a butlers suite that fitted his figure nicely, slightly accenting his muscles underneath. His tail swooshed back and forth as he examined you closely, golden frame glasses glowing under the rays of the sun. It was a brief pause of silence before he smiled gently at you in recognition.

“Madam Y/n, correct?” he asked.

“Yes sir!” you squeaked out.

The tall cat hybrid just chuckled at you, smelling your anxiety from a mile away. Opening the door wider for you to step in, he bowed to you first.

“My name is Junghwa, I am the head butler of this estate. It is my utmost pleasure to finally meet you in person. If you may,” he said gesturing towards a row of maids standing in front of one of the largest set of double staircases you'd ever seen.

“Our staff here has quite a few options of attire at your disposal, provided by Master Park himself.” he stated.

From what you already knew, and what you managed to continue to learn about the guys individually, was that Jimin, specifically, took clothing very seriously. He was always dressed to the nines, not a single wrinkle or stray strand in sight. You were more than a little bit curious to see what Jimin had personally handpicked for you.

“Thank you Mr. Junghwa.” you bowed politely before following the staff up the stairs.

The man bowed in return before making his way off into one of the neighboring spaces, unsure of where it led. You didn’t really have time to ponder over it as the maids rushed you up the remainder of the stairs and into a room a few hallways down.

Entering the dressing room, the older of the four maids began instructing the others to retrieve the options Jimin picked out for you. You waited patiently to be revealed to some of the most beautiful dresses you’d ever seen in your life. The older maid must’ve found your adorable yet astonished gaze on each of the dresses amusing, concluding that you’ve never worn something so expensive before. And she was definitely correct about that. With a rising smile on her face at the evident indecision in your eyes, she finally spoke up.

“Madam Y/n, would you care to try on all of them to see which best suits your taste?” she asked kindly.

“Oh! Y-yes! May I?” you asked for clarification with a clear flustered expression.

All the maids started to giggle at your child-like reaction, amused by your genuine question.

“Of course my lady. Master Jimin spent quite a few days finding something he thought you might thoroughly enjoy wearing. He took good care of keeping a lot into consideration. You should give them each a try before deciding.” she urged.

You smiled happily at her words, yet again another gesture you weren’t used to especially by a male. You nodded your head in agreement, preparing yourself to try on the first dress. You had requested honest input from the maids, as you ended up being just as indecisive as you were in the beginning. They were more than excited to gush over their reasonings for the dress they thought suited you better. In the end, though, you all settled on an off the shoulder a-line ball gown that sparkled beautifully under the light, different speckles of colors pointing through each time you moved. Your hair and makeup were styled simply so as to not distract from your natural beauty and the elegant fit of the dress. You were more than pleased about that as you were not one who liked wearing too much makeup or standing out either.

Regardless, you were overall pleased and thankful for the final result, truly appreciating the opinions of the maids who aided you every step of the way. And even though you thought you simply looked a bit prettier than normal you were entirely unaware of how you affected the men you were going to eventually come across on your way to the ballroom, the location of your booth for tonight. First was Jungkook and Namjoon, who were notified first of your arrival.

When you descended the staircase with the oldest of the maids, whom you found out was the head maid of the house and named Mrs. Choi (Mr. Choi’s wife), you were unaware of the two approaching males from the opened space Junghwa initially exited through. Too busy admiring the lavish decor within the walls of the foyer, you failed to notice Namjoon and Jungkook staring so openly at you. Their eyes shamelessly traced over your figure as the sunlight from the windows radiated your very being, giving you an ethereal glow that was too attractive to look away from.

Mrs. Choi immediately bowed to the duo before a sly smirk found its way so perfectly upon her lips. Eyeing the three of you in wait, wondering who was going to finally make the first move, her patience at the lack of action dwindled down relatively quickly. Straightening herself up, Mrs. Choi broke the settling silence, snapping the guys out of their daze and redirecting your attention to their presence.

“Master Namjoon. Master Jungkook. Doesn’t Madam Y/n look beautiful?” she asked, urging the three of you to converse.

You twirled, unaware of the elegance within your sudden gesture. You beamed happily at the two before caving under their overbearing yet enthralling demeanor. Your heart skipped a beat and your joyous smile turned shy instantly. You could spend all day going through a dictionary to find the appropriate words to properly describe the alluring charm leaking off of them but you were too magnetized by it all, feeling small and unworthy to be standing in their presence. You were absolutely certain the others looked as pleasantly handsome.

“Yes, she looks absolutely gorgeous.” Namjoon spoke first, breaking your train of thought.

A small blush spread across your cheeks as the compliment slipped from Namjoon’s lips. He grinned lovingly at you while he too seemed to be blushing slightly. Jungkook was still at a loss for words, unsure of what to even do. On one hand he wanted to take your hand and spin you again to show off how you make the dress more exquisite than it could ever look on anyone else. But on the other hand, Jungkook’s nerves were ceasing his muscles, his train of thought, and his ability to utter a single word aloud. It was pure torture and he truly didn’t want to stand there like an idiot, so he mustered up all his bravery to finally perform some kind of action.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t even know if gorgeous is the correct word. But i definitely agree with hyung. You look really amazing Y/n.” Jungkook finally admitted, smiling to hide his obvious crimson flush.

You felt undeserving of such kind words, the attention being unfamiliar and too much for your poor sensitive heart to handle. Regardless, you tried to stay brave by smiling and nodding, even if it was obvious you were somewhat embarrassed. Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle and Jungkook couldn’t maintain eye contact for much longer. Mrs. Choi had disappeared quite a while ago, dismissing herself privately.

“You both look more or less handsome.” you joked trying to calm your nerves, giggling shortly after.

“Sorry we couldn’t chock up to your beauty love, some of us weren’t as blessed to be as bewitching as you.” Namjoon smirked back.

You about choked on air, unsure of what to say. Jungkook just laughed, silently agreeing as you weakly attempted to hit them both in their arms out of distress. Curse Kim Namjoon and his way with words! He always knew what to do and say to provoke your emotions, even when you tried so damn hard to be as confident and clever with your own. Jungkook slyly captured your hands within his own before twirling you around playfully.

“Woah there princess! Can’t have you getting too riled up now. What would we do if we lost our little choco bun to such silly tricks?” Jungkook teased, boldly intertwining his fingers with yours.

You were a bit surprised by the sudden change in demeanor but summing it up to being part of his usual playful self. You pouted up at him, his height towering over you making you feel small. Yet you couldn’t deny the view you were blessed with, an opportunity to admire his handsome face up close more so than usual. He held such a spirited look, content with the dynamic you shared. Before falling deeper into this haze you politely took your hands back and turned away from them both, hoping to gain the upper hand over the situation. They each eyed you curiously, waiting in amusement for your next course of action.

“Well I made a promise so I’m not going anywhere. You’d have to do more than some childish teasing to get me to yield to you.” you chided back, a slight smirk on your face.

Though you just wanted to join in on the teasing you were met with darkening gazes and a quick flicker of an iridescent color in both of their eyes. You couldn’t make it out entirely but you definitely knew something in their eyes changed for a brief moment. The atmosphere was slowly feeling more and more suffocating, like you were being placed under a trance. Your skin was raised and your senses felt heightened. It was like you were staring into the eyes of unforgiving predators who would maul you without so much as thinking twice. Your inner animal was on high alert but at the same time, in that very moment, you wanted them to take that chance because you knew. You knew deep down that it wasn’t the fear of dying by their hand but it was the exhilarating possibility they’d rip off your clothes and take you where you stood. Holding you, marking you, pushing deep inside you; the mere thought of it drove your senses mad. But you needed to control yourself. These were your bosses, not your lovers.

Namjoon and Jungkook could smell you. And just like you knew, they knew too. They knew they were the ones to make you stay in place. They knew they were the ones that made your skin crawl. They knew they were the ones that made you just slick enough in between your thighs to smell that irresistibly sweet yet pungent scent. And they knew that if they kept up this dynamic any long they were going to lose all sense of self restraint. Namjoon cleared his throat first, forcing your attention on to him and allowing for Jungkook to compose himself.

“Well Y/n, we understand that you have to get going. Junghwa asked us to pass a message along to you. Head into the kitchen to retrieve your identification badge. Then follow the head server into the ballroom where your booth is located.” Namjoon explained.

You straightened yourself up and smiled, bowing in thanks. Waving goodbye to the duo and also to that extremely unexplainable atmosphere, you quickly scurried off with their eyes watching your every move until you left out their sight. It didn’t take long for you to find the kitchen, having to only follow the striking smells that lured you to the doors. Upon entering the area you spotted both Yoongi and Seokjin instructing a few staff members on where to be and what to serve based on a set up of tonight's guests.

It was absolutely intriguing to see them speak so eloquently to the servers, impressed with the clear cut instructions they gave. It was a few more minutes of watching in awe before the group was dismissed to take up their positions. Yoongi was the first who noticed you, blinking several times in astonishment before stepping away from an oblivious Seokjin. He had a shy smile when he approached you, looking over your appearance with such admiration.

“You look beautiful Y/n.” he said bashful.

You always did find it endearing how sweet and soft Yoongi was despite what so many believed. He was the type of person who was very sensitive on the inside and hid it through stoicness. That often came across as uncaring, cold, and icy; labeling him under the misconception of being intimidating and cruel. But it took all of maybe a few visits to realize just how incorrect that was. Being a fan, you always had your suspicions but it only served to prove you right the longer you hung out with him.

“Thank you Yoongi. As expected both you and Seokjin look as handsome as usual.” you said, feeling a bit braver.

Seokjin perked at your compliment, beelining his way towards you as soon as he recognized your sweet voice. Seokjin may not have admitted it but he was entirely enamored with your voice. So sweet, so soothing, so angelic, so cute. You were the epitome of the soft girl aesthetic, at least personality wise, and it drove him mad. As Yoongi was desperately trying to mask his rosie tinted cheeks from your previous complement, Seokjin took the initiative to lightly grasp your hand before kissing it.

“My, you’ve always been easy on the eyes but you sure know how to stop a crowd when dressed like this. I fear our guests will be a bit too enamored with you.” Seokjin chuckled, twirling you around to take a look at the dress fitted to you.

“Jimin really did an excellent job picking out your dress.” he added.

“I think Jimin could’ve given her a potato sack and she’d still somehow make it look gorgeous.” Yoongi admitted.

Your group laughed at that, you shaking your head in disagreement.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit! Pretty sure no one would want to see me naked in a potato sack. That wouldn’t be all that appealing I'd assume.” you giggled once more.

Just like Namjoon and Jungkook, Seokjin and Yoongi’s eyes darkened at your words. Seokjin smirked at you, eyes filled with a challenging gaze.

“Babe, if I’m being honest, I’d think the world would fall to their knees if they saw you naked, with or without the potato sack.” Yoongi states matter-of-factly, eyes shamelessly yet slowly looking you up and down, lingering over your more intimate areas.

Babe? Did he just call you babe? Yoongi has never done that before. And why was his tone so provocative? Your heart began to race and your skin felt chills run through it. It was just like with Namjoon and Jungkook. It terrified you so badly yet turned you on so intimately.

“I’m going to have to agree with Yoongi, my little bun. But if you truly didn’t want to wear such an outfit, we’d have no problem with you going without anything really.” Seokjin stated flirtatiously with a raised brow.

Your heart skipped a beat before lodging itself deep within your throat. It was getting hot, uncomfortably so and it felt...weird to say the least. Something you weren’t sure how to explain. You fidled with your dress before shyly looking away at a loss after hearing such captivating exclamations. Seokjin found that to be cute, wanting to tease you more. But just before he even had a chance, a slight cough interrupted the thick atmosphere. Capturing all of your attention, there stood a young woman with a flat expression. She looked a tad bit older than Seokjin and was very pretty. She didn’t seem all that bothered with her master’s actions and stood there as if she hadn’t just heard what they said.

There was a quick flash of irritation in Seokjin’s eyes before it disappeared just as fast as it came. He sighed a bit before recomposing himself. Yoongi spoke up first.

“Y/n, this is Ms. Chun Hei. She is our head server and the one who will escort you to your booth this evening. With her she will explain the basics of what to do and what to expect. She also has all of the identification you will need to enter and exit the ballroom in case you have to.” Yoongi broke down.

Oh yeah. You almost forgot. You were here to work. You were getting paid for your services tonight. Nothin less and nothing more. For some reason you hated hearing Yoongi remind you of that. Remind you that at the end of the day you are merely their employee and they are your bosses. Nothing less and nothing more. And yet, deep down, your heart sunk at the thought of that, remembering the inevitable barrier between you and them. You were you and they were, for lack of a better word, amazing. You tried to hide your faltering smile by bowing to Chun Hei and following her out the doors. Both Yoongi and Seokjin noticed it immediately but chose not to voice anything. After you waved them goodbye, you eventually made your way to the ballroom, which was far more vast, more beautiful, and more extravagant than any other room you’ve come across so far.

She guided you through the large enclosed area where a decent sized table with your equipment laid sitting. You were stationed right next to the opened balcony which provided you with a beautiful view of both the sun and the large flower maze garden they had down below. You had noticed there were various tables with exquisite embellishments and food prestinely placed on silk woven cloth. It looked like a scene straight from a fairy tail.

You thanked Chun Hei and started to prepare your special dish for tonight; chocolate fudge cubes and hand roasted coffee. The fudge cubes were to act as the sweetener while not overtaking the bitter nuttiness that coffee is birthed with. The fudge itself was constructed to not be overly sweet and can be eaten separately or together with the hot beverage. You had actually pretested this item beforehand and were given the immediate greenlight to serve it for tonight. The chocolate was done prior to your arrival and placed in a mini cooler to keep it from melting before guests arrived. You also were given a more advanced coffee machine that allowed you to make fresh batches on the spot. You were beyond thankful for the offered equipment, it’s uses taking away stresses you needn’t worry about.

Everything in front of you served as a nice distraction from the last two encounters, slowly feeling like yourself as you fell back into your element. However, that also served to block you from the duo that had immediately taken notice of your presence and, instead of approaching, had observed you the past couple of minutes. You looked absolutely dazzling to them. From your styled hair, to your elegant accessories, down to the end of the glittering gown. It shaped you perfectly, accented your brown skin beautifully, and only served to enlighten your graceful features further. Saying Jimin was proud to witness you in his choice and looking as fine as you did was a bit of an understatement. And he wore it like it was second skin.

“She’s a bit too pleasing to the eye. But I willingly have to say Jiminie, you did an excellent job picking out a dress.” Taehyung admitted to his friend, his eyes never once leaving your working figure.

Jimin was beyond pleased with this situation. He smirked triumphantly, your delicate features being more than enough of a reward for his efforts. Swishing the deep colored liquid around in his wine glass, he took a swig before walking forward.

“I know.” he simply stated, moving directly towards you without hesitation.

Taehyung wordlessly followed after his smaller friend, taking all of a few strides to reach your location. It took a second but you finally noticed the duo who were eyeing your station before they landed on you almost seductively. Was this going to be a reoccurring theme today or were you going crazy? You may not have been experienced but you sure as hell weren't blind or oblivious to the way they’ve all been looking at you. To be fair, you could argue there was no hidden intent behind the odd rise in sexual tension but you’d be more of a fool to disregard it. So, instead, you opted to push the intrusive thoughts to the side and take their overly touchy advances with a grain of salt. Even if your body responded in less than appropriate ways.

“Jimin. Taehyung. I didn’t think it was possible to look even more handsome than usual.” you jabbed playfully.

“Say’s the one who looks like a goddess when she usually looks like our cute little princess.” Jimin smirked back, cocking his head slightly.

There it was again. Those subtle endearing yet possessive terms they kept throwing out. God it was hard not to crumble under their words, their eyes, their presence. It was suffocating yet intoxicating. You couldn’t get enough of it yet your senses screamed at you to bolt.

It didn’t take much for your cheeks to heat with a burning vengeance. You always did lose your confidence around these men and all you could manage to usually do was shyly look away from them as a response. Taehyung licked his lips just before a smirk played on his perfectly symmetrical face, bathing in the way your innocence always riled him up. Stirring an uncontrollable need, a desire, to claim you so intimately, so passionately. But he needed to be patient. He and the others promised they'd be patient with you. But you always made it so damn hard sometimes. If only you knew how badly you screwed with them, then you’d realize that you actually had more power over them than they’d care to admit.

“You’ve all been giving me so much more credit than I deserve. I appreciate the kind compliments but I truly don’t deserve them.” you bashfully stated, playing with a loose lock of your hair.

“Love, it’s not nice to speak so lowly of yourself. Come,” Jimin said, gesturing for you to take his hand.

You placed your smaller hand in his as he played with your knuckles down to the tips of your fingers. He watched as you fell even more nervous under his touch almost identical to the wine from his cup earlier.

“I think it’s less of us giving you too much credit and more of you not giving yourself enough of it.” Jimin explained kissing the top of your hand.

Taehyung slipped the tips of his fingers underneath your chin, turning your head to face him.

“If only you could see the beauty we see and crave in you my little choco bun. I guess that’ll just have to take a little more time.” Taehyung stated before separating from you and walking away.

“We have some business to attend to before tonight. See ya later my sweet bunbun~” Jimin cooed, waving you a goodbye.

You waved back at the retreating duo, completely confused by the odd change in demeanor from all of them thus far. As much as you would like to mule over it, you couldn’t. You had far more important things you needed to handle before guests started to arrive. You’ll figure all this out later or at least at some point down the line.

As the night was slowly approaching guests poured in like crazy. At first all they did was admire their surroundings and speak to one another and you weren’t sure rather to be grateful for that or nervous that no one had approached you yet. However, as more and more people filed in, more and more of them slowly spread out within the ballroom, groups of hybrids and humans alike mingling closer to your table. It wasn’t until you had spotted a familiar figure.

“Y/n!” a voice called out excitedly.

You turned your head to a tall woman with long crimson hair. She had tanned skin, untouched and practically perfect upon first glance. Sporting a form fitting bright red dress with matching red lipstick, you knew exactly who it was. Carmen.

Carmen is a latina from South America, her real name being Maria Francisca. She had created a never before seen makeup line that had a shade for practically all skin tones, worked as a perfect SPF, water and sweat resistant, and lasts 8+ hours with light reapplication depending on what it is you're doing. Safe, cruelty free, and using all natural products; her line blew up like crazy. What made her really stand out was the fact she refused to fall prey to mass production that would normally lead to lower quality. Quality over quantity was always her motto. However, she had received quite a lot of pressure from big named brands and it wasn’t until BTS Corp came and asked to partner with her that she was finally allocated her freedom for creativity again.

When the partnership was announced publicly the world went crazy. So many people loved her makeup and many of the idols, singers, and actors under BTS Corp often used her brand anyway. It was a perfect match. So, naturally, you managed to meet her. Being one of few foreigners who often was there doing business with the company on a daily basis, she naturally gravitated towards you on that like minded term. You guys became friends relatively quickly, you also being an avid fan of her brand. You talked quite a bit when she stopped by if she could and you guys often shared little gifts with each other from your homeland. So if anything, you were happy to see her here.

“Well if it isn’t Meu fofinho~!” she endearingly called to you, kissing both your cheeks.

“Carmen! You look so gorgeous! I’m starting to think red was made for you!” you giggled.

“Why thank you love. But I have a competitor. Mr. Jung Hoseok is a very fine man in red. Especially tonight.” she pointed out, directing your attention to Hoseok who was speaking with a small group of individuals.

And boy was that an understatement. He looked just as stylish and suave as they come and he added a more breathtaking style than it should have had. You two giggled like school girls, impressed with how nicely the 7 men had dressed for tonight’s events as you individually picked out each one from the crowded room. Shortly after, you carried on a brief conversation about your beverage, which led Carmen into tasting it. Her eyes had grown wide and she began spending more time downing the drink than saying anything else. You’d assumed that was a good sign but you weren’t entirely sure at first.

“Is it…?” you started off, implying that you needed a response.

“It’s amazing! This is some of the best coffee I'd ever tasted. And this chocolate...uh what is this love?” she asked for quick clarification.

“It’s frozen chocolate fudge cubes.” you responded giggling.

“Yes! These….these are a godsend! It’s like a perfect amount of sweetness mixed with a hot bitterness and it's exceptionally divine together. And look at the gorgeous brown color and the scent…*mwah*!” she gushed loudly.

Her exclamations caught the attention of a few of the younger clients who recently signed on to the company. They approached your table in curiosity, allured by the fragrance and convinced enough to go through with their destination thanks to Carmen. And as more and more people gathered to taste your beverage, you were flabbergasted by the positive responses that you’d received. You felt a swelling sense of pride from your work, something you came up with on your own, an original recipe, and you had never received such feedback so quickly. You were happy, pleased, and confident in sharing your intent and you met some really amazingly kind people along the way. You felt bad for assuming they’d all, for the most part, be snobby and standoffish. Scoffing at you and your work. Instead you were met with such inclusive and interested individuals. At least, for a vast majority of the night you did.

You actually weren’t surprised by this. A small part of you knowing that there was going to be at least one person who always had something to say. In this case it was a small group of high class investors. 3 women, 2 men. 1 man and 2 women were predator based hybrids; jaguar, tiger, and rhino. The other two individuals were human. They each were adorned with their own expensive dresses and suits, lavished with large and extravagant accessories that made it well known they had money. The way they carried themselves, the air that followed them, the arrogance that swallowed them up. Yeah, they were your stereotypical snobby rich kids. Too young to even know what to do with their money but old enough to act like they did.

“What is this, a cafe?” the female jaguar hybrid mocked.

“I bet it’s instant. Who would dare to allow someone to serve flavored tap water?” the human female laughed.

“Bold of you to assume it’s tap water. More like toilet water.” the rhino male hybrid proclaimed.

The group laughed amongst themselves, finding humor in their lame excuse of bullying. You could come up with far better insults than that, disappointed with how cliche it was. But despite all of that, you could not deny that it was irritating, no matter how lackluster the insults were.

“Can’t believe they hired some foreigner. At least pick a pretty one.”

“Like who? Carmen? Please, people like that are few and far between.”

“Then at least pick a thin one! Jesus, it’s like no one even cares about their body shape anymore. I thought rabbit hybrids only ate vegetables. Why’s that one so fat?”

“You know how those westerners like to be a bit more...rounder. Maybe she thought her exotic looks would enthrall some of the men here.”

You’ve briefly had people comment on your figure before in the past and just like this group, they weren’t always kind things. If you were being honest with yourself, you were in the inbetween stages of having thick skin while also being a bit sensitive. You had dealt with a lot of your past trauma on your own but you were still recovering from some of the more deep rooted things, like your view on your body. So even though you could handle the initial comments, it did start to bug you a little when they poked at your figure. Throw in the fact they brought up your bosses, 7 eligible bachelors who could easily snag any woman they wanted, 7 eligible bachelors who you were slowly starting to crush on for individual reasons...yeah it made you feel a little less than. The slow rise in anxiety started to make you drift back to their touchy encounters from earlier, analyzing each interaction. Your overthinking forced you to doubt there was any underlying intention, even if it was clearly borderline inappropriate a good 80% of the time.

“Well, what’s a cute little bunny girl like you doing being forced to serve such self-important lowlifes?” a sudden voice asked, ripping you from your thought.

The words the man had spoken completely shut the small group up almost instantly. They’re make-up caked, pristinely put together faces contorted in perfect reflection of their ugly degrading attitudes. It was a comical sight if it weren’t for the fact this man had said it loud enough for more than just them to hear it. Not once did he even bother to throw them a glance and only kept his blazing iron colored eyes on you. You admit that you were a bit lost, unsure of what to do or say in the moment. However, he didn’t really seem to mind waiting for a response, perfectly content with observing you, patiently.

“I...I uh...I don’t mind offering my services. If anything I’m happy to share my creations with so many people, despite their status of course. I just like making people happy with food and drinks.” you said, trying hard to swallow your rising fear.

You couldn’t exactly explain why there was a feeling of concern deep within your being but the animal part of you recognized it all too well and all too quickly. Upon first glance, this man, who you realized was roughly around Seokjin and Yoongi’s age, gave no indication of alarm. He was very tall, muscular, and held sharp facial features. His hair was jet black, slicked with a shine from some type of strong scented gel. He wore an outfit that was fit more to a gangster than what you’d seen most males dress tonight but it wasn’t too out of place. Despite his above average appearance, his eyes were what was the most enticing characteristic about him. They were a mix of lime green and forest green and his pupils were a sharp thin diamond shape.

You had a hard time at first figuring it out due to the heavy scent of his cologne but upon closer inspection you could tell he was a snake hybrid. A tad bit different from other snake hybrids you’d seen before but nonetheless, definitely one of some kind. In fact, what you had originally thought was a unique tattoo were actually unique scale protrusions on certain areas of his skin. It was oddly beautiful in it’s own way. But despite all of that, it was the way he carried himself. It was similar yet different. Arrogant yet approachable. Charming yet dangerous. And even though you could feel it, you knew it deep within your prey based DNA that he was bad news, he was also enticing as he continued to lure you deeper and deeper in to him.

“Look at that, passionate and good hearted too. How adorable you are. Such a shame not that many people here can see that.”

He sideyed the still present group of individuals, looking them up and down shamelessly before scoffing in their direction. His uncaring demeanor was somewhat admirable but unfortunately, the action came off as more adherent than anything else. You admit it made you feel a bit more uncomfortable than you cared to admit but tried desperately to cover that up. He looked back at you with a captivating grin, almost knowing what kind of mood he was setting and relishing in it.

“No matter. Not many days I get to lay eyes on someone as gorgeous as you. You were one of the first people I took notice of when I stopped by this evening. I almost didn’t come here tonight. But you darling. You made it oh so worth it.” he overly shared.

You sheepishly smiled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I assure you there are plenty of amazingly beautiful women here who’ve surely caught your eye at least once today. I’m not so special, but I appreciate your kind compliment.” you giggled lightly.

“Surely you jest babe. I’m surprised more men aren’t here swarming your table. Such a shame those bosses of yours are too fucking blind to court your fine ass. Unless they’ve already love tapped you. In that case I’d like to get in on th-”

“Mr. Lee Jihyun. Wasn’t expecting a visit from you tonight. How unexpected of you.”

Both you and, who you now know as, Jihyun turned to the intruding voice. You were a bit relieved to have seen Hoseok standing there, feelings of uncomfortability fading away slowly from his presence alone. Hoseok flashed you one of his signature and radiant smiles your way, bypassing Jihyun without so much as a second thought. Jihyun looked irritated but controlled his rising temper, not wanting to make a scene.

Hoseok offered his hand to you which you gladly placed in his. You smiled with a slight warm feeling radiating from your cheeks, your heart beating like crazy from his touch alone. He was the only one who hadn’t spoken to you since your arrival and in this very moment it was all worth it. Something about him always eased your rapid thoughts, feelings of reassurance and comfort coming to mind. You didn’t notice it but the small group that still lingered around watched in jealous horror, unknowing of the close relationship you two shared.

“Hey there cutie. I was told you looked beautiful tonight but I think the guys did a poor job at addressing that.” he laughed, charmed by you already.

“Hoseo- I mean Mr. Jung, thank you so much. You’ve all done so much for me and I wouldn’t have been able to wear something so amazing if it weren't for you all. Or more specifically Mr. Park.” you smiled shyly up at him.

Hoseok kept staring at you, enamored with the way you tried really hard to not be so nervous around him but more so with how truly beautiful you looked before him. He could tell right away you were entirely unaware of it, oblivious to how many men had truly eyed you, spoken highly of you, even going as far as to gamble with asking you out. He had no shame in admitting he was one of those men, albeit he kept most of that to himself.

“Why are you so cute? You drive me crazy.” Hoseok boldly admitted, lowering his voice and ignoring all the people around him.

You puffed your cheeks at him, a pout forming from his open flirting. You held a scowl on your face but he knew it wasn’t serious.

“Don’t say things like that. Especially when you don’t mean them.” you whined, your ears slumped in disappointment.

Hoseok was about to retort, hoping to assure you that he was far from being false with his words, but Jihyun butted in, annoyed with being ignored.

“Well good thing I’m no liar sweetheart. Unlike this one, I have a reputation for keeping all my promises. The good, the bad, and the ugly ones.”

You flinched at the hidden implications behind his words, knowing that there was something far more insidious with that.

“Is that what you see your self righteous snake charming ass as? Last I checked you had a little slip up the other night. Failed to get you princess from her castle, right? Wonder what hindered you?” Hoseok shot back.

“Hah. Would’ve been an easy job if she wasn’t so heavily protected by her fucking lizardmen. Dragon’s have always been greedy motherfuckers haven’t they? Once they’ve laid claim to a treasure they’ll do anything to keep it. Even if they destroy it in the long run.”

“We’ll see who destroys who in the end. And if the line get’s crossed again, you’re going to regret the day your mother didn’t swallow you instead.”

Jihyun just smirked at Hoseok, sizing him up before turning his attention back to you.

“See ya sweetheart. Maybe we can meet again and make due on some pretty amazing promises.” he said winking before walking off.

Hoseok’s eyes never left the retreating figure until he was out of sight. You, for lack of a better word, were very confused. The little conversation that took place made no sense whatsoever to you, or to anyone else who happened to hear it for that matter. You admit it was a little hot seeing Hoseok so dominant and angry, but you weren’t clueless enough to recognize they were speaking in code for a reason. You, of course, were not going to pry into it but you were starting to reach your social limit and kinda wanted to go home.

You and Hoseok had spoken for a little while longer, guests slowly making their way out the door and to their homes. Both Hoseok and you started cleaning up your table, cute little jokes and intimate touches taking place while you did so. It didn’t take long for the others to crowd around and join in. You felt most happy when you were with the seven of them and were grateful you could bask in their presence. With them here, the clean up went by significantly quickly and all the guests had somehow left the ballroom already.

Stretching your arms out in exhaustion, you yawned. Your feet hurt, your body ached, and your mouth felt dry. You were hungry, too nervous to eat or drink anything during it all, and after the nerves had subsided you felt starved and dehydrated. Yoongi had noticed it first, coming to your side to support your figure. You gave him a nod of gratification, opting to lean against his sturdy frame for relief.

“Did you tire yourself out today?” Taehyung asked, grabbing an extra piece of fudge you had stored in your small portable freezer.

“Yeah, just a little. I think I was running on all of the excitement tonight. I was too nervous to move away from here or to even eat and drink anything. I’m so tired. Hahaha, I’m sorry I think I’m rambling now.” you said sinking further into Yoongi’s warmth.

Jimin came up and took your other side, squishing you between the two of the smaller males. It was nice and comforting actually, kinda like how you used to burrow when you were little. The reminiscent feeling lulled you softly into the caresses of sleep.

“Little bun, you can’t fall asleep here. You need some proper rest.” Jungkook softly scolded, taking your hands into his.

“I know, I’m sorry. You guys must be just as exhausted having to talk to so many people tonight. I should head home so you could finally get some rest.” you mumbled back, attempting to stand on your own.

“H-How about you spend the night here?” Jimin offered up, a bit jumpy.

He made swift eye contact with the others, unbeknownst to you of course.

“What!? Oh no no. I couldn’t do that. I’ve already intruded on you already. I couldn’t ask to stay the night.” you argued back.

“It’s pretty late. It’s no big deal. You can leave first thing in the morning.” Seokjin added.

“Plus you’re in no way intruding Y/n. I promise. It’s probably much safer to stay here for the night.” Yoongi said.

You chuckled at their odd rise in concern, not understanding why they were so worried when Korea is known for being pretty safe at night. But god you were too tired to argue back.

“If it’s really not a big deal...I don’t mind being a bit more selfish.” you chuckled, giving in.

“You can be as selfish as you want with us my love.” Namjoon assured, guiding you by taking your hand and leading you out the room.

Just before that though, he shot Hoseok a look who pulled out his phone as soon as you were out of ear shot. Taehyung and Jimin stayed behind, bidding you a goodnight before calling in a group of men dressed in all black suits. They were adorned with holsters that held the guns they looked ready to use. They stood still in perfect rows, ready for the orders the three men had to offer. As soon as Hoseok got off the phone he straightened himself up.

“We have an unexpected infestation problem.” Taehyung started off, scoffing with annoyance.

“I’m sure we don’t need to discuss what it is you all need to do.” Jimin added with irritation laced in his voice.

“And boys, make sure all the snakes have been dealt with. If even one of them reaches our precious little bunny, there will be hell to pay.” Hoseok announced before exiting with the other two.

“Yes sir!” the crowd called out before immediately departing out to search the perimeter.

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